Alien Sex Cove (Sex Slave Series #3)

Alien Sex Cove

Copyright © 2013 Emerald Ice

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Mitru

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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.

Sidney materialized back onto the gray alien’s ship and was furious with her captors. Their promises to keep her safe and well had been hollow, especially since she’d nearly died due to Rha’aznok’s toxic sperm. She wanted answers
now
. “Show yourselves!” she screamed at the circular brushed-silver walls.

She knew they were watching her
, and to prove the point to herself, she smashed her hands against the walls again and again. Not caring if she broke her bones, she hit the walls until they began to ripple, revealing hundreds of faces watching her every move.

“Cowards!
The least you can do is talk to me!” She began to sob as she realized, once again, that her life was not hers to live. The aliens controlled everything:  her nourishment, her sleep, her mental stimulation – not to mention her sexual activities – and she hated them for it.

If she would have had the chance to escape her predicament, she
’d have done so in a heartbeat. Instead, her guardians were extremely careful never to put her in a situation in which she could even communicate her desire to escape their wretched clutches.

She looked down at her body and noted
that they had not even kept the promise to keep her youthful. Her breasts were distended and full of milk, her nipples were two inches long from nursing her young, her sex was still sensitive from what she’d endured with the Sex Arena Master, but mostly, she felt used.

A voice sounded from behind her
, causing Sidney to whirl around, “What do you wish to discuss, Sidney?” The “Professor,” as Sidney had called him stood on the opposite side of the room, waiting for her to speak.

She sniffled and wiped her nose then cleared her throat before attempting to talk. “You let that bastard hurt me,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” acknowledged the alien, “that was an unfortunate miscalculation on our part.”

“Unfortunate miscalculation?” she repeated back to him angrily. “He forced himself on me
, and you let him! His semen was toxic and nearly killed me! How could y--”

The Professor held up his human-like hand, “He is dead.”

Sidney blanched in surprise before a hardened look crossed her features. “Good. It is the least he deserved.”

Assuming the
topic had been discussed in its entirety, the alien continued, “To recompense for our grievous errors, we wish to supply you with a few amenities as well as a companion.”

Putting her hands on her hips, she answered, “
I don’t want company; I want to go home.”

The room suddenly shifted as a perfect replica of her apartment appeared around her. Her kitchen, television, the old tattered couch she loved, her bed and everything else she owned surrounded her.

“No,” she shook her head, “I want to be in my
real
apartment on Earth. I do not want a look-alike.” Didn’t he understand this only made her miss home even more? No, probably not.

“That is not possible, Sidney.
” The surroundings changed once again, but only a bed, a table and chairs appeared. “Is this room satisfactory?” asked the alien.

Realizing he would never understand
her need to return to her previous life, she shook her head. “It’s fine.” She thought for a moment then asked, “What about a bathroom with a
private
toilet? And a tub, soap and towels?”

“
Of course,” he said. “Before your last contract, you asked for additional mental stimulation. We hope this suffices,” he gestured to her left as a door appeared.

For the second time that day, Sidney was shocked. Walkin
g toward her was a very tall, very handsome, well-sculpted, quite naked, extremely endowed male. The man stood over six and a half feet tall with neatly cut brunette hair, chocolate-colored eyes, full lips, and olive skin.

“This is
A.I. Model-K. It is the latest in humanoid artificial intelligence and was purchased to provide for your emotional, mental and physical needs. Is it acceptable?”

Sidney’s shoulders slumped as she realized the being in front of her was not human. With a dismissive wave, she turned away from it and sat on the bed, “
Yes.” She wondered how in the world a race as intelligent as the gray aliens could possibly be so stupid when it came to the needs of humans.

How could they not understand the need humans had for other living, breathing,
real,
humans? A mono-tone robot, no matter how attractive he was to her was just not going to suffice.

People
– women, in particular – wanted to be touched, held, to feel secure and safe, but most of all to love and to be loved. It didn’t matter whether the love was one of friendship or something more; it was an irreplaceable social and emotional necessity.

“I am glad it is satisfactory. It learns w
ith each interaction and will eventually anticipate your needs. It will be an excellent companion for you, Sidney.”

Staring up at the silent humanoid, she realized a small part of her was relieved she would no longer be alone. “Does it talk?” she asked snidely, curious as to why it hadn’t spoken to her yet.

“Yes, Sidney.”  She jumped at it suddenly addressing her. He continued, “I know Earth history and am adept in billions of conversational topics.” It cocked its head to the side and stared off into the distance as though calculating or processing information. “I am also programmed to perform sexually, though it has not been tested. I am a prototype.”

She shifted uncomfortably,
“What is its name?” she asked the Professor, who was watching their interaction.

“We thought you would prefer to name him, since he is your companion,” answered the gray.

A sinister thought crossed Sidney’s mind, and she tried to chase it out before the grays caught wind of her idea. Unfortunately, due to her implant, her captors were able to read her emotions as well as her thoughts with ease.

“The A
.I. will obey you, but it cannot harm us. Your idea of involving it in an attack or sabotage will be unsuccessful due to its programming, Sidney.” A door appeared behind the professor, and he left, leaving the A.I. and Sidney alone.

Sidney had no idea what to do with
the A.I. She had very few needs since the grays provided her housing – also known as her prison cell – and food. The only thing she wanted from the grays was to be released so she could leave this place and never return.

The
A.I. stared straight ahead as it waited for her commands. It could have passed for a human with one huge exception – it simply lacked the natural movements and nuances all humans possessed. The A.I. didn’t blink or scratch its head or stretch its muscles, it just looked straight ahead. The lack of blinking bothered her most; it kind of creeped her out.

“Do you have to
stare at me?” she asked rhetorically.

“No, Sidney, I do not. To where would you prefer I look?” it asked.

Exasperated, she threw her arms outward and said, “I don’t care, just not at me all the time.”

“As you wish, Sidney,
” it stated as it turned to focus on the couch.

Food appeared on the table behind her, but the amount was much more than she was usually given. “Are you able to eat?” she asked.

“I am capable of consuming nutrients to fuel this model,” the A.I. replied.

“Can’t give a simple answer, can you?” she mumbled under her breath as s
he sat down in front of the food. In a way, it was nice to be able to share a meal with someone, or something, that didn’t want to use her for sex or breeding. She decided she might as well make the best of the situation and gestured for the A.I. to sit across from her. “Please sit down.”

“Thank you, Sidney,” it replied.

The A.I. walked fluidly to a chair, pulled it out and sat down gracefully. She watched as he took small portions of each item then waited for her before he began to eat. “Have you decided on a name?” he asked between bites.

She supposed she couldn’t just refer to it as “it” or “hey, you,” so she thought of an appropriate name. “Well, you’re a
Model-K Artificial Intelligence, so, how about Kai?”

“If it pleases you, Sidney, I will be named Kai,” he stated.

For the first time in a very long time, Sidney smiled. “I like Kai.”

The
A.I. mimicked her facial expressions and followed her lead, smiling as they ate. Not long after they completed their meal, Sidney found her body tiring, which wasn’t terribly surprising considering her emotional and physical exhaustion.

She had experienced a horrible ordeal with the Sex Arena Master and had only been
recently well enough to be returned to the grays. Her body was still recovering, and her breasts ached from the pressure of unreleased milk. Rubbing her hands across her nipples, she made the softest sound of discomfort.

S
he was looking forward to sleeping in the bed the grays had provided for her, not having slept on an actual mattress in a very long time. She pulled back the sheets, climbed into bed, and found her eyes instantly heavy.

It wasn’t until several hours later that she realized she was not alone in the bed. Kai had molded his
large body against her back and cradled her as she slept. It had been so long since she felt the gentle touch of another being – even if he wasn’t human, the contact was comforting.

She was surprised to find his skin a little warmer than her own and he really did feel nice as he snuggled against her back.
Deciding she didn’t mind the company, she fell back into a dreamless sleep.

Sidney
awoke to the strangest sensation of something tugging on her breast. When she opened her eyes, a mixture of emotions ran through her: she was appalled, angry…and, to her surprise, physically relieved.

Kneeling
on the floor next to the bed was Kai, cradling her breast gently in his warm hands. His mouth covered her nipple as he sucked, drawing the liquid from her breast. His eyes rolled up to look at her, but his demeanor wasn’t sexual; it was as though he was performing a duty and was checking to see if she objected.

After draining her breast with a slurp and a final lick, he removed his mouth. “Are you feeling discomfort?”