Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  Tamora obeyed silently, her eyes on the floor. As she lay down, the snaking ropes from the machine came forward, and I watched as her arms were bound above her head, her legs parted and bound, leaving her open for either the dildos or Bob. Or both.

  “Close your eyes, Tamora,” Bob ordered. “Keep them closed. I’m not going to blindfold you, but if your eyes open, I will punish you.”

  “Yes, traveler,” she replied softly.

  It was insanely erotic to watch Tamora on the machine. It was like the days when I used to watch porn on my laptop. But better. I could see every breath Tamora took. Every shiver of her body. Every involuntarily twitch of her tail.

  I watched as the breast cups nestled on Tamora’s beautiful globes. I heard the whirring as the pump switched on and watched Tamora’s breasts redden and swell. Finally, two metal rings clicked at the base, and the cups pulled away. Tamora’s breasts were now bulging, beautiful and reddened. From my memories of the breast cups, her breasts would be feeling insanely sensitive right about now.

  “Bite them, Suzie,” Bob ordered. He was watching me with amusement, and I flushed, as I realized that my gaze had been held transfixed by what was happening to Tamora. I got to my feet and went over. I reached out and rolled her hard nipples between my fingers, then I lowered my mouth on them. My teeth grazed her nipples, and I heard her yelp in pleasure.

  “Quiet, Tamora,” Bob ordered. “Let’s give you some incentive.” My most dreaded part of the machine – the mouth tube came snaking towards Tamora. It was a good thing her eyes were closed. There was nothing fun about this bit.

  Going by her whimpers of protest as the tube snaked down her throat, she found the tube about as fun as I did. Not at all. But she was better behaved than I usually was. She didn’t twitch or flail or cry. She bore it stoically.

  After a few minutes of throat fucking, the tube snaked out, and Tamora took several retching breaths. Bob was by her side, offering her some water, which she accepted with muted thanks. I had gone back to kneeling at the side of the machine, and I was amazed to see that she kept her eyes closed through each sip of the water, mindful of Bob’s earlier orders.

  Tamora was fucking impressive. I was having a major girl crush at the moment.

  Bob chuckled at my thoughts. “Let’s see,” he said thoughtfully. “Suzie. Come here.” I stood next to the machine, and Bob guided two breast cups towards my breasts. They were quickly and efficiently pumped, and the rings fastened at their base so my breasts too bulged obscenely from my chest. “Perfect,” Bob said, eying my chest. “Now, lie on top of Tamora, face down,” he ordered.

  Oh, I was glad her eyes were closed. I went scarlet with embarrassment, and wished, not for either the first or last time that Bob didn’t have the ability to read my mind.

  “Please, Suzie,” he scoffed at me silently. “I didn’t need to read your mind for that last bit, you were practically drooling.” I flushed again, but I moved to drape myself over Tamora.

  It was magnificent. Every inch of her came into contact with me, and I parted my legs and tried automatically to grind my pussy into hers. A sharp pain hit me at my ass. Damn cattle prod. “Sorry,” I muttered. I should have known better.

  “Indeed,” Bob said silkily. “Now…”

  Two dildos pushed into my pussy and my ass. From the way Tamora stiffened under me, the same thing had happened to her. I could feel her body rock as the dildos pounded in and out of her. I ground against her as the dildos slammed in and out of me. Our hardened nipples were chafing against each other with each stroke of the dildos, and it was more erotic than anything I’d ever seen or done in my entire life.

  “Now, Suzie, Tamora, open your mouths,” Bob said aloud, and he pushed his twin dicks into our opened mouths. He wasn’t gentle, and I was inwardly grateful at the preparation the machine had put me through to get me ready for this moment. I suppressed my gag reflex, and took him down my throat, and I could hear Tamora swallow as she did the same.

  “Wait, you did shower, right?” Once that thought occurred to me, I had to ask Bob. I thought the question at him, and I could feel him laugh silently. “Yes, little human,” he assured me. “Now, will you please concentrate on my dick?”

  I’d like to be able to say that I gave him the world’s best blowjob. But when you have two dicks, and each dick is in the mouth of a different woman, there’s no careful teasing. No licking of the head, no slurping of precum. He fucked our throats. Hard. Fast. And I held on and concentrated on not gagging.

  On the other end, I could hear the squishing sounds as the dildos pistoned in and out of me. I wriggled and Tamora wriggled. Each time we moved, our nipples rubbed against each other. Her breasts felt hot on my skin, and I’m sure mine were swollen and hot as well. Bob pummeled our throats, and finally, he groaned and just thrust even deeper, and held his cocks down our throats. I could feel the spurts of semen emerge from him straight down my mouth, and I swallowed frantically.

  A long vibrating bullet came towards us from the machine. It nestled between my legs and burrowed till my clitoris was resting against it. From Tamora’s muted groan, it had made contact with her clitoris as well.

  “Ladies,” Bob’s voice spoke, and he sounded amused. “Shall we find out who is going to climax first?”

  22

  “Kiss Tamora,” Bob ordered me. I was happy to. My inhibitions about making out with other women had rapidly receded when Tamora had pushed her pussy in my mouth.

  My hand reached out and cupped Tamora’s jaw, as my lips made contact with her. I moaned a little moan of pleasure as I felt her soft lips part against mine, felt the initial exploration of her tongue. I felt her hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer to her. We were both naked.

  “Put your hands behind your backs,” Bob snapped. His voice might have been curt, but he couldn’t quite hide the thread of amusement in it. I hadn’t known many men back on Earth, but all of them had fantasies of women kissing each other, and more. Clearly, that went for two-dicked aliens as well.

  We both promptly obeyed. I interlaced my fingers behind my back and went back to my task of exploring Tamora’s delicious mouth. That sensual lower lip, so beautifully plump, asking to be nibbled. That little bow-shaped upper lip that my tongue traced a line around. Everything about Tamora was perfect and sensuous and very, very desirable.

  We kissed for a few minutes, paying no attention to Bob. Lost in the moment, I moved my lips to her long neck, nibbling and sucking that tender flesh as she groaned in pleasure. She arched her neck back, and I beamed inwardly at her reaction, delighted that my lips were the cause of her arousal.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Bob’s voice was a little hoarse. I smirked a little as we both nodded. “Suzie, suck her nipples, play with her breasts.”

  “Gladly,” I said. Bob translated for Tamora, since the translation potion only ensured I could understand them, not the other way around. Tamora flashed me a smile. I cupped those perfect breasts in my hands, running my fingers all over them, as I lowered my mouth on her right nipple. I ran my tongue along the nub and watched as it swelled in arousal.

  “Slap them,” Bob instructed.

  “She’s not going to ensure I spend some time in prison if I do this, is she?” I thought worriedly to Bob. I was happy to obey him. The aching in my pussy demanded that I obey him, but I didn’t want to spend years in an Erdese slave camp as a punishment for my presumption.

  Bob laughed aloud and repeated my concern to Tamora, who laughed as well. “No, of course not, Suzie,” she purred. “Right now, I’m a pet, just like you are, obeying the orders of her master.” She turned to Bob. “If anything, traveler, it should be you who is concerned.”

  Bob appeared unfazed. “You know what I’d like my pets to do, Tamora?” He walked over to both of us, and smacked our asses, hard. “I’d like my pets to speak when they are spoken to. And I’d like my pets to obey me. Suzie – slap her fucking breasts before I lose my patience with you.”

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bsp; Ah, that line. There was a line with Bob. A line you didn’t cross.

  “Yes, Bob,” I said meekly, and smacked Tamora’s left breast, while my mouth found her right nipple again, and I grazed it with my teeth. A hiss greeted my efforts, and Tamora pushed her chest towards me.

  “Do you like your breasts being spanked, Tamora?” Bob’s voice was back to its normal amused tone. I hit the outsides of both her breasts with my hands, then moved my palms over them, cupping them and squeezing them. She closed her eyes for one brief second as her mouth make a little moan of arousal.

  “Yes, traveler,” she said finally, her voice hoarse. She looked like she was having difficulty forming words.

  I rained down blows on Tamora’s reddening breasts, alternating each smack with a kiss of her beautiful mouth, and a nibble of her erect nipples. She was moaning constantly now, a sweet sound that seemed to have a direct line to my pussy. I could feel myself gush in response to the effect I was having on her.

  “Suzie,” Bob’s voice interrupted. “I think Tamora should return the favor. Tamora – suck on Suzie’s tits.”

  Ah, that word. Tits. It sounded so crude. So humiliating. So arousing.

  Tamora cupped my breasts in her hands, pushing them together, her eyes gleaming. Her mouth descended on my nipples, and she moved her attention from one breast to another, until both my nipples stood, erect, tender, engorged. It was glorious. I threw my head back, and my legs parted involuntarily as her mouth sent shards of longing snaking through my body.

  I moaned. Breathy little moans that were interspersed with words. “Please… don’t stop, more…” Bob didn’t bother to translate; my intent was clear.

  “Spank those pretty tits, Tamora,” Bob instructed. “And then take her nipples in your hands and pull them. Suzie likes the pain.”

  Tamora complied with a smile. I bit my lip as my breasts jiggled in response to the spanking. The sound of the smacks echoed around the room. Then, she rolled my nipples between her fingers, and pulled them towards her. Her grip was firm, and the pleasure-pain in my breasts was excruciating and delightful at the same time.

  “Is her pussy wet, Tamora? Check for me.” Bob’s voice was ragged again. It wasn’t just that he was watching the scene unfold in front of his eyes. My mind was also open to his. He could literally feel my arousal.

  Tamora dipped a dainty finger in my dripping pussy and showed it to Bob. “Yes, traveler, she’s very wet,” she said, laughter in her voice. I grinned at her, and she smiled back.

  “Taste her, Tamora,” Bob instructed. Tamora’s eyes never left mine, as she raised her finger to her mouth. Her tongue reached out and she lapped my juices and I groaned as she licked her lips in obvious satisfaction. Damn it, this wasn’t fair. I wanted to taste her again.

  “Suzie, I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bench. Tamora, why don’t you spank Suzie’s ass?”

  I moved to obey. This was so insanely erotic. The two of us were puppets in Bob’s little fantasy, and it was so hot to just follow his instructions. So freeing to do exactly as he asked, without thinking about who or what or where or why.

  Tamora’s palms rained blows down on me. Each smack made me jump, made me moan. She was a tall, powerfully built Warrior Queen, and I felt that power in every stinging blow. “Very nice,” Bob complimented Tamora as I whimpered in mingled pleasure and pain. “I do like the color you are putting on her ass, Tamora. Nicely done.”

  “Thank you, traveler,” she muttered, without interrupting her spanking. My ass felt afire. I was convinced it was beet red and swollen.

  “Does your skin feel hot, Suzie?” Bob’s voice was slightly mocking. “Okay, you two. Hands and knees, both of you, and I want your asses touching each other. Tamora, you can feel the effects your palms had on Suzie.”

  We moved to obey, Tamora winking discreetly at me. There were layers within layers in the pleasure. Bob was orchestrating our movements, it was true. But it was Tamora’s hands on my body, her mouth on mine. And she was very, very beautiful.

  Tamora’s tail swished as her ass pushed into mine, then I could feel it graze my hips as she curled it to one side. I ground my ass into hers and groaned when I felt her do the same thing.

  Thwack. A flogger came down, hard, on my sore ass, and Tamora’s whimper and the noise of another flogger stroke indicated she’d been smacked as well. “Did I give you two permission to grind against each other?”

  Bob’s voice was dangerous, and I creamed. Somewhere in the last week, I had come to trust Bob. Perhaps it was his insistence that I remove my bracelet whenever he was going to push my limits. The extreme care he took to make sure he could read my thoughts, just to keep me safe. Or perhaps it was because we both seemed to be bent the same way. I was rapidly discovering that I liked kink. Not just watching kink on my laptop, but actually participating in it. The more Bob threw my way, the more I enjoyed myself. And he could tell, and he took pleasure in seeing to it that I received a thorough sexual education.

  Swat. Another hard stroke on my ass, and I ground against Tamora almost by instinct. “Stay in the moment, Suzie,” Bob chided softly in my thoughts. “There’s time for introspection later.”

  I looked at him for a brief second, smiled and nodded. I felt warmth run through my body. He took such good care of me.

  The flogger whistled down on the two of us a few times. Each time it struck one of us, we instinctively moved back, grinding against the other. My pussy was dripping. My nipples erect. I could feel Tamora’s wetness rub my thighs. Her tail swished involuntarily every once in a while. Bob just moved in a languid circle around us, making sure there wasn’t an inch of our asses that was flaming red by the time he was done. But each stroke landed to balance me perfectly between pleasure and pain. Each strike of the flogger sent pleasure erupting within my body. All I could do was bite my lips and strain to hold back my climax.

  “Very good, Suzie,” Bob said approvingly. “Tamora. Observe Suzie. Same rules for you - you cannot come without permission.”

  I heard her protesting whimper, and I felt for her with every inch of my body. I was in almost physical pain with the effort of holding back my orgasm. I forced scenes of the late-night diner in Albuquerque through my head. Working the late-night shift, where the only customers were sad, drunk men who invariably pawed me but forgot to tip me, or massive groups of chattering college kids, who took hours to carefully calculate what each person owed, and never had enough money to tip me properly. I was counting on those memories as a way to hold back my rapidly approaching climax.

  Bob laughed. “Ah Suzie,” he thought in my head. “Do you think I’m going to allow that?” His fingers reached forward and found my clitoris, and he thumbed it – once, twice in quick succession, till my attention once again returned to the scene I was in. “Much better,” he said smugly.

  Not for the first time, I wanted to smack him.

  I bit my lip to hold back the scathing words and I heard Bob laugh again, and his hand reached down to brush my cheek. It was a gesture of affection. I felt all warm and fuzzy until I realized that Bob would feel the same affection towards a pet. Then, I wanted to hit him all over again.

  “Of course not, Suzie,” he contradicted me in my thoughts. “I enjoy pushing your limits. But I don’t think of you as a pet.” Then he spoke aloud. “Okay. Tamora. Straighten up for a second, please.”

  Positioned as I was, facing away from Tamora, I couldn’t see what Bob did to her. I heard her sharp indrawn breath though, and her small whimper. Then Bob moved around to me and gestured for me to get on my knees.

  I obeyed and looked at him. He had a pair of vicious-looking nipple clamps with a chain connecting them dangling from his fingers. “Let’s get these on, shall we?” he said, with an amused quirk to his lips. He pinched my nipples a couple of times till they were engorged, and then he quickly clamped them. I groaned as sharp shards of pain radiated outward from my nipples to the rest of my body.

  “Okay.” Bob�
��s voice was relaxed. He walked towards the wall and returned with a massive dildo. That thing had to be twenty inches long, and as thick as a fist. “Now, Suzie, Tamora, I want you to get down on your hands and knees, like you did before. But this time, each of you is going to have one end of this dildo in your pussy. His fingers worked while he talked, trickling lube over the dildo, and coating it thoroughly. And then he bent down and held the dildo so it would line up with our pussies. “Push it in now,” he ordered.

  Tamora’s moans filled the room as she pushed her hips back against that monster dildo. My quieter whimpers bracketed her cries as I moved my hips back and felt that massive shaft stretch me. It hurt in the best way, in a way I’d come to love in the last week. I gritted my teeth together and pushed and felt the fullness in every inch of my pussy.

  “Start pumping,” Bob’s voice cut through our moans. He spanked my ass as punctuation, and I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees, moving my hips so that I was grinding into the dildo, impaling myself on it for Bob’s pleasure. I could hear the slick sound of our juices mingling with the lube as we slammed our bodies into the dildo, while Bob held the middle and smacked our butts as a reward.

  Each time I rocked, my dangling breasts shook, and the chain connecting the clamps moved, and sharp spikes of pain shot through me. I groaned but rocked harder. Pleasure spiraled within me, and my mind narrowed. All I could feel was the slight ache in my nipples, the tingling of every nerve ending in my pussy as the dildo slid in and out of me. My ass slapped against Tamora’s as I took the massive dildo deeper within me, and in the vague background of my mind, I could hear her keening moans.

  Bob knelt next to us, and I felt his fingers part my folds and find my clitoris. Tamora’s tail swished against my sore ass, and her sudden gasp suggested that Bob’s fingers had found her clitoris as well.

  “Ambidextrous?” I asked him archly in my mind. “Impressive, Bob.”

  I could feel him shaking with laughter, but his fingers just rubbed me harder. “I really don’t think I’m doing a good enough job here, Suzie, if you are able to form coherent thoughts,” he spoke in my head. In the room, Tamora gasped and whimpered as she too felt the effects of his fingers on her. I could see her speeding up, slamming herself against the dildo in a frenzied lurch towards climax. I could feel myself do the same thing. So close. I was so close…