Page 41 of Her Alien Boss

Drak glances over at me, and for once does not say the obvious.

* * *

She spends an entire day locked into the virtual terminal without complaint. I have to pull her out to get her to eat her gruel, which she does not want to eat.

“I’m really not hungry,” she says. “It’s so fun. There are so many systems to explore in there. And they’re all real and different, and every now and then I unlock new abilities…”

She’s beaming with excitement, so eager to get back into the game she has no interest in the needs of her physical body.

“You need to eat something, drink something, and go to the bathroom,” I tell her.

“I really don’t,” she says while performing a very peculiar standing gait that tells me she absolutely has to go.

“Go to the bathroom, then come back, then you can play again,” I tell her.

She sighs but goes and does as she is told, leaving me shaking my head. We knew a human would be right for this job. I didn’t realize I’d have to physically remove her from it against her will.

* * *

Evie

If there is anything more inconvenient than urinating, I’d like to know what it is. Feels like I have to pee every two fucking seconds right now. Arkon says it’s actually several hours, but it doesn’t feel like it.

The second I stop peeing, I am back in the room. I’d strap myself in if I could, but I can’t, so I have to impatiently wait for Arkon to do it, which drives me mad because it feels as though he is doing it slowly on purpose.

The second I am back in the game I feel a kind of relief I’ve only ever felt before in life when I took up smoking for a bit just to see what it was like, but then realized I didn’t actually like it as much as I thought I did, and then discovered I couldn’t stop super easy, and then I had to wear patches, and then…

Then I am zooming through space and visiting planets and nothing matters. Nothing even exists except these worlds I have discovered only for me.

“Alright, we’re introducing new mechanics,” I hear Arkon say. “Now that you have a mastery of the basics, it’s time to start refining your skills.”

He does something and I find myself in what is clearly a training simulation. I am hovering above an endless grassy plain with soft undulations here and there. Gold rings are likewise hovering in front of me.

“Fly through the rings,” he says. “The levels will get more difficult as you go, and if you’re very successful, you’ll collect rewards.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what kind of rewards?”

I am wondering if the game has power-ups, like if I will be able to fly faster, or shoot things maybe, or go underwater. Maybe I can already go underwater, I haven’t checked that.

“Start and you’ll see,” he says.

I do start. The game is a little harder than I expected it to be because some of the rings actually move when I try to go through them. Some of them are in motion before I get there. Some disappear and then reappear behind me, which is when I learn that I can do backflips.

“You’re doing very well,” Arkon praises me. “Let’s see about rewarding this performance, shall we?”

I feel his hands on me, and then I feel him part my legs. I expect to feel a sucker attached, but instead I feel something long, hot, and very hard ride up against my slit.

I stiffen. It’s his cock. The world inside the glasses is still moving before my eyes. But I know that in the physical realm I occupy, a massively hot alien is lightly stroking his cock along my bare slit.

He’s going to fuck me while I am locked in these stocks, my legs spread and strapped into place.

Inside the game world, the next level is beginning. I am supposed to navigate through a series of gates while collecting rings along the way. I miss one, and there is a red buzzer sound, followed by a soft jolt delivered by the collar wrapped around my neck.

“Lose three of those rings, and you’re getting punish fucked,” he murmurs in my ear.

That phrase feels way fucking hotter than it should.

“You wouldn’t do that for a game?”