This was going to be a wild ride.
Chapter II: Signing In
I found myself starting to relax as we zoomed up in the elevator. The three women, or whatever they were, offered charming, beguiling company. Perhaps that was the point… maybe they’re only here to put me off my guard so that when this door slides open, I can be easily blasted into millions of fragments by some evil galactic dictator…
My paranoia was eased by the thought of this redhead and her alpha waves. The lift seemed to be taking a while. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are alpha waves?”
The redhead girl smiled charmingly. “They are a means of communication. Your whole body, and mine, are conduits for electrical activity that begins in the brain. I am sending commands to my nervous system that creates a generous energy field, vibrating at a level that I choose. You do the same thing. I can sense that you find all three of us highly attractive and stimulating. Perhaps you desire us sexually. This is quite normal and was part of the reaction we hoped to provoke from you. In turn, you can sense, I hope, that I also find you attractive. I cannot speak for my colleagues, as it is bad manners among our race to interpret the energy waves of those with whom you have professional relationships. Too many complications and distractions could result.”
Like flirting in church, I thought. This was terrific! Now that I thought about it, perhaps I could sense something from her. A very slight but perceptible tingle in my skin, very hard to describe, but real nevertheless. It was nice. “I’ve got to ask… forgive me if this is rude… but are you, actually … well, women?”
The three burst into a fit of giggles and just then the elevator door opened into a massive hallway, clearly some kind of transit or reception area. Thousands of individuals were on their way somewhere, all in different directions. Huge, multi-coloured screens were displaying hoards of information that streamed from right to left at incredible speeds. It was quite noisy but in the cavernous space, there was no din, only a discreet, ordered, continuous exodus.
“I’m afraid there are one or two administrative matters to attend to. You must register as a visitor here, if you don’t mind. We have had a number of difficulties with, shall we say, guests who did not quite appreciate our hospitality as you do, and these details have proven rather ugly in their execution”. I flinched at the word.
“Of course. Anything you need”.
Perhaps they really were getting under my skin. If this was some ruse to keep me malleable and co-operative, it was a work of genius. I was truly putty in their hands. But, then again, I was walking around in a new universe and I was having a fantastic time. Everything I saw was new. As we approached the giant, semicircular reception desk, I passed a hundred different forms of life. Some were mere wisps of gas floating serenely by, communicating to their neighbouring clouds with thin, bright blue strands of thought. There were other humanoids, but nothing like me – some were eight meters tall, others dwarf-like and stocky. The variety of clothing was profound. The tall humanoids wore a one-piece body-glove that resonated sonorously as they walked. The dwarves were in quite conventional jackets and trousers but wore powered shoes that sparked with each footfall. This was like a great sci-fi movie and an LSD experience rolled into one.
We reached the desk and another human-like woman appeared and spoke with my guides. They nodded towards me and the clerk, a pretty black girl with purple hair, eyed me with interest and then waved me forward. “Welcome to our planet. I trust your journey was comfortable.”
I smiled, “yes, thanks. You might want to leave out the ‘bed floating above the bottomless void’ part for future travellers, but otherwise it was splendid”. All four women made an immediate note on a hand-held machine, keys tapping almost in unison.
“You have been asked to take part in the afternoon experimentation session in Laboratory Four. This is a top-secret area and the relevant clearances have already been arranged. As you are a special guest, many of the immigration formalities have been waived, and your file notes that you do not carry any dangerous diseases.”
I shot her a look. “That’s a relief! I was kind of wondering if it might be the other way around…”
All three guides shook their heads. “You can contract nothing at all from us. It has been carefully prepared this way”.
I kept smiling. I’ve found it to be an excellent panacea at borders, and this, for all its incredible weirdness, was still a border of sorts. “So, are there any forms to fill in?”
The clerk glanced, slightly nervously, at my guides. “No”, said the redhead. “We simply need some biological samples. Your body is constructed in the Ribose-Nucleic format, and we will need to collect evidence of this, in different forms. I will assist you, if necessary”.
I thought for a minute and then figured it out. “A DNA sample?” All four smiled and nodded. “Sure. Will it hurt?” All four shook their heads. “Would you follow me? It won’t take long.”
The redhead led me to a quieter part of the concourse, nodded to a uniformed, humanoid guard and opened a door into a small lounge, with two sofas, a table and a machine of some kind in the corner. “This is a replication machine. I believe one of the entertainment formats on earth discussed its use.”
No way. She couldn’t possibly mean... “Star Trek?” I offered.
“Yes, that was its name. There were so many we had to watch!”
I stared dumbly at her “You’ve seen it?” She laughed, “oh, of course. It was required of us before we were admitted to the program staff. ‘A thorough knowledge of human culture will be required’” she recited. “Now, are you ready to provide some samples?” She gestured for me to sit and joined me on the sofa, pulling out her hand-held computer. Or whatever it was.
“I’m going to require four samples. Let’s start with the easiest one.” She pressed two buttons on the machine and a small bag appeared in the tray, like a coffee from a dispenser. Only it just appeared. “Cool”, I offered. She smiled. I was going to have to cut down on the ‘dumb tourist being amazed by everything’ routine. They were bound to get bored of it shortly.
“This one is a skin cell sample. The rules say I am supposed to get a sample from a place that has not had too much exposure to weather, so that there is a great chance of producing clear results in the lab. Would you lower your trousers, please?”
I stared at her. “You want me to drop my trousers?”
She smiled calmingly. “There is no reason to be nervous. I am very professional. I simply require some samples, and then we can continue to the lab.” I sighed resignedly – this was not how I imagined things shaping up – stood, pulled down my trousers and sat. “Would you like to lie back? This won’t take long.” I did as she asked. Her hands went straight to my crotch, where she reached into my pants, brought out my penis and stroked the tip with a cotton swab. The sensation was cool, almost cold, but it didn’t hurt. “Thank you. I will also require a sample of saliva. Please deposit some in here”, she said, passing me a plastic cup, just like at home. I dropped some saliva into it and she closed it tight. “Great. Next, I need a sample of your urine. Please do that into here”, she said, passing me something that looked like a short condom with an elongated tip. “I do not need very much”. She was just sitting next to me, asking me to piss right in front of her. “I will assist you. Please lie back again”, she requested, with a hand on my chest, pushing gently, for reinforcement. I could feel her take my penis in her hand again, and then the rubbery condom sliding over my tip. “It is ready. Please deposit some urine when you are ready.” She was still holding my cock. I managed to squeeze out a small amount, which was apparently satisfactory. “Thank you”, she purred, removing the condom and producing a cool, damp cloth which she used to clean my penis. This was starting to feel good. I didn’t know if she was trying to turn me on, but if she was, it was working.
“Now for the final sample. I understand that humans produce procreative juices. I would like you to produce some f
or me. I understand that this production is normally pleasurable. I hope that you will enjoy it”. Formal, scientific, confident. This was semen we were talking about.
“You want me to come?” She blinked for a second and remembered the idiom.
“Yes. I would like you to come.” I stared at her.
“Where?” She stood, unzipped her trousers and pulled them down with her knickers.
“In my vagina. That is the normal method, is it not? The sample can easily be extracted from inside me after we have finished.” She removed her trousers and cute white, panties with a firm tug, then lay back on the sofa. “Please insert your penis when you’re ready. My vagina should be adequately lubricated. I would appreciate a large sample, as some will inevitably be lost inside my body. Please produce as much semen as you can.” She lay there, looking at me, legs spread. Her pussy was extremely beautiful. Her outer lips were framed by soft, downy hairs. I could see the darkness of her entrance and gorgeous inner labia.
For a few seconds, I was too stunned to move. Then I approached and bent forward over her. She was smiling invitingly, but there was simplicity in her expression, as if she had little idea what she was doing but wasn’t scared of it.
“Do you mind if I touch you a little first?”
She frowned briefly, “I’m not sure. I’ve read all about this, but I’m afraid I’m not practically experienced. Why don’t you do what you normally do?” I grinned broadly, knelt in front of her and admired the view.
“Well, first you should undress completely so I can see all of you. I’m sure you’re amazingly beautiful under that jacket.” I opened it and she pulled it off, then her t-shirt, exposing her flat belly.
“And this?” she asked, unsnapping her bra.
“Yes, please.” She was revealed. “That’s a lot better”. I quickly stripped off and lay gently on her. She was warm and I could feel a moist heat emanating from between her legs. “So, you’ve never done this before?”
She was still cheerful. Not your regular virgin, I thought with a wry smile. “I have only read about it. I know that you place your penis in my vagina, move back and forth enjoyably, and then at the peak of the enjoyment you ejaculate your procreative juice into me. The intention would be to make me pregnant. I assure you that is impossible, although that should not affect your performance.”
I almost burst out laughing. “Believe me, honey, that will not affect my performance!” She smiled back at me. How strange I must appear to her. And how amazing she appeared to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. At least she knew how to respond – her tongue entered my mouth with eagerness, soft and almost dainty, caressing my own tongue and lips. My erection jolted to unbelievable hardness. One hand slid up to cup her left breast while the other stroked her neck and collar bone, down to her right nipple, where my fingertips circled.
She moaned gently. Ah! She was programmed for enjoyment!! My mouth followed, breathing hotly on her nipple and then enveloping it between my lips. She wriggled beneath me as my tongue swirled over her nipple and moaned again as I sucked it deeply. I felt her hand wandering to my thighs, and then my penis was being gently caressed by soft, careful fingers. She was very gently tugging me forwards, towards her pussy. “I want it there. Please… I don’t know why, but if you do, I’ll love it”.
I obliged. Her hand left me as I edged closer to her pussy. Using my own hardness to enter her, I lodged my cock at her entrance, felt the slickness of her labia part, and then the warmth and wetness of her pussy surround me as I entered. I nearly came immediately. She was just perfect. Gazing down at her as I started deep, slow strokes, I smiled at the sight of her biting her lower lip, brow furrowed, face flushed, breathing quickening. As I thrust into her I made sure my body ground against her clit and felt the little spasms of pleasure inside her in response. I held her hands above her head, kissed her deeply, and fucked her passionately. It wouldn’t be long now, but I wanted to feel… there it was, starting… she was gasping now, short and irregular, little noises of delight… her pussy was tensing around me… squeezing my glans, spurring me on… beneath us, her anus tensed first, then her whole body, and I could feel the spasms while I kissed her neck and nibbled her shoulder… she rose up and came incredibly hard on my cock, shuddering in an awesome climax, pushing me to my own brink… I could wait… a few seconds… there… take… my… time… Stroke by stroke I slowed… easing back once more and then inside her… My balls emptied into her cunt with three large, long bursts of intensely hot sperm, bathing her cervix, surrounding my jolting, spasming penis… dribbling out and over the hairs of my balls and down to her anus…
We breathed together. She was panting, in shock, clearly unprepared for this sexual awakening. “I had no idea… I only thought…” and then something I couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” I asked as I pulled gently out of her. My cock was covered in semen and I could see its whiteness in her entrance.
“It has no translation. It expresses the most positive sensations my race can experience. We normally use it during the ceremony of… ah, perhaps I should tell you later. But that was amazing. I’m not surprised now that you found us attractive, when you can engage in such a wonderful activity with us.”
Her tone forced giggles from me. “Yes, it is a wonderful activity. One we can enjoy any time we like. And not always just for the sake of science. Just for fun”.
She beamed at me. “Quickly, the samples! We mustn’t let too much escape”. I chuckled as she grabbed her equipment and began scooping globules of sperm into a plastic container. “This is interesting. Very unlike anything I’ve seen before. There is a very large amount – thank you for co-operating.”
I couldn’t help it. Laughing so much it hurt, I managed, “you’re very welcome”. She looked at me quizzically as she finished her sampling. “Any time, truly”.
“I am unsure as to if we will need further samples, but that need not matter. I enjoyed that. And I know you did. How can I initiate a further encounter?” She pulled on her knickers, face still reddened from our encounter.
“There’s no set way, I guess. Just flirt with me. Or just whisper, ‘I want to fuck you’. That normally gets the message across”. We both finished dressing and she packed away the various samples, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
“I should get this to the lab. You were an excellent subject. Thank you for fucking me.” She strode out, leaving the door open.
Before I could even ask her name, she was gone and was replaced by a rather ugly, very large guardian armed with some kind of tall, silver spear. Both it and its owner looked seriously menacing. The figure was humanoid but nearly eight feet tall and possessed of reptilian skin which seemed to change colour depending on from which angle it was viewed. He didn’t speak, which was probably just as well.
I was rescued after a mercifully brief time span by one of the three girls. She shot a look into the room and said, “Did Catherine finish the experiment successfully?” So, she had a name.
“Yes, I think it was successful. She went off to deal with the… er… samples.” I couldn’t help grinning. “I only just now learned her name – what do they call you?”
She smiled and extended her hand, just like back home. “I am Annabelle and the communications researcher is Beatrice. You might notice that our names are based on your alphabet – A, B and C – we thought this might help you to remember them, and make you more comfortable with us.”
Clever stuff, I thought. “So, Annabelle, what’s next?”
She led me back into the main hall and we were once again surrounded by a startling, circulating array of beings who were intently walking, flying, gliding, slithering and transmogrifying in a million directions. “Where are all these… people going?”
Annabelle noted my discomfort with the terminology and chuckled. “Not like a station on your planet, is it? They are from every part of the galaxy. We have good relations with virtually every inhabited planet within a thousan
d light years, and some from even further than that, those whose technology is advanced enough to communicate with us over such vast distances. We act as a trading opportunity, a place to rest and refuel, to meet and take leisure. Our planet, I am proud to say, is the most popular destination for interstellar travel in this part of the Galaxy.”
She was right to be proud. This was fucking amazing. With each passing moment I noticed more that was worthy of a slack-jawed gape – huge, thin beanstalk-like creatures riding enormous, glittering wheels which hummed melodiously as they passed; ethereal, almost ghostly beings who communicated with electric-blue sparks arcing through the air, some of whom I’d noticed on the way in; and a creature which was just now presenting its credentials at the desk but appeared no more than a cloud of reddish-brown gas carrying a conventional suitcase. This was fantastic.
Chapter III: Three Little Maids from the Science Ministry
Having allowed me ample time to peruse the wonders of the transit area, Annabelle and Beatrice led me out into the city through a cavernous, well-lit, rectangular space which I guessed was the main exit. The crowding was intense but everyone managed to avoid colliding, even if Beatrice had to haul me bodily from the path of a thick-wheeled motorbike which zoomed through the crowd with an electric roar. Its occupant raised two fists at me but kept the other two on the handlebars.
It was warm but not hot, a lot like late spring at home. Beyond the transit area and its immediate environs, most of the figures looked fairly human. I wondered what these girls were actually like… was this façade just for my benefit?
“Ladies, I have a question”, I offered as we climbed into a yellow vehicle with broad gull-wing doors. “If I weren’t here, what would you look like and what kind of language would you speak?”
Beatrice giggled and exchanged a glance with Annabelle. “We were sure you’d ask shortly, having seen such an array of life forms in the transit area. In fact, we are genuinely humanoid. What you see is what you get.”
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