Aeon Captive: Alien Menage Romance (Sensual Abduction Series Book 1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Invitation From The Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About The Next Book: Aeon Fugitive

  About The Author

  Note From The Author

  Aeon Captive

  Sensual Abduction Series Book 1

  By:

  Amelia Wilson

  Table of Contents:

  Invitation From The Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About The Next Book: Aeon Fugitive

  About The Author

  Note From The Author

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  Chapter One

  Sarah Ellison stormed out of her boyfriend’s dorm, ignoring his calls as she pushed the door to his hall open and stepped outside. He came after her of course, as she knew he would, but he stopped at the steps, standing with his barefeet on the cold concrete as he called out her name and asked her to stop.

  It wasn’t even seven, the sky above campus the dull orange of early morning. A few people were milling about, and they watched as Sarah fought back tears and kept walking, turning a corner and soon unable to hear Chris calling after her.

  The break-up had been building for a while, she knew it and she was sure he had as well. She had spent the night in his dorm, which wasn’t allowed of course, but his roommate was visiting a sick parent out in Nebraska, and Chris had asked her to stay even though they had one of their blow-up fights just a few days previous. He had surely been planning a night full of sex and pizza and then more sex, but instead there had been fighting, talking about their feelings and finally the break-up.

  Sara was twenty, and as she hurried to where she had parked the night before, she couldn’t help but think that her life was already turning out much differently than she had thought. First there had been college itself, where she had met Chris the year previous, her freshman year. She aced her classes, things were looking up. Sophomore year rolled around however, and things had changed. Well, if Sarah was going to be honest with herself, she had changed, school had remained the same. No longer sure she wanted to follow in her geologist father’s footsteps she had left school last semester, and moved into her father’s home once more.

  Her dad hadn’t been thrilled at the news, and his requirement for her moving back home was that she had to be working, and so she had found a job at a store in the mall, a mall which was clearly going the way of almost all of the other malls in America, it could be hours in between customers there, and Sarah passed her time bored and confused and wondering just what the hell she was going to do with her life.

  When she got to her car she sat behind the wheel without cranking the engine and let the tears come. They weren’t for Chris, at least, not all of them, everything that had happened in the last year or so was catching up to her. She had lost her best friend growing up right after her freshman year to a drunk driver. She was sure that was the start of it all, the worry that she wasn’t getting what she wanted out of life. She still had bad dreams often, she still lay in bed after they woke her up, unable to get back to sleep.

  When the tears had stopped falling she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell. She called her father, knowing that he was up, he got up at six every day, and had for decades.

  “Hey,” he said when he answered.

  “Chris and I broke up,” Sarah said. Her dad was truly one of her best friends. It had just been them growing up, her mother divorcing her father and moving across the country when Sarah was only two. She told her dad everything.

  “Good,” her father grunted. He had never liked Chris, he found him crass and juvenile, which was certainly true, but he was also devilishly handsome. That had been a big plus in Sarah’s eyes, but had done little to endear him to her father. “You working today?”

  “No, I’m off,” Sarah said.

  “Good, I’ll take off and we can grab some lunch. You coming home?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Alright, love you sweety,” her father said,

  “Love you too dad,” she replied and then hung up.

  As she started the car there was a strange sound, a high pitched whine that Sarah at first took to be her engine, as though something else was going wrong, and the car wouldn’t start. But it had started, and had done so without issue. The whine was nearer than the engine, and when Sarah looked down she saw a strange white glow underneath her shirt, at her chest.

  She had worn the necklace for nearly ten years, ever since her father had given it to her. It was a plain silver chain, delicate and pretty, and at the end was a white crystal, beautifully cut and nearly clear. As the whine continued, high pitched and almost like the sound of nails going down a chalkboard, she pulled the necklace from beneath her shirt. She gasped as it came free from her neckline and she saw that the crystal was indeed glowing, it’s light pale and pulsing.

  Then, without warning, the light faded and the sound died away.

  She looked at the crystal, waiting for it to glow again but it did not. She tucked it back under her shirt, remembering the day her father had given it to her.

  It was her tenth birthday, and she had a party at home, inviting a few of her best girlfriends over for a sleepover. They ate pizza and ice cream and watched movies until they had fallen asleep, and then the next morning after the girls had gone home her father gave her one last present.

  “I saw this and thought of you,” he said smiling. His name was William Ellison but other scientists knew him as Dr. Bill. To Sarah however, at age ten, he was always daddy.

  “Thank you daddy!” she said,taking the long box. He smiled, the bottom half of his face covered with a thick black beard, his head bald and shiny and often red from the sun.

  “Open it, open it!” he had said, and she had done so, revealing the beautiful necklace.

  Thinking back on that memory filled Sarah with a happiness she hadn't felt in a long time as she drove to her father’s house.

  When she got
home her father was sitting in the living room, a scientific journal open on his lap, the news on the television. His beard had turned mostly gray in the last few years, and he was as bald as ever. Dr. Bill had also put on about ten pounds, but he still looked fit and strong, his shoulders wide.

  His daughter couldn’t have looked any different. Her hair was long and blonde, the color of wheat growing under the midday sun. She was petite but had long legs, her best feature and most of her boyfriends agreed, she liked to wear thigh high stockings in bed, and it drove each of the three men she had been with wild. Her eyes were hazel, her features sharp but pleasing to the eye. Chris had always told her she looked like a model, and though modestly never allowed her to agree, the young man was right.

  “Hey daddy,” she said as she sat down.

  “Hey Bean,” he said. He had called her bean since her birth. Sarah didn’t know why he had chosen this nickname, but she had come to love it. She watched her dad finish the article he had been reading and then he pulled the glasses from his head and set them aside. They sat chatting for a long while, since it was still hours until lunch. When it was finally time to leave Sara told her father she would drive separate because she wanted to go see Helen. That was the mother of Sarah’s best friend who had died.

  Her father looked at her over the top of his own car.

  “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I haven’t seen her in a while,” Sarah said. “I want to check in on her.”

  “I just know you’re still going through your own stuff,” her dad said. “I don’t want you to go backwards, I think you need to keep working towards… I don’t know how to say it, not getting over it, but becoming okay with it.”

  Sarah smiled, knowing her father was just looking out for her. “I know dad, I think this will help,” Sarah said.

  “Okay,” her dad said, and he smiled and got into his car. She followed him to the restaurant.

  They had been sitting at a table for half an hour, their plates in front of them, when the whine started up again. Heads in the restaurant swiveled to their table, anxious to see what the annoying sound was.

  “What is that?” William asked his daughter as she pulled the necklace from inside of her shirt. His eyes went wide when he saw the crystal glowing. “What the hell?” he asked no one in particular.

  “It did it earlier too,” Sarah said, and even as she was speaking the crystal stopped glowing and the whine died down. “Why is it doing that?”

  “I don’t know,” WIlliam said. “I… I’ll have to take a look at it,” he said, and then he held his hand out.

  “Later,” Sarah said. “I want to go see Helen, and…” she didn’t finish. The truth was she felt as though the necklace was her good luck charm. She wanted the visit to go smoothly, she was nervous about it, without really knowing why. Her and Helen had been close, the woman had been something of a surrogate mother for many years, but after her friend had died, Sarah had just stopped staying in contact with the older woman. The idea of seeing her without the familiar crystal around her neck, resting upon the flesh above her breast bone, it wasn’t one Sarah liked.

  Her father seemed to understand all of this without any other words needing to be said and he returned his hand to his fork and nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Later.”

  The rest of lunch passed without incident, though Sarah could see her father’s scientific curiosity was killing him. Surely he had never seen a crystal glow like that, or make the sound, and Sarah was eager to understand what was happening too. She almost decided to put of seeing Helen, but she had already talked herself into finally going, and she knew she couldn’t do that. Sarah, of course, had no way of knowing she would never reach Helen’s home.

  Chapter Two

  Sarah left her father at the restaurant and made the drive over towards Helen’s home. It was half an hour away, outside of the city where Sarah and her father lived, at the end of a long winding road through the woods.

  Sarah had just turned onto the road when her necklace began to whine again. It was louder than it had ever been and the young woman pulled to the side of the road and put her car in park as she tugged the necklace once more from the front of her shirt. It was glowing brilliantly.

  A low hum met Sarah’s ears, and at first she thought the crystal was making noise once again, but slowly the girl began to realize it was coming from outside her car. She opened the door and stepped out, looking about her, seeing nothing but woods. Then, she craned her neck up and gasped. A… thing hung in the sky above her, long and sleek and silver. A ship. A UFO. Her brain tried to register what she was seeing, but it simply couldn’t. It was as if her mind was stammering.

  As she watched a small circle in the bottom of the silver ship appeared, and a pulsing light came from it, surrounding her as it descended. She began to lift into the air, Sarah was dimly aware that her feet left the ground. Up to the ship she went, and then into the circle, where everything around her was dark.

  She looked down in time to see the circle close beneath her, and then she couldn’t see the ground, or anything. Inside the ship the hum was non existent. There was no sound at all, and for a moment Sarah felt as if she simply didn’t exist. The darkness before her was absolute, and no sounds met her ears.

  So shockingly sudden that Sarah couldn’t help but scream, lights turned on all around her. She was bathed in the bright light, snapping her eyes shut and using her arms to shield them further from the light, which shone red through her eyelids.

  Slowly she opened her eyes, wanting to know where she was, needing to see what was around her, and she blinked as she became accustomed to the light.

  She stood in a room with white walls, the room circular, the walls ten feet away from her or so on any side. There was nothing else in the room, and no doors in the wall. There was a hiss then, and a part of the wall slid to the side. Sarah gasped, for coming through the gap was what she could only described silently in her thoughts as an alien. It was tall, it’s skin a light blue. It was humanoid in appearance, two legs, two arms, a neck and a head, though the neck was possibly a little longer than that of a human, it’s limbs longer too. On top of it’s head were two thin stalks with bulbous spheres atop each. It's skin looked hairless and smooth, and the thing was clothed in a light yellow material that looked like a jumpsuit, the pants and shirt attached to one another.

  “Hello,” the thing said to her, but its thin mouth did not open. It’s eyes were black and large, and she had a hard time telling just where the thing was looking. It was easily six and a half feet tall, and as it neared her she had to look up. “Are you well?” it asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. She noticed that though the alien's mouth did not move when it spoke, the balls on its head jiggled this way and that, and a thought came to her. “Are you talking in my mind?” she asked.

  “Yes,” the blue aline said. “Come with me please.”

  “You speak English?” she asked, not moving.

  “We speak anything. I took the language from your mind.”

  Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about that news? “You can read my mind?”

  “Of course,” the thing said. “But I will not. I understand your species speaks orally. I cannot do that, but I will allow you to do so. Your thoughts may remain private, as seems important to your species.”

  “It’s not important to yours?” Sarah couldn’t help but ask. She had certainly inherited her father’s scientific curiosity, and a million questions were fighting for purchase in her brain.

  “No,” the thing said, and then as she watched its face turned from blue to purple, and the talks and balls on its head waved this way and that. It took Sarah only a moment to realize it was laughing. “Privacy of the mind is not something we are aware of,” the thing said.

  “Where are you from?” Sarah asked.

  “Far from here. You will come with me now,” the thing said, and then it turned and left th
rough the rectangle in the wall, and Sarah, not seeing any other choice, followed.

  It led her down a small corridor, where Sarah saw no other doors, or other aliens. At the end of the hall the wall opened up and they stepped inside. The alien looked to her. “You do not seem frightened.” it said.

  “I’m not,” Sarah said, and that was true. She was more excited than anything else. Her mind had quickly decided to believe what was happening, and she wasn’t fighting it. SHe was on an alien ship. She was standing next to an alien. It was amazing. Maybe the most important discovery mankind would ever make, and it was Sarah who was doing it. What was there to be frightened of? She was lucky. Her father, who had made all of his inquiries and discoveries facing down, his head towards the Earth, would be amazed to hear her story once she returned home. There was no doubt in Sarah’s mind that she would return home.

  “Please disrobe,” the alien said, and Sarah gave pause.

  “Excuse me?” she asked.

  “Disrobe,” the alien said again, staring at her.

  “We don’t usually get naked in front of people we don’t know,” she said.

  “Disrobe please,” the alien said in her mind once more, and Sarah knew he would not take no for an answer, so slowly she pulled her shirt over her head. When the alien saw her crystal necklace it’s eyes widened and its face turned yellow for a moment, before going back to light blue.

  “This?” Sarah said, standing in her jeans and a bra. She held the necklace forward. “Were you making it glow?”

  “We were tracking it, yes,” the alien said. “Please continue to disrobe,” it added, and then fell silent, watching her.

  Sarah sighed and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor with her shirt. Where her clothes had fallen the floor raised up, forming a small table. Sarah didn’t bothering covering her round breasts with her hands, and the alien looked her body over, and Sarah wondered for a moment if her form would turn it on.