The bustle of activity on deck awakened the woman in the hold. Climbing up and carefully lifting the cargo hatch a couple of inches, she looked out. It was twilight, though at first she couldn't tell whether it was dawn or dusk. It was also apparent that the ship was getting ready to enter a harbor. Furthermore, she knew that she dared not be found when the ship docked and they started to unload.
Dropping back down into the hold, she gathered her meager belongings together. Other than her red uniform, they didn't amount to much. Emerging back up on the deck, she carefully made her way to the side and slipped over, diving into the cold water.
Powerful strokes quickly carried her to the shore. Finding a deserted spot among some warehouses, she climbed ashore. Slipping into shelter between two buildings, she shook off as much of the water as she could. Wringing out her uniform, she put it on. Then checking to make sure that she was still unobserved, she stepped out and began making her way inland, away from the waterfront.
She still didn't know where she was, let alone where she was going. She just knew that she needed to put as much distance as she could from where she had been held.
Somewhat to her surprise, no one stopped her as she walked through the city, though she drew more than her share of appreciative looks. Finding herself on the outskirts, she picked a road at random and followed it.
The rising sun showed her a low range of mountains in the distance. Whatever lay on the other side, she suspected that it couldn't be any worse than what she'd already experienced on this side.
After several turnoffs, the road that she was following --- still trending toward the mountains --- turned into something that was not much more than a dirt track through the scrub-covered countryside. Turning around, she looked for any signs of pursuit. Not even her sensitive eyes and ears could pick up anything beyond the bustle of the city behind her.
Turning around, she resumed her walk. Ahead lay the mountains. She still didn't know where she was nor what lay beyond the mountains, but she quickened her pace, certain that she would feel better once she had put them between her and any possible pursuit.
As fast as the Royal Air Force's newest operational bomber was, it was still a long flight from the warmth of Bermuda to the cold of Canada. Leaving the Vulcan's crew to go about their business of flying the aircraft, Tyreen Mackenzie leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.
Sleep was elusive, however. Opening her eyes again, she read through the file again. It didn't tell her anything new. Nor did it help bring on sleep.
Outside, the drone of the jet engines continued unchanged. Craning her head to look out a window, she saw nothing but ocean and sky. Closing the file and putting it away, she settled back in her seat and closed her eyes. Even though her Arion constitution didn't require as much sleep as that of a Terran, she had learned from experience to catch her rest whenever she could.
Unbidden, a melody came to her mind. Even though she didn't know all of the words, she recognized it as the lullaby that her mother had sung to her years ago. She didn't know why it had come to her now --- she hadn't needed to be lulled to sleep for years --- but she found herself humming softly to the melody, not even trying the unfamiliar Arion words.
It had been years since she'd last heard it, but the lullaby was still capable of working its magic on her. This time, it wasn't long before sleep did come to her.
Her finely tuned senses brought her awake at the shift in the sound of the engines and the subtle change of air pressure. Opening her eyes and looking around, all that she could see was clouds. However, the plane seemed to be descending.
Sensing her awakening, Squadron Leader Campbell confirmed her feeling. "We'll be down on the ground in fifteen minutes," he said, without turning his face from the controls. "I hope you had a nice nap, Tyreen."
She had to suppress the urge to stretch, or at least to yawn. "Thank you, Jack," she replied instead, checking her harness to make sure that she was still strapped in securely, and incidentally checking to make sure that the file was also secure.
When she looked up again, she still couldn't see anything out the windscreen other than clouds.
Well, it was too late now to wonder how good Squadron Leader Jack Campbell was at making instrument landings.
Sam put the Jeep up a gear, enjoying the wind running through his short-cropped hair. He only had his brother's vehicle for the day, so he had decided to make the most of it.
There was a whoop of delight from the passenger seat as his best friend George showed his appreciation of Sam's driving. George had to admit it: Sam had been right about this area being empty at this time on a weekday. They hadn't seen another soul for nearly twenty minutes. The road was theirs, they had a borrowed Jeep, a six-pack in the back, the weather was beautiful, all they needed was a girl or two and this little outing would be complete.
Still walking along the side of the road, Marlen heard a distant mechanical sound. She immediately recognized it as the noise of the primitive engine of a native vehicle. Her keen ears soon identified that the sound was coming from behind her. Turning around, she quickly enough spotted the device on the horizon. It was indeed a native vehicle.
Unfortunately, there was no cover; she had to remain where she was. Her eyes zoomed in to reveal, to her delight, two youthful male occupants. She smiled; this couldn't possibly be pursuit. If anything, the two males might provide her with a pleasant diversion, a nice break in her journey.
Still smiling, she stepped out into the center of the road and waited for her newest playthings to come to her.
"What the...?" said Sam as he spotted what looked like a person standing in the middle of the road.
George saw it too. "Is that a chick?" he asked.
Sam let the car slow a little. "It looks like a chick." he answered. And then a few moments later as they got a little closer he added, "A dish."
They were less than a hundred yards away now. Sam honked the horn but the figure made no effort to get out of the way. He slowed the Jeep a little more. Now they were close enough to see her figure. He had been right, it was a dish.
"Jesus H. Christ!" choked George. "She's incredible."
"She's unbelievable" Sam agreed, squeezing down on the brake and bring the Jeep to a stop only a couple of yards in front of the mysterious girl. He tried not to let his mouth hang open as he stared at her unusually short red dress and the flesh that it revealed. One didn't see this kind of clothing out here every day. Maybe down in the States, but not here in Canada.
George was also completely taken by the flesh. It was so perfectly molded. Those long elegant legs, the round hips, the flat stomach, the beautiful face, the wonderful large, firm breasts straining against the thin material of her dress with the golden lightning bolt highlighting the deep cleavage. Neither of them had ever seen anything like it before. She was absolutely perfect.
Marlen was a little disappointed. Neither of the two males looked particularly attractive, certainly not by Arion standards. But, she considered, they might be able to entertain her at least for a little while. She could tell from the way they were staring at her body that they were unaccustomed to being face to face with a female like her and their crashing heartbeats revealed their intimidation in the presence of her beauty. In a sense, she realized, she already held a degree of power over them. She smiled. She would have some fun with these two after all. She would tease them a little. She took a couple of steps towards the front of the vehicle until her long, smooth legs were almost touching it.
It was Sam who first came to his senses when he saw the beautiful girl approaching the Jeep, her fantastic body looking even better in motion than it had stationary. Perhaps he was trying to impress his friend with his coolness in such a situation, or perhaps he was trying to make the same impression on the stunningly desirable stranger. Either way, he returned the girl's smile and leaned around the front window of the open Jeep to greet her: "Hey babe. Do you often stand in the middle of the highway or did you make an exception for me?"
Marlen noted that like spoke English, though with an unusual accent. And one of them, she noted gleefully, was a little bit arrogant. She decided to play along. She put on her most vulnerable voice, quite a challenge for someone who is almost utterly invulnerable. "Oh no, I've never done it before. But you have such a beautiful... vehicle." She wasn't going to lie. Nothing about the boy was beautiful as far as she was concerned, but she went on anyway, "And you two look like such big, strong men."
Jesus Christ! thought George, is she coming on to us? Even in his catatonic state with his eyes fixed unmovingly on the girl's deep cleavage, he was unable to pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this. Without averting his gaze, he asked the girl "So, do you want to go somewhere with us, babe? There's plenty of room on my lap." and he patted his thighs with his hands to illustrate the point.
Sam clearly approved of this tactic, chiming in with, "Yeah, hop in. Let's go somewhere and have us a party!"
Marlen had to suppress a smile. So, they had fallen for her game. She was already beginning to enjoy herself. "Oh," she said, getting in to her part now, "I'm not sure I could handle two big, tough men like you." Looking from one male to the other, she saw both of them swallowing hard in response to her remark. She could also hear their breathing and their heartbeats becoming more rapid even over the sound of the vehicle's primitive and noisy power source.
Finally, the one who was controlling the vehicle replied. "Don't worry we'll be real gentle with you."
"Oh yeah. Real gentle." reiterated his friend.
"You promise not to hurt me?" she asked, perhaps overdoing it a little as she put her hands on her thighs and leaned forward, letting the two males get a good look at the deep cleavage between her breasts. The heat from the engine washed over her.
She could hear their heartbeats speeding up even more. "Sure, babe," the first male eventually answered. "Get in!"
She decided to accept the invitation in the most effective way possible. She lifted her right leg and lowered it seductively, knee bent, onto the bumper at the front of the vehicle, holding that pose for a moment. Then reaching down, she slipped off her shoe. Lifting her other foot and removing that shoe, she stepped up onto the flat top of the front of the vehicle that obviously contained the engine, her shoes in her hand, her ankles now at the males' eye-level. Two steps brought her to the windshield. Inside the car, the two boys stared up at her figure in a state of awe. She raised her right foot and maneuvered it gracefully over the shield, making sure that both of her new friends got to appreciate the length and shapeliness of her leg.
Then she lowered her foot carefully onto the passenger seat between the thighs of one of them, brushing against him and making the bulge in his clothes at his groin twitch a little. Then she slowly brought her other foot into the vehicle, planting it on the floor between the non-driver's feet. He looked up at her --- not as far up as her face, but as far as her chest at any rate. She heard his heart thumping with excitement. The driver, meanwhile was looking at his friend, his jealousy written clearly on his face.
Now in the vehicle, Marlen made herself comfortable by turning slightly to the side and sitting down --- as she had been invited --- on the passenger's lap, with her legs stretched out across the driver's thighs. She smiled as she felt one erection pressing into her buttock and another brushing her ankle. "So, where are you taking me?" she inquired provocatively, letting her shoes fall to the floor of the vehicle.
George couldn't believe his luck. This girl seemed to be offering herself to them on a plate. She used her long legs to climb onto the hood of the car, then she was actually walking on the car! She stepped over the windshield and lowered her foot right near his throbbing cock. As her heel brushed his thigh through his jeans, he felt a surge of electricity run through his body. She climbed fully into the car, her toes still just inches from his hungry member. Looking upwards, he found his vision filled by the curves of the undersides of her fantastic breasts. He found himself panting.
"Wow!" breathed Sam soundlessly --- she actually was sitting on George's lap. And her lovely legs were resting on his own knees. And she wanted him to take her for a ride. Well, he decided, we'll take her for a ride all right. Then, out loud, he replied to her question: "Somewhere where we won't be disturbed." That seemed to please her. She smiled. Sam struggled to put the car in gear and drive on, distracted by the exposed flesh of the girl sitting across his and George's laps.
It took a little contortion with the girl on his lap, but George was able to twist around and grab the six-pack behind him. Freeing one can, he offered it to the girl. When she simply looked quizzically at it, he slid a nail under the tab and popped it. Frothy liquid spurted out, spraying both of them before he could bring it to his mouth. Gulping down several mouthfuls, he again offered her the can.
Seeing the male drinking from the small metal container reminded Marlen of her hunger. She couldn't even remember her last real meal. When he offered her the container a second time, she needed no further invitation. Taking it in her hand and lifting it to her mouth, she upended it and drank thirstily.
She didn't know what the bitter beverage was, but it was better than nothing. Chilled well below the ambient temperature, it was certainly refreshing. And the way the bubbles tickled her nose and then her throat as they went down... that was absolutely delightful.
George watched as the girl drained the beer in one long draught. He'd never seen anybody manage that, though he and his buddies had all tried. When she returned the can to him, he gave it a quick shake to verify that it was indeed empty, then flipped it out the side of the Jeep. Twisting around in his seat again, he reached back and grabbed another can from the six-pack.
She grabbed it out of his hand, opened it, and brought it to her mouth. This one also went down in a single draught before she tossed the can aside.
Marlen was beginning to get herself excited by the situation. The beverage had served to re-energize her. Distractedly she began to massage the driver's genitals through his jeans with her feet so that his control over the vehicle became erratic. At the same time, she shifted her rear slightly, rubbing her round, firm buttocks against the other young man's organ. Her sensitive nostrils filled with the smell of male arousal. She knew that her pheromones made her irresistible. She thrilled with the sensation of power that coursed through her body.
Enough was enough! Sam couldn't take much more of this without exploding. He couldn't concentrate on his driving, couldn't wait until they drove to a motel. And the girl already had two beers inside of her. Seeing the landscape flat all around, he pulled off the road, driving about a hundred yards from the asphalt. That would have to do for privacy. He couldn't stand to wait another second. He glanced at the girl; she seemed unperturbed by his choice of stopping point.
Why had he stopped the vehicle here? Marlen couldn't understand it for a moment, but she finally realized what was happening. The native had reached the conclusion that he could not wait any longer for sex with her. It was time for the next step of her little game. She pressed her toes slightly harder into the driver's groin, watching his body tense in heightened arousal. Next, she put her arms around the passenger's neck, and turned her upper body towards his. She brushed her lips and chest lightly against his. Then she shifted her feet onto the ground, and leaned forward to gently kiss the driver, allowing her breasts to touch his chest too.
Standing up, she stepped on the driver's seat, foot between his legs, and climbed out of the car. Without looking around, she knew that they were burning with lust for her, desperately longing for her body. She could hear the heavy breathing and the franticly beating hearts behind her. The two males were like sexual time bombs, ready to explode at her word. So, for her own amusement, she didn't give that word. Instead, she turned and faced the men in the vehicle. "Well, I'm going now. Goodbye, boys," she said, turning again and beginning to walk away, making sure that her rear moved to maximum effect with each step.
George was delighted when Sam decided to pull off the road. He couldn't wait either. Then, the girl had kissed him, letting her big tits touch his chest through his shirt, making fresh waves of desire crash through his body. The anticipation was almost unbearable. It wouldn't be long now; surely, not long now. She climbed out of the car, and then, inexplicably, she said goodbye. He couldn't believe it at first. She couldn't do that. He wanted her so badly. Hadn't she let it be known that she was willing? Hadn't she sat in his lap and rubbed her beautiful ass on his cock? Hadn't she kissed him, let her tits touch him? What the hell did she think that she was doing?
Sam was angry too. He also felt that he had been deceived, that the girl, by her actions, had somehow promised herself to him. And now she was just walking away --- as if nothing had happened between them, as if she hadn't been massaging his erection through his jeans with her lovely toes. The thought that she might now disappear as suddenly as she had first appeared was unacceptable to him. He felt that she owed him something. And the way she was walking, her ass moving so invitingly...
As she slowly walked away, Marlen listened to the two accelerated heartbeats. She knew that they would be staring at her rear and she made sure that she was putting on a good show for them. She wanted to drive them wild with desire until their self-control broke. She wanted them to try and take her, to believe that they could, for even an instant, possess her. Then she could reveal her true nature to them and make them utterly hers and use them for as long as they held her interest. But first, she would let them believe for a while, build them up in order to knock them down. It was all a game. She was playing with them. What else was she supposed to do with toys?
George's jaw hung open and he watched the girl hypnotically. She was as perfectly beautiful from behind as she had been from in front. He burned for her; had to have her. How dare she leave him now? She had no right --- it was the man who decided how far a couple should go, not the woman. She couldn't just get him all turned on and then leave him alone. She had responsibilities. She'd made him horny, now she had to do something about it.
Next to him, Sam was drooling as he watched her ass, thinking that his pants were about to burst at any moment. How could she look that good, get so close to him and then walk away. He couldn't let it happen. He needed her now so badly. He had to stop her just leaving his life. He wanted her, wanted her now. Without truly knowing what he was doing, he stepped out of the car and jogged after the girl. He caught up with her and grabbed hold of her arm as tightly as he could.
Marlen heard the rustle of clothing as the driver got out of the vehicle and the crunch of his footsteps as he approached her rapidly. Although she could hardly even feel his weak grip on her arm, she pretended that it was enough to make her stop in her tracks. Listening to the heavy breathing beside her, she knew what was on the male's mind. She suddenly realized that he was pulling down on her arm, trying to force her down to the dusty ground. She relaxed her legs and let him push her down onto her back, feigning surprise. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence. The other native came running over to stand by his friend, the pair of them towering over her as she lay prostrate.
Sam didn't really know what he was doing. He was mad with desire for this girl. He found himself forcing her down. He pulled on her arm, shocked at first when his efforts came to nothing. Then, suddenly, he was able to push her down easily. He thought nothing of it as he looked down at her unbelievable body laid out at his feet. Soon, George was by his side. The knowledge that his friend was with him gave him new confidence in his actions. He began to unbutton his jeans, and noticed that George was following suit, their hands made clumsy by their nervousness and excitement. He could feel his heart thumping in his ribcage.
Marlen had to suppress a laugh when the two males removed their lower garments to reveal their extended organs. She was still getting accustomed to how small these natives were. She played along, not moving when the one who had been driving the vehicle flopped down over her, his hands hungrily grabbing at her breasts, trying to extract them from her uniform. Disappointedly, she noticed that he was far too weak to manage it. She wriggled about, pretending to struggle against him, but secretly working herself out of her uniform.
As soon as her chest was free, the other male joined in, falling to his knees and reaching for a large, round mound. Soon they were jostling one another, rubbing their faces across her breasts, sucking her big nipples, fondling her roughly. Their aggressive touches felt deliciously light to her. Then, the one who had first grabbed her arm changed his position, maneuvering himself between her legs. She pretended that his pathetic efforts were sufficient to pry her knees apart and remembered at the last moment to relax her inner muscles as the ungainly native "forced" himself into her.
George watched in fascination as Sam started trying to get a hold of her breasts. She was struggling, but somehow, George managed to get her costume off her, revealing those fabulous tits in all their naked glory. He couldn't help himself. He pushed his pal aside as he dove for her, pushing his face into those amazing tits, sucking on her huge nipples. Then Sam was climbing on top of her, opening her legs. He moved out of his friend's way, but kept his hand on one of her breasts, clinging to her perfection, marveling at her firmness as his fingers tried but failed to dent her wonderful flesh.
Sam was overcome by lust. He thrust himself deep into her, lost in a feeling of ecstasy as his most sensitive part was enveloped in her soft warmth. His senses filled with her wonderful scent, the smoothness of her flawless skin, the sight of her unbelievable body. He wanted the experience to last forever, but he was far too aroused by her. He managed barely four plunges into her before he began to shudder with the most uncontrollably violent orgasm of his life. Involuntarily, he cried out in his pleasure. He pulled out of her, utterly drained and rolled over on to his back to catch his breath.
He didn't feel exactly bad inside her, but Marlen couldn't help but wish he was a little bigger, a little less soft. She had to admit though, that with the other male fondling her breast, putting all his concentration and strength into a single mound, the feeling was definitely enhanced. But then, just as she was beginning to appreciate the sensation, the first man reached his orgasm. Without her using her inner grip to control him, he'd been unable to last more than a few seconds. And she barely even felt his climax, although from the look on his face, he'd obviously found his release a particularly intense experience.
Fortunately, as the spent male rolled off her, his friend seized the opportunity to take his place, almost jumping between her knees, his hand never leaving her breast and he hungrily plunged his own member into her. She kept herself relaxed, even though she could tell by his eyes that he was unlikely to delay his ejaculation any longer than the other one had. She didn't want to give the game away. Not just yet at any rate. This man was slightly bigger than his colleague was and she enjoyed the feathery feel of his thrusts more. It was still not enough --- not nearly enough --- to satisfy her, but it was getting better.
Just then, he let out a low moan and stopped thrusting, merely lying motionless on top of her and shaking as he climaxed. Once again, she almost failed to feel his jet of seed inside her. Once again, it arrived far, far too soon. Once again, he immediately rolled off her prostrate body on to his back, lying on the other side of her to his friend, his eyes closed and panting as though he were on the verge of death.
Marlen decided that she'd had enough. She'd let the two males have their fun, allowed them to believe that they, with their pathetically weak, soft bodies, could dominate her. Now it was her turn. They might have thought that they had raped her. She would now show them the true meaning of rape.
Sam was exhausted. The beautiful girl had been everything he'd hoped that she would be, and more. In fact, she'd been so good, he'd barely manage to last ten seconds inside her. But what a ten seconds! He felt completely empty now, as if he had released an enormous amount of trapped pressure. It was only then that he thought about the manner in which he had come to penetrate her --- the way he pushed her down to the ground after she had said goodbye. But he brushed aside his guilt by recalling how she had led him on, making him hard with her toes, kissing him so gently on the lips. Maybe she had been teasing him, but he had shown her who was in charge of the situation.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the beautiful young woman, George was still struggling for breath, an aching feeling slowly spreading through his groin. He was still enjoying the afterglow of his ejaculation, still remembering the unbelievable feel of her large breasts. He'd always enjoyed taking the upper hand in his relationships with the opposite sex and this situation had certainly provided him with the ultimate in that respect. Sure, it was she who had made the first move back when they'd first seen her on the highway, but it was Sam and he who'd finished it off. She was learning not to start what she didn't want to complete, he thought. Just then, his reflections were interrupted by a voice. To his great surprise though, it wasn't Sam who spoke.
Marlen sat up and glanced down at the two males lying either side of her. They looked utterly finished. But then vague memories of her previous encounters with other natives on this planet came back to her. She was sure that there was still plenty of play-time left with this pair. "Why have you stopped?" she taunted them. "We haven't even started yet!" As she spoke she reached down and placed one of her hands on the back of each man's neck. Then, remaining seated, she effortlessly lifted their heads off the ground.
They began to struggle against her, using their hands to attempt to remove her arms. They pushed back against her palms with the heads, neck muscles bulging. They bit her forearms, their teeth closing on her soft warm, perfect skin with all their might. They began pounding her face with their fists, yelping in pain as their big, hard masculine hands smacked futilely against her infinitely tougher skull. Nothing they tried had the slightest effect on her holds on them. Their struggles became increasingly frantic, but remained utterly ineffective. She smiled. This was much more like it.
George was startled to hear her voice. He was even more shocked by her words. His eyes snapped open and to his shock, he saw that the girl was sitting up between him and Sam, trying to lift them both up. What was going on? Did she want a fight --- this slender young woman against two reasonably well-built guys? Suddenly, he found she was pulling his head up towards her. He made his head heavy to stop her, and was surprised to find his efforts unsuccessful. He brought both his hands into play, fighting to remove her hand from his neck, but for some reason, he could even move one of her fingers with all of his strength.
Sam, meanwhile, was also struggling in vain against the girl. He was able to turn his head slightly to the side, enough to clamp his jaws down on her arm. Her skin smelt wonderful. It was so smooth, so warm, and yet his teeth could not penetrate it, no matter that he put all that he had into the task. All the while, she was lifting him and George further and further off the ground and towards her. They were almost sitting up now. Sam punched her in the face. It was if her perfect complexion had been painted over steel. Her face felt soft to the touch and yet when he started pounding it with his fist, he managed only to bruise his hand. He looked at the incredible girl. She was smiling!
Marlen pulled the men's heads, against their will, inwards towards her chest. She stopped, holding them dead still, their noses just a fraction of an inch from each of her nipples. One of them tried to lean forward, mouth open, teeth bared as if he was about to bite her. She dug her fingertips slightly into the back of his neck, holding him in place. He yelled in pain. "Not yet." she said, ignoring the scream. "Only when I want it."
"What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?" spat the other male. He attempted to drive his fist into her stomach. Although he yelped as his knuckles made contact with her flat abdomen, she hardly felt the blow at all. Nonetheless, she squeezed his neck as she had done the other man's, extracting yet another yell of discomfort.
What was she doing now? She was pulling his head towards her tit. He was so close now, his breath was becoming trapped in the tiny space between his mouth and her mound, picking up her incredible, subtle scent and filling his nostrils. Sam decided to teach her a lesson and jabbed his head towards her, intending to sink his teeth painfully into her softest flesh. Suddenly, his neck exploded in pain. It was her hand, gripping him, her slender fingers like a steel vise, holding him fast, preventing him from moving his head even a hairsbreadth. Through his agony he heard her taunting him.
George also heard the taunt, but with his own face stuck so close to the girl, he didn't see his friend try to bite her or her reaction to it. He was extremely ill at ease with this girl attempting to take physical charge of the situation. He shouted something defiant at her and punched her belly. It was like hitting a brick wall. He couldn't hide his pain as his fist met her diamond-hard stomach. Then she was crushing his neck with her fingers, displaying strength that was impossible --- utterly impossible --- for a girl with her physique. He cried out in agony. His mind filled with a new sensation: fear. What the fuck was this girl? What did she want?
Marlen wanted satisfaction. There was no way that she was going to get it from these two at the moment, with their penises as limp as wet paper. It was time to put them "in the mood." Keeping her firm grip on the two necks, she pulled the male's faces towards her until they were pressed lightly into her large, firm breasts. She heard two muffled moans. How pathetic these creatures were! If she eased off the pressure any more she'd hardly even feel the contact. If she increased it, she ran the risk of crushing their skulls to powder. She opted instead for caressing herself with their two faces, rubbing their rough skin gently over her smooth round mounds.
Glancing downwards, she saw that her actions were beginning to have the desired effect; the male's organs were already re-filling with blood. Her attention briefly diverted from her chest, she didn't think to look when she felt an extremely pleasant new sensation on her right breast. She merely continued stroking herself with the two men. She did avert her gaze towards them, however, when she heard one of them screaming. To her surprise, she saw that half her chest was splattered in blood. She soon discovered why. The male whom she was holding to her right breast was gasping, his mouth full of blood.
He was missing most of his front teeth. She pulled him away from her chest, bringing him up to her face and kissing him deeply, enjoying the taste of his blood, her lips muffling his cries as her strong tongue pressed aggressively against his wounded gums. She broke of the kiss, but kept his face just inches from hers, noticing the tears forming in his eyes as she asked him mockingly "What's wrong? I thought you liked it rough." Before he could answer she moved him back down to her breast once more, pressing his face against her warm rounded flesh, smiling with satisfaction as she observed both his and his friend's growing erections.
When she started rubbing his face on her wonderful tit, George was filled with conflicting emotions. To begin with, being pressed up against this incredible young woman's chest was the most erotic experience of his life. So smooth, so round, so unbelievable firm... But he didn't feel right allowing himself to be moved around according to a girl's whims. And it was beginning to hurt. Then it became almost painful as the unyielding mound battered his face, bruising him. As she brushed his mouth over her huge nipple yet again, he resolved to regain control of the situation. He parted his teeth and bit down with all his might on a big chunk of perfect flesh.
His jaws barely made any impression in her. He couldn't understand why she wasn't screaming in agony, why he wasn't tasting her blood. Instead she continued to move his head about as though it was an inanimate object. He tried to dig his teeth even further into her breast, if not to hurt her, then at least to anchor his head. She chose that moment to change the direction in which she was rubbing herself with him. The battle between teeth and breast was over before it could properly begin. He did not loosen his bite. Her big mound simply knocked his teeth out of its path. Half a dozen of them were torn out of his gums, making him shout with pain. The girl continued to caress herself with his face as though nothing at happened.
When she finally did look at him, her reaction was to yank him up and kiss him, the pressure of her lips crushing his painfully. Her tongue entered his mouth, pressing on his damaged gums with a force like a steam iron. His eyes watered, but he couldn't scream, her mouth sealing his entirely. And yet, despite himself, despite his agony, despite his anger and his fear, he found himself becoming aroused by her overwhelming sexuality. After the kiss, she spoke to him, her lips still so close to his, her breath washing over his face as she taunted him. He didn't like dominant girls. But this girl... She pulled him back down to her wonderful breast and continued to rub his face against it. He felt himself growing hard.
They were ready for her now. Marlen kept the one with the wounded mouth at her breast, adjusting her hold on him so that his head was trapped between the crook of her arm and her blood-splattered mound. The other, she pulled away from her chest, laying him down on the ground. Immediately he tried to move away. She swung her long leg over his, pinning him immobile despite his frantic struggles. Then, she adjusted herself so that she was almost sitting on him, all the while keeping the first male's face pressed against her breast, carrying his big body with her as if it was weightless.
She began to lower herself slowly over the prostrate man's erection. She relaxed her inner muscles, but not as much as she had done when he had first penetrated her. This time, she wanted it to hurt him a little. This time, she wanted him to know that she was in control. She saw his face contort in a grimace and continued to impale herself on him. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down with her free hand on his chest, ignoring his efforts to resist her. She started to ride up and down on his shaft, her powerful hips smashing against his on each downward stroke. The hand on his chest held him immobile, and the other male, trapped by her arm, bounced around like a big soft toy, his face bruising as her big breast bashed it repetitively.
Sam found himself being pulled away from her tit and laid on the ground. He began to gather his legs in preparation for standing, but her slender shapely leg flashed out and no matter what he tried he couldn't shift it an inch. Her long smooth leg was like a steel band, trapping his legs. She sat up on him. She had George still pressed to her other breast, holding him fast. It looked like he was bleeding. Christ, had she done that with her tit? Now she was lowering herself on to his cock. It hurt. Somehow, she was now much tighter than she had been before.
He tried to sit up. She pushed him down with one hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He tried to move her delicate, feminine hand, but nothing that he tried had any effect on her. He started to feel worried. She started pumping. It was agony the way her pelvis crashed against his. He could see George being tossed around in her arm. What the hell was this girl? He was in terrible pain and yet the way that she seemed to be gripping his shaft so tightly inside as she rode up and down on it was blowing his mind. He suddenly realized that he was about to orgasm.
The male was already on the point of ejaculation! She was disgusted and tightened her vaginal grip on him to prevent his release, continuing to ride him, increasing the pace slightly, her hand still pinning him down despite his moans of protestation. His friend meanwhile was flying around frantically in her other arm, the marks beginning to show on his face where he was being slammed against her chest. She upped the tempo of her thrusts, her long legs pounding like pistons, her crotch smashing down on the male beneath her who was starting to weep either from the pain she was inflicting or the pressure in his loins. Finally, she reached a small climax, releasing her inner hold on him, allowing him to ejaculate pathetically inside her.
Without pausing, she removed her hand from the man on the ground, transferring her grip to the back of his head. Before he could even catch his rasping breath, she had lifted his face to her free breast and had begun stroking herself against him. At the same time, she lowered his companion from her other mound and laid him on the ground. He had received too many blows on the head from her generous bosom to resist as she gracefully straddled him and guided her now eager sex over his involuntarily erect member. Seeing his face contort in discomfort, she relaxed her inner muscles slightly, ensuring that her grip down there was still firm. Then, she began to ride him.
Just as he was about to shoot his load, Sam felt something squeezing him inside her impossibly tightly. How the fuck did she do that? She was stopping his orgasm as she began to pound ever faster, making him hurt more and more and yet also making him increasingly desperate to cum. He tried to shout, but could only groan. She moved faster still until, at last, the vise-like hold on his shaft was released and he ejaculated. But no sooner had his last spasm died down, then she was picking him up and jamming his face against her unbelievably firm tit again. He was vaguely aware that she was now on top of George, but his senses were filled by her huge breast.
She was moving up and down now, presumably screwing George. He felt his own body being thrown around wildly like a child's doll. From time to time, her bouncing mound smashed against his face with a force that would impress a boxer. His cock ached. His face was battered and he was being tossed around like ice in a cocktail shaker. What the hell was going on? Her movements grew more rapid, the blows on his face became even more violent. She started rubbing his mouth roughly over her big hard nipple, cutting his top lip as her breast pressed it into his teeth. His screams were muffled by her smooth warm flesh.
Meanwhile, George's eyes were nearly popping out of his head. He'd never experience sex so aggressive, so violent, so painful and yet so... erotic. He realized that Sam was probably now having his face bashed by her breast and that she had merely swapped them around and continued pumping. He couldn't help himself. Something about this girl was irresistible. He was about to ejaculate. Neither he nor Sam had planned this; she was bringing him --- painfully --- to orgasm against his will. She was using them both. Christ, she was raping them! The thought terrified him and yet at the same time, he found himself building up towards ejaculation. Despite everything, he was about to climax and he was helpless to prevent it.
So, thought Marlen, this one is as useless as his friend. He can't please a woman by himself either. She gripped his shaft with her vagina a little harder than she needed to prevent his release just for a moment to teach him a lesson. He screamed hoarsely. She adjusted her inner hold a little and rode him faster, pressing the other male to her breast as she did so until she heard the crack of his nose breaking. Soon enough, her own orgasm broke and she allowed the male beneath her to ejaculate weakly within her. Then she violently pulled herself off him, leaving him gasping for air and aggressively pulled his companion off her breast, admiring the new crookedness of his features that she had caused with her softest flesh. She almost threw him down on the ground to lie semiconscious alongside his friend.
George might have been helpless to prevent himself climaxing, but it seemed that she wasn't. Something inside her crushed his cock, making him yell in agony. Then it eased slightly, but not enough to allow his longed-for eruption. The incredible, terrifying girl simply continued to bounce up and down on him, making so many different parts of him hurt. She clearly didn't care as she sped up her thrusts. He thought that he would pass out, but then whatever supernatural force that had gripped his shaft relented and he was finally free to ejaculate. She got up suddenly --- too soon, as if he had just insulted her. He watched, shocked as she yanked Sam from her tit and just seemed to chuck the big guy down onto the ground next to him. What the fuck was she?
She stood over the two supine men, towering above them, her hands on her hips, an angry expression on her face. "Is that the best you can do, boys?" she asked contemptuously. "Two big strong guys can't even satisfy a little girl like me?" She bent over them, putting their upper bodies in her shadow, her fabulous breasts hanging lusciously, high above their faces. "Don't you have anything to say for yourselves?"
"Go... away..." spluttered George, his voice distorted by his busted nose.
"I'm not going anywhere until I'm finished," she said, menacingly, "and I've hardly even started."
Oh my God, thought Sam. What does she mean she hasn't started? Couldn't she see that they had nothing more to give? Why wasn't she exhausted? What the fuck was she? She was sitting down between them now. There wasn't a single mark anywhere on her flawless skin. He and George were bleeding, their faces and groins terribly bruised. She was so beautiful, so sexy, but so strong, so... so... frightening. Something told him he had to get away from her. He tried to sit up. Clearly, George had the same idea as he too was struggling to raise his head. But she merely extended the middle finger of each hand, ostentatiously using her single digits to push them both back down to the ground. Neither he, nor George could shift her slender fingers, even with both of their hands. What the fuck was she?
Sitting down between the two of them again, Marlen spread her legs, resting her delicate feet on their chests, keeping their backs pressed to the ground against their weakening wills. With her hands now free, she bent forward and grabbed a flaccid, red-raw organ in each palm. She began to stroke them gently, ignoring the two sets of protestations. "Oh come on," she said, genuinely exasperated. "You can't expect to please me with these pathetic worms."
"Leave... us... alone" groaned the one with the broken nose.
"No," she replied defiantly. "You were quite happy to use me for your pleasure earlier. Now, it's my turn," and she tugged a little on each of their penises, making them both roar in agony. Each of them brought his hands up to try and break her grip. Each failed. She started caressing their organs more determinedly.
She bent down over the one with the broken nose and kissed him aggressively, enjoying the roughness of his damaged lip. She felt his member responding in her hand to the kiss, so she pushed her tongue into his mouth, effortlessly pushing his own tongue out of the way as she explored him. She was on to something now --- he was definitely starting to get hard again. Breaking off the embrace, she leaned over the other male and pressed her lips hard against his, once again tasting the blood from his battered gums. Her tongue soon followed, its powerful, aggressive movements making him squirm in pain, but nonetheless producing the desired effect in his organ.
Sam was shocked when the girl pinned them down with her feet and grabbed their cocks. She was caressing them, as if she was trying to make them hard again. She couldn't! He was in agony. He had nothing left there for her. But then, she bent over him, kissing him so deeply, awakening his sleeping libido as her tongue overpowered his. He felt a stab of pain as blood rushed into his battered penis. No! he thought. She couldn't --- she couldn't rape me. Not again. Even as those thoughts rushed through his mind, another spasm rushed to his brain from his organ, letting him know that she was succeeding. He had to fight her somehow. But she was so beautiful, so sexy...
George was defeated. Like a boxer who had just lost an epic encounter, he was too drained to put up a fight. He knew that she wanted to take him again. He knew that it would hurt him terribly. But he also knew that there was nothing that he could do to stop her. Physically, she had battered him into submission with her pounding groin and her bouncing breast. Mentally, she had destroyed him by making love to him against his will. As she kissed him, making his bleeding mouth burn with pain, he knew that despite the agony he could not resist her. She was forcing him to desire her, purely so that she could take him for her own pleasure. Her soft fingers continued to massage his throbbing organ and it continued to rise for her.
Marlen began to stroke the two penises more rapidly. Glancing down, she saw that both men now were crying. They were so pathetic. She knew she had broken their spirits. Now all she wanted from them was personal fulfillment. She released their rapidly stiffening members and lay down on the ground between them. She hooked her left ankle around Broken Nose's just in case he had any ideas about slipping away while she was busy with his friend. Sitting up slightly, she put her hands on Busted Gum's hips, squeezing him tightly around the middle as she lifted his large body completely off the ground seemingly without effort. Lying down again, she held him at arm's length above her, lifting her arms to position his organ above her mouth.
His flailing hands made weak attempts to hit her, but she could tell his efforts were merely token. Ignoring them, she lowered him until her soft warm lips enveloped his almost-ready erection, touching it lightly with her tongue until it was completely hard. She pulled him out of her mouth and repositioned him over her body before dramatically lowering him and then thrusting him violently inside her. He yelled in triple agony: the pressure of her unearthly vagina on his sore organ, the impact of his bruised hips smashing down against hers and the crash of his chest on her breasts which drove the air from his lungs. She merely pulled him out and shoved him back in again, causing even greater pain.
When she lay down and picked him up by his hips as if he was just a box of cereal, Sam was almost too shocked to fight back. He made a lame attempt at hitting her, but it came to nothing. He was in unbelievable pain now, yet even so, when she took him in her warm mouth, her soft tongue playfully touching his most sensitive of parts, the eroticism of the moment was not lost on him. He instantly achieved a full erection, the battered flesh of his organ feeling as though it was on fire as it stretched.
George had no option but to watch what was happening to his friend. Her slim ankle locked over his was as strong as an iron chain. He could not move away for all his trying. He saw her suck Sam to hardness and then aggressively push him inside her as if he was just a plastic sex toy. He winced as he saw his pal's chest slamming into her deadly breasts, knowing that soon enough, it would be his turn. Part of him wanted to avoid that threat, to make his own erection collapse so that she'd have no interest in him. But the very sight of her taking his friend, her incredible power, her indescribable sexuality --- everything about her --- made his burning organ more ready for her.
She started slowly, pulling the male into and out of her at, what she considered to be a normal pace for these pathetic natives. She saw fresh marks forming on his body where it made contact with hers, but paid no attention as she began to increase the pace. Once again, she soon had to use her inner muscles to stop him climaxing before she was ready. She sped up the thrusting, noticing that his arms, legs and head were flailing about wildly as he surrendered all control over his body to her. He began to scream. She was too close to her own orgasm to stop now, however, shaking him about even more violently as her own release finally arrived. She heard one of his ribs crack as she slammed his body down on hers, her soft breast proving far harder than his bones.
She didn't bother waiting for him to enjoy his ejaculation inside her, but yanked him violently out, tossing him aside so that he landed in a heap five yards away, his fluid still flowing from his bright red penis, his body now covered in bruises, his breathing dramatically rasping. Without even looking to see where he had landed, she had already grabbed Broken Nose. Seeing he was already ready for her, she thrust him in. She didn't bother starting slowly, but immediately began shoving him in and out of her, shaking him about like a piece of paper in a hurricane.
Neither did she bother delaying his release until hers, but merely let him cum inside her and continued to thrust him in and out, despite his shouts of agony. This was going to be her best orgasm yet. Her hands moved so quickly, they would have been a blur for any observer. She heard the snap of a couple of ribs as he bounced of her chest but continued unconcerned. Then there was a much louder crack as she slammed his pelvis against hers for the final time, unleashing a feeling within her that she never knew she was capable of. She held him tight to her as she shook with her orgasm for nearly a minute, until she had regained enough composure to pull him out of her and drop him, unceremoniously, face first onto the ground beside her.
He lay unconscious, his body covered in dark bruises, his face contorted by pain. But her sensitive ears could easily detect his awkward, labored breathing. Getting swiftly and effortlessly to her feet, she glanced over at the other male who'd also served her as a toy. He also looked pretty badly battered. She guessed that these two had a fairly good chance of survival if they were taken into care within the next few hours.
As she replaced her uniform and strolled back towards the road --- and the shoes still in the vehicle --- she wondered what the chances were that help would arrive in time for them. Not great, she concluded as she finished putting her shoes back on.
She looked back down the road from where she had come. There was nothing to see. Just empty the road stretching back toward the city, and the now-empty vehicle in which the two men had come.
It was too bad that she didn't know how to operate the vehicle. It might save her some trouble. And being in a vehicle might make her a little more inconspicuous than going on foot would make her. Perhaps she should have let the men take her further away first.
She shrugged her shoulders. There was no helping that now.
One thing that she could do was to try to cover her tracks, or at least to give her pursuers something else to consider. Going to the rear of the vehicle, she bent down and grasped the frame. Straightening up, she lifted the rear wheels off the ground. Walking her hands under the frame until she found the balance point, she lifted the entire vehicle over her head. Carrying it toward where she had left the two men, she gave it a heave. It flipped once end-over-end before coming down on its top twenty feet away.
Putting her hands on her hips, she quickly surveyed the scene. At first glance, it might appear as if the two men had been thrown from the vehicle as it flipped over. That wouldn't account for their state of undress, though.
Well, they could puzzle that one out on their own. With another shrug of her shoulders, she returned to the road and resumed following it toward the mountains. She'd had a little fun, now it was time to put the mountains behind her.
The Sinclairs, along with Tyreen's mother, were waiting for her when Tyreen Mackenzie deplaned from the Vulcan at Gander, much refreshed after her nap. There was no time for social niceties, however. Tyreen barely had time to thank Squadron Leader Campbell and his crew for a pleasant flight --- let alone consider giving any of them a goodbye kiss --- before a young RCAF lieutenant quickly ushered them aboard a helicopter for the next leg of their journey.
The noise made conversation difficult, but they were able to get themselves organized before the helicopter reached its destination.
Lying on the outskirts of the city, it was not a particularly large hospital. It was large enough to have its own helicopter landing pad. The military copter was larger than those usually used for medical emergencies, but the pilot was able to set it down without any problems. The two Sinclair Terrans and two Mackenzie Arions quickly disembarked and went in.
Showing his credentials upon arrival at the hospital, Michael Sinclair and the three women with him were immediately taken to the office of the director.
The office was typical for a man of his station. Diplomas and certificates hung in frames on the wood-paneled walls. Books filled a glass-fronted bookcase. Chairs ringed a conference table at one end of the room.
The director was a tall, slender man. It was impossible to tell what color his hair had been, what little of it remained was white. A pair of metal-framed glasses hung from a chain around his neck. He did not look very happy as he got up from behind a large wooden desk cluttered with paperwork at the other end of the office and came around to greet his visitors, holding out his hand.
"Captain Sinclair? I'm Doctor Harris."
Michael shook the doctor's hand and then introduced the women. At the director's gesture, they began to seat themselves around the table.
"Coffee?" asked the director. "Or would you prefer tea?"
Michael cut short the social amenities. "We've come here to see the unidentified woman in your care. We'd like to see her as soon as possible."
"I'm afraid that's quite impossible, sir," the director replied, his unhappiness growing.
"Why not?" asked Michael, his unhappiness matching the doctor's.
"She's not here," answered the director.
Tyreen leaned forward, frowning. Vicky and Chirren looked at each other, also frowning.
"Not here?" Michael half rose from his seat. "Didn't you receive word to keep her here until we arrived?"
"This is a hospital, sir, not a jail."
"How did she get out? Your report said that she was in a coma."
"We don't know, but we're sure she had some outside help."
"Outside help?" asked Tyreen, leaning even further forward. "Who?"
"Somebody killed the attending physician, Dr. Rachel Simmons."
"Killed?" Vicky sounded shocked.
Tyreen glanced over first at her mother and then the Sinclairs. They all knew that the Arion Prime was perfectly capable of killing a Terran by herself, without any outside help.
"How did Dr. Simmons die?" asked Michael.
"Shocking," replied Harris, shaking his head.
That was hardly an answer. Folding his hands on the table and leaning forward, Michael calmly waited for the doctor to elaborate.
"She... she..." Taking a deep breath, the director began again. "Dr. Simmons was crushed. It was almost as if she been run over by a steamroller, and then her body left in the patient's bed."
The Sinclairs exchanged glances. They both had seen Marlen in action, and knew that she could easily have killed someone like that.
But why? Why would Marlen kill a doctor who was only trying to help her? Unless she didn't know that Dr. Simmons was trying to help her?
A brief beep interrupted them. Rising to his feet, Harris returned to his desk and pressed a button on the phone. "I said no interruptions, Marie."
"Dr. Harris, DCI Collins is here," the receptionist's voice issued from the phone.
"What? Already?" Harris looked down at his watch and sighed. "Very well. Send him in, Marie." He returned to the table but didn't sit down. "DCI Collins is in charge of investigating Dr. Simmons' death," he explained to his guests.
The door opened and a tall man stepped inside. He acknowledged Harris with a curt nod and then swept the room with his gaze. Passing over the three women, his gaze settled on Michael Sinclair. "You from London?"
Michael rose to his feet and offered a hand. "Captain Michael Sinclair, MI5."
The newcomer took the hand. "DCI Peter Collins. You're a little out of your bailiwick, aren't you, Captain?"
"We believe the woman in the hospital is one of mine." Since the policeman made no move toward a seat at the table, Michael remained on his feet as well.
Behind him, Vicky cleared her throat.
"One of ours," Michael amended, turning and introducing his wife and the two Arion women seated at the table.
Collins gave the three women the barest of acknowledgements, continuing to direct his words at Michael. "One of yours? Why would she kill Dr. Simmons?"
"That's what we're here to find out." Michael shook his head. "You don't know for sure that she did it, do you?"
"Well, someone sure did. Who's she working with?" Collins asked.
"What makes you think she's working with anyone?"
"Well, if she didn't kill Dr. Simmons, then who did?"
They were going around in circles. Someone obviously had killed Dr. Simmons. The MI5 people knew that Marlen was perfectly capable of killing any Terran with just her bare hands; other than for Tyreen, they'd all seen her do it, and on more than one occasion.
Michael glanced at the hospital director. "Doctor, I realize this is your hospital, and I don't want to appear rude, but is there someplace where we could speak with DCI Collins privately?"
Harris rose to his feet. "Of course, Captain." He started to make his way toward the door.
Collins moved to block him, though his eyes remained on Michael. "If you don't mind, Mr. Sinclair, I'd like you to come in and answer some questions for us."
Michael had noticed the civilian title, but chose not to make a point of it. The last thing he --- and Marlen --- needed was the antagonism of the local authorities. "Surely you don't suspect us."
"No, no. I know you just got here. However, if she is one of yours as you believe, then there are some things I need cleared up."
"Very well." Michael gestured to the women, who rose to their feet.
Collins obviously was not prepared for that many guests, and said so. The three women sat back down.
Michael was about to insist on keeping his team together when Vicky spoke up. "Chirren and I can stay here with Dr. Harris and get more information." She turned to Harris. "If you're agreeable, Doctor?"
Like any man on either side of the Atlantic, Harris was not completely immune to Vicky's feminine charms. "Of course, of course."
Cutting the number in half seemed to satisfy Collins. "Very well," he said with a nod toward Michael. "I'll have a car sent around for them later." He took a step toward the door.
Michael wasn't quite as sure. But then, none of his team had any special medical training; Chirren probably knew as much about Arion physiology as anybody on Earth; certainly as much as anybody at this hospital --- assuming, of course, that the woman who had been under Dr. Simmons' care was indeed Marlen. And Tyreen, as young as she was, had the most field experience of any of the women; she was the logical one to have with him for any further discussions with the policeman --- again assuming that it was indeed Marlen whom they were after. If he had to split his team in half, this seemed to be the most logical division. "Very well," he agreed, reaching a hand in Tyreen's direction.
Tyreen stood up. Leaning over, she exchanged a few whispered words with her mother, then came around the table to join Michael. Together, gathering up their things, they headed for the door and the waiting policeman.
If Collins was surprised to see the youngest of the three women rise to her feet, he managed to hide it well. That didn't keep his eyes from giving her tall lissome form an appraising look, however, as he held the door open for her to precede the man from London and himself. He then led them out of the hospital and to where his car sat waiting in the parking lot.
He opened the two doors on the passenger side. Acknowledging her superior with a brief nod, Tyreen got into the back. Michael slid into the passenger seat while Collins walked around to the driver's side. After everyone was belted in, he started the engine. Leaving the parking lot, he merged smoothly into the sparse traffic, heading deeper into the city.
