ALIEN STORY–4
Written by Juxian Tang
The Darloxians were having their meal when I walked in to the crew quarters. The after-effects of the dose were still perceptible – the state of bitter agitation that made me wander around the ship for almost an hour until I came here – uneasy in every place, entering a room to leave it only some moments later – as well as the numbness of skin spreading down from my face.
The lid of the phial was made in the form of a pipette, only designed for collecting the powder. The stuff was to be inhaled. I knew that the Alazanians – the race that was producing the thing – have their nasopharynxes rotten after several years of application. Well, I couldn’t say I used it for years – and mind you, I didn’t use it every day.
The joint had been a weird one. It was not that it didn’t bring me the feeling I expected – that was why I chose just this stuff – it always worked. But usually I saw other things when blissed out. It was – probably – that the mini-nuke explosion occurred to close in time – and what I had been watching looked like the breathtaking interlacing of exploding flowers, giving birth to new explosions, blossoming in inflorescence of swirling blaze balls – like enormous incandescent mimosas.
The amazing thing was that I thought I didn’t pay attention to the faces of the passengers I had taken hostages. It turned out I clearly remembered quite many of them.
After my visions faded I brought myself in order – took the shower and changed my clothes. I never wear fatigues aboard, you know.
The Darloxians were eating their usual protein jelly – raptly consuming huge amounts of it. They sat around the stocky table in the center of the room, on the low, excessively wide sofas designed for the shapes of their bodies.
“Sorry,” Neaf said looking at me when I walked to the nutrition apparatus in the corner. “We didn’t reset it.”
“No harm done, brother,” I shrugged. I was neither hungry, nor thirsty. It was only that I knew I had to eat something.
I started pushing the buttons trying to extract from the damned machine something more appetizing than Darloxians’ dainties. At last it fizzed and I saw whitish liquid filling the glass. Soluble milk. I giggled.
The Darloxians behind me were talking quietly in their own language. I could understand them – well, shouldn’t I, almost nine years together, after all. But now there was nothing more than a discussion about the game – a kind of darts the Darloxians were quite fond of.
The apparatus expelled two more tubes of food without labels. I took them and went to Neaf.
“Is it yours or mine?”
His tentacles reached tentatively, taking the tubes and opening both simultaneously, then squeezing little peas from either one into his mouth.
“Yours. And not bad.”
I retrieved the tubes and settled back on the sofa. Neaf moved to give me some place. His tentacle stayed on the back of the seat around my shoulder.
“Have to talk,” I said in sotto voce. “It is regarding the explosion.”
“Now?” he shifted demonstrating his readiness to stand up. I mused and decided against it.
“In the morning. It can wait.”
And really – why couldn’t it? They all were dead. Except one.
When the thought of Iver crossed my mind I realized that Neaf was thinking about him, too. Well, it was not unusual for us – to be in synch.
“I put him to that storage hold,” he said. “You didn’t see him, did you?”
I didn’t. I was in many places when having my promenade – but all of them were far from my cabin.
“Nah,” I shook my head. I was not intended to say anything else.
“Do you speak about the human you have brought with you, Chthri?” Hurluck needed a little time to re-adjust his vocal organs to English. Both Neaf and I looked at him.
“Yeah,” I replied a little faintly and decided to look after my voice.
“May I ask if you have any plans in respect of the human?”
The thing was that, you see, I did have some plans when I took Iver to the life-boat with me. But the way it turned out with SSC the thing was no more possible.
“if I see this little piece of shit becomes a nuisance, I’ll space him,” I said calmly. “Right now he doesn’t bother me. And you?”
Hurluck delayed with the answer. For some moments I saw how his maw worked and then Neaf outstripped him.
“For keeping the human alive we have to attend his vital needs.”
“Oh, but sure,” I settled in the sofa more comfortably.
“Who do you want to take care of him, Darren?” Neaf said.
I grinned. When I smiled I felt more than usual how numb were my lips. It was like stretching the rubber.
“Whoever,” I span my hand. “It doesn’t matter. He won’t need much and won’t need it for long. Hurluck? Do you mind? Bring the human here, okay, sweetie?”
For a moment his protruding eyes studied me. then he stood up heavily.
I was tossing the food tube up. Slap – it landed in my palm. Slap – again. Finally Neaf reached and grasped it in the midair.
“Want to take it away?” he teased me. “Should we give it to the human for eating?’
“Yeah, it’s good,” I mumbled rather absent-mindedly.
“And something to drink?”
“Push the button,” the way we sat only Wagr could do it without standing up. the machine sputtered again. I didn’t like the sound. It drowns everything I could hear from the corridor.
“Hurluck is slow,” Wagr noticed.
“He is eating the human,” Soyii supposed tonelessly. The one with the sense of humor.
“Hurluck had his dinner,” Wagr said.
They appeared. At first Hurluck’s dragging steps, almost silencing Iver’s careful walk. His expensive boots had to be absolutely unsuitable for this surface.
And then I saw them. He was stooping. Strange, I didn’t notice it before. Was it because he was exhausted? He kept his hands behind his back – and I understood they were still tied. Of course. I didn’t say to the darloxians to release him – they must have thought I wanted him this way. For how many hours? Well, I didn’t tighten the rope savagely. At least I hoped so.
But when I passed my eyes over his face I understood that there was something more wrong with him than just his hands. He was pale as paper. His skin was very fair all the time but now he seemed closer to a dead man than to an alive one. His eyes looked like tinted glass – the introspective gaze of somebody who saw the hell – and still was seeing it, despite of what really happened in front of him. His lips were white.
“Untie him,” I said to Hurluck.
A tentacle stretched groping for a knife. Iver didn’t seem to register how it moved behind his back. He shivered, however, when the steel blade touched his skin. The bits of the rope fell on the floor beyond him.
“Move,” the Darloxian pushed him to his back.
He made one more uncertain step. His hands dropped on his sides like sand bags. If there were any traces on his wrists I couldn’t see them under the sleeves of his dark-blue crumpled jacket.
I watched Iver’s face closely when he raised his hands a little in front of him with a bit of effort and span them. He didn’t make any sound but there was something like involuntary tears in his eyes.
“Sit, human,” Hurluck said.
Very submissively he took the low seat, the one with no Darloxians sitting. I watched him continually – but he didn’t look back at me. his tired eyes wandered without stopping anywhere. It seemed everything was the same for him – no difference if he saw me, or a Darloxian, or simply furniture.
And really – I thought – why should it be otherwise?
I pushed a plastic glass to him. His lips moved – he had to be terribly thirsty by then. I saw his hand reaching for the glass and then he almost dropped it. He couldn’t hold it – his fingers were deadened! I gazed at him smiling malevolently.
He made a gasp. We all watched him how he took the glass with both his hands. He drank swiftly.
I looked at him – and at Hurluck still standing behind the sofa. His tentacles were floating in the air above Iver’s head – but he couldn’t possibly see what happened. His smallness seemed almost startling against the background of the Darloxian’s bulk. He sat uneasily on the brink of the seat, with his hands curled on his lap. And he still didn’t look at me. The empty glass was more interesting for him!
“What do you want to say, Hurluck?” I shifted my eyes to the Darloxian abruptly. I saw him trying to verbalize his thoughts.
“The humans think we are loathsome,” he said slowly, in his squealing sharp voice.
I smiled. I lolled back to put my head on Neaf’s saggy shoulder and rejoined:
“but that’s all right. We don’t have to like them back.”
“I don’t like humans,” Hurluck declared. “they are wretched.”
It made Wagr said to him something about me. I laughed. I didn’t mind.
“But they are not too small. They can be made pleasure from,” said Hurluck.
I stopped tapping my fingers on Neaf’s primary tentacle. And started again. Swirling florescence of my last joint appeared before my eyes for a moment.
“Yeah?” my own voice sounded remote but level. I looked at Hurluck tranquilly.
“It has to be inspected,” he said.
Only for a moment I glanced at Iver. Was he realizing we were speaking about him? He didn’t stir, didn’t change his pose. There was this agonizing expression on his face. Look at me, I cursed, why don’t you?! He didn’t.
“Well,” now my voice was more frisky. “I’ve told you. You are welcome.”
“It’s all right with Chthri-Darren,” I heard Hurluck saying to Soyii.
Sometimes even I was stunned with the speed they could move. Soyii stood up. It seemed there was the swish when their lowest tentacles stretched and wound round Iver’s wrists. They yanked him from the sofa, raised him in the air for a moment and stood again, in the vacant space behind the seat. Iver kicked instinctively when they plucked him – he lost his boot.
“no… Please…” some messy words he did say – probably well aware himself how useless they were.
They bent him over the back of the sofa quickly, pressing him to it. There was some fuss with his clothes. I stood up abruptly and stepped to them.
Iver’s face was pink and distorted – the most vulnerable face I’ve ever seen. He tilted it up – now he let me look in his eyes – too late. His tender mouth was half-opened – as if he was going to scream. But he didn’t. He didn’t exhale, too. It was just his rounded lips on the level of my crotch. I felt hotness spreading in the bottom of my belly.
“the human can be opened wide enough,” Soyii made his verdict. they didn’t went in, I thought, I saw it on Iver’s face. He was jerking – not great movements – he was restrained in his motions.
“hey, human,” I said. “Do you want to make pleasure for Hurluck?”
His eyes were slowly focusing on me – with the utter misery that made me think about a suffering animal – how it looks because people can’t understand its language.
But, of course, Iver could speak.
“No,” he whispered.
“But you’ll have to,” I said. “Keep him up.”
Hurluck and Soyii stretched him.
Upright, with his arms spread as wide as possible he was in a kind of crucified position now, struggling to stay on his feet. His face was a grimace of pain. I knew they probably stretched him to the point of discomfort – but they didn’t squeeze his wrists too tightly to injure them.
I didn’t care how roughly they held him. And why should I? The human. That was word perfect. He was a human. And I was no more.
I stepped over the back of the seat and looked at him.
He had his pants off, down around his ankles. His shirt was long enough to cover him – but I saw they didn’t take his jockeys off – just pulled them down of his bum. He looked like a little boy going to make caca.
“you are a passenger here, Iver,” I said looking at his face. “Don’t you know the passengers should pay for their journey? It seems our hosts do not mind to take the payment in services.”
“No,” Soyii made a sound that was laughter. “Not at all.”
Hurluck was horny by then. His penis, which I usually saw limp and pendulous under his wrinkled belly, was extended. The skin on it became darker and glistened slightly. I knew Iver didn’t see it.
Iver was trembling. It was as if they stretched him too much – like a string under tension. there was a tiny clear sound in the silence – and after a while I understood it was his teeth chattering.
“Darren…” for the first time he said my name – like a shock wave going through me. “I’ll do whatever else…”
“And whatever else – too.”
I didn’t want to listen to him any more. I put my forefinger to his dry tender lips to shush him.
Other darloxians – Neaf and Wagr – shifted behind me, moving closer. I could see their reflections in Iver’s ink-dark eyes, widely opened. He was so pale as if he was passing out. But, maybe, he was, I thought.
I didn’t want it.
“Cheer up, you prick,” I pawed his face in both my hands, hypnotized with the sensation of his smooth skin. “come on, you are not going to spoil the fun?”
His cheeks under my thumbs were wet. I reached my hand and he gasped. I don’t know what he thought – I wanted only to take off his neck-tie. A bright yellow-blue thing – ridiculous color now, when his face was so deadly. I yanked the knot until in loosened off. His throat was moving constantly – as if he didn’t stop swallowing, never easy for a moment.
I started dealing with the tiny buttons of his shirt. My peripheral sight registered the Darloxians. Now not only Hurluck but Soyii, too, had erection. It was whom I saw. I wondered about Wagr. Perhaps. No one of them displayed impatience.
Iver’s thin silky shirt was wet of sweat so much that it stuck to his body. I had to pull it aside to bare his chest. I didn’t take it off – and how I could, let me ask, with his wrists in the pliers of my Darloxians’ tentacles? But they would take care about it further, I was sure.
His chest was unblemished. I thought about my own tattoos – it was so strange to look at a man’s chest without these “decors”. I found the thought that I didn’t see a naked body (excluding my own) for quite a while. A bit of my mind tried to recall when I had been at a brothel last time and I discarded the thought as unnecessary. My cock was painfully hard.
Iver almost didn’t have hair on his chest – like a young boy. His nipples were tiny and flat, just pale pink rounds. I rubbed them with both my palms roughly trying to make them erect.
“What’s with you, fuck,” I murmured. “Show us what a beauty you are.”
I didn’t feel like laughing – but I made a chuckle.
“For God’s sake…” he said it. He made several shaky sobs and stopped it. It was not that he tried to reason me. He couldn’t. It was just his misery speaking.
His white jockeys were still covering his genitals somehow, exposing a little of his curly pubic hair, so fair. I passed the back of my hand over them and he flinched – but it was probably only reflex.
“Looks like you don’t like to be touched,” I mumbled. Nobody answered me.
The wish to press my own furious hard-on to his soft overwhelming was overwhelming. I bit my lip without feeling it. I looked to his face but he was looking down, to what my hands were doing there.
“Look at Chthri-Darren,” Soyii stretched another his tentacle occasionally and raised Iver’s chin. Now his suffering eyes were looking at me – in such pain that it was a kind of vertigo to look in them. I regretted that I looked in them. He made me think about a dying animal once more.
But, of course, he was not going to die of what I was doing to him.
I shifted my gaze back abruptly, to much more pleasing sight of his flat belly sucking shallow gasps.
I put my palms on his narrow bare thighs, feeling the slightest down on them, so fair that it was almost imperceptible. My fingers played with it absent-mindedly as I felt my teeth tearing my own numb lip until I drew blood.
His thighs were narrow – boyish. He was more narrow than me, all in all, a frail slender being. So fair. Every time this paleness of his startled me, making me ache inside. I put my palms around him.
He was tensed. He tried to escape me – well, I expected it. But it was not much possible for him to escape. His small bum was tensed, drawn-in. I was drowning in the sensation, with my fingers kneading his unyielding flesh, digging as deep as they went.
His mouth gaped open slightly. He was sobbing shamelessly.
Something cold and slightly clammy touched my hand. Familiar sensation. A tentacle, I didn’t even knew whose. It was slithering down his cleft. He moved forward – so, that he almost touched me. He didn’t have much choice. Every choice was bad for him.
I stepped back.
“You shit,” my hand rose and slapped him on his face. “Have a good time!”
I went to the door.
The End of Part 4
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