Alien Games

  Alien Games

  Claudia Rose

  Athlete Jenna Walsh has spent the last several years emotionally isolating herself from other people, including Bruce Glenn, a handsome fellow athlete who adores her. Things change for Jenna when she and Bruce are abducted by aliens and forced to engage in various sexual experiments by their captors.

  Now that Bruce is the only link Jenna has to home, she is forced to realize how much she cares for him. Their feelings for each other deepen as the alien games they participate in grow stranger...

  Alien Games

  Claudia Rose

  Chapter One: World Champions

  Bruce Glenn had timed his race to perfection. He had been fourth coming out of the water at Kailua Pier, but he had picked up a place through a quick transition from swim to bike, and picked up another place in the rigorous stretch through the lava fields, using his strength to carve a path through the Big Island’s notorious ho’mumuku winds and gradually creating a distance between himself and the rest of the field. By the time he reached the bike-to-run transition area at the Old Airport Park there was only one other person in the race, his best friend and great rival, the Australian triathlete Trevor Barnes, who was about 100 yards ahead of him.

  “Got you, ya Aussie bastard,” Bruce panted to himself.

  Barnes swam like a fish and cycled aggressively, but his big frame had a lot of weighty muscle to carry, and given a break of less than 200 yards, Bruce was usually able to reel him in. He set off in pursuit of the giant Australian, fixing his sights on the broad back ahead of him.

  With two miles to go he was less than ten strides behind, and a frustrated Barnes was painfully aware of his rival’s proximity. Closing the gap still further, Bruce squandered a vital breath.

  “Gidday cobber, come here often?”

  Barnes didn’t look round or miss a stride, he merely grunted “Lie down and die, runt!” and pounded the pavement with even greater determination. But he knew as he did so that the effort was futile. This was the point in a race where Bruce Glenn held all the cards.

  Sure enough, just as if he was changing up a gear in a fine sports car, Bruce smoothly increased his pace and moved around Barnes to take the lead. Unwilling to concede anything, Barnes matched his stride and followed in Bruce’s slipstream for as long as he could sustain the effort. But it was a 95-degree day on the Kona coast and his legs were beginning to wobble with exertion. Gradually Bruce pulled away, taking the race by 50 yards, and in the process winning back the world triathlon crown that he’d lost to Barnes the year before.

  Even as he crossed the line to enthusiastic applause from the large crowd of spectators, a part of Bruce Glenn’s mind was back in the field with the leading women runners. Barring a major mishap Jenna Walsh would be crossing the line soon to confirm her place as Women’s World Triathlon Champion, and he wanted to be there to enjoy the sight.

  But first there was a crowd to greet, media to talk to, and a disgruntled Barnesy to slap on the back.

  * * * * *

  As expected, Jenna Walsh was leading the field. Her race, too, had gone to plan. But unlike Bruce Glenn who had to compensate for elements in which others were superior to him, Jenna’s plan was simply to get out in front and stay there. It wasn’t enough for her to win the race, she had to win every section as well. All she wanted the other women competitors to get, and as many of the men as possible, was her shapely rear view.

  Jenna was driven, there was no other word for it. Everything­—friendship, relationships, entertainment, sex—was subordinate to keeping her world triathlon crown. No other woman in the history of the event had remained unbeaten for as long as she had. Jenna attributed much of her success to the fact that she had trained herself not to need people around her. She rebuffed every approach, not only from the many eligible men who turned away muttering “dyke” under their breath, but also from the many women on the circuit who dreamed of running their hands over her splendidly sculpted body or sampling the delights only barely concealed beneath the skimpy maroon bikini briefs that she wore racing. But although the soft pubic mound and barely visible cleft of her groin looked inviting in its lycra packaging, Jenna had mentally posted a “Gate Closed—No Through Road” sign there four years earlier.

  Most of her fellow competitors had gotten the message by now, and with a greater or lesser degree of ill grace they had condescended to leave her to her private world. But not Bruce Glenn, in his quiet moments he would admit that Jenna Walsh was close to becoming an obsession. But no matter how many times she rebuffed him he kept coming back for more. Not that he needed to, there were plenty of other trim and desirable female triathletes on the circuit who were delighted to keep the world number one company. And his desire for the unattainable Jenna had never stopped him enjoying an active social and sex life. But always, he found himself drawn to Jenna the moment she happened to be in proximity.

  So here I am as usual, he thought. Bruce Glenn, greatest triathlete in the world, waiting with his tongue hanging out like any other triathlon groupie to see Jenna Walsh cross the line.

  At that moment Jenna did round the curve into the final straight, and Bruce felt, yet again, as if he were really only seeing her for the first time.

  “She is perfect!” he breathed in admiration.

  There was nothing Bruce could fault about Jenna. Her feet were made for running, not too big and not too small. Her legs, a tangible asset in their own right, were shapely enough that they appeared in any number of commercials for everything from stockings to depilatory cream. The erotic triangle at the top of her thighs always seemed to him to bulge just a little lasciviously, and the sight of it never failed to inspire a bulge of his own if he contemplated this locus of desire for too long (and such a bulge was a very risky proposition in the clothes Bruce ran in).

  Seen from behind, Jenna’s buttocks had a smoothness of curve that was composed of generous amounts of sculpted muscle covered by a thin layer of fat, just sufficient to add shape and shine. Beneath her halter-top she sported a pair of breasts that wholly complemented her remarkable behind. They too were firm, round and almost faultless. The left breast was fractionally larger, but not enough that many people would notice.

  Probably the only person on the planet who didn’t think Jenna’s breasts were perfect, was Jenna herself. They were just a little large for a runner, and in her drive to remain world champion they were the only thing she’d change, given the chance, about this machine called her body that she trained and maintained.

  As if it wasn’t enough to have a body like a Greek goddess, Jenna’s face could have launched a thousand ships on its own. Despite her habitually unfriendly expression, it was impossible not to ignore the soft quirk of her lips, the dimples that appeared whenever there was a hint that she might be about to smile, and a moist pink tongue that quested softly between her even white teeth when she pondered a question hurled at her by a journalist. Hers was certainly the most photographed face in her sport. Her eyes, which were unusually luminous, were of slightly different colors, with one tending towards teal green, and the other towards blue. Her light golden skin never seemed affected by the harsh exposure to the elements it endured as she obsessively pursued her profession, and her short honey-blond hair was only slightly bleached despite its repeated exposure to sun, water and weather.

  As Jenna crossed the line, she punched the air once, decisively, to acknowledge her victory, than slowed to a brisk walk. It was her policy never to show fatigue, and she picked her way with a straight back between the male athletes hunched over catching their breath.

  “Good race Jenna!” called Bruce as she came near him.

  Startled she looked up, saw who it was, and acknowledged his congratulations with a blank look and a
small wave of her hand. Not to be put off, Bruce moved closer, stopping Jenna from pushing on through the crowd by lightly catching hold of her elbow.

  “What say us two world champions celebrate over dinner in Kona tonight?” he suggested.

  Pointedly Jenna pulled her elbow out of his grasp.

  “Sorry Glenn, I’m on the next flight out of here, I’ve got a place to stay and train for two weeks on the windward side of Oahu. Thanks anyway.”

  Even though he knew it was pointless, Bruce couldn’t stop himself.

  “That’s okay, I’m heading to Oahu too for a few days, why don’t we meet up? We could even train together.”

  This time Jenna made no pretence of politeness.

  “Look Glenn, why do you keep forcing me to be rude to your face. I’m not interested in you, I don’t want to train with you, and I’m not meeting up with you in Oahu. Please leave me alone! If you were a fan rather than a fellow competitor I’d have reported you for harassment long before now.”

  With that she turned on her heel and stalked away through the press of athletes.

  Feeling anything but a world champion, Bruce stared bleakly after her departing back.

  And at that moment, when he felt things couldn’t get any lower, a deep voice rumbled with amusement from somewhere above his head.

  “Gidday cobber, get shafted like that often?”

  “Lie down and die, Barnesy!” he replied weakly.

  * * * * *

  Other eyes than Barnesy’s were avidly watching the confrontation between Bruce and Jenna. Miles above their heads an undetectable space-craft held a geosynchronous orbit over the Kona coast of the Big Island of the Hawaiian archipelago. The ship’s two inhabitants had listened in on the meeting with technology far superior to anything Earth scientists even dreamed of.

  “They are the ones, Psi276,” commented one of the alien observers. “Both were clear victors in this grueling contest, and our readings of them indicate an almost unprecedented cellular compatibility. If there were not so many other Terrans around I would be tempted to extract them now. We have already secured the other three pairs of humanoids, and only the Vedi are causing us any residual problems.”

  “I mean no disrespect Alpha19,” replied the creature’s companion. “But I have grave reservations about the Terran female. I concede that she is physically as close to excellence as to be within the margins of error for perfection, but she has powerful psychological blocks in place that indicate an almost pathological degree of repression.”

  “You are correct to be concerned, Psi276, her repressions are indeed within the abnormal range. But I am confident that we have the technology to remove those barriers and restore her normal sexual functioning. Maintain observation with a view to making the extraction within three planetary rotations the next time they are within an acceptable proximity to each other. I shall return to the laboratory and continue working to break down the resistance of the Vedi.”

  “As you command, Alpha19.”

  * * * * *

  Two days after winning the world championship, Bruce was basking in the warm tropical waters off Oahu’s Lanikai beach. He’d coped with Jenna’s rejection by hitting the town with Barnesy and two exuberant young female triathletes new to this year’s circuit. They’d dined, drunk, partied and made love, taking as their cue Barnesy’s infectious abandon.

  Bruce had tried to enjoy himself. He even felt he’d acquitted himself honestly. But the whole process had become rather mechanical, and he’d finally hit out on his own making a lame excuse about arrangements to be sorted out on Oahu. Barnes had greeted this with a knowing leer, but thankfully had refrained from adding further to the humiliation that Bruce was already experiencing.

  But this time alone had really done him good, and in the waters off Lanikai beach he felt whole again, glad to remember that he was here in one of the world’s beauty spots, at the peak of health and fitness, and, on top of everything else, the World Triathlon Champion. Closing his eyes he slowly exhaled the air from his lungs and drifted lazily down to the sandy bottom some ten feet below him.

  As he touched the ocean floor, Bruce suddenly felt exhilarated at how good it was to be here and to be alive. With a mighty kick of his powerful legs he pushed up from the sand towards the surface and rose out of the water like a breaching humpback whale.

  Unfortunately on his way down he crashed heavily into a passing swimmer.

  For a moment he was stunned, and then concern for the person he’d hit took over. The swimmer had taken a heavy blow and was thrashing about in a dazed and uncoordinated way. Quickly Bruce pulled the person’s head out of the water and got a huge shock. He was eye to eye with a confused Jenna Walsh. In a matter of seconds, however, her eyes focused, her mind cleared, and she recognized her assailant. Her lips turned white with fury.

  “Bruce Glenn, what the hell are you doing, trying to kill me?”

  “I’m really sorry Jenna,” he stuttered helplessly. “I honestly didn’t see you there.”

  “Well you should have been looking, you could have injured me you fool!” she all but screamed.

  “It was an accident. Let me help you to the beach.”

  Her reply was a curt, “Fuck off, Glenn!” as she turned to swim away.

  At that moment life changed forever.

  Later Bruce could never properly recall what had happened. All he remembered was that the water began to bubble as if it was boiling, and then he was being spun in a whirlpool, faster and faster, as if about to be swept down a plug-hole. Something banged into him. It might have been Jenna. There was a confusion of flashing lights and a sound like a hundred jet engines. The sound got louder and louder, the water span faster, the lights flashed more brilliantly, and finally, when his overloaded brain could bear it no longer, he lost consciousness.

  Chapter Two: Hanging Around

  When Bruce Glenn opened his eyes, the very first thing he saw convinced him he was asleep and dreaming.

  Jenna Walsh was in front of him, about ten feet away, and she appeared to be stuck to the wall. Although she was hanging vertically, with her arms outstretched and her leg slightly apart, there was nothing obviously holding her in place.

  A more immediate attention grabber than this strange phenomenon, was the fact that she was entirely naked. Jenna’s breasts pointed proudly at him, the skin lighter in tone where they had been covered by her bikini top. They were full and round, and the untanned skin had an almost plastic smoothness about it. Her nipples, which were erect little buds, were the same pink as her tongue. They sat symmetrically in the middle of darker aureolae that were slightly puckered, as if in response to a mild coolness in the air temperature. Lower down, Jenna’s neatly trimmed bush of naturally honey-blond pubic hair barely concealed a temptingly coy vagina.

  Jenna looked to be asleep, her eyes were closed, her face was impassive, and her head lolled slightly to one side.

  Before Bruce could take in much more than this about his surroundings, two small creatures walked jerkily into his field of vision. The sight of them convinced him that he must be awake and caught up in some elaborate practical joke. The creatures looked like badly constructed aliens out of some Hollywood B movie. Each was about four-foot tall, with a skinny, naked, androgynous body, a large oval shaped head with green lens-like eyes, two tiny slits for a nose, and a wider slit with no lips for a mouth.

  “Hey!” called Bruce. “Enough of the fancy dress. Let me down!”

  Like Jenna, he too was upright and stuck to the wall. There were no obvious bonds holding him there, but when he tried to move it felt as if invisible weights were pressing him back firmly against the surface behind him. He could move his head, and wiggle his fingers and toes, but other than that he was completely helpless.

  At the sound of his voice, Jenna’s eyes flicked open. After a moment of disorientation, she caught sight of him opposite her, and her look of bewilderment changed to one of flaring anger.

  “Glenn!” she
hissed. “Whatever you’ve done to me has gone too far. Get me down, let me go, and expect a visit from the police for kidnapping, assault and unlawful sexual conduct! And then prepare yourself for a visit from my lawyers with the biggest lawsuit you’ve ever imagined!”

  “It’s nice to see you too, Jenna,” replied Bruce with a wry smile. “But if you’re looking at slapping on lawsuits then you’re looking at the wrong person. I’m as “tied up” as you are. You’d better ask tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee down there what the game is.”

  Jenna looked down, and for the first time noticed the two creatures standing below her, their eyes roughly at the level of her exposed pussy.

  For a moment she was struck dumb, and in that moment both she and Bruce heard “voices” in their heads. While there was no one obviously speaking, they somehow knew that they were hearing a conversation between the two creatures in front of them.

  “The implantation of the controller chips went smoothly, Alpha19, and both subjects have been intensively scanned. The male is satisfactory, but I am still concerned that we have erred by selecting this particular female. Bio-indicators show that she has not been sexually active for at least three rotations of the planet around its sun. She is of no use to us if she is frigid. If she cannot perform we will have to dispose of her and select a second subject.”

  “Patience, Psi276. You know we have had her under observation for some time. Physically she has no equal, and our studies of humanoid reproduction show that in all four humanoid variants high physical function corresponds with libido in the maximum band. She may simply require some stimulation.”

  “Well we shall soon see, but I have serious doubts and concerns. If we must replace her our schedule will be severely compromised and the Council will be seeking answers.”

  As he made this comment, the creature raised its arm and very lightly prodded Jenna’s vagina, near the clitoris, with one pale bony finger. He could hardly have got a more vigorous reaction had he used an electric cattle prod. Jenna’s entire body convulsed, and she let forth with a torrent of abuse that left Bruce feeling impressed and somewhat awed.