Alien: Abducted: The Complete Alien Abduction Romance Collection (Books 1-4)

By Clara A. Tobin

The Complete Abduction Romance Collection

Erotic. Steamy. Romantic.

This sexy, action-packed adventure has enough steam and heat to have your head spinning and your heart racing. If you enjoy erotic alien romance books, download this incredible set today. 

4 stand-alone full length steamy novels full of sexy alien warlords, fierce sphinx warriors, exotic alien-weredragons and much more!

Featured titles include:

Alien: Taken – The Alien Invasion

Hagin Dura has been charged with returning the kidnapped human home safely. Conflicted between knowing he should despise her for her alignment to the enemy and knowing her safety determined the fate of interstellar peace, he quickly realizes she could very well be his undoing…

Alien: Taken – The Alien's Baby

Gracie gets captured by a mighty alien-weredragon leader who brings her to his underground lair located deep inside the hills. What Gracie doesn't know—she soon will play a major role in saving the dragon tribe from extinction…

Alien: Taken – Human Test Subject

A young woman is taken from her primitive home and used as a test subject in a new world, where she meets Derresch, a strong warrior from a different planet…

Alien: Taken – Captured by the Alien Barbarians

3040. Earth is at war with the two newcomer alien races—snarling, vicious, dominant creatures. Colette Wilson is being hold captive by a mighty alien warlord during an interplanetary war. Soon the woman finds herself caught in a battle amongst a bunch of lust-driven aliens who wish to claim her as their own bride. Will the alien warlord choose to protect her—or is he one of those barbarians who want to chase her down and take her as their own?

4 Standalone, full length, erotic novels. 
More than 250,000 words. 
Approximately 1,000 pages. 
No cliffies! 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clara A. Tobin
• Release date: Mar 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393435341

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Alien: ABDUCTED

Alien: ABDUCTED

The Complete Alien Abduction Romance Collection

Clara A. Tobin

Contents

Alien: Taken – The Alien Invasion

Part I

Book 1: The Sphinx Invasion

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Part II

Book 2: Lexi’s Song

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Part III

Book 3: The Choice

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Epilogue

Alien: Taken – The Alien’s Baby

Part I

Book 1: The Alien’s Baby

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Part II

Book 2: Blood Lines

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Part III

Book 3: The New Edict

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Alien: Taken – Human Test Subject

Part I

1. Human Test Subject

Selvager

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Part II

2. The Renindi Curse

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Part III

3. Taken Again

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Gvynette

Brestille

Alien: Taken – Captured by the Alien Barbarians

Part I

Book 1: Claimed by the Barbarian Warrior

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part II

Book 2: The Savage Brother

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part III

Book 3: The Warrior’s Destiny

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

More Books by the Author

About the Author

Alien: ABDUCTED

Copyright 2020 © Clara A. Tobin

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

Warning: This story contains mature themes and language. It is intended to be enjoyed by an 18+ audience only.

The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are completely fiction and are in no way meant to represent real people or places.

About this Box Set

The Complete Alien: Taken Abduction Romance Collection

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Exotic. Steamy. Romantic. This sexy, action-packed adventure has enough steam and heat to have your head spinning and your heart racing. If you enjoy erotic alien romance books, download this incredible set today.

4 stand-alone full length steamy novels full of sexy alien warlords, fierce sphinx warriors, exotic alien-weredragons and much more!

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Featured titles include:

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Alien: Taken – The Alien Invasion

Hagin Dura has been charged with returning the kidnapped human home safely. Conflicted between knowing he should despise her for her alignment to the enemy and knowing her safety determined the fate of interstellar peace, he quickly realizes she could very well be his undoing…

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Alien: Taken – The Alien’s Baby

Gracie gets captured by a mighty alien-weredragon leader who brings her to his underground lair located deep inside the hills. What Gracie doesn’t know—she soon will play a major role in saving the dragon tribe from extinction…

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Alien: Taken – Human Test Subject

A young woman is taken from her primitive home and used as a test subject in a new world, where she meets Derresch, a strong warrior from a different planet…

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Alien: Taken – Captured by the Alien Barbarians

3040. Earth is at war with the two newcomer alien races—snarling, vicious, dominant creatures. Colette Wilson is being hold captive by a mighty alien warlord during an interplanetary war. Soon the woman finds herself caught in a battle amongst a bunch of lust-driven aliens who wish to claim her as their own bride. Will the alien warlord choose to protect her—or is he one of those barbarians who want to chase her down and take her as their own?

Alien: Taken – The Alien Invasion

Part One

Book 1: The Sphinx Invasion

Chapter One

Sophie Turner didn’t remember much about that night except that she and some friends had had a little too much to drink. Their annual trip had taken them to an isolated part of the Midwest where ancient burial grounds dotted the landscape. They’d gone hiking around the prehistoric site and taken paddleboats out on the water during the daylight hours, and then relaxed by the campfire in the evening.

The mood was light, the summer air was warm, and the drinks flowed freely once Sophie got out her guitar and started playing the handful of songs she knew. She was just learning, but these were her oldest and dearest friends. They would forgive her for making a few mistakes while trying her hand at something new.

The girls had all been roommates in college and rented a house together off campus. They’d spent two years living together in school and the six years since then catching up with their lives and each other on their annual camping trips. It was a great relief for Sophie, whose current roommate Jessie was excessively noisy, didn’t give her enough space, and was just generally overwhelming with her constant need to be at the center of attention.

The campfire was almost too hot for the summer weather, but the evening had brought with it a cool breeze, and now everyone was glad to have the extra warmth. Besides, how can you have s’mores without a campfire, as one of the women had observed. And what was camping without s’mores and booze, suggested another. In the end it was the drinking game that really did them in, though. By the time they shuffled off to their respective tents and sleeping bags, all of them were well fed…and positively smashed.

The perfect ending to a perfect day.

Or so it seemed.

The next thing Sophie could recall was a vague feeling of dreaming while awake. She had experienced drunken dreams before, though, so she went along with it. This one was really out there, though, even for a drunk dream.

She was stretched out on her back, looking up at the stars. They were moving. No. She was moving. But she had no sensation of movement. Floating then, a few feet off the ground, maybe. The moon was huge and the stars were… dazzling-and too bright.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, and now she was inside some sort of cave. The walls were thick with mud, and the ceiling had stringy roots hanging from it, as if plants living above had burrowed down through the roof in search of water. Still on her back. Still hovering. Still sleepy. Still dreaming. Dark, shadowy heads floating above her and then…just darkness.

She realized as she awoke that she was already aroused. And as she came into her body, she was able to identify why that was. Although the room was still pitch black and she could see nothing, she felt as if a million tiny hands were at work all over her, pressing into and massaging her flesh in every part of her body. Every. Part.

The motion reminded her of what she’d seen kittens do when feeding. The kneading behavior was instinctual and comforting. But these paws had no claws, just tiny fingers that splayed out across her skin, at first tenderly pushing and then gathering and pulling the flesh in gentle, rhythmic motions.

Tiny paws lined her arms and legs, which had bent themselves carelessly outward, as though her hands and knees had fallen away from each other and remained where they’d landed. All up and down her inner thighs, the tiny paws pushed in and out. They were warm and had soft, velvety pads. They began to work in unison as she became aware of their presence, these tiny hands. It was almost as if they were at a football game doing the wave. Except both of Sophie’s legs were being played, if that was the right word, in harmony. The waves began simultaneously from each of her feet and ended up rising in the middle to meet at her very core. Then the waves would travel back to her feet again, sending a new wave around the outside of her legs, stomach and chest.

Encircling the round swell of her breasts were many more pairs of hands. At least it seemed like they were working in pairs.

Seriously, what the hell was going on?

She was suspended in darkness. She could feel no table, bed, or floor beneath her, yet she was fully supported somehow. She was either blindfolded or in a completely blacked out room.

Blackout! That had to be it.

Sophie was having a blackout and this was just the bizarre turn her mind had taken while in the depths of a drunken dream. Just an exploration then. A mental exercise. A fantasy.

Cool. She could get down with that. She probably wouldn’t even remember all of this in the morning.

Tiny paws pressed down and let up on the swell of flesh just above her cusp. They kneaded the outside of her lips, sometimes pushing them apart just a little and then back again, the little knob they hid between them getting the better part of that deal.

It was enough to drive a woman crazy.

She couldn’t move though. Couldn’t. Move.

Try as she might to strain against the little paws, her body wouldn’t respond to anything she attempted to do. She was completely limp. Aware, but motionless; and absolutely tortured with pleasure.

Dear god, if they didn’t stop this soon she was going to erupt into a shower of orgasms. This. Had. To Stop.

In just. One. Minute.

She opened her mouth and tried to call out. At least she thought she opened her mouth. Could she open her mouth?

Apparently not. No part of her body would respond to her commands. Yet somehow every cell in her being seemed to be responding to the efforts of so many tiny, pleasure-giving paws.

Atop her nipples were other sets of paws. Had they climbed up there? They worked in unison to twist and squeeze her nipples, stretching them to the point of almost painful gratification, pinching until she thought she couldn’t bear it, and then releasing their hold in unison, sending shockwaves down to her belly button and into her groin.

They weren’t doing that before, were they?

No, Sophie was certain this wasn’t going on a minute ago. It was almost as if they were responding to her desires.

The little hands seemed to take an even keener interest in the swollen mound between her legs now.

Were there more of them now?

Was that even possible? Tiny paws attended to the entire area surrounding her core, eagerly pushing and spreading their tiny fingers, then pulling back and retracting them like a kitten retracts its claws. Pushing the lips apart and then smooshing them together again. Sliding them against each other over and over. Making her wet. So wet.

Eventually, they found the slick center of her sex and then began inflicting a whole new wave of torturous bliss. The velvety paws somehow turned even softer, if that were possible. They began dancing around in a very peculiar fashion, forming a line and prancing up the insides of her thighs, along the soft trench of what would normally be her panty line. Then they rounded the curve, meeting at the top of her slit and then what, flipped over? They apparently had a fuzzy side. They flipped over and rode down as if on a slide. Like she was a slide. And they just kept coming. This procession continued nonstop for seconds and then minutes, and Sophie longed to writhe in rapture as the other little hands squeezed and twisted her nipples while still others did the wave around her periphery.

But she could not writhe. Agony and ecstasy were one.

She could not speak, cry out or move. And apparently she could not have an orgasm either because there is no way she could have withstood the absolutely spellbinding gratification of a million tiny hands that do to you exactly what you wish they would for so long—not without coming all over the place.

She should get blackout drunk more often.

Although saddened to know that she would not remember any of this in the morning, Sophie relented to the merciless pleasure of it all. She relaxed into it, and let the euphoria wash over her in waves.

Chapter Two

As far as Hagin Dura was concerned, the Kerraks had been infesting the Earth with their seed for far too long now. The proud Sphinx warrior had grown up on stories of how his people used to rule the Earth, and of the gentle human population that lived there. The elders told of days when the Sphinx and humans were friends. Sphinx scientists walked the Earth and taught humans agriculture. Sphinx linguists help the humans develop a written language. In exchange, the humans had agreed to a process of genetic enhancement that would help them evolve. Making them a little bit more like their godlike friends from the sky in each subsequent generation.

In this way the galaxy was populated. This was evolution, and for the Sphinx, essential to long-term survival. Like a cooperative effort for all people to endure with the best genes intact. Spreading the seed around to many different planets lowered the risk of extinction for many species.

The ancient Pharaohs had no basis for understanding how the process worked, but their women were all properly screened and genetically altered to carry the tiny slice of Sphinx DNA that was inserted inside their eggs. Over the next several millennia, that slice would aid human evolution and lead to the development of their own technologies.

Unfortunately, however, Earth got caught up in the political fallout after the interstellar wars. Its claim changed hands between Sphinx and Kerrak rule for centuries, until finally the Treaty of Fehdril was signed and the Earth was ceded to the Kerraks permanently. Ever since, the Kerraks had been poisoning the humans with their own genetic spores, threatening to destroy the race of once proud people. Turning them slowly into a race of slaves.

Hagin cringed at the thought. His people had once been enslaved as well. Not by the Kerrak army, but by an invading species of lizard people. His catlike ancestors had fought them off, sending them back to the stars from which they’d come. That experience had cemented in his people a strong emphasis on freedom—and not just their own. They had become the valiant protectors of many oppressed races and opened the doors to trade and literacy in various parts of the galaxy.

Hagin ran a hand through his thick, blond mane and involuntarily scratched his head just above his ear. His task was not an easy one, but he was prepared. As prepared as any good soldier could be.

But Hagin Dura was much more than a soldier. On his current mission, he served as Commander of the Fifth Fleet, but his real job was to lead the main assault on the Kerrak outpost. His people had not been idle in the intervening years since the despicable Treaty of Fehdril was signed. The Sphinx people grew tired of watching one race after another fall victim to Kerrak domination. If they didn’t do something soon to stop the endless aggression, they knew it might one day be too late.

The decision was made to go out and liberate the most advanced known species, and to invite them to forge a coalition against their oppressors. Before the Sphinx themselves and their home world of Rahramhar ended up next on the Kerrak agenda.

Hagin Dura had heard many nightmarish stories of how the Kerraks infiltrated and laid waste to whole civilizations. They would start by disseminating their gene-altering spores across a planet’s atmosphere long before they arrived. Then, depending on the species, they might pose as friends or attack straight out. The weaker races fell victim too easily as the spores would already have weakened their people in both body and mind. With the stronger civilizations, the Kerraks would strike up secret deals with their leaders, appealing to their ambitions by promising advanced knowledge. Knowledge that would only come with genetic improvements, of course.

The Kerraks would then infest the planet’s underground, coming out at night to abduct citizens and mutilate the local fauna, building whole cities for themselves underground in preparation for absolute planetary domination. The genetic alterations could turn even the strongest races into Kerrak slaves, only too eager to help the invaders rob their own planet of its resources.

Commander Dura let out a short huff at the thought of such atrocities. His people were proud. He himself had been trained from birth as a liberation soldier along with tens of thousands of other Sphinx resistance fighters. He had risen through the ranks due to his physical prowess and innate leadership ability. He had made a name for himself during the skirmishes off of Caiton Four, where he’d served as a pilot. He’d managed to save three fellow warriors when their ship went down in the mountains, leading them to safety under heavy fire and returning with critical intel that shifted the balance of power in the wider conflict. His name was on the lips of every Sphinx child for many years. All Sphinx warriors regarded him as an example of greatness. After being awarded top honors from the Sphinx High Council, Hagin had been promoted quickly. Now he served directly under the Elite Commander of the Guard, and advised him on many matters of both strategy and logistics.

Commander Dura’s priorities were clear: draw the attention of the enemy fleet, and use the diversion to make contact with the humans. He would bring any humans he could find back to Rahramhar for a briefing with Premier Visal, but the first step was to destroy the Kerrak outpost on Dup’zhleo, the blue moon of Kayenna.

He advised the Fifth Fleet to go radio silent as they made their final approach.

Chapter Three

As the tiny hands retreated, a layer of cloth settled over Sophie’s skin. It was soft, silky even. Lightweight, which felt good in the summer air. Although she had to admit it was colder in this…cave? Was she still in a cave? The loss of heat from the little paws seemed to be amplified by the cool touch of the fabric, and her skin turned to gooseflesh as her nipples puckered, pushing up through the soft material into the cold room. It felt almost as if the fabric was wet, and it clung to her skin as though molded to it.

She was still panting from all the stimulation when the pull of gravity told her she was being turned upright somehow. She still could feel no bed beneath her, nor could she hear anything. No mechanical arm moving her around. No excited tittering from the tiny beasts who had gotten her so worked up. It was as if her own breathing and heartbeat were the only sounds to be heard, and she marveled at how strange it was not to hear people and traffic and the incessant trains that could be heard from anywhere in the vicinity of her home.

Then, gently, as though settling into some kind of memory foam cushion, her feet began to find support. The floor beneath her was firm but soft at the same time. And she noticed something else right away. Although she could still feel the pull of gravity, Sophie felt lighter than she could remember having felt since she was twelve. When puberty hit, she had put on a bit of extra weight and, despite her involvement in dancing and sports, had always carried it with her. She didn’t usually mind too much, but she had always noticed how much easier, how much more pleasant it was to move in the lower gravity of water. This was like that, but not as dramatic. It made her feel…buoyant.

Sophie breathed in deeply, hoping to smell something of her environment, expecting to sense the earthy dampness of a cave. Surely, this was the cave she’d been in this whole time. That was why it was so quiet. She was certain she was standing in some kind of mud. Her nose could detect nothing, however, outside of faint traces of what she thought were charcoal smoke and citrusy cleaning products.

Ah, the charcoal was from some nearby campers. And the cleaning products were probably the hand wipes in her bag.

This was all okay. Still part of the most bizarre drunk dream ever.

Hands. Large hands this time, and only two pairs of them. Soft. Were they women’s hands? They encircled her neck and then started brushing her body out from neck to shoulders and then down. They seemed to be pressing the cold, wet fabric to her form, and paid special attention to all of her curves and dimples. After smoothing the garment broadly across her back, they focused a good deal of effort on getting the outline of her nipples just right. Sophie withstood the prickling sensations that ran through her body as the fingers brushed across the tips repeatedly, drawing them outward through the garment and then patting the surrounding area to flatten the material against her exquisite breasts. They were lighter, too, in the reduced gravity, and they felt perkier as a result. Sophie grew even wetter between her legs as the sensual pat down continued. Her heart raced with anticipation, but she could not cry out.

They rubbed along the curves of her breasts and pressed the line between them, taking their time with the creases underneath and then starting again at the nipple and smoothing the fabric outward in an arc. Sophie could still hear no sound except her own breathing and her heart pounding in her ears. Once they had finished outlining in meticulous detail her breasts, shoulders, torso and hips, the hands then turned their attention to the throbbing mound between her legs.

Sophie twitched as the cold material was pressed down on top of her hot flesh, and suddenly realized, with great pleasure and simultaneous agony, that she was hairless down there. Completely. So she felt the icy fabric all the more hotly and sucked in a sharp breath as the hands went to work.

One hand cupped her pulsating core, the heel of it pushing upward from below, separating her legs where they met, the delicate fingertips at the top defining her slit. Two other hands pulled her ankles outward, and Sophie discovered her feet slid easily along the muck. She let her legs slip more and more widely apart as she was coaxed. The cold material shocked her as it began to settle deeper into her folds. The hands laid dainty fingers against the cloth, tracing the lines on both sides and in between her lips. Outlining her every dip and fold front and back until Sophie wanted to explode.

Both sets of hands then pressed themselves around her thighs. Pulling down in unison, they carefully molded the slinky textile to her legs and then her knees. Before they finished up with her fingers and toes, the hands encouraged Sophie to lean back. She found herself situated on a bicycle seat of sorts, with a narrow cushioned board up the back side to support her torso and head. Just then, the hands began to plaster the fabric down around her forearms. When they arrived at the hands and then the fingertips, Sophie felt sudden waves of energy up her arms as they fitted the material to her skin. The pulsing between her legs, which had continued uninterrupted for what seemed like an hour, was now joined by the electrifying currents being sent up her arms. When the fingertips were at last complete, the hands went to work on the lower legs and feet in much the same manner, with one notable exception.

Sophie wasn’t all that ticklish, but there was one place that would always get her, and that was anywhere near her feet. She might have been scarred for life as a toddler, the age popular with adults who liked to play This Little Piggy, tickling the toes of unfortunate little girls until they peed their training pants. She wasn’t sure. But she did know that when those hands got to her toes, she was likely to kick whoever it was in the teeth out of sheer reflex. Even if she couldn’t consciously control her body, of this she was certain. She would not tolerate tickling.

Yet when the hands approached first her ankles and then her heels, Sophie felt none of the usual tension that should accompany such contact. Then the hands began to brush across the bottoms of her feet—a move that would normally warrant slaying the intruder out of sheer self-defense. But instead of feeling ticklish, Sophie realized that the same sort of pleasant waves of energy were coming up from her feet that had earlier been issued forth from her hands. The sensations traveled up her legs, rounded the bend at her hips, and then dipped inward, meeting at her throbbing core and then shooting upward to her navel, where they gripped her stomach—about as well as a fist to the gut. They then pulsed all the way up to her nipples, shooting outward from there to her armpits, and down through her arms to her fingertips.

By the time the hands reached her toes, Sophie was on fire with anticipation. As they gently took and splayed each one, the sensations that would normally burst into ticklishness and result in pants-pissing shenanigans, felt instead like the most erotic caresses she had ever experienced. With the same intensity that she would typically have felt the urge to withdraw her feet and curl her toes inward, she now had the fervent desire to spread them out and push into the gentle rubbing of the tender hands.

Moisture pooled between her legs as Sophie remained unable to move or speak. Her breathing had grown rapid. Had anyone bothered to check, they would have found her pupils dilated to nearly the size of her irises. Her heart pounded harder and faster. She ached to clench up her legs-to push into the pleasure. To roll her hips and grind her aching core against that bicycle seat. But she remained captive of whatever it was that had its hold on her—or on whatever was left of her after such efforts had been taken to put her entirely out of her mind with desire.

After tilting Sophie upright again the hands finally left her, and she cursed them for going. But she caught sight of her first image, as she perceived a low and diffused orange light emanating from the edges of what had to be the floor. The hands must have been attached to the two women whose silhouettes she could just make out as they retreated from the room and disappeared around a corner.

Hey. She wanted to shout at them, bring them back. Make them explain what was going on and why, despite being able to feel everything, she didn’t seem capable of moving a single muscle.

Except her eyes must have been open, so that was something. Sophie made a conscious effort to make out her surroundings, and found she was in a rather featureless, dark room with none but the orange light emanating from the edges of the floor where it met…the walls? They, too, seemed to melt away into darkness as they ascended to an undetermined height.

Where was she?

Just then, almost as if he’d been handed some sort of relay baton by the handsy ladies, a man appeared in her room. At least Sophie thought it was a man. It would perhaps be more accurate to say, the shadow of a man, for she could make out none of his features in the soft orange luminescence.

He moved close to her and cocked his head, appearing to inspect her features for a while. He then brushed his hands across her nipples and stood back as they stiffened in response. His hand then went to the engorged swell of flesh that still pulsated and hummed between her thighs, tracing lightly along the fabric that outlined one of the fold lines and then pulling back his hand, his head cocking again to one side as if evaluating her response.

Sophie shuddered. Who was this man? There was something in his swagger that had told her he was all man, dominant and unflinching. And yet there was something almost childlike in the way he played with her. Teased her. Like he was taunting her.

Sophie grew uneasy as the shadow lurked behind her, pressed its body close to her form, and slid a finger down to the swell of her ass. Breathing into her ear, the shadow man slid one lonely finger between her ample cheeks, fingering the line all the way down to its apex before cupping her from behind and roughly clenching her most sensitive spot.

Sophie cringed-internally at least. Although she could see a little, she still couldn’t flinch, cry out or punch him in the dick, which is what she really wanted to do. Her limbs hung limply at her sides. The dark man’s throat emitted a low purr as Sophie’s pain response kicked in. She wanted to cuss him out, but all she could do was shudder.

As if sensing her anger, the shadow man let out a cackle that sent a shiver up her spine.

She wanted out of this drunken dream. Now.

Sophie wanted to believe this was still a dream, but somehow it was becoming harder to accept.

Was this all for real? And who in the hell would go to all this trouble anyway, shaving a girl down and priming her pleasure response just so they could inflict this sort of pain?

One thing Sophie knew: she was in the company of a sadist. And not the mutually-agreed sadomasochistic sex play type either. There would be no safe words spoken here.

Chapter Four

The Fleet was in position around the Kerrak outpost. They had evaded the moon’s external security system by virtue of their recently developed cloaking system. The Kerraks had never seen this Sphinx technology before, and it would take them time to reverse engineer a detection system. That meant, for now at least, the Sphinx resistance fighters had the advantage. A surprise attack had the best chance of obliterating the outpost entirely before the station had time to raise its shields, and that’s exactly what the Fifth Fleet intended to do.

Commander Dura de-cloaked his ship and let fly the first shot, all within less than a second, signaling the rest of the Fifth Fleet to do the same. A firestorm converged on the massive Kerrak research station as one building after another exploded into flames. The Sphinx fighters trained their weapons on military defenses first to prevent enemy retaliation. The next goal was to sustain a state of chaos around the entire compound by focusing their fire on weapons caches, fuel sources, and other combustible chemicals. Some of the larger explosions blew so much shrapnel up into the sky that some of the pilots had to reposition themselves in order to make room for the massive fireballs.

Hagin Dura watched as hell rained down on the colossal Kerrak research station and prison complex, setting fire to long, narrow buildings where prisoners might be held.

"Syso, Fehren, I’ll cover you. Get down there. Now." Dura had assigned his two best officers to accompany him to the surface. He would lead their squadrons in a building-by-building search to locate as many humans and other subjugated races as possible, and evacuate them to Rahramhar. Safely. All while the rest of the fleet continued to devastate other areas of the base and punish the Kerraks for their wickedness.

The Fifth Fleet had been planning this assault for months and running practice raids for weeks. They were ready. They had to be. If they failed to destroy the command center, the rest of the Kerrak force would soon join the fight, and the Sphinx would be lucky to get away with their lives, let alone any rescued prisoners.

Hagin maneuvered his fighter down into the fray, away from the explosions and shrapnel and into a courtyard of sorts, from which a dozen or so nonmilitary Kerrak personnel fled as he put down. He knew the layout. He had studied the stolen plans for months and now took a moment to orient himself around that knowledge. His officers had set down on the rooftop of the surrounding building, and were just forming teams from their squadrons of Sphinx resistance fighters when Commander Dura emerged from his ship.

Syso, are your men in position?

Yes, Commander, Sir! Two dozen Sphinx warriors stood at attention, their catlike ears perked up in full alert, chests jutted out in pride, so still not even their whiskers dared to twitch.

Fehren?

Yes, Commander, Sir! Fehren’s squadron flanked the Commander on the other side, equally ready for the task at hand.

You men know what to do, Dura began. Remember, any humans you find in there may not understand we are their allies. Do whatever you must, but lead them to safety. And fast.

Dura glanced skyward, where a detachment of medical transport ships hovered, whirring and waiting to be called down for the evacuation. Explosions and fireballs continued to erupt all around.

Syso, Fehren, you have your orders then.

Sir, yes, sir! Both Lieutenant Commanders answered in unison.

Hagin watched his men fall out and take up the search for prisoners. Then he turned and made his way to the administrative offices. He knew the Kerrak elite would all be in underground bunkers by now. Those who had survived the first wave of the attack anyway. Hagin’s personal mission was to discover any intel that could help them win a quick and decisive victory, or anything that might put the Sphinx High Council in touch with Earth’s leadership.

He made his way through one deserted passageway after another, relying on his catlike eyes to help him see in the relative darkness of the halls. The floors glowed orange with an unnatural light, the preferred color spectrum of the underground dwellers.

Hagin rounded the final corner and reached the offices of the upper echelon. Sifting through drawers and scanning all of the available wall charts, maps, and glyphs, he identified the most useful intelligence as quickly as he could, some of which was bound to be very useful to the Elite Commander of the Guard as he prepared for the next phase. He tore down a set of plans for a new station of some sort and an updated map of the Kerrak Empire before his eyes came to rest on a curious figure standing completely still in the room next to his. His breath caught in his chest as he realized the figure was human. And female.

Was it a sculpture of some kind, he wondered. It didn’t move. He considered for a moment whether this could be some Kerrak trick. Some trap to lure him in for capture, but he had to doubt that notion. All of the cowardly Kerrak would have fled the building by now. Rank or no rank, any that survived would be fighting each other for a spot in the underground bunkers at this point. There was never enough space for everyone. That’s one way the vile people maintained the so-called purity of their genetic line. By creating constant survivalist conditions that would permit only a small portion of society to carry their genes forward. They did this back on their home world too, by causing incessant famines and unleashing new diseases on their own population.

Sick bastards.

But no. They were too cowardly to have set a trap. They wouldn’t have the patience to wait for their prey.

Undisciplined fools.

Commander Hagin Dura was nothing if not disciplined. He approached the dark form in the middle of the room slowly, slinking toward it, keeping his eyes trained on the human as if stalking his prey, his feet falling silently as he crept ever nearer. She didn’t move. Was she breathing?

Suddenly her eyes moved and Hagin sprang back in surprise, crouched down, and pulled out his knives, ready for a fight. When she remained still for another moment he crept slowly forward again, this time with knives out and ready for whatever threat she might represent.

He inched close enough to smell her scent in the air. Her perfume was strong and spoke of her fertility. Hagin found himself aroused by her odor, his body stiffening in response to a potential mate. He studied her face for any sign of her loyalties. He knew she might be hostile, but her feminine musk was strong and drew him to her. Had he not known better, he’d have thought her to be in a state of arousal. He sniffed again. Her salty odor was tantalizing, reeking of sex and unanswered need. Merely being in her presence caused Hagin’s own mind to wander to the joys of the flesh. He craved her, wanted to know her, to protect her, to make her his own, but he knew better than to take what was not his, and this human belonged to the High Council.

He tried not to think about how nice it would be to have a woman he could call Shur-lac. Someone to share his bed and bear his kits. Such thoughts were useless and he chided himself for having them before resuming his evaluation of the human standing before him.

He had to be objective. Precise. He was a disciplined commander, after all, and would not give in to base urges.

She was about a foot shorter than him and bore the soft, curvy lines of a human female. Her clothing was not of human origin. While it covered her completely from the neck down, it hid no detail of her body from view. He had to wonder if he were looking at one of the concubines in the service of some privileged Kerrak dignitary or other high-ranking official. He had heard of the skillful treachery of such women. If she was, he thought, he might be in for a fight. What was she waiting for?

An explosion rocked the building, sending Hagin to his knees. Chunks of ceiling rained down on the entire complex. It was time to move. As he got to his feet, he saw that the woman had collapsed. Her body still limp, she lay sprawled out across the floor.

What the hell are you guys doing up there? Hagin shouted into his communicator.

The woman still didn’t move.

Commander Dura, came the scratchy response. You’ve got…out of there. I repeat. Get—

Multiple explosions drowned out the fractured voice, and Hagin wasted no time in doing exactly as he was advised. The seven-foot tall Sphinx warrior grabbed the curvy human female and threw her over his shoulder before sprinting back the way he’d come. Down one hallway and into another. And then…his escape route was blocked. He would have to improvise.

Fire blocked the path toward the stairs at the end of the corridor, but backup plans were always part of a well-organized military raid. Hagin knew of three different options for getting back to his ship. He chose the one that would be easiest to manage with the additional burden he carried and made his way up two flights of stairs to the roof of the low building.

Outside, his men had already assembled and were readying for takeoff.

We have room for a few more, suggested Syso.

No, huffed Commander Dura. She’s a concubine. Can’t leave her alone with the rest.

Syso understood. As a concubine, she was practically the enemy. She may have been human once, but she had been turned and would now be sympathetic to the Kerrak agenda. Dura would have to secure her safely away from any other humans, who might be convinced that it was the Sphinx, rather than the Kerracks, who wished to do them harm. She may have been unable to talk at the moment, but the effects of Kerrack medicine would eventually wear off. It just wouldn’t do to have her fomenting resentment before they could even reach Rahramhar and get all of the humans sorted out.

Chapter Five

The huge, catlike alien that came in after the sadistic prick disappeared was even more frightening than the shadow man. For a moment, Sophie was convinced she was about to be somebody’s meal, but then he’d sprung back and drawn two short swords like he thought she was the threat.

After what had seemed like the longest moment in the history of ogling, the tension was finally broken when an explosion sent her sliding across the cold, mucky floor. Still feeling everything. Still unable to move. She closed her eyes as every cell in her body tried desperately to wake up from this sick dream. She’d just managed to produce a tear from one eye when the cat man swept her up and threw her over his shoulder without so much as a hello.

Perfect. Another creepy alien.

Only this one didn’t seem like quite as big an asshole as that last guy. At least this one wasn’t sadistic. So far. And he was rescuing her from what appeared to be a disastrous situation. So that was good, right?

She’d almost gotten over the fact that her body had been brought to the edge of orgasm time and again, only to be beaten back by the sadistic pervert who seemed never to get enough of the teasing. But when she became aroused again by the new alien who kidnapped her, she started to worry that it was going to be the same song, second verse with this one. What was he doing to her that got her so worked up? Or was it something in the atmosphere? Had she been drugged? Sophie couldn’t remember ever having been so turned on, and for such a long time, and she decided she had probably been given something like Viagra for women. Still, she tried to enjoy the slight tickling she got as the cat man held her pelvis flat against his huge, armored chest, across which hung a wide leather strap studded with small objects. She enjoyed the feel of his humongous hand across her ass. Her top half dangling lifelessly over his shoulder, she had a good view of his leather-clad ass from that angle, too, albeit upside down. Was that a tail?

Okay, now she knew this was a dream because who in real life would be checking out some alien’s ass while the whole world was exploding around her? And that was most definitely a cat’s tail. No, this was a straight-up fantasy after the nightmare of seemingly endless sexual torment.

The cat man hauled her up the short ladder onto his ship before stuffing her into a storage compartment and settling down into his seat. After a few clicks and beeps, the vessel began to lift off from the surface while explosions continued blasting in the distance, growing fainter and fainter as the small ship gained momentum and finally cleared the alien atmosphere.

Hey. Hey.

She wanted to yell at him. What the hell did he think he was doing? She wasn’t cargo!

But after several moments of fuming, she realized with some irritation that whatever was going on, she was better off up here than down there.

Humph.

Sophie floated limply in the crate. It reminded her of a sort of human-sized cat carrier, and she thought it quite fitting that a monster such as he would keep a crate like this for humans on his ship. Probably a human trafficker, she thought with no small degree of malice.

She made an effort to ignore everything that had happened and focus her mind on anything that would keep her from getting sick. The weightlessness of space wasn’t agreeing with all that alcohol she’d had earlier, and she didn’t even want to think about what might happen if she threw up in this little cabin.

Sophie tried to remember the lyrics to one of the songs she’d taught herself to play on the guitar, and hummed along with the tune in her head.

She couldn’t be sure how long she’d been asleep, but when she awoke again, there were all kinds of alarms going off inside the ship.

This couldn’t be good.

The cat man piloting the ship appeared to grow increasingly frustrated as all his efforts at some sort of course correction seemed to be for naught. At last he slammed a fist down on the console with a growl and removed his safety strap. He crawled out from his seat and floated toward her, opened up the storage compartment where Sophie hung limply in the air, grabbed her, and pulled her through the opening.

He thrust her into what could only be the co-pilot’s seat and then glared at her as he secured her safety strap. Resuming his own seat again, he grunted.

What was his problem?

It’s not like Sophie had asked him to kidnap her. So he was going to be a dick about it on top of everything else. Lovely.

But there was no time for snide commentary even of the internal sort, as Sophie soon realized. A huge, blue-green planet quickly approached, and the cat-man-pilot seemed to be making quite an effort at crash landing safely on its surface. Sophie’s face grew pale as she realized the magnitude of her situation.

If this wasn’t a dream, then her life was in very real danger, and her thoughts naturally turned to all of the people back home. Everything and everyone she’d ever known. And how they’d never know what had become of her. As the little ship breached the blue-green planet’s atmosphere, she squeezed her eyes shut and said a little prayer, asking for forgiveness for every terrible thing she’d ever done and promising to do better in the next life, hoping against all hope that God—if there was a god—would let her go back home.

Now. Please?

Sophie lifted one little eyelid and peeked out. Still crash landing on an alien planet. She closed it again.

Right…now!

Still crashing. The ship was shaking as it made its descent, and Sophie’s eyes grew moist.

Goodbye world. Uh, that is, whatever world this was. A tear escaped her eye as the ship quaked and shook, falling still deeper into the alien atmosphere.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the shaking stopped and all was quiet. Sophie dared to look out over the landscape below. Through the murky blue-green sky she could see it was ugly. Brown mostly, but dry land was good as far as she was concerned. She wished she could turn her head to see the pilot’s face. She wondered whether she ought to be scared, and seeing his reaction to wherever it was they’d ended up would be a big help in figuring that out.

For now, she decided, Sophie would just be grateful that they were alive. But then, they hadn’t exactly landed yet either. When they did, the spaceship practically bounced off the surface. The pilot groaned and flipped some switches before trying to set it down again, this time with a vertical approach. It seemed to work much better, and the vehicle finally came to a rest in a vast expanse of brown as far as the eye could see.

Chapter Six

Setting down on the remote world had not been Hagin’s first choice, but his jump drive had failed midflight, and this was the nearest planet without known hostiles. His distress beacon would already have been picked up by the attack team as he fell out of light speed. He knew his people would send a ship back for him once they’d gotten the human prisoners to safety on Rahramhar. The mission was of utmost importance, and he could fend for himself for a few hours or a day, depending on how long it took.

Hagin climbed into the back and checked his emergency kit. He had a few meal bars, some water and filtration tablets, first aid supplies, and emergency blankets. The provisions were basic, but adequate for the typical small fighter crew of two. He decided it would be enough to get them through until Syso sent someone back to give them a lift home. But it wouldn’t hurt to find a source of water just in case.

The concubine moaned in her seat behind him. What a nuisance. If she wasn’t one of the enemy’s own, Hagin might have mated the woman. Her sweet fragrance filled the air, and he found himself breathing deeply, then rapidly as his heart rate increased with his own desire for her. Close quarters were dangerous ground, he told himself.

It was time to put her back in the cage.

Hagin removed her safety straps and lifted the droopy woman out of her seat. She was soft. Pliable. And she gazed at him with an expression so intense that it cost him a moment’s focus. Although he was strong, the space was difficult to maneuver through, and he scraped her legs against the edges of the rough seat as he extracted her from the cockpit, which caused her to wince. A sharp grunt came as a rebuke to Hagin, and he silently reminded himself that, even though she was an enemy consort, she was still human, and hurting her wouldn’t help the Sphinx cause of turning her people into allies.

He slid the human’s legs through the front opening of the crate, making an effort to set her down gently and allowing her to collapse down over herself in a bundle.

There.

Hagin took one last look at the human, her wavy brown locks hanging down over her face, and then turned to climb out of his fighter and down to the surface. Down where he could breathe without smelling the enticing tang of her sensuality like it were a thick fog gliding through the air all around him.

Outside—where he could think straight, try to identify what planet he was on and consider where he might find water. His sensor readings had indicated a modestly hospitable planet, albeit sparsely populated with only the lowest life forms.

As he descended the ladder, the woman moaned and groaned as if in protest, but Hagin ignored her. She was safer inside than out, and besides, he couldn’t take her with him.

The brown moss that grew underfoot as far as the eye could see in every direction created a spongy floor and smelled similar to seaweed. Dura tested its resistance before putting all of his weight down. Having assured himself the strange and ubiquitous undergrowth would hold him, he stepped off the ladder.

He pulled up a holographic image of a star map and began to plug in numbers. If he could isolate exactly where he was when his ship fell out of light speed, he could determine which system he was in. Then, by a process of elimination he could figure out which planet they were now on. Such a basic task was second nature to an interstellar pilot, and the first order of business at the moment. He had to know what hidden dangers he might find here. Regardless of her loyalties, the human female must be kept safe at all costs. He would not risk a breach of interspecies confidence before official contact had even been made with Earth’s leaders. Doing so would be a violation of his honor, reducing his name to his treacherous role in what would become a cautionary tale, one that would be retold in the schoolbooks back home for generations to come. No, he would protect her until she was safely back on Rahramhar with him.

As Hagin Dura reviewed the suggested list of star systems, he smelled trouble on the wind. His ears perked up and he stood motionless in the shadow of his fighter, staring off into the bluish haze, his whiskers picking up the scent. He couldn’t analyze it entirely, but it was far off yet. With any luck, his people would pick him up long before he had to worry about the local wildlife.

The expert pilot narrowed his location down to one of three star systems. From there, determining his exact location was simple based on its color, size, and position relative to its sun.

He furrowed a wary brow when he figured out he was on Trunatta Three. Although it was in Kerrak space, it had no sentient life and therefore no enemies. However, surface water was scarce, and wild beasts of unknown types were believed to roam the planet. His pocket map indicated that water was most likely to be found ten feet or more below the surface in reservoirs that carved out a system of underground caves. He didn’t have tools for digging, and besides, getting through that moss would be another matter altogether.

It was difficult to determine how deep under the moss the actual ground might be. The brown carpet was thickly woven together as though connected to a larger whole. Hagin had to acknowledge that the monoculture might not appreciate being hacked into. As a boy, he’d heard many stories about alien beings much stranger than sentient mosses, and although most people did not believe such fairy tales, he was not one to press his luck without good reason. He counted their water supplies in his head again and decided they could last a day if they had to.

His eye searched the featureless horizon for any indication of shelter, but there was none. His own ship provided the best opportunity by far, and its apparent isolation from other life forms was a clear indicator of its relative safety from planetary wildlife.

An alarm on his handheld drew his attention. A potentially dangerous level of nitrogen was detected in the atmosphere. Exposure longer than an hour or two was enough to rob him of consciousness. After that, death would only be a matter of time. He asked about human survivability under the same conditions and learned it was shorter, with narcosis setting in after only half that time, followed imminently by death.

Hagin cast a glance upward toward his precious cargo. She must not be exposed to the surface air. And he should not be outside for long either.

He needed a plan that would keep them both safe and breathing fresh air until Syso returned with their ticket home. He decided the best course of action was to run the ship’s engine and use its power for the internal air system.

He would have to remain in close quarters with the concubine until they were rescued.

As he climbed onto the ladder, Hagin noticed that the landing gear had begun to sink into the muck.

Good to know.

They would have to keep on the move then. He’d taxi the little craft across the barren wastes of moss, protecting himself and the most striking woman he’d ever seen from whatever might roam out here at night.

Surely, his people would come before nighttime. He’d set down on the sunny side of the planet. Even though it was covered in brown moss and haunted by blue-green fog, it was still on the bright side of the world, and would be for a long time to come.

As his head emerged from below, Hagin saw that the woman had fallen over. No. Rolled herself over. The medicine was wearing off then. She was still flaccid but appeared to have regained some of the color in her cheeks.

Hey, she said.

And she was talking.

Hagin sucked in a deep breath full of her unique scent and closed his eyes for a moment. He gave a little shake of his head and then turned to her as he ascended into the cabin.

Hagin, he said.

She looked confused.

Commander Hagin Dura of the Fifth Fleet, he offered by way of clarification.

Commander what-what of the which fleet?

Hagin Dura, he repeated, reminding himself to keep his temper. She had started out disrespectfully and still had not introduced herself, but he would not let the enemy concubine see how this annoyed him.

What…are you?

Of course. The Sphinx had had no contact with humans for many generations. He could only rely on the training of his elders for his knowledge of Earthen tongues, but he recognized her language as that of an ancient band of druids that had roamed the northern wilds when last his people walked among them.

I am Sphinx, he boomed, his chest puffing out with obvious pride. Commander Hagin Dura of the Fifth Fleet, a Sphinx warrior of the highest order. Under the authority of the High Council we liberated you from the Kerrak outpost where you so recently…uh, served.

"Served."

Was that a question? Her tone was hostile. Sarcastic. Yet it was hard to take her seriously since she was lying upside down and peering at him from below as he towered over her.

I do not expect your gratitude, concubine.

Her eyes followed the Commander as he resumed his seat in the cockpit and began setting up a slow burn scenario for his engine fuel.

"Gratitude. Concubine? You liberated me? I mean, I get that things were exploding and stuff when you—ya know, ‘rescued’ me and all, but you did kind of crash land me on this deserted planet, right?"

He would not dignify her raving with a response.

Or was the plan always to ditch your military buddies and disappear with me in this wasteland?

The girl lifted her chin and peered at the pilot, but he would not allow her to get under his thick skin. He might have to breathe the same air as her. Might be stuck in a tiny cabin with her for who knew how long. He might have to protect her or even die for her, but one thing he did not have to do was entertain her.

And I’m not a damned concubine!

He had offended her. Sighing, he retreated. I am sorry, I do not know the proper word.

The woman chortled. Then, with seeming incredulity, said, "Listen, Catface, this isn’t about semantics, okay? I’m no damn concubine, alright? I was just lying there, asleep in my tent, when the next thing I know I’m being carted off to some underground cave. And it’s dark and there are people—well, things, anyway—touching me, and then these hands and then that --" she