Alien Games (2 page)

Chapter Two: 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 all right 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.