by Paul Blades
As the tool filled with the man's hot blood, Kelly felt her lust rising. The man's energy seeped from his sex and through her hands. Placing her left hand on his strong right thigh for balance, she began to stroke his soft appendage slowly. She gazed with longing at her own hand as it rode the thick, now stiffening pole. She was exhilarated by the sensation of his flesh in her palm. Her slow, steady pumping of it, lubricated by the sweetly smelling soap, enchanted her. It seemed to her that giving loving and deliberate pleasure to him with her hands was the most personal thing she could do for him.
Raijamoon had reveled in the woman's attentions to his body. The combination of the heat of the pleasing water, the delicate roughness of the sponge and the feel of her hand exploring his flesh had immersed him in delightful sensations. He had felt her mind hesitate before devoting her attentions to his sex. He had stroked her soft hair, passing a message of encouragement to her. When her hands had cupped his testes, he had felt a surge of pleasure go through him. When she circled his tube of flesh with her small, soft hand, he had felt his sexual hunger rise. Each loving stroke brought a charge of pleasure to his brain. He could not have anticipated the varied ways his human form could find pleasure. He had never experienced this intensity of sensation from any other alien form he had inhabited. What a world he had discovered! And this was just the first day. There were many to come and he delighted in the thought of the plethora of pleasurable experiences ahead of him.
When she heard the man sigh and sensed his body sagging, Kelly knew his discharge was imminent. She felt a deep craving for the man's seed and she placed her lips around the bulbous tip of his cock so it would not be wasted. His manhood began to throb and spasm in her hand. She reached her free hand under his scrotal sac and began to massage the soft stones that produced his delicious essence. As the salty, viscous fluid spurted over her tongue, she heard the man groan. He placed his hands on her head for balance as the sensations of his orgasm appeared to overwhelm him. Her mind exploded with joy at the taste of his discharge and the feel of the powerful pulses of his manhood transmitted to her hand.
It took Raijamoon a while to recover from his spent passion. The woman continued to gently suckle his softening rod. When he had regained his composure and the echoes of his pleasure had died away, he bent down and lifted the woman from her knees. She looked at him contentedly as she licked her lips and smiled. It was his turn to explore her flesh and he bent down and retrieved the soft sponge from the floor of the shower chamber. He soaped the sponge and began to rub it softly over her body.
The dream man tenderly soaped her soft, malleable breasts, her belly and the gash at the apex of her graceful legs. He ran his hands down her supple but firm lower limbs and cleaned the inside of her thighs. He took his time, savoring his contact with her flesh. When he leaned over to wash her feet, he felt her soft hands on his back, steadying herself. He could sense her delirious absorption of his attentions to her body. He rose and turned her so he could wash her back and the back of her thighs. Her back was soft and smooth. He rubbed the gently scouring sponge over her shoulders and down and under her arms. How different their bodies were, he thought. His was muscular and hard, emanating strength. Hers was soft and pliant, inviting. He ran his empty hand over her firm but welcoming buttocks as he sponged them with the other. He cleaned the gap between her rear cheeks.
As he passed his hand over the small circle of her rear aperture, he sensed a slight jolt of pleasure flow through the woman. It was commingled with shame and embarrassment. Her response intrigued him and he passed his finger over it once again, lingering this time over the dainty hole. The female shied her body away from him, but he detected a flush of excitement in her mind. He decided to explore the matter further.
He dropped the sponge and circled his arm around the woman's waist. Holding her still, he pressed his finger forward until the tip had just entered her there. He sent a signal of pleasure through his hand and heard the female draw in a long, deep breath. She began to struggle at his grasp and put her hand behind her and on his wrist to try and deny him access to this secret place.
Kelly had never experienced anal sex. As a doctor, she frowned on the practice as unsanitary. As a woman, she had always felt that a man's use of a woman's ass was degrading. But some part of her had always wondered what it would feel like. She had heard tell some women enjoyed the use of their smaller portal, but discounted that as improbable or the result of some disturbed fetish. Although, once or twice, she had felt a compelling desire to try it, she had never had the nerve to suggest it to any of her boyfriends. One of her lovers had placed his finger there during oral sex and she had felt a twinge of pleasure as he teased the opening. It had not gone beyond that.
When the man's fingers brushed across the small ring as he washed her, Kelly felt the energy from his hand flow into her. It had been brief, just an instant of delight. When the finger returned, she had felt the pleasure again, but her mind revolted at the touch. When the point of his digit pressed past the tiny opening, she began to panic. She didn't want him to use her that way. She tried to squirm out of his grasp and push his hand away. It was the first time in many hours she had even thought of denying him his pleasures. When she felt his grip around her waist tighten and the finger circle the soft anal tissue, she realized if he wanted to pierce her there, she was powerless to prevent it.
Raijamoon felt the woman's incipient revulsion at his exploration of her rear opening, but he also felt the lines of pleasure that had flowed from there to her brain. He took his hand and stroked it several times down her watery back, soothing her, sending her a calming message. When her mind accepted his mesmerizing energy, he returned his fingers to her small orifice and continued his exploration.
Kelly's anxiety about the man's penetration of her bowels melted away. He was doing this to her, affecting her brain, she knew that. She had felt the soothing signals passing through the nerves of her back and flowing within her. When the hand returned to her secret, private place, and the man's thick finger entered her once more, slipping past the tight ring of flesh, she experienced a strange, exotic pleasure unhindered this time by her apprehensions.
Slowly, gently, the man's finger explored the opening, sending messages of pleasure through the young woman's body. When his second finger entered, she gave a gasp and leaned against the wall, placing her hands on it above her head to steady herself. When the third finger was introduced, stretching the membranes of the little ring, she moaned.
The dream man drew his long, thick fingers back and forth across the sensitive tissue. This use of the woman had not occurred to him. He saw now that the possibility was something she had repressed, buried deep in her subconscious. His cock had stirred at the thought of entering her there and it was now stiff and hard. Raijamoon realized this method of intercourse would help him cement his mastery over the woman. He would be overcoming her shame and humiliation at this form of use and introducing her to a pleasure she had never experienced. He could very easily remove all of her inhibitions towards it, but he felt it would be better she experience it as a continuing source of both shame and pleasure, a reminder of her subservience to him and his dominance over her. It was important that no part of her be secret from him, that her whole being be bound over, compelled to join with him, to obey him, to want him, to please him. He would develop her desire for this form of copulation until she willingly proffered it to him despite her humiliation and shame at her need.
He sensed his penetration of the small entrance would tear at her tissues until she became acclimated to this form of use. He sought a form of lubrication to ease his way and he spotted a jar of moisturizing cream on the shelf near the shampoo and conditioner. He released the woman and opened the jar, gathering a dollop on his fingers.
When the man's arm released her waist and his hand left her rear, Kelly hoped he had abandoned his exploration of her. But when she heard him open the jar of cream, she knew he had not and that he would shortly see
k entrance to her bowels with his thick, hard member. Her stomach fluttered and her heart grew heavy as she dreaded his invasion of her. She knew what she would feel when his cock parted the small circle of flesh. She knew its power to drive her lusts. He would make her pant and shudder with passion. Everything in her wanted to push the man aside and rush out of the shower. Maybe she could make the door to the outside before he recovered. Maybe she could grab something and smash him with it. But her mind ached at the thought of separation from him. Her body needed his touch and his nearness. And she had not the courage to put her frantic impulse to flee into action. One touch of his hand to her flesh and he could send her into convulsions of discomfort and sorrow. She had experienced it twice and it was the most awful thing she had ever felt. It was worse than pain, a combination of intense loneliness, despair and physical illness. She dreaded ever experiencing it again.
Raijamoon felt the woman's urge to flee and her desperate unhappiness. He knew they would soon pass. He spread the cream liberally over and inside the tight hole and then presented his rampant cock to it. Placing his hands on the woman's buttocks, parting her cheeks, he let his energy flow into her. Immediately, her body relaxed, her tenseness ebbed away. The ring of flesh between her buttocks, which had contracted and tightened at his approach, loosened and relaxed. He pressed the head of his cock forwards slowly, enjoying the pressure of the small circle of flesh on his shaft. The woman moaned with pleasure and pain as his thick piece scraped across the ring, stretching it to its extreme. He reached around her torso and took hold of her breasts, caressing them, emitting signals of warmth and pleasure to them as he eased himself deeper and deeper. Her bowels transmitted a murky warmth to his cock, a strange, exhilarating contrast to the tightness of the entrance. When his penetration reached its apogee, he moaned with delight. He would not let the female deny this experience to him, he thought. It was wildly exciting and pleasurable. He transmitted his approval of her obedience and compliance to the woman and he heard her moan with pleasure. When he began to draw his cock back and forth over the rim of her rear orifice, the woman's body shuddered.
Once the discomfort of the man's invasion has passed, Kelly let the waves of pleasure roll through her body. She arched her back and spread her legs wider to ease the man's penetration. She could feel her pussy burn with lust as he slowly, deliberately plowed her ass. Her breasts felt afire with the feverish energy that passed through the man's hands. He was possessing her as no man ever had. He was bringing her a form of bodily delight she had never fathomed. A part of her was shamed by her enjoyment of this deviant form of intercourse, but she had no will to fight it. She knew she would never again try to refuse this use of her body to the man. She felt that it was his right to possess her at any time and in any way he wanted. She had innocently thought she was the owner of his handsome, desirable flesh. But it was he that owned her, he that controlled her pleasures and desires. She would serve him willingly in any way he wished.
When the dream man came, Kelly came too. Her pussy pulsed and contracted and she howled her pleasure in the shower chamber, her voice echoing off of the glass and tile walls. Her body was still being pummeled by the hot stream of water from the shower and the steam around her made her feel her body had entered a strange, new plane. The man grunted his pleasure as his semen washed into her bowels. When he was done, he leaned against her for a moment, caressing her breasts softly.
The man afterwards washed himself clean. He then poured shampoo onto her head and washed her hair. His hands massaged her scalp gently, making her sigh with pleasure. He made sure all of the strands of her long, reddish brown hair were covered with suds. He rinsed her hair thoroughly, added crème rinse and then rinsed it again twice.
Kelly's captor crouched in the shower while she returned the favor. Her body was warm with satisfaction at her pleasing of the man. She cleaned his hair with all the love and caring she could give it. She was glad she was fully opened to him, glad he had brought her to pleasure there. The small orifice he had entered still reverberated with the echo of his presence. Her reticence and momentary revolt against him was all but forgotten. When she had finished rinsing his long, black locks for the third time, she crouched down behind him and pressed her body to his, circling his torso with her arms and kissing his neck.
The man dried her body with a large soft towel. He brushed the tangles from her hair and even used the hair drier to remove the dampness. She happily did his. Her body felt warm and refreshed. She brushed her teeth and handed him an unopened package containing a new, fresh toothbrush she had bought the other day and he followed her example. She showed him how to bind her now dried hair into a ponytail behind her back. When he had done it, he turned her body around and gave her a deep, soulful kiss. She ran her hands over his broad, strong shoulders and arms as she pressed her body against him.
When they parted, he retrieved the cord which had bound her wrists behind her for most of the day. Her joy turned bitter when she saw it in his hands and she took a tiny step back from him. She didn't want to be tied. Her shower with him had been an idyllic, liberating interlude. She had felt, for a little while, like a willing, almost equal partner with the strange man.
Kelly's visitor saw and felt her disappointment and sorrow at the prospect of being bound again. It was a sure sign his work with her was not yet complete. Her very thought that she had a right to the use of her body in any way other than as he desired it proved the need for her confinement. He placed his hand on her head and sent her a strong message of her need to obey him, to serve him, coupled with a small signal of punishment for her effrontery.
Kelly felt the man's energy pass through her. She remembered at once her duty to him even as the sensation of his displeasure caused her body suddenly to cringe and ache. Her physical misery lasted only a few seconds, but her sorrow at disappointing him caused it to echo throughout her after it passed. She was ashamed she had made him angry. She recognized her punishment as deserving. She started to cry. She had spoiled it. She looked at him despondently. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she would obey him, that she existed only to serve him. She was afraid he would leave, abandon her. Her lips trembled. What had happened to her that she needed him so? She didn't even know who he was, where he had come from, his name? She was a respected scientist, a self determined, free woman. And yet every pore of her body felt drawn to this man's flesh, to his will. She felt like she should fall to his feet and beg his forgiveness.
The dream man saw his familiar's acute discomfort and unhappiness. It was unfortunate she needed to be punished, but he saw she had benefited from it. He sensed there would be other bumps and detours along the road to her ultimate submission. He caressed her breast with his hand as a sign of his forgiveness for her sin. Her face calmed as her body received his warm, comforting energy. She wiped the tears away from her face with her fists and gave him a little smile. He urged her with a motion of his head to turn around and she complied happily. She presented her crossed, delicate, pale wrists behind her back and he tied them off.
The dream man led Kelly directly from the bathroom to the bedroom. She watched patiently as he reassembled the bed into proper order. Their seemingly endless bouts of passion on it had scattered the sheets, pillows and comforter all over. When the bed had been made, he seemed to have an intuitive understanding at how to do it, he drew back the covers and had her lay face down on the mattress, her head on a pillow at the head of the bed. She felt him bind her ankles together and then raise them to join them with her wrists. It was a loose, comfortable tie that left her able to draw her feet some distance from her hands.
He left her there for a few moments while he made his rounds of the small house, extinguishing lights, checking the door and windows. When he returned, he pushed her to her side so she would be facing him. He turned off the small table lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness, climbed in the bed and, before drawing the sheets up over their bodies, ran his hands over he
r proffered breasts and belly.
Kelly felt oddly secure and comfortable in her bindings. She rationalized he would not confine her so if she were not important to him. She felt pleased to have succumbed to his will for her. When darkness fell in the room, she sensed her dream man bring his body close to hers. She welcomed his hands on her body, reveling at his touch. When he drew the sheet and the heavy comforter over them both, she let her body and mind relax. In a very short while, she was asleep.
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CHAPTER SIX
The morning, at first, brought to Kelly a continuation of the previous day's idyll. When she awoke, the drapes to her bedroom were still drawn closed and the emerging sign of day glowed through them, illuminating the room with a soft, diffused light. The clock was behind her on the dresser and she could not turn to see what time it was, but she guessed it was about 7:30 or so.
She had been startled for a moment on her awakening by the fact of her bound hands and legs, but when she saw the sleeping form of the man before her, it had all come back to her. She immediately felt a deep, almost painful longing for him. He was lying on his stomach, his powerful arm crooked under the pillow, his face turned away from hers. His long, jet black hair lay across his broad back. The quilt that covered them both reached just up to a few inches from his shoulders and she could see the form of his tall, heavy body underneath it. “What a pleasing picture we make,” Kelly thought, ironically. “A scene of domestic bliss.” For although she was helplessly bound, her body too was concealed under the covers and all an observer would see was a man and woman in bed, the man sleeping, the woman lovingly casting her eyes on his form.
