Alien Games by Claudia Rose

was in a strange dungeon, full of machines of torture,
with only a hulking alien for company. But she felt too pissed-off for that.
This whole experience was getting more and more ridiculous. Unusual emotions
were seething in her mind and a devil-may-care anger was taking control of her.
Where were these feelings coming from? She couldn’t explain why, but she really
wanted to make someone pay for the bloody stupid things that kept happening.
That was when she realized that something else was different.
    “What the hell am I wearing?”
    “It is your uniform Mistress, I believe it suits you well.”
    “I look like a bloody dominatrix! And if you call me
Mistress one more time, I’m going to knock your teeth out!”
    The “uniform” wasn’t something Jenna would ever have
considered wearing, not even to a masked party of the cast of the Rocky
Horror Picture Show . She was clad in gleaming black boots that went halfway
up her thighs. Affixed to the bottom of each boot were some of the most lethal
looking stiletto heels she’d ever seen. She was literally balancing on spikes.
The rest of the outfit consisted of an elaborate assemblage of skimpy leather
straps that somehow contrived to cover her nipples and her pussy—just. Like her
thighs, her arms were encased in gleaming leather gloves, the fingers of which
finished in small metal claws. A little whip, like a tiny cat-o-nine-tails,
dangled from the belt around her waist.
    She looked around at the Gort, who seemed to be cowering—she
couldn’t think of another word for it—behind her. His cringing was getting on
her nerves, so she decided to ignore him and see if she couldn’t find a way out
of this ridiculous room.
    But when Jenna tried walking she almost tripped. Six-inch
heels weren’t something she raced triathlon in. And worse, the tight leather
covering her crotch rubbed irritatingly between the lips of her pussy at the
slightest movement.
    “Are you all right Mistress?”
    “God damn it Mort! I told you what would happen if you
called me that again. Do you want me to give you a hiding?”
    “Oh yes please Mistress, that would be most pleasant. I have
been very bad. I am sure I deserve it.”
    “Oh Christ, Mort!” she exclaimed in disgust. “I can’t
believe you’re a bloody masochist! Don’t you think a big huge piece of alien
beefsteak like you could do a bit better than being a mommy’s boy?”
    “I am sorry Mistress. Mort is pathetic. And I have made you
angry. I didn’t mean to make you angry Mistress. I deserve to be disciplined.”
    “You’re damn right you do King Kong! If no one else is going
to make a man out of you, then I’d better do you the favor!”
    Jenna was almost livid with rage by this time. All the
irritation she’d been experiencing was suddenly focused on the huge
Gortsoitrevnian who was cringing so abjectly in front of her. Quickly she
looked around to see what she could find that would serve her purposes. The
first things she discovered were a pair of extremely strong manacles joined by
a three-foot length of heavy chain.
    “Stop sniveling, pick those up, and clamp them on your
wrists. And hop to it!”
    Mort obeyed with alacrity. In seconds he had locked the
heavy bands to his wrists and stood passively waiting for his next instruction.
    His passivity irritated Jenna even more. Her fingers
twitched over the little whip that hung at her side. Experimentally she
unhooked it and swung it through the air, it made a high pitched swish.
    “Come and stand here, and move quickly or I’ll tickle you up
with this!” Jenna commanded.
    She pointed at a heavy hook that was attached to a chain.
The chain ran through an overhead pulley and down to a winch. When Mort stood
before her, she attached the hook to the chain joining his wrist manacles
together. Then she walked over to the winch and started turning it. Gradually
the chain tightened and began to pull Mort’s great arms upwards. Soon his hands
were being winched above