Dear Board,
Hi! A bit of an explanation: I have not been on the board in any significant way for a while because of work-related issues that have sapped most of my energy and attention. I still have to finish the "Libby in the Lost World" story and I am working on another Muuta story. I am also working with Ragnar0k on a sequel to "Queens of Antiquity" and that is, to be honest, my major priority.
However, today, I was struck by a bit of inspiration and I decided to go with it. I started on an outline of this story a few months ago and today it just started to come together.
Anyway, this chapter is the first part of a longer story. This is very much a teaser. Not much happens, but it sets the scenario for what will be coming. I don't know how long this story will be and I could take it in directions that make it much longer than I am currently planning. Right now, however, it is meant to be relatively short (at least for me) - no more than 20 or 30 pages. But we'll see how it goes.
Again, this is just a teaser. I don't know when I will get around to the next chapters, but I hope people find this fun and are interested in getting more.
This is, tangentially, part of my "Space" series, for obvious reasons. Right now, the story uses all new characters, but I might bring some characters from past "Space" stories into play, at some point. Again, I'll just need to see how things develop.
Thanks,
JB
Earth Girls are Easy- Part I
Anita slowly returned to consciousness. Her head felt a bit fuzzy and her sense of balance seemed off. She sensed that she was not in her own bedroom. She opened her eyes slowly. She was lying on a soft surface in some place very unfamiliar. The space she was in glowed in a kind of pinkish light that seemed to emanate from the skin of the entire room, from the ceiling, floor and walls, but the entire structure was curved around her, like a kind of cocoon. She guessed the color was meant to calm her. She did feel calm, which surprised her. She had no idea of where she was or how she got there. Her last memory was of walking home after a night of clubbing. She remembered walking down the street, and then her mind went blank.
She was covered in a very thin but comfortable sheet. She realized that she was completely nude under the sheet. She sat up and looked around. The space was devoid of any furniture. Even the bed she was lying on was an extension of the wall, a curved, almost organic protrusion. She looked more closely and saw that a neatly folded piece of cloth was sitting on a ledge that extended from the wall a few meters away.
Carefully, Anita sat up and swung her bare feet onto the floor. She stood, completely naked. She could have wrapped the bedsheet around her nude body, but she was completely comfortable with her nakedness. Anita was a specimen of physical perfection. She was almost 1.83 meters tall. Her massive, double E breasts were taut, firm and perfectly shaped. They hung proud and unsupported on her chest. Perfectly shaped, thick brown nipples jutted from half-dollar sized areola. Her narrow waist curved into extravagant hips. Her round, tight ass rippled with each step. Her long, muscular legs tapered down to perfectly shaped feet. Her beautifully defined abdomen rippled and was indented by a deep, narrow slit of a navel. Her skin was a glowing, unbroken caramel. A rich, thick mane of lustrous brown hair hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were an emerald green, adding even more to her exotic beauty.
Anita was proud of her incredible body. She made her living using it and putting it on display as a nude model, but she was a highly intelligent woman. She had an advanced degree in engineering and a lifelong interest in science. She evaluated the room around her as dispassionately as possible.
Anita padded across the soft floor to the ledge and picked up the cloth. It was a single-piece garment, a short, sleeveless tunic. She slipped it onto her body. The hem of the tunic fell just far enough to reach the top of her thighs and provide some cover to her bare, shaved pussy. It was loose-fitting and completely covered her chest but did not restrain her bulging tits. It hung enticingly from her curvaceous hips.
Anita examined the room. There were no doors or windows. The material from which the room was constructed felt warm and slick and had an organic feel, though it was clearly artificial. She realized that there was apparently nothing in the room equivalent to a bathroom and she wondered where she was supposed to go to relieve herself and wash.
Just as this thought occurred to her, one wall of the room suddenly became transparent. On the other side were four strange figures. They were small, no more than a meter or so tall, and all dressed in a material similar to Anita’s tunic. Their uniforms seemed skintight. The beings’ heads were oblong and over-large for their small bodies. Their eyes were oval, black mirrors and set at an angle away from the double slits of their noses. They were humanoid in basic shape, with two arms and legs, but Anita saw that they had three highly flexible fingers on each hand.
Anita’s mind raced. She dismissed the idea that she was the victim of an elaborate prank almost immediately. Everything she had seen and felt, so far, appeared very real. As incredible as it seemed, she realized that she was the victim of an alien abduction.
Anita stared at the aliens. They stared at her. She assumed they were communicating to each other telepathically but, so far, they had made no effort to communicate with her. She walked up to the transparent wall.
“Please let me go,” she said calmly. “I don’t know what you want with me, but I don’t want to be here. Please let me go.”
The aliens seemed to respond as frantic head movements and gestures towards each other followed her words. Then the wall became opaque once more.
Anita sighed. She walked around the room some more, then returned to the bed. She wondered if they were going to experiment on her. In the stories of alien abductions she had heard about, the victims were subjected to all manner of intrusive tests before they were set free. So far, her experience did not seem to be following that pattern, but that might just be a matter of time.
She felt the urge to pee, her body’s response to the unexpected situation. In the far corner of her cell, a sudden swirl of motion attracted her attention. Something that was clearly meant to be toilet emerged from the floor. Anita walked over cautiously. She squatted over the toilet and relieved herself. She thought about washing her hands. Another swirl of motion and a basin sink extended from the floor. After she washed her hands, she thought about wanting to shower. A tube-shaped, closet-sized structure materialized from the floor, sporting what was clearly a shower arm and head. The room was attuned to looking after her needs. All she needed to do was think clearly about what she wanted.
Anita concentrated on food. A pedestal gracefully grew out of the floor on the other side of the cell. Its head was formed into a bowl that contained a number of tablets. She took one and examined it. It was a nondescript round pill, about the size of a smartie. She considered it for a moment then popped it in her mouth. It dissolved quickly and Anita was struck with a surge of energy. It was remarkable, almost intoxicating in its intensity., Anita realized that she did not feel hungry, though she also did not feel uncomfortably full, either.
Anita practiced arranging the room, using her mind to make the room form tables, chairs, couches. She raised a large bed out of the floor and even created a floor lamp and a table to put beside the bed. She concentrated on getting rid of the organic bed she had awoken on. The structure flowed back into the wall, disappearing without a trace.
Anita realized that she was remarkably calm, given the situation. She was not someone prone to panic but this lack of anxiety was unusual, even for her. She realized that something in the environment was keeping her emotional state steady.
Anita slid onto her new bed. The caramel-skinned beauty sighed as she lay back on the bed. After a moment, she sat up, pulled the tunic off her body, and threw it on the floor. She lay back, pulled the sheet around her gorgeous nude form and fell into a deep sleep. For now, she could do nothing but accept the situation. She had to have faith that some opportunity to escape, or at least to communicate, would present itself.
Anita awakened to the sound of a chime. She immediately sensed that she was not alone. She sat up, the sheet clutched to her massive chest, and saw a man sitting in a chair about 3 meters away from her bed.
Anita swung her legs to the floor. She considered reaching for the tunic but decided not to show any fear or vulnerability. She could tell, on closer examination, that this “man” was not really a man. His skin was too smooth, his features too bland. He was some kind of construct.
The man and woman stared at each other for a few moments.
“Who are you?” Anita asked.
“I am Lester 145. It is my responsibility to explain to you your situation and answer all of your questions.”
“Why am I here?” Anita asked. “What do you want from me?”
“You are here to serve as a generator for some of the psychic energy that my masters need to survive. You will serve this function by engaging in sexual congress with other beings who are also serving this purpose.”
“What?” Anita started. This entire situation sounded like an interstellar porn shoot. “Are you saying I have to fuck aliens so your ‘masters’ can get off?”
“No, that is not entirely accurate. My masters require psychic energy for sustenance. The most intense psychic energy is generated by other beings in various acts of sexual congress. This creates the most intense pleasure that most beings can feel through natural processes and it is this pleasure that my masters need. Thus, they encourage other beings to have sexual congress in their presence so that they can feed. They do not derive any sexual pleasure from the experience. In fact, they are not capable of experiencing sexual pleasure.”
Anita frowned. “Well, that’s even worse for them. Still, I guarantee you that having someone watch me fuck someone else is not going to generate a lot of ‘psychic energy’ when I don’t want to do it!”
“My masters require that their subjects must be willing participants. The energy released would be unusable if that were not the case. Also, the pleasure produced cannot be artificially induced. It must come from natural reactions or the energy would be tainted. That is why care is taken in who is selected for this process. In your case, our measurements of your libido and sexual energy indicate that you are extremely sexually voracious. In fact, the levels of sexual energy we have measured in you are among the highest we have ever recorded on any planet. This indicates that you will be capable of experiencing acute sexual pleasure and producing enormous amounts of corresponding energy.”
Anita considered this new information. It was true that she had an insatiable sexual appetite. That did not mean that she wanted to perform for aliens or that she was willing to be their meal. Though she had to admit that the prospect of spending an unknown amount of time writhing in sexual pleasure with other, sexually stimulated beings did appeal to her enormous libido. Still, she could not let her carnal appetites dictate her life. She had spent a lot of time and self-discipline making sure that she was more than just a fuck bunny in her own life and this situation was a step in the wrong direction.
Anita shook her head. “No, I’m not just going to be some plaything for your masters. I admit that the offer is appealing but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as some kind of fucktoy.”
“My masters require only that you serve them for a limited time. Once you produce enough sexual energy for them, they will release you back to your world, with your memory erased.”
Anita reconsidered. This situation appeared to be temporary, one that could be mutually beneficial to her and the aliens.
Slowly, she nodded. “Alright, maybe this can work out. How long would I need to stay here?”
“On average, subjects produce sufficient energy for my masters over the course of 60 of your Earth days.”
“That’s the average?”
“Yes.”
Anita nodded again. If what “Lester” was saying was correct, she suspected she would be producing a lot more than the average. Even if she did not, two months of fucking was bearable. “Alright,” she said. “I agree to cooperate. When do we start?”
“We will give you another day to adjust to your circumstances. In 24 hours, I will return and lead you to the staging area for your first sexual encounter. You are being paired with a Targian male.” Lester gestured and a computer console flowed up on a slim pedestal from the floor. “You can acquaint yourself with the species’ physical and sexual characteristics on this information processor. Do you have any other questions?”
“No,” Anita replied.
“I will return in 24 hours.” Lester suddenly seemed to turn to liquid. Like all the other organic structures in the room, he flowed into the floor and vanished.
Anita crossed the room to the computer console. She willed the screen to become a portable computer pad. She took the computer back to the bed. She climbed onto the bed, sitting up, and pulled the sheet over her lower body. Her heavy tits hung down on her chest, jiggling gently.
“OK, little friend, show me a ‘Targian male’.”
The screen lit up with the picture of a huge, humanoid being. The creature had large fangs curving up from its lower jaw and it was massively muscled. Its skin color was a kind of olive green and its hair was a darker shade of green-black. It had four fingers and toes. Anita realized the being looked a lot like a fantasy depiction of an orc.
She looked at the Targian’s measurements. It was a little over two meters tall but weighed more than 200 kilos – most of it solid muscle, from its appearance. The figure in the picture was nude. Anita’s eyes had been drawn immediately to the massive penis hanging between its legs. In the picture, the member was flaccid.
“How long and thick is this male’s prick when he is aroused?” she asked the computer.
It responded by suddenly projecting and inflating the penis in the picture.
“Christ almighty,” Anita whispered under her breath as she gawked at the enormous shaft now jutting out from the alien’s groin. “How big is that?” she asked the computer. She could estimate but if it had exact figures, that would be good.
Figures appeared on the screen. Anita whistled under her breath. The aroused cock was almost 30 centimeters long and 10 centimeters in diameter. She had never been penetrated by a man that large in her life, though some had come close. On the other hand, she did have some dildos at home that probably matched the Targian’s girth and she recalled taking them all the way in.
Anita felt her body growing incredibly aroused. Her tits grew tight and hot, her nipples burned. A pleasant, familiar pressure built in her stomach that flowed into her rapidly heating pussy. She felt her nether regions grow wet. Her clit pulsed and thickened, slow and hard. Anita licked her lips in anticipation as she stared at the Targian’s prick. Her eyes glazed with desire.
“Give me a closeup,” she said to the computer. The screen filled with the depiction of the aroused member.
Anita slid onto her back under the sheets. Holding the screen up to her face, her hand ran over her body, caressing and teasing her tight, hard nipples, squeezing and kneading a thick, rounded tit, before sliding down her taut, smooth belly and burying its fingers into her wet, throbbing cunt. She found her clit and began to stroke and rub, allowing her mind to imagine what it would feel like to have that shaft driven all the way into her core, ramming her like a piston, what it would feel like to have the Targian’s massive weight crushing down on her body, flattening her thick tits to her chest, their tight bellies slapping and sliding as their bodies writhed in pleasure…
She dropped the computer beside her and closed her eyes, her mind’s eye filled with the image of the swollen cock, her imagination running wild.
It took some time, but Anita’s body finally arched in pleasure. She bit her lip as she held back a scream of pleasure. She let the delicious tension flow out of her body as her pussy ejaculated, as her legs went stiff and her hips jerked in ecstatic release.
Smiling, she fell back on the bed. The anxieties of the day dropped away and she slipped into a deep sleep.
To be continued:
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