Quicksilver
by Chris Chris
*** 13 ***
As we head to the power area, I notice motion through a window on our right. Two of the altered women are working on some strange modern sculpture in the middle of the room, and they either don’t notice us or pay no attention. It’s plain that they’ve been altered, not only by their pale skin and red lips, but the strategically placed chrome on their bodies. I wave the pistol towards the two. “What’s this? Yet another new perversity?”
The doctor turns and smiles knowingly. I feel at every moment that he is still in charge here, even though I’m the one with the gun. “That’s a breeding pair, preparing for mating. You should stop for a minute and watch this—it’s quite interesting, and I’m sure your understanding of the aliens would improve by seeing it. Here, the dark haired one will be the host—her partner is assisting her into the restraints”
“Restraints? What are they going to do to her?”
“It’s not painful. No, not at all. But they do need to hold her still.”
The chrome ‘sculpture’ is the restraint—I can see that now. The partner has the host nearly in. It has her standing spread eagled. When she presses her arms and legs back into the supports, the chrome flows around the wrists and ankles to seamlessly secure her. Then the whole sculpture starts to flow and she is lifted slightly off the floor, her legs slowly bending at the knees but still spread, as if in stirrups. I could see that the sculpture had extruded a feed tube which was now joined with the port on her head, pumping the sticky fluid.
“The aliens are inorganic, it is true”, he says, “but remember they require an organic host for breeding. They will implant the embryo inside of her, and then it’s ‘power up’ will be provided by the host’s orgasms. It will not inherit anything from the host except it’s life energy, so in fact it will not really be her offspring. I’ve actually no idea where the embryo comes from in the first place. For all I know, all the aliens are clones of one another, much like amoebas.”
I am only half listening to him. The restraint has stopped moving, and the assistant has donned a blindfold. The host’s eyes are open. In fact, she seems to have stopped blinking. The assistant drops to her knees and waddles forward to face the host’s hairless vagina. She puts her face to the pussy in front of her and kisses it, then stays there. Her head blocks my view so I can’t really see what’s happening, but it is easy to imagine.
“Look there—you can see the bulge in her abdomen when the assistant forces her enhanced tongue inside. This foreplay serves two purposes. First, the assistant’s special saliva will prepare the host’s vagina for the embryo. And second, the host is going to need to have a number of extremely powerful orgasms for the baby’s life to begin. With the Coatl hosts, this was easier, but for a human to achieve that sort of power she needs to be well trained and well prepared. You can see on the opposite wall there, the visual cortical stimulation has begun. That will help put the host into a deep trance. The brain stimulation from the implant can induce the state as well, but the lights make it stronger. Why don’t you watch it for a bit.”
In fact, I can’t help watching it. The lights draw my eyes like a magnet, silver and pulsating. There’s a pattern to it, if I look harder. Yes, I can almost see the pattern. There it is, more clearly. It’s sort of erotic. Oh, now it’s gone again, but maybe if I look more. Yes. Ooooh, that feels really nice. It makes me want to rub my nipples. Like this. Except I’m holding this stupid gun. I’ll just put it down. No, wait, that’s not right, why am I holding this gun?
Shit, he’s gone!
I snap awake, realizing with dread that I had nearly been sucked into that light show, and that the damned scientist had given me the slip. I am in trouble now, for sure, and part of me wants to leave this ship as soon as possible. But the breeding is beginning in front of me and I think I can watch it without getting trapped in the lights again.
I move a few steps right, so the window blocks the wall with the lights, but I can still see the two women. The host is clearly breathing deeper now, her eyes still wide open but unfocused now. The other is still servicing her repetitively, but without moving. I get my first sight of the aliens. They, like much of their artifacts, look like quicksilver blobs. They seem to be unaffected by gravity, as they float in some unfathomable dance above the host’s head, each one pulsating to an unheard beat.
One detaches itself from the swirling group, and melds with the port on the assistants head. She withdraws her tongue and stands, her arms stiff at her sides as if the alien forgot to have her use them for balance. She walks robotically to the side and sits, removing her blindfold to stare enraptured at the lights still throbbing on the wall. The alien leaves her head and returns to the group, now a whirling sphere of chrome that expands and shrinks rhythmically. It is easy to watch, and I feel my focus slipping again, becoming hypnotized by the alien dance. This time, though I can draw my eyes away—the dance is not intended to hold me.
The mass then blows up to twice it’s previous size and then gives off a blinding flash, and when I look back, the aliens have coalesced into a perfect sphere the size of a bowling ball. I can see my own reflection in it, disheveled and tired, no comparison to the two models of female perfection displayed before me. Both are less pale now, flushed and shining with perspiration. The assistant is clearly done for now, but she is nearly panting as she inertly watches the lights.
The sphere floats slowly into the host’s field of vision, but she has eyes only for the silver images on the wall beyond. It passes her chest, her chrome tipped breasts now beginning to heave as her breath grows quicker. It’s movement slows as it moves between her spread legs, glacially approaching the entrance to her womb. She jerks as the aliens contact her naked pussy. The sphere loses it’s shape and begins to ooze inside of her, her legs beginning to shake but still held fast by the metal cuffs.
As more of the alien mass flows, her body expands to encompass it, her legs quivering as her breath comes in shorter and faster gasps. Her gaze is still rapt, but her expression shows that she is aware of the pleasure inside of her. The aliens are inside her now, undulating and pulsing. The lips of her vagina are spread wide, barely surrounding the liquid metal visible inside. Then, responding to some unknown signal, the aliens begin to move quickly, thrusting in and out of her like a liquid dildo. Part of the mass is attached to her chrome clitoris, pulling away until only a strand connects them and then falling to cover her whole crotch.
She is shaking violently now, fighting the restraints, trying to move with the strokes of the alien, and then her orgasm hits. Her red lips open with a great moan of release that wavers in volume as the alien continues to hammer into her, the wavering growing more pronounced until she is grunting and pausing repeatedly. I watch the scene transfixed, for what seems like days. Drool is collecting on her lip, and a strand separates itself to fall on her full breast. The feed tube is glowing brightly, with waves of the orgasmic energy flowing down the metal restraint and then back into her body at her ankles.
Finally, the alien mass pulls out and separates itself again. As much as blobs can, they appear to be waiting. I am almost holding my breath when a tendril of silver emerges from her clenching womb, snaking it’s way up her belly like a kangaroo’s joey. Fully out now, it is no more than a foot long and narrow as a hose. It slithers to her chrome nipple and attaches itself seamlessly, then brings it’s tail to suckle her right breast as well, it’s silver rope of a body pulsing between the two white globes. The host woman is limp now, but the lights continue to throw glistening patterns on her moist skin and open eyes. One of the adult aliens has attached to the assistant, and maneuvered her back into her place of worship, where she begins to tongue the host again.
“The baby alien will feed like that for days, getting stronger from each of the host’s orgasms. The breeder pair then has a week to recuperate, and then the assistant serves as the next host.” The doctor has returned, and I jerk my weapon around to cover him, my reverie now broken.
“This is sick!” I scream at him, my hands shaking with rage as I keep the pistol fixed on his heart. I am as mad with myself as with him, for my fascination with the breeding, the fact that I hadn’t escaped when I had the chance, and the scarier fact that I had been aroused by it. I feel the need to let loose, to destroy him with a bullet of anger.
“Don’t shoot!", he cries, “I just came back to reason with you! Don’t you understand? This will do so much good for Earth! The end justifies the means!”
And that does it. My fury overwhelms me and I pull the trigger. The scene becomes slow motion as the recoil jerks my hand left and I only hit him in the shoulder. His crimson blood sprays on the institutionally white walls and he falls back. As I aim again, I hear someone behind me.
I wheel around and only panic for a split second before I notice her kind blue eyes and peace washes over me. I realize that everything is allright now, and she’s going to help me. I follow her down the corridor. I think the doctor is with us, but she’ll keep me safe from him. We enter a nearly bare room. I am led to a table in the corner and lie on my back. Her eyes soothe me, and she begins to stroke my cheek as another woman takes off my clothes. This is nice, I think, enraptured by twin pools of the deepest blue.
She reaches out of sight, and returns with four disks of metal. I know what they are, but I’m not worried since I know she will only help me. She puts one on my head and my eyes are drawn away from the woman to the ceiling and past to some imaginary point in space. I see nothing.
The feelings begin, warm and comfortable, and I part my legs slightly to help them along. Her hand feels nice on my cheek. But now stronger feelings press me. I want to move my hand, to rub my pussy and plunge my fingers inside but my hands are not responding. I can thrust my hips but it isn’t helping relieve the excitement. A voice is moaning in time with my movement. I suppose it is mine. Ohhh! I feel a fire grow inside my breasts, building and growing until it reaches the nipples and then burns like a candle. I can feel my orgasm building like a wave building at sea, the crest rising higher and higher. Now the fire starts in my pussy, creeping out to the lips and then upwards to my clit. My clit erupts in a volcano of pleasure, and the orgasm crashes over me with the force of lava hitting water.
*** 14 ***
I wake up to see a pale dream in front of me. A nude woman, white as snow with lips flushed with blood, red as the reddest lipstick. Our eyes are locked in a gaze at once comfortable and intense, as lovers of many years once separated and now meeting again. She begins to revolve, clockwise. The wall behind her seems to be turning as well, only half as fast, the glittering ‘N’ painted on it slowly becoming an ‘Z’. Our gaze breaks and I see she is bald, with black latex on her head as if she was dipped to the eyebrows. From the top of her head a pair of cables extend, pulsing with fluid. It looks right, perfectly right.
We slowly rotate, and I am facing her pussy. I have a sense of deja vu, something I am remembering but not really remembering. And then she begins to float towards me. I smell something, and it fits right in with the non-memory. Her legs spread. I spread mine. We draw closer. I can see her vagina in front of me, hairless and with a waxy texture to the skin, not completely human but very much correct. My lips part slightly.
I feel my chrome tipped breasts touch her belly, and a shock of arousal washes through me. I can sense myself growing wet, and the smell in front of my nose is strong. It’s coming back to me.. what to do.. I remember to tilt my head forward. My lips meet her lower lips in a tender kiss, and I feel another shock as something presses gently on my pussy, warm breath caressing the outer folds.
Now I remember. What I am to do. Forever. My lips part more and I extend my enhanced tongue, thrusting out. Thrusting out. Thrusting out.