HowtoPleaseanAlien (7 page)

“Don’t do that!” Donego put his hand between the wall and Kianto’s head. “You will only hurt yourself.” He traced the other man’s cheek and chin with his fingers, trying to find soothing words. “Listen, stories about martyrs are valuable. Why should we ruin them?”

“We?” Kianto pressed air out of his lungs and tried to move away from Donego, but the chains were connected to the floor and went taut. Kianto cursed.

“Calm down, please, it is not as you think.”

Kianto pressed his lips together, telling Donego without words that he did not believe him.

Donego sighed exasperatedly.

“I’ve been here for more seasons than you can imagine. Why, they even call me the
founder of the entertainment group
. I wonder if the peasants in the villages would still call me a Rahenian. Are there horns sprouting out my head?”

The joke did not go well. Kianto grimaced and Donego lifted his hands in defense.

“All right, blame me. I still think the Mawanies are a good people. They have different rites, another language and they jump higher than a house, but they don’t mean harm to the Rahenians.”

“They are invaders. Don’t you see that? The peasants work hard and still they live worse than before the flat-nosed came.”

“That is your point of view. But in some seasons ahead the Rahenians will learn to cherish the Mawanies.”

“I doubt that.”

“Doubt all you want, but the first to turn to them were the parents of sick children the Mawanies healed not so long ago. Does that count for nothing?”

They both turned when something tumbled across the floor. Donego stood quickly and checked. When he found Deran, he brought the struggling boy to Kianto.

“Why don’t you tell this rascal to stay away from you?” he accused the man on the floor. “Why do you encourage him over and over to visit you?”

“I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!” Donego fumed. He cursed under his breath, relieved that no guard showed up. Deran fought his grip and even bit his finger. “Damn you!” He dropped the boy on the ground.

“They bound you again!” Deran blurted. “Did you ask them to?”

“No, not this time.”

“He committed a crime and is being punished,” Donego hissed. “And that will happen to you, too! You earned it just by annoying me!”

“I heard what you said!” Deran turned and spat at Donego’s feet. “You betray us! You betray our people! I will tell the elders in my village and they will cast you out!”

“They already did,” Donego shot back, then turned to vanish into a room close by.

“Shall I try to untie you?” Deran asked.

“You can’t. The tethers might be made of wood, but they are still very strong. And I don’t know what would happen to us both if I tried to escape.”

“I told you they cannot be trusted.”

“You were right.”

Donego hurried back, a tankard in his hand. He put it into Deran’s hands.

“Here. Drink this. It’s good for you. And then you have to leave.”

“I don’t want to—”

“What is this?” Kianto frowned. “Why do you want him to drink it?”

Donego did not look up, but forced a smile for Deran on his face.

“Hey, this is really good. If you want to it tastes like
vinti
-juice. And if you think of something else, it will taste different.”

“I’m sure it’s an export hit,” Kianto cut in, “but why should he drink it now?”

“He has to. Now do it,” Donego urged and pressed the tankard against Deran’s lips. “Drink!”

“It’s the same smell as the liquid Won’s father—”

“The one who made her!”

“Whatever! It’s still the same drink that I saw Hanjek and the others bottle down in their prison. Deran, don’t drink it!”

Deran tried to throw away the tankard. Donego cursed viciously, then grabbed the boy and pressed the tankard against his lips again. Kianto stretched to help Deran, but the chains pulled down his hands before he could reach the boy.

“Damn you, Donego! Don’t do this to him!”

“There is no other way!”

The clear liquid spilled over Deran’s chin and clothes while he fought with hands and feet. The boy sputtered and sneezed, but still Donego held him fast and made him swallow more than what dripped down. Only when the tankard was half empty did he let go. Deran wiped his mouth, spat and turned to flee. Donego watched him run through the next room and heard him climb down. He put down the tankard, grimacing with disgust.

“He’ll tell the elders and his family,” Kianto said. “And then the Rahenians will stand up once more.”

Donego turned upon the other man’s glee.

“We’ll see.”

* * * *

“What did you do to Donego?” Kianto asked when Won Ta Ki led him back to her chamber. Her girlfriends fell quiet behind them and Won Ta Ki cocked her head as if to find out where the question came from. “Why does he support your cause?”

“Lie down.” She left him no choice, one hand firm on his shoulder. Her strength was amazing as ever and again he lay flat on his back. “You have too many questions, Kianto.”

“You have too few answers yet.”

“Right.” Won Ta Ki took her time to take away all the tethers. He massaged his wrists and wanted to get up. She held him down. “And my time here is precious.” She used the
beladis-
muzzle to gag him and gently stroked his face when he struggled and tried to pull it off. She held his hands. “Don’t fight me. I am the one doing good. Now relax and we will talk when your muscles are no longer sore.”

Kianto still fought her eight-fingered hands when she pressed him into the floor. Soon he was enclosed by the fibers and felt the tiny teeth getting to work on his skin. He struggled to get up only to realize that the floor was nothing but another way to bind him. He was sucked under, screaming against the gag. The floor closed around and above him, giving him the illusion he was sinking deep. He saw nothing but long red fingers around him and feared suffocation. Yet, with a great intake of air he found out he could still breathe. Only his movement was hampered by the stuff around him. Unable to change the situation, he gave in as he had done before. His skin was pricked and gently bitten, his soles massaged. The small
murinjin
worked along his body, even exploring private areas. The sensation left him no choice but to enjoy the alien creature. His muscles turned to jelly, he forgot to fight, and he even forgot to be angry with Won Ta Ki and Donego. For a time uncounted, he floated weightless, thoughtless, embraced like a child in a womb.

He shivered when he surfaced and his orientation was worse than while being blindfolded. Kianto lay panting and freezing and tried to remember how the day had passed without him noticing. Outside it was too dark to see the outlines of the village in the distance. Only a few torches burnt.

Won Ta Ki came to him, a tankard in her hand.

“I will take off the gag now and you will remain quiet. If not, there will be no drink and no food.”

Kianto wondered why she spoke so stern with him. He could not remember having done something wrong. He simply nodded and the gag vanished. Kianto drank and waited until Won Ta Ki’s girlfriend brought some bits of food for him. It was not enough to satisfy his hunger, but better than nothing.

When the plates were gone, two of Won Ta Ki’s girlfriends sat beside him and began nibbling his toes. He watched what they were doing with growing arousal and when Won Ta Ki joined and caressed his belly to hunt further down, he did not want to remember the day. In the maze of his few thoughts he hardly noted that after meeting with the
murinjin
all of his pubic hair was gone as well as the rest of his body hair. His chest was smooth and very sensitive when Won Ta Ki ran her small split tongue around his nipples. Kianto reached for her, but she stopped him with a fierce glare. He put down his hands immediately. He would not want to anger the ladies in their game. Smiling, he gave in.

* * * *

Deran hastened home. He checked across his shoulder whether guards followed him or if the big, ugly man named Donego made a sport of chasing him to force him to drink more of that strange liquid, but he was alone. It was getting dark and he was tired. The way was terribly long, much longer than it used to be. In his mind he saw Hanjek and the Furious Five bang against doors and digging tunnels to escape the evil Mawanies. He doubled his efforts to get home. His father would listen to him and then the elders in the morning.

He panted and struggled to run faster.

Deran had known all along that the Mawanies were bad, but he had not realized that there could be Rahenians just as bad. It was a shock, but it would stir unrest among the villagers. He knew there was still lust to fight in them. The story of Hanjek still alive would spread faster than arrows could fly and within half a season time every man would be armed and ready to go against the invaders once more.

When he reached his home it was dark. The route had blurred before his eyes and he had taken a strange detour. The hut looked different as well and the torchlight burned all too bright in his eyes.

He slipped under the drape to get out of the drizzle. His father looked up, more concerned than angry and his mother came to hug him.

“Where have you been, Deran? We were worried.”

“I…” He pulled up his nose and searched his mind. When he could not recollect, he shrugged. “I wandered about the village and through the wood.” He kissed her wrinkled cheek. “I’m sorry. I forgot about time.”

Chapter Six

Kianto learned that many ways of pain led to bliss.

Won Ta Ki taught him some facts about Mawany rituals, about the Creator and their way of life after his rules and why the Rahenians were a special people among the many living in the galaxy. Kianto looked forward to more lessons every day and even more to the tethers she brought with her. Just seeing ropes and chains and blindfolds aroused him so that Won Ta Ki already joked about his behavior.

“There will be a time when I just show you a rope and your semen will spill.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Won Ta Ki made him stand on tiptoes while his wrists were bound high above his head and still he smiled.

“Your learning skills are amazing. I already told the one who made me and he might be convinced to release you once more.”

“I doubt it.” Kianto sighed. She had told him that the one who made her would not want her human pet go astray again. She gave no explanation, but held him tethered in her chamber or close to her whereabouts. He was not allowed to stay alone. “Na Ris Nei is very severe.” He shuddered. The sight of the old Mawany gave him the creeps. There were memories assaulting him in his sleep and he understood some of them were reflections of reality and not nightmares. He did not tell Won Ta Ki that he remembered the day he found Hanjek and his men and how Na Ris Nei had reacted.

“He rules our home and more. We all follow his orders.” Won Ta Ki made him spread his legs before she unleashed a handful of grown
muri
on his legs to let them climb higher. Fascinated, she knelt and watched while Kianto put his head back.

“I don’t like them,” he pressed. “Why do you do it over again?”

“You have to like them, Kianto. They don’t harm you. Instead they bring you joy if you let go of your uneasiness.”

“I can’t!”

“The process is to enhance your loving abilities.”

“My abilities to love? Where does that come from?” He frowned and stared at her just to digress from the worms winding higher around his thighs. Now that he had no hair to hamper them, they obviously enjoyed his human skin. He dreaded them every inch. “Do you use them in your rituals?”

“For us, love-making is different.” She lowered her head and her fingers played nervously. “The Mawany do not have such beautiful rites as your race.”

“What do you do? I have not seen children of your race around. Is that true?”

“Yes.” It was just a whisper of sadness. “There are no small ones.”

Kianto exhaled and tried to force his mind away from the unwelcome sensation of the
muri
reaching for his balls.

“Why don’t you have children? Are there no places for them to grow here?”

“No.” Won Ta Ki looked at him, hesitating. Finally, after a complicated gesture with her hands, she went on. “We wanted to make little ones on Rahenia, but they did not live. It took us long to understand why. Now, all the Mawanies who live here are getting old and older.”

Kianto shuddered. The
muri
had reached his manhood and were willing to drag his thoughts away from children to getting aroused.

“Won Ta Ki, are you telling me that all of your race around here are…old?”

“Some more, some less.”

“And your children? Little ones? Where are they?”

“Not here.” She sounded so sad he pitied her. “They are with elders back home or on other planets where they can live.”

“But why are you here, then? Why are you not with your children?”

“I don’t have little ones. They were made on a ship and left to live.”

Kianto felt like fighting a strong opponent. The
muri
were very persistent to harden his cock and make him forget any coherent thought.

“And you? Don’t you want to be with them?”

“I have to be here.” Won Ta Ki stood to blindfold Kianto.

“Why do you do this?”

“I just have to. Enjoy the
muri
, don’t think of anything else but your satisfaction.”

“How old can you become?”

“I cannot tell in your way of seasons of harvests. We grow very old. Do not forget, we travel through space and no race with a short life span would be able to cross the distances we crossed to get here.”

“And still—” He broke off, shuddering violently as two
muri
worked hard and harder on his cock and glans. “No! I want to know—”

“Do not fight. Just let go and enjoy it.”

“Why?” He squirmed while the other
muri
enclosed his balls and some went even further to climb between his butt cheeks. “Why do you want to see our mating?”