Alien Games by Claudia Rose Page B

points embedding themselves in his skin caused Mort to buck and
moan. Jenna could feel the muscles of his back massaging her breasts, while his
undulating buttocks, and the tassels of the whip, pressed deliciously against
her pussy. For a few pleasurable minutes she held herself there, pressing her
sensitive breasts and pubic mound against him, and clawing him afresh every
time his muscles ceased to spasm.
    Finally she released her hold, and pondered the next round
of discipline.
    Mort, who had been dangling limply in his chains, jerked
back into life when, without warning, Jenna reached between his legs from
behind and grabbed his massive scrotum with one clawed glove.
    “These aren’t nuts, slave, they’re coconuts,” she remarked
crudely. “You’re a little too proud of having such big balls, aren’t you Morty
boy?”
    “Yes Mistress, I am sorry mistress.”
    “Sorry’s not good enough, Slave!”
    Jenna searched around and found another manacle, this time
one with a length of chain and a heavy steel ball attached to it. For a moment
that “normal” voice in her mind asked her what the hell she thought she was
doing, but her “other self” was too deeply immersed in the Reven experiment to
be able to halt it.
    “Yes, this should do,” she remarked.
    It took a bit of effort, but with one hand she managed to
clip the manacle around the base of Mort’s scrotum, while holding the heavy
weight in the other. The manacle clenched tightly, and Mort’s balls strained
heavily below the metal collar, shiny and swollen.
    “That should make your eyes water, Slave.”
    “Oh, yes Mistress,” gasped Mort.
    But as Jenna was standing back admiring her handiwork,
something amazing began to happen. The lips of the small slit, where Mort would
have had a penis had he been a Terran, began to part slowly, and a large black
knob pushed outwards from his body.
    “What are you doing Slave?” demanded Jenna, in startled
tones, even though she realized that the mystery of Gortsoitrevnian sexual
anatomy had just been solved for her.
    “I am sorry Mistress, I cannot help it, you are making me
very excited,” gasped Mort, who certainly sounded as if he was experiencing
much more pleasure than pain.
    “But I haven’t given you permission, Slave! For that you
will be severely punished.” As she said this, Jenna dropped the heavy metal
ball that she’d been holding. It fell quickly, until the chain attached to the
manacle encircling Mort’s scrotum jerked it to a halt. The effect was dramatic.
Mort’s whole frame convulsed, and a full eight inches of his huge penis slid
out of the sheath. Jenna was amazed, the organ was perfectly smooth, gleaming
black, and thicker than a baseball bat.
    “God, Slave! You look like you’re trying to launch an
intercontinental ballistic missile out of its silo. But you realize this is
very naughty, Morty. You are persisting in disobeying my direct instructions,
and for that I will have to increase your punishment.”
    “Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. I would like that very
much.”
    Earlier, Jenna had noticed that on one wall was a rack of
lethal looking implements. From its selection of whips, canes and floggers, she
selected a long springy riding crop with a firm grip, and a leather tongue at
one end.
    With this in hand she began circling the huge figure of the
Gort. Periodically, her eye would fasten on a piece of flesh that might be
particularly sensitive. Then without warning the crop would strike out at its
target. The lethal swish it made, as it flicked through the air was nothing to
the sharp crack, like the report of a rifle, that sounded when it came into
contact with Mort’s flesh. And with each strike of the crop, Mort’s great rod
would spasm and creep out even further. Only when Jenna had delivered five
final cracks to his scrotum without causing his penis to extend another inch,
was she certain that she’d stimulated him to his full length.
    “Impressive Slave, although I