The Boss

by Stephanie Hunt

  Morning came and she got out of bed. Stella let out a big stretch and a yawn and walked around her bedroom. The walls were metallic and there was little in the way of decoration. The only entrance was the door that Khan had led her through the night before. When Stella thought about it, she really had no idea what time (or date) it was. And she had to urinate. Badly. She decided to peek out of the door and look down the hallway. It was empty. She wandered a bit and passed a room full of about six or eight of the strange aliens going about various experiments and tinkering with pinkish crystals and other contraptions.

  “Do you need to relieve yourself?” The voice came from behind her. It was Khan.

  “For how long have I been asleep?” asked Stella.

  “You have been unconscious for 16 of your Earth-hours. We are already on course to Sector-XVI, what you Earthlings would refer to as our “home planet”. It is on the very outer edge of our Milky Way Galaxy. Our technology allows us to travel at, what you would call, close to “light speed”.”

  “And then what will happen?” asked Stella again, trying not to pee herself from fear and trepidation.

  “We will take you to our home planet and begin our research. It will take some time to prepare the appropriate research, whereby you will undergo the treatment and assimilate – as much as possible – with our natives.”

  “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM!?” Stella almost screamed.

  “Right this way, my lady,” replied Khan, and he led her to a small room with a toilet in it. THANK GOD. Stella emptied her bladder and moved her bowels and looked around for toilet paper. One would think that on an alien ship they’d have some weird special technology for cleansing oneself but low and behold, a roll of basic white, two-ply rested on the ground beside her. Much relieved she exited the room and searched for Khan.

  He was in the garden room, speaking softly to Isaac in an unintelligible alien tongue. The pair looked strange together. Isaac was about a foot and a half taller than Khan and had a deeper tone to his green skin.

  “There she is,” Isaac said, gesturing towards the large window and the horizon of the great grey planet that lay ahead of them. Ishmul. “She has been our home planet for many billions of years. There will be a celebratory feast in the main hall down there to welcome your arrival. I guarantee you will not have tasted such succulent food in your many years as an Earthling. And after we dine, we will begin the mating ritual.”

  This last sentence caught Stella aback. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for the mating ritual. Was Isaac exerting some weird kind of dominance on her? It seemed as though he had already claimed her against her will. She knew that she could put up a fight if need be, but in the end, he would probably have her way with her.

  “The experiments, which will be conducted before the ritual, should only take about an hour. We have sensed that you are menstruating, meaning that now is the perfect time for the fertility test. We will commence once our mothership has landed on Ishmul. Until then, is there anything I can get you?”

  “I do have a few questions. When am I going to return to Earth? Will everything be the same once I get back, or will I be, like, a hundred years older than all my friends and family.”

  “The temporal disturbance our ship creates allows for a ‘freezing’ in time, if you will. Everything will be exactly as it was when you left, once the time comes for you to return.

  A few hours after the ship landed, Stella walked off the ship’s off-ramp and set foot on Ishmulian soil. It was soft and grassy. Strange creatures darted about all around her. Some looked like gigantic caterpillars, while others fluttered about like oddly-coloured butterflies. A large dragon-fly whooshed by her head. She looked around for Isaac, who was right behind her.

  Isaac led Stella towards a medium-sized medical facility about a five-minute walk from the landing pad. She was star struck and a bit nervous. Isaac put his hand on her elbow and this act very oddly seemed to pacify her somewhat. He brought her to a large examination room with several aliens examining test tubes and fiddling with odd experimental equipment.

  “Have a seat,” one of the aliens suggested and waved her towards a large examination chair with metal stirrups. It looked not unlike the type of chair one would find in a gynecologist’s office. Her heart raced but she sat down. They gave her a mild sedative orally and then spread her legs a bit farther. Still wearing her bed robes, she realized that Isaac at this point had a complete view of her full vulva and ass-hole. She felt both at his mercy and slightly tingly, knowing that Isaac was probably getting a thrill from his vantage point. Isaac gulped and went slightly pale. The whole procedure took about fifteen minutes and then she dismounted and closed off her robes. Isaac took a green jumper from a hook and handed it to her, motioning for her to get changed.

  “Is there a… uh… change room?” asked Stella.

  “You will take off your robe and redress right here.”

  Stella, who seemed to trust Isaac (at least sexually) did as she was told. The jumper fit snugly over her curvaceous body and gave her a strange sense of increased mobility, as if they were maternity clothes and gym attire at once.

  Stella, who was feeling very hungry at this point, almost jumped for joy at Isaac’s next suggestion: “Let us feast!”

  Stella and Isaac walked towards the dining hall, which seemed to be at the far end of the village. This gave them plenty of time to get to know one another further. Isaac explained that the first and most important part of her stay had been completed. With the fertility test out of the way, they were able to enter phase two of her abduction (the mating ritual, it seemed, would come at a later point). He explained that their mothership was fit with a very high-tech time-traveling chip that could take them to almost any place on the space-time continuum. They were going to study what life would be like in Victorian England and Stella, an Earthling, was going to be their primary tour guide. That she knew next to nothing about this time period (aside from what she had read in her romance books and the little she had learned in her college history courses) seemed irrelevant to Isaac. Isaac also explained that from now on she would be sharing a bed with him. It was customary that earthlings who were abducted would be claimed as physical sex trophies of the main captain. Stella felt that she could not protest this point. After all, what could she do? She was at least glad that Isaac was attractive.

  The banquet was glamourous. Every type of exotic alien food was there. Some of it tasted like chicken. Some of it tasted like exotic fruit. A good deal of it made her feel funny inside, as if it had been fermented in some strange alien way. Overall, Stella was feeling cheery. In fact, she reflected, this was the first time in years that she did not feel self conscious about her body. To them, she seemed like a beautiful princess – one that should be cherished and worshipped. She felt like she was their queen.

  That night in bed she and Isaac did not have outright sex. They slept horizontally next to each other, with nothing but their legs touching. They were both naked, and she could sense his heat. But no one made a move. Perhaps he felt that sleep was the most important priority at this point. If what Isaac said earlier could be believed, they would be going on an exciting journey together presently.

  The following day Stella washed up in a nearby stream, noticing very exotic fish and crustaceans littering the stream bed. What relaxation it was to let her body float in the cool, refreshing water! She must have been in there for over an half-an-hour for when she got out she felt at peace. She wasn’t quite yet ready to return to Isaac and breakfast so she wandered around the beautiful gardens a bit. She walked slowly, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the natural environment. Peering far off into the distance, she observed a herd of what seemed to be mammoth-type creatures traveling in a pack and grazing on the tall grass. Stella wished she could run over to them and frolic among them and feel their thundering footsteps reverberate throughout the ground. Instead, she made her way steadily towards the banquet hall and took her place next to Isaac.<
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  As the two of them ate their breakfast, Isaac’s hand wandered up her left leg, massaging it at the knee, and then worked its way up to her lap. It took its place there and massaged between her legs. Stella flushed but she couldn’t help spread her legs a bit further so that he might have better access. No one at the large banquet table noticed. Knowing that it was their own little secret made the experience that much more erotic.

  After the meal, Isaac rose and gave a quick speech to the rest of the dining hall. He explained to them that the time travel preparations were ready and that Isaac, Stella, and Khan would embark that afternoon. This proclamation met with a chorus of cheers. It seemed that having a real live Earthling to take the species’ leadership on an adventure into a past Earth was unabashedly exciting.

  By the end of the breakfast Stella was moist between the legs and very happy in the heart. She was going to be able to see a time period that no one else living on Earth could experience. And with two such handsome protectors to go with her! What woman wouldn’t swoon at this opportunity?

  They left the hall and walked back to the mothership. Strapping themselves in to the sturdy metal chairs of the main navigation room, Khan, Stella, and Isaac, facing the large open window in front of them, braced themselves for warp-speed travel. Khan hit some switches and pressed a few buttons and then in a matter of moments they were shooting into the air and whizzing by all the stars and galaxies around them. They seemed to be entering into some sort of temporal “worm hole”. Stella felt her body being pressed back against the seat of her chair, and when the feeling stopped, the ship had landed in an open field on planet Earth. The three of them exited the ship and stood looking about them in a 360-degree view. It seemed like Earth alright.

  The three of them walked for a while until they started to hear the sounds of musket-fire and shouts in the distance. It appeared as though they were coming upon some type of battle.

  “I’ll check it out,” said Khan. “We can use observations about their fighting systems to learn more about warfare in this time period. I’ll leave you two to explore the nearby area together.”

  Stella flushed right away. She was going to get to spend some alone time with Isaac, who was beginning to seem more and more attractive to her. She had, for some time, forgotten that he was an alien. He just seemed like an ordinary man to her. A tall, muscular, smart, caring, emotionally-sensitive man. And he was able to carry her in his arms and press all the right buttons. She was getting damp between the legs just thinking about all this.

  “Let’s inspect the local foliage, my Lady,” said Isaac. “You can show me what some of the native plants and other life-forms are.”

  The two of them walked side-by-side towards a green, forested area. The area consisted of a well-groomed forest with tall oak trees and well-maintained bushes and flower-patches. It seemed as though this was some kind of property belonging to a liege Lord or Lady and kept up nicely. It was very romantic.

  Stella knelt down and pointed to a tulip. “This, is a tulip, your excellency.”

  “What a remarkable specimen. I seem to recall in my reading that it is a type of flow-er?”

  “Yes! We have many flowers here on Earth. They smell really good. Here, try it!” And Isaac leaned down and inhaled deeply. A smile made its way across his face as he seemed to relax into a state of blissfulness.

  Isaac, still kneeling, turned his head to face Stella’s. There was a long pause. Then Isaac leaned in and planted a tender, long kiss on Stella’s mouth. Their tongues encircled one another and their lips parted just enough to allow the kiss to take on a deep, memorable, and full quality.

  Isaac slipped a hand underneath Stella’s top. He massaged her large, full breast, paying special attention to her pink, erect nipple. He pinched at it. Then he squeezed her breast and gently leaned into her. The two of them tilted towards the ground and Isaac shifted himself on top of her. Then his hands were inside her pants. He played at her clitoris, stimulating it with a casual yet gentle rubbing motion. They remained in this position for some time, allowing the sensuality of the setting and the moment to deeply set in.

  “You are as beautiful and as soft as this tu-lip,” said Isaac.

  Stella moaned and leaned her head back. She was lost in the moment. Even if she wanted to, she had neither the inclination nor the ability to speak.

  Isaac positioned himself on top of Stella and loosened and pulled down her bottoms. Cupping her ass with both hands, while managing to spread her cheeks, he slid her down so that their pelvises were in line. His hard, erect cock, circled her womanliness. Then he pushed inside her and as she felt the fullness and expansion of her vagina with him inside it, she let out a loud cry of ecstasy.

  Their love-making lasted close to an hour. Amidst the scent and beauty of the scenery, it was the most romantic moment of her life. Up until then at least.

  Lying in each others’ arms afterwards, there seemed little to say. They both felt deep satisfaction and wished the moment could last forever. In many ways it did.

  As the evening sun approached, the lovers got dressed and walked hand-in-hand back out to the field. Khan was inspecting the nearby battle with what seemed to be some kind of alien binocular-set, yet larger and with more knobs.

  “Status report, Khan,” said Isaac.

  “Their strategy for battle is quite primitive, my lord. It seems as though they rely on a war instrument known as a musket, with manual loading properties. Their projectiles are nothing but scraps of metal designed to inflict damage to the human tissue.”

  “As I suspected. Let us enter their camp using a cloaking shield and determine what members of the female sex do during times of war,” said Isaac.

  Isaac handed Stella a small chip about the size of a half-dollar. It attached securely to a receptor port on the left shoulder of her jumper.

  The three of them attached their chips and faded from view. They walked in unison behind the lines of battle and through the encampment. On both sides of them were white tents set up to house the wounded soldiers. Some tents were meant for such medical support, and others were for replenishment, offering hot meals to the recuperating garrison.

  “I wish to see the commander’s quarters,” said Isaac.

  Khan led Isaac and Stella to a large, red, canvass tent with a pair of soldiers standing at the ready with loaded muskets to either side of the entrance. They slipped easily and quietly past the sentry and walked up to the command table. The general – a large, broad-chested man donning a red uniform decorated with metallic badges and a white cloak – was issuing orders and battle-preparations to an attentive audience of high-ranking officers.

  The commands were somewhere along the lines of how and when the troops would flank and capture the enemy’s leadership. They listened for a while. Then the trio retreated out of the tent and wandered along the busy rows of tents, soldiers, wagons, and stretchers with wounded or dead bodies. Khan led them into an armory to inspect – at close quarters – the parts and accessories the soldiers used for battle. Isaac took in the various armaments, paying special attention to the ammunition and armour. They wandered up to a dis-assembled cannon to learn about its working parts and to get a sense of how a long-range gun inflicted damage.

  Their observations of the battle camp lasted roughly an hour, until at last Isaac was satisfied that he had learned enough about English Victorian warfare.

  Returning to their mothership, they entered and got into the control room once again. It was time, Khan explained, to get a sense of civilian life. They would head for London, and learn about how royalty lived and compare it to the day-to-day conditions of the average citizen. A few presses of certain key buttons and the ship was airborne and headed towards the capital city.

  Setting a cloaking field on the ship, Khan positioned the aircraft above Buckingham Palace. They descended using the reverse-tractor beam onto the balcony of the Queen. They slipped into her antechamber to find her having tea with what appeared to
be a very well-dressed duke or knight. Their conversation was one of politics and the state of the colonies. They eavesdropped for some time before returning to the ship and setting off over the horizon.

  “That was certainly a thrill,” said Stella.

  “We did learn quite a bit, and had fun too,” agreed Isaac.

  “What’s next?” asked Stella.

  Khan answered. “Well, we still have some time before your fertility test yields results one way or another, so we’ll be taking you back to Ishmul to live amongst us.”

  Their ship sped at near-light speed back to Ishmul and descended through a murky atmosphere to land on a shagged earthen floor. They beamed down and were met with a cool gust of Ishmulian wind.

  “Let us make our way to our city’s headquarters and get settled in,” said Isaac.

  They traversed the rocky, winding path to a large, shimmering green metropolis that let out a greenish, blueish glow.

  Inside the walls of the city, a troop of about twelve Ishmulians, armed with laser-rifles, marched up to the threesome.

  “We’ll take it from here,” said the leader, a tall, broad-shouldered alien wearing a tan loin-cloth and strapped with a large energy weapon. When he spoke, sharp, jagged teeth revealed themselves exuding a rather hostile appearance.

  “Our orders were to study the girl further,” replied Isaac. “She comes with us until the fertility experiment is complete.”

  “Seize them,” commanded the leader, and the troop captured and bound the unarmed aliens.

  A medium-sized green-skinned alien with a yellow bandana tied around his forehead approached Stella and injected her with a pacifying serum. She went out like a light a few seconds after.

  Stella woke up in a small, damp cave with one window in the far corner letting through a hazy beam of late-evening light. She felt drugged. And helpless. And cold.

  She missed Sunny, and her bed, and the embrace of Isaac.

  She heard footsteps approaching outside the cave door. Then the jingle of keys, and the door opened. Stella had to squint to make out the figure standing in the doorway.