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Another World

By: MINKX



Another something different from me. Sometimes I just wanna try something new. So many things on my mind, I just wanna play with ideas. Hate what I'm doing, or actually like my marshmallows fluff, let me know...I do listen, smiles.

*

We had been lost for about three hours now. And as was always the case between Lynn and I we had been squabbling and snarling at each other the entire time. It was a toss up in regards to which of us hated the other the most.

She kept ranting on that I was a redneck country boonies hic, and wasn't I supposed to be able to read the moss or something and figure out where the hell we were?

I retaliated by pointing out that if she hadn't gotten scared by a fucking harmless bloody woodchuck and gone crashing off away from the clearly marked trail, causing me in my saintly concern to chase after her, we'd be safely back at the camp site with our firewood eating smores.

"Chocolate is bad for the skin." She'd retorted snottily. "And this just proves I run faster then you!"

"Hah!" I'd retorted inelegantly, and briefly entertained the idea of hip checking her into that tempting patch of poison icy we were passing by.

Then I pictured being lost in the woods with the rich bitch from hell, and her covered head to toe in poison ivy, itchy rash, and hastily steered her safely away.

"Only thing it proves is that you're fucking deaf. In three miles of running like a moron, you never once heard me screaming at the top of my lungs, it's just a wood chuck?"

"What's a wood chuck?" She snapped.

I gaped at her speechlessly for a moment. "Augh, kill me now!"

"Quit whining, you're giving me a head ache." 

Well, that was the point I lost it. To be honest I was readying myself for the leap at her throat when she made this small, choked, hopeless sound. And leaped back ramming full body into me so hard I tumbled back onto my ass.

"What now!" I snarled in a rage, rolling to a crouch and rubbing my throbbing butt. I figured it was prolly a fricking hedgehog or something, but still...

"What, did you see a squirrel?" I snarled viciously.

"What is a squirrel?"

"Oh please! You better be kidding me! Whoa! Who the hell are you?"

I took as good of a second look as I could while lunging fierce and frantic back on my feet, with Lynn scrabbling backwards pushing me along with her.

"Quit shoving damn it! And on second thought, what the hell are you?"

It was obviously male, but I was pretty sure it was not from around here!

His eyes were pure silver, with pupils like a cat's eyes but horizontal, rather then vertical.

And he was huge! Over seven feet tall, with shoulders that would have him going through sideways, most of the doors I'd seen.

And you hear about men with thighs the size of a woman's waist? Will here was proof that actually could be true. I eyed Lynn, who was a bit shorter and more delicate then me, having the crazy thought that those thighs might actually be a bit thicker then her waist.

It's not like we don't grow them big here. You get the wrestlers, bouncers, body guards, foot ball players. But this man's massiveness was just flat out wrong. It was alien, for anyone with half an eye to see.

This body was made for, meant for some other place. Some world much different then Earth.

He didn't belong here.

And when those cold, hostile eyes flicked to me, I found myself wishing for someone to beam him up and off to where the hell he did belong!

"Be silent." He growled.

His silver eyes slid back to Lynn again, and then he smiled.

Oh fuck. I desperately wanted to never see that man smile again. And as much as I honestly did loathe Lynn, I still felt bad over being grateful that he was smiling at her and not me.

"I told you I would find you again. You should not have betrayed me."

He smiled at her with a conquers arrogant grin, and I shuddered.

"I'll make you scream for that." He purred to her in dangerous promise.

Now I'm not known for holding silent, nor thinking before I blurt out whatever comes to mind, so what happened next, was kind of inevitable. And when you add in the Irish temper, unavoidable.

"Lynn, do you know this freak?" I demanded.

Those viper eyes flickered back at me.

"I told you to be silent slut." He growled and took a quick step forward to backhand me.

He hit me the way you'd chasten a kitten for nipping too hard, that gentle flick to the nose. Or how you'd gently tap a naughty toddler's rump.

He'd used the barest portion of what only an idiot wouldn't see was formidable strength. If he'd have struck me as he'd have hit what he considered an enemy, or a true threat, I'd have flown thirty feet and been dead of a broken neck before I landed.

But I have issues with anyone, no matter how big, hitting me. Plus I have this Irish temper that I seem able to lose under any circumstances, no matter how, the question begs, are you fucking insane?

And ask anyone who knows me...no impulse control at all. It's a given that in any situation I will act first and then think about the world of ways I went fucked up wrong later.

So when he called me slut, and hit me...

I guess he didn't consider either one of us anything of a threat. He knew Lynn wasn't, and even though I was almost three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier, I was still merely just another female to his eyes.

But for all my flaws, which I admit are rather profuse, I have an extremely quick brain.

I'd noticed that he appeared to be normally "male" down there. Couldn't exactly fail to get that considering how tightly the thin fabric of his trousers clung to his lower body.

Hey, I'm a female with normal sex drives, sometimes you notice that stuff, even when freaked, tweaked and totally confused!

So I did this split second considering, contemplating and computing while he ignored me, his eyes totally on Lynn. And then I took a fast step forward and kicked him between the legs as hard as I could!

And bottom line where that matter is concerned, when an athletic young woman wearing steel toed hiking boots connects with the jewels head on, it's going to hurt!

He folded in half and I stepped in and rammed my knee up under his dropping chin, then punched him in the nose.

"Fuck, damn it ouch!" I yowled, never having actually hit anyone before, sucking on my aching hand and jumping around.

The body that crashed down on its back made as much noise as a young oak being sundered in a summer storm.

It made me forget about my stinging fingers and gawk for a moment. "What the hell does that guy weigh?" By this point, I think I'd slipped into loony land. Stupid, unimportant things kept grabbing my attention.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Lynn was hyperventilating. "You just punched out a Kull."

"He hit me first." I whined. "And hey technically I think it was the knee..."

Hey, so that was what he was. I slapped myself literally upside the head and forced my mind out of the dazed shock it wanted to melt comfortably into.

"And why are we still here?" I grabbed her arm. "Come on Miss-faster-then-me...RUN!"

Her eyes flashed up to me, for a moment still filled with hopelessness, then she turned and was off with that sprinter's burst of speed.

I yelped, and took off after her.

Both of us still totally lost in a 400 acre state park.

We just kicked it in, and kicked it on. The fuck where we were, hell with where we were going. Being a sprinter, Lynn was still for the moment ahead of me. And she was flying through the forest, hurdling bushes or just flat out bashing through them so that she fed me with her panic.

I didn't have to waste time asking questions. What ever it was I'd managed to knock out back there, we needed to get far away from it!

We hadn't even been running for five minutes, not even starting to breath hard, either one of us, the sprinter or the cross country runner, when we heard a strange, yodeling howl coming from behind us.

"Holy hell!" I yelped, tripping over a patch of moss when my eyes whipped across to Lynn, who was racing just barely ahead of me. I stagger step ran a dozen yards before I got my feet back under control. No way was I going down with that behind us!

"He's up already!" I tried to yell.

I'd kicked him so hard a human male would have laid there clutching his balls for half an hour!!

"He's Kull!"

"He isn't fucking human!" I tossed back.

"No shit, twit!"

Oh cool, the bitch was back. Lynn was obviously coming out of the shock that had grabbed her when that...person, had appeared.

Or at least she was until we heard the second , answering howl. This one coming from somewhere ahead and to the left of us.

"Oh god!" She gasped out. "They never travel alone! How could I have forgotten that?"

She did her own hip check on me, the instant the trees thinned enough that we could start running to the right, away from the yodeler up ahead of us.

We were both runners.

But Lynn ran sprints. She did the 100 yard dash, the 200, relays for one or the other, sometimes the 400 yard dash if the couch needed to fill an opening.

But she was a sprinter.

My sport was cross country. I did track in the spring mainly to keep in training. I ran the mile, or 800 meters. I wasn't as fast in a quick sprint as Lynn was. But I could run for miles at a decent pace. Lynn couldn't keep up with me when the miles piled on.

So I was still barely winded. Lynn was keeping pace with me, but she was starting to gasp and pant.

And the two Kull were closing the gap. Steadily pulling nearer to us, like two jaws of a trap closing.

"They don't stop yodeling to each other I'm so going to kill them!" I panted to Lynn. "Way to tell us we're lame!" I snarled painfully.

"That guy was a mountain lion!" I panted. "How can something that big move so fast...and keep moving"

They're Kull!" She gasped, barely able to run and still speak.

I snarled silently to myself. Well hey, I know now what I hate most on God's green fricking earth!

Was amusing to chant to myself "hate Kull, hate Kull" with every stride, but didn't do anything about the fact that the fuckers were gaining on us!

We could hear them now, just barely.

They made almost no sound moving through the woods.

Lynn and I were crashing through like a pack of tabloid photographers after Bigfoot, 

"We have to separate!" Lynn panted out.

"What!" I looked at her sharply, almost lost my head to a low limb, ducked and swerved under it and kept running as fast as I could. "No! We stay together!"

"They're after me Katt. They don't want you."

Nobody wants me, I spat silently, then shook my head, trying to regain sanity, yelped, and ducked under a mass off branches, running hunched over.

"Where the fuck are we! You and that fucking hedge hog!" I snarled. ""I am finding that thing and..."

"Maybe You can find help?" Lynn gasped out, sucking air hard as she ran.

I was trying to suck in enough air to really howl at her when she tossed in the kicker.

"I can't run much longer."

Ah hell. Fuck me sideways.

Her breathing sounded horrible. She was gasping, gulping, and fighting for air.

She wasn't running smooth any more either. She was stumbling and dragging her feet, catching them in the rough patches of weeds and fallen limbs that I was still leaping almost easily over.

Lynn was used to running maybe 15-20 miles a week. I ran 40 or 50. I wanted to run marathons, and I trained hard.

"Lynn, I can't just leave!"

Lynn tried to smile, panting, sweating, a smile more then she could manage. "I don't want you caught up, even if I still do hate you, you redneck bumpkin!"

I looked at her for a second, then veered off at an angle, nearly killing myself on trees and bushes trying to get my stride back

I knew she did honestly still hate me. You can't just erase years of loathing. If she wanted me to get away, I was going to run like the hounds of hell were after me! When you get involved with things even your worst enemy doesn't wish upon you....RUN!

I did feel bad leaving her.

But I kicked it up, running hard and fast. Even though I still had no idea where I was or where I was headed. If it was away from either of the Kulls, seemed like a good idea to me!

About five minutes after I veered away from. Lynn, I heard that howl again, this time sounding savagely, gleefully triumphant.

Seconds later I heard a female scream....which was almost instantly cut off by a hand, or a mouth. I froze for a second, almost slamming myself out cold on a massive tree, slid past it and kept running.

What was I supposed to do? What could I do?

Not like I could pull the same trick twice on a seven foot plus giant.

All I could think to do was keep running, even having no clue where I was.

I just had to hope he wasn't hurting Lynn. I'd seen the lust in the Kull's eyes. He'd had her before.

I tried to run faster and hard, but I also tried to run more quietly.

I just wanted to get away now. I didn't even care about finding a road, or the camp site, 

or cops.

Away was what I wanted. As far and as fast as my runner's body could take me.

And then suddenly I heard that yodeling howl behind me, so close I lost focus for a second and almost smashed face first into a huge pine tree, missing it only at the last second.

I swirled past the tree, cross country mets with ballet. And I ran so hard I wondered if my lungs would explode.

Forget about being quiet! That howl was less then a hundred yards away!

Why was this second Kull still following me? And who the hell would believe me?

"Well you see officer's there are these aliens. Well yeah I hate Lynn, but I didn't do anything to her, honest. It was the Kull!"

"What the hell happened to they don't want me!" I yelped out loud.

And the sound that greeted me had closed half the distance.

And suddenly the only thing that mattered was running as fast as I could!

Ths wasn't the howl of the Kull I'd just barely managed to knock out.

This was the second one. So why was he still in pursuit?

I burst out of the trees into a clearing, thought abstractly, oh that stream is pretty, ran about half way across the clearing, still moving strong, before being tackled from behind.

We went down in a whirling tangle of limbs and flying hair.

I hadn't even noticed that I'd lost the tie that contained my waist length braid, too busy running.

His long hair was also loose.

I had a moment of thinking good thing I wasn't on the bottom of the pile, god he's larger then the other Kull, before I was suddenly in a battle I was sure to lose.

*

Good stuff next time, I promise! 3-4 hours of this, I'm tired...lol. Hope ya all don't hate it.

Another World



River spent most of her time outdoors. There were few indoor places that she really wanted to be. When she had to be home, she hid in her room with a book and headphones on, trying not to hear her parents fighting. She could barely remember times that they weren't fighting. The woods around her house were more her home.

She did have friends—well, primarily one friend. Alice. They would explore together on their bikes: sometimes into town, sometimes along the deer paths in the forest, sometimes up the foothills towards the mountains, sometimes down to the river. They had met when the two were thirteen, in art class at the middle school. Alice was new and River was lonely. They both enjoyed alone time, but it became evident very quickly that they preferred each other's company to anybody else's. They would visit each other's houses and make crafts or write plays that they would perform. They lived in a fantasy world, far past the age that most people do. They would make costumes out of leaves and prepare feasts of inedible wild berries.

When River was sixteen, Alice convinced her to let her dye her hair. Alice's hair was very dark, and to dye it any color would require an ocean of bleach. River's hair, however, was a light blonde that turned even lighter in the summer. They made an afternoon of it, playing records in the background while Alice rubbed dye in her hair. The color was lavender, and they both laughed when it was done, as River spun in circles, her shoulder-length hair flying, sending little droplets of purple all over her bathroom.

They let the color fade down until her hair was long and had only tips of purple. She was seventeen now.

They both excelled at school, but would play hooky sometimes if it was an exceptionally beautiful day and the earth was calling them. It was their senior year, and it was autumn, and the trees were on fire, and they could barely sit in their classrooms.

It was after a day spent quietly by the river, lying on rocks, leaves falling around them, that they got the news. Alice's family was moving again, this time to Japan. 6,600 miles away. Wordlessly, they grabbed their bikes and rode up the hills, climbing higher than they ever had before. They finally stopped, exhausted, to drink water and rest by the side of the road. Alice cried. They held each other.

A few weeks later, River helped Alice's family load their things into a moving van. They didn't promise to write or to stay in touch—it didn't need to be said. They sat on a mattress in a moving van, frozen in this afternoon. River ran her hands through Alice's hair and hummed a song they had made up.

That night, River snuck out of her house and walked to the clearing in the trees nearby. She laid down her blanket and spread out on it. She watched the stars. "Alone again," she murmured. Sleep came sooner than she expected.

For her eighteenth birthday, she blew out a candle on a cupcake and got to listen to her parents fight about her future. College seemed so far off. All she wanted was the woods. If she had to pick a career, park ranger seemed the closest to something that would actually fulfill her. But she thought seriously about just surviving somewhere—bringing some seeds and tools and foraging and living in the woods. Alone. She was meant to be alone, she supposed.

It was the dead of winter and the fact that she was an adult now meant nothing to her. Later that evening, she lay in her bed, trying to drown out the yelling with her heaviest music, but everything felt hopeless. What was the point of going to sleep? Going on in general? The only person who had ever really loved her was gone, and the possibility of seeing her again was so distant, so vague, that it didn't seem real.

This was it. She couldn't take anymore. She grabbed her backpacking gear and began to pack. Warm clothes, light clothes—she didn't know how long she'd be gone. A few books. The stuffed deer that Alice had sewed her. The necklace they had made together, one for each of them: a felted acorn on a cord. A journal. She tiptoed to the panty and took what she could—nuts, dried fruit, canned beans, granola bars, bread—enough for now. She had money from walking dogs and could buy more food when she came across it.

She sat on her bed, eyes closed. What was missing? This almost felt right. But there was something...she lay down and searched the ceiling. Then it occurred to her, and she made her way to the bathroom. Grabbing her scissors, she cut her hair back to shoulder length. Searching in her cabinet for what was left of that old dye, she followed the instructions and rested while it soaked in. She took what was probably the last shower she would have for a while, and then slept, setting her alarm for sunrise.

When the alarm went off, she jumped out of bed, feeling more rested than she had since she and Alice would sleep together, curled into a ball. She left a note in the kitchen saying that she was safe, but she had to leave. Pulling a fleece-lined hat on over her short lavender hair, she wrapped herself in warm clothes and took off into the snowy wilderness, her necklace nestled under her sweater, scarf, and coat.

She walked until the sun was high overhead. She still knew where she was—she had crossed the iced-over river, and was skirting along the edges of the nearest mountain—but if she kept going at this pace, she would be out of her depth by tomorrow. That was fine by her. She built a fire and sat by it quietly, eating baked beans from a can. She wrote in her journal, noting all the birds she had observed and musing on the silence of winter, with all the insects dead or quiet.

She slept in her tent that night, covered in long underwear, wool socks, and a fleece hat. It was peaceful.

When the sun rose in the morning, she packed up and went on her way again. This land was less familiar to her—she knew generally where she was, thanks to her map and compass, but hadn't been here before. When she came to a stream, she cracked the ice and filtered water into her bottles.

She was sitting, pumping, watching the water flow through the filter's tube, when she heard a sound in the woods behind her. She turned her head quickly to see a stag observing her. He was clearly aware of her, but also exhibited a nonchalance that made her smile. He munched on the bark from a branch, keeping a lazy eye on her. She had always wished she could talk to animals and have them be her companions, her friends. Without really knowing what she was doing, she began to walk closer to the stag, a gentle hand outreached. He didn't run away, but looked at her almost knowingly. She was close enough to touch him, but instead sank to her knees and reached out her hands, seeing if he would come to her. After a long moment, he leaned his head down and nuzzled her hands. Her laughter was quiet but full of innocent delight. 

He looked into her eyes and stamped his foot gently, turning away purposefully, and looking back at her again. It seemed imaginary, the way he was so clearly indicating that she should follow him. But she had always been quick to fall to imagination. She finished pumping water while he waited, and then she trailed after him. They walked all day, her attention so fixed on the stag that she lost complete track of where they were.

Was this real? Was it getting warmer even though the sun was going down? She began to shed items of clothing, moving on as though in a trance. Like stop-motion photography of winter turning to spring, the snow melted around her, and green grew up in abundance. She had to stop to change out of her long underwear, and the stag waited patiently for her. Newly clad in brown hemp shorts and a grey tank top, she followed him into the unknown again.

This land didn't look anything like what she knew. The earth was incredibly rich, almost volcanic, and the plants were seemed more tropical, or at least temperate, compared to her hardy New England flora. This was seeming more and more like a dream by the moment. Had she gone entirely off the deep end? Did it matter?

Darkness seemed to be taking forever to fall. The sunset sat stubbornly in the sky like a child who doesn't want to leave a playdate. They reached the top of a mountain, without her even realizing that they had been climbing a mountain. Luminous colors painted the view below—definitely not New England. She was in some kind of gentle jungle.

She didn't pitch her tent that night. She slept under the stars, curled up with her companion.

Dawn broke and she awoke to find herself resting alone. She looked around and her heart jumped at the sight of a young man sitting on the peak of the mountain, legs dangling over a rock at the edge. His skin was a light brown, almost like the fur of the stag. His hair was a jumble of almond-colored curls. But what really struck her was his nudity. She stared at him for a while, looked around for her animal friend, and then stared at him for a while longer.

Finally, she crept over to where he was and stood a little ways behind him. "Hello?" she said tentatively.

He turned around to smile at her. His eyes were large and expressive, with long eyelashes. His irises were amber and a dark brown that looked like the soil. He was beautiful.

"Hello," he said, still smiling as though speaking to an old friend.

"Do...do I know you?" she stammered.

He reached out a hand, which she took instinctively. He guided her to sit next to him. She blushed at being so close to his naked body but tried to keep her eyes level with his.

"We've been traveling together," he said, confirming what she hadn't dared to wonder.

"But...how?"

"This isn't where you are from. Life works differently here. We can be all forms. I visit your world sometimes. I was drawn to you. I could tell you were lost. That you needed a home. So I brought you here."

"I wasn't lost. I had a compass."

"Not that sort of lost."

She wasn't sure what to say. Their hands were still touching. She did feel...at peace here.

"Is this your home?" she asked, awash with curiosity.

"Not quite. We're on our way. I live by that waterfall," he said, pointing down below, where she could see a magnificent waterfall catching the light of the sunrise. "I think you will like it."

They sat together in silence for a while. The air was sweet here. She felt like it was holding her, wrapping her in its warmth. When the sun finally broke free of the horizon, he stood up, pulling her up with him. She started for her backpack to find food, but he shook his head and indicated for her to look overhead. The trees above them were heavy with fruit. He climbed up and picked some. They were sweet, fresh, and filling. She closed her eyes while she bit into them and felt absolute bliss.

Soon they made their way down the mountain, towards his home. They walked all day, stopping only to eat fruit from the trees. There were so many different kinds, and she was delighted by every new one. He encouraged her to drink water straight from the streams. It tasted pure.

It was sunset again by the time they reached his home. She gasped when she saw it: a huge, multi-story treehouse alongside the waterfall. The vapor from the waterfall cast rainbows across her vision, and she reached for his hand. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

The sun shot streamers of violent light into the sky, holding on for dear life as it sunk into the treeline. He jumped into the pool at the base of the falls and gestured for her to follow him. Without thinking of modesty—perhaps because she had gotten used to his bare form—she stripped off her clothes, completely bare besides her delicate necklace, and slipped into the cool water, her slight frame enveloped by its healing ripples. They swam together, cleansing their bodies of sweat and dirt. Her light violet hair shimmered. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was lithe but powerful, like the stag. His face held so much gentleness and kindness.

They floated together in the water as the stars began to come out.

"Why me?" she asked, simply.

He held her hand again. "You're pure of heart. You belong here."

It was her turn to smile at him.

Finally, they climbed out of the water, and she left her clothes on the ground without a thought. They climbed into the treehouse, up to the very top, where the roof was only slats with space between to see the messy splatter of stars. There was a soft bed, made of a substance that felt almost like moss. He had a quilt that seemed out of place—he explained that he had found it abandoned on one of his excursions to her world. They curled up together under the quilt, exhausted from their journey, but wide awake with excitement and appreciation of the life all around them.

Their hands played under the cover, exploring the ridges of each other's knuckles and the softness of each other's palms. Their bodies were so close, so warm, trembling with life. As he ran his fingers lightly over her sensitive palm, he pressed his lips to hers. Kissing him was like drinking sunlight. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues had a wordless conversation. He moved his mouth down her neck as his hands spread her arms out, touching their tender undersides. She whimpered as he found her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He held her arms down gently as he explored her collarbones and chest with his searching tongue.

She had never experienced anything like this before. Not even a kiss. And this was everything, all at once. It felt perfect.

He let go of her arms to move farther down the bed, and she quickly moved her hands to touch him, feeling the soft hair on his forearms and across his chest. She followed the hair down to his bellybutton but he moved down out of reach with a smile. Spreading her legs apart, he kissed her inner thigh, starting from her knee and moving higher and higher, before switching to the other one. She was wet and aching for him. He moved up to kiss her one more time, his hard cock brushing against her wetness, before sinking down between her legs with a purposeful lick.

She sighed with lust. The stars felt like they were massaging her whole body, while his tongue darted around her swollen clit. She couldn't take how good it felt, and wrapped her legs around him with a pathetic whimper. He traced around her every fold before slipping his tongue inside her, eliciting a moan. He kissed his way back up to her clit and watched her raptured face while he pressed a finger into her tight virginity. She gasped as he slid it deeper inside her, opening her up. He found her g-spot and tapped against it, making her cry out, her back arching in shock.

Running his other hand lightly across her sensitive breasts, he swirled around her clit and probed inside her. River was drowning in some sort of blanket of pleasure, and yet she felt lifted up at the same time. The stars beat down on her and she opened her eyes wide to take it all in. Her body began to shake and the pleasure ran through her blood, filling her with what felt like a combination of liquid star silver and fresh orange fruit. She couldn't tell if she was screaming or absolutely silent. Her hips were rocking back and forth against him, but she froze as the sensation of his touch paralyzed her and filled her body with a feeling that felt so wonderful it was almost painful. Was she crying? Her orgasm erased her from reality for what felt like hours. 

When she came to, he was lying next to her on the bed, holding her. She turned to him and they kissed with quiet rapture. 

She pulled away just for a moment—"I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her back. He didn't need to say it. They fell asleep together.

The sun came timidly into the sky the next morning, washing everything with the palest blue. They awoke at the same time.

Silently, they climbed down the treehouse to the pool. The roar of the waterfall was a comforting constant. They swam again, and it was like a purifying ritual. River could feel all of her burdens that still remained wash away. She felt like a leaf in the water.

After drying off in the sun, he suggested they go exploring and climb the next mountain over. She laughed with surprise and delight when he transformed into a massive wild cat, and indicated that she should sit on his back. She held on tight as he padded through the jungle, splashing through streams. She rubbed his ears and he purred as he climbed higher and higher. When they reached the scraggly rocks near the peak, he turned into a man again, and they scaled it together. They lay in the sun, feeling the wind evaporate their sweat.

When the heat of the high sun on their bare skin grew too strong, they went back under the cooling trees. They picked and ate fruit, throwing pits playfully at each other. They set off again, and came across a beautiful fallen tree, covered in moss—a whole ecosystem built on death. They explored it together, touching the mushrooms and the lichen.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, pressing their naked bodies together. She shivered with desire. He ran his fingers up and down her arms, stopping finally to massage her neck and kiss her. She felt him grow hard against her as they kissed, his strong hands kneading her soft skin. He pulled away for a moment and looked deep into her eyes. He twirled her lavender hair in his fingers and tucked it lovingly behind her ear. His other hand found its way between her legs. He smiled when he felt how wet she was. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted him, all of him.

He kissed her once more and then firmly turned her away from him, pressing her back down until her chest was resting on the fallen tree. He rubbed her behind teasingly as she ached for him. Spreading her legs apart purposefully, he rubbed his thick head against her wetness. She moaned. This was so animalistic, so raw, so pure. She just wanted to give herself over to him completely. This was all she wanted.

He groaned lustfully as he pressed into her. She could feel her body opening, accepting him. There was some discomfort, but mostly just the incredible sensation of being filled and completed. With each inch he pushed in, he would pull out and slide back in, taking his time to let her body adapt to him being inside her. His penis was long and thick, and fitting inside her was no easy task, but he was patient, and her moans encouraged him. When he finally filled her completely, he rested in place for a moment, just feeling her enveloping him. Her walls gripped him tightly. She ran her hands over the soft moss of the tree and felt her whole body pulsating with need for him. She was finally a woman.

He slid out and thrusted back in with force, making her cry out with shock and pleasure. He wrapped his calloused hands around her small waist and began to fuck her. She didn't know how to handle how good it felt. She moaned each time he pounded into her, hitting all her trigger spots perfectly. She felt like her whole body was full of him—he was so big and powerful, and he was claiming her. It occurred to her that she was his mate. The thought excited her and she gave into her animal nature entirely, spreading her legs wider and letting him press deeper into her. It was hard to think anymore as he fucked her harder and harder, his raw passion guiding his frenzy. River whimpered as she felt herself approaching orgasm again, but this was different from last time. It was more savage. He took her harder as her screams filled the forest. He could feel her spasming around him, and the massage it gave him was too much to bear. He cried out as he exploded deep inside her, his voice joining hers in the cacophony of the jungle.

They were still for a moment, panting, resting, as his seed soaked into her. He leaned over, resting on her back, holding her. Her vision was spotty from the incredible sensation of what they had just done.




Another World



After a time, he pulled out and helped her stand up. He kissed her softly, pressing his tongue into her mouth. They kissed playfully and he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her. She laughed and he smiled. Sated, they began to slowly walk down the mountain, walking in joyful silence. River could feel his warmth still inside her. This, finally, was happiness. She knew just what she would write in her first letter to Alice.



Another World Ch. 01



Grace couldn't believe that she was finally going to another world. As the youngest daughter of a sanitation worker and a waitress, her options for careers were limited. But thankfully she had placed well on all the aptitude tests. But all the studying in the world did not give her the experience that she desired. And the itinerary had not allowed her any time before she left to pursue, her quest for an orgasm. The boys that she had dated at home had always fallen short of the mark. Maybe she needed an alien to grant her fondest desire. She perked up when she heard the captain's deep voice over the p.a. system, advising them to fasten their seat belts for decent. She was so excited that she could hardly wait. A new job, a new world, and who knew-maybe a new lover to give her that all elusive orgasm.

After disembarking the shuttle, she retrieved her luggage from claims and headed toward the terminal. She was surprised to see her name on a place card that a tall, attractive, young alien was holding in front of her. A smile spread across her face as she walked up to the woman who was dressed in an aqua colored pantsuit.

"That's me." She replied, holding her hand out. "Grace Lewis. Nice to meet you." She finished as she shook the alien's hand.

"My name is Alexa. Andrew asked me to meet you and escort you to your lodgings." She responded as they headed toward the glass doors leading to the outside world. As they exited the terminal, Grace looked around with wonder in her soft green eyes. The hustle and bustle of the town were in full swing. The colors were everywhere, but the most arresting sights were the florescent colors of the sky. It looked as if the whole sky was filled up with the aurora borealis.

"It's so beautiful." Grace stated with her face turned up toward the sky. Back home she had tried it once and had only gotten eaten alive by bugs while her tepid lover had grunted over her.

"Yes, it is." Alexa replied as she ushered Grace through the marketplace.

After showing Grace her lodgings, Alexa left the young woman to settle in. Walking briskly back toward the office that she shared with her brother, Andrew, she hoped that he knew what he was doing. Pushing the door open she walked into the cool air. It felt quite wonderful, after being outside in the humid air. She found Andrew, hunched over a microscope.

"I picked her up." Alexa said as she fondly ruffled his ebony hair when she walked by his station.

"You did. Great!" Andrew said as he stood and stretched. He had been hunched over the microscope to long. "How did her flight go?" he asked while he filled his coffee cup from the pot on the counter.

"Fine. She is awe of all the sights. Are you sure that she is the right woman?" Alexa asked with concern.

"Yes, Sis, I know she's the right one." Andrew assured her as he took a drink out of his coffee cup.

"Does she know the reason you brought her here?"

"Yes. To work with me." He replied. "She's a very qualified lab tech."

"And she's destined to be your mate? Did you tell her that?" Alexa probed.

"Not yet. But I will. It's not something that you just spring on a woman that never met you before." He replied. "But she will soon know with a doubt that she is mine." He assured her, determination shining in his silver colored eyes.

Grace arrived at work the next morning, with anticipation running threw her veins. She could hardly wait to start her new job. She knew that she was just going to love her new job. When she entered the office, she saw Alexa sitting at the desk in the outer office, talking on the phone.

Or what Grace assumed was a phone. It looked mighty different from the phone she had at home. Smiling she waved hi to her as she stopped in front of the desk. Alexa smiled back as she disconnected the call.

"Good morning, Grace. I hope you have settled in."

"Yes, I have. And now, I'm ready to start working." Grace replied happily.

"Well, I can see that you are excited about it." Alexa said as stood. "So if you'll follow me, I'll take you back to the work areas. My brother will take over from there. He's the one in charge of the actual product." Alexa explained as she headed down a long hall. Grace had to nearly run to keep up with her.

"Hey, not so fast." Grace said laughingly. "You have an advantage over me."

"I do?" Alexa asked dryly.

"Yes. Long legs." Grace responded.

Andrew felt the familiar tightening in his stomach. She was here! Raising his head, he watched the door. It was a surprising trait of his race to immediately recognize and respond to their chosen one. And Grace Lewis was his. Taking a deep breath, he let it out with a soft sigh of pleasure when Alexa came into the room followed by Grace.

"Andrew, the new lab tech is here?" Alexa said.

Grace drew in a deep breath, when she caught her first glimpse of Andrew. He was magnificent. When he stood, she could tell that he was even taller than his sister. They shared the same dark hair and golden hued skin. But where Alexa's eyes were blue, Andrew's eyes looked like they were the shade of polished silver. But surely no one had silver eyes, or did they?

"Hello, Grace." Andrew said huskily.

"Hi." She responded softly. He had the sexiest voice she had ever heard. She couldn't believe that she was becoming aroused by the sound of his voice. Andrew narrowed his eyes slightly as if he could read her mind. Heat filled her face at the thought of him being able to.

"Well, I'll leave you in his capable hands, Grace." Alexa said startling Grace.

"Okay, see you later." Grace replied as she watched Alexa walk out of the work.

Andrew watched his sister leave the work area. For a moment he just absorbed Grace's presence. He had waited for so long for her to come. Her lovely blond hair was pulled up in some kind of hairdo that left her neck bare. If he wasn't sure that it would send her running he would have kissed the exposed length of skin. But she had the look of an earthling deer. That the slightest move would send her fleeing. And with that he tightly grasped the reins of his self control.

"How about I show you where you'll be working at?" Andrew asked with a reassuring smile.

"Sure." Grace answered. 

Grace finally relaxed, or at least as much as possible for her to relax when she was sharing a work space with an attractive alien. She was completely aware of him. She couldn't help but wonder how he would kiss or caress her young body. She kept trying to push those thoughts out of her mind. Surely it wasn't wise to be lusting after her new boss. But they kept returning no matter what she did. All he had to do was glance her way or speak softly to her, in that sexy voice of his. She was almost relieved when the end of the day came, so she could leave. After organizing her work station, she bid him a hasty goodbye and left the office. She would have to go out and find a lover as soon as possible, she thought as she walked toward her home. But how did one find a lover on this planet? Maybe she would ask Alexa. Surely the young alien would have some ideas. 

Alexa found her brother standing in front of the window. Walking over she stood beside him. Immediately she saw what had captured his attention. The little earthling was leaving.

"Andrew," She asked softly. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes." He replied looking over at her. "She's everything I want."

"I'm happy for you, Andrew. You've been waiting for so long. Have you told her yet?"

"No, not yet. But the telepathic link has already been established."

"Great." she responded. "Now it's only a matter of time."

The next afternoon, Grace finally found a chance to speak to Alexa. She only hoped that her new friend wasn't offended about what she was going to ask.

"Alexa, do you have a couple of minutes to talk?" Grace asked.

"Sure. What do you need to talk about?" Alexa asked as she sat down on the couch in the break room. 

"Well, I was wondering where do your people go to meet others?" Grace asked as her cheeks got red.

"Meet others?" Alexa asked with a slight frown. "What do you mean meet others? We meet at the market, at parties, and at meetings. But somehow I don't think that's what you are talking about, are you?"

Grace shook her head. Reaching over she patted the earthlings hand.

"I think I understand what's troubling you." Alexa stated. Grace stared at her in shock. "You have become attracted to someone? To someone who's always in your thoughts. Til it's the only thing you want to think about. Right?"

"How did you know?"

"It's what we call the bonding. My race is a very sexual race to begin with, Grace. But when the time is right and we have meet our chosen one, the sexual need increases until it's all consuming. My guess is that you have crossed paths with the one that is your chosen one."

"So what do I do?" 

"You find the one that is your chosen," Alexa started and then motioned Grace to come closer. "And then you seduce him."

"Really?" Grace asked. "And how do I go about that? Is it any different than how I would do it on earth? Do the men of your race find the same things exciting as mine do?" 

"Just think about all the things that you want to do and he'll take care of the rest."

"Huh?" Grace asked confused.

"There is a telepathic link between the two of you. He will be able to receive your thoughts. Believe me it will work." Alexa assured her.

After turning the problem over and over in her mind, Grace decided to take Alexa's advise. If Alexa was right, then Andrew would be open to the idea of having her. She would try to seduce him. After she finished dressing for work, she carefully studied her reflection in the mirror. Her long blond hair she had pulled up in a french twist, leaving her neck bare. She had a feeling he liked it that way. She had donned her sexiest underwear. It made her feel very desirable. Gazing at her average size breasts, she hoped that they would be enough to please him. After running a soothing hand down her new outfit, she was ready to go. Hopefully the merchant that had sold her this outfit knew what he was about. She had gone to the market and had asked for a dress that was styled and designed by an alien designer. Let's hope that it made her more attractive to her boss. With a deep breath, she turned and left for work. Hoping that she would succeed.

Andrew watched as Grace walked into the work area. He almost forgot to breath. She was beautiful. 

"Good morning, Drew." Grace said softly, letting her eyes devour him.

"Drew?" He croaked. 

"It's a nickname for Andrew where I come from. I hope you don't mind?" She replied with a smile.

"No not at all." He replied. 

"Good." Grace returned. He looked so cute when he got flustered, she thought. Cute enough to kiss. "Well, I suppose it's time to get to work."

"Yeah. Work." he replied. "Is it hot in here?" he asked as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Hmm." She murmured but thought, not as hot as it's gonna get. Watching him she could see him swallow hard. Maybe this telepathy thing had it's merits.

By lunch time, Andrew was ready to go and have a cold shower. The little witch had been sending him dirty thoughts all morning. If she wasn't careful he was going to bend her over the nearest desk and have his way with her. After excusing himself, he left the building for lunch. He definitely needed a break. 

Alexa watched her brother leave with a small smile. Turning she headed back to the work area to talk to Grace. She found her sitting at her brother's desk. 

"How's it going, Grace?" She asked her friend.

"It's going." Grace responded. "I think he's getting the message." 

"I'm sure you are. If it's any indication, my brother looked like he was ready to explode when he left here."

"Hmm, well there's always hope." Grace said softly.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want." Alexa said as she patted her friend on the back.

Andrew walked back from his lunch hoping to feel more in control of his libido. But as soon as he entered the work area again, he was just as aroused as he had been when he left. He was a professional, he thought surely he could do this, he scolded himself. He would not put any moves on his chosen one at work. But after work, all bets were off, he decided. She wasn't going to know what hit her.

Grace punched out and sighed. She had sent her most heated desires to Drew all day, and nothing had happened. Maybe he wasn't her chosen one after all. But damn, she sure wished that he was. As she headed toward the exit, she was surprised when she felt Drew's presence. Turning she was surprised to see him looming over her.

"Hey Drew, did I forget something?" She asked.

"Yes." He said huskily. 

"What?"

"Me." He replied as he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. When he finally came up for air, he smiled. "I want you take me home with you, little one, so I can do all those naughty little things you've been teasing me with all day."

"You do?" she croaked.

"Yes." He murmured before capturing her lips again. When he came up for air this time, she took him by the hand and led him out the door toward her home.

Grace expected nerves to overtake her once she got Drew to her apartment, but he didn't give them a chance. The moment that she closed the door behind her, she was back in his arms, locked in a passionate kiss, that she could feel all the way to her toes. By the time she came up she was gasping for breath and excitement was running through her veins like a potent drug. She felt secure wrapped in her alien's arms. But at the same time she was so aroused that she felt like she was going to peak from his kisses alone. 

"I can arrange that, little one." Drew said as he nibbled on her ear. 

"Oh, my." She whimpered as desire pooled low in her belly. 

"I'll take that as a yes." He growled as he continued to kiss her. Then using only talents unique to his kind, he gave her the feeling of a moist kiss being placed on the warm petals of her sex. He swallowed her gasp of pleasure in his mouth. As he continued to kiss her, he made sure to continue the feeling of his warm lips and hot tongue worshiping the most private haven on her body. It only took moments before she arched in his arms and cried out.

Grace could hardly believe what was happening to her. She who had never had a blessed orgasm was on the verge of coming from a simple kiss. She was ready to climb her alien like a tree and ride him til she came so hard she couldn't breathe. When she heard an answering moan she realized that her lover had received her thoughts loud and clear.

"Oh sweet heaven..." Drew groaned as desire racked his tall frame. Snaking his hands between them he released his throbbing manhood from his pants before pulling up her skirt. "Are you sure this is what you want, little one." He whispered urgently. "Be sure. Once we mate this way, there is no way back." He finished as he cupped her moist womanhood in his hand. He could feel the wetness and good heaven, the heat. She was so hot she was burning him up.

"What?" Grace asked, trying to understand his words.

"If we mate this way, little one, we will be bonded forever. I can take you any other way and it won't matter, but the way you are envisioning leads to one thing and one thing only. Bonding. We never mate this way except with our chosen." He gasped as he fought to control the urge to take the choice away from her.

"Oh God, yes." she cried as she struggled to get closer to him. Wrapping her left leg around his waist she grounded herself against him. Growling low in his throat he lifted her off her feet and wrapped both legs high around his waist.

"Bare your breasts for me." He groaned as he nuzzled her the side of her neck. Feverishly Grace struggled with the unfamiliar dress to free her aching breasts. Growling with impatience, Drew ripped her top open and stared in amazement at the garment that was wrapped around her breasts. "What is this?" He whispered hoarsely.

"A bra." Grace whimpered. 

"What a delightful contraption. Take it off." He replied heatedly.

"You don't like it." She gasped as she struggled with the clasp in the back.

"I love it, but I know I'll love the feel of your bare breasts rubbing against my skin even better." He growled as he helped her with the hooks on the back of her bra. "I'll explore this later, right now I want skin on skin with you." He finished as he trailed his moist tongue down her neck to her collarbone. By the time she managed to get her bra undone, Drew had managed to leave a love mark on her shoulder where it met her neck. "Now, unbutton my shirt, little one." He chuckled when he heard the fabric tear and buttons hitting the floor. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased, until she rubbed her breasts against the skin she had just bared. He tilted his head back and growled loudly at the feel of her erect nipples rubbing against his hot skin. He had never felt anything as luscious as his lover's breasts. He just had to taste them! Pushing her torso away from him he leaned down and took one hard nub into his mouth and began to suckle.

"Ah hh..." She groaned, arching her back further and grinding herself against the hard ridge of his desire. He groaned and let the tip of her aching breast pop out of his mouth.

"Place me inside you." He ordered harshly as he pulled her deeper into his arms. "I want to be there. I want to feel you peak and milk me with your tight little pussy." he growled, all thoughts of being proper with his lover forgotten. When she moaned even louder he knew that she wasn't protesting his choice of words at all. It seemed his chosen liked being talked to dirty. It was his turn to groan when she did as he asked and placed the hot tip of his manhood against her dripping wet pussy. With a powerful flex of his lean hips he buried himself deep inside her.

Grace nearly screamed when she felt his powerful penetration. To muffle her cries she buried her face in his shoulder as she skated along the edge of a powerful orgasm. 

"Ohhhh." she gasped as she struggled with her body's response.

"You're almost there, aren't you little one?" he whispered against her ear. "You're ready to cum all over my hard cock." He flexed his hips again to bury himself even deeper in her wet body. "Cum, now." He ordered, as he started hammering himself in and out of her. "Now, little one, now!" But his last order wasn't needed, he realized as she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as her first climax shook her little body. Leaning down he captured her lips as she continued to cum in his arms, his cock still pistoning in and out of her, now, even wetter pussy. 

Grace gasped and groaned as her orgasm rolled through her. She had not known how intense it would be and by the way Drew was hammering in and out of her pussy, she knew that he was still rock hard and wasn't going to be happy with just having her peak once. Already she could feel another orgasm gathering inside her.

"Not a chance," He growled against her lips. "I want to feel you soak my cock, little one. I won't be happy til I have you screaming."

"I don't scream." She panted as she moved her hips in time with his.

"You will." He promised just before giving her the feeling of his tongue exploring her pussy again.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried out as another orgasm burst upon her.

"Oh, yes." He growled in approval. "I can feel that pussy cumming." He held her tightly as she thrashed around on him. Damn, he thought, he couldn't have picked a better chosen one. She was hot as hell. As she started to come down from the peak, he slowed his thrusts. It was time to prepare her for the bonding. "Grace, look at me." He whispered. With obvious effort, Grace opened her eyes and stared into the molten silver of his eyes. "That's right, little one. It's time. You must keep eye contact with me. Don't look away, Grace. Just keep looking at my eyes." He said with a tight smile as he felt his body gathering for the bonding moment. "This is going to get very intense. When it peaks, I want to hear you scream, little one. There is no way to be quiet when the bonding takes a hold of us. Do you understand?" he asked.




Another World Ch. 01



Megan awoke and blinked a few times. The sun was coming in from the window and she realized she had overslept. She rolled over and the bed was empty. She sat up and realizing it was almost eleven. As she got out of bed, she couldn't help but smile. Every part of her body was sore and she loved it. Her husband had been in the mood last night and that meant roughly five hours of sex. She had finally passed out after her fourth orgasm of the hour and as she walked to the washroom, she could feel how wet her pussy was. Looking in the mirror she smiled. Megan was twenty-two years old and had long red hair. At the moment, it was loose around her shoulders, but normally she had it in a braid. After washing up, she put on her robe and walked into the kitchen.

Her husband Leif was sitting in the kitchen reading his newspapers. She couldn't help but smile. Leif looked about thirty years old and had almost white blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was over six and a half feet tall, but Megan loved it. She was barely five feet tall and enjoyed how protected she felt around him.

"Hi baby." Megan walked over to her husband. Leif moved his newspapers to the side and pulled Megan into his lap.

"How did my princess sleep?" Leif's large hands were rubbing her back and she couldn't help but whimper. He had that look in his eyes and she loved it.

"Good. I'm sore though." Leif had pulled away her flimsy robe and was rubbing her bare skin. He pinched her nipples and she cried out.

"I'm sorry baby. Let me kiss it better." Leif sat her up on the kitchen table and flicked his tongue against her clit. He wrapped his arms around her hips and feasted on her wet pussy. His tongue pushed inside her. He could hear her moan and whimper and it drove him crazy. He sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed. She was thrashing around, but didn't stop. Pulling away he sucked on her inner thighs.

"Cock. Now." Megan couldn't even speak in sentences she was so aroused. Leif wasted no time in standing up, pulling down his boxers and shoving his huge cock inside her. He was definitely on the above average side when it came to his cock and he had to be careful not to hurt her. He sat back down on the kitchen chair and watched as the fiery red hair rode his cock. She had her hands behind her gripping the table as she thrusted harder and faster onto his cock. Her small breasts her jutting out from her body and the pale pink nipples were just begging to be sucked. Leif leaned over and wrapped his lips around her left nipple. She tasted so good and he could feel his balls swell with cum.

Megan screamed out profanities and began to cum. She was always loud during sex and when she came, it was explosive.

"Fuck me." Leif nodded and stood up. He pushed her so her shoulders were on the table and he began to thrust again. Megan came again and screamed out once more.

"Fucking cum for me." Leif grinned. He could always hold back so Megan would cum a lot and it drove her crazy that his cock seemed to swell more and more each time she came. He could hold back no longer and thrust into her, emptying himself inside her. He felt his cum pour out into her fertile pussy and he loved it.

"God I love you." Megan sat up and nibbled his earlobe. She climbed off the kitchen table, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to make herself breakfast. Leif grinned and went back to reading his newspapers.

"We have the community meeting tonight baby."

"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me."

Megan and Leif lived in Falconcrest Estates. It was a gated community just on the outskirts of Avondale, Arizona. They had lived there for four years, as long as they were married, and they loved it. It was a sprawling estate with tennis courts, swimming pools, its own golf course, and nature trails. Their house was a medium sized mansion with a home theatre, large library, along with a gorgeous kitchen and dining room. Megan loved to cook and was happy that Leif did all the shopping. Megan had actually never left the estate since getting married. She really had no need to. On her cul-de-sac were four other homes and she was best friends with the other wives. They were all around the same age and spent time together when their husbands were at work.

***

Megan and Leif walked into the conference room and sat down in their assigned seats. The room was decorated in dark mahogany and there was a large oval table with enough seats for everyone. There were a total of forty couples that lived in Falconcrest. As Megan sat down she noticed that there were two seats empty. This had only happened twice before, but she thought nothing of it.

"Let's get this meeting started." Hans was the community leader and was trying to get everyone's attention. He was about forty years old and had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was taller then most of the men, around 6 feet 8 inches tall. Once everyone had quieted down, he began.

"You might notice that there are two empty chairs. It is with regret that we inform you that Janice and Alvin are no longer with us. Janice chose to no longer remain married after the loss of their child. Alvin may return in a few months. However, he is very distraught over the situation."

As Hans continued, there were murmurs throughout the room. Janice and Alvin had been the newest members of the community. She had gotten pregnant almost immediately and from what she said when chatting with Megan, it had been a complete shock to Alvin.

"We have a new couple that will be moving in at the end of the week. Marianna and Fabian are a newly married couple. Fabian is actually Sven's brother, which is why they are moving in so quickly."

The rest of the meeting was not as exciting for Megan. She loved when new people moved in because she was a social butterfly and loved making new friends. The meeting continued with a presentation from the lawn and garden company regarding the new fertilizer being used as well as a notice from the social director about the welcome BBQ that would occur once the new family is settled. The meeting was adjourned and Megan and Leif got up to walk home.

"I need to talk to Hans about a few things. I'll be home shortly." Megan smiled.

"Of course baby. I'll be in bed wearing that cute teddy you got me. You know the red one." Leif leaned down and kissed her nose. Once the room was cleared of people, Leif, Hans, Sven, and three other men made their way down the hall to a secret office. Once inside, Hans was the first to speak.

"You better make sure that Marianna is screened properly. We do not need another situation like Janice."

"Yes I know Leif. For fuck's sake you think I like having to lie in front of everyone. Janice fucked some stripper the night before her wedding. We had no idea she was pregnant and when Alvin found out he did what was ordered of him. We can't have bastard children being born into Falconcrest. Marianna is very religious. She was a virgin on her wedding night."

"Fine. Are we still in lock down then?" Leif looked back and forth from one set of eyes to the other.

"Yes. We can't have the women finding out what's going on. It's almost the next full moon. Once they are pregnant they will be too excited to leave anyway." 



Another World Ch. 01



The bright rays of dawn slowly creep across the laboratory ceiling unnoticed by Professor Smythe and Joan, his young lab assistant. She looks up, surprised, and realizes that they have worked through the night again; struggling with yet another snag in their research. The cube of iron that they are trying to teleport from one electronics surrounded plinth to another has simply disappeared again. They have no idea where this, the third one, went.

"Where has the damn thing gone this time; it certainly didn't go where we want it to," Joan sighs. "Well, we have done more than anybody else just by making it go somewhere. I just hope that it didn't land on somebody's head." 

"Yes, I wonder which world that one went to," the Professor muses.

Joan misses what he says as she is busily moving about the room shutting down the machinery.

She loves her work here at the university and looks at the blinking lights of the computers and machines with pride knowing that she has helped to create all of this.

"Oh my, the sun's up. We've done it again, haven't we?"

"Yes sir, another night wasted."

"Not really you know; we can make the cubes go somewhere can't we. Now we just have to get them to go where we want."

When they leave the lab the Professor turns to his assistant, "You are coming to the party tonight, aren't you? Lydia is so looking forward to meeting you. She says she has something for you. I don't know what, though."

"Of course Professor Smythe."

The Professor watches Joan walk away; her pretty ass swaying in the sweat pants she wears. He sees but doesn't notice. What he sees, instead, is a bright young student that will go far in her field. 

Of course Joan is going to the party; she's just spent the last of her meager dollars on the perfect dress to wear. There is just enough money left for the cab ride there and back.

On the walk back to her tiny apartment Joan does wonder how she will find the strength to wear such a daring dress in public. She had never bought anything like it before, but when she saw it in that little shop she knew she had to have it and she felt so deliciously naughty when buying it.

It's black, of course, and way too short, top and bottom, and tight and clingy until it flares out around her legs with a hem of lace making it even shorter. How the woman who owned the shop talked her into buying the garter belt and stockings to go with it still puzzles her.

She remembers the lady's voice as she fussed over her when she tried it on. "Oh, dear," she had tsked, "those panty lines just won't do. You must be naked under this dress, you do understand, don't you?"

"I can't do that," she had cried in surprise.

"Oh, but you must. Just look and you'll see why."

Joan looked at herself in the mirror and had seen the unsightly lines under the tight dress, "Yes you're right," she sighed. "Might thong panties work?" 

"No dear, this dress needs you to be naked under it and that means no pantyhose either, but a garter belt and stockings would be just the thing. It's the thought of being naked under your cloths that this dress was made for."

"What? 

"You're joking about me being naked underneath it, I couldn't do that. I'd feel, um, slutty."

"But dear, it has more class than that. You can see that or you wouldn't be wearing it. Besides nobody will ever know unless you show them." The lady made a little smile go a long way, "It'll be a naughty little secret that only you and your date will know about. There are some problems though. Getting out of cars does tend to show the men more than you want them to see for one. If you know what I mean," then she winked at her and they both had laughed. 

"I guess! But I don't have a date for the party I'm going to." Joan had chuckled and bought the dress and the garter belt as well; feeling very brave. She did look pretty in it.

The shop keeper looked strangely at Joan when she heard that a gorgeous girl like her was going to a party dateless, "Oh dear, I was wrong; I should have sold her the one further down the aisle. The girl shows such a bright sexual naivety, though and I just knew she had to have a boyfriend! That dress is going to cause her trouble without one."

Today Joan isn't chuckling, "What was I thinking; I can't wear that dress tonight! My boobs are barely covered and its way too short." 

But that's all she has to wear. She has some jeans and a few long hippy style skirts but nothing that would be right for the party tonight. Joan shouldn't be worried. She is young and doesn't know just how pretty she is, unlike almost every other young girl in the world.

The day is becoming too long for her, "I need a hot bath to calm down." 

During her bath, after doing her legs, she shaves all her pubic hair off for the first time in her life. She feels so decadent when she does it and finds that it feels wonderful when she dries herself after. "I should have done this years ago," Joan laughs to herself, and then finds that her hands are spending way too much time between her legs playing with the soft skin there. She thinks she should stop but meanders out to her bed instead to lie on it and continue her exploration while thinking of her latest crush at the university; a young man who is a chemistry major but looks like he should be on the football team. He even smiled her way once. Her busy fingers soon find her favorite places and give her the release she suddenly needs; a feeling no man has given her yet. 

"It sometimes sucks saving yourself for a husband by staying a virgin!" Joan sighs when she comes down from a particularly long orgasm as she lifts her hips up over and over again while touching herself in ever slowing circles with her legs spread obscenely wide like she has a lover above her still thrusting into her. 

Every time she walks past her closet she sees what she has bought to wear that night hanging there on the door. She's not that type of girl, she shouldn't have bought it but she knows that it's a perfect dress for her. In the end; as night falls she stands in front of her mirror looking at herself and likes what she sees and feels. She thinks that her makeup is just right for the evening ahead and her hair is left down to show off her long auburn curls. 

She laughs at the thought that she is naked under her dress. The saleslady was right. She loves the daring feeling of how her breasts almost fall out of her dress and, smiling at herself, she smirks at the thought that it just covers her stocking tops. "How daring is that?" she asks. Each time she moves she feels the garter belt stretch as it holds up her shear stockings. They feel wonderful on her legs as she walks around the room; pulling at her garter belt and reminding her how close to being totally naked she really is. She wishes she had the money for proper heels to go with her dress but is forced to be happy with her low black pumps.

"I have to remember to keep my legs closed when the cabby helps me out of the car tonight." 

She laughs out loud, "I can't believe what I am doing! An assistant to a professor should dress more," Joan stops that thought and thinks, "More what? More demure, no this is a fancy dress ball and this is all I can wear to it." 

"Maybe I'll let the cabby see my new bald pussy," she thinks and then gasps at the thought. "I can't do that! Can I?"

In the end she doesn't show herself; instead she smiles at the driver as he helps her out of the limo that the Professor has sent for her with her legs together like the proper lady that she is. The driver is discreet. He even pretends he doesn't see her almost ample cleavage and the stocking tops the cute young girl accidentally shows him. 

Joan had forgotten about the kindness of sending the car for her that the Professor had told her about weeks ago. Now she will have money for snacks and maybe the expensive coffees she craves during the week to come. Her pay checks are so small and she has to be so frugal.

She feels nervous walking up to the huge antebellum mansion, "I'll look like such a fool wearing this dress and being naked under it to boot is too much!" she almost turns back but there is Professor Smythe at the door smiling at her.

"There's no stopping now, girl," she tells herself and continues up the steps feeling almost sexy for the first time in her life as her cloths caress her body and the cool night air lets her know that she has nothing on underneath.

The Professor looks at his assistant as she walks up the steps mentally shaking his head thinking, "How did I miss seeing how good looking Joan is. Why is she still single? Maybe I should get my dear Lydia to introduce her to young Hobbs-Winkleton; he's the man for her. Lots of money and almost as smart too. Arthur I think his name is."

"Welcome to my home, Joan," the Professor says as he offers her his hand. "Thank you for coming to our party."

She takes it and looks behind him at the mansion behind thinking, "This is a home? I should live in a palace like this."

Joan doesn't realize that she is being watched from a dark corner of the entry way by cold blue eyes. "You call this mansion just a home?" she asks her professor and boss with a smile.

He looks embarrassed, "Well I do live here so I do have to call it home. This is the oldest, and I think, the only plantation house left in the county. It's been in my family for generations." He turns to look at the house with affection, "It takes a lot of upkeep but I have given it to Lydia to look after. The money from the property just keeps trickling in and looks after everything. I keep a small apartment in the east wing while she has all the rest. Lydia does like her parties." 

The woman with the blue eyes snorts. "Trickles in! Good god the money pours in you stupid old man. And that little bitch isn't taking any of it from me. This mansion is mine and I'll own everything else if the old coot just dies soon."

There is the sound of tires on the gravel drive. "Oh, more guests, I must go down to greet them," the Professor says distractedly. "Hurry on inside Joan, there are lots of people you know here tonight."

Joan walks into the mansion with the vague feeling that her Professor Smythe, a man she respects, is acting like the doorman to his own home and she would know it was true if she had seen the look in the venomous blue eyes watching her and him.

The grand entranceway with its curving set of twin white marble staircases leading to the second floor astounds her. The ceiling is three floors up and the walls are painted the blue that only the very rich seem to find for themselves. In front of her, between the stairs, are tall double doors of ornately carved wood standing open to reveal a ballroom filled with music and dancing couples. To her left and right are great rooms or living rooms as she was taught to think of them by her mother. 

Everywhere she sees beautiful laughing people with the women wearing dresses even more daring than hers in bright colors and patterns. She knows that at least one lady is naked under her dress too by how low the back of her dress plunges. The men all look so handsome in their dark suits and ties. She wonders, not for the first time, how women get to have all these choices of color and styles while men can only choose black or grey suits, or be daring and buy a blue one or even white. "Or maybe a pink one," She thinks and laughs to herself at that thought. 

She sees a tall, young woman with blond hair piled high on her head wearing a tight, shimmering gold floor length dress strutting out of the hall in very high heels. Even as she admires her beauty she feels a coldness coming from her and shudders.

"Where did that come from?" she thinks and then forgets about it. "Oh god why did I choose black? Everybody is wearing such bright colors."

Joan shouldn't have worried about what she is wearing. Many eyes, male and female, watch her pretty young form as she wanders the rooms looking at the beautiful things around her and hoping to meet someone she knows. 

As she looks for someone to talk to Joan is starting to finally feel sort of comfortable when a tall blond girl that seems to be her own age or just a little older approaches her. 

"She must have painted that dress on!" Joan thinks with amazement looking at the blue eyed woman in front of her and remembers the extravagant blond hairdo of the woman she had seen walking away in the entry.

"You must be Joan, my husband's assistant at the lab. My name is Lydia Simpson-Smythe," the girl says holding out her hand. 

Joan is a little slow in answering; she is distracted by the sheerness of the woman's dress. It is so sheer she can almost see her nipples and if she wasn't a true blond down there..., "Oh yes, Professor Smythe has told me so much about you. He is such a wonderful man to work for."

Lydia just smiles at Joan; dragging out the moment, "Would you like to see what he is really working on Joan?"

"I don't understand."

"It's just a short walk out to the old horse barn that he uses as his lab. Come, I want to show you."

"But."

"It'll only take a minute and you are so interested in John's work."

Joan wonders who John is and then remembers that it is her Professor's first name, "Would he mind?"

"Of course not. Come let me show you another world; a world you never imagined."

"But."

"What he has at the university is nothing. Here is where his real work is."

"But he has never told me."

"Of course not; it's a secret."

"Does he want me to know, Lydia?"

"Yes," Lydia says with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. A cold smile that Joan misses completely in her anxiety at being asked to go and see her professor's private lab.

Lydia takes Joan's hand in hers, "Come on, I'll take you down there and we'll be back so quick that nobody will notice."

"Well, if it's alright with Professor Smythe."

"Is that what you call him when you are alone with him?"

Joan misses the coldness, the venom, and the hate in that last little statement, "Yes it is; he is helping me with my masters degree."

Lydia chuckles at that muttering, "I'll show you what masters are."

"What?"

"Nothing, Joan. Let's go now while we are alone on the patio."

Taking Joan's hand in hers Lydia pulls her along the paved path to the old stables thinking, "I've got her now! In a few minutes she will be gone and I will have that old fool, John, to myself. Arthur is going to be so happy with me when I tell him that I have saved our money again. Maybe we can sneak away for some fun later after the old man goes to bed. I was so happy when John took my suggestion and moved into the other wing."

The two girls hurry down the path with Lydia urging Joan on in her haste until they reach the barn door. Once there Lydia places her hand against a pad on the wall and leans forward to look into a lens, "Only two people can get in here," she tells the girl whose hand she still holds tight. "It takes a palm print and a full retina scan to get in."

When the door slams shut behind them Joan realizes that a tank couldn't blast its way into this building that looks like an old horse barn. Inside she recognizes computers and machines from the lab at the university and sees other things that are unfamiliar like the chair in the center of the room surrounded by field generators. It looks like the chair of a mad dentist. 

Joan walks around the room looking at everything. "What does this do?" she asks Lydia as she looks at a puzzling piece of equipment.

"I'm not sure but I do know how to work the controls. Why don't you sit in the chair, dear?"

"Are you sure Lydia?"

"I won't do anything, I promise. There are some things I forgot to do here today for my John."

"OK," Joan says as she sits on the strange chair."

She hears Lydia typing at a terminal behind her, "Are you in yet? Make sure that your arms and legs are where they are supposed to be, dear."

"Um, why?"

"You'll see."

When Joan puts her arms and legs in the grooves for them in the chair she hears Lydia sigh then is startled when hard steel hoops spring up around her wrists and ankles to trap her in.

"We can't have your arms and legs missing when you get to the other world, can we," Lydia tells the frightened girl in front of her.

"What other world? Let me go!"

"I can't do that. I can't have you fucking my husband you little slut. You won't take the money from me," Lydia yells almost spitting in her anger as she leans over Joan. Her arms are braced on each side of Joan's, "Nobody, but nobody is going to take John from me. I have spent too much time and effort to lose how rich I'll be when he dies." Lydia leans even closer to her captive, "You'll like your new world, slut. You'll have another John there to fuck and who ever else he gives you to."

"I don't understand. What are you going to do to me? I just work for Professor Smythe! There's nothing between us. I'm still a virgin!" Joan is very frightened at what is happening and tries every thought that comes to mind to calm this mad woman down.

As Joan struggles to free herself her dress rides up higher and higher to show her tormenter her lack of panties and hair between her legs.

"Look at you!" Lydia yells, "You little slut! How can a so called virgin be walking around without panties?" She pauses, "John always asks me to shave. Now I know why I don't; it would make me look like a little girl. Do you like looking like a little school girl for John?"

Joan just looks up at the crazed face above her and shakes her head no over and over, "You can't do this to me; people will notice that I am missing. They saw me here!"

"Oh, but I can send you to another world. I've done it at least a dozen times, maybe more."

"They are going to catch you sometime; you can't be doing this."

Lydia smiles down at her prey, her rival, "That's the best part; when I send you away you never existed here and you always were there."

Joan is fighting for her life and time too now; maybe the Professor will come looking for them. "But how do you know all this? If what you say is true you will forget me too. And how can you remember the others?"

Lydia smiles, "That's the best part. I will be the only one in this world that remembers you," then she laughs in Joan's face.

"But how can that be?" Joan asks trying to stall the bitch over her.

"Ah, John is so smart; I always knew that; I was his assistant before I married him. He made a protected booth for the operator of his 'Transdimentional Teleporter' as he calls this thing. I just call it my headache remover. How else can he know to bring his volunteers back from their test trips to other worlds?"

"Please Lydia, let me go. I won't say a thing. I promise."

"No! You are out of my life, you slut." There is a chime and Lydia smiles, "I have to go to the booth now. Enjoy your new life. The world you are going to is the same as here but very different."

There is the sound of the super conductors powering up and a loud whine as the whole room begins to throb and then there is nothing but a dark flash in her mind. 

When she opens her eyes again everything is the same. Joan looks around her thinking that the bitch is wrong. Nothing happened. The machine doesn't work and the woman is crazy.

Then she smells horses and sees their tack hanging on the plain wood walls that she remembers as white. The computers and machinery are all around her yet the room is wrong. Joan recognizes the same peculiar window in front of her and knows she is in the same barn; but one actually used for horses.

"Oh shit!" is all Joan can think as she sees more things wrong. "Where am I?"

Joan struggles to escape the bindings again but realizes that even she feels ...wrong; her breasts are bigger and sway heavily on her chest as she moves. She looks down at her herself and is surprised yet again by what she sees that she is wearing. Two seconds ago she was wearing a pretty black dress but now she has on a completely sheer gauzy dress that hides nothing. It is so lacy thin that she can't even guess at its color in the moonlight that beams in the window. 




Another World Ch. 01



"Oh shit!"

"That crazy bitch did it!"

There are other things now. Memories that aren't hers bubble up in her mind. A mother she doesn't know; a life that isn't hers.

"There you are," a woman's voice intrudes on her struggles. "Right on time I see."

Joan looks up to see Lydia walking toward her from the open barn door. What she sees of the woman is not what she remembers from a few seconds ago. She is wearing a long flowing dress that goes from her neck to her toes, covering and hiding everything. As she walks the woman looks like she is gliding across the floor. Her hair is still up but in a fashion Joan has never seen before.

Joan is mad and very frightened, "Quit playing tricks on me you bitch!"

"I'm not playing tricks on you, Fauna; you are in another world, a parallel world, now dear, a world we call Terral. This isn't your Earth," the woman answers quietly.

Joan is confused, "My name isn't Fauna it's...," she stops and struggles in her mind; trying to remember, "it's, ah, Fauna! No, no it's not. It's J....Fauna."

"Don't get too confused dear, your name here is Fauna O'Shea and it always was."

"What is happening to me? Did Professor's Transdimentional Teleporter do this to me?"

"That is a good question, Fauna, and shows at least some intelligence. The Lydia in your old world was jealous of you and has sent you to ours to get rid of you. Here you really are John's senshue, a concubine or mistress on your world, but here, I am not jealous. In fact I have my own senshue; a lovely, fully functional male." 

"What are you saying, what is a senshue again? You're talking about having a functional male? I don't understand," Joan whimpers as she continues to look around her and then back at the strangely dressed woman in front of her. "Let me go, I want to go home," then she begins to struggle again in the chair holding her captive.

The new Lydia walks behind Fauna to begin massaging her shoulders, "My; you are tense, aren't you."

"What the fuck do you think I would be after what has just happened to me?"

Lydia leans down to caress Fauna's breasts.

"Don't touch me there! Get off me!"

Lydia ignores her, "Things get changed when you are transported," Lydia soothes as she continues to massage the frightened girl below her. "There are things that you will remember for a while and new things you are going to know soon; all boiling away in your mind. Some parts of you get bigger like your beautiful breasts here and my senshue's cock. Other times the people sending you Transportees here make things smaller. I always feel sorry for the males then. But you are all somehow changed in your minds to be completely obedient to your contracts. 

"You will address John and I as Isa. That is similar to Master or Mistress in your language. It just means as an Isa we hold your papers and the contract you signed." 

"I am so confused. I didn't sign anything. What about my beautiful dress?"

"Of course you are confused, and the change in cloths is another thing we can't explain. But we do have your signed contract and your papers in our safe," Lydia says as she tries to keep her husband's new senshue calm while she continues to instruct her in her new life. "John owns your papers; you sold them to him, remember. This means that you must obey him when he wants; you have signed a contract promising to obey his every order."

What? Am I a slave here?" Fauna yells in a panic at what she is hearing.

"Of course not," Lydia laughs, "slavery as you know it never was in this world. The Civil War never happened here on Terral, and we never grew that strange plant you call cotton or the sugar cane that needed so many people to harvest. You are merely an indentured servant to John." 

"That's the same as being a slave, isn't it Isa Lydia?" Fauna asks in a small quavering voice.

Lydia is happy with the quiet way that question is asked; the new senshue is learning already, "Of course not dear, you are allowed to go wherever you want when John or I don't need you. You even have your own little room in town and an allowance that we pay for out of the money we hold in trust for you from the sale of your papers."

"Oh. Um," Joan mumbles as she tries yet again to break free from her bounds.

"There are some other things you should now about what have happened to you. You will find that you will obey every explicitly stated order that John and I give you. We can't explain it, but it makes your papers very valuable. A Transportee's papers are worth twice that of a local's just for that reason. The locals need to be disciplined more often than you.

"Disciplined?"

Isa Lydia ignores her, "This barn and the strange machinery that brought you here are making John and I very rich. The real indentured servants of this world tend to, how do I say it, balk at some of the things that are asked of them but you and others like you can't. When we get tired of you we will sell your papers for a fortune."

"I am a slave then! You say you can sell me!"

"No, no you have sold your papers to us and have agreed to do as you are told; to be a senshue for the rest of your life. Like I said there is no slavery on this world; you are just another indentured servant like all the rest of the senshue that have signed contracts.

"Yeah right. Send me back please. I want to go home. I don't want to be a slave."

"Well," Lydia sighs, "you aren't a slave and I can't send you back. When all this strange machinery disappears and you are still in the chair you will just be sent back to us. So I must let you loose before that happens.

"You will be calm now!" Lydia says in a forceful voice and Fauna finds that she does relax. "Now where is that button," she fusses and then, "Ah, there it is. I always forget."

The metal rings holding Joan down spring back into the chair and she finds herself free but doesn't move.

"You do have your own free will still, you know Fauna, when you are on your own time. Why don't you get up and follow me back to the party now. We do so like it when we get a new senshue while we are having one of our little soirees.

"The general public doesn't know about you Transportees but everybody here tonight does so don't be afraid."

"I can't go out dressed like this!" Fauna cries as she looks down over new large breasts at the gossamer thing she finds herself wearing. "I may as well be naked."

"But that's what you all wear, dear, it is the fashion for senshue now and I hear that next year it is going to be even more daring," Lydia says as she helps Fauna get out of the chair and smoothes the filmy dress over her body, touching her everywhere she wants and laughing when Fauna tries to fight back and can't. "There is something that happens to your mind when you are transported; you can't deny us what we want because you did sign that contract agreeing to give yourself to us."

"What! Don't touch me there!" Fauna cries as she feels Lydia play with her clit.

"It excites us when you new Transportees fight us," Isa Lydia pants close to her ear. "But come with me now. It's time to take you back into the house."

"I can't; I'm naked. Everybody will see me like this!"

Isa Lydia continues to stroke the young girl called Fauna and laughs joyfully at the feeling of complete control she has of her husband's senshue. She feels the power that spans the worlds, the universe really, a power that every Isa, every master or mistress feels and has a sudden need for her own senshue, Janord, and what he can do for her at her command. "Do you like the way your Isa touches you?"

"No! Fuck no!" She pauses feeling the tender sensations, "No...Yes, yes! Don't stop Isa Lydia, please don't stop," Fauna moans as she pushes up against her Isa's fingers hoping for an orgasm from her tormentor's soft hands.

When Fauna finally cums she screams out her joy then sighs and gives in to her total release then stands still with only an occasional hip thrust against the hand still between her thighs.

Isa Lydia looks down at her. "Yes, this female will keep John happy for quite a while," she thinks. 

"Come with me back to the house Fauna; John must meet this new gem that has come to him."

"Yes Isa Lydia," Fauna says in a sexual fog of lust and obediently follows her Isa up the path to the mansion feeling so many new sensations. She feels her new larger breasts swaying on her chest with each step, the warm, gentle breeze rustling her thin, see through dress with a hem that stops before it even pretends to cover her ass and a top that hugs her boobs like a second skin, and the high heels she just realizes that she has on. What she feels most is the wetness between her legs as she walks. "How did my cloths get changed Isa Lydia?"

Isa Lydia holds out her hand, "Come, and walk beside me so we can talk Fauna." When Fauna catches up Lydia smiles at the senshue, "We don't know. We wonder how your bodies are altered too. Some of the male senshue are altered with their penus' made so small they have to sit to pee and others have erections so big no Isa will have him except as a novelty. You are lucky; you were sent to us relatively intact. I somehow know that your tits were smaller before."

"Does the Lydia from my world know anything about here?"

"Yes, we found the chair and all its machinery one day with a long letter on the seat and sent back our own history. Soon we had letters from hundreds of other worlds promising new senshue for us. 

"I love my John but we both do like our boys and girls and the money you bring in when we sell your papers. We think that there must be countless Lydias and Johns out there and we have become the happy recipients of unwanted lovers." Isa Lydia sighs, "The sad thing is that we are told by most of you that you are innocent. That doesn't matter though. You all show up with your papers in our possession and with signed contracts for life." She looks at Fauna, "Were you a virgin before?"

Fauna nods her head yes looking straight ahead and feeling very embarrassed.

Isa Lydia laughs at the little girl's sad look, "Too bad, so few get to be a virgin twice. The machine must read your gene sequence and sends you to us as a healthy senshue completely cured of all diseases; brand new and as pure as the day you were born. She laughs, "How often can a girl say that she has lost her innocence twice. We are all slightly jealous of that point."

"Really?" Fauna asks with a shy smile at this Lydia that seems so nice even though she is her Isa, a slave owner in her mind. "What is Isa Smythe like here? Is he a kind man?"

"Of course he is a kind Isa and a wonderful husband or I'll smack him." Both girls laugh at that though one laugh borders on panic and hysteria.

Fauna approaches the mansion for the second time that night only this time she is in another world, and this time everybody can see that she is naked under her dress. The building looks the same but there are differences everywhere. The furniture on the balcony she had left with the other Lydia looks very strange, the house is a different color and is more ornate and things are shaped all wrong. 

When Isa Lydia leads John's senshue to the open doors to the ball room Fauna balks at the sight of all the people inside and turns her back to the house, "I can't! I'm naked. I can't go in there." 

Lydia knows that this is the biggest hurdle that the Transportees must face to become a good senshue. To face a room of dressed Isa while almost naked with a mind from another world has to be dealt with. She turns Fauna around and begins to talk to her, "I'm not going to order you in there. I can do that and you would obey but you will hate me for making you do that. You must realize that you can't go back; you must go forward. Every Isa in there has a senshue with them dressed just like you. We've seen it all before. It's nothing new to us."

"But it's new to me!" Fauna wails and sobs into her hands.

"Of course it is. Now what are you going to do? Stand out here all night while I send everyone out here to meet you or are you going to find the courage to walk in beside me to meet your new life and Isa John."

"I don't want a new life! I want to go home."

Lydia raises her voice just a bit to make her point. "You can't go home you silly little female! Now come with me we are wasting time."

"Ok, Ok; just give me a minute, please."

Fauna walks a few feet away; her mind a turmoil of new memories and old making a stew in her mind. She looks up at the sky and down at herself and around her seeking some inspiration, some guidance in herself. "Fuck it!" she finally yells to the night and turns back to Isa Lydia to take her hand. Her eyes are red and swollen when she says with a small voice, "Let's go. Take me in there before I change my mind. I'm going to go mad soon. I didn't do anything wrong. I don't deserve this!"

Lydia wisely keeps quiet and leads the new senshue in to meet her Isa.

Inside Fauna's eyes are dazzled by the bright candle light from the huge chandeliers above her. 

"Candle lights?" she thinks in total surprise.

Then she sees the people inside dancing, talking and laughing. Senshue mingling with Isa not like slaves like she thought they would be but freely. She is surprised at how they let Isa openly touch them anywhere they want, and Isa seem to especially like touching them intimately. 

The Isa women are all dressed in long somber colored concealing robes, while the men are dressed like she has never seen them before. They are all wearing bright colors like peacocks displaying. Some Isa men have on leggings or tights of greens, blues, floral patterns and even pinks showing off their bulging crotches under soft shirts that either wrap around them or are an off the shoulder peasant blouse and more bizarre things. On their feet are almost dainty slippers with some even having low heels. Others are wearing kilts and more are in full body tights in every color that Fauna can imagine. It's a sad fact that like in every crowd some of the heavier men shouldn't be wearing these tight cloths. One Isa in particular stands out in pink leggings with a too short shirt showing his heavy paunch hanging over his waist. Fauna cringes at the sight of his hairy gut and large male tits on his chest.

"Isa Lydia leans over to Fauna as she looks around the ballroom, "Don't all the men look so handsome?"

Fauna is struck silent by the people she is seeing and doesn't answer. Most men do look very handsome and very masculine somehow in cloths that would be ridiculous on her Earth. 

Isa Lydia titters, "Well most look good but the Chief of police always does look so foolish in his choice of pink tights and short top."

The senshue are all almost naked; dressed as their Isa want in gauzy wisps of cloth that don't hide their bodies at all. Fauna is finding that she is in a sort of sensory overload as she looks around her. Everything is different and nothing is the same as she remembers, but her new mind sees it all as normal. 

Some of the males with larger cocks and balls are wearing sheer pouches that are held on by a ribbon wrapped around them and nothing else or a few have on loose pants that are tight at the waist with pouches for their cocks; most of their chests are bare. Others sent to this world by jealous husbands with little nothing penises and balls wear things like scanty little boy shorts that hold their balls and peepees tight with seams that go up their asses to show them off or sheer panties with lace trim, or even little dresses that don't hide the fact that their bodies are hairless. In fact almost all the senshue of both sexes seem to be shaved.

None of the females wear pants; they all have skirts or dresses on so the wandering hands of Isa can touch them intimately Fauna notices. Some are so short that they don't pretend to hide but present the female's pussies while others are floor length with slits to the waist for easy access.

Isa Lydia leads Fauna into the crowd of the party toward her John. She loves him but looks forward to her night with her senshue and knows that her man will be happy with his new female. On the way a hand cups Fauna's ass making her jump forward in surprise. "You must let anyone touch you, senshue," Lydia hisses quietly to Fauna. "It's in your contract."

"I can't do that!"

"You will, let me show you," Isa Lydia tells the girl as she leads her to a group of men.

"This senshue wants to show you men her cunt," she tells them after getting their attention. "Lift your dress and show them how shaved you are senshue," she orders. "Now!"

Fauna turns beet red from her face to her chest when she finds that she can't resist pulling up her dress to her waist, spreading her legs and pushing her hips forward to show her cunt to complete strangers.

"Would any of you Isa like to feel how smooth this senshue is?" 

One of the men; a man wearing purple tights with a gold lame top answers, "I will if you don't mind me finding how wet the female might be.'

"Of course, whatever pleases you, Isa." Lydia turns to Fauna, "Ask the Isa to feel your cunt senshue."

"I can't say that Isa Lydia!"

"I order you to say just that."

Fauna shudders but faces the Isa with her dress held up to her waist, "Feel my cunt Isa. Feel how wet I am, please."

The Isa looks deep into Fauna's eyes as he becomes the first man to touch her between her legs. His hard, gentle fingers slide over her permanently smooth skin for a long minute before he lets one push into her virginity. He looks at Lydia with a smile, "This female is the new one tonight isn't she." Looking back into Fauna's eyes again the Isa moves his finger up to play with her clit for a moment before pulling it out after giving a small laugh when Fauna can't help herself but push her hips forward in response. Still holding her eyes with his he puts his wet finger to her lips, "Suck your juice off me senshue."

It is an order so Fauna opens her mouth for him to taste herself as she licks the finger in her mouth. She feels so shamed, so much like a slut as she sucks at the finger in her like it is a cock while still holding her dress up to show her wet cunt. When the Isa feels he is clean enough he pulls his finger out of Fauna's mouth and without a thought turns back to his friends; ignoring her completely.

"Put your dress down now, dear. It's not polite to hold it like that as you walk," Lydia tells Fauna as she pulls her away. "Now did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes Isa," Fauna replies in a subdued voice. 

Fauna hears an Isa's voice from the group they are leaving, "I hope she will be as entertaining on the stage later." She is mad, confused and horribly embarrassed all at once, "What does he mean about the stage later?"

"Oh, nothing. You'll see when the time comes," Lydia says brightly. "Now where is John?" She finally spots him by the fireplace and sets off in his direction not even bothering with Fauna; knowing from experience that she will follow. 

Not knowing a single other person in this new world Fauna is forced to follow her. She stays close behind her Isa to try and keep the others from touching her as they move through the huge room.

Fauna's ploy doesn't work though. Halfway through the room an Isa, a woman, stops her by touching her breast and she stops like she has been ordered too; impatiently waiting for the woman to finish shaming her. It's bad enough to be felt up in public but Fauna feels even worse when the Isa begins feeling both of her breasts and talking to the man who is obviously her husband and to their two senshue as if she isn't even there.

"My, these are nice tits Honey, she would be so nice to have in our bed when we play." A hand goes down Fauna's body, "Spread your legs deary I want to see if you are a little hotty or not. There's a good girl." Fauna does as she is told even as she pushes her tit into the hand still rubbing it. The Isa's eyes go wide when her hand finds Fauna's wet thigh on its way to her cunt. "Honey this senshue is positively dripping!" she almost shouts to the amusement of the people around them; causing Fauna to want to sink into the floor and disappear. She slips two fingers into the senshue she is fondling then brings them to her nose to smell Fauna's scent, "Sweet. Would you like to taste her Honey?" 




Another World Ch. 01



"Of course," the husband answers as he opens his mouth to his lady's fingers. "Yes very sweet and tasty too." He smiles at his wife and takes her hand to walk away with their senshue at their heels; Fauna completely forgotten for now. 

Everything is happening too fast for Fauna. There is her outright kidnap and teleportation to another world that she can't escape from. A world where she finds herself a virtual sex slave though her Isa denies it. There are alien thoughts and memories that are just below the surface of her mind. She wonders why she is calling her boobs tits and her vagina a cunt now; she wasn't an hour ago. Lydia is nowhere in sight and Isa hands are touching her body everywhere. It's too much; she moans and starts to faint. A strong arm grabs her around her waist as she begins to sag.

"Don't quit on us now. You have a long night ahead of you senshue of mine," a familiar voice whispers as the Isa holds her up. 

"Professor! Is that you?"

"Yes I am a professor but I am also your Isa," the man husks. "You are the prettiest assistant sent to us yet. I'm tempted to keep your papers for a very long time."

"What?" Fauna asks as she comes out of her black, swirling almost faint. "Oh Professor Smythe I have had a very bad dream."

"It's not a dream. My name is Isa John to you. You are my senshue and I will use you as the contract allows."

"What?"

"Hold my hand senshue. I'm taking you to the stage."

"Why Isa John?"

The man she knew and respected looks at his new senshue with hooded, lustful eyes, "Because that is where you will lose your virginity in front of all the Isa and senshue here."

Fauna's hand is trembling as she offers it to the mirror of the man she trusted on Earth. She can't help herself.

"That's a good senshue."

Fauna looks into the mesmerizing eyes of her Isa and meekly allows him to lead her to a stage set up near the one for the band.

"Put on a good show for me senshue," her Isa tells her and then he leaves her there to sit in the front row of seats.

Fauna is very nervous now. She is standing next to a bed in the center of a stage with at least a hundred pairs of eyes looking at her and feeling more naked and exposed than she has ever felt before. 

A male senshue climbs the steps to walk toward her with his thick cock swaying in a sheer pouch.

"No, No," Fauna cries looking at him, "I'm a virgin! Please don't."

The young man pays her no heed and steps up to her to wrap his arms around her shaking body and bend to kiss the top of her head before nuzzling down to nibble at her ear. 

"I'll be gentle, trust me," the male senshue whispers to the shivering girl in his strong arms. "Tell me your name so I can call it out when I come in you."

Realizing that these cruel people expect to watch her lose her virginity; that a man is going to fuck her in front of them Fauna begins to sob into the hard chest of the male holding her so tightly, so patiently.

His strong arms tighten on Fauna, "Tell me your name, mine is Magis." 

"My Isa calls me Fauna."

"That's a pretty name, it makes me think of a shy doe in the forest," Magis murmurs. "That's what you are, aren't you?"

Fauna nods her head yes on Magis' strong chest. All resistance is gone from her now and her tears are wetting him. She is using him to hide the sight of all the Isa watching her and she holds him tight. Magis' hands roam over her body; hugging her, feeling her before sliding up her back to undo the ties of the shoulder straps that hold her dress on. She feels the twin tugs at her shoulders and knows that the only thing that holds her dress up now is Magis hugging her. She knows that her dress is see through and she may as well have been naked all night and she has been touched everywhere; but to let it drop to the floor now and be totally nude in front of all these people is too much for her to think about. 

She wishes that her Terral thoughts would take over now. But they don't; her deflowering, her rape, is going to happen soon in front of an audience of Isa while she still is thinking like an Earthling.

Magis gently pushes her away from him to let her diaphanous dress slither down her body to the floor while he caresses her, "Undo my pouch Fauna," he whispers. 

Fauna leans her head against the hard chest of Magis again, "I can't; I have never done this before. I'm a virgin. I can't." 

"You know you have to. Pretend they aren't there. Think that I love you. Tell me you love me."

She is still for a long moment, "I don't love you, but you are a kind and gentle man."

"Think what you have to think to get through this night Fauna. Now take my pouch off."

Fauna looks out at the crowd of Isa and senshue intently watching her every move and looks back the strong man holding her before nervously reaching down with shaking hands to pull at the black ribbon bow tie that holds his pouch on. She watches her hands as they pull at the ribbon and loosen it to pull off the pouch. It all seems to be in slow motion to her. The audience is forgotten. It has to be.

The silky pouch is still in her hand when Magis caresses her, "Now touch me."

Her head is still pressed against Magis' chest. She drops the tiny bit of cloth from her hand and touches him where he wants. She has never even seen a real penis before, but tonight she feels the hardness of one under its soft skin as she gets bolder and bolder. In spite of all that has happened in the last few hours she is getting excited. She can't help herself. Her hands wrap around the warm shaft of Magis and begin to move up and down it. She moans as she feels his hands on her. She doesn't know what to do but her body does; one hand moves down to gently play with Magis' balls while the other keeps stroking the long, thick shaft it can't even wrap around.

"Careful," Magis whispers when she squeezes his balls too hard, "you have to be gentle there."

Fauna continues to stroke the cock in her hand and caress his heavy balls. She has never done this before but it feels so right now for some reason. She wonders if that thought is hers or the shadow memories of the senshue she is in this world.

"Do you like touching me?"

Fauna looks up into deep blue eyes and reluctantly nods her head yes.

"Do you like me touching you?"

"Yes, I do. It feels so good," she answers truthfully.

His hands are all over her now; touching her and holding her, driving her crazy with passion, with desire.

He stops and looks at her. "Get on the bed," he tells her, "I want to lick you and kiss you in places I know a man has never touched."

Faun has no choice now. She never had a choice since she came to this new world. She crawls onto the bed and lies on her back to look at the senshue with a thick cock who is going to take her virginity.

"That's a magnificent cock!" she thinks then gives a nervous little laugh at her crazy thought. 

He smiles at her then kneels down to kiss and suck on her nipple. The sensations as Magis holds her breast to his mouth and licks and bites her tender nipple go straight to her clit. She finds herself bucking her hips up to meet an imaginary cock with each touch of his tongue; each little nibble at her swollen tit. When he moves to the other breast she moans her frustration at the loss of pleasure then moans again when his warm tongue touches her other nipple. A soft, tender hand caresses the soft skin between her legs and she feels his fingers toying with her, touching her, caressing her and bringing her close to an orgasm.

The fingers stop. "Suck my cock," he whispers.

Fauna is so close, so ready to cum that she doesn't even think, she kisses her way down Magis' body to the hard cock she has been stroking for so long and looks at what she holds and wonders at the size and beauty if it. "This won't fit in me, it's too big," she thinks as she licks at the dewy moisture that leaks from the thick head and tastes a man for the first time. Gentle hands push her head down until she has as much of him in her mouth as she can take.

"Do you want my cock in you? Do you want me to take your virginity?"

Fauna can't answer that. Her mouth is full of cock but she can't say no now, she is ready; she looks up with a man in her mouth to nod her head yes. She pulls her head off the cock in her mouth to look up at his eyes, "Yes, fuck me," she whispers. "Fuck me now!" she yells.

The crowd of people watching her is totally forgotten. Her world is Magis now. Magis and his wonderful cock wet with her saliva and still in her hands; she can't let it go.

"Ah, thank you but I am going to lick your cunt first. I'm going to lick your clit until you cum on my face.

"Please!" Fauna yells needing every touch Magis gives her now. She is surprised at her reactions; her instant response to his caresses. She didn't know. How could she. No man has ever touched her before.

Magis kisses each nipple then licks at her body as he moves down her. Fauna keeps her hands on his head to play with his hair and hold the tongue and lips where they feel best and then she gasps out a long sighing cry of lust when his tongue touches her where only hands have been. She spreads her legs and lifts her knees to give Magis full access to her and feels so free. 

"Oh god!" she yells as he sucks her inner lips into his mouth and licks furiously at her clit. Both of her hands are on his head now; holding him tight to her. She doesn't care who is watching now. "Make me cum!" she yells as she pushes her hips up. Magis does make her cum; he licks at her clit and sticks his tongue deep into her moist pussy as deep as it will go until she bucks her cunt at him and holds him tight to her. 

Her body is still shuddering and quivering, "I had no idea," is all Fauna can say when she comes back to Terral. 

"Do you want stay a virgin?"

"No," she whispers, "take me."

Magis moves up the bed kissing the girl under him; kissing and licking her belly, her breasts, her neck and finally her lips. 

"Guide me into you."

Fauna doesn't even think. Her hands reach between them. She eagerly grabs the hard cock and rubs the head of it over her wetness and then puts it where it needs to be, "Take me. Fuck me. I'm ready. I want you. I need you in me!" she yells.

Magis is silent. He smiles at the senshue below him and takes her for her Isa, like he was told to do.

There is a sudden pain and then she feels a man in her for the first time. Her virginity is gone. He lies still on top of her; in her. He waits for the senshue under him to calm, to quit vibrating on his hardness and then he moves once and again. Her legs raise to cross above his ass to urge him deeper into her and her arms pull his head to her breast and then lift it to kiss him passionately.

"Fuck me!" she breaths as she looks into his eyes.

Magis doesn't need to be told what to do; he begins to thrust into the senshue under him and loves it each time she eagerly pushes her hips up to meet him.

Fauna can't believe what she is feeling. She feels the thick head of a cock gliding in and out of her. She feels the strong arms of Magis holding her, and she knows that at least a hundred people are watching her as a strange male who has just told her his name takes her virginity. 

She feels so many things; she feels wonderful, she feels like a slut, she's an object, a nothing, a sex slave, a senshue that is being fucked for her Isa's pleasure, all of those feelings, all of those sensations and none. But she responds to the thickness pushing into her like every woman on every world will. She grunts out her rising pleasure at each thrust until she starts her first orgasm and then there is another. They don't stop. One follows another. She seems to be moaning constantly as each orgasm overlaps the other. All rational thought is gone, her legs and arms flail out under the male that is fucking her. His name is Magis and she knows that it is a name she will never forget. Her heels lock over his ass and pull him to her and her arms scratch at his back and then grab at the sheet under her as she cums again.

"Cum in me!" she yells. "I want to feel your hot sperm in me!"

Magis begins to pump harder and faster at the urgings of the senshue under him. He has never been with such an ardent virgin before. She drives him crazy and he is so close now.

"I'm going to cum in you!" he yells to the world.

"Yes! Cum in me, I want to feel your hot sperm filling me!" she yells back and rakes his back with her nails almost drawing blood. 

"I had no idea!" she screams as yet another orgasm hits her and she feels him push as deep as he can into her to hold still as his cock begins to pulse. 

She is amazed. She can feel the hard, velvety soft shaft get even thicker in her and then she feels the first spurt go up its length to spew out and warm her and then another. Magis groans out his release as he pumps himself into her pushing into her. 

Fauna feels so full, so relaxed, so completely satisfied as she lies pressed down under the hard body of a male. She feels Magis go small and slide out of her and licks at his chest. She holds him tight to her.

"Is this the way it's supposed to be?" Fauna asks with her mouth close to her lover's ear.

"It is with me," Magis whispers back, "I don't know how Isa John will be with you. You are his senshue. I am just the one they chose to take your virginity."

"Thank you. You were so tender." Fauna sobs then, "I feel like a hooker, a... I don't know... something bad being fucked in front of an audience." 

"Don't."

"How can I not," she whispers at the man who just made her so happy and caresses his smiling face.

"Forget them."

"I can't."

"Lick me clean. The Isa expect that of you." 

"They do?"

"Yes, lick my cock clean senshue."

"I can't do that. It's filthy!"

It is one more thing after another. Fauna wonders what will be next.

"It's just your juice and my sperm and it's what you are expected to do when you have been fucked."

Magis moves up Fauna's body to put his cock at her lips. "Clean me."

She looks into the eyes of the man that just made her so happy and opens her mouth to taste herself and a man for the first time. He smiles down at her and grows hard again in her mouth.

"You will make your Isa so happy," Magis says and takes himself out of her mouth to get off the bed when she has cleaned him and joins his Isa; an Isa named Michel.

"Don't leave me!" Fauna cries and looks out at the room as he walks away. She is surprised when Magis kneels in front of a woman and crawls under her dress. Senshue heads are bobbing up and down between the legs of the men and some are sitting on men's laps. The women have their senshue hidden under their dresses pleasuring them. Fauna wants to laugh at the sight of male feet sticking out from under heavy dresses but she can't. It's too much. 

Isa John beckons to her.

Fauna can't take anymore. She won't. She will not let this happen. 

But she finds herself walking toward her Isa with swaying hips and wet between her legs. "How can she feel and act this way!" she wonders as she kneels to reach into her Isa's tights; to pull out and hold his cock and swallow as much of it that she could. She doesn't feel like a slut now; she feels like a senshue and she doesn't even think about putting her dress back on. Why bother now. She feels strange. Something is happening to change her since Magis took her virginity. She wonders if the Terral memories are taking over so soon. She looks up into her Isa's eyes with his cock in her mouth and begins to bob her head in his lap and lick at the hardness in her. Urging him to cum in her, to feed her his sperm. Her hands caress him with one gently cupping and squeezing his balls and the other stroking what she can't fit into her mouth. She doesn't even question that she wants him to cum in her mouth now and when he does she isn't ready. Her Isa's cock throbs and pulses sending huge loads of his sperm into her tiny mouth. She tries to swallow it all like she somehow knows she should but most flows out past her lips and down her chin onto her tits. 

Fauna doesn't care; she loves the taste and the heat of him in her mouth, on her chin and then on her tits. One of her hands begins to idly rub the sperm all over her chest as she licks her Isa clean like Magis has just taught her.

By now most of the Isa have had their orgasms and the female senshue have put the men back into their tights and the males have crawled out from under the heavy dresses of the women with very wet faces.

A fresh warm breeze flows through open windows into the ballroom where Fauna has lost her innocence but the air is filled with the heady aroma of sex. The women all leave the room, presumably to clean themselves while the men crowd around the bar; ignoring their senshue for the most part. The area around Fauna is littered with torn bits of gauze and she sees that she isn't the only one nude now. She moves to a far corner to think and try to regain her composure. She tries unsuccessfully to deny what has just happened to her. Her Earth mind is screaming rape but she can't deny what Magis took from her; what he gave to her and what she did after with her Isa. The worst part is that she participated in and enjoyed everything she did. The drying cum of a male and an Isa cover her body. Long thick streams of Magis leak from her and coat her thighs while her tits feel tight from the rubbed in sperm of Isa John.

Fauna hears a voice in her head as she stands alone, "You're new here." 

"What!" she screams back in her mind looking around her wondering what the hell just happened. 

"Ouch! That hurt! Don't scream. Be still and quiet please."

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"That's better There is a secret that the Isa don't know about us."

"No shit. It's a pretty good secret. How can you talk to me? Who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm here near you. We somehow become telepathic when we are sent here."

"Where?"

"Don't try to find me."

"You found me."

"Shhh. Be still. Quit looking around you Fauna." There is a silence and then the voice in her head tells her, "Don't let them know about this!"

"What do you mean don't let them know! I don't know!"

"We don't know either."

"Um?"

"Yes, 'um' is as good a word as any. Every senshue you see here tonight was teleported by a jealous Lydia or a Professor. All the Isa know that. We are their slaves."

"That's not what the Lydia here tells me."

"Indentured? Contract?"

"Yes."

"Have you tried to resist what they want?"

"Yes but I enjoyed it!"

"So did I when my Isa fucked my ass with her dildo."

"Oh. Did you?"

"Of course not."

"Who are you?"

"Meet me at the café in two days."

"What café?"

"You'll know."

Then Fauna's mind clears. Who ever was talking to her is gone from her mind. 

Hours later Isa John sends Fauna home in his limousine, this time the driver doesn't even pretend to ignore her. He openly stares at her naked body and smiles at her as he helps her into the front seat of the car making sure that she sits on a towel to protect the expensive leather from what is still leaking from her. The sun is rising as they drive out through the gate and down a road that fauna remembers as much wider. 

"I know that you are new to Terral tonight, I sense it even though I have driven you home before. It's a weird feeling knowing that tonight is your first night here and at the same time you sold your papers to Professor Smythe months back when you came of age." He reaches across to gently touch the outside of her thigh and Fauna jumps away.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not Isa. Its just that I sometimes touch the senshue I drive home. Its all I can do though. Just a light touch and a nice talk, if you will, on our way to town." Both his hands are on the steering wheel now as they speed down the narrow lane that should be a highway. 




Another World Ch. 01



"Yes." She said shakily, hardly believing that there was anything more intense than what she had already felt. Then she felt it, it seemed to radiate from Drew to her and then back. It felt like all of her nerves were alive with pleasure. She gasped as it built and built. Drew was right, she thought, it was going to kill her.

"You'll be reborn as mine." Drew growled as he continued to hammer in and out of her. 

"Oh, yes." She cried as the spring wound tighter and tighter.

"Almost there." He grunted as he grabbed her withering hips in his hands and held her still to take his furious thrusts. 

"Will you cum with me, Drew?" She cried, all her inhibitions forgotten as she approached the peak with him. Staring into his eyes she had his answer before he even gave it.

"Hell, yes. I can't stop it now." He cried as he felt the final peak approach. All the sexual energy that his kind stored inside themselves gathered in the base of his cock. He knew it was only going to be moments before he and his chosen crossed the line and completed the bonding. Wrapping his arms tighter around her quaking figure Drew spun around and pressed her back against the closed door. And holding eye contact with her he let go and pushed both of them off the highest peak. 

"GRACE!" he screamed as his cock shot rope after rope of sexual energy into her welcoming body. He saw the energy hit her as she arched away from the door and her orgasm doubled in intensity.

"ANDREW!" She gasped. "I'm cumming!" She screamed. Just as he promised she would. He groaned as the energy was returned to him in force causing his cock to spasm again and again. When it was finally over they both rested against the door, breathing raggedly.

"Drew..." she whispered softly.

"Hmm..." he murmured as he rested his forehead against hers. Neither one of them had broken eye contact.

"Thank You." She said as her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry, little one." He said. "You did nothing wrong." He said trying to reassure, thinking that she might be ashamed of her earlier behavior.

"I'm not. I've never felt anything like that." She shyly confessed. 

"Would you like to feel it again?" He asked as he hardened inside of her again. Moving slowly, he rocked his hips against hers.

"Again?" She gasped as she felt her pussy muscles clench with excitement.

"I want to make love to you all night, Grace." He said as he stepped back from the wall and carried his lover across the room, still impaled on his hard flesh. He smiled happily as she came again before he reached the bedroom. Walking into the room, he flipped the lights on with his elbow. Then sliding his fingers between their bodies, he unsnapped his pants and shoved them off his hips. By the time he had settled her on the bed he had managed to kick his shoes off and slip his pants off. Laying naked on top of her, he started to thrust in and out of her again. Reaching up he unpinned her hair and used the long locks to tease his fingers. "You have beautiful hair, little one." When she started squirming under him, trying to get the rest of her dress off, he chuckled and helped her remove it. Finally, he thought, we are as we should be, naked skin against naked skin. Grace seemed to moan in approval. Leaning down he covered her lips with his and gave her a tongue tangling, passionate kiss. When he finally released her mouth, he rearranged her legs over his shoulders. "Trust me." He murmured. Grace squealed as he penetrated even deeper into her welcoming body.

"Love me..." She gasped as she approached another climax. 

"I do..." He growled as he started hammering against her lush bottom. She seemed taken back by his statement, but didn't have time to process it before he pushed her body into another hard cum.

"Oh yes!" she squealed. His head snapped back as the sexual energy bounced from her to him. Gritting his teeth he tried to hold on, so his little one could cum again with him. Grace gasped as she heard his thoughts."Oh cum with me. Fill my pussy full!" she cried as sexual heat washed over her.

"You want me to cum, to fill your wet little pussy?' he growled.

"Yes!" she panted. 

"You want the alien you love, to fill you full of cum?" He taunted from between clenched teeth.

"YES!" She screamed as she teetered on the edge of nirvana. 

"Then tell me, you love me and I'll fill you full of me." He demanded.

"I LOVE YOU!" She cried as her orgasm rolled through her.

"And I, you." He gritted out as his body went ridge and empty it's self into his love's hot pussy. 

Later, Drew lay under the covers with his chosen, truly content for the first time in his life. He had sent away for his chosen thinking he would have to seduce her, but in the end founded himself seduced. He smiled and gathered her closer, before dropping off to sleep, to dream about making all the fantasies she had teased him with come true.



Another World Ch. 02



Alexa watched as her brother, Andrew escorted in their new lab tech. Both carried the glow of satisfaction. She smiled at both of them in greeting. She would have to pull Grace aside later and talk to her. She was sure that her brother had treated her new friend well. After Andrew passed her, she caught Grace's eye. 'Meet me in the break room,' she mouthed. After nodding, Grace followed Andrew into the lab.

Grace sat at her desk and snuck peeks at her new lover. She knew that having an affair with the boss, couldn't be the smartest thing she could have done. Back home there were laws about such things and most workplaces didn't allow that. Not that it deterred many people. But on this planet, she wasn't sure what was proper and wasn't. But she knew it gave her a secret thrill to have intimate knowledge of her boss. 

Andrew tried desperately to keep his mind on the task in front of him. His chosen one was making it difficult though. Every time she glanced his way, he could feel the heat of her eyes on him. It was rather distracting to say the least. Maybe he needed to take some vacation time and take the delectable Grace with him. Maybe after a couple of days of taking her every way he could think of, would ease his awareness of her. Looking over at her, he caught her eyes. He watched as a blush spread over her ivory skin. Their telepathic link was growing even stronger. Oh, little one, he thought, you shouldn't be tempting me. I remember all to well what it felt like to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. The blush heightened on her face and her breath became faster. Andrew groaned and knew that he shouldn't be tempting fate; that work was no place to be having those types of thoughts. But she was so irresistible. Sighing he tried to turn his wayward mind back to the task at hand. 

Grace met Alexa in the break room. Her new friend was nearly bursting at the seams. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down and waited for the inevitable questions to come. And she didn't have long to wait.

"How did it go?" Alexa asked as she sat down across from her.

"Wonderful." Grace said with a happy sigh. "Better than I have ever had."

"That's great. Did it help?" 

"I wish. But I'm not sure that getting involved with Drew, is the greatest idea. It's not commonplace where I come from. And this telepathic link between us, is rather distracting. I try not to think of any erotic thoughts but every time I feel his eyes on me, I can't help it." Grace ended in a wail.

"I can only promise that it will get better with time." Alexa said with a smile.

After a long morning, Andrew realized that he wasn't going to make it home without taking his chosen one. The intensity of his desire had only increased with every look that Grace had given him. So as lunch hour approached he waited for his sister to leave. She always had lunch with her chosen one every day. He was sure that they indulged in the same pastime that he wanted to indulge in with Grace. He heaved a sigh of relief when his sister told him she was leaving for her lunch. Quickly he followed her to the front of the office. As she paused at the front door, he stopped and spoke in low tones to her.

"Make sure you take a long lunch, Alexa. In fact you can have the rest of day off, if you want," he coaxed.

"Really?" She replied. "You've got it bad," she teased, before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Just make sure you lock the door behind me, little brother. I wouldn't want any customers interrupting your pleasure."

"Oh, I will," he said with a grin.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun!" she said as she left. 

After closing the door and locking it, Andrew took a deep breath, then he went in search of Grace. He found her in the lab working on a sample. Walking up behind her, he spun the chair that she was sitting in around to face him. 

"What?" Grace squeaked in surprise.

"I need you right now," he growled before covering her mouth with his. As it had happened the night before, she went up in flames. He certainly knew how to use his tongue, she thought. 

"And I'm going to run it all over your little body.," he growled before taking the lobe of her ear into his moist mouth. A rush of pleasure washed over her as he continued to suck on her ear before running his lips down her neck. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, before running her hands down his chest, to the edge of his pants. She toyed with the button for a moment before plunging her hand into them. He had said that he wanted her now, and she had been on the edge all morning. She was already so excited that she didn't need his endless foreplay. She wanted him deep inside her, right now! Pulling her out of her chair, Drew backed her up toward his desk. When they reached it, he turned her around so she was facing away from him. Giving her a gentle shove, he had her draped over it on her stomach. Grace moaned softly, hoping that he was going to give it to her now.

"Oh yes," he growled. "This first time is going to be fast and hard, little one. But don't worry," he continued, "I'm going to fuck your little pussy for the rest of the day." 

"But Alexa," she started.

"Is at home. She won't be back until tomorrow," he finished as he pushed his pants down. Reaching over, he flipped her skirt up and growled. His chosen one hadn't bothered with putting on any underwear. Placing the head of his cock against her moist cleft, he gave a deep groan and buried himself to the hilt. "Oh, yes! Damn, your pussy is wet," he growled as he bent over her. "And I'm gonna fuck it hard." Grace could do nothing but pant as he started hammering in and out of her. Almost immediately she was on the verge of climaxing under him. He gritted his teeth and pounded even harder into her. Placing his mouth next to her ear, he whispered softly, "You're gonna cum all over my cock, aren't you little one? I want you to soak it. I want to hear the wetness of our bodies joining together." 

Wrapping his arms around her body he rubbed his hand against her hard nipples and sent the other one between her legs. After finding the hard knot of her clit, he rubbed it. Immediately he could feel her get even wetter and start to tense up as her orgasm approached. 

"Oh yes. That's it, little one. Come on..." he coaxed as he continued to rub as he pounded in and out of her delectable body. 

Grace gritted her teeth and tried to stop her body from exploding. She wanted to enjoy it a little bit longer. Drew groaned when he realized her intentions. "No, little one. Right now!" he hissed in her ear. And to add fuel to the fire, he gave her the mental image of what they were doing.

Grace gasped as she received the image of them. She couldn't believe how hot it was. She saw herself draped over the desk, her blond hair escaping from its pins; her new lover hunched over her, thrusting rapidly in and out of her. And the sharp contrast of their clothed bodies with the passionate lovemaking they were participating in sent her over the edge. Drew growled in pleasure as he felt her body go rigid and then buck uncontrollably under him. 

"Yes, cum!" he encouraged.

"Drew!!!" she squealed, arching under him. 

He pinned her down and continued to hammer in and out of her. Grace whimpered as she felt another climax sneak up on her. It was Drew's turn to try and hang on. He wanted to send her over the edge again. But his body was more than ready to go over the edge itself. Fighting to hold on he straightened. But he wasn't prepared for Grace to follow him. Reaching behind her she wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her hips urgently against him 

"Grace," he growled urgently. "Don't. You're gonna make me cum." 

"Yes!" she shouted as her orgasm rolled through her. "Cum with me!" 

"You asked for it." he growled as his orgasm shot like wildfire through his system. 

Grace screamed again when she felt the warmth of his climax. They hung together like that for a few minutes, trying to get their breaths back. 

"Hmm, maybe that'll tide me over until we get home," he said as he nibbled on her ear. Grace squirmed with pleasure and felt him start to harden inside of her again. 

"Then again, maybe not," She whispered as she pulled his head closer to her and placed a moist kiss on his lips...



Another World Ch. 02



I had been running so fast that when the Kull hit me from behind, we went down in a twisted mass of long limbs and longer hair. I had lost the tie to my waist length braid hell knows where, probably miles back. And this Kull's hair was pretty long to, held back only enough to keep his eyes free. Kind of hard to be all berserker warmongering if you can't see from the hair in your eyes, I figured in that insane way one can sometimes go all analytical and fact figuring at the weirdest of times.

Then we were rolling over and over in that pretty clearing. And I could hear the softly comforting sound of the creek gurgling lazily over the rocks. And the damn birds chirping cheerfully. And it all pissed me off in this vague, back of my mind way.

I had this distant thought that it was a damn good thing this Kull never used his weight on me the dozen or so time we were rolling across the meadow clearing. Because he was at least twice my weight and could have easily crushed me. Hell, he was over a foot taller then me! He was seven foot something easy.

And then we stopped rolling, with me on top. And I erupted into a desperate battle to wrench free of the two arms that had clamped like steel around my body.

I couldn't claw at him. He had my arms trapped between us.

I screamed my rage and desperation, and tried to knee him. Fuck me, no holds barred here! I don't think it's very nice to knee a man in the jewels, but this wasn't exactly a normal situation. I had never been coached on the etiquette of first contact with an alien race. And considering that this alien had me trapped on top of him, with a very obvious and rather alarmingly sized erection pressing into my belly my only thought was to get the fuck gone! And I didn't care how much damage I had to cause to be up and running like hell again!

When I tried to knee him, he snarled and rolled us over. And suddenly my chance for escape seemed to drop instantly to right, maybe in your dreams!

Because I couldn't even move, not so much as a wriggle. I had over a quarter ton of male on top of me. And that was more then enough to easily keep me where he wanted me.

He trapped both my wrists in one big hand, slamming them down against the earth up over my head, high, hard and tight. Then used his free hand to rake and push my wildly swirling hair away from my face. I guess he wanted a good look at what he had captured.

He grinned down at me with feral, rapacious pleasure, and jerked my captured wrists up even higher over my head.

I glared up at him with furious, impotent rage. And the bastard laughed at me.

"Pretty little slut." He rumbled.

He spoke English. That scared the shit out of me. It meant they weren't here just randomly. They knew enough about Earth to learn our language. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how they had. I hoped it was all science fiction done via computers or some other version of alien technology. Because to think they had maybe been taking people from earth for God alone knew how long to learn our language was not a comforting thought.

Why was this happening to me? I was a junior in college. I wasn't up for dealing with this. I wanted to write for my life. I was working towards an English degree, thinking I wanted to work at a publishing company until I was good enough at writing to pay my way doing that. I was carrying a minor in minority studies. But an alien race was a much different subject then say the Latino community or the Native American nation.

He dropped his lower body to settle heavily between my sprawled thighs and my eyes went wide and everything I was stupidly thinking about left my mind.

How the hell did he run so fast, assuming he had that the entire time? Because he was hard already, when he tackled me from behind.

I bucked up violently, having some crazy stupid idea of trying to throw him off. I'd have had better luck trying to move a fucking lightening dropped tree for all the good it did me.

He liked it though. It made him shudder in a way that vibrated that massive body against mine.

He literally purred down at me. "Do that again."

"Like hell!" I yowled. "Get off!"

"So you can try and kick me where you kicked my pack mate? I think not girl."

I was a woman facing a man she knew instinctively was stronger then her. That point was a total no brainer. An absolute given. The man had a foot at least over me in height and probably weighed close to twice what I did. So I was a bit reeling at this point.

None of this was normal. First of all we had the whole, hey alien, first contact thing here. And then add to that the whole this alien is on top of me and alien or not I know a fucking hard on when it's pressing against my belly!

So I responded as normal. I panicked and I went wild. Fighting and jerking and trying to get free like a spitting little Irish hellion wildkatt. I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and that I was just exhausting myself. But I wanted him off me so desperately. I knew I was a tiny, tasty bit of prey to a great big, fierce predator. There was no room for my thinking mind to tell me that I couldn't win this. I just went all primal, fighting like hell!

I'm from Earth. I couldn't wrap my mind around the ways of the Kull. I had no clue. No idea. And thus, no chance.

I just went totally, animal wild. Nothing in my mind beyond the fact that I was the prey of something much bigger and stronger then me. I knew that much. I knew from the start I wouldn't, couldn't win. Some people just play dead at that point. And some go feral wild, like a simple mindless beast with one leg caught in the vicious teeth of a steel trap, a creature willing to chew that leg away to try for freedom. 

During those long, sweaty moments I learned that I wasn't one to play dead and give up.

I fought him so hard. He wasn't of my world. He wasn't human. And I just let go and fought him like a pure animal. I let go of what my society expected of a civilized woman.

I fought him with the part of me that had always remained submerged because I had never needed it. Never had to fight off a mugger or rapist, never had a boyfriend suddenly lose his temper and try and hurt me. I have never had to fight anyone before.

I remember thinking in this dazed way, hey I'm actually kind of good at this, too bad he weighs twice what I do. If only he was my size and weight...and then the knife was flashing up over us, silver and shiny.

I screamed protest to the beautiful, cloudless blue sky. I wasn't going to beg this alien bastard for mercy. Nobody gets out alive. I guess today was my day to really learn that.

And the knife came down, slamming hilt deep into the hard soil over my head.

"Fuck!" I snarled, screaming again, the adrenalin shock when the knife connected with the ground rather then my heart nearly doing me in. "You chicken shit son of a bitch!" I howled.

He had slid his belt off while we wrestled and managed to snag it tight around my wrists. The knife that drove down, pinned the free end of that belt, and thus my wrists, to the ground over my head. And that ground was stone hard dry. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, no escape there. And I couldn't pull the knife out of the earth he'd punched it so deeply into.

"God damn it you fucker!" I shrieked, kicking out at him wildly as he flipped lithely to his feet.

I didn't connect. And he stood there just out of reach of any kick attempts, grinning down at me.

God those silver eyes were pretty!

I yelped and banged my head sharply against the hard ground. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was all bondage babe pinned to the ground and yet thinking, hey wow, my rapist dude has really pretty eyes!

"Stop it!" I spat. "You're doing something to me. Just fucking stop it you jerk! You're twice my weight and over a foot and a half taller. And I'm pinned to the God damned ground. Stop doinghatever the hell you're doing!" And then of course that insane, yep, here's a trait that evolution is gonna be leaping at to kill off curiosity perked. "What the hell are you doing to me? What kind of psych thing you got?"

He smiled at me, pulling his shirt over his head.

"It is not a "psych" thing." He corrected me. "We are a warrior race. The males of my people can be rather...alarming...to our females. They are not made to fight and resist as you seem inclined to. But they are quite adept at hiding. When a warrior of my people is seeking a mate, he sends out a scent that primes the woman he has chosen.."

"Oh, I know! Wait, what's that word....P something? Oh shit!" I yelped and would have slapped myself...were my hands NOT kind of tied up. What the hell was wrong with me! "Quit doing that!"

He looked down at me, his hands stilling at his waist.

"I have already stopped.. There is no more need for it. You are primed."

I gawked up at him for a moment. Oh!!!! No no no no no!

"No I'm not!" I yelped, fighting fiercely to try and wrench the knife out of the hard earth.

"I am not primed!" I screeched. "I am so way not primed! You stay the hell away from me!"

He ignored my fishwife shrieks and thrashing and continued calmly to undress.

When his pants came off I paused in my getting no where struggles to gape wide eyed for a moment. I suddenly could really understand why the females of his race had their tendency to hide. For all I knew the females of his race stood seven feet themselves and put the earth Amazons of lore to shame. Even so...gods above and below I would have sold my soul to be free to hide.

"Please." I whispered to him, suddenly so scared I couldn't even swallow. "Don't do this to me. I'm begging you.. Just let me go. I'll never say anything about Kulls. I'm really good with words. I can make them believe that Lynn just freaked about that wood chuck and I never caught up with her. No one would ever believe me anyhow, ever if I tried to tell them!"

He stood there over me, within kicking reach. I should have tried I guess.

"Please. Let me go."

For a moment those silver cold eyes softened. Then they went metallic again and I knew.

"I need a mate." He growled. "There are not enough females being born on my world. I did not come here to find an Earth mate. I came simply because my pack leader asked for my assistance in getting his mate back. But I need a mate, or I will die. Your scent called to me. When my blood brother took his woman back I should have stopped the chase, and faded to shadow to keep watch at his back. And I would have if he asked. But he told me, happy hunting, brother of my blood. He knew."

"Your blood, your sweat, your tears...they sing to me. There can be no other for me now. Unless you die."

He dropped to crouch over me so fast my mind and eyes reeled.

He loomed over me, around me. Just so fucking big and there and all I could do was stare up at him. God, he was so warm. I felt the flesh of his long legs against mine like a furnace that would eat and consume me when he touched me.

"God! Don't...please." I whimpered.

His hand snapped out like white lightning, and tightened around my throat.

"You have two choices woman. Accept me as your mate. Or die."

My mind said, let's try option number three. And so I exploded. My hands were tied, but damn it I was a runner. I knew my legs were strong. So I tried to kick him off.

And got no where.

I screamed my fury at him, best I could around the hard fingers clamped about my throat. "So kill me already, you son of a bitch!" I spat.

He smiled down at me. Oh God, oh God...no! He used his free hand to smooth my wild hair almost gently away from my face.

"Pretty little thing you are." He purred softly. "Tiny, yet so fierce." He slid a hot finger down the side of my face. "I think you will be a good mother. You are one who has the instinct. You would not hesitate to kill, should any dare to threaten our cubs."

I stared up at him, tears turning my green-gold eyes to crystal wells. Gods above and below...what the hell was he talking about? I was too young for cubs. What were cubs anyhow? Was he just talking about babies?

I was only 19! I wasn't even on birth control. Of course that was because I was still virgin, and kind of planning to stay that way, at least a little while longer.

"Untouched." He suddenly rasped.

What? Was he reading my mind?

"What? Oh no!" I wailed as he dropped to cover me.

It was the end off innocence.

It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't tender. It wasn't the stuff of fluffy, romantic love story books.

He tore my running shorts off, and my simple baby blue bikini panties, driving his cock hard up and ripping away my virginity even as he ripped my tank top away.

And I screamed to the beautiful, blue sky. Because it hurt! Gods above and below it hurt. He was huge, and I was untried. And he fucked that cock into me the way a conqueror takes his vanquished prey, hard and fast and giving no mercy.

I screamed until he growled low, and dropped his mouth over mine, to choke off my scream.

I tried to bite him, but he bit me instead , those sharp, strong white teeth I had glimpsed when he had grinned at me nibbling on my lower lip, drawing blood, then licking it away with obvious pleasure. I tore my mouth free and gasped. "Please stop! It hurts!"

He licked up my throat and bit the lobe of my ear. "I know. But it will be good soon."

I didn't see how the hell feeling like I was being torn in half could ever feel good, and then his hand slid between us and went to my clit, and I jolted.

"Oh!" I whimpered, trying to get away from those fingers. I didn't want it to be good. I was being raped by an alien. And I had a bad feeling, that when he went back to where he belonged, he was going to take me with. I wanted to keep fighting! But it was hard to remember I was supposed to do that. I don't know if it was what he had admitted the males of his race did, to make their females want mating. Or just the fact that I was a young, sexually ready woman experiencing her first time with a man, albeit an alien one. But when he started playing with my clit, and then ducked his head to lick and lightly bite back and forth between my nipples, I just responded.

Suddenly the hard flesh sliding in and out of my dampening core didn't feel like such a hateful, hurtful invasion. It started to feel good. I arched against him, when he started to pull out, and he groaned, ramming his cock back deep.

He purred against the nipple he had been suckling, and it made my belly clench tight. I shoved my body up and clenched my cunt tight around the cock impaling me and he snarled, low and deep, biting my nipple hard. He reared up, planted his arms next to head and stared down at me, those metallic silver eyes almost blinding in the intensity of their shine.

"Yes. Good, my mate. And now we fuck. And you will know that you are mine and that I will give every last drop of my blood until the end times come to protect you and the cubs we will share. Know this, I will die for you and ours, I swear oath to that promise."

I stared back up at those beautiful eyes and thought I had probably gone insane because I wasn't scared or angry anymore. This was what my life had been leading me towards. This was my destiny, corny as that might sound. I didn't really have anything, or anyone on earth. Yes, I was a bright, brilliant, talented young woman, with much to give to the world. Was it wrong, to decide, and willingly give those skills and talents, to a world other then Earth?

Life had chosen to offer me a wild adventure. I could live in another world, mate to the sort of man I would probably never find on earth. Was I willing to take the chance?

"And I will give my last drop of blood and my last breath to protect you and the cubs that come. I will even die for you and they, I swear oath to that promise!" I gasped out, feeling like I was going to die from the intensity of this.

Fucking hell, I was a 19 year old country girl! What was happening to me? I had never been so scared in my life!

"I'm scared." I whispered, still staring up at him.

He kissed me, his tongue slipping over my lips, wetting them comfortingly.

"I know mate. It's all right though.. I will take care of you. You know that."

And I did. Somehow, I did know that when a Kull male took a mate, hell and the devil himself would have a battle on his hands should the evil one seek to interfere.

"Why me?"

"Because you were made for me."

Oh God, I knew I was. Didn't matter that we from different worlds. I was made for him. I was made to be his mate.

I whispered up to him. "Release me. I need to touch you."

He grinned with arrogant pleasure, and easily yanked the knife free of the hard earth, releasing my wrists from the belt.

I moaned, softly. "Now fuck me."

And he did, while I wrapped my thighs around his waist and fucked back hard against the thick, long cock eagerly slamming in and out of my wet pussy.

I pulled on that long hair and bit him. And he laughed with the joy of a male who had found a mate when many of his world died still desperately seeking one.

Thus he took his pleasure twofold. He knew he was likely to fill my fertile belly with his seed, and give cubs to his world, some of whom would be female. And so fucking me hard, he knew his world would go on.

And heaven or hell will never have a hope at getting the best over the cub of an Irish heathen hellion of a bitch brat and a Kull warrior. Hello world, we're here.



Another World Ch. 02



Megan was standing in the living room waiting for her husband to get ready. There was a neighborhood BBQ and Leif was on the phone with someone from work. She was wearing a soft green dress, which accented her red hair nicely. She was almost twenty-three years old and had a small, petite body. She was wearing three-inch heels, but her husband was still over a foot taller then her.

"Sorry baby. Work emergency." Leif kissed his wife on the cheek and they walked hand in hand towards the conference center. They lived in Falconcrest Estates, a prestigious gated community in Arizona. They had been married four years and she was a stay at home wife. Megan really didn't know what her husband did for a living. It had something to do with intelligence and computers. All she knew was that he made enough to give her the life she always wanted.

They entered the back area of the conference center and all the neighbors were there. They separated and Megan immediately noticed the newest member of the community. Marianna was short, with brown curly hair. Megan had always been a social butterfly so she walked up and introduced herself. As the afternoon continued, the yard was split in half. On one side the men drank beer and chatted about their work. They all worked for the same company and not as if Megan noticed, but they were all very similar in their physical features. All were very tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. The women were all petite, but varied in hair color and age. Marianna looked to be about twenty-five, but there were women who were as young as eighteen and as old as thirty-five.

"So how do you like the neighborhood so far?" Megan and Marianna were sitting on a bench together sipping wine.

"It's beautiful. More then I can imagine. So tell me about yourself."

"Well I'm twenty-two years old. Leif and I have been married for four years. That's about all."

"What about before you were married?" Marianna tried not to be so demanding, but she needed some information.

"Oh that doesn't matter. I don't remember a lot really. Just normal childhood stuff."

Marianna made a mental note and they continued to chat for the rest of the afternoon. When dinner was served they all sat around a large outdoor table. It was a perfect day.

As the sun set, Leif and Megan made their way home. They entered their house and made their way upstairs. Leif went into his home office to check on a few things and when he returned, Megan was lying on the bed on her hands and knees wearing this sexy black crotchless panty. Her pussy juices were dripping down her thighs and her clit was poking out from her pussy lips.

"Fuck you drive me crazy baby." Leif yanked off his clothing and pulled Megan so she was perched on the edge of their king size bed. He thrust inside her hard and fast. He stood on the carpeted flood and gripped her hips. They were facing the dresser mirror and could see her facial expressions. After four years, they still could never get enough of each other.

"Your little green dress today drove me crazy. I wanted to grab you and fuck you so badly."

Megan grinned. She was close to cumming and Leif knew it. He reached under and rubbed her clit hard and fast. She came hard, crying out loudly.

"Tell me what you want baby."

"I want you to cum inside me."

"Tell me why."

"So you can make me pregnant."

Leif groaned and thrust himself completely inside her. His cock swelled and he felt himself cum inside her. He knew he wouldn't be able to make her pregnant for a few more months, but it was the turn on of knowing that some day she would be pregnant and give birth to three or four of his perfect offspring.

Leif and Megan lay intertwined in bed. They had had sex three more times and Megan was too sore to continue.

"So what were you and Marianna talking about?'

"Oh just random things. She likes the house and loved the neighborhood. I'm going to go over and visit her tomorrow. She's very friendly."

"I'm glad you make friends easily."

"We're thinking of going into town for a spa day."

"Oh baby why don't I arrange for someone to come here. We have the money and it will be so much more relaxing to get a pedicure and manicure done here as opposed to some impersonal spa."

"Good idea Leif. Good night." Megan kissed her husband and settled into sleep. Leif stayed awake for a few minutes hoping she wasn't getting too suspicious. Because of the lock down, no one could leave the estate. It would be too easy for them to find this place.



Another World Ch. 02



Fauna wakes in the dark thinking that she has just had a very bad dream. There is just enough light coming through the window behind her for her to see that it isn't a dream though. The bed she is on is a very cheap sofa bed; she feels the hard bar they all seem to have digging into her back.

The dingy room she finds herself in is messy and is a place she has never seen before coming there last night. At the same time she knows the place is hers. It all starts to come back to her now; how she is on Terral now and she is a senshue who's virginity and almost her sanity was taken from her last night by uncaring Isa, the Masters and Mistresses of this world. She turns the lamp on the table beside the sofa bed on and wonders how she knows it is there. 

The stark room is revealed to her. "God what a mess," she thinks when she sees dishes piled by a tiny sink and wispy clothes that are so thin that they look like the finest nylons of her world hanging to dry from strings that go from here to there in a haphazard pattern.

The room is tiny. The only things in it are the bed she is on, a small dresser and a table with two shabby chairs. The kitchen area is just a counter with a small fridge under it and what looks like a two burner cooker on top mixed in with the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. In one corner is a door that leads to a bathroom with just a shower stall and a toilet. Fauna somehow knows this and begins to cry when she realizes that she must wash her face in the dirty kitchen sink. She is still very tired and when she lies back on the bed in total dismay she falls back to sleep after only a few more sobs.

The next morning's bright sun wakens Fauna. She looks around at her dreary surroundings in disgust remembering her neat apartment on Earth. "Oh shit. What am I going to do? I have to get out of here," she says to the empty room.

Fauna feels filthy and sticky with the sperm of two men on her. She reeks of her own stale juices too. She smells of sex and she needs to wash herself now. Shaking her head at what she lost the night before she lies still on the sofa bed until her stomach finally rebels and she runs to the bathroom to kneel over of the toilet to dry heave and retch. 

When she can move again she turns on the shower as hot as she can stand it and steps in to let the soothing water cascade over her. With shaking hands she takes the shower head from its bracket to spray the stink of men from her p...cunt. She doesn't even wonder today why she uses the 'c' word instead of pussy or vagina like she always called that part of her on Earth. Fauna uses all the meager bit of soap she finds as she washes herself over and over again. When the water finally runs cold on her she still washes and rinses until she is almost blue from the cold.

Wondering if she will ever feel clean again Fauna steps out of the shower stall to pick up a towel that she instinctively knows will be there on the wall. She smells its stale unwashed stench then tosses it into a corner. Throwing her face to the ceiling she just wrings the water from her thick hair then rubs the water off her body with her hands. "Shit, what a slob I am here on this screwed up world," she yells to the tiny room. 

She thinks about running away; to escape to another city, but she remembers her Isa John telling her how Terral is so under populated compared to Earth and how she will be caught so easily. She also remembers an appointment at a shop two blocks away that she must go to, "You must be marked as well," her Isa had told her. She wonders what he meant but knows now that she will be there. It was an order.

Cursing again she wanders the room that is now hers, dripping water from her wet body; not caring like the girl she is here and hating the mess that she sees at the same time. Every few steps she bends to absentmindedly pick up a scrap of sheer cloth that is part of her so called wardrobe. Fauna knows that the dresses and skirts she picks up are all dirty and need to be washed by hand; instead she just dumps them into the garbage under the sink. A filthy hairbrush and a questionable toothbrush soon follow as she tries to get some control of her new life. "The fucking dishes can wait!" she thinks as she strips the sheets off the bed to fold it back into a couch and looks for the cushions. They are soon found under a pile of even more dirty clothes and towels.

The whole time Fauna is very conscious of her larger tits as she walks naked around her tiny suite. She hasn't eaten since before leaving for the party at her Professor's house on her own world and she starts to get hunger pains. The cupboards and fridge offer her nothing; a box of spaghetti, some wilted thing in the fridge along with a half empty bottle of wine and nothing else. Fauna wonders how she can have so many dirty dishes if there is no food in the room.

Knowing that she has to eventually go out, Fauna looks around for something to wear. Nothing on the lines strung around the room even comes close to covering her nakedness and what she finds in the dresser is worse. There are no panties or pants she can wear to at least feel covered even though everything she finds is totally see through gauze and lace. Deciding that it really doesn't matter she puts on a pair of high heels because that is the only shoes she can find to walk out the door naked. "Why bother putting anything on if it covers nothing," she thinks.

Refusing to be embarrassed by her nudity Fauna bounces down the stairs and pushes open the front door of her building to step out onto the street. The first sense she gets after feeling herself flush in embarrassment is the light breeze on her body; feeling it actually exciting her nakedness as she looks around herself. It is early in the day and the streets are almost empty. There are a few disheveled senshue walking home from a night with an Isa that don't notice her and some citizens going to work that stare openly at her. Fauna doesn't care; she is hungry and she has to go to that place her Isa ordered her to go to. 

She doesn't get further than a few houses down the block before she hears the click of heavy boots behind her and feels a hand on her shoulder. "What do you think you are doing walking around nude like this senshue?"

Fauna somehow knows the man behind her is a cop and remembers her Isa telling her that she must obey them in every way, "I don't see any point in putting any of the things a senshue owns on. I'm naked no matter if I am dressed or not," Fauna huffs in false bravado.

"The Isa want you to wear what they think appropriate and you are in trouble for being naked on the street." His hand grips her harder, "Put your hands behind you, senshue."

Fauna can't help herself; she puts her hands behind her back to feel the hard steel of handcuffs snap onto her wrists.

"Where is your room, senshue? I could run you in for indecent exposure but I think I will just take you back to your place to get my reward for saving you from that embarrassment."

"What do you mean, sir," Fauna asks as she struggles at the sudden feeling of being cuffed and totally helpless.

"You know what I mean. Now which house is it?" He roughly turns her around so she can see a tall well built man in a pink see through thong bodysuit with a badge on its front and a leather belt around his waist.

Fauna remembers the Chief of Police being pointed out to her last night in his pink tights and short pink top and doesn't wonder why the cop isn't wearing a blue uniform like she remembers even as she asks herself how this man can demand respect dressed as he is. 

"Well, where is your room?"

Defeated she tells him, "The orange house two doors up. My room is the first on the left at the top of the stairs."

"That's a good female. Now let's get you home." The cop takes her by the arm to walk her back to the house she lives in. When they get to her door he palms the lock plate to let them in.

"How can you do that? Only my Isa and I can do that."

The cop ignores her as he walks in, sits on the couch and pulls the thong pouch aside to pull his cock out, "Now give me a blowjob."

"What?" Fauna yells at the suddenness of what he tells her to do even as she remembers her orders and her Terral self tells her to obey this man.

"What do mean 'What'; suck my cock you senshue whore. You're just lucky I'm not the chief. He gets to fuck all of you when he wants and in every hole too I hear. All we are allowed to get from you senshue are blowjobs. Get on your knees and show me how good you are."

Fauna looks at the man sitting on her couch with his cock exposed from a pink spandex uniform and shakes her head no in disbelief at what is happening to her. She stares at his erect cock pointing up from between hairy thighs above his thigh high pink patent leather boots that have three inch silver spiked heels.

"I see you need some teaching," the cop says as he stands to grab Fauna and puts her face down over the arm of her couch. She lays there with her arms locked behind her with her ass in the air to wait for what the cop has planned next. She hears the sound of a belt being pulled off him and hears the loud snap of leather on leather, "I think ten strokes of my belt will change your mind little senshue."

"You can't do this to me!" she yells then screams when the first blow lands on her ass. She feels the red heat of the whipping spread before she feels the loud slap of leather hitting her tender flesh again.

"I can do this to you and I will give you eight more," the cop yells as he hits her again laughing at her fresh screams of pain. He laughs again at the next until Fauna cries and sobs out her misery and then surprises herself near the end when she has an orgasm. She can't believe she can cum from being spanked and wonders at her sanity. When he is done with the last stroke of his belt he sits on the couch in front of her to tell Fauna to do what she has to do.

Fauna's ass is on fire and tears of shame roll down her cheeks as she slides off the arm of the couch onto her knees to edge over to between the cop's legs with her arms still locked behind her. She smells his sweaty, filthy cock before she sees it. She knows that she has to suck him and closes her eyes to ease the degrading thing she has to do. Fauna leans in between the spread thighs of the cop feeling the smoothness of his thigh high pink boots on her naked body. Her mouth is open while she waits for him to put his hardness on her lips.

"Look at my cock you whore!"

Her eyes snap open to see his uncut prick in front of her then look up at his face as she leans further in to take him into her mouth. Fauna didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing her eyes as she sucked him but in the end she does. With her hands behind her she starts to suck and bob her head on the cock in her mouth hoping she is doing a good job.

It's not good enough though. The cruel man grabs her by the hair to pull her closer to him, forcing himself deeper into her until she gags and tries desperately to pull away. "Deep throat me you bitch!" he yells at the struggling girl beneath him. 

He smiles at the female on the floor in front of him as he lets her head go back a little bit so she can get some air then pushes her back on himself a little deeper each time until her nose is buried in the thick hair above his cock. 

"Now you can suck me like a proper senshue," he moans as he lets her go. Fauna moves back on the cock in her to get some air again, looks up at the man in her mouth then takes all of him in again to begin to swallow and lick it knowing that she has done this before on this world. She can't help herself; she stares up at him while she works at pleasing him. Wishing that her hands were free to caress his balls and make this degrading act go faster Fauna does what she can to make the cop cum; she sucks him, licks him and takes him deep into her like he wants. She smells the sweaty hairs of him when she buries her nose in them until she feels him cum down her throat. Fauna surprises herself and moves back on the pulsing cock in her mouth to taste the sperm it is giving her. She knows how to swallow it all now and looks up at the cop above her as she takes what he has to give, which isn't much.

"That's a good senshue," the cop sighs when he is done. "You won't go out naked again will you?"

Fauna keeps his wilting cock in her mouth as she looks up at him to shake her head no.

"The chief will have to see you now too, you know that don't you." the cop tells her.

She nods her head as she lets his cock slide out her to say, "Yes," with a string of his sperm connecting him to her lips as she says it. He pats her head then stands to put himself back into his thong before taking the cuffs off her to walk out without saying another word; leaving her stunned and on her knees in the center of the room. 

"I don't even know his name," Fauna thinks to herself.

After another shower that doesn't clean her Fauna searches through her meager clothes. She finally puts on a skirt that is just a wide band around her waist and chooses a bolero type vest to go with it that doesn't even cover her tits, as it has no buttons, to go out again because she must. She has been ordered to see the man in the shop but doesn't know why she has to.

She's just as naked as the last time she went out but this time nobody stares at her. Fauna doesn't know where the shop is but walks to it unerringly as if in a daze.

'Senshue Marking' the sign on the door says telling Fauna this is the right place. The bell over the door rings as she walks in. A small man looks up at her and smiles, "You must be Fauna. You are right on time, dear. Please come in."

Fauna wonders how she can be on time. She had started out an hour ago to come here as she was ordered but was caught naked on the street and paid for it by opening her mouth for the cop who took her back home. Her ass is still sore from the spanking he gave her with his belt.

"Now, this is a quick and simple procedure," the man says as he leads her deeper into his shop. Fauna sees a strange wooden stand in front of her that looks very ominous.

"What are going to do to me?" she asks the strange looking little man.

"Nothing that isn't in the contract that you agreed to, senshue."

She knows better than to ask about or disagree with what she has just heard now; the people who control her on this world all seem to have their own bizarre answers to her honest questions.

"Take off your skirt and top and stand over there by my operating table. Put your feet on the marks on the floor now."

"Why?" Fauna asks.

The small man laughs, "Because you must. An Isa told you to."

Fauna finds herself pulling her ridiculously short skirt down over her hips to let it fall to the floor and her vest soon follows. She steps onto the marks to wait like a good senshue must. 

"Gadinya come and strap our guest in!" The man yells out as he touches the body of the girl he is going to brand with her Isa's mark. "Your ass is so nice and red from a recent spanking I see. It will be so much more receptive to what I have to offer you. How nice that will be." 

An aging senshue with sagging tits and rolls of fat around her waist rushes out at his bidding. She pushes Fauna's hips forward into a cutout on the edge of the padded table then uses thick leather straps around her thighs to hold her immobile there, locks her ankles to the legs of it and bends her forward over the top to lock her wrists into leather cuffs so she is stretched taut. She leans down to whisper in the shaking girl's ear, "Be careful how you treat your Isa. I wasn't as obedient as I should have been. Now my contract has been sold to strap senshue down and watch as they get marked by my cruel Isa. I should have shown more affection. 

"All senshue are marked in case they run. Here the Isa tend to mark us on the ass but in other towns they brand us on our faces or our tits. Now stay as still as you can, my Isa is ready. You don't want an ugly brand do you?"

Seconds later a searing hot brand is pressed into Fauna's ass, held there by strong arms.

The old senshue holds Fauna's head saying in calming tones, "Don't move my sweetheart. The brand will be perfect and I have a salve that will take the pain away instantly when my Isa is done with you."

Fauna screams out as she feels the most intense pain on her ass cheek that she has ever felt in her life.

Seconds after the hot iron is pulled away Gadinya is by the side of the female in her care applying a salve from the jar she keeps close by, "You are new to Terral," she whispers, "I have learned in these last years. A senshue that I have seen for months, even years coming in to be branded tells me something is going on. They should have been branded long ago. Are you from some other world?" she asks, "You have to be. That's the only thing I can think of." 

Fauna wants to nod her head yes but can't; she is still panting from the agony that had gone bone deep into her. Then she feels the almost instant easing of pain in her flesh as the salve is applied and she can breathe again. By then she has forgotten the question. 

"This will heal you by the end of the day. We have better medical skills here than on some other worlds, if that's where you come from." 

Fauna just stays still feeling strangely reluctant to say anything now.

"You don't answer but I do know, so I hope you can find a way to enjoy your new life as a senshue," Gadinya says as she unties the female. "Now you can get dressed," the senshue tells Fauna.

"Dressed!" Fauna thinks with disgust as she pulls the tiny skirt up her legs and puts on her bolero top. "I'm never dressed in these cloths and now I am branded!" She is happy to not feel the pain of her branding now but will remember what the small man did to her and hate him for what he did to her forever.

Gadinya watches the young female as she dresses thinking that she sees trouble for all senshue in the future in her. "There is a backbone that most of the others don't seem to have here," she thinks. 

Fauna begins to walk out in a huff but stops when she is offered a tube of salve. She takes it, "Thanks but I don't have anywhere to put it. No pockets see. I'm naked!"

"You'll need it in about an hour. I have a small bag I can put it in for you."

"How long will it be before I heal?"

"Tomorrow it will be healed and look perfect. I told you that."

"How can a brand on a person look perfect?" Fauna asks; amazed that she can even talk in a normal tone about what just happened to her without shrieking her anger, her outrage. 

"All senshue have pretty brands."

"Pretty brands," Fauna just shakes her head at the fuzzy logic she hears and walks out of the shop but returns moments later to grab the bag with the healing balm when she feels her nothing skirt rub on her new brand.

She can't seem to help it, she walks down the street swaying her hips, proudly showing her tits like a hooker would on her own world. It feels weird doing that but her body does it for her and she can't stop. Not knowing what to do or where to go she just walks the streets until she sees a café that she somehow knows she has to be at. It is crowded with senshue sitting at tables on the sidewalk and inside being served by other senshue that are totally nude.

Sitting carefully on one side of the chair to protect her freshly branded ass at an empty table Fauna asks the naked waiter for a glass of wine then waits to see what happens.

"Did you like your encounter with Saroc?" a voice in her head asks.

"Who are you? Who's Saroc?" she asks as quietly as she can with her shoulders scrunched like a little girl in school, remembering how her mind screamed in surprise and caused so much pain at Isa John's party when she first heard this voice. 




Another World Ch. 02



"You sucked that pink uniformed cop's cock this morning. We all have to do that to him every now and then."

"Oh, him."

Realizing that she had slept well or eaten for two full days Fauna knows that she has accidentally found the right café that the voice from Isa John's mansion told her to come to.

"Don't move your lips!" the voice tells her. "Just think and I will hear. We have to be careful. Some of the true Terral senshue are spies looking for us. The Isa do suspect something but don't know what we can do."

"How is this happening? Who are you? Where are you? How many people can hear my thoughts?"

"I am the only Exterral that can hear you right now. Our thoughts only travel about a city block and I am the only one near you. When we think we can trust you there will be others talking to you.

"What do you call your world in the dimension you came from?"

Without thinking Fauna answers, "Earth."

"I am from Gaea. They are all the same worlds; just different dimensions. Some are frightening while others are paradise. Earth scares us with all its wars. On mine women rule and there is relative peace."

"I can't tell from the voice I hear. Are you a man or a woman?"

"I am near and all senshue are either male or female," is the only answer Fauna gets. Then, "I can be the red headed female next to you or the male she is talking to. Maybe I am the naked servant. I will let you know who I am when I think we can trust you. For now just listen to what I have to say."

Fauna looks around the restaurant wondering. She sees the naked male bringing her another glass of wine. She still finds it very odd to see a man with all his hair below the neck shaved off. "How can he be naked and I can't?" she asks the stranger's voice.

"Senshue are dressed as their Isa wants; here where they are on her property they are legally naked. Outside the fence they would be arrested or have to suck that pig, Saroc's, filthy cock."

"He makes males suck his cock too?"

"He makes us all suck his smelly cock. He doesn't care. Have you been told when you are to see the Chief?"

"No I wondered about that. Saroc mentioned that when he left me on my knees in my room."

"Your Isa probably wanted you tonight but now because of your silliness he'll have to wait until tomorrow to get a very red striped assed senshue then. He'll be mad at you but he'll have to accept that the Chief got you first because of your stupidity." 

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. The Chief runs this town."

"What?"

Fauna hears an exasperated mental sigh, "The Chief likes to discipline the senshue here when he can and he will be having you by tonight."

"Oh."

"I hope you don't mind pain."

"Pain! I've just been branded!"

The voice changes the subject before Fauna can dwell too much on her branding and the meeting with the Chief, "We all want to get back to our lives on our own worlds."

Fauna almost remembers her real name when she hears those words. She remembers her life but not her name and there are the memories of her Terral life bubbling up in her mind trying to take over that confuse her. Already her identity is gone; she is Fauna not...she can't remember. 

One slowly sipped glass of wine leads to another as the voice tells her things she needs to know about as an Exterral senshue. There is more that she doesn't want to hear as well.

The voice tells her how, after a few months, she will forget her past life to become a total slave with a contract that is the most valuable on this crazy world because she will obey any order without question.

"Will I do anything?" 

"Yes, It's somehow built into all Exterrals when we get here; we will do anything we are told to do no matter how degrading," she is told this upsetting fact not for the first time.

The voice goes on to tell her more about how fresh Exterrals are helped by the ones that have been here longer until they forget their past; so it is a group that is constantly changing as each member succumbs to the inevitable. They all try to get back to the Professor's mansion to find the machine or transceiver that he must have hidden somewhere. Fauna's contract is the first that the Isa John hasn't sold instantly. He wants her for his own and will be asking her to move into the senshue suite in his wing at the mansion soon. Maybe she can find what they all want to be found to stop this trade of unwilling people and even manage to send some home to their own worlds.

"Some Exterrals don't want to leave Terral because their worlds are worse than here but even they are trying to help the rest to leave. 

"We need you to go to Isa John's when he asks you so you can look for what we need to get home." The voice goes on, "It is a senshue's right to stay here in town if they want. It is the only right we have. We ask you go there to look as best you can for what we all need when he asks you. It will be hard on you because we hear that the Smythes are very strict and use the senshue they keep harshly; even as far as giving them to all their friends to use as they wish and allowing harsh punishment."

"I want to go home, this is all wrong."

"You will do this for us then?"

"Of course I will. I have to."

"Life in the mansion is more than you might be able to take. You have to know that."

"What do you mean?"

"That they treat their senshue like they own them as slaves no matter what they say is a polite way of warning you."

"I'll do anything to get home," is all that she can answer and she means it totally.

The tall naked senshue that is serving Fauna her third glass of wine bends over a little further this time to whisper, "Thank you." 

Fauna stares up the handsome male and can't help but notice his very erect cock. "I can't help it," the voice tells her, "I have become used to this reaction in public when I see a pretty girl. Take it as a compliment please. I have to tend to others or my Isa will notice." The senshue looks behind Fauna, "Seroc is coming. I think you have to meet the Chief now.

"We all can only obey; we can't help it. It's the thing you need to think about for the next few hours; it's not what we want. We are being forced to do what they want. When you get to your Isa's mansion, if you agree to help us, you will find there is an Exterral close enough to hear you and she will relay your thoughts to us in town. I hope you can enjoy the pain tonight. It's the only way to think if you want to keep your sanity." The gorgeous male leaves her to attend to other senshue then.

Fauna watches his tight ass as he walks away thinking how strong the male looks even as she wonders about his last thought. She sighs as she remembers that she was a virgin just two days ago and doesn't even wonder at how much she wants his hardness in her cunt as she stares at the male's dimpled ass while he walks around the restaurant serving everyone. She actually giggles as she realizes that he is so erect he could carry a towel on his cock instead of on his arm like he does. She feels warm inside herself knowing that she caused that to happen to him and she is proud that she can make a male show a reaction to her like he does.

Just as the male drapes the towel over his hardness for her amusement a heavy pink gloved hand is laid on her shoulder, "The Chief wants to see you now."

The naked male looks at Fauna, smiles at her with a caring wink and casually looks away again as the cop locks her hands behind her to lead her to a waiting car.

Fauna can't help but stare at the cop in his pink spandex thong bodysuit with the silver star of the law on it. Even the leather belt holding his gun is pink. She is led to a police car and told to kneel on the floor in the back while Seroc follows her to sit on the seat with her below him between his legs. The cars are different here; they look like carriages with high wheels and tillers to steer them; the only thing missing is the horses. She marvels that a man dressed in spandex with pink leather high heeled boots can demand and get respect in this world even as she leans forward to take the dirty, less than impressive cock he offers into her mouth again. 

Her Terral self tells her she has to do what she is doing as she sucks Seroc's cock into her mouth for the second time in one day. 

"The Chief will enjoy you I think," Seroc tells her as he sighs at the attention the senshue gives him until he spews another small load of cum in her mouth. 

It seems that all the important people live out in the country around of the small town that Fauna finds herself in and she spends the whole ride out with Seroc's cock in her mouth. 

The car stops at last at house where Seroc pushes Fauna off himself and out the door so she is forced to stand with her hands locked behind her in a gravel drive. "The Chief is waiting for you," she is told as the car door closes behind her and drives away leaving her standing in front of a huge mansion. Above her the huge front doors open to flood Fauna in light. "Come in out of the night." A naked senshue tells her. "I see Seroc has prepared you. Now come in so I can get you ready to meet the Chief." 

Fauna has no choice; she walks up the steps to stand helpless in front of the senshue that told her to come in. She is amazed at the welts that cover the female's body. Some are fresh while others are older, but it is obvious that this slave is constantly caned and whipped. The senshue tells Fauna to stand still as she picks up a wicked looking knife to cut the gauze off her with swift strokes so that Fauna feels her clothing fall down her body like clouds and is now naked with her hands locked behind her. 

"The Chief insists that all senshue in his house are naked," the female tells Fauna. "Follow me, now."

The senshue turns so Fauna can see even more welts on her back, ass and thighs. She becomes seriously worried about her visit with the Chief. 

"Does he beat you often?" she asks the female leading her deeper into the house.

"Often enough to keep me thrilled at being his senshue," she tells her with a passion that scares her.

"What can I expect tonight?"

"The same I get every night; a wonderful caning and then his cock in whatever hole he wants."

"But I don't want a caning or his cock in me."

"Well, you shouldn't have made the mistake you made today then." 

"I've already paid for that with Seroc by sucking his cock!"

"That was just the start of your punishment. You must be new to this world. So am I, but I love what the Chief does to me and I want to stay here as his senshue. I'm glad that I can't go back to my world. You can't understand how much I love this man and this world. Compared to where I come from this is paradise here on Terral. 

"He allows me to watch as he disciplines bad senshue and I like watching him doing it. I'm such a pain slut and I love watching others get it too. I want you to know I will be sucking his cock as he canes you." 

Fauna is led into a den where she sees the Chief sitting at his desk in a pink top held up by spaghetti straps tied in little bows on his shoulders. When she gets closer to the desk as the naked slave girl leads her in she sees his fat belly under the camisole and, when he pushes the chair back to stand, his shear tights that show his obvious erection.

Fauna can't believe this world she finds herself in that has men parading in clothing so ridiculously feminine and revealing as the Chief has on as he walks around to caress her tits and orders her to bend over the leather covered desk. She isn't surprised anymore as she obeys him to do as he asks instantly. It is an order after all. She feels his hands on her ass with a finger that presses into her crack as it stops and toys with her tight brown bud on the way to her cunt. Fauna can't help herself; she sighs her pleasure when the Chief's finger slides into her darkness and then her wetness.

"Do you like that slut?"

"Yes Isa."

"Where did that come from?" she thinks as she lets the ugly man touch her where he wants, where no man but her lover should.

He pats her ass, "Stay right where I leave you, I'll be right back."

Fauna is so wet and is surprised she is obeying this rude, ugly man by lying spread over the desk as she is told. She hears him opening a closet door then after a moment of silence she hears the swish of a cane as he tries it in the air. 

"It's a cane!" she thinks and soon she knows she's right when it hits her on the center of her ass causing her to stand up straight screaming her surprised agony at the sharpness of what has just been done to her. 

She is pushed down flat onto the desk again, "Stay where I put you senshue!"

"Yes Isa!" she cries as she leans over the desk again to wait for the next hit of the cane.

When it comes it is all she can do to keep still as she screams out her agony and wait like she has been told for the next. She counts ten hits and knows her ass now looks like the abused senshue that led her in to meet this sadistic Chief. His hand caresses her ass; feeling every welt. She knows his cock will be in her soon.

"Do you like a cock in your cunt senshue?"

"Yes I need an Isa's cock in me," Fauna tells the Chief as he presses himself close to enter her.

When he is fully in and pumping her Fauna loves what she is feeling; she should be outraged at the abuse of her body but she isn't. She pushes back with each stroke he gives her. "Will you be a good senshue now?" the Chief asks as he enjoys yet another willing senshue caught on the streets by his more than happy staff.

"Yes Chief, fuck me," Fauna yells and wonders how she can say that as she lays with her tits pressed down onto the desktop feeling a cock slide deep into her for only the second time in her life. She knows that this man and her Isa can do what they want with her as she lets the Chief take her because she has to. Deep inside her there is her Earth mind screaming rape but her Terral mind has her yelling her passion at being taken to yet another orgasm by someone she doesn't know.

The first night when the male senshue took her virginity was sweet in spite of being in front of at least a hundred people but now she is just being used by the Chief and she knows that her Isa will treat her the same when he has her; expecting her to spread her legs for anyone's enjoyment when he tells her to. The sad thing is that she knows now what to expect when she moves into her Isa John's house just so she can find a way home and out of this madness.

Much later when the Chief's senshue has licked all the cum dripping out of her cunt Fauna is led, naked, to the car that is waiting for her in the gravel drive. She kneels alone with her hands locked behind her in the back as the chauffer, wearing a pink hat and body thong takes her home. Fauna wonders how he can drive wearing the tall pink heels he has on. 

In front of her rooming house the driver opens the back door to stand in the dark with his thong pouch pulled to the side showing his erect cock to her, "I'll take the cuffs off after I cum in your mouth senshue," he tells her.

Fauna doesn't give it a second thought now; she crawls across the car on her knees to open her mouth and take the driver's excuse for a cock in as deep as she can down her throat. When he finally thrusts his hips forward and holds her head tight to him Fauna feels him swell just before she is filled with even more cum on this long day. She swallows as best she can but he keeps pumping more into her mouth until white streams of his sperm drip out over her lips and down her chin onto her tits. When he finally goes soft Fauna lets his shrunken cock slip from her as he pulls away from her. He beckons her to get out of the car to stand and turn so he can free her aching arms from the cuffs.

"Now run up to your room like a good senshue whore before I arrest you for being naked in public," the driver says as he gives her a huge slap on her ass to reinforce what he tells her.

Once safely inside her dingy room with the door locked Fauna collapses into the chair at the rickety little table to sob and cry until her tears wash some of the cum off her face and tits. Her Terral mind eventually slows the tears and has her stand to take one more shower to clean herself. Fauna knows she must keep herself clean for her Isa and all the Isa that can use her as they want so she obeys the foreign thoughts of herself in her head.

When she comes out of the shower feeling no cleaner than she went in Fauna finds an envelope embossed with the same owl's head as the new brand she has on her ass on the little table. It wasn't there when she went into the bathroom causing her to realize that the locked door of her room means nothing to the people of this new world. Opening the letter Fauna reads that her Isa, the Professor Smythe of this world, wants to send a car for her tomorrow morning to bring her to his mansion to stay. 

"You will go won't you?" a faint voice in her head asks her.

Fauna looks up with the first glimmer of hope in her eyes since coming to this other world when she recognizes the voice in her head, "Yes, I will." She actually smiles a little, "Your voice is so faint though. Where are you? How did you know there was a letter for me?"

"I'm as close as I dare; you are being watched by the senshue and by the Isa of this world. They seem to sense something about you. Take care; we will try to help you when we can."

"Tell me your name, please, so I can think of you when I am in Professor Smythe's mansion."

"My senshue name will be a secret for now but think of me as 'Fred'. Your next contact is 'Irma'. She will relay your thoughts from the mansion. I have to go now. Good luck, pretty Earthling."

"What is my name then?"

"Wilma."

The memory of the handsome, naked senshue at the restaurant with his strong body and soft blue, smiling eyes fills Fauna with hope, even excitement as she pulls out the filthy sofa bed and finds a somewhat clean blanket to wrap herself in to lay down to sleep on the bare mattress with dreams of horror and hope. The thought of saving herself and others gives her the strength and resolve to do what is necessary to survive in the days to come. "I can only hope," she says at that thought

Fauna falls into a deep sleep seeing both her Professor and her Fred in her dreams. The last dream of the senshue that took her virginity is still fresh in her mind when the sun peaks into her room. 

"Wake up sleepy head," a strange voice whispers in Fauna's head.

"What? Who are you?"

"Fred had to go to sleep sometime. I'm 'Barney' and I am your watcher this morning."

"Watcher? What is that and where are you?" Fauna asks as she sits up in bed to look wildly around her small room.

"Please relax; I'm as close as I can be to look after you." There is a long pause then the voice goes on, "You will be watched and guarded as best we can from now on if you are serious about looking for the sender or whatever you people want to call it. 

"Professor Smythe's car is on its way to pick you up."

"How do you know that?"

"Irma saw the limousine pass her Isa's mansion just minutes ago. Take nothing with you when the driver knocks for you. They have all they want you to have at the mansion, which is nothing. We know they will keep you naked the whole time you are there. Just wear what is necessary to get to the car."

With butterflies in her stomach Fauna gets up to shower and dress to meet Professor Smythe's chauffer. She now knows something about the life she is giving herself up to and puts on a thin piece of lace that is supposed to be a dress to wait for the knock on her door. After an eternity of waiting there isn't a knock on her door but the sound of a car horn, or what passes for a horn on this other world, that summons Fauna. She stands in her heels and lace to go down to the car without looking back at her small room.




Another World Ch. 02



Fauna expects to find the old, kindly chauffer holding the Professor's car door for her, instead there is a young man waiting for her leaning back on the car with his arms crossed over his strong chest. Fauna's Earth mind balks and she almost laughs at the sight of a young man in a bright yellow body suit so thin and gossamer that it does nothing to hide the shape of his cock and balls in the pouch between his legs. The green slippers with the up pointed toes holding small silver bells very nearly get her into trouble by her wanting to laugh at the ridiculous sight of a man in fairy shoes. 

"Who are you?" She asks the boy.

"Papa sent me to get you for him," the arrogant youth tells Fauna as he climbs into the car after staring pointedly up and down her barely covered body. "Get in the back on your knees on the floor and leave that cheesy dress in the gutter where it belongs, senshue."

"Yes Isa," Fauna says to the unheeding boy's back as she slips the strings of her dress off her shoulders to let it fall to the ground and naked but for her shoes, crawls into the back of the carriage; she can't call something as odd looking as what she is now in a car.

With a chuffing huff of some unseen engine the car moves off over the uneven roads of the senshue part of town making the frightened Fauna's tits sway on her chest with each bump.

"Put your hands above your head," the boy tells Fauna. She does as she is told feeling her tits rise on her chest as she does. She is startled to see hand cuffs swaying on chains attached to an eyebolt in the roof.

"Lock yourself into the cuffs senshue."

"Yes Isa," murmurs as she reaches up as high as she can to latch first one and then the other onto her wrists. Fauna is now as high on her knees as she can be, hanging from the roof with her naked tits clearly visible to the Isa in other cars and walking on the street as the Professor's son drives into an area of town she has never seen before, an area of large homes behind tall stone fences. 

"I have to pick up my sister and then we have another stop before I take you home to the mansion," the young Isa tells the thoroughly embarrassed senshue. A family is in the car next to them staring at her with the little girl wearing a drab, full cover dress like her mom's laughing at her and pointing at her nakedness.

"This world is fucking crazy!" Fauna thinks as she sways locked in the back of a carriage, no a car that looks like it should have horses pulling it.

They soon pull into an imposing drive whose gate swings open for them to stop in front of a tall mansion. A young woman wearing the heavy dress all Isa women on this other world do bounces down the stairs to look in at Fauna and giggles at her nakedness, "Isn't she the pretty little senshue! Is she still fresh to our world, Doran?"

"You know she is, Iridia," Doran tells his sister. "Get in; we still have a stop before we take the senshue home to Papa."

The young Isa gets into the back of the car to sit on the seat behind Fauna with her knees spread wide under her thick dress and a mischievous look on her dimpled face, "Lower the chains brother and let's see if she can make me happier than the senshue I just left."

Doran laughs as he puts the car into gear and pushes a button on the dash that lowers the cuffs so that Fauna is down resting her naked ass on her heels again with her sore arms at her side. She looks up at the young Isa above her dreading what the girl will ask her to do. The chains are low enough now that her arms are free even if they are still chained.

The blond Isa looks down at her and gives her the order she knows is coming, "Lift my dress and kiss me, senshue," the voice, the smirk of total ownership of another chills Fauna to the bone. She can't help herself, she has been ordered; she lifts the drab brown dress, drapes it over her head to lean forward between the soft white thighs in front of her to lick her Isa's pussy. She smells the rich scent of an Isa freshly fucked and tastes the warm male sperm that flows out of the swollen pussy onto her tongue as she laps at her mistress in her old mind, her Isa in her Terral one.

Soon strong hands pull her head close as the Isa above her closes her legs trapping Fauna as she laps at the tart sweetness that flows out into her mouth as she pleasures the young woman. Iridia spasms and holds Fauna tight as she spews her juices and those of her friend's male senshue into the mouth of the naked senshue busy under her dress.

When Iridia calms she tells her brother to hang the senshue at her feet from the ceiling again, "I like looking at our servants bound in front of us," she pants.

The whirr of an electric motor startles Fauna out from under her Isa's dress and her arms are raised even higher than last time so that she is suspended from the roof with her knees just on the floor.

Fauna swings from side to side as the car turns through the twisting streets of the town hoping that the trip will be short. She watches as Iridia takes a cloth to wipe herself clean while the juices on her own face dry and she smells the, now, too familiar scent of a man's cum on her along with the new scent of an aroused woman.

"Where are we going brother?" Iridia asks idly as she admires the owl branded on the senshue's ass.

"Papa has let Mama have her way with this one. She wants her nipples and her clit hood pierced," Doran laughs. "It seems its all the rage these days. A book came through about bondage and discipline and some other ideas like leashes with the last male." 

"Another male came?" Iridia asks as she licks her lips.

"Yes, just last week but his papers are already sold and he is gone. Mama kept the book though."

"What does Papa think of all this?"

"What do you think? We're taking his new senshue to get her pierced and the saddler is already ordering new crops and whips. It all seems strange to me. All the Isa are very excited about this new idea."

As bad as everything sounds to Fauna as she hangs in the car the worst is the sly smile she sees on Iridia's face as she looks at her, "I think Mama and I need to have a long talk tonight," she says almost to herself. After a few more corners watching Fauna swing over the floor she asks Doran, "Do I get to watch while the piercings are being done?"

"Mama must really know you, she asked Papa to call ahead and tell the Isa that's going to do the piercing to let you do it."

"Oh, my," Iridia says as her face flushes red at the thought.

Knowing about piercing and seeing the look in Iridia's eyes Fauna knows that the needles that go through her nipples today will go through very slow. She moans at the fate she has been sent to and curses the Earthly wife of Professor Smythe.

When they get to the jeweler that is starting to make a fortune with this new fad called BDSM Fauna is released from her handcuffs but is told to obey the young Isas' every command. She follows them across the sidewalk totally naked to the surprise of the Isa on the street around her into the small shop.

She is told to be quiet but even the conditioning of a Exterral doesn't stop her loud screams as Isa Iridia slowly pushes the needles through her nipples as she stares into her eyes. The clit hood piercing isn't even felt over the throbbing pain of her nipples with their new thick gold rings hanging off her tits. 

Back in the car with her hands locked to the chains again Fauna starts to learn real fear. She knew that the Isas John and Lydia were hard on their senshue but the look of sheer predatory lust of their children scares her deeply. The whole way back to the mansion Isa Iridia plays with the nipple rings making Fauna yell out her misery as she hangs from the ceiling at her mercy. Every time she swings so that she can see Isa Doran she sees his cold eyes in the mirror with a small grin on his lips.

It like seems ages before Fauna sees the crazy version of the mansion she remembers from her world and her aching arms are lowered so she can crawl out of the car to stand in the drive. 

Her Isa, Professor Smythe and Lydia are waiting for her on the wide veranda with their staff and a naked senshue kneeling beside Lydia as Doran urges her up the stairs to stop her one step down from them. 

"You are over dressed," Isa John tells Fauna quietly. She looks down at her nakedness to see only the three gold rings newly put into her unwilling body and her high heels. She looks up wondering what he means. "Take off your shoes. You are to be completely naked except for what I put on you."

Not being able to say no Fauna kicks off her shoes to stand in front of her Isa and his household as naked as three gold rings let her be. She sees the male senshue's collar with the leash attached to it that Lydia holds casually in her hand and the white leather collar in the Professor's hand.

In one last attempt to assert herself Fauna pulls herself up as straight as she can be, "I thought you said we weren't slaves!" She points at the male senshue kneeling by Lydia's feet, "Look at his collar and him kneeling there!"

"You aren't slaves. He is merely wearing the uniform we want him to wear and to kneel is a sign of respect to his contract holder. Now, come and show me your respect while I put your uniform on you."

The last is an order and Fauna can't help herself; as an Exterral senshue she must obey an order. She kneels on the veranda with her head held high, as is expected of a senshue, to accept the collar and leash that is her uniform, her only clothing while she is to have while in the mansion. She hisses her pain as he idly reaches down to toy with her new, sensitive, nipple rings after collaring her.

There is a kind; even a caring look in Isa Smythe's eyes as Fauna shrinks back in pain, "Hasn't anybody dealt with the senshue to heal the piercings?"

The two young Isa look uncomfortable in front of their parents, "We thought you wanted us to...um...we're not sure. You did want her pierced, didn't you Mama?" Isa Doran stammers, and then puts his head down in confusion. 

Fauna hears his almost honest answer but worries about being out here so far from town as she looks at the cold stares of Isa Lydia and her daughter in their heavy, floor length dresses and then there is the staff standing behind them in their own ridiculous uniforms that almost look like the French maids of her world. The little blue dresses reveal more than they cover, male and female alike. Fauna wonders if the concept of underwear is even known here on Terral as she looks at the cocks and pussies of the staff. She can tell which of the girls dye their hair and wonders that most of the males are shaved. 

The thing that scares her the most is the naked male senshue kneeling at Lydia's feet showing angry red welts of a caning on his sides. She knows there must be even more marks on his back. 

Shaking his head Isa John hands the leash attached to Fauna's collar to a servant telling him to see to her rings and bring her to his study in an hour.

The servant tugs on the leash telling Fauna to stand and follow him into the mansion. In the bright light of the morning sun the mansion looks stranger than the first night Fauna saw it when she arrived on this fucked up world. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling three stories up in the entrance hall has candles in it instead of the electric lights of her Earth and there are only paintings on the walls making Fauna wonder if there are even cameras in this strange world called Terral.

Fauna can't help but stare at the bare ass under the tiny skirt of the man leading her by her leash deeper into the mansion. She wonders at the strange society of Terral where men wear clothes that on her Earth would be laughed at as too feminine while the women cover themselves from neck to toe in drab dresses. 

"It's almost like birds where the males display in their brilliant colors while the females are always in brown drab," Fauna thinks as she watches the ass under the little frilly dress of the man holding her leash. His high heels click on the hardwood floors as he minces in front of her giving him a delicate sway too his hips.

The man holding her leash opens a door at the end of a long hall and leads Fauna in to lock the leash to a table that looks vaguely like the one in her doctor's office on Earth. Without a word from the servant she is left alone in the room wondering what's going to happen next in her life. All she wants is the time to search for the transceiver to escape this world but Fauna knows she is going to have to accept the fact that she is going to be treated like a plaything for days and, maybe even weeks before she can be trusted enough to start looking. 

Fauna hops up on the padded table she is chained to while she waits for someone to come and find her. No sooner has she done that then the door opens to let in a female servant who stops to gasp at the sight of a senshue sitting on the furniture without permission, "Get off. Get off the table now!" the woman yells at Fauna who jumps off the table to stand in front of the startled woman, then kneels on the floor at her angry gesture.

"If you are tired of standing when left alone you will kneel on the floor," the servant instructs Fauna. "You will soon learn that when you are ordered onto a piece of furniture you are going to get fucked like a senshue deserves," she goes on as she looks in a cupboard for some balm for the tits she has to treat.

When the servant is done treating Fauna's tits they instantly feel much better. "Now get on the table and spread your legs for me," Fauna is told. She climbs on the table to do as she is told watching the servant the whole time as she puts on a rubber glove and finds another vial of balm. "Now I'm going to prepare you for tonight," the servant says as she scoops a large gob of balm with her gloved hand. "You'll like this. 

"I order you to stay still," she purrs as she pushes her finger deep into Fauna making sure to rub some of the balm on her clit. More balm is scooped and a finger pushes into Fauna's ass. Soon she feels a heat and then a throbbing itch where the gloved fingers had been. She wants to touch herself; to relieve the itching need growing in her but she has been ordered to stay still.

"Come along now, you are ready for tonight," the woman tells Fauna as she writhes on the table feeling more heat inside her every second. The leash is unlocked and she is forced to stand to follow the servant out and down the long hall. "Don't touch yourself!" she is told.

It isn't the heat that sends Fauna close but never into an orgasm; it is the constant itch that needs to be touched. Her clit is swollen while her ass and pussy feel so in need of attention as she is led through the halls of the mansion into a large room dominated by a huge desk in the center. The walls, where there aren't any windows or doors, are covered with books on dark wood shelves. Professor Smythe sits at his desk in a leather chair looking out the floor to ceiling window to the left of the desk as Fauna stands just inside the door not knowing what to do. 

Without even looking at his senshue the Professor tells her to come and stand in front of him. When Fauna gets close he opens his legs wide. She knows to step between his legs to let him touch her where he wants. Her Terral self seems to be taking over and she holds her tits out to offer them to her Isa. He smiles up at her, "Get on the desk with your legs wide so I can see how wet you really are," Isa John tells Fauna in a quiet voice. He swings his chair with her as she sidles around to put her ass on the desk and lift her legs to show the Isa her wetness. The room smells of her ripe sensual odor as juices flow from her and down her sensitive ass.

"Please," Fauna mews. "Please, I need to have you in me!" she yells in desperation; her cunt and ass needing something, anything to still the burning itch that only an Isa can quell for her.

"What do you want? I need you to tell me what you want."

"I want your cock in me!"

"Where in you?" the Isa asks.

"I want, no, I need your cock in my cunt and in my ass! I need you to fuck me, please!"

The professor smiles at what he sees then leans back in his chair, "Take my cock out and suck it."

Fauna jumps off the desk to kneel in front of her Isa. Her eager hands slide up over the blue thigh high stockings to touch the bulge in the tight red silk pouch that holds what she needs to fill her, to stop the itch and give her the release she needs. Shaking fingers pull the pouch to the side to reveal the first cock that Fauna actually wants on Terral. She needs it. The fact that it is the cream put in her causing her need is lost to her as she brings the fast rising erection to her mouth to try to swallow it whole. Fauna takes the swelling cock deep into her throat while she looks up at her Isa hoping he will satisfy her soon. Not being allowed to touch herself she reaches up to fondle the balls hitting her chin with one hand and push a finger of the other into her Isa's ass. When he is fully hard he moans, pulls her off him, telling her to stand and turn around so she can sit on his cock.

"Make me cum in your cunt, my little senshue!" Isa John cries as he guides his hardness into the heat of the girl above him. 

When she is fully seated on her Isa, Fauna begins to rock back and forth like a mad woman. Her tits fly on her chest as she tries to get the cock even deeper in her. She knows that her Isa is making her do all the work as she brings them both closer to the edge but she doesn't care; it's what a senshue must do for her Isa. Especially one whose cunt and ass are on fire. Sweat is being thrown around them as Fauna shakes her head as she begins to pump up and down on the cock in her. Her thighs hurt from the strain but she doesn't care; she needs the release of an orgasm and she has been ordered to make her Isa cum in her. 

Even as the itch in her cunt is being satisfied there is still the empty, needful feeling in Fauna's ass. Her hands seek out the Professor's urging him to touch her there. A finger slides into her and then another until she is riding his thick cock with at least three fingers deep in her ass. She feels his cock swell in her and knows he is close to orgasm so she doubles her efforts to cum with him causing the rings in her nipples to bounce on her tits and the sweat to roll down her body to coat them both in a slippery sheen. With a roar the Professor shoots streams of hot cum deep in Fauna sending her over the edge to bliss until she slows to milk her Isa of every drop he has for her. 

Out of breath Fauna slumps forward onto the desk with a cock still hard in her cunt and fingers in her ass. Isa John whispers in her ear, "Bend over the desk, senshue," as he stands to push her down onto it with his cock still in her. Fauna's breasts push into the desk top as the Professor holds her down and pulls out to move himself over her tight back hole. A stream of cold slippery liquid is poured over her ass so strong hands can begin to massage Fauna's ass. Oily fingers widen her hole and stretch her as she lies still waiting for her Isa to take her virgin ass.

"I may be the third to have your Terral cunt but I am going to be the first to have your ass."

Fauna wants this; her ass needs a cock in it to quell the itch, the need there and, now that her cunt is empty, it needs attention again. She needs her Isa's attention everywhere now. A hand caresses the owl brand on her ass as something very large presses at her tight little bud of an ass. The pressure gets to be too much and pain causes her to pant as she is spread wider and wider until she has no breath left thinking she can't be stretched anymore. But there is more until at last she feels the thick head of her Isa's cock pop into her tightness. He waits only for a moment before pushing himself deeper and deeper again with each stroke causing grunts of pain each time he forces himself in just a little more. At last Fauna feels the shred of red silk her Isa still wears brush against her ass and she knows he is all the way in her bowels. She feels so full, so complete as she takes all of her Master, no, her Isa into the body he owns.




Another World Ch. 03



This a continuation of the other two stories. Feedback is welcome.

Alexa sighed as she opened the front door to the office that she shared with her brother, Andrew. Joseph, her chosen had been gone for a week on business, and she sure missed his warm comforting arms at night, when she got home from a long days work. It didn't help that her brother's chosen, Grace worked with both of them and she got to see them moon over each other every day. It wasn't much different, she supposed than she and Joseph were together. She was not surprised to see that Andrew had already arrived. He was always the first one in and usually the last one to leave at night. She was surprised however that she didn't see Grace any where in the office. Placing her purse and coat in the coat closet, she wandered back into Andrew's lab. She found him hunched over his desk with his head braced between his hands.

"Andrew, is everything okay?" She asked as she walked over to his desk and leaned against it.

"I don't know what to do, Alexa. Grace has left." 

"What?" Alexa asked in disbelief. It was unheard of for chosen ones to leave each other. They needed the constant presence of their mate to function.

"Yes, she left me." Andrew growled as he raised his head and looked up at her. Alexa gasped when she saw the huge bags under his silver eyes and patchiness of his normally smooth skin.

"When?" 

"Over the weekend." He growled. "She said something about needing some space."

"Doesn't she realize that isn't how it works between us?" Alexa asked hotly.

"I tried explaining it to her, sis. But she comes from a race that doesn't normally bond together mentally as well as physically." He said softly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Andrew. Did she say when she would be back?" 

"No. She went home to her apartment and I don't even know if she is coming to work today." He said, rising out of his chair to start pacing the length of his office. In the outer office her phone began to ring. 

"I'll be right back, Andrew. I have to answer that."

"You're hoping to talk to Joseph. Sorry sis, I can't imagine going with out Grace for week. Even one night is hard. Go answer the phone, I'll be alright." Andrew said with a sigh as he moved over to the window.

Grace stood next to the phone unit in her kitchen and waited for someone in the office to pick up. She had spent a couple of lonely nights in her apartment. Where the sheets had the lingering smell of Drew. Probably left behind the last time that he had spent the night with her. She didn't understand how one minute she felt like she was being smothered in his presence, then when he let her have the space she wanted, she felt like the world was going to end because he wasn't there with her. She drummed her finger on the wall and listen to the phone ring for a fifth time. Surely Alexa would be in by now. She had waited til now to call because she didn't want to give into her overwhelming need for Drew. Finally Alexa's breathless voice came on. It sounded as if she had ran from the lab to get to the phone in time.

"Hello, Consolatory Labs. Alexa speaking. How may I help you?" Alexa answered.

"Hey, Alexa. It's Grace." She said softly, expecting her sister to hang up on her.

Alexa glanced over her shoulder, quickly before covering her mouth so Andrew couldn't hear her. 

"Call me back on my walkie." She said referring to the cell-phone like device that they used on this planet.

"Alright." Grace said disconnecting the phone.

"Andrew, I'll be back in a minute." Alexa said from the doorway of the lab.

"Okay." Drew said still pacing around his lab almost mindlessly. Rushing towards the break room, she waited for her walkie to ring. When it did she answered it quickly.

"What's going on, Grace? Andrew is a basket case and you aren't here." Alexa asked immediately.

"I don't know." Grace said with a sigh. "I needed some space from Drew."

"Do you love him?" Alexa asked.

"Yes, of course I love him. That's not the problem. I don't know how to deal with this. This is nothing like what I would go through if I was on Earth. I'm at a loss here." Grace responded sadly. "I feel like I've been thrown into the deep end and have to keep my head above water with out any swimming lessons. I don't know what to do or say." 

"Oh sweetheart." Alexa whispered. "I'm so sorry that you feel that way. But you're going to have to deal with it. I know you didn't understand what all was entailed with bonding with Andrew but you can't be apart."

"Drew, said something about that. I don't understand. How do your couples function while they're separated?"

"It's very difficult. Joseph and I have been bonded for over five years, Grace. It still isn't comfortable when we are apart but we're both secure enough to handle it."

"Secure enough?" Grace asked rubbing her forehead. She had the start of a headache.

"Yes. Joseph and I know that other will always return. So it makes our separation more comfortable than it would be if that knowledge wasn't there." She told her friend. "But this isn't Joseph and I that we're talking about. This is about you and Andrew. Andrew doesn't know if he's even going to see you again. Unfortunately this isn't like your earthling marriage. The bonding that you agreed to combined your spirits along with your physical bodies."

"So what are you saying." Grace asked concerned.

"Do you feel lost without him, Grace?" Alexa asked.

"Yes." Came her whisper a few moments later.

"Now double what you are feeling. That's what Andrew is going through." Alexa said. "I'm not going to sugar coat this, Grace. Andrew is not good today. He's restless. He looks like hell and worse he has no desire to do anything at all. This early in your bonding, it is certain death to be separated for more than a few hours every day."

"So your saying that the longer we're together the easier it will be to be apart?" 

"No. I'm not saying that. Just that it's easier to tolerate. You'll always want to be with your chosen. That's why many bonded couples work together. In fact there's a place on all of our applications that asks how long an applicant has been bonded." There was silence at the other end of the phone.

"How is he doing?" Grace asked.

"Like I said, not good."

"Then I guess, I better come into work, then. I thought about taking the day off to think."

"When did you leave him, Grace?" Alexa asked as a thought occurred to her.

"Saturday night, why?" 

"Oh, hell. I'll have to close the office." Alexa said softly. "Don't come in until I have time to reschedule all of our appointments for today."

"Why?" Grace asked confused.

"Because my dear sister, for every day that you have been apart, you can expect at least 2 hours of makeup sex. So I figure that you have about four hours worth. And I'm not going to explain to customers what all the noise in the lab is."

"You're expecting Drew and I to have sex in the lab?" Grace asked with a strained laugh.

'Grace, honey, there's no expect. There's not any way to stop it from happening. When my brother finally sees you, the first thing he's gonna do is reaffirm that you are still his chosen. And the most basic way to do that is to make love. He'll have no control over it. Neither will you. So do me a favor, wait an hour and then come in. I'm gonna lock up when you come in, so you won't have an audience. Do your self a favor, Grace, don't wear anything you don't want him ripping off you." Alexa said as she hung the phone.

Alexa walked into the lab and saw her brother staring mindlessly at his computer. Walking past him she shut all the blinds until the lab was darkened.  Glancing over at her, he barely noticed what she had done.  Walking back over to his desk, she leaned down and gave him a hug. 

"I'm taking the rest of the day off, Andrew."

"Why?"

"As a thank you from you."

"For what?" He asked confused.

" For talking your chosen into coming into work today." Alexa replied as she brushed the hair off his face. 

"Alexa, you know what's gonna happen." He growled. "If you can talk her into coming into work, then talk her into letting me go to her apartment or coming to mine."

"Don't worry. I've rescheduled all our appointments. When she shows up I'll lock the doors behind me." Alexa said before she headed back out to her desk. 

As requested, Grace showed up at the office an hour after she got off the phone with Alexa. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door. Walking in, she smiled at Alexa. Alexa motioned her to head back to the lab. Taking her coat off she laid it over the edge of Alexa's desk. She slowly pushed the door open, feeling the butterflies in her stomach increase. As her eyes adjusted to the darken room, she finally spotted Drew. He was sitting in his chair with his back to her. 

"Drew." She whispered softly.

"Don't come near me, Grace." He growled without turning around.

"What have I done wrong?" She asked.

"I don't want to hurt you, Grace. And I need you to be ready to accept me before you get with in touching distance." Drew finished as he gripped the arms of the chair tightly. The desire to claim his chosen was riding him hard. It had been since Alexa had told him that Grace was coming in.

"Ready for you?" Grace chuckled softly. "I've been ready for you since Alexa told me about your "make-up sex." I don't claim to understand this "bonded" thing. But I'm willing to try, Drew. Just be patient with me. I'll get it eventually.' Grace said as she crept closer. 

"Are you wet?" Drew asked her as he unzipped his pants. Immediately his hard manhood sprung out of the opening. Grace stopped just inches from him.

"Yes." She moaned softly. " Christ, I need you." 

"Good." He said as he spun the chair around and grabbed her. Reaching up under her skirt, he groaned when he realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. And that she was wet clear down to her thighs. Yanking her forward the same time that he surged out of his chair, he brought her up and over his rampant erection. Bracing his feet apart he slammed her down on to his hard cock. Grace screamed as he buried every inch inside her. "I love you, Grace." He panted as he started thrusting her up and down.

"Oh, Drew. I love you too." She sobbed as she got closer to climaxing. "I'm sorry. So sorry." She gasped as she went over the edge and climaxed hard around his thrusting cock.

"YES!!!" he hissed as she quaked in his arms. "I love you and you're mine." He added as he backed them towards the wall. Pinning her between the wall and his hard body he continued to hammer in and out of her. "Please don't leave me again. Not like that." he gritted as he felt the climax coming.

"No. I won't." She whimpered.

"No, you won't. You belong with me." He panted as he tensed.

"Yes!!!" She squealed. "I'm coming!!! Fuck me hard." She gasped as her orgasm raced through her.

"Hell, yes! I'm gonna cum." he growled as he sank to the floor with her, still thrusting. "Mine. That little pussy's mine and I'm gonna fill it full!" Then his head snapped back and he froze above her. Grace stared up at him . Even as ragged as he looked, she still had never seen a more beautiful sight. Then he started hammering her as hard as he could as his seed exploded out of him and into her welcoming depths. "AHHHHHHH." He growled as he gave up his life giving fluid. It was all Grace could do to hold on to him as her body started spasming violently. As the tremors finally slowed she looked up at him.. She smiled softly. Until she felt him harden inside of her. 

"What?" She gasped.

"She wasn't lying, Grace." He whispered as he started to thrust again slowly. "I'm going to love you for the rest of the day. Then we'll see if you want to leave me again." All Grace could do is moan softly as he gently pushed her over the edge into another orgasm. 

Grace moaned softly as she stood. She could barely keep her balance. It didn't help that she had one shoe on and one off. Drew had managed getting her skirt and blouse off but that was all. Looking over her shoulder she could see him laying on the couch that graced one side of the break room. It looked like he was asleep. And lord did she hope so. Her alien was a sex machine. He hadn't gotten brutal with her but he must have climaxed five times in the last three hours. And she wasn't sure how many times he had pushed her over the edge. She knew that all she wanted was a glass of water and a warm bed to curl up and sleep on. Tip toeing across the break room, she opened the small fridge like contraption and grabbed a cold bottle of water. She nearly dropped it when she felt Drew's arm wrap around her waist and lift her off her feet. 

"I missed you." Drew whispered against the back of her neck as he lightly teased her naked nipples with his other hand. 

"Don't you ever get enough?" She gasped as the familiar surge of desire ran through her body.

"No." He growled as his lips ran over the side of her neck and up to her ear.

"Drew." She gasped.

"One more time, Grace. Let me have you one more time before we go home." He asked as he drew his fingers over her moist sex.. When she moaned softly, Drew took that for a yes and gently carried her back over to the couch and sat her down on it. Drawing her hips to the edge of the couch he slowly explored her soft folds until she begged him to take her. Sighing with pleasure he knelt on the floor and slowly sank inside her with a gentle thrust. 

"Look at me Grace." He ordered as he slowly started moving.

"What?' She gasped.

"What do you see?" He asked.

"You." She groaned.

"Look closer," He whispered as he delved deeper into her.

"The alien that loves me." She panted as she felt the familiar tingle of orgasm .

"That's right." He growled as he kissed her. "I'm your chosen, Grace. I can't live without you. I won't live without you." He finished as he pushed deeper into. 

"Ohh!" She gasped, arching her back at the tense pleasure that was spiraling through her lower body.

"That's right. No one else can give you this, Grace. Only I can." He told her as he continued to slowly thrust. Drew gritted his teeth against the urge to hammer in and out of his chosen. The mating fever that he had been in when she first arrived still had him wrapped in it's coils, but he knew that she wasn't one of his kind and didn't want to hurt her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight as he slowly coaxed her body closer to the point of no return. He loved listening to her little gasps of pleasure. 

"Drew...please." She pleaded.

"I know, you want to come all over me."  He growled as he plunged a little bit deeper.

"Yes." She gasped as another surge of pleasure hit her. 

"Promise me that you'll stay." He coaxed as he urged her closer to the edge.

"What?" She panted as she fought to get closer. Drew grasped her hips and stilled her movements. 

"I won't go through this again. Love me enough to stay and work it out." He gritted as gazed into her beautiful green eyes. 

"I'll try." She whispered as she closer her eyes.

"Grace, look at me!" he growled. When her startled eyes meet his again, he continued. "Promise me." When she squirmed and pleaded with him to start moving again, he smiled. "I'm not gonna move til I get your promise, sweetheart." He warned softly.

"Yes, I promise." She finally sighed and then ran her fingers through his hair. Then tightening her grip she pulled his head down and nibbled at his mouth. "Now quit stalling and fuck me."

"Yes, Ma'am." He said before pulling his hips back and thrusting as deep as he could into her. At her soft moan, he smiled happily. Now that he had gotten what he wanted out of her, it was time for some serious loving. 

Sitting on the couch in her apartment, Drew sat with Grace cuddled on his lap. Watching the vid screen, he knew that he was going to have some serious adjustments to do for his chosen. He realized that she didn't understand the depths of the bonding that they went through. And at the time he had been too out of control and too selfish to stop and explain to her the enormity of her decision to bond with him. And in the back of his mind he knew that he had definitely taken advantage of her inexperience for his own needs. When she shifted he pulled her closer.  He knew that she was tired. She had dozed off next to him shortly after they had gotten back to her apartment. Of course he couldn't resist and had pulled her onto his lap. She hadn't so much as protested his actions. She had just dozed back off. In the morning, he decided. They would talk about it in the morning. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the couch and savored the contentment that came from being with her.

When dawn came, the next morning, Grace woke wrapped in Drew arms. With a sigh of pleasure she snuggled closer. She had slept well in her chosen's arms. Idly she toyed with the soft hair that covered his chest. It was the same pitch black hair that graced his head but unlike men on her planet, the hair was so soft that it felt like cashmere. He may look like a human, she reminded herself, but he wasn't. She wasn't sure what to do with him either. She had been swept away in a moment of passion. In fact the passion that they generated was enough to overwhelm her. And did at times. She had nothing to compare this with. All her relationships on Earth were tepid compared to the intensity that she had found with Drew. Slipping out of his arms she pulled on her robe ,walked over to the window and watched as the first sun started to breach the night.  Another thing, she mused, that she had to get use to. A planet having two suns. She was not surprised when she heard Drew start to stir in her bed. Glancing over her shoulder she watched as he felt around for her. Then his eyes flew open and he looked around wildly.

"Grace!" And it that moment, Grace realized how deeply she had hurt him. 

"I'm here Drew." She said softly, then with a smile she beckoned him over. "Come and watch the sunrise with me." Pushing the rumbled sheets off of him, he stood and stretched before joining her in front window. 

"I thought you were gone." He mumbled sleepily as he pulled her into his arms.

"No. I promised I never leave again." Pulling back she looked into his silver eyes. "And I never break a promise."

"I've made the same to you, Grace." he whispered. "I won't ever leave. Does not matter how old we get or how sick or even how happy we are. I'll always be here with you. We have to find a way to make it work for both of us." 

"I've been thinking about that." She said softly.

"Any suggestions." He asked as he carried her back over to her bed.

"One. I was thinking of something called a girl's night out."

"What's that?" Drew asked confused.

"It's a tradition that we have at home. Once a week, all the girls get together without their husbands and kids. Then they go out and do something as group. Eat at a restaurant, go to a movie, or just hangout at one of the houses." She explained as he pulled her next to him and covered them both up.

"Sounds interesting. Can't say I've ever heard of it happening here though." 

"I can imagine. With the bonding the way it is. Most women probably don't think about doing something without their chosen."

"Yes, we are a civilization that is based on that fact." He agreed as she rested her head over his heart.

"Do you think that Alexa would be willing to try it out?"

"Hmm." He said after a moment. "How long do these girls night out last? A whole evening?"

"Not usually. Just a couple of hours." Grace whispered against his chest.

"So this custom is for women to get together and just blow off a little steam for a few hours?"

"Yes." Grace said, hoping that he understood.




Another World Ch. 03



Megan and Marianna continued to spend time together and they became very good friends. One thing they never mentioned was their sex lives. Megan was quite embarrassed to mention it to anyone. On an average day, she and her husband Leif would have sex four to five times. On weekends or if one of them was in the mood they could easily have sex all day long.

On one of those days, Megan woke up to a soft kiss between her thighs. When she opened her eyes Leif was nestled between her legs sucking and licking her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his neck and closed her eyes. She arched her back and came quickly. Leif flipped her over and thrust his cock inside her.

"I want to fuck all day baby."

Megan thrust back against him and they began to fuck so hard the bed was rocking. They spent the rest of the day and evening having sex. Megan was a blubbering mess by evening. She could barely move. Her inner thighs were sore. Her breasts were sore. She was lying on her back while Leif fucked her again. He had cum too many times to count and was still hard. Their whole bedroom smelled of sex and she was so aroused that practically every thrust made her orgasm. The moon was shining in from their bedroom window. Megan closed her eyes and passed out.

Leif continued to fuck Megan and as the sun rose he came for the final time. He fell asleep next to her, his hand on her tummy.

Later that evening, while Megan was asleep, Leif went over to the conference center for a meeting. The mahogany room was filled with all the men and they waited for Hans to begin.

"So all of the new wives are pregnant. We'll need to redo their memory switch since I don't think they will react well when they're told they will only be pregnant for three months. Hans why isn't Megan pregnant?"

"I don't know sir. She is fertile. We will try my next moon cycle."

"Fabian how is Marianna doing?"

"She's wonderful. I've already convinced her that we need to wait a bit to have children. By the time my moon cycle is here, she'll want children."

The meeting ended and the men walked back to their respective homes. Leif stripped naked and slipped into bed next to his wife. He fell asleep soundly.

***

"Security Breach. Security Breach." Megan's eyes opened as the loud voice boomed into her bedroom. It was like there were speakers everywhere and as her eyes got accustomed to the light she saw it was three in the morning. Leif was nowhere to be found. She got up and stumbled to get dressed. As she fully woke up, she remembered the procedures she had been told when she first arrived. She slid on panties, bra, jeans and a t-shirt. Her red hair was already in a ponytail and she found her running shoes and slipped them on. She tried to remember exactly what the directions were in this situation, but it had been over four years ago and all she remembered was to go to the conference center.

She exited her house and the loud blaring continued. There was no one around and she worried that it was too late. She began to run and stopped as she saw bright lights behind her. She heard a car engine and before she knew it she was dragged into the car. A voice spoke to her.

"Stay quiet or you'll die."

Megan crouched on the front seat of the car and felt the car lurch forward. She didn't dare look up. The car crashed into something and she realized it was the front gates of the community. Fifteen minutes later when all she heard was the engine of the car she sat up. She was face to face with Marianna.

"What the hell is happening?"

"It's a long story and it's best we stop somewhere so I can tell you." Marianna pulled the car over on the side of the road and turned to face Megan.

"Do you remember your life before you married Leif?"

"What kind of question is that?" Megan's voice was rising.

"Do you remember anything before you married Leif?" Marianna tucked her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Sort of. I mean when we were first married Leif and I would chat about me growing up and going to school and my family. Why?"

Marianna took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Your husband isn't who he says he is. Your memory was altered so that you wouldn't remember life before Falconcrest. You along with all the other women have literally been held hostage at Falconcrest for as long as you have been married."

"What? Why doesn't Leif want me to remember my life before him?"

"There was a security breach. The government was finally able to find Falconcrest and the men are in hiding. If you would have stayed there you would have become a guinea pig for them."

"So who are you then? How the hell do you know all this? How do I know you're not one of them, whatever they are?"

"My name is Marianna Jones and I'm an alien researcher." 



Another World Ch. 03



"You know it might just work. Joseph wouldn't probably mind if Alexa went out with you for a few hours. Then maybe he and I could go golfing."

"Golfing?" She asked on a choked laugh. "You've never heard of girls night out but you've heard of golfing?" 

"Hey, now. Golfing is a wonderful sport. It's been the rage since we first had you earthlings show up on our doorstep." He laughed.



Later that morning, Drew and Grace walked into the office. They found Alexa draped over the edge of her desk, wrapped up in her husband's arms. 

"Opps." Grace squeaked as she pushed Drew back out of the office. "I'll lock up behind me. Call me later." She hollered over her shoulder. Drew stumbled and backed up. 

"What was that?" He asked. He hadn't seen anything due to the fact that he had been riffling through the days mail.

"Your sister and Joseph."

"Really. Dare I ask what they were doing that caused you to back out so quickly." He asked with a wink.

"Bonding." She said with a grin as she lead him back towards her apartment. "Why don't we go and try it ourselves?" 

"It'd be my pleasure." He growled as he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the apartment. "Who needs work anyways." He said as he kicked the door shut. All that could be heard then was the sound of Grace's laughter.



Another World Ch. 04



Megan woke up and had no idea where she was. Her face was stuck to cold glass and as she opened her eyes, she saw that it was daytime. She was in a car and as she sat up and stretched out, the events of the night before came flooding back. Megan had been living the perfect life in Falconcrest Estates. She was young and beautiful and had an amazing sexy husband. Then, in the middle of the night, she was awoken by a siren and dragged in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat was Marianna. Marianna had told her last night that her husband wasn't who she thought he was and that she was an alien researcher. She had laid back in her seat and must have fallen asleep.

"Good morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Confused. Can we stop somewhere? I have to pee."

"We're almost at the compound." Marianna pulled the car into a laneway and drove straight. The road was completely straight and looked like it went on forever. Megan couldn't see any buildings in the distance and she was getting scared. Suddenly the car went down a hill and they were underground. The walls were cement and looked quite old. The car snaked its way through a tunnel and finally pulled into a parking lot.

"They know I was able to rescue you. These offices house my team. We are not affiliated with the government. Our goal is to protect those that get involved with aliens. We've been spending the last few years tracking Falconcrest. We were caught off guard when the feds stormed in. That's why you were the only one rescued."

"Involved with aliens? I'm so confused. What?" Megan's eyes were wide and she felt like her brain was about to explode.

"All the men at Falconcrest are aliens."

***

Later that afternoon, Megan was sitting in a comfy chair in one of the back offices. She had had a shower and was able to change her clothes. The door opened and in walked Marianna.

"Hi Megan. How are you doing? Do you have any more questions? Actually you probably wished I hadn't told you anything right?"

"Um yeah."

"We have one of my team members in the building at the moment. It's important to stay in here until he is gone. I'm sure you don't want to know why."

"Am I going to wake up from this nightmare? Like is this just a really bad dream and I'm not waking up anytime soon?" Megan bit her lip. Marianna smiled and tried to comfort the young woman.

"I wish it was. I got caught up in all this right out of college. I applied for a job and was told that a well-known university professor needed a research assistant. I was brought here and told the whole story. I couldn't just walk away after learning that these aliens have been kidnapping young women for decades. Anyway, just stay in here until I come back. Victor can't know you are here."

Megan sat back and began to flip through a magazine. It was called Alien Monthly and she wished she could just wake up from this. She started to squirm and realized that she really had to pee. She got up and opened the door. As she looked up and down the hall, there was no one. She walked quickly down to the washroom and entered quickly. She had no idea who or what Victor was, but she trusted Marianna. She finished her business and after washing her hands opened the door. She began to walk down the hall and then she felt him. Her pussy suddenly was dripping wet and her nipples were so hard they hurt. She looked around and a man was walking towards her. He was just over six feet tall with dark hair and eyes.

"I need you now."

Megan's pulse was racing and all she knew was she needed him too.

He picked her up and kissed her hard. His mouth was burning against hers and he held her up with one hand under her butt while his other hand undid her jeans. She moaned and whimpered loudly. She was so horny at this moment and she had no idea who this man was. Once he undid her jeans, he slid his hand inside and found her clit. It was swollen and hard and throbbing. He rubbed it as his mouth sucked on her nipple through her shirt. His cock was pressed hard against her thigh and she desperately needed it inside her.

He slid his hand out of her jeans and wrapped her legs around his hips. He slid his fingers into her mouth. She sucked hard on them, tasting her juices. They stared into each other's eyes.

"Victor!" Marianna was running down the hall screaming his name. Megan dropped to her feet and zipped up her jeans.

"You were supposed to stay in the north wing."

"This is the north wing."

"No this is the south wing. Fuck this is earth you idiot." Marianna was glaring at Victor and pushed him out of the way. She grabbed Megan by the hand and dragged her down the hall.

"What the hell is happening?" Megan stepped into the room and sat down on the couch. Her body had returned to normal and she was no longer on the brink of orgasm.

"Victor can't control himself around red headed earth women. It's part of his ancestry. He doesn't do it on purpose. His alien race is one of the most sexual."

Megan could only sit and stare at the wall. A day earlier, she was at home relaxing with her husband. Now she had been thrust into a world she didn't even know existed. . She burst into tears.



Another World Ch. 05



Megan lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. She had tried to fall asleep, but it wasn't working. She had been in this compound for almost a month and her mind was ready to explode with everything that she had learned. She had found out that she was kidnapped on her eighteenth birthday and had been brain washed. All she remembered was being married to Leif. Leif was an alien, as were all the husbands in the gated community she once lived in. The government was after Leif and the others and when they finally found them, Marianna had rescued Megan. Marianna had gone undercover to protect the women, but in the end she had only been able to rescue Megan. 

Megan got out of bed and went to the washroom. She had been told it was only going to be a few more days and then she would have a new life. As Marianna put it, they had to work out all the details to reintegrate Megan into society. After getting dressed, she decided to take a walk through the compound. It was an underground area and had artificial lights to mimic the sun's rising and setting cycle. She entered the area labeled North wing. Marianna was working on a computer and looked up when Megan entered.

"Oh good. We have everything sorted out. Sit down." 

Megan did as she was told.

"You have a new identity. This is so the feds won't be able to find you. If they do you don't want to know what they will do to you. I'm sending Victor with you. Yes, I know I told the two of you to stay away from each other, but he's the only team member that we can send at the moment. John and Mark are already undercover and Brendan is the only one who can work all the computers."

Victor walked in and she felt her pussy dripping again. How the hell did he have such power over her? He didn't look at her and listened as Marianna gave him directions. For being such a small sweet looking girl, she could be quite abrupt and business like when she wanted to.

"The car will be ready in a few minutes." Marianna walked over to Megan.

"Your cell phone has my number programmed in it. Call me in a week and let me know how things are going. We're going to be keeping a close eye on you. Post traumatic stress is common in this situation, but Victor is a trained psychologist so he knows the warning signs." Marianna kissed Megan on the cheek and left the room.

Victor turned and faced Megan.

"Hi. I'm seriously trying not to do that to you." Megan blushed and realized that her nipples were hard against her shirt.

Megan was breathing so hard. It was like he was strumming his fingers over her nipples even though he wasn't even touching her.

"How the hell are you doing that?"

"I'm telepathic. My race is programmed to multiply as much as possible. We're a dying race and although we can have sex as much as we want, we can only get our mates pregnant twice."

"Fuck I barely know you." Megan got up and practically leaped into his lap.

"Megan get off me. Please."

Megan didn't listen. Victor was driving her crazy and he wasn't even touching her. She grinded against his lap and tried to kiss him. Her pussy was so wet it was soaking her panties and she needed his cock inside her right this minute.

Victor stood up and pushed Megan away.

"We have to go." Megan glared at Victor. She was never one to be aggressive, but it took all her strength not to push Victor onto the chair and fuck him senseless.

The two of them walked down the hall not saying a word. In his head Victor was trying to shut off his telepathy. He had never been so aroused in his life yet he had a job to do and was not going to ruin it. They got into a silver SUV and began their drive.

"We have a small cottage on a lake not too far from here. Here you can read our information."

Victor threw a pile of papers into her lap that had their new birth certificates, marriage certificate, along with their cell phones and keys. Megan squirmed in her seat and without realizing it strummed her nipple as she read the papers. Victor looked over at her and smiled. She was so cute and small. He wanted her so bad and knew it was only a matter of time before he couldn't hold back.

"So what planet are you from?" Megan was squirming around, making her jeans rub against her clit. Her clit felt so huge and she was on the brink of orgasm again.

"Jade. I've been on earth for ten years now. The government got me once and I escaped. I'm lucky that I look almost human. Some of the Jadians have extra body parts which makes it hard for them to blend in with society."

"Oh. Of course." Megan rolled her eyes and pinched herself. She desperately needed to wake up from this nightmare. It was like she was in a bad science fiction movie.

They pulled up to a small cottage and got out. The moment they entered, Megan jumped into Victor's arms. She kissed him hard and he wrapped his arms around her hips to hold her up.

"Megan no. Fuck, I'm sorry I'm doing this to you. We can't have sex."

Megan didn't listen. She was trying to undo her jeans while her legs were wrapped around him. It wasn't working and she pulled off her shirt instead.

"Megan. Fuck. We do this you could get pregnant. Do you understand?"

Megan dropped her feet onto the ground. She undid her jeans and pulled them off. Then she removed her soaking wet panties and finally her bra. She had already kicked off her shoes when she entered.

"Just do it."

Victor grunted as his cock expanded. He couldn't resist her now that she was standing naked in front of him. He stepped forward and grabbed her. He threw her over his shoulder and walked towards the bedroom, undoing his jeans as he walked. He kicked off his jeans and boxers and sat down on the edge of the bed. In one motion he pushed Megan into his lap and pierced her pussy with his member. He was huge compared to human males and only about half of his cock was inside her. He was stretching her so much and he began to thrust his hips up. He could feel her pulse inside her along with all her hormones. He was reading her mind and she was doing the same. They stared into each other's eyes and came at the same time. Megan gushed all over his cock as he emptied his cum into her pussy.

"God I needed that."

"I know. We have about two hours before you need it again. We should get settled into the cottage and call Marianna to tell her we've arrived.

Megan nodded and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. She looked in the mirror. Her mind was racing with thoughts, but she knew one thing, she might not even know his last name, but this alien was sexy and a great fuck.

***

Megan was sitting up in bed with pillows all around her. Her round belly was moving all over the place as the three babies moved around inside her. It had been four months since she had arrived at the cottage. Victor was outside getting wood. Victor walked in and watched as Megan rubbed her belly. He couldn't help but smile. In the last four months the aliens from Falconcrest had all been caught and imprisoned. Megan was safe and Marianna's team was successfully able to wipe out all record of Megan's stay at Falconcrest. She was free to go but chose not to.

"I love you Victor."

"I love you too Megan."

Victor undressed and flipped Megan over onto her hands and knees. He thrusted into her hard, fucking her for the fourth time that day. As Megan came hard she realized that being married to an alien wasn't all that bad. 



Another World Ch. 1



Her body moved seductively up the bed, the silk sheets crinkling under her knees and hands as she went. Her blue eyes were staring straight into mine as her body glistened slightly with perspiration.

I led there as she crawled up my body, placing little butterfly kisses here and there, until her body was half covering mine. I'd never felt skin as soft as hers and her hair, which was lazily hanging off her shoulders, tickled my breasts as she lowered herself onto me.

When our lips met, I could taste the sweetness of her lips, as her tongue gently entered my mouth, licking my own.

This kiss lasted for hours. Well, it felt like it did, and I never wanted her to pull away from me. But she did. Only to slide down my body once again.

She kissed me everywhere. My neck, sucking softly on my pulse point, my breasts, licking and teasing everywhere except the nipples, until I cried out for her to touch me. My stomach, where she ran the tip of her tongue around my belly button, then dipped it inside, causing me to arch my back and lift slightly off the bed.

As she kissed further down she slowly opened my legs, running her soft palms all over my inner thighs, moving her hands in little circles, getting closer to my center, but then circling off again, teasing me.

My eyes were closed to the world, the teasing pleasure she was inflicting on me too much. I wanted her to stop, but I couldn't find with will power within myself, at the teasing pleasure with which she was giving me so freely.

Then, suddenly, I felt the tip of her tongue softly lick my clit, causing me to jump slightly at the contact and arch my back very painfully in the air. I could feel her warm breathe on me, blocked slightly as she reached out her tongue again and began running it around my clit, not touching it.

She began a slow, torturing tour of my center, tracing my inner lips, dipping her tongue into my hotness to taste me, then back up my lips to circle my clit again. I could feel a very distant pressure beginning to well deep inside my body, but what she was doing just wasn't enough, and she knew it.

I was squirming on the bed, my breathing heavy and without rhythm, wanting, needing her to touch me there, to bring me to the orgasm that was waiting to come forth from me.

She traced my inner lips, dipping inside once more before licking back up to my clit. But she time, she didn't tease. She started to flick her tongue back and forth slowly over my clit.

My body was reacting in a way I had never known. My back was arching backwards, lifting my hips off the bed. Not pressing myself into her face, but giving her more access to that one place that I needed her touch the most.

As her speed increased, I felt one of her fingers enter me slowly, curving upwards, reaching, searching for my g-spot. I knew she'd find it.

I was wreathing on the bed, my breathing became soft moans and groans of pleasure as she licked my clit at a much faster place and found that spot inside me.

The next thing my rational mind knew, I was groaning loudly, my body shaking and shivering through me as my orgasm took over. It felt like it was ripping through every part of my body and soul, and shattering them into a thousand little pieces.

When I came back to earth a few minutes later, my breathing was still heavy and my body still slightly shaking. I could feel a soft pressure on my clit and I opened my eyes to see her looking back up at me.

With a suddenly movement of her tongue, that I just couldn't figure out later, another orgasm clutched me, sending the ultimate pleasure through my body again and making me call out into the room.

Then she was there, leaning over me, her lips descending onto mine to meet me in the softest, most loving kiss I've ever felt in my life.

'I love you' she whispered to me as we snuggled down into the bed, our arms wrapped around each other.

* * * *

I shot up in my bed, only to realize that I wasn't in that huge silk covered bed, that I was in my own dorm room bed with the blue covers and sheets. That the room wasn't lit by candle light, giving the place a deep romantic feel.

But most of all, I felt an ache by the absence of that girl. The girl with the blonde hair and deep eyes. With the tanned, beautiful skin. 

I felt the absence of the person who claimed to love me, even though I knew in the deepest recesses of my mind, I'd imagined her.



Another World Ch. 2



We ran round the corner, holding hands as we entered the dark alley, laughing with each other. She leaned back against the wall, resting her hand on her hip as she tried to catcher her breath. I was leaning my hands on my knees, looking up at her as my breathing returned to normal, loving the way that the half light fell across her face.

Suddenly, and without giving her fair warning, I stood up in front of her and kissed her deeply, my hands resting on her hips as I lightly ran my tongue over her bottom lip. She wove her arms around my neck, playing with the skin under my hair and she returned the kiss.

Slowly, I reached down and popped open the button at the top of her pants, pulling the zip down slowly, feeling the loose material almost fall to the floor. She lifted her powerful legs up and round my waist, stopping her pants from falling down, but at the same time, they were loose enough so I could slide my hand down between us.

She had no underwear on so I softly ran my finger through the down hairs that were there, loving the way she moaned into my mouth at the contact.

I ran the tips of my fingers over her mound, never parting her lips to make her wet, just softly stroking her. She never protested to my gentle teasing because she knew that I'd touch her in those intimate places when I could feel her start to move slightly to my ministrations.

But not this time. I didn't wait, I wanted her so much. I slowly pushed my finger inside her lips, never going inside, and ran it swiftly up to her clit, putting a small amount of pressure there.

She tore her mouth from mine, her head falling back against the wall with a dull thud and I started to move my finger in a circular motion over that small bundle of nerves. Never going fast enough to make her orgasm, but never slowing down enough to take away her pleasure.

I moved off her clit and ran my finger back down to her opening, sliding first one finger, then another up inside of her, pushing my fingers in and out slightly, causing a friction that I knew would drive her wild.

I moved my other hand inside her pants, using the back of my finger to rub her clit in time with the fingers I held inside of her. 

I never closed my eyes, I was watching her, seeing the pleasure on her face at what I was causing, and that thin line of perspiration that ran down her neck and disappeared under the neck line of her top.

As I sped up my fingers, moving them swiftly through the wetness that was now covering my fingers, she opened her eyes and looked deep into mine. Her breathing was heavy and her arms tightened their hold around my neck, keeping her suspended against the wall and me.

She was moving herself up and down against my hands, her back rubbing up against the wall, and I could tell that she was close because her breath kept hitching and she was having a hard time keeping her eyes trained on me.

I leaned forward slightly, never slowing down, and whispered to her, even thought I knew that no one else would here me.

'I love you' I said to her.

Suddenly, I felt her muscles clamp down on my fingers and her body seemed to be frozen in time as I stopped the inner exploration of my hand and just used the finger on her clit to hold her on the edge as long as I could.

With one last trust inside of her, she closed her eyes and called out to me as the orgasm ran through her body, causing her muscles to pulse around my fingers and I had to press her tighter against the wall because she was shaking so badly.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breathing was still heavy and her eyes had a soft glazed look to them.

'I love you too.'

* * * *

I suddenly snapped back to reality to realize that I was leaning against the college bar, my drink still in my hand, from when I picked it up a few minutes ago. My friends were having an animated chat around me, but I guess they didn't miss me for the few minutes that I was gone.

I took a deep breath, placing my drink back down on the bar as I ran my other hand through my hair.

As I looked back up, I saw her then. The girl from my dreams, standing over by the main doors, talking to another girl with black hair.

She was exactly like I imagined her.

Then she looked up at me and gave me a shy smile.

I guess I was exactly like she imagined me too.



Another World Ch. 3



My breathing was deep and labored as I felt her tongue and fingers roaming my most intimate places. Her tongue softly flicking over my clit and her fingers deeply within me. It was almost too much for me.

I reached down suddenly and gave her a gentle tug on her back of her neck. She looked up at me and smiled when I crooked my finger at her and told her to come up to me.

I kissed her swiftly then softly whispered into her ear what I wanted.

She leaned back and smiled at me, the dark room lightly up in that one instant.

I led back against the bed again, watching as she turned her body around and positioned herself over my face. I gently took hold of her hips and pulled her down onto my tongue, flicking her clit softly before I ran down to her lips and dipped my tongue inside.

She gasped at the contact and then lowered her head and started to lick my inner lips before dragging her tongue up to my clit.

For minutes we led there, licking each other, bringing pleasure to each other like neither of us has known before.

My orgasm suddenly ripped through my body, making me shake and shudder. But I never left her clit. I pulled it into my mouth and started sucking on it as I slide a finger inside of her and curved it round to find her g-spot, moving the tip of my digit swiftly back and forth when I did.

The room was suddenly filled with her moans as she called out to me, her hips jerking at the pleasure that swam through her.

Spent, she collapsed down on the bed next to me, her head resting on my thigh and her leg across my chest.

'I love you.' She said softly as her breathing slowed to normal.

'I love you too.' 

* * * *

I slowly came awake the next morning, expecting to feel the cramp of sexual frustration from my dreams. I never expected to see her there, leaning on one elbow as she ran her finger softly down my cheek.

'Morning' she said as I focused on her face. 

Without a word, I pulled her down to me and kissed her deeply, feeling her hair fall down from behind her ear, landing softly over the side of my face.

When we pulled apart, I had a huge smile on my face, causing her to look at me with a curious half smile on her face.

'What?'

'I guess dreams really do come true.'