Kidnapped for pleasure by the Alien

Punching the bulging, steely muscles of his back was about as effective and almost as painful as sparring with an anvil.

"You don't have to do this. I... I won't tell anyone about this. I swear. Just let me go."

She didn't know how long they'd been walking, but she knew one thing. He was fast.

Though he never seemed to even be exerting himself particularly, his walking was at least as swift as she was in an all-out run. In less time than she'd ever have believed, he'd moved away from town, heading east, dashing down streets occasionally, but mostly keeping to areas away from any people. And any hope of her rescue. "Nobody would believe you even if you did speak of me." His voice was deep, so deep it vibrated up through her body. She'd ceased kicking, knowing it wasn't going to get her anywhere against the tremendous strength of his grip. She felt like little more than a doll in this alien's clutches. Alien. The thought was so unbelievable, so heart-stopping in its magnitude, her mind was only able to nibble at it around the edges, as if fully examining the fact might be a danger to her sanity. You still think you're sane? "It doesn't matter if they'd believe me because I'd never tell a soul. We can pretend none of this happened. You don't even have to take me back there. Just... just put me down, right here. I'll walk away. That'll be the end of it." "It's too late for that, human." "Goddammit, my name is Rose." "For now it is." A chill shivered its way down her body. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You keep making so much noise and I might have to gag you." He shifted her body over his shoulder, laying his long arm across her back, pressing the breath from her lungs for a moment. Then he relented, leaving her gasping. "Or perhaps you need a little taster from the stun gun." "No! No... I'm sorry." "What were you doing, sitting there all alone?" The question stunned her for a moment. Being carried over this creature's shoulder like a prize was surreal and humiliating enough, but his tone and the implication of his words only amplified it. "I always sit there. It's... it's one of the places that nobody knows about. It's quiet, I guess." "Your club was anything but. So, why do you like quiet places?" "You followed me too? Jesus, I can't-" She grunted as he jumped up onto a retaining wall easily six feet high, the leap something no human could have matched especially while carrying a woman slung over his shoulder. He weaved through a closely- spaced neighborhood of ancient cottages, leaping over a wrought iron fence like a finely-trained Arabian on an equestrian course. Fuck, you're in deep shit. Rose kept talking though, hoping that keeping his mind occupied might help keep hers from fixating on what might happen once he got to wherever he intended on taking her. "I need the quiet, sometimes. Helps me... think." "You like being alone. Humans are such strange creatures." "Well... yes, I guess. But you're... whatever you are. You're not exactly normal either, you know." When she'd first looked up at him, the coppery taste of her blood coating her tongue, her face throbbing angrily, the thought that had popped into her mind was that someone had made Mr. Clean come to life. With his perfectly smooth head, strong brow and deep set, almost twinkling green eyes, he was perhaps the most fiercely masculine figure she'd ever laid eyes on. He was clad in a silvery gray jumpsuit that resembled something a fighter pilot might wear, though mounted over one shoulder was a strange metallic unit, perhaps a foot long on each side. She had no idea what it actually did, but it emitted a low hum, a slight warmth emanating from it. He was so powerfully built she thought he would've been able to break Schwarzenegger in half, and yet there was a sleekness to his physique, his great, almost supernatural height making all those muscles less bulky, though still conveying in clear terms the male's tremendous strength. Though she knew he was an alien, part of her was almost let down by the fact that, essentially, he looked like a giant, heavily-muscled, human being. Weren't aliens supposed to be freakish and terrifying? They'd left the lights of the city now, only encountering the occasional car as he strode down a nearly silent tree-lined lane, the night in full control. "Where are we going?" she finally asked, her belly beginning to protest at her position, her head swimming from hanging upside down for so long. Instead of an answer, his hand came down hard on her vulnerable ass, the impact shaking her whole body. She yelped, more out of surprise than pain. The second swat was pure fire though, even through her clothing, and she cried out at the sting, the blow leaving her buttock throbbing. He was so strong! "More of that when we get to the transport. How much more depends upon how quiet you can be for the remainder of the trip." Asshole. But she didn't test him further. He crossed the street into a park she'd never seen before. It was somewhere along the far eastern fringes of London, a part of the country she'd never been to. Vaulting another ivy-choked iron fence, he picked up the pace still further, dashing across the lush grass in the darkness, the only sound the wind in the trees and the muffled clomps of his feet on the ground. Then he stopped, a blast of warmth and a hissing sound making her crane her head around. "Holy shit... what is...?" He dropped her to her feet, turning her toward it, his great hand about the nape of her neck as one might guide an errant toddler. Fearing her eyes and her sanity were completely failing her, a large opening had appeared, seeming to float before them, a warm yellow light spilling out, illuminating the dark night. A ramp had lowered to the ground. "Up you go," the alien said, pushing her toward the light. "No... no. I'm not going anywhere." "Yes, you are. You're adding to the punishment you've already got coming every second you delay." She tried to look up at him, to meet his brilliant gaze, but his iron grip held her fast. She grunted as she twisted against it. "Where are you taking me? What are you... going to do?" He turned her toward him then, and surprising her, he dropped to one knee, his eyes nearly level with hers. His voice softened, though the words filled her with a strange combination of dread and awed fascination. "First, we're going to fix that lip, and see to your teeth. Not so bad, right?" "But a doctor could..." The slow shake of his head, and the flash of his brilliant eyes, made her voice trail off, a huge lump in her throat, her heart suddenly pounding. This was actually happening. She knew now this was no dream. "After we make sure you're healthy, then I'm going to spank your little bottom for you until you're crying." "Why?" Despite being soaked to the bones, her mouth was suddenly desperately dry. "Two reasons. One, you struck me and you'll soon learn that's never tolerated. There are always consequences for such behavior." He tilted his head, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And two, I'd like to see how you react to being disciplined. There will likely be much more of it in your future, so I'm interested in knowing how well you take it. It will help me determine what else will be needed once we're underway." Her mind tried to block out the prospect of spanking, and pain, and crying her eyes out, and instead focused on something anything else. "Under...way?" Her voice was a pathetic squeak. "Yes, underway. Once we're on course back to my home system, I'll have some idea on how to proceed. Time to develop a plan." Despite the terror rising within her, she couldn't help blurting the last question, even as he forced her up the steep ramp, the light from inside the craft so bright it made her squint against it. "What plan?" "Your training plan, of course." Oh no.