Alien Games by Claudia Rose

she was going with this
time, but to his surprise he saw that all three of the alien females were
leaving as well. The four males looked at each other with surprise as their
companions abruptly departed.
    “It seems we are not required today,” stated Ghanjihi
matter-of-factly.
    “Pity,” stated Fritti. “A foursome appeals to me at any
time, and particularly that foursome.” He leered as he said this, and his tail
twitched erratically. “I wouldn’t mind being an observer, either.”
    “I’m not too bothered,” rumbled Mort. “As tender as
yesterday’s loving was, I could do with another day or two to re-gather my
energies. I feel a little weak.”
    “Well,” said Bruce. “What do we do to pass the time?”
    * * * * *
    When the women came out of their trance they were standing
in a very different room to the one Jenna had been in yesterday. It was well lit,
although not too brightly, and practically unfurnished. In shape it was a large
square, and at each of the corners stood a strange mechanical device.
    “Oh good!” exclaimed Mmerr, in evident delight. “Reven
toys!”
    “It would seem so,” agreed Ranisha, smiling to herself.
    “Who wants what first?” chortled Zhorta.
    “Hang on a minute,” interjected Jenna. “I think you people
need to enlighten me a little here. What are Reven toys, and what are we
supposed to do? And where the hell have my clothes gone again?” she wailed as
an afterthought.
    Before anyone could explain, the mechanical Reven voice
intruded.
    “Subjects, you are required to use each of the devices in
turn. When all have climaxed on one rotation you will move onto the next
machine. When you have climaxed on all four machines the experiment will be
over. Attach yourself to a device immediately.”
    “Jenna,” whispered Ranisha urgently. “These are Reven
pleasure machines and we must each use one. Seat yourself in the chair over
there—but watch the rest of us also so that you know what to do in subsequent
rotations.”
    “What? You mean I have to sit on those sad contraptions
while they try and make me come. This gets sicker by the minute. Anyway I don’t
think I can come four times in a row.”
    “These are Reven machines,” grinned Ranisha. “You’ll come a
lot more than four times I would think. Now quickly, get to the chair before
the controller chip does something unpleasant to you!”
    Ranisha hurried to a corner and entered what appeared to be
a vertical plastic cylinder opened down its center. It was about three-foot in
diameter and eight-foot high. Once inside, Ranisha stood looking relaxed and
smiled reassuringly across at Jenna.
    The “toy” the others had left her was a fairly ordinary
looking easy-chair. Having no other option, Jenna reluctantly seated herself in
it. When she sat down, however, she gave a start because the seat wasn’t firm.
Not only did it recline as soon as she had lowered herself into it, but it felt
as if she were sinking into its surface. Whatever substance the chair was made
of, it was warm and soft. As it gave beneath her the sensation reminded Jenna
of the time she’d lowered herself into a hot-mud bath. She didn’t stop sinking
until most of her body was absorbed into the device. When she looked down she
could see her breasts and thighs rising from the surface like islands on a calm
sea, other than that she was fully submerged in whatever the hell the thing was
made of. There was no discomfort, quite the opposite, but Jenna knew she
couldn’t have moved a muscle had she wanted to. She looked over to see what the
others were doing.
    Mmerr had headed straight for a machine that looked
positively obscene. It stood about waist high, and was shaped remarkably like
the back of a horse. The difference was that where the saddle should have been,
there was a very dramatic looking phallus, as well as a number of lesser
protrusions. Mmerr hadn’t mounted the device yet, she was stroking the phallus
with her tail and purring