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Misfits

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Adults Only.
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: This story consists of 15 chapters. Please see Chapter 1 for
details.

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The Misfits

Chapter Seven


Sometimes the enormity of an event is too big for a person to
understand. It isn't real because it's beyond imagining. You have to
see it a little at a time and just a tiny fraction, once believed, is
still too much. As soon as I saw the ruins of Los Angeles, and that
word is much too generous, I felt something dying inside me.

"What did you do?" I asked, blinking at the rush of hot tears filling
my eyes.

"I used to live there," Talis said softly. "My name was Kevin and I
had parents and friends. I loved that city; the beaches and the hills
and all those people in between."

"What did you do?" I repeated.

"I destroyed it," she told me.

I tore my eyes from the hologram, turning my head to see her lower lip
trembling and her cheeks flushed and wet. Talis wept silently and with
the smallest gesture the hologram filled the room and we were in the
middle of a desert. A few twisted girders were thrust upward, but not
very far and not very many at all. The sand around our feet wasn't
sand at all, I realized, but ash and it swirled in the lightest
breeze. Ten million people and everything they'd built and owned and
loved, gone forever.

"For the good of the Empire," Talis said after several minutes. She'd
stopped crying. "Veils."

The hologram disappeared and the curving bulkhead became transparent,
offering us a magnificent view of the earth. A blue girl approached
gracefully. Eva was one of many servants and a favorite of the Duchess
of Cepheus and Protectorate of the Spinward Marches. She held a thin
towel and Talis used it to dry her eyes while I wiped mine with the
back of my hand. I wanted to hate her just then, but in all honesty I
wasn't sure how I felt.

"Mistress," Eva whispered, bowing her head and disappearing into the
darkness behind us.

We seemed to be alone and it had become easy to forget that we never
were. Srah stood somewhere in the dark watching me. Jericho, the
computer who looked like a high school science teacher, wouldn't be
far away. Christian and Ellicent, Gabriel and a dozen others were
always nearby. But we seemed to be alone and I stared at her, seeing a
sixteen-year-old girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a
scarlet robe and accepting sole responsibility for the greatest crime
in human history.

"You must never forgive me for this," she said.

"I won't," I told her truthfully. "Nobody will."

"Yes." Talis nodded her head at that. "This is your first day of
school and your first lesson. Nothing comes without a price."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Where are you?" Mom asked me, sounding kind of hysterical.

"I'm kind of on a spaceship," I said slowly and Srah giggled as she
rocked her hips, sliding her swollen penis against mine. "Shhh...Stop
it!"

"What?"

"Not you, Mom." I frowned at the sexy brown alien, but she'd busied
herself nibbling my neck.

"What did you say? Where are you? I've been looking everywhere! I
called the police!"

"You did?" I swallowed hard. "I'm with the aliens."

It sounded like she'd dropped the phone and Mom didn't say anything.
It seemed kind of strange, looking at the earth from my bed and
talking to her on the telephone. I wasn't actually holding a phone, of
course; I'd simply asked Jericho if I could call my mom or something
and he'd asked me for the phone number. I really hoped this wasn't
collect or something and I probably should have asked him about that.
We were thirty thousand kilometers above the planet, but we had a
great connection.

"Are you there, Mom?" I asked, shaking my head as Srah licked my ear
and she loved sex almost as much as Marcia.

I still didn't get an answer from her.

"Hello?" I frowned. "Hey, Jericho...Did we lose the connection or
something?"

"No. Transmission is satisfactory," he said, popping into existence
with a flash of purple light. Usually he just sorta faded in, being a
hologram and all, but I'd taught him a new trick and it always made me
smile. We were still working on a big puff of smoke though.

"Mom? Hello? Srah..." I made a face as she crawled up my body, pushing
her erection across my tummy and chest.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she teased, pushing with her hips and
giggling. Srah's uncircumcised dick poked against my chin as she
searched for my mouth with it and I turned my head.

"Mom? Hello?" I grabbed her sweet, round butt and squeezed, looking
around the girl so I could see Jericho. "She's not answering me. What
happened?"

"Orion!" Srah pouted, digging her fingers into my hair and rubbing the
shaft of her penis along my cheek. "Kiss me!"

"If I had to guess," Jericho said, "and I'm not overly fond of
guessing, I'd say she probably fainted."

"Mmmph?" I widened my eyes as Srah pushed her cock past my lips.

I could already smell her arousal, the sweet scent of honey filled my
nose and as her foreskin peeled back I tasted her golden precum. The
flavor reminded me of thin maple syrup and I understood why Srah and
the other people from her planet were among the most prized slaves in
the Empire. Srah had a body perfect for fucking and Mother Nature
hadn't skimped in the natural urges department either. She loved sex
just as much as Marcia, maybe even more.

Srah rocked her hips quickly as she held my head, cradling me against
her pelvis while I slipped my fingers towards her anus. I hadn't
fucked her in the ass yet, but I knew she'd let me try it soon. All I
had to do was tell her. Srah never said no to anything, but usually
she kept me too busy to remember what I wanted and we'd end up doing
what she wanted...Like me sucking on her cock. She loved that more than
ice cream, except I wasn't sure she'd ever had ice cream.

I didn't mind it either, to tell the truth. Her cock wasn't really
huge, but still a good seven inches at least and big enough around to
be a real handful, or mouthful as the case may be. Srah stretched my
lips nicely around the dark brown shaft and every part of her felt
incredibly soft and smooth. I tickled her cockhead with my tongue and
made her shiver because she was always too sensitive there. The
foreskin usually covered the glans and she wasn't used to being
touched beneath it, but that's not to say Srah didn't like it.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as my fingertips found her asshole
and I pushed against it gently. She had a perfect ass and that's a
word that seemed invented just for Srah. Perfect. Her butt felt firm
and round, soft as silk and utterly, completely squeezable. Her virgin
sphincter resisted at first and it felt like a tiny flower, the petals
spreading slowly as I pushed inside. I found her dry and tight, the
tender ring stretching around my finger as I worked it back and forth
in time with her hips.

She fucked my mouth while I finger fucked her ass, pulling me against
her with soft grunts and groans. I swallowed her sweet precum and
gagged softly when she'd push too far, but that didn't stop us at all.
I kept my eyes turned upwards, watching her proud tits rise and fall
with her breathing, the dark nipples grown long and fat with
excitement. And above those I could see Srah's dark eyes shining with
lust beneath her bald head. The lack of hair only made her more
beautiful, I thought, although at first it had seemed very strange.

"Orion," she whispered and that seemed strange as well. I wasn't used
to my new name yet, but I liked the way she said it.

The bed moved, being something like a fluid and more than completely
adjustable, and Srah turned around, pulling her cock from my mouth
briefly. My head and shoulders went down while my hips and butt went
up. Her knees sank into the bed with her penis positioned perfectly at
my mouth and Srah's tits pressed against my stomach as she began
fucking me. I could open my throat for her easily as we lay at
something like a 45 degree angle and it wasn't uncomfortable at all.
She closed her mouth around my dick and nursed eagerly while my throat
stretched around her, my nose finding her moist vulva instead of a
pair of balls.

She had that beautiful cunt just beneath the base of her penis and I
never would have believed a vagina could turn me on, but Srah's did. I
held her ass and pulled her into my throat over and over, gasping for
air in between, and sixty-nine had quickly become my favorite number.
She pumped my mouth and sucked me off, making me cum with a rush of
hot semen to fill her alien tummy. What she thought of the taste, I
had no idea, but Srah must have liked it. She kept me in her mouth the
whole time and never stopped moving her hips.

When my orgasm finished, she found hers in my ass and I'd had to talk
her into that the first time. Not because she didn't want to fuck my
butt, but only because she wasn't sure if it would be proper. I guess
putting her owner on his belly and fucking him like a little girl
wasn't something most servants could easily imagine, but that's
exactly what I wanted. Jesus! She fucked me nice too, sliding her long
cock in and out of my rectum with slow, deliberate strokes. It always
took her a long time to get off without some sort of pussy play. When
I fucked her, even with my fingers, Srah would cum quickly, but if I
ignored her pussy it took an hour, if not longer.

Porn star sex! Marcia would be so jealous.

Srah covered my body with hers, kissing my neck and hair, kissing my
face when I'd turn my head, and pumping my horny rectum all the while.
Sweet precum filled my ass, making it even better as her orgasm grew
near. She pushed herself upright, holding my shoulders with her small
hands and pinning me down as she began slamming her cock into my
tender hole. It had been a long time since Mr. Moore had stretched my
ass and I felt like a virgin again, hot and tight around Srah's
beautiful cock. I gasped as she found my prostate over and over,
sending electric jolts of pleasure up my spine every time her cockhead
would kiss it, and I soon came again.

We turned slightly, enough so I could find her pussy with my middle
finger. Pushing it inside Srah easily, her sex felt a lot like a human
girl's, I suppose, except it wasn't as mushy. Her hole felt smooth and
tight, hot as a furnace and the tunnel of flesh leading to her womb
was surrounded with curious bumps and ridges. I tickled and teased
her, making her squirm against my back and giggle breathlessly in my
ear. Srah had sort of a ticklish cunt, but she didn't seem to mind at
all. She only fucked me harder and faster until her cock began to
pulse deep in my ass.

She didn't cum like a human either. She didn't ejaculate wildly, but
filled me with slow, deliberate spurts measured against the rhythmic
clasping of her eager vagina. Her pussy, especially the mouth of her
sex, would contract sharply when she started cumming and I loved
Srah's orgasms because they seemed to last forever and it felt like a
baby's hungry mouth sucking on my finger.

When my dick was inside her, that felt truly awesome and she'd milk my
balls dry. Her species didn't believe in wasting sperm and the mouth
of her cunt would clamp down around the base of my dick and squeeze
the cum out of me. Literally, that's what it felt like, and my orgasms
lasted nearly as long as hers. Like spurting inside her for a long
minute, or even longer sometimes, and at first it had hurt a little,
but I'd grown used to it after a just a few days. We had a lot of sex!
Thank God I was only fourteen and had the raging hormones to prove it.
Usually I could get another boner an hour or two later and by then,
Srah was always more than happy to drain it for me.

For the moment, however, I was full of her golden cum. She'd filled my
ass with it and her cock didn't go soft immediately either. Even
though she was spent, Srah's penis remained thick and hard, filling my
butt and keeping all her juices inside me. She liked to imagine her
sperm fertilizing my egg, except I didn't have one of those, and I
liked the feeling anyway. I fell asleep beneath her, having forgotten
all about my mom for the moment. Having sex with Srah made me forget
about everything, even Marcia.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Where is she now?" Christian asked me as we walked through the
private gardens, along a winding cobblestone path between alien plants
and trees of every description.

"Still in the hospital. The doctor said he's going to wake her up
tomorrow morning," I replied, pulling some hair from my eyes as a
small breeze picked up. "How do they do that?"

"The sky?"

We both looked up and saw nothing but a warm, pale yellow sky with
baby blue clouds and a distant sun glowing orange. The place looked
and felt, smelled and even tasted like a pleasant spring day...except
not on earth. I could hear the leaves rustling and some birds singing,
except Christian had told me they were really some sort of flying
lizards, colored like parrots and small like hummingbirds. The singing
came from their wings and I really wanted to see one.

"It's a hologram," he said. "But everything else is real. It's nice
here."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Do you have to send Marcia back?"

"It's not up to me. Nobody wants her," he said. "She can't do anything
here, so..."

"I can't do anything either," I reminded him and I didn't like being
told that nobody wanted my best friend. It sounded cold, but I knew he
didn't mean it that way. He only meant that the aliens didn't have a
use for her.

"Talis wants you though," he told me with a smile. "I don't know what
she's planning, but I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."

"I never even see her," I sighed. "She's always busy."

"Tell me about it," Christian said with a sigh of his own. "She's my
wife and I'm lucky if we can spend ten minutes alone together."

"That sucks."

"That's love." He shrugged and pointed towards a fountain. "Let's sit
down for a minute."

The fountain was round and made of marble, or something like it, and
the centerpiece looked like a dragon rising from the calm pool and
spitting water down its scales. Much of it had been overgrown with
rust colored moss and thin vines with tiny yellow flowers. I found it
very beautiful, very comforting somehow, and I'd been told the garden
and everything in it had been transplanted from Cepheus. The yellow
sky above us, the orange sun so much smaller than earth's, but just as
warm; that's what it looked like where Talis came from and I could
understand why she'd miss it.

"So there's no way Marcia can stay, huh?" I asked, returning to the
subject at hand and the reason I'd sought Christian's company.

"Not unless someone wants her."

"You mean like a slave?"

"A servant," he said. "There are no slaves, only people who give
themselves over to bondage."

"Really?" I looked at him and I still didn't understand how that
worked.

I owned Srah, there was little doubt about that, even if I treated her
like a girlfriend more than anything else. She still belonged to me
and I could sell her if I wanted to, or at least give her back to
Talis because that's where she'd come from. Srah had been a gift,
someone to keep me company and help me learn about aliens and the
Empire and everything else. I kinda loved her though and she was
carrying our egg and...

"In theory," Christian explained and I only half-listened to him.
"There are black market slavers who kidnap people and sell them, but
if they get caught the penalty is pretty severe."

"What do they do?"

"Well, they execute them," he said. "Pirates, slavers, um...people like
that are beheaded usually."

"Oh." I frowned.

"The galaxy is a big place." He shrugged. "The Empire does what it has
to, I guess."

Christian was thinking about Los Angeles and all his friends; his
first wife who had died there. I didn't know everything, but I knew
enough to understand that he struggled constantly with what Talis had
done, just as Kelly did. That had been her name before joining with
the alien Duchess and sometimes Christian would call her that, but
mostly he didn't. At least, not if they weren't alone.

"Your friend might not like it here anyway," he said. "She'll probably
want to go home."

"Maybe," I said, but I didn't think so. Marcia was going to like it
here as much as I did; we were too much alike not to. I just had to
find a way to keep the aliens from sending her back.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Faggot?" Marcia whispered, blinking her eyes and smiling weakly as
she lay naked on the hospital bed.

She looked a lot better now and the doctor had told me she'd healed
completely. Marcia didn't even have any scars, but they'd fixed her
lungs, removed her old heart, and grown her a new one. They'd cloned
it or something and I didn't pretend to understand. But it was her
heart inside her, just brand new, and when that technology hit earth
it was going to make a lot of people happy.

"Hey." I smiled back at her. "How do you feel?"

"Ummm..." Marcia took a deep breath. "I feel good, I think. Where am I?"

"In a hospital," I replied. "Are you hungry?"

"Kinda." She nodded and I held out my hands so she could take them.
"We crashed."

"Yeah!" I laughed. "You hit a spaceship."

"What?" Marcia smiled as she turned to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'm naked."

"I know."

"I'm skinny!" She blinked, touching her flat tummy and she'd lost
about twenty-five pounds probably.

"You were asleep for more than a month," I told her. "Kind of in a
coma."

"I was?" Marcia stared at me, her brown eyes getting wide. "Am I okay?
Where's the doctors? Where's my mom and dad?"

"You're fine now," I assured her, glancing over my shoulder, but we
seemed to be alone. "Um, I kinda gotta tell you something...weird."

"Wait," she said slowly. "Did you say we crashed into a spaceship?"

"Yeah." I smiled at her. "It was invisible."

"Oh." Marcia stared at me for a second and then laughed. "Shut-up!
God! I almost believed you!"

"They had to give you a new heart," I said. "You were gonna die
otherwise, so they, um...brought us here."

"What?" She looked down at her chest. Except for her rather naked
breasts which seemed to be a bit larger and definitely more firm than
before, Marcia looked perfectly normal. "Brought us where? Who did?"

"The aliens."

She just blinked at me.

"We're on a spaceship."

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"No." I shook my head. "Your doctor is kinda...blue."

"What?"

I looked over my shoulder again. "Dr. Yes? Can you come here?"

"Dr. Yes?" Marcia almost smiled.

"His real name is kinda long," I told her with a shrug, but then her
eyes got really big as she saw him.

"Hello," he said, tilting his head and looking handsome as ever.

Esyaseyayas had pale blue skin and silver hair and luscious pink lips,
and...Yeah. I thought he looked amazing and my heart always went a
little quicker when I saw him. Marcia's too, I'd imagine, and she
looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to jump off the bed and
hide behind it, or just jump on him.

"Wow," she whispered and I nodded in agreement.

"Stand up, please," he said. "Lift your arms...turn your hips to the
left...right...bend over and touch your toes..."

Marcia did all that silently while we watched and she never took her
eyes off him.

"Stand on one leg for me."

"Why?" she finally asked, smiling self-consciously as she balanced on
her right foot.

"No reason," Dr. Yes said with a small, innocent shrug. "I just wanted
to see you smile. You can put your leg down."

"Thanks." Marcia gave him a small pout, but couldn't help smiling at
him. "Am I okay?"

"You're perfectly healthy now," he told her. "We had to put you on a
high protein diet to stimulate your heart development, of course. And
you were exercised rather vigorously, I'm afraid. We didn't want your
muscles to atrophy and your new heart required physical exertion to
develop fully, so you lost some weight."

"Yeah," she replied, looking down again. "I noticed."

"Your body fat percentage decreased significantly," he continued.
"That couldn't be helped, but I promise you'll be able to replace the
fatty tissue in no time. I can have Seyasesa work up a diet to get you
back into shape and..."

"What?" Marcia narrowed her eyes. "You want me to get fat again?"

"Well..." Dr. Yes looked at me and I shrugged.

"I look great!" she told him. "Don't I? God! This is amazing! I've got
abs! Look at me!"

Marcia did have abs, like a sexy six-pack beneath her flat tummy. She
had smooth hips and creamy thighs, a slender waist and even her tits
looked firm now. She didn't have any flab at all, not like before when
she'd had that jelly roll around her belly. She'd never been an ugly
girl, nobody could honestly say that about Marcia; she'd only been
overweight and now she looked sorta like a fitness model. I guess a
month of intravenous protein shakes and a hospital bed that could make
her exercise in her sleep had been just what she needed.

"I'm never gonna get fat again," she told the doctor. "No way! I'm hot
now."

"Are you?" Dr. Yes touched her forehead with his hand.

"She means she looks good," I told him with a grin.

"How's my butt look?" Marcia turned around. "Is it awesome?"

"Ummm...Yeah." I nodded, and it did look round and firm and tight, but
not as perfect as Srah's. I hadn't figured out how to tell Marcia
about her yet.

"What do you think?" she asked Dr. Yes, smiling at him over her
shoulder. "Do you like my butt?"

"I'm your doctor," he replied. "I like you very much."

"Really?" Marcia bit her bottom lip and leaned on the bed, wagging her
ass like a bitch. "Maybe you should check it for me."

"I assure you..." he started saying, but I shook my head.

"Just check her out," I whispered. "She's kind of a nymphomaniac."

"Is she?" Dr. Yes blinked his dark eyes. "Diagnosed?"

"Uhhh..." I shrugged.

"Is she getting treatment for her condition?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Marcia wondered with an impatient
giggle, spreading her legs slightly and I could see her pussy already
moist. She even looked a little smaller down there, her vulva not
quite as fat and puffy as I remembered.

"She's asking for treatment," I told him with a grin. "You know what I
mean?"

"He's not a fag, is he?" Marcia asked suddenly, narrowing her eyes at
me and clearly not liking all that whispering we were doing.

"I don't think so," I replied. "But he did kinda suck me off once."

"Kinda?" She really frowned at that, but thankfully Dr. Yes could take
a hint and he'd already opened his trousers.

One thing about those blue aliens, they weren't shy! They weren't
quite as aggressive as Srah maybe, or Marcia for that matter, but
having sex didn't seem to faze them one bit. I wondered if all the
aliens were like that, but I knew they weren't. Ellicent, for example,
was probably the most beautiful woman on the whole ship, and I hadn't
seen her have sex with anyone. She didn't even flirt with anyone! Most
of the others were the same way, just doing their jobs and being
normal, whatever that means, but the blue ones...

"Wow!" I blinked at his huge, blue cock. "You've got a big dick."

"Jesus!" Marcia licked her lips. "It's bigger than Mr. Moore's, I
think."

"That's nice of you to say," Dr. Yes said to me with a smile, stroking
what had to be ten inches of thick, pale blue penis. "But I'm only
average."

"Heh!" I grinned at him and thought he had to be kidding.

"A lot of men are much bigger than me," he admitted with a shrug,
peeling the foreskin back to reveal a smooth glans as pink as his
lips.

"Not where I come from," I told him seriously, feeling my own modest
penis aching beneath my emerald green robe.

"Put it inside me," Marcia breathed, and she'd reached between her
thighs to massage her pussy. "Fuck me with that thing!"

She hadn't had sex in a month, but even so, I suspected Marcia would
have practically raped the guy after seeing his dick. Her knees
weakened as she slipped a finger between her labia, fingering her hole
as the doctor stepped closer. I had to move just so I could get a
decent view and I wondered how big the guy's balls might be.

"Hmmmm..." Marcia nodded, drawing a ragged breath as Dr. Yes rubbed the
head of his cock up and down her juicy slit.

"How long have you been a nymphomaniac?" he asked and that made her
giggle.

"Since I hit fourth grade," she replied with a giggle and then made a
face at him. "Fuck me! Don't tease me!"

"It's a treatable condition," he told her, pulling his penis away as
Marcia pushed herself back.

"Hey!" She frowned over her shoulder. "I don't want to be cured, I
just want to fuck. Okay?"

"You gotta relax," I told her with a grin. "He just wants to help."

"He can help me by...Ohhhhh my God!" Marcia gasped as Dr. Yes pushed his
cock inside her pussy with one quick thrust.

"Ouch!" I winced in sympathy as her labia were turned inward,
disappearing completely along with ten inches of seriously fat alien
penis.

"Mmmmm..." he sounded surprised. "You're smaller inside than I
expected."

"Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Fuck me!" Marcia went a little nuts, panting the
words as she rocked her hips and rolled her ass, grinding her cunt
around the huge cock inside her.

She wasn't cumming yet, I didn't think, but her orgasm couldn't be
very far away. The doctor held her by the hips and pumped Marcia's
pussy like a machine, pulling half his dick free of her clasping hole
and then driving it back home with a dull whumph! sound. They looked
sexy as heck fucking like that and she kept begging for more, gasping
loudly and pushing against the bed to drive herself onto him.

I'd pulled my robe open, or upward, I should say, draping it over my
left shoulder so I could jerk off. I almost wished I'd brought Srah
with me, but I'd figured it would be best to speak with Marcia alone
at first. I hadn't really expected her to come out of a coma and be
horny right away, but I should have. When I'd woken up, Dr. Yes had
given me a blowjob and I thought about getting on the bed so Marcia
could suck me off. At least that might shut her up. We were in a
hospital after all and she was practically yelling.

"Yeah! Uh-huh! Fuck me! Oh! You blue fucker! Fuck my pussy! I wanna
cum! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Harder! Fuck me!"

"Allow me," Nurse Seyasesa whispered and I barely heard her as she
knelt on the floor in front of me.

I dug my fingers into her fine silver hair, pulling the girl's warm,
wet mouth onto my dick with a sigh. I sorta wished I had a hot blue
guy sucking me off instead, but getting a blowjob from a girl didn't
make me a heterosexual anyway. She liked to finger my ass too and I'd
gotten head from her several times before when I'd come to visit
Marcia. I'd sit in a chair by her bed and Seyasesa would kneel at my
feet, nursing on my cock while I waited for my best friend to get
better.

Now she sucked me off again, dressed in her white tunic and trousers,
looking so serious and professional. Seyasesa was very pretty, I had
to admit that, and if I'd been a normal boy I would have fucked her
probably. I honestly didn't think she'd mind, but getting a blowjob
was quite enough for me and I kept my eyes on Dr. Yes anyway. I liked
to remember the way he'd gone down on my dick and swallowed my cum
less than a week before.

He'd slid his hands beneath Marcia's flushed body, finding her large,
firm tits as they hung beneath her. I could see him pinching her
nipples, tugging on the swollen flesh as if milking a cow. She'd
always had large breasts and I'd never found them especially
attractive, but I liked the way Dr. Yes played with them and I wished
he'd do that with me sometimes. Fucking my ass and pulling my nipples,
making me squirt boy cum all over his nice clean hospital.

"Oh!" I gasped as I came unexpectedly, spurting into Seyasesa's mouth
and then on her pretty, blue face.

She'd pulled my dick from her lips and held me in her hand, jerking me
off as my semen landed on her cheeks and forehead, on her pert,
upturned nose and tapered chin. Why she liked that, I had no idea, but
every time she made me cum, she always wanted it on her face. When my
orgasm slowed and finally died, she took me back into her mouth and
washed me clean. She swallowed quickly and even licked my balls. She
pulled her finger out of my asshole and sucked on it as she stood up
slowly.

"Thanks," I breathed as she pulled her finger from her lips with a
soft pop!

"You're welcome," she said, offering me her wet finger and I guess
that was like a little kiss. I sucked on it for a moment and then she
walked away, smiling over her shoulder with my cum dripping from her
chin, and disappearing into the darkness.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I'm still totally full of cum!" Marcia said with a happy grimace,
walking bowlegged in the plain white shift Nurse Seyasesa had found
for her.

"Don't make a mess," I teased, looking behind us as if I'd see a trail
of lavender cum behind us.

That's the color of blue alien semen, lavender, but it tasted like
saltwater. Like the ocean kind of, and it wasn't very thick or even
gooey. I'd found it a little disappointing when I'd gone down on
Marcia and sucked the cum out of her well-fucked pussy. He'd stretched
the girl out with his huge dick and when she sat on my face it had
been like pouring a bucket on me. A bucket of seawater complete with
Marcia's oily, tuna flavored juices. I wasn't sure I'd go down on her
if she ever fucked Dr. Yes again in the future, but I'd made her cum
and she'd liked that, so...I probably would. I just wished his cum had a
little more substance to it, you know?

It didn't really stick to my ribs the way Srah's did.

"God! He put a lot in me!" Marcia giggled. "It's running down my
legs."

"You can take a bath in my room."

"You have your own room? Oh!" She blinked as we left the empty
hospital corridor and entered a much busier one.

"Think of it like being in a city," I told her. "This is one of the
main streets."

"They're all...aliens!" she said, frozen and looking around as the other
people, the aliens, looked at us.

"Yeah," I agreed, reaching for her hand. "They're friendly though.
It's okay."

"Why are they bowing?" she wondered, because everyone who passed me
would dip their heads.

"Because I'm wearing a robe," I said, and there was much more to it
than that, but I didn't even know how to start explaining.

"I noticed." Marcia smiled as we started walking again. "What does
that mean? How come I don't get one?"

"Ummm..."

"Where are we anyway? Are they taking us to their planet? Does anybody
know they're here? What do they want?"

"Uh, well..."

"God! I wish I had my camera! My dad's never gonna believe this! Oh
shit! Mom's gonna kill me! Where's her car? Where's my purse?"

"They didn't..."

"Where are we going? I need a bathroom. What a mess. Do I look okay?
He's cute! God! Some of these alien guys are sexy as hell! Did you
fuck an alien yet?"

"Um, sorta..."

"This is so cool! Look at me! The alien diet! Fuck! I can't believe
how good I look! You think I can be the prom queen now? Billy's gonna
be so sorry for all the crap he did to me!"

"Yeah, uh..."

"He's gonna beg me to go out with him and I'm just gonna laugh in his
face! Maybe I'll give him a sympathy fuck, you know? But only one!
We're gonna get a hot boyfriend now, faggot! Me and you!"

Marcia had been in a coma for more than a month, so I didn't blame her
for being talkative. In fact, I'd kind of missed the way she'd say
whatever happened to pop into her head. She seemed even less shocked
by waking up on an alien spaceship than I'd been, or maybe she just
had a different way of dealing with it.

We got in one of the elevators and she barely noticed as an alien
tilted his head, offering me a small bow.

"Hi," Marcia said with a smile and he reminded me of a cat more than
anything else. "Do you speak English?"

"Grrrr..." he replied, but in a friendly way and his tail twitched.

"Earthling?" she asked, tapping her breasts. "Girl? Do you like earth
girls?"

His eyes were bright yellow slits above a small nose and pouting mouth
on a white face, but he had a black body and it was covered with short
fur, soft looking and shiny. He had hands instead of paws though, and
human features despite the long, white whiskers growing past his
pointed ears. I'd never seen a cat alien before and he wore a military
uniform, royal blue and I'd seen those before, but I didn't know his
rank or anything.

"You're kinda cute," Marcia told him, ignoring my elbow as I poked
her. "Do you like boys?"

"He doesn't understand you," I said softly.

"Faggot?" She pointed at me and then pushed her tongue against her
cheek, pumping her fist in front of her mouth.

"Marcia!" I made a face and she giggled and the alien's whiskers
twitched as he looked me up and down.

"Me and him?" she asked, wagging her finger between us. "We'll both
fuck you. Okay? Threesome?"

He smiled, showing off a mouthful of small, pointed teeth, but that's
all he did. The elevator came to a stop and I pulled Marcia along
behind me.

"Bye!" she called out, waving her fingers over her shoulder.

"You're gonna get us in trouble," I told her.

"Oh, relax!" She giggled. "He didn't understand a word I said."

"Yeah, but..."

"Too bad too," Marcia sighed. "He was seriously cute. Did you see his
tail?"

"Uh-huh."

"I bet it would feel so nice cuddled up with a warm, furry man and
feeling his tail rubbing my butt."

"Your butt?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, something else would be rubbing my pussy!"

"Oh." I stopped and so did Marcia and the guards tended to make me
sorta nervous. I always expected them to say something, but they never
even looked at me.

"Who are these guys?"

"Janissaries," I told her. "Look, um...You gotta be really serious here.
Okay?"

"Where are we?" Marcia narrowed her eyes.

"I call it the castle," I told her. "This is where the Duchess lives."

"What duchess?"

"The one who rules earth now," I said and then made a face. "It's
complicated, okay? Just don't say anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Especially to Ellicent."

"Who's Ellicent?"

"I think she kills people," I said. "Like...for fun."

"Huh?" Marcia blinked at me.

I started walking towards the archway and then stopped again.

"Oh! And when you meet Christian? He's married to the Duchess, so you
gotta kinda bite your knuckles when you see him."

"Why?"

"Because he's totally hot!" I told her with a grin. "He's queer too,
so..."

"Why is he married to a duchess then?"

"Cause she used to be a boy," I said. "Never mind. Just...Don't pinch
his butt or anything."

"You slut!" Marcia grinned back at me. "You fucked him?"

"Well...Not yet, but I think he likes me, so..."

"Oh! You just don't want me fucking him."

"What? No!" I frowned. "I don't want you to make Ellicent mad."

"I thought you said this guy's married to the Duchess?"

"He is! But Ellicent is her best friend, and..."

"And she kills people." Marcia nodded. "I got that part."

"Good." I stared at her and licked my lips.

"Okay."

"Yeah, um...Maybe we shouldn't go in."

"You wanna go to your place?"

"This is my place," I said. "Okay, um...be nice."

"I'm always nice!" Marcia rolled her eyes. "Jeeze! You're acting so
weird."

"Sorry." I just didn't want Marcia to ruin it for me, that's all. I'd
finally found someplace where I felt like I almost belonged and I felt
afraid that something would happen and I'd lose it.

"I'm staying with you anyway, right?" she asked and I hadn't really
thought about it.

"Ummm..."

"What's that mean?" She narrowed her eyes and then widened them. "You
got a boyfriend?"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"And you didn't even tell me?" Marcia shook her head. "I'm not gonna
be jealous. Does he like girls too? Is he cute? Does he have a big
dick? What's his name?"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Srah," I said, unable to do anything but smile at the sexy, bald
alien as we walked into my room.

That's how I'd come to think of it anyway, the room with the pillars
arranged in a circle. It was part of the royal apartments, where Talis
lived along with Christian, Ellicent, and too many others for me to
keep track of. All the Ministers lived there, all the important
advisors, and their households. The Duchess had a half-dozen cousins,
aliens like Talis who lived inside a host, and I rarely saw them. In
fact, I didn't see much of anyone because they were all much too busy
with conquering Earth to be holding my hand.

"I've prepared your bath," Srah said with a smile of her own and then
she saw Marcia and blinked.

"Who's that?" Marcia wondered. "She's bald!"

"You have another servant?" Srah frowned. "Have I displeased you?"

"What?" I frowned too. "No. This is..."

"Who's another servant?" Marcia frowned too, taking in the girl's
beautiful face and especially her ripe, pointy tits as they were
obvious beneath her white shift.

"You're not going to replace me?" Srah asked.

"No way!" I made a face. "Why would I do that?"

"She's your own kind," Srah said, looking Marcia up and down. "Am I
still your mistress?"

"Well..." I shrugged, not understanding what that meant exactly.
"Yeah. I think so. Sure."

"Is she talking about me?" Marcia crossed her arms and pursed her
lips.

"Kinda," I said, wondering why I thought this would be a good idea.

"Good!" Srah smiled at me and then looked at Marcia. "She's not very
attractive, is she? I hope you didn't pay too much."

"Excuse me?" Marcia's eyes got big.

"You should have let me help you pick one out," Srah continued. "What
does she do?"

"I do whatever I want!" Marcia said. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Srah," she said, stepping forward before I even knew what was
happening.

SLAP! She smacked Marcia right across the mouth.

"And I'm the Mistress of this household," Srah said. "Don't ever speak
to me like that again. Understand?"

"Ow!" Marcia's eyes had grown wet and she rubbed her cheek. For just a
second there I thought she'd probably want to hit Srah back, but she
didn't.

"Get on your knees," Srah commanded, pointing at the floor and Marcia
did it! "Now kiss my feet."

"Srah..." I said slowly.

"She has to learn her place," she told me, smiling with grim
satisfaction as Marcia bent over.

"Okay." I swallowed hard and I felt really confused as Marcia kissed
the tops of Srah's small, brown feet.

"Higher," Srah said. "Kiss my thighs."

"Alright," Marcia breathed and her face had turned pink as she pushed
herself upward.

Srah lifted the hem of her shift so that Marcia could kiss her
incredibly smooth, brown thighs. She pulled it upward a little more,
exposing her flaccid penis.

"Kiss me there," Srah commanded. "No! Pull the skin back, you stupid
girl. Kiss the tip...Use your tongue."

Marcia had hesitated for a second, blinking with surprise at the sexy
brown cock hanging in front of her face, but only for a second. I
watched her peel the foreskin back, exposing the glans and kissing it
with her lips first and then using her tongue to wash the sensitive
flesh.

"Suck on it," Srah demanded. "Take me into your mouth, girl. Deeper.
You're the worst cocksucker in the galaxy!"

"Ummph..." Marcia whimpered softly as the penis in her mouth began to
grow stiff, getting longer and thicker until she began bobbing up and
down in earnest.

"That's enough! You need a lot of practice," Srah said, reaching down
to pull her cock free with a wet plop and began slapping Marcia's pink
face with it.

"I'm sorry," she breathed.

"Shut-up!" Srah grabbed a fistful of Marcia's hair, tilting her face
upward. "Lick my pussy now; see if you can at least do that much
correctly."

For some reason, watching Srah's cock sliding across Marcia's face
kind of turned me on. The foreskin had been pulled back completely and
golden precum leaked onto Marcia's forehead and into her brown hair as
she worked her tongue inside the alien's dripping vagina. The way Srah
used the girl, the way she talked to Marcia and insulted her, it
reminded me of Billy and the other guys back home.

Maybe that's why Marcia didn't fight it, I wasn't sure. I knew in my
gut that if Srah or anyone else treated me like that, I wouldn't have
resisted. I'd have given into her just as easily as Marcia because
that's how we'd been taught. It still surprised me to see Srah acting
like that, however; she'd always been so gentle, almost meek with me.
But I owned her too, so...Could I own Marcia? Srah thought so and I had
to think on that for awhile just because it all seemed sorta crazy.

"You've got a lot to learn." Srah pushed her away. "The bath is cold
now. Refill it. Your Master is losing his patience and I'm not going
to be punished for your stupidity."

Marcia looked at the large, marble pool in the center of the room and
it didn't have any faucets. It didn't even have a drain, only steps
leading into the water. She didn't have a clue, but Srah either didn't
care or probably just didn't notice as she turned to me, sliding her
hands over my shoulders and pressing her body against mine.

"Don't worry," Srah told me with a smile. "I'll train her for you. Did
you give her a name yet?"

"Um...Marcia," I said, putting my hands on her hips. I wondered if she'd
have a meltdown if I told her Marcia wasn't a servant at all, but my
girlfriend.

"Hmmm..." Srah pursed her lips, glancing over her shoulder as Marcia
remained on her knees watching us. "Does she have a penis?"

"No," I replied with a grin, feeling her erection pressing against
mine with only my green robe between us.

"She's got a weak mind though. Are you going to breed her?"

"Uh..." I narrowed my eyes.

"She looks like a breeder anyway." Srah shrugged "Except she's too
thin. You should fatten her up."

"What?" Marcia asked.

"Don't speak!" Srah frowned at the girl and Marcia dropped her eyes
submissively. "I told you to prepare a new bath. Are you lazy as well
as stupid?"

"N-No..." Marcia shook her head, staring down at the floor.

"You should be happy to have such a kind Master."

"Um..." I thought I should say something about that, but Srah didn't
give me a chance.

"If it was up to me, I'd have you whipped for your insolence!"

"Whipped?" I blinked at her.

"I'm sorry," Marcia whispered, trembling and maybe even crying.

"Look at you! Where is your Master going to find a bull willing to
breed with a skinny bag of bones like you?"

"Earth girls like to be skinny," I said slowly. "So, I don't think
she's gonna, um...breed or whatever."

"A concubine?" Srah giggled. "I thought you'd want boys in your
harem."

"I can have a harem?"

"Of course!" Srah smiled at me, looking surprised that I wouldn't know
that. "You should talk to Ellicent; she has a fine collection of
males."

"Really?"

"Oh yes," she said with a serious nod. "You should find out who her
buyer is, the commission might be a little high, but..."

"Srah?" Marcia said in a soft, hesitating voice.

"What is it now?"

"How do I fill the, um...bathtub?"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Why didn't you tell me you're my Master?" Marcia asked, breathing the
words into my ear so she wouldn't wake Srah.

"I'm not," I whispered back, shifting my hips as I felt the alien's
soft, sticky penis pressing against my butt.

Srah's tits pressed against my back as she hugged me possessively in
her sleep. She had her face pressed into my hair as we lay on our
sides. In front of me, Marcia lay on her side as well, pushing her
breasts to my chest and hugging me as well. Srah had fucked my ass
while I'd fucked Marcia's pussy and that had been only slightly
awkward. Enthusiasm counted for a lot and I liked being in the middle
of a sex sandwich, trapped between two hot, female bodies. I only
wished Marcia had a cock. That would have made it perfect.

"But Srah said..."

"It's because of your robe," I said. "The simple white ones are for
servants."

"Oh."

"I guess she saw it and just assumed..." I shrugged. "Sorry. I didn't
know she could be so mean."

"I liked it," Marcia told me with a smile. "God! When she slapped me,
I felt like I was gonna cum or something."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's like Billy, only..."

"Only what?"

"...better," Marcia whispered happily. "She wants to shave my head."

"She does?"

"My whole body. Do you want me to?"

"It's not up to me," I said with a smile.

"What if it was though?" she asked slowly. "What if, um...you really
owned me?"

"I don't want to own anybody, Marcia."

"Why not? You own Srah, you could own me too." She smiled and bit her
bottom lip. "You could breed me if you wanted or..."

"I don't even know what that means," I sighed, sliding my hand over
her slender hip. "You're too skinny for it anyway."

"I'm hot and you know it!" Marcia stuck her tongue out at me and I
licked it quickly.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You're okay for a girl, I guess."

"Faggot."

"Slut."

"Own me," she breathed, touching my lips with hers while she spoke.
"Make me your sex slave."

"Marcia..."

"Master..."

And then we were kissing and I totally forgot that kissing a girl
wasn't supposed to make my dick hard. Except Marcia wasn't just a girl
anymore, she was my slave and I really hoped the Duchess would let me
keep her! Otherwise Marcia would have to go back to earth and I knew
she wouldn't be happy there, not after what she'd experienced here.

Srah had solved our problems without even realizing it and I thought
it had to be fate.


end 07

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