Alien Games (4 page)

Chapter Four: 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 Five: 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 all right,” 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.”