The Invasion (SexyWriter and Minderbinder)

She'd lost track of how much time had passed. Hours? A day? Time didn't seemed to flow at all in the cramped, dimly lit chamber. Still, it didn't matter much, did it? The only fate that awaited her was something terrifying, of that Len could only assume. The young lady, barely even nineteen, was strewn across a cold slab of a table. Both ankles and wrists were bound tightly by metal clasps, and despite a couple hours worth of struggling they hadn't budged even the slightest inch. A faint sheen of sweat covered her smooth form, naked aside from undergarments, and even now she could hear her heart gently drumming against her chest. There was barely anything more she could do now, the young lady knew that all to well, and yet even still she tried to garner enough strength for another struggle. The...creatures that had taken her (and so many more) had taken considerable care to strip her of anything that'd offer the girl even the faintest glimmer of escape, and simple exhaustion made her muscles throb. But even still, she had to do something. Better to die trying to escape, than to just wait and see what the beasts had in mind for her...

Through grit teeth she pressed her already chafed wrists against the iron clasps, the grimace of hers growing all the more apparent, her stomach growing taught as the muscles tightened. And yet, once more, it was for nothing. "Dammit," The words were barely a hiss, a faint sigh drifting from her lips as her body grew limp once more. Was this really it? Was she really going to be stuck in this goddamned ship? Dark brown eyes narrowed, her teeth baring as her attention shifted towards the massive that led out of the chamber. Even in the dimness, she could just barely through the crack. Just what were they planning?

Then the door to the chamber opened with the hiss of pneumatics, allowing access to two tall, spindly beings. Their skin was a light grey color, their eyes large and dark on their strange, angular heads. Long arms and long fingers seemed to match their thin body type. They wore only what looked like long lab coats as they moved toward the metal examining table their subject was bound to, wrists and ankles fastened at the top and bottom.

One of the beings, one with red markings on his lab coat, moved to a wall panel and tapped several buttons. A loud chirp went through the chamber, and the walls expanded slightly, making the room larger and allowing them more room. The other, with blue markings on his coat, pushed in a cart with strange equipment loaded onto it.

The pair communicated with each other in a strange language as they stood over the nearly nude woman, saying something or another. Then one reached to the cart and picked up a hinged collar, studded with lights and buttons, and went to secure it around her neck. It fastened with a click, then the blue-marked one pressed several buttons. A small shock surged through the collar.

"Can you understand me?" Red-Coat demanded.

Eyes widened as the door slid open with a hiss, the girl's heart beginning to pound as she finally laid eyes upon her captives. This was, perhaps, the closest she'd ever seen them. Back before, during the initial stages of the invasion she'd kept a wide berth, and during her initial capture she'd unconscious as well. Now up close, however, the dark-haired girl was hardly surprised by what she was seeing. Her stomach squirmed as they moved about, gray skin and almost stick-like fingers dancing about as one of them fumbled about with a cart full of various devices.

"Ugh..." Her features grew all the more pale, her struggling intensifying as the creature picked out a small collar and approached her. Her teeth grit, her knuckles whitening as it reached forth, a faint click able to be heard as the collar was strapped around her neck. What in the hell...? What was it d-

"Augh!" She didn't get to finish that thought, as pain flared through her body. It wasn't exactly a huge amount of pain, but even so the sudden shock had taken her by surprise. Features drawn back in a wince, it'd take her a moment to realize that one of the creatures had begun to talk to her.

"Ah..." Her eyes widening, head lolling to face the figure. "You...you can speak English...?"

The creature grinned. "No. The collar, which functions as a behavior control and tracking device, also functions as a universal translator." He smirked, obviously very pleased by this little device, now securely clamped around her neck, with no possible way of removing it, at least for her. "It also will keep you in perfect health, give you whatever vitamins and minerals you require, medication, et cetera. This includes anything we determine you needing, such as birth control."

The other alien being began to speak. "Now, human. You obviously know your planet has fallen to our warships. You are now aboard a science vessel. Our primary export is in sex slaves, and we now need to determine if your race is suitable for that function. You will participate in many tests to determine this. You should hope to pass. Those that fail have no use to us." He said, no tone of anger or cruelty in his voice, simply stating the facts.

"Let us begin."