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(MMF, F/alien, reluc, mc, sci-fi) *** The next week was a constant struggle to keep her mind on her work and her eyes open for Vicho. Kelly had so far avoided him, but she knew it wouldn’t last, and she knew that Vicho had probably spread it around that he’d gotten her in the sack. It was horrifically embarrassing, but the only thing she knew to do was to pretend everything was normal. So she did her best to drown in her work, to avoid thinking unpleasant things. Coming home on her last day was a relief. She planned to hole up in her quarters and not leave until she had to. As soon as she got inside she changed into sweats and turned on the monitor, grabbed some junk food and got ready to waste the evening. But just as she was getting comfortable, she heard a beep from the computer signaling she’d received a message. The message had an official seal on it, meaning it was Station business. Kelly’d never gotten one of those before. The Station high-ups had no reason to talk to her; she was just a glorified grease monkey. She read the message" Ms. Kelly James, You are cordially invited to attend a private function being given by Station guest and Ambassador of Mehklor, Tshallule Mrakalar, this evening at twenty-two hundred hours in the Ambassador’s quarters. Directions are attached. Come as you are. Kelly stared at the message for nearly an hour after she’d read it, unable to move. The alien. It must have something to do with what happened last week. Why else would it wish to meet her? The message contained no explanation of what kind of function this was, or why she specifically, a nobody on this station, was invited. Kelly had a decision to make. She was afraid of this creature. She knew it had done something to her, tampered with her mind somehow, caused her to act like a different person. She didn’t want to allow that again. However…she was deadly curious about the alien and its connection to her. She didn’t know if she could live not knowing what had really happened. She had to decide quickly. It was almost twenty-two now. She had a little time to get into some decent clothes (the message had said "come as you are," but she doubted that meant sweats), scrub her face and run a comb through her hair before she had to get going. The Ambassador was staying in the hub section, quite a ways away from her quarters. Kelly got changed and headed for the pod train. Within minutes she was standing outside the suite reserved for dignitary visitors on the Station. She pressed the welcome panel and waited. The front doors opened and one of the Louak guards she’d seen earlier appeared, filling the entryway. He was still wearing the spiky ceremonial armor that made his race look so intimidating, and his flat gray face was expressionless. Kelly had to try not to stare as she retrieved her printout of the invitation to show to him, but he wasn’t interested. He just stepped back and motioned for her to enter. *Here we go.* Kelly stepped through the door and heard it whish closed behind her. She was standing in the classiest room she’d ever seen, in person or in pictures. The walls were made of translucent aqua glass covered with beautiful acid etchings, and the room seemed to have no hard edges, no corners; it was all sweeping arches and waves, giving the impression of an underwater castle. Kelly walked in awe behind the guard as he led her through several more such rooms until they came to a large circular chamber, which was mostly taken up by a large circular tank of water. Inside, predictably, was the alien Ambassador. The tank she’d seen it in earlier had had the look of a giant fishbowl, round and featureless. This tank was not a fish tank, but a state-of-the-art workstation built to run under water. The front of the tank was clear, allowing the alien to look out into the room and others to look in, but the back was covered with panels and displays, all flashing different tasks and information. The alien was apparently at work when she’d come in, but now the displays went dark and the thing whirled around in the water, gliding gracefully towards her. Seeing it far away at the walkway it had looked strange, but up close it looked surreal. It was a mass of appendages all tangled around itself, but out of the center glowed that strange eye that had looked straight at Kelly. It looked at her now as she approached, slowly, not wanting to get any closer but feeling compelled out of courtesy and also, curiosity. The Ambassador spoke. It was not speech, although there were some words, and it wasn’t a picture, although sometimes there was a flash of imagery. Kelly at first had no idea what was being said, it seemed like a load of information was being thrown at her all at once. After a moment, the Ambassador’s "voice" resolved itself into something she could understand. It said, "I’ve asked you here to apologize." Kelly was still reeling from her first telepathic experience and had to shake herself a little to respond. "Apologize for what?" "You know. You know of my interference when I first came aboard. Perhaps you do not understand, but you know." Kelly was vindicated. She’d been right. Then she was angry. "You messed with my head. You didn’t have the right to do that. Why did you do it? Why’d you have to do it to me? I just want to know why." Kelly heard the Ambassador’s mental sigh. "If you will please make yourself comfortable, I have an explanation for you. I know you came here because you want to know about me. You may be angry, but you’re a creature of questions, just as I am. So sit. I will explain." Kelly didn’t want to just relax and hear a story, and the guard was making her uncomfortable with his unblinking stare, but she sat down on one of the available cushions and waited tensely. The Ambassador’s voice entered her mind once more. "Any time one intelligent species makes contact with another for the first time, misunderstandings and confusion are expected. Our minds may seem similar enough, but they differ in so many key ways. In our initial explorations of the human brain, we found many strange, dark places that seemed to have no practical use. We had believed, for a time, that these spaces were unused, or vestigial matter that served no real purpose. It was not until I began to train as an emissary that I discovered what they were for. "To understand why this is important, you must know that we as a species do not gestate our young. Genetic material is contributed by a number of eligible parties and the most compatible of that material meshes to form new life. It is a very stable and reliable method of reproduction. Not like the haphazard way humans combine their material. Your method is not very forgiving at all. It is a wonder to my people that there are so many more of you than there are of us." "I’m not really seeing the point of this," Kelly protested. She wasn’t interested in an alien biology lesson right now. "Patience. While working closely with a group of humans who, like myself, had the goal of establishing solid communication, I had occasion to eavesdrop on quite an amazing conversation. It was a pure sensory exchange, there was no information being passed at all. And yet it was fascinating. The senses of the humans filled my mind- I felt what they felt. I didn’t merely "hear" it, I participated in it. I was enthralled. "I had to know what it was. It was in the early days of communication, understand, and I tried to gather information from our guests, but my questions were not understood, and their minds were closed to my seeking. At last I was able to witness another such exchange, and found that the sensory noise was generated by a *physical* action. One that I now know is part of your process of reproduction. "Here I must admit that my curiosity got the better of me and I staged a few experiments in an attempt to replicate the sensations generated when human beings reproduced. They were, of course, dismal failures. I had not yet learned that it was a complex cooperative effort that produced such sensation, and couldn’t be ‘activated’ by simple physical manipulation." Kelly wasn’t sure if she understood correctly, but it sounded like the alien had molested some of the human visitors hoping to cause them to orgasm. She wasn’t sure if that was funny or horrifying. She also had to wonder why this information hadn’t gotten out. Surely the fact that the humans who had made first contact with this species had been sexually assaulted by them would have made news. The Ambassador continued, "I’ll spare you the details of my studies, but I found that it was indeed those mysterious areas of the brain that controlled the chemicals utilized in human copulation. And eventually I found that, in a very select few human beings, these areas were extremely sensitive to suggestion." Kelly was getting a very bad feeling. It was pretty much exactly as she’d suspected. The alien had indeed "pushed a button" in her mind, causing her to go crazy with lust and not care about anything else. Apparently she was one of those "select few", which would explain the Ambassador’s interest in her. And if it could do that to her once, it could do it again. She suddenly felt she was in terrible danger. "Don’t be afraid," said the alien, picking up on her fear, "As I said, I asked you here to express my regret that I caused you such trouble. It was not my intent to distress you, only to explore, to find out if you were indeed one of the few compatibles. Unfortunately, once activated, that part of the brain makes demands of the body that will not cease until they are met. It is fortunate for you that you had a compatible male available to meet those demands, is it not?" This alien was fucking insane. Or perhaps just so different that it had no concept of personal freedom or privacy. Either way it was dangerous. "Don’t you think there’s anything wrong with messing with people’s brains without their permission?" She demanded. "Don’t you know that’s a violation? A human being’s mind is their personal property, the only thing they really have total control over. You can’t just take possession of it like that!" She shouldn’t be yelling at the alien who had the power to blast her mind, but she had to try to get through to it. She couldn’t let it think what it did was all right. "Now, be fair, Ms. James, I didn’t take control of your mind. I merely made a suggestion. It was your choice to follow it." "You just said the signals or whatever would never stop until I did something about it. You think that’s a choice? Have sex or suffer until I do?" "Ms. James, I don’t see the dilemma. ‘Sex’ as you call it is pleasurable. Suffering is not. Why spend so much time delaying when the delay itself is the cause of the suffering?" Kelly stood up, shaking with anger. "I’m leaving. I’m not your lab rat. I’m not sticking around to be experimented on." She headed for the door. "You are not an experiment, Ms. James." The alien’s voice took on a dark tone. "You are a rare find. One in four-hundred thousand, by my calculations. And of the few I’ve found, the most sensitive. So you see why I can’t possibly just let you go without trying to convince you to stay." And Kelly felt it again, the pinprick in the mind. Almost immediately she started to feel overheated and tingly. It was even stronger than last time. She made for the door. The Louak guard was in the way. He’d taken off all his armor and robes and stood there naked. Kelly gulped, looking at him. He was well muscled and his skin had a wet sheen. His hard cock stood straight up, rather oddly shaped, but large. Kelly couldn’t take her eyes off it. The guard came forward, and his mouth split into a huge grin full of needle-shaped teeth. He stuck out his long red tongue and licked his lips. Kelly was split between her mind’s revulsion at the pale, slimy skin and frightening face and her body’s arousal at the sight of muscles and a stiff cock. She backed away, her knees shaking, and turned on the Ambassador in anger. "Why?" Kelly demanded, "What do you do this for? What good is it to you?" The Ambassador didn’t answer right away, and then…it laughed. That was what the mental message felt like, as though it were laughing at her. "Why? Why does anyone do what they do? I enjoy it!" So that was it. The alien was having sex telepathically through the human beings it manipulated. Through *her*. Somehow all the things Kelly had considered hadn’t included that. The guard was against her back, and was reaching around to unbutton her shirt. She fought his hands, trying to get away, even though she secretly hoped she wouldn’t be able to. Her fear was still pounding in her chest, and her survival instinct was strong. "Don’t fear Jakuub, he won’t hurt you," said the Ambassador. "He likes you. He’ll make you feel pleasure much greater than that which the uncouth human male gave you." Jakuub pulled Kelly’s shirt away and grasped at her breasts. She arched her back and moaned while he slid his hands slickly under her bra and played with the nipples, all of her nerves on fire. She wanted to be repulsed by the touch, but it was just too good, and somehow the disgust mingled with the arousal made it even more powerful. She hung onto his arms and let him do as he pleased. "Of all the things I’ve learned from your people," said the Ambassador, sounding far away, "I like this the most. Perhaps too much, since I can’t seem to stop. I can never return home, never be away from humanoid life again if it means not having this anymore. What is that called?" Addiction, thought Kelly, while the guard licked her neck and put his hand down her pants to massage her swollen pussy. She gasped and reached up around his neck, hanging on while his fingers toyed with her clit, and was powerless to resist as the stroking brought her to her first orgasm. She jerked and spasmed like a rag doll until it was over and she went limp in the guard’s arms. He wasn’t done with her; he turned her around, pushed her back onto the cushion and stripped her at his leisure, unhooking her bra and tossing it away, followed by her pants and panties, afterward settling between her legs. He took hold of her ankle and lifted it up, licked her calf with his long tongue. He ran his tongue down her thigh, leaving a trail of slime along her skin till he was licking at her pussy. "Aaahh!" Kelly arched and twisted her body while the guard’s preternaturally long tongue invaded her and squirmed around inside her. It was totally unlike anything she’d ever felt. It was frightening and disgusting and worst of all it was hot, more than she could have imagined. It hit every sensitive spot and worked her into a frenzy. She writhed on the cushion and wailed, uncaring of who might hear. Suddenly the tongue was pulled out, and Kelly was left on the edge of orgasm, unable to go over. The guard grinned down on her, waiting. Kelly had to squint at him to see past the stars that swam in front of her eyes. "Uh…uhhn…please…" She gasped, still writhing in sexual agony, "Please…fuck me…fuck me…" The guard kept grinning while Kelly’s hips moved and thrust in frustration. He reached down and grasped her hips, and suddenly flipped her over onto her stomach. Kelly felt the rough tongue lick her buttock, and then her legs were spread. She pushed onto her elbows and thrust her ass into the air, offering it up. The guard’s hands on her ass, then his thick cock pushed into her, moving easily in and out of her slick entrance. He held her hips tightly while he thrust, slowly at first and then with greater speed, working up a slow burn until Kelly was screaming in pleasure. She pushed back against the alien guard as he thrust, trying to get him to go deeper. She thought she heard the Ambassador’s voice in her mind again, but didn’t understand what it said, nor did she care. All she cared about right now was what was being done to her. Joyfully she rode the wave all the way to the top, as the guard pushed her closer and closer to her second climax with his ceaseless thrusting. Eventually Kelly again became aware of the alien presence in her mind. The Ambassador had its fingers in her brain and was feeling everything she felt. It was a violation of the worst kind, but Kelly could do nothing about it, couldn’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming her even as she knew she was being spied on by a monster. At last, when it seemed she couldn’t take anymore, it came on, ripping through her and spreading out from her stomach to the ends of her fingers and toes. She let it swallow her body and fill her mind, making her dizzy and weak, hearing her own voice echoing off the walls as she screamed. The guard roared as well, the only sound she’d heard him make, as he released his seed into her. They both collapsed in exhaustion and lay in a sweaty heap on the cushion. The last of the fireworks faded Kelly could feel nothing, except a wonderful, drugged lethargy that made it impossible to move. As she fell into unconsciousness, she wondered foggily if the alien Ambassador was going to fall asleep too. * * * It was seven-hundred hours, and Kelly was back in her room. Remembering the past night was a difficult exercise that made her mind swim, but she had to sort it all out if she was going to be able to look at herself in the mirror. She knew she’d been taken advantage of, to put it politely. She knew her mind had been controlled; she’d been turned into a creature that wasn’t herself. But while it had been happening she hadn’t thought about that. It was insignificant next to the ecstasy of a royal fucking. She still felt a buzz from the workout she’d gotten at the hands of the strange alien guard named, what was it, Ba-cube, or something. Maybe it was just the euphoria that followed a great sexual experience, but she was almost glad it had happened. She felt energized, like she’d had a missing piece of her life restored. Then she thought about the Ambassador, and what it was planning. It had been deeply disturbing to feel its mind linked with hers while she’d been having sex, but somehow, like the bizarre appearance of the guard that had seduced her, the revulsion at that intrusion wasn’t enough to kill the desire, and in fact it heightened it. There was something powerfully arousing about being watched when one was exposed and vulnerable. She hated to admit it, but she kind of liked it. Even now, long after the effects of the Ambassador’s mind tricks had worn off, she still felt a little turned on by the idea. After she’d blacked out in the Ambassador’s quarters, she’d awoken a short time later to find the guard was lying on top of her, slowly moving in and out of her pussy. It wasn’t the frenzied fucking they’d done earlier, but lazy and pleasant, and she moved her hips along with him, enjoying it, and amazed that he was ready to go again so soon. The Louak home planet must have a lot of happy women. They’d had sex a few more times, and she’d actually kissed him, feeling his long tongue wind around hers and explore her mouth. Then she’d sucked him off. She’d been fucked more times tonight than she had the rest of her life combined, but she was still horny. She wanted to have him in her mouth. She wasn’t very good at it, but Bakuub seemed to enjoy it anyway. He tasted strange, though it seemed exactly as an alien being ought to taste. Later the guard had fallen asleep next to her. She’d found her discarded clothes, getting a vague memory of the previous weekend, and left, but not before peering into the tank that contained the baffling alien Ambassador. The lights were all dark, and she couldn’t find it. Somehow, in the space of a few seconds, she’d gone from anger and fear to begging for more. She didn’t remember exactly where the break had occurred, but it didn’t really matter. Even if it hadn’t been her own choice, it had been the best sex she’d ever had. Kelly felt oily; she took a shower and then went to bed, and dreamed of nothing till late in the evening. She awoke feeling groggy and bad-tempered. Her whole schedule was screwed up. She was going to have to take a sleeping pill in order to get up on time for work the next morning. She was hungry. She went out to the arcade for some dinner, because she didn’t feel like being cooped up in her quarters. Best of luck, she ran into Josef Vicho. She was standing by the stall that sold Indian food, waiting for her order of lamb korma and naan bread, when the guy swaggered up, grinning like an idiot. Thinking he had her number. Kelly wondered perversely how he would react if she told him she wasn’t available because she was currently seeing a giant tentacled alien and his manservant. The idea gave her the giggles. Vicho saw her smiling when he came up, getting the wrong idea. "Heeeey, where have you been all week? I been lookin’ for ya. I thought we could get together today, but I couldn’t get you on the phone. I guess we’ll have to make it a late night, huh? I got some tequila for margueritas ‘cause I know you can put ‘em away, and-" "I can’t make it." Kelly said with a tone that was obviously not apologetic. "That’s what you said last time," Vicho smirked, "But we know how THAT ended up." "Look," Kelly switched to a tone of gentle exasperation, "I’m seeing somebody. We broke up for a little while, and now we’re back together. You were a rebound, that’s all." She grabbed her order as it was shoved through the little window. "I gotta go. Nice seeing you again." She bustled off leaving Vicho with his mouth open at the Indian food booth. She laughed on the way back to her quarters, thinking about all that had happened and all that would happen. For a little while she was confident and optimistic about her future, whatever it might be. But it didn’t last long. Eventually the euphoria and giddiness wore off, and all her old doubts began to come back. She’d been fucked, and so had her mind. She’d been used and degraded by an alien beast. She was a victim, and the Station authorities had to know about it. Fuck, that alien Ambassador was on its way to earth! There was no telling what kind of damage it could do if it was allowed access to the minds of all earth’s citizens. But what was she supposed to say? It was humiliating even to think about, and she had no idea how she was going to be able to talk about what had happened with Station officials, especially since she would be besmirching the reputation of a respected representative of an intelligent species. It would be her word against the Ambassador’s. Suddenly she got a mental image of the front page of some trashy tabloid transmission, with her picture and the headline, "I was raped by an alien!" She could talk, but it wouldn’t do much good. It would only be an embarrassment to her and to the Station. Somehow she had to deal with this herself, and she had no idea how to go about doing it. She knew that if she were to visit the Ambassador again, she’d be vulnerable to its powers and have no way of protecting herself. There was no reason to think it wouldn’t just keep using her until she was used up. Despite the chill that thought gave her, she couldn’t help wondering if maybe she wouldn’t like to be used up. There was no denying that she’d been more free and happy while under the Ambassador’s drug than she ever had been before. Maybe the morning-after shame would go away, after awhile. Maybe she’d grow to enjoy it. Maybe she should get passage off the Station. Where she would go, she really had no idea. She had no really special qualifications and getting work back on earth or on another cruiser would be tough. Part of the reason people had expanded so far from earth in the first place was lack of space and opportunities on the home world. This was supposed to be an adventure, not a nightmare, Kelly lamented. But that was what lots of space travelers thought, when they bought their tickets. They didn’t realize what a big, cold, mean universe it would be until they were out there and faced with it themselves. How childish of them. Kelly couldn’t stay on the Rogerian with things the way they were, and she couldn’t leave. She was going to have to take matters into her own hands. Was it possible to catch the Ambassador in the act, get it to admit to something on record? No, there was no way to record telepathic transmissions, that she knew of. Kelly was helpless. The Ambassador hadn’t forgotten about her, it was going to be waiting for her- no matter where she ran to. Continued in chapter 3... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 36