Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  “I’m reasonably sure I didn’t give either of you permission to come,” Bob said, a hard edge in his voice, removing his hands just as I was about to orgasm. I bit off a cry of despair. I had been so close to finding release. Tamora growled, a noise of utter displeasure, and I felt the air whoosh past me as the flogger found Tamora’s ass, and she received two hard blows. “Who is in charge here, Tamora?” he snapped.

  “You are, traveler,” she replied, her voice soft. “Please forgive me.”

  Wow, she was good. Her tone was flawless. That softness, that sweet submissiveness. Anyone who ruled ruthlessly over a slave world wasn’t likely to be submissive by nature, but Tamora played the role with stunning perfection.

  Or maybe she just really, really wanted to come. God knows I did.

  Bob chuckled silently in response to my thoughts. “Tamora, Suzie,” he ordered. “Get back on your knees, face each other.” His hand moved to my right nipple and undid the clamp. I bit back a scream as the blood rushed to my nipple, and Bob’s mouth lowered on it, and he gently soothed it till the pain receded.

  “Okay?” he asked me. I nodded silently. “Good,” he grinned. “Because it’s going back on your nipple. I just wanted to do this first.” He beckoned Tamora closer, and ran the chain connecting my nipple clamps through the chain connecting hers. Then, he clamped my right nipple again, ignoring my protesting moan as dull pain throbbed through me. “You’ll live,” he said unsympathetically. “Stop whining.”

  Stop whining. Oh, but I was going to throw something at his head. Something hard. Something that would cause pain. Perhaps that twenty-inch dildo.

  He laughed aloud. “Simmer down, Suzie,” he snapped. “Unless you want the flogger on your breasts? The one I used earlier today on you?

  The flogger he had used on me earlier had been one coated with a liquid that had the same burning, itching effect as nettles did. It had stung, and I’d been reduced to a crying wreck in instants.

  “No,” I said meekly. “I’m sorry.”

  He winked at me. “Now, the two of you. Kiss.” Tamora was facing me, and at that command, we both rolled our eyes and burst out laughing at exactly the same time. “What’s funny?” Bob asked. I didn’t know why he couldn’t just read my mind and find out, unless he just wanted me to say it out aloud. Tamora giggled as he drew near.

  I couldn’t stop laughing, threat of the nettle whip or otherwise. “Oh, come on,” I giggled. “Kiss. Every guy in the galaxy evidently has a thing about two women kissing.”

  Bob translated for Tamora, and she laughed as well. “Indeed,” she agreed with a smile. “Sorry, traveler. I couldn’t help myself.”

  Bob’s lips twitched. “Yes,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It’s good to know that the two of you find me very predictable. Now, kiss.”

  We kissed. As funny as Bob’s order was, the truth was that I wanted to kiss Tamora again. Her mouth felt different. Her lips were softer than Bob’s, and she kissed the way I wanted to be kissed. I moved towards her and felt the ache in my nipples as the two intertwined chains pulled at the clamps. She whimpered into my mouth and I moaned into hers, and for a few minutes, the two of us were lost to everything. Completely in the moment.

  “So fucking hot.” Bob’s voice was hoarse. “Keep going.” His hands moved over the two of us, stroking our backs and lightly slapping our asses. Each movement caused the nipple clamps to tug. My pussy was absolutely, completely drenched. He’d been teasing us for such a long time. And every time Tamora flicked her tongue into my mouth, every time she licked and bit my lower lip between her teeth, every time I felt her soft breasts grind into mine, I groaned and dripped some more.

  I couldn’t stand it. It was all too much. There was nothing touching my clitoris, nothing at all, but I didn’t need contact. The slow, steady build – it all arched towards a place where I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came hard, shaking and whimpering, each quiver causing another aching tug on my breasts that kept my climax going until I finally slumped towards Tamora, utterly spent.

  “Suzie.” Bob’s voice was filled with displeasure, but he was also in my mind, and I could tell he was more amused and aroused than irritated. “Get on the floor on your knees. If you can’t control yourself, you can watch while I fuck Tamora.”

  Oh, the humanity. Watching Bob flip Tamora on her back and thrust his dicks into her waiting pussy and ass was among the hottest visuals in my life. Hearing her moan, throwing her head back so that her glorious red hair cascaded down her back—I didn’t think I’d ever forget that sound of pleasure. The squelching sounds of her wet pussy as he pounded into her sparked arousal through my entire body. I knelt there, hands docilely behind my back, my nipples clamped and my pussy dripping, and I watched the most erotic show unfold before my eyes.

  There was more fucking. We took advantage of every minute Tamora had to spare from the cares of running a world. She fucked me with a strap-on. I fucked her with one. Bob made us lie on top of each other and then thrust his dicks into our conveniently positioned vaginas. Every variant of pleasure and pain was explored that night, until we were finally sated and Tamora took her leave with a smirk.

  “Suzie,” she purred. “Any time you want to come back and visit…”

  I grinned. “I might have to take you up on that.” Bob laughed and translated.

  23

  Everything was painfully sore the next morning. I groaned at breakfast, and in an attempt to take my mind off my aching body, I engaged Bob in conversation. “Tell me about your friend,” I said casually to Bob as he wandered in. I wore my bracelet so he couldn’t read my mind. In the few hours I’d been asleep, I’d had an exceedingly detailed erotic dream about George and Bob. I didn’t want Bob to see that image just yet. He’d make it come true, and I wanted my muscles to heal before I jumped into my next adventure.

  I’d been reading a book from my luggage until he joined me in the tiny galley. I didn’t own many books. I wondered what would happen when I ran out.

  “George?” His lips twitched. “Are you attracted to George, Suzie?”

  “Maybe,” I replied. “Would that be a problem?”

  He shook his head. “Remember, Suzie, we travel looking for sexual experience on this ship. I’m assuming there’s plenty of times when you’ll find it without me, and plenty of times when I’ll do the same.”

  Hmm. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or jealous. I shelved that thought for future exploration.

  “George is a truth-seeker,” he said. “Mercenary for hire.”

  I looked puzzled. He clarified. “We accused Larry the Lizard of some crimes yesterday,” he explained. “And Tamora bent the rules by sentencing him for punishment on Edrem.”

  I nodded. This much I knew.

  “Well, he can’t be sentenced just based on our testimony,” he elaborated. “George is from my home world. My people are relatively unique in the galaxy in that we can read minds. George read Larry’s mind and confirmed his guilt. From what he was saying, he’s contracting with Tamora at the moment.”

  “But all men on Edrem are slaves, aren’t they?” I wrinkled my brow.

  Bob shook his head. “Most, but not all. I didn’t become a slave just by stepping foot on Erdese soil. The Erdese respect the sovereign rights of other worlds.”

  “Does he sleep with Tamora?”

  “Not a clue,” Bob shrugged. “Unlikely. Apart from the Erdese taboos, Tamora wouldn’t sleep with someone in her employ. But there’s other Erdese women.”

  It was all very interesting. Bob was more interested in the sexual habits of the galaxy, but I was quite interested with their cultures, their taboos, the way they organized their lives. I was even interested in what they ate. Maybe because it was all so new to me.

  “So, is Larry gone?” I asked. My voice was slightly nervous. I hated Larry with a passion for what he had done to me, but I was also conflicted. Had it not been for Larry, I would still be stuck in Albuquerque, not exploring the stars with B
ob. And I still wasn’t sure how I felt about him being made a slave on Edrem, even if it was just for a year.

  Bob nodded. His eyes were on me. “Are you okay, Suzie?” he asked, his voice kind.

  “I think so,” I said. “I just don’t want to think about it for a while.”

  He didn’t comment.

  “What do you do on this ship?” I asked him that evening. “I’m bored.”

  I sounded like a petulant teenager. But I’d finished my book, and we had another day of travel until our next destination. Bob had decreed a break from my medical torture device. I had nothing to do.

  “Ah,” he remarked. “I do need to show you the features of your room, don’t I? You’ll need to learn how to set it up. Plus, there’s the Internet.”

  “The Internet? Like the Internet from home?” If I sounded amazed, it was because I was. I was millions of miles away from Earth.

  He nodded. “It’s a cached copy,” he said. “A full update done every week or so, but if you have certain sites you want updated more often, let me know and I’ll configure it.”

  “How?”

  He shrugged. “There’s a lot of information aboard this ship,” he replied. “You can only see the information from Earth, lest you change the course of history on your world. But still, that gives you something to do.”

  “I can watch Netflix?”

  He smirked. “You can watch any movie and read any book that has been digitized. Not just Netflix.”

  I laughed. “Okay, in that case, we can correct some of your sadly pathetic gaps in Earth knowledge.” I winked at him. “You had no idea who Toto was. We are going to watch the Wizard of Oz tonight.”

  “Suzie. I belong to a highly evolved species who has developed the technology to travel faster than light, on spaceships powered by almost no fuel. Do you think I have time to watch movies?”

  I rolled my eyes. “As best as I can tell,” I remarked dryly, “you seem to be avoiding your world like the plague, and you spend your time smuggling chocolate and champagne. Oh. And have an insane amount of sex as well. So yes, I do think you have time to watch a movie with me.”

  He laughed at me. “Fair enough, little human,” he said. “Your chamber or mine?”

  We picked my chamber, and Bob showed me how to convert the wall into a massive TV screen. Then, he showed me how to decorate the room, which was just as easy as wishing myself breakfast. I wished myself a large, king-size bed, lots of pillows and blankets, and I went into the galley to get popcorn and a Pepsi, handing Bob his glass.

  He made a face at the soda. “I’ve had this stuff on your world,” he remarked with distaste. “I’m going to get myself a beer instead. You want one?”

  “Beer!” Why hadn’t I realized the machine could make me some beer? “Yes! I definitely want a beer.”

  He left, shaking his head at me and laughing. When he returned, he was carrying a couple of pint glasses that were definitely filled with beer.

  “This is fucking brilliant,” I told him. “Let’s watch.”

  The Wizard of Oz was a bit wasted on Bob. He was completely puzzled by it. “Why are bits of it in black and white?” was his first question. “Houses can’t fly in tornadoes,” he observed a minute later. I told him it was fantasy, and he just shook his head. Finally, I told him that I would throw something at him if he said another word, and he settled down and drank his beer, getting up a couple of times in the middle to get both of us refills. By the time the movie was over, I was giggling and drunk, and Bob was watching me with a very amused smile on his face.

  “Take off your clothes,” I smirked at him.

  He laughed aloud. “Suzie with alcohol in her bloodstream,” he observed. “This will be interesting.”

  “I’m keeping my bracelet on,” I warned him, though I ruined the effect by giggling madly.

  “Oh, please do,” he said, his eyes laughing. “I’m fascinated by this.”

  “Come on, take off your clothes,” I pouted. “I want to see if I can fit both your cocks in my mouth.”

  He snorted. “I’d be highly offended if you can,” he said dryly.

  “Why aren’t you drunk?” I asked him. It didn’t seem fair that the room was spinning around me, and he was stone cold sober.

  “First, because alcohol doesn’t affect me the same way. But even if it did, Suzie, I’m a bit bigger than you are.”

  “Yes, there is that,” I giggled again, moving my hands over his pants, trying to grab his dicks. “Come on,” I wheedled. “Take them off.”

  “Go to bed, Suzie,” he said to me firmly.

  “Join me,” I replied. “You never sleep with me. Why? Do you turn into an ogre or a wolf at night or something?”

  He looked completely puzzled by that. Which was fair, because even if he wasn’t an alien, that insane mix of pop culture references would have thrown him. “Okay,” he conceded. “But we both keep our clothes on.”

  “Fine,” I replied. “If you insist. But I think the rules need a revisit. If I can never refuse to have sex with you, it seems only reasonable that you put out whenever I want.”

  He laughed outright at that and leaned forward and kissed my lips very gently. “Good night, Suzie,” he said firmly, waving a lazy hand in the direction of the control panel on the wall. The light cooperatively turned off.

  “I’ve got to learn how to do that,” I said and promptly went to sleep.

  24

  “Never let me drink again,” I groaned at him the next morning in the galley, as I wished myself coffee.

  “Your alcohol tolerance is terrible,” he noted. “Even by human standards. Drunk after three beers. What’s up with that?”

  “I rarely drink,” I confessed. “My aunt Mary thought alcohol was a creation of the Devil. And in Albuquerque, I just couldn’t afford it very often. Beer’s a rare treat for me.” I clutched my head and sipped my coffee, but the pounding didn’t go away. “This is so unfair,” I whined. “I’m on a ship where I can drink as much beer as I want, and I get a fucking hangover. Brilliant.”

  He laughed, but he got up and walked away to return with a clear liquid. “Drink,” he ordered, and I did, not even bothering to ask what was in the glass. What was he going to do, tie me up and ravish me? He did that plenty of times a day, with my full and willing consent.

  Instantly, my head felt better. “I’m not going to bail you out every time you get drunk,” he scolded. “I have a limited supply of that potion, so you will need to watch how much you indulge.”

  I hugged him on impulse. “Thank you, Bob,” I said. He was actually quite nice, though he hid it under mild grumpiness and lots and lots of orders.

  He looked slightly uncomfortable. “We’ll be in Cerisu this afternoon,” he said.

  “What’s Cerisu?”

  He smiled mysteriously. “You’ll find out.” I changed my mind. He wasn’t quite nice at all. He was just maddening.

  “Behold,” he said with a smirk. “Cerisu.”

  All I could see was water everywhere. I’d never been to the ocean, but it would have paled in comparison with this. Blue skies, blue water, as far as the eye could see. We were on a hovercraft-like vehicle, skimming the surface of the water. The cool spray hit my face, and I laughed and moved, wanting to trail my hand in the cool water.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” Bob said. He sounded amused. “At least, not just yet. Let’s talk about Cerisu first.”

  “Okay,” I said warily, warned by his tone. Whenever Bob was amused, I was going to be subject to an experience that would push my boundaries. He’d said I’d be safe, but his definition of safe was slightly different from mine. I still woke up moaning from my time in Edrem, but every time, my pussy was drenched. To Bob’s way of thinking, that made it all worthwhile. I wasn’t really sure if I agreed.

  I’d forgotten that I’d left my bracelet behind on the ship. He could read my thoughts. “I warned you that I travelled searching for sexual adventure,” he spoke in my mind. “Did yo
u imagine my travels to be tame?” There was a faint note of challenge in his voice, a slight overlay of derision. I didn’t like that derision. I wanted to meet the challenge of whatever Bob threw my way.

  “Good,” he said, catching that thought. “Because Cerisu is going to be interesting.”

  “Interesting how?” My voice was still wary.

  “If I had to describe the inhabitants of Cerisu to you, I guess they’d be closest to the tentacle monsters of your imagination.” He laughed as he spoke.

  I flushed beet red. I had many fantasies about being taken by many-tentacled monsters, helpless to resist as they pried my legs open and slid their tentacles into my shuddering pussy, ass and mouth.

  “Yes, exactly,” Bob said wryly, in my mind. “That’s today’s experience. Ready?”

  I gulped. “Will it hurt?” I asked. My voice was unsteady.

  “Maybe,” Bob said noncommittally. “Go forth and have an adventure, little human. What’s the point of traveling around the galaxy if you are afraid of sampling what comes your way?”

  Right. Fair enough, except this was only my second world. Edrem, now Cerisu.

  His voice spoke in my head, and his tone was reassuring. “Remember, I can track your emotions. I will pull you out if it is ever too dangerous, if you feel complete panic or if there is no arousal to be had.”

  “Okay.” My hands were shaking when I said that, but underneath my t-shirt, my nipples were erect, aroused by the promise of what was to come.

  “Get naked, and put this on,” Bob instructed me. He handed me what looked like a clear plastic hood. “It’ll enable you to breathe underwater,” he explained. I stripped efficiently, and lowered the hood over my head, it shrank and molded to the precise contours of my face. “Bob, I can’t breathe,” I thought at him, panic tinging the thought.