by Calista Skye
“Oooaaaah!” I groan in totally uncensored lust, spreading my thighs more so he gets full access. He gives my slit another lick, and I swear I see stars. If he keeps this up, I’ll come right in on his tongue.
He gets up on his knees and spreads my legs more, bending them back over my head and exposing all of me to his alien gaze. He enjoys the view for a moment, then takes his cock in his hand, places it at my opening, and pushes in, hard.
I whimper again, reduced to a primitive state where all I do is surrender. His hot hardness penetrates me and stretches me again, making my sex burn with the strain of adjusting to the invader.
He fucks me again, and my body responds to it with the prey’s relief from not being killed. Again, he sets my pussy ablaze with sensations, both inside and out. The root of his alien cock rubs against my most sensitive parts with every stroke, teasing the heat and the delight ever higher in my pussy.
He’s on his knees on the floor while he fucks me, but he’s bending his upper body over me and covering me totally, making the air shimmer with his body heat.
He was never more alien than now. So big, so strong, so intensely dangerous. Every moment with him, I’m totally at his mercy. He’s obviously not bound by any laws or by the same norms that we are on Earth, only by his own moral code. And now he’s fucking me hard, taking what he wants from me. This alien monster—
My eyes fly wide open when his cock starts rubbing directly on my clit.
At the same time, his strokes slow down and become jerky, and he growls so my ears ring while he pumps his boiling hot seed into my center in complete conquest.
“Fuck me in your monster form,” I beg, and I can feel the orgasm building.
He stops his movement.
I buck several times in pure frustration. “Nooo, don’t stop!”
He pierces me with his colorful eyes. “No climax until your story can be verified.”
The orgasm dies a slow, agonizing death in my pussy.
I sob, just once. I’ve never been this frustrated. “You bastard!”
“Watch your language,” the huge alien growls as he climbs off me.
I’m actually fighting tears of frustration. That promised to be a mars-shattering orgasm. He’s too cruel!
Brox is on his feet and looking through his bag. His huge cock is still pointing to the ceiling, insatiable.
He tosses me a heavy leather pouch. “Drink.”
“What is it?”
“Water. The air is dry on this planet.”
I take off the cork and sniff. Nothing. Well, he’s had many chances to kill me and he hasn’t done it yet.
I put the opening to my mouth and try a mouthful, then greedily gulp the tepid liquid. I am totally parched, now that he mentions it.
I put the pouch on the floor and lie back. “Thank you.”
- - -
I wake up, and my mind goes straight to the last fucking I got, because my pussy is still sore and empty, still longing for the climax that was so close. Then all the other events from yesterday flood my mind, and for a moment I’m paralyzed. It’s all too real.
Brox is gone. But the water pouch is still there, and I take a swig before I get up to do the opposite in the bathroom. These quarters probably belonged to one of the foremen because of the size. As in, apart from the bed there’s room to stand up beside it. Even for an alien monster.
Where is he?
I examine my transparent suit, which I’m still wearing. The rips across my breasts have somehow closed themselves, but I guess the big one down below was just too big to repair itself. So now I’m walking around with my ass and pussy hanging out. Not that the fabric covered them, anyway.
A brief examination of the small closet in the room reveals nothing at all. This place has been cleaned out pretty well, both by the original workers when they left and by us when we established our colony. The only things left here was the mining equipment, which nobody needed.
I tiptoe out in the corridor and see no sign of anyone else. It’s very quiet. I walk back to the common room with the vivid wall paintings that just seem eerie in the ghostly darkness.
Nobody here. Did he leave?
I should probably feel hopeful that the alien abductor has actually left. But the thought just makes my insides feel hollow.
I suppose he could be anywhere in this abandoned base—
“Awake already.”
“Aaaeeeiiih!” My heart jumps in my chest, and I spin around while trying to back away, which means that I promptly fall over a couple of light chairs and fall to the ground with a resounding crash.
Brox comes over, grabs me around my waist the way he likes, and lifts me to my feet. “Very good. Always go to the ground when your enemy is bigger than you. Well done.”
I rub my ass that’s now sore both from the last spanking he gave me and from hitting the floor. “It wasn’t on purpose, you evil… man-like monster thing! You startled me!”
He’s unmoved. And just as huge and stunningly beautiful as I remembered him. “I see. You didn’t see me when you came into this room.”
“Damn right I didn’t. You were hiding behind the door or something.”
“Above the door. And I wasn’t hiding, simply testing how easy it would be to ambush someone in this room. I hope I will not have to do that.”
He gives me food from his pack, a similar kind of stew that I got yesterday except much less spicy. It’s pretty filling and even juicy. But it’s not coffee and croissants. Not that I’ve had any of those since I came to Mars.
Brox sits down on a table, making it look like a low stool. He’s carefully sharpening his enormous sword.
“Were you able to set up any traps?” I ask carefully. I know how sensitive he is to tone, and I’m not in the mood for another spanking.
“Some.”
“Can I see them?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t take his eyes from his work.
“Oookay.” I get up and walk towards the exit. If there’s to be any sense to booby traps, they better be closer to the enemy than to us, and designed to keep them out for as long as possible. I’ve seen the old classic flat-video Home Alone too many times to count, but have serious doubts that Brox has.
I quietly and cautiously make my way towards the only entrance to the base, the hatch where we came in. The various hatches down here have been securely closed, probably by Brox. I open each one carefully and peer in. I don’t want to be a victim of any booby traps he’s set.
Getting close to the exit, I find Brox’s first trap. When the Glup have made their way down and gone through a couple of hatches, they will be met by the first drilling machine. It fills the whole corridor from floor to ceiling, like a cork in a gigantic bottleneck. It smells strongly of oil and rock and metal. I can’t even imagine how it will feel to be on the wrong side of this thing when it’s coming down the tunnel at full speed.
But it has to start before it will do much good. To my genuine surprise and even joy, Brox has clearly figured out how to program these machines. This one is set to start once the air pressure changes in this corridor. Say, if the hatch in front of the machine is opened from the outside. It’s an advanced setting, one that you have to get through several sub-menus of various non-obvious symbols to activate. That alien warrior may be smarter than I thought.
“I’m not used to setting traps.”
Again, I’m so startled that I jump. “You have to stop sneaking up on me.”
Brox strokes a hand over the back of the machine. “I think you have to start being more watchful.”
I’m not getting into a fight here. “Maybe. Is this the trap you’ve set for them?”
“There are two more behind the first openings they will have to pass through. I think three is the optimal number. There is such a thing as diminishing returns.”
“You mean that after passing three of these things, they will figure out how to get past, so any more are just a waste of time for us? I think you’re right.�
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“They will certainly lose many of their own to these machines. But they will not stop them indefinitely. I will ambush them and take care of the rest.”
I look him up and down. He might be able to do just that. Especially if he enters his monster form. I point. “How’s your shoulder?”
He examines the control panel on the drilling machine. “It’s functional.”
The purple splotch on his otherwise spotless skin is looking larger and brighter than yesterday. “I think the bullet is still in there.”
“This machine,” he ignores me, “appears to throw out behind it the debris from what it drills through. I’d recommend you not stand here when it’s working. Glup are made from hard material.”
“Oh, I hope I’ll never be anywhere close to this thing when it’s running.”
For a moment we just stand there in the deepest silence I’ve ever felt. Clearly, the enemy hasn’t found us yet. “When will they be here?”
“It will still be some time. Their ship can only contain about fifty of them. Fewer if they have war machines with them. When they start their thorough search, they will work in a spiral fashion out from our crashed ship.”
I scratch my head. “How do you know that?”
He shrugs. “It’s what I would do.”
Makes sense. “Maybe we should make more booby traps while we’re waiting?”
He peers down at me. “I was going to say the same thing.”
So we get busy with heavy equipment and explosives and high-voltage wires. I’m familiar with most of this equipment, because any space colonist has to be and I was trained thoroughly both on Earth and here on Mars.
Brox does any heavy lifting required, while I gently suggest ways to set up the traps. He usually agrees without a word, and then he adds a final flourish to the trap that speaks of a mind much more creative than I would have suspected.
We’re busy for hours. There’s no way to tell the time, but back at the colony I usually eat something about once every four hours when I’m working reasonably hard. Here I’ve eaten from the stew twice while we’re working, and I’m hankering for a third when Brox states that we’re finished.
“Thank God.” I collapse onto a chair in the common room. We’ve turned this mining base into a pretty decent fortress. Hopefully, the many traps will make the Glup give up their hunt. Or maybe they will kill sufficient amounts of our pursuers to make them manageable for a huge alien warrior with a giant sword. “I think those traps will delay them.”
“Yes. Human females can be devious.”
I think that’s a smile he’s giving me. So, was that praise? Judging from the heat in my cheeks, it was. “Sometimes,” I agree.
I’m sweaty and grimy with red dust from the old mining operations. The coolness of the chair on my skin reminds me that my suit still has a major rip right where I most want it whole.
I take a swig from the water pouch. “Not much left.”
“It’s a dry planet,” Brox says. “Water is precious. But I found something interesting last night.”
I get up and follow him through the inner reaches of the living quarters, a part of the base that I never saw the first time I was here.
It’s a small room at the end of the corridor, and to most it would look like a storage locker of some kind. But there’s a basin carved into the rock floor.
The sight of it makes me remember. “Oh yeah. I read that the miners here dreamed of the day when they could take a bath. But back then there was no running water on Mars. It was just too cold. All the water on the planet was frozen under the surface. So, the miners dug a pool in preparation for the day when they would find a large ice deposit buried in the rock. They were planning to melt it so they could finally bathe in it. This must be where they envisioned that happening. I suppose they wanted to be prepared for the big day. It never came.”
Brox steps down into the basin and looks around. Then he reaches one long arm up and into a recess in the jagged rock.
Clear water runs from a hole in the wall and splashes down into the empty pool.
“What the hell?” It’s one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen. Nowhere on Mars should water be running like this.
“Looks like they succeeded, after all,” Brox ponders. “If the planet was frozen back then, it’s much warmer now. The humans here drilled upwards from here. Any ice in the ground above us has melted and dripped through the rock and sand before accumulating in the drilled shaft over quite some time. It must have been their long-term solution.”
The stream is hard, like it’s spraying from a firehose. It must have a lot of pressure behind it.
“Don’t waste it!” I almost yell. “Can you stop it?”
He jams a huge fist into the hole, and the flow stops. “So it appears. It’s heavy. There’s a lot of water above us.”
My mind is spinning. Running water on Mars! Yeah, those miners sure knew how to prepare for the future. A future that they had to know they would probably never experience.
I guess that’s one of the things that being a space colonist does to you. Grabbing onto every little ray of hope or pleasure because your life is so damn hard.
“Wait.” I run out and get the water pouch, then a bunch of rocks. “Here. See if one of these fits.”
Brox takes all the rocks in one shovel-sized hand and releases the stream again. “Later.”
He fills up the water pouch, and I scramble to find more vessels to collect it in. All I find are two cooking pots that fill up in less than a second. The water keeps spraying out from the wall.
Part of my Martian mind frets at the wastefulness of letting pure water just flow. But it’s not like it’s going anywhere. It’s still here. In the basin. Which is looking more and more like a pool.
After a couple of minutes, Brox jams one of the rocks into the opening with such force that I doubt we’ll ever get it out again.
The water in the basin is pristine and so crystal clear that from some angles, it’s hard to see that there’s any fluid in there at all.
I bend down to check it out, and then there’s a nudge on my butt that pushes me into the pool. I squeal before I slow-motion fall into the water, making a splash that’s much larger here than it would be in the strong gravity on Earth.
The water is chilly, and I come up spluttering. “What did you do that for?”
Brox chuckles. “You were very dirty.”
I splash him. “Well, so are you. Damn, this is some cold water.”
Brox pulls his pants off, revealing his half-erect alien cock, then steps into the pool. The water reaches me to my chest, but he’s barely in to his hips. “It is moderately cold. It will feel comfortable soon.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re blue already. When I start to turn that color, it means I’m too cold.”
He sits down on the bottom and grabs my waist, pulling me close as his mass makes the water rise to above the edge of the pool and starts filling the floor. “I like the strange color you already have. Look, your fur changes when it’s wet.”
“No kidding.”
He strokes my hair with one hand. “Remarkable. So… weird. Alien.”
I reach out to touch his head with the strange strakes that go from the forehead all the way back to the neck and beyond, like alien mohawks. They’re as hard as bone. “So are you. What are these for?”
“They are a symbol of dominance. The strakes grow a little with each victory and shrink with defeat. Mine have never shrunk.”
“I’m sure they haven’t.” I clean myself with my hands the best I can. There’s no soap or shampoo or conditioner in the room, or even on all of Mars. But I feel cleaner now than I ever have on this planet. “You know, we’re the first people in history to take a bath on Mars.”
“No pools in your own colony?”
“Nope. Not enough water. We have to save it and recycle what little we do have.”
“Such a primitive life,” Brox sighs.
“R
ight?” I say, happy that he understands. “That’s exactly it. It’s not what I wanted my life in space to be. It’s pretty joyless sometimes. We just work and sleep and save resources. Space exploration should be more glorious, it seems to me. I mean, it’s space! Endless possibilities. We actually have the technology to go much further. We could explore distant stars. Instead, all we’re doing is establishing factories on Mars. Hey, I’m sure it makes sense. One step at a time and so on. It just seems so small-minded. We’re in space just to make money? Give me a break. But of course, it was never my idea to go into space in the first place.”
Brox changes his position, and more water flows out. “It wasn’t?”
I draw a circle in the water and enjoy watching how long it takes for it to vanish. Water behaves strangely on Mars. “My mother chose this for me. She had an idea for— um, for something that could be developed and made more easily in lower gravity. Mars was ideal. So, she talked the space agency into establishing our colony. She couldn’t go herself, though. Too old. There are rules for these things. She sent me in her place. I was all for it. Going into space! So romantic. The new frontier, being pioneers and explorers. Meeting aliens and… well, that was just a fantasy. And then life in a tiny, remote science colony on a desert planet turned out to be mostly dreary. Who’d a’ thunk it, right?”
Brox frowns. “Most would have thunk it.”
I sigh. “Yeah. Probably. I didn’t. To me, space was always special. Glamorous. Unlimited. And meeting you proves that it’s more so than anyone knew. Well, I got my wish. I met aliens.”
“So did I.” Brox gently grabs me and lifts me out of the water. “You’re going blue. And beautiful though it is, I’ve been told it shows that a human female’s temperature is too low.”
He gets up, too, and when I start to shiver he pulls me into him and embraces me so his heat engulfs me. It heats me up better than just about anything would have. In more senses than one. His cock is between us again, hard and alien. Dude is walking around with an almost constant boner.
His heat seeps into me until I’m feeling back to normal temperature, even starting to get sweaty. I gently disengage. “Any longer, and I’ll get heat stroke.”