So it's been three and a half years since chapter one... I'm the actual worst. I'll try to get chapter 3 done before 2018:)
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I was having the most amazing dream. I felt so comfortable I could have been sleeping in a cloud. It made it all the more shocking to be awakened by that horrible, familiar whir of the hover ships. My eyes snapped open instantly but I felt like I was paralyzed. I lay on the bed, heart pounding, frozen with terror. There was only one reason hover ships would be out here in the middle of nowhere. They had come for us.
Eric snapped me out of my shock by pulling me off the bed by my arm. We grabbed our clothes in our arms and ran into the front room of the cabin, naked in the blue-grey light of early morning. We made for the back door, where we'd come in, but lights flashed up against the glass and we scrambled back into the shadows.
Eric grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the front door. As he turned the knob the door burst open, banging off the wall. The lights from the hover ships were so bright that I couldn't even see what grabbed me. I screamed when Eric's hand was pulled from mine. He said something to me but I couldn't understand in the noise from the hover ships.
I felt the cool night air on my naked skin; I'd dropped my armful of clothes. Something was holding my arms behind me. I was forced through the blinding light and into a small dark space. A door closed and I was alone in darkness. I felt around with my hands and realized the space was a solid box, just large enough for me to crouch in.
I bit down on the panic that threatened to engulf me. I breathed steadily, in through my nose, out through my mouth, just like I did when I was running. I was still alive. And as far as I knew, Eric was too. I hope that whatever he had shouted to me were not his last words. There was a rumble and I felt the hover ship lift and move with me inside it.
I spent a long time in that dark box. My legs cramped and I tried to stretch one part of my body at a time. I'd always been a big planner. I liked to plan out every detail in advance and have a backup plan for each likely divergence. In this situation I had no idea where I was going or what was about to happen. I would make a plan when I got out of here and saw what I was dealing with.
After what felt like hours the hover ship landed with a thump. A few minutes later I heard a hiss and click and the door to my dark little cell opened into brightness. I was dragged out by one of the alien's flexible plastic claw hands and it led me along a hallway. The hall was featureless and a bright, clean white. There were panels in the walls that might have been doors but I didn't see Eric or anyone else. The creature lumbered ahead of me, it's huge, metal legs surprisingly light footed and quiet on the clean plastic floor. Its claw hand held my upper arm in a bruising grip, its arm twisted around to the back of its huge metal body to drag me behind.
The monster stopped abruptly and a door beside us slid up into the ceiling. My captor swiveled its mechanical arm around and thrust me into a featureless white room. The door slid closed behind me.
I stood in my new space and looked around. There was a bed in the middle of the room, narrow and raised high like a surgeon's table. That thought made me shiver even though the room was exactly the perfect temperature. In one corner there was a white plastic toilet. A cell, then.
As a walked around I saw that there were recesses in the walls that looked like they might have been doors and cupboards. I ran my hands over the smooth, warm plastic. I pushed and pressed but I couldn't make anything open. I circled the room over and over like a caged animal.
I wondered where Eric was. I had to hope he was in a cell like this one. The alternative was dead on the floor of the cabin. Though depending how this turned out that might turn out to be the preferable option.
Time passed. I felt like it wouldn't take long to go crazy in this place. I had nothing to do, nothing to look at, no way of telling time. I paced and lay on the bed and got up again and paced. I inspected my own body in the bright, clean light. I picked at my dirty fingernails and braided my hair.
I started singing songs to myself and wondered if there were aliens in a room somewhere watching me on monitors and taking notes. I had no doubt that the room was under surveillance. When the door slid open I was almost more excited than scared. An alien came in. Was it the same one? They all looked the same to me. This one had blue trim on its casing. I tried to remember that.
I backed up against the wall as it advanced into the room. It's giant metal legs pistoned and hissed, propelling it across the floor. It grabbed my arm again and led me over to a different recess in the wall which slid up to reveal what looked like a shower stall.
It pushed me inside and the door closed. Warm water seamed to spray from every side, the pressure pulsing against my skin. The jets moved and swished. It was like sensory overload after my hours alone in the white room.
Completely without my permission a jet between my legs was arousing me, pulsing back and forth over my clit. I let out a small sound but before I could explore the sensation the water shut off. Air hit me next, gently buffeting me from all side and quickly drying my skin and hair.
The air stopped and the door slid up. I emerged clearer that I had been in a long time. Possibly cleaner than I had ever been. The alien was waiting. In its claw was a pouch which it expended towards me. I didn't want to take it but it grabbed my arm with its other claw and put the pouch in my hand.
I looked at it. The clear plastic pouch held a thick, cloudy liquid. There was a nozzle in one corner. I squished the substance in my hand, looking down at it distastefully. The alien grabbed my hand and pushed it and the pouch towards my mouth, saying something in their clicking language. It meant for me to eat the whitish liquid.
My face twisted in disgust. The alien gripped the back of my head with its other claw hand and prepared to force feed me. "OK, OK!" I yelled, hoping it would understand. I wriggled free and twisted the cap off the mystery bag. I raised it to my lips and squeezed some into my mouth. I swallowed. It wasn't actually that bad. Sort of like watery porridge. The alien advanced on me and I took another swig.
When I was finished it took the empty pouch and left me alone. I almost wished it would stay. I paced and sang and worried about what might be coming next. If they were feeding me that must mean they didn't plan to kill me yet. That was good. Or maybe bad. Lab animals came to mind. Experiments.
I used the toilet and was looking around for paper when a jet of clean water shot up out of the bowl making me shriek, followed by a jet of air, drying me. I went and lay down on the bed. I was simultaneously exhausted and wired. I'd had a long hard day but I didn't want to let my guard down in this unfamiliar place.
My body was coiled so tight with worry that I couldn't relax. I wondered if they would dim the lights at night. Lying on the bed I fluffed my clean hair out with my fingers. It felt nice. I trailed my fingers over my face and down my neck. Squeezed my breasts, squishing them together and rubbing my nipples.
Maybe they were watching but I didn't care. I was like an animal to them anyway. I ran my fingers down over my bony ribs and my protruding hip bones, feeling the taught valley between them. I'd gotten so skinny since the invasion. I trailed my fingers through the tuft of dark hair above my slit. I used to shave it, back in the world, but I couldn't for the life of me remember why I'd taken the trouble.
I slid a finger up through my folds, feeling the slick moisture already gathered there. As I rubbed myself I thought about Eric. I remembered one night, camping in the woods. It had been a good place and I remember feeling safe. We'd caught some fish and took a swim after we ate them. I remembered lying naked on our blanket. Looking up at the stars through the lacy leaves while Eric went down on me. He'd always been really good at it.
