4 comments/ 10768 views/ 10 favorites Invasions Ch.01 By: Kimaari This is my first Literotica story, and there's more to come. Thank you if you read, the following chapter will be up soon! ***** Freya sat alone in her small apartment, with the lights off, leaving only the slight glimmer of light from the television to brighten her view. She had been up for hours, and as she began to drift off, a strange noise awoke her. She sat up, listening intently, but heard nothing. As she lay back down on her sofa, another noise awoke her with a start. This time, it was closer, and much louder. She ran to her window, pushing back her long, black locks. Peeling back the blinds, her ice blue eyes reflecting from the glass, she saw something she hoped she never would. There, right in front of her eyes, was her city, up in flames. She stumbled back, tripping over the blinds, tearing them down with her. But just as she thought it couldn't possibly become any worse, a large, robot-like mechanism came tearing through the city. White-blue beams were placed all around the giant ship, and they continued to relentlessly shoot down at screaming citizens. Freya quickly ran to her bedroom, sloppily pinning her hair away, and throwing on her coat and shoes. She stole one last glance out her window, and from it, she saw teams of strange looking men marching out from the ship. She ran out of her door, and practically flew down the apartment stairs, to her prized cherry red Ducati motorcycle. She turned the engine on, threw on her helmet, and sped off away from the strange men marching in from the city. In a panic, people on foot, and in automobiles scattered across the streets, trying their hardest to escape their inevitable demise. She drove swiftly away from the burning city, but as she looked up, a plane had been shot down straight from the sky and was plummeting down to Earth at a hearty speed. She sped away to avoid it, but just as she thought she could escape it, it nosedived straight against the cement, busting open the ground itself and exploding, sending her flying off balance, and face-first into the ground. She removed her helmet, and struggled to recover, but just before she could, she was struck in the back. It was a needle in her back, and as she fell, she saw, standing above her, an alien. ... Freya awoke, her vision blurry and head pounding. She struggled to catch her breath, and from what little she could hear, she began to make out muffled voices, and pounding footsteps. The noise made her head hurt, but she began to gain her vision back. As she reopened her eyes, she was blinded by the crisp white lights and plastic-like white walls. People busily rushed around, all of their backs turned to her. All except one. As she finally adjusted to the lights, she saw a man... if you could even call it that. He stood tall, at least eight feet tall, with silvery white hair midway down his back. His skin was ash grey, and down his spine were small black spikes, leading down to his... tail? He had a tail? It was long, down to his feet. It was black, and it looked like a human spine, just with a large arrow-like point at the end. He wore strange armor, that reminded Freya of her favorite movie, Tron: Legacy. His glowing, ice blue eyes pierced Freya's own, and sent a chill down her spine. He looked as if he was intently studying her. He would definitely tower over her small, 5'2" frame. His eyes intently searched her body, and as she looked down at herself, she realized what he was staring at. She was disheveled, her leather coat ripped nearly to shreds, shirt and jeans torn, leaving wounds on her body. Her helmet was still halfway attached to her head, the other half had fallen off when she fell. She carefully removed her jacket, biting her lip and wincing, as beneath it was a large gash along her chest and arms. A single tear escaped her eyes, and as she looked up, several of the other Aliens were looking at her intently, almost curiously. The cuts were deep, and she whimpered softly as the jacket came completely off of her, her eyes and wounds stinging with blood and tears. Several Aliens stepped forward slightly, and she was slowly reduced to tears as reality hit her head on. Her former life was gone, only a fleeting moment of happy memories were spent on Earth, and now they were just that. Memories. One of the aliens stepped forward, a tall, beautiful, yet strange woman, with golden locks in a ponytail that reached her knees. Her skin was golden, and her eyes matched. She stood strong and proud, in a white lab coat over silver Tron armor with white lights. Maybe Tron wasn't so original after all... She smiled a very strong, wise, closed mouthed smile, and approached Freya with a clipboard and silver vial in hand. She spoke in a very direct, warm accent, that sounded like a mixture of British, French, and Russian. "Drink this. Don't worry, it won't harm you. Although the taste is less than appealing." Freya was speechless, but took the vial from the woman-like creatures hand. She hesitantly raised it to her lips, and it opened on its own, pouring a glowing purple liquid down her throat. It tasted like bile, and made Freya wretch, but she managed to stomach it. "W-what was that?" she asked, wiping her mouth and grimacing, as the woman took the vial from her hand. "You'll see. If you don't mind, I'd like you to take your clothing off." Freya blushed, but slowly rose from what appeared to be an examination table, and steadily began to take off her clothes. She slowly pulled her shirt from her body, wincing again in pain, and laid it neatly on the table. She then slowly unhooked her bra, sheepishly laying it down, and as it scraped against the gash on her chest, she whimpered loudly, doubling over. The Alien woman caught her, and lifted her, nodding for her to continue. She did as directed, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, taking off her boots, removing them both. All that was left was her panties. "Please remove those as well." Freya cringed, hesitantly stripping them away from her body. She stood before them all, completely naked, trying her best to cover herself. "Look down, child." The doctor nodded towards Freya's body, and smiled. As Freya looked down, she saw that her gashes had vanished, and all that was left was a small glowing circle in the center of her chest. Before she could say anything, several other female Aliens approached her, taking off her helmet, and replacing it with a blue glowing headband. They pulled her into a black leotard with a blue glowing zipper in the front, the neckline to her chin. They stepped her into black thigh high boots, with wedge heels that also glowed blue. They placed black gloves on her, that reached almost to her shoulders, and blue glowing bracelets that seemed to float around her small wrists. They unpinned her hair, and placed a belt around her hips that held two black circles with small, blue, glowing wings on the sides. "What are those?" Freya asked, confused. "They are your transportation." The doctor replied, admiring her new outfit. "Press the circles in the center of them at the same time, and you'll see." Freya lifted them from her new belt, and pushed the inner circles of them as told. They whirred mechanically, and the contraptions morphed into handlebars, leading down to a hovering plate that she stood on, bright lights shining beneath it. It was like a surfboard, just with handlebars. The doctor stepped forward, staring intently into Freya's eyes. "You will be assigned to one of us. But unfortunately, you may not like what is to come." Invasions Ch.02 "Follow me." The female Alien doctor began to walk away, her long, golden ponytail fluttering behind her. Freya retracted her new "transportation", and put it in her belt again before hurrying, almost running, to keep up with the woman's long legs. "Where are we going?" Freya asked curiously, a mixture of confusion and worry in her eyes. "We're finding you a Гуsurami. A guardian." The doctor replied, staring straight ahead, determination and a large work ethic gleaming in her eyes. "A gaurdian? What do you mean? Like... Like a protector?" Freya asked, confused. "More of a... Master or Mistress. But do not fear, in time, you will become adjusted to it." The doctor swiftly flipped her ponytail and walked through a pair of automatic doors, and on the inside, was a room, magnificently beautiful, with blue stones levitating in the center, steadily making an orbit around a larger, miniature galaxy looking contraption. The room was pitch black, with only the glowing of the stones and "galaxy" as a brilliant light. Freya noticed that each of the stones had a carving in it, of a strange language that Freya couldn't read. The doctor stepped atop a small pedestal, her skin, eyes, and hair beautifully glowing in the brilliant shine of the enigmatic lights. She held her hand out in front of her, and as she did, the stones began to swirl faster as Freya looked on in complete awe. The stones were racing at a lightning fast speed. And suddenly, a stone raced out into the doctors hand, and she caught it with ease. She turned triumphantly to Freya, glowing stone in hand. There was a faint, proud smile on her face, ad with a single wave of her hand, the stone levitated once more, glowing brighter by the second. The stone began to morph into a flat, rectangular object, and out of nowhere, on the pedestal, stood a woman, a holographic looking woman, dressed in a pure white armor suit. "Your name is Freya, correct?" Freya nodded. "You will be assigned to Lysxander. He will be your guardian, your mentor, and your strength until you learn to properly defend yourself. Do you understand?" Freya nodded in recognition, but she knew that she was only lying. She didn't understand any of this, let alone being aboard a spacecraft. The hologram lifted her hand and raised it towards Freya. Freya reached her hand out to the hologram woman, and as their fingers touched, the woman smiled, and then vanished. "Follow me." The doctor said, in a very stern but gentle voice. Freya did as she was told, yet again struggling to keep up with the woman. They crossed back through the doors, and Freya was led through the hallway, down a flight of stairs, and down yet another hallway. "As of now, this will be your chamber. You will have free roam of the ship, and meals of your request may be served regularly. Do not hesitate to inform me if anything is... unsatisfactory." The doctor smiled, pressing her palm against the keypad, which caused the doors to open swiftly. As the doctor walked away, Freya looked into the spacious room. And in the dark, she saw... him. The alien from the examination room. The one with the beautiful eyes, and face, and the tail like a human spine, just black. He was quiet. Strangely quiet. But he was beautiful. As the doors closed behind Freya, she was left in the darkness, only a remnant of her previous life hanging on. She would have to begin anew. "Welcome to Amirawan." Invasions Ch.03 "Amirawan?" Freya was confused, her mind switching back and forth between the events of the night. She had almost no decent idea of what was going on, but she knew better than to try and fight. At least not... yet. Yes. Not yet... But maybe soon. "That is the name of our ship. Has no one informed you of anything?" The male alien looked at her as if she was some sort of idiot, a fool. "No. I'm sorry, I-I was-" Freya was cut off by the fingers of Lysxander against her lips. "You really are yet a child in this universe. I would have expected Soirsha to have explained these things to you." He spoke with such a bored sounding voice that it almost made Freya cringe. But there was a strange, yet immense beauty in his accent. "Excuse me, but... Who is Soirsha?" Freya cocked her head, narrowing her eyes in confusion. "The golden girl, our lady Doctor." He replied, a slight smirk breaking it's way onto his sculpted, perfect face. "Oh..." Freya was at a near loss for words, her eyes fixated on him. He was the epitome of angelic, but he was most likely closer to a hellion. "Will I be here forever? I don't want to be here... I want to go back home..." Freya was overcome by a sudden sense of dread, her eyes glazing over with fear and a hurting heart. "There is no home to go back to but here." Lysxander seemed so calm, it almost scared her. "What do you mean? I have a home! And it's not here, on this damned ship! It's in New York city, on EARTH!!" Freya breathed heavily, her eyes swelling up with tears as her body trembled in rage. Lysxander stepped ever closer, his feet coming coming to a stop just before hers. His face was merely inches from hers, his breath cold and icy on her face. He roughly grabbed her shoulders, dragging her over to the window. Wall. Damn. Wall made of a window. A huge window. Close enough? "LOOK!! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF THE BLUE PLANET, YOUR EARTH! NOW DEAL WITH YOURSELF!!" He shook her hard, her back towards him. Freya fell to her knees, her jaw dropped. Before her, miles away, was her little blue planet. But it wasn't blue. It was on fire, half of it was pitch black. New tears spilled from her eyes, her heart twisting and breaking. Today was the day that the sun seemed dark, the day where she knew she would never see blue skies, another butterfly, a tiny passerby on the street beneath her old apartment window. No light would touch her face again. Her world had stopped. Children, families, animals, her life had been destroyed. Leaving no friendly trace that it had ever existed... Her life was over. She was dead now. Dead, and trapped in her own worst nightmare. She thought of her Mother. Father. Everyone... She fell onto her side, tears spilling silently through the silence, not a sound. Her world was on fire, and she could almost see the families in their little houses, praying to whatever would listen that they would go quickly. The agony was the most painful thing a person could feel, to be possibly the only living remnant of disaster. She, in that moment, disappeared. And suddenly, nothing mattered but the horrible pain in her heart. She heard retreating footsteps, and with a fleeting moment of pain, rose to her feet. She whipped her head around, her eyes on fire. She leapt off her feet, and slammed her body with the force of a bullet straight into Lysxander. He fell to the ground, but she continued her assault. She slammed punches and kicks straight against his bleeding face. She slammed her elbow into his nose, and she heard a loud crack. "Fuck!" He cursed, cradling his face in his hands. She retreated from him, slamming her fist into the button that read, "EXIT". The room door opened, and she ran quickly through the halls, before stopping as she remembered something. Her transportation device. She reached both hands against her hips, pressing against the buttons as she grabbed them. She additionally pressed the buttons on the side of her new headset, as a helmet came over her face. The eyeshield of her helmet suddenly came alive, with a map of the ship. There was an exit just two halls away. The suit he wore suddenly morphed into a thick rubber-like substance that covered every inch of her body, and oxygen began flowing through her helmet. Her transportation device came to life, but instead of a board, she herself controlling a motorcycle-like apparatus. It was jet black, with a strange marking on the front. She revved the engine into life, busting forward at impossible speeds. It almost seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go, and she busted through the halls, seemingly no one in her way. And then, armed guard came shooting after her. Literally, shooting at her. The cycle dodged them effortlessly, and Frey used the bike as a balancer as she swiftly kicked a guard straight in the face, his helmet flying ten feet off. Her bike guided her through the swarm, and she noticed the female doctor eyeing her carefully from the end of the hall, before disappearing down another long corridor. But before Freya had time to think about her, a gun emanated from the back of her bike. She turned, and guards were straight after her, closing in. She looked down at her gun, then back at them. She had no time to think. She didn't need to. She turned herself backward on her bike, and grabbed the trigger and steady her hands. And then, she pulled. A stray spray of white glowing bullets fired away at the guards. Several men fell, clasping their wounds. Suddenly, everything seemed to go into slow motion. She pivoted back onto the front of the bike, leaning forward to avoid head-bound bullets. She saw before her a closing exit. She wasn't stopping now. She leaned harshly onto her side, taking her cycle with her as she turned her bike. The wheels all turned forward, and she and her bike were now on their left side, sliding for the exit. Her heart burned with a raging fire, and as seconds seemed to turn to hours, her heart pounding, he was suddenly weightless. Free. Floating through space. She suddenly felt her bike jolting. The two wheels turned into four, and they all turned flat on their sides, their spokes turning into thick blades, turning, moving them through space and time. A glass pane came overhead, shielding what was now closely resembling a flying car. Blue fire burst out of her tail engines, and shifts and a steering wheel molded against her "Dashboard". A map of space became visible, and she knew exactly where she headed. --- An hour passed at heavy speed, and she suddenly became victim to Earths atmosphere. She started falling to Earth, ripping through the sky. She pulled a lever upwards, and she was soon safely hovering over Earth, 100 feet from the ground. She landed softly, and the shield of the vehicle opening as it shut itself down. her helmet shield retracted itself, and somehow, she was still able to breathe through the ashes. All she saw was her burning home. She was back to Earth.