Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  Bob knew me well. My entire body tightened as I approached orgasm, and he ground out a thought at me. “Now, Suzie,” he ordered, and I exploded on cue, and George exploded as well, sending ropes of semen erupting from both his dicks down my throat and all over my breasts.

  I kept my mouth on him till he groaned and pushed away from me. Bob grinned and moved from underneath me. I looked him, sperm dripping down my front. “It seems a bit unfair you haven’t come,” I commented.

  Bob laughed. “Don’t worry, Suzie,” he said. “The night is still young. Now, why don’t you go get cleaned up?”

  30

  That was only the appetizer. For the main course, we moved to Bob’s astonishingly well-equipped BDSM playroom.

  George went instantly to the wall where the coils of rope hung and returned with a length. “Get your hands behind you,” he ordered, positioning them so that they were bent at the elbow behind my back. He quickly tied me up so that my back was arched, and my breasts jutted out.

  “Very nice,” he purred, standing back to survey the result.

  “My turn,” Bob said. He came towards me with a small paintbrush.

  “What?” I started, looking nervously at Bob’s hands. I’d learned that the more innocuous the toy looked, the greater the bite. Both of them laughed as they heard my thought. Bob winked at me as he opened a glass bottle containing a clear liquid and dipped the paintbrush in it.

  Shit. I recognized this. This was the nettle-like liquid that Bob had used on me many times. When that liquid touched me, it was like being whipped with nettles. Prickly heat would consume my body. Shit. Where was he going to apply it?

  George moved behind me as Bob moved to the front. I whimpered in anticipation of the painful pleasure. In a few moments, I knew I was going to feel the sensation of that liquid. Hot. Itchy. Tormented.

  “Hold her tight, she’ll squirm all over you,” Bob said to George with a smug smile, and I glared at him. He knew I was going to wriggle. It was impossible to keep still when confronted with that liquid.

  George pulled me into his body, my ass resting against his two dicks. His big hands gripped me at the waist. “Don’t feel like you have to keep still, Suzie,” he quipped. “The more you move, the more I’m going to enjoy myself.”

  “Glad I can provide some entertainment,” I said acidly, and George chuckled, unabashed.

  But Bob gave me a stern look. “Suzie, Bob is our guest,” he said. “Behave.”

  Ah. That line. There was a line with Bob. I’d crossed it a few times in the last year. It wasn’t a line to be crossed lightly. Bob took punishment seriously.

  “I’m sorry, George,” I said contritely, leaning my head back against his broad shoulders. My bound hands pressed into his chest, and I could feel his chest hair against my fingers. I looked at Bob. “Please,” I asked him. “Use the paintbrush on me.”

  Lust danced in my blood and pulsed through my veins. To me, this complete lack of control, juxtaposed with my utter safety was as close as I’d ever felt to totally free. My arousal was like fire, to be carefully kindled until it blazed into flames. And the two of them would keep it blazing, again and again, until it had completely consumed itself.

  I looked at Bob again. I didn’t need to say any of that to him. He could read my mind, as could the big blond giant behind me, holding me against his body. I didn’t repeat any of that. Instead, I parted my legs and tilted my body towards him in unmistakable intention.

  A smile curved at Bob’s lips. “Enjoy,” he said, as he painted both my nipples with the brush.

  Fierce, blazing heat erupted instantly from my breasts. “Bob,” I whined, groaning and writhing against George’s cocks. They both chuckled, and George’s hands tightened on my waist, pulling my ass even closer to his dicks.

  “It’s tempting to just have you do that to her all night,” he said, and Bob laughed. I didn’t listen to them though, because I was busy gritting my teeth and wondering if my nipples were going to burst into flames. At that moment, Bob’s mouth descended on my lips.

  I moaned in my throat, shock running through me. Bob kissing me was a rare treat. He had fucked me a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. He flogged me and cropped me. He had clamped my nipples and spanked my ass. But kissing? Kissing was an intimacy that didn’t get offered very often. I took advantage, and kissed him back, pressed between two hard bodies.

  When he pulled away from me, I was breathing hard, but the itching in my nipples had been transformed into a low, throbbing heat. George growled against my neck. “You like that, Suzie?” he asked me. I shivered as he spoke. He sounded the way whiskey tasted, smooth and smoky.

  “I do,” I replied. He laughed and moved away, searching for something in the wall of toys. When he returned, he held two lengths of thread in his hand, and he expertly tied them around my nipples in a knot.

  I looked down on his handiwork. I could feel my nipples throbbing. They were a deep, tormented dark pink, slightly swollen because of both the nettle liquid and the thread.

  “Nice,” Bob congratulated George, and I rolled my eyes at their little mutual admiration society.

  “Now, Suzie,” Bob turned to me. “We are going to be tough on you today. You are going to do as you are told, do you understand?” He ran one gentle finger over my lips.

  “Yes,” I whispered. Please, I thought to them silently, with words I couldn’t say aloud. Be hard on me. Use me for your pleasure.

  George moved from behind me, walking to my side. One of his hands curved around my throat, and I felt very, very aware of how large he was. Pinpricks of excitement erupted in my body. “Use you for our pleasure?” George’s voice was amused. “What a good pet, Suzie. Do you like being a good pet?” His hand rested at my throat, and I looked straight ahead and stayed still.

  “Yes,” I said again. Bob moved closer to me as well, and he watched me with a smile on his face. George moved his hand from my throat and gripped both my forearms instead. “I like being a good pet. Please let me be a good pet for you.”

  George’s hands were now massaging my shoulders. Then they moved to my breasts, and he cupped them with his big hands, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  “I’m not convinced you can keep up, Suzie,” Bob walked around me, watching me intently. Ah, we were playing bad cop, were we? Well, I could play my role.

  “I can, Bob,” I begged convincingly, and his lips twitched. He could read my every thought, he knew exactly what we were both doing here. We were both playing a role, but sometimes, even though we all knew this was just a game, it was still fun to pretend like it was real.

  George’s nails raked my sides, and I hissed as a shiver of lust ran through me.

  “What do you think, George?” Bob asked him. “Do you think Suzie can keep up?”

  I could feel both their amusement rolling off them. George’s hands moved to my hips, and his fingernails ran a pleasurable trail down my body. “Only one way to find out,” he replied. “Do you like pain, Suzie? Do you want to be punished?”

  My nipples were two pulse points of heat. My pussy ached with the promise of pleasure ahead. At that moment, I would have agreed to anything, and they both knew it.

  Bob chuckled. He pointed to a hard table in the center of the room. “Get on it,” he said to me.

  Despite the hardness in his voice, his hands were gentle as they helped me up. “You know you have nothing to fear, little human?” he asked as confirmation. I nodded. I never had anything to fear from him.

  I felt George’s hands on the small of my back, pushing me forward so that my face and breasts were ground into the table. His hands caressed my knees and I felt him wind rope around my thighs, just under my ass, then he grasped my ankles, and tied them to the rope.

  Bob moved around, and I heard a click. I gasped as my eyes met the wall opposite me. On the screen, I could see myself, tied up, legs spread open, knees bent, thighs firmly tied to ankles in the start of a very efficient hogtie.


  “Indeed,” George purred. “Let’s finish up the job.” He threw the rope over a ring in the ceiling and winched me up. My hips left the bench, but my breasts stayed in contact.

  “How’s that, Suzie?” Bob asked me. I could feel him in my mind, warm and steady and reassuring.

  “Good,” I gasped. I felt so helpless. So spread open. My hands tied behind my back, my pussy and ass in the air, gaping open, waiting for them to do whatever they pleased to me.

  “Indeed,” George purred again. “And Suzie, what I want to do is punish you.” He walked over to the wall that had whips arrayed on it, and his hands hovered over them as he contemplated how best to torture me. I bit my lips. My nipples ached, pushed as they were into the table with the twine around them. I could feel the cool air on my heated, fevered pussy.

  I squirmed as I waited, but I didn’t have to wait too long. George appeared in front of me, showing me a thick cane. My eyes widened in panic a little, but instantly, they were both in my thoughts. “Relax,” George said. “I promise you, you will only enjoy this.”

  I bit my lip, and my eyes sought Bob’s. The expression in his eyes was calm, untroubled. I knew Bob pretty well. I’d seen him on other worlds where he did have to remain watchful as we partook in the sexual delights on offer. Here, today, there was none of that tension. He clearly wasn’t worried.

  And if he wasn’t worried, then I wouldn’t be as well. I nodded to George. “Do your worst,” I said, and George grinned at me.

  He moved towards my feet, and I watched the screen opposite me to see what he could see. A girl, completely tied-up, her wet, dripping pussy on offer for his pleasure. I saw his big hands grip my toes, as the cane came up. He tapped my feet with it, and I wriggled automatically, bracing myself for the pain.

  There wasn’t any. This wasn’t any more intense than being spanked. But it was painfully erotic. Perhaps because I was tied up, entirely in their control. Perhaps because I’d never been hit on the sensitive arch of my feet before, and the sensation straddled the line between ticklish and erotic in a way that I couldn’t quite explain.

  Whap. That last stroke was harder. I felt lust flare on my body in response.

  “Again,” I groaned, and George laughed.

  “Bob, grab a cane,” he suggested, and Bob grinned and complied, moving towards my other foot. I whimpered and flailed, almost shying away from the aching pleasure. And with each movement, my aching nipples were pressed into the table again, sending desire spiraling anew through my body.

  I heard the moans torn from my throat from a faraway place. I saw the girl twitch on the screen, her eyes dazed as the two men held her ankles firmly in their hands, and each of them let a cane dance over her feet. I saw her squirm. I heard her cry in need.

  “That was just the warm-up, Suzie,” George spoke aloud. Bob appeared in front of me, and he snapped his fingers in my face. I blinked, coming out of my almost-trance, and looked at him.

  “Check in,” he said. “How are you doing? Do you want the twine binding your nipples removed?”

  I thought about it, and then nodded. “Probably safer?” I suggested, and George came around and grasped my upper body firmly and lifted me off the table. Bob’s fingers worked quickly at the twine, and I hissed in pain as blood flew back into the nipple he had freed.

  “Ouch,” I started, but Bob’s mouth quickly descended on me, soothing the hurt away.

  “Such a good girl, Suzie,” he spoke in my mind, warm approval in his voice. He repeated the procedure on my other nipple, then George set me back down, running his strong hands over my shoulders, massaging any aches away.

  “Mmm,” I groaned. “Can we just skip the punishment, and give me a massage?”

  Both of them chuckled. “After, little human,” George promised. The phrase screeched in my head. Little human. That’s what Bob called me. It felt wrong to have anyone else use the term.

  There was a brief pause in the proceedings as both of them read that thought, and I flushed. I had revealed too much. Finally, George spoke. “Do you still want to be punished, Suzie?” he asked.

  Ah, we were going to pretend I hadn’t thought that, were we? We were good about avoiding our feelings on this ship. I didn’t speak that thought aloud; I didn’t need to. They could both read me loud and clear.

  “Yes,” I said. Bring it on.

  There was punishment, and it was delicious. A flogger raked my exposed pussy, and prickles of heat and fire exploded where each tail touched my skin. Then, Bob flipped me around so I was facing up, and slammed his dicks in me. We climaxed together, screaming. We took a break for a shower and the promised massage, then George pulled me on top of his dicks, and used his large hands to raise and lower my hips against him. There were three of us, a ship filled with toys and tools of sex and lust, and for one amazing two-day period, we used as many of them as we could fit in, seeking endless permutations and combinations of pleasure.

  “What was the bit about the bracelet?” I asked Bob when we had finally said our goodbyes to George, and watched his ship depart back to Edrem.

  “How old do you think I am?” he asked obliquely.

  I looked at him, astonished that somehow, in the travels of a year, I’d never thought to ask. “Wait, are you thousands of years old?” I said in shock, and he laughed.

  “Not thousands,” he replied. “In your Earth years, I’m eighty-five.”

  I arched my eyebrow in surprise. He didn’t look a day over thirty. “What does this have to do with the bracelet?” I asked him.

  “We separate our souls, and store them in crystals at birth,” he replied. “It keeps us eternally young. Or at least, that’s the theory.” He looked wry. “It turns out, when we cause harm, our soul crystals tarnish, just a little, to reflect the grime in our soul. And at some point, when the tarnish is too great to bear, we perish.”

  “That’s how you age? When you cause harm?” Wow, it was a brilliant idea. All the crazy sickos would die quickly, and only the good would remain.

  He nodded. “Reading your thoughts, making sure I’m causing you no harm, making sure that you crave everything I’m doing to you, I can ensure I don’t tarnish my soul.”

  I looked at him, my brows furrowed. “We’ve had sex when I’ve worn my bracelet,” I pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.

  “It’s been many months, Suzie,” he said. “I’ve a fair idea what you like and don’t like.”

  True. Bob knew me better than anyone in the universe. “That’s why George asked me to take off the bracelet? So he wouldn’t risk tarnishing his soul?”

  He nodded.

  “So, eighty-five?” I probed. “Does that mean you’ve tarnished your soul?”

  He nodded, this time more reluctantly. I could tell I was making him uncomfortable. He didn’t want to continue this conversation. But I probed anyway. I wanted to know. “How?” I asked him directly.

  He frowned, clearly debating whether to answer or not. Finally, he sighed. “I loved the wrong person,” he said. “I should have stayed away. I caused her great mental harm.”

  “Wait, that doesn’t seem right,” I interjected.

  He shook his head. “I knew I was causing harm, and I didn’t stop. I couldn’t make myself. I was in too deep. That’s what caused the damage.” His voice softened as he remembered. “And so, I left home, determined to stay away from attachment. Nothing involved, nothing deep. I don’t stay long enough anywhere.”

  “And your companions? You’ve had other ones, haven’t you? I’m not the first person to travel with you.”

  He shook his head, and there was a slight ache in my heart as he confirmed something I’d suspected. “Everyone leaves, soon enough. Before I get attached enough to cause harm. Though you don’t know it yet, your clock is ticking.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. He didn’t know that. He couldn’t predict what I was going to do.

  He didn’t contradict me. But his eyes were pensive.

  31

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p; “Behold,” Bob said, doing his characteristic hand wave. “Liet.”

  It was a few weeks after our interlude with George, and we were about to disembark on yet another world. As usual, Bob had told me very little, preferring that I discover the secrets of the world in front of me on my own.

  Normally, this was an exciting time, when a world was first revealed. But I blinked as I disembarked the ship. The space port was dull, drab, and strangely empty, with only one person in sight.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked.

  “Ah,” Bob said with a grin. “Let me explain.”

  I was tempted to either laugh or to smack him. Bob liked imparting information in dribs and drabs. After a year, this was familiar, exasperating behavior. “Please do,” I said, my voice dry.

  Bob’s lips twitched. “Some years ago, Liet’s population was severely depleted as a result of a virus outbreak. As a result, new rules were set in place. No physical contact was permitted between people as a safety precaution. Everyone in Liet wears a bubble-suit and lives in a virtual reality world.”

  “How long has this been going on?” I asked Bob as the strange, short, scaly Lietian at the port droned on about the rules. He wore, as Bob had described, a bubble-suit for protection.

  “Three hundred Standard years,” Bob replied with a wry twist of his mouth.

  “The virus is still a threat?”

  He shook his head. “No,” he said. “Partly, it’s fear that keeps the Lietians in their bubble-suits. But the other part is that the virtual reality simulator that everyone is plugged into is much more exciting than real life.”

  I should have understood that, I guess, given that I was avoiding my own real life on Earth by adventuring with Bob on a spaceship. But it all seemed so sad. Touch was the most fundamental of all contacts, and to forswear that just seemed so heartbreaking to me.

  Normally, Bob would have smirked at me, and told me to try the virtual reality simulator before I judged the Lietians. But this time, he didn’t. He just linked his fingers in mine, and the officer receiving us at the port looked horrified at the contact between our bodies. “I agree with you, Suzie,” he said softly. Then he smirked. “The machine is fun though. And it has helped keep their world economy afloat. People visit from all across the universe for the experience. Come, decide who you are going to be.”