Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  Bob smiled a lazy smile. “Let us not waste any time in that case, Warrior Queen,” he suggested. He turned to me. “Get dressed,” he instructed. “Let’s head back.”

  Bob and I headed back to the ship. Tamora promised to join us as soon as she was done seeing the long line of people waiting for audience. “A few hours,” Bob predicted. “It’ll give you time to get ready.”

  “Wait, hang on,” I asked. “If they aren’t allowed to have sex with a guy, how do they reproduce?”

  I got one of those looks from Bob again. The long-suffering look that I got from him whenever I said anything stupid. “Even on your world, you can reproduce in a lab, can’t you, Suzie?” he asked with a roll of his eyes that made me feel like an utter idiot. I shut up.

  “Okay, Suzie, go shower. Shave everything. I’m going to come in and check on you.”

  “You are going to check on me?” I squeaked. “I know how to shave.”

  He smiled at me, an enigmatic smile. “Then maybe I’m just entertaining myself till Tamora gets here, Suzie,” he responded, and left me there, my mouth hanging agape.

  17

  I thought he was joking about joining me in the shower. He wasn’t. He made me turn off the tap, and he ran a very thorough finger through my pussy lips. I was instantly wet, and I whimpered. I had spent the last four days hoping he’d put his twin dicks in me.

  Too late, I realized I wasn’t wearing my bracelet and he could read my thoughts loud and clear.

  He smirked at me. “Do you want me to take the edge off, Suzie?”

  I looked at him with narrowed eyes. Fine, I didn’t care. I wanted his cocks. Badly.

  His smirk widened. “Beg for it,” he said.

  “I thought I already was,” I retorted. I was practically drooling for his cocks, and he knew it.

  “No, no, Suzie,” he chided. “Don’t just think it. Say it.”

  “Damn it, Bob,” I huffed. “Really?”

  He just grinned at me. Fine. I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like he couldn’t read my mind and didn’t know exactly what I thought of having to beg for his cocks. “Please Bob, please will you put your cocks in me?” I asked.

  He laughed outright. “You call that begging, Suzie? Let’s try that again.”

  “Bob, I really need you,” I begged. This time, there was less sarcasm and more pleading.

  “Better,” he said. “Let’s try it a third time.”

  “Bob,” I said, my voice vibrating with need. “Please? I can’t spend time on that machine anymore without thinking of your cocks. When I’m in the shower, and am masturbating with the shower head, all I can think about are your cocks when I come. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

  He smiled. “Very nice, Suzie. I’d be happy to fuck you. Shall we go to my chambers?”

  I swear, he got naked and my mouth fell open and I licked my lips. It had only been four days, but four days on the sex machine, four days dressed up in the skimpy little outfits that Bob provided, four days of being eaten out by him – my need had ceased to be a rational thing.

  “Put your bracelet on,” he said with a quirk of his lips. “And get on the bed, Suzie.”

  “How?” I meant to ask what position he wanted me in.

  “Quietly,” he replied. I was reasonably sure the misunderstanding was deliberate. Rather than throw a pillow at him, I just lay on the bed, on my side, and watched him.

  He walked around his chambers, lighting candles, until the air was scented with a sweet musk, and the light was soft golden flickers. Then he got on the bed, his eyes on mine, and he moved next to me. “Are you wet, Suzie?” he asked softly. I nodded mutely. I was afraid my voice would shake when I spoke. Afraid I would reveal the depth of my need for him.

  Five days ago, I had been a virgin. Now, I was lying on a bed in an alien world, preparing to be fucked by a two-dicked alien. And in an hour, I was going to have my first threesome. Sleep with my first woman. Well, Tamora was woman-like. She also had a tail.

  “On your back,” he ordered. “Grasp the headboard rails.” Today, his bed had a headboard, and I gripped the rails as I’d been told. He came closer, lay on his side, and ran one hand over my right nipple. It instantly engorged. He smiled and scraped his knuckles over the left one and watched the exact same reaction shiver through me.

  I instinctively parted my legs, and he laughed. “We’ll get there eventually, Suzie,” he promised. “But first…” His hand came out and circled the base of my breast, and he gripped tight, squeezing it and bending down to graze his teeth over my nipple. I arched out with a whimper.

  “Hush,” he said. His teeth bit down on my nipple, and I groaned as sensation threaded through me. I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure I felt or pain, and after four days on his machine, I couldn’t tell them apart. His fingers found the nipple that wasn’t between his teeth, and he rolled it between his fingers, pinching and pulling till it was a swollen, aching mass of need.

  “Bob,” I groaned, and he lifted his head and growled in disapproval.

  “Didn’t you hear me telling you to hush, Suzie?” he snapped. “That wasn’t a request.”

  I inwardly rolled my eyes, thankful for the bracelet that kept him out of my thoughts. I was expected to just stay there and not react as he touched my body? Right. That was going to happen.

  My thoughts must have been visible on my face, because Bob chuckled. “You will learn, pet,” he promised. “Hold your pleasure back. Hold it all back until you absolutely cannot. It will be better that way.” He grinned. “For the moment, I’ll settle for you keeping quiet.”

  His twin erections brushed against my hip as his fingers found my nipples again, and he pinched them till I danced with pain, then he let go. Strangely, I felt bereft without his hands on me. “Again,” I begged, and then bit my lip. I had talked, when I was supposed to be quiet.

  “Punishment, then, if you can’t follow simple instructions.” Bob’s voice was hard, and I looked at him, my eyes pleading. I wanted his twin cocks in me so badly. But his eyes were unrelenting. He reached forward and slid my bracelet from my wrist, and I winced, knowing I was in trouble. If he needed to be in my mind, he was going to push me to almost my breaking point.

  I started to shiver. Unmet need, fear, anticipation, everything had blended together in a strange swirl. Tears started forming in my eyes. Not tears of sorrow or pain. I was just close to being overwhelmed.

  “Little human.” Bob’s voice was an oasis of calm in my turbulent sea of emotions. “You will get punished now. You will bear your punishment with grace. And then, little human, I will fuck you. Okay?”

  Oh thank heavens. He was still going to fuck me. That was all I could think about. I didn’t need to speak, he could read my mind. I spoke anyway. “Yes,” I said simply.

  18

  He led me to a room I hadn’t seen before. My mouth fell open when I looked at it, but mindful of my oncoming punishment, I didn’t speak. But the room was a fully equipped dungeon.

  I’d watched a lot of porn in my life. It was both my outlet from a dreary life as well as a way to leave behind my repressed upbringing. I’d watched Hentai, and tentacle sex, and evil monsters ravishing virgins. I also watched a ton of BDSM. This room was as well-equipped as any I’d ever seen on my laptop.

  “Lie here, Suzie,” Bob ordered. He indicated a long and narrow leather bench, not much wider than my hips, and I lay quietly down on it, my legs together, facing up, nervous about what he was going to do.

  He moved to the wall, which was festooned with floggers, whips, canes – you name it, it was there. On a different day, I’d have desperately wanted to explore. He picked a flogger up thoughtfully, looked at me for an instant, and nodded.

  “Yes, this will do,” he said, almost to himself. He took the flogger and coated it with some kind of clear liquid from a jar, then came towards me. “Keep your hands on the bench, and don’t move them,” he ordered. I did as he told me to in silence.

  “Lift your legs
,” he ordered, raising them in the air and bending them so that my knees were touching my chest, and my ass was displayed for him to flog. I breathed a small inward sigh of relief. I’d learned from four days on the medical torture machine that I actually quite liked being whipped. It was painful, but it aroused me as much as it hurt me. This was going to be a fun punishment.

  My cheerful thoughts were contradicted by his next words though. “Now, you can scream all you like, and you can shout, and you can plead and beg. Your only rule? Keep your hands where they are. We’ll be done only when I decide we are. Understood?”

  I nodded. Suddenly, my certainty that I could take this punishment melted away, and nervousness ran through me instead.

  Bob moved to my side, his hands on my ankles, and he ran the flogger over my skin, dragging the tails smoothly over my ass. A sharp, hot pain shot through me where the tails had made contact, and I whimpered, entirely unprepared for that sensation. I squealed. What the fuck?

  “In your world,” Bob explained helpfully, “this punishment would be similar to being whipped by nettles.”

  “What?” I screeched.

  “Don’t move your hands, Suzie,” he warned. “This is punishment. You aren’t wearing your bracelet. I can read each and every thought in your head, feel everything you feel. This will hurt. But I will keep you safe.”

  I took a deep breath. Four days on the machine, and I had never felt like his goal was to break me. Train me, yes. But carefully, and with consideration. Always ensuring that I was okay. I did trust Bob.

  “Thank you,” he said quietly in response. “Let’s get going, shall we?” His voice was relaxed.

  The flogger struck my ass, and sharp flickers of fire rose in my skin at every point that the tails had touched. I writhed and whimpered and moaned, lifting my ass off the bench entirely as my body contracted from the pain. But I kept my hands on the bench.

  “Good girl,” he said, running the tails over my burning skin. I screamed like a little girl as every nerve ending on my skin combusted when it came into contact with the flogger. He raised an eyebrow at my yelling and swiped a finger through my pussy. When he raised his finger to my face, I blushed. It was glistening, because, predictably, as much pain as I was in at the moment, I was also dripping wet.

  He rubbed his finger over my parted lips, smearing my juice all over me. “Okay, put your legs back down,” he said, and I complied. He moved up towards my waist and ran the flogger over my abs and my breasts, and I shrieked again as pain flamed through my body.

  I was breathing hot shallow breaths, terrified of the next spot that the flogger was going to set afire. Bob ran a soothing palm down my front, and his hand rested for an instant on my stomach. “Calm down, little human,” he said. “Breathe. Let the pain flow through you.”

  Deep breaths. I could do that. I tightened my grip on the bench, and I took one deep breath inwards, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it. I repeated the exercise while he waited for me to collect myself. Finally, I looked at him and nodded. “I’m ready,” I said, and was rewarded by a warm smile.

  “I’m very proud of you, Suzie,” he said. “You are taking your punishment with grace. I do like that.” He walked away and returned with a small ball gag. “But you are being very noisy,” he chided. I opened my mouth automatically, and he inserted the ball gag. He didn’t buckle it in place though. “Just keep it there,” he instructed, and I nodded.

  The flogger resumed its stroking of my breasts, and behind the gag, I whimpered as my skin burned from the contact. Then, he lifted the whip, and his eyes met mine. “Get ready,” he said, as the flogger came down on my hips, and then my pussy. Two quick strokes. It wouldn’t have been painful had it not been for the liquid he had rubbed on.

  My skin burned. Slowly though, the burning in my ass had eased, replaced by a warm, itching glow. It made me want to wriggle, to rub my ass, to spread a cube of ice all over my swollen behind to try to ease the warmth.

  One final trail of the tails over my breasts, and Bob nodded. “Alright, turn around, lie on your stomach,” he ordered, removing the gag from my mouth. I winced. Crap. The sharp heat in my ass had just faded. It looked like I was going to get a refresher. But I obeyed silently. No point making my punishment worse.

  He took one of my hands in his and moved it back till it was gripping the side of the bench, then walked around and repeated the motion on the other side. “Keep your hands there,” he instructed.

  The strokes fell steadily now. Upper back. Ass. The spot where my thighs met my ass. A slow swipe through the crack of my ass. For that last stroke, I screamed openly, but Bob was unmoved by the noise.

  He trailed the flogger on my skin. Then the strokes resumed. My entire body was flushed with heat. There was a steady background warmth, onto which burning drops of heat would fall each time the flogger made contact with me. But the background warmth wasn’t soothing. It was prickly, and my skin tingled, and I wanted to roll around in a snowbank to ease the heat.

  He laughed at that image. “Edrem’s too hot a world for that,” he noted wryly. I bit back my sarcastic retort. Something about fucking spaceships that could fly between worlds, but since my thoughts were open to him, my gesture was in vain. He chuckled, unmoved by my sass.

  “Almost done,” he said. “One final thing. Part your legs.”

  “No,” I screamed. Bob just waited. “Please,” I begged, but he stayed exactly where he was.

  I bit my lip and parted my legs. I felt the tails of the flogger run up my pussy, sending exploding heat through it, heat that somehow translated into arousal. Bob parted my ass cheeks and pushed the flogger tails in the space between, and I shrieked so loudly, I was convinced the entire world of Edrem had heard me.

  I could feel the flogger being moved away from my body. I followed the urging of Bob’s hands and turned around. I took a look at my skin and it looked the way it felt. Red, inflamed, puffy. The warmth was a steady, electric pulsing thing. I wanted to scour it from my skin.

  This was scarily effective punishment.

  “Indeed,” Bob smiled. “Now, since you bore up to your punishment with good grace, you get a choice. Do you want to fuck me while your skin is still itchy, or after it gets soothed?”

  “After, please,” I begged. I was wet. And perhaps in due time, I would want to get fucked with my flaming skin acting as another layer of sensation. But not today.

  He nodded. He moved towards me with another jar, and he massaged a soothing lotion all over my body. Whatever was in that lotion had magic properties. As soon as it touched my skin, the itching stopped, and the burning faded. The swelling receded and the redness went away.

  “Magic,” I murmured.

  Bob laughed. “Not magic,” he assured me. “But an effective antidote.” He helped me up and led me towards his chambers.

  19

  The intensity of my punishment had wrung me out. I still wanted to be fucked by Bob, but I didn’t want a hard-core BDSM session. Bob knew that. He helped me on the bed, and he lay next to me, and positioned me on my side. He spread my legs, and very gently eased into my still-dripping pussy, and my tight ass, which, after the training I had received, yielded easily to his cock. He moved within me, slow, measured strokes that built up the heat in me carefully. Before I knew it, I was moving back against him with increased desperation. But he wouldn’t let me set the pace. “Gently, little one,” he whispered in my ear. “Sometimes, there’s room for softness as well as pain.”

  I yielded to his will. With every thrust of his dicks in my pussy and ass, I arched my hips and begged for more. And when his fingers found my clitoris, he pulled me to orgasm, letting me come once, and then once again as he climaxed in me.

  I snuggled automatically into his body, and then went still with embarrassment. I wasn’t sure if I’d crossed some kind of intimacy line. But his hand reached to my waist, and he pulled me towards him, and I fell asleep on his bed, leaning my head on his shoulder.

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nbsp; I was allowed to nap for maybe an hour, and then Bob shook me awake. “Come on, Suzie,” he urged, his voice impatient. “You need to get showered and dress before Tamora gets here.”

  “Why do I need to shower again?” I pouted. The sheets were warm, and I had made myself a perfect little cocoon. I didn’t want to get up.

  Bob rolled his eyes at me. “The Erdese have a very good sense of smell.”

  I groaned as I sat up. The sheet fell to my waist, exposing my naked breasts, and I didn’t bother concealing them from Bob’s gaze. I inspected them carefully though, searching for any residual sign of my flogging, and finding none. “Hey, it’s all gone,” I remarked. A naughty thought struck me. “We should do that again,” I said. It had been the most intense experience of my life. I had turned into a crying, screaming wreck from it. But as I remembered the itchy residual heat that had filled me, my pussy clenched in arousal.

  His lips twitched. “We’ll see,” he said noncommittally. “Now, Suzie, please do hurry up.”

  I showered and dressed in the robes set out for me. I wore a thick golden collar around my neck, thick golden rings around my forearm. My breasts were left exposed, but I wore a long, red, silken skirt with long slits up the sides and the back. It made the pretense of covering me up, while exposing almost every bit of me to Bob’s assessing gaze. My hair I tied back, and draped a red scarf over, following Bob’s instructions. Covering my hair was a sign of respect in Edrem. Only those of highest rank were allowed to walk around with their head uncovered.

  “Will Tamora punish me as hard as you did?” I asked, biting my lower lip in some worry.

  Bob laughed and shook his head. “Not you,” he said. “If I ever subbed for her, she’d have no hesitation whipping me black and blue. But you are female. She will treat you as a treasured pet, not as a slave.”