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“How’s that King Kong? Uncomfortable enough for you?”

“Oh, Mistress,” panted Mort. “It feels exquisite—you are an
artiste.”

“OH FUCK!” shouted Jenna. “Can’t you get it through your
thick skull that this isn’t supposed to be fun? Do I have to make things worse
for you?”

“Oh please yes Mistress. Much worse if you would care to.”

The possibilities of what she could do to this huge slab of
a man ran quickly through her mind. In a little corner of Jenna’s brain a
shocked voice—her “normal” voice—kept saying
What on earth are you doing?
But the seething desire she had to dominate Mort drowned that voice out. It was
an amazing feeling to have such a powerful and beautiful creature at her mercy.

Idly, Jenna wandered around the straining figure of Mort
swinging her little whip. His great chest heaved as if a huge pair of bellows
was working overtime. She ran the claws of her glove down one massive pectoral.
Mort squirmed, and she noted with pleasure that the little spikes made goose
bumps appear on the smooth surface of his gleaming flesh. With her thumb and forefinger
she pinched one of his large nipples. He gave a rumbling moan.

“Like that do you, slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She pinched harder and twisted the sensitive point. Mort
moaned happily and Jenna admired the way his thick ropes of muscle strained
helplessly against the metal bonds that held him stretched tight and at her
mercy. When he jerked from her punishment his chains strained and rattled, as
if to emphasize his helplessness.

Casually Jenna walked around behind him. Her claws raked a
path down his back.

“Uunngghh! Oh thank you Mistress!”

“Shut up, Slave!”

The leather strap between her legs, that had been so
irritating just a few minutes before, was now creating a delicious pressure on
her increasingly moist pussy. She rubbed it delicately with the flat of one
gloved finger, enjoying the sensation of the tight band sliding between the
damp folds of her most sensitive place.

Seen from behind, Mort’s body was a straining mass of
rippling muscle. She couldn’t get over the sheer physical size of him. He had the
proportions and presence of one of those champion stud bulls that always look
capable of leveling everything in its path. She reveled in the fact that she
was mistress of something so magnificent.

Down at the level of her groin, Mort’s huge, solid buttocks
were strained into heavily knotted mounds due to the tension of the chains
holding him.

“Nice gluts, you’ve got, slave,” Jenna remarked. She gave
them a few experimental flicks with her whip, enjoying seeing them clench and
unclench. “You look good enough to ride!”

This gave her an idea.

“But I don’t ride anything that doesn’t have a tail!” As she
said this she gripped her little flogger by the business end and in one swift,
powerful motion forced its knobbly handle between Mort’s arse-cheeks and up his
back passage until all that dangled out were a few leather tassels. Mort’s
cries of pleasure were educational. From them Jenna learned that a Gort has a
much greater vocal range than one might have expected.

With the whip firmly lodged, Jenna pressed the length of her
body hard against Mort’s straining back. She wrapped her arms around his torso
and grabbed onto his chest with the claws of her gloves to hold herself in
place. The points embedding themselves in his skin caused Mort to buck and
moan. Jenna could feel the muscles of his back massaging her breasts, while his
undulating buttocks, and the tassels of the whip, pressed deliciously against
her pussy. For a few pleasurable minutes she held herself there, pressing her
sensitive breasts and pubic mound against him, and clawing him afresh every
time his muscles ceased to spasm.

Finally she released her hold, and pondered the next round
of discipline.

Mort, who had been dangling limply in his chains, jerked
back into life when, without warning, Jenna reached between his legs from
behind and grabbed his massive scrotum with one clawed glove.

“These aren’t nuts, slave, they’re coconuts,” she remarked
crudely. “You’re a little too proud of having such big balls, aren’t you Morty
boy?”

“Yes Mistress, I am sorry mistress.”

“Sorry’s not good enough, Slave!”

Jenna searched around and found another manacle, this time
one with a length of chain and a heavy steel ball attached to it. For a moment
that “normal” voice in her mind asked her what the hell she thought she was
doing, but her “other self” was too deeply immersed in the Reven experiment to
be able to halt it.

“Yes, this should do,” she remarked.

It took a bit of effort, but with one hand she managed to
clip the manacle around the base of Mort’s scrotum, while holding the heavy
weight in the other. The manacle clenched tightly, and Mort’s balls strained
heavily below the metal collar, shiny and swollen.

“That should make your eyes water, Slave.”

“Oh, yes Mistress,” gasped Mort.

But as Jenna was standing back admiring her handiwork,
something amazing began to happen. The lips of the small slit, where Mort would
have had a penis had he been a Terran, began to part slowly, and a large black
knob pushed outwards from his body.

“What are you doing Slave?” demanded Jenna, in startled
tones, even though she realized that the mystery of Gortsoitrevnian sexual
anatomy had just been solved for her.

“I am sorry Mistress, I cannot help it, you are making me
very excited,” gasped Mort, who certainly sounded as if he was experiencing
much more pleasure than pain.

“But I haven’t given you permission, Slave! For that you
will be severely punished.” As she said this, Jenna dropped the heavy metal
ball that she’d been holding. It fell quickly, until the chain attached to the
manacle encircling Mort’s scrotum jerked it to a halt. The effect was dramatic.
Mort’s whole frame convulsed, and a full eight inches of his huge penis slid
out of the sheath. Jenna was amazed, the organ was perfectly smooth, gleaming
black, and thicker than a baseball bat.

“God, Slave! You look like you’re trying to launch an
intercontinental ballistic missile out of its silo. But you realize this is
very naughty, Morty. You are persisting in disobeying my direct instructions,
and for that I will have to increase your punishment.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I would like that very
much.”

Earlier, Jenna had noticed that on one wall was a rack of
lethal looking implements. From its selection of whips, canes and floggers, she
selected a long springy riding crop with a firm grip, and a leather tongue at
one end.

With this in hand she began circling the huge figure of the
Gort. Periodically, her eye would fasten on a piece of flesh that might be
particularly sensitive. Then without warning the crop would strike out at its
target. The lethal swish it made, as it flicked through the air was nothing to
the sharp crack, like the report of a rifle, that sounded when it came into
contact with Mort’s flesh. And with each strike of the crop, Mort’s great rod
would spasm and creep out even further. Only when Jenna had delivered five
final cracks to his scrotum without causing his penis to extend another inch,
was she certain that she’d stimulated him to his full length.

“Impressive Slave, although I am disappointed that you’ve
only just exceeded the two-foot mark.”

“I am sorry, Mistress. Mort is pathetic,” moaned the giant
alien, who was in a state of painful excitation. “Please continue to punish
me.”

“I’m not here to cater to your pitiful needs, I have my own
pleasure to think of. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second!” To
emphasize her order, she delivered a final vicious thwack to the tip of Mort’s
massive member. The echoes of his yelp had hardly died down before she was back
with a large wooden chair, which she placed facing him, and then sat down on,
to determine whether it served her purposes.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed happily. The chair was the right
height for Mort’s gigantic cock to rest on and remain level. But Jenna had
placed it so that only the tip was supported by the chair, the rest of the
rubbery trunk bridged the gap between his body and the chair with nothing but
empty space below it. When Jenna sat on the chair, the tip of Mort’s cock
nestled firmly against her pussy. Experimentally she clenched her thighs
together and rubbed her feminine softness against the giant knob.

“Mmmm, that should do.” Satisfied with this set-up, Jenna
unbuckled the strap that ran between her legs, then wriggled forward and stood
up so that she straddled Mort’s unsupported shaft. In the high boots, her head
almost came up to his shoulders, and her exposed pussy was able to clear his
penis with only the lightest of contact. She remained in this position, facing
him, for some time, poised over his huge cock, lightly rubbing herself
backwards and forwards along its erect length, enjoying the feel of his
tumescent phallus between her thighs.

“You do have a purpose after all, Mort,” she noted. “I am
not displeased to find that I might be able to make some constructive use of
you. I was concerned that you might be an uncomfortable fit. But there is more
than one way to experience pleasure, isn’t there?”

“Yes Mistress, so I believe.”

“So tell me what you think of this way.”

Jenna rubbed her exposed pussy back and forth along Mort’s
enormous cock, reveling in its hot smoothness. She found that her own moisture
was making his length more than a little slippery, and with the aid of this
lubrication she was able to slide back and forth ever more comfortably. It was
immensely erotic. Mort also seemed to be enjoying it, if the increasing
rigidity of his prick was any indication, and Jenna felt no compunction about
amusing herself in this way for some time.

Eventually Jenna’s arousal was such that she felt ready for
the final part of her plan. Standing up she slithered back along Mort’s shaft
until she was sitting on the seat with the colossal tip once more lodged
between her thighs. She paused for a moment to make sure she was comfortable,
then she addressed the excited Mort.

“Right, Slave. This is where you do your bit, and you’d
better do it properly. I want noise, and plenty of it!”

She reached down beneath Mort and, at full stretch, grabbed
hold of the chain swinging from the manacle attached to his scrotum. The steel
ball was quite a burden, but with a little effort Jenna was able return to
sitting upright in the chair firmly grasping the weight. Using the manacle as
an anchor, Jenna pulled hard on the chain in an effort to force Mort’s huge
knob as far as she could inside her moist slit. His excited moans as her
pulling throttled his throbbing ball-bag, increased her own excitation and
provided an added incentive to pull harder.

When Mort’s cock-head was lodged firmly inside the entrance
to her pussy, Jenna leaned back in the chair and lifted her legs until her feet
were level with his chest. She pressed the spiked heels firmly against the
muscles on his heaving chest, and was rewarded by another moan of pleasure.
This was her ideal position—she had a firm footing on Mort’s chest, she had his
shaft butting into the entrance of her pussy, and she had a nice thick chain
around his nuts to hold onto.

Throwing delicacy to the wind, Jenna then set about
discovering just how much of Mort’s dick she could take in one sitting. She
gripped hard to the chain and began wriggling her pussy against his cock-head.
The harder she pulled, the louder Mort yelled with pleasure, and the louder he
yelled the wetter she became. She found that she could slip the first three or
four inches in with relative comfort, and that was quite enough to serve her
purposes. Now firmly lodged, she held onto the chain, pressed her heels more
firmly against Mort’s chest, and began rocking vigorously on his huge erection.

In seconds Jenna was enjoying a massive climax, the pleasure
of which was accentuated by the fact that as she came she wedged ever more
deeply onto the delicious hardness within her.

Finally, she sat back, spent and gasping for breath. Mort’s
eyes were clamped shut, and his brow was furrowed in what could have been pleasure,
or could have been pain. As Jenna looked at him, the steel ball she was holding
slipped through her exhausted fingers, and its frightening weight crashed
towards the floor.

Once more the heavy metal object was brought short by Mort’s
scrotum, which was again pinched and stretched beyond belief by the iron
manacle encircling the flesh above his balls. It was this final act that tipped
the balance. Mort let forth with an ecstatic bellow, and the huge hose between
Jenna’s slippery thighs began to buck with muscular spasms.

It took Jenna only a second to realize that he was coming,
and coming big time. Catching a mouthful of cum from Bruce was one thing, she
had no intention of sitting around to be drenched by a penis with Mort’s
evident capacity.

With no time to spare she dived clear, narrowly avoiding the
huge gush of fluid that sprayed the place where she had been sitting. As she
watched in awe, a bellowing Mort writhed and heaved in the throes of his
pleasure. With each massive ejaculation of fluid the chain around his scrotum
jumped and jangled, until with one final spasm the manacle burst its hinge and
fell with a clatter to the floor.

In the silence that followed, Jenna asked in a small,
stunned voice—her normal voice, not the voice of the dominatrix—”Now who is
going to clean that up?”

Chapter Nine: Toys Not Boys

If Reven had been able to show emotion, Alpha19 and Psi276
would have been positively gloating. The results of the first experiment had
been beamed to the Homeworld, and the Council had replied almost immediately
with extreme approval. Jenna’s dominance genes had turned out to be easily the
most optimum configuration—suitably spontaneous without any tendency to take
such activities to damaging excess. With the Trrivv in particular, too many
submissives had been carried out of such experiments in body bags.

In the light of these findings, the decision of the Reven
Council was to test her against the other female humanoids for characteristics
that had up till now been determined to be acceptable. The intention was to
discover whether Jenna could produce results that improved on the findings from
experiments dealing with carefully programmed modes of mechanical stimulation.

“Configure the laboratory with the four standard tests
involving mechanical devices. We will use all four females, rotate the
subjects, and graph their responses.”

“As you require, Alpha 19. Again I mean no dissent, but are
you sure that the Terran female is ready for such an intensive session so soon
after the dominance tests? She will need to climax four times in as many
hours.”

“I have thought of that too. But she has unusually high
libido, and with the assistance of the controller chip to re-stimulate her
nerves, I don’t anticipate a problem. She can rest the following day while we
introduce the Terran male into the program.”

“Very well. I will set up the experiment to commence as soon
as all female subjects have eaten.”

* * * * *

Jenna woke to find a very worried Bruce sitting quietly
beside her. The memory of the session with Mort caused her to moan and bury her
face in her pillow.

“Jenna, are you all right? What did that big ape do to you?
Is there anything I can do to help? “

“Oh Bruce, it’s not what Mort did to me, it’s what I did to
him. Have you seen him this morning? I can’t believe that I am capable of such
things, even
with
the Reven messing with my mind.”

“I don’t understand what you mean. How on earth could you
have done anything to Mort? The guy’s the size of a house!”

“I don’t want to talk about it. This is too much. How am I
ever going to show my face again?”

Miserably Jenna climbed out of bed and made her way to the
bathroom. She dithered around for quite a while, but eventually her common
sense told her that it was better to get things over with and face whatever
music there was to be faced. Besides, she was hungry.

Bruce was still sitting unhappily on the bed when she
emerged. She gave him a wan smile as she dressed.

“You might be better staying in here, I’m not sure if an
enraged Gort is going to be very manageable.”

“Whatever you say, but I’m coming too.”

Together Bruce and Jenna walked nervously into the communal
area. The others were already all there eating, and they gave the Terrans
friendly greetings as they emerged. Mort and Zhorta were across the other side
of the room. As boldly as she could, Jenna walked straight across to Mort.

“Mort, I just want to say how sorry I am about what
happened. I’ve never done anything like that before and I really don’t know how
the Reven were able to make me do something that is so opposite to my nature…”

Jenna stopped mid-sentence because if Mort was pissed he had
a strange way of showing it. He was smiling broadly and looking at Jenna with
great big puppy dog eyes.

“You have nothing to apologize to me for, Jenna. I was just
telling Zhorta what a gentle and considerate lover you are. I will treasure the
romance of the experience. I suggested to her that you might like to give her a
few tips on foreplay and subtlety.”

Rather than appearing offended by Mort’s criticism of her as
a sexual partner, Zhorta was chuckling with amusement.

“Oh Mortsundroot, I never realized you were such a romantic.
What ever happened to your assertion that the measure of really good sex was
when you couldn’t walk comfortably for the next week? If we ever get the chance
to be alone together again, I’m going to hang you from the roof by your balls
and show you a really good time. No offence intended, Jenna,” she added
sweetly.

“Oh none taken!” a flustered Jenna assured her hastily.
“Well, if everything’s all right with you guys, I guess Bruce and I will get
some breakfast.”

She grabbed Bruce by the arm and pulled him towards the food
alcoves.

Once they were sitting eating, Bruce tried to broach the
subject of what had happened between her and Mort.

“Look!” responded Jenna. “I don’t want to offend you, but I
really can’t bring myself to talk about it at the moment. Give me chance to get
used to the idea of what we did, and maybe I’ll give you a free demonstration.”

Bruce recognized that tone of determined refusal, it was
something the old Jenna had always used, and despite his concern he had the
sense to stay silent. This wasn’t easy; he was churning with jealousy at the
knowledge that Jenna had obviously been sexually involved with Mort. He knew
rationally that she’d had no more say in the matter than he had, but with their
relationship so new, and their own desires perpetually thwarted, it was very
difficult to take.

Shortly after breakfast Bruce and Jenna were idly chatting,
when the trance again overtook her and she rose to walk out of the room. Bruce
was distressed, but the memory of yesterday’s futile gesture stayed him in his
seat. Reluctantly he looked around to see which male she was going with this
time, but to his surprise he saw that all three of the alien females were
leaving as well. The four males looked at each other with surprise as their
companions abruptly departed.

“It seems we are not required today,” stated Ghanjihi
matter-of-factly.

“Pity,” stated Fritti. “A foursome appeals to me at any
time, and particularly that foursome.” He leered as he said this, and his tail
twitched erratically. “I wouldn’t mind being an observer, either.”

“I’m not too bothered,” rumbled Mort. “As tender as
yesterday’s loving was, I could do with another day or two to re-gather my
energies. I feel a little weak.”

“Well,” said Bruce. “What do we do to pass the time?”

* * * * *

When the women came out of their trance they were standing
in a very different room to the one Jenna had been in yesterday. It was well lit,
although not too brightly, and practically unfurnished. In shape it was a large
square, and at each of the corners stood a strange mechanical device.

“Oh good!” exclaimed Mmerr, in evident delight. “Reven
toys!”

“It would seem so,” agreed Ranisha, smiling to herself.

“Who wants what first?” chortled Zhorta.

“Hang on a minute,” interjected Jenna. “I think you people
need to enlighten me a little here. What are Reven toys, and what are we
supposed to do? And where the hell have my clothes gone again?” she wailed as
an afterthought.

Before anyone could explain, the mechanical Reven voice
intruded.

“Subjects, you are required to use each of the devices in
turn. When all have climaxed on one rotation you will move onto the next
machine. When you have climaxed on all four machines the experiment will be
over. Attach yourself to a device immediately.”

“Jenna,” whispered Ranisha urgently. “These are Reven
pleasure machines and we must each use one. Seat yourself in the chair over
there—but watch the rest of us also so that you know what to do in subsequent
rotations.”

“What? You mean I have to sit on those sad contraptions
while they try and make me come. This gets sicker by the minute. Anyway I don’t
think I can come four times in a row.”

“These are Reven machines,” grinned Ranisha. “You’ll come a
lot more than four times I would think. Now quickly, get to the chair before
the controller chip does something unpleasant to you!”

Ranisha hurried to a corner and entered what appeared to be
a vertical plastic cylinder opened down its center. It was about three-foot in
diameter and eight-foot high. Once inside, Ranisha stood looking relaxed and
smiled reassuringly across at Jenna.

The “toy” the others had left her was a fairly ordinary
looking easy-chair. Having no other option, Jenna reluctantly seated herself in
it. When she sat down, however, she gave a start because the seat wasn’t firm.
Not only did it recline as soon as she had lowered herself into it, but it felt
as if she were sinking into its surface. Whatever substance the chair was made
of, it was warm and soft. As it gave beneath her the sensation reminded Jenna
of the time she’d lowered herself into a hot-mud bath. She didn’t stop sinking
until most of her body was absorbed into the device. When she looked down she
could see her breasts and thighs rising from the surface like islands on a calm
sea, other than that she was fully submerged in whatever the hell the thing was
made of. There was no discomfort, quite the opposite, but Jenna knew she
couldn’t have moved a muscle had she wanted to. She looked over to see what the
others were doing.

Mmerr had headed straight for a machine that looked
positively obscene. It stood about waist high, and was shaped remarkably like
the back of a horse. The difference was that where the saddle should have been,
there was a very dramatic looking phallus, as well as a number of lesser
protrusions. Mmerr hadn’t mounted the device yet, she was stroking the phallus
with her tail and purring happily, while one hand delicately massaged her own
crotch. Jenna could see that this posy’s pussy wasn’t a lot different to her
own. Ironically it had less hair, and Mmerr’s moist and swollen inner lips were
clearly visible, and becoming even more so. Jenna hadn’t seen another female’s
anatomy close up, she’d never thought she’d want to, but Mmerr’s excited mound
was more attractive than she’d imagined. Sensing her gaze, Mmerr grinned over
at Jenna.

“I’ve never been good at saving the best till last, this
ride just does it for me. It connects with my spot inside, my nub outside, and
my tail, all at the same time.” She added unapologetically, “You’ll have to
excuse me, this is going to get noisy.”

Mmerr vaulted lithely onto the saddle. With considerable
delicacy she positioned herself over the gleaming tip of the up thrust phallus.
She used both hands to pull open her vulva, while her tail wrapped around the
vertical rod and carefully positioned it for entry. Then, in one smooth motion,
she sat. Jenna was amazed, not only at how easily Mmerr slid downwards, but
also at how deeply the phallus lodged inside her.

With a happy purr, Mmerr let her legs drop down on either
side of the device. Then, with her eyes closed, she began running her hands
over her breasts, while her tail snaked around to massage the area of her
clitoris.

Jenna was entranced, and could have watched for much longer,
but a bizarre apparition appeared at the edge of her vision.

It was Zhorta. The device she had chosen for this first
rotation was much less obscene than the one Mmerr was mated to. Somehow Zhorta
had squeezed her huge frame into a black jumpsuit. Clearly it was capable of
expanding to fit her body, but the effect was to make it appear as if she had
been dipped in liquid latex. To complete the picture, she was pulling a black,
full-face helmet down over her head. She reminded Jenna of a huge Harley-Momma
wearing black leathers.

“So tell me about these ‘toys’,” Jenna called to Ranisha.

“You are seated on a sensory chair, it is designed to
stimulate your erogenous zones, and only your erogenous zones. I am standing in
a body sheath, it will stimulate all my nerve endings. Zhorta is wearing a
virtual lover, it is intended to allow her to live-out her most secret
fantasies. And Mmerr is riding the self-stimulator, it is designed to give its
user maximum control over her sexual experience, and it concentrates sensation
largely in the genital area.”

“Activity will commence in thirty seconds,” droned the Reven
voice.

“Be calm Jenna, it will not be unpleasant,” reassured
Ranisha.

“Just relax,” came Zhorta’s muffled advice from behind her
helmet.

“And enjoy the ride,” finished Mmerr, with a throaty purr
that changed into a yowl of delight as somewhere a Reven flicked a switch.

The effect was not so sudden for Jenna, she had time to see
what was happening to the others. Mmerr’s ride had started to move, and it
appeared to be emitting a soft hum. Zhorta was making strange contortions in
mid-air, which looked to Jenna as if she were holding onto a basketball and
pounding it repeatedly between her thighs. Ranisha was by far the most
striking, the cylinder she was standing within had closed around her, melding
itself to her figure. She appeared to be encased in a shimmering rainbow, and
her body was tensed like a bow, her back arched, and her magnificent breasts
thrust forward. Her lips were slightly parted, and Jenna could hear a soft,
unearthly sound of incredible beauty coming from them.

Perhaps it was the sound Ranisha was making that made Jenna
feel more attuned to what was happening to her. The chair was definitely
starting to do things to her body. A fine layer of its substance had risen to
cover her breasts. She was aware of warmth there, and also down below her
waist.

But that was not all, a mass of sensations was starting to
affect her. She found that she could isolate them—it felt as if her toes were
being sucked, each one gently and individually; another tongue was at work
behind her knees; while more pleasurable sensations were occurring in and
around her pussy. She was aware that she was being gently entered. A pressure
was kneading her most secret places, forcing her open, invading her. Again her
anus was the target of much of the stimulation, she felt as if a warm tongue
were exploring this most taboo place, driving her wild with desire. Jenna
abandoned herself to the experience and let her brain take her on a tour of all
the possibilities of stimulation. The feelings ranged from her earlobes, to her
toes, to her pussy, to her breasts, and to her nipples. It was an arousal that
was gradual but insistent, and the climax that began to build in her was as
inevitable as a tsunami. She abandoned herself to the sheer physicality of he
pleasure, hearing herself sigh, then moan, then gasp, then scream as wave after
wave of climax took possession of her.