I woke up wondering where the hell I was. Then I remembered. I was on an alien spaceship, as ridiculous as that seemed it was horrifically true. Initially, my mind tried to tell me that last night had been a bizarre dream. Then I remembered everything. The aliens needed to breed me to save their race. I'd tried to escape and one of the little blue aliens had caught me and had his way with me. And I had liked it.
Whatever had filled me with such fervent lust and desire last night was gone and I lay in bed trying not to vomit at the memory of our interspecies romp.
The door to my tiny room slid open and one of the aliens stepped in. It wasn't the one who'd fucked me -- Grabanimo -- it was the other one, the main one who'd done most of the talking. I didn't know his name.
"Good Earth-morning," he said, as he stepped into my room.
"Don't you have mornings on your planet?" I asked, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around my naked body. They hadn't given me any clothes to wear.
"We do, however, on my planet, it is not morning currently," he said. Grabanimo was the horny alien, this guy was the nerdy one.
"Let me go," I said simply, hoping that there was some sort of kindness I could appeal to.
He blinked coldly. "That is impossible. As I stated last night, you have matched my species in terms of compatibility. You will remain here for the foreseeable future."
"Listen, buddy," I said hotly, snarling at him. "I am not some farm animal that you can lock up and breed. I'm a human being. I have rights."
The alien was unfazed by my outburst. He simply blinked once in that cold, detached way, and then replied. "My name is not buddy, my name is Keldon. As I have stated previously, you do not have rights on this ship. You are now the property of the Angira race, it is your duty to breed."
My mouth fell open. I was stumped by the blunt way he stated my situation. He didn't dress it up at all.
"Listen here," I stated firmly, "I am not a possession and I am not a broodmare."
He blinked again and I wanted to punch him in his big, stupid eyes. "This conversation is pointless. You have no say in the matter and you know that to be true. You will now accompany me to the laboratory. My team is waiting and I will not be late."
"I'm not going anywhere without something to wear," I said, refusing to move. The only way he was going to get me to leave naked was if he dragged me kicking and screaming. Thinking back to Grabanimo's strength last night, I realized that was a very real possibility.
Keldon turned and left the room, returning a moment later with a simple white gown. I pulled it over my body. The thin material hung just below my knees and it clung to my body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Still, it was better than nothing.
I followed Keldon through the ship towards what I presumed was the medical lab. Every so often another little blue alien would pass us, giving me a look of intrigue as they passed. Some of them wore the same outfit as Keldon and Grabanimo but in different colors. Some were dressed in black, and I saw one dressed in yellow. I assumed the colors denoted their job position.
The lab was larger than the room I'd woken up in last night. It smelled slightly metallic, and bright white lights illuminated every corner of the room. I was daunted to see Grabanimo waiting inside without about seven other aliens. All of them wore the grey outfits and many of them had little tablets clutched in their chubby fingers.
"What is this?" I asked.
"This is my research team," Keldon said. He took me by the arm and pulled me into the center of the room.
As soon as my feet touched the silver circle in the middle of the floor, two metal restraints snapped around my ankles, holding me in place.
"Hey!" I protested.
Two more restraints came down from the ceiling and seized my arms, pulling them up. The floor restraints slid sideways on an unseen conveyer belt, spreading my legs. In a matter of seconds, I was held in a starfish pose.
"Let me out of this!" I shouted.
"You will remain silent or I will restrain your mouth," Keldon told me. He turned his attention to the other aliens who were watching. "As you can see Subject 004 has moderate aggression levels. It is unclear if this is due to her detainment or natural for her. Since we know that her genetics make her a viable host for offspring, the pertinent question is whether or not this aggression will be passed down to any potential infants."
Several of the aliens began tapping on their tablets, making notes of what he'd said. I noticed he'd called me 004 which implied they'd experimented on 3 other humans before me. I wondered what had happened to them. Maybe they were still on the ship somewhere.
"Perhaps we might give her something to nullify her aggression?" one of the aliens said, staring at me like I was a zoo animal.
"A good suggestion," said Keldon. "Our studies so far have confirmed that Earthling Humans have far higher and more volatile hormones than our own species. Therefore, the medication that we use to nullify hormones in Angirans might be less effective. However, it is definitely worthy of exploration."
"I'm not a fucking lab rat," I snarled, struggling pointlessly against the restraints.
"The anatomy of the Earthling female is both similar and different to our own females." Keldon stepped over to me and with one smooth hand movement, he tore my gown off my body exposing my naked flesh to the research group.
"Noooo!" I cried, tugging at the restraints. My tits jiggled as I did so.
An interested murmur passed through the group.
"Remain still or you will be restrained further and it will be very uncomfortable," Keldon warned me.
Glaring at him, I could see in his eyes that he was not bluffing. I stopped struggling and went still, trying to ignore the gathered aliens who were staring at my naked body.
"Earthling females have breasts, however as you can see Earthling breasts are considerably larger than Angiran breasts. These Earthling breasts are 3 times larger than the largest Angiran breasts. However, there is more variety in the size of Earthling breasts whereas the Angiran breast size is relatively standardized."
Keldon place a hand under one of my breasts and pushed it up before letting it bounce down into its natural position. The aliens made little noises of excitement. "As you can see the Earthling breast is far more firm and does not droop until later on in the lifespan. Come and feel for yourselves."
"No, please," I said, begging him not to let an entire group of aliens grope me. Keldon ignored me completely and the aliens formed a line in front of me. Each of them stared at my breasts eagerly.
The first one passed Keldon his small black tablet and then placed his hand on my breast, massaging it. My face burned with shame as the alien groped me. When he was finished he took his tablet back and walked away.
The next alien stepped up to take his place. He placed both of his huge hands over my breasts, squeezing them roughly. His eyes were glued to my boobs, not even bothering to look up at me. I was little more than an animal to them.
"The Angiran female breasts produce milk from puberty to death, however, if you try to extract milk from our subject you will find yourself unable," said Keldon.
The alien who was currently groping me tried just that.
"Oww!" I yelled as he rubbed and squeezed my nipples savagely.
He ignored my protests and tried harder to force milk out of me. The alien increased his grip harder and harder until the pressure was almost unbearable and then suddenly he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked with the force of a vacuum cleaner.
"You're right," he said, drawing back and looking at my boobs like they were defective.
"I suspect Earthlings produce milk only after they have produced offspring like some of the other species we have studied," Keldon said.
Grabanimo gave me a knowing smile. I had told him that women only lactated when we had children but he hadn't passed that information on to Keldon. He must not want Keldon to know what he'd done last night. Maybe I could use that to my advantage.
The next alien was far gentler. His gropes were more of a loving caress and despite my unwilling participation, I started to enjoy his touch. I tried desperately to hide any signs that I liked his touch and thankfully, he stepped away after only a minute.
When all the aliens had finished groping me, they returned to their group formation a few feet away. Keldon continued his presentation.
"Now, onto the vagina," he said.
A table rose up from the floor and my restraints suddenly released me. Before I had a chance to act, Keldon and Grabanimo had their hands on me and dragged me toward the table. My attempts at fighting them were fruitless, they were simply too strong.
They hoisted me up onto the metal table and after spreading my arms and legs, I was restrained once more. To say it was humiliating would have been an understatement. I was lying on a table naked with my legs spread for the whole group to see my exposed vagina.
"This is what an Earthling vagina looks like." Keldon placed his hand on my pelvis just above my mound and I blushed. "This Earthling is hairless but that is because she has removed her pubic hair via the process of waxing. Why she has done this, I do not know. I suspect it is some kind of Earthling mating ritual."
The group twittered among themselves and began tapping their tablets. At any point, Keldon could have asked me to confirm his theories but he obviously saw me as so far beneath him that he couldn't trust what I said. To him asking me questions would be like me asking a dog questions.
"Unlike the Angiran vagina, the Earthling possesses more than just a simple hole. As you can see, there is far more going on."
