Page 25 of Her Alien Boss

I squirm in place with the few fractions of an inch I have, just to prove I still can.

“I’m going to have to shave you clean first,” he says. “I want to give these something to attach to.”

The feeling of having him lather my most intimate areas while I am stuck in the alien equivalent of stocks is incredibly vulnerable. Also, erotic. Everything Arkon does to me feels good. I don’t know how he achieves a near constant level of peak seduction.

I make little muffled noises that reveal my arousal. It wouldn’t matter if I didn’t. He’d know by the way my body responded. The way my body always responds.

“You like this,” he says, sounding very satisfied. “I picked well. Everything about you is perfectly calibrated to this task. You were made for me.”

He starts to draw a razor over the sensitive skin of my pussy, shaving away the curls of hair that have protected me for a long time.

“Your intimate areas are so beautiful,” he says. “You have a very delicate sexual interface.”

It would have been hot if he’d called my pussy anything other than an interface. I feel a spike of annoyance, but then he strokes over the freshly shaven skin and that spark turns back to heat.

“Beautiful,” he repeats himself. “The way you flower under my touch. The way your lips swell in response to stimulation. You are complex and you are sensitive and you are ready to be attached.”

His fingers leave my sex, and then I feel him put something right above my clit, something that sucks onto the skin and stays there even when his hand moves away. Another one slips onto my clit directly, which would make me writhe if I could possibly move that much.

He puts another on my left labia and one on the right, and then another pair on my inner thighs, and… I lose track of all the places he puts his little suckers.

“What are these supposed to do?”

“They’re supposed to make you feel something, and they’re supposed to feel something in turn,” he says. “Don’t worry, you can’t do anything wrong in this. It’s a calibration phase. I’m going to turn the machine on now.”

He does just that. I feel all the little hoses flex and the suckers grip a little tighter. It feels as though I am being caressed and teased and felt, all at the same time. It’s not like a hand, but it does feel surprisingly organic. Almost like some kind of machine tentacles are all over my sex in one tantalizing motion.

“Now,” he says. “Remember about those credits?”

I can barely hear him over the arousal that keeps coursing through me, making it impossible for me to think straight. The sucker above my clit is giving me a thrumming input that makes me feel as though I am being rubbed in wickedly fast, but ever so light circles. It’s a touch designed to create a craving, and it works.

Not being able to grind my hips instantly makes me feel absolutely mad.

“Lemme move a little, please,” I whine.

“Absolutely not,” he says firmly. “The machine needs to read your responses, not the motions you make, but all the impulses coming back through the nerve endings. This might feel a little intense, but you can handle it. Just breathe.”

Within just a few minutes, I am whining and mewling with need. I can feel my arousal practically dripping from me.

“I bet your pussy would enjoy a cock,” he muses. “Being stretched around hot, hard flesh would make so much of this unrequited need be satisfied. But this isn’t how a sweet young woman like you should lose her innocence, is it?”

“What innocence?” I blurt out from my captive position. I feel like any semblance of naivety has been stripped from me now. From the moment I met this alien, he has been handling me in the most intimate of ways. I think he might have rubbed my pussy before he so much as held my hand.

“You’re still a virgin, and will be until you beg for release from that condition,” he lectures firmly.

“Beg?”

The word comes out with a kind of strange lilt because the sucker that is over my clit just lit up and started actively lapping at my most sensitive parts. I forget a lot of what he was just saying, and instead all I can think about is the way I feel right now, how desperately I want to reach the peak that all these little machines seem to be driving me toward.

“Beg,” he says. “Beg for my cock deep inside this sweet hole.” His fingers join the suckers and I feel the tips of two of them sink inside my pussy as deep as my virginity will allow them. He stirs me up for a moment, enjoying the sounds I make as I start to lose all control, then he pulls them free and leaves me to the mercy of the machine.

“I shouldn’t really do that,” he says. “It could interfere with the calibration data. Instead, I think your other naughty hole should be filled by way of punishment.”

I feel a dose of lubricant being delivered to my cheeks, a stream dripping down into the crevice of my butt. Then I feel something new. Well, I hear it first, another device being rolled into place and positioned.

I feel something blunt and rounded, but rather large pressing against the tight hole that I’ve never even considered letting a man touch.

“Not there!” I gasp. “That’s not for…”