Sexterminator
The trip to New York wasn’t going to be an easy or even a short one. Carol estimated they would reach their destination in two days. She wasn’t willing to drive all day and all night without stopping although Cantrell had been pressuring her to do so. Belivet had luckily interrupted their heated quarrel and gotten Cantrell to conform to Carol’s decision. Carol-2015 must not overexert herself, she’s the only car driver we’ve got.
Abby did drive as well, occurred to Carol but unfortunately her license had been shelved some months ago after she’d been provoked to drive her Jaguar inside a topless bar in downtown Roswell. She’d paid for the damage and even been able to slip a few bills inside her lady friend’s thong – that had been the main reason for her unexpected vehicular penetration – but she’d been intoxicated as well. The police hadn’t been particularly understanding – or the lady friend who had ditched Abby the minute the law enforcement had showed up.
Belivet, Cantrell and Harrison had been so immersed in their plans they were exhausted once all six of them finally got on the road. Carol suggested the aliens take a nap on the back seat and Rindy keep her company for a change. Abby couldn’t join her in the front anyway since Cantrell had to have her hands inside her shirt all the time. This subsequently led to some seriously compromising sleeping positions and, as far as Abby was concerned, a stiff neck. She didn’t seem to mind it all that much. “It’s a small price to pay for other stiffening parts of my body,” she had chuckled to Carol. Something about Abby’s comment bothered Carol to a certain extent. She knew her friend needed release just as desperately as she had only a short while ago.
The aliens fell asleep in no time with Abby lying on top of Cantrell like a helpless turtle flipped over on its shell. It seemed unlikely she would catch sleep at all but after a while a steady snoring filled the back of the Chevy like a tranquil, oscillating hum from a hive-box.
Rindy was preoccupied with a book she had just pulled out of her backpack. Carol couldn’t make the title of it. “What’s that you’re reading?” she asked wanting to make conversation.
“Come As You Are. A Guide for Hatchlings…” Rindy winked her eye mischievously at her mother. “By the one and only Sister Alicia.” She showed Carol the cover of the booklet featuring a naked Terezian covering her blow-off nozzle with a bouquet of spinach as a feral fig leaf.
“You swiped it?” Carol whispered between her teeth. “Where did you get it?” She couldn’t believe her daughter’s nerve.
“Of course I swiped it,” Rindy mouthed back. “Cantrell shoved most of the stuff in her duffel bag and pretty much forgot about it. She may be awesome eye candy but, hey, let’s face it, she’s not the brightest star in the galaxy.” Tapping the booklet with her fingers, Rindy was obviously very proud of herself.
Hot and half-witted, just the way Abby likes them, Carol thought sighing heavily. “Well… what does it say?” She couldn’t help her curiosity any more than Abby could help ramming her car inside a closed gin joint.
First glancing slyly behind her, Rindy cleared her throat and started to read quietly, hoping none of it would reach the others in the back.
My Dear Hatchling,
It is my utmost pleasure to welcome you to our midst. You have only just started on the path of both your personal fulfillment and common good. Make the most of your time on Terez, make it matter by willingly sharing what is yours to give. I, your Supreme Commander, expect nothing less than total submission to the Five Basic Rules defined in the first chapter…
“What are the Five Basic Rules?” Carol interrupted taking a nervous look at the rear view mirror. The aliens as well as Abby seemed to be perfectly unaware of their forbidden pastime.
Rindy leafed over to the right page. “Rule number one: Be Prepared.”
“That sounds like something out of a scouts’ manual,” Carol snorted amusedly. Somehow she knew there had to be more to it.
Rindy shook her head. “Not exactly… this refers to the right of the first night and goes on describing in minute detail how a hatchling is to prepare her body for her rite of passage with Sister Alicia…” She blushed reading the next lines.
“What? What?” Carol couldn’t wait for her to continue.
“There’s first a full-page description of the baths and the massages she’s supposed to take during the week before the ultimate encounter. The exact amount of spheres and greens to be consumed to attain the perfect mind and body alignment…” Rindy elaborated. “And then… hang on,” she said focusing on the text once more.
“A hatchling is to lie down on the pink, fur-lined cocoon her naked body exposed to full view. When the supreme commander enters the hut, she is not to move or utter a single word unless asked to…” Soon after that Rindy’s face turned crimson.
“WHAT? WHAT?” Carol’s impatience was reaching a new level.
“I can’t read you this… you’re my mother, for Chrissakes!” Rindy blurted out. She handed the book over to Carol pointing out the underlined paragraph.
Carol took a look at the page Rindy was holding for her. “Oh my fucking god…” she gasped a flash of heat surging through her core. “How can anyone survive that… I mean while being strapped down? She’s a one kinky commander…” The thought of Belivet doing something similar to her was literally uplifting, though.
“It has obviously a lot to do with the second rule, Be The Good Girl She Knows You Can Be,” Rindy commented. “The only thing a hatchling can lose is the respect of her Supreme Commander, it says in here,” she went on. “So nothing’s off limits – not even the full rainbow thrust she is so willing to depict in here...”
“Even if it leads to aphasia? I noticed it when you showed me the page”, Carol asked quizzically.
“It’s supposedly only temporary… according to this, nine out of ten experience aphasia after their first time”, Rindy pointed out, “so it’s really nothing out of the ordinary. They get to use the demand helmet after all.”
“What is a demand helmet?” Carol asked nervously.
“It provides oxygen supply flow only when the hatchling inhales,” Rindy answered dryly. “But I’m more impressed with the DP system here. Sister Alicia is not only monitoring the hatchling’s position but also calculating the optimal angles and thruster outputs here… she’s going in deep but she’s not reckless, I’ll have to give her that, she’s well aware of the moment of congestion…”
The back seat showed signs of awakening. “Put the bloody book away, now!” Carol hissed at Rindy who was quick to comply.
Once they made it to Gary, Indiana, Carol called it a day. “We all need recharging,” she pointed out paying special attention to Abby who didn’t look too good. She is frustrated and miserable, and she needs to get off, Carol decided. She had had several hours to think about Abby’s predicament and she was ready to be as clever and cunning as possible to help her best friend to achieve it. I will make sure you’ll get what’s coming to you tonight, she thought a new determination stirring up in her loyal heart.
“Rindy…” she whispered to her daughter, “I need your help. Abby needs your help.” Rindy was all ears and when she realized it was indeed to aid her dear godmother she was only too eager to oblige.
Undressing for bed, Carol heard muffled cries from her daughter’s adjoining room. Before she stormed in Belivet stopped her. Don’t. Grabbing her hands, Belivet blocked her way.
It’s my daughter, for crying out loud! Carol transmitted helplessly. And she’s literally crying out loud.
It is a cry of joy, Carol-2015, Belivet assured her. She is experiencing what the Terezian folklore calls a symmetrical clutch, a sexless coupling, if you will. Her explanation did nothing to ease Carol’s troubled mind. They are just exploring their mating surfaces, Belivet hastened to add, and Harrison will undoubtedly utilize an appropriate gasket to prevent any unnecessary leakage in Rindy-16.
The mention of her teenager’s mating surface was enough to rattle Carol even more. She tried to push her way past Belivet but the petite alien was surprisingly strong. Carol-2015, your moral outrage is uncalled for, Belivet transmitted gravely. We saved your daughter from an unwanted pregnancy only a few days ago, and now you are all riled up about her affection for Harrison? Her sharp eyes cleaved Carol’s resistance in a single bolt of emerald.
You’re right, Carol admitted although the idea of having to listen to Rindy’s sexless coupling was certainly unnerving. Leveling her breathing, she dropped her panties off and slipped between the covers.
Carol-2015, Belivet murmured silently, I believe it’s our time to explore the unknown universe once more… She reached into her bag to bring out the desired dolphin. It’s not here! Belivet nearly gasped in disbelief. Where’s the dolphin??? She was getting very agitated.
Maybe Cantrell removed it from your bag? Carol suggested, carefully focusing on not letting her mind wander anywhere else.
That must be it… Belivet sat slowly down on the bed her beautiful, bare torso making Carol already regret her earlier decision.
Isn’t there anything we can do without the dolphin..? Carol pleaded noticing the pained look on Belivet’s face. She took it as a good sign. Her need to conquer the final frontier was again coursing through her restless veins.
You could wear the red killer heels we found in Todd-1961, Belivet suggested wriggling her eyebrows.
What do they do? Carol really needed to know all about their hidden potential.
Oh, nothing really, Belivet replied almost coquettishly, but I bet they’d look really hot on you…
Realizing her favorite alien had a shoe fetish, Carol leapt over Belivet’s side of the bed and reached for her goody bag. Feeling like a sex-starved Cinderella seeking a second fitting, she slipped the stilettos on and waited for Belivet to lose her self control. It didn’t take long. Oh, Carol-2015, you have no idea what you do to me… she mumbled enraptured. I will do my very best not to harm you, baby…
There it was again, the baby, in Belivet’s breathless outburst but this time it escaped Carol’s conscious thought. Oh darling, just go for the mating surfaces… if need be, I’ll finish it off when you’re done… She was ready to blow her gasket one way or another.
It was awfully early when both Carol and Belivet woke up to a terrible, ear-deafening racket. Disoriented, Carol didn’t know at first where it emanated from but when she saw Rindy and Harrison dart out of their bedroom, she was certain it had to come from Abby and Cantrell’s room.
After a few quick steps down the corridor, Belivet was already banging on their door. Others had followed right after hearing the sound now recognized as Cantrell’s body alarm grow louder and louder every second. Harrison forced the door open with Belivet’s assistance. The sight that greeted them inside scared Carol out of her wits: Abby was lying motionless on the wall-to-wall carpeting with a harebrained smile on her face. Her entire body vibrating, screeching with hazard, Cantrell tried her best to resuscitate her manually.
Seeing what had happened, Belivet took charge. Harrison, get the Sexterminator, NOW. Harrison dashed back to their room only to return ten seconds later with the mysterious metal paddle device found in Todd-1961.
“Abby, Abby!” Carol cried out wringing her hands in desperation, “What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she waking up?”
Stand back, Cantrell, Belivet commanded her hunky sister who seemed unable to understand her firm request. Harrison lifted her by the armpits and only now it became obvious that the mighty warrior was in fact sobbing uncontrollably. Belivet attached the paddles on Abby’s crotch and gave her a jolt.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” Carol screamed not believing what had just happened. Crying, Rindy was clinging to her right arm.
She’s had an unsupervised dolphin ride, Belivet explained focusing on the task at hand. One more time… Another jolt made Abby’s hips thrust violently forward. Belivet leaned in to detect any signs of reawakening. Somehow she got a hold of the dolphin and now she’s paying the price for it.
Oh my god, what have I done, rushed through Carol’s mind as Belivet prepared to apply her final blow on Abby’s limp frame.