Alien Games (11 page)

“It is beautiful, Master,” said Jenna, eyeing the throbbing
shaft hungrily. “Is there anything I can do to persuade you to use it on me?”

“Consider me persuaded. Where would you most prefer me to
place it?”

“I don’t mind, Master. Wherever it would give you the
greatest pleasure.”

“Well done, right answer!”

Bruce smiled into Jenna’s eyes, then, with quick movements,
he reached down and loosened the ropes binding her ankles, freeing her legs but
leaving her arms stretched wide. Holding her by the hips he lifted her off the
ground in one effortless movement, instinctively she wrapped her legs around
his waist as he lowered her gently onto his straining erection.

His cock needed no guidance into her moist pussy, they were
perfectly aligned, and she slid down his length with virtually no friction. The
moans of pleasure as they coupled were loud and mutual. Then their lips met,
and while they kissed Bruce held her firmly and vigorously pumped her with his
iron-hard phallus. Such was the intensity of their mutual arousal that in a few
brief moments they had both climaxed, Bruce coming first, as the Master should,
and Jenna a close second, screaming into his mouth and writhing with all the
uninhibited abandon of a satisfied whore.

* * * * *

Alpha19 and Psi276 watched their instruments with amazement.
This Terran woman had once again confounded all their previous results.

“The Council will be extremely gratified, 276, they will
certainly reward us for this.”

“Yes, Alpha19. With her response to the first three machines
rating so poorly I had begun to think that this was a waste of a day, but I
have never witnessed results like this fourth set. She is a most exceptional
specimen. I believe it would be folly to destroy either her, or the Terran
male, too quickly. There are many more tests we could do on them, and there may
well be value in a complete vivisection when we arrive back at the Homeworld.”

“I think you are right. Forward the results and begin
planning for tomorrow’s experiment. While we won’t be involving the Terran
female in any active way, it would be worth monitoring her response as an
observer, so work that into your planning.”

“As you command.”

* * * * *

Jenna summoned the energy to remove the helmet. She shook
her head to clear it, rubbed her face with one hand, then looked up to see what
the others were doing.

Ranisha, Mmerr and Zhorta were seated comfortably on the
floor about ten paces away. They were watching her with wide eyes and
artificially blank faces.

“What?” Jenna demanded.

“Oh nothing,” replied Zhorta with feigned innocence. Then
she giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Mmerr assured her. “Nothing’s
funny, everything’s very serious.” Then she too giggled.

“Look!” barked Jenna. “If nothing’s funny, then there’s no
need for you all to act like the Three Stooges. If you’ve got something to say,
spit it out!”

“Well, I don’t have much to say,” responded Mmerr. “But I do
have a question. Is this half-time or full-time? ‘Cos I’m desperate for the
bathroom.”

With that the three of them burst into shrieks of laughter,
and collapsed against each other.

“Obviously you children have had your brains softened by too
many machine-induced orgasms. Excuse me while I disrobe.” Pointedly, Jenna
turned her back on them and began removing the suit.

Ranisha was the first to recover. “I’m sorry, Jenna, we are
not mocking you, it is just that we have never seen or heard of anything like it.
We have been waiting more than half an hour for your session to end. Normally
the suit causes the quickest climax. The length and complexity of your fantasy
is beyond anything we have ever heard of.”

“So that’s it!” snapped an un-mollified Jenna. “You three
sickos have been eavesdropping on my entire session, right?”

“We had little choice,” replied Ranisha unapologetically.
“And I for one found it a privilege to witness something so erotic.”

“Yes,” agreed Zhorta. “You Terran’s are certainly capable of
creating complex and sophisticated inner worlds. I am most impressed.”

“And I,” chimed in Mmerr. “Although I hope you won’t be
offended if I say that you have a long way to go before you can really walk
like a whore.”

With that parting shot, she turned, flicked her tail and
strutted out of the laboratory with the flamboyance of a Vegas showgirl.

* * * * *

Later that evening Bruce and Jenna lay in the darkness in
each other’s arms. The controller chips had them all-but-asleep when Jenna
murmured drowsily.

“Bruce?”

“Mmmm?”

“Were you ever tempted to give up on me?”

“Hardly.”

“But I treated you so badly. Wouldn’t you like some of your
own back now?”

“I’m not vindictive.”

“I know, and I love you for it.”

“I love you to, now go to sleep.”

For a minute there was silence.

“Bruce?”

The only answer was a soft snore.

“Bruce,” Jenna whispered. “If I were you I’d give me a
serious spanking.”

Then she too fell asleep.

Chapter Ten: Hidden Eyes

It was the next day. Another experiment had begun.

Jenna came out of the Reven trance to find herself sitting
in a room not much larger than a broom closet. The tiny space was dimly lit and
it had no furniture other than the single chair she was sitting in. There were
no doors either, although a curtain covered the wall in front of her.

“Now what?” she muttered. “First its BDSM with Mort, then
it’s toys with the girls, and now I’m on my own in a closet. I can’t help
feeling that things are becoming increasingly down-market. And why is it me all
the time? Surely it must be Bruce’s turn to be the guinea pig. Or was he just
abducted to bear witness to my repeated humiliation?”

As if her question were some kind of cue, the curtain across
the wall of the closet slid back and Jenna found herself looking through a
window at an idyllic scene straight out of the
Arabian Nights
.

It was an elegant room with marble floors, fluted columns
and rich silk wall hangings. In the center was an ornate fountain, from which
tinkled a dozen jets of cooling water. The room was expensively furnished with
soft divans and strategically placed low tables, heavy with exotic food.

From Jenna’s right, a woman entered the room. It was
Ranisha, dressed in a costume that befitted the surroundings. She was clothed
for a harem, in translucent garments of fine silk and gauze through which it
was possible to discern a heavily jeweled bra and panties.

As Jenna watched, the beautiful blue woman paused in the
center of the room and looked around her, appraising the situation. But it
wasn’t until she looked directly at Jenna without seeing her that Jenna
realized she was concealed behind some sort of one-way glass. In that moment it
became clear to her why she was here.

So now I’m a voyeur! What won’t the little fucks make me
do?

Then she immediately wondered if she might have been
mistaken after all. Ranisha turned back and for a long moment it seemed to
Jenna that she looked directly at her hiding place, and squarely into her eyes.
But then she grinned slightly and looked away. She must have sensed something
behind her, because she turned round until she was side on to Jenna, and her
face broke into a welcoming smile.

“Ahhh. It
is
you.”

Jenna jumped, she hadn’t expected to hear Ranisha’s voice so
clearly. But this surprise was nothing to her shock when a familiar masculine
voice answered.

“Yes. They must have finally decided to give Jenna the day
off.”

“Mmmm,” responded Ranisha, non-comittally.

Jenna’s stomach churned with shock. This experiment involved
Bruce and Ranisha! The Vedi woman was going to experience him as a lover, when she
never had. Worse than that, the little Reven shits were going to force her to
sit and watch. Well fuck that!

Eyes burning with tears of jealousy and rage Jenna jumped to
her feet. She intended to yell and hammer on the viewing window in fury, but a
sharp stabbing pain at the base of her skull stopped her dead. Knowing all to
well what would follow if she moved another inch, she slumped back in the seat.

Fine. I can’t make a scene, but the little sadists can’t
force me to watch
!

She couldn’t prevent herself from hearing, though.

“So what do they expect us to do?” asked Bruce.

“Whatever comes naturally I should think.”

“I hope you won’t be offended if I say I’m a bit
uncomfortable about this.”

“Are you not attracted to me?”

“Oh no, it’s not that. It is just that I have such strong
feelings for Jenna. I know she’s already been forced to play the Reven games,
and she knows that part of me has found that extremely difficult. I’m just not
sure that I want her to experience the same sort of distress.”

“That is very gallant,” replied Ranisha, smiling to lessen
the tone of gentle mockery. “But I am not sure we have a choice, and I’m sure
Jenna will understand.”

“Like hell she will!” Jenna muttered ungraciously, folding
her arms across her chest and glaring down at the floor of the little booth.

“Let me suggest something,” added Ranisha. “Why don’t you
imagine that I am Jenna, and do with me what you desire to do with her. I admit
we are a little different, but in important ways we are also identical.”

“Great line, sister!” Jenna snarled.

“Besides, you have gone for many days now without physical
release. I do not believe it is healthy for you to abstain for much longer.”

Bruce appeared to be considering this. Then he relaxed and
smiled. “You are correct, I’m in a state of permanent tension and it’s not
helping my mood, or my relationship with Jenna.”

“Typical male,” Jenna whispered angrily. “I suppose he’ll
come back now and say he did it all for me!”

“Good,” said Ranisha. “I tell you what, why don’t you try
and imagine what Jenna might like, and then do it to me instead.”

Jenna would like to be taken on a long walk off a short
pier!

“Well that’s a problem in itself. Jenna and I have had no
opportunity to enjoy any sort of intimacy. I’m really not sure what she’d like.”

“Has she never suggested any preference to you?”

“No, not that I can think of. Wait! There is one thing…” he
paused and seemed embarrassed.

“Do not stop. There is nothing we cannot tell each other.”

“Well, last night, just as we were about asleep, she did
tell me that she wanted me to spank her.”

Rotten cheat! You were awake for that!
Jenna couldn’t
decide whether to be angry or amused.

Ranisha was simply amused.

“That sounds delightful. I have never been spanked by a
two-armed man before. I think I would find it most enjoyable.”

“Are you sure? I’m not really a spanking sort of guy
myself.”

“Well, perhaps you have never had the right sort of bottom
to spank.” Ranisha turned and gyrated her hips erotically.

“You’ve certainly got the right sort of bottom,” conceded
Bruce. “I’d be proud to have that across my knee.”

Sheesh! How long do I have to listen to this! Are their
barf bags in this cubicle?

“Why don’t you seat yourself on that divan, and then I will
arrange myself to your satisfaction.”

Jenna couldn’t help herself, she had to look.

“This divan?” he pointed to the one directly in front of
Jenna’s cubicle.

“Yes, perfect,” agreed Ranisha.

Bruce seated himself and looked up at the beautiful alien
woman expectantly.

Ranisha began a slow, sensuous, erotic dance, and from her
mouth came a beautiful humming, similar to the sound Jenna had heard her making
during yesterday’s experiment. As she danced and hummed, she began removing her
outer garments, very slowly, one filmy layer at a time. Bruce appeared hypnotized,
he swayed in time with her movements, and his eyes following the path of each
piece of delicate fabric as it floated to the floor. Both he and Jenna had seen
Ranisha naked, but despite this, to see her undressing was extraordinarily
erotic. Her blue skin had a richness and texture that suggested radiant good
health. Her body glowed in the soft lights of the chamber, and her four arms
wove intricate designs through the air and around herself. While her upper pair
of arms beckoned to Bruce, pleading expressively to be taken by him as a lover,
the lower pair explored her own body, stroking her most private places with a
delicate touch.

When she had divested herself of everything but the jeweled
lingerie, she sensuously danced closer and closer towards Bruce until, with a
graceful movement, she settled face downwards on the divan, her perfect,
sparkling bottom placed enticingly over his knee.

“Do you like what you see Bruce?”

What does he look like, a fucking monk?

“Your dance was beautiful, and your derriere is simply
fantastic.”

“I thank you,” Ranisha’s giggle tinkled like water falling
into the fountain. “Would you like to show your approval by spanking it?”

Bruce hesitated.

“I’m not sure I want to hit something so lovely.”

Yes! Do it! Give her a dozen of the best. Make her squirm
.

“I do not mind. In fact I would welcome it. The line between
pain and pleasure is a very fine one for me. And a little rough stimulation can
often be a prelude to very passionate love making.”

“Well if you say so.”

Still Bruce hesitated. Instead of spanking her, his hand
began exploring her perfect behind. His fingers traced the outline of her
panties, following the waistband, then gliding along the thigh bands, closer
and closer to the area between her thighs. As he explored around her buttocks
and between her legs Ranisha sighed with pleasure, elevating her bottom to give
him better access. He went on rubbing, delighting in the feel of each firm
buttock and the intensifying warmth each time his hand strayed closer to her
pussy.

From her position Jenna was looking straight between
Ranisha’s legs. She had to admit that the sight was extremely sensual. The
panties were quite sheer, despite their expensive gemstone decorations, and
Jenna could make out the cleft of Ranisha’s buttocks and the outline of her
vulva as a series of delicate shadows.

Bruce’s hand finally arrived at those places. He rubbed it
up and down the shadows that Jenna had noticed, causing the material to wedge
deeper and deeper into Ranisha’s clefts so that soon the panties looked like a
second skin, each buttock perfectly delineated.

“That is so good Bruce. Rub it harder. I enjoy the sensation
of the material pushing against my sex.” As she said this Ranisha gyrated her
bottom even more erotically, leaving him in no doubt that she meant it.

Jenna could see that the piece of fabric that ran between
Ranisha’s legs was now shiny with moisture. Bruce had noticed this also. He
lightly drew one finger up the center of the area, so that a small section of
the material embedded itself between Ranisha’s labia. This slim furrow excited
Jenna. She wished it were her having her panties rubbed by Bruce. Without
consciously intending to she let her hand roam down towards her own groin,
which was covered by her usual pair of lycra briefs.

“Mmmm,” sighed Ranisha with appreciation. “That feels so
good, rub it harder.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Jenna to herself, as she began fondling her
pussy, forcing the lycra between its folds, matching the strokes of her finger
to the strokes of Bruce’s finger as he wedged the jeweled lingerie more firmly
into Ranisha’s cleft.

Soon the strip of cloth was all but buried, clasped softly
by the lips of Ranisha’s pussy, which were flushed an even richer blue than the
rest of her body. Bruce was clearly aroused. His fingers began delicately
rubbing Ranisha’s tender, swollen mound, playing with it, enjoying its
plasticity and warmth. Lightly, he pulled on each lip in turn to stretch them
even further over the fabric of the panties.

Reaching down with both hands Jenna clasped her own labia.
Like Ranisha’s they were hot and swollen. She pulled them one at a time until
they too engulfed the gusset of her own skimpy garment. Then she pulled the
narrow band of fabric a little higher, so that it rubbed and pressed on the
area of her clitoris.

Bruce, meanwhile, had returned with more confidence to
Ranisha’s buttocks. By running a finger firmly up the leg bands we was able to
force the panties between each cheek, leaving her bottom virtually bare. Then
with both hands he grasped the two shining globes, kneading and squeezing them
firmly, ensuring that the material was as tightly wedged between them as
possible.

Ranisha, all the while, was moaning and wriggling
sensuously. The mounds of her bottom kept rising and falling. Bruce lowered his
face to meet them, and began running his tongue up and down the sensitive inner
surfaces, savoring the feel and taste of this beautiful alien’s perfect arse.

Oh how Jenna wished he were tonguing her butt. No longer
caring that the Reven would be monitoring her, or that it was Ranisha in there
with Bruce rather than she herself, Jenna swiftly undressed. First she shrugged
out of her halter top, relishing the way her breasts swung free to liberate her
sharp, excited nipples. Then she leaned back in the chair, raised her thighs,
and slid off her training briefs, enjoying the sensation as they pulled
erotically from between the wet lips of her pussy.

Now that she was completely naked, Jenna felt much less
inhibited. She sat back in the chair and placed her feet firmly against the
glass, her legs spread as widely as possible. Her pussy was completely exposed,
its parted lips pointing directly at the two lovers on the other side of the
glass. It felt delightfully lewd and taboo to be sitting here like this. Had
Bruce been able to see her, he wouldn’t have seen her demure pussy, but rather
her wet and swollen love nest, a clear sign of how much she was enjoying what
he was doing.

In this position, Bruce and Ranisha were framed between
Jenna’s elevated legs. As she watched them, she could also see both her hands
as they worked on her aroused sex, rubbing and kneading it, her fingers sliding
up and down and in and out.

Bruce had overcome some of his own inhibitions. His hand,
which had been poised above Ranisha’s exposed buttocks, suddenly fell with
considerable force.

Smack!

“Ohh!” squealed Ranisha, wriggling a little in pleasure and
pain.

Again it fell. Smack! This time striking the other side,
sending a small shock wave racing deliciously through her firm flesh.

Another eight smacks followed. Firm, measured strokes, which
ranged evenly over Ranisha’s bottom, causing her to moan and gyrate with
increasing intensity.

Nor was she the only one wriggling. Jenna’s hips were
gyrating also as she rubbed herself, giving an extra hard rub to the area of
her clit each time the flat of Bruce’s hand made contact with Ranisha’s smooth
flesh.