ALIEN SEDUCTION

Ever wondered what really happens in strange cosmic places? Seductive fantasies don’t always take place on Earth anymore.

Hellion, Mae Powers

Tyrant Tyrah Tyranus wants to dominate the known galaxy. Agents from H.A.R.E.M. must thwart her diabolical plans. Hellion intends to kill the bitch.

Tigre Moon, Jenna Leigh

Tael searched for years to find his true love to set him free of the blood curse of the Tigre Moon.  Is Neri the one? 

He Comes in Peace, Megan Hussey

Preparing for an intergalactic mission, Muriel yearns for the solitude of space; her handsome alien copilot has other, more exciting ideas to occupy her with.

EXCERPTS

HAREM, Episode One:
Code Name Hellion

By
Mae Powers

Chapter One

(Planetoid Alpha-12, Nearly six years earlier)

Someone—something—wanted to destroy her.

A tingling apprehension numbed her mind. She opened her weary eyes to the gloominess of a thin space between two concrete buildings. Her gaze alighted on a square of light coming from one of the structures. The eerie flickering from it beckoned her downtrodden soul. A light she felt she’d just escaped from.

Escape. The word echoed in her weary mind. Awareness crept into her consciousness. Then a grim foreboding told her exactly what she needed to do. Get away—as quickly as possible.

Though a stressful, weighty throbbing drove all ease from her brain, an instinctive urge compelled her to flee. A needle-sharp twinge of pain shot through her arm as she raised a hand toward her head. Gently she touched her forehead. Caked blood made sickening designs on her skin, some still slithering slowly down the left side of her face.

Her hand dropped to her right side. She felt a rip in the clothing at her waistline. There too, blood hardened. Some one or something had definitely tried to kill her. No doubt, they would try again and again until she was permanently dead. No other tangible thought stayed long enough in her fragile memory.

Laboriously, she turned her head, glancing first one way then the other. In one direction, there was total darkness, the other…the dreaded light. That way meant only certain death—definitely a trouble she didn’t need right now. She wondered if ever before she had wanted to find a safe haven within the gloomy darkness that usually foretold of menacing things to come, but never safety.

Hoisting herself up from the rough ground, she half fell against a small structure behind her. She stayed there for a moment, struggling to gather herself for an effort. She had to get away. Again, she touched her waist, this time as if in recollection of something. Rubbing just below her mid-section wound, was a belt, which had once held something. Weapons. She realized she no longer had any. Man-made ones that is.

Painfully she balled a fist and released it quickly. Though some other ebbing memory flashed images of her defending herself against several blurry attackers, she knew she was in no shape to assert herself now. She could barely stand or support her weight. Still, the pain and need to escape drove her on.

She scrunched her eyes, trying to focus in the darkness. That way, and only that way, was her sole hope. Alarms would probably go off soon. They, someone, had waited for a reason. If only she could remember.

Wavering in intoxicating pain, she stared irrationally to the left and right. The pathways around the two large buildings were empty. With dire urgings and little strength, she started towards the beckoning darkness. She had no idea where she was going, only that she needed to leave this place. Beyond the two larger structures were smaller buildings, but she went in the wake away from the edifices. Buildings soon became sparse. Then she felt the ground beneath her feet soften. Grass, tall grass, sloping downwards slithered around her feet and ankles like snakes waiting to strike. Just for a brief second, she stopped, gathered her breath and dared to look over her shoulder. No one was in pursuit, and for whatever reason they weren’t chasing her, or the alarms hadn’t gone off, she was thankful.

She trotted on, her reasoning deadening with the thrashing pain she endured with each miserable step. Jumbled thoughts raced through her mind. A fight with another woman. Soldiers of war even. A large room where people were being beaten, like her. Then blankness and the images stopped.

Suddenly her foot hit against something hard. Before she could balance herself, her body flailed helplessly forward. She slid and twisted downward, within a mudslide. The darkness enveloped her like a deeply dug grave.

With a shocking, torturous thud, she finally hit the bottom of the muddy chasm she’d been thrust into. Tiny motes of light dazed her eyes and thunderous waves of agony kept her immobile on her back. She fought to breath, and even that felt like horrendous punches being dealt her.

Then she heard them. Threatening voices looming way above her. She sucked in her swollen bottom lip and forced her breathing to slow. Every bone in her body could be broken and she may be paralyzed for all she knew, but she couldn’t let them find her. The heavy voices drifted downward, but her sore ears still picked up phrases of what they said.

“…she couldn’t have gotten far. That’s if she’s still alive. We scoped the trail of blood with our infrared detectors from the place where she escaped to this spot. Nothing but that small trickle. We’re lucky to have picked that up. If she staggered out here in the Pits this late at night, there sure isn’t anything left of her.”

“She’s a tough jez, Murb. Even General Kronuss mentioned he’d never known a female to take such a beating and still manage to escape.”

“He’s still not going to like it that we couldn’t find her. Nor is that new bitch of his. Maybe we best tell them she’s dead. I’m not stepping further into this murky soil, Perd.”

“There’s no way I am either. I don’t see how she could have survived a fall down into them bottomless bogs. She’s definitely dead…”

Then their voices faded away, and she was left feeling as if she were going to do just that – die. Her irregular breathing resounded in the black emptiness around her. And for long, torturous minutes, she lay there listening to her breaths echo the pain her whole being felt.

Once she was sure her enemies would not return, she dared to breathe outwards more heavily. Though an excruciating effort, she turned her head to one side to see if she could determine her surroundings. Her tired eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, she soon realized she lay at the bottom of a cavernous pit.

Above her, where a shorter wall of the cave met the roof, she could barely make out the darker hole she had fallen through. Her eyes then focused on the rest of the cavernous ceiling. Sharp, faintly luminous stalactites loomed above her, with several lethal projectiles pointed right down at her. An earthquake or perhaps any ground shaking movement could easily loosen one, she thought. She then wondered what morbid thoughts made her think that. She shivered and the shots of pain she derived from her own body quaking gave her the necessary momentum she needed to force herself from her lying position.

Gingerly she tried to move her arms. With an aching, horrendous effort, she pushed her upper torso into an upright position. Stopping her movements to rest, she regulated her breathing and began glancing further into the darkness. Around her were small debris of rocks, stalagmites, and rocky pathways that led further into her subterranean prison. She saw two larger openings of darkness; she could only assume, let further into this underground world of mystery and danger. She had to believe that one of those rocky doorways would be the pathway to her salvation.

Slowly, she made an effort to stir her legs. After several agonizing attempts, she wearily managed to stand upon her feet. She took several more deep breaths and half stumbled, half walked blindly towards one of the openings. At the entrance to the nearest one, she stopped and held on to a wall to catch her breath. Then with painful determinations she trudged onward. For what seemed like tortuous, drawn out hours, she plodded exhaustedly through twisting, winding rock-hew corridors.

The afflictions and exhaustion increased with every excruciating movement she took. She dredged further on, knowing she had had to keep going. To keep finding a way to freedom. A way to get her body healthy again; and to find out what had happened to her back there above ground. But mostly, she needed to find out who she was and why the hell those creatures…or people had tried to kill her.

What trouble had she gotten herself into? Moreover, what was it she had found out that made her life expendable to those murderers anyway? The need to know, along with her painful determination, kept her going. To where she struggled to go, she wasn’t sure. Only somehow, she would get out of this damp, dark world and resolve the mysteries and madness that had thrown her down here in this dreary hell.

Abruptly she heard other noises than the shuffling of her feet against the rocky flooring or pebbles flying against rock. Stopping quickly, she propped herself up close against a cavern wall. Her heart pounded in fear as she listened carefully to what the sounds might be.

Something heavy and enormous shuffled sluggishly just around the bend in the rubbly tunnel. The vibrating boom of big rocks splattering aside a stone wall, startled her even more. Especially as the quaking thuds were coming closer and closer. The slithering crunch became louder and louder.

She backed slowly away, hoping that whatever it was, didn’t come her way. Then she felt something slick and cool wrapping its way around her legs and shoulders. A slug-like creature, ominously huge and black, imprisoned her frightened form lifting her towards its huge red mouth. A mouth open and ready to suck her in.

“Put her down, Boggin.” An eerie and thunderous voice exploded out of nowhere.

With slow movements, those monstrous tentacles release her, letting her slide down them with a soft thud to the ground. She backed away from the blobish, grumbling creature, turning her head towards the bend in the corridor. There a dark and large shadow of substance emerged before her. It came closer and closer, until it loomed just over her shivering form.

“What the hell are you doing down in my domain?”

The sound of his booming voice drove what sanity she had left into hyper drive. She leaned her head back and inhaled deeply. Though the effort, like the deep breath, pained her, a lopsided grin spread over her swollen lips. These creatures, whatever or whoever they were, didn’t seem to want to kill or eat her. Whatever language he was speaking, something made her understand him. Or he spoke her language. Whatever that was.

“You know...if I could remember, I’d figure that’s the dumbest statement I’ve ever heard.” She forced her self to speak as clearly as she could. “I’m bruised and weary, caked with mud and blood, and you ask me what the hell I’m doing down in this stinking kingdom of yours! Mr., I’m supposed to be the one with loose screws right now, not you.”

He took a step away from her, and when he did, she noticed he wasn’t a great blob like the other thing, but a tall man in dark robes, the hood of which concealed his facial features in shadowy mists. At a snickering, rumbling sound, she turned her attention back on the blob-like thing the shadow-man called Boggin. The giant creature seemed to be laughing at the other entity. Pain or not, delirium or not, for some weird reason she found that aspect amusing. She chuckled as best she could.

The shadow-man folded his arms within each other and stared down at her. “It’s been too long since we had company, Boggin. Take this creature down to the laboratory and we’ll get her cleaned up. Then we’ll try to make some sense of this situation. And stop that inane laughter of yours!”

Boggin seemed to slither backwards a little as if hurt, and when the shadow-man left the creature to do his bidding, it slumped lower to the ground and stared at her with its bright red opening. For some inner reason that did not quite register, she was not afraid of the creature anymore.

“Never knew a…being like you that had a sense of humor, I believe. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Boggin. If I could move right this moment, I’d shake your tentacle. I take it not every one puts that buffoon out of joint?”

The ironical rumbling came back just before his tentacles stretched outward and slid around her worn body. Gently it…he lifted her off the ground, and cradled her close against him. He made some mulling sounds. They were soothing, almost relaxing to her nerves. She almost felt like a child being cradled by its mother. Could a creature this ominous and huge be so naturally gentle? Her distraught mind lost reasoning of her thoughts as it began to crunch-glide in the direction the shadow-man had taken.

She tried to stifle the groans when Boggin picked her up, but knew that her body and mind had reached their limits. There was nothing she could do but let the huge, gentle creature do as its master had bidden. The rocking, comforting sensation she suddenly felt at being held in Boggin's massive tentacle arms began soothing her, and her whole being rapidly gave in to the darkening numbness that quickly overwhelmed and engulfed her.

Tigre Moon

by
Jenna Leigh

Chapter One

New Earth 2350 A.D.

Neri stood at the end of the line waiting for someone to buy her. She had been with her mother up until her death earlier this year. She was now twenty-one seasons old, much too old for the slave market. But her mother had been much beloved of her owner and had been allowed to keep her only child with her. That love did not extend to the daughter, however. Even though he was her father, he had no qualms about selling her.

Neri kept her head down, looking at the dirt floor beneath her leather slippers. She wore the gauzy dress of ladies of the night. She was ashamed to admit that she had no idea of the role they played. Her mother had sheltered her most of her life from the seamier side of their existence. Neri sighed as she listened to the auctioneer droning on about the girl ahead of her. Apparently, her assets were much more of a commodity than Neri’s were as he expounded on both her virtue and knowledge of bed games.

Neri wondered how one could be both innocent and knowledgeable at the same time. Her attention drifted, but when the auctioneer began to speak again, she realized he was selling her now.

The auctioneer’s assistant prodded her. “Look up, girl. Your eyes are going to make us a mint.”

Her eyes were unusual in this land of dark haired dark-eyed people. She stood out like a sore thumb. Her hair was brown with streaks of red and dark gold, just like her mother’s. But her most arresting feature was her eyes. They were a clear turquoise, shining in her lightly tanned face. Her lips were full and red, and her nose was straight. Otherwise, she didn’t think too highly of her features. However, the slaver had rubbed his hands together when he first saw her.

“This is Neri of Salvador. Note the eyes—she is rumored to be a hybrid human, her ancestors are from the legendary world of Maurania. The women there are said to be the most skilled of lovers in the known universe.” This was news to her; she had lived in the village down river all her life. If she were from this other planet, surely she would know it.

“Who will start the bidding?” The auctioneer began to call out amounts and hands went up quickly. Neri stood as still as stone, her heart pounding in her ears as she awaited her fate. She was so afraid, she thought she might lose the meager breakfast she’d eaten earlier.

“Turn around.” The handler pulled on her arm when she didn’t obey immediately, turning her first to one side then the other. When she faced front again, she noticed someone staring at her. He was tall with golden brown hair; he was frowning at the platform. Had she done something wrong?  He held her gaze as he made his way down to the front.

“I will give you twenty thousand dachas for her,” he called out in a deep baritone that vibrated from the soles of Neri’s feet through the top of her head. The other bidders took a collective breath at the price he offered.

The auctioneer rubbed his hands greedily and rapped the gavel on his podium. “Going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman down in front for twenty thousand dachas. You have made a wise purchase, sir.” The man ignored the auctioneer’s oily smile and held his hand out to Neri.

“Come along.” He waited until she put her hand in his larger one and let him lead her down the steps in front.

“Please pay at the front, sir. Enjoy.” The auctioneer laughed, and the other men in the crowd leered at Neri. She stuck close by her new owner’s side as they walked among them; all moved aside for his larger bulk.

Her head barely reached his shoulder; she felt dwarfed by him. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach while she watched him pay for her. She now belonged to this stranger. Where was he taking her, and what did he expect when they reached their destination?

He Comes in Peace
by

Megan Hussey

Chapter One

Muriel Stone needed a little peace and quiet in the sanctity of a distant refuge. Since her favorite day spa was booked for the weekend, the far reaches of outer space would simply have to do.

Not a bad destination, she supposed, considering her stance as the captain of a starship that explored the far corners of the universe. This mission in particular promised to further her career and, more importantly, to quench her constant thirst for knowledge and new discoveries.

On a recent mission, her husband Wade had discovered a new planet; a small but exquisite gem of the cosmos that boasted rich foliage and ebullient waters, the clearest of skies and the most bountiful of flowers.

Radiant and unsoiled, this virgin land was discovered by Wade and his first mate, junior officer Stacey Germaine. While they explored this ethereal realm, they also explored one another. Now Wade’s first mate in duty was poised to become his second mate in life; Wade took leave of his career in space to enjoy an early retirement.

Fitting, as he also has taken leave of his senses. Muriel sniffed as she made her way to the office of her commander, Phillip Morrow.

The further exploration of the mysterious pleasure planet, while a formidable and even potentially enjoyable mission, seemed like a consolation prize to Muriel. Even so, she graced her long-time commanding officer with a serene nod and beam.

“I thank you for this mission, Sir,” she shook Morrow’s hand as she took a seat beside his desk. “I look forward to exploring in full this fertile, beautiful planet. I also relish the opportunity to get away for a while, alone and unbothered.”

Morrow frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

“Muriel, I’m afraid there’s been a slight change in plans.” Folding his hands tightly before him, the commander leaned forward to look her directly in the eyes. “It seems that another planet in our solar system has expressed an interest in the exploration of this planet.” He shrugged uneasily. “We’ve agreed to coordinate a joint mission with the planet Eternia. When you go to the pleasure planet, Muriel, you will be accompanied by a first mate, an Eternian space explorer named Jaron Ken.”

Rolling her eyes, Muriel folded her arms and released a long, frustrated sigh. “The one time I need a little space¾literally, I guess¾I must share my mission with a total stranger.”

Philip grinned and clicked his tongue sympathetically.

“I know, Muriel, and I’m sorry. Even so, I think you’ll enjoy Jaron’s company. He hails from an enlightened planet and will add much knowledge and insight to your joint mission.”

Muriel thought a moment, then shrugged. “Okay, I’m game. So when do I meet this enlightened alien?”

ALIEN SEDUCTION

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