Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

  “I’m afraid you’re not like them,” the nurse said. “You may still want to be, but according to the standards we developed with the help of the He’Ban biologists, you are a very good candidate for sexual service in the He’Ban fleet. Hasma and Rena were not, because their fears were simply too strong. It’s a shame to have to paddle such girls so sternly, but certain elements among the He’Ban hierarchy demand it, as an assertion of He’Ban dominance. They wish to make sure the rest of the girls in the program see the consequences of not pleasing their masters.”

  Je’Tar studied Tera’s face very closely as she listened to this news. The lovely girl with hair almost the russet color of the qo flower chewed the inside of her cheek, and her brow furrowed. The He’Ban had nearly as much difficulty reading emotion on the human face as their pleasure-girls did catching the nuances of the way the He’Ban nose moved, but Je’Tar knew this expression as practically his very favorite on a young woman’s visage: Tera had become aroused again, in the panties she had just donned, at the thought of being disciplined by a He’Ban warrior.

  The nurse continued, “You certainly will not have an easy time submitting, especially at first. But as I said that makes you special.”

  Tera bit her lip. “Say more?” she pleaded.

  Nurse Lilia smiled patiently. “I can’t,” she said, in a much gentler tone of voice. “I’m not permitted. All I can tell you is that you can expect your bottom to pay the price of your disobedience. The He’Ban feel absolutely no compunction about ensuring your compliance with their pleasure through what we on Earth think of as old-fashioned discipline.”

  “Like... the paddle?” Tera whispered.

  “The paddle is the implement they chose for this program, because it seems somewhat familiar to human girls. It’s not impossible that an officer you pleasure will have one as a curiosity, but it’s much more likely that when you refuse a command or show any sort of disrespect you’ll feel something much sterner across your backside.”

  “Oh, no.” Tera stood there, clasping her hands in front of her. “Please... my fears...”

  “Your fears are of a different kind, Tera,” the nurse said, becoming brusque again. “You will be a fine pleasure-girl despite them, just as I was. They will treasure you, as they treasure all their pleasure-girls, though sometimes their way of showing it will bring you more pain than pleasure.”

  Yes, Je’Tar reflected as he watched Nurse Lilia lead Tera from the examination room, I must have her.

  * * *

  Alone in the little holding room, with no idea of how long she must wait, Tera tried to control the roiling of her thoughts and feelings.

  Special.

  Something much sterner.

  Red.

  Two meters.

  Bodily needs.

  Nurse Lilia had said nothing about the part of the He’Ban body that terrified Tera the most, either, unless it were the information that sex had been painful for the He’Ban before they separated the males from the females and developed a technology that let them reproduce without it.

  What could it all mean? She tried to keep her mind on that general level, but she knew nevertheless, from the traitorous arousal down below, that the question that truly wouldn’t leave her thoughts for an instant had a much more specific focus.

  What do they have between their legs?

  She paced the little cell restlessly. There was a bunk, so maybe she would have to wait for a day, or several days? They would feed her, wouldn’t they? The He’Ban surely wouldn’t let their pleasure-girls languish, if they enjoyed them so much?

  What do they have between their legs?

  Why did the thought not simply repel her? Why did the fear mingle so terribly with the memory of what Doctor Geb had done with the buzzing wand between her thighs, of how she had pictured... something as Nurse Lilia spoke, and it had made her come right there in the stirrups.

  Her right hand wandered downward, almost unconsciously, to the seam in her shorts, where her legs came together—where a little rhythmic pressure might help her think, her muddled reason tried to tell her. She bit her lip and whimpered, and thrust the hand inside her shorts, inside her panties, desperate—Tera told herself, at least—to put an end to the warmth there, so that she could recover her defiance.

  The door opened, and the person who stood there, looming darkly with the corridor light behind him, said in a strange, deep voice that sent a shiver down her spine, “Human girl stop touch vagina. Girl turn. Bend over. Hands on...” The musically accented voice seemed to search for the word. Then it went on, “Bunk. Hands on bunk. Girl punished for play with vagina and clitoris. Vagina belong He’Ban warriors now. Fuck soon, but whip bottom now.”

  Tera had begun to breathe so quickly she felt sure she would faint. “Oh, no, please,” she sobbed, quailing back against the bed. The brightness of the corridor light behind the figure still made it very difficult to see him other than as a tall, humanoid shaped. Tera saw something, though, that made her heart skip a beat: from the alien’s left hand, which seemed covered in rough, almost scaly skin, and seemed to have too many fingers, dangled a strap of some kind, short and stiff.

  “Turn, girl. Bend. Or I whip more. I whip until girl not stand up.”

  “But...” Oh, why could she not see him a little better, so that she might be just a bit less afraid simply of how unknown he was?

  He stepped into the cell and turned on the light. The door slid shut automatically behind him.

  Tera gasped. The He’Ban warrior stood almost eight feet tall, and the angular contours of his body made him seem even taller. He wore no clothing as Tera thought of it, though he had a belt or sash diagonally across his chest that seemed to have several small devices attached to it, including what she thought must be his sidearm, on his right hip. His skin was the dark red of good wine, and it seemed put together in plates, covered in rough bumps that appeared to Tera almost like gooseflesh, as if the species had once had fur but now only had the vestigial traces of its roots.

  His body, however, seemed to be completely hairless, and the baldness of his head, rounding up from his bare brows but much flatter than a human one, gave his face both a severity and—for Tera at least—a strange attractiveness that startled her. Perhaps that came from the way the angles complemented the features of his face, which Nurse Lilia had in Tera’s estimation correctly called handsome, though very strange: slightly sunken, strikingly blue eyes, a wide mouth above a wide, square chin, and most fascinating of all an aquiline nose that shouldn’t, she thought, have made the He’Ban seem as... well, as sympathetic, somehow as it did. As Tera watched with wide eyes, the warrior’s nose changed its shape in a way that no human nose could do: it contracted a little, and turned up slightly.

  “Girl see master first time,” he said, and she could tell from his tone that he felt a mocking sort of amusement at giving Tera her first sight of one of the He’Ban warriors she must serve. For some reason that must lie in her subconscious, she connected the motion of his nose with the humor in his voice—the rest of his face had remained motionless, but had his nose somehow expressed his feelings, the way Tera’s eyes and mouth did? “Look between master’s legs, girl.”

  Tera obeyed, though a hot blush came to her cheeks, and then she swallowed hard at what she saw. There was nothing between the warrior’s legs but more of the rough skin, one of the bony plates extending where Tera knew a human male’s penis would rise.

  “He’Ban warrior not like little human,” the alien said. “I no need show cock unless I want fuck human girl. Fuck later. Whip now, get ready fuck. He’Ban cock get hard when I whip girl. Then I show, and girl learn serve. I put girl in discipline belt so girl no touch vagina again. Then I teach girl please He’Ban cock. Turn and bend. Time I whip girl’s little bottom.”

  Tera had never felt such terror. Her mind clung to the idea that if she complied he might be more lenient with her. Hadn’t Nurse Lilia said that the He’Ban treasured their human girls
? No matter how alien the He’Ban might be, surely that meant this one wouldn’t actually harm her, even if he did seem intent on taking pleasure in whipping her.

  Her knees felt like jelly, but she turned and began to bend.

  “Pull down clothes,” the He’Ban said, in a severe tone that sent Tera’s heart thumping even harder and made her wonder, crazily, what his nose looked like now. “Make bottom bare for strap. Girl learn always bare bottom for punishment.”

  She hooked trembling fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties and drew them down to just above her knees, unable to suppress a little sob of fear as she felt herself exposed down there.

  “I look at vagina and anus later, girl. Keep legs together for whipping. Hands on bunk.”

  “Oh, please,” Tera whispered as she complied, feeling how the low height of the bunk raised her bottom. She had to bend her knees to get her hands to the level of the foam rubber mattress, covered in some kind of synthetic leather. Was this where she would be deflowered, after the punishment? On this little bunk? She felt how her bent knees made her backside protrude even more.

  “Girl may say please but whipping for playing with vagina and clitoris still come. I, Ge’Dor, captain of He’Ban Quickstar, punish girl now and claim my right as girl’s first master.”

  Chapter Four

  When Je’Tar saw that Ge’Dor had actually gone down to the surface to fuck Tera, his anger—the most potent emotion a He’Ban warrior could feel despite the extensive psychological training each warrior received from earliest youth in controlling it—rose very high. It required several moments of the fed’haq meditation technique to bring him back from the edge of the berserking rage that had allowed the He’Ban to conquer the many star systems once occupied by hostile non-humanoids that now constituted the He’Ban empire.

  Rage had served the species, and then the warrior caste into which the fiery anger had been distilled a million or so Earth years before, very well in the days before the peace the He’Ban had now enjoyed for the hundred thousand turnings of this blue planet around its sun. It had no place now except in the dueling arena that remained the ultimate, though very rarely invoked, court of justice for He’Ban warriors.

  Je’Tar calmed himself, and then he strode straight to the point-to-point transfer chamber in Swiftarrow’s stern, next to the ship’s space-folding device, which couldn’t be called an engine but served the same purpose at least in the sense that it moved the starship just as the ion-propeller engines did. Point-to-point transfer represented an offshoot of folding technology: the distances folded were simply much smaller, and the destination could therefore be calculated with a greater probability of accuracy—so great that at the Swiftarrow’s current station in high orbit over the planet, Je’Tar could travel directly to the corresponding chamber in the liaison facility, just as Ge’Dor had from the Quickstar.

  That offspring of a herd beast, Je’Tar thought grimly as he arrived in the gray metal interior of the little room, differentiated from the one whence he had departed only by the words Earth Liaison on the wall opposite him replacing He’Ban Starship Swiftarrow.

  He strode instantly out from the transfer chamber into a busy corridor, startling several humans who fell back to the sides of the hallway in evident fear. They had nothing to worry about, of course, but Je’Tar couldn’t blame them for their instinctive alarm since he towered so far over them. At the time of the conquest, too, the more conservative hierarchs had demanded that exemplary punishments be awarded to the leaders who had so foolishly opposed the He’Ban. Though the He’Ban had taken no disciplinary action since then, the memory probably lingered despite the passage of fifty of their years.

  Je’Tar bore the humans no ill will, above all because they produced such marvelous servants for warriors’ sexual needs. Ordinarily he would have greeted them, and moved at about half the pace of which he was capable, to do his part in helping He’Ban/human relations along.

  Not today, though. He moved at his full speed, darting down the corridor toward the holding cells, a kilometer away but traversable by Je’Tar in ten seconds on his long, powerful legs.

  Ge’Dor. He’s never even bothered to learn how to speak to a human girl in her own language properly.

  Learning languages had been trivially simple for the past three thousand years, since the development of the cortical transfer technique that mapped the necessary synaptic transformations directly into the He’Ban brain. Unless the person receiving the transfer practiced, however, with the help of a video program or—better, as far as Je’Tar was concerned—a native speaker, he inevitably sounded stilted. In the case of a He’Ban warrior speaking English, Tera’s language and the one spoken by nearly all the human girls in whom Je’Tar, too took an interest, the warrior sounded very menacing.

  Ge’Dor, Je’Tar knew, hadn’t bothered to practice because he liked menacing human girls. Why else would he have come down to the surface to fuck Tera? Even if he hadn’t caught her pleasuring herself, grounds for severe punishment for any girl in the pleasure service, he probably would have found some pretext upon which to whip her.

  Je’Tar certainly didn’t mind punishing pleasure-girls when they needed to learn a lesson, but to whip Tera for masturbation even before she had been told of the rules that would govern her life in the He’Ban fleet seemed to him unjust. If he had caught her, he might have spanked her over his knee to make certain she learned that stealing her pussy’s pleasure wouldn’t be allowed. Then he would have slowly introduced her to the ways of a warrior’s pleasure, so as not to frighten her, using all the skill in the English language that he had gained from his conversations with other human girls.

  When he reached the door of Tera’s holding cell, though, he could hear that Ge’Dor had indeed taken the opposite approach. He heard even in the corridor the sharp slap of the punishment strap, and then a cry of agony from Tera.

  “Please...” she wailed. “Please... it hurts so much.”

  “Hurt because girl do bad thing. Girl learn no touch vagina and clitoris. Girl for He’Ban now.” Ge’Dor’s voice had in it the harsh note that Je’Tar knew meant he had extended his cock.

  The anger rose again, though because Je’Tar had taken action it did not endanger his mental state or threaten to grow into rage. It did make him take further action, though, without fully considering the consequences.

  He pressed the button that opened the door of Tera’s cell.

  Ge’Dor stood there with the strap in his right hand and his cock in his left, stroking its hard, ridged length rapidly as he brought the synthetic herd beast leather down again on Tera’s little bottom. Her tender cheeks, clenching and unclenching in pain, already showed several curved red marks from previous lashes.

  The He’Ban punishment strap was a relic of the race’s ancient past, intended for use on children and disobedient females, as well as warriors in training. Because of the nature of He’Ban skin, shared with the rough skin of the herd beast from which the original straps were sewn, it had proven exquisitely painful for human girls, especially when wielded with any force upon their buttocks.

  Ge’Dor turned in surprise and anger, his nose descending to its full length.

  Je’Tar spoke practically without thinking, in English so that Tera could understand this probably desperate attempt to rescue her. “I, Je’Tar, captain of He’Ban Swiftarrow, challenge for yu’tre ownership of this girl.”

  * * *

  Tera thought she probably shouldn’t turn to see what had just happened and who this new alien might be. She felt sure that if the first one, Ge’Dor, saw her turn around, he would whip her even more savagely with the terrible strap.

  She couldn’t help it, though. Something about the accent of the second warrior’s voice made her think, with surprise, that his English must be better than the first’s. That alone made her very curious despite the awful pain in her bottom.

  The first alien had fulfilled her fears, as well as, to her shame, arousi
ng her wayward passion. His poor English, his rough manner, and his quickly fulfilled threat of discipline had evoked all the dark dreams she had ever had of the He’Ban pleasure service to which her own race had consigned her.

  Something in the voice of this newcomer, which seemed somehow even deeper, but also more musical—lilting, even, seemed to Tera to find in the depths of her heart and mind dreams she hadn’t known herself to have dreamt. Really she had the sudden feeling that countless times, when she had woken up from one of those naughty, wonderful dreams in which all the wicked things she never let herself think about had just happened to her, those gauzy images had shown her this, in her sleep: the cruel monster who punished her and the kind monster who taught her at last the ways of his pleasure, and of hers.

  When she turned, she saw that the first alien, the one with the strap, had his left hand down between his legs, and that he held in it something of a darker red, something long and complicated that made Tera gasp even though she barely had gotten a look at it before to her astonishment it disappeared somehow back into the creature’s body. The cruel one—what did he call himself? Gedder? Ge Dor? It sounded like more than one word, but less than two, though. Ge’Dor? And the other one called himself Je’Tar?—shifted the strap with which he had turned Tera’s bottom into an agony of welts into the hand that had held his cock, and drew a glowing blade, so deftly and rapidly that she felt she must have seen in the motion millions of years of warrior evolution.

  But the other one... Je’Tar... He already held his own glowing knife, and Tera didn’t know if she had seen it in his hand before Ge’Dor drew, or if Je’Tar’s motion had simply occurred too quickly for her to follow it: it seemed that the blades had just appeared in the warriors’ hands.

  Ge’Dor looked in her direction. “Girl’s eyes forward,” he said harshly. “He’Ban business. Maybe girl take two warrior cocks tonight. Fuck so hard it hurt stand up tomorrow. Learn real lesson.”