Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  “No.” My voice was firm. “I don’t want that. But this is a spaceship, right? I want out of Albuquerque. I want out of my life. It sucks. I want to come with you.”

  The bracelet had shielded my thoughts, and genuine surprise crossed his face when I said that. He raised his eyebrows, clearly thinking about the idea.

  “Well?” I asked.

  “You should know a bit more before you decide that you want to travel with me, Suzie,” he said, his voice challenging. “See, you wouldn’t let me finish my story earlier. My people are travelers. We travel through the universe, searching for experiences and knowledge. Some of us enjoy learning about politics through the galaxies, some of us enjoy the food and the culture from all over the universe. Me? I search for sexual experiences. You come with me, you’ll be expected to participate in everything. Every twisted thing that exists through the universe.”

  “Will I be safe?” I asked him.

  “As safe as I will be,” he promised me.

  “And will I be able to return? To Earth?”

  “You aren’t a prisoner, Suzie,” he said. “You can return whenever you’d like, whenever the allure of chasing the next sexual experience gets old.”

  I was twenty-three. My life had been hard, and pleasures had been few and far between. What he offered – a life of traveling around the universe, searching for pleasure, it sounded pretty good to me. It sounded like escape, and I needed escape.

  Finally, I asked the most important question. “And will I be expected to serve you sexually?”

  “Absolutely,” he said. His voice was implacable. “This isn’t up for negotiation. If you travel with me, we will fuck. Often. You will do whatever I require of you. But I won’t hurt you. I know what you crave, and I will give it to you.”

  Hmm. An escape to the stars. Sex with a two-dicked alien, who for some weird reason, I trusted. And who also set my pussy gushing and my body tingling when he looked at me. Yes. I was ready to do this. I looked at Bob, unclasped the bracelet from my hand, set it aside, and unbuttoned my shirt.

  “Bob,” I asked him, shrugging off my shirt, unzipping my jeans, getting naked for him, so he would fuck me again with those twin monsters of his. “Tell me, what is your name, really?”

  7

  When an alien agrees to let you accompany him to see the stars, there are probably a hundred questions you want to ask. Big questions – is there life out there? What forms does it take? Is faster-than-light travel possible? What does it all mean?

  Me? For the moment, I was concerned with the immediate stuff. “Do you have a bathroom on this ship?” I asked Bob, frowning at him. “Where will I sleep? And what will I eat? I don’t want to eat anything super strange. No alien liver or anything.”

  Bob burst out laughing. “I like your focus on the important things, Suzie,” he chuckled. “There’s a galley on the ship. It will synthesize what you want. And yes, there are a few spots aboard the ship where you may expel waste. Your Earth people are not that dissimilar to my own people. You will find it adequate for your needs.”

  “Cool,” I said. Hey, I had a practical mind. “Okay, will you help me load my stuff onto your ship, then?”

  Aliens don’t need to hire movers. Bob waved an arm at my car, and it magically started working again.

  “What the heck?” I asked him indignantly. I wore the bracelet he’d given me that kept him from my mind. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with him knowing every single thing that ran through my head on a daily basis. In the last few hours, a lot of these thoughts concerned his two-dicked tool. He was vain enough. He didn’t need to know that his twin cocks set me drooling every time I thought of them.

  “Ah.” He sounded slightly embarrassed. Could aliens even get embarrassed? I resolved to ask. “I disabled your car earlier to make it easier to bring you on board.”

  A massive door in the hull slid open. I drove the car into the opening. All my belongings had been in that car, and they were now on the ship. Problem solved.

  “Let me show you to your quarters,” Bob said, and I followed him.

  My quarters were about the size of a studio apartment. There was a comfortable looking bed, a chair, and a table. It had a look of disuse about it. “You always travel alone?” I asked him.

  “Most of the time,” he said. “You won’t last long on the ship, no one does.” His voice was slightly pensive.

  “Is that a threat?” I asked him. It was weird. I wanted him out of my mind, but I missed his voice in my head. I fingered the bracelet as I spoke.

  He shook his head. “Just a fact, little human. Most people find that they can chase the next sexual experience for only so long. In a year, you’ll be longing for what passes for normalcy on your world, and you’ll beg me to return you home.

  “You’ve done this before,” I guessed. “That’s how you know what I’ll do?”

  He smiled at me, an enigmatic smile. He didn’t confirm or deny my theory.

  8

  There’s always a catch. Look. I’m twenty-three. My life hasn’t really been a bed of roses. I should have known better. As soon as my belongings were on board, and I had settled into my quarters, Bob knocked on my door. He was wearing a pair of pants and nothing else. I looked at his hard chest and I felt arousal thread through me.

  “Little human,” he said. “We need to talk about your sexual duties.”

  My sexual duties. Gulp. I should have asked him more questions before I got on board his ship.

  “One. You must never refuse to have sex with me,” Bob started.

  “Never?”

  He shook his head. “Never.” His voice was implacable. I swallowed, wondering what I had got myself into.

  “Two. I expect you to strap yourself onto the examination table every day for two hours to be trained. I will devise a training regimen for you.” His voice was matter-of-fact.

  “What?” My voice was a nervous squeal. “That machine? I’m supposed to get on it voluntarily?”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “Oh, come on, little human, enough with the fake outrage. I could read your thoughts, remember? You loved that machine.”

  I gulped. “Besides,” he continued, “your holes are too tight, and you weren’t wet enough for my liking. You will be trained to drip on command. I like my companions to be ready for me whenever I desire.”

  I swallowed a lump in my throat. My heart was pounding, and Albuquerque was looking better and better by the minute.

  “Three. At 1800 Standard, you will come to my quarters and await my instructions. You will be expected to serve me for four hours every day. In whatever manner I choose.”

  “Four. I need you to associate pain with pleasure, so you’ll be punished daily in a manner of my choosing.”

  He stopped talking and looked at me. “Is that clear?”

  “No.” I stood my ground. I had enjoyed sex with Bob, but I wasn’t going to be the captive sex slave to some two-dicked alien. Not even if his two dicks made my knees weak with longing.

  “I need to know some things first,” I said. “Will I be hurt?”

  He shook his head. “Little human,” he said, and his voice was a caress. “I’ve read your mind. You have some very particular desires. Ones I can fulfil. Nothing will be done to you that you don’t secretly crave.” He flashed me an amused smile. “You just need to learn to recognize that you crave it.”

  “And I can still leave? If I don’t want this?”

  He nodded. His voice was solemn. “You have my word, Suzie. I’ll enjoy breaking past your inhibitions. But true unwillingness I want no part of.”

  I considered his words. In Albuquerque, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be pawed by a customer at the late-night diner that I used to work at. If it were a choice between that and being Bob’s sex toy? I’d take Bob.

  “Okay,” I said.

  Bob grinned at me. A wicked grin that sent shivers racing up my spine. “Now,” he said in a very soft voice that had me quivering with arousal
. “I’ve set course for Edrem. Your training will start tomorrow. There’s a few hours left in the day, how should we occupy ourselves, I wonder?”

  My lips twitched. “Should I take off my clothes?” I asked him.

  He shook his head and produced a knife from nowhere. A dangerous looking knife. “Take off the bracelet,” he said. I eyed the knife and complied. My thoughts were now his to read. He moved towards me, closer and closer, and I stayed rooted to my spot, watching him. He ran the flat of the knife against my jaw, and then, one quick twist and my top was in shreds.

  “Hey,” I protested faintly as the shredded garment fell open, exposing my naked breasts to Bob’s view. “I liked that shirt.” But my pussy started to dampen as my body absorbed the air of menace from the knife and translated it into lust.

  “Quiet, little human.” A terse order.

  Another slash of the knife, and my skirt slid down my hips and fell gently on the floor. One final twist, and my panties were wrenched away from my body.

  “Part your legs for me, Suzie,” Bob ordered. I obediently spread my legs for him. He pushed me backward till I fell on the bed, and before I knew it, he was on the bed with me, kneeling at the space between my legs, nudging at my knees so that I’d spread my legs wider for him.

  “Now, your cunt is leaking, which is good,” he said calmly, watching my body react to the prospect of sex. “Today, I’m going to use some of that wetness to lubricate your ass. But part of your training will involve relaxing those muscles so you can take me without lube.”

  I gazed at him in horror. His twin cocks were massive. Fitting them into my pussy and ass, even loosened and lubed by the machine had been a struggle. I couldn’t take him without lube.

  “You will learn.” His voice was implacable. “For the moment though, relax. This will go easier if you welcome it.”

  The problem was, I did welcome it, and Bob, who could read my mind, knew that. Part of me was horrified at the idea of his twin cocks ripping into my body, but another part of me was delighted. My body was reacting with lust, lubricating copiously at the thought of being taken by him. He chuckled and inserted three fingers into my pussy.

  “Cup your breasts and pinch your nipples,” he ordered. “I want to hear you moan.”

  I obeyed, my fingers on my nipples. He shook his head in displeasure. “Harder,” he ordered. I pinched harder, twisting and pulling at them the way the tweezers on the machine had done.

  “Good girl,” Bob said. “I can feel your body react to the pain. You like that, don’t you?”

  I whimpered, but he could read my mind. “I do,” I whispered in shame, my cheeks flushing.

  He chuckled. “Little human, the silly inhibitions of your world don’t belong on this ship. On this ship, what matters is feeling pleasure. Everyone has a different path to pleasure, and yours, evidently, includes a fair amount of pain. We will have fun with that.”

  His fingers scooped some wetness from my pussy, and he pushed two fingers into my ass, using my pussy juice as lubricant. I willed myself to relax. His fingers pushed steadily into my anus, and then he twisted his fingers, widening my anal passage, stroking every inch of it. Unbelievably, more juice dripped from my pussy. My body already knew the pleasure of his fingers.

  “Okay, Suzie,” Bob looked at me evenly. “It’s time.”

  I nodded. My pussy had been ready for his twin cocks as soon as the knife had traced a path on my jaw. My anus? I trusted that it would be ready too.

  His fingers pulled away from me as he stepped out of his pants and I gulped as those massive twin cocks came into view. Unbidden, I parted my legs wider in invitation. “That’s a good girl, Suzie,” Bob muttered. “Always keep those legs open for me.” His hand guided his cocks and lined them up at my vagina and my anus. “Relax and accept me now,” he ordered as he pushed steadily into me.

  I felt a searing pain from my anus as it yielded to the intrusion, but the pain was brief, and then, I just felt fullness in my body as both my holes were filled with Bob’s twin weapons. He eyed me evenly, as my body grew used to the feel of him, and then he pulled out and pushed back into me. “I’m being gentle,” he said levelly. “But I won’t be gentle for long. You will be trained to enjoy roughness. I will slam my cocks into you so hard that thought will leave your mind, and you will beg me for more.”

  “More,” I begged. I knew it would hurt, but I wanted him to pound into me.

  “Not yet,” he said through clenched teeth. I could tell he wanted to. He pulled out of me again and pushed back into me. I groaned and whimpered as sensation coursed through my body. My fingers were still at my nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting. His hands were on my thighs, holding me open as he slid in and out of my body. My arousal grew, rising higher and higher. I was being taken by an alien with two dicks, and the dark nature of that thought fueled my lust.

  “Take me,” I groaned. I didn’t need to. He had read my thoughts and his hands tightened cruelly on my thighs.

  “Do you want pain, little human?” His voice was slightly amused. He pushed deeper in me, and I felt him in every part of my body. “Do you crave this?”

  “I do,” I moaned. “Please… please, take me.”

  “Oh, but I will, little human. I will take you in every way that you offer.” He pulled out of me. “Get up, little human. I want you to impale yourself on me.” He positioned himself on the bed, and lifted me up by the hips, holding me over his dual members.

  “I don’t want any whimpering or any hesitation. Lower yourself on me.” The words were a definite order. I complied, shuddering in pain as his dual cocks invaded my pussy and ass. I was going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow. Right now though, the pain faded, and pleasure rose in its place, as Bob moved his hands from my hips to cup my breasts. “Ride me,” he ordered. I rocked my hips, feeling him slide out of me before I slammed back down on his cocks, whimpering in pleasure as every nerve ending in my pussy and my anus came in contact with his hard cocks.

  “Fuck, Bob,” I groaned, repeating the motion. Too much arousal was building in me, I couldn’t sustain a rhythm as little shudders started to run through my body. The cock in my pussy was hitting my g-spot, and I ground down, intensifying that feeling, fucking myself on him for my pleasure alone. In seconds, I screamed as an orgasm raged through me, and I slumped, leaning against his chest.

  “Oh no, little human, we aren’t done.” His voice was firm. His hands wrapped around my hips, and he pulled me up and down, setting a steady rhythm for me. I felt my body react once more in arousal as his cocks scraped each and every nerve in my body, filling me with the kind of completeness that I had never dreamed of.

  “That’s right, Suzie, keep that rhythm going,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. His hands once again found my breasts, and his fingers mauled my nipples, pulling them away from my body, till I groaned with pleasure. “Ah, fuck, Suzie,” he said, teeth clenched, as my hips moved automatically in the rhythm he had mandated. I could feel his body tense, and then, his cocks were gushing come inside me, and the feel of his release sent my entire body into orgasm again.

  9

  When awareness returned, I was lying on my bed. Bob was again clothed in his pants, still bare-chested. He smiled down at me. “It’s nearly night, and tomorrow is your first day of training. Get some rest, little human. You are going to need it.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked him sleepily. “I mean, where’s the ship going to next?”

  “Edrem first,” he said. “So we can get rid of Larry the Lizard.” His lips twitched as he used my nickname for Larry. Larry the Lizard. My sadistic ex-boyfriend. He’d ordered me abducted. Oversaw a torture session that was only pleasurable due to Bob’s intervention. Edrem was going to be his punishment. “It’s a four-day journey. Plenty of time to get started on your training.”

  “What’s it like?” I asked, curiosity warring with my desire to sleep.

  “Edrem? Edrem is a slave world, ruled by warrior priestesses. Ver
y ritualistic. Very formal. We’ll have to do some fast talking to get them to take Larry.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked. We had to get rid of Larry. Larry was evil and deserved to be punished.

  He shook his head, apparently weary of my questions. “Go to sleep, little human. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  I slept poorly that night. I was on an alien spaceship hurtling towards a slave planet. I’d left behind my sad and pathetic life in Albuquerque for one filled with adventure. And sex training. My dreams were an indistinct blur where tall Amazonian warriors ordered me to kneel as they whipped me, while Bob masturbated in front of my face until he came from both dicks, coating my face with thick ropes of semen. The Amazonian warriors immediately rushed over me and started licking my face, my breasts, anywhere his semen might have reached. Their tongues were warm, and tingles rose through my body as they slurped.

  I woke up in the middle of the night, shuddering in orgasm. Groaning in frustration at my dreams, I went back to sleep.

  10

  In the morning, I rose and made my way to the galley. Bob was there already, slurping some kind of green sludgy liquid that looked utterly disgusting. I did my best to keep my face neutral, but his amused laughter suggested I hadn’t succeeded. “For the record,” he said. “Your human oatmeal repulses me in the same way.”

  I laughed as well. “I don’t like oatmeal either.” He got up and showed me how the instruments in the galley worked. I’m sure there was some mumbo-jumbo technical science behind how the thing worked, but essentially, you attached a couple of electrode-like things to your forehead and wished. “It more or less reads your mind,” Bob commented. “Form a clear picture of what you want though. The clearer your image of it, the better the results will be.”