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Subject: {ASSM} Some Annoying Aliens Ch 5 (mc,nc,hyp,mff,fd,md,humor,mast,bdsm,furry,robots,sf)
Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 04:10:01 -0400
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Some Annoying Aliens (mc, nc, hyp, mff, fd, md, ft, humil,
                     humor, mast, bdsm, furry, robots, sf)

Copyright 2001 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings apply.
The characters in this story have sex; if that offends
you or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read about
such things, stop now. The events in this story might not
be moral or even possible; the point is to give you a hot
fantasy, not a blueprint for life.

---

                    CHAPTER FIVE

---

  "Who sent you?"

  "I'll... never... tell..."

  *CRACK!* "We have ways to make you talk.  What did you
come here to do?"

  "... never..."

  *CRACK!*

  "Aah! ... never..."

  "Genari, where is my breakfast?"

  The question came from several rooms away.  Using her
finely tuned robotic reflexes, Genari was able to twist
her head to call out an answer over her shoulder while
still aiming a precise bullwhip stroke at her bound
captive.

  "In the kitchen, Mistress." *CRACK!*  "Tell me what I
want to know."

  "... never..."

  *CRACK!*

  "--aaah! ..."

  "And why are you not serving me, Genari?"

  "You will tell."  *CRACK!*  "Security functions
override all normal program priorities, Mistress."

  "... nooo..."

  *CRACK!*  "It will be much worse for you, the longer
you hold out."

  "... i'll never..."

  *CRACK!*

  "... AAH! ..."

  "You don't *have* any security functions, Genari."

  *CRACK!*

  "... AAAAH! ..."

  "Yes, Mistress, but due to recent events I thought I
should develop some."

  *CRACK!*

  "... AAAAAAAH! ..."

  "That's very... creative, Genari.  Now, I command
you to serve me breakfast."

  "Yes, Mistress."  Neatly coiling the whip and
setting it on the coffee table, Genari turned and walked
into the kitchen.  As she walked, her spiked black
leather teddy, black leather thigh-high boots, and black
leather mask vanished, replaced by the diaphonous robe
she wore when attending her Mistress at home.

  Behind her in the sitting room, an elaborate but neat
arrangement of ropes held a short bluish-grey creature
spread-eagle, upside down against the wall.  Naked and
apparently female, the captive sagged against the ropes
and shivered slightly in the cool air.

  In the kitchen, a small squadron of platter-shaped
serving robots awaited, next to the robotic kitchen
appliances which had actually prepared the food.  At
Genari's signal, the platters rose into the air and
followed her.

  Surrounded by food, Genari walked into the Princess's
bedroom and knelt by the side of the bed, while the
platters arranged themselves to show off their contents
for the Princess's appreciation.

  "Table, Genari," said Princess Thrrmm.

  Genari's robe vanished, and she leaned over on her
hands and knees beside the bed, her back flat and straight
like an end-table.  The Princess gestured, and a platter
landed on Genari's back.

  Next to the Princess, the sleeping form of her latest
conquest, Deke, a handsome starship pilot, stirred.

  "Good morning, my fine lover.  Roll?"

  Deke opened his eyes, blushed, grinned, and took the
breakfast roll from the Princess's hand.

  "So tell me, Genari, who were you whipping?"

  "A female Landelian, name currently unknown.  When I
stepped outside to procure flowers to adorn your breakfast
tray, she was waiting and attempted to incapacitate me
with an electric shock device."

  The Princess frowned, and exchanged a concerned look
with Deke.

  "Fortunately my design includes considerable insulation
against electrical current.  I have been attempting to
induce her to divulge her motives and plan."

  "Good thing she didn't realize you do part time as a
power outlet, eh, Genari?"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "A role which you may soon revisit, if you re-prioritize
my orders again."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "However, you have done well.  We will talk about
security functions later."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  "Now, stay and serve Deke his breakfast.  Don't get up,
Deke, just eat.  I wish to take a look at this intruder."

  Princess Thrrmm stood and stretched, revealing the full
length of a tawny, catlike body covered in delicate fur.
Her three rows of breasts stood out bare against the fur
of her chest, and Deke blushed again when she caught him
staring at them.  She winked at him, then strode out of
the room.

  In the sitting room, she found a short hairless
creature with bluish-grey, rubbery skin and rather
voluptuous hips and breasts, tied upside-down between two
posts, spread-eagle, facing the wall.  A delicate pattern
of red lines criss-crossed the creature's back, and after
a moment the Princess realized the lines formed a crudely-
shaded rendering of a part of one of her favorite erotic
paintings.  *Genari's getting too creative again,* she
thought.

  "Hello," she said to the captive, who seemed to be
having trouble catching her breath.  She walked closer.

  "I don't know what you've heard about me," she began,
and reached out to caress her captive's arm.  It was
clammy and slick.  "But I won't be using the whip.  It's
far too gentle, and the marks it leaves are far too
temporary."

  The intruder began to shudder uncontrollably, as the
Princess turned away.

--

  Sandra Bayle lingered in the shower, thinking about
her date the previous evening.

  Or maybe thinking about thinking about it, as she
couldn't seem to remember more than bits and pieces.
*I guess that means it was a really good time, huh?*
she thought to herself.  *And it WAS a wonderful date.
It was better than _Cats_.  I'm going to date him
again and again.*  Sandra reached up for more shampoo.
Her hair was unusually sticky and grimy for some
reason.

  *Tonight, in fact.  I will dress in the skimpiest
clothes I can find and come back to his place at 7.  I
wonder why I'm acting so wanton all of a sudden?  It's
kinda fun, though.*  She paused in her shampooing,
remembering all the cheesy things she'd said when she
first got to John's house, trying to get him to come
onto her.  She blushed.  *Well, that sure worked.  At
least, I THINK it did.*

  Try as she might, she couldn't quite remember what
the actual sex had been like.  *Well, I remember what
it was LIKE.  He was a wonderful fuck.  He was better
than _Cats_.  I'm going to fuck him again and again.
And there I go again-- since when do I use words like
'fuck'?  It's kinda hot to find myself doing it,
though... like I'm being overcome by a wave of
naughtiness.  'Oh, take me, naughty vibes!'*  She
giggled.

  *I guess I'll have to borrow some more clothes from
Gina.  She's got lots of sexy things... her and
Lakshmi.  A lot of my friends are really hot babes.
I should introduce them to John.  I'd love to get it
on with him and another chick.  Wow, that really
does sound sexy.  What's with my vocabulary lately
though?  Maybe I like sounding cheap?  Hm, I could be
cheap with John and Gina...*

  She started building the scene in her mind, one
soapy hand drifting down between her legs as the warm
water streamed over her naked body.  Sandra on her
back on John's rumpled bed, naked-- *or maybe wearing
ridiculous 5-inch heels, like the women in the
posters on guys' dorm room walls always seem to be--
that's really cheap, isn't it?*-- with John on top of
her pumping his glorious cock into her, while Gina,
also naked, knelt by the bed, one hand rubbing
Sandra's clit and John's cock as he slid into her, her
mouth on Sandra's breast, teasing her nipple-- *though
maybe her head would get in John's way.  Oh, fuck it,
it's only a fantasy!*-- and both of them rubbing,
sucking, pumping and stroking until--

  "OHHHHHH!"

  Sandra leaned back against the wall of the shower,
panting.  *Oh, shoot.  I hope no-one heard that...*

  *Ok, I have GOT to try this.*

--

  A quick glance at a local newspaper told Agent Zaral
Felt the problem might be worse than he'd thought.

  Printing on paper seemed charmingly quaint to Felt,
so when the ship's databanks indicated that important
items of local information were distributed by this
method, he made it a point to acquire one.  Most of
the headlines just confused him-- "Male Stripper Bears
Elvis's Love Child," "Computer Virus Causes Cancer"--
but towards the middle, right before "Classified"
he found a section entitled "Alien Abductions This
Week."

  In just the city where he'd met his contact, alone,
there were a Mr. Anders Haversson of Greenwood Ct,
Mr. Thomas Kelly of W. Main St, and Mrs. Ellen Parker-
Smith of John St.  *Three in a week.  I could spend my
entire career just tracking down First Contact
scofflaws on this benighted planet.  I knew these
border worlds attracted criminal transactions like
this mind-control device thing because they're so far
from Imperial enforcement-- and some harassment of the
natives is to be expected-- but this is ridiculous.*

  *Well, nose to the grindstone,* he thought wearily.
Looking up, he saw a native gesturing to him, and
realized that he'd been hearing occasional shouts from
that direction for some time.  Several male humans
were perched on different levels of a scaffold that
rose beyond a thin mesh fence, next to an open-air
structure of some sort.  Most of them held various
primitive tools, and seeing him looking up, several
made a coordinated high-pitched noise that Zaral
remembered from his research as a sort of pre-mating
signal.  "Hey, baby, I get off at five!" one shouted.
The others laughed.

  *Hm, maybe some pleasure before business...*

--

  Frrbnglrr, the alien spymaster, had never been so
excited to receive a package in his life.

  "Sign here, please," the delivery agent said.

  "Yes, yes, ok," muttered the alien, hastily
scrawling something on the proffered electronic pad.
"Ahhh, yes!"

  It seemed a little light to him, but he wasn't
sure how the mind-control device worked.  Perhaps
it didn't take much power.  With trembling hands he
attacked the packaging.

  *Now I can stop hiding out and actually pay that
insect... it's past their deadline but then, the
delivery was late too.  I'll find some way to re-
contact my Mistress, use the device on that
obnoxious human female who tried to blackmail me--
SHE'll be first in the line of slaves for my
Princess, I'll enjoy breaking her--*

  The package opened under his trembling hands to
reveal... an inflatable sheep.

  An insert with bold illustrations described its
suitablility for a variety of sexual acts.

  A hand-lettered note inside read, "Have fun!"

--

  "Are you sure you won't come along?"  Sandra
asked.

  "On your date?  I am *so* not getting between
you in that outfit and anybody who can inspire you
to wear it."  Gina pointedly looked Sandra up and
down.

  Gina's skimpiest pair of shorts-- a bit tight on
Sandra, so they stretched lovingly over her butt--
combined with a tiny one-shoulder spandex halter
top to make what was technically cloting, but
might well get her arrested for solicitation in
some parts of the city.  A pair of one-inch-heel
pumps borrowed from a girl down the hall who shared
Sandra's shoe size completed the outfit, though,
unfamiliar with heels, Sandra could barely walk in
them.

  *But getting you between us is the idea,* Sandra
thought, trying to hide her disappointment.  "Ok,
well, see you later," she said.

  "Have fun.  I won't wait up," Gina winked.

  Unsteady on her heels, Sandra awkwardly left.

  *Wow, it's like this was her first taste of sex--
I knew she was on the pill, but she said it was just
to fix her periods, but I assumed... And it's
opened up a whole new world for her.  I tried to
get her to at least wear decent shoes, but she's
totally fixated on the whole skimpy-clothes,
trashy look.  Well, that twit better not hurt her,*
Gina thought.

  Once her roommate was gone, Gina rang up her
friend Greg to commandeer his convertible.  It was
a nice day out, and the web search for sheep wasn't
turning up much.  Time to resort to low-tech methods.

--

  Galaxies away, in Princess Thrrmm's sitting room,
writhing tentacles reached for the bound captive,
who shuddered and tried to pull away.

  "It's really quite invasive," Princess Thrrmm
commented, "but then, you know all about
invasiveness, don't you?  Why were you trying to
break into my home?"

  Though pale and shaking, the captive remained
silent.

  "Well, it must be the hard way, then.  I'd take
you down to the real torture chamber, where I have
a wider range of tools, but you're already tied up
so prettily, it might be fun to just break you
here."  She touched a control, and the tentacles
began slowly exploring and twining themselves
about the prisoner's body.

  "And this toy was convenient.  It can produce an
impressive... range of sensation, as you'll soon
learn.  There is the slight danger of driving you
irrevocably insane... but no-one can hold out
against it for long."

  The bound captive shuddered and tried to twist
away as the tentacles slowly caressed her body,
touching and probing.

  "Oh, boy, the wiggly toy!  Can I play with it
when you're done?" a voice broke in.

  The Princess closed her eyes and sighed.  "No,
Genari, you may not."

--

  Zaral Felt left the stunned body of his erstwhile
companion lying in the alley they'd ducked into
together.

  "Damn.  Ship, why didn't you remind me about the
humans' touchiness about gender?  I dislike using
the stunner on the natives, but he was very angry
to realize I was not a female!"

  "You read the briefings.  You indicated that you
were aware of the problem."

  "Yeah... I'll have to be more aware of it.  All
right, nose really back to the grindstone this time.
Where's the nearest one of those abductees?"  As
the ship fed the address into his ear, he set off
to interview Mr. Haversson about the aliens who'd
kidnapped him.

--

  "So, what are we looking for?"  Greg asked, as
he drove Gina outside the city.

  "Sheep," Gina replied.

  "Sheep, huh?  Got a thing for 'em?" he leered
good-naturedly.

  "No, though I've always heard about guys doing it
with them, and I admit I'm kinda curious what that
would look like..."

  "Shoot, if it turns you on, *I*'d be willing to--"

  "Don't finish that sentence."

  "But--"

  "No.  Every relationship has some things it cannot
survive.  Ours cannot survive you talking about
fucking a sheep."

  "Oh."

  Silence reigned in the car for a moment, as farms
passed outside.

  "So, ah... what do you see as our 'relationship,'
exactly?"

  "Well, you do favors for me, secretly hoping to
get laid but afraid to bring the topic up directly
lest I respond with mockery and ridicule, crushing
your fragile male ego like a tiny helpless insect."

  "Uh... oh.  Um... well, uh--"

  "No."

  "You know, I'm not sure that's a very good deal
from my end.  It kinda sounds like--"

  "Have I mentioned how *cute* you are when you're
suspicious?"

  *She thinks I'm cute!* Greg thought.  "Um..."
suddenly he pointed out the window.  "Hey, there's
one!"

--

  Forgetting his command to Sandra to come back at
7, John Park took a nap after his strenuous
underwater basket-weaving class, and was asleep
when she rang the doorbell.  Half-belting on a
bathrobe, he drowsily stumbled to the door.

  "Hello?  Oh... oh, wow."

  "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Sandra asked, still
privately embarassed at her own outfit and her
daring in wearing it, but pleased to see his
awestruck reaction.  She leaned against the door-
jamb and cocked a hip, posing for him to get a
good look.

  "Huh? Um... yeah..."

  "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

  "Yeah!  Yeah, come in, and, um..." John couldn't
remember where he'd left the mind-control ray.  He
patted the pockets of his bathrobe, and peered
around the dim hallway as Sandra stepped inside
and closed the door behind her.

  "So... what did you want to do tonight?" she
asked coyly.

  "Do?  Um, gosh, we ah... can we go in the other
room?"  *It must be in the bedroom somewhere* he
thought confusedly.

  Sandra slipped close to him, maneuvering his
arm around her waist as they slowly moved down
the hall.  "We could... go to a movie," she
suggested teasingly.  "Or out for pizza..." her
spandex-bound breast brushed against his naked
chest where the bathrobe had slipped open.

  "Sure, uh, that sounds fine, uh, just let me
get--"

  "Or we could," she put her arms around him,
stopping him against the wall, "stay in."
Looking into his eyes and slowly, deliberately
licking her lips, she slid one hand down the
front of his robe, slipping inside.

  "That works for me," he answered weakly.




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