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LizBound
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2019
- Location
- Manchester UK
Hello Everyone.
Call me Liz, Lizzy, Elizabeth if you're feeling posh or if you wanted to tell me off!
I'm an old hand at forum based RP, but I might be a bit rusty and things he remight work a tad difefrentl. so bear with me.
First of all some likes and dislikes.
Likes:
Abduction - who doesn;t like to be kidnapped now and again.
Bondage - ropes, straps, belts, cuffs, leather, rubber, gags, blondfolds. It's all good!
Dressed up sex - stockings, lingerie, costumes, uniforms. Anything but totally naked. I'm not a fan of just skin on skin. Lingerie looks sexy for a reason! Let me keep some on.
Coercion- forced orgasm, orgasm control, forced dressing, blackmail, threats. make me do what you wnat because I have to, not because I want to. Noncon/dubcon/reluctant - I'm not going to be anyone's willing little sub!
Eroticism - sexy is fun. I prefer a partner who knows how to make a woman scream in the good way!
Literate - I'm not perfect. I make typoes and SPaG errors, but if we both try our best to minimise, I'll be happy.
Multi-para - I can write quite long posts. (se ebelow) but anything from 2-3 to many paras is fine.
Sex - yes please, and anything goes. V,O,A, DP, TP gang bangs.
Traps/tricks/sneakiness - if you are not into the direct appraoch, sneak up on me, Trick me, prank me, lyure me in then spring the trap!
Dislikes
Not a huge fan of fandom stuf unless its more literary like Harry potter or something like that.
Celebrities - prefer original characters.
Poo/pee/blood
Vore
Gore
Unrealistic bodies - huge boobs etc.
being overweight - I prefer some curves
Choking/throat fucking - not nice... feels awful.. generlaly makes me want to vomit. Not very sexy.
little kids
pregnancy - I will never undertsand why people think that could be sexy...
Willing to try
Tentacles
Aliens
Monsters
Moderate size diferences
elves/gnomes/halflings etc
extreme bondage - mummification etc, latex dolls and the like
drugged/addiction play
hypnosis/mind control/aphrodesiac
superheroes
young v old (me 15+, you 30 and up and up..)
old vs young (me 30-40, you 15+)
Periods and locations
Modern/contemprary
Steampunk
Fantasy
Gothic
Science fiction
Horror
Dark Urban (Modern day with angels, demons, vampires etc.)
Possible Characters
schoolgirl
goth girl
nun
girl next door
students
journalists
doctors
nurses
psychologists
angels
elves
ghost hunters
explorers
elegent ladies
nobility
babysitters
scientists
writers/artists
Possible Story Ideas
I play a pretty newly wed, or perhaps a year married.
She decides she wants to do one of those risque phot shoots for her husband on the sly. Something sexy and provocative.
She follows up on an ad she found in a magazine, or perhaps from a website, and ends up being pursuaded, after some time, to upgrade to a bondage shoot in lingerie.
Of course the photographer is going to get intoxicated on her and decides to use the images as blackmail instead, once he's fucked her of course.
Lots of options for various kinks here.
New story ideas
Idea 1 – The Lamp -Looking for male or maybe Futa
Idea 2 – Bridal Bondage
Idea 3 – Betrayal -Looking for male or maybe Futa*
*FUTA - note, if you want to play a futa, it's VITAL that:
A) Futa is not at all common. It's virtually unheard of.
B) I had no idea you were futa, i thought you were a girl.
Notes:
Call me Liz, Lizzy, Elizabeth if you're feeling posh or if you wanted to tell me off!
I'm an old hand at forum based RP, but I might be a bit rusty and things he remight work a tad difefrentl. so bear with me.
First of all some likes and dislikes.
Likes:
Abduction - who doesn;t like to be kidnapped now and again.
Bondage - ropes, straps, belts, cuffs, leather, rubber, gags, blondfolds. It's all good!
Dressed up sex - stockings, lingerie, costumes, uniforms. Anything but totally naked. I'm not a fan of just skin on skin. Lingerie looks sexy for a reason! Let me keep some on.
Coercion- forced orgasm, orgasm control, forced dressing, blackmail, threats. make me do what you wnat because I have to, not because I want to. Noncon/dubcon/reluctant - I'm not going to be anyone's willing little sub!
Eroticism - sexy is fun. I prefer a partner who knows how to make a woman scream in the good way!
Literate - I'm not perfect. I make typoes and SPaG errors, but if we both try our best to minimise, I'll be happy.
Multi-para - I can write quite long posts. (se ebelow) but anything from 2-3 to many paras is fine.
Sex - yes please, and anything goes. V,O,A, DP, TP gang bangs.
Traps/tricks/sneakiness - if you are not into the direct appraoch, sneak up on me, Trick me, prank me, lyure me in then spring the trap!
Dislikes
Not a huge fan of fandom stuf unless its more literary like Harry potter or something like that.
Celebrities - prefer original characters.
Poo/pee/blood
Vore
Gore
Unrealistic bodies - huge boobs etc.
being overweight - I prefer some curves
Choking/throat fucking - not nice... feels awful.. generlaly makes me want to vomit. Not very sexy.
little kids
pregnancy - I will never undertsand why people think that could be sexy...
Willing to try
Tentacles
Aliens
Monsters
Moderate size diferences
elves/gnomes/halflings etc
extreme bondage - mummification etc, latex dolls and the like
drugged/addiction play
hypnosis/mind control/aphrodesiac
superheroes
young v old (me 15+, you 30 and up and up..)
old vs young (me 30-40, you 15+)
Periods and locations
Modern/contemprary
Steampunk
Fantasy
Gothic
Science fiction
Horror
Dark Urban (Modern day with angels, demons, vampires etc.)
Possible Characters
schoolgirl
goth girl
nun
girl next door
students
journalists
doctors
nurses
psychologists
angels
elves
ghost hunters
explorers
elegent ladies
nobility
babysitters
scientists
writers/artists
Possible Story Ideas
I play a rich, spoiled British girl. Probably around the age of her 'coming out' which in the Uk is typically around the age of 16-18.
This does not have to take place in the Uk, could be anywhere.
She's used to lots of attention and I think she will be fairly sexually experienced but only in terms of getting what she wants. She has never gone down on a man and would think it vulgar and crass. Something the 'chavs' do.
At a party, possibly a university party or a society do' something goes down and my character ends up the centre of attention in a men only party. There are a few ways this could go down.
1 - the ex boyfriends - they club together to teach her a lesosn about how a woman should really act in the bedroom.
2 - the prank gone way too far - one of her rivals (female) will decide that MC needs to be taken down a peg or too and has arranged an ancounter with some men who have been told MC is going to be kidnapped as a prank. Perhaps she even tells them MCis into bondage and, if they tie her up real good, she might just suck their dicks and more.
3 - the darker option - she is targetted by a man or group of men due to her looks and status for a kidnapping. Of course once he/they have her things can go further, especially if your guy gets turned on by girls in bondage and decides to see how she tastes.
This does not have to take place in the Uk, could be anywhere.
She's used to lots of attention and I think she will be fairly sexually experienced but only in terms of getting what she wants. She has never gone down on a man and would think it vulgar and crass. Something the 'chavs' do.
At a party, possibly a university party or a society do' something goes down and my character ends up the centre of attention in a men only party. There are a few ways this could go down.
1 - the ex boyfriends - they club together to teach her a lesosn about how a woman should really act in the bedroom.
2 - the prank gone way too far - one of her rivals (female) will decide that MC needs to be taken down a peg or too and has arranged an ancounter with some men who have been told MC is going to be kidnapped as a prank. Perhaps she even tells them MCis into bondage and, if they tie her up real good, she might just suck their dicks and more.
3 - the darker option - she is targetted by a man or group of men due to her looks and status for a kidnapping. Of course once he/they have her things can go further, especially if your guy gets turned on by girls in bondage and decides to see how she tastes.
She decides she wants to do one of those risque phot shoots for her husband on the sly. Something sexy and provocative.
She follows up on an ad she found in a magazine, or perhaps from a website, and ends up being pursuaded, after some time, to upgrade to a bondage shoot in lingerie.
Of course the photographer is going to get intoxicated on her and decides to use the images as blackmail instead, once he's fucked her of course.
Lots of options for various kinks here.
New story ideas
Idea 1 – The Lamp -Looking for male or maybe Futa
I’m a pretty girl of around 19-20 years old. I work in a museum as an intern.
I am tasked with cleaning up a whole load of random ‘junk’ from a dig in Persia. Little do I know one of the items is the archetypal ‘Lamp’ complete with Genie.
The idea here is that, ‘like most genie stories’ the wishes come with a price. Wish one might be wealth and money, no noticeable issues, perhaps the Genie made a whole company shutdown in order to draw funds and nowt thousands are out of work, nit that my character knows ….yet
Wish number two might be something like health and beauty. The price will come for that one with wish 3
She wishes for the most intoxicating and utterly satisfying partner who will satiate her every desire. The thing is, she has never had good sex, every relationship has been poor. The reason is, she does not know what she wants but the Genie can see inside her soul and he knows her secret, so dark she even hides it from herself except on the darkest moments of her sexual fantasies. She craves bondage and fetish life. It’s deeply hidden but he see it, she needs to be kept bound and dressed in sexual outfits, forced to obey and to endure. The genie knows that the only way to truly grant her wish is to claim her as his own.
Bondage, sex, clothed sex, outfits and more. Dubcon,
I am tasked with cleaning up a whole load of random ‘junk’ from a dig in Persia. Little do I know one of the items is the archetypal ‘Lamp’ complete with Genie.
The idea here is that, ‘like most genie stories’ the wishes come with a price. Wish one might be wealth and money, no noticeable issues, perhaps the Genie made a whole company shutdown in order to draw funds and nowt thousands are out of work, nit that my character knows ….yet
Wish number two might be something like health and beauty. The price will come for that one with wish 3
She wishes for the most intoxicating and utterly satisfying partner who will satiate her every desire. The thing is, she has never had good sex, every relationship has been poor. The reason is, she does not know what she wants but the Genie can see inside her soul and he knows her secret, so dark she even hides it from herself except on the darkest moments of her sexual fantasies. She craves bondage and fetish life. It’s deeply hidden but he see it, she needs to be kept bound and dressed in sexual outfits, forced to obey and to endure. The genie knows that the only way to truly grant her wish is to claim her as his own.
Bondage, sex, clothed sex, outfits and more. Dubcon,
Idea 2 – Bridal Bondage
Real simple idea. On my wedding night something happens that means I’m abducted, kidnapped, or attacked in my bridal gear. My dress is pulled off me revealing my sexy white lingerie. I’m bound and brought to forced orgasm over and over again before being fucked. Works best in my head with two or more black assailants with me being pale and white and petite.
Could be very dark and my husband is also captured and threatened that unless I do everything you want, he’s going to be hurt.
Clothed bondage, gang bangs, forced orgasm. Noncon for sure. Dark themes.
Could be very dark and my husband is also captured and threatened that unless I do everything you want, he’s going to be hurt.
Clothed bondage, gang bangs, forced orgasm. Noncon for sure. Dark themes.
Idea 3 – Betrayal -Looking for male or maybe Futa*
We’ve been friends a long time. Pretty close, or so I thought. We grew up on the same street, went to the same school. There’s just one thing I never knew about you, you had only one girl in your life and that was me. Moreover, you’re a total bondage fanatic. You have dreams of me tied up and moaning as you use me. But I have shown very little interest in you, in fact, you get the impression I have settled on the fact you must be gay as you never seem to have had a girlfriend. (Of course you may have had practice with random encounters, and never told me)
The premise is you have had enough. I’m a woman now, and you want me. You are sure that, once you have me tied up, I’ll turn into the wanton sex slut you know I must surely be. Then you will finally show me the real you and I will be utterly smitten.
Your challenge is to figure out how to trick me into a situation where I will let you tie me up. Are you writing a book? Practising knots for scouts? Practising magic tricks? Maybe you finally have a girl but she’s into this stuff and you need someone to practice on so you don’t look a total dweeb?
Note, for this one, your character could be anything from 15+( I could be older), or we are the same age? (around 19-20?). You could be good looking or not. This works just as well if your character is a chubby, acne ridden goofball, or sht skinny nerd type with glasses.
Content: Dubcon/noncon initially, who know how things might go later on. Bondage with ropes, forced orgasms, dubcon sex/oral, could include a blackmail element where he records the whole thing so even if she says no he gets what he wants.
The premise is you have had enough. I’m a woman now, and you want me. You are sure that, once you have me tied up, I’ll turn into the wanton sex slut you know I must surely be. Then you will finally show me the real you and I will be utterly smitten.
Your challenge is to figure out how to trick me into a situation where I will let you tie me up. Are you writing a book? Practising knots for scouts? Practising magic tricks? Maybe you finally have a girl but she’s into this stuff and you need someone to practice on so you don’t look a total dweeb?
Note, for this one, your character could be anything from 15+( I could be older), or we are the same age? (around 19-20?). You could be good looking or not. This works just as well if your character is a chubby, acne ridden goofball, or sht skinny nerd type with glasses.
Content: Dubcon/noncon initially, who know how things might go later on. Bondage with ropes, forced orgasms, dubcon sex/oral, could include a blackmail element where he records the whole thing so even if she says no he gets what he wants.
*FUTA - note, if you want to play a futa, it's VITAL that:
A) Futa is not at all common. It's virtually unheard of.
B) I had no idea you were futa, i thought you were a girl.
The Booth – inspired by the inCase comic
OK this is a bit ‘out there’ but just an idea for a series of one shots that could be with different people. I could even do this as a thread with guest appearing in the thread.
My character would have commited a crime and has to work in a ‘booth’ to pay off her fine.
A man (or futa? But this would be rare) pays at the door of the booth and selects from a menu:
Handjob – 10$
Blowjob with ejaculation by hand- $20
Blowjob to completion - $30
We just play out the short scene, you select the payment and we RP the scene, you are free to add embellishments, conversation, etc.
We could, if you wish, add that the booth has two sides so she can be spitroasted.
OK this is a bit ‘out there’ but just an idea for a series of one shots that could be with different people. I could even do this as a thread with guest appearing in the thread.
My character would have commited a crime and has to work in a ‘booth’ to pay off her fine.
A man (or futa? But this would be rare) pays at the door of the booth and selects from a menu:
Handjob – 10$
Blowjob with ejaculation by hand- $20
Blowjob to completion - $30
We just play out the short scene, you select the payment and we RP the scene, you are free to add embellishments, conversation, etc.
We could, if you wish, add that the booth has two sides so she can be spitroasted.
The Cursed Coins – got this idea form somewhere.. but I can’t remember where so apologies if this was your idea.
In this one, you desire control over my character. You have access to a set of ten cursed coins. Once you give them to someone, they will desire more coins. With each additional coin you give them, the pull to have more grows stronger and stronger. Once all ten coins have been handed over, the curse is lifted.
A simple premise, you get me to take one coin and wait for the pull. It will start off a mild compulsion, but eventually she will be willing to do more and more perverse things to get another coin.
In this one, you desire control over my character. You have access to a set of ten cursed coins. Once you give them to someone, they will desire more coins. With each additional coin you give them, the pull to have more grows stronger and stronger. Once all ten coins have been handed over, the curse is lifted.
A simple premise, you get me to take one coin and wait for the pull. It will start off a mild compulsion, but eventually she will be willing to do more and more perverse things to get another coin.
teacher student bondage
Hermione and ghosts/magic
Hermione cosplay
Rapunzel bondage
Witch in trouble
femdom
teacher blackmail
inter-racial seduction
Hermione in trouble
more hogwarts trouble
in trouble with teacher
Bride in Bondage
Fairy Bondage
Spitroasted
Imps get revenge
Not sure why I like thiss but I do..
hero bound and fucked by imps
Hermione and ghosts/magic
Hermione cosplay
Rapunzel bondage
Witch in trouble
femdom
teacher blackmail
inter-racial seduction
Hermione in trouble
more hogwarts trouble
in trouble with teacher
Bride in Bondage
Fairy Bondage
Spitroasted
Imps get revenge
Not sure why I like thiss but I do..
hero bound and fucked by imps
Notes:
Royal Air Force Base – Boulmer, Northumberland.
May 16th 1985
17:21 pm
Dr Bethany Steel lifted her eye from the microscope. She blinked a couple of times and then rubbed at her eye. She had been staring at slides for over an hour now and her eye was getting tired. Not that she would have wanted to stop for the world.
It had been over a week now since she had been seconded by the Government to work at the top secret NATO research laboratory hidden beneath RAF Boulmer. At first she figured it must be some kind of joke. The cover story had been something to do with mutated strains of bird flu that had affected primates and, being an expert on genetic mutation and genetics the University of Edinburgh had been contacted and they had, reluctantly, agreed to let her go for an indeterminate duration for the duration of the crisis.
Beth had been shocked to find that her work had had nothing to do with bird flu. The interviews with severe men with military style buzz cuts and serious looking men in dark suits had, she presumed, gone as well as expected and they had told her why she was really needed.
Her main field of research was exobiology, the theoretical study of the possible development of life on other planets. Now it seemed that field was no longer something to be scoffed at. Of course she had heard about the plane crash in Scotland. A small village had been all but destroyed with few survivors. The military plane had been carrying a full weapons payload and so the area had been sealed off while munitions experts extensively cleared the area of any unexploded or hazardous materials. But the men in suits and the men in uniforms had informed her calmly that it had not been a military aircraft at all. Two RAF Tornados had intercepted and disabled a craft of unknown origin and this vehicle, they had avoided the word spaceship, had crashed on the village of Altnahach not far from Loch Haven almost 80 miles north of Inverness. The area was a very isolated and lightly inhabited part of Scotland, a long way from anything that would resemble a town. The fact the vehicle came down on a small village surrounded by miles of empty hills and glens was mere bad luck.
Beth had been astonished to discover the vessel was thought to be of extra-terrestrial origin, but when they told her two aliens had been recovered from the wreckage, one very much dead, the other still alive and relatively uninjured, she almost fell off her chair in dumbfounded shock. Real, honest to God aliens!
Now, three days later, the novelty had well and truly worn off. She had been granted so little access to the aliens that she almost wondered why she was here. There was a team of over fifty researchers, many of them seconded like herself, many of them specialists in their field and the first day had been a chaotic scramble for position and status with the military machine. Being relatively young and also being a very attractive woman with coppery red hair, bright green eyes which betrayed her Celtic ancestry, she had been seen as something between eye candy, and a mascot by the rest of the science team who were predominantly men, most of them with grey hair. To make matters worse, the living specimen was being housed in a room not twenty feet from where she stood. But two heavy doors and several armed soldiers stood between her and it. It was immensely frustrating to be this close to extra-terrestrial life and being blocked access sat almost every turn as the male scientists all squabbled over the next available time slot with the specimens.
All Beth had been able to gain access to were images, video segments from the autopsy and examinations of the aliens along with small samples from the dead specimen which included tissue samples and samples of fluids, small hairs and particulates.
The living alien was apparently in some sort of coma or unconscious state. It had not moved of its own will since being recovered from the crash. The current theory was this was some kind of healing state as the wounds on the creature appeared to be regenerating at a substantially faster rate than expected by normal living creatures.
The creature was vaguely humanoid with bilateral symmetry. Two large, muscular legs that each had one extra joint making the leg appear more birdlike although much stronger. The creature had two long arms which were surprisingly slender and demonstrated a similar extra joint. Each ‘hand’ was actually a cluster of appendages that were more like tentacles than fingers, Each could work independently with complex tendon structures that allowed for a vast range of flexible motion. Each hand had six of these long appendages, each ‘finger’ being roughly ten to twelve inches long with fifteen segments that connected together with universal ball joints to allow for the extreme dexterity and motions it was presumed the creature would possess.
Most surprising was the array of tentacle like strictures the creature possessed that formed from a heavy bony pelvic structure. Each tentacle was around ten feet in length, highly muscled and with strange structures at the tip which, at present, no one had any idea of the purpose. Each tentacle was very strong and it was presumed the creature would be able to perform remarkable feats of strength with them. The Head was the most human looking part of the creature although the head was short for a human but longer, sweeping backwards into a bony ridge instead of hair. The two eyes were set wide and were large, suggesting a lower light environment than was the norm on Earth. There were no discernible ears although some were suggesting the bony ridge might act to conduct sound as it had many small perforations and complex internal structures that lead to the brain. The creature likewise had no nose as such, but there was a structure, just above the wide mouth, that was covered in a small array of half inch long tendrils that may well have something to do with some kind of sense of smell. No sexual organs had been found, and the creature appeared to have only a minimal digestive system which seemed more designed for fluid intake than processing solids. Either they were able to efficiently process food with little or no waste products, or the creature fed and grew using some alternative source of energy. The current best guess was that the tentacles must have something to do with feeding, or perhaps some sort of reproduction. But for now everything was guesswork.
Beth had read all the reports and had photos above her desk. That had been enough for the first 24 hours. The alien samples were fascinating. Although they possessed DNA it was like nothing she had ever seen and the sequencing was very peculiar with structures she could not initially fathom. Indeed she was beginning to wonder how these creatures might reproduce as their genetic makeup was so odd that she doubted a simple chromosome exchange would result in such complexity.
It was all most puzzling.
She paused in her reverie as the door behind her opened with a click and a hiss. Each area was sealed with two doors to allow for minimal chance of contamination. She turned and smiled as she saw Dr Taylor. For one of the ‘old boys’ Taylor was not all that bad. He was a only a shade over forty and, in Beth’s opinion, very nicely put together. He was a physicist and part of the team trying to understand some of the recovered technology. But since most of the debris was still in situ at the crash site, Taylor also currently found his research limited. As a result, the pair had formed a connection of sorts. Bath also found him quite attractive, he played rugby in his free time and it showed in his strong physique. She would not have considered dating a man almost fifteen years her senior, but she had to admit her pulse sped up a little whenever they talked.
“Hi Beth, how’s it going?” Owen Taylor spoke with a strong Scottish accent that was very different from her own well spoken ‘received pronunciation’ that made her sound, as one of the other scientists had put it, ‘like a spoilt little rich girl.’ It didn’t help that her family were, in fact, rather well off. But she hated the insinuation that went with it that she only got to her position by her looks and ‘daddy’s money’.
“Owen, hello!” She waved a hand at her equipment. “Same old story, more questions than answers. It’s like working with one arm tied behind my back. I’m trying to make a jigsaw when I only have six pieces of the puzzle and no box lid to help me.!
Owen nodded. “I hear you, it’s much the same for me, photos, reports and a few scraps of this and that. Once they clear the site and bring the wreckage here, then I can really get to work. In the meantime, I guess we’re just marking time. Oh, I had a word with Kev and Mac, hopefully they’ll ease up on the whole ‘Benny’ thing. I told them you don’t like it.”
Beth nodded and sighed. Owen was one of the few who didn’t seem to judge her on her age, looks or gender. Of course it helped that he had not been around when she had made her less than auspicious entrance to the base. She had arrived by Puma helicopter and, as she stepped down, the down blast of air from the rotors had cause her skirt to fly up high exposing her stockings, suspender belt and panties. This had promptly earned her the nickname ‘Benny’ after Benny Hill and the girls who featured in his show, often clothed only in lingerie. It had also put ideas into many people’s heads that she had used her looks, and possibly her body, to get the job. As a result, Beth hated the nickname, it was true she preferred stockings to tights, but that was merely her personal preference, not some attempt to sleep her way to the top. Owen was one of the few who seemed to know this was the case.
As Bath considered her new friend, she had to hide a small flush. All in all, she might not mind a little tumble with Dr Taylor. Her last relationship had ended rather quickly and very badly when Beth had found out her boyfriend had been sleeping with two other girls on campus, both first year students. That was six months ago and Beth had been in no rush to get back into a relationship. That, and work on her second PhD had meant she was in what could best be described as a ‘dry spell’.
Owen seemed not to notice her rose tinted cheeks, or perhaps put it down to the continued embarrassment of the nickname. Instead he chatted about his own works and enquired about hers. Passing some time quite amiably. He really was very sweet and Beth found her mind wandering down some rather racy pathways more than once. When he finally got a page and had to leave, she was disappointed and relieved. She had been getting very close to asking him out.
Fanning her face, she opened a can of Pepsi and sipped at it, trying to get her mind out of the gutter and back to her work.
May 16th 1985
17:21 pm
Dr Bethany Steel lifted her eye from the microscope. She blinked a couple of times and then rubbed at her eye. She had been staring at slides for over an hour now and her eye was getting tired. Not that she would have wanted to stop for the world.
It had been over a week now since she had been seconded by the Government to work at the top secret NATO research laboratory hidden beneath RAF Boulmer. At first she figured it must be some kind of joke. The cover story had been something to do with mutated strains of bird flu that had affected primates and, being an expert on genetic mutation and genetics the University of Edinburgh had been contacted and they had, reluctantly, agreed to let her go for an indeterminate duration for the duration of the crisis.
Beth had been shocked to find that her work had had nothing to do with bird flu. The interviews with severe men with military style buzz cuts and serious looking men in dark suits had, she presumed, gone as well as expected and they had told her why she was really needed.
Her main field of research was exobiology, the theoretical study of the possible development of life on other planets. Now it seemed that field was no longer something to be scoffed at. Of course she had heard about the plane crash in Scotland. A small village had been all but destroyed with few survivors. The military plane had been carrying a full weapons payload and so the area had been sealed off while munitions experts extensively cleared the area of any unexploded or hazardous materials. But the men in suits and the men in uniforms had informed her calmly that it had not been a military aircraft at all. Two RAF Tornados had intercepted and disabled a craft of unknown origin and this vehicle, they had avoided the word spaceship, had crashed on the village of Altnahach not far from Loch Haven almost 80 miles north of Inverness. The area was a very isolated and lightly inhabited part of Scotland, a long way from anything that would resemble a town. The fact the vehicle came down on a small village surrounded by miles of empty hills and glens was mere bad luck.
Beth had been astonished to discover the vessel was thought to be of extra-terrestrial origin, but when they told her two aliens had been recovered from the wreckage, one very much dead, the other still alive and relatively uninjured, she almost fell off her chair in dumbfounded shock. Real, honest to God aliens!
Now, three days later, the novelty had well and truly worn off. She had been granted so little access to the aliens that she almost wondered why she was here. There was a team of over fifty researchers, many of them seconded like herself, many of them specialists in their field and the first day had been a chaotic scramble for position and status with the military machine. Being relatively young and also being a very attractive woman with coppery red hair, bright green eyes which betrayed her Celtic ancestry, she had been seen as something between eye candy, and a mascot by the rest of the science team who were predominantly men, most of them with grey hair. To make matters worse, the living specimen was being housed in a room not twenty feet from where she stood. But two heavy doors and several armed soldiers stood between her and it. It was immensely frustrating to be this close to extra-terrestrial life and being blocked access sat almost every turn as the male scientists all squabbled over the next available time slot with the specimens.
All Beth had been able to gain access to were images, video segments from the autopsy and examinations of the aliens along with small samples from the dead specimen which included tissue samples and samples of fluids, small hairs and particulates.
The living alien was apparently in some sort of coma or unconscious state. It had not moved of its own will since being recovered from the crash. The current theory was this was some kind of healing state as the wounds on the creature appeared to be regenerating at a substantially faster rate than expected by normal living creatures.
The creature was vaguely humanoid with bilateral symmetry. Two large, muscular legs that each had one extra joint making the leg appear more birdlike although much stronger. The creature had two long arms which were surprisingly slender and demonstrated a similar extra joint. Each ‘hand’ was actually a cluster of appendages that were more like tentacles than fingers, Each could work independently with complex tendon structures that allowed for a vast range of flexible motion. Each hand had six of these long appendages, each ‘finger’ being roughly ten to twelve inches long with fifteen segments that connected together with universal ball joints to allow for the extreme dexterity and motions it was presumed the creature would possess.
Most surprising was the array of tentacle like strictures the creature possessed that formed from a heavy bony pelvic structure. Each tentacle was around ten feet in length, highly muscled and with strange structures at the tip which, at present, no one had any idea of the purpose. Each tentacle was very strong and it was presumed the creature would be able to perform remarkable feats of strength with them. The Head was the most human looking part of the creature although the head was short for a human but longer, sweeping backwards into a bony ridge instead of hair. The two eyes were set wide and were large, suggesting a lower light environment than was the norm on Earth. There were no discernible ears although some were suggesting the bony ridge might act to conduct sound as it had many small perforations and complex internal structures that lead to the brain. The creature likewise had no nose as such, but there was a structure, just above the wide mouth, that was covered in a small array of half inch long tendrils that may well have something to do with some kind of sense of smell. No sexual organs had been found, and the creature appeared to have only a minimal digestive system which seemed more designed for fluid intake than processing solids. Either they were able to efficiently process food with little or no waste products, or the creature fed and grew using some alternative source of energy. The current best guess was that the tentacles must have something to do with feeding, or perhaps some sort of reproduction. But for now everything was guesswork.
Beth had read all the reports and had photos above her desk. That had been enough for the first 24 hours. The alien samples were fascinating. Although they possessed DNA it was like nothing she had ever seen and the sequencing was very peculiar with structures she could not initially fathom. Indeed she was beginning to wonder how these creatures might reproduce as their genetic makeup was so odd that she doubted a simple chromosome exchange would result in such complexity.
It was all most puzzling.
She paused in her reverie as the door behind her opened with a click and a hiss. Each area was sealed with two doors to allow for minimal chance of contamination. She turned and smiled as she saw Dr Taylor. For one of the ‘old boys’ Taylor was not all that bad. He was a only a shade over forty and, in Beth’s opinion, very nicely put together. He was a physicist and part of the team trying to understand some of the recovered technology. But since most of the debris was still in situ at the crash site, Taylor also currently found his research limited. As a result, the pair had formed a connection of sorts. Bath also found him quite attractive, he played rugby in his free time and it showed in his strong physique. She would not have considered dating a man almost fifteen years her senior, but she had to admit her pulse sped up a little whenever they talked.
“Hi Beth, how’s it going?” Owen Taylor spoke with a strong Scottish accent that was very different from her own well spoken ‘received pronunciation’ that made her sound, as one of the other scientists had put it, ‘like a spoilt little rich girl.’ It didn’t help that her family were, in fact, rather well off. But she hated the insinuation that went with it that she only got to her position by her looks and ‘daddy’s money’.
“Owen, hello!” She waved a hand at her equipment. “Same old story, more questions than answers. It’s like working with one arm tied behind my back. I’m trying to make a jigsaw when I only have six pieces of the puzzle and no box lid to help me.!
Owen nodded. “I hear you, it’s much the same for me, photos, reports and a few scraps of this and that. Once they clear the site and bring the wreckage here, then I can really get to work. In the meantime, I guess we’re just marking time. Oh, I had a word with Kev and Mac, hopefully they’ll ease up on the whole ‘Benny’ thing. I told them you don’t like it.”
Beth nodded and sighed. Owen was one of the few who didn’t seem to judge her on her age, looks or gender. Of course it helped that he had not been around when she had made her less than auspicious entrance to the base. She had arrived by Puma helicopter and, as she stepped down, the down blast of air from the rotors had cause her skirt to fly up high exposing her stockings, suspender belt and panties. This had promptly earned her the nickname ‘Benny’ after Benny Hill and the girls who featured in his show, often clothed only in lingerie. It had also put ideas into many people’s heads that she had used her looks, and possibly her body, to get the job. As a result, Beth hated the nickname, it was true she preferred stockings to tights, but that was merely her personal preference, not some attempt to sleep her way to the top. Owen was one of the few who seemed to know this was the case.
As Bath considered her new friend, she had to hide a small flush. All in all, she might not mind a little tumble with Dr Taylor. Her last relationship had ended rather quickly and very badly when Beth had found out her boyfriend had been sleeping with two other girls on campus, both first year students. That was six months ago and Beth had been in no rush to get back into a relationship. That, and work on her second PhD had meant she was in what could best be described as a ‘dry spell’.
Owen seemed not to notice her rose tinted cheeks, or perhaps put it down to the continued embarrassment of the nickname. Instead he chatted about his own works and enquired about hers. Passing some time quite amiably. He really was very sweet and Beth found her mind wandering down some rather racy pathways more than once. When he finally got a page and had to leave, she was disappointed and relieved. She had been getting very close to asking him out.
Fanning her face, she opened a can of Pepsi and sipped at it, trying to get her mind out of the gutter and back to her work.
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