Alien Surrogacy 4: Jen and the Captain

  Alien Surrogacy 4: Jen and the Captain

  by Sierra Chambers

  http://www.sierrachambers.com

  © Copyright 2016

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  This is a work of fiction and any character resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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  Alien Surrogacy 4:

  Jen and the Captain

  Previously in Alien Surrogacy:

  Jen, a young human woman desperate for money, agreed to travel to a distant planet and be a surrogate mother for a rich alien couple. During her stay on the planet Elendama, she was impregnated by the male alien, as expected.

  She didn’t expect to fall in love with the mysterious, brooding, servant living in their house. Jen and Fezren built an unlikely friendship, and Jen discovered that the handsome alien was a prince, being held hostage after an inter-planetary war.

  The pair made a plan to escape, with Fezren using the chaos of Jen going into labor to slip away. She could deny all knowledge of his flight, and then fly to his planet to join him after the birth.

  However, it turns out things didn’t go according to plan - she has just given birth, and it was Fezren’s baby that she had…

  *****

  “Where is he,” Mali screeched. “I’ll kill him, that little prick!”

  She let out a garbled yell in her own language and the soldiers around the room sprung into action. They ran out of the room, heading off in different directions.

  As Jen grabbed her baby protectively, it felt like there was a layer of ice wrapping around her heart. She hoped desperately that Fezren had managed to make his flight. If he had missed it, or changed his mind… she didn’t want to think what Mali would do to the alien who had knocked up Jen, sabotaging all of her plans in the process.

  Jen was exhausted, but fought to stay awake. She had to know what was happening.

  Mali paced back and forth, glowering.

  The silence in the air was tense. If Jen hadn’t been so worried about Fezren, she would have felt extremely awkward.

  On the bright side, it seemed that her recovery from the birth was going to be quite quick. She felt that she would be able to stand up already, though she didn’t care to test the theory.

  The guards came back half an hour later. “Mistress, he isn’t here.” They wanted her to know that Fezren was safe - they had clearly spoken in English for her benefit. Mali picked up on it too. She whirled to face Jen.

  “You!” Mali hissed. “You know exactly where he is, don’t you, you little bitch.”

  “No!” Jen said quickly.

  Mali narrowed her eyes. “You’re a bad liar.”

  It was true. She had always been a bad liar.

  Jen smirked at her. “He’s gone,” she said. “You can’t hurt him anymore.”

  The alien woman stared at her.

  Jen mustered up the courage to stare right back, unwavering. Nobody spoke for several moments.

  “Now that that’s all over, I’m leaving. And I’ll be taking my baby with me,” Jen said.

  “No you won’t! This is our child and we will do whatever we want to it.” Mali spat venomously. Jen could hear the threat in her words.

  “The deal was to carry your baby. This baby isn’t yours. The deal is canceled,” Jen retorted.

  “Then we won’t pay you!”

  “That’s okay,” Jen said.

  And it was. She had gained something far more valuable than money from this experience. Love, and a gorgeous little daughter.

  She strode out of the house with as much authority as she could muster, and concentrated on getting to the station as quickly as possible.

  *****

  Jen stared at the triangular symbol marking the station entrance. So much had changed in the two months since she had last been here.

  For starters, she had learned the basics of the common language. She hoped it would be enough to get through the journey without trouble. The other big change was that she had a daughter now! She still could hardly believe it! Jen looked down at the baby’s gorgeous, delicate little face and felt a wave of love rush over her.

  Fezren didn’t know he was a father yet - he had left before the actual birth. As she joined the queue to board the ship, she wondered what his reaction would be when she showed him.

  The Captain of the spacecraft was definitely not local to Elendama.

  A single eye rested in the middle of his forehead. His hands were the size of dinner plates, disproportionately large compared to the rest of his body.

  A scar ran down his right cheek, and his unsmiling face was expressionless as he checked ticket after ticket.

  She wondered where the scar had come from. Was there such a thing as space pirates? He certainly looked like he’d seen a few battles.

  He would have looked terrifying if it weren’t for the classic sailor’s cap sat atop his head. The hat looked so out of place on an alien spacecraft! The odd fashion choice removed any threatening vibe the man may have been exuding.

  The captain grabbed her ticket, examined it, and frowned.

  “Woah, lady, it doesn’t say nothin’ ‘bout a baby!” the captain exclaimed. “That’ll cost extra.”

  Her heart sank. She didn’t have any more money. “But she’s so small! She takes up no room. I’ll carry her the whole time, how about that?”

  The captain shook his head. “Sorry, lady. I’d like to help you but the problem is the baby’s weight. Every extra glic adds to the petrol cost. For such a long distance, the kid will cost a fortune. I can’t afford to do special favors for everybody who asks.”

  “Maybe if I do a special favor for you in return?” Jen said suggestively.

  The captain eyed her, and swallowed nervously. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, lady.”

  He wanted her. She could tell. All she had to do was convince him that it was a good idea.

  If she failed…

  Her heart sank at the prospect of being stuck on Elendama, penniless and with a newborn. And the more time she stayed on this godforsaken planet, the longer she gave Mali to concoct some sort of revenge.

  It was pure shock that had caused Mali to let Jen slip through her fingers. She hadn’t had time to consider that Jen, or the baby, could be used as bait to get Fezren back. If she came to her senses before Jen left the planet, all would be ruined.

  Jen had to be one that ship.

  No matter what the cost - even though it made her feel slightly guilty.

  She fought the feeling off.

  Fezren wouldn’t mind. He had never appeared overly concerned about her rampant sex life. Perhaps monogamy wasn’t a thing on his home planet. Either way, he knew he was the only one in her heart. He also knew how important it was for her to be on that ship. He would want for her and their child to be safe.

  She could hear his voice echoing in her head. I love you. I don’t begrudge you doing what you have to do.

  She turned her attention back to the captain.

  “I mean I want you to fuck me,” Jen purred. “I want to feel you inside me, and I want to make you feel so good that you explode inside me and drench me with your cum.”

  The captain blinked, mouth slightly agape. He clearly wasn’t used to being talked to in this way. She saw a stiff outline in his pants, and felt a rush of triumph.

  “Welcome aboard, Miss,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

  *****

  Jen made her way down a long hallway, reading the signs on the door as she
went past. Although she could now speak some of the alien language, she couldn’t read any of it. She had no idea about the language’s numbers, or the sequence they went in, so at each door she stopped to compare the number on the door to that on her ticket.

  It was slow work comparing the complex squiggles to her ticket, and nobody could squeeze past her in the narrow corridor. A line of disgruntled passengers began to build up behind her.

  Her heart began to beat a bit faster as she struggled to focus on the task ahead of her.

  She didn’t want to draw attention to herself by asking for help, but it was starting to look like she didn’t have a choice - taking so long to complete such a simple task was attracting even more strange looks.

  Jen turned around, and found back a gasp as she saw the alien in line behind her for the first time. She couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Her eyes were fixed on the alien’s face. She didn’t notice the color of its skin, its child standing behind it, or the fact that said child was currently urinating.

  The creature’s face seemed to be rippling. As she looked closer, she realized with growing horror that the alien’s skin was covered in small insects!

  Surely this freak wouldn’t be willing to help her. It probably couldn’t even speak any proper languages. Should she still ask? I should, Jen decided. But her mouth didn’t seem to be able to move. All of her energy was devoted to the task of staring at this creature in utter confusion.

  After a few more awkwardly silent moments, Jen pulled herself together. “Excuse me, could you please help me find my room?”

  “Yes, of course,” the alien said in a kind, feminine voice.

  Jen found herself being led down countless stairs, deep into the bowels of the ship. They passed storage crate after storage crate, and a room that smelled of fuel. They walked through a long hall, filled with gears and mechanisms, before finally stopping at a door with a symbol on it.

  It matched Jen’s ticket. “Thank you so much!” Jen smiled appreciatively at the alien and alien child, feeling guilty for judging them based on their appearance.

  “You’re welcome, dearie. Glad I could help a fellow mother,” the alien mother said. As she talked, several insects fell from her face and into the crevasse of her top, between her breasts.

  Jen fought back a shudder as she waved goodbye to the pair.

  *****

  The door to her room was stubborn. It groaned and squeaked, but would not open. Jen wondered how long it had been since someone had oiled it.

  Long before she was born, of that she was sure. She grunted as she pushed on door with all her might.

  She felt like a FBI agent from one of those old time human movies, trying to break down a door. Yet unlike the FBI agents, Jen couldn’t make her door budge.

  It was too much. After several minutes of struggling, she gave up, sitting down in the corridor with a huff of frustration. The door was too heavy for her, and she needed help. Surely some sort of ship steward or stewardess would check on all the guests soon. They could help her get it open.

  A brief smile flickered over her face as her predicament reminded her of Stemp. He would have been able to open the door in a second. She wondered how he was going. Surely Mali was being even more unbearable than usual, she decided. She felt sorry for Stemp, who had to put up with her.

  She wondered if they would hire another human to have a child. Mali would probably put a camera in that poor young woman’s room, to be sure she wasn’t being fucked by anybody else. Or maybe she’d just lock the woman in a room for six months.

  She didn’t doubt Mali would go to any lengths necessary to have a child.

  She shuddered as she imagined a human woman tied down to a contraption similar to that of a hospital bed, her pussy connected up to an IV drip machine feeding her a constant supply of Stemp’s cum.

  She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice the man approaching her until he was beside her.

  Jen jumped, startled by the shadow sweeping across her peripheral vision.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” said the alien as he let out a nervous chuckle.

  “Hi,” Jen said, giving the man a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll move out of your way.”

  She pressed herself against the wall so he could walk past her.

  “Oh, thank you but there’s no need,” he said, shaking his head. She tried to not stare at his unnaturally long neck. “This is my room right here.”

  Jen frowned. “There must be some sort of mistake. This is my room.”

  “It’s my room too,” he replied with an easy smile. “You booked Z-class, don’t you know what that means?”

  She shook her head.

  “It’s a dormitory. We share the room,” he explained.

  “What, just the two of us?”

  The man gave her a strange look, narrowing his tennis-ball sized eyes. “You really are new to this, aren’t you.”

  With one firm push, the man opened the door, revealing the room to Jen.

  She gasped as she took in the endless rows of bunk beds. “The ship looked a lot smaller from the outside,” she marveled.

  The alien laughed. “Yes, space-benders do tend to do that. Quick, let’s get good beds before the rest of our roommates board.”

  Jen frowned at the statement. The beds all looked the same to her.

  “Away from the engine,” the man explained, laughing slightly at her puzzled expression. “I’m Denlan, by the way.”

  “Jen,” Jen replied softly.

  “And who’s she?” Denlan asked, looking down at the baby.

  “She’s my daughter. We haven’t chosen her name yet.”

  “You’re married?” The man sounded disappointed.

  “Soon. I hope. I’m traveling to go and live with my daughter’s father,” Jen explained. “But it’s…” she trailed off. What the hell am I doing? Why am I blabbing my life story to a stranger? “Anyway, thanks for helping us find good beds.” Jen turned away, hoping the man would leave her alone now. She wasn’t here to make friends.

  The alien didn’t take the hint.

  “You’re welcome. I personally like the look of this one,” he said as he flopped into the bed opposite Jen and the baby.

  His blue skin matched the blue bed sheets.

  Jen sighed internally, before submitting to the inevitable small talk. “So, what brings you on the flight?”

  “From the looks of you I’m guessing you don’t celebrate Sudliama Day?”

  “No. I know what it is though,” Jen replied. Mali had explained the holiday to her, back in the days before she hated Jen’s guts. It was a Christmas-like holiday, celebrated by Elendamans.

  “Right. Well, it’s next week. I’m looking for presents for my family. My sister is a bit of a raging bitch , so I go to a bit of extra effort so she doesn’t have any reason to ruin our Christmas. Noxtron is a famous shopping planet, so I’m just visiting for the weekend.”

  Jen frowned. “You’re sister is so intolerable that you fly to another planet to buy presents?” She could feel a small twinge in her gut. Something was hiding in the back of her mind, creeping in the shadows. A thought. A thought was developing. An awful woman. Blue skin. Sudliama Day. Long necked aliens. Elendama. Her intuition knew something, but it was just out of Jen’s grasp…

  Suddenly it hit her.

  Surely this young, handsome, man couldn’t be related to Mali?

  “Yes, that’s the reason my sister and I don’t speak often,” he said.

  Jen tried to think of a subtle way to discover his sister’s name.

  She couldn’t.

  “What’s your sister’s name?” she asked bluntly.

  “Mali. Why?”

  “I thought it might be,” Jen muttered.

  “You know her? Are you friends with my sister?” Denlan sounded surprised.

  “Something like that,” Jen said vaguely. “How long has it been since you’ve spoken to your sister?”

 
; Denlan frowned. “Probably since the last Sudliama Day. So, 16 months.”

  That meant that he wouldn’t have heard about her. Perfect.

  The ship’s horn tooted as the engines roared to life.

  She looked up, suddenly noticing how much the room had filled up. All sorts of aliens roamed the narrow gaps between beds, staking their claims.

  Jen’s tense body relaxed, and let out a breath of air she didn’t realize that she’d been holding.

  She had made it. She was aboard the ship, and it was moving away from Elendama. The most dangerous part is over, Jen thought as she smiled happily.

  *****

  Jen’s happiness to be aboard the ship didn’t last long. Her first night aboard the ship had been awful. As Jen had discovered, newborn babies cry. A lot. She had bags under her eyes, as did many of the other inhabitants of Cabin Z.

  She felt guilty for depriving the others of their sleep, but disembarking early was not an option.

  She briefly considered sleeping in the hallway, but quickly discarded that idea. It could be dangerous. She wouldn’t put her daughter’s safety at risk like that, even if it did mean becoming the most unpopular woman aboard the ship.

  She tried to ignore the death glares that they were shooting at her.

  She pretended she couldn’t hear the disgruntled murmurs that started every time she walked past.

  But it was impossible to wish away the angry mob that formed at her bedside on the third night.

  The baby started crying more loudly, scared of all the aliens yelling. Jen took a deep breath in as she was cursed at in a multitude of languages that she didn’t understand. She tried to stop the feeling of panic rising inside her.

  The words weren’t clear, but the meaning was. They wanted her out.

  Would they hurt her? Or even worse, hurt the baby? Did they eat babies? She wasn’t sure.

  Jen wished that she had done more studying on the different types of aliens.