To Reign in Hell Book 2 Hollywood Be Damned Chapter 23
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I slumped wearily down in the bus seat and quietly dreaed the lengthy walk from the bus stop to my apartment....and dreaded more that my girlfriend Neela would be waiting there to resume the discussion we started earlier in the day and one that was becoming more contentious. Marriage was the topic. I have been dting Neela for over a year now, six months of that we have been living together despite the fact that her parents were more than a little angry with her that she had not found a good Indian man to become invovlved with. She made those sacrifices for me so why was I dragging my feet about marrying her? I did love her but the idea of marriage sent a cold shiver up my spine. Sexually speaking Neela was the best girlfriend I'd ever had. Even after a long and aggrivating day just her radiant smile made me feel better as she nursed my spirit back from the dead.
I sat and watched the shadowy scenary flash by and still lost in my thoughts, disrupted by the rowdy group in the back of the bus. The jostling of the bus was giving a hard on. Any stimulation was provoking this now that Neela had discontinued any sexual contact for a week now. She would pad around the apartment totally nude in a cruel display of sexual strength. In a flash I saw Neela's thick black cloud of pubic hair and quickly tried to push the image out of my mind as it was strengthening my erection and I was nearing my stop. As the stop approached it was still raging and awkwardly dashed toward the exit and stepped out into the dark street.
I heaved a sigh and began the walk home. Within a block or two the erection diminished significantly until it was completely gone and I began walking quicker. Muggings were not uncommon in this area. I had the luck never to have been a victim but knew others who were not so fortunate. Fear overruled my physical exhaustion and I walked faster.
I was crossing the parking lot of the local library, looking at the eerie dark windows when I felt something strike me in the back of the head. It felt oddly solid and soft at the same time but I felt a sudden paralysis of my whole body and the sensation that I was falling forward and could not move my limbs in order to break my fall. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact with the pavement.
The impact never came but I still had the distinct sensation of falling for a long time. I had lapsed into u*********sness but I was still able to think. The only thought foremost in my mind was: I am going to die and I'll never see Neela and her pubic hair again. In times of extreme duress one thinks the oddest thoughts. Neela...Neela...Nella, I was calling out.
When I did finally regain consciousness I was momentarily blinded by a white light directly above me. I'm in a hospital, I immediately thought, but I still could not move my arms or legs. My vision was somewhat blurred as I attempted to turn my head and looking around. It proved to a Herculean effort. Perhaps my neck was broken and moving it around was not the wisest thing to do. I lay there quietly and waited for the doctor or some attendant to arrive.
Whatever platform I was lying on was soft and comfortable. I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of anything that would indicate where I was. On either side was noting but white walls. There was no sound except a very low hum that seemed to come from all around.
As more time passed and no one coming to my aid I began to panic and shifted the weight of my body and then I felt what I assumed to be a finger press down on my forehead. I tried to speak but even my voice was robbed from me.
"Relax," a voice whispered.
It was not coming externally but seemed to eminate from inside my mind. The voice was not that of a stranger's...it's Neela. I began to weep and struggled more. There was no pain in my body. It was obvious that I was not injured. If I any broken bones I would have felt the pain. The only comparison I could make was being shoot up with novicaine at the dentist's and losing any sort muscle ability in one's face. Something had obviously paralyzed me.
"The effects will wear off shortly," said the voice in my head.
My eyes ached trying to catch a glimpse of this stranger, but it's identity would soon be revealed to me.
The light above my was suddenly blocked out by the strenger leaning over me, but my eyes still refused to focus. I could only see a vague outline of what appeared to be be a person. I use this term very cautiously. The head oval and small and sat on a very long slender neck which then sprouted from very broad shoulders. But my vision was not to be trusted and with each slight movement these proportions altered somewhat.
I felt the finger pressing down on my forehead again.
"My name is Zhaan. I am not going to hurt you," said the voice. It seemed to be manipulating Neela's voice and did not actually have the cadence of her actual speaking voice.
I felt hands moving over my body....on my bare skin. I realize to my horror that I am naked which does not assuage the fear creeping back. I wanted to believe that this was all a hallucination and not actually happening. Was I acttacked in the parking lot and I was u*********s in a hospital bed dreaming that some alien lifeform using the voice of my girlfriend to communicate with me with a sort of telepathic power? I forced myself to believe this scenario. I have woken up form dreams that I would swear on my mother's life was real and would sit shaking in bed upon awakening.
I could not give any exact period of time had elapsed before the paralysis had faded. It happened quite suddenly and I bolted upright into a sitting position. I looked around and saw my host standing nearby. My vision had cleared as well as my voice and I heard an unearthly shriek explode from my mouth and I slipped off the platform where I had so long been confined and crashed onto the smooth cool floor.
It stepped forward and pushed back the hood of its robe to reveal a face that was humaniod in overall appearance but blue and bald with eyes that were distinctly Asian and a soft yellow tint to them. The face was very passive and then illuminated by a very warm smile. She stepped cautiously forward. I noticed that her feet were bare and the same shade of blue. I assumed the rest of her would be the same color.
She was very tall...perhaps seven feet but very slight, but I could only conjecture this conclusion by what was exposed and not was the robe concealed. The long delicate hands remained in a folded position across her middle. The fingers were very human in structure but the fingers numbered only three per hand.
I was still on the floor pushing myself backwards as it moved slowly closer. Was I still allowing the hallucination theory to prevail? It was a struggle to maintain the idea that this was only a dream as dreams and real life have their own distinct texture of reality. The floor was cool and vaguely vibrated Zhaan gave off an ordor that triggered a sense memory of a electrical applicance burning out and gave off that scent of oozone. It was not a bad scent. It was like Mia Farrow's sudden reaction in Rosemary's Baby: "This is no dream...this is really happening!"
Zhaan leaned slowly down and extended her left arm, one finger pressed to my forehead. On closer inspection her face was quite beautiful and had a distinct "feminine" quality. Her smile never faded. It put me at ease.
"My name is Zhaan. I come from a planet that is slowly dying. We need to replenish our supply of sperm and we have come periodically to your planet to collect more," she said. Neela's appropriated voice stumbled periodically.
"Are you the only one here?" I asked after the long silence as I processed this information.
"No there are others on similar missions."
The mixture of human sperm must account for the humanoid form as it is intigrated with their own genetic composition.
"Our time is very short," said Zhaan as she rose, towering above me. She offered me a hand up. Her strangth was astounding as she lifted me to my feet.
I wobbled slightly from the lingering effects of the paralysis ray that intially rendered me in that codition but I was quick to recover and Zhaan kept a supporting hand on me.
We left the small cell where I had been kept a walked into a narrow corridor that curved slowly. There were no windows so I could not see exactly where we were. From my casual observation I assumed that Zhaan was the sole occupant of this craft but this was sheer speculation on my part as I had no real idea how large a ship it was. All the corridors and rooms seemed quite small.
"Where are we?" I asked Zhaan.
"We are hidden inside of a cloud," she responded. "Are you comfortable. Is the temperature suitable?"
Yes," I said, having totally forgotten about my nudity. I wondered how she (it was still an assumption that this was a correct term) viewed our human forms. They must appear primitive and awkward by such an advanced race.
We arrived at another room. The door slipped open and Zhaan escorted me inside. The room was illuminated by curved tube on the other side of the transparent walls and cast everything in a warm pinkish glow. Its sole piece of furniture was a long padded cushion that automaically moved forawrd to the center of the room.
I turned to face Zhaan. She was untying the braided sash of her robe and left it slip away from her long slim body. As I had initially suspected is was the same shade of blue as her face and hands but I noticed the intricate patterns that decorated her torso and legs. They were not tattoos as we'd describe them on Earth but these were a series of shallow throughs that were seared, cut, or branded into the skin by means beyond our own capabilites.
"They are markings initiating matuity," Zhaan said, observing my fascination.
I was allowed to taouch them. I ran a nervous finger along her belly and down her thighs. It was like following a maze that k**s got with their paper placemats at fast food joints.
I got lost in this activity and nearly came into contact with her genitals. They were similar to female genitals on Earth but not a single hair....there was not a hair to be found on the entirity on Zhaan's body. Her flesh was smooth and cool to the touch but as I continued my explorations I noticed a sudden fluxuation in her temperature and her skin seemed to shimmer as the colors radomly softened and darkened at certain locations.
She looked down at me, smiled, and nodded her approval to all my actions. As I resumed I could hear a sound coming from Zhaan that sounded like a distant choir of singers. It was not a language as I could determine but just sound issuing from deep in her throat. That electrical scent I noted earlier became more prominant now...especially from her vagina. It was quite an intoxicating aroma and I slipped my finger long that deep cleft between her legs. I smeled that perfume on my finger tips, inhaling it deeply.
Since I was lead to the assumtion that we both shared a similar gentic origin she must have a clitoris. I parted her vagina lips and that sweet fragrence struck me agan. Was I getting stoned from the scent? I felt my head spinning.
When laid my first kiss upon her vagina the fluid seeping from those flesh lips stung my tongue briefly, but pleasure overcame this initial sensation. I stimulated the area where an Earth female's clitoris would be located and waited for some sort of response from Zhaan. The strange singing rose in pitch and for a moment I thought that she was going to collapse on top of me but regained her composure and ran a hand through my hair and pressed my head closer until my face was buried and that scent was all pervasive now.
She abruptly reached down and lifted me to my feet. She led me over to the padded platform and she stretched herself out, her legs spread and spilling over the edge. I needed no further encouragement and eased myself down over her. Because of our considerable heaight differance my head rested on the area between her dual set of breasts. This is a fact I have neglected to pass on to the reader but Zhaan had four breasts. They were somewhat smallish I contast to the rest of her body and she might be considered "flat-chested" by Earth standards. They were quite beautiful and each was round like a blue apple and each sported a nipple that was a deeper shad of blue than the rest of her body. They stiffened under stimulation just like an Earth female. I suckled on all four of them with wild joy.
I only heard her speak once in her own language. There is nothing to compare it to other than a recording played backwards at a very high speed and rose in pitch at various times, almost ear shattering at one particular moment just after I had inserted my cock but she realized that she had gotten carried away and silenced herself.
At various times I worried that I was going to be tossed off her as her body arched suddenly upward but I clung firmly to her thick torso and continued pounding away. I wanted to make this experience last for a s long as possible but what Zhaan could do with her vagine was manipulate the vaginal muscles to where I felt as if I were being milked and that sensation was becoming increasing hard to deny given my own bout of sexual deprivation back on Earth and the avoidable happened.
Suddenly I felt that familiar punch in the back of my head and I heard my own voice scream:"Noooooooooo!!!!" as I lapsed back into u*********sness.
I was seated up against the library wall when I regained consciousness and stumbled slowly to feet. I glanced at my watch. It was now three o'clock in the morning. I looked up at the sky and saw a single cloud drifting lazily by and wondered if Zhaan was up there watching over me to see that I was all right. I gave a weak wave of my hand and continued home.
It was three thirty by the time a walked through the apartment door. Neela was asleep on the sofa as she probably was waiting for me to come ome. I knelt down in front of her and brushed the hair that fallen in front of her face....that lovely sweet face. It at this moment that I noticed then swirled pattern in the palm of my hand similar to Zhaan markings. How would I explain this to Neela.
I bent lower and saw that she was not wearing any panties beneath the nightshirt she wore. I gently opened her legs and gazed at that wonderful clump of hair. It would be my joy for the rest of my life.
"I love you, Neela," I whspered.
"I love you too," came her drowsy responce a moment later.
THE END
I sat and watched the shadowy scenary flash by and still lost in my thoughts, disrupted by the rowdy group in the back of the bus. The jostling of the bus was giving a hard on. Any stimulation was provoking this now that Neela had discontinued any sexual contact for a week now. She would pad around the apartment totally nude in a cruel display of sexual strength. In a flash I saw Neela's thick black cloud of pubic hair and quickly tried to push the image out of my mind as it was strengthening my erection and I was nearing my stop. As the stop approached it was still raging and awkwardly dashed toward the exit and stepped out into the dark street.
I heaved a sigh and began the walk home. Within a block or two the erection diminished significantly until it was completely gone and I began walking quicker. Muggings were not uncommon in this area. I had the luck never to have been a victim but knew others who were not so fortunate. Fear overruled my physical exhaustion and I walked faster.
I was crossing the parking lot of the local library, looking at the eerie dark windows when I felt something strike me in the back of the head. It felt oddly solid and soft at the same time but I felt a sudden paralysis of my whole body and the sensation that I was falling forward and could not move my limbs in order to break my fall. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact with the pavement.
The impact never came but I still had the distinct sensation of falling for a long time. I had lapsed into u*********sness but I was still able to think. The only thought foremost in my mind was: I am going to die and I'll never see Neela and her pubic hair again. In times of extreme duress one thinks the oddest thoughts. Neela...Neela...Nella, I was calling out.
When I did finally regain consciousness I was momentarily blinded by a white light directly above me. I'm in a hospital, I immediately thought, but I still could not move my arms or legs. My vision was somewhat blurred as I attempted to turn my head and looking around. It proved to a Herculean effort. Perhaps my neck was broken and moving it around was not the wisest thing to do. I lay there quietly and waited for the doctor or some attendant to arrive.
Whatever platform I was lying on was soft and comfortable. I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of anything that would indicate where I was. On either side was noting but white walls. There was no sound except a very low hum that seemed to come from all around.
As more time passed and no one coming to my aid I began to panic and shifted the weight of my body and then I felt what I assumed to be a finger press down on my forehead. I tried to speak but even my voice was robbed from me.
"Relax," a voice whispered.
It was not coming externally but seemed to eminate from inside my mind. The voice was not that of a stranger's...it's Neela. I began to weep and struggled more. There was no pain in my body. It was obvious that I was not injured. If I any broken bones I would have felt the pain. The only comparison I could make was being shoot up with novicaine at the dentist's and losing any sort muscle ability in one's face. Something had obviously paralyzed me.
"The effects will wear off shortly," said the voice in my head.
My eyes ached trying to catch a glimpse of this stranger, but it's identity would soon be revealed to me.
The light above my was suddenly blocked out by the strenger leaning over me, but my eyes still refused to focus. I could only see a vague outline of what appeared to be be a person. I use this term very cautiously. The head oval and small and sat on a very long slender neck which then sprouted from very broad shoulders. But my vision was not to be trusted and with each slight movement these proportions altered somewhat.
I felt the finger pressing down on my forehead again.
"My name is Zhaan. I am not going to hurt you," said the voice. It seemed to be manipulating Neela's voice and did not actually have the cadence of her actual speaking voice.
I felt hands moving over my body....on my bare skin. I realize to my horror that I am naked which does not assuage the fear creeping back. I wanted to believe that this was all a hallucination and not actually happening. Was I acttacked in the parking lot and I was u*********s in a hospital bed dreaming that some alien lifeform using the voice of my girlfriend to communicate with me with a sort of telepathic power? I forced myself to believe this scenario. I have woken up form dreams that I would swear on my mother's life was real and would sit shaking in bed upon awakening.
I could not give any exact period of time had elapsed before the paralysis had faded. It happened quite suddenly and I bolted upright into a sitting position. I looked around and saw my host standing nearby. My vision had cleared as well as my voice and I heard an unearthly shriek explode from my mouth and I slipped off the platform where I had so long been confined and crashed onto the smooth cool floor.
It stepped forward and pushed back the hood of its robe to reveal a face that was humaniod in overall appearance but blue and bald with eyes that were distinctly Asian and a soft yellow tint to them. The face was very passive and then illuminated by a very warm smile. She stepped cautiously forward. I noticed that her feet were bare and the same shade of blue. I assumed the rest of her would be the same color.
She was very tall...perhaps seven feet but very slight, but I could only conjecture this conclusion by what was exposed and not was the robe concealed. The long delicate hands remained in a folded position across her middle. The fingers were very human in structure but the fingers numbered only three per hand.
I was still on the floor pushing myself backwards as it moved slowly closer. Was I still allowing the hallucination theory to prevail? It was a struggle to maintain the idea that this was only a dream as dreams and real life have their own distinct texture of reality. The floor was cool and vaguely vibrated Zhaan gave off an ordor that triggered a sense memory of a electrical applicance burning out and gave off that scent of oozone. It was not a bad scent. It was like Mia Farrow's sudden reaction in Rosemary's Baby: "This is no dream...this is really happening!"
Zhaan leaned slowly down and extended her left arm, one finger pressed to my forehead. On closer inspection her face was quite beautiful and had a distinct "feminine" quality. Her smile never faded. It put me at ease.
"My name is Zhaan. I come from a planet that is slowly dying. We need to replenish our supply of sperm and we have come periodically to your planet to collect more," she said. Neela's appropriated voice stumbled periodically.
"Are you the only one here?" I asked after the long silence as I processed this information.
"No there are others on similar missions."
The mixture of human sperm must account for the humanoid form as it is intigrated with their own genetic composition.
"Our time is very short," said Zhaan as she rose, towering above me. She offered me a hand up. Her strangth was astounding as she lifted me to my feet.
I wobbled slightly from the lingering effects of the paralysis ray that intially rendered me in that codition but I was quick to recover and Zhaan kept a supporting hand on me.
We left the small cell where I had been kept a walked into a narrow corridor that curved slowly. There were no windows so I could not see exactly where we were. From my casual observation I assumed that Zhaan was the sole occupant of this craft but this was sheer speculation on my part as I had no real idea how large a ship it was. All the corridors and rooms seemed quite small.
"Where are we?" I asked Zhaan.
"We are hidden inside of a cloud," she responded. "Are you comfortable. Is the temperature suitable?"
Yes," I said, having totally forgotten about my nudity. I wondered how she (it was still an assumption that this was a correct term) viewed our human forms. They must appear primitive and awkward by such an advanced race.
We arrived at another room. The door slipped open and Zhaan escorted me inside. The room was illuminated by curved tube on the other side of the transparent walls and cast everything in a warm pinkish glow. Its sole piece of furniture was a long padded cushion that automaically moved forawrd to the center of the room.
I turned to face Zhaan. She was untying the braided sash of her robe and left it slip away from her long slim body. As I had initially suspected is was the same shade of blue as her face and hands but I noticed the intricate patterns that decorated her torso and legs. They were not tattoos as we'd describe them on Earth but these were a series of shallow throughs that were seared, cut, or branded into the skin by means beyond our own capabilites.
"They are markings initiating matuity," Zhaan said, observing my fascination.
I was allowed to taouch them. I ran a nervous finger along her belly and down her thighs. It was like following a maze that k**s got with their paper placemats at fast food joints.
I got lost in this activity and nearly came into contact with her genitals. They were similar to female genitals on Earth but not a single hair....there was not a hair to be found on the entirity on Zhaan's body. Her flesh was smooth and cool to the touch but as I continued my explorations I noticed a sudden fluxuation in her temperature and her skin seemed to shimmer as the colors radomly softened and darkened at certain locations.
She looked down at me, smiled, and nodded her approval to all my actions. As I resumed I could hear a sound coming from Zhaan that sounded like a distant choir of singers. It was not a language as I could determine but just sound issuing from deep in her throat. That electrical scent I noted earlier became more prominant now...especially from her vagina. It was quite an intoxicating aroma and I slipped my finger long that deep cleft between her legs. I smeled that perfume on my finger tips, inhaling it deeply.
Since I was lead to the assumtion that we both shared a similar gentic origin she must have a clitoris. I parted her vagina lips and that sweet fragrence struck me agan. Was I getting stoned from the scent? I felt my head spinning.
When laid my first kiss upon her vagina the fluid seeping from those flesh lips stung my tongue briefly, but pleasure overcame this initial sensation. I stimulated the area where an Earth female's clitoris would be located and waited for some sort of response from Zhaan. The strange singing rose in pitch and for a moment I thought that she was going to collapse on top of me but regained her composure and ran a hand through my hair and pressed my head closer until my face was buried and that scent was all pervasive now.
She abruptly reached down and lifted me to my feet. She led me over to the padded platform and she stretched herself out, her legs spread and spilling over the edge. I needed no further encouragement and eased myself down over her. Because of our considerable heaight differance my head rested on the area between her dual set of breasts. This is a fact I have neglected to pass on to the reader but Zhaan had four breasts. They were somewhat smallish I contast to the rest of her body and she might be considered "flat-chested" by Earth standards. They were quite beautiful and each was round like a blue apple and each sported a nipple that was a deeper shad of blue than the rest of her body. They stiffened under stimulation just like an Earth female. I suckled on all four of them with wild joy.
I only heard her speak once in her own language. There is nothing to compare it to other than a recording played backwards at a very high speed and rose in pitch at various times, almost ear shattering at one particular moment just after I had inserted my cock but she realized that she had gotten carried away and silenced herself.
At various times I worried that I was going to be tossed off her as her body arched suddenly upward but I clung firmly to her thick torso and continued pounding away. I wanted to make this experience last for a s long as possible but what Zhaan could do with her vagine was manipulate the vaginal muscles to where I felt as if I were being milked and that sensation was becoming increasing hard to deny given my own bout of sexual deprivation back on Earth and the avoidable happened.
Suddenly I felt that familiar punch in the back of my head and I heard my own voice scream:"Noooooooooo!!!!" as I lapsed back into u*********sness.
I was seated up against the library wall when I regained consciousness and stumbled slowly to feet. I glanced at my watch. It was now three o'clock in the morning. I looked up at the sky and saw a single cloud drifting lazily by and wondered if Zhaan was up there watching over me to see that I was all right. I gave a weak wave of my hand and continued home.
It was three thirty by the time a walked through the apartment door. Neela was asleep on the sofa as she probably was waiting for me to come ome. I knelt down in front of her and brushed the hair that fallen in front of her face....that lovely sweet face. It at this moment that I noticed then swirled pattern in the palm of my hand similar to Zhaan markings. How would I explain this to Neela.
I bent lower and saw that she was not wearing any panties beneath the nightshirt she wore. I gently opened her legs and gazed at that wonderful clump of hair. It would be my joy for the rest of my life.
"I love you, Neela," I whspered.
"I love you too," came her drowsy responce a moment later.
THE END
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