by S. L. Hadley
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“Sure.” It took all of Katie’s willpower to limit herself to muttering under her breath. “Well, isn’t that convenient?”
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And so the lesson went on. Or what counted for one, at least. There wasn’t much to it, when it was all said and done. Wash hands, retrieve sample tube, try not to think about the fact you were jerking off a stranger with lube that smelled exactly like hand sanitizer, return jizz-filled tube to its slot, rinse…
…and repeat.
Despite the simplicity of it, Katie’s heart was hammering when the time finally arrived. It was more than just seeing the limp, hairless cock up close, or the claustrophobic way Ambassador was peering over her shoulder. There was more to it than that.
It wasn’t that she was a virgin—an underwhelming thirty seconds at a senior prom after-party had seen to that. But apart from some wandering hands during a few late night makeout sessions, the only dicks she’d seen in real life had been at a bachelorette party she only sort of drunkenly recalled. Which meant that, as best she could remember, Katie had never actually given a handjob before.
Taking a deep breath, Katie reached out with trembling fingers and touched it. The skin was soft and warmer than she remembered. But she’d also never seen one that wasn’t attached to a horny guy, so the rubberlike flexibility caught her off-guard. In fact, she was so distracted playing with it that she failed to notice the man’s shrouded head rise from his chest.
All at once, the man began to thrash. Katie leapt back with a yelp, glancing up at the man’s unseen face but unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of his flaccid member flopping about. She waited until the man’s struggled ceased, but the instant she tried to touch him again, the violence began anew.
“This isn’t going to work,” she complained, turning to Ambassador. “He can’t see me, right? He must just think it’s you.”
Ambassador stared back at her, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he reached out and touched a small panel several inches above the man’s shoulder. At his touch, several illuminated buttons appeared in a halo surrounding the man’s head.
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“So, I can choose whether he hears or sees me?”
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“Gee, thanks, Doc.”
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Katie steepled her fingers and pressed them thoughtfully to her lips, a split-second before the smell of alcohol reminded her of where they had just been. She dropped them immediately, wiping her lips on her shoulder in disgust.
There was no way she could stand the embarrassment of being looked at. Even by a stranger, someone she’d almost certainly never see again in her life. Hell, she even untagged herself from bikini pictures on Facebook, no matter how cute she looked! To be seen naked would be absolutely unbearable.
“Let him hear me,” she said.
Ambassador’s tentacle split into a half-dozen narrow tendrils, swirling about on the controls in a nearly hypnotic fashion. Immediately, the opaque bubble encircling the man’s head began undulating. The color changed as well, from black to silver and finally to a pale whitish grey. Then the changes stopped.
“Can he hear me?” Katie asked, glancing between Ambassador and the man. “Can you hear me?”
“Hello?” answered a voice. It emerged from the hood strangely muffled, as though they were speaking from across a large room and not less than a meter away. “Who are you? Where the hell am I?”
“You didn’t tell him?” Katie demanded, momentarily scandalized.
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“Oh, right. Um, hi there,” she said, returning her attention to the man before her. Somehow, knowing he could hear her made his nudity far more embarrassing than it had been. “My name’s Katie. What’s yours?”
There was a pause.
“Brian,” the man said at last. “Katie, where am I? Why can’t I see? Why am I naked?”
She took a deep breath.
“This is going to sound crazy,” she said. “And, honestly, I don’t really understand it myself. But… we kind of… got abducted by aliens.”
Another pause, then the sound of laughter trickled through the hood.
“This is some kind of prank, right?” Brian said. “You’re with Kappa Psi? Who paid you to do this? Was it Benji?”
Katie’s fingers had already been trembling and the shaking only grew worse. She felt like crying, though she couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d folded her hands over her mouth again, only this time she didn’t have the energy to remove them. It took more than a few seconds for her to collect herself.
“That’s right,” she lied, forcing herself to smile despite the tears beginning to well up at the corners of her eyes. “But, um, I need to collect your seed. So we can save the human race.”
“Sounds good to me, babe!” Brian laughed again, shrugging as best his restraints would allow. “But tell Benji that if I see this video online I’m legit going to murder him.”
As the tears finally began to leak down Katie’s cheeks, she looked at Ambassador and began to gesture silently. Only once the hood around Brian’s head had returned to its previous blackened state did she release the shaky, half-sob she’d been holding in.
“You bastards,” she growled. “This is cruel.”
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“No shit.”
Furiously biting the inside of her lip to stop the tears from falling, Katie stepped up in front of Brian once more. She’d thought that just being a voice to him would make it easier, but somehow she imagined it would have been better to endure the man ogling her. He was just a college kid, wrapped up in something he’d never asked for.
And worst of all, her lies had done the trick. Rather than the flaccid member he’d had moments earlier, Brian’s manhood had stiffened somewhat. He grew harder as she coiled her fingers around the base and began to lubricate his shaft with the thin layer of pungent solution still coating her fingers. Though she barely knew what she was doing, apparently it was good enough. Within a minute, his cock was rigid and twitching in her grasp.
Terrified of missing her chance, Katie hastily wiped a hand on her bare thigh and retrieved the alien test tube. Lining it up, she eased the tip of Brian’s cock through the narrow entrance and did her best to ignore the slippery sound of suction as it tightened around his head. Though she suspected it would have remained, she kept one hand on the tube while the other pumped urgently at the base of the man’s shaft.
It soon became apparent that she’d prepared too soon, though it was impossible for her to tell whether it was because of her inexperienced technique or because Brian was deliberately holding out on her. In either case, her arm soon began to grow tired—a fact worsened by the angle at which she was forced to stroke him. From the look of him, Brian was close to a foot taller than she was, which placed his erection at the worst possible angle for her to do her job. An underhanded grip made her shoulder ache, while the reverse….
Sighing, Katie sank slowly to her knees before him. Under other circumstances, it might have been humiliating, but between the growing pain in her arm and her impatience to be done drove such thoughts from her mind. The hard floor wasn’t exactly comfortable for her knees, but they didn’t call it a job for nothing.
And, much as she loathed the entire situation, the painless position gave her mind a chance to wander. Given the choice between the junk in front of her and the alien bastard beside her, it was an easy choice to make. Katie’s previous encounters with men hadn’t really lent themselves to close inspection of the goods and she wasn’t the sort of girl to spend h
er free time watching porn. Which meant that, as much as she might deny it, a small part of her was thrilled by the chance to satisfy her curiosity.
Brian wasn’t particularly large or small, at least if her limited experience was anything to go off of. But there was still something bizarrely fascinating about the chance to study his cock up close. She’d never had the chance to appreciate the network of small, almost invisible veins that covered the length of a man’s shaft, or the way his balls dangled and yet rose with each subtle thrust of his hips against the slick pressure of her hand. Or even the way—
Brian shuddered suddenly, throbbing powerfully in her grasp. He arched against his restraints, cock swelling and balls contracting as he drove himself deeper into the specimen tube. Unsure what else to do, Katie continued to squeeze the base of his shaft in a clumsy effort to milk him dry. She could hear him cumming, the repeated splatter of seed-in-plastic unexpectedly loud in her ear.
And then, it was done. Katie stood cautiously, wincing at the pain in her knees. She kept a tight hold on the tube, easing it slowly free of Brian’s member and watching curiously as he gave a few final spasms on the way out. A thin string of cum stretched between his cock and the lip of the container and Katie shuddered as she scraped it against the opposite side of the lid.
Feeling dirtier than she’d ever felt before, even on the night she’d lost her V-card, she returned the sample to its assigned place. A deep, wearied breath escaped from her lungs and she turned to look at Ambassador.
The alien’s features were unreadable as always, but Katie couldn’t help imagining a certain smugness to his unspoken voice.
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The first thing Kitty noticed upon returning to the hold—after a satisfying nap, of course—was the growling of the man’s stomach. The second was how exhausted he looked. No that it was surprising; hours chained to the inside of a shipping container would leave anyone looking a little haggard.
Apparently, at some point during her nap his strength had given out and he’d ended up sagging in his chains. His legs were long enough that he could prop himself up on his knees, offering a chance to take the weight off his feet. The cuffs still held his arms aloft but, otherwise, he appeared a model of shackled comfort.
Kitty cleared her throat. The man stirred slightly but did not open his eyes.
“Good morning,” she said, louder.
His eyes opened and rose to stare up at her. Grunting a reply, he climbed stiffly to his feet. The man rolled his shoulders, making them crack and pop.
“Morning,” he growled, at last.
Smiling playfully, Kitty folded her arms and stepped closer.
“So,” she purred. “Have you thought about my offer?”
To her surprise, the man’s face went red and he briefly dropped his eyes. He swallowed hard.
“If I do this,” he said, cautiously. “You’ll take the cuffs off? And provide meals and the like?”
The corners of Kitty’s mouth curled further upward as she gave a small nod.
“You said two years? And then I’m free?”
Again, Kitty nodded.
Sighing, the man glanced at his chafed wrists in disgust. Then he shrugged.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll do it. Can’t be worse than this shit. Take them off, please?”
Yet again, Kitty’s smile increased, this time into a wicked smirk. She approached slowly and chuckled throatily as she pressed herself sensuously against the man’s chest.
“Tell me your name first,” she whispered.
The man recoiled as if stung, then fixed her with a furious stare.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” he protested. “No way.”
Clicking her tongue like a disappointed schoolteacher, Kitty leaned against him more forcefully. The front of her makeshift uniform, while firm, was both pliable and revealing enough to make the man gasp a bit.
“Oh?” she murmured. “You don’t want the cuffs off? I must have misheard. I thought you wanted me to… take them off.”
“Quit messing around!” the man said. “I’ve been stuck like this for—”
With an audible click, Kitty popped open one of the metal fasteners securing her uniform’s corseted top. The man’s protests died at once. Kitty had to stifle a laugh as she turned away and continued to slowly undress. She could practically feel the man studying her rear through her tight-fitting trousers and made a show of swinging her hips as though dancing to music only she could hear. Keeping her back turned, she shrugged out of the jacket and allowed it to fall to the floor.
Metal-on-metal squeaked behind her and she peeked over her shoulder with exaggerated shyness. The man leaned forward, as far as his shackles would allow. Had it not been for the restraints, the intensity in his eyes would have been terrifying. As it was, Kitty found the expression exhilaratingly erotic.
Cheeks warming from an involuntary blush, Kitty continued swaying her hips. Then, in a smooth, deliberately seductive maneuver, she slid her trousers down around her ankles.
Another rattling of chains sounded and Kitty let out a soft giggle. Her panties and plain, racerback bra were flattering, sure, but not that sexy. For her new toy to react so eagerly, he must have been unimaginably pent up. Chained and sold by the underground… how long had it been since he’d gotten off? Weeks? Perhaps, longer?
Stealing another peek, Kitty confirmed her suspicions immediately. An enormous bulge tented the front of the man’s tattered pants. The sight of it left her few remaining articles of clothing more than a little damp—one in particular—and deepened her blush for good measure.
It always happened this way, every time she bought a new lover. She could lounge naked around the rest of them without a care, but merely teasing a stranger in her underwear left her face scarlet. Which meant there was only one thing to do.
Taking a deep breath to keep her hands from shaking, Kitty peeled off her bra. Tossing the garment aside, she cupped her breasts in faux-modesty and turned back around.
The hunger and desperation on the man’s face were so transparent that she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Like what you see?” she teased, tiptoeing closer.
He didn’t answer, so she didn’t remove her hands until the last possible second, shielding her stiff nipples from view but making no attempt to keep them from pressing firmly against his bare, muscular chest.
“Well?” she asked. Reaching down, she brushed the flat of her palm lightly against his erection. “You like?”
Grinding against his torso, Kitty could actually hear the man swallow nervously. When he spoke, his voice came out in a hoarse, almost strangled whisper.
“Yes…”
Purring in the back of her throat, Kitty leaned in and planted a delicate, feather-light kiss on the man’s neck. His skin smelled of sweat and musk, but rather than repulsed, Kitty found herself more aroused than ever. It was nothing more than another reminder of the power she held over him.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she murmured. Her lips brushed the man’s neck as she spoke and she felt him shudder, shying away as though ticklish.
Without warning, Kitty bit down. The man yelped, trying to pull away as much as the shackles would allow. She held him fast, biting down hard and growling as she flung her arms around his thrashing shoulders. Then, just as quickly as she’d bitten, she released him. And yet, before his struggles had even ceased, Kitty thrus
t a hand down the front of his pants.
She found his cock immediately—it would have been hard not to. His shaft was massive and throbbing and Kitty had to stifle the urge to squeal in delight as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the girthy base. Her ears grew hot as her fingers caressed the man’s shaft and he let out a deep, masculine groan.
“Naughty boy,” she purred. “Who told you that you were allowed to get hard?”
Giving a final tug and trailing her fingernails softly up the underside of his shaft, she withdrew her hand from the man’s trousers. He thrashed violently, just for a second, then let out a whimper through gritted teeth.
“Fucking tease,” he growled.
Kitty slapped him—not hard, just enough to sting—and danced away.
“Language!” she chided him. Then, biting her lip with an endearing grin, she folded one arm across her breasts. The other traveled down her stomach to hide the visibly damp crotch of her panties. She squeezed herself, moaning softly at the thrill of pleasure that flared and spread outward from her clit.
“How in the hell am I a tease?” she asked, rolling a nipple between her fingers.
Eyes burning with the intensity of a predator, the man watched her. Any attempts at concealing his desperation had long since ceased. His breath came in ragged pants, nostrils flaring.
“Why don’t you let me out of these?” he said, rattling his shackles for emphasis. “I’ll show you things you’ve never dreamed of.”
Kitty snorted derisively, smile fading.
“You have no idea what I’ve dreamed of,” she said. “What’s your name?”
The man fell silent. The intensity in his eyes changed in an instant, desperation replaced by anger. Only the bulge in his trousers proved his desire remained.
“Shame,” Kitty said, glancing around the hold in exaggerated boredom. “I thought you might have learned by now. I have plenty of other amusing toys. You need me far more than I need you.”
