Jenna woke in a strange white room strapped to a padded table. The bright light hurt her eyes and made her head ache. Hospital---the must have brought her to the hospital. Did she hit her head when she passed out? Or did she hit her head in the accident?
No, she was fine after the accident---just shaken. Why would she pass out?
Then this, this weird guy in some kind of costume peered down at her. His skin was a lavender color, and he sort of looked like a character from a cartoon movie. Somebody did a helluva makeup job because she couldn’t see evidence of prosthetics or makeup.
The funny looking guy babbled words and sounds she didn’t understand, and a voice responded in the same gibberish.
“Human, you are unharmed. You now belong to Tenzari,” the lavender guy said. “You will go to cell now.”
“Why? I didn’t do anything. It was an accident. That stupid deer made me run off the road,” she cried. “I want a lawyer.”
Then she heard multiple yodeling sounds. Were they laughing at her?
“We are Tenzari. No lawyers here. You are now slave. We get good price on Se’Nar. Young, pretty human, good condition---good price.”
Jenna’s mind was racing as his words sunk in. She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds then opened them again. OMG, it wasn’t a dream! She was still in the white room strapped to a table, looking up at this weird lavender guy that resembled a cartoon character. Then the table started moving. There was a whooshing sound, and her table seemed to glide through the air into a white corridor.
What the hell? Had she somehow crossed into an alternate universe?
The white corridor was dead quiet. The table stopped after a minute, and another door whooshed open. The table moved inside and stopped beside a pull-down bunk. It raised then extended foldable arms holding the tabletop with Jenna strapped to it. The straps released, and then the table tilted and deposited her onto the bunk. Once Lavender guy left with the table, the door whooshed shut behind them.
Jenna was freed in a white room without windows or doors. She might as well be in jail.
She sat up slowly and looked around there were six pullouts with three on each side of the room with ladders on the wall to reach the upper bunks. Each of them was occupied by young women---two black, one possibly Eastern Indian and three white women. All were attractive. From the cell, an archway opening led to another room that held a table with backless benches on each side that seemed to have grown up out of the floor. On the far side of that, there was a small bathroom with fixtures that also seemed to have grown from the floor or walls.
Aliens! It had to be. She was being kidnapped by aliens, and this was their space ship. OMG! OMG!
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Jenna sat up on the bunk. She was wearing only her bra and panties. Her purse and phone were gone along with her shoes. The women in the other bunks were asleep. A couple were softly snoring. Glad to be in the bottom bunk, Jenna got up and padded into the bathroom. The fixtures were ultra-modern but recognizable. She took care of business and padded back to the bunkroom. Some of the others were just waking up.
“Hi there,” said the blond in the bunk above her Jenna’s.
“I’m Marcie Janes.”
“Jenna Harper. Is this for real? It’s like some crazy joke. Some guys in some goofy looking alien makeup told me we belong to them, and we’re slaves now.”
“They told us all the same thing,” Marcie told her. “Most likely sex trafficking.”
“Oh, God! Sex slaves?” Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself. “We got to find a way out of here.”
“I don’t know how. There’s no door and no windows. The wall opens a couple times a day when they bring us food and closes as soon as they leave. We can’t find any way to open it from the inside.” Marcie replied.
“The lavender guy said we’re not even on Earth anymore,” came a voice from the middle bunk across the room. “Susan Williams. Below me is Katy Jones, Tasha Gabriel, above me and Dana Bartholomew above Marcie.”
“Do you all know each other?” Jenna asked.
“Dana and I are friends, we work late shift at the Moon Light Bar and Grill in Fosterville,” said Susan, “Katy and Marcie work the night shift at the mill in Branchport.”
“We were walking home after our shift when they snagged us. It was a couple of guys in a dark SUV with those blue volunteer firemen lights on top.”
“Probably the same ones who got me,” Jenna lamented. “Did they say where they are taking us?”
“Someplace called ‘See NAR,'” Marcie said, pronouncing it with the emphasis on the second syllable. “That’s where they are going to sell us.”
“Where the hell is that?” Jenna asked.
“In another star system,” Dana said.
“Oh, come on. Are you buying this ruse? They’re wearing that stupid makeup so we can’t identify them if they get caught. We’re probably in some warehouse in the city somewhere.” Jenny said ending with a hysterical little laugh.
“I don’t think so,” Dana said. “I woke up as they were pulling into a gigantic cave in the side of a hill out in the boonies somewhere. I saw a space ship. Then they gave me a whiff of something, and I passed out again.”
“Believe it,” Susan said. “I saw it too... And I saw a lot more of those creepy lavender guys, too. We’ve been taken by aliens.”
Jenna laughed and laughed as if she had heard the best joke ever. Then stopped suddenly, pausing to catch her breath and fell silent as she realized no one else was laughing.
They all looked up at the whooshing sound in the next room a small cartwheeled in laden with six trays of food that smelled like chicken nuggets. The cart stopped beside the table, and the top raised level with the table and slid onto it with the trays of food. Then the cart reversed and wheeled silently back through the open portal which closed behind it immediately.
Jenna remained unconvinced, but she followed the others and took a seat at the dining table. She followed suit with the others and took pulled one of the six identical trays in front of her. The food on the trays not only smelled like chicken nuggets but looked like it as well. It came accompanied by a garden salad of the kind that came already bagged from the grocery store. There was no dressing, and no eating utensils---just the golden breaded morsels and salad.
“What no honey mustard again?” Marcie quipped. “This is the same stuff they fed us this morning.”
“Probably had those guys that snatched us buy it in bulk at the big box store,” Katy grumbled. “They could have at least got some ketchup.”
“Yeah, right, and salad dressing,” Marcie, added. “We should be lucky they are giving us edible food at all.” She picked up a nugget and took a bite. “Too cheap to get the ones made from real white meat. These are reconstituted mystery meat.”
Jenna picked up one and bit into it. “It’s food. Might as well get used to it.”
They all fell silent as they munched on the breaded meat and salad greens. There was no use in continuing to speculate about their circumstance. All they could do is watch and wait to see if they could find a way out. Meanwhile, this became their routine. Eat sleep and talk among themselves. There was nothing for them to do between meals but exercise and tell each other about their lives.
All of them were from small towns in the rural areas near the state forest. They lived in places where they knew their neighbors and didn’t lock their doors at night. They were underemployed because they didn’t want to leave the places where they grew up. Marcie and Susan were taking classes in business and medical technology so they could get better jobs. Katy lived with her parents and was engaged to be married. She was living with her parents to save up for the wedding.
Without exception, they were attractive young women with slender to curvy figures. Susan was tall and willowy with long blond hair that hung in soft curls just past her shoulders. Katy was not quite as tall as Susan was and curvy with her deep brown hair cropped short and spiky. Marcie had lighter reddish-brown hair in a straight pageboy with bangs and blue-gray eyes. She was close to Jenna in height and body shape.
Jenna wore her chestnut brown hair in a straight chin length bob parted on the side. Her figure was well-proportioned---pert B cup breasts with a nipped in waist and shoulder width hips. She was 5’6” in bare feet. Her dark green hazel eyes with gold flecks around the center were her best feature.
The longer they were held alone in those chambers, the more Jenna started to believe they were kidnapped for nefarious purposes. They had joked about the food the first day, but after the tenth day, it became hard to chew and swallow it. Twelve days after Jenna’s capture, two of the lavender beings came into their chamber armed with shiny black sticks.
“Females remove all clothing and make line together,” said one of the lavenders.
“Like hell, you pervert. I’m practically naked now,” retorted Susan, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
The Lavender who had spoken jabbed the blunt end of his black stick into Susan’s stomach. It made a low buzzing sound, and she screamed and crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain.
“Remove clothing and make a line or you all feel pain stick,” the lavender said and pointed the stick at each of them in turn.
Jenna closed her eyes and took a breath then started unhooking the front of her bra. She didn’t want to be naked in front of these weird beings, but she wanted to be zapped by their pain sticks even less. She let her bra fall then shoved her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. As she stepped in line with the other women, Susan got up slowly and took off her underwear as well then stepped into line.
The second lavender being came forward and fitted each woman with a chain collar, which he clipped to another chain, which hooked her and the others, all together and ended in a leash handle. The silent lavender took the lead the other motioned for them to follow. Then were led out into a stark white corridor into another room. The silent lavender unhooked the collars from the chain between them but left the collars on.
“Females, you will be cleaned.” They left the room, and soft buzzing sound caused weird vibrations that made their skin feel crawly. Two minutes later the two lavenders came back and draped each woman in a silky white poncho that covered her body from shoulders to ankles. Then they connected their collars back to the long chain and led them down the corridor and out of the ship.
What they saw when they walked into the spaceport convinced them they were no longer o Earth. There were other, even stranger looking humanoids, mingling together in the crowded docking bays. They saw other ships as they were led down the row of various space ships. There were other humanoid beings strung together like the six Earth women, all headed in the same direction.
Jenna guessed it was registration. An image of each being was recorded, and each was tagged with a number that was stamped on their left wrist. It looked like cuneiform, and each one was just a little different. This was not good.
It might have been full of aliens, but it had the feel and look of the stock auctions back home. Only here, they were the stock, and their lives were being stolen from them by slavers. They were all very frightened about what fate awaited them. All their hopes and dreams would be gone. They would never see their families again, and their loved ones wouldn’t know what had happened to them.