A Second Helping
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
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.
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