Climax: Volume 2

by Ella Ford

  “Excellent,” said Lyanda from far away, “now kiss like you mean it.” She waved her hand again, but before the fleeting moment of compulsion had swept over me, Belle locked her mouth on mine and lifted her hands to my cheeks, gripping me tightly. I felt her tongue snake outwards and force its way between my lips and I pushed my own tongue out to meet her, relishing the familiar taste of her and the warmth of her presence.

  My hands began to roam over Belle’s body, caressing her hips, her bare stomach, reaching down to grip the hem of her skirt and stroking up her thighs to the lace tops of her stockings. She responded to my frantic exploration by kissing me harder, swirling her tongue around mine, licking my lips, my face, my nose.

  “Good, good,” said Lyanda, “now undress each other.”

  Belle pulled back from me and her hands fell on my blouse, tearing at me with eager fingers while I clutched at her skirt, struggling with the tight button until eventually the tartan garment fell down Belle’s stockinged legs to collect in a heap around her feet. With a casual flick of her ankle, she kicked the skirt away and it came to rest beside the desk. Finally, Belle got my blouse undone and then tore the flimsy top off my shoulders. I didn’t resist her, only half-faking the docile intensity of my passion. I suddenly needed to be naked with Belle, needed her to have access to my breasts, my pussy, everything! I wondered distantly how much was Lyanda’s sinister manipulation technology and how much was just raw lust.

  Our motions quickened, driven by the hot, animal desire between us. My skirt fell down my legs, then my bra and panties came off next, disappearing in the maelstrom of clutching fingers that Belle had become. I turned my attention to her, ripping at her blouse and virtually tearing it off her, then pawing madly behind her in a frantic effort to undo her bra while she slid her panties down her legs.

  Eventually, we emerged from the desperate tussle almost naked, wearing only our thigh high stockings and shoes. We began to circle each other, breathing heavily and studying each other with lustful intent.

  Suddenly, Lynda waved her hand and shouted, “stop!” We came to a halt and straightened up, turning to face the older woman, hands hanging limply by our sides. It was a struggle to control the desire that had taken hold of me, difficult to maintain the facade of complete control that she had over us. But somehow, I became limp and lifeless, a flesh toy for her pleasure.

  “Are you sure you haven’t done this before, girls?” she asked with a sultry smile.

  “No ma’am,” we both replied in mesmerized unison.

  She waved her hand once more, and I felt the suppressed presence of her compulsion field lift from my mind. I realized that she was returning control back to us, allowing us to experience a moment of disgust and revulsion at what she’d made us do. I found myself feeling a new emotion - anger. Anger at what this perverted woman was doing to my people, anger at the hurt and trauma she was causing to girls like me. Inwardly, I vowed to stop at nothing to prevent her from achieving her goals, to stop her and Kyla and all of their sick faction.

  But for now I continued to act the part, blinking rapidly as though emerging from a deep sleep, allowing a brief moment of realization to wash over me. Belle spoke first. “I-I… what… what did we...?” she stammered, covering her breasts and pussy with mock modesty.

  I allowed myself to sob as I did the same, turning away from Lyanda and her sick stare. “You can’t do this to us lady!” I cried out.

  “Oh I can’t, can I not?” she sighed, then she waved her hand again and the compulsion to obey returned to my mind once more, only to be nullified by the gentle buzz of the device in my ear. I returned to where I was standing, staring straight ahead and allowing my arms to hang down and uncover my body.

  “What do you wish us to do?” I droned, feeling curiously powerful as we continued to thwart her mind bending powers, leaving her with a false impression of control.

  She thought for a second and then turned to me. “You, Laura was it?” she asked rhetorically. “Come over to the desk and bend over it for me. Let your friend see your tight little cunt,” she said and I flinched, unaccustomed to the harsh language. Without further hesitation, I stepped sleepily over to the desk and bent my body at the waist, resting my breasts on the cold wooden surface. Then I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around the far edge and spread my legs slightly.

  Lyanda reached to the side and stroked her hand across my bottom, patting the firm flesh lightly then lazily dragging her fingers between my legs over my moist sex.

  “And you… Jenny, right?” Even without looking, I could almost sense the thick smirk as it spread over her stern face. “Would you like to eat your friend’s pussy?” she said.

  “Whatever you wish,” droned Belle.

  “Then don’t just stare at it, eat it!” she snapped and lifted her hand off my bottom, then brought it down with a sharp slap that resonated around the room. I bit my lip and held firm, allowing the pain to diffuse through my body, not giving her the satisfaction of crying out.

  Belle staggered over to stand behind me, head leaning to one side, mouth hanging open. I caught sight of her out of the corner of my eye. She appeared to be completely comatose, somehow walking in spite of her mindless state. Her eyes were blank and distant, seemingly unfocused and lifeless. I found myself worrying about how convincing her act was, wondering if maybe the tiny device in her ear had fallen free, subjecting her to the full force of Lyanda’s control. But then her eye caught mine and I saw a flash of recognition, a brief twinkle that proved that Belle was still in command of her body and mind. I allowed myself to relax, and spread my legs apart a little more, anticipating the touch of my lover’s tongue, in spite of the strange circumstances.

  Lyanda hopped up from the desk and moved to stand behind Belle, leaving my field of view. I faced forward, concentrating hard of what was happening behind me.

  “Earth girls are so easy to control,” she breathed and I heard Belle gasp. I longed to turn around and see what was happening, but didn’t dare, needing to remain utterly blank and mindless. “Yet you are so wilful and self-absorbed. Still fixated on breeding and the masculine faction of your society that holds you in thrall. It saddens me that your kind have yet to see the light and cast aside your male oppressors, that you see ‘lesbians’ as somehow different or wrong.” She seemed to be proselytizing to no-one in particular now, speaking only to blank automata who should be little more than dolls in her eyes. “But no matter,” she continued, “it simply means that when we take you, you are less… willing. Resistant to please your new mistresses. Yet your struggles please us most of all. And, in time, you all learn to serve us, to please us until we tire of you.” She was whispering now, speaking with a throaty voice that was dripping with lust and desire. “Get down there and eat her pussy,” she commanded suddenly, and I felt Belle’s hands grab my legs as she was pushed to her knees.

  Without a single second of hesitation, she plunged her tongue between my legs and began to lap at my dripping folds. I gasped at the suddenness of her advance, the frantic urgency with which she attacked my pussy, so insistent and bold. I responded by arching my back upwards and gripping the desk’s dappled edge until my knuckles went white. I moaned out loud and parted my legs further still, allowing her better access, urging her forward onto my clitoris. Belle accepted my invitation and pushed her face forwards, her nose nuzzling into my asshole. She began to work on my clitoris with furious intensity, flicking back and forth with her eager tongue, not granting me any time to recover or regain my wits.

  It felt bafflingly good - the expert precision of Belle’s mouth combined with the sense of danger and risk of discovery. All it would take would be one out of place action, or a slip of the perception field, and the game would be up. Lyanda would summon her Sextroopers and we’d be slung in a holding pen ready for shipping off to some distant planet and a sordid fate.

  Oh god, I realized, even the thought of being manhandled by the sultry Sextroopers was arousing me! />
  Belle began to suck on my lips, pulling my wet flesh into her mouth and rolling the flat of her tongue over every dripping surface. I lifted my head and my mouth fell open, sucking in air and stifling a scream. A boiling warmth had taken root in my pussy and was pulsating madly, sending waves of hot sensation through my body, making my arms and legs tingle with pleasure. My nipples were throbbing and hard, rubbing against the cold surface of the desk as my body rocked back and forwards. The feeling was exquisite and overwhelming, a heady cocktail of stimulation that made my mind race with desire.

  Suddenly, Belle swept her tongue upwards and pushed forward onto my asshole, parting my cheeks with her hands, digging her nails into my firm flesh with sensual force. She began to swirl her tongue around my hole, causing me to gasp with surprise. No-one had ever licked me there before! I felt simultaneously overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of the sensation and crippled with a feeling of self-consciousness. But any feeling of doubt or fear evaporated in the blink of an eye as Belle pushed two fingers into my pussy and continued to lick my asshole.

  I screamed out, unable to contain it any longer, needing the sweet release of orgasm to free me from the maddening feelings that were rushing through my body. Belle sensed my need and quickened her motion; jabbing her tongue into my asshole; twisting her hand so that her thumb was inside me and her index and middle fingers were pressing on my clitoris. Faster and faster she worked, manipulating me on three fronts - my ass, my clit and my g-spot.

  Inside me, the boiling cauldron of my pussy lashed out with hot tendrils of desire, igniting every nerve-ending in my torso, sending shivers and shakes up and down my spine. My whole body shook as the orgasm approached, trembling with anticipation and the sweet kiss of release. I turned into the approaching force, surrendered myself to it, allowing it sweep over me in one all-encompassing tsunami.

  It struck me like a forty ton truck, blanking my mind and washing away any hint of rationality. My whole body lifted off the desk, clawed hands digging into the hardwood until my fingers ached. I screamed out, “Aaaahhhhhh!”, struggling to stop myself from shouting Belle’s name, a distant part of me still aware of the unique danger we both faced, yet needing to articulate my love for her in whatever way I could.

  I began to thrust my hips forward, a reflex action that I could not control. My thighs bumped against the desk, nudging it backwards slightly. Belle clung on to me, her face still pushed against my ass, her fingers still deep in my pussy. I could feel her other arm coiled around my leg, gripping me tightly as the furious storm raged within me.

  Suddenly, the tide receded and the orgasm released it iron grip. I collapsed forward, breathing heavily and struggling to focus my eyes. My arms fell down onto the desk, trembling muscles twitching with the memory of the glorious tension. I gazed across the room, unaware of what was happening around me, no longer caring about Vulvans or Lyanda or Kyla or the fate of the Earth. I became as blank and mindless as Lyanda believed me to be.

  “Oh my girls!” came a voice from behind me. “That was quite a performance! You’ll both make wonderful additions to my collection. I can’t wait to have you do that to me!”

  The alien woman stepped around the desk and stopped beside my head, reaching down to stroke my damp hair. I didn’t attempt to move away from her or flinch at her touch, in part because of the need to remain docile and blank to continue the pretence, but also because my body was so exhausted that I was scarcely able to move a muscle!

  “Sadly, I will have to wait to play with your sweet virgin pussies and eager tongues. Kyla wants to begin production at the Orgasmium mine today, and there is so much to do.” She leaned over and licked my face, sweeping the flat of her tongue up from my chin to my earlobe. I shuddered at her wet presence. “But don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for you to please your new mistress when I am finished!” she added with obvious glee, whispering in my ear.

  With a flourish, she stood up straight and pressed the intercom button on the desk.

  “Yes Governor?” a faint female voice spoke through the machine. I thought for second that it might be Jolina, but this voice was slightly deeper and lacked the elegant command of English that Trina’s wife had.

  “I’d like you to take these two down to the holding cell on the third floor. They’re quite docile and most obliging, but could you place a guard outside the room? I don’t want them wandering off into the town and alerting the humans.”

  “Yes Governor, by your command,” replied the woman.

  “And Sarina, one more thing...”

  “Yes Governor?” said the woman with a note of uncertainty.

  “Keep your horny tongue off these two. I want them fresh and pure for me later on, and if I find that you’ve had them sniffing around your slut hole, I’ll have you flayed alive. Do I make myself clear?” said Lyanda with obvious malice.

  “Y-yes Governor,” came the reply.

  Chapter 3: Close Orbital Coupling

  The Sextrooper known as Sarina entered the room seconds later and I felt an insistent hand grip my shoulder then pull me up off the desk. I winced as my quivering leg muscles were forced to hold me upright, but maintained a blank demeanour and docile expression. Sarina told me to stand beside Belle and I did as I was told, taking a step back and turning to face Lyanda and her minion.

  Sarina was butch looking, but pretty, with close cropped silver hair and a stern face that reminded me a little of Bridget Neilson. She wore the standard issue uniform of her Sextrooper sisters - leather jacket, miniskirt and black pantyhose, with high heeled boots - but she appeared uncomfortable and agitated, moving with halting motions, lacking the usual grace that Belle’s people appeared to posses. As we stood before her, she eyed us greedily, staring at our breasts and pussies and the long line of our stockinged legs. I felt a shudder of revulsion at such obvious objectification, another harsh reminder that the human race were just cattle to Kyla and her insidious faction. Living dolls that would be compelled into willingness by her technology, then shipped off and used until our bodies were spent. And then what?

  “Hold out your hands,” said Sarina with a throaty snarl. Belle and I raised our arms, holding our hands out before us, gazing straight ahead with the blank expressions of the mindless. It was difficult to maintain this pretence, difficult to allow these women to control us without knowing what was going to happen. But somehow I managed to maintain my composure, managed to keep the mask of blissful indifference.

  Sarina stepped up to us and reach down to her waist, retrieving two graphite-grey objects that looked like cigarette boxes made from a featureless metal. Then she grabbed my wrists and held them several inches apart and placed one of the grey boxes between my hands. With a deft flick of her thumb, she stroked the smooth surface and the object emitted a short, sharp tone, then two tendrils of pulsating pink light snaked out of either end and wrapped around my wrists, completely encircling them. I felt a slight tingle against my skin and I instinctively tried to flex my arms. The light-manacles pushed back against my movement and an electric jolt rippled up my arm, causing me to gasp.

  Sarina smiled at me. “That’s right, struggle all you want. The pain gets worse the harder you try to escape,” she said with a lurid glare. Then she turned and repeated the same process on Belle’s slender wrists. My blonde lover didn’t attempt to struggle, and remained perfectly calm and expressionless.

  “Okay, let’s go,” said Sarina, walking off towards the door. Belle and I walked behind her in single file, trudging along like sheep.

  As we were leaving the room, Lyanda called after us. “Don’t forget Sarina,” she cooed with a sinister jovialness that caused the hair on my neck to stand up, “these two are mine, not yours. Keep your whore mouth off them.”

  Sarina grunted and nodded, then set off walking again.

  We took the elevator down to the third floor, waiting for direction before making any moves, playing the part of helpless captives perfectly. Sarina ushered us out and led u
s off down the endless deserted corridors of the old building and we followed behind in perfect, obedient silence, heads down, hands bound in the pink light manacles. Eventually, we reached a tiny room that was once an office and had been converted into a makeshift holding cell. The office had been stripped of its usual furniture and two folding camp beds had been placed on the floor, with matching blankets that were caked in dirt.

  Strewn around with room were small piles of discarded clothing, mostly female underwear. White cotton panties and bras, rolled up pantyhose and short white socks. I realized with mounting horror that this room was where the captive girls of Sycamore Falls were being held before being taken off to goodness knows where. I felt a tear well up in my eyes, a reaction to the sense of hopeless desperation that I felt in the face of such a powerful enemy. I blinked and fought back the urge to cry, remembering the need to appear completely comatose and controlled. I pictured Belle and her friends, and their self-assured confidence, trusting that they knew what they were doing and that their plan to defeat Kyla’s faction had a hope of working.

  “Stand together, facing me,” said Sarina, and we both turned our bodies so that our backs were to the wall, facing the butch blonde. “You know, I hate your fucking planet,” she said with a tone of genuine loathing. “The air is too hot, the sun is too bright, even the gravity isn’t right,” she continued, moving forward to stand directly in front of me. I forced myself to stare dispassionately forward and ignore her hot presence or the sour smell of her breath.

  She reached up and took my chin in her hand, wrapping her thumb and index finger around my face and tilting my head upwards slightly. She was taller than me in her high heeled boots and gazed down into my dead eyes with an expression of utter contempt.