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 Zaxan's Paradise 3: Molly's Mom By Mannheim Knot - NOTE: Originally
published under another of my pen names.  Same author, different name.  -

   PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: BACKSTORY--Denubis Prime is a planet where the males
still possess the ability to empathically feel the emotions of others but
the females have lost touch with all emotions, even their own.  Their
females once ran the planet, their dominance tempered by their empathic
bond to the males.  But generations ago, the females attempted to increase
their power by removing their empathic bonds to their males through viral
genetic engineering.  The failed experiment, now known as The Great
Betrayal, left the females unable to feel anything at all.  The once
mild-mannered males became dominant, and have turned to seeking their
sexual and emotional pleasures by abducting females from other worlds.  The
males' generational memories of The Great Betrayal have left them with a
burning desire to dominate all females and to feed off whatever emotions
the experience can generate.

   CHAPTER ONE: As a reward for his son's hard work at the Academy, Sarcon
sends fourteen-year-old Zaxan to a new planet called Earth to seek his
first sexual conquests.  Sarcon is one of the wealthiest men on Denubis
Prime and wants to indulge the boy by letting him be the first to take a
human female.  Zaxan lands outside Albuquerque, New Mexico, and his first
conquest is a beautiful Latina teen named Tierra.  He abducts her from a
mall and the physically superior Zaxan rather casually rapes her.  He finds
the intense emotions of human females beyond belief, and he thrills to her
terror and hatred.  When Zaxan's vibratory ejaculation stimulates the girl
to forced climax, he finds her arousal equally intoxicating.  After his
orgasm, Zaxan realizes that the chemicals in his semen, originally evolved
to create bonding between Denubian parents, have a profound effect on
humans.  Tierra immediately becomes his love slave.  Zaxan feels his first
inklings of fondness for a female.

   CHAPTER TWO: Tierra joins Zaxan in his attempts to find creative ways to
get human girls to have sex with him.  They first plan to take college
freshman Cassie by having Zaxan pretend to be a vulnerable alien whom
Cassie can seduce into rescuing the girls from captivity.  Along the way
Cassie proves to be so brave and noble that the co-conspirators alter the
plan to one wherein Zaxan seems heroic so that they can provide Cassie the
perfect romantic adventure, including a passionate tryst with the alien boy
who tells her he must leave Earth after their one night together `for your
protection.' Zaxan is very moved by the experience of making love to the
heroic girl, but resolves not to see her again as it would ruin her perfect
moment.

   IN THIS CHAPTER: Fresh off their uplifting adventure with Cassandra, the
conspirators plan to continue their exploits, seeking to turn their
conquest of a beautiful redheaded tween girl into another unique and
thrilling experience.  Before it happens, Zaxan and Tierra get to know the
rest of the family.

   Alien, dominance/submission, teen male/female, teen female/female, anal

   . . .

   Zaxan did not seek another new female for a few days after his grand
adventure with Cassandra.  Over and over he relived the perfect romantic
moment he had shared with the brave and beautiful blonde co-ed.  Zaxan,
like any fourteen-year-old at the end of his first true romance, was quite
certain that no one had ever felt quite the way he did in that moment. 
Perhaps no one had.  No one with an empathic Denubian soul had ever shared
such a moment with a human girl.  He used techniques his father had taught
him to let the memory burn its way deep inside of him to be kept forever.
He would never forget either the physical sensation or the emotional impact
of making love to Cassandra.

   Zaxan knew that he could never create the moment again, and he would not
try.  Even if everything else was the same, Cassandra would not be there.
So, when his sexual desires began to mount again he decided that he must
seek out a totally different adventure.  Tierra would help.  There seemed
no limit to her clever schemes, and she had repeatedly expressed the desire
to participate in any way possible.  Tierra knew Zaxan's abilities to
ensure that the girls were left happy in the end freed his partner-in-crime
to exercise the dark impulses she had bottled up for so long.  Neither the
alien nor Tierra would leave a girl in pain when the day was done, but
neither was squeamish about letting her experience a little along the way.

   Zaxan had originally tagged three girls in the mall: Tierra, Cassandra,
and a little tween redhead that completely captivated him.  When the time
came for Zaxan to seek a new conquest, there was only the tiny redhead
left. Of course he could have gone and found a new girl anywhere on the
planet, but the girl he'd tagged felt like unfinished business with him. 
He asked Tierra to offer suggestions.

   "What's her name?" Tierra asked.

   "No idea.  Is it important?"

   "Well, it would make it easier to plan if I knew things about her."

   "Well, I know where she lives and goes to school, and we know that she
regularly attends classes at the New Mexico Academy of the Dance."

   "Those are helpful, but I really want to know our little girl," Tierra
said.  She was hiding something from Zaxan, but he trusted her enough not
to make her tell him.  He just waited her out for a lengthier explanation.
"Cassandra caught us flat-footed.  Had we known what she was like we could
have set out to make her experience romantic from the beginning.  There are
probably things we should know about this new girl before we proceed." This
was all true, but he sensed that none of it was what was really bothering
Tierra.  He let it lie.

   "Alright," he said.  "But bear in mind that I don't want another grand
romantic adventure.  That belongs to Cassie."

   "You'll want another one someday, Heathcliff," Tierra said with a smile.
"But I get what you mean."

   "No one is at the girl's residence right now," Zaxan offered.  "Would
you like to look around her home?"

   "No, a teenage girl has absolutely no desire to snoop around someone's
house and discover all their dark secrets," Tierra said and tilted her head
sideways.

   "This is sarcasm, right?" Zaxan was proud that he'd learned to detect
this bizarre human trait.  "You actually mean that you do want to
surreptitiously observe her family."

   "A body like yours and brains, too," she said and smiled.

   "Whenever you look at me like that, we end up fucking," he said.

   "We always end up fucking," she replied and gave him the same smile.

   A devious thought occurred to Zaxan.  "Not this time," he said.

   "But...  but...  you always want to fuck!"

   "Yes I do, little pet, but you want it more.  So, I think I'll enjoy the
feeling of making you wait for it.  And no self-pleasuring until I say so."

   "You're just doing this to remind me you're in charge!" she protested.

   "Yes.  What do you think of it?" he asked.

   "I hate it...  and it's hot as hell."

   "Good.  Get in the transport tube...  um, bitch."

   Tierra moaned in frustration, but her companion could sense that his
refusal had spiked her desires.  Zaxan wasn't sure whether he was merely
taking advantage of the bond that enslaved her or if he had tapped into
something that had been there all along.  With beauty such as hers, Tierra
had likely never been denied a boy's physical attentions when she had
craved them.  Zaxan couldn't get a clear reading on the matter by sensing
her feelings either.  Tierra hadn't even known she would react in this
fashion.

   They materialized in the empty house.  Zaxan had never actually been in
a human dwelling before.  He found it amazingly cluttered with gadgets and
mementos.  Their technology was nowhere near as compact as Denubian tech,
so separate devices were needed for nearly every job in a household.  And
while Zaxan had actually kept Cassandra's shirt as an object to be
cherished, he and Sarcon had few such objects in their home.  In the end,
he was glad that humans kept so many things, because each of them seemed to
give Tierra some clue as to who the people were.

   "These people are pretty rich.  Well, not loaded, this place isn't a
mansion with servants or anything.  Could you imagine what that would be
like?" Zaxan had never bothered to tell Tierra that his father was one of
the richest men on Denubis Prime.  It just hadn't seemed important.

   "Tierra," he asked, "Are you poor?"

   Her skin flushed a little red, and she seemed almost angry with him.  He
could tell that she wanted to tell him something other than the truth, but
couldn't do that when he'd asked directly.  "Yes," she said quietly.  "What
difference does it make?"

   "None to me, but plenty to you, apparently."

   "Well, you never had your mom cancel your Quinceanera because it would
cost too much money!"

   "I could pay for your Quinceanera, and I'll make sure I fix your poverty
before I leave the planet."

   "You have our kind of money?" she asked.

   "Well, no, but I understand that gold is worth a great deal in your
society.  The desert area where I'm parked has huge deposits of it.  I have
mineral collecting equipment on board the shuttle.  The robots can harvest
it and I can sell it.  Would a hundred pounds do?"

   "I have no idea what that's even worth."

   "About 1.9 million dollars, but I would probably have to sell it for
considerably less.  If your society is anything like ours, that kind of
transaction might require a license of some sort to be legal.  I could
still probably get you a little over a million by illegal means.  Is that
enough?"

   Tierra turned slightly pale for a moment.  "Yeah," she said.  "That
would be okay.  Just don't get caught."

   "Tana has finished creating a spray that utilizes the same chemicals as
my semen," he explained and held up a shiny crystalline bottle.  "I can get
people to do what I want."

   "Sometimes you're scary, Zaxy."

   "I know," he said airily.  "So this family is wealthy.  What else?"

   "Mom's name is Regina Walken.  Here's a picture." Tierra handed him a
photo of a gorgeous woman in her late thirties.  Zaxan was intrigued.  He
hadn't seriously pondered taking an adult woman, but Regina's appearance
was very enticing.  "Figured you'd like her," she said.  "Regina has a
wedding ring in her drawer, and the kids have pictures in their rooms with
a dad in them, but Regina doesn't.  There are no men's clothes in the
master bedroom closet.  The paperwork in the kid's bedroom lists their last
name as Manihan.  The parents are divorced, but the mom hasn't gotten over
it yet."

   "I told you only three people lived here.  Tana's scans can show me how
many humans are in the house at any point.  There are visitors at times,
but only three sleep here at night."

   "Tana's a very handy computer.  I don't suppose you could get me one
like her?"

   "That would kind of shake things up a bit on your entire planet; sorry.
What else do you know about the family?"

   "Big brother's name is Brett, and he is a cutie pie!  I mean really
good-looking.  He's shorter than me, but really built.  He's also
apparently one of the best gymnasts in the state.  He has all kinds of
awards, and his letter jacket is covered with medals."

   "The girl worships him," Zaxan said with a nod.  "I could see that at
the mall."

   "Oh, good.  Maybe we can use that," Tierra said, furrowing her brow in
thought.

   "And the girl?" Zaxan asked.

   "Molly Erin Manihan is twelve years old and in the seventh grade.  She
has report cards from the last four years on her bulletin board.  All
A's--that's really good--except for one B+ last year; that's still a good
grade.  She wrote all over that report card in red marker.  The B+ is
circled, and then she wrote `STUPID BITCH' on it about twenty times."

   "What does that tell us about her?" Zaxan asked.  He had an idea, but
Tierra was so much more insightful with this sort of thing.

   "She's like a lot of girls her age," Tierra said, seeming to have
intimate knowledge of the matter.  "She really wants to be perfect and
hates herself when she isn't.  I bet she's the reason there's a little food
scale in the kitchen.  She's a dancer, and I'd bet she keeps crazy control
over what she eats, either that or her mom does it for her.  Sometimes it's
the parent that pushes the kid really hard.  Sometimes it's the kid."

   "And what did you push yourself that hard in, Tierra?"

   "At that age...  basketball.  I wanted to get my mom's attention.  No
matter how good I got, she didn't come to my games.  Now, I run track and
won't pick up a basketball."

   Zaxan felt Tierra's mood ebb.  He wanted to move her away from this
subject.  "Tell me something happy about Molly Manihan."

   "She is kind of boy-crazy in the fun way.  She left her computer up with
no password to keep me off of it.  She has tons of little `I think you're
cute' kind of messages back and forth with boys.  Doesn't seem like she's
done anything much with any of them, but she does like boys in an innocent
way."

   "That's good!" Zaxan declared.

   "And there's one more thing, Zaxy.  She's got an open box of Kotex in
her dresser drawer." Zaxan sensed that the information made Tierra feel
like a large weight had been lifted off her chest.  It had to do with what
she had been hiding from him back in the shuttle.

   "That's even better," he said with a nod.  "I have no idea why why,
though."

   "She's maturing sexually.  If she hadn't been...  I still would have
helped if you asked, but it would have been much harder for me.  Now,
there's grass on the infield...  play ball!" Zaxan tried to piece the
metaphor together, but utterly failed.  Tierra laughed at him.  "The grass
is pubic hair," she explained.

   "Oh, so pubic hair being a sign of sexual maturity, it indicates that
the girl is old enough for sexual intercourse.  Very clever." He actually
thought it was somewhat stupid.  "Tierra, why did you mow the grass off
your infield?"

   "Not for any sexual reasons.  It makes me feel like I run faster in
track."

   "Physics doesn't support that theory."

   "Yes it does, smarty-pants," she replied.  "I said it makes me FEEL like
I run faster.  Baseball is ninety percent mental, and the other half
physical."

   "You try to torture me with strange metaphors when you're sexually
frustrated," he said.

   "Say, there's a big bed in the master bedroom," Tierra teased hopefully.
"Let's go fuck in a stranger's house.  I never thought of it before, but it
sounds hot as hell."

   "It certainly does excite you," he said as he felt her arousal wash over
him like warm water.  "Perhaps when I decide you get to have sexual
pleasure again we can try it."

   "Please, Zaxy!"

   "No more," he said softly.  Then he teasingly added, "Horny little
slut." He got the frustrated moan he was seeking.

   They both froze for an instant as they heard the whine and grind of an
electric garage door opener.  "Somebody's home!" Tierra hissed.  "Tell Tana
to beam us back.  We don't have a plan yet."

   "Let's just make it up as we go along.  You were only so gung-ho about a
plan because you were trying to find out if the girl had grass on her
infield, anyway.  We'll just be friendly." He smiled, and Tierra realized
she was safe with him there.

   Brett Manihan walked into the dining room and froze as he saw the two
teenagers standing in his house and waiting for him.  Brett was a very
muscular boy, but Zaxan was ten inches taller than him with nearly the same
build.  "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.  Zaxan could sense the fear
building up within him, but like most human males, that made him more
aggressive.

   "I'm Tierra, Molly's friend from Saint Agnes Middle School.  She had to
run upstairs for a minute.  This is my cousin, Zak."

   Brett looked at Tierra for a long moment.  "Bullshit," he said.  "I saw
you at the mall the day of the fight.  Molls didn't know any of you kids."

   "You must have me confused with someone else," she said with a smile. 
"There are lots of Latina's in town, and we do tend to have black hair and
brown eyes."

   "A guy doesn't forget a face like yours," he said.

   "Holy shit, that was a nice thing to say," Tierra gushed.  "Even if you
did sound mad when you said it, it was really sweet."

   "You guys are robbing the place!" he said and ran back into the kitchen.
He returned with a large knife.

   Zaxan knew he was fast enough to get the knife away from the boy, but he
didn't want to have to do that.  He'd have to go full-speed and he might
accidentally hurt Brett in the process.  Zaxan could feel that Brett
regretted waving the knife at the beautiful girl.  He wasn't panicky enough
to hurt Tierra if she didn't try and hurt him.  "Were fucked, Tierra,"
Zaxan said as he pressed the crystal bottle into her hand.  "Give it back
to him."

   "Nice and easy," Brett said, holding out his hand.  Tierra kept her
distance and held the sparkling object out toward the boy.  When she got
closer, she pressed the nozzle and a cloud of compressed spray leapt out of
it.  Brett dropped the knife and stood with his mouth open for a second. 
Tierra retreated behind Zaxan.

   "Hey, Brett, my name's Zaxan.  How about we become friends?"

   "What?  Oh, sure, bud.  Sounds cool.  Hey, sorry about the whole knife
thing.  You guys scared me a bit."

   "Not a problem, Brett," Zaxan said in a friendly voice.

   "Hey, can I get you guys a brew?  Mom still keeps a few in the
downstairs fridge."

   "None for me, thanks.  Tierra?"

   "No thanks.  Not much of a drinker, cutie." She smiled and Brett smiled
back.  Zaxan felt the sexual attraction between the two of them.  That made
things even easier.

   "Say, what are you guys doing here anyway?" Brett asked.

   Zaxan felt no need to deceive his new friend.  "Well, I'd like to fuck
your mom and little sister."

   "H-m-m-m.  No problem with Mom.  She could probably use it.  Hasn't even
gone on a date since Dad left two years ago.  But I'm afraid it's a no-go
with Molls.  Pretty sure she's not old enough to fuck." Zaxan wasn't
surprised.  The semen's effects were not much different on the male than it
had been on the two females.  There was an instant bond between Brett and
Zaxan, and the human boy would do almost anything to please him.  But he
wouldn't completely violate his moral code.  To Brett, sex with a
physically immature girl was a very bad thing.  He wouldn't peaceably
accept that.

   "We know for a fact that there's grass on the infield, my friend," Zaxan
replied.

   "Alright then...  play ball!" Brett stepped forward and lightly punched
Zaxan on the shoulder.  "You dog!" Brett declared and grinned.

   Zaxan was confused.  "It's how boys bond," Tierra whispered as she
leaned up close to Zaxan's ear.

   "Oh," Zaxan said and punched Brett on the shoulder, knocking him to the
floor.  "You too are a dog!" he cried.

   "And you're apparently the big dog," Brett said as he massaged his
shoulder.  Tierra rushed to help him up.  They ended up standing very close
and facing each other.  There was a long look between them.

   "Well, you two are obviously attracted to one another," Zaxan said
fondly.  "And I should make it perfectly clear to Tierra that I have no
objections to her having sex with other humans.  But not today.  Tierra has
to wait until I say so to get any sexual satisfaction."

   "Oh that's too bad," Brett said.  "For minute there I was thinking some
weird fantasy thing was happening to me.  Cool guy walks into my house and
gives me a gorgeous girl to have sex with."

   "I never said I was going to have sex with you!" Tierra protested.

   "Would you if I gave permission?" Zaxan said and raised his eyebrow like
humans did.

   "Yes, as long as he actually turns out to be as nice as he seems," she
said, feeling quite embarrassed, but unable to avoid answering Zaxan
truthfully.  She turned to Brett to offer an explanation.  "I'm not really
like that with boys, but he's been sexually teasing and torturing me all
day.  I'm kind of going crazy right now, and you do seem really nice."

   "Soon enough you two will have sex," Zaxan said.  Both of them smiled.
"In the meantime, I need to know when the two females are going to arrive
home."

   "Oh, sure, Zaxer!" Brett said cheerily.  Why did humans always play with
their friends' and family's names?  "Mom should be home any minute.  Molls
doesn't get home for another hour-and-a-half.  Clarissa's mom drops her off
after dance class."

   "Why don't you go up to your room and show Tierra some of your
gymnastics exercises?  And don't leave the room unless Tierra or I tell you
to.  Besides, I'm sure watching you do movements that require strength and
flexibility will distract her from thinking about you sexually."

   "I see you're picking up on sarcasm," Tierra groaned.

   "I learned from the best," Zaxan replied with a teasing grin.

   "That's not all you learned from the best," she said and flipped her
beautiful hair over her shoulder as she took Brett's hand and pretended she
didn't know where his room was.

   Zaxan flipped on the television and found a re-run of How I Met Your
Mother.  The sex comedy was making more sense to him every day.  Besides,
Tierra had told him that the actor who played the scheming Barney Stinson
was from Albuquerque.  The alien still couldn't figure out why Tierra had
laughed when he'd commented that the actor probably got all kinds of girls.

   Regina Walken came in a few minutes later and dropped her keys to the
floor when she saw the six-and-a-half foot teenager sitting calmly in her
living room.  "Where's my son?" she asked.

   "Upstairs, doing gymnastics with my friend, Tierra.  I'm Zak, by the
way."

   "Gymnastics?" the mother replied skeptically.

   "I swear it's true.  Want me to call him down?"

   "Yes.  I'd like to see him." Zaxan could sense that she wasn't going to
be at ease until she knew her son was safe.

   "Hey Brett-ster!" he yelled, trying to sound like a typical human boy.
"Your mom wants ya."

   Brett appeared at the top of the steps wearing only little shorts and a
tank top.  His muscles bulged and there was a sheen of sweat glistening on
his skin.  Zaxan grinned.  Poor Tierra must have been about ready to burst.
"What's up, Mom?"

   "Who is this rather large boy watching television in my living room?"

   "That's my buddy Zaxer!  He's the coolest.  Talk to him.  You'll like
him."

   "Do you have a girl in your room, Brett?"

   "Yeah.  But I'm just showing off some gymnastics.  Zax said we shouldn't
have sex." He turned and went back to his room.

   "Well, okay," she called after him, seemingly puzzled.  She crossed
nervously to Zaxan.  "I get the girl upstairs.  He's seventeen and
handsome, so Brett does attract the occasional girl.  Why are you here?"

   "I'm Tierra's friend, and I'm Brett's friend.  I gave her transport
here."

   "But then you told them not to have sex?" Zaxan found her confusion very
amusing.

   "Exactly, Regina.  If anyone in this house should be having sex, it's
you."

   "What?" Regina's shock gave off some entertaining vibes as well.

   "You're a grown-up.  Tierra's not quite fifteen.  Her Quinceanera is
next week."

   "You are a very strange young man."

   "You are a very beautiful young woman."

   Regina froze for an instant.  She was flattered at the compliment. 
Zaxan could tell she found him attractive, even if she had no intention of
initiating intercourse with him.  But that passed as her mind soon took the
compliment in a different way.  "Oh, p-sh," Regina said and laughed.  "You
boys!  You tease me almost as bad as Brett does.  Young?  I'm twenty years
older than you."

   "That just gave the universe another twenty years to get it right," he
said.

   "I was wrong.  You are even more of a tease than Brett!" Apparently the
son flirted with his mother on a regular basis.  Zaxan had noticed that
Brett did have a bit of a crush on his mother.  It was all innocent; he had
no incestuous intentions toward her.  The boy just couldn't help noticing
that his mother was a very sexy and sweet woman.  "Can I get you a soda,
Zak?"

   "Just water please.  Caffeine is unhealthy, and sugar is bad for your
teeth." He flashed a smile and gave her the `bedroom eyes' Tierra went on
about.  She was not unaffected.

   "Alright, just sit tight and I'll get you a water." Regina headed for
the kitchen.  She bent down to pick up her keys when she spotted them and
realized that she had just shown her backside to the boy who was obviously
trying to get her all worked up.  She shot a quick glance over her shoulder
and caught Zaxan in the middle of an appreciative stare.

   "Nice skirt," he said.  She sent off a mix of emotional responses,
embarrassment, amusement, arousal.

   Zaxan waited a few seconds and followed her into the kitchen.  She
turned from the fridge and dropped the bottle of water on the floor when
she saw him in the doorway.  "You keep scaring me!"

   "I really don't mean to," he said and looked to where the bottle had
rolled behind her.  "Want me to get that for you?" he asked.

   "Judging from the way you looked at me the last time I bent over, yes."
He crossed and picked it up.  He turned his head over his shoulder as he
rose and caught her taking a look herself.  "Dammit," she whispered in
embarrassment, but again her sense of humor showed up.  "Nice slacks," she
said in a defeated tone.

   "You seem uncomfortable with the notion of us finding one another
attractive," he said.

   "It's hardly appropriate, especially on my part."

   "What's inappropriate about it?  I've reached the age of reason, and I'm
hardly some unwilling child being coerced by a more powerful adult.  And
you're not married."

   "This is going a bit too far, Zak.  Maybe you and Tierra should go."

   "Interesting that you modified it with `maybe.'"

   "It's just an expression." She was reeling a little bit.  Zaxan was
definitely getting to her.

   "But there are so very many expressions in the languages human beings
use.  Part of you chose that particular one for a reason."

   She stared at him for a moment.  Zaxan felt desire in her, there was no
doubt about that, but the longing he really felt from her was a different
one.  Zaxan had felt it himself.  Since their females had become
emotionless after the Betrayal, all Denubian males felt it.  Regina was
achingly, hopelessly lonely.  "Are you honestly trying to suggest I'm
contemplating having sex with a teenage boy I just met?"

   "Are you honestly trying to suggest that you're not?" He stepped up
close her, closing to what Tierra called `fuck or fight' distance.  "No one
wants to be alone, Regina.  You've been alone too long.  You're young and
beautiful, but the right men haven't been asking.  Let me in, Regina. 
Don't be lonely anymore."

   She was on the verge of tears.  "Don't prey on me," she whispered. 
"Please, please, don't."

   "I know what it feels like to be lonely," he said and wiped away a
single tear that had started to roll down her cheek.  "And I know how good
it feels to finally, finally have someone in your life to make the feeling
go away." He kissed her neck and nipped at her earlobe.

   "Please..."

   "Lots of ways you could have said no.  `Please' isn't one of them." He
kissed her full on the lips and pressed her back against the refrigerator.
He began to pull her skirt up with his right hand.

   "Brett's right upstairs."

   "Then we won't go upstairs." He continued to pull at her skirt, but
brought his other hand to her breast.  His hips kept her pinned to the
fridge.  "Regina, you know how good a nice hard fuck would feel right now.
You know how good it would feel to be taken by someone who desires you."

   "This is so wrong!" she squeaked.

   "And I've heard enough things from you that didn't mean no," he said and
spun her so that she was bent over the counter.  "I'm going to be rough,
Regina, but I really do like you." He hiked up her skirt and pulled her
pantyhose down past her knees.  She awkwardly kicked off her pumps and
worked her way out of the hose.  Zaxan had deftly dropped his slacks and
boxers.  He grabbed a handful of the short curly hair in her
ever-so-appropriate-for-the-office do.  He did not pull it hard, merely
asserted his command of the situation.  He rubbed his shaft up and down the
length of her slit a few times to open her up.  There was fear and shame in
her, that he could sense, but there was also intense arousal and a sense of
relief that the decision had been made for her.  The one thing she didn't
have time to feel in the moment was loneliness.

   He pushed into her.  He felt the shock as she realized that he was very
big.  But he also felt the thrill of it.  She had desired this ravishment.
What woman in that hungry state of mind wouldn't want the job to be done by
a man who was well-endowed?  She groaned as he went deep, deep inside.  She
was a small woman.  It filled every bit of her.  Then, when he paused for a
second, she caught her breath.  She had no doubt what was to come.  Zaxan,
certain he was securely set inside her, let loose.  He was very fast and
powerful.  He took his free hand and wrapped it around her waist so that
her hips weren't banging into the counter.  It was the only mercy he gave
her.  Again and again he drove into her, eliciting moans and even curses.
Eventually her vocalizations turned into a steady wail.  He could sense
that she was nearly overwhelmed by the raw power and speed he displayed. 
There was a sense of wonder coming from her.  She hadn't known that sex
could be this, and even if she had known she would have feared to allow it.
But she was somehow helpless to resist this boy that had pushed her every
button.  Having yielded to his animalistic passion, she could only desire
more.

   So, when his big hand came out of her hair and down across the side of
her buttocks, she thrilled to the force of it.  When his long fingers
pinched her nipples through her work blouse, she worked a hand to the
opening at the neck and tore her own buttons off for him.  When he peeled
the blouse off of her shoulders, it was her own hand that finished the job
and threw it to the floor.  When he leaned up over her shoulder, she
clutched at his head and craned her neck to place hot kisses on his lips.
After her sex began to clench and quiver in orgasmic release, she found her
voice and became the one to first use the words to describe what was
happening between them.  "Oh, beautiful boy, I am your bitch."

   Zaxan felt the sense of freedom the words gave her.  She had never
uttered them before, but in doing so, she had freed herself from shame. 
Shame belonged to controlled moments, and for the first time she had
yielded every ounce of control in her soul.  "You are beautiful, Regina,"
he said as he slowed for a moment to let her catch her breath.

   "Call me Reggie.  I haven't been called that since high school," she
said in a whisper tinged with girlish glee.

   "I'm not done with you, Reggie," he said in a soft but commanding voice.
"Grab that jar of oil.  Lie face down on the big counter in the middle of
the kitchen and wait for me."

   He could tell that she knew what the command meant, and her hand
trembled as she reached for the oil.  In her nervous state, she knocked the
food scale from the counter, and it smashed on the floor.  He felt a sense
of satisfaction from her.  "Molly really doesn't need that, poor little
thing," she whispered.  Zaxan was pleased to know that this beautiful woman
wasn't the one measuring out the girl's food.  He left the room, confident
of what he would find when he returned.

   He was gone less than a minute, but he did not come back alone.  He
entered the room and found Regina lying face-down on the island counter,
completely naked with the jar of oil next to her head.  "Reggie," he said,
his voice filled with command.  "You're free now to enjoy the pleasures
you've never dared experience before.  This is Tierra.  She's going to help
us."

   "Zak, I'm not sure..."

   "Enough, Reggie.  This beautiful girl is going to help you get ready for
me.  She is allowed to do anything she wants to you, but you are not to
pleasure her in return." Tierra groaned in frustration.  Regina nodded
slowly.  "There's my good little bitch," he added.

   Tierra looked at him and waited for instructions.  "You said you had
dark impulses, Tierra.  Don't be gentle.  I'm not going to be gentle when I
put my cock in her ass.  Prepare her for that." Zak crossed to the kitchen
table and sat in a chair and silently watched to see what Tierra would do.

   Tierra stared at Regina for a moment.  The girl knew she would obey
Zaxan, but she also knew that she stood on a precipice.  Her life was
moving in a new direction.  Her dark desires lay open to her now.  She was
about to find out what they really would allow her to do.  "Look at this
horny little bitch tremble, Zak.  Is it fear or anticipation?  I wonder."
Tierra crossed to Regina.  "She does have a sweet ass, doesn't she?" Tierra
spanked her hard.  Regina cried out but did not move.  "Oh, this is a firm,
tight little ass.  Beautiful to see," she said, and then ran her hand over
it.  "Beautiful to touch.  Beautiful to own.  I bet Zak likes owning this
ass.  He's gonna stuff his big cock right up in there, too."

   "I know," Regina moaned.

   "Oh, and that's scary so you'd rather have him just do it right now, so
you knew how much it was going to hurt, so you knew how much of a slut
you'd feel like when a teenage boy is fucking your ass."

   "Please," Regina squeaked.

   "I bet you say please a lot," Tierra said.  "Roll over." Regina rolled
to her back.  "Look at me, Regina," she said as she grabbed the woman's
hair.  "I'm a fourteen-year-old girl, and you're just starting to realize
that you want me to touch you here," she said and massaged Regina's bare
breast and then sucked on it.  "And you want me to kiss your mouth.  Is
that okay, Zak?"

   "I'll stop you if you get too close to being satisfied," he said.  Maybe
he would.  It depended on his mood at the moment.

   Tierra kissed Regina and pinched her breasts roughly.  Regina squirmed,
but did not try to fight her off.  Tierra, still fully clothed, climbed up
on top of the counter and pinned Regina down.  She sucked and nipped at the
woman's breasts and then kissed her passionately.  "I want you to be free,
like Zak says you are, Reggie," she whispered.  "You're beautiful, but your
ex-husband did a number on you, so I have my doubts if you're really as
free as Zak thinks.  Do you want to be free from your ex?"

   Regina wept, and Zaxan's head reeled from the unbridled emotions Tierra
was tapping into now.  "Yes, I want to be free from him," Regina said with
a slight sob.

   "You're making a good start.  You're letting me pleasure you and tease
you.  But if you really want to be free, you have to know in your mind that
it isn't Zak that's making this happen, and it sure isn't me.  It's you. 
You're the one that wants this to happen.  Say it."

   "I want this," Regina groaned and reached her hips up to where Tierra
straddled her.  Zaxan felt the strain in Tierra's mind as she fought the
urge to grind back down on the woman and gain some satisfaction.

   "Do you want to take it further than you ever imagined you would?" the
girl asked her.

   "Yes, Tierra!"

   "Then every time it hurts, every time it should be humiliating, turn
your pain and shame into a statement of freedom.  You've always been the
good level-headed girl.  Be the passionate slut.  Are you the slut,
Reggie?"

   "I'm the slut!" she whimpered.  "I want to be the slut."

   "Good," Tierra said and spat in her face.

   Zaxan felt Regina's internal wrestling match between shame and desire,
but it was brief and ridiculously one-sided.  "Again, please, Tierra,"
Regina whispered.

   "Slut," Tierra said and spit in her face again.  This time, Tierra
licked it clean.  She kissed her way down Regina's neck and slid backwards
toward the end of the counter.  She hovered her mouth over Regina's
breasts, and pretended to move in on them a few times.  Regina arched her
back to offer them to the girl, but Tierra never took them.  Instead, she
slid down off the end of the counter and pulled Regina until her bottom was
at the very edge of the counter.  Tierra began to finger her roughly, and
slapped gently on Regina's clit.  Regina cried in ecstatic pain.  Zaxan
noticed that Tierra was rough, but not vicious.  "Is this going to make you
cum, little slut?" Tierra asked as she continued pumping two fingers into
Regina.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes!" Regina answered urgently.  Zaxan knew that Regina
desperately wanted Tierra to keep doing what she was doing.  Tierra could
sense it, too.  That's precisely why she stopped doing it.

   "Roll back over, Reggie, and don't you dare whine about not cumming. 
You don't deserve to cum yet." Regina whimpered as she scooted back up onto
the counter and rolled over.  Tierra leaned her long body over the counter
and stuck her tongue in Regina's ass.  Regina squirmed in pleasure.  "I'm
only fourteen, and I'm a girl, and I keep sticking my tongue in your ass.
But you like it.  What kind of woman are you, Reggie?"

   "Free," she whispered.

   "Good slut," Tierra said, and tongued her again.  She broke off after a
long moment.  "You are a very good little slut, Reggie," she said and
tongued her a third time.  "You deserve to cum, but I'm not going to make
you cum without Zak's permission.  Zak?"

   "Bitch can wait," he said casually and felt the frustration build in
Regina.  It was far worse than anything he'd put Tierra through that day.
"Set her up."

   Tierra left Regina's backside for a moment, but made sure she landed a
good hard smack on her ass before she did so.  Zaxan almost winced from it.
Tierra had really let her have it.  "Please," Regina said through a few
tears, "again, Tierra." Tierra let her have another one.

   "Freaky thing, isn't she, Zak?" Tierra said as she opened the bottle of
oil.  "She's been holding a LOT in.  Of course taking your cock up her ass
involves holding a lot in, too.  God, that's gonna hurt, Reggie.  But you
like that.  Don't you?" Regina whimpered a little.  "Answer me, slut!"

   "I think I like the pain a little," she said.

   "You think?  Well, you're going to know for sure pretty damned soon,"
Tierra said as she poured oil directly on Regina's tight little bud.

   Tierra pressed two of her fingers into the oiled opening and pumped them
furiously as Regina wailed and repeated the one word she could find,
"Please!" Tierra reached up with her other hand and grabbed the far shorter
woman's hair.  She bent Regina to her and kissed her passionately as she
continued pumping fingers into her ass.  Regina's muffled wails were
pitiful, but they were so laced with cravings that Zaxan could hold back no
longer.  He rose and crossed to the counter.

   When he clambered up onto the counter with her, leaving his slacks and
boxers behind, Reggie attempted to rise up to her knees and offer him
whatever he would take.  He pushed her hips down flat to the surface.  She
did not protest, just reveled in how awful all this would have seemed to
her fifteen minutes ago.  "Such a sweet girlish ass, Reggie," he said.

   "I'm your bitch, Zak.  Take it.  You'll be the first."

   Zaxan lined his shaft up to the hole and pushed forward.  Oil or no, it
took a good long time to work his way all the way inside her.  She moaned
and wept, but he could feel her thrill to it, too.  When his hips finally
pressed firmly to her backside, she sobbed a little, but nodded repeatedly.
He drew back, but didn't begin to swing into her with force.  He was
experiencing something new as well.  He'd held off doing this with Tierra.
He'd wanted to save something new he could share with her on his final
night.  Thrilling to the new experience, he took his time.  Each time he
pulled back, he let his weight take him back down into her, creating an
agonizingly slow penetration for both of them.  When neither of them could
stand it for one second more, he began to pick up speed.  He wrapped his
long hands around her hips, and left his fingertips beneath her so that he
wasn't grinding her hipbones into the surface.  "Work your clit, Reggie,"
he commanded.  "Work it hard!"

   "This is the hottest thing I have ever seen!" Tierra whispered, but fell
to silence when Zaxan gave her a hard look.  She crossed to him and kissed
his back over and over as he took the desperate housewife to new levels of
agony and ecstasy.

   Regina had some difficulty getting her hand beneath her, but the greasy
mess the oil had left on the counter helped.  Her oily hand and the
stimulation of having his cock moving rapidly in and out of her bottom
drove the modest mother to a frenzy.  She screamed in ecstasy.  She had
grown as accustomed as she could to the big invader, and the lingering bit
of pain only fed the wildness she was feeling burst forth from inside
herself.  Then, Zaxan felt her find yet another new level of wonder when
his cock began to twitch more and more rapidly as the vibratory phase of
his Denubian ejaculation took hold.  By the time he was finished with his
lengthy ejaculation process, she had had both a second and a third climax.
The two climaxes so close together left her utterly spent.  She literally
could not move.

   He felt the effects of his alien semen begin to take hold.  She wanted
desperately to be held, but was unable to reach for him.  He scooped her up
in his arms and carried her to her room.  He ran a bath for her and placed
her in the tub.  When he released her, her arms at last found the strength
to clutch at him.  "I'll be right back, Reggie," he reassured her.  "I have
to help Tierra clean up the kitchen before Molly gets home."

   "Whatever you think is best, Zak." He kissed her and smiled.  "Zak? 
What the hell happened down there?"

   "Most of it was just you finding out who you really were inside.  The
rest is a long story, but you'll find it very interesting."

   She looked down at the water and then back to him.  "Is your cum
purple?"

   "Lavender," he said.  "And it tastes like cinnamon gum.  When I come
back, maybe I can give you some without oil and bath soap in it."

   "Straight from the source?" she asked, and then giggled girlishly. 
"You're right," she said, "I am still young."

   "And beautiful," he said and closed the door.

   Zaxan and Tierra cleaned up the oily mess in the kitchen.  They gathered
up the clothes, but decided to leave the broken scale right where it was.
He was picking up Tierra's ability to create devious schemes.  The scale
might just play right into his new plan for Molly.  He had picked up a
flash of resentment toward someone in the fleeting moment Regina had
thought about the scale.  Zaxan put it all together.  Tierra had only
considered the mother and child as being possible suspects in the case of
the food scale.  The child had another parent, and sometimes the absent
parent has a deeper impact on a young psyche than the one who stays.  What
Denubian male hadn't experienced a longing to be loved by his emotionless
mother?  Their two races weren't so different after all.

   On the way back upstairs, he dropped Tierra off in Brett's bedroom. 
"Brett, your mom's ass is fantastic!  And she loves having it fucked!"

   "Huh, who'd'a thunk that?  Is she happy, buddy?"

   "I can guarantee you she is," Tierra said.  "Zaxy makes all the girls
happy."

   "I do like to make girls happy," Zaxan said with a smile toward his
first love slave.  "You were very good down there, Tierra.  You and Brett
can fuck each other's brains out now.  Be done and dressed by the time
Molly gets home."

   "Thanks, dude!" Brett said moving toward Tierra.

   Tierra was gone from the bed by the time he got there.  "THANK YOU!" she
squealed as she took Zaxan's face in her hands and kissed him.  She then
turned and rushed back toward Brett.

   Zaxan closed the door and took a few steps toward Regina's bedroom.  A
thought suddenly occurred to him.  He wheeled back around and opened the
door.  "You do get that the whole `brains out' thing was only a meta-"

   He was cut off by Tierra flinging Brett's tank top in his face.  "We get
it!" she squealed.  Zaxan shrugged and closed the door.

   He told Regina the whole story and even about his plans for her
daughter. As much as he desired the beautiful little redhead, he would
forego it if Regina protested.  Everyone seemed to be at least a little
worried about it, and he could be in the wrong.  Regina thought about it
for a bit.  "She's already having periods, but she's a complete innocent.
Not even sure she's ever been kissed...  maybe she has.  I guess the
question I have for you is this.  Will my little girl feel this happy after
you're done?"

   "Yes, Reggie.  She absolutely will."

   "And you say that when you go away we'll still be fond of you, but it
won't break our hearts?"

   "Yes."

   "Make my little girl happy, Zak.  She looks like a silly, carefree
child, but she is so, so sad inside.  Her dad did a number on her, and on
me.  No girl is ever quite good enough for him.  Make my baby feel good,
even if it's only for a little while."

   "I intend on making her happy for a lot longer than that, but you'll
have to trust me.  Here's the plan...." He detailed out a long and somewhat
strange plan, but in the end Regina understood it, and Zaxan could feel the
hope in her heart.

   A little while later Molly Erin Manihan came home from ballet class. 
She was a vision of youthful perfection in her pink tights, black leg
warmers and white leotard.  She passed halfway through the kitchen before
she spotted the broken object on the floor.  In a rage, she threw her bag
on the floor and picked up the largest piece of the broken plastic casing.
She heard the TV playing loud music and headed for the living room. 
Slunked down in the big easy chair was a male form.  He was wearing Brett's
favorite Rockies baseball cap.  Beautiful little Molly flung the piece of
her broken scale right at the back of his skull.  "Brett, you fucking
asshole!" she screamed.  "You broke my god-damned scale!  Again!"

   In horror Molly saw a giant rise from the chair.  He was almost a foot
taller than the boy she thought she had just assaulted.  He was rubbing the
back of his head.  "I am so, so sorry," the ballerina squeaked, her voice
altered more from shame than even the fear she felt as she took in the size
of the boy she had just drilled with a chunk of broken plastic.  "I thought
you were Brett."

   "It's okay, Molly," the huge boy said with a bit of a chuckle.  "It's my
fault the scale got broken.  Brett's upstairs with our friend Tierra, and
your mom is coming back down in just a minute.  I was waiting here to
apologize to you.  I was fooling around in the kitchen.  I'm sorry I broke
the scale.  I'll get you a new one since it's obviously very valuable to
you." He had recently mastered sarcasm, but there was not a trace of it in
his voice when he called the object valuable.  "My name's Zak.  Please tell
me you'll accept my apology." He moved to her and extended his hand.  When
Molly took it, she thought his fingers might reach up to her elbow.

   Wanting to maintain her dignity, but still slightly terrified, she
managed to squeak out.  "It's not that valuable.  It's alright.  Your
apology's enough."

   "That's sweet of you," he said and looked down at her with eyes that
made her want to melt into a puddle.  She was pretty damned sure he somehow
knew exactly what she was feeling.  "Brett told me had the prettiest little
sister in Albuquerque.  It's nice to know my friend isn't a liar."

   Molly Erin Manihan stared up at him with her big blue eyes, and her
bottom lip quivered.  She felt like her whole life was about to change.