Alien Games

102 Pages·2016·0.3 MB·English

by  Rose Claudia

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.
Warning:
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.