Freya opened her eyes. She stared at what seemed to be a ceiling for a while, listening to the sounds around her. There was a low level humming or rumbling sound, difficult to identify, but apart from that, there was nothing. No birds, no traffic, no sounds of normal human activity in England. Freya gave up trying to remember where she was and sat up to look around. The room was large and very modern, with minimal decor. In fact, there was nothing to tell her where she was. And no door. And no light switches. There was some dim lighting, but she couldn't see any lights. She sat there, trying not to panic before trying to figure out why she was in a large white box with a bed and nothing else.
She looked down at herself. She seemed to be wearing some sort of skin suit, rather like a stinger suit or an all-over rash vest. It was black, tight and a bit too revealing for Freya's comfort. Her head suddenly snapped up and she stared at the wall with her mouth open...oh god, someone had taken her out of her clothes and squeezed her into this outrageous outfit! Oh god...the aliens!
Freya whimpered as all the memories came flooding back. "You are mine." Was the last thing that the Ankhiran had said to her before she had passed out. She slumped back onto the pillows, blood rushing to her cheeks as she remembered the kind of dreams the alien and his words had prompted. Freya ran her hands over her now-sensitive breasts, pausing over her nipples, feeling them tighten and stand to attention. She groaned as her last dream coming back to her in technicolour. Closing her eyes, she ran one hand down between her legs, and started to slowly massage herself, squeezing her thighs together over her hand.
Oh god! What was she doing? She should be finding her way off this ship not giving herself gratuitous orgasms! She sat up, reluctantly removing her hands. Right, what first? Find a way out of the white box...
Twenty minutes late, Freya sat down on the bed, despairing. There didn't even seem to be any seams in the walls, let alone cracks or gaps to indicate a door. What about a bathroom? She was starting to get a bit desperate when a section of the wall slid open and the alien walked into the room.
"You're awake." He came and stood before her, towering over her. He was even more gorgeous than Freya remembered.
She quickly stood up and blurted out "I need a bathroom!" He laughed and gestured to a bare patch of wall next to the bed. Like the other door, a part of the wall seemed to slide across, allowing Freya to step through. Well, thought Freya, at least they seem to appreciate the value of a big luxurious bathroom. The shower (if indeed it was a shower) intrigued Freya; there were no nozzles or handles inside the cubicle and only one button on the outside. Oh well, can't be thinking about that right now. Freya took her time relieving herself and washing her face, using the time to coordinate her thoughts. What to do? Should she try and escape? What would the alien do to her if she got caught? Could she help the other women?
Thinking hard, Freya wandered over to the full length mirror and gasped with horror. Dear god, what were they thinking putting her into what was basically a lycra wetsuit?! She knew she was not thin any more, but she hadn't thought she could look this bad! Her once toned body was now nearly two stone overweight, but the skin tight outfit was making it look more like four!
Freya jumped away from the mirror as the door opened without warning and the alien stepped in the room. "Hey! I was still using this room!"
"You were taking too long." His eyes glimmered in the dim lighting. "There are a few things we need to get sorted out before we jump into hyperspace."
"Hyper....what? No, no, no, NOOO! This is not real!" Freya wailed.
The alien sighed. "Let me show you how real this is." He walked over to the bed and waved his hand. A part of the wall above the bed vanished to reveal a window. Freya tentatively left the bathroom and stared at the black sky, spotted with millions of stars. She had never seen a sky like it. And then she moved closer to the window and looked down. She gulped. So that was what the earth looked like from space. She could actually see the earth, all of it, complete with the moon.
Freya almost lost control at that point. She was in space! How was she going to get home now? She sat down on the bed as her legs refused to support her. Her whole body began to shake in reaction. The alien sat on the bed next to her and attempted to draw her into his arms. As if scalded she leapt of the bed and whirled around to confront the reason for her misery.
"No! No, this is all your fault! Don't touch me!" Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she tried desperately to stop her bottom lip wobbling. "I want out of here. I want to go home!"
He moved so fast that she had no time to dodge him. Before she knew it she was on her back on the bed with the alien using his body to hold her down. He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly saying "You must try to accept that it is no longer your home Freya. Your new home is with me, on Ankhira."
Freya stared up at him through tearful eyes, swallowing hard as she realised that he was lying between her legs and she could feel something hardening against her pelvis. Play along, her mind screamed at her, play along, use him and find a way to escape!
