Alien Love Slave (Sex Slave Series #1)

Alien Love Slave

Copyright © 2012 Emerald Ice

All Rights Reserved

Edited by
Lisa at Editor’s Cove:
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and any situations are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this book are 18 years of age or older.

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WARNING: Contains graphic and explicit sexual content and situations. This book is not intended, and should not be viewed by anyone below the age of 18.

To:  S.W. who is my good friend
,
constant cheerleader
& partner in crime
; to the wonderfully supportive R.E; & to my
b
eloved husband who makes me feel truly loved and happy.

Thank you to my supporters and fans on
Goodreads
! You are so appreciated!

Many, many thanks to my editor, Lisa.
Thank you for your professionalism, attention to detail and all of your hard work!

Table of Contents

Phase 1
: Abduction & Examination

Phase 2
: Contract Explained

Phase 3: Loaned to Breed

Phase 4
: Procreation

Phase 5
:
Rinse & Repeat

Author’s Note & Other Wor
ks

I’d had such a shitty day, I just wanted to go to bed and forget about it. My boyfriend of five years and I had broken up; more accurately, I caught him in my apartment with his
pric
k in the neighbor’s pussy and kicked his ass out. This was at lunchtime, by the way, when I decided to surprise him with a “special” kind of lunch
, unaware he had already
“
eaten.
”

After this little escapade, I went back to work only to have the slimy creep I’d been avoiding for weeks decide today was the day he would make his move
on me
. He smacked my ass
,
and I punched his face. Of course, my supervisor only saw
my
retaliation
,
and I
was
suspended from work for clocking a co-worker.

On the way home, I splurged on fast food
and ice cream, which I
quickly
felt
horribly guilty for doing, so I
then
decided
to eat the rest of the chocolate cake
in the container
on my kitchen counter when I
got
home.

It
was
dark when I arrive
d
home
,
and the streetlight
flickered
as I park
ed
my little
yellow Chevette on the street. The keys to my apartment
were
buried in my purse, so I
dug
around for them by the stro
bing light. Finally, I
found
the damn things
,
got
out of the car
,
and slam
med
the door.

About ten feet up the sidewalk, the streetlight
made
a loud crackling noise and
sent
up a spray of sparks
,
which made
me jump a
nd
drop
my keys. There
was
a flash and a loud pop as the streetlamp
breathed
its last breath of light
, and
then everything
went
dark.

I
bent
over, fumbling around for my lost keys
on the ground
when a beam of bright, bluish light
illuminated
the sidewalk. Thinking someone
was
behind me, I turn
ed
around to thank them for shining their flashlight so I
could
find my keys
,
only to discover that the light
was
not behind me but above me.

Confused, I look
ed
up
–
which is not a smart thing to do – stare
d
directly into
the
light
,
and put my hand in front of my face to attempt to see from where the light
was
coming. One minut
e, I’m standing on the sidewalk
;
the next, I’m in a
round
room with brushed steel walls
and a low ceiling
. Oh, and I’m naked.

I scramble
d
to cover my nakedness with my hands, but you know how well that works; you can only cover so much.
“H
ey, let me out of here!” I yell
ed
, but
no one
answered
.
It
echoed
for a minute then
died
down. “Where am I?” I ask
ed
. “What do you want?”

A hissing noise
sounded
in the small circul
ar chamber followed by
billowing white smoke
that
reminded
me of the dry ice
/warm water combination
people use on Halloween to create
that
creepy
fog
that rolls
through their fake
graveyard
.

My head
started
to hurt
,
and I
got
dizzy.
Ah-ha!
I
thought
to myself as I realize
d
the “smoke” was some kind of sleeping gas
.
  I
felt
triumphantly smart for a second; then I realize
d
I must not be too brilliant since I
was
naked and lyi
ng on the floor
God-knows-
where.

I
start
ed
to
feel numb, my limbs
felt
heavy
,
and I wonder
ed
if I
was
having a nightmare since my
mind
was
so hazy
.
I need
ed
to sit dow
n
,
and
then I remember
ed
I
was
already
sitting
on
the floor.
Didn’t I just think that a second ago?

M
y long blonde
hair
that
reached
down to my waist
was
a mess
.
A
huge mass of it
cover
ed
my eyes
,
and I
couldn’t
quite see what
was
happening
as I
lay
down on the floor
. I
tried
to raise my hand to brush
the hair
off my face, but my arm
was
simply too heavy.
I
blew
a breath from my mouth toward my eyes, but it only
came
out as a
weak “pu
-wu
h”.

The
fog
receded
from in front of my face
,
and suddenly, I
was
being lifted. My muscles
were
so weak, my head
rolled
forward as I
was
dragged from one room to another.
Peripherally,
I
could
see g
r
a
y feet on either side of me
,
and
I
wondered
if these
were
the
grays people refer to when they talk about aliens.

The feet stop
ped
moving
,
and I
was
placed on my back on the floor. I
started
to get a little feeling back in my limbs
,
and that tingly, my-foot-fell-asleep sensation
coursed
through my entire body.
It
didn’t
hurt, but it
didn’t
feel so great either.

Bright light
was
shined into my eyes again, so I
couldn’t
see the beings touching me
, and I only
saw
shapes. There were only two beings
moments
ago, but it
seemed
like there
were
more now.
I
had
no idea where they came from since there wasn’t even a door in the room a second ago.

They
spoke
in some weird language that
reminded
me of the way Charlie Brown’s parents sounded on television: “Wa-waa
,
wa-waaa” with a
n occasional pop and click
noise in between. It
was
the strangest form of speech
I’d
ever heard.

Suddenly, the beings
were
getting shorter
;
then I realize
d
that
they
weren’t
shrinking
but
that
the ground
was
rising
–
and
me
along with it. What I thought was
that
the ground
was
actually some kind of platform
or table
,
and I
was
being lifted slowly.