Alien Abduction Part 3
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Before drifting off to a pleasant, smiling sleep. Princess Alkena had told me that there were now fifteen young noble ladies awaiting my pleasure; their ages ranged from fifteen to twenty- seven. Eight of them were married and seven of those had had their names added to the list by their husbands. The eighth was hoping to get pregnant as a birthday surprise for her husband! It was intimated that impregnations should be done in strict order of precedence. I wasn’t sure I was keen on the way this was going. I didn’t really want to have to fuck all the princesses before the duchesses and all the duchesses before the earl-esses (whatever they were called). I liked the idea of mixing things up, blonde, raven-haired, red-head; slim or well built (okay the two princesses had exceeded that requirement); large breasted or small handfuls; bald or bushy; young or old – no, no not old, older!. And, yes. Front bum, back bum, mouth. Turn me into a AI bull and half the fun would evaporate.
Whilst the two happy women slept, I slipped outside and there, sure enough, was the maid with her dark hair and big breasts. She looked wide-eyed at the naked man with the enormous erection moving towards her – oh I did love that they all thought I had a big erection! She looked confused when I simply pulled her to a standing position and kissed her. Then she smiled broadly when I started to lift her skirts. “We have to be quick” she whispered “I’ll get into trouble”
“I do hope so” I replied, but of course the allusion to unmarried pregnancy being ‘trouble’ was lost on her. So, against the wall I de-hymenised another willing virgin. The risk of discovery would have been significantly reduced if she hadn’t been shouting “Yes! Oh yes, Fuckin’ Yes!” I like to think I was a little more circumspect in the noise I made, but I still gave her a good dose of seminal fluid and she let me push my handkerchief (all we could find for the moment) into her entrance afterwards to stop the valuable liquid just dribbling out.
I’m pleased to say that before I left, she was rounding out nicely; the envy of some of her colleagues. Why only some? Well, read on.
It was a hurried hump-against-the-wall; but she was very happy to have got ahead of the queue. As she left, Avril appeared at the door. “What’cha? Doing?” she asked a little blearily, having just woken up.
“Merily” I replied – this being the name of the young woman I had just impregnated.
“Eh? I thought you were reserved for the nobility? You’ll get into trouble”
“What are they going to do? Forbid me to fuck? Lock me up and milk me...” oh, yeah, I thought, they might at that. We went back into the bedroom where Alkena was still snoring gently. She had the prettiest smile. I smiled at her. Avril, being jealous, went over and pinched her, then jumped far back and stood looking out of the window. Avril was trouble, I knew that, but she was fun to have around.
“Ah, Princess Alkena; I just found Don Johnson with one of you maids. Is that allowed?” she enquired innocently.
“No, mother would be furious! There is strict court precedence! We will upset many noble ladies if they realise...” she paused “So they must not realise. Then we’ll tell mother after a while, as I say, she’ll be furious.”
“You want to annoy your mother?” I enquired
“Only a little. “ I suppose everybody likes to irritate their stuffy old parents sometimes, I thought. “You’ll have to promise to still get through the list. Grand-Chuchesa Mantua is first I believe.
Oh! Oh! I have an idea! Suppose we make you do it in the dark? We can mix servant and noble and see if there is a difference in the feel of their ‘place’. How would that be?”
I wasn’t entirely averse to the idea, but felt I was being controlled again. I heard chuckling in my head. ‘What? What is it?’
‘Trust us. just accept the idea’ So I did.
That night I was allowed to fall asleep. Avril had established herself in my bed again, and Alkena was making sure that she got nothing extra, so she was lying on the other side of me. I told them both that I wanted to sleep. It didn’t stop them deliberately leaving off any bedtime attire, just in case. I confess I was tempted with Alkena; I was tempted with both, but I was determined to keep strictly to my resolve that Avril’s tight and inviting vagina should stay unvisited now until she had her child. It was something I thought made sense for all those who found themselves growing new lives inside them. We had no knowledge of how sex might affect or damage such foetuses. I would have willingly taken both their equally tight and inviting bums, but I genuinely did need some sleep.
I woke in the middle of the night, unable to move and with a splitting headache. It was like a hot needle was being pushed further and further into my brain. Then my eyes started to water. Then I saw ghostly figures. I started to panic.
‘Hey! Heh! Stop that!’
‘What’s going on?’
‘Just relax. Normally we’d do this when you’re in statis, we are just adjusting your programming; I mean your bio-status; I mean ... Oh I’m not sure what I mean, no, I am sure, but I’m not sure what to tell you to stop you freaking out. We have to freeze you so you can’t move. A micron or so and you could lose your sight altogether.’
‘Explain’
‘We have the ability to adjust your abilities, you know that. This is quite a minor adjustment. Nearly done. There; yes?’ I think this last was to a technician somewhere ‘Okay, just relax, go back to sleep. We’ll try and explain all in the morning’ I couldn’t stop myself, I drifted off to sleep. Anal probes played a big part in the dreams I had.
I woke early, after a fitful sleep. ‘Ah, okay, so ... put your head under the blankets’
It was dark, I couldn’t see anything. Then, slowly the ghostly shapes of Avril’s perky breasts appeared; dimly at first but then more defined, as I looked down where her body was, parts were brighter than others. Her groin was quite bright. ‘Now close your eyes’ I did so and the picture disappeared. ‘Good. It can be easy to accidentally make infra-red work through your eyelids. You’d go mad. When you shut your eyes, the receptors stop working too’
‘I can see infra-red?’
‘Yes, most of you vertebrates can; but it doesn’t confer a lot of benefit so it hasn’t evolved properly. We had to adjust your brain patterns to enable it’
‘Cool’ was all I could think of to say, as I looked at the glowing breasts on either side of me. Then I looked at my erect penis, and nearly blinded myself. It was a pulsating beacon of brightness; my eyes adjusted and the penis dimmed, as did the two women’s groins, which had looked like they were on fire. Now they just looked like beacons attracting moths (or my cock) to the light.
‘You’ll learn to get more discernment in time’
The images were initially like poor quality black and white TV pictures from the 1960s, but as time went on I did find I could refine and improve the resolution and definition. I also found that I could start to focus at different depths. By which I mean at first I could only see the surface of a body, then later I could look beyond. Was this how a child learnt to see? At first only seeing what is close up and then developing the ability to perceive movement or objects beyond the immediate? Remember that I was not restricted to the visible spectrum.
Initially it was only possible to ‘see’ in the dark. In daylight the visible rays blanked out all infra red visibility. Possibly just as well as a hot day, or a fire in a room, could have been a blinding experience. But, with time I could tune down the visible light receptors (without closing my eyes, which blocked the infra-red receptors too of course), and tune up the heat and infra-red. The result then was that I could see through objects. Living objects that is. A plain piece of wood was the same at 2 inches or 10 inches.
But a body was a different story. I could focus through the skin and see the heart pumping (in the middle rather than on the left in our case). I could see the large tri-lobed lung expanding and contracting. I could see a glass of warming honey-milk sliding down Avril’s throat. And in time, and more salaciously, I could see the misty shape of her bladder as it filled with urine. I could see a full colon, ready to expel its products; and after a while I could see the difference between a warm womb growing a child and an empty one. Some of this was downright disgusting and vomit inducing, some was just interesting, and some was fascinating like the fact that they had one organ that combined the functions of kidney and liver. It would not be a good idea to need an operation on this world, they would be totally confused. It did take a degree of concentration though to focus at the correct level. It came in handy later, but that is not what this chapter is about.
When Mantua was told the plan she was horrified “I am to share my time with the Don” (they still insisted on considering Don to be a title) “with some lowlife maid? I shall not! This is an insult”
Alkena leant in and whispered to her, she looked surprised. There was more whispering, emphatic nods and more whispering.
“Well, I suppose I shall accept in that case. I shall see you tonight my lord” and she left. I was looking forward to her, she was hot. But then so was the Avril and Alkena and ... and most of the women here.
“What did you say?” I asked
“I simply explained some of the possibilities with a maidservant present as well. Tara will do what she is told after all, and she can be told to do some very interesting thing after the initial deeds have been done” Tara was a good servant to start with, she was (nearly) virginal and yet had a mind that was entirely willing to pleasure women and girls, maids and nobles; anything with or without a penis as long as it walked upright, I understood.
So the first test was put into place. The plan was to have both women in a room, in the dark. Neither was to speak. I would enter, discover them by touch and, ‘have my way’ with them in whatever order I chose. After each, or perhaps after the second, I would attempt to identify whether the second was servant or mistress. I would have to be careful not to march straight up to them in the dark else they would know I could see them.
After this little game, we could have some light and engage in any and every variation that minds could invent. I was pretty sure I would have engaged in one or two before the lights were returned.
A few hours passed and then I was led to a room. I had been asking questions such as “How do I know you haven’t put two sisters in there”, just to pretend I was a little nervous or unsure. Alkena assured me that the two women in the room were Mantua and Tara. They were each in a separate bed and had been made to promise on their honour not to say a word no matter what. I was told not to take pains to bring them to climax since their calls might alert me to who was who – more the words used than their voices, since I had hardly met them. One might expect Mantua, as a senior noblewoman, to use more refined words and Tara as a common servant to use less refined; my experience was that in sexual extemis, girls often changed their character quite radically; but I wasn’t going to argue.
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