by S. L. Hadley
Katie wanted to shrug, but she nodded instead.
“He says they will once they’ve collected enough… you know… jizz.”
Zoey sighed, shoulders sagging as if she’d expected the answer.
“Well,” she said. “Let’s get this over with, then.”
***
The girls’ reactions as they entered the collection room were about what Katie expected, in that they reacted the exact same way she had a week earlier. They recoiled with cries of horror and it was only Ambassador’s strategic presence in the open doorway that kept them from fleeing back down the hall.
Truthfully, Katie couldn’t blame them; he was quite taken aback as well. The collection room, rather than containing the usual dozen or so male subjects, now hosted at least four times that number—possibly more. The walls were no longer claustrophobically tight, either. They’d been expanded to fill nearly the space of a basketball court.
Katie doubted there had ever been a basketball court with so many dangling dicks, though.
“Okay,” Katie said, stepping forward to place herself between the girls and the rows of bound men. Had this been what her freshman year Health class teacher had felt like? She pushed the thought aside. “Here’s where things get kind of gross.”
Tripping over her words, Katie walked them through their assigned task. If she found it embarrassing, there was no missing the fact it was even more so for the trio of blushing newcomers. Carli glared, as always, Amber looked as though she might faint at any second, and even Zoey watched with wide eyes as Katie reached up and gave the nearest member a casual tug.
She’d gotten so much practice over the past few weeks that she could probably have gotten the man off in her sleep. Every twitch of his hips clued her in to his preferences and desires. Under normal circumstances, she might have toyed with him a bit, both because Ambassador seemed to approve and to delay having to return to that boring, godforsaken room. But, because she had an audience, and because she had no desire to torture Amber with unrealistic expectations, Katie worked as quickly and efficiently as she could. She barely got the receptacle in place before the man began to cum and returned it to the holster as soon as his cock ceased to twitch in her grasp.
“That’s it,” she said, cleaning her hands with the pungent alcohol solution and waving them dry. “Then you move on to the next one.”
Apparently, Katie wasn’t the only one reminded of health class. Amber raised her hand. Her face was scarlet, but she no longer looked as though she was about to pass out.
“Um,” she said, fidgeting. “So… do we have to do that to all of these?”
Katie nodded. “It’ll go faster than you think.”
“And then we can go home?”
Katie’s heart felt like it was breaking. She looked at Ambassador.
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Katie eyed the girls and, when it became obvious they had not heard Ambassador’s words, she sighed and shook her head.
“There are more,” she explained. “We’ll probably be here about a week.”
The look on Amber’s face was so dismayed, Katie couldn’t help feeling like she’d just told a child that Santa wasn’t real. She turned away to hide her own tears. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair, but what could she do? After studying the floor for a bit, she moved on to the next man in the row.
“You should get started,” she said. “No point in dragging it out. Let me know if you have any questions.”
***
Despite her instructions, the day’s work proved a comedy of errors. Katie had been so relieved to have company that she failed to notice until her sixth man that she was the only one making real progress. Sighing as she returned the sperm-filled tube, she wiped the sweat from her brow on the back of her forearm and went to check on the others.
Zoey needed the least help of the three. She’d at least managed to jerk a few of the men to completion. Her problem was timing, as evidenced by the streaks of drying cum in her hair. Nevertheless, she flashed an irritated smile as Katie approached.
“Need any help?” Katie asked.
Zoey shook her head and continued to rhythmically pump the member she held. One-handed, of course, since the other stubbornly kept the empty tube placed over the man’s tip.
“I’m fine,” Zoey said. “Not exactly my first rodeo.”
Katie nodded and was turning to leave when Zoey continued.
“So, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”
Katie laughed—God, how long had it been since she’d done that?—and tried to ignore the rows of naked men surrounding them.
“Oh, you know,” she said casually. “Decided college wasn’t for me.”
It was Zoey’s turn to laugh.
“Fair enough,” she said. “Good thing you had a fallback.” Then, in a hushed voice, “Katie? How long have you been here?”
“About a week. At least, I think it’s been a week.”
“Do you really think they’ll let us go?”
“I…” Katie closed her eyes, reluctantly facing thoughts she’d purposefully blocked out during the seemingly endless nights of solitude. “I think so. I mean, Ambassador says they will. Why bother keeping us here?”
“You actually believe that thing?”
Katie shrugged. “What choice do we have?”
Zoey fell silent as the man she was attending to stiffen and emptied himself into the tube. She didn’t speak, or even look in Katie’s direction, until he was done and she was washing her hands.
“Fair enough,” Zoey said, eyes downcast. “Probably best if we don’t bring it up. Especially around Amber.”
Katie nodded. She’d been about to say the same exact thing. Since there was no need, she instead jerked her head toward the corner of the room where the other two women had wandered.
“Speaking of, I think I’ll go check on her. Just shout if you need anything.”
To her surprise, Zoey grinned. She grabbed the next cock and wriggled it in Katie’s direction.
“Careful,” she said. “I might just take you up on that.”
***
Where Zoey had exceeded Katie’s expectations, Amber and Carli… did not. The latter sat on the ground, legs folded beneath her, and stared with outright loathing at the man in front of her. Amber, on the other hand, wasn’t accomplishing much more. She stood as far away from the man as her arms would allow, one hand holding the receptacle while two fingers of the other gingerly caressed the sides of his mostly-flaccid member.
Katie sighed, struggling to decide which situation she ought to address first. In the end, Carli made that decision for her.
“This is stupid,” she grumbled, hardly glancing in Katie’s direction. “You’re telling me that alien—aliens!—can fly across the galaxy and can’t come up with a better way of doing this shit?”
“What does it matter?” Katie said, folding her arms. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner you get to go home.”
“That’s bull and you know it. We’re going to be here forever.”
From the corner of her eye, Katie saw Amber glance over. Alarm bells started going off in her head at once. If Amber believed they would be trapped here, there was no way Katie would be able to get her going again. And even if Ambassador didn’t just… throw the two of them out the airlock or something, there was no way Katie wanted to jerk off forty guys herself. Her arm was already aching after six.
“We’re not going to be here forever,” Katie insisted. “We’re too valuable to them. We’re supposed to be an endangered species, remember? When was the last time you saw National Geographic gun down a rhino?”
Carli scoffed. “If we’re so valuable then why should I bother being some alien whore? What can they do to me?”
Anger burned in Katie’s chest and she fought the urge to slap the girl. Instead, she plan
ted herself in front of her and crouched down to stare her directly in the eye.
“Why do you think they’re collecting all this?” she growled. “To add to their sperm collection? They’re going to want something else soon enough.”
She jabbed Carli just below the navel to drive the point home. It took a great deal of self-control not to smirk at the way the girl’s face paled.
“You don’t want to be an alien whore?” Katie said. “That’s fine. But don’t come crying to me when they turn you into egg donor.”
She stomped away, exhaling heavily to calm herself. Before she’d even reached the end of the aisle, though, she heard Carli pick herself up off the ground. The girl was muttering a stream of curses that would have made a sailor blush but Katie didn’t care. What difference would it make as long as she did her fair share of the work?
And speaking of fair share, Amber was certainly doing her best. Not that it amounted to much. Her subject was wriggling in torment, member now fully erect—despite Amber’s lackluster handjob. The young woman still used just two fingers and, from her nervous expression, even that was too much for her fragile psyche.
“It’s not going to bite you,” Katie said.
Amber jumped, whirling and dropping both the tube and the cock. Going red, she mumbled an apology and hastily retrieved the vial.
“Here,” Katie said. Stepping forward, she took the girl’s trembling hands in hers and guided the tube into position. “Hold it there. Good, just like that. You can use both hands.”
Then, collecting a dab of lubricant, Katie reached up and wrapped one hand firmly around the man’s cock. She squeezed tightly, angling and stroking him downward. It made her shoulder ache, but the look of relief on Amber’s face drove the thought from her mind.
“Don’t be afraid to really give it to him,” Katie whispered. She wrapped her free arm around Amber’s shoulder and held the girl close. Strangely, as indecent as the whole affair was, there was something strangely intimate about working so closely in tandem. “As long as you don’t hit him in balls or anything. Unless he’s into that.”
Amber didn’t laugh, but she nodded shyly and held the tube more confidently.
“Don’t be afraid to experiment,” Katie continued. She demonstrated with one hand, twisting her hand about in all sorts of creative ways. “He can’t see or hear you, so this is your chance to really learn what men like.”
“I’ve never done anything like this,” Amber whispered.
Chuckling, Katie rested her head against the younger girl’s.
“You’re a virgin, huh?” she said. “Got a boyfriend?”
Amber shook her head.
“You do like boys though, right?”
A nod.
“They’re nothing all that special,” Katie said, grinning. “But when you meet the right one… well, I’m going to teach you how to rock his world, okay?”
Amber nodded again, finally breaking out in a shy smile. It was so adorable that Katie wanted nothing more than to just soak it in. But, at that very moment, the member in her hand gave a telltale throb.
“And speaking of,” she said, giving a few more firm, powerful strokes. “Careful. Hold that thing steady. He’s about to—”
The man came, hips thrusting forcefully against the restraints. Despite the warning, Amber yelped but managed to keep her hands steady. It was a good thing, too. Thanks to the inexperienced teasing she’d put him through, the man’s ejaculation was tremendous. A week of intensive training had given Katie a decent intuition about such things, but even she found herself surprised by the sheer volume. A full third of the tube was filled by the time the man’s orgasm subsided and Amber’s hands had resumed shaking as she returned it to the attached holster.
“He’s going to remember that one!” Katie teased gently, cocking her head so Amber could see the full extent of her grin. “Now, how about we trade places on the next one?”
Panic filled the woman’s eyes but Katie had already wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders. She guided Amber to the next man in the row.
The sight of the man’s member was enough to make her second-guess herself. Definitely a two-hander and the man wasn’t even hard yet. Still, it wasn’t as though they were doing anything crazy so what did she have to worry about?
“Go ahead and lube him up,” Katie prompted, retrieving the vial and waiting for Amber to obey. The girl’s hands were trembling like crazy, but she did as instructed, even as she pulled against Katie’s outstretched arm in a weak attempt to flee.
It was odd, after a week and God-only-knew how many handjobs, Katie hadn’t expected watching one to be such a compelling experience. Amber held the man’s enormous member on the flat of her palm, anxiously coaxing him to full erectness. It worked splendidly and, before long, he dwarfed her slender, delicate fingers with his impressive girth. The sight was enough to make Katie’s mouth water.
“Big boy, isn’t he?” she teased.
Amber blushed harder and said nothing. Behind her outward shyness, however, an inkling of curiosity began to manifest as a gleam in her eye.
“You should play with his balls,” Katie suggested, grinning.
“No!” Amber yelped. If it hadn’t been for Katie’s arm around her shoulders, she might have fled. “I can’t do something like that!”
“Are you sure? Just look at them.”
Katie reached out, intending to do more than just look at them. A split-second before her fingers brushed the loose, stubble-covered sac, she glanced down—
--and froze.
On the back of the man’s leg, just barely visible above the restraints, was a horrifyingly familiar tattoo. Though she could only glimpse a third of the overall clockwork-moon design, that partial image was enough to drive the breath from her lungs.
No. It wasn’t possible. There was no way in hell.
And yet, there it was. She’d recognize the tattoo anywhere—she’d help him design the damn thing!
Katie shut her eyes, but the sight of Daryl’s cock might as well have been burned into her retinas for all the good it did. She shuddered, bile rising and stinging her throat. God, she’d almost touched him!
“Um, Katie?” Amber said. “You okay? Is something wrong?”
Katie shook her head, eyes still clenched shut. She could feel Daryl’s tip pressed against the tube in her hand and the slight pressure was enough to leave her nauseous.
“I think I know him,” Katie said. The sound of Amber’s hand sliding wetly along his shaft was like nails on a chalkboard and it was only complacency that kept her from dropping the tube to cover her ears. She shuddered in disgust. “Could you take over?”
“I, uh, kind of have my hands full…” Amber said. It was obvious she didn’t want to be left alone. “Could you maybe just help me a little longer?”
Katie grimaced, setting her jaw. She hadn’t really expected to get off that easy, but it was proving increasingly difficult to keep her mind off what was occurring inches away from her.
“Okay,” she said, sighing. “Let’s get this over with.”
The next five minutes were easily the most uncomfortable ones of Katie’s life. She stood there, arms stiff and face burning, trying not to think of anything. It didn’t work. Daryl’s hips were beginning to thrust forward, pressing against Amber’s tight grip—and the tip of the sample tube. Each one sent a shiver down Katie’s spine and filled her nostrils with the pungent, alcohol odor. Over the past week, she’d almost forgotten the smell existed but now it made her want to gag.
And then, at the moment of truth, things somehow got much, much worse.
As Daryl’s hips thrust forward in a final, ecstatic motion, the sudden throbbing of his member caught Amber off guard. She yelped, leaping backward and abandoning her grip on his shaft. The timing was disastrous. The unguided tip of Daryl’s lubricated member slipped easily against the top of the tube, unleashing the first splatter of cum directly across Katie’s knuckles.
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p; She shrieked, dropping the tube and waving her hand about in disgust. Another eruption followed immediately after and she didn’t quite manage to avoid it spilling over her bare hip. By the time Katie managed to scramble out of the line of fire, she was already doubled over, dry-heaving.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Amber said, looking on in horror. “Are you okay? Oh, God, I’m sorry, Katie! It was an accident.
Shuddering, Katie stumbled to the next man’s side and poured an endless stream of the alcohol-smelling solution over her hand and down her side. The smell was dizzyingly strong, especially since she was practically showering in the stuff, but it certainly beat being covered in Daryl’s.
“It’s okay,” she said, finally. Another involuntary shudder ran through her. “You just need practice. Why don’t you go start on my row? I’ll be right there.”
Wordlessly, Amber hastened to obey. As soon as the girl—and her wide-eyed expression of horror—were out of sight, Katie let out a shaky breath.
God, please let it be coincidence. Please, let her be wrong.
Navigating a wide path around Daryl to avoid accidentally stepping in any of his… stuff, Katie made her way back toward him. Her fingers trembled as she touched the controls, carefully adjusting them. If she was right, the very last thing she wanted was to accidentally enable his vision.
The murky, bubble-like mask surrounding the man’s head greyed slowly before settling into a consistent swirl.
She took a deep breath.
“Daryl? Darry, are you there?”
From within the mask, she heard the sound of a gasp. The visible parts of his body tensed.
“Katie? Is that really you, sis?”
Well, fuck.
“I guess they got you too, huh?” Katie said. She stared up at the high, slate grey ceiling and tried to fight down the wave of despair that swirled in her gut. Or, perhaps it was just residual nausea.
“What are you talking about?” Daryl said, voice slightly distorted as though they were speaking over walkie-talkies. “What’s going on? Was—oh, fuck! That… stuff that just happened. Please tell me that wasn’t you!”