J McKenna - Slave Planet

The old man just watched her, fascinated. Don’t they have doctors on this planet? What if someone breaks a leg?

Returning to the water, Beth dipped a cup into it and gave Greta the headache pills, letting her swallow a little water. “I wish I had my scanner. I could see how that concussion is doing,” she remarked.

“It’s OK. I think I’m feeling a little better,” Greta said. “Where are we?”

“This man bought us at the auction, remember?

“Bought us?” Her memory was spotty.

“Yes. I think that means we’re his property,” she said. “But he seems harmless. Best of all, I convinced him to get us a Ute!”

Greta sat up. “We’ve got a Ute?”

Beth nodded. “It’s processing. With the Spike’s help, I hope to accelerate its learning curve.”

“Spike?” She giggled, seeing his hair. “God, yes. I’d love to be able to talk to these guys.” She grimaced.

“Hey, don’t overdo it. You should rest. You might feel better tomorrow.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. In minutes, she fell asleep again.

Beth looked around the room and identified several items that would have English equivalents. She motioned the man over. “Table,” she said.

“ Lukita .”

She showed him how to press the button to tell the machine of a direct counterpart. Over the next half-hour, Beth programmed three dozen words. She checked the light on the device—it still glowed red. It needed more time.

“So, tell me about yourself,” she told the old man. “Why did you buy us? You don’t seem like the slave-owning type.”

The man shook his head.

“I know you don’t know what I’m saying, just talk to me,” she insisted, pointing to the device.

The man spoke a few words, then fell silent. Just like a man, he wasn’t much of a talker. Beth got another idea. She approached him. Taking one of his hands into hers, she brought it to her breast. “Breast,” she said.

“ Murisk ,” he murmured. She pointed to the Ute. He pressed the button and repeated the words. He seemed less afraid of the machine now. That was one big difference between these people and Earthlings of the 16 thcentury, she realized. The Devonites were more willing to adapt to change. A device like this on Earth during that time would’ve sent most men screaming, only to return later to burn Beth at the stake. Perhaps they didn’t have the strong religious influences that they have on Earth.

She touched other body parts, her arm, her head, her leg, getting the humanoid’s response in return. Beth was beginning to feel a certain kinship with this man. So she stroked the outside of his loincloth and said, “Penis.”

Confusion flitted across his face. He pulled at the loincloth. “ Naronga?”

Beth slid her hand past the leather thong holding the garment into place and let her hand touch his cock. “Penis,” she repeated. It twitched and began to stiffen in her hand. My god, it’s huge , she thought.

He smiled and looked down. “ Gangar ,” he said softly. Beth took the Ute from his unresisting finger and repeated the words. “I’ll bet that’s not the only word you have for it, huh?”

Spike surprised her when he reached out and cupped his hand over her bare mound, letting his fingers cover her cleft. “ Slokuna ,” he whispered.

Gee, which word should I use? The politically correct word or one of the many risque ones? “Vagina,” she whispered back. “It’s also known as cunt, pussy, or Beth’s pleasure palace.” She giggled.

“What the hell are you doing?” Beth was mortified to hear Greta’s voice. The headache pills must be working.

“Uh, oh—sorry, commander. I was just, um, helping Spike here, uh…”

“Never mind. I don’t want to know. As an anthropologist, I’m assuming you’re just doing research. But you’d better be careful—you might learn a lot more than you wanted to.”

Embarrassed, Beth slipped away from the man. He cocked his head, his brow furrowing. He said something. There was an edge to his voice. Beth glanced down to see his penis tenting his loincloth.

“Uh, oh,” Beth said. “I think I may have started something.” She shook her head. Spike grabbed her and pulled her close, rubbing his erection against her.

“Oh, god. Get a room.”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to tease him like this, Commander. I was just trying to program the Ute—”

“Sure you were. And a very effective job you’re doing, I can see. As mission commander, you know I’ll have to report everything I observe.” Beth blanched. Greta grinned, then covered her face with the cloth. “OK, I won’t watch. But it’s going to be harder not to listen, you know.”

Beth was being pulled over to the man’s bedding mat in one corner. “Oh, god, no!” How could she get herself into this situation? Had she secretly wanted to arouse him? Why else would she tease him?

There was something about this man she liked, she had to admit. He wasn’t cruel like many of the others appeared to be. He was intelligent and curious, just like Beth. And he was big. At 6-3, he towered over Beth’s 5-4 frame. But this man clearly wanted her and didn’t care if she carried a few extra pounds. That alone made her wet. Why shouldn’t she get laid once in a while, even if it is with a being from another planet?

“OK, Commander, I’m only doing this in the interests of science,” she breathed.

“I’m not list-en-ing,” Greta sang out, her fingers in her ears.

Spike pulled her down roughly. She felt delicate in his arms. Beth tried to be at least somewhat objective in order to learn more about this sister race. When he pulled his loincloth aside, she studied his cock. Yes, it was very similar to human cocks. Bulbous head, thick shaft. And about a full size larger. She felt an urge to kiss it, but didn’t know if that was the custom here. Instead, she stroked it gently, letting her fingers play up and down the large shaft, imagining it inside her. Suddenly, Beth felt herself becoming very wet.

Spike eased between her legs. She spread them almost eagerly. This man—this humanoid—wanted her! He had to have her. She wasn’t going to deny him. Beth reached up and kissed him on the mouth. He smiled and kissed her back.

What do you know? Another human trait the species share!

She reached down and opened herself for him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. I haven’t been laid in more than a year! Still, it was risky, she knew. This species’ sperm could be harmful to humans. There could be microbes we have no defense against. Even as these thoughts raced through her mind, Spike pressed his alien cock into her. It was a tight fit at first. He wiggled and pressed, even as her pussy gushed fluids to coat his enormous tool. It didn’t take long before she felt his balls slap against her ass.

Beth widened her legs and sighed deeply. He filled her completely. “Size does matter,” she whispered.

Spike pumped into her in earnest. He did not seem concerned for her pleasure, only his. Still, she was getting plenty from this close encounter of the third kind. Or maybe it’s the fourth kind.

Beth felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. How could this be? We’re not supposed to be compatible. Spike pulled her legs up over his shoulders, bending her almost in half. It allowed his cock to plunge deeper into her. The sensation was overpowering. Her orgasm was nearing, nearing. She began to make inarticulate noises in her throat. She didn’t care if Greta could hear—in fact, she was no longer aware her commander was in the room.

He thrust hard and she felt his sperm squirt into her. The action triggered her own climax and she gasped and cried and shook all over as the emotions rocked her. “Sweet Jesus! Oh god!”