The drive back to town took twenty minutes, even at night on the nearly deserted highway, but Lisa didn't remember any of it. One moment Margaret was leaning towards her, already lost to the daze of pleasure and perversion that had been inflicted on her, and in the next they were pulling up to the Heritage Inn on the south side of town. Lisa should have used that time to try to escape or to formulate a plan or something. She didn't though. She couldn't take her eyes off of her friend as Margaret's fingers and mouth wandered her body doing just what she'd been ordered to do: give her a taste of the pleasure that had been inflicted on her so recently.
It was a darker and more perverted version of the make out session they'd shared only hours ago. Last time they'd attempted to find a private moment of safety in each other's arms, but this time Lisa was handcuffed, and Margaret had no say in the matter while the awful police officer that had captured them watched in the rearview mirror on the whole ride back. Even though Lisa knew she should have been appalled by everything on that list, when they were combined with Margaret's hungry mouth, it just made her cum twice as hard as she had earlier that night. She was an exhausted mess by the time they finally pulled to a stop at the hotel.
The Heritage was supposed to be the nicest hotel in town, but Lisa had never been inside until the officer yanked her out of the back seat and marched her into the lobby with Margaret following along meekly behind them both. "Won't you let me at least cover up a little?" Lisa asked, making her captor laugh. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, her bra was askew, and her leggings were still on the backseat of the cop car, leaving her only her panties to protect her from the gaze of strangers.
"Honey - you're lucky I let you wear any clothes at all," he said. "It's not like you'll be needing them where you're going."
"Not even my shoes?" she protested, shivering at the chill night air and the cold ground as she tried not to stub her toes while he forced her forward.
"One more word and I'll have you strip down naked right here slut." He answered, the mirth in his voice slowly being edged out by annoyance. "The queen said I had to bring you in with your virginity intact. She didn't say anything about your modesty."
Lisa bit her tongue, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. It wasn't an idle threat. It was just one more indignity she was going to have to suffer through until she could figure out a way to escape from this terrible situation she told herself. That philosophical outlook lasted less than a minute. In the lobby there were several men watching two heavily pregnant women awkwardly try to 69 for their amusement, and as Lisa walked past, their heads swiveled in unison, to follow her barely covered body like she was on the menu. She actually did the unthinkable and pulled slightly closer to her captor in that moment making him laugh again.
"Relax Lisa. They aren't allowed to take a turn any more than I am." he said, "Your pussy belongs to the queen now."
"What's she going to do to me?" Lisa asked, swallowing hard.
"How should I know?" the officer answered."I just hope she lets me watch." A shiver ran down Lisa's spine at that idea. Not only was an alien going to do something awful to her, but she was going to let guys like this watch? It was an awful fate, and she wished for the hundredth time that she'd let Chad take her instead.If she'd let him make her feel special instead, maybe then she wouldn't be marching down a hallway like the condemned prisoner she was.
The further they walked, the stranger things got though. Other than the men toying with those poor women in the lobby, the room had been empty. There was no one at the front desk, and many of the doors in the halls they walked down were open. Most looked empty, but some contained women getting fucked, or laying their contentedly stroking their bellies. The vacant look in their eyes made it look like they'd been drugged, but Lisa wasn't so sure. Margaret looked like that too now, and besides worrying about what was about to happen to her, it was the only thing that concerned her. Was it some sort of opiate she wondered, or had the pleasure she'd endured caused some sort of lasting damage? Would she be like this from now on? It was a deeply troubling thought, but not as troubling as the scene on the other side of the glass doors they were walking towards.
At the end of this hall was the entrance to the indoor pool, but inside Lisa couldn't make out very much detail because the room was filled with a strange mist that made it difficult to see more than a few feet inside the space. What she could see and hear was strange enough to make everything hidden behind that fog positively terrifying though. Scattered near the walls and door were pods or eggs, ranging in size lunchboxes to trashcans like the backdrop of some bad scifi movie. The smalled ones were brown and fleshy, and the larger ones looked smooth a slick, like a cocoon more than an egg. Both types were attached to the concrete floor by something irregular and organic, and in the background of all that was a terrible chorus of women. Some were moaning and screaming in the throes of pleasure, and others sounded like they were in the middle of labor, giving birth to things she didn't even want to imagine, but all of them got louder when the officer marching her forward opened the door for her to walk inside.
Something about that increase in pitch as he opened the door made Lisa shrink back and pull against her cuffs for the first time since he'd brought her inside. "No," she whimpered as he dragged her forward, "Please don't make me go in there. Anything but that."
"Come on girl," he said gruffly, yanking her forward hard enough that she almost lost her footing before continuing on grudgingly. "Stay with me." She couldn't resist anything this awful man made her do, but she did take some solace at hearing the nervousness at the edge of his voice, and watching him swallow hard. He was just as afraid as she was, and was probably facing similar irresistible compulsions to those he used on her. If she was going to get killed or eaten in here at least she'd have the consolation that her captor would likely fare no better.
Nothing jumped out to devour her as she walked past those first few eggs though, and nothing grabbed her when she stepped down into the empty pool and they started walking towards the mist filled deep end though. There were more eggs here, and a slimy, almost mucus-like coating that made her worry she was going to slip and break her neck as they walked down the very shallow incline. In the mist, just past the edge of her vision she could see things moving though - inhuman things that made her glad she couldn't see what was going on much past the five foot circle of visibility she was trapped in. Once she saw something that she thought was another one of those pods, but it moved quickly away from her it looked like some kind of primate hunchback or perhaps a large dog in the way it quickly moved away from her. Moments later the fog parted long enough for her to see the silhouette of a woman laying on the ground tied up.
It occurred to Lisa only after that woman had vanished once again in the fog that what she'd seen hadn't been a kinky act of bondage. What she'd taken for ropes tying that poor girl up had been moving. The revelation triggered a wave of revulsion that sent goose bumps across her body as she realized those had been tentacles molesting that poor girl and doing god knew what to her. For a second Lisa made the mistake of allowing herself to imagine what that might be like, and instantly regretted it as the phantom of those slick constricting coils roamed the sensitive flesh of her mind. She was almost as disgusted that her nipples hardened at the idea as she was that she'd figured it out in the first place, and prayed silently that whatever was about to happen to her would be something less awful than that.
