Yar and the Orgasmizer 9000

by Angelique Anjou

  Within moments, Adrianne felt her body climbing toward release once more. She could barely catch her breath, could barely think, but she was certain of one thing, she wanted Yar inside of her this time. Clutching his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips. To her relief, he obliged, aligning the head of his cock with her sex and thrusting. As wet as she was, it took a moment for her body to adjust to the girth of his cock. She pushed against him until finally she felt him sliding fully inside of her. He allowed her to set the rhythm, thrusting and withdrawing in direct counterpoint to her own movements. When she began the little gasping breaths that proceeded her climax, he rolled onto his back, bringing her to a sitting position above him. She moved over him, searching for just the right angle that would give her the most pleasure, opening her eyes to watch him.

  His face was tense with concentration as he held her hips to steady her. It was all she needed to send her over the edge once more into ultimate bliss. He gripped her hips as her climax took her, continuing to thrust as her climax hit her so explosively it sapped all the strength from her limbs.

  Finally, she collapsed weakly against him, fighting for breath. It was several moments before she realized the heartbeat thundering in her ears was his, not her own, and several moments more before she realized that she had climaxed, explosively, twice, and he had not.

  Disappointment flooded her. “You didn’t come.”

  Yar’s expression was one of confusion.

  Weakly, Adrianne slid off of him. “You didn’t … enjoy it?”

  “It is not allowed,” he said hoarsely.

  Adrianne stared at him in dismay. “Not … but….”

  “You are … satisfied?”

  “Thoroughly,” Adrianne gasped weakly.

  “May I go now?”

  Adrianne stared at him. He looked as if he was in pain and suddenly it dawned on her why he was so anxious to leave. “You may not.”

  He looked dismayed.

  “This is Earth,” Adrianne murmured, leaning toward him. “We share the pleasure. You give me pleasure and I give you pleasure.” She kissed him lingeringly on the lips, then pulled back to look at him.

  He was studying her, as if he wasn’t certain she had meant it. “I can … take pleasure?”

  Adrianne smiled. “I insist.”

  He pushed her to the bed and rolled over her. His cock was hard as a rock as he pushed inside of her. Having climaxed twice already, Adrianne was a little stunned at the shock waves of pleasure that went through her the moment he entered her. Her body convulsed around his hard flesh, gripping it like a massaging hand. Digging her heels into the bed, she thrust against him as he began to move. He held himself slightly above her, supporting his weight on his elbows and Adrianne caressed his chest as he moved inside of her, marveling at the feel of his skin and muscles against her palms.

  She looked up at him. “I love the way you feel inside of me,” she whispered huskily.

  He stiffened at her words, his face contorting almost as if he was in pain. With a hoarse gasp, he began to move again, faster and harder, driving into her hard enough she began to slide upwards on the bed. She gripped him more tightly, gasping as she felt her body tensing on the verge of release.

  She cried out as her body exploded with intense pleasure. With a hoarse cry that sounded as if he was dying, Yar’s body jerked convulsively as he, too, found release at last. He collapsed bonelessly on top of her as if too weak to hold himself up, his body still shuddering with release.

  Adrianne struggled for breath, stroking his back lovingly. Finally, he gathered himself and rolled off of her, much to her relief. Dragging in a deep, much needed breath of air, she rolled over to face him, smiling at the expression of relaxed repletion on his face. Finally, she reached up and caressed his cheek. He opened his eyes. “It was wonderful … every time. But the last was the very best.”

  He pulled her close, hugging her tightly. “Thank you.”

  Something warm and almost painful filled Adrianne’s chest until she had to struggle to breathe. She stroked his soft hair. “It was my pleasure,” she murmured.

  * * * *

  Yar woke her a few hours later and made love to her again. Exhaustion claimed them afterwards and they slept until nearly dawn, when Adrianne was once more wakened by the skate of Yar’s hand over her hip. She smiled sleepily. “I’ve created a monster,” she muttered, but she realized after a moment that she would have all the time in the world to catch up on her sleep after Yar was gone. She didn’t want to waste a moment while he was with her.

  She didn’t think of the Orgasmizer9000 once while Yar was making love to her. As wonderful as the device was, Yar put it to shame.

  Finally, they showered and dressed and Adrianne knocked on the connecting door. After several moments, Darcy, looking as thoroughly fucked as she no doubt did, opened the door. Her hair was standing on end, her mouth, neck and chest reddened from whisker burn, and her eyes blurry and unfocused.

  “Ready?” Adrianne asked with forced cheerfulness.

  Darcy merely stared at her blankly for several moments before enlightenment dawned. She nodded. “Gimme a minute,” she slurred and slammed the door once more.

  They stopped for breakfast before leaving town. Adrianne was torn between happiness for her friend and jealousy as she watched Chance and Darcy bill and coo at each other over their breakfast plates.

  Yar was quieter than usual, if possible, frowning as he ate, and Adrianne wondered if it seemed as tasteless to him as it did to her. No doubt he was thinking about the fact that this would probably be his last Earth breakfast.

  She was tempted to ask him if he’d rather just turn around and go back home with her. Somehow, the idea of getting rich off of the Orgasmizer9000 had lost its glow. None of the things she’d planned to buy once she was rolling in money, nor any of the things she’d planned to do seemed nearly as exciting when she thought about the fact that she would only have Darcy to share the thrill with. Of course, if she had lots and lots of money, she would have many opportunities to meet all sorts of men.

  None of them would be Yar, though, she thought glumly.

  Resolutely, she dismissed it as they paid for their meals and left, heading toward Roswell.

  They were in no particular hurry since they were within a few hundred miles of their goal now. They could not attempt a rescue before it was good dark. Serena was being held on a base, which would be guarded, and it would be all too easy to see them during daylight.

  Arriving at last in the late afternoon, they found a hotel first, renting two rooms again, although Adrianne was fairly certain she wouldn’t be sharing a room with Yar that night.

  It occurred to her that they could just surveil the place and then work out a plan and try for Serena’s release the following night, but it also occurred to her that the scientists that had been brought in to study her might be more interested in studying her corpse than talking to Serena. For that matter, who knew if she could survive the FEDS’ debriefing? It was all very well to talk about the Geneva Convention, but she doubted the FEDS would consider an alien’s rights to be the equivalent of human rights.

  It was only right to move as quickly as they were able to.

  When they’d settled in their rooms, Chance left to see what information he could glean. He returned a couple of hours later with a local youth who’d offered to act as guide.

  As Chance had done when he’d shown them the crash site, the youth led them down winding, overgrown tracks that wandered in first one direction and then another. After a couple of hours of driving around endlessly, he showed them a place to park the van.

  Darcy decided to join them. Adrianne wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. Darcy and Chance were so wrapped up in each other neither of them were paying a lot of attention to what was happening around them. Besides, they’d had to make a quick getaway before. They might have to again.

  Darcy and Chance both insisted, however, so the f
our of them, led by the youth, made their way cautiously toward the base until they were close enough to see. Except for the dangerous looking guards at the gates, the place looked deserted. There wasn’t a soul in sight or even a vehicle.

  Stealthily, they made their way around the base, checking each building for any sign of occupancy. Finally, they struck pay dirt when they reached the hangars. Several vehicles were parked outside and guards were stationed in front of the hangar doors.

  Adrianne looked around, trying to decide if they would be able to drive a little closer after dark. “What do you think, guys? Do you think the van could make it across the desert here?”

  The young man glanced at her. “They’d hear you miles before you got here. Sound carries, even if they didn’t see you.”

  “Shit! No way could we run that far with the soldiers behind us. The van must be two miles from here, at least.”

  The youth looked startled. “Why would the soldiers be chasing you?”

  Chance gave her a look. “She meant if they saw us.”

  The youth accepted the comment without remark. “If you had a couple of horses, you could muffle their hooves and probably get a lot closer. Of course the horses would probably be nickering, but there’s still a few wild horses around here. They might not think anything of it.”

  “Unfortunately, I don’t ride,” Adrianne said. “What about you, Chance?”

  He shrugged. “I have. Can’t say I’m great with horses, but the horses they rent out for trail rides are usually pretty manageable.”

  Adrianne glanced around again. It seemed likely that the FEDS had transported the ship to the hangar, but would they be holding Serena there? Somehow, she doubted it. Of course, the building was large enough to put several houses in it, so it was possible. “Let’s look around some more … see if any of the other buildings are occupied.”

  There were more guards at the back of the hangar, but Adrianne spotted a walk-in door about halfway down one side … probably locked, but she made a mental note of it. As they made a circuit of the base, they discovered a smaller building that also appeared to be occupied. Two guards stood outside. “I wonder what that building is,” Adrianne muttered out loud.

  “I think it’s the brig,” the young man volunteered. “They must have somebody in there or they wouldn’t be guarding it.”

  Chance and Adrianne exchanged a glance. “You think so?” Adrianne asked.

  The boy shrugged. “The place was deserted for a while … or mostly--only a couple of guards at the main gate that we saw. Me and a couple of my buddies came out here once to check it out. I’m pretty sure that’s the brig.”

  They made the long walk back to the van, drove back to town and dropped the boy off. “I’m not too keen about the horse idea, but I honestly don’t see another way. We can’t get close enough to the base to have much of a chance of escape otherwise.”

  Since no one else seemed to have a better idea, they located a stable and arranged to rent horses for a trail ride. Adrianne didn’t feel up to the task of trying to load the horses in a horse trailer, and, in any case, Darcy didn’t have a trailer hitch, so she told the man they were ‘camping out’ in the van and asked if he’d deliver them to a designated spot so that they could get an early start the next morning.

  It meant sitting out in the desert while they awaited delivery, but she couldn’t think of a better alternative. The man looked at her a little strangely, but agreed readily enough that he could deliver the horses after he closed the stables for the evening.

  They had nothing to do then but kick their heels for several hours. Adrianne found she was a nervous wreck. She knew she’d be climbing the walls if they stayed in the motel waiting. So she suggested instead that they go out to eat and then go to a club for a drink.

  It was obvious from Yar’s expression that he had no idea what she was talking about, but he never disagreed with any of her suggestions. Chance perked up at the proposal, which made Adrianne a little uneasy. “Three drink limit,” she said firmly.

  “I’m not driving,” Chance said indignantly.

  “You’ll be riding, though. If you fall off your horse, I’ll be alone.”

  “Yar’s coming, isn’t he?”

  “I seriously doubt if he knows any more about horses than I do, but it’d probably be a good idea to have him with us when … if we get Serena,” Adrianne said, glancing at Yar. “Are you coming with us?”

  He nodded.

  Chapter Seven

  The bar was hot with the crush of bodies and the music almost overwhelming as the four of them made their way inside. Adrianne caught a glimpse of a table near the back that was empty and started toward it. Like most bars, she felt like salmon swimming upstream as she struggled through the tangle of gyrating bodies with Yar, Darcy, and Chance trailing behind.

  A waitress buzzed by when they were seated, collected their orders and vanished. Adrianne wasn’t particularly fond of country music, which seemed the flavor of the day in the bar--probably the flavor of every day from the looks of the patrons. She was far more interested in getting a drink to soothe her nerves anyway, particularly when she noticed two men that stuck out like a sore thumb.

  The ‘small’ one was about Yar’s size, and white. He was almost dwarfed by the other man, who was a very light skinned man of African descent.

  She’d noticed the two men twice before, once when they stopped for lunch the day before and then again earlier today. Three times was no coincidence.

  They might as well have been wearing a placard that read ‘FEDS’.

  Adrianne took a gulp of her drink when it arrived, almost choking on it.

  Leaning forward when she caught her breath, she asked, “Do you see those two men over there?”

  Chance was busy chugging his beer. Yar and Darcy glanced around cautiously.

  “Which two men?” Darcy asked dryly.

  “The two men that have been following us that look like federal agents,” Adrianne said tartly.

  Chance strangled on a mouth full of beer. He coughed for five minutes. By the time he was able to catch his breath, the two men had vanished. “Where?”

  Adrianne looked around. “They’re gone now.”

  “What makes you think they’re following us?” Darcy asked in a scared voice.

  “This is the third time I’ve seen them since Arizona. Don’t you think it’s a hell of a coincidence that they’ve shown up at the same place we were three times in a row?”

  “But … how could they follow us? Why would they follow us?”

  “Maybe they’ve figured out we’re up to something? Maybe we didn’t get clean away like we thought we did back there at the crash site?”

  Darcy took a long swig of her drink. “I’d like to go now.”

  Adrianne shook her head. “They’re probably waiting outside for us. We’ll have to figure out a way to lose them before we leave.”

  Yar took an experimental sip of the beer Adrianne had bought him and made a face. Despite her anxiety, or maybe because she was so tense, Adrianne chuckled. “I don’t like it either, but men seem to.”

  Chance made a snorting noise and Adrianne glanced at him suspiciously. “What?”

  Her eyes narrowed. Obviously, he felt intimidated by Yar. He seized every opportunity to make cutting remarks. Thankfully, Yar ignored him … or maybe he didn’t understand their language and customs well enough to realize Chance was being an asshole? In any case, she was relieved, whether it was ignorance or just Yar’s good nature that kept him from clobbering Chance. “You know. Cut it out.”

  Chance shrugged and turned to look at the dancers.

  “We need to work out a game plan,” Adrianne said. “Or maybe I should say, work on the details.”

  Again, Chance shrugged. “We take the horses as close as we can get, sneak in, break this alien female out, ride off into the sunset.”

  Adrianne glared at him, but before she could demand to know what they were supposed to do abo
ut the guards, a woman came up to the table.

  “Mind if I borrow your man for a dance?”

  Adrianne looked the woman over. The woman had spoken to her, but she hadn’t taken her eyes off of Yar and Adrianne didn’t like the way she was looking at Yar … at all. Unfortunately, Yar wasn’t hers. She shrugged. “You want to dance, Yar?”

  He smiled. “I love to dance.”

  “Have at it,” Adrianne said tightly, focusing on the drink in her hands.

  When Yar rose and left, she turned to watch the two wind their way through the crowd to the dance floor and finally, resolutely, turned her back on the pair.

  “What are we going to do about the guards?”

  “I think, between me and Yar, we can handle them,” Chance said cockily, sending Darcy a smoldering look.

  “We’re not going to have time for you guys to ‘have fun’. We need to get in and get out.”

  Chance shrugged. “Got any pepper gas?”

  Adrianne frowned as it occurred to her to wonder how Yar’s Orgasmizer would work on a man. If it worked the same way on men as it worked on women all they had to do was give the guards a jolt and they’d be incapacitated long enough for them to tie the men up. A smile curled her lips, and she turned to look in the direction that Yar had gone.

  She could no longer see him. A crowd had closed around Yar and the woman.

  He must be a pretty good dancer if the crowd was any indication. Even as she turned, the women in the group began to stamp their feet and scream encouragement. Curious, she craned her neck to see what was going on.

  She still couldn’t see anything and finally stood up. Just as she did so, Yar leapt on top of a table. He was nude from the waist up, gyrating his hips while he slipped the T-shirt back and forth between his legs--like a male stripper. Adrianne’s jaw dropped as he reached for the snap of his jeans.

  “Oh my God!”

  “What?” Chance said, responding to the horror in her voice by leaping to his feet.

  At just that moment, a very male roar interrupted the feminine whoops of appreciation, and the table Yar was dancing on shuddered, as if from a blow.