Page 16 of The Alien’s Mate

Melinda’s mouth pursed before she huffed and turned on her heels and left. As soon as the door was closed, Lila began tugging her arms so hard, the skin against the straps burned and hurt. She cried in frustration, and at that moment, she’d much rather be with the alien than with such sadistic people.

But her efforts were in vain. She couldn’t get out of the straps, and when the large, armed security men came to fetch her, she had chafed her skin on the straps until it drew blood. She had no will to fight as they took her away, and all she could think of was that she was feeling like a bitch at a kennel.

She was put into a room deep down in the facilities, far away from the communal dorms she had stayed in earlier. No one was to know about her condition, about what she had been subjected to. The room was sparse, like a prison cell, with no loose objects she could hurt herself with. The bed was soft, but the rubber sheets made it uncomfortable, nonetheless.

She wasn’t given any other clothes than the robes she had on her body, and she was still sore after Atlas’s brutal treatment. Tired and hopeless, she lay down underneath the sparse blanket and cried.

* * *

She dreamed of him, dreamed of his hands on her body. She dreamed of his terrifying yet titillating growls, and his burning gaze in the black void. He grabbed her, scratched her with his claws, and whispered that she was his.

He rubbed his massive cock against her clit, spread her juices, and smirked as she mewled pathetically. When he thrust into her, the pain burst into pleasure as the large creature claimed her with intent. Lila cried out, praised the god between her legs, and disappeared in a lustful delirium of being speared by a hot and girthy rod.

When Atlas stilled, and the base of his cock began to swell, Lila threw her head back in unspeakable satisfaction as she felt his seed paint her inner walls. The base kept swelling, and hot, white pleasure transported her to another world.

Lila jerked awake. Her heart hammered inside her chest, she was sweaty, and it took her a few moments to fully wake. She tried to regain her bearings, and when she realized she wasn’t in Atlas’s cave, she was disappointed for a short moment—but then, she realized what she was feeling, and scoffed. She turned in the bed, but her sex was weeping, and the strange longing in her core made her restless. Like an itch, her cunt demanded attention, but Lila refused. Instead, she shut her legs hard and tightened, only to nearly let out a whimper as she relaxed.

“Fuck,” she muttered. It was like her body craved Atlas’s touch—no, needed it—as if it were starved for it, as if she would die if she didn’t get it. She wanted to put her hand underneath the blanket and pleasure herself, but she refrained. She was sure they were surveying her, and she would not give them that satisfaction. So, all she could do was squirm at the memories of the alien’s touch.

She was given generous food portions, saying that if she was pregnant, both she and the child would need a lot of sustenance. Not that she had an appetite, anyway. She was nauseous, and not from potentially having something growing inside of her, but from knowing she was imprisoned like a slave, by people who had watched a big and dangerous extraterrestrial creature sexually abuse her—all in the name of science.

Dr. Bryce came by later in the afternoon, only to check her blood pressure and make sure she hadn’t contracted some kind of alien disease, and then, she was left by herself again.

Just like that, the days went past. The dreams faded after a few days, and even though she dreamed of Atlas, she didn’t always wake up with slick between her legs. The strange need she had felt also seemed to fade, like a drug that slowly left her body.

Enclosed in her little cell, she was starting to lose her mind. She paced the meager eighty square feet room, trying to figure out how she would get out of there.

If she managed to get out of the facilities, she would be alone in the Canadian wilderness. If she managed to get hold of Danny, he might agree to fly her out of there. He was a rational man—he would not agree with Howland & West’s way of treating their employees. No decent person would. But she would have to get hold of him, and that would be difficult.

Melinda and the security guys came to get her a few times, and she was taken to the exam room for a check-up. The woman seemed disappointed when she understood that Lila wasn’t pregnant, that Atlas’s frantic fucking hadn’t given any results.

When two weeks had passed, and Lila still hadn’t shown signs of carrying, Dr. Bryce muttered that she just might not be compatible with the alien. She wasn’t, in Dr. Bryce’s words, “good enough.”

“I suppose there’s only one thing left to do,” muttered the woman and glared at Lila. “We have to send you back in. He’s been extremely aggravated, and I think he’s more than ready to mount you again.”

Mount you again. Lila scowled. “You’re talking as though I’m a fucking breeding bitch!”

“Aren’t you?” The coldness in Melinda’s voice was scary, and there was a hint of malice in her otherwise direct and unfeeling voice. “Make no mistake,” she continued, “Atlas is our priority in this. There are tens of thousands of you out there, with your fine pedigree and genes, but there is only one of him. If he kills you while mating you, we could get another one—and then another, and then another. You’re just the first, but don’t think you’re anyone special.”

“You’re never going to get what you want,” growled Lila. “You’re never going to know what it feels like to have him inside of you. You’re never going to know what it feels like when he dominates you, when his growl reaches your very core, or when he shoots his cum into you.” She sneered. “You’re doomed to watch, doomed to just lie there with your hands on your dry old cunt and wonder what his tongue—”

The room was filled with the sound of a sharp slap, and Lila hissed at the pain. Melinda wasn’t gentle and didn’t hold anything back. A hint of iron filled Lila’s mouth, and she laughed humorlessly.

“You know,” she muttered. “I feel sorry for you. You’re doing Mr. West’s and Dr. Howland’s dirty work, but you won’t get any recognition. If the impossible happens, and I get pregnant, it’s Howland and West that will go to history as innovative scientists. Not you. No one will know the name Dr. Melinda Bryce, and no one will fucking care. You’ll remain a sad and lonely bitch for the rest of your pathetic life.”

“Shut up!” Melinda spat. “Shut your fucking mouth!” She pointed a warning finger toward her. She was breathing shallowly, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were widened. “I will enjoy watching Atlas tear you apart.” A maddened grin appeared on her face. “And, you know what? I will pleasure myself at the sight of him torturing you. Oh, yes—I will come so hard hearing you scream and cry and beg for mercy. Do you how fucking mangled you were after he’d fucked you? Do you know how badly he tore your useless cunt? He doesn’t see you as a sexual partner—he sees you as a thing to shove his dick into.”

Lila clenched her jaw, but she knew Melinda was only trying to provoke her. “And you wish you were that thing, don’t you?”

Dr. Bryce’s face twisted in anger, and she turned on her heels and marched to the door. Opening it, she shouted at the guys to come to get her. “She’s going back to the cage.”

“But, we haven’t sedated him,” muttered one of the security guys, and as he entered, Lila felt a lump form in her chest. She recognized the man as a guy called Flannagan, one of Dean’s friends.

“Doesn’t matter,” spat Melinda. “He’ll behave once he understands we’re returning his toy.”

Flannagan and the others seemed unsure, but they did as told and grabbed Lila to take her back down to Atlas’s enclosure.

She tried to resist. She fought them the whole way, putting her heels down and effectively forcing them to drag her into the elevator. She made their job difficult until Flannagan finally threw her over his shoulder and carried her the rest of the way.