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One of the Alien's objectives is to make the women of earth their concubines. (MMFF, exh, reluc, 1st, mc, sci-fi, parody) *** I’m a lawyer representing one of the members of the Intergalactic Trade Commission. I was hired a few months after the establishment of the ITC years ago. You remember those heady times, don’t you? We had just made contact with the first extra terrestrials and the whole planet went nuts over anything having to do with alien races. Remember the re-runs of all the old Star Wars and ET Movies. How we were so desperate for news of anything Alien that we returned to old Hollywood films to have some sort of input into the nature of our new contacts. So far only one of the many stellar races has seen fit to contact us. This race became known as the Hut, after the Star Wars character they somewhat resemble. The Aliens are not here to benefit mankind. They are here for their own interests and profits. Although at the time we naïve Humans didn’t realize this. The Huts have two primary goals in their relations with us. First, they want to replace mankind with a modified Hut/Human hybrid. Second they want to become even wealthier. Considering that by any standard they are one the wealthiest races in the galaxy, this second goal is going to be somewhat difficult to improve upon. The leader of the delegation was christened Jabba, for the same reason we called his race the Hut. Well, as usual, Hollywood had it wrong. Oh, mind you, some of the Sci-Fi was right on the money; but most was far from the truth. Some of the Hollywood version was right (sort of) but most was just fiction. The real Jabba was physically very different than his movie character, no green slime around the mouth for example. Other differences included a smaller head but larger body with multiple legs on each side and two strong arms with six fingered hands in front. The snake like structure from Star Wars is close if you ignore the legs, which is easy to do when they are tucked in at the sides. They got his personality almost right, but other wise, wrong on many counts. At first, my job was to arrange for the sale of Alien technology and the purchase of raw materials. (The Aliens needed working capital.) As I became more familiar with the Hut and better trusted, my job expanded to include arranging for personal services and accommodations, as well acting as an interspecies liaison. I purchased a hotel in a large eastern city for their exclusive use and provided anything that they couldn’t purchase on their own openly. Jabba liked to party, he would have me hire groups to entertain and exotic liquors and drugs from all parts of the globe. They had a special interest in earthly goods because there had always been a glut of such items from elsewhere in the galaxy available to them. But Earth provided things that were new. We had forms of entertainment which his guests had never seen, foods which none had tasted, and we had Human Women. I couldn’t understand why the Hut would find a human female so interesting until I saw a Hut female for myself. Jabba had brought his "official wife" to earth with him. She was the product of an alliance between his trading faction and another. One day my duties required me to enter Jabba’s private residence as he had received an urgent message and I was instructed to bring it to him immediately. I knocked and waited politely until signaled to come in. Jabba and his wife were both in the room, so I was able to get my first clear view of, what I thought at the time to be, a Hut Female. The Hut are dimorphic (males and females have different physical structure); male Hut look somewhat like the movie version, but females are very different. Standing his spindly legs doesn’t even raise his abdomen off the floor; so his movements are produced more by the rippling of bands across his girth. This looks much like a caterpillar track in motion when he is going somewhere. When he squats his legs bend outward and from the side and his lower body takes on the appearance of a row of theater seats. With his projecting knees forming what seems to be the arm rests, and his abdomen which bulges outward forms a sort of ledge between the arm rests which make up the seat portion of the illusion. All along this area are small protrusions which can change their size and shape as needed. The female on the other hand is much more humanoid. She resembles a human female in most respects except she is covered by lose grey skin and is shorter and wider than a human female. The true difference lies not in appearance but in the mind. The Hut female seems to have all the personality of a highly motivated snail, but lacks that worthy animal’s wit and intelligence. It would seem that the only purpose for their existence is reproduction, and formation of trade alliances. For as long as I remained in her presence, about fifteen minutes, Mrs. Hut never spoke or even moved other than to change which side of her mouth she was drooling from. Jabba never spoke to her or of her, but simply ignored her as if she were an item of furniture. Just before I left, Jabba asked me to join him that evening at his nightly party. He indicated that if I could appreciate what went on there I might have some ideas for improving the entertainment. Until then I had no idea that he had been dissatisfied in any way. I was to learn during my employment that if Jabba wasn’t satisfied with a situation, it was dangerous to be the one who planned the event. However at this stage of our relationship neither he nor I understood each other very well. He was not upset with me but only curious to see how I might react to his party, and what ideas I might have for its improvement. I double checked the preparations for the entertainment and ensured that we would not be in violation of any local union requirements. There were some minor violations of city laws pertaining to vice which I determined could be overlooked so long as Jabba’s diplomatic privileges were considered. Overall the preparations were as much as could be expected. Though I had made the arrangements for several parties, I had never before attended any, so I was looking forward to the evening. The events kicked off with a contest between two local heavy weight contenders. Jabba and his guests formed around a typical prize fighter ring which was recessed into the floor. Jabba being the eldest and largest of the Huts took up one entire quarter of the ringside area. Two of his Hut guests, almost as large as himself, filled two of the remaining sides, and some local toughs and city administrators filled in the rest. Some sweet young things from the theater district, dancers and actresses, had been invited to add feminine color and balance out the male guests. Most were sitting with the hoods or the politicos, but several had turned to Jabba because they had never seen an Alien up close. Jabba turned his broadside toward the ring and offered his flank seats to the young ladies. They were being served champagne and caviar by a waiter dressed in a long tailed tux. I noticed that the women who sat snuggled up against Jabba’s broad flanks became intoxicated very quickly. One young redhead who had caught my eye early on had consumed only one flute of bubbly but was smashed out of her mind. She wore a short black dress which left a lot of leg exposed. A short haired blond who wore a red pants suit had downed at least five glasses, was sitting to her left. The blond was very tipsy but no were near as inebriated as the redhead. I made a connection and began to observe that of the women who were in the company of one of the Hut, those who made skin to skin contact were much more strongly effected by their drinks than those who were dressed more conservatively. The battle in the ring lasted five rounds before one of the boxers got in a devastating combination of blows and dropped the other unconscious to the canvas. One side of the room opened up when panels slid back, revealing an area set up for gambling. Most of the male humans moved to take advantage of the various forms of cards, dice, or other gaming tables. I noticed that the Hut and most of their human female companions remained behind. A group of young Hut musicians equipped with instruments of Alien design came from an alcove and began to produce sounds which while not exactly unpleasant to human ears, certainly didn’t resemble what I considered music. But then I don’t care for rap either. The remaining human males left to join their fellows at the tables. I felt myself drawn strongly to follow, but forced myself to stay, out of curiosity. Only one of the Hut had moved to the gambling area leaving three of the large and several younger smaller male Hut, whom I found out later were Jabba’s sons, around the ring area. The small four legged, two armed, males moved about the room taking up the duties of the human waiters who had all gone with the crowd. The larger Hut accompanied by bevies of human females formed a triangle and began to encourage their companions to dance. Some of the women were complying with great enthusiasm. None of the Hut, even the youngest attempted to dance, but all eyes were locked on the gyrating female bodies. One of the most energetic was the lovely redhead; she soon worked up a sweat and wore herself out. She turned to find a spot to rest and then flopped onto one of Jabba’s flank seats. As she leaned back I could see sets of tentacles along his abdomen slip out and caress her legs. She displayed no restraint and abandoned herself to his attentions. She spread her thighs and allowed him access to her most intimate areas. I saw tentacles slip under her black lace panties and probe deep into her body. I was becoming alarmed at this point because I could foresee charges of rape by use of Alien drugs, and law suits over Aliens who took advantage of innocent human females. Just as I was about to move to speak into Jabba’s ear, everything came to an abrupt stop. The younger Hut assisted the women in a quick departure, and then left themselves. I and the three eldest Hut remained. Jabba turned to me and asked what I had thought of the party. I shared my concerns as his legal counselor, explaining how both our laws and journalists could be brutal with those who took advantage of drugged or inebriated women. He spoke with his companions in what sounded like a backward recording of country music. Then turning to me he asked if there were anyway to meet human women with less danger of adverse consequences. I was shocked by the suggestion as well as the night’s earlier proceedings, but true to my legal nature responded as a lawyer to client rather than a human to alien. I first asked his goals for such a meeting. He explained that all previous parties had been attempts to establish the susceptibility of humans to the Hut psycho-hormones and pheromones. This was to establish a sort of base line for comparison so that they would know how their body chemicals affected humans. Their goal: he and his companions wanted to meet human females suitable for, and interested in, becoming concubines. I suggested that they first of all, refrain from use of their body chemicals, if they could control these secretions as they seemed to be suggesting. They could then invite selected women to meet with them and without any drug influence see if there were any mutual interest. They should arrange for a sort of "prenuptial agreement" so that there could be no claims of misunderstanding or coercion later. Once mutual interest had been established, maters could proceed with less danger of legal action or adverse publicity. I also suggested that they start off slow, and use more intimate surroundings. I recommended that before the meetings they view some Hollywood films which showed human dating and seduction techniques and suggested some examples. Jabba called me into his office the next day and thanked me for my suggestions. He then requested that I contact the redhead from last night party and see if she would be interested in a dinner date. He wanted me to invite a second woman and join them for dinner. He thought that the presence of two other humans would make it easier for her to relax. He then planned to study her reactions to him and try to learn more about our customs and how to relate to human women. I looked up the previous night’s list of guests and contacted the woman in question. She was amused by the idea of meeting a Hut on a more personal basis, and thought an evening with Jabba would be fun. I invited a close female friend to join us and we arranged to have the ladies picked up the following Saturday evening. I selected an excellent chef to cater the meal and hired a singer and a small backup group which played local restaurants. Saturday evening I rode with the chauffer to pick up my date, Eva, then Jabba’s date, Florence. We went up the elevator to Jabba’s penthouse and I escorted the ladies into the dinning area and introduced Jabba to them. My date seemed very impressed with Jabba and hung on his every word during dinner. Florence remembered little of the previous party, other than that she had enjoyed herself immensely. Jabba was wowing both women with his talk of intergalactic travels and the customs of other worlds. I asked Eva to dance and guided her away from Jabba and Florence so they could talk in privacy. Jabba couldn’t dance but that didn’t bother Florence. She was soon snuggled up to Jabba and cuddled while they listened to the romantic music. I didn’t know if he was using his chemical attractants, but he was certainly making good time. Jabba called me over and asked for me to have the musicians and waiters leave. Afterwards there were just four of us, Jabba invited us to sit and talk. We then moved to a dimly lit area where Jabba squatted and curled toward an armchair curving his long neck far enough that he could look directly at the ladies. I sat in the chair and both ladies moved to Jabba’s flank seats. This made for an intimate arrangement where we all faced toward each other at about arm’s length. Jabba once again began to entertain us with stories of his adventures on other planets. He adjusted his body to make his seats recline slightly. Both women were very relaxed and absorbed with his conversation. Florence began to show signs of losing inhibitions first. She slid back in her seat and sprawled out in a most unladylike manner. I could see the tendrils at work again. Eva, too was being affected by Jabba and soon moved from her seat at his side to sitting in my lap. She gave me a passionate kiss and caressed the back of my neck. I allowed my hands to wander over her body and she made no protest. Indeed she seemed to enjoy my attentions. Had things continued in this manner there would have certainly resulted some sort of intergalactic orgy. But Jabba must have satisfied his experimental goals and learned what he needed. He called a halt to the action by turning up the lights and changing the music to a livelier beat. The next day Jabba once again called me into his suite. He started off by explaining his actions over the last few days. Since the parties he had been giving were for the purpose of determining the effect of Hut Psycho Chemicals (HPCs) on humans, the results had been very satisfactory. He now knew that his HPCs performed better on mankind than most other intelligent species. The behavior of both males and females at the first party had been under his control. He was able to control the movements of the males and some of the females at will. This is why the men all left to go gamble while some of the selected females gathered round the Huts. At the dinner last night he had tried to emit no HPCs at all but even so, the ladies had responded his low level emissions. He complimented me on my resistance to the chemicals. It seems that for some reason my body reacts less than any other human he has encountered. The next phase of his plan was to begin recruiting human females into his Harem. At that time I had no idea of Jabba’s true goal. I only knew that he sought female companionship, and that his formal wife was not what he needed. So being a good lawyer I did my job. I made some inquiries and came up with a plan. He and I discussed this plan, and he consulted with his political advisor and public relations people, before its implementation and he found it to be satisfactory. I had located a small independent Caribbean nation who, for a price, would be willing to make Jabba an honorary citizen. When Jabba found a suitable woman they would be married by proxy at the Island Embassy. A prenuptial agreement would take care of the rest. The wife would receive a suitable allowance during the period of the marriage, and in the event of divorce would be given a cash settlement and a monthly check for the remainder of her life. The prenuptial was iron clad and could not be contested in the courts of either nation. Any offspring of the marriage would also receive a suitable stipend (I thought this to be a formality at the time). The entire package included an excellent medical plan which continued even after a divorce, with care being provided by a local hospital which had been richly endowed by Jabba. The laws of our host Island Nation were very liberal. Marriage and divorce would be quick and with out complication. Jabba took advantage of this by divorcing his formal wife thus freeing himself for a legal island marriage. With this documentation established I approached the redhead, who had proven to be so susceptible to Jabba’s pheromone enticements, on his behalf. She was under the impression that her wifely duties would be in the nature of a companion for formal dinners and parties. I did nothing to change her impression. She readily signed the agreement, and we had a quick ceremony and the embassy with me standing in for Jabba. That evening Jabba threw his largest party yet. Many of Florence’s friends from the theater were invited and Jabba’s off planet associates all came. The entertainment was fabulous. The supply of food and drink never seemed to end or become the least bit monotonous. About midnight Jabba invited me into his private rooms. There the New Mrs. Hut and Jabba himself greeted me. She was still in her wedding gown looking like a cherry and cream bonbon. Jabba squatted in his usual pose with his bride seated at his side. As I approached I was able to discern that Florence’s eyes were out of focus. She was totally wiped out and under Jabba’s control. Jabba spoke to me and indicated that he needed my help. He wanted to sire a Human Child and needed me to assist. I was taken aback by his suggestion, and for a moment was about to turn and walk out. Then I looked closer and was able to see more of Florence in the darkened room. She sat with her skirt raised to her upper thighs facing me. The area between her thighs was a swarm with tentacles that caressed her most intimate parts. She was naked under her dress, open and moist. I was overcome with passion, perhaps encouraged by Jabba’s pheromones. I knelt before the new brides parted legs and looked closer. She was moving her hips in a gyration which did her career as a dancer justice. With each twist and turn her vulva parted and provided glimpses of her dark opening surrounded by flaming red hair. Her clit was very erect and seemed to pulse with the beat of her heart. In moments I had opened my trousers and made the connection. I thrust myself deep into her body, feeling Jabba’s tentacles caressing and urging both of us on. At the climax he was pulling our bodies together as if to insure that none of my seed would miss the mark. I fell back exhausted, and lay at Florence’s feet looking upward. I was able to see that Jabba’s had inserted a large tentacle into the opening so recently filled by my own member. Smaller tentacles moved over the surrounding areas, and one protrusion equipped with a sort of sucker mouth surrounded by a cluster of small tendrils had attached itself to her clitoris. The large tentacle pulsed with a rippling motion expanding at the base then pulsing upward into the depths of her body. With each pulse Florence shuddered and moaned. I could see bulges form in her abdomen as Jabba’s tentacle expanded at the base, then pulsed upward. She lay back upon Jabba’s side and her body had spasm after spasm as she came repeatedly. The small tendril attached to her clit made twisting motions as if it were drawing nectar from a flower. Fluid began to drip down on to the floor in small streams and foam clung to hair on the lips of Florence’s ravaged womb. Evidently the continuous orgasms became too much for her because she tried to rise to get away from the stimulation. As she pulled upward a strange thing happened. The organ within her vagina expanded at its base within her body and the pulsing movement reversed direction. I could see her vaginal lip bulge outward as the enlarged part of Jabba’s organ was pulled toward the opening from the inside. This had the effect of jerking her violently downward driving the member even deeper into her body. She let out a tremendous scream and passed out. Her unconscious body still jiggled up and down from the movement within her. I asked Jabba how long this would continue and he replied that normally the wife could not be released until hormone changes in her body indicated that conception had occurred. Since this was his first time with a human he didn’t know exactly, but with his last wives it had taken several days in most cases. Jabba remarked that by then she would be physically and psychologically addicted to his HPCs. Since I had assumed that interspecies pregnancy was out of the question this surprised me. So I inquired as to how he could have a child with a human female. Once again I was surprised by his answer. It seems that the Hut have the natural ability, due to their dimorphic sexual structure, to impregnate the females of any mammalian species. They have been doing this so long that the original Hut female’s physical structure has long been forgotten. His "Formal Wife" was in reality only a female from the planet of his last economic expansion. The Hut adds his chromosomes to the female and their progeny carry both sets. If the offspring is male, the Y chromosome activates the Hut genes and the child is a male Hut. If no Y chromosome is present the offspring is apparently a human female, but she carries the genes for a recessive Hut male. He indicated that the only requirement for a human male during this process was that a human Y chromosome was needed to use as a base for the modified hybrid male’s Y genes. The process of adjusting the chromosomes is unconscious and natural for the Hut. Now I understood why he had wanted me to have sex with Florence before he did. As we spoke Florence regained consciousness again. She sat with out moving for a moment then began a rapid up and down bouncing, soon followed by repeated climaxes once again. She began to have a series of strong spasms during which her legs twitched and her back arched. Her eyes rolled up after a short time and she passed out once again. While I watched the process of awakening, then rapid sex followed by short periods of unconsciousness, continued for some time. Finally Jabba indicated that I should leave for the night but comeback sometime in the morning when I was well rested. When I returned Jabba and Florence were still locked together. She somehow managed to look both ecstatic and exhausted. He now had been joined by his ex formal wife who was seated beside Florence also locked in sex. For the first time I realized that each of Jabba’s flank seats was equipped for sex. Florence was no longer having continuous orgasms but did shudder with release frequently, she was somewhat more alert today. Either she was becoming used to the HPCs or Jabba had cut back on the dosage. She was now totally naked. I first looked over her body with admiration noticing her splendid breasts, then turned to examine the ex wife. When Jabba saw me looking at his ex with curiosity he explained that for his race, sex was best enjoyed with more partners. He had hopes that soon he might have all of his ten stations filled for ultimate enjoyment. He instructed me to file for divorce with Florence so that he could continue recruitment. I glanced at Florence to see her reaction. She was so deep in lust that he could have ordered her execution with the same reaction from her. One of Florence’s fellow dancers, Tiffany, was the next to sign up. Jabba and Florence invited her to dinner one evening. When she entered the room Florence was wearing a loose gown which covered her from shoulder to knee. Florence spent most of the night raving about Jabba’s lovemaking. Since she was still having intercourse with Jabba at the time Tiffany could appreciate her sincerity. When she mentioned that Jabba was thinking of divorce her friend was confused, until Florence explained that she would continue to see Jabba because the divorce would not include separation; but just be a formality to allow Jabba the freedom to seek additional wives. She could still "use him for sex". She then bragged about the great benefits she would get after the divorce and her plans to visit various exotic locations for short vacations. Tiffany’s ears perked up at the financial benefits and she immediately showed interest in Jabba. I was instructed to begin the proceedings for another wedding. This time both parties would need a proxy because Tiffany was already experiencing Jabba’s sexual expertise and could not attend the wedding herself. It took four weeks for Florence to catch. She became quite accomplished at sleeping in the saddle. Tiffany on the other hand was dismounted and knocked up in only three days. By the time Florence was confirmed as pregnant Jabba had recruited four more wives. Jabba was one of the eldest Huts he was also very large for his kind, since growth continues throughout their life. Jabba had five flank seat stations on each side. He could now fill seven of these simultaneously. His immediate goal was to recruit three more wives before Tiffany got so far along that she would have to abstain from sex until the birth of her child. One of Jabba’s recent conquests, Barbara, was an actress with three daughters from a former marriage. She was thirty something and her daughters Julie, Sarah and Kristina, ranged in age from sixteen to eleven. Jabba consulted with me on the age of consent at our Island Host Nation, and I consulted the law books. The minimum age for a woman to legally have sex on the island was fourteen. However if her parents gave permission for marriage she was then considered an adult even if divorced later. The minimum age for marriage with parental consent was twelve. When I returned to Jabba with this information Barbara’s eyes turned green with dollar signs. She was all for getting more of Jabba’s money into her family. She announced that her youngest daughter would be twelve in four weeks so if we got started right away Jabba could fill all of his stations on her birthday. She brought her two oldest daughters into Jabba’s circle before he was able to get her pregnant. This took two weeks during which she had frequent visits from all three daughters. After they watched her with Jabba and saw the pleasure that he shared with their mother, all three wanted to join the family. Jabba made each of them wait until after the ceremonies because I made it clear to him the results of a statutory rape charge, and its potential effect on his legal, political, and public image. Four weeks after Barbra first thought of adding her daughters to the family, on Kristina’s birthday, Jabba would finally fill all of his stations. Since Kris was not ovulating yet, the last pregnancy could be a long time in coming. The week prior to the oldest daughter’s wedding; Florence took a short vacation to Hawaii. When she returned I asked her to meet with me to discuss arrangements for the wedding. As the senior Human Wife she usually took a part in the preparations. We met in my office and she immediately began to discuss her vacation. I tried to direct her back onto the task at hand, but she was not to be swayed. I reminded her that I was being paid my standard exorbitant rates for this meeting. Her response was to remind me that it was Jabba’s money so she wanted to talk about her vacation. I knew when to back down. Besides she was right, it wasn’t her money. It seems that she had a wonderful time. Sun and surf, booze and surfer studs were her primary topics. She had laid every golden tanned, muscled young male she could find. The problem was that even though some had been class "A" lovers, and she had enjoyed every single swinging dick, none compared to Jabba. The longer she stayed away the stronger the urge to return had become. Finally after only four days of tropical love making she was back. Then she began to discuss what it had been like to have Jabba make love to her. She didn’t remember much of the first night; must be an affect of the HPCs. Later after she adjusted somewhat her memory was better and there was an image of constant ecstasy. In some ways it had been one of her fantasies, to be continually stimulated and have firecracker orgasms one after another. In other ways it had been a nightmare. There had been no relief. Jabba was incapable of withdrawal from a non pregnant woman. At times she had been so worn out from the continuous climaxes that the muscle spasms produced during orgasm actually became painful. He body wasn’t adapted to this prolonged ecstasy and her muscles were out of shape (if sex muscles could be said to be such). Later her body adjusted to the situation, but even then there were times she wished she could die just to end the ordeal. When Jabba finally succeeded in impregnating her she had thanked God for the relief. But here she was coming back for more. Sex with Jabba was after all addictive. I asked how she was able to remain attached for so long and once again I was surprised by her answer. Jabba’s tentacles had entered more than just her vagina. She had felt them move into her bladder, bowels, and far up into her digestive system. She remarked that she had even felt slender filaments moving within her fallopian tubes and spraying seed directly into her ovaries. For the entire time she was attached he had removed all waste products and provided any needed nutrient supplements. It was not that she hadn’t eaten. Jabba’s sons had busied themselves with providing for Jabba and his wives; swarming around like ants surrounding the queen. They had provided for the enjoined group in every way to insure that the mating process could continue as long as needed. As soon as she had returned from her Holiday, she had hastened to join Jabba for a sex fix. The difference was that now that she was with child, she could detach at will and return on impulse. She thought of Jabba as being the most ugly and repulsive creature when away from him, but found him to be irresistible and constantly on her mind when she was nearby. I understood why this was so, but didn’t comment. The night of Julie’s wedding Jabba threw his usual grand party. One novel difference was that Barbara was able to watch as Jabba took Julie’s virginity after the guests left. After the ceremony Jabba called the celebrants to his side. He made a little speech about how his family was growing and how for the first time he was about to add an offspring one of his wives to his harem. Jabba had Julie stand in front of her mother where he removed her dress using his long arms. When she was naked he guided her closer to Barbara and within reach of his tentacles. He began to fondle her body and soon after he had made contact I saw her eyes dilate then roll upward so than only the whites were visible. Jabba retained his hold on her to keep her from falling. He now moved her to an empty station adjacent to Barbara. He eased her into a seat and continued his caresses. Barbara watched with wide open eyes, intent on his every move. Jabba must have cut back on the HPCs because she soon began to stir. When she was conscious of her surroundings I saw a small tentacle move to the opening of her vagina. It penetrated a short distance then began to grow in diameter and slide in and out. Julie looked uncomfortable at first but then began to enjoy the stimulation. Once he had her aroused Jabba began to push further into her body. I could tell the moment that he took her maidenhead because of the quick grimace of pain which crossed her features. Soon Jabba was thrusting fully into her without restraint. He became more active with his other wives about this time. Barbara let out a groan and began to bounce upon his pulsing member. Within moments all of his wives where writhing and moaning. Florence called to me and when I moved to her she pulled me forward and unzipped my fly. She reached inside and removed my already erect penis and began to administer expert head. Startled I looked to see what Jabba might think of this and observed him smiling his encouragement. After a few moments Florence stopped and leaned back into Jabba’s side. As I watched Jabba withdrew from her vagina and reinserted his tentacle into her anus. She pulled me forward and guided my erection into her now empty vagina. I could feel Jabba’s movements through the thin membrane separating us and began to thrust vigorously. After this point I remember very little. I know that I was involved in an orgy which lasted till the small hours of the next morning, and I know I enjoyed myself immensely. Other than this my mind is blank. * The next afternoon about three, I drug myself out of bed and returned to Jabba’s penthouse party room. Florence met me naked at the door and we move closer to the mass of writhing flesh which was Jabba and his unfertilized wives. Julie was in the pass out, wake up climax, pass out stage. Barbara had dismounted and knelt before her daughter watching the action up close. I realized that this meant she was now carrying Jabba’s child. After a short time she turned and resumed he seat next to Julie and allowed Jabba to continue to pleasure her. She was soon bouncing with gusto upon his swollen tentacle. Florence guided me toward Jabba’s frontal area. She moved forward to speak to him then after a whispered response kissed him. She then turned to me and pulled me quickly back to his side. We were soon engaged in another double penetration with Jabba’s enthusiastic participation. When I came round again it was late in the evening. I lay on a mat near Jabba’s side. Jabba’s pregnant wives had retired and the unfertilized were trying to sleep. Jabba called me and I walked round to face him. He seemed very pleased. It was something new for Jabba, to have another male participate in sex with his wives and himself. New things were always a hit with him. He asked me to bring some friends to Sarah’s wedding which would take place in three days. I asked how many, and he indicated that about five might be the right number. Since he seemed to have some doubts about the figure I asked why five. The number of wives now pregnant was six. That number might change before the wedding and then he would want one more human male. Then he thought again and said that I should bring six plus myself. I had no trouble getting six friends to come to the wedding. All I had to do was mention that after the ceremony there would be a sex orgy in the penthouse and I was soon turning away volunteers. The day before the wedding I found myself becoming very irritable and anxious for the next day. It was on my mind all the time. I went up to the penthouse that afternoon to look up Florence, but she wasn’t in. I soon found myself engaged in my usual double penetration with Barbara. As soon as I had taken the edge off of my hunger Tiffany wanted to try and I was off again. Before I finally left at about midnight I had tried out all of Jabba’s remaining available wives. The next day I realized that I had become addicted to HPCs and would need to visit Jabba more often. I was enjoying the sex so much I didn’t care at the time. That evening we had our usual after wedding party and as soon as the guests left I and my select male friends headed for the party room. We were greeted by the sight of Jabba and his nine naked wives. Sarah was especially beautiful, she was just fourteen, had long strawberry blond hair and small apple size breasts. She stood next to Jabba at his side. He had one arm around her and was fondling her tits with the other. I expected that he would start off the orgy by taking Sarah as he had with Julie. No this time he wanted me to go first as I had with Florence. I was confused and looked doubtful. He explained that he wanted to watch me take her Hymen. He knew that once he had sex with her she would be tied up until pregnancy. His study of Human sexuality needed new data, and I was to provide it. Sarah was willing, no doubt influenced by HPCs, so I agreed. Jabba had her lie down on her back across the last two open stations making room by turning the last leg on that side upward and folding it into a slot in his back. I moved to Sarah and started by kissing my way up her legs until I arrived at her almost bald slit. I concentrated on her clit and soon she was urging me upward with her hands. I slid up her body and kissed her mouth feeling my penis slide between her legs and rest against her slit. She wiggled a little and the head slipped between her lips. Two of Jabba’s tentacles moved around my hips and began to push me gently up and down. I might have the honors of being first, but Jabba was going to be a part of the defloration. He took control of my movements and I found my cock working its way into the ready receptacle of Sarah’s virgin pussy, with no control or effort on my part. As soon as I broke her maidenhead and was fully inside Jabba wrapped both of us in his tentacles and took us for a ride. Just before I lost track of my surroundings I saw my friends moving in to claim their places with Jabba’s other wives. When I woke the next day I found myself still penetrating Sarah’s vagina. She lay over me with the length of her body pressed to mine. Jabba was still moving me in and out of her and I had some how maintained my erection all night. We had been having intercourse for over eight hours. The muscles of my ejaculatory system in my prostrate were cramping. I had no idea of how many times I had cum into Sarah but it most likely was at least a month’s normal supply of semen. As soon as Jabba noticed I was conscious he pushed a slender tentacle into Sarah’s rectum and slowly began to expand its diameter. I didn’t think I could climax again but I was wrong. When I finished I thought my head would pop and by cock drop off. Jabba rolled me off of Sarah and finally for the first time inserted himself into her vagina. When he slid into her body there was a distinct slurping sound and fluid began to drip down his flank. He pulled Sarah upright and dropped his leg back into its "chair arm position". Looking around the room I saw the bodies of my friends lying unconscious in various parts of the room. I moved to a couch and helped myself to a cold drink. I felt dehydrated. Soon some of my buddies stirred and moved to join me. They were all dazed and seemed hardly aware of their surroundings. One looked down at his crotch and seemed surprised that he was naked. We gathered ourselves together and moved downstairs to my apartment to recuperate. Later that day I went up to Jabba’s to see how things were. I didn’t know if he was about to fire me or make me some sort of in-law, but I needed to get it over with. Jabba was all smiles. He wanted me to start planning the wedding for the last of Barbara’s daughters. It was to be his biggest party so far. He wanted lavish entertainment, and exotic refreshments. He wanted the same six guys to be there. He presented me with a new title. I was now to be his Eheddi. He explained that this honor had never been given to a non-Hut before, and that I was now a sort of minister in charge with authority second only to himself. Along with my new duties came new privileges. I was now to have access to any of his wives in any way I wished so long as one of his tentacles wasn’t already in possession of the orifice I wanted. He recommended that I select one or more of his mobile wives to sleep with me each night. I should also come up and visit at least once a day so that we could have group sex. I expressed my doubts about my ability to perform at that pace and his response was to touch me lightly on the arm with one of his tentacles. I found myself with a full erection almost instantly. I was also burning with desire and wanted his promised access immediately. I went over to were Sarah was sitting and looked her in the eyes. She looked back with adoration for at least a tenth of a second then went back to bouncing her hips on Jabba’s tentacle. Florence saw me and called me over. As I stopped in front of her she stood, allowing Jabba’s engorged tentacle to slip out of her pussy. She immediately sat back down taking him into her back channel. She leaned backward and motioned me to join her. When we finished I asked her to join me in my apartment for the evening which she was glad to do. We had a wonderful night. I never seemed to lose my erection for more than a few moments and she was always eager for my love. Somehow in the morning I felt rested. We had several days to arrange for the big celebration. When I reported to Jabba about readiness for the event he told me that we would need at least one more Human male. Sarah had conceived already and would require a partner. At the time it flashed through my mind that just maybe one of my sperm, with an eight hour head start, might have beaten Jabba’s to the egg. I didn’t have much time to think about it. I looked up one of the volunteers from the last party and gave him the good news. He would be delighted to join us. After the wedding I sort of expected Jabba to invite me to have Kristina as previously. Jabba however had other plans for me. Another of his new wives had conceived leaving only Kristina and Heather yet to go. He wanted me to have his formal wife and then to circulate among all of the other wives and make sure that they enjoyed the party. I was uncertain about having sex with the "Grey Battle Axe" as I thought of her, but determined to give it a good try. I was looking forward to having sweet Sarah again and thought I could stand anything so long as she waited at the end of the journey. Poor Kristina was in for a long ordeal. Jabba started off gently as he had with Julie. He soon was in full rut, and had for the first time, all of his stations full. He was very vigorous in his thrusting and soon and all of his wives bouncing and grunting with mixed pain and ecstasy. Kristina was scarcely developed at all. Her breasts were just small buds no bigger than cherries. She had no body hair at all. Barbara had told me that she was yet to have her first menstrual period. It could take months before she ovulated and was able to conceive. I remembered Florence’s comment about how she wanted to die just to get it over with and felt sorrow for the young girl. I looked over to see how she was doing and saw that she was coming out of the first affects of the HDCs. As awareness of her surroundings increased she became more agitated. Soon she tried to move off of the tentacle which was pushing up into her body. When she found herself unable to rise she panicked and began to pull upward on her attachment. This increased her pain levels and made her more desperate. She was crying and pleading with her mother to help, but Jabba had expanded himself inside of Barbara as well. She tried to reach her daughter and was pulled back down. She made a tremendous effort to pull herself away from Jabba, and for a moment it looked like she was going to turn her self inside out. Her labia were pulled downwards from her body at least six inches and it looked as if she were about to give birth, so large was the tentacle within her. Jabba expanded the tentacle even further and jerked her downward with a strong internal contraction. Both of her other daughters were struggling to get to Kristina but neither could move. Kristina was bleeding to the point that I could see the red drops joining to form a small puddle under her station. Jabba finally increased the dosage of HDCs in all three daughters and Barbara to the point that they all became unaware of their surroundings and totally unresponsive. The sex however didn’t slow down. Even in their semiconscious state the mother and her daughters bounced about under the force of Jabba’s trusts. It was a long time before he finally began to slow down, having sated his lust for a time. When Jabba finally released his pregnant wives following this initial sex frenzy, I and the other men were expected to join the orgy. This had taken about an hour and a half, during which some of my friends became very restless. Some wanted to intervene on Kristina’s behalf, but I told them that once Jabba got started there was no way to stop him even if he wanted to stop. They seemed to understand, but the pacifying chemicals being spread by Jabba may have contributed to the peace. I didn’t know what to expect from my partner that evening. I had never heard her speak and didn’t know if she could. To my eyes she was as ugly as sin and had the body of a troll. She apparently knew the score because as soon as Jabba gave the signal for the humans to join she looked around and saw me then she jumped up from Jabba’s flank seat and moved directly toward me. I almost turned and ran. Only my sense of duty held me in place. When she reached me she lifted me up as if I were a young child and carried me to a corner couch. I was gently deposited on the couch and she immediately moved astride me, reached between us and guided my never failing erection into her body. She then leaned over and began to speak to me in a low voice, while moving her hips up and down like a jack hammer. During our time together I learned many new things. I learned that she had an orifice that was as tight as Sarah’s had been, but with the added ability to ripple internally like a milking machine. I think that if she had wanted to she could have pulled my organ completely off and sucked it up into her body. Fortunately she had other things in mind. I learned of the Hut’s plan for Earth for the first time that evening. The Huts wanted every male on Earth to be a Hut, or a slave to the Hut. No earthman would be allowed to have a child once the plan was in affect. All women would be either daughters or wives to a Hut. After one generation there would be only Huts. Then they would move to their next conquest. She explained that this had happened on her world only a generation ago. Once the Huts were established there would be no possible way to fight them. The women would be addicted to HPCs and the men would be controlled by the Daughters of the Huts, who would make sex slaves of them in the same fashion as Jabba was doing to his wives now. I asked what could be done to stop the Huts. She explained that it was too late for anyone here at the party. We were all addicted and would soon lose even the desire to oppose the Hut. But for the rest of the planet there was still hope. Just before the final stages of the conquest of her world, the scientists had developed a virus which would strongly attack only organisms with Hut DNA. They had been unable to disperse it widely because too many of the natives had become addicted and unable even consider opposing the Hut. Once this virus was released it would spread through the Human population with the affect of a minor cold. Any Huts who were exposed would be violently ill. Like the cold virus it changed its structure with each new host and no immunity could be developed. The Huts would either have to leave or be faced with repeated bouts of sickness. Those who were addicted to HPCs would either go off planet with the Huts or if left behind, die. I asked how she was able to oppose the huts since she was addicted and therefore psychologically incapable of thoughts against them. She explained that the last scientists of her world had programmed her with a message which would be released as soon as she made contact with a member of the next race attacked by the Hut. Her mind was playing back that message with out her conscious thought. Any questions I asked triggered responses. As soon as she parted from me she would forever lose the ability to oppose the Hut in any way. I had to get the message right this time or it would be gone. Was I willing to spread the virus? I had to think about that. Was the withdrawal from HPC's fatal as the Hut claimed or was that just propaganda? I could be sentencing myself and all other humans in this room to death. I would loose my access to the harem. My dream of perpetual sexual bliss was gone. I looked over at Jabba and saw sitting side by side the two sisters. Sweet Sarah, who had given me her virginity and was now pregnant. I wondered once again, who’s sperm had won the race. Could she be carrying my child? The other a young girl who was scarcely an adolescent, being forced to have sex with an Alien. I remembered the pain and horror on their faces and knew what I must do. I asked. "Where is the virus and how do I use it?" END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - TV, Sitcom & Move Archive