Chapter 23: Arrival

Sea Hag and the alien shuttle are stored aboard and encapsulated inside the alien mothership’s hold. My robot named Wreck, girlfriends Oops and Brenda, and I have been aboard the Sea Hag for roughly three years. Originally, Wreck was captured aboard the shuttle when both my ships were tractor beam dragged into the hold. In order to better please young Brenda, I invited Wreck to leave the shuttle and join us aboard Sea Hag. A quick body swap, was what I had in mind. Wreck wears a replica, or a buffed up replica of my body as it was when I was twenty five. My Gruncle Iron version cyborg body I wear, appears a buffed and muscular sixty.

Brenda thinks Gruncle Iron is sexier looking than youthful Ricky or Wreck posing as a younger me. Brenda never knew her daddy, so might explain a fixation on an older man. Oops simply loves me regardless of my alien appearance. We are entirely different species and phyla as well as other worldly.

Some erotic anime and sex comics once upon a time, displayed naked women sexually abused by tentacled monsters. My delectable tentacled girlfriend doesn’t abuse me. She just coaches me into self abuse. Not very often recently. Oops prefers I ejaculate inside Brenda and the Brenda dribble our mutual juices on Oops sensitive belly while squatting over above Oops. Apparently both genders chemicals and hormones in the alien human jizz gets Oops off.

Nearly three years have passed since our abduction. Sea Hag has armament capable of blasting out ot the hold, but does not have the range of an interstellar ship. Neither does the shuttle we were promised and shares the hold with us.

Navigation would also be a difficult problem, without knowing a point of departure. A starting point. I have absolutely no idea where we are, or where we would be if we escaped. Best tactic? Survive and wait it out.

Normally, we would do a lot of the waiting stored in cryostasis, asleep and oblivious to the passage of time. We don’t have that option, so we entertain ourselves and each other, the best we can. Like poor folks wit no other diversion, we find solace in sexual pleasure. Fortunately, I long ago decided not to risk my balls beyond the safe confines of the starship MOM! My scrotum was unsnapped and stored aboard MOM before I departed for the planet surface. Fortunate I say, because otherwise, seventeen, or soon to be seventeen year old Brenda would be a young mother with at least a couple of bawling brats by now. Our love making has no pregnancy consequences. The thousands of gallons of aphrodisiac oyster sauce I’ve created and stored aboard will last us a long time. Only needs a sip to get Brenda and I into a sex maniac phase.

My cyborg body is indefatigable, and Brenda has the stamina and resilience of youth. Oops is merely insatiable.

The three years did not pass quickly, but pleasantly. Or pleasurably if you insist. Now we are in free-fall weightlessness. Three years of acceleration and deceleration provided a sense of gravity. Now there is none. We have arrived in an orbit about some planet is the obvious explanation. Arrival. Where?

Nowhere. Somewhere.

Should we blast our way out of the hold and escape? At least try to escape? Unwise to jump precipitously from the skillet into the fire. We are not in imminent danger of destruction or attack, though one maybe is being planned against us. If we are to soon engage in life or death combat, there are a few tings I want to do first.

“Ladies? My guess is we are arrived, and sooner than I expected.”

“Where, Gruncle Iron?”

“Shangri-La.”

“Really?”

“If we are going to speculate, without any clues, my suggestion is we speculate upon pleasant possibilities. Preferable mood and anticipation, and more productive rather than rending our flesh and tearing our hair over imagined nightmares. Don’t you think?”

“I love you and your perpetual optimism, Gruncle Iron. I always feel reassured and calm in your presence.”

“Calm? Even when I do this to you?”

“Not fair, but don’t stop. Please!”

“How about you, Oops? Are you pessimistic or optimistic about our arrival? Are you able to remain calm while I tickle your cute little pink swimmers?”

“As Brenda pleads, don’t stop. However, I don’t need to speculate. Communication alleviates ignorance. We are around a colony world of the alien beings who call themselves PLUS. They want you to produce a music industry for them. That’s why they abducted you.”

“So, they aren’t planning to cook us and eat us then?”

“You don’t don’t need to worry about anybody else eating you Brenda, that’s MY job!”

I proceeded.

Hope you’re enjoying.

Yob