by Ella Wayne
Leslie looked at his imploring eyes and wished that she could have given him what he wanted, what he needed, because she knew that part of her wanted it too. From a young age, she liked the thought of meeting a nice man and settling down with a family, but her life hadn't turned out that way. She just had to let go of that dream and focus on the reality of the situation. She was devoted to the aliens and she couldn't give Jack what he wanted.
“Don't make this any harder than it is Jack. Please, just accept what I say and move on with your life. That's the easiest thing to do in this situation. I just - I can't be what you want me to be. You've got this idea in your head of what I'm like but that's not the truth.”
“Then tell me what the truth is. Show me, I can handle it,” he said, his voice rising with passion. She was flattered that he was getting so worked up over her and for a moment, just for a moment she wondered what it would have been like had she told him then and there. But she didn't want to see his face fall, she didn't want to crush his hopes and dreams and break his heart. It was more humane to lie to him and let him get on with his life.
“I can't,” she said, her voice faltering.
“Then let me show you mine.” With that he grabbed her arms and pulled her into him in a strong, deep kiss. The passion sizzled between them as his hot lips pressed against hers. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her tightly, almost crushing her petite body against his broad frame. She drowned in his taste and his scent and the sheer aura of his masculinity. Tingles ran down to the tips of her toes and she felt them curl as her heels were lifted off the ground. One hand was on the small of her back while the other ran through her hair. She wasn't sure she had ever been kissed like that before, certainly not by a human, and when Jack let her go she stumbled backwards and only managed to keep her balance because Jack had his arms around her.
“That's my truth,” he said, gazing at her intensely with his dark eyes. Leslie's heart beat fiercely inside her and she hated herself for enjoying it so much. It felt like a fire blazed through her body, and she trembled as she was so close to him. “You can't deny that,” he said. His hands were still tightly around her and it would have been so easy for Leslie to melt into him, to let go of everything she held dear and succumb to the urges that sang through her body.
But she couldn't.
She pulled away. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do.
“I'm sorry Jack,” she said, and wrenched herself from his grip. He went to say something else, to try and pull her back but she wasn't going to listen to him. She had to close her ears to him and turn away her heart. She slammed the car door behind her and revved the engine, speeding away out of the parking lot. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, she saw him in the distance, quickly getting smaller and smaller. She hated that she'd had to do that to him but it was the only way. It was for his own good.
That's what she kept telling herself anyway.
Chapter 15
I t was Christmas morning. She woke up to the laughter of children. She sighed as she lazily draped her hand across her husband. The day outside was white and the snow shimmered brightly, making the world look fresh and new. Her gold wedding ring caught the light and shone. She kissed her husband's hairy chest and nuzzled into him, wrapping her arms around his strong body feeling so safe and secure. He tilted his head down and kissed her on the forehead.
“I love you Jack,” she said. They enjoyed these brief moments of peace before their two kids ran into the room and leaped on the bed, caught up in the excitement of Christmas. They exuberantly told their parents what Santa had brought them through the night. Leslie flashed a knowing smile at Jack. It was a secret they would keep for as long as possible, as long as it gave their kids the illusion of happiness, before they had to face the reality that Santa wasn't real.
Time flashed forward. They were sitting around the table. Steam rose from the turkey that sat in the middle of the table. Jack reached over and carved the meat, slicing downwards with a thick knife. The meat peeled off. He placed it on Leslie's plate first. It was so warm and welcoming. The kids were happy, wearing their party crowns, and the room was filled with the smell of cooked food and the warmth of love. Leslie smiled broadly at her children, at her family. She picked up her knife and fork after Jack had finished serving the meat. She cut into the slices of turkey that were dripping with gravy and looked down as she put it into her mouth, only to pause.
“Anything wrong my love?” Jack said with his usual lazy smile. Leslie looked at the plate, smearing the gravy away with her knife. The knife dropped from her hand and clattered against the side of the plate. Gravy dripped from the knife's edge and the stain bloomed against the tablecloth. The kids didn't seem to notice. But on the plate the white meat had turned even whiter, the same color as the tall whites. It looked as though she was cutting into one of their arms. She pricked another slice with her fork and she was sure that she heard the echo of a howling scream in the depths of her mind.
When she looked up Jack and her children had changed. Her children had human bodies but their heads were the same as the tall whites, long cones with dark eyes that were filled with mystery. Their laughter was still that of children but it was thinner, reedy, and was unsettling rather than comforting. Jack had changed completely. He was now one of them. Golden hair, glowing, hairless skin. He reached out and touched her hand. She felt the warmth seep through her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, although his mouth did not move.
Leslie's eyes snapped open. She rolled over onto her side and sat up. Her throat was dry and she gasped for breath. Looking out of the window, the stars were her only companions. Her breaths heaved deeply. She reached out to her bedside table without looking for a glass of water, but only caught it with her fingers. The glass spun and fell on the floor, cracking. The water spilled out. Leslie cursed and quickly went to clean it up, the images from the dream still strong in her mind. She wondered for a moment if they had been planted inside her by the tall whites, like a warning, but they'd never done anything like that before and she knew it was just a product of her own mind.
She couldn't have both things. If she wanted a life on Earth she would have to forsake the tall white and she knew she couldn't do that, but it would mean that she could not have a family of her own, she could not have moments like those in her dream. Jack would have to find someone else for that. She had a greater destiny, and although she was proud of it there was a part of her that was sad at the fact that she would not get to experience the more traditional things, that she would have to let men like Jack slip through her fingers instead of being allowed to indulge in her attraction to them.
Leslie picked up the cracked glass and mopped up the water. She took it to the kitchen and threw it away, then went into the bathroom to wash her face and try and freshen herself up. She splashed the cool liquid on her face and looked at herself in the mirror, wondering what she was actually doing. One day she hoped that she would be able to go away with the aliens, to be taken away from this life on Earth that held no promise for her, no hope, only disappointments and hurt feelings. The next time she was on the alien ship she was going to ask them if she could stay. It was easier that way, and she wouldn't have to hurt anyone like Jack again.
Chapter 16
L eslie had to wait another few nights for the aliens to come once again. The following few days were difficult because she had to bat away Sharee from asking too many awkward questions. Eventually, Sharee got the hint. Jack hadn't tried to call either, and she had mixed feelings about this. It was good to know that someone was interested in her but it just couldn't work.
Kelsey was gossiping about Margaret's husband, saying that he had looked at her strangely the other day. “It was so weird. They came out after you left and Margaret looked completely different. I don't quite believe it myself but I think they might have fooled around in there. Margaret's hair was a mess and her dress was all twisted. From the way she spoke, I didn'
t think her husband was the type to do that, but I guess you can teach old dogs new tricks. But before he left he came up to me and smiled. He looked at me all over, you know in that way guys do when they think they're being all secretive about it, but he wasn't trying to be subtle at all. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to do that right when Margaret was in the next room! He's trouble, I tell you that for sure.”
Leslie nodded along but she felt her cheeks turning red and had to excuse herself to the bathroom. She was almost positive that the tall whites had learned from her, and he had implemented some of the things she had taught them, with seemingly successful results.
But what would happen when Phase Three was over? She had no idea what the aliens’ plans were long-term, or how she figured into them. Once she had taught them everything she needed to know she wondered if there was still going to be a place for her in their culture, for she had been serving them for so long that it was all she knew how to do. It was the purpose of her life. She knew now why she had never been able to settle on a job or a place, because she had always been looking to the stars. She was needed elsewhere, and although she was scared she trusted that the tall whites would take care of her even when they needed her no longer. She was the mother of a new generation and she was sure that the tall whites would treat her with all the respect she was due.
Chapter 17
T he night came, and with it came the aliens. Once again, the air shimmered around her and she was taken up to their ship, playing among the stars. Relief washed over her. Now that she could remember everything she felt at home on their ship, she felt safe and knew that they would take care of her.
This time Michael and Gabriel were standing away from her. Leslie was sitting on the table as usual. The six scientists were standing around her in a circle. She looked at each of them in turn, trying to see if there was any way to distinguish them from each other. The only thing she knew for certain that was different was the head scientist, who she suspected was secretly Margaret's husband.
It was you, wasn't it?
The head scientists looked at her with his mysterious eyes, and she was not able to glean any information from them. He looked to the others and they got in position. Leslie tried to think at them again but the head scientist either didn't hear her or he willfully ignored her. She looked beyond them at the room, trying to see a doorway in but the walls curved around and there seemed to be no separation between them and the floor. It was like being in a place ruled by magic, for their technology was so superior to Earth's that it was indistinguishable from fantastical things. It was another reason why she was sure the tall whites were not there to harm the people of Earth, because if they wanted to they could have destroyed the planet in any number of ways.
What do you want of me today?
We are going to see what they have learned, the head scientist thought back.
And what about what you learned? Leslie thought back. The head scientist turned to her again and she couldn't be sure but thought she saw his thin mouth turn into an amused smile. He didn't say anything back to her though, but she was now sure that he was who she thought.
Not that she had much time to think about anything, for the tall whites came around her. It was eerily silent for they made no vocal noises. All their communication was done telepathically, but she could hear the shuffling of their bare feet against the smooth floor. They looked at her with their mysterious faces and they fell into formation, following orders that Leslie could not hear. This only added to the eroticism of the moment for she did not know what they were going to do next.
Two of them held her down at her shoulders. Her arms were by her side, and she was lying flat on the metal table. Their hands were cold, their fingers long, and they reached down to her breasts. Leslie twisted her head around to see them, and then watched as the other four moved around the table. Two more opened her legs, taking one each. She enjoyed the feeling of their hands on her skin, and she felt her heart increase its rhythm.
The two that were left stood by her feet. One of them came forward and reached his long hand up, stroking the inside of her thigh gently. Leslie nodded encouragingly. She felt the burning sensation start inside her as the arousal grew and blossomed and spread all through her torso and her limbs. Her mind grew hazy as the finger explored deeper inside her. It was so long that it hit her G-spot and she convulsed, her body jerking wildly, although it barely moved for she was being held down by the aliens. She was at the mercy and she utterly loved it. With these signs of pleasure the alien who was fingering her grew in confidence and moved forward. She caught a glimpse of his erection and cast her eyes around at all of them. They all were erect because of her. She was turning them on so much, and this in turn increased the arousal that she was feeling.
The alien continued to explore her body until she shuddered dramatically. The alien stumbled back and held up his hand. It was dripping with her juice. He looked at it, tilting his head as though he was trying to work out what purpose it served, and when he showed it to his colleagues Leslie had to stifle a laugh. He moved back and let the alien behind him take control, and she felt another finger, this time too. Her mouth formed a large 'O' as the pleasure rippled through her body and she knew that she didn't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy the pleasure.
Her arms went slack as she submitted to them completely. When this alien had completed his task another took his place, and they all shifted position so that they could take it in turns to put into practice what they had seen and learned from the other night when she had trained Gabriel and Michael. When he was done another took his place, and another, and so they went around in a carousel of erotic delights, endeavoring to make Leslie feel as good as possible. She had no idea how they were being graded but from the moans and screams she was making, from the way her body was convulsing and how her skin was flushed she was sure they were getting top marks.
Orgasms hit her again and again. Once they had all used their fingers they went around and used their tongues. Leslie strained to be able to twist her body but she was always held firmly in place. The tall whites were stronger than they looked and she was helpless against them. They buried themselves in between her legs and satisfied her with their tongues, which were longer and stronger than human tongues, more flexible and able to reach into the deepest parts of her. Sweat poured down her temples and trickled in between her breasts. One of the aliens, as he was performing oral sex on her, reached up with his hand and played with her nipples. Leslie screamed loudly as the line between pleasure and pain was blurred. Her moans echoed in the void and she had to keep opening her eyes so they she could see they were all enjoying herself, for she wished that they would make as much noise as her and she could be lost in the cacophony of it all.
After that alien had taken the initiative all of the others followed suit when they used their tongues against her, but even the ones standing resolutely by the side started to join in. Whether it was because he was trying to get a better mark or just because he couldn't help himself Leslie wasn't sure, perhaps it was a little of both, either way he lowered his head and began to suck on her breasts, pinching the nipples between his teeth and drooling over them. Leslie closed her eyes. Her neck arched back as the unending pleasure flowed through her. All the hands were upon her, holding her down, moving around her body. The tall whites were becoming more eager to take the initiative now that they had seen encouraging signs and all of them wanted to be the best. They started to get more agitated but the head scientist loomed over them all, and they grew still. He placed his long hand on the shoulder of the alien who was currently licking Leslie's pussy and pulled him away. The head scientist came forward and inserted his fingers into Leslie's body. She was sure that he was Margaret's husband and just for a moment she was flooded with guilt, but that soon evaporated, scorched away by the bliss of the pleasure that was making her drunk.
Long, guttural moans escaped her mouth as he took hold of his erection and plunged it
inside her. Her head twisted this way and that and her eyes fell open, meeting his. She sensed images invading her mind, twisted images, and she realized they were not her own. The head scientist reached up to her and placed his hand upon her forehead. Suddenly the entire world shifted and her mind was opened to a whole new realm of pleasure. She screamed as her mind broke and she realized she was connected to all their thoughts. She saw herself through their eyes, dim and gray but so beautiful, so awe-inspiring. She got a sense of how they thought of her, of how reverentially they saw her. She was their savior, their queen, and she was being consumed by a raging passion that threatened to tear her body asunder.
