An Alien Love

Swept Away

Tosh woke with a start. Something was very wrong.

Her skin began to crawl as if it was covered by thousands of ants.

A high pitched squeal radiated through the house.

The air around her seemed to vibrate.

Amanda and Jenna woke suddenly looking just as confused as Tosh felt. They both turned their huge eyes to Tosh. Suddenly, with a gut-wrenching feeling like the world dropped away from her and a blinding flash of light, the room the girls had been in was replaced by a brightly lit, white, open room full of hundreds of panicked women in various stages of dress.

Tosh grabbed Amanda and Jenna tightly, fighting with her reaction to panic like the rest of the girls. Tosh took forced deep breaths, taking in the scene. Some of the women were in pajamas, confused and disheveled like she was. Other women were naked, trying to cover themselves frantically. Some women screamed names and ran from person to person, searching for loved ones. Others curled into themselves, too frightened to do anything else.

Lined around the walls and scattered among the women were giant beings covered from head to toe in gray armor that you would expect to see in science fiction. The shortest among the armored beings had to have been at least six feet. The tallest loomed about eight feet. They held what must have been guns in their hands and roamed through the scared women, intimidating them even more by their sheer size and silence.

“Where are we? What’s happening?” Amanda clung to Tosh shaking and afraid. Jenna didn’t speak, only looked around with too much white showing in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” Tosh looked back at Amanda and touched her face reassuringly. “Whatever happens, it’ll be okay.” She only nodded and clung to Tosh tighter.

The giant beings began to grab women who were huddling crouched on the floor and pull them to their feet. They herded the frightened women into a line leading them through a door on the far right wall of the room. They were strong, tall, and intimidating. They never spoke as they corralled the frightened women, making it impossible for them to escape the line that was moving Natasha and her friends closer to that ominous door.

Natasha was more afraid than she had ever been in her life. The door was an automatic sliding door with glass tinted dark so they couldn’t see what was happening on the other side. All they could hear were the brief frightened screams of protest before the door slid shut until the next girl got pushed through. Amanda and Jenna clung to Natasha as tight as they could, but when they reached the front of the line, the armored beings tore them apart. Amanda screamed high and shrill, flailing about as they shoved her through the door first. A few seconds later, they pushed Jenna through. Only a small whimper escaped Jenna’s lips as she disappeared from Tosh’s sight.

Going through the door next, Tosh was grabbed by strong hands of more armored beings. They began to rip her clothes off her body with shocking strength and speed. Frozen in fear and unable to force a scream, she allowed them to rip the cloth away, realizing that to struggle would be futile. Once Natasha was completely naked, they shoved her further into the room where more hands forced her onto a walled-off conveyer belt and put restraints on her neck, wrists, and waist so she could not move from her spot. The belt moved slowly down its intended line, engulfing her in its looming walls and bathing her in an eerie green light. Up ahead there were streams of what appeared to be water shooting from jets in the wall and ceiling. The water hit her with a cool shock, causing Tosh to shiver more than she had. Shortly after, the jets of water were jets of what appeared to be a foamy purple soap substance and Natasha couldn’t help feeling as though she’d been put in the equivalent of a car wash.

Sure enough, the soap hit her, then another dousing of water before being sent through a giant dryer. Tosh finally reached the end of that conveyer belt feeling sick, degraded, and angry.

More beings unstrapped the restraints and forcefully lead her into another brilliantly lit room.

There, armored beings were looking over the girls like they were animals being inspected for disease. These beings were armored in white instead of gray like the rest. As they approached Tosh, the beings in gray restrained her arms harder than she had been to that point. Natasha could feel the crushing strength in their hands and had the sickening feeling that this was not all of it. If they wanted to, they could crush the arm they were holding like it was a toothpick. The white-clad beings looked in her ears, nose, and and in her mouth at her teeth. They held an odd instrument up to her forehead then ran it down her body. Then the white-clad being produced a needle gun and loaded it with a strange golden liquid. Natasha let out a whimper at the site of the large needle. The creatures tightened their grip a little more and Natasha knew there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes as the needle pierced her skin with a sharp sting. The liquid rushed into her body with surprising warmth. Then the creatures were shuffling her along again.

The next room they entered was dimmer than the previous rooms. There were shelves of boots made from a soft looking brown fabric lining one wall. On the other wall were racks of what appeared to be a mess of straps. Natasha had a sinking feeling they were about to dress her in something like a cheap porno.

A being with what could only be described as a measuring tape approached. They moved her around as though she was a mannequin, taking measurements of her body at various intervals. Then the creature with the tape grabbed a pair of boots and a hanger with a mess of straps on it and handed it to the beings that held onto Tosh’s arms. They pulled her further into the room and began to dress her. The mess of straps was slightly more tasteful than what Tosh had imagined. Only slightly.

It was a light green romper of sorts consisting of shorts that fit her buttocks tightly and barely touched her thighs. There was a strap around her neck, bosom, and waist, then a vertical strap ran up her front and back, connecting it all together. The strap around her bosom was tight enough to hold her breasts in place and thick enough that it fully covered them. The boots went to Natasha’s knees and were held in place by laces. The cloth that both garments were made of felt like nothing Tosh had ever felt before. Soft and so airy and light that if there was no pressure from the tightness holding it in place, it would be as if she was wearing nothing at all. The beings led the now dressed Tosh from the dressing room and took her down a long corridor with little lights lining the floor and wall. They reached a door darkly tinted like the first and shoved her through.

Tosh blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the change of lights once more.

“Thank goodness!” Amanda and Jenna ran to her, wrapping their arms tightly around her.

Tosh pulled away from them and looked each of them over frantically. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, right? You're fine?” Jenna shook her head and touched Tosh’s face as she had touched Amanda’s earlier. Amanda began to cry. Tosh drew them into her arms once more and held Amanda, surveying the room they had been tossed in together with a mix of horror and curiosity.