The Boss

by Stephanie Hunt

  It looked as if the figure were preparing some documents. “Have you eaten?” he asked.

  “No,” replied Stella. “Where is Isaac?”

  “I’ll be back with bread and water. In the mean time try to make yourself comfortable.” The manner in which he said the last word sounded slightly sarcastic.

  Stella looked around for an exit. The cell was small and nondescript. There was very little light so she walked along the walls using her hands to search for some kind of opening, crack, or lever. Nothing was to be found. Her arm ached from the shot the cruel alien had given her. She had nothing to do but wait.

  The bread and water came a half-hour later, and she voraciously gobbled it up. She was surprised to hear more footsteps coming her way shortly after. This time it sounded as if it was a pair.

  Two aliens armed with weapons opened the door and ushered her to come out. They marched her through a long, poorly-lit stone hallway which opened up into a solarium with book cases, tables, and other other-worldly objects Stella did not recognize. The leader who had apprehended her was sitting on a large throne adorned with brass statuettes at the far end of the room. There were a few dozen aliens going about their business, not really paying attention to her. She had the strong suspicion that she was not the first Earthling to be taken prisoner.

  “Ah! My acquisition has arrived,” thundered the leader. “Come closer, so I can inspect you.”

  “Where is ISAAC?” insisted Stella.

  “Don’t worry about him. He is being taken care of as we speak. For the time being, it is you I wish to converse with.”

  A short, bald-headed alien wearing what looked like some kind of Roman toga jutted her in the back with the butt of his rifle. Two other aliens fell in beside her and she was half-marched half-pushed up towards the red, carpeted steps leading up to the throne. One of the aliens gave a sturdy kick to the back of her knee and she fell down onto the steps.

  “It is no wonder why he chose you. I can sense your fertility. You may be the most voluptuous prisoner I have ever taken. You must be wondering about your fate. Well, we have decided to use your body for the advancement of the Ishmulian race. We will take what we need and then you will be thrown off a cliff.”

  Fear struck the heart of the young Earthling, who believed every word her captor said. She felt powerless to stop it, and although she knew she needed the help of Isaac to escape, she was determined not to go down without a fight.

  “Well let me tell you a little bit about my race you ugly son of a bitch. Where I’m from we do not throw ourselves willingly into the hands of a dictator who has no concept of the value of life. If you plan on dissecting me, so be it, but the next blow you deal me had better kill me because I am not going to go down so easily.”

  Stella herself was surprised by her sudden demonstration of courage. It startled her just how quickly her experience with aliens had gone from a happy adventure to a dangerous dilemma. She meant what she said. There was no way she was going to let them intimidate her.

  “Amusing,” said the leader. “Your gusto impresses. But relax, I did not say we were going to kill you right away. I know how much your race values independence and life. And I also happen to know that one of your most cherished customs is that of marriage. And so, you will be made my wife.”

  Stella could feel a lump rising in her throat. She could hardly stomach the idea of marrying this fiend let alone the idea of consummation. She wished now more than ever that her Isaac would come swooping in and save her.

  “Take her away and prepare her for the wedding,” commanded the leader.

  “Yes, Chief Zul,” replied two henchmen simultaneously. Another blow in the small of her back by the butt of one of their rifles and the henchmen marched her through a nearby passageway and into an elaborately decorated bridal room.

  The bridal room was a large museum of exotic gowns, dresses, headdresses, sachets, pins, brooches, and many other forms of jewellery and clothing to be used to ceremoniously decorate a bride. Stella was on the verge of tears. This was definitely not how she pictured her wedding day. She thought about ways to end her life so that she could avoid her fate with Chief Zul. She wondered how he and his army of Ishmulians could be so different from the gentle and civilized Khan and Isaac. She clung to the hope that Isaac would swoop in and save her. Maybe he would come in five minutes? She waited. Maybe he would come in twenty? She waited some more. No one was there to save her.

  “Get dressed,” barked one of the aliens.

  Stella walked up to one of the gowns and took it from its hook. It had a certain exotic beauty to it. She removed her green jumper and got into the gown. She was aware of being watched all-the-while by the henchmen who were unflinchingly fixed on her. She decided she was going to play it cool.

  “How do I look?” asked Stella.

  “Like a trashy whore, Earthling.” And the two henchmen chuckled to themselves.

  “Well I think I look pretty damn becoming,” said Stella. “I hope Chief Zul finds me to his liking during the wedding ceremony.”

  “The ceremony is just for show, Earthling. Afterwards, you will be dashed to pieces and thrown off a cliff.”

  “Yes, yes, I know about the cliff.” Stella rolled her eyes in exasperation.

  She spent the next fifteen minutes accessorizing her look to the best ability. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she actually thought that she looked like a respectable bride.

  “Time to go,” barked one of the aliens and they exited the room and walked back into the main hall. Chief Zul was conversing with a few of his top lieutenants. Stella walked up to the steps leading up to his thrown and knelt. “I am at your disposal, my Chief.”

  A moment’s pause hung in silence and Zul motioned away his staff. “Come closer. I wish to inspect you.”

  Stella approached Zul while keeping her gaze low in submission. She didn’t want to risk angering him but she knew she had to bide as much time as possible in the hopes that Isaac would come save her.

  Zul arose from his seat and stood directly in front of Stella. He was several heads taller than her. He seemed to smile at her, but beneath it, she could sense, was pure hatred. She was terrified.

  Zul placed a hand on her head, and let her thick hair flow through his fingers. His hand descended towards the small of her back and then down to her butt. He gave her ass a squeeze and before long his fingers were probing between her cheeks, finding every nook and cranny. The moment seemed to last forever.

  Having Zul’s fingers searching around her ass should have repelled her. But her submissive side and the fact that she was a young, fertile woman betrayed her courage and quite absent of any logic she found herself lost in the moment. He spread her legs further and then reached his other hand down into her crotch. He continued to massage her vagina until she became wet with excitement. She was suddenly aware that the whole room was watching them. Zul seemed satisfied.

  “You are a beautiful woman, Stella,” said Zul coldly. “I will enjoy having my fun with you before your execution. I will have to thank Isaac. He has good taste in abductees. That is, of course, if I can catch him before his execution.”

  The room sprung into action. Everyone started clearing the area and setting up tables for the feast. A giant ox-like creature was brought in and sacrificed. Its blue blood drained away into a large silvery container, which was then brought back into the kitchen for further preparing.

  Zul motioned two of his henchmen over to where Stella was now seated. He said something in the alien tongue and then the two of them grabbed a hold of Stella and tore at her gown. They ripped off the top portion and cut it away with a sharp knife, exposing her large, milky white breasts. She covered her chest with her hands but the henchmen removed them. Stella was on the verge of tears. Being topless throughout the meal would just add to her humiliation and embarrassment. But she summoned strength from within her and reminded herself that she was a beautiful woman. In that moment, she was a
queen.

  The feast last a few hours, and Stella ate only small portions. She did not find the food appalling, but she was also not very hungry. She did not want to cause a scene by refusing to eat at her own wedding banquet.

  Finally, when the aliens had finished their feast, the tables, chairs and uneaten food were sent away. Stella had no idea what would come next. She was trembling. Zul put his long, muscular arm around her and gave her left breast a squeeze. His hand lingered there, massaging her tit in a circular motion. She was not certain whether or not this act was meant to calm her or if Zul was simply trying to illicit a sexual response from her. Or perhaps this was some sort of weird foreplay. She wondered what would come next, or if he would have his way with her before killing her.

  Two aliens in patchwork cloth cloaks entered the room. Their hoods were so deep it was impossible to see their faces. Stella’s heart sank. What more could happen to her?

  The cloaked aliens took their seat in a corner of a room. Zul didn’t seem to notice them. He rose up from his thrown and issued some orders to the aliens. Everyone scurried out of the way and a troop of alien acrobats made their way to the centre of the room. They put on a show of gymnastics with swirling aerial flips and twists. They tumbled this way and that, now standing on each other shoulders, now launching each other high into the air. Isaac. I want Isaac.

  After the show Zul ushered away the crowd and took hold of Stella’s hand. He led her out of the room and down a corridor. “Where are you taking me?” asked Stella. “Consummation.” was Zul’s only reply.

  She felt like she was walking to her doom. But. But. She sensed a presence behind her. She glanced up at Zul who was very keenly walking purposefully towards his bedchamber. She seized the opportunity and made a quick, purposeful glance behind her. The two hooded aliens were following them. And then suddenly…

  ZAP!!!

  Zul’s head exploded in a shower of green blood. Stella, stunned, took a step back and clutched at the wall. The two hooded aliens ran up and grabbed her by the arm. They removed their hoods exposing the familiar faces of Khan and Isaac. Stella burst into tears.

  Isaac shouldered his energy weapon and clutched Stella firmly, bringing her close to his chest. He removed his cloak and draped it around her, concealing her nakedness. Khan reached into a pocket of his cloak and removed three cloaking chips. He dispensed them and the three of them were invisible once again.

  “We have no time,” said Isaac. “Follow us.”

  The three of them raced to the end of the hallway. Khan smashed open a large glass window with his fist and peered over the opening. “It’s about a ten-foot drop.” he said. “Do you know how to fall and roll?”

  “I’ll catch her,” interrupted Isaac.

  Isaac and Khan leapt out the window, landing in a roll to minimize the shock of the drop. Stella peered out and gradually put one foot out, then the other. She hoped she was moving fast enough. Then she fell.

  Isaac caught her in his strong, sturdy arms and then placed her onto the ground, dusting her off a bit.

  “To the mothership!” exclaimed Khan.

  The three of them ran as fast as they could for about a mile until they reached the familiar sight of the spaceship. The three of them beamed up and then Khan at once attacked the controls vigorously and set the ship in motion. Stella looked out one of the windows and saw a troop of angry-looking aliens chasing after them, brandishing energy weapons.

  It was a few minutes before Stella could regain her composure. She was badly shaken. Finally, she gave a sigh of relief and looked at Isaac. He was staring at her lovingly. She began to cry again.

  “I want to go home,” she stammered.

  Isaac wrapped his arms around her and brought her in tight. She could feel his strong pectoral muscles flexing against her cheek. She felt safe in his embrace. Alien or no, she was falling in love with this man.

  Khan set the appropriate controls in motion and before long the ship was warping back to the solar system. Stella peered out the large window and saw a tiny blue dot get bigger and bigger at an alarming speed, finally revealing itself to be the beautiful, shimmering planet known to billions as “Earth”.

  The mothership quickly and silently descended down through the atmosphere and entered into the gravitational pull of the big rock. It hovered for a while before finding Stella’s back yard and then came to a stop about twenty or thirty feet above the ground.

  Khan gave Stella a hug and said his goodbyes. Isaac gave Stella a hug too and then as Stella walked toward the off-ramp she turned and glanced back at Isaac. “Aren’t you coming?”

  The alien smiled. He joined Stella and walked next to her as they made their way into the back door of her house. The mothership faded from view into a cloaked state. Sunny ran up and met the two of them, tail wagging, and barking with happiness. “I’m back, sweetie!” cried Stella. The yellow dog jumped up on her and licked her face.

  Stella led Isaac by his hand into the master bedroom. She gently pressed her finger over her lips, indicating for him to hush. She took a step back, and then in front of him, took off her clothes. She stood there, naked in front of him for a few moments. The moonlight danced across her skin. Her curves came alive and her breasts swelled. Down between her legs she longed for him. She wanted to see him naked. She wanted to see his cock and taste his precum. She wanted every part of him.

  Stella pushed him back down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. She slowly removed his clothing and kissed his face, neck, and chest. She used her tongue to trace a line from his pecs down to his abdomen. She then took his member into her mouth. It became instantly hard at the touch of her tongue. Isaac’s eyes rolled back in his head. She bobbed her head up and down, feeling his shaft enter and exit her mouth. She paid particular attention to his glans, tracing her tongue around it and licking up the liquid that oozed methodically out of it. Then she worked her tongue down the shaft and placed it between his balls, rotating her tongue around each testicle, and tasting the salty, sweaty, sexy flavour. Isaac’s hips moved up and down as her tongue danced around his manhood. Then she brought a finger around and placed it on his ass. He seemed to really enjoy it. She then kissed up his abdomen and chest until she was face to face with his handsome face. “I want you inside me.” she whispered.

  With that, Isaac shifted onto his knees and positioned himself in between Stella’s legs. He spread her legs with a specific, forceful movement and lowered his head until he was staring directly at her vulva. He spread her engorged, pink lips until he could see the inner folds of her sex. Using his tongue, he licked around the inner lips and stopped at her clit, making a special effort to circle and play with it in a rapid, wet motion. Stella screamed out with pleasure: “OH MY GOD! I’M COMIING!”

  Stella’s orgasm was powerful and shocking. She had never felt such a delightful sensation in her entire life. Having been warmed up, she now wanted to feel Isaac’s large cock inside her. She wanted to have sex with him.

  Stella turned around and presented her pussy to him. From behind, Isaac got an excellent view of her ass and cunt. He moved in and taking his dick with one hand, inserted it into her beautiful snatch. He pumped in and out for what seemed like an eternity. With each gesture, Stella could feel the stimulation on her G-Spot, continually on the verge of coming. When she could take it no longer, her second orgasm hit her like a wave and she bit the pillow to keep from waking up the neighbours. She reached behind her and grabbed Isaac’s balls. The large globes slapped against her clit with each forceful movement.

  “Come on my face, sweetie,” suggested Stella. A few more pumps, in and out, and Isaac was ready to let go. He disengaged and knelt quickly over Stella’s beautiful face. Globs of thick alien sperm coated her nose, mouth, and eyes as his orgasm neared completion. What felt like minutes passed until they both fell down into each other’s arms, heads touching and feet encircling one another. Their sex had brought them together and made them one.

  The next
morning Isaac explained that he had to leave to continue his expedition on the mothership with Khan. However, before leaving, he promised that he would be back. He reached into his spacesuit and pulled out a small pendant. It was adorned with a tiny, beautiful pink crystal.

  “Give this a rub whenever you think of me and we can be connected via ESP. And remember, I will be back!”

  Stella smiled. After all, what other girl could say that she had gotten with a guy from another world?

  *** THE END ***

  To Love a Wounded Soldier

  By: Stephanie Hunt

  Chapter One:

  Thaddeus could hardly hear over the shells falling around him and the boom of the long guns. The siege had been going on since three days after the second Boer War began. The fourteenth of October, 1899. He had a feeling he’d never forget that day. Or this one. February 15, 1900, when it looked as if the siege might end.

  The months of worrying about water, supplied by the De Beers mine, of food shortages, of being shelled daily, they were almost over. If he could survive the rescue attempt, that is. He raised his rifle to his shoulder and returned fire. Horses shied and whinnied all around him and he concentrated on staying out from under their frantic hooves.

  Dust choked him and he coughed, rubbing his sleeve across his face. The sleeve was ripped now and nearly worn through at the elbows. The long Tom went off again and he heard someone yell raggedly. He didn’t have time to look.

  General French was coming with his mounted division and they would need cover fire. He moved to the front and reloaded. His hands didn’t shake as they had the first time he’d done this. The training for the Lee Metford magazine rifle hadn’t been much, but he’d become a better shot over the months they’d been pinned down in Kimberley.

  As he raised the rifle to his shoulder again, he thought of how much he wanted to be home. Or anywhere that the grim specter of death didn’t leer at him in such close quarters. The other men probably felt the same way, but none of them would admit it to each other. Most of them probably didn’t even admit it to themselves.