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The third piece of material had begun to work on Jenna’s
crotch. Carefully it molded itself to her womanhood. It concentrated mainly on
the zone around the clitoris, but penetrated a little into both her vagina and
anus as well. Jenna had never been touched intimately in her anus in her life,
and for a moment the unexpected invasion aroused a flicker of resistance. But
resistance was only momentary, because the feeling was too delicious. She felt
her hole being gently entered and then warm moist pulsing excited nerves that
she’d never realized she had.

From Bruce’s perspective, it again looked as if an invisible
hand was at work. He could see Jenna’s sensitive flesh being manipulated, the
hood over her clitoris moving from side to side, the lips of her vagina being
pulled downwards and apart, even her buttocks undulating slightly.

His erection firmed with a vengeance. It was as hard and hot
as it had ever been, and he craved some sort of release, even as he knew he was
unlikely to get it.

“God!” he gasped. “This is the worst form of torture!”

At the sound of his voice, Jenna, who had been lost in a
world of sensation, opened her eyes. His erect member was, in some ways, the
last straw. The visual stimulation it gave her, combined with the physical
sensations in her chemically excited body, sent her into shuddering waves of
orgasm.

She wanted that hot shaft, wanted to hold it, suck it, bite
it, feel it in her, feel it rubbing her clit, feel it entering her arsehole and
her pussy.

Wave after wave of orgasm shook her. Her climaxes were light
years beyond anything she had ever imagined, let alone experienced. She found
herself simultaneously screaming, moaning, laughing and crying.

“Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh, no! Stop! Stop! Oh, God! Bruce! I
want your fat cock Bruce, I want to feel it up me, come up my arse, let me suck
you, I want to bite it! Oh God! Oh Bruce! Oh fuck!”

When Jenna thought she could stand it no longer. When every
muscle in her body strained against itself until spots danced before her eyes.
When sweat ran in runnels down her breasts and her juices flowed down her
thighs. When she thought the pain and pleasure of it might well kill her. It
abruptly stopped.

Spent and exhausted, her body a mass of over-stimulated
nerve endings and her physical self shaken to the core, Jenna Walsh collapsed
against the invisible bonds supporting her.

And all Bruce Glenn could do was watch his cock slowly
deflate, while the ache of the ejaculation that might have been settled in his
scrotum like a bruise from a hard kick to the groin.

“You were entirely correct,” conceded Psi276 to its
companion. “She is exactly what we need.” The alien glanced down at the
instrument it held in its hand. “I can hardly believe the output levels
indicated here. She has raised all the maximums for humanoid female sexual
response by an average 9.54%. If I hadn’t witnessed the test myself I would
suspect the gauges were faulty. The Council will be very pleased by our
progress to date.”

“Yes,” replied Alpha19. “All we need to do is tame the Vedi
and we will have the four breedable pairs that we require for the next stage.
Sedate these ones, make final adjustments to the implants, send them to the
holding pen, then come and assist me. As expected, subjugating these Vedi is
proving to be our hardest task.”

Alpha19 turned and lurched off, leaving Psi276 alone with
Bruce and Jenna. Pulling out a cylinder like the one that had injected Jenna
earlier, Psi276 casually pressed it to her thigh. As it hissed, she spasmed and
immediately lost consciousness. Knowing it was futile, but unable to help
himself, Bruce raged at the alien as it turned towards him

“Get away from me you fucking freak!”

But it was to no avail. The same cylinder that had sedated
Jenna connected with his thigh, there was a hiss, a sharp pain, and the last
thing Bruce remembered was the sensation of falling down a deep, dark hole.

Chapter Three: Alone at Last?

When Jenna regained consciousness she had no sense that any
significant time had passed. She could remember everything that had happened,
from being abducted along with Bruce out of the water off Lanikai beach, to
them both being pinned to the wall of an alien laboratory by a pair of
extraterrestrial deviants. Given her experiences so far, and her utter
powerlessness to prevent any of them, she had no illusions about the
seriousness of the predicament she was in.

One of Jenna’s great strengths had always been the ability
to clearly evaluate any situation she found herself in. For example, she had
instinctively known what she needed to do to achieve her athletic success.
Equally instinctively, she now knew what she needed to do to improve her
chances of surviving being abducted by aliens.

For years, winning and retaining the world triathlon crown
had been the focus of her efforts and desires. But without a moments hesitation
Jenna now dismissed such life-long ambitions from her mind as so much fluff.
What meaning had a triathlon title when the trick from day to day would be stay
alive in the hope that she’d find an opportunity to return home? Although she
had elected to chase triathlon titles on her own, Jenna knew that the most
valuable thing to her in this situation was an ally. For that reason, Bruce
Glenn had suddenly become the most important person in her life. She needed to
bond with him as quickly as possible. She prayed that he was safe nearby and
that she’d get to see him soon.

In a rare moment of personal candor, Jenna was honest enough
to admit that there was more than pragmatism in her decision to forge a
relationship with Bruce. Whatever those scrawny aliens had done had given her a
sexual experience like nothing she had ever felt, heard of, or imagined. She
cringed a little when she remembered how she had orgasmed repeatedly, in an
uninhibited moaning frenzy, while Bruce watched from three yards away. But then
she also remembered that Bruce had looked mortified himself as his pulsing cock
had strained towards her shuddering body like a snake charmed from its basket
by irresistible music. Jenna wanted a better acquaintance with that cock. If
she was going to die sometime soon in an alien laboratory, then by God she was
going to die secure in the knowledge that she’d done her best to have a good
time.

As these thoughts were passing through her mind, Jenna was
also appraising her immediate situation. She was naked, lying on some sort of
bed, facing a blank white wall. Her body confirmed that she hadn’t just dreamed
everything that had happened: her breasts were tender and her vagina tingled
and throbbed a little. Apart from that, however, she felt amazingly well—completely
healthy, relaxed and rested.

Languorously she turned onto her back, stretching as she did
so, her eyes squinting against the whiteness of the small square cubicle. Then
she rolled a fraction further and discovered to her delight that on a second
low bed, a mere three feet from her, lay an equally-naked Bruce Glenn.

Bruce had regained consciousness at the same time as Jenna,
and many similar thoughts about their predicament had been going through his
mind. But overlaying these was a considerable amount of anxiety because on the
bed next to him lay the unclothed figure of the woman of his dreams, and the
last time he had seen her she’d been stuck against a wall writhing in orgasm,
compliments of alien drugs and mechanical devices. He may have been an
unwilling spectator, but in effect he’d shown his approval of what Jenna was
being put through by sporting a very large erection.

From three difficult years of dealing with Jenna Walsh on
the triathlon circuit Bruce had every reason to expect that she would now hold
him personally responsible for every painful, sordid, humiliating thing that
had happened to her. So when she finally turned towards him, he apprehensively
steeled himself for the explosion that he knew was about to occur.

Instead of glaring at him, Jenna’s eyes assumed a dreamy
look; instead of baring her teeth to snarl, her mouth curved sweetly into a
smile; and instead of shouting, she addressed him in a sensuous whisper.

“Hi, Bruce.”

“Uh, h-h-hi,” he stuttered in reply.

This was deeply unsettling. Bruce immediately suspected that
Jenna remained in the grip of some alien drug.

“I see we’re no longer climbing the walls,” she said next,
with a twinkle in her eye and an even wider smile, pulling herself up on one
elbow.

Bruce’s jaw dropped. In all the time he’d known Jenna he’d
never heard of her enjoying a joke, let alone making one. She was clearly in an
even worse state than he’d feared. What should he do?

Jenna was becoming concerned herself. She was used to an
articulate, pushy Bruce Glenn, not some dumbstruck dimwit who stared at her
vacantly. Perhaps the aliens had harmed him after she’d lost consciousness. She
sat up, swung her legs to the floor, and leaned forward to look into his eyes.

“Are you feeling all right, Bruce?” she asked, with real
concern evident in her tone. “They haven’t hurt you have they?”

The consequence of Jenna sitting up was that Bruce suddenly
found himself eye to nipple with her magnificent breasts. With a desperate
effort he wrenched his eyes up to her face.

“Uh, yes, I’m fine,” he said, trying to keep looking her in
the eye. “How are you…feeling…?” he trailed off lamely.

“Oh as good as can be expected in the circumstances,” she
replied airily. “I guess we’re not going to be getting our clothes back in a
hurry,” she continued, as if the prospect was little more than a minor
inconvenience.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Bruce struggled up into a sitting position, attempting to
gain some control over the situation.

Seated, he found that he and Jenna were knee to knee in the
cramped room. As if on strings, his eyes were drawn inexorably downwards again,
over Jenna’s firm tits towards her enticing womanhood.

The sight of her female charms caused the vessels in his
flaccid member to constrict, and the blood pulsing down there made his penis
start to inflate like an erratically blown balloon. He tried to cross one leg
over the other to hide what was occurring, but this only succeeded in drawing
Jenna’s attention to what was happening down at groin level.

“Why Bruce,” she cooed. “I think you’re pleased to see me.”
She reached forward and lightly rested one hand on his inner thigh. The nerves
of his leg spasmed beneath her fingers and his cock pulsed even harder.

Jenna smiled dreamily.

“I think you need something, and I might be just the person
to supply it.”

Lightly she walked her fingernails up the inside of his leg
towards his groin. When she reached his testicles her hand rolled over to cup
his swollen scrotum. The last thing she had expected at such an intimate moment
was that Bruce’s would yelp and leap a foot in the air.

“No Jenna, wait!” he gasped.

Jenna was surprised and hurt. She immediately went on the
defensive, just as the Jenna Walsh of old would have. Her eyes flared and she
snarled, “Oh I see Glenn, not interested now that you’ve seen me pinned and
squirming. Decided you’re too good for me, have you?”

“No Jenna, that’s not it at all,” Bruce pleaded. “It’s just
that I’m in a fair bit of discomfort down there, due to, um, over-stimulation
without release.”

He was about to add, “I’ll do anything you want, let’s just
go carefully,” when a soft sliding sound interrupted him. He looked up and his
jaw dropped for the second time in the space of two minutes.

“Besides,” he finally managed. “We’ve got company.”

Jenna turned and gave a start. Four pairs of eyes were
studying them with interest through the open doorway. But the eyes belonged to
no creatures that she had ever heard of before. They were clearly more aliens,
of two different species, and because none wore any type of garment it was easy
to see that a male and female of each species was present. The females had
breasts of a sort, and the males had scrotums, but there the resemblance ended.

The smaller pair looked like a cross between a human and a
big cat—a leopard, perhaps—with the male standing about 5”6” high and the
female some 6 inches shorter. They stood relaxed and poised on their hind legs,
they had slanted eyes, small flat noses, slightly pointed ears, needle sharp
teeth, and bodies covered by fine, almost downy, coats of subtly patterned fur.
The male was heavier about the shoulders and had more hair on his torso, while
the female was much slimmer in the waist and with comparatively wider hips. The
impression that they were related to felines was completed by the fact that
each had a long, sinuous tail.

The other pair of creatures towered massively over the cat
people. They had the physical presence of gorillas. Their legs appeared short,
but only because their torsos were strongly muscled, and their arms were as thick
as small tree-trunks. Unlike gorillas they were completely hairless, having
instead smooth ebony skin that shone like obsidian, and faces that were very
human, and strikingly handsome. Again, the female was some six inches shorter
than the male. Other than that, the only immediate difference between male and
female, Jenna noticed, was the tremendously large set of testicles hanging
between the male’s legs. However, where his penis would have been if he were a
human, there was only a barely visible slit.

As if aware of her scrutiny, the giant creature lowered his
head a little to look into her eyes, and as he did so a deep voice, that both
she and Bruce could “hear”, rumbled inside their heads.

“Hello Terrans. We were aware that you had come to consciousness
and it was agreed that we should greet you, even though the Vedi have not yet
arrived. I am Mortsundroot of the Gortsoitrevnia. Most call me Mort.” As he
said this he inclined his huge head towards them in greeting.

“And I am Zhortasivtal, also of the Gortsoitrevnia,” said
the female next to him, in a voice only fractionally less deep. “You are
welcome to call me Zhorta.”

Then the male cat-person spoke, his mind-voice a sweet
baritone that purred laughingly in their heads. “Yes, greetings Terrans. I am
Fritti of the Trrivv and this is my companion, Mmerr.”

As he spoke, his companion, the female cat-person, rubbed
herself sinuously against the doorframe, and then her soft, sibilant voice
echoed purringly in their minds.

“My dear. I am so sorry that you are in discomfort. Perhaps
I can help.” Her tail, snaking forward as if of its own volition, slid up
Bruce’s leg and deftly looped itself around his sensitive testicles. It felt to
Bruce as if his swollen balls were being cradled in warm velvet and for a moment
he was too stunned to make any response.

Not so Jenna, she suddenly felt very proprietorial towards
this portion of Bruce’s anatomy that, twenty-four hours earlier, she wouldn’t
have touched with a barge pole.

“It’s very interesting to meet you,” she responded coolly,
assuming that by whatever means the communication was occurring her new found
alien companions would be able to understand her speech. “And I’m looking
forward to getting to know you all better. But right now my friend has a
problem that only I can help him with.”

In one lightening movement she grabbed Mmerr’s offending
tail to pull it loose. Unfortunately for Bruce, as quick as Jenna’s reflexes
were, Mmerr’s reflexes were quicker, and instead of being pulled free, the
velvet bands tightened into cords of steel before Jenna could remove them.

The result was that Bruce’s sensitive testicles were pulled
so violently from his body that he thought they were coming out by the roots.

“Eeeeeeeehhhhhhh!” he screamed incoherently, two octaves
higher than his normal pitch.

Desperately he grabbed at Mmerr’s tale to relieve the
pressure.

“Screeeeeesh!” hissed Mmerr, as she felt her beloved tail
being mangled by two pairs of Terran hands.

“Back off, Pussy Galore!” raged Jenna, jumping to her feet.
She’d had enough of being pushed around and abused lately, and fury at the way
she’d been treated by the first aliens erupted to the surface. She was going to
have a piece of this particular alien if it was the last thing she did.

Not one to back down, Mmerr extricated her tail from Bruce’s
desperate grasp and turned to face Jenna with flashing eyes, claws, and needle
sharp teeth.

But before the catfight could begin a new, aristocratic,
carefully modulated voice echoed in the minds of everyone present.

“Ah good. I see we are all getting acquainted.”

Only Bruce, who was curled on his couch with his hands
clenched to his groin, ignored the voice. The rest turned to see who was
speaking.

For Jenna, who had had too many surprises for one day, it
was almost more than she could take. Another couple had joined them. Like
everyone else they were naked, and quite obviously one was male and the other
female, with genitalia that were more conventional by Earth standards. These
newcomers were both tall and slim, with refined, aquiline features—the male was
strikingly handsome and the female ethereally beautiful. But what really took
Jenna’s breath away was their skin, which was a rich luminous blue; their eyes,
which were as jet black as their hair; and their arms, of which they had four
instead of two.

“Good,” rumbled Mort the Gort happily. “The Vedi have
arrived. Now perhaps we can find out what is going on.”