Volunteer (Selected Book 3)

by Robin Roseau

  She changed her touch, growing very light, and stroked my arm. "Like this."

  I closed my eyes. "Yes. You could do that for a long time if you did a greater area, but if you do the same area over and over, it starts to irritate. And no, I don't know why humans don't touch as much."

  "She likes this, Violet," said Posey. "You do that arm."

  A moment later I felt Violet on my other arm, and a moment later, they began caressing my bare legs. "There's no fur here."

  "There is naturally. Human women shave there."

  "Oh. Why?"

  "It looks better."

  "Why?"

  "I don't know. But do you like how it feels?"

  "It's smooth, like ours," Posey said.

  I opened my eyes. "I'll let you tickle me if you stop when I tell you to stop."

  "In the videos, the person tickling never stops when they're told to."

  "Do we have to tie you down?" Posey asked. "In the videos, the women are always tied down."

  "I don't want you to tie me down," I said.

  "We'll take turns holding her," Violet said. She began moving closer, but I held a hand up and backed away.

  "You're not tickling me until I know you'll stop."

  "We'll stop," Posey said. "Eventually."

  "No!" I said, as she moved closer. And they both froze.

  "How long a backrub do you want?" Posey asked.

  "I don't know. You're going to tickle me for as long as you'll massage me?"

  "That sounds fair."

  "I can maybe take a few minutes of being tickled."

  "Oh," Violet said. "That's not very long."

  "Ten minutes of massaging for one minute of tickling," Posey said. "How does a two-hour massage sound?"

  I stared at her. "I'll fall asleep long before that."

  "An hour. We can keep talking."

  "Half hour."

  "Then five minutes of massaging for a minute of tickling," Posey offered. "Six minutes."

  "I'm going to be screeching for you to stop long before six minutes are up."

  "Will we hurt you?"

  "Not by tickling, but you might by how you hold me."

  "I've heard sometimes people wet the bed when they get tickled too long," Violet said.

  "Okay, that would probably take longer than six minutes, but only if you're a lot better than I think you are."

  "So six minutes, once you start laughing," Violet said.

  "What about the noise?"

  "What about it?"

  "Won't it bother your mothers?"

  "Why would it do that?"

  "Oh, I don't know. Won't it keep them awake?"

  "Oh. No. They won't hear. The walls are sound proof."

  "Oh." I thought about it. "All right, but if I kick someone, it's not my fault."

  "You are likely to lose control?"

  "Yes, if you're good at this."

  Violet looked at her sister and spoke in careful Catseye for a moment. Posey said "yes", and then Violet pounced on me.

  She was fast.

  I squeaked, but I couldn't have gotten away if I wanted to. She wrapped me in a six limb hug, pinning my arms to my sides, and then she clambered around until she was behind me. Then she adjusted her hold, holding me with one arm around my chest and one tentacle wrapped around each arm. She pulled me arms wide, and she was a lot stronger than I was. I couldn't have kept my arms to my sides if I wanted.

  Posey moved more slowly, and I watched as she appeared to stalk me. She moved first to sit on my feet, and then from that moment, her lower pair of tentacles wrapped around my legs, holding them tightly pressed together. She moved closer and then reached under my pajama top and began stroking my sides.

  It felt really nice, and I closed my eyes. I quivered a few times, but Posey didn't recognize it for what it was, and she didn't learn to repeat what made me quiver.

  "It's not working," Posey said. "She's not laughing."

  "She's not fighting me, either. Maybe you should hold her and I'll try."

  "Wait," I said. "Posey, turn around and try the bottoms of my feet, but if I tell you it hurts, I'm not bluffing."

  I opened my eyes and watched. Posey turned around, shifting her grip on my legs as she went. Soon she was facing the other way, her ass pointed at me, and I found myself staring at it.

  It was a nice ass.

  She continued to hold my legs tightly, but then she began trying to tickle my feet. She got me to squirm a few times, but she didn't recognize that, either.

  "My turn to try," Violet said. "Come hold her."

  They switched positions, never fully letting me go as they did so. I sat complacently, and soon Violet was trying to tickle my feet.

  "It's not working," Posey said several minutes later.

  "Violet, try using your fingernails, but don't dig them in too hard or it will hurt."

  She changed her technique, and she got me to start squirming, but it didn't evolve into an all out, you better stop tickle.

  "She's squirming," Posey said. "But she still isn't laughing."

  "It tickles, but not too much. Really it feels good."

  "Tickling feels good?"

  "The way Violet is doing it does," I said. "Posey, you can use one hand to try the same thing on my ribs."

  Between the two of them, they got me squirming, but every time they found something that worked, they changed it.

  "She's not very ticklish," Posey finally said.

  "Actually, I am," I said. I sighed. "I've been telling you the nice tickles. I suppose I should teach you mean tickles."

  "There are nice tickles and mean tickles?"

  "Yes. If you recognized the signs, you could drive me crazy this way, but you don't recognize what's working."

  "You're not laughing," Violet said. "In the videos, the women screech and laugh. We want you to screech and laugh!"

  I sighed. "I can't believe I'm teaching you this. Pin me to the bed on my stomach, but make sure I can breathe."

  Violet climbed from my legs, and then Posey rolled me over until she was seated on my back.

  "Pin my hands higher on the bed," I said. And she lifted my arms over my head. Then Violet climbed onto my legs. "Now, if this works, I'm going to have a hard time breathing. Posey, you'll have to take your weight off me now and then and let me breathe. If I start screaming I can't breathe, give me at least fifteen seconds."

  "What do we do?"

  "Actually, let my right arm free."

  Posey released her tentacle around my arm. I reached backwards until I found her ribs, and then I began pinching, up and down her entire side, bending backwards to do it. "Try it on yourself first," I said. "You need to do it so it doesn't hurt, but you sort of jab a little. Like this." And I jabbed, but not too hard. "You'll be able to tell if you're doing it right on me."

  She collected my arm in her tentacle then asked, "How will we tell?"

  "If I'm saying 'ouch', then it hurts. If I'm trying very hard to get away, then it's working. You need to let me have enough motion you can tell."

  I think it was Violet who actually began jabbing my ribs, and a few times it was too firm, but it took her about ten seconds before I was trying to get away. Then Posey added her fingers, and soon they had it down.

  I screeched, laughed, begged them to stop, and squirmed, trying to get away.

  Soon, they were laughing, too, but they didn't stop, and they didn't stop, and they didn't stop.

  But when I begged to be allowed to breathe, they let me breathe. Then the tickling continued. Then breathing, then more tickling.

  Then, finally, they collapsed onto the bed, one on either side of me, my arms still pinned over my head, but tentacles resting on my back. They were both doing Catseye laughing, and I panted, trying to catch my breath.

  "Please no more," I said.

  "That was fun," said Violet.

  "Will you let us do it again sometime?"

  "Yes, but you need to learn to tickle me the other
way," I said. "That way hurts. The other way can make me squirm just as much, but it's harder to learn, I guess."

  "We owe you a backrub," Posey said. "You lie there and relax. But we're taking this off." Then a tentacle wormed underneath me, fumbled around, and found the two buttons that were still buttoned. I didn't resist, and I didn't resist when they pulled my pajama top off.

  Then I lay there as they both sat up. "Do you like having other places massaged?" Violet asked.

  "Everywhere, but if you touch my nether parts, I'll get mad."

  "What are those?"

  "Anywhere that is covered by a bikini, or close to being covered by a bikini."

  "So here?" and I felt a finger draw a line across my back.

  "No, but the same spot in front."

  "I understand," she said. "So you would enjoy if I did your feet?"

  "That would be heavenly."

  It took them ten minutes to have me moaning in bliss. The first time I moaned, they both immediately stopped. "Did we hurt you?"

  "That was pleasure," I said. "Please don't stop."

  They each used all six limbs, which was amazing, and somewhere they got massage oil, too. It smelled a little odd, a little like Catseye tentacle, but it felt really good.

  "Is this good?" Posey asked, whispering into my ear.

  "Amazing," I said. "You two are much better massagers than ticklers."

  "We like massages, too," she replied. "And our bodies aren't that different. We have more muscles across our back, but otherwise it's similar, and we can feel where your muscles are."

  I'm fairly sure they massaged for far longer than thirty minutes. I wasn't going to tell them to stop. Posey concentrated on my back. Violet did my feet and legs, all at the same time. And I was reduced to a little puddle of human on the bed.

  Then Posey leaned down and whispered, "Keep your eyes closed and let us roll you over."

  "Posey," I said.

  "Please, Skye. We want to see. Violet will keep doing your feet."

  "All right," I whispered.

  I didn't have to do a thing, and I'm not sure I really could have resisted, anyway. I didn't think any of my muscles were willing to do a single thing.

  They moved to opposite sides of me, moving my arms down to my sides. Then I got my arms, hands, legs, and feet massaged while I lay there quietly, my eyes closed.

  I don't know how long they did that. I don't know how carefully they looked at me.

  Finally Violet said, "Thank you, Skye." And then they sat me up, pulled my pajama top on, and buttoned two of the buttons. Then we all lay down on the bed together, and I sighed.

  "That was amazing," I said. "Where did you get the massage oil?"

  "We produce it," Violet explained.

  "In a factory?"

  "In a gland. We extrude it out of our tentacles."

  I opened my eyes widely and turned to face her, our noses a few inches apart. "You massaged me with Catseye spit?"

  "I suppose so."

  I laughed. "Okay. Just so I know."

  I closed my eyes again, and a moment later, I felt tentacles beginning to touch me, but they were polite.

  "Don't mark my stomach," I said. "I think that would hurt."

  "We won't," said Posey. "We really marked your back though."

  "Am I bleeding?"

  "No."

  "Then it's fine."

  "I'm not sure it is," said Violet. "We're going to have to be more restrained in the future."

  I didn't respond to that.

  We talked for a while longer, but I began to zone out. And so they shifted me to the side, peeled back the covers, then back the other way to slide me under them. Then they each joined me, one on either side.

  It was an amazingly comfortable bed, and I soon fell asleep.

  First Date

  I slept amazingly well, and in spite of the late hour, woke feeling refreshed. Both sisters were already awake, and I was wearing more tentacles than covers, I think, but neither was sucking.

  "How did you sleep?" Posey asked.

  "Amazingly well, thank you. And you?"

  "Also amazingly well. Are we to be friends?"

  "I'd like that a great deal."

  "So would I," said Violet.

  * * * *

  Breakfast was pancakes and bacon. The sisters disappeared, reappearing in street clothes. I pulled on jeans and a blouse, and I could tell they were disappointed I was so covered up.

  "You can have my arms," I said. "But no marks."

  Everyone ate pancakes and bacon, and it appeared to be a normal thing for them. No one acted like it was a weird meal to satisfy the human, and Azalea did a good job.

  With the meal over, Bluebell announced she would drive me back to school. Violet and Posey asked if they could come with, but Bluebell told them, "No. I want to speak with Skye behind your backs."

  Afterwards, I collected my things. Then I loosened my blouse and took hugs from all four of them, Bluebell whispering that she wouldn't be able to do it properly later. And then we stepped out.

  We were in the car only a minute or two before she said, "I talked to Jasmine Brighteyes. You have been Tested."

  "Professor Beamer-"

  "Bluebell," she clarified. "It's all right, Skye. She explained. She also explained a number of other things, like why you won't get serious about a girlfriend."

  I didn't say anything.

  "Do you know why I asked if you had been Tested?"

  "You want me for one of your daughters."

  "Yes. Jasmine Brighteyes told me you want to be fought over." She made a face.

  I rotated to face her fully. "I don't know what I want anymore."

  "You don't?"

  "That's not entirely true. I am going to take Jasmine's advice. I am going to get my college degree. And maybe I'll get a masters degree after that. I don't know. After that, I made a promise to Jasmine, and I'll keep it."

  "Jasmine Brighteyes told me your programming doesn't include any of the alien races. You won't completely lose your heart to another human."

  "But I could, for instance, lose it to a Catseye."

  "Yes, and she offers her blessing if you do."

  I thought about it and nodded. "School comes first, Bluebell," I said. "I think you can appreciate that."

  "I can," she said. "But is there room for more than school?"

  "In moderation," I said. "School comes first."

  "And if one of my daughters asks you out?"

  "I'd say yes and enjoy myself immensely. But they're going to have to do the work, at least at first, because I don't even know where you're allowed to go."

  "All right. If they ask, may I give them your contact information?"

  "Yes. Will you manage their expectations for me?"

  "Yes. I'll make sure they understand school comes first. And now you will promise to be honest with them."

  "I will be honest."

  "Good. And if you begin to lose your heart?"

  "Then I lose my heart. I think it would be very difficult to do better than either of your daughters."

  * * * *

  It didn't take long for a new pattern to establish. I received email from both Violet and Posey. I ended up emailing each of them daily, sometimes multiple times a day, and we talked on the phone from time to time as well.

  Professor Beamer invited me to join her family every few weeks, about as often as a busy college student could handle. Most of the time it was a guest in their home. I acquired a collection of clothing, as Bluebell and Jasmine each bought me several more dresses, and Bluebell began making specific requests as to which dress she wished me to wear when she made her invitations.

  Invitations to her home were always overnight, and I had a slumber party with Posey and Violet. Instead of bringing pajamas, I wore camisoles, and the girls loved them.

  They got better at tickling me. A lot, lot better. But I got a lot of attention.

  I also got something else. When they realized
I was struggling with chemistry, they began tutoring me. And they could explain the material in ways the professors couldn't. Late morning departures turned into late afternoon departures with me doing schoolwork in the afternoon before being driven back to campus.

  My test scores improved dramatically.

  And I began to understand the Catseye, although it would be some time before I understood perfectly. On the other hand, no one understood when I tried to speak. Both girls tried to help me with my accent, but when Bluebell learned about that, she told them to stop. "Humans can't make the sounds," she explained. "You need to grow accustomed to her accent, or she needs to speak English to you."

  We did a combination of both.

  Late in November, there was going to be a concert on campus. I emailed both Posey and Violet and asked if they could attend. They were ecstatic.

  They arrived at my dorm room the afternoon of the concert. They each wore human style clothing, just like Professor Bluebell did, but they also wore dark glasses to hide their eyes. Lila wasn't in -- she'd gone home for the weekend -- so when I let them in, I said, "I want a proper hug."

  Once those were delivered, I said, "How can you see out of those?"

  Posey took hers off and handed them to me. I put them on and realized they were absolutely clear when looking out and only dark when looking in.

  They loved the concert, and I even danced with both of them. They didn't have a clue how to dance, but they gave it their best. I didn't mind.

  Later, back in my dorm, they asked, "Why aren't you inviting us to stay overnight?"

  "Because my bed is too small."

  "We can play a game, and the winner shares your bed," Violet suggested. "The loser sleeps alone."

  "That bed belongs to my roommate, and she's a xenophobe. She wouldn't offer if it she knew what you were, and she'd probably think it needed to be destroyed after one of you slept in it."

  Neither of them said a thing for a minute.

  "On the other hand," I said, "I could go home with you. If no one wants to bring me back tomorrow, I can take the bus."

  We were out the door two minutes later, and we were barely on the road before they both unbuttoned their blouses and then passed me back and forth.

  Bluebell didn't look at all surprised to see me.