Alien Games

1-84360-047-1 Alien Games Claudia Rose 7/8/2002 Claudia Rose, 2002. Ellora's Cave, Inc. Science-Fiction Athlete Jenna Walsh has spent the last several years emotionally isolating herself from other people, including Bruce Glenn, a handsome fellow athlete who adores her. Things change for Jenna when she and Bruce are abducted by sadistic aliens and forced to engage in various sexual experiments by their captors. Now that Bruce is the only link Jenna has to home, she is forced to realize how much she cares for him. Their feelings for each other deepen as the alien games they participate in grow stranger... Sheri Ross Carucci, editor. Darrell King, artist.

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The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “ALIEN GAMES” has been rated Hard NC-17, extreme erotica, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view the ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

Chapter 1. World Champions

Bruce Glenn had timed his race to perfection. He had been fourth coming out of the water at Kailua Pier, but he had picked up a place through a quick transition from swim to bike, and picked up another place in the rigorous stretch through the lava fields, using his strength to carve a path through the Big Island’s notorious ho’mumuku winds and gradually creating a distance between himself and the rest of the field. By the time he reached the bike-to-run transition area at the Old Airport Park there was only one other person in the race, his best friend and great rival, the Australian triathlete Trevor Barnes, who was about 100 yards ahead of him. “Got you, ya Aussie bastard,” Bruce panted to himself. Barnes swam like a fish and cycled aggressively, but his big frame had a lot of weighty muscle to carry, and given a break of less than 200 yards, Bruce was usually able to reel him in. He set off in pursuit of the giant Australian, fixing his sights on the broad back ahead of him. With two miles to go he was less than ten strides behind, and a frustrated Barnes was painfully aware of his rival’s proximity. Closing the gap still further, Bruce squandered a vital breath. “Gidday cobber, come here often?” Barnes didn’t look round or miss a stride, he merely grunted “Lie down and die, runt!” and pounded the pavement with even greater determination. But he knew as he did so that the effort was futile. This was the point in a race where Bruce Glenn held all the cards. Sure enough, just as if he was changing up a gear in a fine sports car, Bruce smoothly increased his pace and moved around Barnes to take the lead. Unwilling to concede anything, Barnes matched his stride and followed in Bruce’s slipstream for as long as he could sustain the effort. But it was a 95-degree day on the Kona coast and his legs were beginning to wobble with exertion. Gradually Bruce pulled away, taking the race by 50 yards, and in the process winning back the world triathlon crown that he’d lost to Barnes

the year before. Even as he crossed the line to enthusiastic applause from the large crowd of spectators, a part of Bruce Glenn’s mind was back in the field with the leading women runners. Barring a major mishap Jenna Walsh would be crossing the line soon to confirm her place as Women’s World Triathlon Champion, and he wanted to be there to enjoy the sight. But first there was a crowd to greet, media to talk to, and a disgruntled Barnesy to slap on the back.

********** As expected, Jenna Walsh was leading the field. Her race, too, had gone to plan. But unlike Bruce Glenn who had to compensate for elements in which others were superior to him, Jenna’s plan was simply to get out in front and stay there. It wasn’t enough for her to win the race, she had to win every section as well. All she wanted the other women competitors to get, and as many of the men as possible, was her shapely rear view. Jenna was driven, there was no other word for it. Everything-—friendship, relationships, entertainment, sex—was subordinate to keeping her world triathlon crown. No other woman in the history of the event had remained unbeaten for as long as she had. Jenna attributed much of her success to the fact that she had trained herself not to need people around her. She rebuffed every approach, not only from the many eligible men who turned away muttering “dyke” under their breath, but also from the many women on the circuit who dreamed of running their hands over her splendidly sculpted body or sampling the delights only barely concealed beneath the skimpy maroon bikini briefs that she wore racing. But although the soft pubic mound and barely visible cleft of her groin looked inviting in its lycra packaging, Jenna had mentally posted a “Gate Closed—No Through Road” sign there four years earlier. Most of her fellow competitors had gotten the message by now, and with a greater or lesser degree of ill grace they had condescended to leave her to her private world. But not Bruce Glenn, in his quiet moments he would admit that Jenna Walsh was close to becoming an obsession. But no matter how many times she rebuffed him he kept coming back for more. Not that he needed to, there were plenty of other trim and desirable female triathletes on the circuit who were delighted to keep the world number one company. And his desire for the unattainable Jenna had never stopped him enjoying an active social and sex life. But always, he found himself drawn to Jenna the moment she happened to be in proximity. So here I am as usual, he thought. Bruce Glenn, greatest triathlete in the world, waiting with his tongue hanging out like any other triathlon groupie to see Jenna Walsh cross the line. At that moment Jenna did round the curve into the final straight, and Bruce felt, yet again, as if he were really only seeing her for the first time. “She is perfect!” he breathed in admiration. There was nothing Bruce could fault about Jenna. Her feet were made for running, not too big and not too small. Her legs, a tangible asset in their own right, were shapely enough that they appeared in any number of commercials for everything from stockings to depilatory cream. The erotic triangle at the top of her thighs always seemed to him to bulge just a little lasciviously, and the sight of it never failed to inspire a bulge of his own if he contemplated this locus of desire for too long (and such a bulge was a very risky proposition in the clothes Bruce ran in).

Seen from behind, Jenna’s buttocks had a smoothness of curve that was composed of generous amounts of sculpted muscle covered by a thin layer of fat, just sufficient to add shape and shine. Beneath her halter-top she sported a pair of breasts that wholly complemented her remarkable behind. They too were firm, round and almost faultless. The left breast was fractionally larger, but not enough that many people would notice. Probably the only person on the planet who didn’t think Jenna’s breasts were perfect, was Jenna herself. They were just a little large for a runner, and in her drive to remain world champion they were the only thing she’d change, given the chance, about this machine called her body that she trained and maintained. As if it wasn’t enough to have a body like a Greek goddess, Jenna’s face could have launched a thousand ships on its own. Despite her habitually unfriendly expression, it was impossible not to ignore the soft quirk of her lips, the dimples that appeared whenever there was a hint that she might be about to smile, and a moist pink tongue that quested softly between her even white teeth when she pondered a question hurled at her by a journalist. Hers was certainly the most photographed face in her sport. Her eyes, which were unusually luminous, were of slightly different colors, with one tending towards teal green, and the other towards blue. Her light golden skin never seemed affected by the harsh exposure to the elements it endured as she obsessively pursued her profession, and her short honey-blond hair was only slightly bleached despite its repeated exposure to sun, water and weather. As Jenna crossed the line, she punched the air once, decisively, to acknowledge her victory, than slowed to a brisk walk. It was her policy never to show fatigue, and she picked her way with a straight back between the male athletes hunched over catching their breath. “Good race Jenna!” called Bruce as she came near him. Startled she looked up, saw who it was, and acknowledged his congratulations with a blank look and a small wave of her hand. Not to be put off, Bruce moved closer, stopping Jenna from pushing on through the crowd by lightly catching hold of her elbow. “What say us two world champions celebrate over dinner in Kona tonight?” he suggested. Pointedly Jenna pulled her elbow out of his grasp. “Sorry Glenn, I’m on the next flight out of here, I’ve got a place to stay and train for two weeks on the windward side of Oahu. Thanks anyway.” Even though he knew it was pointless, Bruce couldn’t stop himself. “That’s okay, I’m heading to Oahu too for a few days, why don’t we meet up? We could even train together.” This time Jenna made no pretence of politeness. “Look Glenn, why do you keep forcing me to be rude to your face. I’m not interested in you, I don’t want to train with you, and I’m not meeting up with you in Oahu. Please leave me alone! If you were a fan rather than a fellow competitor I’d have reported you for harassment long before now.” With that she turned on her heel and stalked away through the press of athletes. Feeling anything but a world champion, Bruce stared bleakly after her departing back.

And at that moment, when he felt things couldn’t get any lower, a deep voice rumbled with amusement from somewhere above his head. “Gidday cobber, get shafted like that often?” “Lie down and die, Barnesy!” he replied weakly.

********** Other eyes than Barnesy’s were avidly watching the confrontation between Bruce and Jenna. Miles above their heads an undetectable space-craft held a geosynchronous orbit over the Kona coast of the Big Island of the Hawaiian archipelago. The ship’s two inhabitants had listened in on the meeting with technology far superior to anything Earth scientists even dreamed of. “They are the ones, Psi276,” commented one of the alien observers. “Both were clear victors in this grueling contest, and our readings of them indicate an almost unprecedented cellular compatibility. If there were not so many other Terrans around I would be tempted to extract them now. We have already secured the other three pairs of humanoids, and only the Vedi are causing us any residual problems.” “I mean no disrespect Alpha19,” replied the creature’s companion. “But I have grave reservations about the Terran female. I concede that she is physically as close to excellence as to be within the margins of error for perfection, but she has powerful psychological blocks in place that indicate an almost pathological degree of repression.” “You are correct to be concerned, Psi276, her repressions are indeed within the abnormal range. But I am confident that we have the technology to remove those barriers and restore her normal sexual functioning. Maintain observation with a view to making the extraction within three planetary rotations the next time they are within an acceptable proximity to each other. I shall return to the laboratory and continue working to break down the resistance of the Vedi.” “As you command, Alpha19.”

********** Two days after winning the world championship, Bruce was basking in the warm tropical waters off Oahu’s Lanikai beach. He’d coped with Jenna’s rejection by hitting the town with Barnesy and two exuberant young female triathletes new to this year’s circuit. They’d dined, drunk, partied and made love, taking as their cue Barnesy’s infectious abandon. Bruce had tried to enjoy himself. He even felt he’d acquitted himself honestly. But the whole process had become rather mechanical, and he’d finally hit out on his own making a lame excuse about arrangements to be sorted out on Oahu. Barnes had greeted this with a knowing leer, but thankfully had refrained from adding further to the humiliation that Bruce was already experiencing. But this time alone had really done him good, and in the waters off Lanikai beach he felt whole again, glad to remember that he was here in one of the world’s beauty spots, at the peak of health and fitness, and, on top of everything else, the World Triathlon Champion. Closing his eyes he slowly exhaled the air from his lungs and drifted lazily down to the sandy bottom some ten feet below him.

As he touched the ocean floor, Bruce suddenly felt exhilarated at how good it was to be here and to be alive. With a mighty kick of his powerful legs he pushed up from the sand towards the surface and rose out of the water like a breaching humpback whale. Unfortunately on his way down he crashed heavily into a passing swimmer. For a moment he was stunned, and then concern for the person he’d hit took over. The swimmer had taken a heavy blow and was thrashing about in a dazed and uncoordinated way. Quickly Bruce pulled the person’s head out of the water and got a huge shock. He was eye to eye with a confused Jenna Walsh. In a matter of seconds, however, her eyes focused, her mind cleared, and she recognized her assailant. Her lips turned white with fury. “Bruce Glenn, what the hell are you doing, trying to kill me?” “I’m really sorry Jenna,” he stuttered helplessly. “I honestly didn’t see you there.” “Well you should have been looking, you could have injured me you fool!” she all but screamed. “It was an accident. Let me help you to the beach.” Her reply was a curt, “Fuck off, Glenn!” as she turned to swim away. At that moment life changed forever. Later Bruce could never properly recall what had happened. All he remembered was that the water began to bubble as if it was boiling, and then he was being spun in a whirlpool, faster and faster, as if about to be swept down a plug-hole. Something banged into him. It might have been Jenna. There was a confusion of flashing lights and a sound like a hundred jet engines. The sound got louder and louder, the water span faster, the lights flashed more brilliantly, and finally, when his overloaded brain could bear it no longer, he lost consciousness.

Chapter 2. Hanging Around

When Bruce Glenn opened his eyes, the very first thing he saw convinced him he was asleep and dreaming. Jenna Walsh was in front of him, about ten feet away, and she appeared to be stuck to the wall. Although she was hanging vertically, with her arms outstretched and her leg slightly apart, there was nothing obviously holding her in place. A more immediate attention grabber than this strange phenomenon, was the fact that she was entirely naked. Jenna’s breasts pointed proudly at him, the skin lighter in tone where they had been covered by her bikini top. They were full and round, and the untanned skin had an almost plastic smoothness about it. Her nipples, which were erect little buds, were the same pink as her tongue. They sat symmetrically in the middle of darker aureolae that were slightly puckered, as if in response to a mild coolness in the air temperature. Lower down, Jenna’s neatly trimmed bush of naturally honey-blond pubic hair barely concealed a temptingly coy vagina.

Jenna looked to be asleep, her eyes were closed, her face was impassive, and her head lolled slightly to one side. Before Bruce could take in much more than this about his surroundings, two small creatures walked jerkily into his field of vision. The sight of them convinced him that he must be awake and caught up in some elaborate practical joke. The creatures looked like badly constructed aliens out of some Hollywood B movie. Each was about four-foot tall, with a skinny, naked, androgynous body, a large oval shaped head with green lens-like eyes, two tiny slits for a nose, and a wider slit with no lips for a mouth. “Hey!” called Bruce. “Enough of the fancy dress. Let me down!” Like Jenna, he too was upright and stuck to the wall. There were no obvious bonds holding him there, but when he tried to move it felt as if invisible weights were pressing him back firmly against the surface behind him. He could move his head, and wiggle his fingers and toes, but other than that he was completely helpless. At the sound of his voice, Jenna’s eyes flicked open. After a moment of disorientation, she caught sight of him opposite her, and her look of bewilderment changed to one of flaring anger. “Glenn!” she hissed. “Whatever you’ve done to me has gone too far. Get me down, let me go, and expect a visit from the police for kidnapping, assault and unlawful sexual conduct! And then prepare yourself for a visit from my lawyers with the biggest lawsuit you’ve ever imagined!” “It’s nice to see you too, Jenna,” replied Bruce with a wry smile. “But if you’re looking at slapping on lawsuits then you’re looking at the wrong person. I’m as tied up as you are. You’d better ask tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee down there what the game is.” Jenna looked down, and for the first time noticed the two creatures standing below her, their eyes roughly at the level of her exposed pussy. For a moment she was struck dumb, and in that moment both she and Bruce heard “voices” in their heads. While there was no one obviously speaking, they somehow knew that they were hearing a conversation between the two creatures in front of them. “The implantation of the controller chips went smoothly, Alpha19, and both subjects have been intensively scanned. The male is satisfactory, but I am still concerned that we have erred by selecting this particular female. Bio-indicators show that she has not been sexually active for at least three rotations of the planet around its sun. She is of no use to us if she is frigid. If she cannot perform we will have to dispose of her and select a second subject.” “Patience, Psi276. You know we have had her under observation for some time. Physically she has no equal, and our studies of humanoid reproduction show that in all four humanoid variants high physical function corresponds with libido in the maximum band. She may simply require some stimulation.” “Well we shall soon see, but I have serious doubts and concerns. If we must replace her our schedule will be severely compromised and the Council will be seeking answers.” As he made this comment, the creature raised its arm and very lightly prodded Jenna’s vagina, near the clitoris, with one pale bony finger. He could hardly have got a more vigorous reaction had he used an electric cattle prod. Jenna’s entire body convulsed, and she let forth with a torrent of abuse that left

Bruce feeling impressed and somewhat awed. “You scrawny little no nuts fuck! Touch me like that again and I’ll rip your eggy head off and use it to bore you a new arsehole!” she screamed. Bruce may have been impressed, but the two creatures were entirely unmoved. “Well, that is a gratifying reaction,” said the one who had digitally violated her. “There are certainly active nerve endings down there. But I am still concerned that the creature’s reproductive organs are insufficiently lubricated for her age and breeding capacity.” “Be patient, Psi276. It is a good response as you say. Let us employ some chemical and mechanical stimulation before we hurry to conclusions. It would be a shame to discard a subject that is in all other respects perfect for our needs.” Then the second creature reached up towards Jenna’s left breast with a small cylindrical device. As it touched the soft curve of her mammary, there was a small hiss, like escaping compressed air. Again Jenna jerked involuntarily, and again she let forth with an outraged scream and a torrent of abuse. “That will take a few moments to work,” said the creature that had injected her. “Let us go into the adjacent area and see what progress is being made with the Vedi.” The two small beings turned and walked jerkily out of Bruce and Jenna’s line of vision. “Are you alright Jenna?” asked Bruce as soon as they were alone. “What the hell do you care,” she responded bitterly. “You must be enjoying this. Jenna Walsh getting what’s coming to her. Isn’t this the position you’ve fantasized seeing me in for the last few years, spread naked and helpless?” “Well I’ve fantasized seeing you in various positions, but this isn’t top of my list. And if you’re comparing predicaments, then you might like to notice that you’re not the only one here spread naked and helpless.” She looked at him but made no comment. “Besides,” he continued. “I’m too worried to be able to pay the attention to your admirable body that it fully deserves. I think these little rodents are for real, and if they are then we’re in a shit-load of trouble. They’ve already talked in quite a cavalier way about disposing of you. Suddenly I’m taking all those alien abductee stories seriously, and if even half of what they say is true then we might well find ourselves at the receiving end of some unpleasant experimentation. If the fact that they can pin us to a wall with invisible bonds is a taste of their power over us then I don’t think we’re going to be in a position to resist.” Part of Jenna’s mind knew that what Bruce was saying was both sensible and serious, but she was finding it hard to concentrate on his voice because unaccustomed sensations were sweeping through her. The competitive knot that had been a constant presence in her stomach for the last four years was dissolving and easing, her muscles were relaxing, and she was suddenly becoming aware of areas of her body that she had shut out of her awareness for some years now. The dissolving knot in her stomach gave way to a feeling of languorous relaxation, and waves of warmth began pulsing towards her groin. The effect of this warmth was a delicious sensation of fullness and moistness. She could feel her labia

enlarging, the inner lips pushing between the outer folds. An itch began in her clitoral area that she desperately needed to rub. Of their own volition her hips started making small writhing and lifting movements—the strong muscles in her upper thighs strained to force themselves together and rub at the source of this delicious irritation. Jenna, her eyes hooded and her mouth slightly open as she panted with mounting desire, looked over at Bruce. He, oblivious to what was happening to her, was warming to his theme of the dangers they faced. Jenna realized then she’d never really “looked” at Bruce before, except in the detached way she admired him as an athlete. To her, his body had always been nothing more than a well-maintained machine, in much the same way that hers was. But suddenly it was as if she were seeing him for the first time. His lips, as he talked, seemed unaccountably erotic. They opened and closed over perfect teeth, forming a mouth that always seemed about to quirk into a gentle smile. His eyes were a rich hazel, his skin was deeply tanned by the sun. His torso was sleek and muscled—a smattering of hair in the center of his chest lightly covered a pair of well developed pecs, but the hair petered out around nipples that seemed to have unusually large points for a man. Jenna was gripped by an urgent desire to feel those nipples against her tongue. She wanted to inhale the musk of Bruce’s body, lick the salt off him, and bite the points of his nipples in the hope of extracting a gasp of mingled pleasure and pain. This strange desire to bite him, and keep biting until he cried out, intensified as her eyes traveled down his body. She imagined her tongue traveling there—tracing the base of his ribcage, descending into the concave of his belly, pausing to explore his navel, then sliding down further and further to… At this point Bruce stopped talking, aware that he had lost Jenna’s attention. If he hadn’t known better he’d have sworn that she was fixating on his groin. Her small pink tongue was slipping delicately in and out between her lips, her breasts were heaving with every breath, and her nipples were standing out prominently, the skin of each aureole now sharply raised and puckered. As well, a fine film of sweat glowed on her exposed flanks, and a moist pink softness showed between her legs. “Jenna, what…” Bruce began to say, when the two aliens abruptly reappeared in the room. Ignoring Bruce they walked over to Jenna. One of them had a small instrument in its hand that it pointed at her and moved up and down. “There Psi276, that should ease your concerns. The readings for all levels of standard humanoid sexual response are in the upper levels. Every erogenous zone of her body is fully excited: lips, earlobes, breasts, nipples, clitoris, vagina are close to maximum levels of stimulation. I could finish her off using digital manipulation, we hardly need use the mechanical devices.” Experimentally Alpha19 reached out a bony finger, as his companion had done earlier and once more pressed lightly at the base of Jenna’s pubic mound. This time, instead of the outrage, Jenna responded with a loud moan as she attempted to press harder against this unbearably pleasurable contact with her most sensitive place. “Yes, you are right,” said Psi276. “Unpleasant as it would be, we could complete the test ourselves. However, if we use the standard equipment we can add the data to the sample pool and augment the experiment. There is no point in wasting an opportunity.”

With that, the creature gestured in the direction they had come from, and three objects came drifting quietly into Bruce’s line of sight. To him they looked like three sheets of thick plastic. Jenna, who had her eyes half closed, was unaware of them. But it was Jenna that they made for. As they drifted closer to her body, two smaller sections of the film moved upwards towards her breasts, while a larger sheet moved downwards towards her groin. As Bruce watched the pieces of material molded themselves to Jenna’s body. The two smaller pieces covered her breasts while the larger one moved between her legs to cover everything from her pubic mound to her buttocks. To Bruce’s amazement, the material turned all-but-invisible as it tightened against her, only a slight shininess giving any indication that it was there at all. Jenna was suddenly aware of what seemed to be warm hands touching her. Surprised she opened her eyes, but there was no one there, she didn’t notice the two aliens below her, only Bruce, still naked and immobilized against the wall across from her. Yet there was certainly the feeling that expert hands sensitive to her body’s most intense desires were touching her. Years back, when she had been sexually active, she’d never really liked having her breasts touched. But this was different—strong sensitive fingers were massaging them with perfect pressure, her nipples were being encouraged to fill with blood, and she felt an exciting hardness in their points that she’d never experienced before. As the stimulation increased they began to tingle and send even greater signals of excitement in the direction of her crotch. Moaning with desire, she shook her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip with her top teeth and panting with the urgency of a growing pressure to climax. From Bruce’s perspective it seemed as if the Invisible Man was groping Jenna. The firm rounds of her breasts were squeezing in and out while the nipples were being pulled back and forth. He couldn’t help himself—it was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. Combined with Jenna’s increasingly urgent moans and gasps, it was causing his groin to swell. Desperately he tried to stop his growing erection. “Don’t look, think of something else!” he commanded himself. He peered down at the two aliens, who were showing as much interest in Jenna’s excitement as if they’d been looking at a blank wall. That helped for a moment, but then Jenna gave another, louder, gasp, followed by an urgent mewling sound that made him jerk his eyes back to her. In that moment he knew he was undone. “Oh, what the fuck, may as well take the ride,” he muttered, and abandoned himself to the sight before him. The third piece of material had begun to work on Jenna’s crotch. Carefully it molded itself to her womanhood. It concentrated mainly on the zone around the clitoris, but penetrated a little into both her vagina and anus as well. Jenna had never been touched intimately in her anus in her life, and for a moment the unexpected invasion aroused a flicker of resistance. But resistance was only momentary, because the feeling was too delicious. She felt her hole being gently entered and then warm moist pulsing excited nerves that she’d never realized she had. From Bruce’s perspective, it again looked as if an invisible hand was at work. He could see Jenna’s sensitive flesh being manipulated, the hood over her clitoris moving from side to side, the lips of her vagina being pulled downwards and apart, even her buttocks undulating slightly.

His erection firmed with a vengeance. It was as hard and hot as it had ever been, and he craved some sort of release, even as he knew he was unlikely to get it. “God!” he gasped. “This is the worst form of torture!” At the sound of his voice, Jenna, who had been lost in a world of sensation, opened her eyes. His erect member was, in some ways, the last straw. The visual stimulation it gave her, combined with the physical sensations in her chemically excited body, sent her into shuddering waves of orgasm. She wanted that hot shaft, wanted to hold it, suck it, bite it, feel it in her, feel it rubbing her clit, feel it entering her arsehole and her pussy. Wave after wave of orgasm shook her. Her climaxes were light years beyond anything she had ever imagined, let alone experienced. She found herself simultaneously screaming, moaning, laughing and crying. “Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh, no! Stop! Stop! Oh, God! Bruce! I want your fat cock Bruce, I want to feel it up me, come up my arse, let me suck you, I want to bite it! Oh God! Oh Bruce! Oh fuck!” When Jenna thought she could stand it no longer. When every muscle in her body strained against itself until spots danced before her eyes. When sweat ran in runnels down her breasts and her juices flowed down her thighs. When she thought the pain and pleasure of it might well kill her. It abruptly stopped. Spent and exhausted, her body a mass of over-stimulated nerve endings and her physical self shaken to the core, Jenna Walsh collapsed against the invisible bonds supporting her. And all Bruce Glenn could do was watch his cock slowly deflate, while the ache of the ejaculation that might have been settled in his scrotum like a bruise from a hard kick to the groin. “You were entirely correct,” conceded Psi276 to its companion. “She is exactly what we need.” The alien glanced down at the instrument it held in its hand. “I can hardly believe the output levels indicated here. She has raised all the maximums for humanoid female sexual response by an average 9.54%. If I hadn’t witnessed the test myself I would suspect the gauges were faulty. The Council will be very pleased by our progress to date.” “Yes,” replied Alpha19. “All we need to do is tame the Vedi and we will have the four breedable pairs that we require for the next stage. Sedate these ones, make final adjustments to the implants, send them to the holding pen, then come and assist me. As expected, subjugating these Vedi is proving to be our hardest task.” Alpha19 turned and lurched off, leaving Psi276 alone with Bruce and Jenna. Pulling out a cylinder like the one that had injected Jenna earlier, Psi276 casually pressed it to her thigh. As it hissed, she spasmed and immediately lost consciousness. Knowing it was futile, but unable to help himself, Bruce raged at the alien as it turned towards him “Get away from me you fucking freak!” But it was to no avail. The same cylinder that had sedated Jenna connected with his thigh, there was a hiss, a sharp pain, and the last thing Bruce remembered was the sensation of falling down a deep, dark hole.

Chapter 3. Alone at Last?

When Jenna regained consciousness she had no sense that any significant time had passed. She could remember everything that had happened, from being abducted along with Bruce out of the water off Lanikai beach, to them both being pinned to the wall of an alien laboratory by a pair of extraterrestrial deviants. Given her experiences so far, and her utter powerlessness to prevent any of them, she had no illusions about the seriousness of the predicament she was in. One of Jenna’s great strengths had always been the ability to clearly evaluate any situation she found herself in. For example, she had instinctively known what she needed to do to achieve her athletic success. Equally instinctively, she now knew what she needed to do to improve her chances of surviving being abducted by aliens. For years, winning and retaining the world triathlon crown had been the focus of her efforts and desires. But without a moments hesitation Jenna now dismissed such life-long ambitions from her mind as so much fluff. What meaning had a triathlon title when the trick from day to day would be stay alive in the hope that she’d find an opportunity to return home? Although she had elected to chase triathlon titles on her own, Jenna knew that the most valuable thing to her in this situation was an ally. For that reason, Bruce Glenn had suddenly become the most important person in her life. She needed to bond with him as quickly as possible. She prayed that he was safe nearby and that she’d get to see him soon. In a rare moment of personal candor, Jenna was honest enough to admit that there was more than pragmatism in her decision to forge a relationship with Bruce. Whatever those scrawny aliens had done had given her a sexual experience like nothing she had ever felt, heard of, or imagined. She cringed a little when she remembered how she had orgasmed repeatedly, in an uninhibited moaning frenzy, while Bruce watched from three yards away. But then she also remembered that Bruce had looked mortified himself as his pulsing cock had strained towards her shuddering body like a snake charmed from its basket by irresistible music. Jenna wanted a better acquaintance with that cock. If she was going to die sometime soon in an alien laboratory, then by God she was going to die secure in the knowledge that she’d done her best to have a good time. As these thoughts were passing through her mind, Jenna was also appraising her immediate situation. She was naked, lying on some sort of bed, facing a blank white wall. Her body confirmed that she hadn’t just dreamed everything that had happened: her breasts were tender and her vagina tingled and throbbed a little. Apart from that, however, she felt amazingly well—completely healthy, relaxed and rested. Languorously she turned onto her back, stretching as she did so, her eyes squinting against the whiteness of the small square cubicle. Then she rolled a fraction further and discovered to her delight that on a second low bed, a mere three feet from her, lay an equally-naked Bruce Glenn. Bruce had regained consciousness at the same time as Jenna, and many similar thoughts about their predicament had been going through his mind. But overlaying these was a considerable amount of anxiety because on the bed next to him lay the unclothed figure of the woman of his dreams, and the last time he had seen her she’d been stuck against a wall writhing in orgasm, compliments of alien drugs and mechanical devices. He may have been an unwilling spectator, but in effect he’d shown his approval of what Jenna was being put through by sporting a very large erection. From three difficult years of dealing with Jenna Walsh on the triathlon circuit Bruce had every reason to expect that she would now hold him personally responsible for every painful, sordid, humiliating thing that

had happened to her. So when she finally turned towards him, he apprehensively steeled himself for the explosion that he knew was about to occur. Instead of glaring at him, Jenna’s eyes assumed a dreamy look; instead of baring her teeth to snarl, her mouth curved sweetly into a smile; and instead of shouting, she addressed him in a sensuous whisper. “Hi, Bruce.” “Uh, h-h-hi,” he stuttered in reply. This was deeply unsettling. Bruce immediately suspected that Jenna remained in the grip of some alien drug. “I see we’re no longer climbing the walls,” she said next, with a twinkle in her eye and an even wider smile, pulling herself up on one elbow. Bruce’s jaw dropped. In all the time he’d known Jenna he’d never heard of her enjoying a joke, let alone making one. She was clearly in an even worse state than he’d feared. What should he do? Jenna was becoming concerned herself. She was used to an articulate, pushy Bruce Glenn, not some dumbstruck dimwit who stared at her vacantly. Perhaps the aliens had harmed him after she’d lost consciousness. She sat up, swung her legs to the floor, and leaned forward to look into his eyes. “Are you feeling alright, Bruce?” she asked, with real concern evident in her tone. “They haven’t hurt you have they?” The consequence of Jenna sitting up was that Bruce suddenly found himself eye to nipple with her magnificent breasts. With a desperate effort he wrenched his eyes up to her face. “Uh, yes, I’m fine,” he said, trying to keep looking her in the eye. “How are you…feeling…?” he trailed off lamely. “Oh as good as can be expected in the circumstances,” she replied airily. “I guess we’re not going to be getting our clothes back in a hurry,” she continued, as if the prospect was little more than a minor inconvenience. “No, I don’t think so.” Bruce struggled up into a sitting position, attempting to gain some control over the situation. Seated, he found that he and Jenna were knee to knee in the cramped room. As if on strings, his eyes were drawn inexorably downwards again, over Jenna’s firm tits towards her enticing womanhood. The sight of her female charms caused the vessels in his flaccid member to constrict, and the blood pulsing down there made his penis start to inflate like an erratically blown balloon. He tried to cross one leg over the other to hide what was occurring, but this only succeeded in drawing Jenna’s attention to what was happening down at groin level. “Why Bruce,” she cooed. “I think you’re pleased to see me.” She reached forward and lightly rested one hand on his inner thigh. The nerves of his leg spasmed beneath her fingers and his cock pulsed even harder.

Jenna smiled dreamily. “I think you need something, and I might be just the person to supply it.” Lightly she walked her fingernails up the inside of his leg towards his groin. When she reached his testicles her hand rolled over to cup his swollen scrotum. The last thing she had expected at such an intimate moment was that Bruce’s would yelp and leap a foot in the air. “No Jenna, wait!” he gasped. Jenna was surprised and hurt. She immediately went on the defensive, just as the Jenna Walsh of old would have. Her eyes flared and she snarled, “Oh I see Glenn, not interested now that you’ve seen me pinned and squirming. Decided you’re too good for me, have you?” “No Jenna, that’s not it at all,” Bruce pleaded. “It’s just that I’m in a fair bit of discomfort down there, due to, um, over-stimulation without release.” He was about to add, “I’ll do anything you want, let’s just go carefully,” when a soft sliding sound interrupted him. He looked up and his jaw dropped for the second time in the space of two minutes. “Besides,” he finally managed. “We’ve got company.” Jenna turned and gave a start. Four pairs of eyes were studying them with interest through the open doorway. But the eyes belonged to no creatures that she had ever heard of before. They were clearly more aliens, of two different species, and because none wore any type of garment it was easy to see that a male and female of each species was present. The females had breasts of a sort, and the males had scrotums, but there the resemblance ended. The smaller pair looked like a cross between a human and a big cat—a leopard, perhaps—with the male standing about 5”6 high and the female some 6 inches shorter. They stood relaxed and poised on their hind legs, they had slanted eyes, small flat noses, slightly pointed ears, needle sharp teeth, and bodies covered by fine, almost downy, coats of subtly patterned fur. The male was heavier about the shoulders and had more hair on his torso, while the female was much slimmer in the waist and with comparatively wider hips. The impression that they were related to felines was completed by the fact that each had a long, sinuous tail. The other pair of creatures towered massively over the cat people. They had the physical presence of gorillas. Their legs appeared short, but only because their torsos were strongly muscled, and their arms were as thick as small tree-trunks. Unlike gorillas they were completely hairless, having instead smooth ebony skin that shone like obsidian, and faces that were very human, and strikingly handsome. Again, the female was some six inches shorter than the male. Other than that, the only immediate difference between male and female, Jenna noticed, was the tremendously large set of testicles hanging between the male’s legs. However, where his penis would have been if he were a human, there was only a barely visible slit. As if aware of her scrutiny, the giant creature lowered his head a little to look into her eyes, and as he did so a deep voice, that both she and Bruce could “hear”, rumbled inside their heads. “Hello Terrans. We were aware that you had come to consciousness and it was agreed that we should greet you, even though the Vedi have not yet arrived. I am Mortsundroot of the Gortsoitrevnia. Most call me Mort.” As he said this he inclined his huge head towards them in greeting.

“And I am Zhortasivtal, also of the Gortsoitrevnia,” said the female next to him, in a voice only fractionally less deep. “You are welcome to call me Zhorta.” Then the male cat-person spoke, his mind-voice a sweet baritone that purred laughingly in their heads. “Yes, greetings Terrans. I am Fritti of the Trrivv and this is my companion, Mmerr.” As he spoke, his companion, the female cat-person, rubbed herself sinuously against the doorframe, and then her soft, sibilant voice echoed purringly in their minds. “My dear. I am so sorry that you are in discomfort. Perhaps I can help.” Her tail, snaking forward as if of its own volition, slid up Bruce’s leg and deftly looped itself around his sensitive testicles. It felt to Bruce as if his swollen balls were being cradled in warm velvet and for a moment he was too stunned to make any response. Not so Jenna, she suddenly felt very proprietorial towards this portion of Bruce’s anatomy that, twenty-four hours earlier, she wouldn’t have touched with a barge pole. “It’s very interesting to meet you,” she responded coolly, assuming that by whatever means the communication was occurring her new found alien companions would be able to understand her speech. “And I’m looking forward to getting to know you all better. But right now my friend has a problem that only I can help him with.” In one lightening movement she grabbed Mmerr’s offending tail to pull it loose. Unfortunately for Bruce, as quick as Jenna’s reflexes were, Mmerr’s reflexes were quicker, and instead of being pulled free, the velvet bands tightened into cords of steel before Jenna could remove them. The result was that Bruce’s sensitive testicles were pulled so violently from his body that he thought they were coming out by the roots. “Eeeeeeeehhhhhhh!” he screamed incoherently, two octaves higher than his normal pitch. Desperately he grabbed at Mmerr’s tale to relieve the pressure. “Screeeeeesh!” hissed Mmerr, as she felt her beloved tail being mangled by two pairs of Terran hands. “Back off, Pussy Galore!” raged Jenna, jumping to her feet. She’d had enough of being pushed around and abused lately, and fury at the way she’d been treated by the first aliens erupted to the surface. She was going to have a piece of this particular alien if it was the last thing she did. Not one to back down, Mmerr extricated her tail from Bruce’s desperate grasp and turned to face Jenna with flashing eyes, claws, and needle sharp teeth. But before the catfight could begin a new, aristocratic, carefully modulated voice echoed in the minds of everyone present. “Ah good. I see we are all getting acquainted.” Only Bruce, who was curled on his couch with his hands clenched to his groin, ignored the voice. The rest turned to see who was speaking.

For Jenna, who had had too many surprises for one day, it was almost more than she could take. Another couple had joined them. Like everyone else they were naked, and quite obviously one was male and the other female, with genitalia that were more conventional by Earth standards. These newcomers were both tall and slim, with refined, aquiline features—the male was strikingly handsome and the female ethereally beautiful. But what really took Jenna’s breath away was their skin, which was a rich luminous blue; their eyes, which were as jet black as their hair; and their arms, of which they had four instead of two. “Good,” rumbled Mort the Gort happily. “The Vedi have arrived. Now perhaps we can find out what is going on.”

Chapter 4. Enough to Make Him Come

Jenna’s eyes were wrenched away from these new, startlingly blue, four-armed aliens, by an agonized groan from behind her. She turned back to Bruce, and was frightened to see that his face had gone an unhealthy gray color. Never in her life had Jenna felt as close to a person as she did to Bruce at this moment. He was her one link to Earth. He represented everything that was real and familiar. And he was clearly very sick. Isn’t this ironic? She thought to herself. The man I wouldn’t have given the time of day to yesterday, is now worth more to me than a dozen World Championships. She could see that his groin had started to distend and was turning an angry purple. The sensitive organs down there weren’t made for such handling, she regretted having tried to outsmart the female Trrivv, maybe something had ruptured internally. “Bruce, Bruce, it’s okay,” she whispered, kneeling beside him to stroke his forehead. His brow was furrowed with pain and clammy with cold sweat. Jenna was experienced with treating her own soft-tissue injuries and knew that she needed to reduce the swelling. “Give me a moment to see if I can find something to use as a compress,” she said to him, starting to rise to her feet. “Perhaps I can help.” A second cultured voice, more lightly pitched than the voice of the male Vedi, echoed in Jenna’s head. She straightened up and turned to find herself facing the serene features of the female. The alien woman’s eyes were deep black pools, and for a peculiar moment Jenna felt as if she was being drawn down into them. What she wasn’t aware of, but what the other aliens noticed immediately, was that physically she and the female Vedi were of strikingly similar build and posture. “Tisshh,” murmured Fritti, to no one in particular. “Color the Terran blue and give her two more arms and there’d be enough Vedi women to pleasure me and my tail.” Mmerr bared her teeth at him and laughed mockingly. “Just one Vedi woman is two arms more than you and your tail can handle.” Jenna was oblivious to this exchange. Her attention was focused on the Vedi. She needed to resist her. These beings were all aliens, she couldn’t trust them, only Bruce was human here. She opened her mouth

to shriek in fury and fear. But before she could utter a sound, the voice echoed once more in her head. “Be calm, Terran. I know what you have been through and how difficult it must be to absorb it all. Let your mind relax, feel peace wash through your being. I can heal your friend.” As she said this, the Vedi laid a cool hand on Jenna’s shoulder to encourage her to move aside. Jenna felt her skin tingle strangely at the touch, and her body rocked forward, almost of its own volition, so that the creamy globes of her well-formed breasts pressed firmly against the almost identically shaped blue breasts of the alien woman. Jenna gasped at the sensation, it was similar to the tingling she’d felt when the woman touched her shoulder, but warmer and more intense. She wasn’t the only one surprised. The Vedi’s eyes widened, and one of her eyebrows rose inquiringly. “My name is Ranisha. I see we must talk. But first let me help your friend.” Jenna drew aside in confusion, all her resistance gone, which allowed Ranisha to sink gently down beside Bruce. For some time the blue woman did nothing, simply knelt beside the sick man, her eyes closed, her body gently swaying. Then she stretched her arm out towards Bruce’s crotch, and as she did so she started to hum, softly at first but gradually increasing in volume. Bruce, who was close to losing consciousness, did not hear the humming as sound, he felt it as a soft vibration in the very center of the intense pain that had gripped his genitals and lower part of his belly. The vibration gradually increased in intensity, and as it did so it seemed to Bruce that the pain was dissolving, and in its place delicious warmth was building. The freedom from pain felt so good that he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. His eyes, which had been clenched shut, opened slowly and he found himself looking into the same black pools that Jenna had encountered a few moments earlier. Ranisha’s eyes seemed to him to be like windows, openings through which she was giving him a view into her alien soul. Bruce didn’t really understand what it was he was seeing there, but he knew intuitively that this alien woman was immensely wise, immensely kind, and very terrible if crossed. “So Terran, how are you feeling now?” Her voice echoed soothingly in his mind, and her mouth quirked into a smile. At the same time, her hand, which had been hovering over the site of his injury, lowered itself to settle directly on his groin. Bruce gasped—and suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. All the blood in his body surged towards the place where Ranisha’s hand was resting, tremendous rushing warmth suffused every part of his crotch. Never in his life had his cock sprung to attention with such speed. In a matter of seconds it was pulsing madly, and he was transported into a world of intense pleasure and desire. “The blocks are starting to take effect,” gasped Ranisha’s voice in his mind. “I have only a few more seconds.” Bruce didn’t understand what she was talking about, and he didn’t really care. With what appeared to be a huge effort of will Ranisha curled her fingers around Bruce’s shaft. Immediately a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared from the angry red eye at its tip. “I must stop in a few seconds, the pain is too much,” she cried out in his mind.

With an obvious effort, and with an audible moan of deep pain, Ranisha rubbed her hand up and down the length of Bruce’s cock to stimulate it. But she managed only three brief strokes before crying out, clutching the back of her head, and falling to the floor where she curled into a fetal position. Bruce didn’t actually realize she’d stopped. Those three strokes had been more than sufficient. It felt to him as if every one of the millions of nerve endings in his engorged rod was receiving concurrent stimulation. It was enough to make him come… and come… and come… He was too far-gone in ecstasy to take any control of the situation. In fact he wasn’t even aware that his cock was unrestrained. He had surrendered himself completely to the astounding ejaculation that was pumping him empty of every drop of pleasure, pain, desire and unrequited lust that had built up within him. In practical terms, this meant that when the eruptions of sticky white cum began spurting out of him, Bruce’s penis was waving around like an uncontrolled fire-hose. Semen sprayed everywhere. A long jet of it splashed across his own face. While an even larger gush covered the heaving bosom of the still suffering Ranisha, who had only just managed to sit back up. The fluid traced the curve of one breast, leaving a shiny liquid trail down her silky blue skin. Jenna’s jaw had dropped in surprise when Bruce rapidly metamorphosed from an injured victim into a prize stud stallion. It dropped even further when Ranisha collapsed. Unfortunately it was still open when, with one final spasm, Bruce’s cock sent an enormous spurt sailing through the air and straight down her throat. For what seemed like a long time there was an awed silence in the little room—broken only by the sound of Jenna softly gagging. At last Bruce opened his eyes, to find Ranisha looking quietly down at him. He pulled himself up on one elbow, relishing the absence of pain in the area of his now flaccid penis. “What did you do to me?” “I did nothing.” She smiled, showing perfect gleaming teeth the color of black pearl. “It was your own being healing itself. I merely channeled the process and accelerated it to its natural conclusion. Your body has restored itself, and the tantric release has cleared you of the pain, and the frustration of unrequited lust. You should meditate now and locate your inner core of serenity.” “But what happened to you? What did you mean when you said the pain was too much?” “Ahh, that.” Ranisha smiled again, mischievously this time, Bruce thought. “Well, you see, the Reven’s controller chip is designed to prevent us giving each other pleasure outside the bounds of their sad little experiments. I could only override my pain centers briefly. But it was more than enough, don’t you think?”

She addressed the last remark to Jenna, who was still grimacing as if someone had dropped a slug in her mouth. “That was revolting,” she replied angrily. “On the contrary, it was most enjoyable. Bruce is a man of impressive powers.” Ranisha ran one slim blue finger up the rivulet of sperm that had trickled down her breast, and delicately transferred the droplets to the tip of her tongue, as if they were finest caviar. “Mmmm. Most unusually potent, I have never tasted the like. No wonder the Reven were so desperate to acquire you.” Jenna controlled her revulsion enough to say, “Who are the Reven, and what do they want with us? And for that matter, who the hell are all of you? Why do I keep hearing you in my head? AND WHY THE FUCK DON’T WE HAVE ANY CLOTHES!?” She knew she was shouting and might even be getting hysterical, but she couldn’t stop herself and she didn’t think she wanted to. The compelling voice of the male Vedi answered her. “Be at peace!” he said. “We can answer all your questions, and perhaps give you some mental ease. But there is very much to be said. Let us go through into the communal quarters, take refreshment, and talk.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room. And the others aliens fell into step behind him, as if he were the Pied Piper and they were the children of Hamlin.

Chapter 5: Struck Down by Desire

Bruce and Jenna stared bleakly the backs of the departing aliens. They felt reluctant to leave this little room. For all its lack of charm it, at least, was a known quantity, a place of privacy and a sanctuary from further shock. But standing there alone, face to face, for the first time since their abduction, they both retreated into an awkward personal silence. Bruce looked down at the floor. Jenna did too, but what she saw down there—her own nakedness and his limp manhood—simply reinforced her sense of unreality at the bizarre events that had overtaken her life. We’ve each been stimulated to orgasm by aliens while the other looked on. How do we manage any sort of normal relationship after that? Jenna wondered. She wasn’t sure whether a deep intimacy was even achievable between them given the bizarre memories they now shared, and the fact that when she thought of what had been done to her in front of Bruce she felt robbed of all self-respect. For years, as she’d pursued her goals on the triathlon circuit, she’d brushed-off Bruce Glenn’s overtures and forbidden herself to think about him. But now he had become the central person in her world, and she feared the vulnerable situation this placed her in, with its tremendous risks of pain and rejection. What if he decided to repay her for her cruel behavior? Nervously she glanced at the door the aliens had disappeared through. Perhaps she should follow them and escape this uncomfortable state of affairs. She could always re-impose the barriers of distance and unfriendliness that she’d hidden behind for so long.

Bruce was certainly used to those. Sensing that Jenna was somehow slipping away from him, and assuming wrongly that it was because she’d been in the path of the eruption that had seized his loins, Bruce broke the silence. “Jenna, I’m really sorry about what just happened. I don’t know what that “woman” did to me. I certainly never meant to hit you when I…sorry…I mean…when it…” He trailed off lamely, staring miserably down at her. It was enough to cause Jenna to forget her almost-decision of moments ago to retreat back into her defensive shell. Bruce sounded so awkward and contrite—and fearful. She felt an unusual tightness across her chest and was seized by the need to reassure him. Placing her hands gently on his forearms, she responded with absolute honesty. “Bruce, I know you didn’t mean it to happen and, really, I didn’t mind. The only thing I care about is that you’re all right. I was terrified you were badly injured and might even die. Right now you’re all I’ve got, and I couldn’t stand to lose you.” As she confessed these most-private feelings her lower lip began to quiver and her eyes brimmed with tears. Bruce, too, was gripped by emotion. He had never expected that the untouchable Jenna Walsh—the greatest woman triathlete the world had ever known—could be so vulnerable. For years he had worshipped her from afar, suffering the pains of unrequited love as she rebuffed his every approach. Now she needed him! It was the fulfillment of his most secret dream. In a purely instinctive gesture of comfort he took her in his arms and drew her tight against his wide, muscled chest. She found it a place of immense security and responded by cuddling into him, the top of her head finding the natural hollow beneath his chin. Her hands gripped the hard planes of his back to press her more firmly to him. She made no sound, but for a few brief moments her body shook as the terrors of the last few hours found an outlet in weeping. Bruce could hardly credit that he was holding the woman he adored in his arms. Her hair, when he buried his face in it, carried the lingering scents of Hawaii’s crystal waters. And her skin! It was as warm and silken to the touch as he’d always imagined it would be. He began very gently stroking her back to reassure her. Eventually Jenna’s sobs subsided, but she had as little inclination to break off the embrace as Bruce had. She found his thick torso reassuring in its solidity and with one ear pressed to his chest she could hear his great athlete’s heart steadily pumping. She opened her eyes, which had been shut tight to hold in the tears, and found herself looking directly at the dusky point of his right nipple. The tiny peak, protruding above the sandy hair that lightly covered his pectorals, aroused her enormously. She had to taste it. Jenna’s moist tongue quested towards the unsuspecting nub. When she gently whisked across it, she sampled the salt of the Pacific Ocean. She licked harder, and the smoothness of the surrounding aureole puckered in response. Bruce had felt Jenna’s distress easing. But he didn’t expect that the cessation of weeping would be followed by the commencement of foreplay. In fact, while he was comforting her he’d been trying to shut his mind to the physical fact that their naked bodies were pressed hard together, lest she think his

sensitivity to her distress was motivated by lustful ulterior motives. But as he’d held her shaking body he had felt himself growing increasingly aware of her magnificent breasts pressed against him, and his sensitive shaft, which had recovered remarkably quickly from its earlier Grand-Prix-winning performance, felt like it wanted to race again. It was all he could do to stop his body acting of its own accord. For this reason, when Jenna’s tongue slid moistly over his nipple, he started with surprise and almost pulled away. But she prevented this by wrapping her arms more firmly around him and raising her face to look deeply into his eyes. Her own arresting eyes—the one a darker blue than the other—were a little reddened from her tears, but she grinned mischievously. “Did that tickle?” “I think so,” Bruce affirmed. “But you’d better try again to be certain.” “I will. But first I need to tell you how sorry I am for the appalling way I treated you these last few years. I’ve got no good excuse for having been such a bitch, being world champion seems so meaningless in this situation, all I can do now is try to make it up to you.” Bruce’s response was to seek the sweetness of her mouth with his own. Jenna’s lips were soft and warm. They parted to match his, gently at first, and then with increasing urgency and pressure. The kiss was more intoxicating than wine, leaving both of them light-headed with desire. The tip of Jenna’s tongue, which had moments earlier been seeking out Bruce’s nipple, ventured hesitantly across the threshold of his mouth. His own tongue encountered this delicious invader and for long moments they slipped and curled around each other, intensifying the urgency and desire both felt. Lower down Jenna could feel Bruce’s engorging shaft pulsing hotly against her belly. In response, a melting moistness at the juncture of her thighs left her weak at the knees. She moaned into Bruce’s mouth, and sagged against him, breaking the kiss to murmur in his ear. “Bruce, darling. Make love to me. I want you so desperately.” The decision to consummate their mutually intensifying desire was all-but fatal. In seconds agonizing pain had felled them, as if knives had been driven through the back of their skulls to the very center of their brains. Although neither could hear the other, both were screaming. Bruce had collapsed to his knees clutching the back of his neck with both hands, while Jenna had toppled to lie prostrate on the floor, holding her head and gasping in torment. All she could think was that she was dying. Then miraculously a hand pressed against the back of her skull and immediately the pain began to subside. In a few moments it had ebbed completely away. She opened her eyes to find Ranisha kneeling over her, with the other aliens towering above, their faces masks of concern. “You will be alright,” Ranisha reassured her. “I must tend to Bruce.” She turned and laid her hand on Bruce’s head. In seconds he too had recovered and was able to sit up. “What happened to us?” he asked. It was the male Vedi who answered.

“The Reven’s controller chip sensed you were acting against the interests of their experiments, and so it chastised you. Come through to the communal zone and I will explain fully. There are certain things we cannot do here, and lovemaking without the Reven’s sanction is prime amongst them. You have just had a taste of what Ranisha endured when she healed you and assisted you in expelling the poisons from your body through sexual “relief”. After such an impressive ejaculation I thought you would have taken longer to recharge yourself. I have to say, even I am impressed with your powers of recuperation.” With that curt conclusion, he turned smoothly on his heel and exited the room. The others followed and this time Bruce and Jenna went too.

********** On the bridge of the Reven spacecraft, Psi276 stared passionlessly at the pyrotechnics of a distant supernova. He turned slightly as the door to the bridge opened, admitting Alpha19. “Report 276.” “We are close to terminal speed, and on schedule for arrival at the Homeworld within twelve rotations. I have communicated our successful capture of specimens to the Council and they have authorized us to proceed with all haste to complete the experiments. They estimate that five to six trials will be sufficient to finalize the data and determine the optimum gene configurations. We will then be ready to insert the new DNA into our next series of clones.” “What of the specimens?” “All are satisfactory. The female Vedi resisted the controller chip’s discipline long enough to cause the male Terran to ejaculate. But that is of no matter. He will have plenty of time to rest, and he did have an injury that required healing. It is the female Terran that is more vital to our research, and I had already scheduled her for the first day of testing. The Terran male seems to be extraordinarily virile, however. Only shortly after the episode with the female Vedi, he was trying to couple with the Terran female. This time both were disciplined by the controller chip.” “The female is not too damaged to participate in tomorrow’s experiment is she?” “No. The Vedi assisted their recuperation.” Psi276 paused to look into a small monitor. “Right now all the specimens are taking refreshment, and the Vedi appear to be using the thought projector to explain where they are and what is about to happen to them.” “That is of no matter, it makes no difference what they know. Continue 276, I will be in the laboratory if you need me.”

Chapter 6. Sex, The Universe, and Everything

The room Jenna and Bruce followed the aliens into was much larger. Like the space they’d just left it had no windows, but a number of sliding doors indicated that other rooms led off it. The décor was an

unimaginatively clinical white, but the lighting was good and it was well furnished with a quantity of comfortable couches. At one end there were some openings about a foot square, like small dark alcoves. A large flat screen, like a giant television filled the opposite wall. The aliens chose couches to settle on. The Trrivv, Fritti and Mmerr, seemed more catlike than ever. They took the longest time selecting a place to arrange themselves. When a suitable space was found, each turned around a few times, before settling into a supple ball and then gazing expectantly about them. Their tails, which stretched out their full length, undulated from time to time, the tufts at the end twitched, seemingly of their own accord. The Gortsoitrevnians, Mort and Zhorta, took seats next to each other. Jenna thought they moved with surprising grace for such massive creatures. They sat upright, their feet planted firmly on the floor and their hands resting loosely on their knees. Their heavy, massive, muscled frames reminded Bruce of comics he used to read as a boy featuring the Incredible Hulk. But the weighty beauty of their faces unsettled that comparison. Once seated, they took on the stillness of statues, only their eyes, which followed every movement in the room, showed that they were anything other than giants carved from blocks of stone. The Vedi had taken places beneath the huge screen. Each assumed the lotus position. One pair of arms rested on their knees, the other pair dropped loosely at their sides. Bruce and Jenna were the last to sit. They selected a spot together as far from the others as it was possible to get. There they perched gingerly on the edge of the couch, like a pair of chickens debating whether to fly the coop. The male Vedi’s voice sounded in their minds. “Finally we are all ready to talk. I know that partial greetings were exchanged prior to our arrival. You Terrans have met the Trrivv and the Gorts. I have learnt from them that you go by the names Bruce and Jenna. You have also had some contact with us, certainly Bruce has communed intimately with Ranisha.” It seemed to Jenna that the Vedi smiled inscrutably as he said this last part, but it was hard to be sure. “All that remains, therefore, is to tell you that I am Ghanjihi, who was the Premlord of the Vedi, but who is now, like you, a captive of the Reven.” He paused as if this should mean something. “Fine,” offered Bruce, who was feeling that it was time that he asserted himself a little on behalf of the Earth. “We’re all on a first name basis, and you’ve all witnessed me casting my seed about the place. But there seem to be a lot of things that you…ah…people know that Jenna and I don’t understand. So how about answering a few simple questions. What just happened to us that was so painful? What the hell are the Reven, and what do they want with us? Is this where we get vivisected, or are we going to be left to starve until we begin chewing on each other?” Mort the Gort gave a deep rumbling laugh as Bruce finished speaking. “No my friend,” he offered. “There will be no mutilation or suffering for us to undergo. Provided we do not mate outside the Reven experiments, any pain we do experience will be pure pleasure. And between those pleasures we will have all the nourishment we need.”

He rose gracefully to his feet and strode to the alcoves at the end of the room. There he inserted his hand into one and withdrew a handful of something that looked like mashed potato. Then he reached into another and withdrew a tumbler of clear liquid. He walked across the room and offered the food and drink to Bruce and Jenna. Both hesitated, clearly reluctant to accept strange food from an extraterrestrial Neanderthal. “Don’t worry,” urged Mort. “This is the height of Reven technology. It will match itself to your metabolism and give you both pleasure and nourishment.” Gingerly, Bruce extended his hand and accepted the offering. Mort smiled down at him benignly. “Bruce, wait!” Jenna clutched at his arm. “We don’t know what it is, and we don’t know who we can trust here. Don’t do it!” “I know it’s a risk,” he conceded seriously. “But it must be twenty-four hours since we’ve eaten, and right now, given that all of life’s a risk, a quick death’s preferable to slow starvation.” “Then wait while I get some. If we’re taking risks, then we’re taking them together!” Jenna jumped to her feet, brushed past Mort, and crossed to the alcoves. When she inserted her hand the food simply materialized in it. Likewise, when she reached into the second alcove the cup felt as if it were literally growing between her fingers. She walked back across the room carrying the provisions. Mort’s broad back was still between her and her seat. “Shift, King Kong!” she commanded sharply. Mort jumped aside with surprising alacrity, giving Jenna a deep, inscrutable look as he did so. For her part, Jenna was too numb with fear and exhaustion to care what Mort might think. “Okay, on the count of three.” She said as she sat back down by Bruce. “One, two, three!” Wearing expressions on their faces as if they were expecting to sample animal manure, Jenna and Bruce put the potato-like substance into their mouths. The result was as startling as anything that had happened to them in these last few hours was. The bland looking food was the best thing they’d ever tasted. It was not only delicious, but also amazingly substantial for something so light. It didn’t have a recognizable taste for the first second or two that it rested on their tongues, but Bruce found that if he thought of a particular food then the substance began to taste more and more like the food he was thinking of. It was the same with the liquid, he could alter the flavor of each mouthful into something different. In a few sips he had graduated from iced coffee and Coca-Cola, to beer and a fine French wine. Jenna had made the same discovery, and together she and Bruce ate with intensifying pleasure as an array of delicious flavors stimulated their deprived taste buds. The aliens watched the looks that crossed the Terran’s faces with satisfaction. “Well,” purred Mmerr. “They seem to be enjoying themselves a little. Perhaps they will become more sociable.” And her tail twitched at the memory of the mauling it had received only a brief while earlier. “What is this?” gasped Jenna. “It’s delicious! How does it become whatever we wish it to be?

“It is Reven technology,” replied Ghanjihi, as if that explained everything. “So who the hell are the Reven?” Bruce demanded for a second time, around a large mouthful of food. “And what do they want with us if they’re not planning to cut us up?” chimed in Jenna, who had the manners to swallow first. “It is a very long tale,” Ghanjihi answered. “But it is one that you need to see and hear. Let us all take refreshment, and then I will tell you of the creation of the Universe and the history of humanoid evolution.” The others helped themselves to food and drink from the alcoves, and then settled back on their couches. Bruce and Jenna, who were in much better spirits having eaten, felt able to relax. Bruce settled back into the comfort of the couch, and was pleasantly surprised when Jenna curled up against him. Cautiously he put his arm around her, and was rewarded with a smile as she snuggled even closer. Ghanjihi assumed a more formal posture and began to speak. “Before the beginning of the Universe there was nothing. Even the void did not exist. Then nothing became something. And something became many things. “ As he said this, he raised one of his arms to touch the screen above him, and immediately it sprang into life with a picture of a multi-colored array of lights shooting brilliantly outwards from a glowing and pulsating central core. “And many things exploded with a cataclysm (which your Terran scientists imperfectly refer to as the Big Bang ) the like of which will never again be witnessed in this dimension until time ends.” The lights on the screen danced and pulsed, spiraled and flamed, in shapes and patterns too beautiful to describe. Bruce realized that somehow he was seeing images of the birth of the Universe. “And when the explosion occurred,” continued Ghanjihi. “It was not only matter that was hurled outward by the mighty conflagration. For in that firmament were the seeds of life. Along with the exploding matter flew countless trillions upon trillions of spores. Every living creature in the universe at this moment, from the greatest to the least, has its evolutionary origin in that one moment of generation. And of all those spores, the most potent is the variety that produces humanoids.” The image on the screen zoomed in on a cloud of space dust, and then it focused even more closely, onto a single grain that was passing close to an insignificant yellow star orbiting a small green planet “Infrequently, defying odds of one in a trillion-billion, a humanoid spore encountered a planet capable of nurturing it into life.” On screen, the tiny grain was captured by the gravity of the planet. As it entered the atmosphere it flamed briefly, but without being consumed, and continued on towards the surface of the world that had taken possession of it. “Since the cataclysm, five humanoid spores that we know of have seeded life on suitable planets. Of these, the most recent to evolve have been your species, the Terrans, who inhabit the planet you call Earth. Before that, four other spores had also been nurtured into life by suitable planetary incubators. The

oldest species of humanoid is the Reven. Our ancestors, the forefathers of the Vedi, came into being a cosmic blink later. Then some time after that additional humanoid spores produced the Gortsoitrevnia and the Trrivv.” The images of evolving humanoid life forms that had been accompanying this section of Ghanjihi’s explanation gave way to pictures of a beautiful world that was clearly home to a mighty civilization. Even from space it was possible to see the great cities that dotted the planet. As the view became clearer, the inhabitants of these cities were revealed to be humans of quite astonishing beauty. “Eons ago,” explained Ghanjihi. “The Reven were like gods and the ancestors of the Vedi were their slaves. The Reven were striking to behold. The shortest of them was over eight feet tall. The least of them was refined and powerful. “ The nearest thing Jenna could think of that compared in beauty to the people that appeared on the screen were the most perfect sculptures of Michelangelo. But these were people, not statues, they walked, talked, lived and breathed. “Even back then the Reven were incredibly advanced scientifically. The greatest technology of your own world would have amused a Reven child. But with their knowledge came arrogance. And with their arrogance came cruelty. Not content with using my ancestors as their slaves, they played games with our genetic make-up, turning us blue on a whim, and adding an extra pair of arms to enhance our utility. The Vedi were a cosmic joke as far as the Reven were concerned.” The creatures that appeared next on the screen were nothing like Ghanjihi or Ranisha. Admittedly they were blue and had four arms, but there the resemblance ended. The slaves of the Reven were pathetically small and hunched. They scurried this way and that, like ants, doing the Reven’s bidding. “It was such a simple thing for the Reven to tamper with another species like this. Their technology is vastly superior to anything else the Universe has seen. Reven have mapped the pathways of the brain and modeled its every synapse. They have unraveled the mysteries of the very building blocks of humanoid life. What your Terran scientists attempt now, mapping the human genome, is simplicity itself to the Reven. In their experiments they studied, not the make-up of DNA but its morphology. They had learned that chromosomes are not fixed structures, rather they are mutable, with the capacity to adjust at a molecular level to the activities of the organism.” Various images of complex experiments, and close-ups of Dan’s familiar double helix, illustrated Ghanjihi’s explanation. “But in their arrogance, most Reven came to believe that they could perfect nature by replacing sexual reproduction with technological reproduction. They contended that sex was bestial, and pointed to the undignified coupling of the ancestors of the Vedi as primary evidence for the baseness of such activities. Some Reven were horrified and resisted, but the majority over-ruled them, and the dissenters were banished.” On the screen angry Reven confronted each other in heated debates, with large crowds shouting down a determined minority. “The Reven then selected the most superior of their number, and cloned them. The originals were some twenty in number. Every successive cloning was a link in a chain, or strand, of clones that connected back to the original donor of the DNA. But what the dissenters feared came to pass. Over the millennia the clones began to mutate. Their genitals shriveled from misuse, their beauty faded, their bodies shrank

and atrophied, the only thing that continued to develop were their large brains. And every generation of clones was inferior to the preceding generation.” A succession of images showing the devolution of the Reven flashed across the screen. The gods of earlier diminished pathetically until they looked like the grotesque, barely human stick figures that Bruce and Jenna had encountered. “With each successive cloning, more and more Reven embryos have to be destroyed. Now, less than 20% of Reven from each cloning meet the criteria for existence (criteria which they have regularly relaxed). Soon, if this situation persists, there will be no Reven left. They are looking at extinction within a finite time period.” Ghanjihi stopped to allow the import of everything he had said sink into their minds. Bruce took it as an invitation to interrupt. “So the Reven are victims of their own grand plan. But how is it that you Vedi have changed so much in the same time. Your ancestors were far from impressive, Mahatma.” “Ghanjihi,” corrected the Vedi humorlessly. “What you say of my ancestors is true. But recall the Reven that resisted the majority. Certain of those rebels took it upon themselves to find ways of preserving the beauty and grandeur of their race. They spliced Reven chromosomes into the Vedi DNA to produce a hybrid creature. When their compatriots found what they had done their rage was terrible to behold. Any rebels caught died prolonged and cruel deaths, but the greatest effort was put into exterminating the Vedi. Genocide was almost the outcome, except that one Reven ship manned by rebels and carrying a payload of less than two hundred genetically enhanced Vedi, escaped to set up a new colony on a distant, inhabitable planet. Then, while the Reven declined, the Vedi developed secretly into a mighty and powerful people.” Images of the Vedian colony growing into a mighty civilization scrolled across the screen. The colonists increased in number, developed cities, and learned the secrets of space flight. “Eventually the Reven conceded what we Vedi already knew—that their only hope of survival was to reintroduce genes for sexual function back into their DNA. But this is not a simple task, even for the Reven. The only place they can source these genes is from other humanoid species, and in that process they have to beware of contaminants. Not all humanoid DNA is compatible. If they splice an ill-suited segment of a chromosome into their own genetic structure they risk damaging other aspects of their brain function or metabolism.” “So for many hundreds of years they have been kidnapping Vedi, Gort and Trrivv for their experiments. Through us they have acquired most of the genes they need, but there are a few crucial gaps to be filled. Once those gaps are filled they will have the ability to clone a new type of Reven. These clones will have restored capacity to breed sexually. Through them, the Reven plan to restore their species to its former glory.” Ghanjihi looked into the eyes of each of the others one at a time, as if to ascertain whether they understood the significance of what he was telling them. Apparently satisfied, he continued. “The mission of the Vedi has been to prevent the Reven from filling the gaps in the genetic sequence. We learned, from their mistake, that sexual function is the Universe’s gift to its life forms. For us, sex is life and religion. We have elevated the Tantra of sexuality to the center of our society and culture, and celebrate its gifts.”

Ranisha took up the telling of the story. “Whenever we can, we intervene to prevent the Reven from capturing and experimenting with other humanoid species. We have had many overt battles, but our greatest triumph has been concealing from them the existence of the fifth humanoid species in the Universe. We have known of you Terrans for many thousands of years. We sent our ancestors, Premlord Kharman and Lady Sutran, to visit your world a long time ago. Their mission was to educate your species in the importance of sexual function. Some of your people understood the wisdom better than others, but you have practiced sex adequately enough to survive and develop.” Ghanjihi reached up and reactivated the screen. Images of splendidly attired Vedi moving among the awestruck ancestors of some of today’s Indians appeared, and then were replaced by a kaleidoscope of pictures of the nineteenth and twentieth century’s industrial and technological revolutions. Steam power, electricity, flight, wireless, atomic bombs, space travel, orbiting satellites, digital technology—these things and many others flashed across the screen. “But unfortunately in the last century you began drawing attention to yourselves,” explained Ghanjihi. “It was easy to hide you before you discovered space travel. But once you began escaping from the protective envelope of your atmosphere, all the while beaming ridiculous messages into the void, the secret was out. Your species shares the Reven’s love of technology, and you are also just as dangerous in the misuse you make of it. You have come very close to destroying yourselves by fooling around with the atom. It is no secret that radical elements within the Vedi Congress have proposed that we let you wipe yourselves out as the best way of forever depriving the Reven of the missing chromosomes they need to complete their work. But the majority has ruled that such a step would be too easy. To allow that would be to sink to the level of the Reven themselves and deny the working of karma. We have resolved instead to try to save you and bring you into the fellowship of humanoid worlds. But now the end game is upon us. It may be that in this very ship the final pieces of the puzzle will be discovered. If that occurs, only the cosmos will have the power to intervene.” “So what is going to happen to us, exactly?” asked Jenna. “The experiments will most likely begin tomorrow. You, Bruce and Jenna, will be the focus of their observations. They will place you in sexual situations with various combinations of others here, and observe the effects of these activities on your DNA, in the hope of isolating the optimum configuration of genes to fill the gaps in their sequences.” The import of this registered in Jenna’s mind. “You mean they expect us to fuck you? Are they mad? Are you mad?” She gazed at the hulking figure of Mort in horror. “I’ve never had sex with anyone I didn’t want to, and I’m not about to start now. There’s no way those little stick-men are getting me to play their sick games.” “Review your experiences, Jenna,” responded Ranisha, smiling softly. “Have any of us been able to resist the Reven up till now? Did you not see my suffering? Did you not feel the pain yourself? Remember that the Reven understand our nervous systems better than we understand our own thoughts. They have spliced controller chips directly into our brain stems. How do you think we communicate? The Reven controller chips allow our minds to speak directly to each other. There is absolutely nothing we can do to resist their slightest whim. They will select who they wish, and they will make us perform in whichever way they want. And outside of their experiments they will prevent us from pleasuring each other. When we suffered pain while attempting to pleasure each other, it was because the Reven controller chip

sensed that we were violating their parameters and it punished us for our actions. Bruce was unharmed the first time because his responses were instinctive rather than intellectual, but he was not so lucky the second time because what he did was a matter of conscious choice.” “Do not be concerned about the fact that the Reven will compel you to take others here as lovers,” added Ghanjihi, continuing when Ranisha paused. “The controller chips will rule us for the duration of any experiment, and while that is occurring the acts will seem both pleasurable and natural. The best thing we can do is accept this and surrender to the pleasure their experiments will bring. We will not suffer. The Reven require us to be in optimal condition. They will feed us well, keep us in relative comfort, and mate us as they wish for the duration of their program.” “Well I suppose it could be a little worse,” conceded Bruce. “I’ve been watching too much X-Files, I thought they were going to suspend us on spikes and start amputating bits.” “No,” responded Ranisha with a smile. “Even the Reven are not so crude. They will use us, and once they have what they want, they will vaporize our brains quickly and efficiently.” “You mean they’ll kill us?” “Oh yes. Reven always kill if they can. There is no more xenophobic a species in the cosmos. If their experiments succeed and they rejuvenate their race, their next task will be to wipe the rest of us out. They could do so now if they wished, but they need us for our DNA.” Bruce considered this for a time. He had no doubt Ranisha was telling him the truth, yet the prospect of his imminent demise didn’t seem that big a deal. “Given that I believe they will kill us, why do I seem so unconcerned?” “That is the controller chip again,” answered Ghanjihi. “It is designed to limit the impact of that knowledge. The Reven need us to be calm, relaxed and cooperative or their experiments will fail. While the controller chip commands us we can all face our deaths with perfect equanimity.” “Maybe so, but I’d prefer not to die if I don’t have to.” “Likewise, my friend. The Reven know we will make every attempt to escape, but as always our attempts will be futile.” “So let us enjoy the time we have left,” interjected the husky melodious voice of Zhorta, the female Gort. “It will surely be interesting. And perhaps the cosmos will intervene.”

Chapter 7. First Night

There was a long, reflective silence following Ghanjihi’s presentation. Bruce was not the only one mulling over their impending deaths. Jenna, however, was still more bothered about the likelihood that she was going to be required to perform sexually with any number of the beings here in the room with her. She still couldn’t credit that the Reven would be able to force her to do anything that she didn’t want to do. Privately, however, she conceded to herself that their new “friends” were undeniably attractive in their own unique ways. And she

was surprised to feel a tingle of perverse excitement at the possibilities they represented. Ever since the Reven had stimulated her mechanically, she had been much more aware of the sexual side of her nature. Particularly when around Bruce she felt sexually hypersensitive. She desired him desperately, and was frustrated that abstinence was being forced upon them. Slightly aroused now, she gazed surreptitiously around the room, trying to imagine what it might be like to have sex with the others here. She was both attracted to, and fearful of, the Vedi. Her inadvertent breast-to-breast contact with Ranisha had stimulated her in unusual ways—but the steely blueness and two pair of arms was unsettling. The Gorts were something else altogether. Both Mort and Zhorta were strangely beautiful, but they too were most unearthly, and definitely, she thought, too large for her to handle. They reminded her of something—she thought for a moment. That was it! The Gorts made her think of some illustrations that she’d once seen done by the seventeenth-century poet and artist William Blake. Blake was into drawing scantily clothed figures with huge sculpted bodies. Jenna particularly remembered heavily muscled angels of fearsome proportions and great beauty. Mort would have served well as the model for one of those. Just look at him, all abs, pecs, biceps and gluts. Even Zhorta made Arnold Schwarzenneger look anorexic. But there was another question Jenna had about Mort. Where was his cock? He had balls, they were pretty obvious, but where his shaft should have been she could just make out what appeared to be a sort of vertical slit. I don’t think I’ll go there at the moment, she decided. As for the Trrivv, Jenna wasn’t confident that she and Mmerr would ever transcend their rocky start. And those tails…they just seemed to have minds of their own. And dirty minds at that! But there was something dangerously sexual about both of them, she imagined that sex with a Trrivv was probably akin to being caught in a tornado. Abruptly Jenna’s reverie was interrupted by a metallic voice echoing in her mind. “Attention subjects. Illumination will cease in 30 minutes and a period of rest will be enforced. Retire to sleeping quarters.” Ghanjihi and Ranisha rose fluidly to their feet and faced Bruce and Jenna. “What the voice says is true,” confirmed Ghanjihi. “The light will not last a lot longer, and then the controller chips will stimulate the sleep centers of our brains and we will find it increasingly difficult to remain awake. If you return to the room in which you regained consciousness, you will discover that it is set up for you to rest in. Goodnight.” He turned and walked though another door, into a cubicle that appeared, from what Jenna could see of it, to be hung with beautifully textured silk. The others stirred themselves, said goodnight also, and began filing through various doors. The last to go was Ranisha. “It has been an interesting day Bruce and Jenna. I am very pleased to have met you and I believe we will get to know each other well. There is something between us, a bond of sorts, that I do not understand—but I think it will lead us into an interesting future.”

With that, she gently touched her forehead with the tips of the fingers of one hand, then followed gracefully after Ghanjihi. Bruce and Jenna stood in the empty room looking at each other. He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess we go back to where we came from.” He took her hand and they headed for the small chamber they had woken in. The room had changed dramatically. Two beds were made up for sleeping in and there was a rather bland print on the wall. “It looks like a mid-price hotel room,” muttered Jenna. That impression was reinforced when they opened a door that hadn’t been evident the last time they were in the room. Behind it was a small, absolutely authentic, earth bathroom, complete with Bruce and Jenna’s preferences in cosmetics and toiletries. “Well you’ve got to hand it to the Reven,” remarked Bruce. “They’re certainly thorough. You can use it first if you want.” It was the first time Jenna had been alone since this bizarre adventure had begun. To find a normal bathroom, complete with all her preferred brands of soap, toothpaste and cosmetics, was about as unnerving as anything she’d encountered. They must have been observing me for weeks to know me so well. And where did they get everything? She giggled at the thought of the little alien fucks lurching through Wal-Mart, Longs Drugs or J.C. Penny’s in search of soap. But wherever the soap came from, it was all good as far as she was concerned. The shower was the real thing and she wasted no time turning the water on. It gushed out at the perfect temperature, filling the little space with clouds of steam. For long minutes Jenna stood under the hot jet, luxuriating in the sensation, and shutting everything else from her mind. Then she scrubbed herself vigorously in an effort to wash herself clean of some of the degradation she had suffered. But she also felt surprisingly good. I wonder whether it is because of the controller chip? Or is it because I’ve got Bruce close by? Although she had been relishing being alone, it suddenly occurred to her that there was probably no such thing as alone here—the Reven were doubtless spying on everything she did. That was enough to stop her lingering. As quickly as she could she got out of the shower, pampered herself and rejoined Bruce, trailing a cloud of scent. Bruce was crouched down by the beds, and when she entered he looked up with an appreciative grin. “Hey, you smell great, and look better. Look what I found. I almost didn’t tell you because I’m quite partial to the way you’re currently dressed, but I figure that if you put clothes on, at some stage you’ll have to strip out of them again, and maybe I’ll get to watch.” Beneath the beds two small closets stood open. Each was filled with clothing. But the only garments were a number of identical sets of uniforms like the sort they trained in for competition. “They must think we live in the things we train in,” Bruce observed. “If they’ve been watching us preparing for the 'Worlds' for the last few days, that’s probably all they’ve seen us in.”

Jenna picked out a lycra halter-top and bikini briefs. “It’s not a designer outfit, but after what I haven’t been wearing for the last few hours, it will feel like I’m dressed for the opera.” As she spoke, she slipped on the skimpy garments, settling the elastic round her breasts and buttocks with a saucy snap. “I’ve got to say it Jenna, nobody ever looked better than you in lycra.” “Why, Bruce, darlin, you say the nicest things,” she drawled in mock-Southern-Belle mode. “Am I correctly attired, sir?” She pirouetted on the spot, her arms raised like a dancer. “More than correctly, madam. The word stunning springs to mind. You look good enough to raise the dead—you’re certainly raisin' me. I’d better take a cold shower, before the Reven read my thoughts and zap my brain!” He disappeared into the little bathroom with alacrity, his half-developed erection swinging jauntily before him, and in a few moments Jenna heard the sound of water running. “Fuck the Reven,” she cursed under her breath. She desired Bruce desperately and resented the fact that they were being forced to deny themselves. Dreamily she ran her hands up and down her body, fantasizing that she was in the shower with him, and he was soaping her sleek wet body. The idea made the cleft at the top of her thighs warm and moist, and its inner folds throbbed with unrequited desire. Still fantasizing, Jenna slipped her fingers inside the thigh band of the bikini briefs and located the sensitive nub nestling within the short blond curls that covered her mound. It wasn’t her masturbating, it was Bruce’s hand that was massaging her clit, probing between the swollen lips of her pussy, finding the hot moist depths within… Suddenly Jenna heard the water stop running. Guiltily she pulled her hand away, as if Bruce might walk in at any moment and discover what she was doing. Bruce, however, was too involved with his own thwarted desires to imagine that Jenna might also be feeling frustrated. The shower hadn’t cooled his passion, his cock was sensitive to the touch and his balls felt tight enough to explode. This was probably the most exquisite torture ever devised. The woman he had desired for years was through the door, they were going to be sleeping in the same room together, he wanted her and she wanted him, and there wasn’t a thing they could do about it without risking the mother of all headaches courtesy of a Reven controller chip. For a brief moment Bruce’s face took on a granite aspect, his jaw jutted, and the mighty muscles in his arms and chests tensed, as he imagined getting his hands on a Reven and methodically ripping it to pieces. But such expense of energy was wasted. He might as well go with the flow for now, but always on the lookout for some way to improve their situation. He finished using the bathroom and rejoined Jenna. She had chosen a bed and was lying comfortably under the covers, waiting for him with a smile.

“Our first night together,” she said in greeting. “I don’t suppose it is actually what you imagined it might be.” “Not entirely. But at least we’re together, which is an improvement on our relationship so far.” “I am truly sorry about all that,” she said, looking contrite. “No need to be,” Bruce replied. “I think your focus and determination was something of a turn-on. I’ve always loved a challenge, and you were the ultimate.” He bent down and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She snuggled further into the bed, looking kittenish, and much younger than her age. Just then the lights began to dim, and Bruce hurried to find his way into the other bed. By the time his head was on the pillow the room was too dark to see much of anything. “Night, Jenna,” he whispered. “Sleep well, Bruce,” was the soft reply. Determined not to dwell on what couldn’t be, Bruce began composing himself for sleep. It was surprisingly easy, and he guessed that the controller chip was doing its work on his brain’s sleep centers. But before he had quite drifted off, a voice whispered in his ear. “Bruce, do you think you could manage company?” “There’s nothing I could manage better.” He lifted the quilt, and Jenna’s soft, nude form joined him in bed. She fitted herself against the length of his body, her head using his chest for a pillow. He inhaled deeply of her scented aroma, and pulled her closer. In less than a minute both were deeply asleep.

********** On the bridge of the Reven ship, Alpha19 was taking nourishment, which meant sipping a noxious cocktail of chemicals and fluids designed to slow down the degeneration of the cloned Reven bodies. “All subjects are sleeping,” reported Psi276. “Good. And is the laboratory prepared for the first day of experiments?” “Yes. And the controller chip of the Terran woman is programmed to ensure that she enters the experiment with heightened aggression and a desire to sexually dominate her partner. There will be sufficient equipment on hand for her to do most things that she is capable of imagining. And, no matter how hard she makes things, the Gort will enjoy every second of it.” “Excellent. In that case we should both rest also. We will commence shortly after the first nourishment of the day.”

“As you wish, Alpha19.” The two stick figures lurched towards small pods lining one wall of the bridge, and climbed awkwardly into them. The pod lids closed, and a brown gas hissed into the space around the alien bodies. Both Reven convulsed briefly, their stick-like limbs clattering against the pod walls, and then they fell still, looking for all the world like desiccated skeletons.

Chapter 8. Mistress Jenna

Bruce was the first to wake. He felt extremely rested and guessed that he’d slept for at least eight hours. The only thing bothering him in the immediate moment was that Jenna was still sleeping with her head on his arm, and his hand had gone completely numb. We can’t have moved the whole time we were asleep he thought. He decided to lie as quietly as possible, and let Jenna sleep for a while longer. The woman I love is here in my bed, asleep in my arms, I can put up with more than a bit of discomfort for that! But within two minutes Jenna was starting to stir also. Seconds later she was pushing herself up on one arm, trying to get her bearings. The effect of this was to cause her ample breasts to swing forward deliciously and brush Bruce’s face. It was too good an opportunity to pass by, and he stroked the closest nipple with his tongue. “Mmmm,” Jenna sighed sleepily. “That’s a nice way to start the day.” She bent down and kissed Bruce softly on the lips. He responded with greater pressure and for quite some time nothing broke the contact. Finally, however, Jenna pulled away and sat up. “Uh-uh, I’m not going there. Too much frustration before breakfast is bad for my appetite.” She swung out of bed and slipped into a fresh outfit. Bruce followed, pulling on a pair of bike shorts, but leaving his torso bare. Together the two walked into the main room, where they found some of the others involved in eating. Most were wearing some sort of clothing, although from the outfits on show it appeared that other humanoids didn’t wear a lot more than Bruce and Jenna were currently wearing themselves. Acting as if they’d been doing this all their life, they strolled to the two alcoves, helped themselves to food, then settled down together to eat. “What are you dining on today, good sir?” “Methinks the finest Scottish oatmeal with brown sugar and fresh cream, followed by bacon and eggs-over-easy, topped off with some excellent Colombian coffee. And for the Lady?” “Fresh picked papaya I think, newly squeezed orange juice, strawberries in light yogurt, and toast fingers with English marmalade.” “I say, very exotic!” aped Bruce in an upper class British drawl.

For a while they ate in silence, taking pleasure in the sensations their palates were enjoying. “I wonder what happens today,” Jenna finally remarked. “I guess we find out. It would be nice to think the Vedi have it wrong, but they seem know more than we do. Hey, Ghanjihi!” Bruce called to the blue man, who seemed to be meditating. “What’s the program for today, do we sit and twiddle our thumbs until we all pass out from boredom?” Ghanjihi made no response, but Fritti answered from the other side of the room. “You won’t get any answer from him, Terran. Nothing that isn’t life-threatening disturbs a Vedi when they’re communicating with the two-armed ancestor within,” he chuckled maliciously. “But I can at least assure you that you don’t have to be bored. Come and look over here.” He rose fluidly to his feet, and crossed to a door behind Bruce and Jenna. “The Reven don’t want us jaded, miserable or lazy. It’s in the interest of their experiment to keep us occupied—those of us who aren’t in the lab of course,” he added with a lascivious grin. “So in this room they offer us a range of diversions. Each of these five buttons gives us a new activity to enjoy.” He pointed to a line of buttons beside the door. “The top button is for exercise, the second is for water-sports, the third is for zero gravity, the fourth is for intellectual stimulation, and the fifth is for sensory stimulation.” Fritti pressed the first button, and the door slid back to reveal what appeared to be a gymnasium, although with some of the most unusual exercise equipment Bruce and Jenna had ever seen. One thing they did recognize, however, was that Zhorta, the female Gort, was in there pumping weights. She occupied the center of the room, stripped naked, sweat streaming down her stupendous body, as she did biceps curls with a massive set of barbells. She grinned when she saw who was at the door, but went on pumping the iron, her muscles rippling beneath her obsidian skin like a nest of giant pythons. “My God,” breathed an awed Jenna. “That must be what the Amazons were really like. It makes Xena look pretty puny.” “I do not know this Xena,” replied Fritti. He pressed the second button down. The door closed on Zhorta, and opened again to reveal a series of water-filled pools. One was clearly a type of hot tub, another could have been a plunge pool, and then there was a long slim pool, in which Ranisha was swimming with an amazing four-armed stroke. She seemed to leap through the water, and it occurred to Bruce that he’d have a hard time keeping up with her even if he were running while she was swimming. Fritti pressed the third button, the door closed and opened, and there was Mmerr, floating weightless in mid-air. As they watched she pushed off from a wall, executed an intricate aerial somersault, and rebounded off the roof. “Now that’s something I’d like to try,” said Jenna excitedly. “But I don’t understand how there’s a different room there every time you push the button.” “The rooms exist in different dimensions,” explained Fritti in mildly patronizing tones, as if he couldn’t understand how anyone could fail to have grasped this. “How else do you think we can all fit into what is, in this universe, a relatively small vessel? Most of the ship exists in other dimensions, and the doors that

we walk through are inter-dimensional portals. Each button here opens a portal to a different dimension.” He scowled at the look of incomprehension on Bruce and Jenna’s faces. “I’m sorry, I keep forgetting how backward your species is in some things. Let me explain. Space is like a book, every dimension is a page, and they all sit side by side. Our universe exists in this dimension, but there are very many dimensions where nothing exists at all. It is easy to place a structure in another dimension, and program your inter-dimensional portal to always open to its coordinates. So wherever the Reven ship goes in space, its doors always open to fixed coordinates in other dimensions. It is a technology that has many applications.” “Fair enough,” said Bruce, who’d had enough of the Trrivv’s condescending manner, and was determined to brush him off. “Fancy a swim Jenna? Jenna…? Jenna, are you alright?” But Jenna was completely oblivious to him. Just as he had turned to talk to her, her face had gone blank, her arms had fallen limply to her sides, and her eyes had taken on an unfocused, glassy look. Without a word she turned to face the other side of the room and began walking eerily towards a newly opened door. She was clearly in some sort of trance. Bruce began to panic. He called after her again, and went to grab hold of her arm. But Fritti reached out to draw him back. “You must let her go. If you try to stop her the controller chip will punish you severely. She is clearly a subject in today’s experiment, and the Reven will brook no interference.” “I don’t understand. Why is she a subject today and not me?” “Either they are using her alone, or else they have another partner, or partners, in mind. Ah yes, the latter is the case I see. By the Mother, that will be a tight fit! I hope he doesn’t stretch her too much before it is my turn.” Bruce had no idea what the cat-man was talking about, until he saw that Mort the Gort was also walking across the room like a zombie, and was about to enter the doorway through which Jenna had just disappeared. That was more than Bruce could handle. With a cry of fury he raced across the room to intercept the gigantic creature. But before he had got more than a few paces, excruciating pain had knocked him to the floor, leaving him screaming in agony. His eyes were clenched tight with the pain, and so he did not see the door slide shut behind the Gort’s huge back.

********** The next thing Jenna knew she was in a dimly lit, cavernous room. As her eyes gradually adjusted, she realized that what illumination there was came from lights down at floor level, projecting upwards, and reflecting dimly off heavy red wall hangings. Around the room was an array of bizarre structures. At first she thought the things were furniture, until she recognized some of them as models of medieval torture equipment. There was a rack, and over there were chains and manacles, and that must be an Iron Maiden, and there were stocks, for feet, or for hands and heads. She didn’t recognize a lot of the strange looking metal shapes, but she could hazard a guess at some of their potentially nasty applications. “Where the hell am I?” she asked fearfully.

“In the Reven laboratory, Mistress,” boomed a deep voice from behind her. Jenna almost jumped out of her skin, adrenaline coursed through her as she skittered around to face the source of the voice. “Shit Mort, you scared me!” she yelled, when she realized who had spoken. “I am sorry, Mistress, that was not my intention.” “Well don’t do it again. And don’t call me Mistress!” A small part of Jenna’s mind knew that she should be more nervous, after all she was in a strange dungeon, full of machines of torture, with only a hulking alien for company. But she felt too pissed-off for that. This whole experience was getting more and more ridiculous. Unusual emotions were seething in her mind and a devil-may-care anger was taking control of her. Where were these feelings coming from? She couldn’t explain why, but she really wanted to make someone pay for the bloody stupid things that kept happening. That was when she realized that something else was different. “What the hell am I wearing?” “It is your uniform Mistress, I believe it suits you well.” “I look like a bloody dominatrix! And if you call me Mistress one more time, I’m going to knock your teeth out!” The “uniform” wasn’t something Jenna would ever have considered wearing, not even to a masked party of the cast of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She was clad in gleaming black boots that went halfway up her thighs. Affixed to the bottom of each boot were some of the most lethal looking stiletto heels she’d ever seen. She was literally balancing on spikes. The rest of the outfit consisted of an elaborate assemblage of skimpy leather straps that somehow contrived to cover her nipples and her pussy—just. Like her thighs, her arms were encased in gleaming leather gloves, the fingers of which finished in small metal claws. A little whip, like a tiny cat-o-nine-tails, dangled from the belt around her waist. She looked around at the Gort, who seemed to be cowering—she couldn’t think of another word for it—behind her. His cringing was getting on her nerves, so she decided to ignore him and see if she couldn’t find a way out of this ridiculous room. But when Jenna tried walking she almost tripped. Six-inch heels weren’t something she raced triathlon in. And worse, the tight leather covering her crotch rubbed irritatingly between the lips of her pussy at the slightest movement. “Are you alright Mistress?” “God damn it Mort! I told you what would happen if you called me that again. Do you want me to give you a hiding?” “Oh yes please Mistress, that would be most pleasant. I have been very bad. I am sure I deserve it.” “Oh Christ, Mort!” she exclaimed in disgust. “I can’t believe you’re a bloody masochist! Don’t you think a big huge piece of alien beefsteak like you could do a bit better than being a mommy’s boy?”

“I am sorry Mistress. Mort is pathetic. And I have made you angry. I didn’t mean to make you angry Mistress. I deserve to be disciplined.” “You’re damn right you do King Kong! If no one else is going to make a man out of you, then I’d better do you the favor!” Jenna was almost livid with rage by this time. All the irritation she’d been experiencing was suddenly focused on the huge Gortsoitrevnian who was cringing so abjectly in front of her. Quickly she looked around to see what she could find that would serve her purposes. The first things she discovered were a pair of extremely strong manacles joined by a three-foot length of heavy chain. “Stop sniveling, pick those up, and clamp them on your wrists. And hop to it!” Mort obeyed with alacrity. In seconds he had locked the heavy bands to his wrists and stood passively waiting for his next instruction. His passivity irritated Jenna even more. Her fingers twitched over the little whip that hung at her side. Experimentally she unhooked it and swung it through the air, it made a high pitched swish. “Come and stand here, and move quickly or I’ll tickle you up with this!” Jenna commanded. She pointed at a heavy hook that was attached to a chain. The chain ran through an overhead pulley and down to a winch. When Mort stood before her, she attached the hook to the chain joining his wrist manacles together. Then she walked over to the winch and started turning it. Gradually the chain tightened and began to pull Mort’s great arms upwards. Soon his hands were being winched above his head. His huge limbs rode higher and higher until finally his enormous body was stretched towards the ceiling and he was balancing on the balls of his feet. For some reason this position still didn’t satisfy Jenna. Looking around she located some more chains and manacles. She clipped a manacle around each of Mort’s massive ankles, and connected these to chains that she in turn connected to smaller winches down at floor level. By tightening these she gradually pulled Mort’s legs apart until he was spread-eagled vertically, with the tips of his toes barely touching the floor. “How’s that King Kong? Uncomfortable enough for you?” “Oh, Mistress,” panted Mort. “It feels exquisite—you are an artiste.” “OH FUCK!” shouted Jenna. “Can’t you get it through your thick skull that this isn’t supposed to be fun? Do I have to make things worse for you?” “Oh please yes Mistress. Much worse if you would care to.” The possibilities of what she could do to this huge slab of a man ran quickly through her mind. In a little corner of Jenna’s brain a shocked voice—her “normal” voice—kept saying What on earth are you doing? But the seething desire she had to dominate Mort drowned that voice out. It was an amazing feeling to have such a powerful and beautiful creature at her mercy. Idly, Jenna wandered around the straining figure of Mort swinging her little whip. His great chest heaved as if a huge pair of bellows was working overtime. She ran the claws of her glove down one massive pectoral. Mort squirmed, and she noted with pleasure that the little spikes made goose bumps appear on

the smooth surface of his gleaming flesh. With her thumb and forefinger she pinched one of his large nipples. He gave a rumbling moan. “Like that do you, slave?” “Yes Mistress.” She pinched harder and twisted the sensitive point. Mort moaned happily and Jenna admired the way his thick ropes of muscle strained helplessly against the metal bonds that held him stretched tight and at her mercy. When he jerked from her punishment his chains strained and rattled, as if to emphasize his helplessness. Casually Jenna walked around behind him. Her claws raked a path down his back. “Uunngghh! Oh thank you Mistress!” “Shut up, Slave!” The leather strap between her legs, that had been so irritating just a few minutes before, was now creating a delicious pressure on her increasingly moist pussy. She rubbed it delicately with the flat of one gloved finger, enjoying the sensation of the tight band sliding between the damp folds of her most sensitive place. Seen from behind, Mort’s body was a straining mass of rippling muscle. She couldn’t get over the sheer physical size of him. He had the proportions and presence of one of those champion stud bulls that always look capable of leveling everything in its path. She reveled in the fact that she was mistress of something so magnificent. Down at the level of her groin, Mort’s huge, solid buttocks were strained into heavily knotted mounds due to the tension of the chains holding him. “Nice gluts, you’ve got, slave,” Jenna remarked. She gave them a few experimental flicks with her whip, enjoying seeing them clench and unclench. “You look good enough to ride!” This gave her an idea. “But I don’t ride anything that doesn’t have a tail!” As she said this she gripped her little flogger by the business end and in one swift, powerful motion forced its knobbly handle between Mort’s arse-cheeks and up his back passage until all that dangled out were a few leather tassels. Mort’s cries of pleasure were educational. From them Jenna learned that a Gort has a much greater vocal range than one might have expected. With the whip firmly lodged, Jenna pressed the length of her body hard against Mort’s straining back. She wrapped her arms around his torso and grabbed onto his chest with the claws of her gloves to hold herself in place. The points embedding themselves in his skin caused Mort to buck and moan. Jenna could feel the muscles of his back massaging her breasts, while his undulating buttocks, and the tassels of the whip, pressed deliciously against her pussy. For a few pleasurable minutes she held herself there, pressing her sensitive breasts and pubic mound against him, and clawing him afresh every time his muscles ceased to spasm. Finally she released her hold, and pondered the next round of discipline.

Mort, who had been dangling limply in his chains, jerked back into life when, without warning, Jenna reached between his legs from behind and grabbed his massive scrotum with one clawed glove. “These aren’t nuts, slave, they’re coconuts,” she remarked crudely. “You’re a little too proud of having such big balls, aren’t you Morty boy?” “Yes Mistress, I am sorry mistress.” “Sorry’s not good enough, Slave!” Jenna searched around and found another manacle, this time one with a length of chain and a heavy steel ball attached to it. For a moment that “normal” voice in her mind asked her what the hell she thought she was doing, but her “other self” was too deeply immersed in the Reven experiment to be able to halt it. “Yes, this should do,” she remarked. It took a bit of effort, but with one hand she managed to clip the manacle around the base of Mort’s scrotum, while holding the heavy weight in the other. The manacle clenched tightly, and Mort’s balls strained heavily below the metal collar, shiny and swollen. “That should make your eyes water, Slave.” “Oh, yes Mistress,” gasped Mort. But as Jenna was standing back admiring her handiwork, something amazing began to happen. The lips of the small slit, where Mort would have had a penis had he been a Terran, began to part slowly, and a large black knob pushed outwards from his body. “What are you doing Slave?” demanded Jenna, in startled tones, even though she realized that the mystery of Gortsoitrevnian sexual anatomy had just been solved for her. “I am sorry Mistress, I cannot help it, you are making me very excited,” gasped Mort, who certainly sounded as if he was experiencing much more pleasure than pain. “But I haven’t given you permission, Slave! For that you will be severely punished.” As she said this, Jenna dropped the heavy metal ball that she’d been holding. It fell quickly, until the chain attached to the manacle encircling Mort’s scrotum jerked it to a halt. The effect was dramatic. Mort’s whole frame convulsed, and a full eight inches of his huge penis slid out of the sheath. Jenna was amazed, the organ was perfectly smooth, gleaming black, and thicker than a baseball bat. “God, Slave! You look like you’re trying to launch an intercontinental ballistic missile out of its silo. But you realize this is very naughty, Morty. You are persisting in disobeying my direct instructions, and for that I will have to increase your punishment.” “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I would like that very much.” Earlier, Jenna had noticed that on one wall was a rack of lethal looking implements. From its selection of whips, canes and floggers, she selected a long springy riding crop with a firm grip, and a leather tongue at one end.

With this in hand she began circling the huge figure of the Gort. Periodically, her eye would fasten on a piece of flesh that might be particularly sensitive. Then without warning the crop would strike out at its target. The lethal swish it made, as it flicked through the air was nothing to the sharp crack, like the report of a rifle, that sounded when it came into contact with Mort’s flesh. And with each strike of the crop, Mort’s great rod would spasm and creep out even further. Only when Jenna had delivered five final cracks to his scrotum without causing his penis to extend another inch, was she certain that she’d stimulated him to his full length. “Impressive Slave, although I am disappointed that you’ve only just exceeded the two-foot mark.” “I am sorry, Mistress. Mort is pathetic,” moaned the giant alien, who was in a state of painful excitation. “Please continue to punish me.” “I’m not here to cater to your pitiful needs, I have my own pleasure to think of. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second!” To emphasize her order, she delivered a final vicious thwack to the tip of Mort’s massive member. The echoes of his yelp had hardly died down before she was back with a large wooden chair, which she placed facing him, and then sat down on, to determine whether it served her purposes. “Perfect!” she exclaimed happily. The chair was the right height for Mort’s gigantic cock to rest on and remain level. But Jenna had placed it so that only the tip was supported by the chair, the rest of the rubbery trunk bridged the gap between his body and the chair with nothing but empty space below it. When Jenna sat on the chair, the tip of Mort’s cock nestled firmly against her pussy. Experimentally she clenched her thighs together and rubbed her feminine softness against the giant knob. “Mmmm, that should do.” Satisfied with this set-up, Jenna unbuckled the strap that ran between her legs, then wriggled forward and stood up so that she straddled Mort’s unsupported shaft. In the high boots, her head almost came up to his shoulders, and her exposed pussy was able to clear his penis with only the lightest of contact. She remained in this position, facing him, for some time, poised over his huge cock, lightly rubbing herself backwards and forwards along its erect length, enjoying the feel of his tumescent phallus between her thighs. “You do have a purpose after all, Mort,” she noted. “I am not displeased to find that I might be able to make some constructive use of you. I was concerned that you might be an uncomfortable fit. But there is more than one way to experience pleasure, isn’t there?” “Yes Mistress, so I believe.” “So tell me what you think of this way.” Jenna rubbed her exposed pussy back and forth along Mort’s enormous cock, reveling in its hot smoothness. She found that her own moisture was making his length more than a little slippery, and with the aid of this lubrication she was able to slide back and forth ever more comfortably. It was immensely erotic. Mort also seemed to be enjoying it, if the increasing rigidity of his prick was any indication, and Jenna felt no compunction about amusing herself in this way for some time. Eventually Jenna’s arousal was such that she felt ready for the final part of her plan. Standing up she slithered back along Mort’s shaft until she was sitting on the seat with the colossal tip once more lodged between her thighs. She paused for a moment to make sure she was comfortable, then she addressed the excited Mort.

“Right, Slave. This is where you do your bit, and you’d better do it properly. I want noise, and plenty of it!” She reached down beneath Mort and, at full stretch, grabbed hold of the chain swinging from the manacle attached to his scrotum. The steel ball was quite a burden, but with a little effort Jenna was able return to sitting upright in the chair firmly grasping the weight. Using the manacle as an anchor, Jenna pulled hard on the chain in an effort to force Mort’s huge knob as far as she could inside her moist slit. His excited moans as her pulling throttled his throbbing ball-bag, increased her own excitation and provided an added incentive to pull harder. When Mort’s cock-head was lodged firmly inside the entrance to her pussy, Jenna leaned back in the chair and lifted her legs until her feet were level with his chest. She pressed the spiked heels firmly against the muscles on his heaving chest, and was rewarded by another moan of pleasure. This was her ideal position—she had a firm footing on Mort’s chest, she had his shaft butting into the entrance of her pussy, and she had a nice thick chain around his nuts to hold onto. Throwing delicacy to the wind, Jenna then set about discovering just how much of Mort’s dick she could take in one sitting. She gripped hard to the chain and began wriggling her pussy against his cock-head. The harder she pulled, the louder Mort yelled with pleasure, and the louder he yelled the wetter she became. She found that she could slip the first three or four inches in with relative comfort, and that was quite enough to serve her purposes. Now firmly lodged, she held onto the chain, pressed her heels more firmly against Mort’s chest, and began rocking vigorously on his huge erection. In seconds Jenna was enjoying a massive climax, the pleasure of which was accentuated by the fact that as she came she wedged ever more deeply onto the delicious hardness within her. Finally, she sat back, spent and gasping for breath. Mort’s eyes were clamped shut, and his brow was furrowed in what could have been pleasure, or could have been pain. As Jenna looked at him, the steel ball she was holding slipped through her exhausted fingers, and its frightening weight crashed towards the floor. Once more the heavy metal object was brought short by Mort’s scrotum, which was again pinched and stretched beyond belief by the iron manacle encircling the flesh above his balls. It was this final act that tipped the balance. Mort let forth with an ecstatic bellow, and the huge hose between Jenna’s slippery thighs began to buck with muscular spasms. It took Jenna only a second to realize that he was coming, and coming big time. Catching a mouthful of cum from Bruce was one thing, she had no intention of sitting around to be drenched by a penis with Mort’s evident capacity. With no time to spare she dived clear, narrowly avoiding the huge gush of fluid that sprayed the place where she had been sitting. As she watched in awe, a bellowing Mort writhed and heaved in the throes of his pleasure. With each massive ejaculation of fluid the chain around his scrotum jumped and jangled, until with one final spasm the manacle burst its hinge and fell with a clatter to the floor. In the silence that followed, Jenna asked in a small, stunned voice—her normal voice, not the voice of the dominatrix—“Now who is going to clean that up?”

Chapter 9. Toys Not Boys

If Reven had been able to show emotion, Alpha19 and Psi276 would have been positively gloating. The results of the first experiment had been beamed to the Homeworld, and the Council had replied almost immediately with extreme approval. Jenna’s dominance genes had turned out to be easily the most optimum configuration—suitably spontaneous without any tendency to take such activities to damaging excess. With the Trrivv in particular, too many submissives had been carried out of such experiments in body bags. In the light of these findings, the decision of the Reven Council was to test her against the other female humanoids for characteristics that had up till now been determined to be acceptable. The intention was to discover whether Jenna could produce results that improved on the findings from experiments dealing with carefully programmed modes of mechanical stimulation. “Configure the laboratory with the four standard tests involving mechanical devices. We will use all four females, rotate the subjects, and graph their responses.” “As you require, Alpha 19. Again I mean no dissent, but are you sure that the Terran female is ready for such an intensive session so soon after the dominance tests? She will need to climax four times in as many hours.” “I have thought of that too. But she has unusually high libido, and with the assistance of the controller chip to re-stimulate her nerves, I don’t anticipate a problem. She can rest the following day while we introduce the Terran male into the program.” “Very well. I will set up the experiment to commence as soon as all female subjects have eaten.”

********** Jenna woke to find a very worried Bruce sitting quietly beside her. The memory of the session with Mort caused her to moan and bury her face in her pillow. “Jenna, are you alright? What did that big ape do to you? Is there anything I can do to help? ” “Oh Bruce, it’s not what Mort did to me, it’s what I did to him. Have you seen him this morning? I can’t believe that I am capable of such things, even with the Reven messing with my mind.” “I don’t understand what you mean. How on earth could you have done anything to Mort? The guy’s the size of a house!” “I don’t want to talk about it. This is too much. How am I ever going to show my face again?” Miserably Jenna climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She dithered around for quite a while, but eventually her common sense told her that it was better to get things over with and face whatever music there was to be faced. Besides, she was hungry. Bruce was still sitting unhappily on the bed when she emerged. She gave him a wan smile as she dressed. “You might be better staying in here, I’m not sure if an enraged Gort is going to be very manageable.”

“Whatever you say, but I’m coming too.” Together Bruce and Jenna walked nervously into the communal area. The others were already all there eating, and they gave the Terrans friendly greetings as they emerged. Mort and Zhorta were across the other side of the room. As boldly as she could, Jenna walked straight across to Mort. “Mort, I just want to say how sorry I am about what happened. I’ve never done anything like that before and I really don’t know how the Reven were able to make me do something that is so opposite to my nature…” Jenna stopped mid-sentence because if Mort was pissed he had a strange way of showing it. He was smiling broadly and looking at Jenna with great big puppy dog eyes. “You have nothing to apologize to me for, Jenna. I was just telling Zhorta what a gentle and considerate lover you are. I will treasure the romance of the experience. I suggested to her that you might like to give her a few tips on foreplay and subtlety.” Rather than appearing offended by Mort’s criticism of her as a sexual partner, Zhorta was chuckling with amusement. “Oh Mortsundroot, I never realized you were such a romantic. What ever happened to your assertion that the measure of really good sex was when you couldn’t walk comfortably for the next week? If we ever get the chance to be alone together again, I’m going to hang you from the roof by your balls and show you a really good time. No offence intended, Jenna,” she added sweetly. “Oh none taken!” a flustered Jenna assured her hastily. “Well, if everything’s alright with you guys, I guess Bruce and I will get some breakfast.” She grabbed Bruce by the arm and pulled him towards the food alcoves. Once they were sitting eating, Bruce tried to broach the subject of what had happened between her and Mort. “Look!” responded Jenna. “I don’t want to offend you, but I really can’t bring myself to talk about it at the moment. Give me chance to get used to the idea of what we did, and maybe I’ll give you a free demonstration.” Bruce recognized that tone of determined refusal, it was something the old Jenna had always used, and despite his concern he had the sense to stay silent. This wasn’t easy; he was churning with jealousy at the knowledge that Jenna had obviously been sexually involved with Mort. He knew rationally that she’d had no more say in the matter than he had, but with their relationship so new, and their own desires perpetually thwarted, it was very difficult to take. Shortly after breakfast Bruce and Jenna were idly chatting, when the trance again overtook her and she rose to walk out of the room. Bruce was distressed, but the memory of yesterday’s futile gesture stayed him in his seat. Reluctantly he looked around to see which male she was going with this time, but to his surprise he saw that all three of the alien females were leaving as well. The four males looked at each other with surprise as their companions abruptly departed. “It seems we are not required today,” stated Ghanjihi matter-of-factly.

“Pity,” stated Fritti. “A foursome appeals to me at any time, and particularly that foursome.” He leered as he said this, and his tail twitched erratically. “I wouldn’t mind being an observer, either.” “I’m not too bothered,” rumbled Mort. “As tender as yesterday’s loving was, I could do with another day or two to re-gather my energies. I feel a little weak.” “Well,” said Bruce. “What do we do to pass the time?”

********** When the women came out of their trance they were standing in a very different room to the one Jenna had been in yesterday. It was well lit, although not too brightly, and practically unfurnished. In shape it was a large square, and at each of the corners stood a strange mechanical device. “Oh good!” exclaimed Mmerr, in evident delight. “Reven toys!” “It would seem so,” agreed Ranisha, smiling to herself. “Who wants what first?” chortled Zhorta. “Hang on a minute,” interjected Jenna. “I think you people need to enlighten me a little here. What are Reven toys, and what are we supposed to do? And where the hell have my clothes gone again?” she wailed as an afterthought. Before anyone could explain, the mechanical Reven voice intruded. “Subjects, you are required to use each of the devices in turn. When all have climaxed on one rotation you will move onto the next machine. When you have climaxed on all four machines the experiment will be over. Attach yourself to a device immediately.” “Jenna,” whispered Ranisha urgently. “These are Reven pleasure machines and we must each use one. Seat yourself in the chair over there—but watch the rest of us also so that you know what to do in subsequent rotations.” “What? You mean I have to sit on those sad contraptions while they try and make me come. This gets sicker by the minute. Anyway I don’t think I can come four times in a row.” “These are Reven machines,” grinned Ranisha. “You’ll come a lot more than four times I would think. Now quickly, get to the chair before the controller chip does something unpleasant to you!” Ranisha hurried to a corner and entered what appeared to be a vertical plastic cylinder opened down its center. It was about three-foot in diameter and eight-foot high. Once inside, Ranisha stood looking relaxed and smiled reassuringly across at Jenna. The “toy” the others had left her was a fairly ordinary looking easy-chair. Having no other option, Jenna reluctantly seated herself in it. When she sat down, however, she gave a start because the seat wasn’t firm. Not only did it recline as soon as she had lowered herself into it, but it felt as if she were sinking into its surface. Whatever substance the chair was made of, it was warm and soft. As it gave beneath her the sensation reminded Jenna of the time she’d lowered herself into a hot-mud bath. She didn’t stop sinking until most of her body was absorbed into the device. When she looked down she could see her breasts

and thighs rising from the surface like islands on a calm sea, other than that she was fully submerged in whatever the hell the thing was made of. There was no discomfort, quite the opposite, but Jenna knew she couldn’t have moved a muscle had she wanted to. She looked over to see what the others were doing. Mmerr had headed straight for a machine that looked positively obscene. It stood about waist high, and was shaped remarkably like the back of a horse. The difference was that where the saddle should have been, there was a very dramatic looking phallus, as well as a number of lesser protrusions. Mmerr hadn’t mounted the device yet, she was stroking the phallus with her tail and purring happily, while one hand delicately massaged her own crotch. Jenna could see that this posy’s pussy wasn’t a lot different to her own. Ironically it had less hair, and Mmerr’s moist and swollen inner lips were clearly visible, and becoming even more so. Jenna hadn’t seen another female’s anatomy close up, she’d never thought she’d want to, but Mmerr’s excited mound was more attractive than she’d imagined. Sensing her gaze, Mmerr grinned over at Jenna. “I’ve never been good at saving the best till last, this ride just does it for me. It connects with my spot inside, my nub outside, and my tail, all at the same time.” She added unapologetically, “You’ll have to excuse me, this is going to get noisy.” Mmerr vaulted lithely onto the saddle. With considerable delicacy she positioned herself over the gleaming tip of the up thrust phallus. She used both hands to pull open her vulva, while her tail wrapped around the vertical rod and carefully positioned it for entry. Then, in one smooth motion, she sat. Jenna was amazed, not only at how easily Mmerr slid downwards, but also at how deeply the phallus lodged inside her. With a happy purr, Mmerr let her legs drop down on either side of the device. Then, with her eyes closed, she began running her hands over her breasts, while her tail snaked around to massage the area of her clitoris. Jenna was entranced, and could have watched for much longer, but a bizarre apparition appeared at the edge of her vision. It was Zhorta. The device she had chosen for this first rotation was much less obscene than the one Mmerr was mated to. Somehow Zhorta had squeezed her huge frame into a black jumpsuit. Clearly it was capable of expanding to fit her body, but the effect was to make it appear as if she had been dipped in liquid latex. To complete the picture, she was pulling a black, full-face helmet down over her head. She reminded Jenna of a huge Harley-Momma wearing black leathers. “So tell me about these 'toys',” Jenna called to Ranisha. “You are seated on a sensory chair, it is designed to stimulate your erogenous zones, and only your erogenous zones. I am standing in a body sheath, it will stimulate all my nerve endings. Zhorta is wearing a virtual lover, it is intended to allow her to live-out her most secret fantasies. And Mmerr is riding the self-stimulator, it is designed to give its user maximum control over her sexual experience, and it concentrates sensation largely in the genital area.” “Activity will commence in thirty seconds,” droned the Reven voice. “Be calm Jenna, it will not be unpleasant,” reassured Ranisha. “Just relax,” came Zhorta’s muffled advice from behind her helmet.

“And enjoy the ride,” finished Mmerr, with a throaty purr that changed into a yowl of delight as somewhere a Reven flicked a switch. The effect was not so sudden for Jenna, she had time to see what was happening to the others. Mmerr’s ride had started to move, and it appeared to be emitting a soft hum. Zhorta was making strange contortions in mid-air, which looked to Jenna as if she were holding onto a basketball and pounding it repeatedly between her thighs. Ranisha was by far the most striking, the cylinder she was standing within had closed around her, melding itself to her figure. She appeared to be encased in a shimmering rainbow, and her body was tensed like a bow, her back arched, and her magnificent breasts thrust forward. Her lips were slightly parted, and Jenna could hear a soft, unearthly sound of incredible beauty coming from them. Perhaps it was the sound Ranisha was making that made Jenna feel more attuned to what was happening to her. The chair was definitely starting to do things to her body. A fine layer of its substance had risen to cover her breasts. She was aware of warmth there, and also down below her waist. But that was not all, a mass of sensations was starting to affect her. She found that she could isolate them—it felt as if her toes were being sucked, each one gently and individually; another tongue was at work behind her knees; while more pleasurable sensations were occurring in and around her pussy. She was aware that she was being gently entered. A pressure was kneading her most secret places, forcing her open, invading her. Again her anus was the target of much of the stimulation, she felt as if a warm tongue were exploring this most taboo place, driving her wild with desire. Jenna abandoned herself to the experience and let her brain take her on a tour of all the possibilities of stimulation. The feelings ranged from her earlobes, to her toes, to her pussy, to her breasts, and to her nipples. It was an arousal that was gradual but insistent, and the climax that began to build in her was as inevitable as a tsunami. She abandoned herself to the sheer physicality of he pleasure, hearing herself sigh, then moan, then gasp, then scream as wave after wave of climax took possession of her. Finally it was over, and she lay panting in the embrace of the chair. It was with a sad sense of ennui that Jenna considered what had happened. While the climax had been powerful, the experience had left her feeling hollow. Nothing had stimulated her mind, only her body. No living creature had touched her, she hadn’t even touched herself—what had happened had been precise, mechanical and clinical. It wasn’t something she’d care to try again. Even when things had been arguably worse, when she’d been stuck to the wall with bits of alien plastic violating her, she’d at least felt a degree of intimacy having Bruce there responding to her arousal with impressive evidence of his own sexual excitement. As if sensing her mood, the chair released her from its grip, and Jenna climbed shakily to her feet. The others had finished too. Mmerr had climbed down from the machine and was proprietarily stroking it with her tail. She looked so pleased with herself that Jenna half expected her to sit down and begin washing with one delicate paw. Zhorta was struggling out of her jumpsuit, all the while giggling as if something hilarious had just occurred. Ranisha, too, was free from the cylinder. She was standing looking relaxed, as if nothing untoward had happened. “How was that, Jenna?” she inquired. “Good while it lasted, but overall unsatisfying. I don’t think something as purely mechanical as that is my thing.” “Ah, good. I had imagined that is what you would have felt, and am pleased to have my suspicions confirmed. We both require more than mechanical stimulation, our mind is our most potent sensory organ

and we crave sexual contact with another. Some become addicted to machines like this,” she gave Mmerr a small sideways glance. “But for most of us they are ultimately unsatisfying.” “True,” agreed Zhorta. “But they can also be very funny.” “Attention subjects,” intruded the Reven voice. “The next rotation will begin in ten minutes, move one place to your left and prepare to use the device.” Jenna sighed. “I really don’t think I’m ready for another round.” “You will be,” Ranisha assured her. “Go to your place and compose your mind.” Jenna’s place this time was the lewd machine that Mmerr had so enjoyed. Having seen Mmerr use it she wasn’t too taken aback, but she did find the evidence of Mmerr’s pleasure disturbing. She looked around, wondering whether she dare complain. But all the others were engaged in preparing themselves. Zhorta had sunk into the chair Jenna had vacated. Ranisha was now wearing the black jumpsuit, although it had mysteriously sprouted an extra pair of arms. And Mmerr was waiting impatiently inside the body sheath for things to get underway. Jenna looked again at the phallus, still gleaming with the slipperiness of Mmerr’s orgasm. She had always been a fastidious person, she took her personal hygiene very seriously, and the thought of mounting a device covered in the juice of someone else’s pleasure left her feeling a little ill. But at the same time, she wasn’t sure that complaining wouldn’t just activate the controller chip, nor did she want to cause offense to any of the others. So, taking a deep breath and holding it, she moved closer to the glistening phallus, pondering the best way to mount. But she couldn’t hold her breath forever, and finally she had to suck in air with a gasp. Mmerr’s scent on the chair was surprisingly pleasant. It reminded Jenna of a sweet, heavy musk, and that in turn reminded her of how erotic she’d found the sight of Mmerr’s private places. Feeling more cheerful, and already a little aroused, Jenna climbed on board. She slid down the shaft just as Mmerr had, feeling it adjust in width and length so that it filled her comfortably. She wriggled a little to settle herself, and gripped the body of the machine experimentally with her legs, as if she were riding a horse. When the powerful tendons of her inner thighs squeezed, the phallus responded with a delicious pulse that focused her attention on the pleasure spots between her legs. Growing in confidence, Jenna allowed gravity to press her down harder, so that the smaller protrusions pressed against her clit and between her buttocks. “You look marvelous up there,” commented Zhorta, who had been watching the proceedings with interest from the embrace of the chair. “No wonder Mort thought you were magnificent.” Jenna blushed a little at the memory, but she also recalled the fun she’d had with Mort’s great piston. She was still thinking of the last experiment when the machine started. The combination of rocking and vibration set her clitoris tingling almost immediately, while the phallus pulsed up and down its length with a sensation of oil-filled beads being drawn in and out of her hole. Determined to relax and go with the experience, Jenna tried out a range of positions and sensations. For a while she closed her eyes and advanced the process by massaging her own breasts, but she found it more exciting to watch the others. Mmerr was wriggling sinuously within the rainbow body sheath, yowling with pleasure, her tail, which was also encased, circling in an aerial ballet. Ranisha had contorted herself into a complex shape in the jump-suit, her upper pair of arms were holding her legs apart at greater than a ninety degree angle, the lower pair were massaging her own buttocks, and most amazing of all, she had her helmet covered face

pressed into her own crotch. Over in the chair, Zhorta wasn’t capable of much movement. But she was clearly enjoying herself, and Jenna noticed with awe that her ample breasts seem to be expanding and contracting in time with her moans of pleasure. The sights and sounds were increasingly erotic, and within minutes Jenna was having another climax. When she had finished, she felt the phallus retract to allow her to dismount, which she was able to do with comfort. Again she decided that, while the experience had been pleasurable, she wouldn’t want to do it again. The next round passed as mechanically. She was aroused, the body sheath brought her to another wonderful climax, and she enjoyed watching the others on the machines, particularly Zhorta this time, for whom the phallus had assumed the dimensions of a traffic cone. But as quickly as it was over it was forgotten, and Jenna was left with very little desire to repeat the experience. Thank goodness, she thought as the sheath released her. One more to go and I’m out of here. She wasted no time donning the black jump-suit and the full-face helmet. While the material looked like latex, it slid on easily and was supremely comfortably. The helmet, too, was comfortable, and although she couldn’t see anything, she felt in no way claustrophobic or disoriented. From a distance she could hear Ranisha’s voice, almost as if it were speaking in her mind, Just relax, Jenna, this is the device you will enjoy the most. It will discover your deepest desire or most taboo fantasy and you will find yourself living it as if it were really happening. Then Ranisha’s voice faded, and with it almost all awareness that she was taking part in an experiment. Instead the machine transported her to another world, a world of her imagination, but one so real that she never, for a second, doubted its authenticity. Jenna was running along an idyllic golden-sand beach, loping in long easy strides, wearing only a white thong bikini. The day was warm, the water clear and glassy, and a gentle tropical breeze was blowing in her face. The beach was totally deserted, the only evidence of human activity the even row of footprints stretching behind her. To complement her idyllic surroundings, she felt as well and happy as she could remember feeling in her life. She was a winner, one of the greatest woman athletes of all time, she was rich, she was beautiful, and the world loved her. Yet a shadow hovered in the back of her mind, like a small cloud. As good as things were, shouldn’t they be better? Why was she running along this beach alone? Shouldn’t someone be here beside her? She wanted to share her happiness, to be loved, and have a lover. Her eye was suddenly caught by a small figure that had jogged down onto the beach a few hundred yards ahead of her. Perhaps this was her lover—after all it was her fantasy. She increased her speed across the firm sand, splashing joyously from time to time through the inch or two of clear water that the gently lapping tide pushed up the beach. Gradually she closed the gap between her and the other runner. It was a man, a tall, upright man. He had a chiseled back, and broad shoulders. He was naked but for a small g-string, and she could see the powerful rounds of his buttocks pumping above his well-muscled legs. He was a beautiful man— big, powerful, perfectly formed—her ideal lover.

When she was within a few strides, she called to him. “Wait!” Slowly he jogged to a halt and turned to face her. Of course! It was Bruce. In her heart of hearts she had known it would be him—despite her past rebuffs, he was her soul mate. She’d been wrong to treat him as she had. He was the person with whom she could share her happiness. He, above all people, would understand her needs, her fears, her triumphs, and her desires. “Bruce!” she said, panting lightly. “I’m so glad it’s you!” But instead of coming to meet her, Bruce remained motionless, his face blank. “Hello, Jenna,” he replied coldly. “Hi Bruce,” she said, moving even closer but suddenly feeling awkward. “I wondered if I could run with you for a while?” “I don’t think so,” he replied. “I’ve decided to respect your wishes and leave you alone from now on.” He turned to run on. Jenna was stunned. This couldn’t be happening. She felt ill to her stomach, and bile flooded bitterly into her mouth. “Bruce! Wait!” she called in panic. She couldn’t lose this beautiful man, she couldn’t have him reject her. Just when she’d realized that he could be her rock in life’s turbulent sea, he was about to give up on her. Bruce stopped, but he didn’t turn around. Instead he stood with his shoulders tense, hands on hips, waiting. “Bruce, wait,” she pleaded again, softly this time, running with small panicked steps to catch up with him. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong. Please don’t leave me. Please let me make it up to you.” The Bruce who turned to face her was a stranger. His face had hardened into granite lines, and he looked down at her from beneath jutting eyebrows. “You’ve had three years to say that Jenna. Three years to treat me with courtesy, rather than contempt. Why should I suddenly fall at your feet because you’ve deigned to notice me? I don’t need you, and I’m not even sure I want you anymore.” Jenna felt as if her heart had stopped. This wasn’t her fantasy. A huge band was encircling her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe. What had she done? How could she have been so stupid? She couldn’t lose him! She began sobbing, huge stinging tears pooled in her eyes and ran in thick lines down past her delicate nose, to drop from her chin onto the exposed skin of her breasts, which were rising and falling urgently in time with her gasps of distress.

Bruce was unmoved. Again he made to turn away. “No, please Bruce! I know I was wrong. I was cruel and unthinking.” She grabbed his arm to hold him. “Give me one more chance. Do anything you want with me, I deserve it, but please don’t leave me.” Bruce looked at her quizzically. “Anything?” “Yes! Yes! Anything! I don’t care what you do, I deserve to pay for what I did to you. I’d give anything for one more chance.” “You humiliated me and caused me pain. Are you prepared to suffer humiliation and pain for what you’ve done?” Jenna hesitated for a mere fraction of a second, but it was enough for Bruce, who turned with a grimace of disgust to run on again. “Bruce!” she shrieked. “Yes, I am ready! I deserve it. I want to be hurt and humiliated by you, and I hope that after that you’ll be able to forgive me and love me. Please let me prove myself. Please!” The last word came out as a sob. “Alright, but I’m through playing games with you. Balk at one instruction and it’s all over for good. Understand?” “Yes,” she affirmed meekly. This wasn’t enough for Bruce, he reached forward and seized her left breast roughly, causing her to yelp. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Bruce?” she hazarded desperately, hunching her left shoulder to try and relieve the pressure on her sensitive flesh. “Wrong. Try again.” “Yes, Master?” “Better,” he released his hold, and instinctively Jenna put up her hand to rub herself. “Stop! You won’t move unless I say so.” She froze her hand in mid-air, and waited for his next instruction. “Lace your fingers and stand with your hands behind your head.”

She did so, aware that this made her breasts jut out. Bruce fixed her with a dispassionate, almost clinical, stare. “So, you’re the great Jenna Walsh. The woman who thinks she’s better than everyone else in the world. The woman who thinks she’s too important to treat other people with kindness.” Jenna said nothing, but her eyes began to pool with tears again. Bruce continued. “Do you know what I think, Jenna Walsh? I think you’re a whore to fame. What are you?” “I’m a whore to fame,” she whispered. “Louder!” “I’m a whore to fame.” “Louder, let the whole beach hear you!” “I’m a whore to fame!” “Exactly. And because you’re a whore to fame, you should look like a whore. Let me see your tits!” Bruce hooked his fingers into the cups of Jenna’s bikini top and contemptuously bared each of her breasts in turn, tucking the flimsy fabric under the heavy rounds. The halter strained them together and upwards so that they pointed proudly at him. Bruce regarded the magnificent globes, but seemed only marginally impressed. “Not a bad rack for a whore, Jenna Walsh, but I think your nipples should be harder. Start rubbing them!” Hesitantly she lowered her arms and began delicately massaging her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. This irritated him. “That’s not how good whores do it, Jenna Walsh. Get your fingers wet and rub harder. I want to see your nipples swollen and puckered, and I want great big goose bumps right around your aureolae.” To demonstrate he licked his own fingers and began rolling one of Jenna’s nipples roughly backwards and forwards, she squealed at the slippery pressure and tried to pull away without success. Bruce let go and admired his handiwork—the nipple was certainly much more enlarged than it had been. “See what I mean? Now get them both big and hard or I’ll do it myself.” While he watched critically, Jenna set about massaging the points of her breasts firmly. At first she licked her fingers, but it wasn’t making them slippery quickly enough, so with a little look to make sure he didn’t disapprove, Jenna cupped each breast in turn and raised it to her mouth. By straining her neck downwards she was able to lick each nipple until both breasts were wet and slippery with saliva. “Good,” said Bruce approvingly. “You’re already acting more like a whore. Now get rubbing, and rub hard, until I say stop!”

Under his stern eye Jenna rubbed, pulled and pinched at her nipples until they were red, swollen and very tender. “That’s enough,” he finally conceded. “But they have to stay like that, so every time I say 'nipples' you’d better get rubbing. Understand whore?” “Yes, master.” “Nipples!” Bruce smiled at how quickly she complied, despite the obvious discomfort it was causing her. “A good whore is more than a good rack though, Jenna Walsh. As the British would say, we’re interested in “tits “n bums”. Turn around and let me see your arse.” Obediently Jenna turned to stand with her back to him. Bruce admired her curvaceous buttocks, split by the tiny thong of the bikini briefs. “You’ve got all the equipment to be a good whore, but it depends how you move it. Let me see you walk.” Jenna set off down the beach at a brisk walk, but halted at Bruce’s command. “I’m not after the notorious 'I’m Jenna Walsh and I’m the greatest' stride, I want you to walk like a whore! Sashay that arse, let me see those hips sway.” Jenna set off again, emphasizing the movement of her bottom by wriggling her hips at the end of each stride. Bruce followed appreciatively, admiring the way her fine derriere seemed to take on a swaying, shimmying life of its own. “Stop now!” he finally commanded. “I want to see what else you’ve got.” Jenna stood passively waiting for his next order. “Nipples.” She rubbed vigorously, whimpering a little at the renewed pressure on her tender points. “Now, put your hands behind your head, arch your back, legs straight, stance a little wider, and bend at the waist.” Jenna did so, aware that this displayed her buttocks to Bruce’s maximum advantage. He was clearly happy with the view, because he sat down in the sand and leaned on one elbow to enjoy it from a comfortable vantage point. With her legs apart and her back arched, each buttock was a firm globe. Between them, Jenna’s inviting cleft was just barely covered by the thin strands of her g-string. From his vantage point on the sand Bruce could also see between Jenna’s parted legs to where her swollen nipples and bared breasts were pulled downwards by gravity into generous handfuls. Bruce wasn’t in a hurry to release her, and Jenna was finding the position harder and harder to hold. Bruce could tell this from the way her body began to quiver a little and her shoulders to sag.

“Hold that position!” he commanded. She straightened up with a small moan. Bruce moved closer until he was at eye level with Jenna’s vulnerable behind. “Pull your thong to one side.” She reached back with her right hand and fumblingly slid her finger underneath the thong, drawing it sideways across her right buttock. Bruce’s view was now completely unobstructed. “Tell me how much you enjoy having me look at your arse, Jenna Walsh.” “I love having you look at my arse, Master. It’s yours to do what you want with.” “Very good. You are learning. Nipples!” From his vantage point looking between her legs, Bruce could enjoy the way Jenna once again was forced to massage the tender nubs, which were now pointing deliciously downwards. They must have been more sensitive than he realized, because he noticed her buttocks, and the delicate puckered opening to her back passage, clenching in sympathy with the pain. Very lightly Bruce placed one finger against her puckered ring. He felt it contract under his finger, and Jenna flinched and gasped with surprise. “Hold still!” he ordered. Gently but firmly he massaged around this opening, without actually inserting his finger. After a moment he felt her begin to relax and press back against his digit. It was then that he stopped. He wanted her aroused, but not too aroused yet. He sat back on his haunches in the sand and gave her another command. “Let me see you play with your pussy, Jenna Walsh.” Her right hand crept between her legs and she began to rub her vulva in a circular motion with the flats of all four fingers. As she rubbed, her fingers aroused the lips so that they began to part and open like the petals of an exotic flower. The moistening caused by her rubbing lubricated her fingers, and soon they were dipping in and out of her hot slit. Her middle finger was particularly active, sliding up and down the tender furrow, circling the clitoris, before returning to the other end and disappearing into her hot shaft as far as the second joint. Jenna was becoming increasingly aroused. She found it very erotic to be at Bruce’s command, to reveal her most private places at his order, for his enjoyment. The sensitive tips of her breasts were beginning to feel more pleasure than pain. She breathed deeply and moaned softly as her fingers moved with increasing rapidity. This was exactly what Bruce had been waiting for. “Stop!” he ordered. With a small mew of frustration, Jenna stopped. “Stand up and face me.” She did, her bare breasts heaving, the tips engorged peaks.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” “Yes, Master.” “So what does that make you?” “A whore, Master.” “Exactly, and now that we are agreed on that, grab hold of your thong and pull it up between the lips of your pussy.” Quickly Jenna obeyed, grasping the front of the garment and pulling firmly, all the while wriggling her hips so that the thin cords became deeply wedged between her aroused vaginal lips. Bruce smiled to see the thongs magically appearing from between the moist folds that encompassed them. As a final test, to ensure they were well wedged, he grasped the garment himself and pulled it, making Jenna rise up onto her toes with a small squeal—one part pain and two parts desire. “Do you feel so important now, Jenna Walsh?” “No Master!” “Good. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl up to those palm trees.” Bruce walked behind her, admiring the beautiful woman who was crawling up the sand at his command. Her bare breasts and buttocks swayed deliciously with each crawl, and he enjoyed the way the tight thong alternately appeared and disappeared between her moist cleft. Jenna knew what he was looking at and she put as much effort as she could into making her progress as erotic as possible. She arched her back downward to make her buttocks more prominent, wriggling them as she went, and making sure that her heavy breasts swayed rhythmically. Finally they reached the shade of a small grove of palm trees. Bruce didn’t seem surprised to find a rope hammock hanging between two of them, and somewhere in the back of her mind Jenna wasn’t surprised either—Given that this is my fantasy. But fantasy felt more like reality, and Jenna turned her attention back to what Bruce was doing. He had untied the hammock and was unraveling it, until he had a number of long strands of rope neatly coiled at his feet. “Come and stand here,” he ordered. Obediently Jenna did as she was told, remaining still while Bruce deftly and expertly fastened long cords to her wrists and ankles. The other ends of each cord he secured firmly to two well-spaced palm trees, so that in very short time she was tightly spread-eagled between them. “You look like Fay Wray in King Kong,” he remarked with satisfaction. He stood back to admire her beautiful curves, smooth skin, and straining muscles. Then he stepped up to her and with two swift, brutal movements ripped the two parts of her bikini from her body. Jenna cried out as the thin cords of each garment dug deeply into her soft flesh before tearing free. She gazed at Bruce with wide eyes, both shocked and aroused by the suddenness, and strength, of his action.

He was unrepentant. “Isn’t the beautiful Jenna Walsh used to being on the receiving end? My apologies, I’d forgotten how you like to call the tune. Let me see if I can help you sing a little.” He picked up a shorter length of rope, doubled it in half, and then doubled it again. Jenna eyed him nervously as he walked behind her. She was too tightly bound to see exactly what he was doing, even by straining, but she could make a good guess. Her worst suspicions were confirmed when the loops of the rope whistled through the air and connected with the sensitive skin of her buttocks. She yelped loudly. “That’s not what I want to hear,” corrected Bruce. “You need to count for me, until we get to ten. But every time you cry out, I’m starting the count back at zero. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Swish. The rope whistled through the air and met her bottom with a solid thwack. “One!” Thwack! “Two!” Thwack “Three…Four…Five…Owww!” The sixth stroke had angled down her buttocks and one strand had curled under, just a little, stinging her on the pussy. “Wrong!” said Bruce. “Start back at one.” Cheerfully he resumed his work, using sufficient force to make Jenna’s delectable body writhe, and her muscles spasm, but not enough to cause real pain, or leave enduring marks. With a sob, Jenna went back to counting, determined this time to focus on not missing a stroke. Finally the count of ten was reached, and Bruce came around to stand in front of her. A chastened Jenna looked up at him. “What do you say?” “Thank you Master.” “And what are you?” “I’m a whore, Master.” “Very good! Nipples!” Jenna started, and looked round wildly, as if someone else would be miraculously standing there to free her hands so that she could obey him. Bruce chuckled at her alarm.

“I don’t want to have to punish you for disobeying orders, so I’ll try to help.” She tensed for the pain as his hands reached for her delicate buds. But instead of gripping them forcefully, he cushioned each breast with the gentlest of touches. “They seem to me to be suffering from over-stimulation. Perhaps I can alleviate their distress.” He lowered his head slowly so that the warmth of his mouth pressed softly against each sensitive point in turn. Jenna moaned at the pleasure of this gentle touch, the quality of which was only enhanced by her expectation of moments earlier that she was about to experience yet more pain. She lowered her head also and buried her face in Bruce’s sandy hair, inhaling the sweet man-scent of him as his head moved tenderly from one breast to the other. Finally he straightened up and embraced her, drawing her tightly bound body against his. She tipped her head back, questing for his mouth, and obligingly he lowered his head until their lips met. But he broke off the kiss before she was ready to, and once more she whimpered with frustration. Bruce only smiled. “I do believe you’re serious about me, Jenna Walsh. Which may or may not mean that this is the last time I’ll have you as my whore. But in case I don’t get to repeat this, I’m not going to waste my opportunity. If you beg nicely, I may consent to a little cunnilingus, which in case you don’t know is an offer to eat you.” Jenna ignored this mild sarcasm. “Oh yes, please, Master. I am a whore, I want to stay your whore. Please eat me like a whore!” Needing no further invitation Bruce sank to his knees and buried his face in her sweet snatch. She spread her thighs and arched her hips against the restraints as hard as she could, so that he had greater access to her pussy. He responded by pressing his closed mouth firmly against her clitoris and rubbing his face from side to side, before opening his lips, extending his tongue, and running it deeply between her dripping labia. For a long time he knelt there, savoring every part of her pussy, probing every depth and crevice with his tongue, while above him Jenna moaned and shook, pulling desperately against her bonds in increasingly frantic attempts to press herself more forcefully against his face. In a very short time she felt a climax approaching and began thrusting her hips with increasing urgency. Bruce again broke the contact, and this time Jenna almost cried with disappointment. “Sorry, my love,” he smiled unrepentantly, as he climbed to his feet. “But I’m in charge here, and you don’t come before your Master.” As he said this, he took a pace back and, with Jenna watching, stepped out of his bathing costume, liberating his massively erect penis, its tip already moist with pre-cum. “What do you think of this?” he asked, running his hand up and down his shaft, then reaching under to stroke his swollen balls. “It is beautiful, Master,” said Jenna, eyeing the throbbing shaft hungrily. “Is there anything I can do to persuade you to use it on me?” “Consider me persuaded. Where would you most prefer me to place it?”

“I don’t mind, Master. Wherever it would give you the greatest pleasure.” “Well done, right answer!” Bruce smiled into Jenna’s eyes, then, with quick movements, he reached down and loosened the ropes binding her ankles, freeing her legs but leaving her arms stretched wide. Holding her by the hips he lifted her off the ground in one effortless movement, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her gently onto his straining erection. His cock needed no guidance into her moist pussy, they were perfectly aligned, and she slid down his length with virtually no friction. The moans of pleasure as they coupled were loud and mutual. Then their lips met, and while they kissed Bruce held her firmly and vigorously pumped her with his iron-hard phallus. Such was the intensity of their mutual arousal that in a few brief moments they had both climaxed, Bruce coming first, as the Master should, and Jenna a close second, screaming into his mouth and writhing with all the uninhibited abandon of a satisfied whore.

********** Alpha19 and Psi276 watched their instruments with amazement. This Terran woman had once again confounded all their previous results. “The Council will be extremely gratified, 276, they will certainly reward us for this.” “Yes, Alpha19. With her response to the first three machines rating so poorly I had begun to think that this was a waste of a day, but I have never witnessed results like this fourth set. She is a most exceptional specimen. I believe it would be folly to destroy either her, or the Terran male, too quickly. There are many more tests we could do on them, and there may well be value in a complete vivisection when we arrive back at the Homeworld.” “I think you are right. Forward the results and begin planning for tomorrow’s experiment. While we won’t be involving the Terran female in any active way, it would be worth monitoring her response as an observer, so work that into your planning.” “As you command.”

********** Jenna summoned the energy to remove the helmet. She shook her head to clear it, rubbed her face with one hand, then looked up to see what the others were doing. Ranisha, Mmerr and Zhorta were seated comfortably on the floor about ten paces away. They were watching her with wide eyes and artificially blank faces. “What?” Jenna demanded. “Oh nothing,” replied Zhorta with feigned innocence. Then she giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Mmerr assured her. “Nothing’s funny, everything’s very serious.” Then she too giggled. “Look!” barked Jenna. “If nothing’s funny, then there’s no need for you all to act like the Three Stooges. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out!” “Well, I don’t have much to say,” responded Mmerr. “But I do have a question. Is this half-time or full-time? “Cos I’m desperate for the bathroom.” With that the three of them burst into shrieks of laughter, and collapsed against each other. “Obviously you children have had your brains softened by too many machine-induced orgasms. Excuse me while I disrobe.” Pointedly, Jenna turned her back on them and began removing the suit. Ranisha was the first to recover. “I’m sorry, Jenna, we are not mocking you, it is just that we have never seen or heard of anything like it. We have been waiting more than half an hour for your session to end. Normally the suit causes the quickest climax. The length and complexity of your fantasy is beyond anything we have ever heard of.” “So that’s it!” snapped an un-mollified Jenna. “You three sickos have been eavesdropping on my entire session, right?” “We had little choice,” replied Ranisha unapologetically. “And I for one found it a privilege to witness something so erotic.” “Yes,” agreed Zhorta. “You Terran’s are certainly capable of creating complex and sophisticated inner worlds. I am most impressed.” “And I,” chimed in Mmerr. “Although I hope you won’t be offended if I say that you have a long way to go before you can really walk like a whore.” With that parting shot, she turned, flicked her tail and strutted out of the laboratory with the flamboyance of a Vegas showgirl.

********** Later that evening Bruce and Jenna lay in the darkness in each other’s arms. The controller chips had them all-but-asleep when Jenna murmured drowsily. “Bruce?” “Mmmm?” “Were you ever tempted to give up on me?” “Hardly.” “But I treated you so badly. Wouldn’t you like some of your own back now?” “I’m not vindictive.”

“I know, and I love you for it.” “I love you to, now go to sleep.” For a minute there was silence. “Bruce?” The only answer was a soft snore. “Bruce,” Jenna whispered. “If I were you I’d give me a serious spanking.” Then she too fell asleep.

Chapter 10: Hidden Eyes

It was the next day. Another experiment had begun. Jenna came out of the Reven trance to find herself sitting in a room not much larger than a broom closet. The tiny space was dimly lit and it had no furniture other than the single chair she was sitting in. There were no doors either, although a curtain covered the wall in front of her. “Now what?” she muttered. “First its BDSM with Mort, then it’s toys with the girls, and now I’m on my own in a closet. I can’t help feeling that things are becoming increasingly down-market. And why is it me all the time? Surely it must be Bruce’s turn to be the guinea pig. Or was he just abducted to bear witness to my repeated humiliation?” As if her question were some kind of cue, the curtain across the wall of the closet slid back and Jenna found herself looking through a window at an idyllic scene straight out of the Arabian Nights. It was an elegant room with marble floors, fluted columns and rich silk wall hangings. In the center was an ornate fountain, from which tinkled a dozen jets of cooling water. The room was expensively furnished with soft divans and strategically placed low tables, heavy with exotic food. From Jenna’s right, a woman entered the room. It was Ranisha, dressed in a costume that befitted the surroundings. She was clothed for a harem, in translucent garments of fine silk and gauze through which it was possible to discern a heavily jeweled bra and panties. As Jenna watched, the beautiful blue woman paused in the center of the room and looked around her, appraising the situation. But it wasn’t until she looked directly at Jenna without seeing her that Jenna realized she was concealed behind some sort of one-way glass. In that moment it became clear to her why she was here. So now I’m a voyeur! What won’t the little fucks make me do? Then she immediately wondered if she might have been mistaken after all. Ranisha turned back and for a long moment it seemed to Jenna that she looked directly at her hiding place, and squarely into her eyes. But then she grinned slightly and looked away. She must have sensed something behind her, because she

turned round until she was side on to Jenna, and her face broke into a welcoming smile. “Ahhh. It is you.” Jenna jumped, she hadn’t expected to hear Ranisha’s voice so clearly. But this surprise was nothing to her shock when a familiar masculine voice answered. “Yes. They must have finally decided to give Jenna the day off.” “Mmmm,” responded Ranisha, non-comittally. Jenna’s stomach churned with shock. This experiment involved Bruce and Ranisha! The Vedi woman was going to experience him as a lover, when she never had. Worse than that, the little Reven shits were going to force her to sit and watch. Well fuck that! Eyes burning with tears of jealousy and rage Jenna jumped to her feet. She intended to yell and hammer on the viewing window in fury, but a sharp stabbing pain at the base of her skull stopped her dead. Knowing all to well what would follow if she moved another inch, she slumped back in the seat. Fine. I can’t make a scene, but the little sadists can’t force me to watch! She couldn’t prevent herself from hearing, though. “So what do they expect us to do?” asked Bruce. “Whatever comes naturally I should think.” “I hope you won’t be offended if I say I’m a bit uncomfortable about this.” “Are you not attracted to me?” “Oh no, it’s not that. It is just that I have such strong feelings for Jenna. I know she’s already been forced to play the Reven games, and she knows that part of me has found that extremely difficult. I’m just not sure that I want her to experience the same sort of distress.” “That is very gallant,” replied Ranisha, smiling to lessen the tone of gentle mockery. “But I am not sure we have a choice, and I’m sure Jenna will understand.” “Like hell she will!” Jenna muttered ungraciously, folding her arms across her chest and glaring down at the floor of the little booth. “Let me suggest something,” added Ranisha. “Why don’t you imagine that I am Jenna, and do with me what you desire to do with her. I admit we are a little different, but in important ways we are also identical.” “Great line, sister!” Jenna snarled. “Besides, you have gone for many days now without physical release. I do not believe it is healthy for you to abstain for much longer.” Bruce appeared to be considering this. Then he relaxed and smiled. “You are correct, I’m in a state of

permanent tension and it’s not helping my mood, or my relationship with Jenna.” “Typical male,” Jenna whispered angrily. “I suppose he’ll come back now and say he did it all for me!” “Good,” said Ranisha. “I tell you what, why don’t you try and imagine what Jenna might like, and then do it to me instead.” Jenna would like to be taken on a long walk off a short pier! “Well that’s a problem in itself. Jenna and I have had no opportunity to enjoy any sort of intimacy. I’m really not sure what she’d like.” “Has she never suggested any preference to you?” “No, not that I can think of. Wait! There is one thing…” he paused and seemed embarrassed. “Do not stop. There is nothing we cannot tell each other.” “Well, last night, just as we were about asleep, she did tell me that she wanted me to spank her.” Rotten cheat! You were awake for that! Jenna couldn’t decide whether to be angry or amused. Ranisha was simply amused. “That sounds delightful. I have never been spanked by a two-armed man before. I think I would find it most enjoyable.” “Are you sure? I’m not really a spanking sort of guy myself.” “Well, perhaps you have never had the right sort of bottom to spank.” Ranisha turned and gyrated her hips erotically. “You’ve certainly got the right sort of bottom,” conceded Bruce. “I’d be proud to have that across my knee.” Sheesh! How long do I have to listen to this! Are their barf bags in this cubicle? “Why don’t you seat yourself on that divan, and then I will arrange myself to your satisfaction.” Jenna couldn’t help herself, she had to look. “This divan?” he pointed to the one directly in front of Jenna’s cubicle. “Yes, perfect,” agreed Ranisha. Bruce seated himself and looked up at the beautiful alien woman expectantly. Ranisha began a slow, sensuous, erotic dance, and from her mouth came a beautiful humming, similar to the sound Jenna had heard her making during yesterday’s experiment. As she danced and hummed, she began removing her outer garments, very slowly, one filmy layer at a time. Bruce appeared hypnotized, he swayed in time with her movements, and his eyes following the path of each piece of delicate fabric as

it floated to the floor. Both he and Jenna had seen Ranisha naked, but despite this, to see her undressing was extraordinarily erotic. Her blue skin had a richness and texture that suggested radiant good health. Her body glowed in the soft lights of the chamber, and her four arms wove intricate designs through the air and around herself. While her upper pair of arms beckoned to Bruce, pleading expressively to be taken by him as a lover, the lower pair explored her own body, stroking her most private places with a delicate touch. When she had divested herself of everything but the jeweled lingerie, she sensuously danced closer and closer towards Bruce until, with a graceful movement, she settled face downwards on the divan, her perfect, sparkling bottom placed enticingly over his knee. “Do you like what you see Bruce?” What does he look like, a fucking monk? “Your dance was beautiful, and your derriere is simply fantastic.” “I thank you,” Ranisha’s giggle tinkled like water falling into the fountain. “Would you like to show your approval by spanking it?” Bruce hesitated. “I’m not sure I want to hit something so lovely.” Yes! Do it! Give her a dozen of the best. Make her squirm. “I do not mind. In fact I would welcome it. The line between pain and pleasure is a very fine one for me. And a little rough stimulation can often be a prelude to very passionate love making.” “Well if you say so.” Still Bruce hesitated. Instead of spanking her, his hand began exploring her perfect behind. His fingers traced the outline of her panties, following the waistband, then gliding along the thigh bands, closer and closer to the area between her thighs. As he explored around her buttocks and between her legs Ranisha sighed with pleasure, elevating her bottom to give him better access. He went on rubbing, delighting in the feel of each firm buttock and the intensifying warmth each time his hand strayed closer to her pussy. From her position Jenna was looking straight between Ranisha’s legs. She had to admit that the sight was extremely sensual. The panties were quite sheer, despite their expensive gemstone decorations, and Jenna could make out the cleft of Ranisha’s buttocks and the outline of her vulva as a series of delicate shadows. Bruce’s hand finally arrived at those places. He rubbed it up and down the shadows that Jenna had noticed, causing the material to wedge deeper and deeper into Ranisha’s clefts so that soon the panties looked like a second skin, each buttock perfectly delineated. “That is so good Bruce. Rub it harder. I enjoy the sensation of the material pushing against my sex.” As she said this Ranisha gyrated her bottom even more erotically, leaving him in no doubt that she meant it. Jenna could see that the piece of fabric that ran between Ranisha’s legs was now shiny with moisture. Bruce had noticed this also. He lightly drew one finger up the center of the area, so that a small section of

the material embedded itself between Ranisha’s labia. This slim furrow excited Jenna. She wished it were her having her panties rubbed by Bruce. Without consciously intending to she let her hand roam down towards her own groin, which was covered by her usual pair of lycra briefs. “Mmmm,” sighed Ranisha with appreciation. “That feels so good, rub it harder.” “Mmmm,” sighed Jenna to herself, as she began fondling her pussy, forcing the lycra between its folds, matching the strokes of her finger to the strokes of Bruce’s finger as he wedged the jeweled lingerie more firmly into Ranisha’s cleft. Soon the strip of cloth was all but buried, clasped softly by the lips of Ranisha’s pussy, which were flushed an even richer blue than the rest of her body. Bruce was clearly aroused. His fingers began delicately rubbing Ranisha’s tender, swollen mound, playing with it, enjoying its plasticity and warmth. Lightly, he pulled on each lip in turn to stretch them even further over the fabric of the panties. Reaching down with both hands Jenna clasped her own labia. Like Ranisha’s they were hot and swollen. She pulled them one at a time until they too engulfed the gusset of her own skimpy garment. Then she pulled the narrow band of fabric a little higher, so that it rubbed and pressed on the area of her clitoris. Bruce, meanwhile, had returned with more confidence to Ranisha’s buttocks. By running a finger firmly up the leg bands we was able to force the panties between each cheek, leaving her bottom virtually bare. Then with both hands he grasped the two shining globes, kneading and squeezing them firmly, ensuring that the material was as tightly wedged between them as possible. Ranisha, all the while, was moaning and wriggling sensuously. The mounds of her bottom kept rising and falling. Bruce lowered his face to meet them, and began running his tongue up and down the sensitive inner surfaces, savoring the feel and taste of this beautiful alien’s perfect arse. Oh how Jenna wished he were tonguing her butt. No longer caring that the Reven would be monitoring her, or that it was Ranisha in there with Bruce rather than she herself, Jenna swiftly undressed. First she shrugged out of her halter top, relishing the way her breasts swung free to liberate her sharp, excited nipples. Then she leaned back in the chair, raised her thighs, and slid off her training briefs, enjoying the sensation as they pulled erotically from between the wet lips of her pussy. Now that she was completely naked, Jenna felt much less inhibited. She sat back in the chair and placed her feet firmly against the glass, her legs spread as widely as possible. Her pussy was completely exposed, its parted lips pointing directly at the two lovers on the other side of the glass. It felt delightfully lewd and taboo to be sitting here like this. Had Bruce been able to see her, he wouldn’t have seen her demure pussy, but rather her wet and swollen love nest, a clear sign of how much she was enjoying what he was doing. In this position, Bruce and Ranisha were framed between Jenna’s elevated legs. As she watched them, she could also see both her hands as they worked on her aroused sex, rubbing and kneading it, her fingers sliding up and down and in and out. Bruce had overcome some of his own inhibitions. His hand, which had been poised above Ranisha’s exposed buttocks, suddenly fell with considerable force. Smack! “Ohh!” squealed Ranisha, wriggling a little in pleasure and pain.

Again it fell. Smack! This time striking the other side, sending a small shock wave racing deliciously through her firm flesh. Another eight smacks followed. Firm, measured strokes, which ranged evenly over Ranisha’s bottom, causing her to moan and gyrate with increasing intensity. Nor was she the only one wriggling. Jenna’s hips were gyrating also as she rubbed herself, giving an extra hard rub to the area of her clit each time the flat of Bruce’s hand made contact with Ranisha’s smooth flesh. After ten strokes, Bruce paused to admire the result. Where Jenna’s bottom would have flushed a dark red, Ranisha’s had flushed a dark blue. With a certain unevenness in the pattern to show where Bruce’s fingers had landed. Bruce admired the marks for a time. Rubbing his hands over them to feel their heat than leaning down to trace his wet tongue over the pattern his fingers had made. “Lift up your arse,” he ordered Ranisha. This she did promptly, allowing Bruce to take hold of each side of her panties and slide them down to her knees. As had happened with Jenna, the embedded crotch of Ranisha’s jeweled panties peeled erotically from between the lips of her pussy, the fabric gleaming with the moisture it had absorbed. “Do you like what you see, Bruce?” “It is quite beautiful. If you were Jenna, what would you like me to do now?” “Hump me quick, and put me out of my misery!” gasped Jenna from within the booth, rubbing more forcefully on her clitoris. “Well, I’m sure she would enjoy it if you inserted your fingers inside her, and then spanked her a few more times.” “Okay. Yeah! I’ll accept that, as long as you hump me later!” Bruce too, seemed taken with the idea. He ran his right hand up and down Ranisha’s inner thigh a few times, then pressed the flat of his index finger against her aroused inner lips and gently rubbed and pushed until it had entered the tight entrance to her womb. Ranisha was very wet, and it was a simple matter to insert a second finger, and then a third. With three fingers wedged firmly inside her, Bruce was aware of a warm pulsing that seemed to have synchronized with his own pulse. Turning his hand over so that the palm was facing downwards, he began gently sliding his digits in and out, while his thumb stretched downwards to press against the area of Ranisha’s clitoris. Each time he withdrew his fingers, his thumb broke the contact, but as he pushed them once more into her hot depths his thumb also pressed back on that sensitive area. Ranisha moaned with pleasure and wriggled to open herself more fully to his gentle invasion. Jenna, in the meantime, was making the best of her own devices, pushing two and three of her own fingers in and out of her pussy in time with Bruce’s thrusts into the Vedi woman, while with her other hand she rubbed around the sensitive nub at the front of her vulva. With his right hand gainfully employed, Bruce reached across with his left hand to fondle and explore

Ranisha’s bottom. He squeezed and kneaded her buttocks, pulling them apart firmly to allow his other fingers to probe even more fully between the folds of her aroused vagina. It was a marvelous sight, the contrast between her blue pussy and his tanned fingers. His fingers were slippery with her juice, which smelled so sweet to Bruce that he had to taste it. When he lowered his head his questing tongue encountered his own fingers at the point where they entered Ranisha. He explored around there, finding that she did indeed taste good—strange and exotic—in a way that intensified his own arousal. As his tongue explored in and around Ranisha’s thighs and buttocks, its tip encountered her perineum and he had the satisfaction of feeling the band of flesh it belonged to contract tightly around his fingers. Suddenly he desired to have that tight flesh encircling his cock. But first he had something else to do. He sat back up, which suited Jenna, who was becoming frustrated by the fact that Bruce’s head was obstructing her view. She was even happier when, a moment later, he resumed spanking Ranisha’s delectable arse, this time in unison with his thrusting fingers. Ranisha too seemed pleased. She pushed her bottom against his invading hand, moaning sweetly. Bruce thrust his fingers in with more vigor, the cracks of his palm sounding crisp and even. Jenna went back to rubbing herself enthusiastically, in time with the rhythmical claps of each spank. Than, by some sort of unspoken agreement, the nature of the sex changed. Bruce ceased his spanking, and Ranisha slid to the floor so that she was kneeling in front of him. With a sweet smile she pushed him back to rest on his elbows, and then began pulling off his bike shorts. He raised his hips to help her, the muscles of his arms and stomach rippling beautifully. Jenna leaned forward hungrily to better see his erect penis spring free of the tight material. When it did so, it came to rest pointing upwards towards his belly, pulsing softly as it lay there. Ranisha continued sliding his shorts down until she had them completely off, then she pushed his legs wide apart and knelt between them. Smiling into his eyes, she reached behind and unclipped the jeweled bra she was wearing. For a brief moment she cupped her luscious breasts for Bruce to admire. They were full, round and beautiful. They too glowed with that amazing blue sheen and their nipples were big, dark and hard. Bruce was suitably impressed, and reached a hand down to stroke and knead them. Ranisha allowed this for a second, and then she gently pushed his hand aside and knelt forward to place her face between his legs. Bruce groaned and closed his eyes as her hot mouth made contact with his skin. Jenna groaned too, leaning forward to get a better view, wishing it were her mouth pressed to Bruce’s flesh. Ranisha approached her task with considerable subtlety. Her point of beginning was the inside of Bruce’s left thigh, just above the knee. She began tracing a smooth line up the nerve-filled flesh with the very tip of her tongue, but stopping before she reached Bruce’s groin. She did the same on the other side, moving up and down without ever reaching the juncture of his thighs. Gradually the contact changed from the tip of her tongue, to an open mouth, warm and wet, with just a hint of teeth to heighten his pleasure. With each movement of her head she took in warm furrows of his flesh, tasting it and sucking it, as he groaned with intensifying desire. Finally, she arrived at Bruce’s groin. The huge tendons that ran up the inside of his thigh ended in sensitive bundles of nerves. Knowing this, Ranisha sucked hungrily on the hard curving flesh between the top of Bruce’s thighs and his scrotum. “Oh, yes!” he panted as she sucked first one side and then the other.

Finally she concentrated on his genitals. His body strained, and his clenching buttocks lifted him off the divan, as her hot mouth found his scrotum. His balls were like hard plums. Ranisha sampled each in turn before drawing both into her mouth simultaneously. As she sucked on the sensitive flesh, the pressure caused Bruce’s cock to jerk as if it were attached to a string. But Ranisha was using more than her mouth. All four of her hands were busy too. One pair was at work below his waist, stroking his legs, rubbing his outer thighs, moving up to fondle his buttocks, and even pressing against the opening between them. The other pair was reaching up to sensually massage his torso and stimulate the points of his nipples. Bruce was almost overwhelmed by the sensations. He had on more than one occasion enjoyed a threesome, but even two enthusiastic young women were no match for the synchronized stimulation that this amazingly beautiful alien woman was lavishing on him. Finally Ranisha’s lips, tongue and teeth reached his penis, and as her mouth engulfed him, an over stimulated Bruce started to climax. But Ranisha had other ideas. One hand reached down and pressed gently but firmly against his balls. Whatever she did, it was enough to slow down the welling ejaculation and prolong Bruce’s pleasure and desire. For a time she continued her fellatio. Licking and sucking every inch of Bruce’s cock. Exploring its length with her tongue, wrapping her lips around its head, taking much of it down her throat, and probing the tiny hole at its sensitive tip. But just when he knew he was going to come this time and nothing could hold him back, Ranisha stopped. Standing up she pressed him flat onto the divan. When he was prone, his feet pointing towards Jenna’s hiding place, Ranisha delicately climbed onto him. But she didn’t mount facing him, instead she straddled his body with her back to him and her front towards Jenna’s hiding place. Although she never looked directly at Jenna, Jenna had the uncomfortable feeling that Ranisha knew she was being observed. Whatever! Jenna was too aroused to care. She was almost as close as Bruce was to an orgasm, and she was desperate to finish herself off. As she watched, Ranisha delicately took hold of Bruce’s swollen cock and knelt above it, rubbing its wet tip against her sex, pushing its glistening knob hard against her clitoris, before allowing it to slide back and forth between her wet pussy lips. Then, very smoothly, she positioned it at the entrance to her vagina and sank gracefully downwards engulfing his shaft to the hilt. There was a simultaneous gasp from three people. Bruce, watching from behind, gasped because Ranisha’s hot, blue womanhood had engulfed him, producing a sensation of unbelievable pleasure as she slid down his length. Ranisha gasped to feel Bruce’s hard cock entering her, filling her comfortably, and heightening her pleasure. And Jenna gasped to see the erect tool of the man she loved enter the swollen pussy of another woman, a magnificent blue alien woman, who impaled herself on her beloved’s big prick until only his balls were visible, gleaming redly below Ranisha’s blue mons. Then Ranisha began to ride him. Her strong thighs tightened, lifting her up and down, so that Bruce’s slippery rod plunged in an out. From behind, Bruce could admire the curve of her buttocks, still darkened where he had spanked her. He reached forward to massage the firm flesh of her arse, and as the

delicious movement continued he began arching his back up off the divan in time with her movements, coordinating his upward thrusts with her descent. Ranisha, too, was becoming increasingly aroused. All four of her hands were busy. One played with Bruce’s balls, delicately kneading their hard spheres and occasionally pinching the sensitive skin of his scrotum to increase his excitement; a second hand stimulated her own clitoris; a third played with her breasts; and a forth reached behind to feel Bruce’s cock sliding in and out of her opening. And in her little booth, Jenna Walsh—naked, legs thrown apart, feet on the window, pussy dripping—rubbed herself with increasing urgency as she absorbed one of the most erotic sights she had seen in her life. This alien woman of unearthly beauty was riding a man she loved whom she’d never taken as a lover. To witness it secretly was illicit and erotic, she was as turned on by the sight as anything else she’d experienced on this crazy ship. All three built towards a climax, but it was Ranisha who arrived first. She began moving faster on Bruce’s cock, her hands fondling herself more vigorously, until suddenly she launched into a screaming climax. The sounds of pure, uninhibited pleasure that she made set both Bruce and Jenna off at the same moment. Bruce felt his body being overtaken by pleasure, clenching into hard knots of muscle. He cried out deeply, as if from intense pain, and his strong hands reached up to clasp Ranisha to him as he climaxed. As he held her tight his back arched with such power that only his shoulders and heels remained on the divan. In the throes of his passion, all Ranisha could do was hang on for the ride. Bruce, his eyes closed and the veins of his forehead protruding, held her clamped to his straining cock, while his balls pumped their huge load deep into her spasming vagina. And Jenna, from behind the glass, came herself in intense waves, but with her eyes open, climaxing at the sight of Ranisha riding high on Bruce’s heaving body as it strained to fill her. Finally, spent, she did close her eyes. And when she opened them again, the two people on the other side of the glass were collapsed into each other’s arms. Emptied of desire, Jenna started to weep. She didn’t want it to end with her sitting alone. She didn’t really care if Ranisha had sex with Bruce, hadn’t she already banged Mort? But she did care that it was Ranisha and not she who was now lying in his arms. That was what really mattered. The sex was incidental without the intimacy. Oh God! Was she ever going to be allowed to become Bruce’s lover before the Reven killed them? She didn’t want to die, but if she were going to she’d die happier if she had at least consummated her relationship with Bruce. In the small dark booth, annexed to the laboratory of an alien spacecraft, beautiful Jenna Walsh curled herself up on the chair—her arms wrapped around her legs, her face pressed against her knees—and cried as if her heart would break.

********** “What do you make of that Psi276?” “I am at a loss to explain it. The Terran woman clearly found the experience pleasurable, as did the other two, and we collected some excellent data. Yet her grief now is so strong that even the controller chip is unable to repress it—and the reason for that grief eludes me.”

“Is it possible that it is a natural reaction to the end of the physical pleasure she has enjoyed?” “I do not think so. It may have something to do with the Terran male being with the Vedi female. But the sex is over, and although the Terran woman was not a direct participant, she did not miss out as it were. Honestly, I do not understand this. There is an emotional bond there that is beyond our experience. It may well be another thing that requires study. We do not want our new DNA contaminated by genes that cause one individual to empathize obsessively with another.” “Indeed we do not.” “What should I arrange for the next experiment, Alpha19?” “Well we still need to work with the Terran female. Let us put her in a situation of less inhibited sexuality and observe her response to that. See what occurs when she is mated in a threesome that includes the male Trrivv.”

********** Late that evening a very subdued Bruce and Jenna lay in each other’s arms in the dark. Both were lost in their own thoughts and very little had been said between them all evening. Suddenly Jenna’s mouth sought Bruce’s, and their lips locked in a long, lingering kiss. “Bruce, do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” “It doesn’t seem likely.” “Does it make you sad that we’ll never get to enjoy a normal life together?” “It does. But at least we’re together here, and that’s worth a lot to me.” “I didn’t mind that you had to go with Ranisha today.” “I’d like it to have been you.” “Me too. Still, you can always close your eyes and pretend it’s me.” “So I can.”

Chapter 11: Alien Calm

Bruce woke to find the space next to him empty. Jenna wasn’t in the room or in the bathroom. Pulling on his shorts, he walked through into the communal area, but no one was there either. He started to worry. Perhaps everyone had gone off in a trance except him. Close to panic he went to the recreation portal, hitting the top button that led to the gym. Mort was in there, lifting something the

size of a small car above his head. Bruce was slightly comforted—at least that meant he wasn’t entirely alone. He hit the second button, but the pools were empty. Third button, there she was! As Bruce watched, Jenna tumbled slowly through zero gravity, executing a graceful aerial turn so that when she reached the far wall she would be positioned to push off in the other direction. Halfway through the turn she noticed he was standing at the open door, so she launched herself to drift towards him. The smile she gave him was wan and listless, and she seemed to droop physically as she landed at the door and stepped back through into full gravity. “I notice the weight in my breasts most when I step through. Isn’t that strange? I don’t feel them at all in weightlessness, but as soon as I step back into gravity they drop down quite heavily.” What might have been an interesting, even amusing, comment, was spoiled by the apathy with which Jenna made it. Bruce was extremely concerned. “Are you alright,” he asked gently. “How long have you been out of bed? Couldn’t you sleep?” “Oh yes, I slept alright, no problem with that thanks to the little technological marvel the Reven have wired into my skull. But it’s not what you’d call proper sleep is it? They just switch us off for a few hours and leave us to lie like corpses.” “But at least we’re together.” “Oh yes? That’s some sort of advantage is it? Are you aware of me while you’re sleeping? Have you been able to dream about me? Have you ever woken in the middle of the night and wanted to kiss me? Have we been able to make love? Nope! They turn us on, they turn us off, they turn us on, and they turn us off. They’ve turned us into robots.” She slumped heavily into a chair and big fat tears trickled slowly down her face. Bruce was frightened. This was no Jenna Walsh he’d ever known. He couldn’t believe how badly this was affecting her. “Jenna, is there something I can do?” “Just hold me. They may control everything else we do, but so far they haven’t stopped us doing that.” He took her in his arms, feeling helpless as her sobs built and she cried as if her world were falling apart.

********** Bruce wasn’t the only one concerned. The Reven were as close to panic as emotionless sociopaths with ice water instead of blood in their veins, could be. “What is wrong with her 276?”

I do not know Alpha19. The nature and strength of her emotions seem to be more than the controller chip is capable of dealing with.” “Well you should know. It is what you are here for. If this is reported to the Council it will be your brain scheduled for vaporization, not mine!” “Do not be hasty, Alpha19. I am sure there is an explanation for this. It may be that we need to re-program her chip slightly. She seems unusually depressed, despite the tremendous amount of sexual stimulation she has been enjoying. Perhaps we should rest her today.” “No! I have a better idea. Change the schedule. Put her with the Vedi Premlord for this round, he has many powers and may be able to do something to alleviate her distress. This Terran female is vital to us. She has produced results far in excess of expectations. My most recent communication from the Council suggests that we may be close to reaching our goal. We cannot fail 276. Set up the experiment.” “As you command.”

********** Abruptly Jenna stopped sobbing and began to pull away. Bruce assumed she must have been feeling better, until he saw the blankness in her eyes. He shivered as once again she rose to her feet like a zombie and headed for the door. There was no other movement for a moment, but then Ghanjihi appeared at the door of the room he shared with Ranisha. His eyes followed Jenna as she departed, then he looked directly at Bruce. “Do not worry, Terran. I will take care of her.” Then he followed Jenna through the door, leaving Bruce looking after him with an open mouth. Seconds later Ranisha appeared. Quietly she laid her hand on Bruce’s arm to comfort him. “He spoke to me. Why wasn’t he in a trance?” “There is a limit to the extent to which a Reven can control the Premlord. Their most sophisticated chip can force him to do their bidding within reason, but there is no way they could deprive him of consciousness. He would die first.” “What exactly is a Premlord?” “The Premlord, is the ruler, most mighty, of the Vedian Confederacy. He governs all peaceable Vedi and is the prime leader in the resistance to the Reven.” “What, you mean he’s like the President?” “From what I know of your culture, that would be a satisfactory analogy.” “What’s he doing here then? How can someone so powerful be a prisoner of the Vedi?” “That is another long story. Basically, a faction of traitors in the confederacy betrayed him to the Reven in the foolish belief that it will lead to some sort of union. If the Mother permits we will return to hunt the

traitors down. I have no doubt that the one behind this is Seclord Tirsa-Singh, I pray nightly to see him impaled on the end of a spike. His death will not be a quick one.” As she said this Ranisha’s eyes pulsed with a lethal black glow, and for a second she looked truly terrifying. Then her expression resumed its usual serenity. “Even after all this time some Vedi refuse to acknowledge the Reven’s lethal duplicity. Capturing the Premlord is the Reven’s greatest triumph over us in many millennia. It is the reason that one of the Reven on this ship is of the Alpha strand. It is truly a disaster and may spell the end of all other humanoid races if the Reven experiments finally succeed. But that is not something we can control at this moment. Shall we eat together?”

********** Jenna came out of her trance to find herself naked yet again and sitting on soft cushions facing Ghanjihi. “Oh, it’s you this time,” she said dully. “And I am pleased to see you also, Jenna Walsh.” “I am sorry Ghanjihi, I mean no offence, it’s just that I’m getting very tired of the Reven’s sick games.” “No offence is taken. And let us put their games out of our minds for a time and enjoy each other’s company?” “What did you have in mind?” “Well, we are here together, in a beautiful room, with good food to eat. Let us make the most of it.” “But aren’t we expected to have sex. Isn’t that what we’re here for, to be their little lab rats?” “Perhaps. We shall see. But that isn’t of immediate concern. Let us eat together first.” “I am hungry, they normally don’t take me until after breakfast.” “Then try some of these things. It is the usual Reven synthetic nourishment, but at least this time it is processed to have the same look and texture as foods we are familiar with, so it will be more palatable to your other senses.” “He offered Jenna a bowl of fruit and some savory cakes. After a moment’s hesitation she began to eat. “Tell me about yourself, Jenna Walsh.” “There isn’t that much to tell.” “I do not believe that. The Reven wouldn’t have taken you if you were not an exceptional member of your species. By Vedian standards you are very beautiful, and I sense great reserves of energy, emotion and life force within you. Added to that, it is clear that you are providing the Reven with valuable data. What makes you so important, Jenna Walsh?” “Well, back on Earth I was the Women’s World Triathlon Champion, which takes a bit of doing.”

“What is this triathlon?” “The triathlon is an athletic competition. It involves swimming, cycling and running over long distances.” “And how did you become the best at this?” “By training mainly. But also by denying myself many things.” “Denying what sort of things.” “Oh, friends, family, lovers.” “You have no family?” “Yes, I do. But we are estranged,” she stopped eating, her eyes glazing as she considered a painful memory. “Mine was not a happy family. My mother died early and my father drove me to succeed. We eventually parted acrimoniously. I have one younger sister, but I have not been allowed to see her for many years.” “But why have you had no lovers?” “I decided that sort of relationship was a distraction.” “But surely you had many suitors.” “Oh yes, many, but I made it clear that I wasn’t interested.” “Did you not desire a lover? You are a very sensual woman. I have rarely met an individual with such depths of sexual potential as I see in you.” “How can you see such things in me?” “I am the Premlord of the Vedi. I would not be had I not been able to see such things. The Vedi place a huge value on the adepts among us, those who have the innate ability to master the sexual powers. In my society you would have been singled out at an early age for greatness. You and Bruce.” “You see the same depths in Bruce?” “Oh yes, the two of you together are a remarkable couple. I have no doubt that is the reason the Reven selected you. Do you not feel a compatibility with him?” “If you mean, do I desire him and do I want to be his lover more than anything in whatever short life I have left, then the answer is yes. I’m not someone who can have sex for the sake of it. These Reven games may not leave much in the way of scars on someone like Mmerr, but to me they are torment. I don’t just want to couple, or come, or watch. I want to be with someone I can give myself to completely.” “Hold that desire, it is your greatest strength. The one thing Reven do not understand is how two or more beings can forge a deep attachment to one another. They are emotionally barren, completely self-interested, and respect only strength.”

“In a way I’m a victim of my own foolishness. When I could have had Bruce I rebuffed him unkindly. Now, when I want him, I am prevented from having him.” She looked down bleakly at the half-eaten food before her, and again tears welled in her eyes. “I just know that I’m going to die without ever having the chance to be the lover of the one man who has ever truly loved me for who I am. I’m so stupid!” “Be calm, Jenna. The future is a blank slate. Nothing comes to pass until it has been written. The key to survival and victory is regaining your sense of yourself. You need to restore your inner strength, and prepare to meet whatever the future offers with a clear vision and purpose.” “That’s easier said than done, I feel like I’m falling down a deep, dark hole at the moment.” “In this I can help you. I can teach you to locate your essential self and to regain your strength. Come and sit here.” Taking her by the hand, Ghanjihi led Jenna to an area where soft cushions made seating comfortable. He sat in the lotus position and motioned her to sit facing him. “Look at me Jenna.” She raised her eyes to his. His face wore its habitually grave expression, yet in the deep blackness of his eyes she glimpsed something else. A good humor, an immense love of life, and a profound wisdom. Privately Jenna had considered Ghanjihi a bit of a joke with his peremptory ways—a stuffed shirt, or a fuddy-duddy, ordering the rest of them around. Now she realized that she had made a huge misjudgment. Ghanjihi was more than she had ever imagined. There was a sense of immense age about him, and of tremendous reserves of latent power. Jenna had no doubt that if crossed he could be terrible. That when he had to, he was a being who could act with all the ferocity and impersonal cruelty of a great natural disaster. Yet she also sensed that his motivation would be towards what worked for the greater good. “Close your eyes now Jenna. I am going to touch you and we will embrace. By your definition, what we are about to do will be sexual, but remember that among we Vedi our greatest powers come from the realm of the sexual. As I told you some time ago, sex is the universe’s gift to its creation. What we do now will not be any type of intimate contact that you have experienced before. It will take you out of your body and it will heal your soul.” With her eyes closed Jenna’s other senses became attuned more strongly. She was intensely aware of an aura of power emanating from this striking blue man. As it radiated from him, she felt herself bathed in its warmth. It excluded all things external from her senses and forced her to focus on her inner self. She felt as if she were sitting in a cone of profound silence and stillness. All she could hear was her own pulse. Then she became aware of another pulse. It was Ghanjihi’s she realized, a strong, even heartbeat. Then his voice echoed in her mind. Synchronize your heart with mine Jenna, allow it to slow, match it to my rhythm. She didn’t think she could, but she listened to her heart and concentrated on trying to match it to his. Gradually the two pulses synchronized until they beat as one. It was a heavy even beat that echoed within the cone of stillness that engulfed them. Excellent. That was very quick for a novice. Now synchronize your breathing with mine also, until that too is automatic.

Jenna concentrated on Ghanjihi’s breathing, and quickly hers too settled into his rhythm of slow, even breaths. Only at first did she have to concentrate. As she relaxed and attuned herself more completely to his pattern, her unconscious mind took over and maintained the unity. When the unity of pulse and breathing had been achieved, Jenna discovered that other things were synchronizing also. She became aware of Ghanjihi’s mood, and of the deeper rhythms of his body and his soul. The heightened awareness continued, and for Jenna it was as if, with each passing moment, she and Ghanjihi were becoming a unity—a synthesis of a sort. At some stage during this (Jenna could never be certain when) the mental and emotional unity was complemented by physical unity. She did not realize—although the watching Reven did—that she had levitated some twenty inches towards Ghanjihi until she was locked to him in a complex embrace. She had floated through the air until they were chest to chest. Then she had settled slowly to allow his erect sex to meet hers and very gently, with no force or pressure, they had coupled. His legs remained in the lotus position, cushioning her body delicately. Her legs wrapped gracefully around his torso, the soles of her feet pressed together with the toes pointing impossibly upwards, like hands pressed flat in prayer. There they rested, parallel with his spine. Their faces touched gently, forehead to forehead and nose to nose, until their synchronized breaths mingled—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Jenna’s left arm threaded the space between Ghanjihi’s two right arms to wrap around his back, where her hand clasped her feet. Her right elbow came to rest on his upper shoulder, with the palm of her hand cupping the back of his head. Ghanjihi positioned his upper arms so that his right arm ran along the top of Jenna’s left, with his forearm and hand angling downwards to lie flat against her spine, while his left cupped the back of her head. His lower arms fell naturally, those hands clasping Jenna’s waist. In that way they sat, motionless, for a very long time, an absolute, unmoving hub, around which the universe revolved and swayed. Jenna would never look back on the experience as sex. It was healing, of a profound sort that she had never imagined possible. The pain of her past, those hidden injuries that had turned her into a driven woman were dealt with. The loss of her mother, the break with her father, the grief for the little sister denied to her, the years when she had punished herself for her sense of failure by driving herself to win, rejecting all approaches of friendship by Bruce and others. Such things were faced, understood, and placed gently aside for later analysis and greater understanding. Then the present was attended to—the fear of death, the yearning for Bruce, the sense of shame at her participation in the Reven games. Jenna began to perceive herself as Ghanjihi perceived her, and to understand herself as he did. Through his senses she discovered a Jenna Walsh who was strong, clever, empathetic, and sensual, with an almost inexhaustible capacity to love and be loved. She realized that she was unique, and for that reason she mattered. Within her was an inner core of integrity that no amount of Reven manipulation could compromise. The consummation that she so desired with Bruce, it didn’t have to be sexual. If sex occurred, that was a bonus. The essential thing, which no amount of Reven interference could prevent, was that the two of them strove towards a depth of intimacy and sharing of the sort she was experiencing now. At some stage the nature of the contact between Jenna and Ghanjihi changed yet again. Their breathing and pulse accelerated, a welling tide of desire filled them, and they climaxed in unison. It was an experience which, for Jenna, felt like a great gift and a great blessing. When finally, reluctantly, her union with this wonderful alien ended, it was with a sense of loss and awe, but also with a feeling of wellness and peace, that she looked once again into the deep pools of his eyes.

“You will be better now Jenna Walsh. Everything you need is inside you, all you need do is learn to tap into it.” “Thank you Ghanjihi. I don’t understand how you did what you did, but you have changed me.” “No. You are not changed. What I did was reveal to you your inner resources. You now have a better sense of your own worth and powers. Let us leave this Reven place and go to be with our friends. You and Bruce have much to share I think.”

********** “Perfect Psi276. The Vedi has restored her to balance, just as I predicted. We can now complete the program on time and on-schedule. In less than six rotations we will arrive at the Homeworld. With the data we have gathered, and the Terrans as specimens, I think we can expect a heroes' welcome.” “I congratulate you Alpha19, again you were correct. Let us make haste with the final experiments. Do you wish to put the Terran female in with the male Trrivv and the female Vedi tomorrow as planned?” “No, let us give her one day off to fully recuperate. The council still needs us to test the Terran male for creativity, strength and adaptability. That can happen tomorrow instead. Prepare the laboratory with the expectation that the planned permutation of subjects will lead to some wild and energetic coupling.” “As you command.”

Chapter 12: Three’s Company

When Bruce awoke, it was to find a very different Jenna sitting, cross-legged on the end of the bed watching him as he slept. She looked great, her skin glowed with health, her cheeks were dimpled by a grin that showed her perfect gleaming teeth, and a lively sparkle in her eye complimented her smile. “My God you look fantastic. How are you feeling?” In reply, she leaned forward and kissed him cheerfully and passionately. But when they broke apart, she responded to his question seriously. “I’m sorry about the last few days. I’ve been so caught up in what I haven’t been able to control, and what I’ve been denied, that I neglected to be grateful for what I have. That is, you might say, the story of my life.” “So things went well with Ghanjihi?” “More than well, he is amazing. At the risk of sounding very corny, my time with him was a profound healing. I’ve come out of it with a lot of things straight in my mind—and one of the key things is that I can now acknowledge how deeply, passionately and unreservedly I love you. And I also realized that I don’t need to be able to fuck you to revel in that. Although,” she added lewdly, as an afterthought, “I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to bang your brains out if one presents itself.”

She giggled and leaned forward to kiss him once again. Bruce responded enthusiastically, delighted by the change. “So what did he do?” “I really don’t know, but I think it had something to do with what they call the “Tantra”. Sex is a religion for the Vedi, and he seems to be one of their high priests.” “More than that. Ranisha was explaining to me. He is THE Premlord. It’s a really big deal apparently, he’s the ruler of the planet, and the fact that the Reven have captured him is a major defeat. Even with a top-of-the-line controller chip inserted he’s still pretty powerful. The Reven can only just contain him. When he followed you yesterday, he wasn’t even in a trance. He just walked out quite casually.” “Yes, I had a sense that he had tremendous power.” “He and Ranisha both. You should have seen her eyes blaze when she talked about punishing the traitors that had betrayed Ghanjihi. There’s some Seclord that she plans to see sitting on a large spike if she ever gets the chance.” “Well, I’m pleased they’re on our side. I’m hoping they’ll teach me about their Tantra, I’d really like to know how to tap into some of the places within me that Ghanjihi revealed.” “Then count me in too. It sounds like something we should be doing together.” Hand in hand they went out to eat and chat with the others. Jenna’s good mood was infectious. For the first time since their capture, all eight were pleased to be together, and to talk and laugh. Shortly after breakfast, however, the Reven summoned the subjects of the day’s experiment. Never before had Jenna been left to sit and watch. She got a shock when Bruce’s eyes suddenly glazed over and he stood up in mid-sentence and left her. She felt a familiar hollowness in the pit of her stomach when Mmerr and Zhorta followed like zombies in his wake. Being left like this was bad enough, the remarks of some of the others made things much worse. Fritti was, as usual, the first to comment. “Screesh!” he spat in frustration. “Another day of no release, while Earth boy gets jumped by the weird sisters.” “I hope he is feeling energetic,” rumbled an amused Mort. “Zhorta is likely to bounce him off the wall, and Mmerr will be waiting to pounce on him when he hits the floor.”

********** It was Bruce’s bad luck that he was the last one to come out of the Reven trance. As Fritti had so accurately predicted, he was being jumped. Not that he realized this at first. It is very disorientating to find something warm and moist pressing on your face, obscuring your vision and making it difficult to breathe, while, at the same time, something else warm and moist is sucking vigorously on your cock and your balls. With a violent heave, Bruce pushed the suffocating weight off his face and gasped desperately. He was

in a large space, like a small gymnasium with a high ceiling. The floor was padded, there were things to climb on, unusual bits of equipment scattered here and there, and quite a few ropes hanging around. But Bruce only noticed his surroundings in passing. With air now rushing into his lungs, he was more concerned by what was happening down at groin level. Zhorta was sucking him—all of him! Her entire mouth was wrapped around his manly cluster, and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. But two things restrained him from protesting more vigorously. The first was his memory of Zhorta telling Mort that she’d like to hang him from the roof by his balls—and a woman of Zhorta’s dimensions and proclivities seemed equally capable of hanging him from her mouth by his own balls—and the second thing was that a disgruntled Mmerr was trying to sit back on his face. “What is the matter, Bruce,” she purred. “Don’t they do this where you come from?” “They do, but where I come from it’s considered polite to wait until the person is conscious so that you can ascertain whether that person would like to have his face sat on. The same goes for fellatio,” he remarked pointedly to Zhorta, who looked up at him with raised eyebrows, then gave an even harder suck. “Nnnngghh!” he cried through clenched teeth. “Do you think you might both leave me alone for a second while I work out what is going on?” Reluctantly Zhorta opened her mouth, allowing Bruce’s soundly sucked member to flop out of it like a small, red, stranded fish. “Is it alright?” she asked with evident concern. “It doesn’t look like the same chubby little fellow that Ranisha milked a few days ago.” “You’re right,” agreed Mmerr. “In fact it looks quite sick.” She joined Zhorta in kneeling over Bruce and peering closely at his groin. Bruce was stung to the quick, and leapt to the defense of his manhood. “Fair’s fair, you’re not seeing it at its best. It needs a little time to get used to things. It’s not accustomed to being pounced on while its owner is in a state of unconsciousness. It acquits itself much better after some stimulation!” “Stimulation!” enthused Zhorta, “Now there’s something I’m good at. We Gorts love stimulation. You stand up and bend over, I saw a lovely cane by the wall over there.” “No! No!” corrected Bruce hastily. “That’s not the type of stimulation I was thinking off. Don’t either of you understand subtlety?” He hadn’t meant to be so blunt, and he immediately regretted the fact that he’d so obviously hurt their feelings. While Zhorta’s face fell in disappointment, Mmerr’s wounded pride sent her on the offensive. “Where I come from, lifting your tail is all the stimulation a real man needs!” the cat-woman retorted. This time it was Bruce’s masculine pride that was stung. “Well where I come from, real men don’t have tails!” he replied hotly.

“No. And they have pretty sad pricks too by the look of it!” retorted the pissed-off Mmerr. “That’s enough! I won’t stand here and be abused by a pair of extraterrestrial nymphomaniacs,” Bruce shouted. “Where the hell is the door?”

********** “This experiment does not appear to be going according to plan Alpha19. I had expected them to be a lot more enthusiastic. Instead, each subject is growing increasingly agitated and now the Terran is trying to leave. Shall I stop him?” “Wait for a moment 276, things may well improve. The females are desperate and that may bring the male around. I doubt that they will allow him to leave, and it is better for this particular experiment not to activate the controller chips if it can be avoided.”

********** What the angry Bruce didn’t appreciate was just how quickly the situation was spiraling out of control. Neither Mmerr nor Zhorta was accustomed to rejection. In their own warrior cultures each of the alien women was high born and used to commanding respect. Not only that, each epitomized beauty and desirability on her planet, much as Jenna did on Earth. For this kidnapping expedition the Reven had been very careful to select prime physical specimens from among all four humanoid species. So the thought that Bruce might spurn them, particularly when they had so looked forward to having him as a lover, was more than Mmerr and Zhorta could bear. If anyone learned of this they would be humiliated. Both were becoming increasingly frantic and had reached the point where they’d go to almost any lengths to save face. “Not so fast, Earth-boy-toy,” shouted Zhorta, who was now as angry as Mmerr. “I haven’t had a man for over a week and I’m not passing up the chance for one more fuck before the Reven fry my brain!” “Me neither,” snarled Mmerr. “So either give it up, or we’re taking it!” “What? You’re threatening to force me? I’m not that easy and I’m not that desperate. You wanna fuck, go fuck each other!” “You betcha!” roared the thoroughly enraged Zhorta. “But it’s you we’re going to use to fuck each other with!” An enraged female Gort is an alarming sight. Zhorta towered to her full seven foot, her huge breasts pumping angrily. As she advanced on Bruce he felt like the little hobbit cowering before the giant cave troll in the Lord of the Rings, the last movie he’d seen before he was abducted. At this moment, he decided, facing an army of goblins in Tolkein’s Mines of Moria seemed much the preferable option. At Zhorta’s side Mmerr, who was equally enraged, advanced also, her hands curled into claws, and her tail twitching.

********** “The Terran is in strife. The females clearly mean to inflict harm on him. Shall I stop them?” “No 276! Wait for my command.”

********** Bruce had finally realized just how much trouble he’d created for himself. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a place to run, or hide, or at least make a valiant last stand. In a flash he turned. But Mmerr was quicker. Her tail snaked out like lightening and fastened around his ankle. What was to have been a headlong dash to freedom, turned into a headlong crash onto his face. With a huge leap, Zhorta landed on his back, expelling all the air from his lungs. “Careful. Don’t crush him,” warned Mmerr. She knelt down to look the gasping Bruce in the eye. “We want him functioning for a little longer, then you can sit on him for as long as you like.” Zhorta got off Bruce, and lifted him to his feet. “I thought he’d be a bit stronger than that. He’s not up to much is he?” “So what do we do with him now?” “Well if he was Mort, I’d give him a little ride on the wooden horse to calm him down.” “What’s the wooden horse?” “That long beam over there. We tie weights around his ankles, straddle him over it, and drop him onto it from about three feet up. It’s not too bad, Mort says his balls always cushion the fall.” Bruce began to panic. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” demurred Mmerr. “Remember what happened when his little bag got yanked by my tail. He collapsed in a heap.” “True. There must be some other way we can get some satisfaction out of him though. Let’s tie him to this chair while we think about it.” Zhorta fastened Bruce to a chair, quickly and deftly. He couldn’t move a muscle. Then the pair of female aliens sat down and began discussing him as if he weren’t there. “We’ve got to do something,” began Mmerr. “I’ve never let a man treat me like this and I’m not about to start now. And don’t forget that this may be the last man we have before the Reven decide they’ve had enough of us.” “I already said that, but you and I both know how difficult it is to get a man to perform when he’s not interested.”

“Stupid isn’t it. They never have that problem if we’re not interested. They’re badly designed, really, aren’t they? They need a pump or something, so they can inflate on demand.” “He’s a bit tense, isn’t he,” remarked Zhorta. “We could always loosen him up a little.” “How?” “Well, there’s another little game Mort and I often play called slingshot. He could probably handle it without sustaining too much damage. And he might feel a lot more compliant afterwards. Mort always is.” “How does it work?” Zhorta began pointing to an array of the weird devices that dotted the room. “We attach a couple of ropes to those spring winches in each corner, we thread them through some of those pulleys in the ceiling, then we put one loop around the Terran’s arms and another round his legs. Then, on the count of three, we simultaneously release the springs on the winches and the ropes whip him up into the air until his body acts as a natural brake.” “Still sounds a bit risky.” “No, I don’t think so. The worst Mort ever had was a dislocated shoulder.” Bruce had heard enough to get seriously worried. “Look ladies, I think we got off to a bad start. I’m sorry if I offended you. We don’t want to do anything hasty. After all, we are all friends aren’t we? And you must admit that Mort is a fair bit larger than I am. If it dislocates his shoulder, it’s likely to rip my arm out of its socket.” “Oh, I think you’ll be alright. Mort says he likes it.” “From what I’ve heard, Mort’s a raging masochist,” replied Bruce acerbically. “With his pain fetish, he’s not my ideal recommendation, to be honest.” “No need to get hoity. My Mort’s a very passionate Gort. If it’s good enough for him, it’s good enough for you.” Zhorta closed the debate by stalking off with an injured air. While the other’s watched she began attaching ropes to machines, threading them through pulleys, and tying loops in them. It didn’t take long for her to have rigged up what looked like a trap to catch a large animal. She returned to Bruce and Mmerr looking very pleased with herself. “Okay, Mmerr, it’s ready. I’ll bring him over and then we can hook him up.” She unfastened Bruce and slung him effortlessly over her shoulder, paying no attention to his desperate attempts to reason with her. His pleas stopped abruptly when Zhorta thumped him down in the center of the room between the two rope nooses she had fashioned.

********** “Program the controller chips to intervene 276. But don’t activate them unless I say. We can’t risk

having the Terran damaged. The Council would not forgive such a lapse.”

********** “Mind him for a second Mmerr while I get the ropes together,” instructed Zhorta. It was the break Bruce had been waiting for. Mmerr was looking up at the pulleys and Zhorta’s instruction caught her temporarily off her guard. It was only one unattended second, but for Bruce that was enough. Adrenaline took over. With more speed than he’d ever have thought possible, Bruce rolled over, seized the nearest noose, slipped it around Zhorta’s ankle as she went to step away, and pulled it tight. With a bellow of surprise, she reached down to unhook the rope, but found it hard to get her fingers under the tightened knot. Bruce didn’t stop. He scrambled over and released the spring. The winch squealed to life with that sound a fishing reel makes when a giant marlin is trying to get off the hook. The rope flipped Zhorta flat on her face and whisked her towards the ceiling. She only stopped when her ankle reached the pulley and wedged tight against it. There she hung, helplessly, some ten feet above the floor, bellowing with pain and rage. Mmerr, who had recovered from her surprise, was coming after Bruce. But she stopped when Zhorta yelled down to her. “No! Leave him! Get me down first, then we’ll take him together.” So she turned her back on Bruce to go to Zhorta’s aid. It was a fatal mistake. Ignoring all rules of Trrivvian etiquette, he promptly grabbed her by her tail and swung her round in a wide arc. She yowled as she flew through the air, unable to get at her tormentor. She yowled more loudly when he snagged her tail in the second noose and fastened it quickly with a half hitch. Panicking at what she knew he was planning, Mmerr struggled desperately to undo the knot. But again Bruce was quicker. With a headlong dive he released the spring on the second winch so that Mmerr accelerated towards the ceiling, tail first. She screeched more loudly than the winch. She only stopped moving when her tail whipped through the pulley and her butt jammed painfully against the metal ring. Then her screams, cries and incoherent curses all but drowned out Zhorta’s enraged bellows. Bruce was unrepentant. “Sorry girls, but it proves my point! Your little loosener isn’t quite as benign as you seemed to think. Or is this your definition of a little harmless fun? Anyway, I’d like to help you down, but my sad wee cock and me are more interested in finding the door. So you might just have to hang around for a bit until our little friends the Reven come clattering along.”

********** “This is no good 276. We need to be able to send the Council some results from this experiment. What can you do? It must be subtle or the experiment is compromised.” “I can program the Terran’s controller chip to modify his anger and enhance his desire. If I combine that

with an augmentation of his sympathy ratio he may be susceptible to entreaties from the two females.” “Fine. Can you get the females to make such entreaties.” “Probably, if I increase their sense of helplessness and self-pity, and enhance their desire to please the Terran.” “Well what are you waiting for?”

********** Bruce searched the whole room but there wasn’t a door to be found. At first it had been easy to shut his ears to the noises coming from the roof, particularly as most of them involved threats to maim and kill. However, these had gradually changed to apologies and tearful entreaties that he was finding much harder to resist. “Bruce, please let me down. My tail was not made to endure such things. It is very painful and it is the most humiliating position a Trrivv could imagine to be in. I am very sorry Bruce, I would never have hurt you. I just wanted to be your lover. I’ve never had a man reject me before, it clouded my judgment. Please Bruce, you did say you were attracted to me.” “Yes please Bruce, I am very sorry too. I do not wish you harm either. I only wanted to make love to you. It is true that you are not as big as Mort, but you are still a handsome and desirable man. Please let me make it up to you.” Bruce finally looked up. Both Zhorta and Mmerr hung there piteously, their arms outstretched, pleading. Tears dripped from their eyes down to the canvas below them. “How can I trust you? How do I know that you won’t turn on me as soon as you are down?” “We’d never do that Bruce, you can trust us. My Mort will tell you that a Gort maiden never goes back on her word.” “And I swear by my tail, Bruce. May it shrivel up and drop off if I am lying,” Mmerr shivered with horror at the thought. They seemed genuine and Bruce began to feel very sorry for them. A chivalrous heart of sorts beat in his chest, and he became concerned that what he was putting them through was unmanly and unbecoming. Besides, the two of them really looked pretty sexy up there. Zhorta might be the size of a car, but she was a sports car, not a Volvo station wagon. She had very nice lines and beautiful curves. Mmerr’s curves were just as impressive, she radiated passion, and Bruce had no doubt that she’d be great in bed. Bruce privately admitted to himself that there was something very kinky about this particular threesome that pressed his buttons. Sex with Ranisha had been a revelation, sex with not one, but two more aliens might be even better. “Alright, I’ll let you down. But I’m trusting you to be telling me the truth.” They were pathetically grateful.

“Oh Bruce, thank you Bruce, you won’t regret it Bruce.” He lowered them gently, one at a time. Mmerr mewed piteously as her poor mangled tail retraced its path through the pulley. And Zhorta sighed with the release from pain as the pressure came off her trapped ankle. Finally they were both settled on the canvas. Bruce approached them cautiously, waiting to see if they were true to their word.” “Oh thank you Bruce,” said Zhorta again. “It is so good to be down. Do you think my ankle is badly damaged?” He moved closer for a look. There was a deep groove where the rope had tightened, but she could move her toes and wriggle her foot, so he guessed it was all right. “Oh what a relief, but would you rub it for me for a moment?” Coquettishly she extended her huge leg towards him. The limb might have been big, but it was perfectly shaped, and her beautiful skin gleamed in the light. When he knelt down to rub it, she extended her foot until her toes were only inches away from his groin. His eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs. She really was extremely beautiful, and he noticed that her sex appeared quite aroused. In the aftermath of his release from danger and threat, combined with the high of the adrenaline, Bruce was finding the sight of this huge, naked alien woman very erotic. As he rubbed her ankle, he felt himself beginning to harden. Zhorta pretended not to notice, but she arched her back and stretched so that her breasts jutted upwards (making Bruce think of a pair of well-matched volcanic cones) while her legs fell open even wider. “Oh Bruce, that is so very good. You are very kind after all we put you through.” It was his penis that responded, by hardening even further until it was butting against the sole of her foot. Innocently she tickled it with one toe. “Bruce,” sweetly interrupted another voice. “When you have a moment, would you come and look at me also. I’m worried that my tail is damaged.” Bruce glanced over at Mmerr, then looked back harder because she was lying face down on the mat with her butt elevated to his gaze. “Excuse me a moment, Zhorta,” he apologized, as he moved over solicitously to examine Mmerr. She had a perfect bottom. Even with its fine coat of downy hair and addition of a tail he decided it was right up there with his two all time favorite arses—Jenna’s and Ranisha’s.” “Mmerr has a very nice tail, doesn’t she Bruce?” “She certainly does Zhorta,” he agreed, as his hands rubbed around the affected area, massaging it to Mmerr’s purrs of pleasure. “Do you find my rear end less attractive without a tail?” Bruce looked back at her, surprised by the question. Zhorta had rolled flat on her stomach also, and like

Mmerr she had her bottom raised off the mat for his inspection. “Not at all. It is different without a tail, but in its own way just as spectacular.” He meant this sincerely. Zhorta’s large, perfectly sculpted buttocks were magnificent. Both she and Mmerr excited him in ways he had never considered possible. His cock reached full hardness as he admired the delectable variations on offer. “Come and lie next to each other,” he suggested. “But leave enough space so I can kneel between you.” They complied immediately, giving Bruce the opportunity to explore their bodies on the flimsy pretext that he wanted to give them a massage. Both women felt wonderful under his hands. Mmerr’s downy covering contrasted erotically with the smooth silkiness of Zhorta’s skin. They moaned with pleasure as his hands explored them, the intensity of their cries increasing and decreasing depending how far he was from their erogenous zones. He started at their shoulders and moved down their backs, skipping over their butts (there were moans of disappointment) to continue down the length of their legs. It was a little bit of an effort given that Zhorta was so much larger than Mmerr, but Bruce felt that he was covering each about equally. When he arrived back at their arses, both women lifted them in unison. Bruce didn’t have to be told twice, and he wasn’t of a mind to be subtle either, he went straight for their pussies. In two respects they were similar, both were very hot and very wet. But where Bruce could only slide two fingers comfortably inside Mmerr, his entire hand entered Zhorta with considerable ease. He explored and stimulated them for some time, enjoying the differences, and appreciating the chorus of moans they were producing. At Bruce’s request they rolled over so he could have access to their fronts. The disparity in size between Zhorta’s breasts and Mmerr’s breasts was tremendous, but he found both busts equally erotic. Mmerr’s firm rounds (a perfect handful he thought) were as interesting to him as Zhorta’s great orbs. From the front he had uninhibited access to each woman’s clitoris. While he could stimulate Mmerr’s tiny nub with one finger, rubbing Zhorta’s firm protrusion involved his entire hand. Again, however, the response was identical. They both liked what he was doing, and they communicated their approval loudly. Finally, Bruce sat back on his haunches and looked at the two delectable alien women lying lewdly on their backs with their legs spread. “Perhaps we should pick up where we started so badly, and try again,” he suggested, lying down flat on his back. Mmerr reached him first, crawling sexily, and asked in a lustful voice, “Bruce, would you care to lick my pussy?” “And I can’t help noticing that your little fellow is little no longer,” Zhorta added. “Would you mind if I sucked him?” “How kind of you to ask,” he replied, with mock formality. “My answer to both questions is—let’s get it on!” With a yowl of delight, Mmerr sprang nimbly over him and lowered her swollen sex towards his face. Bruce tasted her, and she tasted good, so he began exploring her energetically with his tongue. He licked even faster as he felt his erect penis disappearing into Zhorta’s hot mouth. This time she didn’t suck him, instead she swirled his shaft with her tongue, and kept swirling it. It felt so good that within seconds

Bruce was jerking his hips to encourage her further. All three enjoyed this arrangement for long minutes, none seeming inclined to stop, until finally Zhorta broke contact to make a plaintive plea. “Please fuck me Bruce, I’d like to a feel a real live cock inside me.” “I’m more than happy to,” he replied. “But are you sure you want me? I’m probably a bit smaller than you’re used to.” “Oh you men! You’re the same all over the universe. When will you ever learn that size isn’t everything?” He laughed. “Okay, if you’re happy, then I’d love to, but what about Mmerr? Maths wasn’t my strong subject, but even I know that one cock into two pussies doesn’t go.” Mmerr giggled. “Don’t worry, I have an idea. Zhorta, you lie on your front with your backside up in the air again.” In seconds Zhorta’s wonderful butt was pointing to the sky. Just as quickly Mmerr climbed on top of her giant friend, lying with her front pressed to Zhorta’s back, thus presenting Bruce with a layer cake of two perfect arses for him to enjoy. “Now,” she commanded. “Start by dipping you sweet cock into me, then move it downstairs to Zhorta for your grand finale, and while you’re doing that you can finish me off with your tongue.” Bruce didn’t need telling twice. He lined himself up with Mmerr’s wet sex and plunged into it in one long hard thrust. She yowled with pleasure and buried her claws in Zhorta’s back. The unexpected pain made Zhorta spasm, with the very satisfactory result for Bruce that Mmerr’s pussy jerked strongly on his cock. Zhorta wasn’t complaining about the clawing though, it seemed to have provided an extra stimulus and she was moaning happily while rubbing herself vigorously with one hand. Bruce plunged in and out of Mmerr, keen to show that his penis was capable of a peak performance. She was clearly satisfied, if the constant din of pleasure was anything to go by. Further down Zhorta was also moaning lustfully. When Bruce judged that he was getting closer to a climax, he withdrew from Mmerr and descended one level to plant himself in Zhorta’s welcoming box. He was surprised when the sensation far exceeded his expectations. Jenna had privately admitted to him that Mort was an exceptionally well-endowed alien, so Bruce had naturally expected that Zhorta would be designed to accommodate something that size. But when he entered her he discovered that she had considerable muscle control, her pussy gripped him firmly, and the sensation of sliding between her large swollen labia was wonderful. Mmerr had elevated her hips as soon as Bruce pulled out of her, so that with his first thrust into Zhorta he was also able simultaneously to bury his face in the Trrivv’s delectable pussy and lap hungrily at it. It was in this excellent arrangement that all three reached climax. Bruce, perhaps surprisingly given the earlier frustrations of the women, came first. As he pounded on Zhorta’s capacious rump, he had a sudden mental picture of himself looking like a midget satisfying a normal sized woman. It was this vision

of a vaguely taboo activity that made him climax. He gripped Zhorta’s huge hips as hard as he could and hammered more vigorously against her great arse. When the pressure was finally more than he could contain, he leaned his head back and shouted. “Oh yes! I can feel it. I’m going to come in your huge arse. I’m burying my cock in you. Shake your hips, push against me! I can feel it. I’m coming… I’m coming… here it is… take this you… fantastic… great… big… sexy… sadistic… alien… bitch!” He roared incoherently and buried his face in Mmerr’s soaking pussy as the tremendous pressure in his loins translated into a series of excruciatingly pleasant ejaculations deep into Zhorta’s steaming vagina. His release seemed to be a signal for Zhorta to come too. Her whole body shook and her great hips gyrated. “That’s it Earth-boy-toy, put your little cock in a real woman and find out what it’s like!” All Bruce could do was hold on as Zhorta’s climax wrung his penis with a series of muscular spasms until he was sure it had been milked dry. Swimming in pleasure, he ground his face against Mmerr’s snatch, and was rewarded by one final, drawn out shriek, as she came all over his face. Satisfied, the three rolled apart and lay gasping happily on the canvas, grinning at each other. “You Earth boys sure play hard to get,” remarked Zhorta. “But you’re worth the getting.” “I couldn’t agree more,” concurred Mmerr. Bruce lay there, feeling wrung out and absurdly pleased with himself. However, his mood only lasted as long as it took Zhorta to speak again. “Now, how soon do you think you’ll be ready for round two?” He sat up wildly. But at that moment a door appeared in the far wall making it clear that the Reven, at least, felt that he had done enough. For the first time Bruce and the Reven were in agreement.

********** “It is well for you that we managed to salvage that, 276,” remarked Alpha19 ungraciously. “If the experiment had failed I would have made it clear in my report that the fault lay squarely with your management of the controller chips.” “We did succeed, though,” appealed Psi276. “And the data seems more than satisfactory. So in practical terms the experiment was a success.” “Just—and only because we had to indulge in marginally permissible manipulation of the subjects” emotions.” “I will do my best to ensure we do not have a repeat occurrence.” “You had better! We have one experiment left and I want it completed four days out from Homeworld. We need time to sedate the Terrans for eventual vivisection, eliminate the others, and prepare all data for

presentation to the Council. Make sure tomorrow’s experiment presents no problems. We will begin straight after nourishment.” “As you command.”

Chapter 14: Swimming with the Aliens

While Jenna waited for Bruce to return, she spent a relaxing day exercising, swimming and doing acrobatics in zero gravity. Between these activities she spent much time with Ranisha and Ghanjihi, learning some basic techniques for accessing the inner potential that her encounter with the Premlord had revealed to her. It was probably one of the most satisfying days of her life. Even during her most successful times on the triathlon circuit she’d never enjoyed the sense of well being and accomplishment that she felt now under their tutelage. “You have remarkable resources, Jenna,” Ranisha told her as they concluded a session together. “On Vedia you would be a prime candidate for a High Priestess role.” “Are you a High Priestess?” “Of a kind, but I am also one of the Premlord’s consorts, so my duties are less proscribed.” “I regret the fact that I will never get the chance to visit your world and learn all that you can teach me.” “Regret nothing until it has come to pass. We live in a permanent present, where nothing is immutable.” “I hope you are right.” Despite all she’d been learning, Jenna was still pleased to see Bruce stagger through the door, closely followed by a very cheerful looking Zhorta and Mmerr. He made it to where she was sitting and flopped wearily down next to her. “How was it?” “Well I’m here to tell you about it, and that’s a major achievement. But it was touch and go there for a while.” “Oh my poor Bruce,” Jenna gently teased him in a mommyish coo. “The naughty big girls weren’t nasty to you were they?” “You may well laugh. But I was this close to being torn limb from limb. Those naughty big girls play rough if they don’t get what they want.” “So did my brave hero give them what they want?” “No, I gave them what you want, my sweet.”

“Oh I see, you were that good were you?” “I was passable,” he conceded with false modesty. “Anyway, what’s with the twenty questions? And why are you so cheerful when I’ve been off doing the funky with two insatiable aliens?” “Well I’ve been learning not to sweat what I’ve got no control over. And I’m pleased to see you.” “Likewise. Now what’s for dinner? I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite.”

********** They both slept deeply in each other’s arms that night, but for a change Jenna was aware of dreaming. It was as if there was now a little partition in her mind that the controller chip couldn’t reach, and within it her consciousness functioned normally. She didn’t remember the dream when she woke up, but she did wake with the sensation that as she had slept time had passed. She even had a vague memory of being held by Bruce through the night. So she woke happily, almost eager for whatever it was that the day might bring. Breakfast was another meal shared in friendship, with much laughter, especially over the unsubtle comments and innuendo that both Mmerr and Zhorta were directing at an embarrassed Bruce. All the captives knew that they were in increasing danger as the ship approached the Reven Homeworld, but there seemed to be a collective determination not to squander the time that remained to them. The final experiment began shortly after breakfast when Jenna, Ranisha and Fritti were all summoned from the room. Mmerr got the giggles. “At last Fritti’s going to get the relief he’s craved for these last few days. What a shame, I had a bet with Zhorta that if he had to wait another day his nuts would crack. They were so sore he could hardly stand upright. Perhaps the Reven sensed that there was about to be a nasty incident, so they thought they’d better intervene. I hope Jenna and Ranisha are feeling energetic, because satisfying a Fritti in lust is too exhausting even for me.” Bruce decided to go and see if Ghanjihi would teach him to meditate. He was finding it hard thinking about the amorous Trrivv with Jenna, he needed a distraction.

********** Ranisha, Jenna and Fritti found themselves in a room very similar to the swimming room in the recreation area—there was a large pool and a smaller bubbling hot tub. The atmosphere was warm and steamy with soft lighting, and lots of cushions and fluffy towels scattered about. “This looks nice,” Ranisha remarked softly to Jenna. “We may be able to have some good times here, as soon as we’ve settled our little Trrivv down.” She grinned at Fritti, who was bouncing around like a rubber ball, beside himself with glee.

“Yes! Yes! It’s me! It’s me! It’s my turn at last, and I’ve got both of them. The Terran, the Vedi and yours truly!” He executed an effortless standing back flip, and then came racing over to the women. “Who wants to be first? Or do you both want to go together? Let’s do every crazy thing we can think of and then lets do it again even crazier. You’ve never had a Trrivv till you’ve had me.” Jenna couldn’t help laughing. “Well I’ve never had a Trrivv at all, and what makes you think I want you?” Fritti looked crestfallen. “How can you not want me? I want you. I’m desperate for you. I’ll do anything to have you.” Jenna felt bad, he seemed so upset, and even more comical in his distress. “It’s alright, Fritti,” replied Ranisha soothingly. “We know you want us, and we know how long you’ve been deprived, and how bad it is for a virile Trrivv like you not to have release.” Fritti looked even more sorry for himself. “Now don’t you worry,” continued Ranisha in the same gentle manner. “You can have us as many times as you need to, but you also have to give us some time to ourselves, and you’ll have to do a few things that we want too.” Jenna looked inquiringly at Ranisha, silently mouthing the question “As many times as he needs to?” But Ranisha just smiled in a way that said “don’t worry, this is a minor distraction, just follow my lead”. Fritti was certainly pleased by the arrangement. “Sure, yeah, no problem, that sounds fair enough to me. Any chance we could start now? Any requests? Any takers?” “Of course, Fritti,” replied Ranisha. “Couple with me first, and then go and have a swim while Jenna and I spend some time together.” As she said this Ranisha strode over to the Trrivv and quite matter-of-factly knelt before him on her hands and knees so that he could enter her from behind. Jenna watched incredulously. Fritti yowled with delight, as his firm cock zeroed in on Ranisha’s pussy and was inside her in a second. His tail wrapped around her waist to hold her tight, his hands grasped her buttocks and he pumped in and out at a speed a rabbit would have been proud of. In less than a minute he reached a climax and, with a lot of noise, came inside her. As soon as he’d finished, she stood up. “There now, how was that Fritti? Feeling better?” “Oh much better. That was great. You want me to have a swim now right?” “Right.” “How long before I can have another go, I’d like to try the same thing with Jenna.”

“Soon, Fritti. Come and tell us when you’ve swum a hundred lengths.” “How could you do that?” asked Jenna when Ranisha returned to sit beside her. “How could I not? Poor Fritti, have you not seen how much he has suffered? The Trrivv are a highly sexed species. Coupling once a day is regarded as abstinence where Fritti and Mmerr come from. The Reven know this. It has been a deliberate and typical cruelty to make him wait for this long before release. He is almost mad with desire, and you will find that as we ease his tension his personality will alter markedly.” “I had not realized. I just assumed he was a horny little pervert.” “Not Fritti. He is a very normal Trrivv, and a very likeable one. I have a great fondness for the Trrivv, they are very uncomplicated in matters of sex and desire.” Jenna looked at Fritti with new eyes. She’d been so tied up with her own pain that she hadn’t realized some of the others might be suffering too. She marveled at the way Fritti was knifing through the water, like an otter. “I hadn’t expected him to be such a good swimmer. He reminds me so much of the cats on our world that I assumed he would hate water.” “Oh no, quite the opposite. The Trrivv are an aquatic race. They spend a lot of their time in the water, and even use great water filled pipes and canals as part of their transportation system. Now, that’s enough about the Trrivv. He will be back all too soon. I wish to spend some moments of intimacy with you.” Jenna suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I’ve never been with a woman before, I’m not sure if I’m that way inclined.” “It is not necessarily a matter of inclination, there are many factors involved. If you want to play semantics, you could argue that I am not really a woman in Terran terms, I am of another species altogether. I prefer to think, however, that we are all individuals capable of giving pleasure to other individuals.” “In that case, I’m persuaded. Where do we sit.” “Over here where it is comfortable.” No sooner had they sat down, than an anxious Fritti reappeared. “I’ve done one hundred lengths of the pool, Ranisha. It’s not too soon is it?” “Of course not my dear Fritti. Now, Jenna is not sure that she wishes to mate at this moment, so you are welcome to do it with me again if you wish.” “No wait,” interrupted Jenna, surprising herself with her boldness. “I’d be happy to mate with you Fritti. Is just here alright.”

“Anywhere you want Jenna. Just say. And any way you want as well.” Jenna thought she should make an effort to be creative so she lay flat on her stomach and arched her butt up off the floor. Fritti didn’t need instructions, within a second he was squatting over her, inserting his cock into her slit from the back. It was comfortable, even enjoyable. It certainly felt pleasantly illicit allowing someone she hardly knew to enter her as casually as she might shake his hand. “Oh that’s good Jenna, you have a great backside even without a tail.” “Oh Fritti, you say the nicest things,” she replied with a laugh, and wiggled her bottom to excite him. Fritti didn’t need any help though. As with Ranisha it was all over in a minute, and he was cheerfully dismounting. “This is going well, isn’t it? The three of us make great music together.” “Indeed we do, Fritti,” agreed Ranisha. “But again, Jenna and I need some time together. Go and have another swim, but this time do two hundred lengths.” “Sure, no problem. But then can we do it again?” “Certainly, as many times as you need.” Cheerfully the Trrivv dived into the pool with barely a ripple, and Jenna and Ranisha picked up where they’d left off as if nothing had happened, despite the evidence of Fritti’s pleasure trickling down both their thighs. “Let us take a moment to attune ourselves to each other,” proposed Ranisha. They sat facing each other and swayed gently together until their faces were touching. Jenna had never kissed a woman passionately. Ranisha’s skin was soft, and her mouth was firm and full. For a long moment they stayed lightly touching, their breath mingling. Then Ranisha parted her lips a little, and Jenna followed suit. A long slow exploration ensued. Moist tongues ventured between perfect teeth, met, withdrew, met again, and gently tasted each other. Then their lips pressed together more firmly and their tongues probed more deeply, exploring each other’s mouth, twirling around each other’s tongue. It was a long and beautiful kiss. Jenna had always been enticed by Ranisha, and this delicate stimulation filled her with desire. With shaking hands she reached up to feel Ranisha’s breasts. They were full and heavy, the skin so delicate that her fingers seemed to glide across their smooth, curved surfaces. Ranisha responded with a similar touch. She stroked Jenna’s breasts softly and expertly, massaging her firm orbs and circling her nipples. Jenna’s desire mounted and she moaned softly into Ranisha’s mouth. Then she emitted a different sort of moan, one of frustration, when a voice sounded loudly in her ear. “This looks like great fun, can I join in?” Ranisha pulled away and smiled at the dripping Fritti.

“What, two hundred lengths already? Or did you just loose count?” “No honestly, I have swum two hundred lengths. But I went fast because I’m still feeling a bit tense.” “What would you like to do then?” “Something a little kinky, perhaps?” “You name it.” “All this breast rubbing has got me going. How about I come on your tits?” “That’s fine, isn’t it Jenna.” “Uh, yeah, sure, I suppose, if you say so.” “Great, great. Why don’t the two of you turn to face me and start rubbing?” Jenna really wasn’t happy about this, but she was trying to learn from the Vedi to be more open to new things. So when Ranisha cheerfully turned to face Fritti and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts with both hands, Jenna did likewise. Fritti, without any sign of embarrassment, stood in front of them rubbing his cock and talking incessantly. As he talked his hand moved faster and faster and his voice got louder and louder. “This is great. Two pair of the finest tits I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t even matter that they have no fur. One pair of perfect blue tits, and one pair of perfect cream tits. That’s the way, rub them and squeeze them for me. Oh, yeah, they’re great, I like your nipples. Look how hard they are! That’s right play with your nipples. Oh what great tits. Here I come, I can feel it, I’m almost there, here it is. Oh yeah, all over your wonderful tits.” As he shouted this his moving hand looked like a blur, and then a gush of hot cum sprayed out, liberally sprinkling Jenna’s and Ranisha’s tits. “My goodness Fritti, you still have a bit in reserve, even after coming all those times. You Trrivv really are amazing.” Ranisha massaged Fritti’s cum over her breasts so that they shone wetly. Jenna, still determined to play along, did the same. “Thank you both,” said Fritti, sounding much calmer than he had three orgasms earlier. “I really needed that, I feel much better.” “We’re so glad. Now I think it’s your turn to do something for us. Lie down on the floor please.” Fritti obliged without hesitation, as Ranisha offered Jenna a quick explanation. “I really have no idea what the purpose of this experiment is, but knowing the Reven, they may well stop us before we are satisfied. Why don’t you mount our friendly Fritti and I’ll make use of his tongue.” Ranisha straddled Fritti’s face, and he began licking her pussy vigorously. Jenna thought Ranisha’s idea

sounded reasonable, so she slipped onto Fritti’s cock, which had already hardened again, and began riding it delicately. Things improved even more when his tail snaked up to rub in and around her sex as she moved up and down his shaft. Than, as if by unspoken agreement, she and Ranisha again leaned forward to kiss each other’s lips and rub each other’s breasts. Jenna found it a very erotic experience. The passion of the kiss, the feel of another woman’s breasts, that woman’s hands on her own breasts, not to mention Fritti’s cock and probing tail, had her building quickly towards a climax. The experience was mutual and she and Ranisha came with muffled moans, their lips pressed hard together. And Fritti, in what must have been some sort of a record, even for a Trrivv, rounded out the proceedings with one last, valiant spurt into Jenna’s accommodating pussy. Then it was all over. The three looked at each other and smiled in agreement. It was time for a good soak in the hot tub.

********** “That’s it Psi276. We now have data on the Terran female in multiple and same-sex situations. We have completed every experiment required by the Council with three days to go before we reach the Homeworld. Let us assemble all data to make sure nothing is overlooked, and as soon as we are certain we have all we need, we can put the Terrans on ice, take the necessary samples from the other subjects, and dispose of their remains.” “I will set about compiling the results and making the final arrangements.” “Excellent! And I think I will have a final meeting with the pitiful Premlord before we feed him to the vacuum.”

********** Bruce and Jenna sensed that their time was drawing to a close. The Vedi were sure that the experiments were complete, and they all knew that this did not bode well. The eight were now firm friends, and they spent a pleasant evening in each other’s company. But when Ghanjihi suddenly arose and walked out, telling them that the Reven had summoned him, Bruce and Jenna took the chance to slip away to bed. For a long time they lay in each other’s arms, savoring the closeness and intimacy—an intimacy much greater than they had experienced with their sexual partners.

Chapter 14: Alone at Last!

Ghanjihi was seated on the bridge of the Reven spacecraft. Despite the controller chip, Alpha19 was taking no chances and he was firmly manacled to a chair. “So Vedi, how does it feel to know you are the last Premlord of your feeble race?” “You are very confident Reven.”

“With good reason, we now have all we need. The Reven will be reborn as the masters of the universe, and we will consign the rest of you to oblivion where you belong.” “So you are absolutely convinced you have everything you need, are you?” “Absolutely. The Council confirms that the final gaps in the DNA sequences have been filled. The Terran female has been the key, and it was I who selected her, and I who will reap the rewards.” Ghanjihi gave a dry chuckle. “What rewards will you reap Reven, when the Council realize that you stopped short of your greatest accomplishment?” “I do not understand you, Vedi.” “Do you think you have extracted all there is to know about the Terrans?” “I have extracted all I need to know.” “You are typical of your short-sighted race, you have no initiative and that is why you have failed to achieve greatness.” “There is nothing more to be established.” “How can you say that when you have never mated the Terrans. You do not know all there is to know and thus your knowledge is incomplete.” “The Council has not given me a mandate to exceed the parameters of the experiment.” “Why do you need a mandate? Are you not one of the Alpha? Who among your race is allowed to show initiative if not you?” “Enough Vedi! I am not going to waste my time with you, I have much to do. And as for you, your hours are numbered.” “As are yours likely to be Reven. The Terrans are unique and their mating will provide startling new data. The Council will quickly realize this, and they will punish you for your lack of initiative. While someone else reaps the glory you will become food for the next generation of Reven clones. “

********** “Psi276, we have time for one more experiment before we reach the Homeworld.” “What experiment? Have we not done everything the Council requires of us?” “Perhaps. But I do not believe the Council will punish initiative. We have not mated the Terrans, and thus there are holes in our data. Set up the laboratory for one more experiment, make it conducive to a successful mating between the two.”

“I must advise strongly against this Alpha19. It is dangerous to exceed the Council’s instructions. And I am uneasy about bringing the Terrans together. You know that we are having innumerable difficulties with their controller chips, until these problems are resolved we should not over-stress the circuitry.” “You are not the Alpha here, I am, and I am in charge of this expedition. You have opposed my every step 276. The Terran female would not even be on board had we followed your instincts. The problems with the controller chips have been minor. The Terrans are quite malleable and controllable. Set up the experiment immediately. And know that I will report fully on your attitude when we reach the Homeworld.” “As you command.”

********** Jenna woke in a softly lit bedroom. Sunlight filtered through heavy cotton drapes that billowed gently. Warm air, heavy with the sound of cicadas and the scent of orange blossom, drifted sensuously into the room. The bed beneath her was exquisitely comfortable, her naked body luxuriated between white silk sheets. Above her a gauzy canopy moved slightly in the same warm scented breeze that moved the drapes. Bruce sprawled beside her. He was soundly asleep on his stomach, one arm stretched towards her. The sheets had ridden down so that his sun-bronzed torso and the more lightly colored mounds of his buttocks were uncovered. He was the most exquisitely beautiful thing Jenna had ever seen. A living sculpture of muscular curves painted in sensual shades of cream and tan, and finished with soft patterns of hair and long curving eyelashes. Very softly, Jenna sat up and lifted the sheet away from the rest of his body to admire it. After a lengthy inspection she carefully straddled his warm sleeping form. Then she lowered her head to smell the sweetness of his hair and the delicate musk of his skin. Her nipples gently grazed his back, making them tingle and harden. Jenna began applying small dry kisses to Bruce’s broad shoulders. They were nothing more than fluttery touches with her lips, but she was determined to cover as much of his body as she could with them. While she was doing this, she lowered her breasts onto him again, so that their firm points drew symmetrical designs on his skin. Her kisses worked their way gradually down to the hollow of his lower spine, at which point her breasts were caressing his buttocks. It was then that Bruce slowly began to wake. For a long time, he lay still. He made no attempt to understand what was occurring, he merely absorbed the sensations, trusting them to reveal the situation to him in their own time. There was a soft female form on top of him, warm kisses caressed his skin, heavy breasts softly massaged his buttocks, and the crisp hair of a woman’s sex rasped sensually against his left calf muscle. Eventually he turned his head to confirm what he already knew. “Are we alone?” he whispered. Jenna understood what he meant. His question excluded the Reven and their prying eyes.

“Yes, my darling. We were the only ones selected.” “So we will become lovers.” It was a statement, not a question. “We will, for the first, and maybe the last, time.” Jenna didn’t say this out of fear for the future. She wanted to emphasize the importance of the opportunity. “Then let me kiss you properly.” Nothing would thwart their kiss this time. It wasn’t destined to end in either frustration or pain. Their bodies strained against each other as their lips met with hungry urgency. It was the kiss that sealed the commitment between them. It forgave the hurts of the past, it promised everything of the present, and it even held out hope for the future. The pressure of their mouths was hard, almost savage, but it was a savagery borne of a mutual need to be so close as to become one with each other. The contact stimulated their pulses and blood rushed to the point of meeting, causing their lips to part fractionally with the pressure of its throbbing inflow. It was an invitation to each tongue to find its partner. They met and performed a delicious dance between parted teeth. Flicking here and there, twisting and twining, transporting both to the realms of deepest desire. As they kissed, their legs twined together, and their hands explored every surface. Their movements became increasingly wild. They rolled back and forth over every inch of the bed, the silken sheets twined around their golden bodies. Finally they broke the kiss, long enough to tell each other of their need and desire. “Jenna, you are so beautiful, I can’t believe we’re finally alone.” “Oh Bruce, I want you so badly. I need you inside me. I can’t take it for another second.” She was on top of him when she said this, and as she cried it out her thighs, which had been gripping him so strongly, fell apart, inviting him to enter her. He needed no second invitation. There was a pressure within him that had nothing to do with lust or desire, but everything to do with his innate need for this woman he had for so long adored. Entering Jenna was like arriving at a place he’d always loved, and really knowing it for the first time. His erect phallus was only evidence of his profound need to be one with her. It was not an act of possession, it was a union in the fullest sense of the term. Bruce’s cock eased into the molten depths of her pussy. The shaft pushed in further, and further, until it was buried to the hilt and cushioned by her labia. In that moment of union their nerve endings fused together, uniting them in need and desire. Jenna could feel Bruce’s cock-head butting at the entrance to her womb, and she wanted to keep it there for as long as she could. She rolled over, pulling him on top of her, wrapping her slim but powerful legs around his waist to hold him buried to his full length. For a long minute they held this position, while each looked deeply into the other’s eyes.

********** “I am concerned, Alpha19. As you are well aware we have not been studying Terrans for the thousands of years that we have been studying the other humanoid species. My data on them is incomplete, and there is some doubt as to whether our controller chips are fully configured to counter every permutation of Terran thought and desire. I am already recording some unusual measurements as their passion for each other increases.” “You are an alarmist, 276. If the controller chips can master a Vedi Premlord, they can certainly control a couple of insignificant Terrans. Continue monitoring them, and don’t keep interrupting my observations with your bleating complaints.”

********** Bruce could remain still no longer. But he didn’t withdraw from Jenna’s depths, he pushed even harder into her, grinding their sexes together, holding himself there with all his strength, his body taut as a bow. Jenna was the first to break. She relaxed the vice-like grip her thighs had around his waist, allowing his shaft to slide slowly out of her, until only its tip still rested against the opening of her vulva. Again there was a pause, then she spoke. “Bruce, do it now, fuck me before I scream!” In unison they began to move. Bruce pumped his cock in and out of Jenna’s pussy with long, smooth strokes. She was hot, tight and very wet and the pleasure of the sensation was so intense that his gasps sounded as if he were in pain. Jenna’s own cries were growing louder as Bruce entered her again and again, the hard bone above his cock banging firmly against her pelvis, the vibrations felt intensely by her clitoris. Their movements became faster and faster, their cries louder and louder. Both their bodies were gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Jenna had twined her legs forcefully around his waist once again. As he rose with each withdrawal she was lifted a few inches off the bed, and with each thrust she bounced back down onto the mattress. Their climax was simultaneous. Bruce orgasmed so powerfully that white lights, like tiny shooting stars, streaked across his vision. The cords of his mighty neck stood out, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a rictus of pleasure and pain. He thrust his cock into the hilt one final time, held it there, and came deep within her. “Oh Jenna! Oh Jenna! Oh God, Jenna!” Jenna was screaming his name repeatedly and incoherently, as multiple waves of orgasm seized her entire body. She squirmed and bucked beneath him with such strength that it was all Bruce could do to hold on. He felt her fingernails dig into his back and her thighs grip his waist like a vice. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Bruce, I’m coming, I’m coming. Bruce. Oh yes, Bruce!” It was then that the buzzing started. At first Bruce and Jenna were too occupied by their own pleasure to be aware of it. But as their orgasms subsided a little, the sound intruded more loudly.

Bruce looked around him, feeling disoriented. The room was flickering, as if they were inside a television set and someone was changing the channel. One second they were lying in their idyllic, Mediterranean bedroom, the next second they were on a hard table in a gray chamber devoid of all furnishings. “What’s going on?” asked Jenna. “I’ve no idea,” he replied as the bedroom disappeared for good and they were left on the hard surface. Their alarm increased when a door burst open and Mort rushed into the room followed by Ghanjihi, Ranisha and the others. “What are you doing here?” cried Jenna. “This is supposed to be our time together.” “Your time together has shorted the controller chips, this is our one chance to save ourselves,” replied Ghanjihi. “Quick, we must break into the bridge of the ship before the Reven repair the damage.”

********** Psi276 had been watching its instruments with growing concern, but after Alpha19’s last outburst it had been too frightened to say anything. However the readings now had it severely alarmed. The Terrans were about to climax simultaneously and all the meters were in the red zones. Finally it could stay silent no longer. “Alpha19, we are close to system failure, I demand that we halt the experiment now!” It was too little too late. The circuits of the controller chips were not configured for the type and intensity of Bruce and Jenna’s simultaneous orgasm. They overloaded and blew, and in that moment all control that the Reven had over their captives was lost. Ghanjihi had known the controller chip had failed the moment it happened. In fact he had been half expecting it ever since Jenna and Bruce had left together. At once he ordered Zhorta and Mort to bust them out of their quarters and lead them towards the bridge of the Reven ship. Alpha19 had been observing the experiment through a special viewer that showed it the illusion the chips were generating in Bruce and Jenna’s minds. Just as Psi276 began complaining, the picture flickered and died. “Now what has happened 276?” it demanded angrily. “The controller chip master circuit has blown.” “Well fix it!” “You stupid fool!” raged Psi276. “You have not heard a thing I have said. I cannot fix it. We have lost all control over the prisoners. As we speak the Vedi is leading them here to attack us.” “Then think of something to save us!” “There is nothing I can do. We have no other defense. Your arrogance has doomed us and denied our

race its chance of survival. I must contact the Homeworld and try to inform the Council. Without the Terran female all is lost.” Psi276 turned to the communication board. Alpha19 searched desperately for a weapon of some sort. But nothing was at hand. Then a great thumping began on the door. With each blow the metal bent and buckled until, with one thunderous crash, it burst open to reveal Mort and Zhorta, roaring with rage and towering to their full heights. The Reven had no defense. One blow from Mort decapitated Alpha19, splattering its skull and contents across the bridge’s viewing window. Without its head the Reven’s body collapsed to the floor in a quivering clattering heap, the wound where its head had been leaking slimy gray pus. One second later Zhorta reached Psi276 and ripped the creature limb from limb even as it was attempting to communicate with the Homeworld. The others crowded in behind the fearsome Gorts. Fritti and Mmerr were screeching with joy, but Bruce and Jenna both felt ill as they looked at the mangled remains of the Reven splattered around the bridge. Ghanjihi and Ranisha, ignoring their dead foes entirely, rushed to the controls of the ship and expertly spun it around to race back the way they had come. “We must fly swiftly,” explained Ghanjihi. “The Reven have much larger craft, and they will be after us very quickly. There may well be a cruiser or two in the area also. I won’t be happy until we are back within the defensive shield of the Vedian system.”

Epilogue

There had been no sign of pursuit, and all attempts by the Reven Homeworld to contact the ship were ignored. Bruce and Jenna quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm of shipboard life. Ghanjihi was teaching them the principles of space flight and Ranisha had been giving them instruction in advanced tantric meditation. They also spent much time enjoying the company of the others. According to Mmerr, Jenna was becoming an expert at zero gravity acrobatics. But the greatest gift was the hours they had to spend in each other’s company. Between themselves they had taken to referring to the space voyage as their honeymoon. They were enjoying a growing physical intimacy and reveling in every opportunity to be together. They were deeply in love. Naturally they had talked seriously about what they would do now. Would it be possible to return to Earth and their normal lives after everything that had happened? Did they even want to? Their deliberations were thrown into much sharper perspective a few days later when they were alone on the bridge with Ghanjihi and Ranisha having a navigation lesson. The Vedi were pointing out to them a

distant star-cluster that contained the Vedian system. “Perhaps I will get to see your world after all, Ranisha,” remarked Jenna. It was Ghanjihi who answered, and he spoke with greater earnestness than they had ever heard from him. “I hope that you both get to see our world. In fact I entreat you to return there with us. I owe you too much to force you to do so, but I also owe you a fair assessment of the current situation.” Bruce and Jenna listened as if their lives depended on it. “Every Reven in the universe will be looking for you. Alpha19 told me that you, Jenna, had proved to be the key to completing their DNA sequencing. In addition, the record of Psi276’s final transmission shows that he had enough time to tell them that in your sexual union you were able to damage the controller chips. Such information is priceless, and they will now be desperate to obtain you both.” Bruce and Jenna looked at each other with alarm. Clearly this thing was by no means over. “If you return with us to Vedia, you may be able to help us find a weapon that is effective against Reven technology. And we may also be able to offer you better protection than you will have on Terra.” “And I may also be able to continue with your training,” added Ranisha. “Also, I would like to show you my world. It is a place of much beauty.” “Think it over,” Ghanjihi urged them. “The fate of the universe rests heavily upon you.” Jenna looked up at Bruce. Already they had arrived at a place where each was learning to know the other’s mind and so he simply returned her gaze and nodded. “There is nothing to talk over,” said Jenna, speaking for them both. “Bruce and I have never avoided a contest, and there is more at stake here than in a lifetime of triathlons. You have opened our eyes to the beauty, power and importance of sexual love, but we know there is much more we need to learn. So take us to your world, Premlord Ghanjihi, teach us your secrets, and show us what we can do to help.”

********** Three Months Later

An exclusive apartment in the palace of Premlord Ghanjihi… Jenna awoke with a sense of anticipation. Today was the day that she and Bruce were to be admitted to the ranks of Vedi adepts. Her mind whirled as she thought of everything that had happened in the short time since they had escaped the Reven. The training Ranisha had been giving both she and Bruce had proceeded quickly, and when they weren’t learning the mysteries of the Vedian Tantra, they were busy with Ghanjihi and others in the development of plans to defeat their enemy.

There had also been memorable times with the wonderful friends they had made. Fritti, Mmerr, Mort and Zhorta had all remained on Vedia, evidently as reluctant as she and Bruce to break up their fellowship. The one downside was that with everything else going on she never spent quite as much time alone with Bruce as she’d have liked. Jenna smiled lovingly at the handsome man sleeping soundly next to her in the huge bed that was the centerpiece of their palace apartment. If I were alone with him twenty-four hours a day it wouldn’t be enough time she admitted to herself. I never imagined love could be this good. Sometimes Earth, and her life as a triathlete, seemed a distant memory. But thinking of Earth reminded Jenna of the only shadow that still remained in her life. Katie, my poor dear sister, where are you now? Oh Katie, I hope you are all right. Perhaps one day I’ll see you again. But before she could slip into gloom, Jenna reminded herself of one of the Tantra’s key tenets—I will commit the things I cannot change to the future, and prepare for the future by living fully in the now. The thought made her feel much better and, deciding that Bruce had slept long enough, she turned her attention to waking him by tickling his nose with her left nipple.

The same time, in a rundown part of New York City… The lift was out of order again, so the quiet, dumpy young woman labored up the five flights of steps to her tiny apartment. New York might be the greatest city on earth, but her corner of it was small and uninspiring. Her home, when she finally entered, looked as if no one lived in it. There was a minimum of furniture and no sign of any attempt to decorate or beautify the place. She sat down heavily at the small bare table with her dinner (a bag of donuts) and opened the paper. The headline gave her a shock—”Jenna Walsh and Bruce Glenn Officially Dead.” It had been so long since the disappearance had been front-page news that she’d stopped trying to avoid hearing about it. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and an awful tightness in her chest. So now it’s official, I am totally alone. Then a strange rasping voice spoke directly behind her. “Katie Walsh?” She screamed and jerked around, but what she saw struck her dumb with terror. A dark blue man with four arms was in the room with her. His face was plump and autocratic, his jet black eyes were cruel, and he was immensely obese. Katie fainted. “This must be her. Bring her with us and let us leave this dung heap of a planet.” “Yes, Lord Tirsa-Singh,” answered a second blue man who had been standing in the shadows. He was a veritable giant whose his head all-but touched the roof. Without another word he picked up the

unconscious girl with one hand as if she were a rag doll. Then he touched a stud on his belt and a shimmering door opened in mid air. They stepped through it and disappeared.

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eBook Info Identifier:1-84360-047-1 Title:Alien Games Author:Claudia Rose Date:7/8/2002 Copyrights:Claudia Rose, 2002. Publisher:Ellora's Cave, Inc. Subject:Science-Fiction Description:Athlete Jenna Walsh has spent the last several years emotionally isolating herself from other people, including Bruce Glenn, a handsome fellow athlete who adores her. Things change for Jenna when she and Bruce are abducted by sadistic aliens and forced to engage in various sexual experiments by their captors. Now that Bruce is the only link Jenna has to home, she is forced to realize how much she cares for him. Their feelings for each other deepen as the alien games they participate in grow stranger... Contributor:Sheri Ross Carucci, editor. Darrell King, artist.