by Gayle Keo
“All my life,” Evie said. “And eight years of Dawn’s.”
“But that’s…”
“Monstrous?”
“Inhuman?”
“Yes. You said there were others?”
“Hundreds. Maybe even a thousand. But we never met more than a dozen.”
“We have to do something.”
“We?”
“Yes, we. Both of you, and me. With help.”
“And do what, exactly?”
“Tell the world what McKenna is doing.”
“So our fellow inmates can be moved from a cage into a lab?”
“No, of course not. They would be taken care of.”
“I’m sure they would.” Dawn patted his arm.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Well, let’s just say… No, I don’t. When the true nature of his collection is uncovered, scientists—geneticists—will take so much blood from our friends, they’ll shrivel into raisins.”
“It won’t be like that.”
“Won’t it?”
“There’s got to be a way.”
“There is,” Evie finally spoke. “We bust them out.”
Dawn pressed her hands into her hips. “Evie, you saw the security. An army couldn’t get in there.”
“Maybe they wouldn’t notice just the three of us.”
“Or maybe we’d end up back in a cage again. Or worse, in a breeding pen.”
“Let me help,” Buzz pleaded. “I’ll think of something.”
“I’d already thought of something.” She squeezed his uninterested cock. “But the moment seems to have passed.”
“Sorry, but I’m angry at the thought of McKenna keeping hundreds of people prisoner. Zoos are bad enough, but when the cages are filled with people like you…”
“It makes your blood boil?” She squeezed him again, hopeful.
“Let me get a fire going first. Let me dry my clothes, and maybe eat.”
Dawn sighed. “Heat, clothing and food. What kind of priority list is that, compared to fucking?”
“Language!” Evie chided.
“You enjoy it too, so don’t start.”
Evie poked out her tongue at the pouting Dawn.
“Ladies…” Buzz muttered. “There’s no rush. I’ll stay another day. Maybe two. I want to help your friends.”
“It’s hopeless. It took us years to bust out, and it was only because someone got careless.”
“Let me think about it. In the meantime, can you please switch on the lights so I can find my stuff.”
“Okay,” Dawn conceded. “You get your stuff, but not the knife.”
“What happens if the bear comes back?”
“Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Evie?”
“We promise.”
*****
Darkness was falling and Buzz had everything he wanted. Flanked by two beautiful women, he carved off another slice of roasted deer and split it between the pair. They tore into the hot meat without preamble, sighing with happiness.
“I’ve never tasted anything so good,” Evie moaned.
“Better than eating it raw,” Dawn agreed.
“How is it that you never had cooked meat before?”
“We ate whatever we caught,” Evie explained. “And we ate it in our shifted forms.”
“We’d no need for fire. We don’t feel the cold like you do.” She indicated his dried clothes, which he was now wearing.
“And I can see better in the dark than any animal,” Evie boasted.
“Apart from a wolf,” Dawn corrected.
“I can see better than any old wolf!”
“But not this wolf.”
“Still better.” Evie poked out her tongue again.
“Ladies, please…”
“She started it.”
“Did not.”
“Okay!” Buzz shouted. “Maybe one day we can put it to the test. In the meantime, you’re both better than I am at seeing in the dark, okay? Plus I could never have chased down this deer.”
“Okay…” Evie muttered.
“Sure.” Dawn reached for more meat, but quickly snatched back her burned fingers.
“Let me get that.” Buzz carved off another slice and split it for them. As the women devoured the meat, he leaned back and watched.
“Are you checking us out?” Dawn asked.
Buzz shrugged. “You’re both naked. At least I can’t be accused of mentally undressing you.”
“Maybe you’re mentally dressing us,” Evie said around a mouthful of venison haunch. Her spread fingers hovered close to her mouth as she spoke.
Buzz laughed. “For what I have in mind, mental clothes would get in the way.”
“Oh? You’re fantasizing?” Dawn asked.
“Maybe. Now I know how I’m going to help you, I can focus on other things.”
“So you’re definitely going to help us?”
“I’ve the beginnings of a plan.” He handed out more meat.
“Care to discuss it?”
“Later, when I’ve mulled it over some more. In the meantime, enjoy.” He leaned back, slipping his arms around both women. When Evie finished eating, she sucked her fingers noisily, then snuggled against Buzz’s chest. Dawn, sophisticated as always, wiped her fingers on his arm, then moulded herself into his side. With two naked women pressed against him, he felt the beginnings of an erection stir once more. Dawn did her best to help him toward full hardness by squeezing and stroking him through his pants, before unzipping and fishing him out. He sighed as her mouth engulfed him, turning his head to kiss Evie. It quickly became a repeat of their earlier experience, although less hurried, less desperate. And this time, it was Dawn who straddled him first, angling his cock so she could sink down onto him. Her generous breasts rippled as she moved up and down on him. Encouraged by Dawn, Evie also straddled him, but lowered herself onto his mouth instead of his erection. Her sweet, breathless cries echoed throughout the cave as his tongue lapped at her smooth, slippery skin. The women held hands as they took turns to orgasm, clinging tightly to each other as their bodies shivered and trembled.
Buzz groaned and bucked beneath the pair as he filled Dawn with liquid heat. She whimpered as he pushed deep, arching his body until the shuddering spasm passed.
“He’s still hard,” Dawn whispered, squeezing Buzz with her internal muscles. “I don’t know how he does it.”
“So why are you being so selfish?” Evie asked. “Gimme!”
“Of course.” Dawn raised herself until Buzz slid out. She pressed a hand to her pussy, holding onto the nourishing fluids, then edged away to allow Evie a few moments of pleasure. Buzz was happy to oblige, letting her ride him for a time, then rolling her over to mount her. He began gently, unsure if Evie was able to take the pounding Dawn enjoyed earlier. But she wrapped her legs around his back and begged him to hammer her, harder and harder. Dawn held her hand as the younger woman cried out and scored Buzz’s arms with sharp nails.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she cried. “Fill me with that cock. Come inside, me, Buzz. Please come inside me.” Ever the one to oblige, Buzz managed a final orgasm before shuddering to an exhausted halt. Evie peppered his face with kisses as Dawn squeezed his hard buttocks.
“Wow…” he whispered. “That was intense.”
“I have to say… you really delivered.”
“Did… my best.” He began to push himself up, but Evie clung to him tightly.
“Don’t leave me,” she begged, “Stay inside me a little longer.”
“Of course.” He kissed her tenderly, and although his erection was fading, he stayed put.
“Thank you,” Dawn said. Her hand explored his hard, muscular back through the shirt he still wore. “Thank you for not freaking out when we shifted.”
“It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, I was stunned—and frightened, if I’m honest—but the sight of you both transforming into wild animals�
� it was… amazing.!”
“Amazing…” Evie murmured, tightening her grip on his waist. Buzz shifted his position so his shrinking cock didn’t slip out of her slippery passage. He lasted thirty seconds more before he lost the battle. Evie pouted, and reached down to stop any leakage. Buzz shifted again so she could get her hand between her legs.
“I don’t understand how the nourishment thing works,” he said.
“Our bodies absorb the proteins in semen, but not everyone is the same. Some shifters need blood, others—”
“Blood? Like vampires?”
“They’re not undead, or anything. But blood stabilises their shifting, brings it under control.”
“So if you’re denied proteins, your control diminishes?”
“Exactly. We can shift without warning. We can attack and hurt others.”
“But you became tetchy, snarky after we made love.”
“That was the tail end of our desperation, the last remnants of our instability being driven out.”
He leaned away from Dawn, his eyes wary. “Will you be snarky this time?”
“Of course, not. This is our second time. We’re cool.”
“Cool,” Evie murmured happily.
*****
As Buzz dozed next to the glowing embers, Dawn and Evie watched the stars emerge in a cobalt sky.
“Do you think we can trust him?” Evie asked.
“I think we have to. No-one has ever offered to help us before.”
“But can he do it? Is it even possible?”
“I don’t know. You saw the fences, the guards.” Dawn toyed with her hair.
“If he can help Sandy, Ron, Bono, Jen, Kip…”
“Even if we can get one of them out, it has to be worth trying.”
“So we trust him.”
“We trust him.” The women hugged, knowing Buzz could, on a whim, ruin their lives with only a few words.
Or he could help free hundreds of imprisoned shifters.
Time would tell.
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 15 of 36
Whispering Universe
Description
Debra is bored of her life. There is nothing interesting about it, that is until her best friend Tamika persuades her to accompany her to a beach party. While there, Debra meets this handsome guy that she immediately has a crush on. Being lonely, she falls for him and they head out down the beach. Little does she know that she has just met the most handsome and passionate aliens. She is totally swept away.
Ethan and Chris are from another planet that have been sent by their king to capture human slaves. Everything is going according to plan until they meet Debra and discover that she can offer them something that they cannot get back home, passion.
Chapter 1
“Can you please turn around and show more thigh?” Valentino said to Debra. She had known that he wanted more, as she tugged the skirt a little higher up her thigh, adjusting her leg a little. “Yes, that is just perfect.”
“You know that I’m always perfect,” she smiled at him as he snapped away with the camera.
“I think that you're one of the models that my camera loves the best,” Valentino winked at her.
“Are we done yet” she felt a little tired since the photo shoot had gone late into the night.
“Yes, that should be enough for today-“
“Yay, is it okay if I keep this outfit?”
She was glad that most of the designers expected the models to keep the clothes that they modeled and she always got to take new outfits home after the photoshoots.
“I'll just pretend that I have no idea where the dress went,” Valentino said, as she run up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, before dashing to the changing room.
She had let her handler go home early because she didn’t want them to both be too tired for the tomorrow's pageant. She sat at her makeup table and began wiping away her mascara and other makeup. Debra Bennet had stumbled upon modeling in a strange way. She had been in college and needed to make some pocket money to get by. Modeling had sort of been a part-time gig at first, but when she had finally graduated, she wasn’t sure if she still wanted to be an accountant anymore.
She had, therefore, opted to continue modeling since it was bringing her a considerable income that she could live off in the meantime. For Debra, life seemed like it was on the roll, although at times she felt as if there was something missing. She dabbed the makeup away until her face was clear before she gathered her other dress and bag up and got up to leave the room.
“I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow, right?” she said, walking up to Valentino, who was still talking to one of the other cameramen and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Yes, Debbie. Would you like me to walk you to your car?” he said to her.
“No, I'll be fine,” she said as she headed out of the door into the dark night.
Her car was parked across the street. It was a faded old Chevy that got her to all her destinations. Initially, she had thought of getting a flashy car and apartment, but she had settled on the old car and a simple apartment, deciding that she would get better ones if she ever decided to pursue her career in finance. Walking across the deserted street, she opened the door of the car and tossed her things onto the passenger seat before sliding into the driver’s seat. She yawned as she pulled out of the curb and drove into the night.
It was a Friday night and most of the streets were alive with activity. Most of the people out were in their early twenties, her age, and they seemed to be jumping from bar to bar. Young couples kissed and made out in dark alleys, while loud music blared from nightclubs. For Debra, that was a life that she had not experienced, and probably never would. Her work schedule kept her busy enough, and besides, there were no men that actually took an interest in her to take her out. At the age of 22, Debra had dated very few times, and most of the times it had ended up badly. She had vowed to stay single although at times it seemed like the most challenging decision.
Debra stopped by a diner to pick up some takeout dinner, opting for spiced Mexican chicken and parsley potatoes. Minutes later she was on her way home, humming softly as she pressed her foot slightly harder against the accelerator. She was weary as she entered her apartment half an hour later. After a quick shower, she changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized T-shirt and sat in front of the television watching a movie as she dug into her dinner.
Chapter 2
“Come on, Debra, I think that we should all go out for a couple of hours,” Tammy insisted as they drove away. “It is a Saturday afternoon and the summer weather is great for a girl’s night out.”
“I'm not so sure, Tamika,” she told her best friend skeptically, recalling that the last time that they had gone to the beach, Tammy had spent practically the whole time kissing and making out with her boyfriend, Brent. It had made Debra uncomfortable and feeling out of place.
“Look at it this way, Debs, this is the perfect opportunity for you to get to meet some new and exciting men. At this rate, you are going to grow cobwebs down there, and that ain’t good for a hottie like you. Take advantage of the great opportunity we have here. Miami is flowing with guys that are here for the summer,” Tamika insisted.
Tamika and Debra had known each other since they were in high school. Their friendship had seen them through college and they both modeled together. Unlike Debra who was a little reserved, Tamika Crest was one of those women that went all out. She had a new boyfriend every couple of months, and she made sure that she got the most out of it. Tamika had a super active sexual life and always seemed to look forward to her next sexual adventure. Debra had to agree that at times she was a little jealous of all the fun that her best friend seemed to have, but she could not bring herself to doing the same. She was just way too shy although she knew deep within her it was her fantasy to live such a life.
“I don’t know about it, Tammy. I have h
ad a really tough week and I was just thinking of sleeping the weekend away-“
“I'm not going to take no for an answer this time. There is this beach party that will be held tonight and I'm tugging you along. I don’t care if those rumored aliens are going to be there, but you and I are going there,” her half Japanese, half American friend said to her.
“All right, we will go there for a short while,” Debra knew when Tamika was not going to give up, and this was one of them. “But don’t tell me that you believe in that alien shit that has been doing the rounds on media. Those are things that just don’t exist, you know!
“You never know what lies on the other side, my friend. You might be here now and the next thing you find yourself on Mars.”
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny,” Debra said as Tamika turned the car into a driveway leading to a spa. “And what are we doing here?”
“Well, if we might end up on Mars, we might as well get there feeling our best. You and I are going in there for a massage.
*****
It was getting dark by the time that they left the spa, but Debra had to admit that she felt much better and a lot more relaxed. They headed off to her place so that she could change into an appropriate outfit for the beach party. A light sundress with her bikini underneath seemed to work fine as well as a light jacket just in case she became cold. A quick stop over at Tammy's place saw her also change into a bikini, pair of shorts and a nettop. Debra admired her friend’s sexy figure as they made their way back to the car. Unlike Debra who had long blonde curls, Tamika had long dark hair, her American orient heritage giving her an exotic look. Debra understood why men were always chasing after her best friend, she was sexy.
Chapter 3
Ethan
Ethan stood by the window of the hotel room staring into the darkness as he listened to the sounds of the waves lapping at the beach. He lifted the glass of whiskey in his hand up to his lips and sipped on the bitter drink. His wood was hard and he knew that it was because it had been a long time since he had last been with a woman. Using his other hand, he shifted it into a more comfortable position in his pants.