by Lili Zander
Suzie and the Alien
Lili Zander
Copyright © 2014 by Tara Crescent, Lili Zander
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
My eternal gratitude to Jim, who pre-read and edited this story.
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
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Preface
“Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.”
—Haruki Murakami
1
With a dragging, groaning noise, my car broke down in the middle of a deserted country road. For fuck’s sake, I thought to myself, through gritted teeth. This is the proverbial last straw.
Even by the low standards of my crappy life, the last month has been extra shitty. It all started three weeks ago. I had left work early to surprise my dreamy doctor boyfriend. I was finally ready to sleep with him, to let him be the guy that took my virginity.
Unfortunately, I found him in bed with my roommate Sheila. My blonde-hair-out-of-a-bottle, 36DD watermelons-for-breasts roommate. Henceforth to be known as Sheila the Slut. That was pleasant.
The next day, the not-so-dreamy doctor, who I’ve since nick-named Larry the Lizard, came to the cheap all-night diner I waitressed at to try to explain himself. I freaked out and yelled at him. Evidently, I had yelled too loudly at a paying customer - he had ordered a coffee to go! - and the manager promptly fired me.
I couldn’t stand looking at Sheila the Slut, not even for a minute longer. I packed my bags and moved out. The bitch promptly demanded two months’ rent for releasing me from my lease.
So yeah. It had not been a great month.
And now my car was dead.
I groaned to myself as I got out and popped the hood as if I knew what I was doing. My cell phone was dead, the charger buried somewhere in all the crap in my car. I’d been sleeping in a tent for the last few nights, grateful it was summer. During the day, I knocked on the doors of every restaurant and bar in town trying to find another job, while watching the balance on my bank account steadily dwindle.
The night air was cool on my skin as I contemplated my options. It was nine thirty. Every garage in town would be closed for the night. I could hike to my campground, but that was three miles away, and I didn’t think I could carry my heavy tent and supplies there anyway. There was really only one option – camp here, at the side of the road, until morning, and then hike to a garage in town to try to get help.
I sighed. It really had been a crappy month, and it didn’t look like my troubles were over.
Had I known what was about to occur, I would have run, screaming from that deserted country road, as fast as I could.
I hauled out three of those neon orange warning triangles and set them up near my car so passing motorists wouldn’t rear-end the poor thing. That done, I pitched my tent in the dark, the thin beam of my flashlight serving as the only source of light. It was a dark, starless night. The moon had retreated behind some clouds, and there was a sense of stillness in the air, a heaviness that usually preceded a thunderstorm. I set up my little portable stove, emptied the contents of an instant hot-chocolate packet into a saucepan, added water from a bottle, and waited for the contents to boil.
I watched the little flames dance as I waited. They burned my eyes, a vivid contrast to the darkness all around. My thoughts were scattered. The stress of my job search, the vague hurt that was Sheila the Slut’s betrayal, the more powerful rage filled my mind when I thought about Larry the Lizard, my worries about my car, all of these blended around in my head in the deep quiet of the night until all that was left was a smoothie of bitterness and anxiety and bile.
Stop, I tried to tell myself. Relax. Shit will work out.
The darkness grew around me. The air noticeably thickened. I shivered and held my blanket tighter. It almost seemed like the darkness had an outline, something long and conical. As I surveyed the space, it seemed as if more and more of the shape crystallized. I imagined that I could see sleek fins, a blunt nose, a long body.
I sipped my cocoa and chortled to myself. I was imagining myself a spaceship.
And then the darkness undulated towards me, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe anymore.
2
When I woke up, I was somewhere else.
Awareness slowly returned, and with it, the realization that I was completely naked. Something that looked like rope bound me to the table I was lying on. My hands were tied above my head, my legs spread wide and tied on opposite ends of the table. A wet, slimy rope held my waist down. My chest was tied with two strands of the same slick material, one above and one below my breasts, cutting into my skin so that my breasts were compressed and pushed upwards.
I swallowed. The air was cool. My skin was clammy, the taste of fear acrid in my mouth. My nipples hardened in response to the cold, and I shivered some more.
The tentacles reach out to touch her. They slide slowly over her skin, and where they go, a tingling appears on the pink surface. Suction cups are attached to the lower side of the tentacles, and these cups suck at her soft, tender skin, leaving reddened marks behind. The tentacles slowly make their way to her breasts, and she whimpers in arousal as they slide back and forth across her nipples, causing the nubs to harden and pebble before the suckers attach themselves, pinching the tender flesh, pulling the nipples upward, applying tight suction to them so that they swell and elongate and harden even further.
What the heck? I thought. Where did that thought come from? But I knew the answer. From the deepest reaches of my imagination. Japanese hentai was my secret addiction, my lust fueled by the idea of those girls, tied up and helpless, unable to resist the cruel aliens that defiled their bodies. Their shrieks were sweet aphrodisiac to my ears, their moans powered my fingers as I touched myself while the movies played on my computer.
And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I seemed to be one of those girls. Bound, helpless on what seemed to be a spaceship, awaiting the tentacles.
“Hello Suzie,” a voice said coldly in the dark. A familiar, hated voice. Larry the Lizard.
He moved forward into the light, and I eyed him with loathing. It was amazing how quickly your opinion of someone could change. Only three short weeks ago, I’d found Larry attractive. His wavy dark hair that he kept tightly slicked back. The roguish twinkle in
his eyes. His lean body clothed in a tight t-shirt boasting the name of some hot Italian designer, a jacket carelessly tossed over his shoulders. A hint of stubble, as if he couldn’t be bothered to properly groom himself. Once, I’d found all of that irresistible.
I had been convinced that he was the one. The guy I should give the gift of my virginity to.
I snorted inwardly. When the rose-tinted glasses were cruelly ripped from my eyes by the sight of him and Sheila the Slut going at it like two rutting pigs, all that was left was a slightly greasy, slightly slovenly guy with an idiotic leer. Larry the Lizard. His nickname suited him well.
“What the fuck, Larry,” I spat at him. I was still afraid, but I was angry as well. This jerk could have had me, all of me, willingly, if he’d only bothered to keep his dick in his pants. There was no hurt. I’d spent enough time over the last three weeks crying over this weasel. Now, all that was left was anger.
“You know, Suzie, if I were you, I’d try being very nice to me,” he sneered, menace in his voice. I looked at him. He stood there, his eyes boring into my body, and I suddenly felt dirty and violated at his leering gaze. Tentatively, I tested my bonds. No dice. I was firmly tied down. I tried to appeal to his sanity instead.
“Larry, this is ridiculous, you can’t kidnap me,” I started. “You’ll lose your license, you could go to jail.”
He grinned at me, and I saw a glimmer of craziness in his eyes. “Well, that might be true if I did kidnap you,” he drawled. My nerve endings started tingling, and not in a good way. Larry always had a bit of a temper. Even though he was a doctor, he hadn’t been the sharpest of thinkers, acting on impulse, without thinking things through. Nothing about this situation boded well for me.
“But I didn’t. Bob did. See,” he added. “Allow me to introduce you to my friend here. I call him Bob.” He laughed, a sound that ended in a high-pitched giggle that had insanity written all over it. “Bob, come forward, if you will.”
Bob was an alien. A naked alien. A good-looking naked alien.
No tentacles, no ooze, no slime, but definitely an alien. How could I tell? Well, apart from the slightly green wax-like shimmer of his skin, a dead giveaway was the fact that he had two penises.
I couldn’t tear my gaze off those twin penises. See, I’d only seen one penis in real life. It was Larry’s far-from-impressive weapon, and I’d only seen it as he’d jumped off the bed in shock when I walked in on him and Sheila the Slut. Mostly, my exposure to penises was confined to the cartoon penises in Japanese hentai. All those penises were always large. Bob’s twin dongs? Well, let’s just say they made the cartoon penises look minuscule. These things were weapons.
“Ah, I see you’ve focused on Bob’s most impressive attribute,” Larry’s cold chuckle filled the room. “You know, it saddens me. Bob is as dumb as a brick. But he has two really large penises. Is this what life evolves to be?”
“Better than you, Larry, dumb as a brick, and a penis that isn’t even impressive,” I mocked. Not the wisest of moves, but I mean, come on. I’d found the guy pounding his meager prick into my roommate. Sluts, both of them.
Humor flashed unexpectedly in Bob’s eyes, and I wondered if he was as dumb as Larry made him out to be. The room was quiet, just for a second, as my words sank in, and then Larry came up to me, and slapped me across my face. I saw stars. He hadn’t been gentle.
“Ah, Suzie. You are going to regret that statement before we are done. I’m going to enjoy watching you scream and beg.”
I whitened, regretting my outburst. My voice came out, weak and wavering, and I wished I was stronger. “Larry, why are you doing this?” I begged. “Let me go, I haven’t done anything to you.”
“Really, you little cock-tease?” he asked me. “Wearing your short little skirts, waving that ass in my face, flaunting that cleavage of yours in tight t-shirts? I took you out to Café L’Amour and you didn’t put out? No, I paid for your dinner and you owe me, you little slut. I’m going to have you, whether you like it or not.”
Bile rose in my throat. He intended to rape me. And, tied down as I was, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Then he added something that made things even worse.
“But before that, Suzie, I’m going to experiment on your body. There’s a lot of equipment on this ship. Bob’s too stupid to explain what they are; I don’t even think he knows. You are the perfect little guinea pig, aren’t you?”
I kept silent. He back-handed me again, I could taste the blood in my mouth.
“Answer me, you little cock-tease!”
“Yes,” I said tonelessly, struggling to keep the fear out of my voice. He would only feed off the fear. “I’m the perfect little guinea pig.” And then I fainted.
3
“Little human. Suzie. Wake up.” A voice spoke in my head. A strong male voice.
“Don’t wake me,” I mumbled. “Let me sleep longer, I was having the weirdest dream.”
“It’s not a dream, little human. Wake.”
My eyes flew open. Neither Larry the Lizard, nor Bob the Alien were anywhere in sight. “Who is this?” I thought-asked, wondering if I’d totally lost my mind. I was talking to voices in my head. I knew I was stressed, what with the no-job, no-place-to-live situation, but still.
“You aren’t crazy, little human,” came the slightly amused reply. “I’m Bob. Well, that isn’t really my name, but that’s what your friend Larry calls me.”
“He’s not my friend,” I thought-said. I’m not sure why I thought that was the most important thing to clarify. “And also, Bob, what the fuck?”
Definite waves of amusement flooded through my brain. “You are a feisty one, little human,” Bob said, a touch of admiration in his voice. The voice in my head. “Let me explain.”
“Please.” There was only a touch of sarcasm in my thought.
Again, the amusement from the alien. Lovely.
“Let’s see, little human, where shall we begin? I am a traveler from a faraway place. I’ve been observing your planet for the last year.”
“Bob,” I interjected, trying to control my irritation with difficulty. “I don’t know how to point this out. I’m tied down to a table, naked. My demented ex-boyfriend, who also happens to be a doctor, is planning some undoubtedly vile experiments on my body. Can you just set me free before we exchange life stories?”
“Sadly, little human, I cannot,” Bob said, and I could hear the regret in his thought. “Your demented ex-boyfriend controls my crystal.”
“Come again for big fudge?” I said stupidly, and then realized an alien from outer space was hardly likely to be aware of current slang. But I guess the meaning translated just fine, because he didn’t ask for clarification.
“At birth, my people separate their souls from their bodies, little human,” he explained. “My soul is stored in a crystal. Your friend Larry thought it was a diamond and put it in his pocket. As long as Larry has that crystal in his possession, I must obey him.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, despair in my thoughts.
“Because the crystal is in the pocket of his pants. Sometime tonight, he will drop his pants in order to fuck you, little human. And at that point, I will retrieve the crystal, and revenge will be mine. But until then, little human, you will have to endure what happens. Have hope. The night will not last forever.”
I gulped. Fear clouded my brain. It was all very well for him to tell me to endure. He wasn’t the one who was going to be tortured.
“Little human,” his voice was firm. “I will make this as pleasant as possible for you. I promise.”
I heard footsteps. It was Larry the Lizard, and he was holding an injection in his hand. “Nighty-night, little Suzie,” he said mockingly, as he poked the needle into my forearm, taking no care to be gentle. I screamed, a sound that brought a twisted, evil smile to his face. My heart sank even further. What was in store for me? But before I could worry about my plight, the drugs took effect, and I
fell asleep.
I was in a different place when I came to. I was strapped to a table that looked like the kind in a doctor’s office, half-sitting, half-lying-down. My legs were spread wide with stirrups. My thighs had straps holding them in place, as did my waist. My hands were tied above my head again. I could arch my shoulders a little bit, pushing my breasts up in the air, but I couldn’t otherwise move.
Above my head was a contraption that sent shudders of horror through me. As best as I could describe, it looked like an upside-down half-circle, but writhing from it were hundreds of arms. Or were they tentacles? Each one of the arms ended in a device meant to torture me. Dildos. Clamps. Alligator clips. Tweezers. Plugs. Needles. (Gulp.) Tubes. Nozzles. This was a nightmarish combination of Japanese Hentai and the Evil Doctor’s Lair. I was petrified.
Strangely, I also felt my nipples perk up, my pussy moisten.
“Quite a little shop of horrors, don’t you think, Suzie?” Larry’s voice sounded in my ear. I fought not to recoil from him. Tried to keep my fear from showing. My fear would only arouse the bastard. I didn’t bother replying.
He reached over, pinched my nipples harshly, twisting them and pulling them till my eyes had tears in them. “I’d suggest replying to my question, Suzie.”