Chapter 1 - Taken

 

"Bollocks!" I yelled, as my unit came to a halt.

It had been a bad day from the start. I was ten minutes late for work, then I needed diesel, the driver before me hadn't filled up the tank, as he was supposed to do, and I was on a timed schedule. It was on a long haul from Birmingham to Achnachreemore, where ever the fuck that is, with someone's homely possessions.

The unit was one of the older ones, and I had to work on maps, there was no GPS, so from Glasgow I headed north to Oban, then it was via just maps, and weird town names to follow. I was well on my way; I had gone through Rannoch Moor.

During the daylight, and on a sunny day; I am sure this is a lovely, picturesque area, but it was night, and in the rain, it was miserable, bleak, and unforgiving.

I knew I had a problem, when the fuel left for me, got me as far as Carlisle, when it should have got me to Glasgow, I filled up and now the tank was empty, my fault I had checked it, but with the heavy rain and poor visibility, I had not checked it recently, concentrating on the road, it had not got me as far as the first lot either so there was a leak, and it was getting worse. There had to be a hole in the fuel tank, or line.

At eleven at night, reaching the end of my driving time allowance, tired and fed up with all the mishaps of the day, I was not the least bit interested in the scenery, just finishing the job. I had an over night stop, then first thing in the morning I was to unload the furniture at the customers new home, and now the unit had stopped dead, no fuel.

I cursed the mechanic, I had told him that this would happen, but always trying to save money to keep the boss happy, he had not replaced the line. Now I was stuck out in the middle of no-where, with no phone, and in pouring rain.

According to my map there was a village about two, may be three miles down the road. I just had to hope that I could get a mechanic there to fix my unit, or a phone, yes I know, this is when you can put a mobile to good use, but I had forgotten to charge mine, hadn't I, which would not have helped, because there was no signal. The map had a foot note on it saying the Mac Donald clan home. So there may even be a big house, and plenty of help. At least that was still true, they would turn out to help me, stranded as I was that was the warm nature, of the Scots.

I locked up the unit, not that I expected any other vehicle, or thief to be on this remote stretch of road, but that was what you did, hazard lights on, and lock it up, and I set out. The rain, well it was more scotch mist, a steady, wetting drizzle, making visibility poor, which turned into a down pour, I hadn't gone more than fifty yards, and I was soaked.

"I'll kill that fucking bastard when I get my hands on him," I yelled out loud to no-one.

By the time I had covered no more than a hundred yards, my boots squelched as they filled up with the water that now ran in rivers down my trouser legs.

The sun was shining, when I left Birmingham, and like a fool, I hadn't taken my waterproofs, what do you expect in the middle of summer, with sun forecast for the week, a heat wave the met office had said, but not here in the Highlands of Scotland. Oh no, rain, torrential, driven rain, it was like going from summer to winter in the space of eight hours.

Tired, hungry and fed up, I stomped my way down the hill. The rain now ran in rivulets along the channels, if it wasn't for the camber of the road draining the water to the sides, it would be a river in no time, and considering that I was now going down a one in four hill, this would be a waterfall.

I couldn't believe my luck when a car pulled up alongside me, and the window was wound down.

"It's usual to get undressed when you are taking a shower, you know," the gorgeous blonde said.

Whether it was the appearance of the car, and I just imagined her beauty, or whether she was a model, I don't know, but what a welcoming sight, she was.

I looked into the car, and there were two more of them, all as pretty as a picture. The one in the back opened the rear door for me to get in.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked.

"I broke down up the road a bit, and I was hoping that the village up ahead had a phone, so that I can ring for help," I said calmly, as I dripped onto the seat and floor.

"Where, there is no village up ahead, well not for oh twenty or thirty miles," the driver replied confused.

"Yes, here on the map see, the Mac Donald clan," I replied.

"That is in ruins after the Glencoe massacre, never re-inhabited, come on we'll take you to the next town," she said, adding, "Bet your thirsty, here have some water."

I took the bottle thankfully, I was very thirsty for some reason, and took a long draught from it.

We set off, I was just so grateful for getting out of the rain, and into the warmth of the car I almost fell asleep, my soggy clothes clung to me, waves of light headedness, made my sleepiness even more demanding, but she was talking to me again, the one in the back seat, now next to me.

"Have you travelled far, today?" she asked, striking up a conversation.

"Erm, oh, sorry, I don't know why, but I feel very drowsy, it has been a long hard day. I was reaching the end of my driving time when the fuel line burst, and yes, well, normal for me that is, from Birmingham," I replied sleepily.

"Oh, that is a long way, no wonder you are tired, if I am disturbing you, please, say," she said, with concern in her voice.

I replied that she wasn't, she was, but you don't like to say that, do you? I mean they were being so kind, in taking me to the next village, the least I could do was stay awake.

"My-m-my-na-m," I started to speak, but the words just didn't come, my arms were so heavy, and my legs, I couldn't move.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride," she said soothingly.

I did, and allowed my eyes to close, she was a very good driver, if I hadn't known better, I would have thought we were flying, there was no road sound, no being thrown about as you cornered, just a gentle sway, that if anything, made me more sleepy.

It was funny, although I was sleepy, I could hear every word; they were speaking in Chinese I think, at double speed, or was I dreaming, and if so, was it a dream, when I felt a hand gently squeezing my biceps and thighs.

The door opened, and I was being carried out of the car, had it stopped? I don't remember that, what was going on? I was laid onto something hard, and my clothes were removed, then straps were fastened around me, and my hands were strapped to the table, erm, trolley, and I was on the move again.

We went down a brightly lit corridor, had we had an accident, it most certainly looked like a hospital corridor, and just to my left was a woman in a white coat. She had her hand on the edge of the trolley. I moved my gaze to the person pushing the trolley, and I couldn't see her face, for the two projectiles, that wobbled above my face, as she walked along, pushing me.

All I remember about this, was that I would love to bury my head in those, and why, was I naked, and being pushed down a hospital corridor? I didn't hurt anywhere, and ok they would have removed my wet clothes, but then usually they put a gown on you for dignity, but I was butt naked.

Again the voices, like rapid Chinese, I couldn't make a word out. It was only a few seconds, I think, before we turned through double doors that opened automatically, and into a sterile room, with a large light above my head, like in operating theatres. My arms felt heavy, like lumps of lead, but even so I was well strapped to the trolley, ankles, thighs, wrists, waist, and chest, all strapped down.

They must have crashed, and I am in hospital, this was how ambulance men carried their charges, to ensure that they didn't fall during transit. They would soon come and release me, then check me over, and perhaps because of being so drowsy, keep me in overnight, for observation.

I was sure that after one night, they would release me; I wasn't hurt, at all, or didn't feel I was unless it was my head but that didn't hurt either. I wondered how the three beauties had faired, I hoped they weren't injured, perhaps it was because I hadn't put my seat belt on that I was knocked out, and they were alright.

I hoped that was the case, I would have to ask the first person that came in, about them.

"Hello," a very pretty woman in a white coat said to me, as she peered down on me.

"Hum, a, h, hum," I mumbled, why, couldn't I speak?

"You are in good hands, don't try and speak, just relax; I have one or two tests to carry out to see if you are suitable, now relax; that's it," she said soothingly.

I heard the sound of rubber gloves being snapped on, and then she was standing over me again, and pushing her fingers into my bottom, absentmindedly.

"This won't hurt at all, and you may even like it," she said with a smile, which lit her beautiful face up.

There was a small conversation with another person; I couldn't see in the room, and then another gorgeous woman came, and gazed down on me, smiling

What type of hospital was this? All the staff I had seen so far were, gorgeous women. They all smiled; a smile that lit their beautiful faces up, like a star burst; it glowed, and made me feel very relaxed, and safe.

She checked me over, took my temperature, listened to my chest, and checked my blood pressure, all the usual things you would expect from a physical check at a hospital.

Then it went rather, well randy. Is that the word for it? She took my manhood in her gloved hand, and started to, wow, yes I like that. Better if I were free to reciprocate, but she soon had an erection, and she was rubbing my manhood firmly, faster and faster till I erupted into a pot. She screwed the lid on the pot, and handed it to one of the other people in the room. The numbers seem to have grown, and then she smiled at me, what type of physical was this? That has never happened before, is it injured?

"Ok, just wait for the results, then we can transfer you," she said smiling as she brushed my forehead with her hand, now free of the rubber glove.

"W, hum, w," I said.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, just relax, we will soon have the results, and then we will move you to another room, to await transportation. If we get the right results that is, if not, you won't even know you have been here," she said, still stroking my brow.

That comment confused me more than ever, why wouldn't I know I had been there? I also wondered why, if they got the right results they would move me, surely if they got the right results; they would send me home, wouldn't they?

There was the rapid Chinese again, and she smiled at me and said, "The results are fine, we are transferring you now."

The busty woman took hold of the trolley, and removed the brake, and I was again being pushed along the corridor flanked now by, two beauties. They all bore the same Mediterranean beauty, the tanned skin, bright eyes, high cheek bones, full lips, and ample breasts, all the makings of a model, well in my eyes; that is.

I remembered stopping, and walking, I also remembered being picked up, but after that, I wondered if I was dreaming? The nurse wanking me off, all the nurses were beauties, and looked like sisters, all related. This must be a dream, it has to be, I'm still in the back of the car asleep, but why lucid thoughts, then?

It was a short journey to the other room, a long, and thin room with glass tubes lining each wall, all filled with steam, well that is what it looked like, a cloud trapped in a bottle. There was a metallic click, and they lifted me off the trolley, still fastened to the now stretcher, and stood me upright.

A metallic click below me, and they let go, the tube now descended around me, and there was another metallic click over my head, and the cloud started to fill my tube. I began to panic, what sort of treatment was this, what was wrong with me; it must be a, then nothing.

I came to, still strapped to the stretcher, and on a trolley, and again surrounded by more of these beautiful women.

How many were there in this family? I was being pushed along another hospital corridor, we turned a corner, and into a room, where another woman put the rubber gloves on, and again took hold of my manhood.

This was not like the last time, this was clinical. She never spoke to me, just made me come into a plastic jar, and then walk away with it.

I can tell you I was getting worried, very worried, the other woman had said that everything was alright, and now they were redoing the tests, why, what was wrong with me? If I was infertile, why had she said that I was fine, why weren't they talking to me, was it so serious? What was wrong with my cock that was where they were concentrating their efforts, and tests?

"W-w-hum, w," I tried to speak, she ignored me.

The now familiar Chinese rapid talk, and I was wheeled out, and into another room, where a woman, yes ok, a beautiful woman, another look alike, was reading a chart, and looking at me, then she came over, and sat down beside me.

She pressed a button on her watch, and started to speak.

"Ok, you have passed all the tests, now all that remains is for us to find you suitable mates," she said.

Yes you read it, suitable mates, as in plural, more than one. I coughed, and found my voice.

"Erm, you, what, please explain?" I asked confused.

She looked at me, I wouldn't say as if in shock, but stunned, perhaps.

"You have the honour of being selected to mate with our women, let me explain. Some fifteen years ago a female government official, took it into her head that we didn't need men. She decided that we had a big enough gene pool to keep the species alive. Then, she stupidly killed off all the males, well made them infertile, and then killed them off. This suited the then government, but not the people, and we have come to realise that we need, males.

So we searched the galaxy for a planet where the life forms were a match for us, and it turned out to be your planet. There are differences, we live much longer than you do, and only reach sexual maturity in our, well to you it would be forties.

I am thirty-one, and just starting to get, well to change from sexual infancy, into a woman of sexual maturity. This takes us ten to fifteen years. So I will not be able to have children for another say ten years, at least," she informed me.

"Oh, I see, so you kidnapped me, and want me to make your women pregnant. Great that is a job I can do, just lead the way love, let the dog see the rabbit. You didn't need to kidnap me, I would have come willingly," I said eager to get to work, she could have been first, but it was obvious that she wasn't ready yet, from what she had said.

"We have to make sure that one you are fertile, which you are, and two, that your gene pool is a match for our women, and don't forget you are not on earth anymore, you are sixty light years away, and have been in stasis for a year, that tube. So we have to make sure that it hasn't done any harm to your gene pool," she said.

"You mean there is life out there, take me to your leader," I said jokingly.

"Hum, very drole, and you will never meet them, we have a hierarchy; the principle governor is a level twelve. I, as a scientist am a level six, women that do not work, just I don't know, laze about say, are a level zero, robbers, prisoners; yes, we have them as well, are a level minus four, you, are a level, minus six. Now do you honestly think that a level twelve would even stop, to piss on, a level minus six? No you will be assigned to a fertilisation area, and taken from house to house, where a suitable gene match has been found, you will then make her pregnant, you may have as many as six or seven women to make pregnant. As one becomes pregnant a new one will be given to you, and so on, gestation here is eighteen of your earth months," she told me factually, without any emotion at all.

"So, I am to become a stud, yes that will suit me, but can't I pick the women, I fuck?" I asked.

"Most certainly not!" she said angrily, "We don't have to like you, we just need your sperm, it will not be candle light dinners and sex. You will be taken to the sex room, and she will come in, and she will fuck you, as you put it. All we need is that," she said indicating my penis, "or what it contains, your sperm."

"Sorry, excuse me, but we do it slightly differently to that were I come from," I said agitated, "We caress the woman, bring her to a moment of ecstasy, sweet talk her, before we fuck her," I said, just as forcefully.

The very idea, no foreplay, just up it comes, on she gets, wham bang thank you mister, and away, that is no fun.

"Well you won't be doing that here, after about five years, if you produce enough offspring, then we may select a woman for you to mate with, on a more permanent basis, and have a family, we are trying to bring that back in, but first we need offspring, male offspring, and that, is what you are here for," she said bluntly.

"So when do you release me from this contraption," I said.

"Once you are secure," she said, now disinterested in me, and reading and writing notes on her pad, and finally, walking away.

"Hey, don't leave me, tell me more," I said eager to bring her back, but to no avail, she just walked away, writing as she went.

Two women came in, and I was off again to another room, this time they talked in that language, which I now realised, was not Chinese at the speed of sound, but their language. One of them, I won't bore you telling you of their prettiness. I have never seen so many pretty women, in so many places, at so many times, they were everywhere, and looking the same, almost identical.

I began to wonder if they were clones, copies of copies, which does not work; every copy reduces the quality slightly.

It may not be the sort of sex I was used to, but by god I had a hard on thinking about them, and I was happy with the thought that they were to be all mine. It was like being in a harem, twenty, thirty beautiful women, all waiting to be fucked by me, it can't be so bad. I mean, fondling young firm ample breast, whilst you rammed Jimmy home, a short rest, then on to the next one, for the same again.

It was a dream come true, hang on, no, she didn't fit in, this was not how it was supposed to be, what had happened to her.

Where was the trim waist, the shapely legs, the boobs were still there, bigger than ever now, flopping about as she walked towards me, smiling, followed by one of the beauties, that's better.

"Introductions are not necessary," she said to me, and then to the woman, "Would you like me to lower the trolley?" she asked

The woman replied in their tongue, but the pretty one, the one with the chart, spoke in English.

"Ok, he is all yours, just remember to wash him after use, we don't want a dirty penis, do we?" she said, and walked away.

Two-ton Tessie was a light weight, compared to her, yet they weren't ripples of fat, it was more firm. I later found out, that was how they knew they were now ready to have children.

As I have said, they were not from Earth, and so developed differently, here they grew a womb, full sized, and the baby grew within that space, unlike women on earth, where their womb grew with the child.

This obese look, lasted for a good ten years, till they could no longer have children, then as it turned out, they went back, and looked like older, but still very pretty women. It made their faces fatten out, and destroyed their good looks, but it was for a limited time. It was also quite normal for the women to have twins, or even triplets, meaning that they could have in ten years, as many children more or less, as a woman from earth.

I won't tell you about the act itself, except to say that it was the worst sex I have ever had, it was as I said earlier. She got an erection, how I'll never know, it was the fastest I have ever had one, and then sat on me, and that was that, no movement, just ripples going up and down my penis, internal muscles, perhaps? I don't know, just that after a very short time it was over, and she was off me and getting dressed. She then picked up a bowl of hot soapy water, and washed me, in readiness for the next one.

The woman in the white coat re-entered, and they spoke, whilst they looked at me, they seemed to be talking about me; you know that feeling you get when you are being talked about.

The woman in the white coat was making notes, and nodding every now and then, they didn't look happy, yet they didn't seem to be disappointed, if that is what I could call it, perfunctory, a clinical talk about my abilities.

The woman in the white coat now came over to me, and fitted a collar around my neck, and used what I can only describe as an electric screw driver to secure it, then ran a box over it, and pressed a few buttons, nodded, and picked up a hypodermic syringe. She injected me in both arms, and then left us, me, and my first mate.

My first mate now pressed a button on her watch, and came over to me.

"What is that on your wrist?" I asked, why of all the questions I had rolling around in my head, I asked that one, I'll never know.

"That, oh that's a translator, I speak in my normal tongue, and you hear it in yours, and visa versa. Now I have to tell you what she has done, before I can release you. In your arm are two electrodes, and if you go near a woman not ready for having children, it will give you a shock, see from this arm, to this one, not very painful, it is really to warn you, that you are close to a woman that is not available, OK," she said, and waited till I said, "OK."

"This around your neck is a constrictor, it is electronically operated, and if you leave the compound you are going to, then it constricts, and chokes you, just until you pass out, then we can pick you up easily. We wouldn't want to kill you, would we, we need you.

When we have picked you up, we then bring you back here, and give you another injection, because the mild one isn't having an effect, so we boost the shock, erm, let me see, like a Tsasser, is it? The ones the police use to stun you, and then the constrictor starts to choke you again, till you pass out, that way it is easier for us to find you in a heap, by the gate. Again you are brought back here and another injection. This time as the Americans say on Earth, it is three strikes and you are out. If you leave the compound, the shock will stop your heart, and the constrictor will choke you to death, then all we need to do; is dig a big hole, and drop you in it.

A loss to us, but we cannot spend all our time chasing you, so you have just three chances. Also if you get too close to a woman not ready for child birth, then it will shock you, which, is why she had to leave, from now on, you will spend your time in our company," she said calmly.

"So, where will I live, and what about clothes?" I asked.

"Where, is simple, in the compound, don't worry you will be told where, it may change, as we move you from woman to woman.

Clothes, you won't need them, why put them on just to take them off again, and seeing you naked may just help the new women to come into season, that's what you call it, isn't it when a female is ready to be fertilised?" she said in a matter-of-fact way.

"W-well, yes, but it's a bit unemotional, erm, clinical, isn't it? Isn't there love here, emotions?" I asked.

"We are not lesbian, we are heterosexual, and without a male where can we find love, as you call it. Males, have but one use, that of fertilising the female. Why keep one for life, when you can only use them for a short ten-year period. Oh sorry, our years, are one and a half times the length of yours, so to you, that is a fifteen-year period," she said calmly.

"So my five-year stint, is like seven and a half years?" I asked.

"Yes, but that is only when you can pick a mate to live with, out of the ones selected for you, and you will still be expected to fertilise several other women, seeing as your mate is no-longer able. You will not be given a fertile one, just one that has passed through that period, you will not be able to have offspring by her," she said, now undoing the straps, "OK, I think we have covered everything, the injections have now settled, and are on," she said, glancing at a machine on the wall, to check.

"I-I, well, I am stunned, you are so clinical, so matter of fact about it, love making is a wonderful thing," I said, in a daze, as her comments sank in, "So if I get a shock when close to a female not able to have children, it will be agony to marry one, won't it?" I asked.

"You don't believe that crap about love making do you; it serves a purpose that is all. With regard to your other point, we adjust the requirement in the band, immature females, can have bad side effects from intercourse, which post fertile females, do not have," she said calmly.

I yelled, and fell to the floor, my arms clamped by my sides as the shock ripped across my chest; I thought I was having a heart attack.

"Get out; you stupid girl, can't you see the light is on, it is a green area, I have a new male here," she shouted, and I just saw a woman in a white coat disappearing out of the door, as she helped me up, "see, just a minor shock," she commented off hand.

"Minor! I thought I was having a fucking heart attack, minor," I yelled at her.

"Now calm down, it didn't hurt that much, did it," she said calmly.

"My arms clamped by my side, my chest exploded, I collapsed to the floor, and that is minor," I said angrily.

"Well, now at least you know what to expect, don't you, keep away from non-available women," was all she said, no apology, no comfort in my distressed state, just a warning.