VOYAGE
By
C. P. Lockman
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Published by C.P. Lockman
Copyright C. P. Lockman 2011
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WARNING: This book features graphic adult content throughout.
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Contents
PART ONE
Chapter I A Good Walk Spoiled
Chapter II Signing In
Chapter III Three Little Maids from the Science Ministry
Chapter IV The Biological Studies Institute
Chapter V Meeting Manisti
Chapter VI Falik’s First Fuck
Chapter VII Getting Checked Out
Chapter VIII Takanli
Chapter IX Morning Lessons
Chapter X Upgrades
Chapter XI Bionic Man
Chapter XII Orbital Lunch
Chapter XIII The Boffin
Chapter XIV Eliria
Chapter XV Sex for Dinner
Chapter XVI The Council
Chapter XVII The Erosine Raptor
Chapter XVIII Daedalus
Chapter XIX News from Home
Chapter XX Departure
Chapter XXI Jasira
Chapter XXII Of Strange Lands and People
Chapter XXIII Question Time
Chapter XXIV Garlidan’s Plan
Chapter XXV Regime Change
Chapter XXVI Revellers
Chapter XXVIII Planet of the Time Lords
Chapter XXIX Perspectives
PART TWO
Chapter XXX The Big Sleep
Chapter XXXI Emergence
Chapter XXXII Home
Chapter XXXIII Déjà Vu
Chapter XXXIV Installation Wizard
Chapter XXXV Strategy
Chapter XXXVI Mr. Lockman Goes to London
Chapter XXXVII Norfolk
Chapter XXXVIII Security Leak
Chapter XXXIX Day Tripper
Chapter XL Totally Fucked Up
PART THREE
Chapter XLI Superstar
Chapter XLII Paranoid Android
Chapter XLIII A Stroll on the Mall
Chapter XLIV Dvalin
Chapter XLV Bailout
Chapter XLVI Sojourn
Chapter XLVII Incoming
Author’s Note
Appendices and System Diagram (external link)
Prologue
The spacecraft tumbled, glittering, end over end.
Out here – way, way out here – no two molecules have ever met, no stars have ever burst into life. Here there is nothing but ceaseless, fathomless time.
Years past its last encounter, and with years to wait until its next, the long, slender ship seemed, despite its staggering interstellar haste, almost listless, perhaps even derelict.
But there was a light.
It stood out, here in this inky blackness, and amid the ship’s apparent stillness.
Beneath the light, in silence except for the tiny whirring of ventilation fans, a shape was floating in the weightlessness. To another traveller, in this impossibly distant province of the galaxy, so familiar a shape would be astonishing.
It was a man.
He was dressed in baggy, white cottons. His tall frame had been set slowly spinning, counteracting the tumble of his ship; He had been quite still for many hours. He wore glasses.
And in his hands was a large, red, leather-bound volume of great age and importance. It was much-loved but heavily annotated, a startling anachronism in this man’s century. Breaking the silence of this deep-space journey, from time to time, he read, as he had always done. Whenever he did so, it was slow and deliberate, confident and precise:
Then it is He who gave birth to the Universe.
They are His Stars which shine,
They are His Planets which revolve
They are His clocks which have begun, and will end.
His Power is the only Power.
His Time is the only Time
PART ONE
Chapter I: A Good Walk Spoiled
I took a breather about 100m short of the summit and surveyed the scene. This was probably my favourite part of the country, a green valley with tiny specks below me, which were farms and cars on the road, flanked by imposing limestone cliffs like the one I was trying to ascend. I gave quiet thanks that I’d quit smoking, checked my altimeter and map once more, and headed off to the top.
Twenty minutes later, I was there. It must be one of the best feelings in the world – I was the highest object in the valley. I would have lit a joint to celebrate, but I’d probably have wandered off into the wrong valley and gotten lost. I just sat down and looked at my county. The hills seemed fur-lined and I could see tiny white flecks, which must have been sheep. I relaxed into a euphoric reverie. I love having time and space on my own, reflecting on events, or just daydreaming. I began to imagine how these valleys were formed, how millions of years ago this was a sea which receded, leaving rivers to cut powerfully through the rock and form these splendid features. Ah, weekends.
A dull, distant rumble reached my ear from the left. Strange, we were miles from any airport. Maybe the RAF? It got louder and I became irritated – don’t you guys take Sundays off, for Christ’s sake?! Insistently, the roar approached and I was sure the planes were going to fly straight over my head, ruining my peace. Finally, I turned around, planning to give the marauding jets the finger, but I couldn’t see anything. Must be very low in the other valley – wasn’t that against the rules? I might drop them an email and complain. People should say what they think more often.
Damn it, they’re still getting closer! But still they were elusive. Could be helicopters, I guess, those new ones we bought from the Americans, but I couldn’t hear the distinctive rotor noises. Where the hell were they? Ten more seconds passed and the roar became almost deafening. It seemed to be right over my head. Still, no sign of aircraft. It couldn’t be an earthquake, right? I glanced nervously at the ground, half expecting it to open up beneath my feet, but that didn’t happen either… no jets, nothing in the sky … I was whirling around by this time, trying to identify the source of the noise and getting more and more scared. I could swear it was right over my head, like standing right behind a plane on takeoff. There was no wind or heat, I couldn’t feel anything on my skin, there was only the incessant, growing noise…
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I was incredibly comfortable after perhaps the best sleep of my life. Strange that I couldn’t remember dreaming anything, but I was obviously well rested and felt great.
But this was definitely not my bed. I opened my eyes and started to look around.
I nearly had a heart attack. The bed was floating in a limitless void. There were no points of reference, no lights, no objects, just a billion miles of blackness in every direction. I put my head over the bed and looked down but was nearly sick with vertigo. Curling into a terrified, foetal ball I pulled the covers over my head and wished that I could wake up from whatever fucked-up nightmare this was.
Then some lights came on. Breathless with relief, I threw back the covers to find that I was in a modern hotel room. It was quite large, with an ornate dressing table, a widescreen TV, and what was probably a bathroom through a door to my left. There were large windows to the right but the curtains were drawn. I got up and felt thick, warm carpet between my toes. Although I could have done without the vertigo attack, this dream was getting cooler by the minute. I thought I was on a hill in Wales, but now I’m in some hotel. Had I passed out at the summit, perhaps?
I reached down. I’d lost my clothes somewhere along the line. What the fuck was going on? Had I been drugged or robbed? I felt OK, actually rather good. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was still me and I still needed a shave, testimony to a lazy Sunday morning spent reading the paper before setting out in the car to the National Park. Well, things can’t be that bad. Now, let’s try to figure out what’s going on while I clean up.
The phone rang as I was finishing drying off after a good, hot shower. Feeling freshly shaven and alert, I confidently answered. “Hello?” The voice was pleasant, quite charming, a woman aged about 30, I guessed. Anything else was difficult to tell. “Good morning, Sir. I hope you slept well.”
So, we were going to carry on as though there was nothing amiss, were we?
“Yes, thank you, very well indeed. I wonder if I might ask how it is that I’m here. And where I am?” She almost interrupted me, but not quite. Neat trick.
“Please don’t be alarmed. A member of our team will explain everything very shortly. You are in no danger. Please join us for breakfast in the lobby whenever you are ready.” The line clicked off.
I put the phone down and decided to finish my reconnaissance before going downstairs. I know my way around hotels, having done my share of IT conferences, so I quickly checked the cupboards and drawers, where I found suits, shirts and all I needed to get myself looking sharp. Then I opened the curtains.
I was in the biggest city I had ever seen and it went on for miles. Tens of thousands of skyscrapers teamed along broad avenues, interspersed with large, green parks. I was clearly on a very high floor of one of the tallest buildings. It was very quiet and the air was brilliantly blue. This was nowhere I’d been before. Tokyo, maybe? No, it looked kind of Western. There were no neon signs, and I couldn’t make out traffic. There was nothing in the room to indicate where I was. Time to get going, and start figuring things out.
Thankfully, the elevator and corridors were all standard hotel stuff. I quickly found the lobby, which was deserted. If this is a hotel, where the hell is everyone? I wanted a cigarette. It was far too quiet. After a minute spent stressfully glancing around the lobby, the lift doors opened and three women got out. “Thank God! Hi, there. Sorry to disturb you, but … “
One of the women, a very tall, slender type with long, black hair, motioned calmingly. “Please sit down. There is no reason to worry. Everything is going to be fine. We will answer all of your questions very soon. First, you must be hungry, and I know you’d like one of these”, she purred, offering me a cigarette.
I paused for a second and, surprised by my own willpower in such odd circumstances said, “Thanks, no. I’ve quit”.
She smiled and put the smoke back in her pocket, my eyes following it lustfully. “Shall we?” she said, motioning to the dining room.
I followed them to a table near the windows. Sunlight managed to stream through them, despite the cluster of buildings surrounding us, which I knew to be almost as tall as this hotel. A waiter in uniform brought bread, cheese, coffee, juice and cold meats. I discovered that I was starving and started buttering up a roll before remembering that I may have been abducted by total strangers and was now certainly in some foreign city against my will.
“You must have a lot of questions. Please be at ease with us. I can only assure you that, despite how this may seem, you will come to absolutely no harm. In fact, you are very important to us and will be treated in the best possible fashion. Please, help yourself to anything you’d like.”
I polished off the roll, drank some coffee, which tasted like an excellent Brazilian roast, and sat back. “You’re right. I’m being well looked after. This place must cost the Earth. But I’m very confused and I’d love to know who you are, where we are now, and why I’m here.”
The dark-haired woman placed her coffee cup down and began. “We are a race unknown to your planet.” There it was. No frills, straight to the point. I nearly choked on my croissant. “This is the first contact between humanity and our people, and we are delighted to have finally met you. As for where you are, you are our guest on our home world. We are some distance from the Earth, although we realize that, for you, the journey did not seem lengthy.” They were words, I knew, and they had meanings, but none of them were really getting through.
They pressed on, ignoring my stunned expression. “This building is one of a suite of structures dedicated to the furthering of our understanding of neighbouring systems and their inhabitants. And, to answer your third question, you have been chosen, I admit against your will, to take part in a series of experiments designed to increase our knowledge of you, your planet and the species which inhabit it. I must apologise for having effectively abducted you during an otherwise pleasant Sunday afternoon hike, but there was simply no other way. Please accept our apologies. Would you like more coffee?”
Just like that. Very matter-of-fact. “Ma’am, I was unaware until today that aliens even existed – I mean, really existed – and you’re telling me that I’m on your home planet, drinking coffee, and I’m here to enhance your understanding of Earth?” The three women nodded. “Sorry, love. Pull the other one, it’s got bells on”.
They chuckled. “We were warned to expect a degree of scepticism. That is quite understandable. In time you will come to both believe and understand where you are, and why. For the moment, we realise that you need plenty of time to digest this dramatic change in your environment. We are very used to dealing with situations like this and you will find us co-operative in every possible respect. Are you sure you wouldn’t like a cigarette? We have sensed from the beginning that you have a particular desire for this substance.”
I eyed the proffered smoke while I finished my croissant. “No, thank you very much. One of the first things you need to know about me is that I’ve stopped smoking, so please don’t offer me any more of those.”
The three women seemed fascinated by this detail and chattered briefly in some foreign language. This was irritating. “Ladies, you’ve answered my questions, but I’ve a lot more… why me? There are over six billion people on Earth and you chose me. Why?”
The woman looked down briefly before answering. “To be honest, because you are rather normal. Your physical characteristics are in line with the majority of your race. Although you do not represent the ethnic majority, you seemed to be an ideal candidate on a number of levels. Bear in mind that you were chosen from a huge number of candidates on a basis close to randomness – we simply don’t yet know what we’re looking for. We were hoping you’d be able to help us decide how best to choose future guests, perhaps those representative of certain character or ethnic traits that might be of interest to us. Think of it, for the moment, as blind luck”.
I thought about this. “But if you need to study my race so much, how come you already speak my language? That’s not the majority language, either.”
She nodded, “no, it is not. But it is the most complex of the languages we have sampled – over a hundred – and it contains the greatest number of expressive nuances. We are aware that your own vocabulary is rather large. We felt that this might make communications easier. How would it be, for example, to attempt to communicate grand ideas such as those we will put to you, without the benefit of a comprehensive grasp of language? It would only complicate matters. In this respect, too, you are highly suitable.”
I stared at her. The thought of my being a suitable subject for study by an alien race was just mind-blowing. “But I’m a nobody!” I blurted gracelessly. “I’m not a professor or anything…”
She held up her hand with that lovely, calming gesture. “You are articulate, educated, creative and psychologically very fit. You are ideal for our purposes.” And that seemed to be the end of that discussion.
I looked out of the window at the entrance to another enormous building. “You are curious about our city”, she said simply. I was equally curious about why there was only one woman speaking to me. I looked at one of the others, a petite blonde. “You understand my language also?”
She nodded, “yes, I am fluent. But my purpose here is communication on a different level. I and my learned colleague”, she said, motioning to the redheaded girl sitting next to me, “are gifted in the sciences or non-verbal communication. I have particular interest in your use of gesture, and my colleague studies the energy waves you send out. These are all forms of communication, although many among your race seem not to notice them.” I stared at her rather blankly. “Perhaps you had not noticed that my colleague has been sending out amorous alpha-waves since you arrived. We have all been sending positive vibrations. Have you sensed this?”
I was about to answer when the dark-haired girl said, “perhaps it is best to discuss these matters under proper test conditions. Have you eaten sufficiently?” I nodded, still a bit stunned. Amorous alpha waves? They sounded like fun. “Then shall we ascend to the offices, where we can continue?”
I rose with the trio and followed them back to the elevator, eyeing the redhead with interest. She was gorgeous, sure. And sexy. And, I thought with a certain sense of alarm, an alien from god knows where. Sexy aliens?
This was going to be a wild ride.
Chapter II: Signing In
I found myself starting to relax as we zoomed up in the elevator. The three women, or whatever they were, offered charming, beguiling company. Perhaps that was the point… maybe they’re only here to put me off my guard so that when this door slides open, I can be easily blasted into millions of fragments by some evil galactic dictator…
My paranoia was eased by the thought of this redhead and her alpha waves. The lift seemed to be taking a while. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are alpha waves?”
The redhead girl smiled charmingly. “They are a means of communication. Your whole body, and mine, are conduits for electrical activity that begins in the brain. I am sending commands to my nervous system that creates a generous energy field, vibrating at a level that I choose. You do the same thing. I can sense that you find all three of us highly attractive and stimulating. Perhaps you desire us sexually. This is quite normal and was part of the reaction we hoped to provoke from you. In turn, you can sense, I hope, that I also find you attractive. I cannot speak for my colleagues, as it is bad manners among our race to interpret the energy waves of those with whom you have professional relationships. Too many complications and distractions could result.”
Like flirting in church, I thought. This was terrific! Now that I thought about it, perhaps I could sense something from her. A very slight but perceptible tingle in my skin, very hard to describe, but real nevertheless. It was nice. “I’ve got to ask… forgive me if this is rude… but are you, actually … well, women?”
The three burst into a fit of giggles and just then the elevator door opened into a massive hallway, clearly some kind of transit or reception area. Thousands of individuals were on their way somewhere, all in different directions. Huge, multi-coloured screens were displaying hoards of information that streamed from right to left at incredible speeds. It was quite noisy but in the cavernous space, there was no din, only a discreet, ordered, continuous exodus.
“I’m afraid there are one or two administrative matters to attend to. You must register as a visitor here, if you don’t mind. We have had a number of difficulties with, shall we say, guests who did not quite appreciate our hospitality as you do, and these details have proven rather ugly in their execution”. I flinched at the word.
“Of course. Anything you need”.
Perhaps they really were getting under my skin. If this was some ruse to keep me malleable and co-operative, it was a work of genius. I was truly putty in their hands. But, then again, I was walking around in a new universe and I was having a fantastic time. Everything I saw was new. As we approached the giant, semicircular reception desk, I passed a hundred different forms of life. Some were mere wisps of gas floating serenely by, communicating to their neighbouring clouds with thin, bright blue strands of thought. There were other humanoids, but nothing like me – some were eight meters tall, others dwarf-like and stocky. The variety of clothing was profound. The tall humanoids wore a one-piece body-glove that resonated sonorously as they walked. The dwarves were in quite conventional jackets and trousers but wore powered shoes that sparked with each footfall. This was like a great sci-fi movie and an LSD experience rolled into one.
We reached the desk and another human-like woman appeared and spoke with my guides. They nodded towards me and the clerk, a pretty black girl with purple hair, eyed me with interest and then waved me forward. “Welcome to our planet. I trust your journey was comfortable.”
I smiled, “yes, thanks. You might want to leave out the ‘bed floating above the bottomless void’ part for future travellers, but otherwise it was splendid”. All four women made an immediate note on a hand-held machine, keys tapping almost in unison.
“You have been asked to take part in the afternoon experimentation session in Laboratory Four. This is a top-secret area and the relevant clearances have already been arranged. As you are a special guest, many of the immigration formalities have been waived, and your file notes that you do not carry any dangerous diseases.”
I shot her a look. “That’s a relief! I was kind of wondering if it might be the other way around…”
All three guides shook their heads. “You can contract nothing at all from us. It has been carefully prepared this way”.
I kept smiling. I’ve found it to be an excellent panacea at borders, and this, for all its incredible weirdness, was still a border of sorts. “So, are there any forms to fill in?”
The clerk glanced, slightly nervously, at my guides. “No”, said the redhead. “We simply need some biological samples. Your body is constructed in the Ribose-Nucleic format, and we will need to collect evidence of this, in different forms. I will assist you, if necessary”.
I thought for a minute and then figured it out. “A DNA sample?” All four smiled and nodded. “Sure. Will it hurt?” All four shook their heads. “Would you follow me? It won’t take long.”
The redhead led me to a quieter part of the concourse, nodded to a uniformed, humanoid guard and opened a door into a small lounge, with two sofas, a table and a machine of some kind in the corner. “This is a replication machine. I believe one of the entertainment formats on earth discussed its use.”
No way. She couldn’t possibly mean... “Star Trek?” I offered.
“Yes, that was its name. There were so many we had to watch!”
I stared dumbly at her “You’ve seen it?” She laughed, “oh, of course. It was required of us before we were admitted to the program staff. ‘A thorough knowledge of human culture will be required’” she recited. “Now, are you ready to provide some samples?” She gestured for me to sit and joined me on the sofa, pulling out her hand-held computer. Or whatever it was.
“I’m going to require four samples. Let’s start with the easiest one.” She pressed two buttons on the machine and a small bag appeared in the tray, like a coffee from a dispenser. Only it just appeared. “Cool”, I offered. She smiled. I was going to have to cut down on the ‘dumb tourist being amazed by everything’ routine. They were bound to get bored of it shortly.
“This one is a skin cell sample. The rules say I am supposed to get a sample from a place that has not had too much exposure to weather, so that there is a great chance of producing clear results in the lab. Would you lower your trousers, please?”
I stared at her. “You want me to drop my trousers?”
She smiled calmingly. “There is no reason to be nervous. I am very professional. I simply require some samples, and then we can continue to the lab.” I sighed resignedly – this was not how I imagined things shaping up – stood, pulled down my trousers and sat. “Would you like to lie back? This won’t take long.” I did as she asked. Her hands went straight to my crotch, where she reached into my pants, brought out my penis and stroked the tip with a cotton swab. The sensation was cool, almost cold, but it didn’t hurt. “Thank you. I will also require a sample of saliva. Please deposit some in here”, she said, passing me a plastic cup, just like at home. I dropped some saliva into it and she closed it tight. “Great. Next, I need a sample of your urine. Please do that into here”, she said, passing me something that looked like a short condom with an elongated tip. “I do not need very much”. She was just sitting next to me, asking me to piss right in front of her. “I will assist you. Please lie back again”, she requested, with a hand on my chest, pushing gently, for reinforcement. I could feel her take my penis in her hand again, and then the rubbery condom sliding over my tip. “It is ready. Please deposit some urine when you are ready.” She was still holding my cock. I managed to squeeze out a small amount, which was apparently satisfactory. “Thank you”, she purred, removing the condom and producing a cool, damp cloth which she used to clean my penis. This was starting to feel good. I didn’t know if she was trying to turn me on, but if she was, it was working.
“Now for the final sample. I understand that humans produce procreative juices. I would like you to produce some for me. I understand that this production is normally pleasurable. I hope that you will enjoy it”. Formal, scientific, confident. This was semen we were talking about.
“You want me to come?” She blinked for a second and remembered the idiom.
“Yes. I would like you to come.” I stared at her.
“Where?” She stood, unzipped her trousers and pulled them down with her knickers.
“In my vagina. That is the normal method, is it not? The sample can easily be extracted from inside me after we have finished.” She removed her trousers and cute white, panties with a firm tug, then lay back on the sofa. “Please insert your penis when you’re ready. My vagina should be adequately lubricated. I would appreciate a large sample, as some will inevitably be lost inside my body. Please produce as much semen as you can.” She lay there, looking at me, legs spread. Her pussy was extremely beautiful. Her outer lips were framed by soft, downy hairs. I could see the darkness of her entrance and gorgeous inner labia.
For a few seconds, I was too stunned to move. Then I approached and bent forward over her. She was smiling invitingly, but there was simplicity in her expression, as if she had little idea what she was doing but wasn’t scared of it.
“Do you mind if I touch you a little first?”
She frowned briefly, “I’m not sure. I’ve read all about this, but I’m afraid I’m not practically experienced. Why don’t you do what you normally do?” I grinned broadly, knelt in front of her and admired the view.
“Well, first you should undress completely so I can see all of you. I’m sure you’re amazingly beautiful under that jacket.” I opened it and she pulled it off, then her t-shirt, exposing her flat belly.
“And this?” she asked, unsnapping her bra.
“Yes, please.” She was revealed. “That’s a lot better”. I quickly stripped off and lay gently on her. She was warm and I could feel a moist heat emanating from between her legs. “So, you’ve never done this before?”
She was still cheerful. Not your regular virgin, I thought with a wry smile. “I have only read about it. I know that you place your penis in my vagina, move back and forth enjoyably, and then at the peak of the enjoyment you ejaculate your procreative juice into me. The intention would be to make me pregnant. I assure you that is impossible, although that should not affect your performance.”
I almost burst out laughing. “Believe me, honey, that will not affect my performance!” She smiled back at me. How strange I must appear to her. And how amazing she appeared to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. At least she knew how to respond – her tongue entered my mouth with eagerness, soft and almost dainty, caressing my own tongue and lips. My erection jolted to unbelievable hardness. One hand slid up to cup her left breast while the other stroked her neck and collar bone, down to her right nipple, where my fingertips circled.
She moaned gently. Ah! She was programmed for enjoyment!! My mouth followed, breathing hotly on her nipple and then enveloping it between my lips. She wriggled beneath me as my tongue swirled over her nipple and moaned again as I sucked it deeply. I felt her hand wandering to my thighs, and then my penis was being gently caressed by soft, careful fingers. She was very gently tugging me forwards, towards her pussy. “I want it there. Please… I don’t know why, but if you do, I’ll love it”.
I obliged. Her hand left me as I edged closer to her pussy. Using my own hardness to enter her, I lodged my cock at her entrance, felt the slickness of her labia part, and then the warmth and wetness of her pussy surround me as I entered. I nearly came immediately. She was just perfect. Gazing down at her as I started deep, slow strokes, I smiled at the sight of her biting her lower lip, brow furrowed, face flushed, breathing quickening. As I thrust into her I made sure my body ground against her clit and felt the little spasms of pleasure inside her in response. I held her hands above her head, kissed her deeply, and fucked her passionately. It wouldn’t be long now, but I wanted to feel… there it was, starting… she was gasping now, short and irregular, little noises of delight… her pussy was tensing around me… squeezing my glans, spurring me on… beneath us, her anus tensed first, then her whole body, and I could feel the spasms while I kissed her neck and nibbled her shoulder… she rose up and came incredibly hard on my cock, shuddering in an awesome climax, pushing me to my own brink… I could wait… a few seconds… there… take… my… time… Stroke by stroke I slowed… easing back once more and then inside her… My balls emptied into her cunt with three large, long bursts of intensely hot sperm, bathing her cervix, surrounding my jolting, spasming penis… dribbling out and over the hairs of my balls and down to her anus…
We breathed together. She was panting, in shock, clearly unprepared for this sexual awakening. “I had no idea… I only thought…” and then something I couldn’t understand.
“What was that?” I asked as I pulled gently out of her. My cock was covered in semen and I could see its whiteness in her entrance.
“It has no translation. It expresses the most positive sensations my race can experience. We normally use it during the ceremony of… ah, perhaps I should tell you later. But that was amazing. I’m not surprised now that you found us attractive, when you can engage in such a wonderful activity with us.”
Her tone forced giggles from me. “Yes, it is a wonderful activity. One we can enjoy any time we like. And not always just for the sake of science. Just for fun”.
She beamed at me. “Quickly, the samples! We mustn’t let too much escape”. I chuckled as she grabbed her equipment and began scooping globules of sperm into a plastic container. “This is interesting. Very unlike anything I’ve seen before. There is a very large amount – thank you for co-operating.”
I couldn’t help it. Laughing so much it hurt, I managed, “you’re very welcome”. She looked at me quizzically as she finished her sampling. “Any time, truly”.
“I am unsure as to if we will need further samples, but that need not matter. I enjoyed that. And I know you did. How can I initiate a further encounter?” She pulled on her knickers, face still reddened from our encounter.
“There’s no set way, I guess. Just flirt with me. Or just whisper, ‘I want to fuck you’. That normally gets the message across”. We both finished dressing and she packed away the various samples, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
“I should get this to the lab. You were an excellent subject. Thank you for fucking me.” She strode out, leaving the door open.
Before I could even ask her name, she was gone and was replaced by a rather ugly, very large guardian armed with some kind of tall, silver spear. Both it and its owner looked seriously menacing. The figure was humanoid but nearly eight feet tall and possessed of reptilian skin which seemed to change colour depending on from which angle it was viewed. He didn’t speak, which was probably just as well.
I was rescued after a mercifully brief time span by one of the three girls. She shot a look into the room and said, “Did Catherine finish the experiment successfully?” So, she had a name.
“Yes, I think it was successful. She went off to deal with the… er… samples.” I couldn’t help grinning. “I only just now learned her name – what do they call you?”
She smiled and extended her hand, just like back home. “I am Annabelle and the communications researcher is Beatrice. You might notice that our names are based on your alphabet – A, B and C – we thought this might help you to remember them, and make you more comfortable with us.”
Clever stuff, I thought. “So, Annabelle, what’s next?”
She led me back into the main hall and we were once again surrounded by a startling, circulating array of beings who were intently walking, flying, gliding, slithering and transmogrifying in a million directions. “Where are all these… people going?”
Annabelle noted my discomfort with the terminology and chuckled. “Not like a station on your planet, is it? They are from every part of the galaxy. We have good relations with virtually every inhabited planet within a thousand light years, and some from even further than that, those whose technology is advanced enough to communicate with us over such vast distances. We act as a trading opportunity, a place to rest and refuel, to meet and take leisure. Our planet, I am proud to say, is the most popular destination for interstellar travel in this part of the Galaxy.”
She was right to be proud. This was fucking amazing. With each passing moment I noticed more that was worthy of a slack-jawed gape – huge, thin beanstalk-like creatures riding enormous, glittering wheels which hummed melodiously as they passed; ethereal, almost ghostly beings who communicated with electric-blue sparks arcing through the air, some of whom I’d noticed on the way in; and a creature which was just now presenting its credentials at the desk but appeared no more than a cloud of reddish-brown gas carrying a conventional suitcase. This was fantastic.
Chapter III: Three Little Maids from the Science Ministry
Having allowed me ample time to peruse the wonders of the transit area, Annabelle and Beatrice led me out into the city through a cavernous, well-lit, rectangular space which I guessed was the main exit. The crowding was intense but everyone managed to avoid colliding, even if Beatrice had to haul me bodily from the path of a thick-wheeled motorbike which zoomed through the crowd with an electric roar. Its occupant raised two fists at me but kept the other two on the handlebars.
It was warm but not hot, a lot like late spring at home. Beyond the transit area and its immediate environs, most of the figures looked fairly human. I wondered what these girls were actually like… was this façade just for my benefit?
“Ladies, I have a question”, I offered as we climbed into a yellow vehicle with broad gull-wing doors. “If I weren’t here, what would you look like and what kind of language would you speak?”
Beatrice giggled and exchanged a glance with Annabelle. “We were sure you’d ask shortly, having seen such an array of life forms in the transit area. In fact, we are genuinely humanoid. What you see is what you get.”
I stared at her. “But… in the movies, they always have the ability to alter themselves, to present a more acceptable front for the humans…” They were shaking their heads.
“No, this is the real thing. I hope you find us beautiful.”
“God, yeah…” I blurted, artlessly. They collapsed into giggles, leaning girlishly on each other’s shoulders.
Catherine arrived, looking amazingly pretty and having changed into a very tight, sexy t-shirt and jeans. She looked stunning and particularly refreshed. The other girls watched her enter and continued their giggles. “Welcome back, Catherine. Were the experimental results available?”
She nodded and smirked back at the girls, who had obviously heard, or guessed, about our encounter in the lab room. “The results were very successful. We had a large sample of semen, which made everything easier. And we appear to have located a limitless supply…” That did it. Everyone cracked up. I just sat there grinning, not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud of myself.
The city zipped past our windows, which were large and clear. The place was a blur of very tall buildings, green and open spaces, other vehicles and squares with fountains and statues. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Is your city like one of mine? I mean… you have all the same things that we do, right? Hotels, restaurants, businesses, shops, all that?”
Catherine, who was in the least giggly state, answered. “Yes, but we lack a number of things you would take for granted. There are no police and we have no armed forces. Our only weaponry is out in space, patrolling against any trouble. Medical attention is needed only in the event of an accident, as we are not susceptible to any diseases. We are inoculated as children and remain healthy for our whole lives, which are very long by your standards.”
I was intensely curious. They had solved so many problems! “How long are we talking?” Catherine turned to her friends and asked how old the oldest person on the planet would be. There was a moment’s conferring before Beatrice answered.
“Three thousands four hundred and ninety Earth years. But that person is not as active as we are.”
“I’m not bloody surprised! If I make it to a hundred I’ll be highly delighted, even if I am a bit doddery and knackered.” Beatrice had to consult her hand-held computer for a quick translation, but soon caught on.
“So a hundred-year lifespan is unheard of on your planet?” she asked.
“No, not unheard of, but pretty rare. The oldest people are about 110. And they’re normally in poor health”.
Catherine leaned closer and said, “This is why we are going to the Biological Studies Institute. Your ageing process is of great interest to us. We took those samples in the Transit Area so that we would have a DNA breakdown ready to use. Other people from your planet will have their DNA compared, and we will learn more about ageing. But we think we already know enough of your physiology to help you in a number of ways”.
This was getting interesting. Our highway, which was nothing more than an orange cord of light extending in front of the cab, soared over a densely built-up area surrounded by trees. “Wow, what’s that?”
Annabelle looked down and said, “The Institute. We’re almost there. It is a very large and modern facility. We think you will be impressed with what you find. Catherine and I will discuss our landing pattern with the driver, as we know the facility best. Please ask Beatrice for anything you need.”
The two girls rose and a small door swished open into the driver’s compartment. It appeared quite conventional until it became obvious that the driver was either driving the vehicle with his mind or there was an autopilot. I asked Beatrice.
“We are all to some extent telepathic. Our driver, who is an instructor at the institute, is intensely telekinetic. He has been known to construct small buildings with his mind in a matter of hours.”
I stared at her for a moment. “What an amazing place”.
She smiled warmly, cutely. “To us, you are the amazing one. You represent so much that is of interest to us. And your body is… very different to ours, very interesting to us.” She was eyeing me up. I liked it. “I was watching on a monitor while you were with Catherine. I too have studied human sexual responses, although I am only an amateur. Would you show me just a little?”
I was only too happy to oblige, I told her, but what about the three other people in the vehicle? “They are occupied with the very complex business of landing. The Institute has only one terminus which handles an almost unbelievable amount of traffic. This could take some time. May I see your penis?”
One of the Universe’s great non-sequiters. “Sure”. I opened my trousers, pulled them down a fraction and brought out my semi-erect cock. It delighted in the attention it was getting, and under Beatrice’s steady and obviously excited gaze, soon rose to full hardness once more.
“It is very beautiful. May I touch it?” I nodded and her hand went straight there. She had a gentle, slightly uncertain grip, as though she were handling an ancient relic. “It is warm. I like it.” She toyed with it, finding out how far the foreskin could move forward and back, stroking the delicate flesh of my fraenulum, exploring the unfamiliar curves of my balls. Her touch was wonderful.
“Catherine took your penis into her body. I would like to do the same but I’m not sure we have time, if your experience together was of average duration. You spent nearly eight minutes fucking before you finished and presented her with the sample. We may only have four or five minutes.”
I lowered my trousers further, knelt up on the seat and said, “In that case my love, we’d better make it quick… lie back, take off your underwear and open your legs.”
She did as I asked, showing her beautiful, almost hairless pussy. I dropped down to lick her belly, thighs and outer lips before thrusting my tongue into her vagina. She was very wet already and needed little more lubrication. With time pressing, I decided to dispense with further foreplay. Leaning forward, I kissed her tongue with mine and let my erection glide into her open, moist cunt. She gasped into my mouth and grabbed me with both hands, encouraging me further inside her. Forcing every inch of my cock into her body, I withdrew almost all the way and then sank into her again. Hands were grasping at clothing, freeing her beautiful, rounded tits, which were seized upon by my hungry mouth. Below, a hard, quick pistoning had begun between her legs. Eager to come while it was still possible, I fucked Beatrice as quickly and urgently as I could, bringing her to orgasm right before I reached my own. As she moaned and clasped me to her, I came in quick, jolting spasms and flooded her tight cunt with my sperm.
Chapter IV: The Biological Studies Institute
Despite our haste, our time was almost up and we were close to landing. Hurriedly, we arranged our clothing and Beatrice took out a white cloth to clean some of the hot semen from her pussy lips and thighs. She whispered, “We have one more minute”, before taking hold of my penis and slipping me into her mouth. It was heavenly. Her slips slid smoothly up and down my shaft while her tongue danced over my tip. She varied her suction expertly, giving my cock time to enjoy the gentler sensations of her tongue and lips and then sucking me harder. After a few seconds she would take me deeply into her mouth, down her throat, and this pushed me over the edge. Before I could believe how amazing she was, I felt another orgasm well up in my balls, build hotly through my penis and gush out into mouth and down her throat. She swallowed every drop.
The doors clicked outwards and opened as I was zipping up and kissing her to say thanks. We were quite high up, judging by the impressive winds, and with some difficulty we managed to cross the landing pad and enter the building through a sliding glass door. Outside, our vehicle was up and away immediately, ascending with a confident roar.
We were in a small reception area not unlike an airport departure gate. A humanoid in uniform took the names and some particulars of the three girls using a retinal scan, and then asked for the same from me. Thank God they’re used to dealing with humanoids, I thought. And thank God they give such awesome blowjobs. Beatrice subtly winked at me as we left reception and walked down a broad, white corridor. I pinched her ass. I was having a great time.
“This is the main part of the Institute’s Experimental Healing division. Here is where we would like to work with you on a number of important matters. Firstly, you might like to wash after your journey. After that there will be some simple experiments to allow us to learn more about your body, and find ways in which we can help each other.” She looked at the other two girls and both left with a smile. “Sometimes, it is faster to just think things across, rather than explain them”, noted Annabelle. “I asked the girls to liaise with the medical team and prepare for your arrival. I’ll convey you to your temporary quarters. Please come with me.”
She strode ahead of me down a side corridor that sloped downwards to a set of heavy, white metal doors. A thumbprint opened the door with a light click, surprising given its obvious weight, and we stepped into what looked like a perfectly conventional hotel room from a Marriot or Holiday Inn back home. “We use these rooms to house our guests prior to and after medical work. Some have travelled immense distances, even further than your own journey, and are tired or suffering from side-effects. We are pleased to see that you appear to be in excellent health”.
I recounted to her the wonderful sleep I had and she was delighted. “I advised them to include that as a method of passing time, and felt confident it would work. I’m very pleased you had such a restful journey, apart from the Formless Void. You awoke slightly earlier than we had expected and were faced with a mixture of the unreal bed and the very real void of deep space. I apologise for what must have been an unsettling experience.”
I laughed at her sincerity. “Don’t worry about it. Gone and forgotten”.
She smiled back and sat on the bed. “OK, you’re not going to tell me that all of your hotel rooms look like this, right?”
She giggled cutely. “No, you’re right in this case. Welcome to a faithful reproduction of Room 414 of the Hong Kong Marriot.” She was right. The emergency instructions were in Cantonese. “Would you like to take a shower or shave?”
I actually felt pretty good. “No, thank you very much. I slept well and was able to freshen up before we met at breakfast. I feel great.”
She smiled and lay back a little on the bed. “In which case, would you care to make love with me? I watched you fucking little Beatrice in the back seat. She loved it. I’d like you to fuck me, in my mouth and vagina. We have plenty of time before the next experiment.”
These girls were amazing in many ways, but it was their confidence and directness I enjoyed most. “Well, I’m sure I can oblige… but I came twice with ‘little Beatrice’ and my balls are a little empty…”
She waved to cut me off. “That won’t be a problem. We have technology here which will not exist for many years on your planet. The transport you arrived in, for instance – have your people developed anything similar?” I shook my head. “Well, another set of developments have been in the field of medicine. As you know, we are immune to all forms of disease and have effectively conquered death. Let me give you an example”.
She jumped off the bed and walked to her bag, by the door, from which she extracted a silver, spherical object about the size of her palm. “This is a wave inducer which designed to alter the body’s natural productivity. We use it to cure hereditary conditions such as heart trouble and imbalances like diabetes. Properly targeted, these waves can encourage the body to produce anything we need, from a hormone or an enzyme through to increased cell division and fluid production. I will task the device with encouraging production of semen so that you can enjoy having sex with me. We may be able to fuck two or three times on one charging, but it is unwise to abuse this machine, for obvious reasons.”