Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  “This way,” said Belle, hurrying off down a darkened corridor. I hurried after her, wondering how she always seemed to know which direction to go.

  Finally, we turned a corner and emerged into a wider space, dominated by an ad-hoc arrangement of graphite cuboids, each one perhaps two feet on each side, featureless but for the occasional pulsing light on the smooth surface and snaking tendrils of thick tubes that emerged from the cubes and disappeared into sockets on the floor. The collection of dark objects was arranged in the center of the room, surrounded by an old and battered pair of sofas, and a threadbare armchair. This must have been the janitor’s break room, I thought to myself, remembering old Gus, the kindly old custodian of city hall, a permanent fixture in the old building, having worked here for as long as I’d been alive. I wondered where he was now, whether he had been caught up in this whole mess.

  Belle set to work without hesitation, crouching behind the stack of objects and pawing at the smooth surface, tracing out incantations that I couldn’t understand. I moved beside her and crouched down, studying the flawless grey surface of the nearest cube. “What are they?” I asked, reaching my hand up to caress the smooth box.

  “These are computing modules. Kyla’s people have networked them together to create a device that rivals your entire planet’s computational capability.”

  I sighed, marvelling at the notion that these four or five tiny boxes could be as powerful as every computer that humanity had ever built. Belle’s people were so far beyond anything that we could imagine that we must appear as ants to them, us humans with our Nintendos and digital watches. I found myself questioning why Belle even bothered with me, why she was attracted to someone so primitive and dumb.

  Before I could wallow too much in racial self-pity, Belle reached into her ear and plucked out the tiny earpiece that had protected us from Lyanda’s thought control technology.

  “Belle! Is it safe?” I exclaimed.

  “Yes, we’re quite safe here,” she reassured me. “The device Jolani gave me contained the virus that we will insert into Kyla’s mainframe. It must come into contact with the computational substrate in order to commence the binary transfer sequence.”

  Once again I, as Earth’s sole ambassador with the Vulvans, nodded sagely, pretending I had the faintest idea what she was talking about.

  “How long will it take?” I asked.

  “I will need about ten minutes to prepare the substrate, then the transfer will be instantaneous. But I must concentrate. The preparation is complex and requires focus. It is imperative that you don’t let me be disturbed.”

  I nodded, wondering what would disturb her down here. Spiders? Rats?. Suddenly, Belle leaned her head to one side and frowned, appearing deep in concentration. “Do you hear that?” she whispered.

  I turned my head and concentrated, but heard nothing. “No, I… wait...” I did hear something. A faint rhythmic clicking, getting louder with every second.

  “Those are footsteps. It must be a patrol,” she hissed, looking around frantically. “We cannot be caught, or humanity is doomed!”

  I fumbled with the silver ovoid in my hand. “Can’t we use these?” I asked.

  “No!” Belle said, shaking her head. “The computation modules are Orgasmium based, a stray hit with the disruptor pulse would trigger a cascade reaction and reduce Sycamore Falls to rubble!”

  “That’s not good…” I offered with a faint smile, attempting to diffuse the situation.

  “No.”

  I peered over the top of the black cubes at the entrance to the room, the slightest flicker of a plan beginning to form in my mind.

  “You stay here, do what you need to do. I will buy us some time.” I leaned forwards and kissed Belle square on the lips, relishing the hot taste of her mouth. “Keep your head down, and just remember, whatever happens, I love you!”

  She pulled back and stared at me, blinking with surprise. “And I… love you too Laura,” she breathed. “Thank you,” she added with a shy smile.

  With that, I jumped to my feet and walked around to the other side of the stack of computers, frantically trying to flesh out the half-baked idea that had leaped into my head.

  I stepped out into the corridor just as the guard rounded the corner. A redhead this time, standard Sextrooper uniform, bold features with flashing green eyes and long, long legs.

  She spotted me instantly and raised her weapon. “Halt. Who are you? What are you doing here?”

  I shuffled to a stop and turned my feet inwards, lowering my head and raising a finger to my lower lip. “P-please don’t h-hurt me miss,” I whispered, attempting to sound as pathetic and defenceless as I possibly could. “I got lost, I’m from the pleasure room on the fifth floor.” I hoped my lie sounded convincing.

  The redhead eyed me suspiciously. “I didn’t know there was a … pleasure room on the fifth floor. I guess the brass doesn’t want us grunts to know what they get up to up there, huh?” she said, lowering her weapon slightly.

  “No miss.”

  “Well, you’re certainly a cute one, for an Earth girl,” she said, lowering her weapon completely.

  “Thank you miss,” I purred, twisting my leg back and forth in what I hoped looked coquettish and willing. “I like you too…” I added.

  The redhead’s eyes crawled up and down my body, lingering on my breasts and the fine tuft of hair over my pussy.

  “Please miss, I’m scared. It’s dark down here and I don’t like to be alone. Will you hold me?” I drawled, surprised by how manipulative and bold I was being.

  The guard looked surprised, then glanced around, perhaps afraid that she might be caught by her comrades. Then she stepped over to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling my body against hers.

  My heart was beating quickly and my mind was racing. I’d barely even touched another woman that wasn’t Belle, let alone seduced one like this. I reached down with trembling hands and stroked my fingers around the tall redhead’s waist around to her ass, where I took greedy handfuls of flesh and squeezed lightly.

  The guard tensed up and pulled back from me.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Please miss. The governor is so cruel to us, she never lets her girls play together. I just want someone to be gentle with me,” I paused and nibbled on my lower lip, dipping my eyes to her breasts, “I just want to feel… loved.”

  I felt the guard’s breathing change and the hammering of her heart in her chest. She looked at me with a bold longing, her suspicion melting away with every passing second that she held me in her arms.

  “I-I’m not sure… the governor… she…” the girl whispered, but I could sense her resolve weakening.

  “Can it be our little secret?” I purred, placing my hand flat on the girl’s chest. “I need this so, so bad,” I added, panting a little.

  The guard sighed and leaned forward, nuzzling herself into my neck, planting soft kisses on my burning skin. I moaned audibly, granting her permission to continue with my sensual response. I felt her hands begin to explore me, stroking my stomach and hips, then upwards with more confidence to grip my breast and squeeze gently.

  “We should…” she whispered, licking my neck, “... go to the room…” she kissed up to my ear and nibbled my fleshy lobe, “... down there. There’s a sofa…”

  “No!” I gasped, suddenly terrified that my seductive plan would backfire. The girl looked up from my ear with an expression of surprise. I pushed her against a side door and it fell open to reveal a dirty cupboard with a broad workbench against one wall. “T-take me in here, I want it dirty, rough,” I improvised, pushing her back against the bench.

  She nodded, too lost in her own desire to question my motives. Her hands clutched at me frantically now and her mouth returned to my ear. If I’d been wearing any clothes, she would have ripped them off and tossed them aside. As it was, she settled for grabbing at my tits, my ass, my neck. I felt overwhelmed by the ferocity o
f her desire and allowed myself to succumb.

  “H-help me get undressed,” she panted, and I lifted my hands to her jacket, fumbling with the zipper with trembling fingers. A brief feeling of regret flashed through my fevered mind, wishing that the redhead was wearing one of Belle’s special space suits. It would make it so much easier to get her undressed, I thought, just being able to snap my fingers and have it melt away.

  But for some reason, the Sextroopers wore good old Earth clothes, with all their fumbling fastenings and fiddly fixings.

  After an eternity, she shrugged out of her jacket and threw it aside, then lifted her skimpy vest top over her head. Meanwhile, I squatted town and pulled her tight miniskirt down her legs, dragging her pantyhose and panties down with it.

  “Up,” I commanded, forgetting my docile act, and she hopped gracefully up onto the smooth surface of the bench, perching on the edge. I remained where I was and pulled her high heeled boots off together, then dragged her hosiery and underwear off with them in a single motion.

  I stood and stepped back, breathing heavily, overcome with a lust and hunger that surprised me. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this! I thought with a pang of guilt. I pushed aside the feeling and gazed at the redheaded beauty sitting on the bench in front of me.

  “Do you like what you see, Earth girl?” she purred, reaching up and squeezing her nipples between her thumb and index finger.

  “Y-yes miss,” I whispered, returning to the nervous little girl persona that I’d used to such great effect so far. “I… I…”

  “What is it little one?” she asked.

  “I… May I… May I lick your pussy miss?” I asked, staring at the floor of the cupboard, my eagerness only half-faked.

  The girl sighed and gazed down at me with a look of feverish intoxication in her eyes. “You may,” she breathed, barely audible even in the enclosed space of the cupboard.

  I dropped down to my knees without a second thought and shuffled forward into position. Meanwhile, the redhead slid forwards on the bench until her pussy hung over the edge. Then she parted her knees and lifted her left foot up onto the surface beside her.

  I gazed at her dripping folds, a complex geography of wet, pink flesh, topped by a crest of fine red hair. A distant part of me remembered that I was seeing what I wanted to see, that this alien woman had a body like Belle’s somewhere beneath the layers of this strange perceptive field. But I didn’t care. Her sex looked real enough to me, and I realized that my visualization of it was a subconscious embodiment of some deep fantasy that I had. Did I like redheads? I thought to myself.

  I reached up with my hand and traced a finger delicately over her labia, relishing the moist warmth and shiver of appreciation that greeted my tender touch. I looked up at her, feigning a need for reassurance and approval. She nodded and smiled, then leaned back against the wall and rested her hand on my head.

  I took the hint and leaned down, touching my mouth to her pussy, kissing her gently. Then I dove in with my tongue, lapping at her lips, savoring the taste of this exotic juice. I felt my nose fill with the smell of her, rich and musky, alive with desire and need. The unique aroma drove me forwards, fueling my tongue with a glorious energy, and I licked her hungrily.

  Above me, she moaned and plunged her fingers deeper into my hair, pulling my head towards her. I allowed myself to be manipulated, surrendered to her encouragement. I licked upwards, drawing my tongue from her quivering hole to the throbbing bulge of her clitoris and I began work there, enjoying the way it made her squirm and moan.

  As I worked her clit, the girl’s body began to move, pushing upwards on the bench with her foot, gripping me by my hair, grinding her hips into my face. Soon, I was barely participating in the act, becoming nothing more than a tool that she was using to reach fulfillment. To my surprise, the idea thrilled me, the notion of being a willing, immobile participant in someone else’s pleasure. An object to be used as someone else saw fit.

  I became aware of a blossoming warmth inside me, a blooming bud of desire that had taken root in my pussy. I allowed it to grow, nurturing the sensation as it radiated outwards into my body. There was something about this whole situation, something seedy and forbidden. On my knees with my mouth locked on the pussy of a complete stranger; smeared with wet flesh and delicious juices; marching to the beat of someone else’s drum. And the danger; playing my part in a game where the stakes were greater than I could even imagine, risking capture (and worse) with every second I stayed in this place, the very fate of countless numbers of people resting on how I performed. And Belle; pretty, blonde, Belle. She had awakened a side of me that I never knew existed, showed me things that I never dreamed possible. Not just the sex, or the surprising attraction to women, but also the bold, daring side to my personality that was driving me through this whole ordeal. An image of her face rose in my mind - simple, pretty, with mannerisms that were maddeningly compelling and endlessly attractive.

  As I pictured my alien lover, I felt myself come alive and seized control back from the redhead Sextrooper. I lifted my hands and coiled my arms around her thighs, pushing her back against the bench and preventing her from moving. Then I pushed down on her clit with renewed vigor, swirling my tongue around in increasingly quick circles. The girl screamed out and pulled at my hair. I sensed her breathing change, long sighs becoming quick panting moans. Her body went tense, thighs gripping my head. Her hand shifted to the bench, grabbing the edge, seeking an anchor against the maelstrom that raged in her body. “Ahhhhh,” she cried out and cursed in a language I didn’t recognize. Then her ass lifted off the bench and thrust forward one final time, pushing against my face, locking my tongue in place on her clit.

  I felt a hot spurt on my cheeks, a sudden rush of liquid warmth as she came over me. Her body started to shake uncontrollably, and I felt her feet slide over my back as if seeking purchase. Her head thrashed from side to side, neck muscles bulging outwards alarmingly.

  And then she was still. All hint of life and animation left her, aside for the rhythmic panting of her breath, labored and quick. Her head fell to the side, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her hand slid off my head, coming to rest limply by her side. I sat back, face still wet with her juices. She didn’t acknowledge me, didn’t attempt to speak to me, I wondered if she even remembered I was there.

  “M-miss,” I breathed, “I should be getting back now. The governor will come looking for me, I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”

  “Yes, yes, go,” she panted, opening her eyes and peering at me with a look of contented exhaustion. I turned to leave, and she spoke again. “Oh, and girl?”

  My heart skipped a beat. “Yes, miss?”

  “Thank you,” she said with a genuine smile.

  I stepped out of the closet and into the hallway, wiping my face. I turned to the computation room and saw Belle jogging down the corridor towards me. She looked at my flushed face and wet mouth and smiled. “Had a good time without me?” she whispered.

  “Just doing my job ma’am,” I quipped, realizing that I was in a weird kind of action movie. “Did you do the… uh… virus… thing.”

  “Yes, it has been upload. It will begin to propagate in ten minutes. We need to be up on the roof, ready for phaseshift by then.”

  I nodded. “Lead on,” I said.

  Suddenly, there was a loud wailing sound from the building’s PA system, a repeating tone that raised and lowered with a rhythmic interval.

  “The alarm,” Belle spat, “someone must have discovered the guard upstairs!”

  “What do we do?”

  Belle looked around hurriedly. “We run, now!”

  She grabbed my hand and set off down the corridor, dragging me behind her just as the closet door opened and the naked redhead emerged looking shocked and confused, clutching her pile of discarded clothes to her chest.

  The pair of us ran as quickly as we could, tearing round corners and darting through double doors until we reached the elevator. I reac
hed forward to press the call button and Belle grabbed my wrist. “No time, we’ll take the stairs,” she said, seemingly eerily calm.

  She dragged me again, pulling me through the door to the staircase, and we set off up the narrow steps as quickly as we could on our low heels. Around us, the building was coming alive, the sound of the klaxon alarm punctuated by a cacophony of female voices from every floor that we passed.

  Up one, two, three floors we bounded, not pausing for anything, pushing through the burning exhaustion in our bodies. I found myself feeling strangely alive, close to the end of this difficult mission, fleeing for our very lives, naked and wild!

  Below us, a door crashed open and I caught a glimpse of a small group of Sextroopers flooding into the staircase.

  “Up there!” called out a female voice and the staircase began to echo with the sound of multiple heels clicking on the hard floor.

  “Quickly,” shouted Belle, urging me forward with a sharp tug on my wrist. We reached the fourth floor and skidded to a halt just as another door above us crashed open. From two flights up, another excited clamor of voices. We were surrounded!

  “What do we do?” I demanded, my earlier excitement vanishing in a flash of intense fear.

  Belle looked around, trying to improvise a strategy. The doors to the fourth floor were open, but that would cut us off from the staircase and we needed to get to the roof for the phaseshift to work. Without that, we were stuck in Sycamore Falls with half a battalion of Sextroopers looking for us.

  As I watched, she calmly stepped across the landing to a small closet in the corner. A maintenance cupboard or something, barely big enough for one, let alone two.

  Clutching the handle of the closet door, she pulled it open. “Get in,” she said, “hurry, they’ll be here in a second.”

  “What about you?” I wailed, realizing what she was planning.

  She reached up and grabbed my upper arms, simultaneously attempting to reassure me and move me towards the closet. “I’ll head down there and lead them off,” she said, gesturing at the double doors out onto the fourth floor. “When they’re gone, you head up to the roof and wait. The ship is programmed to phaseshift you automatically if it detects you there alone for more than five minutes.”