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Negotiations - 2
by Abbey Normal (abbey1normal@hotmail.com)
***
Chapter two of Negotiations, where Kelly meets the
alien eye to eye. And some interesting stuff happens.
(MMF, F/alien, reluc, mc, sci-fi)
***
The next week was a constant struggle to keep her mind
on her work and her eyes open for Vicho. Kelly had so
far avoided him, but she knew it wouldn’t last, and she
knew that Vicho had probably spread it around that he’d
gotten her in the sack. It was horrifically
embarrassing, but the only thing she knew to do was to
pretend everything was normal. So she did her best to
drown in her work, to avoid thinking unpleasant things.
Coming home on her last day was a relief. She planned
to hole up in her quarters and not leave until she had
to. As soon as she got inside she changed into sweats
and turned on the monitor, grabbed some junk food and
got ready to waste the evening. But just as she was
getting comfortable, she heard a beep from the computer
signaling she’d received a message.
The message had an official seal on it, meaning it was
Station business. Kelly’d never gotten one of those
before. The Station high-ups had no reason to talk to
her; she was just a glorified grease monkey.
She read the message"
Ms. Kelly James,
You are cordially invited to attend a private function
being given by Station guest and Ambassador of Mehklor,
Tshallule Mrakalar, this evening at twenty-two hundred
hours in the Ambassador’s quarters. Directions are
attached. Come as you are.
Kelly stared at the message for nearly an hour after
she’d read it, unable to move. The alien. It must have
something to do with what happened last week. Why else
would it wish to meet her? The message contained no
explanation of what kind of function this was, or why
she specifically, a nobody on this station, was
invited.
Kelly had a decision to make. She was afraid of this
creature. She knew it had done something to her,
tampered with her mind somehow, caused her to act like
a different person. She didn’t want to allow that
again. However…she was deadly curious about the alien
and its connection to her. She didn’t know if she could
live not knowing what had really happened.
She had to decide quickly. It was almost twenty-two
now. She had a little time to get into some decent
clothes (the message had said "come as you are," but
she doubted that meant sweats), scrub her face and run
a comb through her hair before she had to get going.
The Ambassador was staying in the hub section, quite a
ways away from her quarters. Kelly got changed and
headed for the pod train.
Within minutes she was standing outside the suite
reserved for dignitary visitors on the Station. She
pressed the welcome panel and waited. The front doors
opened and one of the Louak guards she’d seen earlier
appeared, filling the entryway. He was still wearing
the spiky ceremonial armor that made his race look so
intimidating, and his flat gray face was
expressionless. Kelly had to try not to stare as she
retrieved her printout of the invitation to show to
him, but he wasn’t interested. He just stepped back and
motioned for her to enter. *Here we go.*
Kelly stepped through the door and heard it whish
closed behind her. She was standing in the classiest
room she’d ever seen, in person or in pictures. The
walls were made of translucent aqua glass covered with
beautiful acid etchings, and the room seemed to have no
hard edges, no corners; it was all sweeping arches and
waves, giving the impression of an underwater castle.
Kelly walked in awe behind the guard as he led her
through several more such rooms until they came to a
large circular chamber, which was mostly taken up by a
large circular tank of water. Inside, predictably, was
the alien Ambassador.
The tank she’d seen it in earlier had had the look of a
giant fishbowl, round and featureless. This tank was
not a fish tank, but a state-of-the-art workstation
built to run under water. The front of the tank was
clear, allowing the alien to look out into the room and
others to look in, but the back was covered with panels
and displays, all flashing different tasks and
information. The alien was apparently at work when
she’d come in, but now the displays went dark and the
thing whirled around in the water, gliding gracefully
towards her.
Seeing it far away at the walkway it had looked
strange, but up close it looked surreal. It was a mass
of appendages all tangled around itself, but out of the
center glowed that strange eye that had looked straight
at Kelly. It looked at her now as she approached,
slowly, not wanting to get any closer but feeling
compelled out of courtesy and also, curiosity. The
Ambassador spoke.
It was not speech, although there were some words, and
it wasn’t a picture, although sometimes there was a
flash of imagery. Kelly at first had no idea what was
being said, it seemed like a load of information was
being thrown at her all at once. After a moment, the
Ambassador’s "voice" resolved itself into something she
could understand. It said, "I’ve asked you here to
apologize."
Kelly was still reeling from her first telepathic
experience and had to shake herself a little to
respond. "Apologize for what?"
"You know. You know of my interference when I first
came aboard. Perhaps you do not understand, but you
know."
Kelly was vindicated. She’d been right. Then she was
angry. "You messed with my head. You didn’t have the
right to do that. Why did you do it? Why’d you have to
do it to me? I just want to know why."
Kelly heard the Ambassador’s mental sigh. "If you will
please make yourself comfortable, I have an explanation
for you. I know you came here because you want to know
about me. You may be angry, but you’re a creature of
questions, just as I am. So sit. I will explain."
Kelly didn’t want to just relax and hear a story, and
the guard was making her uncomfortable with his
unblinking stare, but she sat down on one of the
available cushions and waited tensely.
The Ambassador’s voice entered her mind once more. "Any
time one intelligent species makes contact with another
for the first time, misunderstandings and confusion are
expected. Our minds may seem similar enough, but they
differ in so many key ways. In our initial explorations
of the human brain, we found many strange, dark places
that seemed to have no practical use. We had believed,
for a time, that these spaces were unused, or vestigial
matter that served no real purpose. It was not until I
began to train as an emissary that I discovered what
they were for.
"To understand why this is important, you must know
that we as a species do not gestate our young. Genetic
material is contributed by a number of eligible parties
and the most compatible of that material meshes to form
new life. It is a very stable and reliable method of
reproduction. Not like the haphazard way humans combine
their material. Your method is not very forgiving at
all. It is a wonder to my people that there are so many
more of you than there are of us."
"I’m not really seeing the point of this," Kelly
protested. She wasn’t interested in an alien biology
lesson right now.
"Patience. While working closely with a group of humans
who, like myself, had the goal of establishing solid
communication, I had occasion to eavesdrop on quite an
amazing conversation. It was a pure sensory exchange,
there was no information being passed at all. And yet
it was fascinating. The senses of the humans filled my
mind- I felt what they felt. I didn’t merely "hear" it,
I participated in it. I was enthralled.
"I had to know what it was. It was in the early days of
communication, understand, and I tried to gather
information from our guests, but my questions were not
understood, and their minds were closed to my seeking.
At last I was able to witness another such exchange,
and found that the sensory noise was generated by a
*physical* action. One that I now know is part of your
process of reproduction.
"Here I must admit that my curiosity got the better of
me and I staged a few experiments in an attempt to
replicate the sensations generated when human beings
reproduced. They were, of course, dismal failures. I
had not yet learned that it was a complex cooperative
effort that produced such sensation, and couldn’t be
‘activated’ by simple physical manipulation."
Kelly wasn’t sure if she understood correctly, but it
sounded like the alien had molested some of the human
visitors hoping to cause them to orgasm. She wasn’t
sure if that was funny or horrifying. She also had to
wonder why this information hadn’t gotten out. Surely
the fact that the humans who had made first contact
with this species had been sexually assaulted by them
would have made news.
The Ambassador continued, "I’ll spare you the details
of my studies, but I found that it was indeed those
mysterious areas of the brain that controlled the
chemicals utilized in human copulation. And eventually
I found that, in a very select few human beings, these
areas were extremely sensitive to suggestion."
Kelly was getting a very bad feeling. It was pretty
much exactly as she’d suspected. The alien had indeed
"pushed a button" in her mind, causing her to go crazy
with lust and not care about anything else. Apparently
she was one of those "select few", which would explain
the Ambassador’s interest in her. And if it could do
that to her once, it could do it again. She suddenly
felt she was in terrible danger.
"Don’t be afraid," said the alien, picking up on her
fear, "As I said, I asked you here to express my regret
that I caused you such trouble. It was not my intent to
distress you, only to explore, to find out if you were
indeed one of the few compatibles. Unfortunately, once
activated, that part of the brain makes demands of the
body that will not cease until they are met. It is
fortunate for you that you had a compatible male
available to meet those demands, is it not?"
This alien was fucking insane. Or perhaps just so
different that it had no concept of personal freedom or
privacy. Either way it was dangerous.
"Don’t you think there’s anything wrong with messing
with people’s brains without their permission?" She
demanded. "Don’t you know that’s a violation? A human
being’s mind is their personal property, the only thing
they really have total control over. You can’t just
take possession of it like that!" She shouldn’t be
yelling at the alien who had the power to blast her
mind, but she had to try to get through to it. She
couldn’t let it think what it did was all right.
"Now, be fair, Ms. James, I didn’t take control of your
mind. I merely made a suggestion. It was your choice to
follow it."
"You just said the signals or whatever would never stop
until I did something about it. You think that’s a
choice? Have sex or suffer until I do?"
"Ms. James, I don’t see the dilemma. ‘Sex’ as you call
it is pleasurable. Suffering is not. Why spend so much
time delaying when the delay itself is the cause of the
suffering?"
Kelly stood up, shaking with anger. "I’m leaving. I’m
not your lab rat. I’m not sticking around to be
experimented on." She headed for the door.
"You are not an experiment, Ms. James." The alien’s
voice took on a dark tone. "You are a rare find. One in
four-hundred thousand, by my calculations. And of the
few I’ve found, the most sensitive. So you see why I
can’t possibly just let you go without trying to
convince you to stay."
And Kelly felt it again, the pinprick in the mind.
Almost immediately she started to feel overheated and
tingly. It was even stronger than last time. She made
for the door. The Louak guard was in the way.
He’d taken off all his armor and robes and stood there
naked. Kelly gulped, looking at him. He was well
muscled and his skin had a wet sheen. His hard cock
stood straight up, rather oddly shaped, but large.
Kelly couldn’t take her eyes off it.
The guard came forward, and his mouth split into a huge
grin full of needle-shaped teeth. He stuck out his long
red tongue and licked his lips. Kelly was split between
her mind’s revulsion at the pale, slimy skin and
frightening face and her body’s arousal at the sight of
muscles and a stiff cock. She backed away, her knees
shaking, and turned on the Ambassador in anger.
"Why?" Kelly demanded, "What do you do this for? What
good is it to you?"
The Ambassador didn’t answer right away, and then…it
laughed. That was what the mental message felt like, as
though it were laughing at her. "Why? Why does anyone
do what they do? I enjoy it!"
So that was it. The alien was having sex telepathically
through the human beings it manipulated. Through *her*.
Somehow all the things Kelly had considered hadn’t
included that.
The guard was against her back, and was reaching around
to unbutton her shirt. She fought his hands, trying to
get away, even though she secretly hoped she wouldn’t
be able to. Her fear was still pounding in her chest,
and her survival instinct was strong.
"Don’t fear Jakuub, he won’t hurt you," said the
Ambassador. "He likes you. He’ll make you feel pleasure
much greater than that which the uncouth human male
gave you."
Jakuub pulled Kelly’s shirt away and grasped at her
breasts. She arched her back and moaned while he slid
his hands slickly under her bra and played with the
nipples, all of her nerves on fire. She wanted to be
repulsed by the touch, but it was just too good, and
somehow the disgust mingled with the arousal made it
even more powerful. She hung onto his arms and let him
do as he pleased.
"Of all the things I’ve learned from your people," said
the Ambassador, sounding far away, "I like this the
most. Perhaps too much, since I can’t seem to stop. I
can never return home, never be away from humanoid life
again if it means not having this anymore. What is that
called?"
Addiction, thought Kelly, while the guard licked her
neck and put his hand down her pants to massage her
swollen pussy. She gasped and reached up around his
neck, hanging on while his fingers toyed with her clit,
and was powerless to resist as the stroking brought her
to her first orgasm. She jerked and spasmed like a rag
doll until it was over and she went limp in the guard’s
arms.
He wasn’t done with her; he turned her around, pushed
her back onto the cushion and stripped her at his
leisure, unhooking her bra and tossing it away,
followed by her pants and panties, afterward settling
between her legs. He took hold of her ankle and lifted
it up, licked her calf with his long tongue. He ran his
tongue down her thigh, leaving a trail of slime along
her skin till he was licking at her pussy.
"Aaahh!" Kelly arched and twisted her body while the
guard’s preternaturally long tongue invaded her and
squirmed around inside her. It was totally unlike
anything she’d ever felt. It was frightening and
disgusting and worst of all it was hot, more than she
could have imagined. It hit every sensitive spot and
worked her into a frenzy. She writhed on the cushion
and wailed, uncaring of who might hear.
Suddenly the tongue was pulled out, and Kelly was left
on the edge of orgasm, unable to go over. The guard
grinned down on her, waiting. Kelly had to squint at
him to see past the stars that swam in front of her
eyes.
"Uh…uhhn…please…" She gasped, still writhing in sexual
agony, "Please…fuck me…fuck me…" The guard kept
grinning while Kelly’s hips moved and thrust in
frustration. He reached down and grasped her hips, and
suddenly flipped her over onto her stomach. Kelly felt
the rough tongue lick her buttock, and then her legs
were spread.
She pushed onto her elbows and thrust her ass into the
air, offering it up. The guard’s hands on her ass, then
his thick cock pushed into her, moving easily in and
out of her slick entrance. He held her hips tightly
while he thrust, slowly at first and then with greater
speed, working up a slow burn until Kelly was screaming
in pleasure.
She pushed back against the alien guard as he thrust,
trying to get him to go deeper. She thought she heard
the Ambassador’s voice in her mind again, but didn’t
understand what it said, nor did she care. All she
cared about right now was what was being done to her.
Joyfully she rode the wave all the way to the top, as
the guard pushed her closer and closer to her second
climax with his ceaseless thrusting.
Eventually Kelly again became aware of the alien
presence in her mind. The Ambassador had its fingers in
her brain and was feeling everything she felt. It was a
violation of the worst kind, but Kelly could do nothing
about it, couldn’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming
her even as she knew she was being spied on by a
monster.
At last, when it seemed she couldn’t take anymore, it
came on, ripping through her and spreading out from her
stomach to the ends of her fingers and toes. She let it
swallow her body and fill her mind, making her dizzy
and weak, hearing her own voice echoing off the walls
as she screamed. The guard roared as well, the only
sound she’d heard him make, as he released his seed
into her. They both collapsed in exhaustion and lay in
a sweaty heap on the cushion.
The last of the fireworks faded Kelly could feel
nothing, except a wonderful, drugged lethargy that made
it impossible to move. As she fell into
unconsciousness, she wondered foggily if the alien
Ambassador was going to fall asleep too.
* * *
It was seven-hundred hours, and Kelly was back in her
room. Remembering the past night was a difficult
exercise that made her mind swim, but she had to sort
it all out if she was going to be able to look at
herself in the mirror.
She knew she’d been taken advantage of, to put it
politely. She knew her mind had been controlled; she’d
been turned into a creature that wasn’t herself. But
while it had been happening she hadn’t thought about
that. It was insignificant next to the ecstasy of a
royal fucking. She still felt a buzz from the workout
she’d gotten at the hands of the strange alien guard
named, what was it, Ba-cube, or something. Maybe it was
just the euphoria that followed a great sexual
experience, but she was almost glad it had happened.
She felt energized, like she’d had a missing piece of
her life restored.
Then she thought about the Ambassador, and what it was
planning. It had been deeply disturbing to feel its
mind linked with hers while she’d been having sex, but
somehow, like the bizarre appearance of the guard that
had seduced her, the revulsion at that intrusion wasn’t
enough to kill the desire, and in fact it heightened
it.
There was something powerfully arousing about being
watched when one was exposed and vulnerable. She hated
to admit it, but she kind of liked it. Even now, long
after the effects of the Ambassador’s mind tricks had
worn off, she still felt a little turned on by the
idea.
After she’d blacked out in the Ambassador’s quarters,
she’d awoken a short time later to find the guard was
lying on top of her, slowly moving in and out of her
pussy. It wasn’t the frenzied fucking they’d done
earlier, but lazy and pleasant, and she moved her hips
along with him, enjoying it, and amazed that he was
ready to go again so soon.
The Louak home planet must have a lot of happy women.
They’d had sex a few more times, and she’d actually
kissed him, feeling his long tongue wind around hers
and explore her mouth. Then she’d sucked him off. She’d
been fucked more times tonight than she had the rest of
her life combined, but she was still horny. She wanted
to have him in her mouth. She wasn’t very good at it,
but Bakuub seemed to enjoy it anyway. He tasted
strange, though it seemed exactly as an alien being
ought to taste.
Later the guard had fallen asleep next to her. She’d
found her discarded clothes, getting a vague memory of
the previous weekend, and left, but not before peering
into the tank that contained the baffling alien
Ambassador. The lights were all dark, and she couldn’t
find it.
Somehow, in the space of a few seconds, she’d gone from
anger and fear to begging for more. She didn’t remember
exactly where the break had occurred, but it didn’t
really matter. Even if it hadn’t been her own choice,
it had been the best sex she’d ever had.
Kelly felt oily; she took a shower and then went to
bed, and dreamed of nothing till late in the evening.
She awoke feeling groggy and bad-tempered. Her whole
schedule was screwed up. She was going to have to take
a sleeping pill in order to get up on time for work the
next morning. She was hungry. She went out to the
arcade for some dinner, because she didn’t feel like
being cooped up in her quarters.
Best of luck, she ran into Josef Vicho. She was
standing by the stall that sold Indian food, waiting
for her order of lamb korma and naan bread, when the
guy swaggered up, grinning like an idiot. Thinking he
had her number. Kelly wondered perversely how he would
react if she told him she wasn’t available because she
was currently seeing a giant tentacled alien and his
manservant. The idea gave her the giggles.
Vicho saw her smiling when he came up, getting the
wrong idea.
"Heeeey, where have you been all week? I been lookin’
for ya. I thought we could get together today, but I
couldn’t get you on the phone. I guess we’ll have to
make it a late night, huh? I got some tequila for
margueritas ‘cause I know you can put ‘em away, and-"
"I can’t make it." Kelly said with a tone that was
obviously not apologetic.
"That’s what you said last time," Vicho smirked, "But
we know how THAT ended up."
"Look," Kelly switched to a tone of gentle
exasperation, "I’m seeing somebody. We broke up for a
little while, and now we’re back together. You were a
rebound, that’s all." She grabbed her order as it was
shoved through the little window. "I gotta go. Nice
seeing you again." She bustled off leaving Vicho with
his mouth open at the Indian food booth.
She laughed on the way back to her quarters, thinking
about all that had happened and all that would happen.
For a little while she was confident and optimistic
about her future, whatever it might be.
But it didn’t last long. Eventually the euphoria and
giddiness wore off, and all her old doubts began to
come back. She’d been fucked, and so had her mind.
She’d been used and degraded by an alien beast. She was
a victim, and the Station authorities had to know about
it. Fuck, that alien Ambassador was on its way to
earth! There was no telling what kind of damage it
could do if it was allowed access to the minds of all
earth’s citizens.
But what was she supposed to say? It was humiliating
even to think about, and she had no idea how she was
going to be able to talk about what had happened with
Station officials, especially since she would be
besmirching the reputation of a respected
representative of an intelligent species. It would be
her word against the Ambassador’s. Suddenly she got a
mental image of the front page of some trashy tabloid
transmission, with her picture and the headline, "I was
raped by an alien!"
She could talk, but it wouldn’t do much good. It would
only be an embarrassment to her and to the Station.
Somehow she had to deal with this herself, and she had
no idea how to go about doing it. She knew that if she
were to visit the Ambassador again, she’d be vulnerable
to its powers and have no way of protecting herself.
There was no reason to think it wouldn’t just keep
using her until she was used up.
Despite the chill that thought gave her, she couldn’t
help wondering if maybe she wouldn’t like to be used
up. There was no denying that she’d been more free and
happy while under the Ambassador’s drug than she ever
had been before. Maybe the morning-after shame would go
away, after awhile. Maybe she’d grow to enjoy it.
Maybe she should get passage off the Station. Where she
would go, she really had no idea. She had no really
special qualifications and getting work back on earth
or on another cruiser would be tough. Part of the
reason people had expanded so far from earth in the
first place was lack of space and opportunities on the
home world.
This was supposed to be an adventure, not a nightmare,
Kelly lamented. But that was what lots of space
travelers thought, when they bought their tickets. They
didn’t realize what a big, cold, mean universe it would
be until they were out there and faced with it
themselves. How childish of them.
Kelly couldn’t stay on the Rogerian with things the way
they were, and she couldn’t leave. She was going to
have to take matters into her own hands. Was it
possible to catch the Ambassador in the act, get it to
admit to something on record? No, there was no way to
record telepathic transmissions, that she knew of.
Kelly was helpless. The Ambassador hadn’t forgotten
about her, it was going to be waiting for her- no
matter where she ran to.
Continued in chapter 3...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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