ROMANCE: Trapped on Ice Planet: Science Fiction Romance - A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Warrior Romance Thriller Story Book (The Adventure of Leila and Auzo 1)

by
 
Selena Bedford

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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

This book is a work of fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
 

Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
 

LEILA

I’ve never believed in aliens.  Like everyone else, I love reading sci-fi stories.  Sometimes when I’m reading I’ll daydream about being captured by a huge alien. That always makes me horny.  Oh wow, imagine having rough sex with the alien. I’d
love
to try that.

I’m always taken away by these fantasies, even on the bus or in bed.

Unfortunately, my actual life is boring
as hell.
 

Like my friends in college, I found a nine-to-five job, Monday to Friday.

Unlike my friends though, I’ve never had a long-term relationship.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love men, and it’s easy enough to pick one up for an all-nighter, especially when I go to the right bars. But those assholes never take me seriously.  They just want my body, not a long-term relationship. 

I’ve gone on a few blind dates, but they just end the same way.

I don’t blame them.  Guys like sexy girls, right?  Unfortunately, my body is
not
that sexy.

I’m not horribly overweight, but I have to admit that I need to shed a few pounds before I can comfortably use the word ‘slim’.  Heck, probably fifteen or twenty pounds.

There are the girls who do ballet or yoga, but I like self-defense. I’ve been training since middle school. I’ve even entered a few competitions. I think that’s pretty cool. Unfortunately, even the guys at karate prefer soft-spoken beautiful girls to me.

I do go out with guys.  But it never gets to the point of being a relationship. Either
they
end up disappearing, or
I
do.

The truth is this: the guys I meet are all well-educated, polite, and soft-spoken.

What I secretly crave is an
alpha male
, someone like the aliens in my fantasies. Someone who abducts me, rips off my clothes, and then
fucks me hard
in their spaceship.

Today is another boring day. I just got a promotion from bank teller to financial consultant. I get an office, and higher pay. I also get to work later with no overtime. Goody.

It’s seven-thirty before I get to leave; by the time I make it through my commute home, I’m totally exhausted. Oh, and I’ve brought work home with me.

But first, dinner. I flop onto my couch with my KFC Go Cup. The drumstick smells greasy and delicious. It’s not the best to take in so many extra calories, but I can always go train to work off the pounds.

And anyway, tonight is going to be as busy as hell.  I’ve got to prepare a few profiles for tomorrow morning.  If I can’t get them done, my boss Howard is going to kill me.

Howard’s a total ass.  He always tries to get in my pants.  I have no problem with that.  But he has a wife already, who happens to work in the same building.  That makes me feel sick.  I don’t want to fuck her husband and then say
hi
to her like nothing ever happened. 

“Why do you want me?” I asked him once.

“Your tits.” His eyes roamed along my deep cleavage.  After a while, he added, “Your ass, too.”

He’s so fucking right.  I have huge boobs and my ass is full and firm.  Except for the few extra pounds I carry, my body is pretty damn nice.   Unfortunately, Howard is far away from an alpha male.  I don’t think he can last long enough to give me even one orgasm. 

I finish my chicken and turn on my laptop.  The huge number of emails in my mailbox almost gives me a heart attack.   I’ve responded to all the emails before leaving the office but now they’ve piled up again. My evening is doomed.

Soon, my eyes are super sore.  I rub them a few times, typing fast.

Soft moonlight comes in from the window.  It’s a perfect evening to go out. 
Heck, I wish I could do that.
  I suck my lips and type faster. 

Soon, the moonlight becomes a bit… too strong.  I raise my eyes and see sharp beams slicing through the sky.  What the heck is going on?  Is it an airplane flying by?

Within seconds, the light becomes so strong that I have to look away. Is this fucking plane going to crash on me? 

I feel my body lightening, and my arms begin to rise of their own volition.  Soon, my entire body is lifting off the couch. I’m actually floating! 
This must be a dream.
  I tell myself.  

I pinch myself hard, and it freaking hurts. Hell no, this is
not
a dream!    

I’m drifting towards the window.  I’m about to slowly crash into the glass. If I somehow break through and die what would the news say? “Woman Twenty three plummets to her death through apartment window.”

I scream as I speed up towards the glass, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Suddenly, I am through, floating above the street like the glass never existed.  I look down and see the city.  Everything is tiny as I look down from my apartment on the 42nd floor.  

My body is drifting higher and higher.  Soon, the city is far away.  Then even the clouds are beneath me.  It’s getting cold.  Very cold.

I look up and see the bright light guiding my flight: it’s from the bottom of a huge space ship. 

Aliens!

LEILA

I’ve read so many sci-fi romance fictions on my Kindle.  I know exactly what’s going to happen: an alien, or a few, will exam my body.  They will remove all my clothes and measure everything, including my boobs and pussy—or
vagina,
a term more suitable for their scientific research. 

Then things will turn romantic.  A chief alien will want to have sex with me.  He may or may not ask for my permission.   

I never believed in aliens.  So I’ve never imagined having sex with an alien.  But now, I’m so scared yet so excited.  I’m kind of expecting it.  Well, if that has to happen, let it happen to me tonight. 

Is the alien a tiny, green creature?  Does he smell bad?  Hopefully not.  Hopefully he is huge and rough, with a cock of fifteen inches, or more...

“Ouch!” My head hits something.  It’s the roof of a metal room.  Then my body drops to the floor, earning me another grunt of pain.

I lie on my back and cover my nose right away because it smells like shit.  The lights are dim.  The walls are all metal.  I see a few ugly creatures looking down on me.  They are a bit shorter than me, but well built.  Their bodies are dark purple, and covered with wrinkles.  Their funny looking ears wiggle.  Their tiny eyes are shining with green light.

Hell, no.  This is anything but romantic. 

What are they going to do to me?  Are they going to strip me for their ‘scientific research’ and then have sex with me?  This is gross!   

I move my arms and legs.  Good, they work fine.  I look at them with a smirk, ignoring the soreness on my body. 

The biggest alien is about a hundred pounds at the most.  I can easily send him to the floor with one blow.   Heck, I’ve never tried my self-defense for real.  But I’m sure I’ll have to put it to good use tonight.

A short, most wrinkled alien steps closer, looking at me with extreme care.  I watch his every move, readying my body for a quick punch.

He turns to the other aliens, issuing a sudden burst of sharp whistles.  A few aliens respond with more whistling.   They nod and laugh.  Hell, are they making dirty jokes?

After a few minutes, the short alien bends down, looking at my lower body.  I see a bulge on his green pants.   Oh, man, this gross thing does want to fuck me.

I give a mean look, trying to stare him down.

He ignores my warning glare, bending down further, as he sniffs hard.  His lumpy fingers are approaching my crotch.  I see at least seven or eight of them, or maybe more.

“Go to hell!” I roar, sending my fist into his ugly face.

The alien tumbles away with a deafening whistle. I jump up. Within seconds, two more aliens drop to the floor.

The other aliens step back, uncertain, and this is my opportunity to take an offensive position.

I step over and swing my fist, sending a blow to a fat alien.  He ducks, my fist misses him by about an inch or two.  Fuck, this fat ass knows how to fight.

As I pull back for a new attack, I feel a sudden pain tighten my chest.  A sharp light beam disables my eyesight for a few moments.  Heck, is that from a laser gun or something?

I drop to the floor, gasping.  The aliens gather again, staring at me.  I try to stand up, but my arms and legs feel so heavy. 

The short alien stumbles close, whistling a few times to the fat one.   Soon, the fat alien waves his arm.   The other aliens grab my body and drag me on the floor.

“I can walk myself, you fucking assholes,” I yell and struggle. But they won’t pay any attention to me.   

They open a door and drag me in.  They toss me on the floor, go out, lock the door, and then leave.

It takes me a while to get used to the darkness.  There is a soft orange light emanating from the ceiling.

It’s a big room.  The door is made of thick iron bars like in jail.  The hallway is all dark.

I see some bodies on the floor.  Are they dead?  I’m not sure.  After a few moments, one of the bodies turns to the other side.  Still alive.  There are at least thirty bodies in the room, all sleeping.

Maybe they are Earth people captured by the aliens like me?

I sit up, rubbing my temples.  My head hurts like hell.  I stand and walk, trying to stretch out my sore muscles.

“Ouch!” My head bumps onto the iron beam on the roof.  The room is barely high enough for me to stand straight.  I let out a curse and rub my head.

“Hi, there.” I turn and see a woman sitting on the floor, not far away from me.

“Hi.” I’m so happy to see someone I can talk to.  I walk over and sit beside her.

“I’m Darcy.” She gives me a smile.

“I’m Leila.  Nice to meet you.” I smile back.

“Nice to meet you too, Leila.”  She stops for a moment and then continues, “Let me guess.”

“Guess… what?”

“You’re single, right?”

“Right.   How did you know?”

“Between eighteen and twenty four, right?”

“Ah-huh.”

“No kids?”

“Ah… no.  How did you know?” I ask again.

“See these girls?” she gestures to the prone figures on the ground, “We’re all like that.”

“You mean… the aliens caught young single women and keep them in this… cage?”

“Exactly.”

“What are they going to do to us?” My heart races much faster. 

“They sell us for money.”

“Are you serious?” My eyes widen.

“Yup.” She points at a tiny earring.  “See this?  They give it to me so that I can understand their language.  They want me to listen to their orders and pass them to the girls.”

“Oh my gosh.”  I’m so shocked.  “Where are they going to sell us to?”

“Don’t know.  Some remote planet, I guess.”

“What the fuck,” I mumble.