Inspector Chalmers had settled into his routine.  The SuperShip was on its second day in the wormhole, and everything had been pretty quiet and routine.  It was going to be a boring voyage.  The inspector was also sporting the beginnings of a nice beard, which he would shave off once the ship re-entered normal space.

Chalmers went back to his quarters after dinner.  He poured himself his favorite drink, which happened to be water, and opened up a folder entitled "Maria" on his computer.  He had one more entry to read in her journal.  He would read the last entry, proof and edit it, and then encrypt the folder.  When the ship left the wormhole, he would send the entire encrypted folder back to TransStar.  He hoped there would be more journal entries forthcoming.  He wanted to see Maria's story through her eyes.  And so far, it had not been pretty.  He opened up the third and final entry and began to read.

College

"I arrived at school and was shown, by the dean, to a small one-bedroom apartment in one block from campus. This was to be my residence during my four years at the school.  The efficiency apartment was tiny but comfortable and clean.  The dean said that I would be given a week to get settled.  As the apartment was furnished, all I had to do was add some of my own personal touches.  I added some flowers and two small watercolors, thanks to my Dad's credit card, and set about exploring the small town and the campus.  When the week ended, I began work.

"I would not have any summer classes.  I was to work about thirty hours a week, primarily in the library, doing whatever tasks were required.  The job was pretty simple.  Really, it was quite a no-brainer, consisting of simple filing and cataloging of books, and also running some computer maintenance programs.  When my library work was done, I was to report to the Dean's office to perform any clerical work that he may have had for me.  All in all, it helped me pass the time.  The music practice rooms were made available for me.  I would start my classes in the fall term.

"Now, all of this was pretty easy.  I had a lot of free time, made some friends who were taking summer courses, and got to spend a bit of time at the pool.  I was relaxing and enjoying myself, putting the bad feelings of the past behind me.  My job was made unbelievably easy by the fact that the head librarian was away, and would not be back until one week before the start of the term.  I relaxed, practiced my music, partied a little, and made friends.  And, curiously enough, I had stopped masturbating.

"Well, I got quite a shock when the head librarian returned.  He was a cyborg!  Cyborgs were rare in normal life, usually doing special jobs.  The librarian had been injured and crippled in a small war in the Vega system.  TransStar had paid for the man to be cyborged, educated, and then got him this job.  He settled in and was excellent with his work.  He was about thirty-five standard years, brown-haired, fair skinned, handsome in a rugged sort of way, perfectly charming, and was completely mechanized from the waist down. 
 
"Let me elaborate on the mechanical part.  His legs and lower body had evidently been damaged beyond repair during the war.  The doctors had fitted him with an attached wheelchair, self-powered, just above his waist.  He maneuvered it with his mind, just as one would walk.  It also appeared that he had several places where he could plug things into his wheelchair.  Three appeared to be attachments for electrical connections and the two appeared to be plumbing sockets.  I assumed they were for recharging the power supply and taking care of personal functions. And he moved around campus and the library with the greatest of ease.

"I had thought all of my negative experiences with cyborgs were behind me.  I was wrong.  The very second that I saw him, I became tingly all over, and became very, very wet. I was quite hot for him.  When I got home, I emailed the psychologist who had been so helpful to me.  She informed me that this was normal, and I should go with the flow.

"The librarian, who shall remain nameless because I do not wish to jeopardize his position (he is a war veteran, after all,) began to flirt with me more and more.  I began to feel myself responding.  I liked his attentions, and responded.  I also began to masturbate again, using my toys.  I didn't worry about it; the psychologist had said to just take things as they came.

"Well, the simple library job began to heat up a bit.  The librarian began to pat, and then smack, my backside.  I enjoyed this, even though I did not think it was proper. And, to make matters worse, I could not hide my enjoyment.  When he began to actually fondle my bottom, I thought that I would lose control.  One day, when I had a skirt on, he tickled my thighs.  Even though I liked it, I felt that enough was enough.  I decided to contact the dean.

"The dean arranged a meeting for me in his office.  The meeting included myself, the dean, the dean's secretary, and a lawyer from the law firm representing the college.  I was bluntly informed that my free housing and education would be provided as long as I was willing to service the librarian.  In short, I had to provide him with sexual services.  If I refused, I would immediately be billed as a normal student.  I was also informed that I did not have to do my regular job if I chose not to.  My primary function was to service the librarian in a sexual manner.  When I attempted to protest, I was told that I should have read the fine print.

"I did not get angry, instead, I became confused about the whole affair.  I went home and emailed the psychologist.   After a day or two, I received an answer.  The psychologist informed me that yes, this was the case.  My parents should have taken the contract to a lawyer and had it reviewed.  Now I knew why my parents were so happy at my leaving!  The psychologist also told me that this was standard practice for girls who seemed to enjoy the attentions of this kind of creature, which I had proven to be.

"I was both angry and indignant.  I was to be a whore for my education.  And my parents probably knew and approved.  Well, so be it.  I would break all contact with the psychologist, service this cyborg, get my education, and make a life for myself.  And, since I did enjoy my rape, I was determined to enjoy the remainder of my education at this college.  I would become an `alien fucker,' and society could be damned!

"Well, the next time I went to work at the library, I wore the shortest and tightest skirt I had.  I had on a sheer, tight blouse, heels, and underneath, matching black bra and panties.  One could see my bra through the sheer blouse.  But I did not act slutty.  I simple went about my job normally.  The librarian noticed, and I was quite certain that he approved.  As it was a weeknight, the library closed at ten.  The librarian asked me if I would come to his office at 9:30.

"I entered the office, and the librarian indicated a chair where I was to sit.  I sat and crossed my legs.  I didn't quite realize how short the skirt was; he had a clean view of my panties.  He calmly wheeled over to me and began to chat with me in a normal tone of voice.  And, of course, I was tingly all over and quite wet.  I was having trouble controlling myself.

"Well, as we chatted, he began to caress my thighs.  He informed me that he had read my file, all the while tickling my thighs.  I uncrossed my legs and parted them a bit.  He began tickling near the top of my thighs, and I was really beginning to melt.  All the while he tickled and stroked he continued to talk.  He said he had not had a girl in a long time.  He also informed me that he liked to go slowly with his girls, and would not be rough like the rape.  As he described his preferences, he unbuttoned my blouse and began to play with my nipples and breasts. 
 
"At this point, I would not have cared if he had told me to fuck a horse.  I was going out of my mind.  He said he liked his girls to be naked in his presence, but he would not humiliate me.  And then he ordered me to stand up and undress; he wanted to get a good look at me.  It took me about two seconds to stand up and strip.  I slowly turned for him, letting him get a good look at me.  Then he asked me to get him some wine, which he kept in a cabinet at the back of his office.  I obliged.  He was teasing me, and I knew it.  He was slowly going to drive me crazy, and he knew that.  I wanted nothing more to see what he was going to put inside of me, and then to enjoy it.  I was wet and swollen and ready.

"Well, after I gave him the wine, he had me remain standing, and he continued his exploration.  Some fanny smacks, followed by caresses and general touching was next.  He had me part my legs a bit, and he inserted a finger in my anus, which brought a huge gasp and a rise to tiptoes on my part.  I was in heaven, and he was taking notes.  He fingered my ass for a while, which got me shaking, and then yanked his finger out and had me turn and face him.

"Next he went on to some nipple play, pinching and tweaking.  I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed.  I had always liked having someone play with my breast and nipples.  He continued with the nipple and breast play, and then began to tease my mound with his other hand.

"Now, at this point, I started to beg for release.  But the librarian was not quite finished teasing.  He stopped playing with my breasts, and began to sip his wine, his other hand inserting some fingers and going to work.  He teased and explored inside of me.  Throughout his playing, I shivered and shook like a leaf in the wind, panting and shaking.  The librarian was trying to see just how much I could take.  I think he knew I could take a lot.  What I didn't know was just how much.

"He teased a bit more, set his wine down, and then finished me off with both hands working between my legs.  When I climaxed, it was intense and long.  I collapsed to the floor on all fours, panting and out of breath.  The librarian merely sipped his wine and smiled.

"After I recovered, I sat on the floor, nude, in front of him.  He informed me that when we were together, I was to be nude and available always.  That was not a problem!  He then wheeled over to his desk, where he said he would email me with directions to his home.  I was to come and visit this weekend.  He also wrote me a check.  I was instructed to go to this doctor, who was a friend of his, and have my pubic hair removed.  The only hair the librarian wanted on me was on my head.  If the money were not enough, the doctor would bill him.  I had no problem with that.

"We made some small talk, while I sat beside him.  He played with my nipples a bit while we chatted, which caused me to get mildly aroused.  And then he told me to dress and leave.

"When I got home, I realized I would do anything any cyborg, alien, or mutant requested of me.  I took a shower and went to bed."


Inspector Chalmers closed the file and pushed his chair away from his computer.  He rubbed his eyes.  He had become somewhat aroused during his reading of the journal.  This, as Dr. Hamlyn had explained, was to be expected.  There was some interaction between the sperm of these creatures and certain women's body chemistry, which led them to change and become breeding women.  TransStar had researched it but had not found anything significant.  The only conclusion the scientific community had found was that breeders had a large sex drive prior to their alien encounter.

Chalmers rubbed his eyes again, stood up, and stretched.  He would proof and edit this, and then he would be done until TransStar sent him more.  He had a feeling it was going to get more and more interesting.

 
