Captive: Blue Barbarian Series, #4

By Rena Marks

I wasn't one of those lucky ones who slept through her abduction. No, I was fully aware of mine. Book 4 in the Blue Barbarian series. (This is not your Ice Planet Barbarians. ?)

 

A Drurian spacecraft specialized in kidnapping females snuck into Earth's atmosphere. Their mission? To sell a dozen abducted females to other galaxies.

 

During that time, I was implanted with the knowledge of how to please males. My sex drive increased, and techniques taught to me on how to please countless other species. It was a horrifying secret I didn't want anyone to know… until we crash-land on Blaedonia, and I meet Jeroc and Tijar. Suddenly, the new knowledge can be put to use.

 

When you're taken captive and left on another planet, why choose?

 

More in the Blue Barbarian Series:

Book 1 - Abducted
Book 2 - Stranded
Book 3 - Taken
Book 4 - Captive
Book 5 - Stolen
Book 6 - Betrayed

 

If you like blue barbarians, try my Xeno Sapiens in the Genetically Altered Humans Series!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rena Marks
• Release date: Oct 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536562965

Rena Marks

Welcome to my Worlds! Rena Marks is a bestselling author with over eighty-five novels under her belt. She combines her love of science fiction with paranormal romance because no matter what happens in real life, a happy-ever-after never disappoints. Come get lost in my worlds for a few hours!

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Chapter One

QUICK NOTE: If you enjoy Captive, be sure to check out Stolen, the next in the Blue Barbarian series at the end of Tessa’s read. Enjoy!

I HAD A HEART ATTACK the day I had sex with an alien.

I wasn’t one of those lucky ones who slept through her abduction. No, I was fully aware of mine.

I was taken during a bible retreat with church, along with another girl I had just met, Marian. A camping retreat in which our group had paired up and were sent on separate hikes. It was called a preparation for life. We were instructed to seek out like-minded individuals to navigate life, no matter where we were. Marian and I had been hiking when a strange wind spiked, then disappeared as quickly as it came. We’d looked at each other in confusion. This wasn’t in the carefully prepared manual, but maybe they wanted us to figure out this challenge together.

We called in with our coordinates and were told we could camp there for the night, so we spread out our sleeping bags and crawled in.

Listen, I wasn’t friends with Marian. She had different views on life. But she was kind, and I had a lot on my mind. I was leaving the church as soon as the retreat was over. I’d been accepted with a dance company who’d offered a lucrative amount of money to showcase me.

Not that I would have access to that money. My parents would. I would have access to freedom. I just had to make it through this retreat to prepare me to stay a proper daughter for when I went away on my own.

And as Marian and I slept, we woke to find the strange wind had kicked up again. It was a silent wind, sort of a tunnel all around us. We could feel it but couldn’t hear the whistling sound that should have been there. It lifted our hair, yet we couldn’t feel the breeze of it on our skin. Not the temperature, warm or cold.

Like a dream watched in slow motion, both of us were sucked up under a red beam of light through the silent, numbing wind, onto a spaceship with the typical, readily described by alien believers around the world, as gray men.

But the reality was much more terrifying than the description. Their eyes were all black and multi-faceted. The mouths were incongruously small, their heads way too large. Bulbous, raw brain matter twisted in swollen gray braids on the back of their skulls as if the organ bulged out of their heads. Their arms were too long, reaching to their knees. They wore white, one-piece jumpsuits, with a smooth panel over their crotch like a plastic doll.

Marian whimpered as she slipped into unconsciousness, her eyes glazed like she refused to believe this was happening. Just as stunned, I watched as they froze her into stasis and put her into a glass tube. It was almost worse for her. Whenever they did wake her, she would be stuck in that same moment of her mind refusing to acknowledge what was happening and she would have to deal with that on top of the horror of whatever happened once she was revived.

I found out later—the hard way—that Marian was the first one who had been woken by the aliens and experimented on. Her brain had fried from the language implantation.

All at once, I noticed there were a lot of other tubes. God, they were for countless other girls. And through the viewing screen the aliens watched, I saw we were still moving, flying through the sky until they zeroed in on another woman.

A sinking feeling penetrated my numbed shock. She was also destined for abduction. They were going to fill the giant test tubes with us.

I was never put under and frozen in stasis like the other humans. Just as the third woman was sucked in through the red laser pipe, I was carted off and taken to a room with a bed and an attached bathroom, and held captive there. The suite was dark and heavy, with velveteen fabric covering the walls. Musky scents emanate from panels in vaporized sprays. The bed? Huge, large enough for a family of six to sleep without touching each other. A heady, alien boudoir.

There’s a dressing table and a walk-in closet. A whirlpool tub bubbles in the bedroom. Odd.

It was there I was given lessons in dressing, makeup, and worse... the injections. Daily, I was given alien drugs that flooded my veins with sexual arousal until I couldn’t take the changes and passed out.

And I have no earthly idea what it is I’m supposed to do now, but this day they leave me alone, and I get to spend more time in my room, away from the gray aliens who shove me and starve me, who look at me with disdain flooding their huge bug eyes. It doesn’t make sense that they’re not mentally torturing me, but I’ll enjoy whatever crumbs they toss. If you can call it that. Some days I wish I was one of the frozen human girls in the stasis tubes, unaware of everything around them.

I’m left alone for hours, and so I curl up on the bed and sleep. But eventually, one of the gray alien abductors returns and pokes me awake with his weird, lobster hands. I squirm, trying to get away. I don’t like being touched by him. His skin feels colder than mine and is always clammy. He’s only got two fingers, and he’s short but incredibly strong and viciously cruel.

He motions to the dressing table and makes me sit. He slathers gunk on my face, and I have to endure his touch. I look like a clown when I’m done but he steps back, surveys his work, and then goes outside to get me a tray of food. He leaves it on the table.

There’s not much there, just a few bites. Is this all they eat? They are slender and much smaller than humans. But still unbelievably strong, able to pick up a full-grown woman twice their weight with ease.

The food is bland, but that’s a good thing considering it’s unidentifiable. Afterward, I head into the small bathroom and wash the paint off my face. Again, I’m left alone for countless hours, maybe days. I have no way of knowing either way.

Eventually, the same alien returns. This time he points to the dressing table again. I sit and he points to the jars of makeup, then my hands. He wants me to do it? Awesome, I don’t have to fight against cringing at his touch. I put some on and he turns me to face him, blabbers something in his language that doesn’t sound pleasant, and gestures to the jars again. Am I forgetting something? I peer into the mirror. There are jars of glitter and jewels, but seriously? He spins me around and dips his finger in a small jar, then smears it across my cheek.

I get it. He wants me to look like a clown. The way he had applied it earlier. I use a heavier hand this time, and while he still doesn’t look pleased, he grunts and brings me a few more bites of food. I’m beginning to wonder if this is bribery, like training a child. Do a good job, get some food.

This time when he leaves, I eat all the bites and decide I’m not going to be hungry. If this is how I earn my food, I can clown-up. No problem. Then I wash off all the garish glitter and paint.

The few bites of mushy baby food don’t do much to tide me over, though. Maybe the next time he comes, I can hurry the process if I just apply my own makeup and wait for him. I sit down at the dressing table, and hurriedly smear some of the alien crap on. Then, vanity gets the better of me and I apply it a bit prettier. I open the drawers, and lo and behold, there’s a book on makeup techniques. Though none of the women in the book are human. The only way I can tell some are female is the exaggerated lips and that some have boobs.

One species has three.

As soon as I close the book, the door opens, and I jump. This time, the gray creature nods approvingly, points at the book and waits, holding the food.

Dammit. Apparently, I’m not done.

I open to a picture and mimic a painted swirl on my cheek and swish some garish glitter in. He nods and then points to the closet.

Lesson number two. Now I have to dress. I pick something that looks like a dress, though it has see-through mesh panels. Before he can object, I take it to the restroom. There’s no way I’m dressing in front of him.

He’s still standing there when I return, and now he gives me the food. Without a word, he leaves.

As I scarf down the dinner, I’m surprised it’s more of a full-sized meal this time. But something horrifying dawns on me. How did he know to arrive just as I had completed my makeup? He entered with the food.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

I try not to make it obvious as I look around the room. Right there, above the mirror of the vanity, is a small camera. They’re watching. An ugly sensation fills my stomach, and I feel like prey. It’s a familiar feeling because back home, good girls are often scrutinized to make sure we remain pure.

The lights dim automatically. The spaceship is regulated for night-time. I sigh, then get up and move to the bathroom. There in the dark, I wash off my face. I put on my old clothes and crawl into the large bed to huddle in the middle in my usual fetal position.

THE LIGHTS WAKE ME by turning on bright. Yawning, I head into the shower and when I’m done, I put on the same skanky dress from last night.

If I want breakfast, I know what to do about it. So, I sit at the vanity and start applying the makeup. I take my time, pulling out the book and using the designs and colors the others wear. I have no idea why they’re having me do this. But maybe mimicking the styles of the book will get me better food.

The alien comes in as soon as I’m done, which verifies that they do indeed watch. He hands me the tray of food and leaves. This time there are just a few bites of food again. Oh, goody, that must mean there’s another lesson somewhere.

After I’m done, the door opens and he returns, gesturing for me to follow him. He doesn’t seem concerned that I walk behind him and I’m taller. I could jump on him. I study the rest of him. His arms are abnormally long, reaching down to his knees. For a moment I consider whacking his great big naked brain, but then I think it might be better to wait and see how many others there are. Just then the swirls of oozing flesh part and I see a giant eyeball stare at me. It makes me gag in horror.

We walk down a long hallway, and it’s kind of incongruous that I’m dressed like a tart, but barefoot in my skinny, mermaid dress.

Maybe they thought giving me high heels would just accentuate their shortness. I almost laugh—not because it’s funny, but because I think I’m going a little bit crazy from not having another person to talk to.

We get to another room, and this time there are two aliens inside. Lined up along the walls are clear pods containing the rest of the human girls that have been abducted. None of them are conscious.

I try hard not to look at their frozen faces as one of the aliens pushes me into a chair. My wrists are strapped down, and I automatically try to pull away, but it’s useless. They don’t seem to get mad that I test the restraints though, and one goes off to get a giant, black visor. Fear swamps me when the others grab my arms and I start to struggle, but they hold me down.

Another alien comes at me and inserts a needle into my vein. The pinch is strong, like he’s using a large needle. Intravenous nutrition? Obviously, I’m not going to physically eat.

The first one slips the visor contraption over my eyes.

Immediately a movie begins to play, but I’m not really watching it—not with my eyes. It swirls invasively inside my head, a type of virtual reality device.

The technology is nothing I’ve ever seen.

Writhing, naked limbs, moaning and bucking and shuddering. Giant alien penises of every shape and color are being plundered into various body parts—and I’ve never even seen a human penis. I shake my head, trying to remove the device, but it goes nowhere. It’s porn. Horrid, shameful, sinful porn that would get me kicked from the church if they knew.

I sit and watch the movies for hours until it’s too much to take, my veins growing heated from the fluid rushing through until I pass out.

I WAKE UP IN MY ROOM, on the bed. I don’t know how much time has passed and I have no idea how I got back in here. I head to the shower, and this time—in the mirror—I notice I look different. My lips are plumper. My nipples are erect. Hell, even my areolas are more pronounced. Bigger, I think. I turn from the image, uncomfortable with staring at my own naked body. I adjust the shower spray to cold and scrub myself clean.

Each day passes similar to the one before, and I don’t know what the hell these strange creatures are doing to me with the intravenous feedings. My body grows thinner because I’m not eating much. Strangely though, my boobs grow fuller. It’s almost like I’m turning into a sex object. But I refuse to have sex with anyone. Hell, I’m a virgin. Or is that what they want? Are they trafficking virgins to sell?

Each day the erotic movies get naughtier, and I’m introduced to kinky sex with various beings. I don’t know how much of it is possible, but after a while, I begin to have feelings along with the movies, like somehow, I’m immersed in them. I grow to hate the sessions and the sensations they cause. My only saving grace is no one knows. Perhaps I’ll get free and take this sinful secret to the grave. I almost hope I don’t return to Earth, where I’ll have to attend church to confess to the horror.

The days grow more confusing, and at first, I’m aware that whatever they tap into my vein seems to drug me. After a while, I lose focus and it is what it is. But one day, I wake up on my bed to find a human man.

Someone else that was abducted?

Who are you? I ask, and even to me my voice sounds slurred.

Bruno. I’m from Earth. Are... you?

He can’t tell, not with all the crap glittering on my face, and the weird clothes that fit like skin. So, I nod. How did you get here?

I broke out of one of the stasis tubes. I saw the alien bring you in here and I followed. I’ve been hiding under the bed. His face looks worried and it’s rather sweet. He’s handsome, with short brown hair and brown eyes that crinkle at the corners. He has a dimple in his cheek, and whew, am I ever aware of the muscles, especially with the session I just had. His biceps bulge, and he’s dressed in a white undershirt that shows off his tanned, bulky