by Beva John
But this is different.
Both my serious boyfriends went down on me, but it didn’t feel like this. Raan’s tongue has a different texture and his approach is different as well. He doesn’t latch on to my clit, overwhelming me. Instead, he teases me, barely touching my clit, then retreats, licking down my folds, dipping into my core. His tongue is long and feels fantastic.
And as strange as it might seem, I wonder if his saliva is magic. As he licks me, my skin seems to tingle.
Over and over his tongue teases me, working up to my clit, then retreating. It is like a dance – forward and back.
I feel a familiar inner pressure building up. “I’m afraid,” I gasp.
“Of what?”
“That this won’t work.”
I feel his smile against my skin, the faint rasp of those fangs. “Don’t worry, Sylvia. I am not in a hurry. We can take all day. All night. As long as it takes.”
No one has ever said this, I realize. Before, I always felt that there was a time limit, an unspoken expectation that I shouldn’t take so long to climax. That there was something wrong with me.
It wasn’t that my boyfriends were impatient, it was that I didn’t dare annoy them by taking too long.
Eventually, I would give up on myself. I would just tell them to use some petroleum jelly and get it done.
Their pleasure was always more important than mine.
But today, Raan acts as if my pleasure is the only thing that matters.
And, I realize with pleasure, he remembered my name. I’m not just some random human with an exotic clit. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“I am the thankful one,” he says and increases the rhythmic motions of his lips and tongue.
Then one of his hands reaches up to my breast, kneading it and pinching my nipple.
The double sensations – from breast and clit – make me groan, keening with pleasure and he continues his conquest, driving me crazy.
How long this continues, I don’t know, but eventually I cry out, “Please, oh please.”
I feel as if I am so close.
Close to falling.
Close to dying.
My fingers clench into fists and my back arches.
“Oh, my darling, green-eyed human,” Raan says with approval, his breath humming against me. Then that tongue, that wonderful alien tongue circles my sensitive flesh and his lips purse together. For a brief second, he sucks on my clit directly, the motion sudden and arousing.
Oh, God. It is like a knife of pleasure going through me.
My entire body spasms. I feel shuddering ripples through in my chest, my arms, my legs and my vision swims.
CHAPTER SIX
RAAN
“Oh God. Oh my God,” Sylvia cries out as her body shudders.
I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life than her face as she climaxes.
I feel a rush of pride that I have done this. That I have given my beautiful little human this pleasure and I hold her close, not wanting to let go.
Mine.
The realization surprises me, and yet, I know to the marrow of my bones that it is true.
She is mine now.
I don’t know how I’m going to keep her, but I will, if it is the last thing I do.
Her eyes are closed for a long moment, but then Sylvia opens them and looks at me with a sated, happy look. At first, she can’t speak, she just breathes deeply, gasping as her body calms. “Wow,” she says finally. “I never knew. No wonder everyone likes sex. That was – I can’t even describe it – wow. You’re great.”
I smile at her. “Were you praying?” I tease.
She laughs. “No. Was I? No. I just can’t believe what just happened.”
“Most excellent,” Hadr interrupts, stepping forward into my range of vision. “Thank you, Raan. I didn’t think you were capable of it.”
I want to kill him. A primitive wave of aggression overtakes me, startling me with its intensity, and I summon all my self-control not to lash out at him. Instead I rise to my feet and straighten my coat, wanting to hide the bulge in my pants. My cock feels solid like a rock.
Lerro looks at his screen and says, “The human female ejaculated as well. That will increase her price.” He hands me a cloth to wipe my face.
I hate the fact that he has such detailed biological data on her in his system. I say, “And since she has climaxed, there is no need for any further recording.”
“It is enough,” Hadr agrees.
I don’t trust him. “I will escort her to her sleeping rooms,” I say. I also arrange for two of the Katoll guards to come with me. My Sylvia is a rare, exotic find, and I don’t trust any of my crew not to try to steal her from me.
SYLVIA
It feels wonderful when the ankle and wrist restraints are unlocked, and I can finally climb off the examination table. I get dressed quickly and then Raan as well as two armed guards walk with me down the corridors to the room where all of us humans are staying. Now that I know more about alien culture, I recognize the decorative human clits in the ship architecture – they are subtle and stylized, but there is definitely a raised arch with a little nub beneath it. Some of them also have an indented circle below the nub. Yuck.
These decorations are found on several walls: by the elevators and in the entryways to new sections of the ship. As the aliens walk by, they casually reach out and touch the decorative clit with a finger.
I am amazed that I didn’t notice it before; it seems so obvious now. I notice that Raan doesn’t reach out as we pass the decorations. I don’t know if it is because he is not superstitious, or if having touched the real thing today, he has no need for a metal imitation.
Raan doesn’t say anything directly to me as I return to my room, and I feel embarrassed, not knowing what has just happened between us.
He made me come, but did it mean anything?
He’s an alien. He offered to make me climax so I wouldn’t be subjected to all the groping of the crew, but was it anything more than that?
It felt like something more to me, but I don’t know anything about alien mores.
It feels like we were on a weird first date, but it wasn’t that – not with the creepy blue and lion aliens watching us.
I feel stupid and horny at the same time.
And now that I know how it feels to climax, I’d like more, please.
Raan drops me off at my room and when the door closes behind me, everyone wants to know how I am. “I’m fine,” I say, and then I laugh nervously, covering my face with my hands.
Lindsey is astonished. “You sound like you’re high. Did they drug you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m fine. But I just went to third base with Raan.”
Martha is confused. “I don’t know what that means.”
Lindsey says bluntly, “He put his mouth on her private parts.”
Martha blushes. “Oh, dear.”
I suddenly feel like the slut in high school.
Iris is much nicer. She says, “Officer Raan? Good for you. He is very handsome – for an alien.”
Lindsey looks at me as if I have betrayed her. She says, “You know it doesn’t mean anything. He was just doing his job. Good cop bad cop.”
None of us know what she means, so she explains. “It’s when one guy pretends to be nice, just to get you to trust him.”
All my good feelings go out the window. She’s probably right. After all, we’re going to be sold as sex slaves. For all his nice words, and nice actions, Raan was just getting the job done.
RAAN
I speak to Captain Delk again privately. He snickers when I enter his room. “I never imagined that my First Merchandiser would be a porn celebrity.”
My time with Sylvia was streamed to the entire crew. Captain Delk isn’t the first to tease me about it. I say flatly, “I want to buy her. Sylvia. The one in the viewing.”
“You can’t afford her.”
“I’ve done my research. I know
what her fair market value is.”
Delk says, “Then you’re insane. She’ll cost an entire year’s salary.”
“I know.”
Delk shrugs, which is little more than a ripple across his thickset body. He knows I won’t cheat him, and he likes the idea of a quick, confirmed sale. “Fine. You’re leaving the ship soon, so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to take her with you when you go. But don’t announce it until you leave. I don’t want a mutiny on the ship.”
“Very well.”
Delk says, “I’ll let Hadr know that he doesn’t need to sell that one.”
“Thank you.” Knowing that Sylvia will soon be mine is a great relief. I take another deep breath. “But that is not all.”
“What else – are you thinking of buying a second human?” Captain Delk laughs at his own joke.
“No. But I want to sell them. Instead of Hadr.” After seeing how he treated Sylvia, I don’t want him to have anything to do with the humans.
Delk says, “He won’t like that. I’ve already assigned them to him, and he’s been arranging for buyers.”
“I can find better buyers, you know that. I’ve been your best Merchandiser in fifteen years.” I have access to all the ship’s sales data and I know my own worth.
“Yes, but can you close all the deals before you go?”
“Yes.” And if necessary, I won’t sleep.
Captain Delk hesitates. I can tell that he wants the profit, but he also doesn’t want the annoyance of Hadr’s anger. He’ll have to work with him when I’m gone, and he doesn’t want a disgruntled officer.
I close the deal by saying, “Hadr can have my commission on the sales and I’ll match it out of my savings.”
Delk’s three eyes widen. “Briiiiix,” he says slowly. “That human cunt must have addled your brain.” Then he laughs. “But Hadr will be an even bigger fool if he doesn’t take your money.”
I know I am doing the right thing, so I don’t care if Delk thinks I’m a fool. I say, “Thank you, sir,” and mean it.
The next day, I meet with the four human females.
I have set up an arrangement with comfortable chairs and a table with some food. I have done research on human diets. I wasn’t able to find any brownies or ice-cream for Sylvia, but I did find something called cake in our warehouse.
The four women enter the room warily, standing together in a tight grouping.
I don’t blame them. The last time they were taken from their room, they went to see Lerro in the Medical Bay. I ask the armed guards to wait outside in the hallway.
Once the door is closed, I smile at Sylvia, but she looks away nervously. She has arranged her long hair differently today. I see that it is held back with a ribbon, exposing her delicate ears and lovely throat.
My teeth ache, wanting to bite her neck.
And I can’t wait until I can dress her in something other than the ship’s ugly gray uniform.
But that is not the purpose of this meeting. With a flourish, I ask them to please sit down.
The brown one confronts me with her arms folded across her chest. “Where is Officer Hadr? I thought he was in charge of us.”
“Please sit down,” I repeat. “I will explain.”
They sit in chairs and wait.
I clear my throat. “I regret to inform you that you will all be sold. The purpose of this meeting is to talk with you and if possible, to find the best possible buyers for each of you, based on your individual preferences.”
The brown one says, “I prefer not to be sold at all. What have you to say about that?”
I think Hadr was fortunate that all this one did was bite him. If she had access to a weapon, she would have killed him. I say, “I appreciate the sentiment, but I cannot accommodate it.”
She makes a rude noise. “Can’t or won’t?”
Sylvia says quietly, “Give him a chance, Lindsey.”
The one called Lindsey glares at her. “Why should I? I don’t believe him. When he found us, he promised that they’d take care of us and what happened? The next day I was flat on my back with a pipe up my bat cave. Pardon me, Lizard man, if I don’t trust you or your fucking promises.”
I have no idea what a lizard is, but I understand her anger. I say diplomatically, “The more information I have, the better I can help you.”
“I don’t want your help,” Lindsey says rudely.
The virgin says quietly, “I want your help.”
I am pleased that at least one of the human females is intelligent enough to work with me. “And what is your name?”
“Martha.”
Martha is slightly taller than Sylvia with brown hair and brown eyes. I lean forward to address her. “Martha, as a virgin, you have an excellent bargaining position. I can get a very high price for you, so it is merely a matter of what you want. What kind of buyer would you like? Do you prefer a Brune, a Namvire or a Katoll? Or possibly something else? An older traveler or a younger one?”
She looks uncomfortable. “I don’t want to be sold for my body. Do I have any other choice?”
“To be honest, I doubt it, and whatever price I get for you will have to be approved by the captain. I can’t undersell you. But what other value do you have? What other skills or talents?”
“I can cook.”
It would be cruel to laugh at her, so I say only, “I doubt there is much market for human cooking. Tell me some of the other things you did when you lived on Earth.”
Martha says, “I sewed quilts, taught a Sunday School class, and sang in the choir.”
“Sing for me,” I say. “Stand up and let us hear you.”
Martha stands. She opens her mouth and sings:
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.
Her voice is clear and sweet, and the words are profoundly tender. I don’t understand them entirely, but I can see the emotional reaction to her words on the faces of the other women. Sylvia looks as if she might cry and the red-haired female says, “Lord, if you don’t have a set of pipes, child.”
I say, “Keep singing.”
Martha continues singing for another minute, ending the song with the words:
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine,
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
When she finishes, Martha then looks at me hopefully, her hands clutched before her as if pleading with me.
I see Sylvia hastily wiping her eyes with the back of her hands.
I say to Martha, “You have a beautiful voice, and there is a market for that. In a day when everything is synthetic and created by computers, a voice like yours is a real asset. I will see what I can do.”
Martha nods. “Thank you.”
Sylvia smiles at me and I’m glad I have her approval.
“Who is next?”
The red-haired female speaks up. “I am.”
“What is your name?”
“Iris.”
“Very good, Iris. What can you tell me about yourself?”
“I can’t cook or sew or sing worth a damn, but I am a damn good whore.”
I am amused by and admire her confidence. “Then you wouldn’t mind employment as a sex worker in a brothel?”
“Hell no, but I’d like it to be a fancy one.”
At this Lindsey says, “Don’t sell yourself short, Iris.”
Iris squares her shoulders. “I don’t need schooling from you, dear. I know what I am and what I’m good at.”
Lindsey shakes her head as if disappointed with her.
I say, “I will find you the fanciest brothel with the best terms of employment.”
Sylvia says, “Would it be possible for Iris to have sick leave and retirement provisions?”
I admire her for wanting to help her friend. “I will see what I can do.�
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Sylvia’s green eyes gleam at me and Lindsey snorts.
“What is it that you dislike?” I ask.
She points at the two of us. “You and Sylvia. It is disgusting.”
“Because we are difference species?” From my research I know that humans have a history of racism.
“No,” she says. “Because she is sucking up to you.”
I smile, imagining Sylvia sucking on me. I can think of several intriguing options, but that is also not the purpose of this meeting. I say, “Lindsey, although you do not want my help, I am still going to give it. I have researched your purchase history with Red Sands, and I think you’ll live longer if you are not bought for sex. I think it likely that you would kill your buyer.”
“Ya think?”
Sylvia says, “Can’t you see that he’s trying to help you?”
Lindsey folds her arms again and refuses to talk to me.
“She’s a runner,” Sylvia volunteers. “She was training for a marathon.”
Lindsey says, “And you’re a bitch traitor.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
SYLVIA
As soon as the words are out of Lindsey’s mouth, I know I’ve made a terrible mistake. It doesn’t matter that I meant it for the best. I can see the concern on Martha’s face and a silent warning from Iris. Lindsey won’t even look at me, and I don’t blame her.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
I realize that I’ve become one of those terrible girls who puts her boyfriend ahead of her girlfriends.
And Raan isn’t even my boyfriend.
He’s one of our alien captors.
“I’m sorry,” I say to Lindsey, but it is too late. I have betrayed a fellow human, giving her info to the aliens.
There is an ugly silence between us.
Raan, who doesn’t pick up on the unspoken cues, says, “I will see what I can do.”
That seems to be his standard response, but what does it mean anyway? For all we know, it is just empty words. Empty promises.
I hug myself, wishing that I was back on Earth instead of in this creepy spaceship with strange food and metal clits on the walls. I turn to Raan. “Is there any way you can take us back to Earth? I’ll do whatever it takes – sleeping with Slug men – letting the whole crew line up and molest me – anything you want if you could take us back. Please.”
