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Neither did the next.
The tall alien chirped in what seemed like approval.
He plucked a seemingly random woman from the group, and forced her to step a few paces forward, forming a new line.
My heart pounded inside my chest. All the women he picked were drop-dead gorgeous and a surreptitious glance down to his loins reinforced my new fears as the bulge between his legs grew obscenely bigger.
I still wore my now-ripped pencil skirt, which had at some point been white and accentuated my long legs. My boss had always insisted on us women showing off ourassetsat work, and as much as I had hated it, it had worked. I had made a decent living.
My blouse, generously cut open before, was tattered and showed more of my lacy bra than I liked at this point, and with my arms tied behind my back my chest not only poked out more, I knew it made the buttons keeping the material together strain.
An ensemble that had once been made to entice a customer might now become my downfall and for the hundredth time I cursed myself for not having even tried to get back to my apartment to change into something more suitable for an apocalypse.
The alien came to a halt in front of me. He was at least a head taller than me, but a lot narrower. His shark-like eyes perused me and landed, as I had feared,on my cleavage. He made a very human-like whistling sound and his three-fingered hand moved forward to push, surprisingly gently, the material of my blouse aside.
Fire rose through me, turning my face a few shades redder in embarrassment. I nearly recoiled, but one glimpse at the still-unmoving form of the woman who had dared to defy him quickly convinced me to hold still. There were worse things in the world than being fingered by this vile creature—or so I tried to tell myself.
His clawed fingers moved across the exposed flesh over my bra and I shuddered. Then three long fingers pressed against my breast, cupped and squeezed it, and I flinched in pain.
Next, both of his hands surrounded my hips, and he brought them forward to meet his. To the loud chirping laughter of the others, he lewdly moved my hips back and forward in a fast motion to meet the bulge by his hips.
Sweat trickled down all over me and my face burned even more in embarrassment, along with a mix of fury and fear. My impotence to do anything about my situation nearly froze me. I was a modern woman, had been raised to not allow any man to touch me like this. But nobody had prepared me on how to handle something like this.
The alien said something in his chirping voice and forced me to step forward with the other women, but hedidn't allow me to stop there. Instead he moved me a few paces ahead of them, making my heart beat even harder.
Was I going to get raped by aliens?
I steeled myself, I might have been submissive so far, but I much preferred to be shot by one of those blasters, than to be raped by these creatures.
Behind me the tall alien continued his inspections and from the sound of shuffled steps I was able to tell when he forced another woman from the line, but only three more joined mine.
In the end there were six of us who were prodded forward into yet another hallway and into yet another room. More aliens in silver uniforms mingled here. One pulled me forward first, slammed my back into a polished wall so hard that all the air was pushed out of my lungs. Three fingers encircled my throat in an obvious threat, while his other hand held a knife which he used to cut my clothing away.
A scream next to me announced the same treatment to the other women and tears gathered in my eyes for our helplessness.
I could have resisted as he cut off my skirt, could have risked being impaled by his knife, but God help me, I didn't want to die. And that acknowledgment hurt more than anything.
I wasn't sure what I wantedto live for, but I sure as hell wasn't ready to give up yet and die. So I endured the creature as he exposed my body, curiously played his fingers first through my hair on top of my head and then through the narrow strip of pubic hair I had left after my last shave.
Loud chirping chitter-chatter broke out as the other aliens cupped the other women's pubic hair. They had obviously never seen anything like this before and I tried to soothe myself that I was being treated more like a curious animal that had just been discovered, than a sex object. Or so I tried to tell myself.
"What are they going to do to—" The woman's question was cut off by a fist to her stomach. Panting, she bent over. The alien who had hit her uttered a chirping, sharp command and it didn't take a genius to understand they didn't like it when we talked.
I swallowed and allowed the alien to shove me forward against another wall. Suddenly water poured down on me and I shrieked. Another alien stepped forward with something akin to a hose, but it was silver and slithered like a snake as it began to spray me with a soap-like substance from head to toe. I stood still, unwilling to be punched for refusing to be washed. My mind turned blessedly numb while he applied the soap-dispenser thing to my hair.
Abruptly I was pulled and put into a corner, where a quick, hard blow of air from above instantly dried me, including my hair.
Then I waited until the next woman endured the same procedure, and the next. When we were done, they prodded our still-naked bodies forward. We entered an opulently decorated hall filled with more of the gray aliens, but these ones didn't wear silver suits. Instead they wore fine, metallic, shimmering garbs in all colors of the rainbow. Many of them turned to stare at us, but some were so deep in conversation with one another, they simply ignored us. Still, being paraded around naked, unable to cover myself even with my hands, made my face flame in embarrassment and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole so I could escape this humiliation.
I spotted a set of wide steps straight ahead of us, leading up to a shimmering throne, occupied by what had to be the leader of these aliens, possibly a king.
A few steps down from him stood a man straight out of a dream and I wasn't sure yet if it was a good or bad dream. He was taller, easily the tallest person in the entire hall. His bare chest was impossibly muscled. Chiseled and hard-looking, like a rock, came to my mind, even in my stressed-out state. Or maybe because of it—it gave me something else to think about besides my nakedness.
His biceps bulged, and when I took a closer look I noticed why. His hands were fisted by his side as if he, like me, didn't like being here. In a strange way it felt assuring to me.
A black fur coat covered his back, thick, muscular legs were encased in tight leather pants, and a long, broad sword hung from a belt on his hips.
His face looked just as chiseled as his body. It was the most male-looking face I had ever laid eyes on and try as I might, I couldn't look away, not even when I reminded myself where I was and why.
