Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
“I require your cunt, pet.” Commander Var’n’s request is music to my ears. Several times a day, he begs to dip his cock into me—a phrase I couldn’t utter without throwing up a week ago. At least I think I’ve been on the ship for a week.
“Coming, my lord,” I call as I arrange Vanessa’s arms at her sides.
That’s probably not her name, but I had to name each of the sleeping ladies something to communicate about them to Var’n.
They get sponge baths to prevent bed sores, soft pajamas made from Var’n’s collection of robes, and rotated sleeping positions to keep from bruising.
Var’n taught me the meanings of the various alarms, so I’m the first to investigate what ails them. I take pride in my job as their nurse.
There is so much to learn that I am spinning with new knowledge.
Var’n treats me like his right-hand lady, more so than the mini-selves.
I’m consulted on everything from the ladies’ care to what meal cube we should chew for nutrition.
He tried to teach me the complicated controls of the ship, but I was lost at the dual time thing.
All I got was what seems like days in space are actually minutes on Earth, so the families of our patients aren't as worried as I had suspected. While his mini-selves pilot the ship and clean, he’s in meetings with his homeworld or teaching me how beautiful sex can be…
“Do the ladies’ clothes please you?”
“Oh yes, Var’n,” I say breathlessly. Anything I have the courage to ask for, I’m given instantly. When I told him my deepest craving was for honest work and a purpose, he didn’t hesitate to give me chores to care for the experiment ladies. “They are warmer, so they sleep more deeply.”
His presence at the entrance to the laboratory from the cockpit steals the air from my lungs.
My body drips with desire. Arranging the short dress he made for me, I drop to all fours.
The cool, filtered air whispers across my heated flesh—pussy—as I crawl across the lab.
My knees squeak on the floor. Eyes burn my skin from all around the room as his sentience focuses on me from multiple bodies.
Even the whir of the life support machines seems to pause to admire me.
I will never get tired of the way he worships me with his eyes.
“We are nearing Earth,” he says, when I’ve reached his feet.
I kneel with my hands clasped behind my back in the position he taught me, which means I’m listening.
“Bend over and brace yourself on the monitor stand, so I may seed you while guiding our ship through your atmosphere. I wish to burn the way our forcefield burns.”
“Yes, sir!” I crawl with more pep than grace to the bank of screens and rise to my feet.
As soon as I’m bent over, little hands pull my breasts from the cross-body flaps of my dress.
I’m massaged and teased until I can’t help but moan with pleasure.
Desire churns my insides. My feet slide to open my legs wider for him.
I’m fingered, flicked, tugged, and penetrated by dozens of fingers.
Two mouths latch to my nipples to apply the suction I need to orgasm.
While the rubbing of my G-spot will ultimately take me over the edge, Var’n has learned the sequence that brings my body the maximum pleasure.
“Lock your elbows,” he scolds from behind me. “I will take you with hard strokes, and it’s your job to keep your head from hitting the monitors. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!” I’m not cuffed to the railing, nor are my arms locked by spreader bars, but he might as well have bound me in shibari ropes with his command.
If I knock myself, Var’n will be furious—as he is whenever my clutzy self falls—and I will be spanked.
Although I’m so keyed up, a good spanking might send me over the edge.
“Thank the Gods you are wet,” he groans as he slides inside me to the hilt.
One bump of him against my G-spot, and my hips swing with greed.
I manifest that spanking with my naughty gyrating.
“I wish to claim you—not you strangle my seed from me! Stop your wiggling, or I’ll make you orgasm until you beg me to make them stop!
How am I supposed to be certain my seed takes if I ejaculate too early? ”
The more dominant he gets, the brattier I feel, so I’m tempted to bump my hips against his pelvis.
Normally, I grind between his thrusts, but the monitor has caught my attention.
The continents of North and South America are unmistakable.
After days of stars, which I mistook for static, the oceans and land take my breath away. It’s home, right?
A tiny mouth latches onto my clit and tongues me ruthlessly until my orgasm wipes the thoughts of Earth from my brain.
I collapse onto a collection of hands that lower me to the floor.
Tiny bodies surround me as I shiver with aftershocks.
Commander Var’n looms over the pile with a soft smile curving his lips.
“I don’t know what I love more—the tangle of your limbs around my tiny bodies or the trickle of my seed from your cunt. Shift onto your back and open your legs to show me.”
“Oh dear,” I whisper, but he heard me anyway. How filthy! I roll onto my back, and his mini-selves rearrange themselves to cuddle closer. I blush scarlet as I grab my knees and pull them to my chest.
“Beautiful, right?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know because you aren’t looking.”
Oh no. I don’t know if I can. It’s one thing to present myself to him and quite another to take pleasure in looking at myself down there. Decades of conditioning to never look at my body—let alone admire it—cause tears to build under my eyelids.
Our eyes meet. My confidence soars. He wants this to help me. He wants me to love myself as much as he loves me. I lower my eyes. A big gulp to swallow my protests, and I look at our combined fluids shining on my flesh.
“Do you see love? Or is it too soon? For I have fallen in love with you…Jenny.”
The spaceship shakes. Alarms blare overhead.
“Don’t be frightened,” Var’n commands. “It’s time to drop patient 11760 in Earth’s Venezuela!”
The next few hours fly by as each of my ladies is returned home.
We’ve talked about what will happen after their return, and Var’n assured me they won’t remember their time aboard.
My job is to remove their pajamas and dress them in their own clothes.
Each lady has a team of four little men disconnecting tubes and sliding them from their table to their transport pod.
Each time an empty pod returns, the team runs a complex maintenance protocol before starting on the next lady.
It’s swift, efficient, and terribly sad.
I know the mission is to collect as much fluid as possible, so another group will be selected, but…
What about me?
“I can’t bear the sadness on your face, pet,” Var’n says after the last lady is returned. “Do you miss home?”
“Home?” Is Earth home? My little apartment, filled with more dreams than possessions, wasn’t home.
My parents’ house hasn’t been home since I came of age, and my role went from daughter to voiceless pawn.
My home is supposed to be the church, but how can I go back to hiding my body and hating my independence?
How can I look forward to a loveless marriage under the thumb of Jimmy’s mother?
Will I ever enjoy sex again without a strong man to dominate me and touch me where I need it most?
Would that even be possible under a modesty gown?
“Is that your answer? Do you want to go home?” He looks over his shoulder at some imaginary noise, but I catch the pain in his eyes before we break eye contact. My commander would love nothing more than to order me to stay with him…but at heart, he is a fair man who would never force me.
“I can’t just disappear…” Or can I? Lisa’s warning rings in my ears as visions of my parents crying in my abandoned room haunt my mind.
“Then to Earth you shall go,” he snaps.
My mind spins with indecision until the stench of my corndog uniform hits my nose.
What am I doing? My heart screams at me to say something, do something to stop him.
I press my lips into the shapes, but none of the words come out.
The layers of conditioning to be sweet are too thick.
I can’t fight my way through. I’m injected with something to make my limbs heavy.
“I had many hearts, but now they all belong to you,” Var’n says before turning away. He storms out of the laboratory in a flutter of robes.
As the glass over the transport pod lowers over me, I’m shut away from the life I’ve always wanted. Independence, purpose, love, and confidence are on the other side of the glass. I scream with grief as the pod drops from the spaceship and hurtles toward the ground.
If I’m lucky, it will shatter.
“Hey, kid! Get up, lady! You shouldn’t sleep out here. There are drug addicts and weirdos in this parking lot at night!”
My mouth is dry as the desert, and my throat is raspy like I swallowed cotton balls, but otherwise I’m in one piece. A mall cop, wearing the name Sam on his badge, leans over me. His tinny voice rattles around my skull and pierces the vessel between my eyes. “Shh, shh, I’ll go. Just stop shouting.”
“You’ve been lights out. It was either yell at you to wake or ride inside to call for an ambulance,” he yells.
His mustache twitches with each syllable, as if it’s alive.
Maybe his normal speaking voice is the volume of a jet taking off.
I shouldn’t judge him when he was kind enough to wake me instead of robbing me.
“Did you get into a fight with someone? Were you attacked?”
“No,” I say, sitting up. My fingers snag on a bobby pin. While my hat lies a few feet away—in a puddle of sludge leaking out from the bottom of the dumpster—my bobby pins are ensnared in my hair. “I knocked over the bikes on the bike rack. I remember that much.”
“The bike rack is on the opposite end of the loading dock. Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should wait to stand up.”
“I need to go home,” flies out of my mouth.
I don’t remember why, but I must go home.
I must tell someone something. Something about hearts.
I rub my chest as if that will help me remember.
Do I have a heart condition? Did I have a heart attack?
My fingers catch on something embedded in my skin. I tear at the buttons of my shirt.
“Whoa, whoa, lady, I’m an officer of the…the…mall. I can’t have you exposing yourself on mall property. I’m just doing my duty. You said you’re going home? Why don’t you call your folks from the security office?” He hikes his belt over his bulbous belly as he rocks back on his heels.
“My folks? Oh no, I don’t live with them.
I live with Lisa,” I babble as my memories come flooding back.
Damn buttons! They slip through their eyelets whenever I lean over the fryer, but now that I want them open, they give me fits!
Wait, where is my turtleneck? Rad! Ditching the extra layer is a step toward reclaiming my life.
“Lisa?”
“You know, Lisa, from Chi-chi’s,” I reply, wiggling my hips with glee as the last button releases. Tucking my fingers under the harsh cotton, I feel the metal disc embedded in my skin. Where did I get this? Is it for my heart?
“I don’t know Lisa from Chi-Chi’s. I can’t eat that spicy stuff. It gives me heartburn, and I’m on my second one!”
“Multiple hearts?” Why does that make me sad? What are the odds that I had a heart transplant too, or that this is a pacemaker? No! I’m not the one with multiple hearts.
Var’n. I broke his hearts when I didn’t ask to stay. What have I done?
“Oh yeah, had my ticker replaced in ’84, that’s why I’m not on the force.”
“Fascinating,” I say with no real emotion.
I sprint toward the bike rack, leaving Officer Sam in the dust with my soaking, smelly hat.
Yes, I must get home…but not to my folks’ house or my apartment with Lisa.
I belong in Var’n’s spaceship. There must be some articles at the library on UFOs.
Maybe there will be instructions on how to flag down a spaceship in one of the encyclopedias.
As the sun rises over the houses of suburbia, my heart breaks.
The libraries won’t be open…it’s Sunday.
I got back just in time to get ready for church and brunch.
Nothing like a reunion with Jimmy, my parents, the prophet, and my future in-laws to rub my nose in my latest mistake.
I let true love and bodily autonomy slip through my fingers… for what?
I’m about to find out…