It’s so big...

These are the people I tried to con?

The car flew straight into the center, reflective ball and a hole melted open for us. We flew through, and the car landed on a platform with a large bay window that faced Earth. The red, liquid force fields dissolved, and I felt as dry as ever.

All around us were small flying robots, similar cars and, so many Volardi. All I saw were males – shirtless – like usual, and heavily muscled. The ones with a purple stripe on their hair were bodybuilder huge. So much so that even someone like Nate would feel almost... well maybe not feminine but not manly.

Wonder what the Omegas feel?

Guess I’ll see real soon. Please don’t make me smaller.

Henry spoke in a crisp matter-of-fact tone. I wasn’t sure if he gave me a measure of trust or if he was used to having his orders obeyed. “Don’t try anything kid. Just don’t. It won’t end well for either one of us. You’re up here alone. Do your duty for America and after thirty days... well, you know.”

Yeah, thirty days as an Omega.

The thought should’ve scared me more. A guy surrounded by horny men with cocks the size of Clydesdales? Yeah... It wasn’t that I was a homophobe, but most queers wouldn’t try something with a straight guy. I didn’t buy into that paranoid bullshit. And yet… by doing this, didn’t that say I was okay with it? I was to have a man’s baby. For that to happen they had to stick their dick in me.

The site said there was no sex unless the ‘volunteer’ initiated it or accepted the man as his... uh mate.

Well, that won’t happen.

The idea of me begging for cock or agreeing to marry a man was beyond ridiculous.

Then why is my heart pounding?

I turned toward Henry. His skin wrinkled around his piercing blue eyes as he stared out through the window. I imagined he was taking it all in and seeing what secrets he could take back to Earth. The Volardi ‘shared’ their technology or so they claimed. They didn’t so much tell us how things worked, but rather let us buy them. ‘Cars’ like the one we used, were purchasable, but we didn’t... or couldn’t make our own. From what I heard, our versions never worked. My Pa’s voice rang in my head. “Still ain’t sure if they invaded.”

You and me both.

The dark canopy slid back and the short, blue-eyed blond I saw from the holographic video strolled toward us. Although it might have been a clone for all I knew. He was so unlike the Volardi. They were all heavily muscled with grey-black spotted flecks along their wide shoulders and thick forearms. He didn’t have purple eyes nor a colored stripe on his hair like the Alphas.

He fisted his left hand, put the right one over it, and bowed. His California accent drew out. “Greetings General.”