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  CAPTIVE

  Tessa

  Tijar & Jeroc

  Rena Marks

  Captive

  Rena Marks

  Book 4 in the Blue Barbarian series.

  A Drurian spacecraft specialized in kidnapping females snuck into Earth’s atmosphere. Their mission? To sell a dozen abducted females to other galaxies.

  During that time, I was implanted with the knowledge of how to be a sex slave. My sexual drive was increased and techniques were taught to me on how to please countless other species.

  It was a horrifying secret I didn’t want anyone to know…until we crash-land on Blaedonia, and I meet Jeroc and Tijar.

  When you’re taken captive and left on another planet, who says you have to choose?

  * Publisher’s Note: While each Blue Barbarian Series book is a standalone, the greatest enjoyment will come from reading them in series order.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Abducted

  Stranded

  Taken

  Stargazer Series

  The Hunter

  Kiss Me Before I Die

  Shared By Wolves

  About the Author

  Also by Rena Marks

  Chapter One

  I wasn’t one of those lucky ones who slept through her abduction. No, I was fully aware of mine.

  I was taken during a bible retreat along with another girl. I didn’t even know her name. I found out later she was the first one who had been woken by the aliens and experimented on. Her brain had fried from the language implantation.

  Me, I was never put under and frozen in stasis, like the other humans. Instead I was taken to a room and held captive there. The suite is decorated…like an alien boudoir. The room is dark and heavy, with velveteen fabric covering the walls. Musky smells emanate from panels. The bed is huge, large enough for a family of six to sleep without touching each other.

  There’s a dressing table and a walk-in closet, along with a large bathroom. The whirlpool tub, however, bubbles in the bedroom. Odd.

  And I have no earthly idea what it is I’m supposed to do.

  I’m left alone for hours, and so I curl up on the bed and sleep. But eventually one of the gray alien abductors returns and pokes me awake with his weird, lobster hands. I squirm, trying to get away. I don’t like to be touched by him. His skin feels colder than mine and always clammy. He’s got two fingers, and he’s short, but incredibly strong and incredibly cruel. His head is large, and the back of it is covered with exposed brain that oozes and looks half-rotted. He’s got black bug-eyes and a tiny slit for a mouth.

  He motions to the dressing table and makes me sit. He slathers gunk on my face, and I have to endure his touch. I look like a clown when I’m done but he steps back, surveys his product, and then goes outside to get me a tray of food. He leaves it on the table.

  There’s not much there, just a few bites. Is this all they eat? They are slender, and much smaller than humans. But still strong as hell.

  After I eat the bland-tasting food, I go into the small bathroom and wash the paint off my face. Again, I’m left alone.

  Eventually the same guy returns. This time he points to the dressing table again. I sit and he points to the jars of makeup. He wants me to do it? Awesome, I don’t have to fight cringing at his touch. I put some on and he turns me to face him, blabbers something in his language that doesn’t sound pleasant, and gestures to the jars again. Am I forgetting something? I peer in the mirror. There’s jars of glitter and jewels, but seriously? He spins me around and dips his fat finger in a small jar, then smears it across my cheek.

  I get it. He wants me to look like a clown. The way he had applied it earlier. I use a heavy hand this time, and while he still doesn’t look pleased, he grunts and brings me a few more bites of food. I’m beginning to wonder if this is bribery, like a child. Do a good job, get food.

  This time when he leaves, I eat all the bites and decide I’m not going to be hungry. I can clown-up. No problem. Then I wash off all the garish glitter and paint.

  The few bites of mushy baby food don’t do much to tide me over, though. Maybe the next time he comes, I can hurry the process if I just apply my own makeup and wait for him. I sit myself at the dressing table, and hurriedly smear some crap on. Then, being a girl gets the better of me and I apply it a bit prettier. I open the drawers of the vanity, and lo and behold, there’s a book on makeup techniques. It’s kind of funny, though. None of the women in the book are human. The only way I can tell they’re female is by the exaggerated lips and that some have boobs.

  Eek. One species has three boobs.

  As soon as I close the book, the door opens and I jump. This time, the gray creature nods approvingly, points at the book and waits, holding the food.

  Dammit.

  I open to a picture and paint a swirl on my cheek and swish some garish glitter in. He nods and then points to the closet.

  Oh, Lord, lesson number two. Now I have to dress. I pick something that looks like a dress, though it has see-through mesh panels. Before he can object, I take it to the restroom and quickly strip.

  He’s still standing there when I return, and now he gives me the food. Then, without a word, he leaves.

  As I scarf the dinner, I’m surprised it’s more of a full-sized meal this time. Then it dawns on me. How did he know to arrive just as I had completed my makeup? He entered with the food.

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

  I try not to make it obvious as I look around the room. Right there, above the mirror of the vanity, is a small camera. They’re watching. An ugly sensation fills my stomach, and I feel like prey. It’s a familiar feeling.

  Then the lights automatically dim. The spaceship is regulated for night-time. I sigh, then get up and move to the bathroom. There, in the dark, I try to wash off my face. I put on my old clothes and crawl into the large bed. I huddle in the middle in a fetal position.

  * * * * *

  The lights wake me. Yawning, I head into the shower and put on the same skanky dress from last night.

  If I want breakfast, I know what to do about it. So I sit at the vanity and start applying. I take my time this time, pulling out the book and using the designs and colors the others wear. I have no idea why they’re having me do this. But maybe the mimicking of the book will get me better food.

  The alien comes in as soon as I’m done, which verifies that they do indeed watch. He hands it to me and leaves. This time there are just a few bites of food again. Oh, goody, that means there’s another lesson somewhere.

  After I’m done, the door opens and he returns, gesturing for me to follow him. He doesn’t seem concerned that I walk behind him and I’m actually taller. I study the rest of him. His arms are abnormally long, reaching down to his knees. For a moment I consider whacking his great big naked brain, but then I think it might be better to wait and see how many others there are. Just then the swirls of oozing flesh part and I see a great big eyeball stare at me. It makes me gag.

  We walk down a long hallway, and it’s kind of incongruous that I’m dressed like a tart, but barefoot in my skinny, mermaid dress.

  Maybe they thought giving me high heels would just accentuate their shortness. I almost laugh--not because it’s funny, but because I think I’m going a little bit crazy from not having another person to talk to.<
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  We get to another room, and this time there are two aliens inside. Lined up along the walls are clear pods containing the rest of the human girls that have been abducted.

  I try hard not to look at their frozen faces as one of the aliens pushes me into a chair. My wrists are strapped down, and I automatically try to pull away, but it’s useless. They don’t seem to get mad that I test the restraints though, and one goes off to get something. It looks like a giant, black visor of some kind.

  Another alien comes at me and inserts a needle into my vein. The pinch is strong, like he’s using a large needle. Intravenous nutrition? Obviously I’m not going to physically eat.

  The first one slips the visor contraption over my eyes.

  Immediately a movie begins to play, but I’m not really watching it. Instead, it’s somehow inside my head. It’s some type of virtual reality device.

  And it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.

  Writhing, naked limbs, moaning and shuddering. Giant alien penises of every shape and color are being plundered into various body parts—and I’ve never even seen a human penis. I shake my head, trying to remove the device, but it goes nowhere. It’s porn. Horrid, shameful, sinful porn.

  I sit and watch the movies for hours, until it’s too much to take.

  * * * * *

  I wake up in my room, on the bed. I don’t know how much time has passed. I head to the shower, and this time—in the mirror—I notice I look different. My lips are plumper. My nipples are erect. Hell, even my areolas are more pronounced. I turn from the image, uncomfortable with staring at my own naked body. I adjust the shower spray to cold, and scrub myself clean.

  Each day passes similar to the one before, and I don’t know what the hell these strange creatures are doing to me. My body grows thinner, because I’m not eating much. Strangely though, my boobs grow fuller. It’s almost like I’m turning into a sex object. But I refuse to have sex with anyone. Hell, I’m a virgin after all. Or is that what they want? Are they trafficking virgins to sell?

  I have no idea. But each day the erotic movies get naughtier, and I’m introduced to kinky sex with various beings. I have no idea how much of it is possible, but after a while, I begin to have feelings along with the movies, like somehow I’m immersed in them. I grow to hate the sessions. My only saving grace is no one knows. Perhaps I’ll get free somehow, and take this sinful secret to the grave. I almost hope I don’t return to Earth, where I’ll have to attend church to confess to the horror.

  The days grow more confusing, and at first I’m aware that whatever they tap into my vein seems to drug me. After a while, I lose focus and it is what it is. But one day, I wake up on my bed to find another human. A male.

  “Who are you?” I ask, and even to me my voice sounds slurred.

  “Bruno. I’m from Earth. Are…you?”

  He can’t tell, not with all the crap glittering on my face, and the weird clothes that fit like skin. So I nod. “How did you get here?”

  “I broke out of one of the test tubes. I saw the alien bring you in here and I followed. I’ve been hiding under the bed.” His face looks worried and it’s rather sweet. He’s handsome, with short brown hair and brown eyes that crinkle at the corners. He has a dimple in his cheek, and whew, am I ever aware of the muscles. His biceps bulge, and he’s dressed in a white undershirt that shows off his tanned, bulky arms. He’s probably a weightlifter.

  “There’s nowhere to go,” I murmur, and my voice sounds broken.

  “There’s always hope,” he says, grim determination in his eyes. “I’ll take care of you, Tessa.”

  I don’t remember telling him my name, but then I’m so sleepy I close my eyes. The next morning I wake, and I’m still sluggish. There’s no Bruno in sight. It was a nice, drug-induced dream, I guess. Eventually, I’m led away by a gray alien.

  But when I return, Bruno’s there again.

  “You’re real?” I ask.

  “Of course, I’m real. I told you I’d take care of you.”

  “They have to be searching for you.”

  “Nah. They’ve given up.”

  The aliens don’t come for me that day. Finally I’ve been given a break from my lessons, and I get to spend more time in my room. It doesn’t make sense, but I’ll enjoy whatever crumbs they toss.

  “They’re probably looking for me. See? It’s a good thing I escaped. It gives you a reprieve,” Bruno says.

  Huh? Didn’t he just say they’d given up? I’m confused, but I don’t know which part is in my drugged thoughts.

  “Sleep, beautiful,” Bruno says, pulling me close. I feel so safe and warm, and it’s been forever since I’ve had human contact. For the first time since my abduction, I do relax. A little part of me may even love Bruno, the only person I’ve seen in weeks. Maybe even months. Who can keep track of time?

  After a while, something feels so good. My brain struggles to come to grips with my body. I’d fallen asleep in Bruno’s arms. But now I’m warm and…turned on.

  Bruno’s head is between my legs, licking and spreading warmth and joy. I moan loudly. I should stop him, I’m a virgin. Then I think, why? Why save the virginity for some alien to enjoy? Hell, this is so pleasurable. More than that.

  “I can’t hold back, this first time,” he says, looking up the line of my body with his warm brown eyes. His chin is shiny with my fluids. “I want you too bad, Contessa.”

  I’m soaked, and my pussy is tingling with pleasure. It’s just been licked to completion.

  “Yes,” I mutter. “I want you, too.”

  He rises and he’s completely naked. More beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen. His very-human dick is long and pink, with the head a darker color than the shaft. Large thick veins twist up the shaft, and his balls hang heavy and full. He covers me with his gorgeous body, and for a moment I wonder how he can still be so tan. There’s no sun on the spaceship.

  Then his wonderful, thick erection presses against the wet seam of my pussy and cuts through my slippery, swollen folds. It’s ecstasy, and I crave the feeling of being filled. He sinks in and I’m so ready for him. I begin to buck my hips.

  I always thought there would be pain the first time. Maybe when you’re this horny, you can’t feel pain. Big plus for me.

  He begins to move and I feel a spiral start deep in my body. It pulls tautly and I’m gasping. Then his marvelous mouth bends down to capture my nipple. He sucks deeply on it, and the orgasm breaks like a dam that’s burst. I’m vocal as my limbs shudder through it. I had no idea how my first orgasm would feel, but good Lord, I no longer mind being a tramp. This isn’t such a bad life after all.

  Then Bruno shouts, and thrusts hard. I caress his bunched up shoulder muscles and wonder if his orgasm feels as good as mine. Warm liquid splashes through me, and strangely enough, it’s cold. He lifts his head to grin.

  I scream and scream. Bruno’s no longer human.

  He’s one of the gray aliens. It wasn’t his bunched up shoulders I’d been caressing. It was the back of his bulging brain.

  Chapter Two

  I had a heart attack—that day I had sex with an alien. I was barely aware of the door being thrown open, and paddles being applied to my naked chest. Fire burned through me, until my last thought when blackness hit. I wondered if I died.

  I didn’t. Instead I’m awakened by the other human abductees who’d managed to escape their pods when the ship crashed. Apparently I’d been moved to a pod also, and carried into a revival room by a big blue alien named Drakar. He’s one of the good guys, and the only abductee who isn’t human. He’s got a thing for a girl named Niki, and it’s plain to see the feeling is mutual.

  I wonder if I’d been in the pod the entire time, and the whole sex-thing had been a dream. Dear Lord in heaven, I hope so. But I hold my tongue while I get to know the other girls, waiting to hear if any of the others had wild, pod-induced dreams.

  It’s not my lucky day. No one seems to be aware of anything except for being abducted
. The second one to rise, Lucie, is strangely quiet, like me. Niki had been awake and experimented on, and turns out she was bred with Drakar. She seems to like it. I wonder if she was put on the same drugs as me, with the strange visor. She doesn’t say anything though, and neither do I. Because if she didn’t go through it, I don’t want to be the only one singled out as a sexual freak.

  Perhaps the whole thing was a figment of my imagination. I wish for a moment of privacy, so I can stick my finger up my vagina and see if I’m still a virgin. But hell, I’m not quite sure what a virgin—or a non-virgin—is gonna feel like anyway.

  But after a few hours it’s apparent that I’m not the old me I had been on Earth. No, my boobs are definitely bigger underneath the ugly alien hospital gowns we wear, and I’m eyeing Drakar’s exposed washboard abs appreciatively.

  Definitely something has changed.

  Then Drakar tells us we’ve crashed on his planet, Blaedonia. He brings a dozen or so men aboard, and they’re all in the same state of undress as him. They look like barbaric Native Americans…in blue. They’re giant, like seven feet tall. And sexy.

  I can only take so much.

  There’s one that stands out from the rest. His face paint is beautifully intricate, and he wears a loose man-bun. His eyes are so blue they almost glow. They’re outlined by a black, shiny strip of paint and just seem to pop as he stares at me.

  Then, man-bun turns to his friend and says something, and my nasty attention is diverted to the friend. My naughty sheath immediately swells. He’s sexy, too—tanned to a deep, dusky blue, with hard muscles all shiny with sweat…damn, I can feel my body liquefying. This one’s hair is loose and it swings down his back in a glossy black curtain. Down, girl, I remind myself. I avert my eyes, and try not to focus on anyone else. Because hell, apparently I have no boundaries.

  The human girls slowly make our way off the ship, and my new libido is going crazy from all these half-naked warriors. It doesn’t matter that they’re blue. It doesn’t matter that they look dangerous and savage with the war paint that covers their faces, or the spears and swords attached to their backs. All that matters is that they’re huge, naked, and muscular--and staring at human females with open interest. And the knowledge that Niki is fucking one of the barbarians proves obviously the anatomy is compatible.