4 comments/ 25130 views/ 6 favorites Intelligent Life By: snooper © 2004 Snooper. All rights reserved. The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. From an idea by Ladidarkmoon. Sandra Thiery's relationship with Keith Cannon was definitely an unusual one; they had met a couple of years earlier, while Sandra was already engaged to her husband, James Welton. Their engagement was, and remained, a serious relationship. From the evening they formally agreed to marry, James on bended knee in the romantic restaurant, the whole bit, they had lived together ... but Sandra had an almost instant crush on Keith. They were friends in an off and on sort of way through the first year that they knew each other, partly because he was still at college and partly because she was engrossed in planning her wedding, with all the distractions that brings. Then, about a year after the wedding, when she became Sandra Welton, she and Keith started to talk regularly on the phone. Online chat became their preferred method of communication and they began to flirt ... a lot. Whenever they met it was clear to everyone around them that they really liked each other. Nevertheless, by this time Sandra was pregnant with her husband's child, and very happy to be so. *** The day started normally enough for Sandra. She lay in bed, feeling the weight, first of her growing baby, then the heavier weight of James, her husband, as he pushed his manhood deep into her welcoming body. 'Visiting the baby' they called it, and Sandra was one of those women who were made much more horny by pregnancy, so there were as many visits as she could persuade her husband to make. She had never had any other man, and until now she had never wondered about what it would be like to feel a different prick in her cunt. Now, though she found herself thinking about every man she saw. Was it thicker, longer, darker, better, than James's? She had seen, touched, and even tasted, a few pricks before she was married so she knew they differed, but she had gone to James a virgin. Not, admittedly, on her wedding day, because they had lived together for six months before that, but she had slept only with him. So it was that she was wondering about the man she saw in the supermarket car park as she carried her few purchases out to the car. 'He looks odd,' she thought, 'Almost wider than he is tall, yet he doesn't look fat. Is his prick wider than it is long? How would that feel?' She shivered as an unknown dread overcame her; suddenly she feared being split apart by a man with a four inch long prick that was six inches across. 'Stop it,' she told herself, 'Nobody's built like that. Don't be silly.' Suddenly a hand was clamped over her mouth and a sweet smell assailed her nostrils, swiftly followed by a feeling of falling into a deep black hole as the world vanished. When she woke up she was in a metal cage, a six foot cube with nowhere to sit. A dish with water in it was in one corner and the door was securely locked. 'It looks like a cage for a lion in a zoo,' she thought, 'except they would give a lion more room.' Looking round her, she realised she was some distance out of town, where the scrub was still quite thick, but definitely heading out towards the desert. There were a number of other cages in sight, some with occupants, others without. One had a dog in it, another a cow, and a third had a pair of very frightened looking teenagers, but they were too far away to talk to without shouting. For some reason she thought that shouting would be a bad idea, though she could not have explained why. Eventually two of her captors came close to the cages and Sandra's worst fears were realised. They were naked, and grossly male, as she had imagined. There was something else odd about them that she could not quite put her finger on. It was their genitals which really threw her; each had a penis which was fairly short, about six inches, but much wider, perhaps nine inches in diameter, about as thick as their thighs. From the way they flopped as the males walked their pricks were clearly not roused. 'God help me,' she thought, 'If one is that size when it's soft, what would it be like roused? No way could I get it in me, not even my mouth. Not even the beginning of it. Where do these men come from?' The cages were opened and the alien men pushed all of them out on to the grass, then began to lash them lightly with whip that had appeared from nowhere. These stung as they landed so Sandra automatically moved forwards, then as she realised that the scrub land before her was unfenced she started to run away from the cages, and the whips. 'It can't be true,' she thought, 'They can't have let us go.' Still she ran as fast as she could, the presence of the baby in her womb giving her a mental strength she didn't know she had, but which encouraged her body into running faster than she had in years. She had covered about twenty-five yards and was breathing hard when she felt a slight sting in her right shoulder, and after taking a few more steps her legs turned to rubber and she fell heavily. 'Tranquilliser dart,' Sandra thought, 'They shot me ... with ... a ...' *** When Sandra woke she had an abominable headache and was again in captivity. Within a very few minutes her head cleared and she began to take an interest in her surroundings. 'A boat,' she thought, 'I'm on some sort of boat.' The walls were metal and the floor and ceiling were metal painted a dull green. There was a drain hole in one corner of the room, and the whole floor sloped slightly towards it, evidently to allow the accommodation to be washed out. The only relief from the bare cell was that there was a dish of water on the floor, and a ledge, some two feet six from the floor, presumably to act as a bed. The cracks at the edges of the door could just be discerned in the wall opposite the ledge, but there was no handle on the inside. Then she was struck by the light. There was no light fitting, no bulb, no glowing panels, just light in the room. It was quite strong enough for all practical purposes, but it seemed to come equally from all the walls, the ceiling and even the floor, though no part of the surface seemed actually to be glowing. After a while the door slid back and sideways, like a door on a train, and an alien came in. Again it was a hugely endowed male, and Sandra's attention was riveted on that enormous penis. As she stared at it a plastic netting bag was placed over her head and pulled tight, preventing her from opening her mouth, but allowing her to see and breath normally. 'God,' she thought, 'He's muzzled me like I would a dangerous dog!' The alien gripped her by one arm and dragged her firmly through the door and into a corridor. It was then she finally looked at the alien enough to realise two things about it, other than it's enormous penis. The first was that the subtle oddity of appearance was that it had five fingers on each hand, but that both of the end ones were thumbs. This made its grip much more secure than that of a human, because the thumbs both folded over whatever it was holding and met like the jaws of hand-cuffs. The second was that its skin was cold, and covered with very fine scales. 'It's a reptile,' she thought, and almost fainted at the shock. By the time she had calmed down, she found herself flat on her back on a table with her ankles and wrists securely fastened in restraints leaving her spread-eagled and feeling very vulnerable. One of the aliens approached her and studied her from all angles for a long time, making funny noises to his companion, a female. As this continued, Sandra realised that the male was making observations and the female was recording them. After inspecting her for some time, the alien attached a device to her hand which she could not quite see, but which evidently gave rise to some interesting observations, because there was quite a flurry of chatter. Next the male came and touched the side of her hip very tentatively. Soon it was running its odd, double-thumbed hands all over her body. Finding her breasts were much softer than the rest of her it began searching the surface of her blouse as though looking for something. 'It's just like the doctor feeling the skin on your hand to try to decide what's happened to the bones under it,' she thought. More prodding and palpating, and the alien very gently and tentatively lifted the front of her skirt. 'Here comes the rape,' she thought. The alien seemed to be lifting it very gently indeed, and it took some time before Sandra realised that the aliens' lack of clothing meant that they had no idea that her skirt was not actually a part of her body, a flap of differently coloured skin. Not so stupid, after all she wasn't a blonde! The delicate handling was because they did not want to harm their specimen. When her skirt was laid back on her belly, showing her legs, sensible cotton knickers, and hold-up stockings the differing textures were examined thoroughly, causing volumes of observations to be recorded. The edge of one leg of her knickers was lifted with infinitely more care than any human male would use, and the skin beneath was examined. As the edge was lifted higher the fringe of her pubes became visible to the alien and there was another enormous amount of chatter. Suddenly it was all over. She was released from the shackles and lifted to upright ready, she assumed, to be returned to her cell. Why she did it she did not know. Perhaps it was a moment of madness, perhaps she wanted to be fucked after thinking about it so much, but using the one free hand, she released the waistband of her skirt and stepped out of it. Pushing first one edge and then the other down over her hips she dropped her knickers also, and stepped out of them. The aliens' surprise at this shedding of what they had thought was her skin was palpable, and the one holding her arm was so shocked that he let go. Quickly she stripped off her blouse and her brassière and stood before them clad only in her stockings. "There," she said, "Is that what you want?" and she lay back down on the table. The aliens recovered their poise and quickly strapped her down again. The male went over to what was clearly a telephone and made a call. Moments later another female alien came into the room and took her clothes away. The examination of Sandra's physiology started again. To be fair, the alien was extremely gentle, and there was no sign of the stinging whip. If Sandra so much as winced, the alien immediately stopped whatever had caused it. The first close scrutiny was of her breasts, and for quite some time the alien pushed and stroked at these, becoming very agitated as the nipple reacted to the light touches, inevitably becoming erect. A small suction tube was attached to one of them, and although it got almost no milk out of her teat, Sandra found herself becoming more and more sexually aroused. It was the female who pointed out to the male that Sandra's clitoris was also erecting, and the light pink tip was peeping out from its hood between her lightly furred labia. This too was touched lightly by the male, and responded to his gentle fingers in the most natural way possible. As Sandra's mind whirled off into the firework illuminated universe called orgasm, she was vaguely aware of alien fingers spreading her labia, and an alien finger entering her vagina, oh so gently and oh so excitingly. As she came down from her first alien induced orgasm, Sandra was aware that there was an alien finger penetrating her in a place nobody had ever been allowed before. She set up an automatic screech of outrage at the penetration of her anus, and the alien withdrew at once to a safe three feet away from her shackled form. A mechanical arm lowered a large pad across her face and held it there for longer than she could hold her breath, until she was forced to inhale the sweetish smelling fumes from the pad. She felt as though she was falling away, her mind spinning into a blackness ... *** When Sandra came round from the drugs she thought she was back in her own cell, but then realised that she wasn't. She was in one half of a twin shelf cell and lying on the shelf opposite, on his side, leering at her nakedness, was the teen-aged boy she had last seen in a cage in the scrub near home. As she tried to get up, he said, "Hi. I'm Harry. Stay there. You need five minutes to recover. Then they'll lift this screen and we can fuck." "Screen?" she asked. "Sure," said the young man, "There's a glass screen between us, but it's that non-reflective stuff like they use on paintings and car instruments. When they think you're better, they'll lift the screen and we can fuck, like I said." "There is no way I'm going to sleep with you. I'm a respectable married woman and I'm pregnant," Sandra said, sniffily. "Who said anything about sleep?" asked the boy, "I done this before. If I don't fuck you, or you try to resist, one of them comes in and stings us. Them aliens wants us to fuck." "Stings?" Sandra was confused. "Yeah. When they let us out, back on earth, you remember, the whip while we was all running. Well it ain't a whip; it's a sort of tail that whips round and stings. I ain't fixin' to have it no more, so you better be fuckable. Seems like I'm the only stud they got, cuz you're the third woman I've had since we came here, not even counting Tricia what they caught me with. She'll fuck anything." Just then the screen slid down into the floor and the boy came over to her bed. Close examination of his acne covered face did not make him any more attractive than he had been while safely the other side of the screen. His erection was large, dark red and angry; Sandra did not doubt for a moment that he meant to use it; her plea of pregnancy had cut no ice with him. "Are you even old enough for sex?" Sandra asked him, curling up into a ball. "I'm eighteen," he said, angry now, "Open them legs so I can get into you." Driven by panic more than anger, Sandra kicked out at him and caught him off balance as he tried to get on to the sleeping ledge with her. As he crashed to the floor he hit his head hard and knocked himself cold. Quickly she rolled him under the ledge and tried to use the pallet from the other ledge to pack him in tightly. 'God, that's done it,' she thought, 'They won't like that.' She was right. Two aliens, both male, came into the cell and whipped at her with their odd, tentacle-like retractable stinging tails. Three or four strokes from each of them and she passed out with the pain ... When she woke again, stiff and still stinging from the whipping she had been given, she was still in a double cell, but alone. Her arm had a nasty bruise where the aliens had clearly taken a blood sample, and done it rather clumsily at that. Her vagina was also rather sore, and she wondered if she had been raped, mated as the aliens would see it, while unconscious. Closer examination of her tender parts revealed no trace of semen, so she concluded that she had been subjected to a rather unfeeling internal examination. No other man was put in with her that day, but nor did she get an evening meal. When the lights dimmed she found it difficult to sleep, and tossed and turned all night, worrying about whether she would be subjected to further attacks, and whether that might damage her baby. She couldn't really blame the young man, Harry, because those stinging whips were a nightmare. It was just after breakfast when one of the aliens handed Sandra a flat hand-held TV screen, about a twelve inch model, too big to hold easily, too small to put down and watch from a distance. It was some sort of over-sized palm-top, with an integral keypad. The odd thing was that there were only three buttons on it, two of them marked as arrows left and right. Sandra pressed the left button, but nothing happened. The alien snatched back the screen and pressed the centre button; the screen lit up with the picture of a man as it was returned to her. 'Hey, I would have tried that next,' she thought, but she knew the aliens thought she was fairly stupid. It seemed odd to Sandra that the aliens, who had no hair to speak of, should think she had no brains, just because she was a woman. Returning her attention to the screen, she looked at the picture, but it was just a still photo of a man she didn't recognise. Pressing the right arrow button changed the picture to another man she didn't know. Pressing the left arrow changed it back to the previous man. Right brought up the second guy. Sandra looked up and realised that the aliens were watching me closely. 'Some kind of test?' she wondered, then it hit her, 'Maybe I am to pick a man to share my cell, and my bed?' Feverishly she clicked through the pictures, but didn't recognise any of them; no Robert Redford, no Richard Geer, no Hugh Grant, just ordinary people, strangers and none any more or less appealing than the others. Then one picture caught Sandra's eye as they flicked through on fast forward, achieved by holding one of the direction buttons down. She carefully backed up one frame at a time until he was on the screen again. "Yes," She breathed, "Yes!" It was definitely Keith Cannon, her friend. She left the picture where it was and set the monitor on the ledge. One of the aliens reached out and changed the picture to the next one. Sandra changed it back. The alien changed it to the previous guy in the gallery, and again Sandra changed it to Keith. The alien took the monitor and switched it off. When Sandra tried to reach for it she got a whip waved at her for her trouble and the aliens all left. Nothing much happened, as usual, and after a while Sandra lay on the ledge and tried to doze, but it wasn't easy after the sharp reminder of home that Keith's picture represented. *** Sandra woke when the door of her cell opened and two aliens came in carrying an unconscious naked man, whom they dumped face down on the ledge. As they turned to go, one lashed out hard with his tentacle, whipping the unconscious man across the buttocks, and then Sandra across the breasts, eliciting a scream of outrage and pain from her. When she got her breath back and the pain in her breasts had subsided, Sandra remembered that the alien had looked rather the worse for wear, as though someone or something had been hitting him. The man on the bed was in a terrible state, with long angry red weals criss-crossing his back where one, or perhaps several aliens had whipped him thoroughly. With some effort, Sandra turned him over, only to discover that it was Keith; a very battered Keith with whip marks across his torso and belly, and even one across his face. Using the water from her bowl, and her hair as a cloth, she gently sponged his worst whip marks, not really knowing what to do to help him. It was some time before he stirred and his first movement was to hit out weakly at Sandra, who retreated across the cell, out of his reach. "Keith," she said, "Keith. It's me, Sandra. Don't hit me, please. Don't you remember me?" Keith looked vacantly at her for a moment and then with an obvious effort, focused his eyes on her. After a few more moments he said, in a very uncertain voice, "Sandra?" "Yes. Did the aliens catch you as well?" "Those bastards," he spat out trying to get up. "Stay where you are for a bit. You'll feel better, and I'm certainly not going to hit you," she said soothingly, "Tell me what happened?" "I was making a visit to one of my customers when this huge guy with an enormous ..." he broke off, blushing. Intelligent Life Realising they were both naked, he rolled to face the other way. "I've seen their men folk," Sandra told him, "and don't worry about clothes. They don't wear them so they don't think we need them either. Did they catch you as well?" "Yes," said Keith. "Sorry, that was a silly question. Do you know where we are?" "Not exactly, but I don't think we are still on Earth," said Keith, "This is much too large a building to hide, and there are far too many of them to be an unknown race. I think they are cold-blooded, and their blood is a sort of watery green colour, so I think they are basically different from any species I've ever heard of. I think we are in their spaceship." Sandra was silent, absorbing this and finding nothing she could disagree with in his thoughts. "The alien who brought you in looked battered," she said, "Did you do that?" "I think I killed one of them and got a few good licks in on some others before they put me down with those whips of theirs." "Good," Sandra was forceful in her condemnation of their common enemy. Within an hour or so, Keith was back on his feet and fuming about the aliens, but there was nothing either of them could do for the moments. They sat quietly together and told each other the details of their capture. Then Sandra posed the question that worried her, "Why do you think they put you in here?" "I don't know. They put me in with some other women, and then they would come in after a few minutes and jabber at us. Then they would start in with the whips on both of us." Sandra told him briefly of the episode with Harry and he said, "Well that explains it. It seems lucky that they put me in with you. At least you know I won't try to rape you." Sandra looked down at the floor and seemed very worried, so he asked, "What's the matter?" She took a deep breath and said, "It's my fault you are in here." Then she explained about picking him from the gallery of pictures on the machine the aliens had shown her. To her surprise he was not angry at all, "Good, then they know you wanted me in here. Perhaps they will let us stay together." There was a silence for some moments as they both shared a single thought, wondering what the aliens would do if they didn't have sex together. It was Sandra who spoke first, "If they want us to ... you know ... we could ... if you don't mind ..." "Sandra," said Keith, "If you don't want it, then they can whip me to death first." "Thank you," she said, "but I'm pregnant so in a way it doesn't matter if we do ... you know ... because I couldn't have your baby, so perhaps it isn't being very unfaithful to James. And if it stops you being whipped ... and they let us stay together ..." Keith came and sat beside her and said, very tenderly, "Sandra, you know we like each other tremendously. I just wish you had loved me instead of James, but I am not going to force you. I will just wait and see what happens." Sandra burst into tears and they clung together for a long time without either of them moving. When the door opened again there were three aliens, instead of the usual one bringing food in for Sandra. Two stood over Keith twitching their whips at him menacingly while the third put a double helping of food on the ledge. Then the three of them withdrew, backing away to the door as though they were afraid of Keith. He, for his part, did not attack them on sight, as he had always done in the past, because he was afraid that they would punish Sandra as well as him. "Why do they seem afraid of you?" asked Sandra. "Mostly because I have a go at them every time one comes in reach," he replied, as though violence was the most natural thing in the world ... or out of it. "You didn't today," she pointed out. "Oh, Sandra, that was because I didn't want them to whip you the way they whipped me." Touched by his thought for her, she went over to him and gave him a long hug. As she did so she could not help but be aware of his erection as it rose slowly along her bulging belly. 'Nakedness may be nice, but it's embarrassing at times,' she thought. They broke apart and started to eat the food provided. It was two nights later that Sandra suddenly felt a pang of homesickness for her own bed back on Earth. She went over to the other ledge where Keith was lying and sat on the edge of it. "Oh, Keith," she said, "Will we ever go home again?" Sensing her fear and longing, he reached up and she lay down in his arms, taking comfort from close human contact. For the first time they fell asleep sharing a sleeping ledge, all innocence. Keith was the first to wake, and with a start he realised that those lovely sensations were the feeling of the smooth rounded skin of her breast in one of his hands, and even more, her hand gripping his penis lightly as she slept. Embarrassed, and more than a little apprehensive, he let go of her breasts and put that hand firmly behind him. His movement woke Sandra who murmured something as she woke and started to stroke the tumescent member in her hand. As she came fully awake and realised that it was not her husband, James, receiving her ministrations she stopped suddenly. Then after a moments she whispered, "Do you like that?" Keith nodded, and as she resumed her caress he hesitantly returned his hand to her breast and began to caress it gently. Later that day they discussed their intimacy rather like two bashful teenagers after a first session of sexual fumbling. And like a pair of teenagers they agreed that what they had done was not wrong, but that they should go no further, while each secretly hoping that they would. That night Sandra lay on her own sleeping ledge and waited, hoping for Keith to come over. Of course, he was lying on his ledge hoping she would come to him. It was nearly an hour before he moved across the cell and knelt beside her bed. A tentative hand stroked her shoulder and she quickly grasped it and kissed it. Ten minutes later Sandra's ministrations had Keith spurting wad after wad of semen across her rounded belly while she, in her turn, was bucking her hips under his expert hand on her cunt. Strangely they did not go further than bringing each other to climax; neither dared to suggest penetration. However, after a week they had progressed to Keith using his mouth, tongue, fingers and even toes to bring Sandra her pleasure. She had not progressed beyond hand-jobs, feeling vaguely that his penis inside her body, whether her mouth or her vagina would be infidelity to James, whom she still hoped to see again. *** When Sandra went into labour, she realised that her fears about the birth were unfounded. She was taken to a different room, which was clearly a large maternity ward. There were rows of beds, most of them occupied by aliens, each with another alien at the foot of the bed. The odd thing was that the males were in the beds and the females were standing watching. Then a contraction hit her and for some moments she could not think of anything but the pain. Keith was brought to stand at the foot of the bed and duly obeyed, not because of any decrease in his hostility to the aliens, but because he was more concerned about Sandra than about his captivity. When Sandra was calm again, she looked to the right and saw that the male alien had an enormous erection. The penis was now fully two feet long and nine inches across and throbbing. 'There is no way that female can take that into her body anywhere,' she thought. Suddenly the penis swayed and waved violently, and a whitish substance appeared at the tip. More swaying and much effort from the alien and a glistening white six inch diameter egg appeared from the end of the tube, which the other alien neatly caught and which quickly turned green as it dried. "We got them wrong," said Sandra, "The males are the females and the females are the males." "Yes," said Keith, "And that penis thing is an egg-tube." Both burst out laughing in the same instant and could not stop until the next contraction hit Sandra like an express train. Careful observation soon showed that the males were coating the eggs with semen from a small, inch long penis as they caught them and this was what turned the egg green. There was much alien consternation when one egg did not change colour at the first attempt and another alien male fertilised it. The failed would-be father slunk away in obvious disgrace and the successful fertiliser of two eggs looked extremely pleased with himself. Then things got hectic for a while, partly because the aliens had no real concept of live-birth, but in the end Sandra had a fine, healthy little girl suckling contentedly at one nipple. "What are you going to call her?" asked Keith. "Diana," said Sandra, "Diana ... Cannon." "Cannon?" asked Keith, obviously well pleased. "I think we will be here a long time, and so you will be the only father she will ever know, so she should have your name. You might well have to be her husband also, I think, but that won't be a problem because you and she aren't biologically related." "That's twenty years away, love," said Keith gently, "Let's not worry about that just now. Becoming an instant father is quite enough for one day." *** When Diana was five days old Sandra woke to discover that the aliens had taken Keith away while she was asleep. She panicked momentarily and looked across to the other sleeping ledge, but Diana seemed to be sleeping there quietly. Sandra couldn't hear her, but she could see her tiny chest rising and falling as she breathed. Still half asleep, Sandra stumbled off the ledge and started across the room to pick the child up and feed her, because her milk-laden breasts were painfully heavy. Half way there, she banged my nose and tits painfully against the screen. 'Those damned aliens had put the screen up to keep me from my baby,' she thought with the panic rising again. Sandra started to scream as loudly as she knew how. Almost immediately an alien came rushing in to her half of the room, and Sandra grabbed it by the shoulders and started to hammer it against the screen. Although the alien used its whip tail to great effect, Sandra would not let go, but kept on trying to bash the alien's brains out on the screen. Two other aliens came in and grabbed her with no attempt to be gentle. Pretty soon Sandra found herself bound hand and foot, lying on the sleeping ledge watching as an alien lifted the baby carefully from its sleeping position. The screen went down and Sandra could hear the alien making odd croaking noises, which she took to be an attempt to calm the baby, who was, in the manner of all human babies, taking no notice at all. Then she realised that the alien was only examining the baby, measuring it, weighing it and generally checking its health, just as a nurse might in an Earth hospital. The alien came over to Sandra and stood, immobile as, with seemingly infinite patience, it held the babe first to one nipple and then to the other while it fed on Sandra's generous supply of milk. Finally, the alien put the baby on its shoulder and patted it gently until it burped, just as Sandra would have done, if she had been free. When it was satisfied that the child was fit and well fed, the alien placed Diana on her ledge again and went out of the cell, leaving Sandra fuming at her bonds, and quite unable to get to her child. Half and hour or more passed, until Keith came back into the cell. "What happened?" he asked. "They tied me up and then checked Diana," said Sandra, "I'm afraid I went berserk when I found they had put the screen up and I think I did a lot of damage to one of them." Keith released her hands and feet easily and she rushed over to the baby, who was sleeping peacefully. "They must have drugged me as I slept," said Keith, "because I woke up in a different cell, all alone. Then I just sat there for ages until they brought me back here." "Perhaps they aren't as antagonistic as we think. The alien that checked Diana and held her to my ... my tits to feed her seemed very careful," said Sandra thoughtfully. "But you've been whipped?" asked Keith, looking at the angry red stripes on her back. "Oh, no. That was just during the fight. They didn't whip me at all afterwards." The next few days were normal, but on the tenth day the screen was again up. The alien came into the other half of the cell and checked Diana again, and then left. As soon as the door was closed, the screen dropped and Sandra rushed over to check on Diana. The baby seemed perfectly happy and took the nipple immediately, apparently enjoying her breakfast. The once every five days routine lasted some time, practically until Sandra started to feed Diana small pieces of her own food in a tentative attempt to wean her. *** Long before Diana was ready for weaning, in fact only a month after her birth, Sandra woke one morning feeling particularly randy, and noticed Keith's prick was rigid. That made her feel even more keen on a sexual session. She knew that she could bring him off with her hands and he would do the same for her; they had done that lots of times during her pregnancy. Now she was completely reconciled to the fact that they would probably never see their loved ones again, and she was ready to commit herself completely to Keith. She was less sure about him, so she had been shy of initiating any further intimacy, quite apart from the problem of children. With no access to any form of artificial birth control, there would always be a risk if they had full sex, and Sandra didn't know whether she wanted more children in this environment. On the one hand it would be good for Diana to have siblings around her as she grew up, but was it right to bring children into this captivity? Sandra sighed a little as she crossed the cell to the other ledge, where Diana was just waking. Taking the baby up, she fed her and cleaned her up with some of the water. Once again she regretted never having made the aliens understand her need for cloths to clean the baby with. Diana burped contentedly and soon went back to sleep. Satisfied that they would be undisturbed for some time, Sandra turned back to where Keith was lying on his back with his prick standing proud as a flagpole. Kneeling beside the ledge, very gently she started to feel him up. Whenever he stirred she let go of his member and let him slip back into sleep. Gaining confidence, she climbed on to the ledge, straddled his knees and lowered her head to licked at the purple glans of the throbbing penis and got a happy, "Ummm errmmm" from the sleeping Keith. Slowly, advancing a little at a time, she went a little further, licking and eventually taking him deep into her throat. She remembered that James had always liked it when she woke him like that, but it was more difficult with Keith, because he was noticeably bigger and thicker. For herself, she realised that her pussy was lubricating itself thoroughly in anticipation of receiving a prick for the first time in months. Feeling totally certain that her husband was lost to her for ever, Sandra summoned up her courage and moved herself further up his body until his now rigid member was positioned just at the dripping entrance to her vagina. With a single swift downward lunge she impaled herself on the most glorious prick she had ever felt. After she had indulged herself in a few ecstatic slow pushes and pulls, Keith's eyes fluttered open with a devious grin. As Sandra was pulling up he rammed himself upwards, deep within her inmost recesses, taking her by surprise. She moaned with pleasure and threw her head back. Seeing the pleasure his partner was taking only pushed him onwards to try other things he had dreamed about for days now. Grabbing her hips, he began to thrust himself faster in and out of her scalding wetness. A vague thought that the aliens were probably watching them only turned her on more. As her eyes strayed towards the wall they thought was fitted with a camera, Keith flipped her on to her back, grabbing her milk-heavy breasts and squeezing them until the last of her milk sprayed from her nipples. Harder and harder Keith pounded into Sandra's willing cunt. Months of pent-up desire had been stoked rather than diminished by their manual pleasures, and now he had what he had desired for so long. Sandra was impaled on his manhood, and best of all, she had initiated it. Sandra felt him pulling and pushing with more force each time, sending her to a higher plane of pleasure than she could ever remember. Joyfully, she wrapped her legs about his waist and her arms around his neck, kicking his buttocks to encourage him to go deeper. Then he rose up and he started to lift her without allowing the intimacy to end. Soon he was standing, walking round the cell, pumping in and out of her like a piston. As he did so their lips met with all the passion and force they could muster, and they staggered across the cell until Sandra's back was jammed on the viewing glass as Keith continued to thrust with all this strength. Sandra moaned into his mouth as an orgasm took possession of her, but Keith was not done. Sliding down to the floor, he lay on top of her kissing and licking her milk soaked breasts without once missing a beat in his rhythmic pace. Sandra's teeth and lips found his neck and ears, her fingernails glided across his back as she came again for a second time just in the same moment that Keith groaned and grunted, cumming explosively deep inside her, filling her with his life-giving seed. As they lay on the floor in the aftermath of their joyous lovemaking, Sandra realised she had never felt so happy, never been so satisfied with life. She had finally found her true love, here in a cell. It mattered not to her that they were in a prison or a zoo or whatever; it mattered not that she would never be free to wander in a park. Here there were no jobs, no bills, no worries. For a moment she thought she could have as many children as she desired and all with the man of her dreams ... She was eternally happy in that moment. Of course, reality set in after a while, and Sandra knew that while she was a captive she could not contemplate another pregnancy; Keith agreed, they would have to be very careful. Unspoken between them was the fear that the aliens would separate them and put each of them in with a different partner in their silly, arbitrary way, but as the weeks went by it didn't happen, and they began to think that the cell would be their entire existence. *** Diana was, like any other baby, a fairly messy eater, especially as the aliens provided no bibs for her. When Sandra started her on a few solid foods some inevitably fell on the floor. Her mother had nothing to use to clean it up, but the cell was hosed out regularly each day, so it didn't worry either of the adults much. Diana, in the way of all babies, was only interested in what she could get into her mouth; the overflow could go where it willed. Then one morning Keith noticed that some of the food on the floor was gone, and another bit had apparently been nibbled at. He pointed this out to Sandra, and they soon concluded that whatever else this place was, it had mice, or the alien equivalent. That gave him something other than sex to occupy his time, and he spent a while planning how to catch one of these mice, and then how to build it a cage. "It will be a pet for Diana," he told Sandra. "You great baby," she said affectionately, "She won't be able to understand having a pet for at least another three years. It's you that wants one. Aren't I enough for you?" she added, tweaking his penis as she said it. Catching one of the creatures proved easier than Keith had ever imagined. All he needed to do was find where they got in, which proved to be a tiny hole in the wall under one of the bed ledges, and lay food beside the hole. Then after a few days of this, he slowly moved the bait of food a foot at a time until it was level with the edge of the ledge. When the 'mouse', which proved to be more like a lizard than a mouse, was used to eating there, Keith simply reached down from on the ledge and grabbed it. Intelligent Life A makeshift mouse cage made from one of the bed pallets worked fine, but it did mean that he and Sandra had to make do with a single pallet between them. After a couple of days, the aliens seemed to think that the construction in one corner of the cage was of some significance, so several different materials were left in the cage. Keith quickly fashioned a suitable cage from some plastic sheets and string which gave the mouse plenty of room, but no escape, and yet enabled the humans to watch its antics when they fed it. Suddenly the door opened one afternoon, long before feeding time, and a pair of aliens, the doctor and her mate, came to the cell doorway and looked in. "I don't like it," said Keith, "What are they up to now?" The cell door opened wide and the two aliens backed off, waving to them to come out. "I don't want to go," said Sandra, "They are up to something. They always muzzle us and drag us out." "Yes, if they don't trank us first," agreed Keith. Froxa came to the door and beckoned to Sandra, who retreated behind Keith. "I Froxa. You come with. We sorry," said the dominant female, "Please not hit us." Sandra and Keith were totally confused by this change of attitude. Previously the aliens had only used odd words of human speech to give orders. Now this alien was apologetic and pleading. "What do you want?" asked Keith. "Want to sorry," said Froxa, "We wrong put you in here." "Damn right you were. What's happened? Have the US Army whopped your arses, so it's be nice to prisoners time?" "I Frobl. Not much know of your talk," replied the other alien, "But we learn. We sorry. We not know you clever. We never see clever hot animal. We never see big hot animal." "What? What do you mean?" asked Sandra. "We not know you clever until put horxim in cage," said Froxa slowly. The aliens and humans just stared at each other and nobody moved for a while. It was Sandra who understood first, and she burst into peals of hysterical laughter so intense that she had to sit down. "What is it, darling?" asked Keith. When she got her breath back she explained it to him. The aliens had thought they were animals until they caught the 'mouse'; then the aliens realised that humans were intelligent, civilised beings. "After all, darling," she said through fresh peals of laughter, "Only civilised beings keep other animals in cages ... like they did to us!"