"Language Barrier: 2255"

[AngelEyes1994]

"Language Barrier: 2255"

(for silvertongue217)

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Orea turned her hand, aiming the orb of energy toward the alien, the HU-mon creature, standing shocked before her. As the ball of fire flickered in her palm, it must have seemed like magic to the less advanced semi-intelligent animal: a magical orb, conjured from thin air, certainly about to be directed by a sorceress towards her target, towards him.

It was, of course, nothing of the sort. The ball of plasma, not magical energy, was produced by the band weapon wrapping her fore arm. It was powered by the small fuel cell at the small of her back and buffered by the control pad pressing against her rib cage at the lower curves of her voluptuous, firm breasts. A chip in her brain just below an unseen scar in her skull allowed her to launch the sphere of plasma simply by thinking Fire!

Of course, the uniform had played a part in leaving the human standing there unmoving in the spacecraft's passageway, stunned into silence, shocked into stillness. As his gigantic transport was being pursued by the tiny alien warship, pulsed near its engine room -- to kill its power systems -- and then boarded, the human likely never expected a sexy human-appearing female to step out in front of him, an Amazon-meets-fantasy warrioress-meets beauty pageant winner-meets porn queen sort of figure.

But that was who he met as he ran for the aft section of the ship where the alien craft had latched on and then laser-burned a hole in the hull to gain entry. The boarding party of four Roona males -- Orea's soldier ants in a manner of speaking -- had entered the massive freighter ahead of her, one pair heading forward, the other pair aft.

As she herself had stepped out into the passageway, she had not expected to come face to face with one of the aliens. And yet, suddenly there he was. She simply stared at him for a long moment, studying him. Orea appeared to be human but she wasn't, of course. She was a product of genetic engineering, the final product of thousands of years of research and experimentation with human DNA that the Roona had collected from Planet Earth long before that globe's dominant race even knew their home was a globe.

Yet while appearing human, she didn't look anything like this human standing before her. His body was shaped different. He was taller, by a head at least. He had wide shoulders, muscular shoulders, and muscular arms. He lacked the gentle, smooth appearance of Orea's pseudo-human form, the smooth skinned face and shoulders, the hour glass shaped figure, the large orbs that adorned the front her upper torso. She couldn't know it now, of course, but his legs -- hidden by his coverall uniform -- were as muscular as the rest of him and adorned by thick hair, in opposition to her own silky smooth legs whose full length were on display to him below the lower hemline of the short skirt that barely passed her firm, shapely human ass.

Orea noticed that the human's gaze fell upon her frontal orbs, then those long legs, then again those firm adornments. Was there something wrong with them, these things the bio-engineers had called breasts? They were part of the human specie's reproduction system, she'd been told. And while there was no reason for Orea to have them -- she was a warrioress, not a breeder -- there had also been no reason to alter her DNA to eliminate them.

Well, what ever it was that was wrong with those overly displayed human features, Orea was glad to have them at this moment. They -- or possibly just her in general -- had captured the human's attention long enough to allow her to power up her weapon, aim, and think Fire! The plasma ball shot at the human, striking him in the chest. It exploded, knocking him back a couple of feet against the bulkhead. He slammed into it and collapsed to the ground...

 

[silvertongue217]

This was just not his day

Harkens groaned the dull throbbing in his head increasing as he struggled to move onto his feet. He felt the bruise on his chest before any thing else and groaned struggling to hold back the bile that was rising into his throat. He struggled to his feet closing his eyes to shut out the harsh light and the pounding headache he was experiencing.

“Fuck me” He murmured slumping against the wall. Harkens knew this was his fault the Meridian Line was designated a conflict zone for a reason he and his crew should have known better hell he should have as the captain of the Aquilla but the salvage gam was getting more and more cut throat and he reasoned no one else would have been crazy to go into the Meridian line and collect war salvage.

Now he realized there was a reason

“What a fine mess you’ve gotten you self into Ken” He muttered to himself angrily. He got up taking a note of his surroundings and trying to ascertain where the hell he was. The ship was alien and with a sinking dread he realized it was the ship of one of the enemy’s. The Roona empire had distinct ships that were regularly posted on the Extranet. This looked to be a scout ship from what he knew but he rarely paid attention to those things.

Now he wish he had

“Hello!” He hollered moving forward being careful not to touch the green energy bars baring the door. He felt a tug and looked down realizing there was a similar chain of energy attached to the wall. He groaned and looked at it trying to find a way to break the flow. He was a technician but this was alien to him and he quickly gave up. Instead he patted his leather flight jacket sighing in relief when he found his E cigarette.

He sat down on the wall taking a drag and blowing out the exotic alien smoke. He idly scratched his black beard as he did humming a song to himself and running a hand through his unruly black hair. His bright green eyes were watchful taking in every thing as he pretended to give the air of a laid back guys not the scared mess he actually was.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"The human is awake."

Orea followed her Operations Officer's gaze to the little monitor high on the bulkhead of the bridge. The alien captive was standing in the middle of his cell, futilely testing the ankle restraint for weaknesses. She murmured, more to herself than to him, "Thank the Spirits."

The attack on the Aquilla had taken place over 100 hours earlier. Orea was sure she had killed the human or damaged him beyond value. Her superiors wanted hostages, both for diplomatic and interrogation purposes.

She made her way off the bridge and aft to the Detention Center, which was little more than a former cargo compartment with a bank of plasma security bars installed across the opening. She opened the physical door, then stepped forward and stopped just beyond the plasma bars. Orea studied the human for a moment, looking him up and down. She contemplated the device that he moved to and from his mouth, releasing a puff of vapor that quickly dissipated. She had not known what it was when they searched him long earlier, but she had been certain it was no threat so she had let him keep it. Pharmaceutical maybe? Nutrients? Maybe it was a narcotic, maybe something psychotropic?

Orea looked to the plasma bars, then gestured to the Roona. He handed her a steel bar, set a small bag on the floor near her feet, then departed and closed the door behind him, leaving the two alone. Orea emphasized the steel bar to the human, then stuck the end of it into one of the streams of plasma. It instantly began vaporizing, sending up an acrid cloud.

When Orea was certain that the alien understood the danger of the bars, she turned away to a control panel and pressed a finger to it. The restraint disappeared from the Alien's ankle. Orea collected a stool from near the bulkhead and moved it closer to the plasma bars, sitting and crossing a long, sexy leg over the other's knee.

She studied the human for a long moment. He was incredible. Oh, sure, she had received all the appropriate education on humans and Earth, but ... but to actually be sitting here looking at one was simply unbelievable. Humans were not the first intelligent alien species the Roona had interacted with, of course, but they were the first Orea had dealt with. She had been created for this, and she was going to make the most of it before having to turn the alien over to her superiors.

She reached into a bag the Roona had left and withdrew a dark, rough bar. She snapped it in half, tossed one half through the plasma bars to the floor near her hostage's feet, and put the other half in her mouth. She bit into it, chewing the small piece as she dropped the remainder of it back into the bag. As she waited to see how the human would react to the offer of nutrition, she tapped the tips of her long fingers to her chest between her well displayed breasts.

"Oh-RE-uh." She repeated the tap, this time allowing the fingers to linger against her skin in her cleavage. She wasn't attempting to be sexy or seductive, of course. Orea had no knowledge whatsoever of the typical male human's delight with a female human's rack. She repeated quicker, "Orea."

 

[silvertongue217]

“Great” He murmured shaking his head eyeing the buxom alien up and down and biting his lip. He was on an alien ship that his people were at war with. His crew was surely dead and left in the space. He had no loved ones or family to call on.

And she didn’t speak his language

“Of all the” He murmured pinching the bridge of his nose “well I am not dead yet and your feeding me” He said knowing she wouldn’t understand “so that’s some thing”

He hesitantly walked over scooping the bar up and examining it after giving it a few tentative sniffs. He sat down next to her pulling off his leather combat jacket and white t shirt to reveal his tan muscular torso.

“Thank you” He said trying to convey his thanks “Ken” He said emphasizing the words as he tapped his broad muscular chest. He did it several more times before biting down showing his appreciation by making exaggerated Mmmm sounds.

“Now what?” He asked himself while looking at her. He felt his eyes going down to her rack and gulped quickly shooting them back up. H wasn’t sure if she would take offense to it and he had enough of her plasma ball to last a lifetime. The large purple bruise was in the center of his chest still an angry purple. Of course he had no idea how long he had been out or when his ship was attacked and he wasn’t very likely to find that out any time soon when neither one of them understood each other.

He frowned trying to think of a way to convey or ask her what was to happen to him. He finally nodded at the bars and shot her a questioning look before standing up and going to nod at the cuff. He finally turned and shrugged trying to show he didn’t understand. No even realizing all the posing and shrugging he was doing was giving her a chance to show off his broad chest muscular shoulders and intense jade eyes.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea studied the human as he murmured to himself. She could not understand his words, of course, but she thought she understood his body language. He did not seem overly frightened or angry, as she had expected. He seemed ... relaxed.

He moved closer to the plasma bars, sat on the deck, and stripped his upper body. She was not sure what this was about, but before she could contemplate on it much, she caught sight of the massive bruising on his torso. Her eyes widened and the slightly pleased expression that had been filling her face faded to shock. Orea had, of course, seen training recordings of what kind of damage the weapon could do. And she had used it to hunt wild animals as part of her combat training. But this was the first time she had seen the weapons effects on a still living victim. It ... affected her, in a way she had not been expecting.

The human indicated the food Orea had given him, then spoke. Again, she did not understand the words, yet again she felt as though she understood their meaning. She forced herself to forget the black and purple filling her captive's chest and smiled, nodding her head in acknowledgement. It pleased her to be making a connection, but he tickled her greatly when he tapped his broad muscular chest and said, "Ken."

Orea's smile widened slowly as he repeated it several times. She mouthed the word with him, then spoke it herself a couple of times with him, though it came out with greater emphasis as if she was barking out an order to a pet, "Kin...! Kin!"

The alien -- Ken -- ate some more of the food Orea had given him, then began talking again, though she was pretty sure he was talking aloud to himself. She listened to every word carefully as if afraid she would miss something important, despite the fact that four hidden cameras with sensitive microphones were recording every thing within the cell for later analysis.

Orea caught the human's eyes again falling to her well displayed chest. Whereas she had earlier thought maybe something was wrong with the engineered body that was herself, something in the way he diverted his eyes quickly told her that he was embarrassed about staring. Was there something culturally taboo about staring at the large torso orbs? Maybe is was just that he and she were different and he was curious about those differences. Maybe he had never seen such growths before. So many questions. Why had she not been better prepared about humans and their customs during her orientation for this mission?

Ken glanced at the plasma bars, then to the cuff still wrapping his ankle. Without the plasma link to the wall, it was little more than an ankle bracelet. But the look from Ken told Orea that he was curious about it, the bars, and -- presumably -- his future in her custody.

When she did not immediately respond, Ken seemed to give up on gaining answers. Orea empathized with him. She had gone through confinement training -- in case she ever found herself where Ken was now -- so she thought she had a fairly good idea of what he was going through. She stood and, when he glanced her way, held up her hand in a stop gesture, not wanting him to be moving when she did what she was about to do.

She walked to the bulkhead and tapped an icon on a panel. An electrical snapping sound echoed off the metal walls, and Ken jerked unsteadily as the plasma link between the bulkhead and his anklet re-energized and pulled the affected foot a few inches to his left. He quickly regained his balance, and when he looked to Orea again, she touched another icon on the panel. The plasma bars disappeared.

Orea was abandoning protocol by dropping the primary security system between her and this alien that she had been told was part of an imminent invasion of the Meridian Line. But she was beginning to sense that she had been mislead about these humans. Or, at least, this one. During the time that Ken had been unconscious, Orea's Roona crew had scoured the Aquilla for weapons and found nothing more than some miscellaneous and mostly inoperable systems that had obviously been scavenged from the Void. The ship Ken had come from was little more than a salvage vessel. It was no war ship or even a scout ship like her own.

She crossed toward Ken slowly, glancing toward the flickering tether to ensure that it was operating well and keeping him on a figurative short leash. She moved the stool she had been sitting on to within a yard of him, then retrieved a second stool and brought it to within a yard of the first. Then, back at the panel, she adjusted the plasma tether to allow Ken enough leash to sit in the offered chair if he chose.

She did not wait for the alien to decide before crossing and sitting on her stool. She stared up at him, donning a comfortable smile as she gestured to the stool and used his own words, if not a bit incorrectly, "Thank you."

 

[silvertongue217]

He watched his eyes widening as he saw her bring in a stool for him to sit on. All in all he didn’t know what to make of the situation. Like her he had been told all sort of nasty things about the alien invaders their lust for battle, thirst for blood, and the imminent threat they posed to their way of life. Countless Vids and propaganda was out on the Extranet showing these “beast” in action performing all sorts of horrors. It was so bad it was even becoming some thing of a boogey tale a scary story kids and spacers would tell here children to keep them safe

Yet

It didn’t seem like there were dangerous as a matter of fact besides her warrior like physique and the weaponry on her she seemed kind of… cute. She was drop dead gorgeous that was for sure but there was also some innocence there some thing he found strangely endearing. So much so that even though he was hurtling towards destinations unknown and was a prisoner he didn’t mind if it meant spending more time with her.

Which probably meant he was going crazy

He sat down curiously testing his chain and noticing the distance between the two. He began to say he wasn’t going to hurt her then frowned realizing that wasn’t going to work. Instead he rose both of his hands making the universal sign for peace and hoping she would understand. He repeated the action and then sat down flashing her a pleasant smile and keeping his hands and palms open.

“No harm” He said trying some simple words thinking she might have a simple grasp of the human language “surrender” he trying another one.

And then she spoke

He bit his lip trying to resist the urge to swoon. She said thank you! And the fact that it was used in the wrong context some how made it adorable! Of course leave it to him to fall for a alien woman he couldn’t actually talk to but damn it if she wasn’t sending some goose bumps down his spine. He tried to resist the urge to laugh but couldn’t help it and soon he began to chuckle. His laughter was deep and masculine bouncing off the metal walls as he chuckled shaking his head and shooting her smiles before calming down.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea was Roona. Well, no, she was Human. Well, she was not even that either. She was a Human shell within which was a Human brain that possessed both Human and Roona thinking. It had been confusing at times over the course of her life. The Mentors at the Institute -- where she was created, raised, and trained to be a Roona-Human intermediary -- had been very good at explaining what she was, who she was, and why she was. (That why, of course, was to more easily allow the Roona to keep the Humans out of Roona territory and, possibly, even help her people get into theirs.)

What ever she was or was not, when Ken began laughing, Orea's first thought was a Human one based upon the Human emotions that came with the Human brain inside her Human skull: he is laughing at me because I did something stupid. Her smile faded, but...

Soon, her smile widened again, and Orea, too, was laughing. She realized what she had done, using his Human words incorrectly. She did not know how she had used them wrong, but she had used them wrong, that was certain.

Eventually, after he was sat before her and they were face to face with only a yard between them, the laughter faded. They just stared at one another for a long moment. Orea's mind was filled with thoughts that confused her. She had never seen a Human face to face before this day, and it was incredible. But, it was even more than that. There was something else at work here, but Orea could not put her finger upon it.

Orea began studying Ken's every feature, taking in his sparkling eyes, the ripples in his muscles, the stubble of hairs filling his face and neck above his clavicles. She looked to his chest again, trying to ignore the massive bruising and concentrate on the structure. There were obvious differences between them, physically, but the difference between their chests was the most obvious.

(Orea had no idea that there was second, very significant difference from her form dangling before Ken's thighs. First, it had not been part of her education back in the Institute. She had been taught that she was a pseudo-Human, a copy of a Human, and there had been little education of gender, let alone the differences between them. And second, during Ken's unconscious period, when he was searched below his clothing level for weapons and other items of interest, that search had been done by Orea's Roona soldier ants, who themselves had no reason to report such a difference because the only thing they knew about Humans was that they were to be captured and/or killed.)

But it was not just the physical difference between their upper torsos that had Orea's mind spinning. There was the way Ken studied hers occasionally. And then there was... Orea did not know how to explain it. There was a feeling inside her she could not explain. Her pseudo-Human thinking -- her Human instinct -- told her that these orbs adorning her upper body were special somehow. Orea knew that, for what ever reason, she was to keep them hidden from Ken, from this human, from this human male, until the right moment. For what ever reason, revealing them to him would...

Would what? she asked herself. She could not understand what was going on inside that skull of hers. Would what? She looked into Ken's eyes for a moment. Would take them to the next step, her brain suddenly told her. What next step? Orea did not understand. But she wanted to understand. Desperately. And she wanted -- no, needed -- to understand soon, because they were heading for her Command Ship, and once there, Ken would be turned over to the Interrogators and she would never see him again.

(I was going to write more, but I HAVE to get to school. Feel free to post.)

 

[silvertongue217]

There was some thing going on here

Of course as a human male Ken had a much more solid handle of the difference in genders and how human physiology worked. He had no idea how the alien species worked and he wouldn’t for a much longer time so he had no idea that Orea was created and was not naturally that way. To him she was a beautiful buxom alien creature one of striking beauty. His body had already reacted to her his hair standing on end his pulse quickening and a certain male member she had no knowledge of jumping ever so slightly.

And as they sat and stared at one another it only got worse

He couldn’t help it his eyes began to run over her frame unable to stop himself. He starred at her chest plenty of times but his eyes also showed an interest in her legs some thing between her legs and her body in general. He began to shift moving as if some thing was in his pants or he was being bitten by some thing. Of course she wouldn’t know what he was reacting to but in a space where silence was…… the default way of speaking his actions spoke volumes.

“I wish we could speak” He murmured looking at her and frowning “I cant exactly beg for my life and or try to deflect this weird sexual tension with a joke” he said smiling at her even though he knew she wouldn’t understand. He sighed and finally rose needing to get out of his seat.

And not realizing just what that would show off

He was half hard but even half hard it was enough for him to have a sizable bulge. It stuck out protruding like a mast for her to see. He of course quickly adjusted his pants stuffing it down so that it was sort of hidden but by then the damage was done.

“Sorry” He said blushing and raising his hands “I bet you get this all the time” He said trying to be joking and light not fully realizing just what was going on inside of her. She looked like a regular human and acted like one even if she didn’t speak the language. He assumed that they had mating and sex in her species or some form of reproduction.

Of course there physiology could be different hell his cock could be puny compared to Roona men! After all if she looked this good it stood to reason that the men in her species would be ripped warriors with huge cocks so his probably wasn’t all that impressive to begin with.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The human was talking again, casual conversation, something that still surprised Orea. She had been told to expect conflict and anger, or fright and begging. This was neither. This was one being chatting with another. No. Not chatting with one another. Chatting at one another.

Orea, like Ken, wished greatly that she, too, could understand her counterpart. She wanted what her superiors wanted, to understand more about the Humans and their designs on their territory. But even more than that, she wanted to know why her head was spinning with before-unknown thoughts. And she wanted to know why her body was reacting to Ken in the way it was.

Orea gave no indication of what was happening to her physically, but things were happening. The orbs at her upper torso were each adorned with one small, brownish-pink lump, protruding a bit forward. The doctors at the Institute had said that they, too, were related to the human reproduction system, but beyond that they had told her nothing. She had noticed that when it was cold, they expanded in size and hardened both. She had shown curiosity, but after being told it was nothing to be concerned about, she had let it go. However, sitting here with Ken, those lumps were as large and hard as they had ever been.

That was not the only physical result occurring here with this human, though. Between her legs, where the Humans discharged their liquid waste, she was warm and wet in a way she never had been. She assumed it to be just more waste, but what if it was not? What if, like the little lumps on her breasts, this was an effect of being so near to this Human male? Did it mean anything? Was it bad or good? Maybe she was catching a Human disease. The scientists at the Institute had claimed that Humans were riddled with disease. They claimed that a killer plague during Earth's last century had killed billions and was, indirectly, the reason the Humans were now looking for more worlds to populate -- to conquer -- out here in Roona territory.

Orea did not know and, at the moment, did not care. She only cared about one thing, and that was to get to know this human -- this man -- sitting before her ... half dressed.

There was a knock on the door behind her, and after she called over her shoulder, one of her crew members entered.

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Orea kept her gaze on Ken as the Roona entered and began talking to her in their own language. She wondered whether Ken had ever seen a Roona in the flesh. If he had, it had likely been dead flesh, a corpse from one of the many Roona vessels destroyed or captured by the invading Human space forces.

While Humanoid in shape, there were few other similarities between the Roona and Humans. The crew member talking to Orea was nearly 8 feet tall, with a dense, muscular frame that weighed in at over 350 pounds. External spine spikes ran down the Roona's back, from just below his neck to the beginning of but not including its four foot long tail; and a crown of cartilage ran over the top of his skull from one side to the other, beginning and ending at the ear holes that were protected from dust and water by a web of fine hair. It had five fingers, like the Humans, but those digits were capable of bending both forward and backward, as did the elbows. (Evolutionary scientists believed that before the Roona rose upright, the knees also bent backward, but that was a touchy subject with the Spiritualists, as were a great many other things about the 8 million year old species.)

The crew man's uniform was simple. A pair of shorts rode high on his waist and low to below his knees, with a multitude of pockets that all seemed to be filled with one item or another; and a pair of suspender like belts that crossed at his chest and back both, upon which were additional pockets filled with items and a holster that contained an item that even to the Human was obviously a hand held weapon.

Orea had neither failed to notice the bulge at Ken's groin nor wonder what it was. She had not noticed it before. As the wetness and warmth between her thighs increased, she could not help but wonder whether it was related to what was happening to her. Suddenly, she flinched at something her crew man said. She looked to him and demanded, "Repeat that."

The crew man asked his commander which part she was referring to, and when told, he repeated what they had learned from the audio recording that the computer had been analyzing in real time, "He is speaking a Human language called..." He hesitated, looking at the small tablet he had brought with him, then finished, "Inglesh."

Orea looked to Ken for his reaction as she repeated, "Inglesh?"

(OOC: I will not comment on his reaction, but I want to continue.)

She looked back to the crew man and asked, "Can we translate this ... Inglesh?"

He shook his head. "We do not have the software."

"Get it."

"We can't, Commander." When Orea asked why not, he said, "Intelligence would never allow it." The crew man glanced at Ken, then moved closer to Orea and talked softly, as if he feared the Human would hear and understand him. "Commander, with all due respect, we are not supposed to be interrogating the prisoner. We are to detail and transfer only. If Command was to learn about this--" He glanced between the other two in the room, then down to the de-energized plasma ports that should have been producing a barrier between Orea and the human. "--or learn that we were attempting to gain translation--"

"That will be all," Orea cut in, turning away from the crew man and staring at Ken.

The Roona nodded -- almost a bow -- and turned. But Orea stopped him, directed him to stand next to her, then gave him an order. Just as Human's showed surprise, the Roona's eyes widened. He spoke a few words to her in a tone of deference, but when she snapped at him, he turned to face Ken directly, hesitated, then reached to his waist. With the click of a couple of snaps, the belts crossing his chest uncoupled and his shorts fell to the floor around his huge feet. At Orea's command, he stepped out of the clothing, turned slowly fully around, then faced the human once more. Again at his commander's insistence, he parted his legs a bit to reveal what had already been fairly clear: there were no appendages dangling in his groin or between his legs like Orea was beginning to think did at Ken's.

Orea stared at her Human captive for a moment, then -- with a soft, polite tone -- she gestured to Ken's uniform slacks and asked, "Thank you...?"

 

[silvertongue217]

“Holy shit”

Ken starred open mouth at the alien and his lack of a cock. His mind scrambled taking in the events of the day with an entirely new meaning. The government and military command centers never really explained where the Roona were from hell even what they looked like except for terrifying half hidden in shadows pictures. Of course most people assumed they were half human after all the enemy you know right? It was easier to imagine the Roon as some kind of off human race instead of say big intergalactic aliens with plasma breath.

So of course when Ken saw her he had assumed that Roona were just highly advanced clearly attractive humans. The alien before him however the one Roona had spent the last few clicks talking to was clearly not. He was as alien as they came all white skin and completely alien features. Ken was freaked out enough and he sent Roona several scared curious glances as he tried to figure out what to do about this new information.

It both mattered and it didn’t matter but it was enough to send him into a tailspin. The alien was also clearly agitated gesturing at him several times and at his bonds. Ken suddenly knew that Roona wasn’t supposed to be in the cag with him much less speaking to him. This of course threw Ken’s situation back at his face causing him to remember where he was.

On an alien ship

Trapped

Probably being taken to interrogate

Then what happened next blew all that way

He watched hi mouth dropping open as the alien pulled down his shorts. At first he thought this was going to be some sort of prison rape thing but the minute his pants fell past his hips he realized that wasn’t going to be the case. The alien had no genitals was nothing but smooth skin beneath.

“What the?” He said looking and shaking his head “Do you?” He said beginning to look at her before he realized she was gesturing at his slacks.

The ones she clearly wanted off

“Oh” He said his eyes widening with realization. She had seen his bulge and it confused her so now she was trying to get him to take his pants off. He opened his mouth as if to tell her no then paused realizing they were both armed.

“Okay okay” He said grabbing his belt and pulling It loose. He dropped his pants revealing a pair of black boxers that had a sizable bulge. He dropped those next and sat waiting and watching for her reaction.

His cock stood erect and throbbing. It was tan like him with a pair of big heavy balls underneath. His cock curved upwards slightly with a big fat mushroom like head.

“Well?” He said keeping his hands raised watching her for her reaction.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea was tickled that Ken understood her suggestion, watching with great interest as he stood and shed his trousers, then the boxers below them. Her eyes wondered with awe at the sight of the amazing appendage. What was it? And what was it for?

The naked crew man said something, and Orea chuckled quickly. When she looked to Ken, she saw his reaction to her laughter and quickly apologized, though she knew that only her tone and facial expressions -- not her words -- might mean anything to Ken.

 

[silvertongue217]

“I really hope your not laughing at my cock” He murmured watching her tone and shaking his head. The cold air was causing his cock to stand all practically twitching. He idly wondered if she wanted him to pull his pants back up but decided not to instead wiggling it around sowing her how it moved.

He waited raisin an eyebrow wondering what she was going to do next. He had never exposed him to an alien who captured him before (wow that was a weird sentence) and a part of him was worried his dick was going to get chopped off but still he waited watching hr with curiosity.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea laughed again, this time with abandon as she was certain that Ken had meant the act to be comical. She spoke to him, or rather at him, then chuckled once more before half turning her head and telling the crew man to dress and depart. The krewmen did as directed, and she turned her attention back to Ken, or rather his very odd looking appendage. She spoke to him, obviously a question, and waggled and extended finger towards his penis.

 

[silvertongue217]

He nodded not sure what she was asking about but deciding that complying with her demands was probably for the best. He waggled it again at her making sure to do any thing to appease her. Not because she was hot even though that was part for the reason but because he wanted to keep his cock and his life.

Preferable both

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea laughed again as Ken's wiggle-waggle continued, both because it was comically playful and because it had not at all been what she had been asking for. She tried to wave off his show, but only found herself laughing again. She had to look away to settle herself enough to continue with her goal.

She looked around the room for objects that would aid her. There was not much, but there was enough. She stood and picked up the stool she had been sitting upon. She spoke to him, in words he would not understand but in a tone that he would surely understand was questioning. She set the stool back down upon the deck and sat on it, holding her hands out as in a demonstrative gesture as if to indicate she had answered her own question.

Next, she returned to the control panel on the wall, indicated the icon for the plasma bars, and repeated her question. She pressed the icon, the jail bars spit to life, and again she swept her hand. She de-energized the bars again and returned to stand near the stool. She lifted the bag the Roona had delivered earlier, repeated her question yet a third time, then reached inside to pull out a handful of the nutrition bars, giving him a facial expression she hoped he understood.

Finally, she cast her gaze at Ken's appendage, which seemed to have begun to hang a bit lower than it had been before she had begun her little display. She pointed directly at it and repeated the question in Roona that she hoped Ken could now understand inside his English thinking mind: "What is it for?"

 

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He watched trying to understand what she was asking. It took him a few seconds to ascertain what was going on and when he did his eyes widened a blush creeping along his cheeks as realization finally dawned on him.

She was asking him what it was for

Oh boy how to answer that one? He didn’t know how Roona reproduced or if they even did. Maybe they were plant people who grew out of flowers or hatched out of an egg. Ken didn’t know how to even begin to explain that one. There wasn’t a word or action he could do or mimic to get the point.

Not unless he got close

He looked at her for several moments before sighing. He kept his hands up and advanced on her stopping until he was almost right next to her. He was taking a chance hell a big chance but h didn’t know how else to explain it to her. He got on his knees and pointed at her legs before gesturing for her to open them. When she finally did he pointed at the space between her thighs then pointed at his cock he formed a circle with his first and stuck his cock inside of it miming pumping with his hips he repeated the gesture several times hoping she would understand.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea's face lit up when she realized that she had gotten her question through to him. She did not know whether he would be able to explain his answer any easier than she had explained the inquiry.

He made a gesture that she easily understand as a bit of Keep calm and I am not going to hurt you, then stepped as close to her as the plasma anklet would allow. Orea's smile faded as a defensive combination of nervousness and fear flooded her. She could feel her heart beating faster as Brett dropped slowly to his knees and first pointed at her legs, then gestured her to open them.

Orea hesitated before complying. The enemy was close, so close, and asking her to...

This was so wrong, not just the parting of the legs part, but the whole thing. She was not supposed to be in here. She was not supposed to be interrogating him, if you could call it that. She was not supposed to be doing a lot of things that she was doing. And yet she was.

And, as he had requested, Orea moved her left foot several inches from the other and spread her knees a bit. She leaned over as if she was going to look to where he was pointing, but left her gaze on Ken instead. He pointed at her groin, then at his again-solidifying appendage, and made a gesture that--

Orea quickly closed her thighs, bringing her feet together so quickly that the hard heels of her knee high boot produced a slamming sound that echoed off the metal bulkheads. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, both in shock. She knew what Ken was trying to explain, that--

She stepped back, her gaze set firmly on the human's face. Her mind was racing with images of ... of that thing extending from his lower body thrusting into her own body. He can't really mean-- I must be-- No! It can't-- Spirits, guide me! What is he saying?

She spun on a heel suddenly and hurried toward the outer door, reaching out as she passed through it to slam her hand upon the security panel. The plasma bars energized again simultaneously with the plasma tether on his ankle de-energizing. She disappeared from his sight.

 

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“Shit!” He murmured getting up scrambling and putting his pants on. He didn’t bother to go after her (not that he could any ways) Instead he called out “thank you” at the top of his longs in hops she would hear it. Once he was sure she was gone he cursed again and pulled his jacket on groaning and flopping on his bed.

He had either offended her, freaked her out, or made her so angry he sealed his fate. Not that he could have probably done any thing to stop it he knew he was a dead man and hoped only to comply as bst he could and make his passing easier. Maybe it was patriotic of him to do but the human race as he knew it was a pipe dream hurtling thousands of feet away as he continued his journey. There would be no grand rescue or any of the like the best he could hope for was a human scout ship to attack and successfully board this one and the section of space he had been in was devoid of people just like he wanted it to be.

So he was fucked

The rest of the night and or day passed in quite. He was visited several times but not by her (a fact which made him infinitely sad) several aliens brought him different types of food at one point wiggling worms that he shook his head rapidly at. In desperation before he went mad he started working out running around his cell and moving his body as much as possible.

Then he got bored of that

He finally sat down staring at the plasma walls debating running at them in order to end it he hadn’t worked up the courage to do it yet bu with every second he was hopeful.

So there was that

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"You don't have the clearance for this."

Orea drew a deep breath at the unwelcomed statement. The Roona on the viewer -- Orea's Superior -- was also a pseudo-Human, also a female, and also drop dead gorgeous. Unlike Orea, though, she was not as easily influenced or swayed by new experiences.

"Access to the Translation Database is restricted to Intelligence Operatives," the Roona continued. "Not only do you not have the clearance, but you do not have the need to know of any possible information you could attain via the use of the TDB. Please explain your reason for making this request."

Orea hesitated. She had practiced for this exchange since she left Ken's cells six hours earlier, yet now her justifications and arguments failed her. The Superior was entirely correct: Orea had neither the clearance nor need to know ... at least, the need to know about any possible intelligence.

But it was intelligence which interested Orea. Her interest lay in why her body was reacting the way it was to the presence of this alien. Her interest lay in the physical differences between the Roona and Human forms. Her interest lay in the differences between her female pseudo-Human form and Ken's very much male Human form. And her interest lay in his explanation of what those two forms could do with one another should they come together as one.

In the six hours since she had left Ken's cell, Orea had done far more than simply contemplate a plan for gaining access to programs and systems far above her Scout Ship Commander pay grade. After she had left the detention center, Orea had returned to her quarters, had a drink, then a second, then sat on her bed to review what she had learned during her first meeting with an intelligent alien creature. There was much to recall and consider, yet her mind was entirely consumed with just one image: Ken demonstrating what that large, hardened appendage at his groin was designed for, specifically in relation to her very own pseudo-Human female body.

She paced and sat, thought and tried not to, then repeated. It was an agonizing time because, although she knew it was so wrong, Orea wanted to know more about this thrusting thing her captive had tried to explain to her. She tried to tell herself that it was not important, but the effects on her body from being that close to Ken were not easily dismissed. The small brown nubs on her breasts had repeatedly hardened, specifically when she envisioned Ken's naked form or recalled his explanation of the joining. And the area between her legs from which she had previously only dispelled her liquid wastes had become alive with heat and moisture, to the point that upon returning to her room she had had to remove her inner most garment and clean herself with a warm, wet rag and soft, dry towel.

That was when the most unusual of things happened to Orea, confusing her even further. While dabbing at the folds of skin between her legs, Orea felt a before-unknown sense of please that caused her to gasp with surprise. Another touch resulted in the same jolt of pleasure, and before she knew what she was doing, she was laying on her back in the middle of her bed, toying with a fold of skin that she previously had never even known existed.

It was an incredible feeling, a pleasure like she had never known, and it was not long before she was writhing on the bed and crying out in great joy. Her body exploded with a sensation that was simply indescribable. Her mind swam with euphoria. Her breasts and the nubs upon them ached to be touch, which she of course was more than happy to do.

She had fallen asleep with her hands still between her thighs, clutching at the folds as if she was afraid of losing them. When she awoke, she showered, donned a dress uniform, then immediately began formulating her plan to gain access to the TBD.

"Explain your reason," the supervisor repeated with harshness.

"I, um ... I believe that there may be an immediate threat in the Meridian Line," Orea began her lie. "And this Human captive may have important information about that threat. I need to be able to interrogate him immediately."

The Supervisor studied Orea for a long moment, then surprised her with, "Then you will have it."



Another six hours later, Orea sat down in her quarters to begin watching her first lesson on the English language in particular and the Human race in general...



And another 20 hours after that, Orea walked through the detention center door, pressed the icons to energize Ken's anklet restraint and de-energize the plasma bars, and moved the stools back into his cell to repeat the sitting arrangement of the previous day.

When he was ready, Orea commanded Ken in greatly accented but still understandable English, "Explain me how difference between intercoursing producing offspring and intercoursing producing pleasure ... thank you."

 

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Time was a maddening thing

As was confinement

The hours began to bleed together not that he knew the hours or the expanse of time. All he knew was that every second that passed brought him closer and closer to his eventual fate. A fate he didn’t know and didn’t want to dwell on lest he went mad.

But with nothing to do it was becoming harder and harder

He thought about killing himself a few times thinking that death might be better than any fate that awaited him on the home planet. He couldnt bring himself to do It though partly because he valued being alive to much and ultimately because there wasn’t any real way to kill himself. His alien captures wanted a prisoner and were doing very thing possible to deliver him safe and unharmed.

Then things changed

He heard the bars dissipate and turned his eyes widening as she came in “Oh thank god” he murmured looking at her with such happiness.

He noticed her bringing in the bar stool and waited patiently for his ankle restraints to come online. After they did he walked over giving her a big smile and starting to open his mouth.

Then she talked

“You can talk?” He said his eyes widening she must have learned while he was gone! Which meant he could ask questions! Before he could however she asked one of her own.

One that knocked his breath out

“Uh whoa” He said looking at her trying to figure out how best to answer “There really isn’t any difference it’s the same act but most humans don’t do it to have a baby they do it because it is pleasurable it feels incredible” He said blushing a little.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea studied Ken's answer carefully, watching his lips move as they formed the sounds that made the words of the language that she had been studying over the past many hours. She had come into the human's cell thinking she could ask her question and get a comprehensible answer.

She was so wrong. And the expression on her face -- that continued for a long moment even after Ken had ceased speaking -- could not possibly have left any doubt in the alien's mind that Orea had not understood his answer.

She popped up tall from the stool and stared down upon her captive for a moment before raising an extended index finger in a gesture she hoped would say to him One moment, please. Then, spinning on a heel, she hurried out of the detention center, once again reaching out -- this time with obvious aggression -- to slap the icon that would simultaneously raise the plasma bars and disengage the tether to Ken's ankle.



"What do you mean it didn't translate?"

The Operations Officer and Executive Officer both began trying to explain that the translation program was only a prototype and that it had never been designed to work off microphones mounted in a prisoner's cell and so on and such forth and...

"I don't give a damn!" Orea screamed at the two Roona. "I don't care why it did not work. I only care that you make it work." After a moment of silence, in which both underlings were likely waiting for the sound of her arm mounted weapon to charge, Orea asked, "Did it translate any of it?"

The two started in again, talking over one another cooperatively this time as if one mind were operating two mouths. However, the answer was still unsatisfactory to her. "Do you have an audible translation?"

"Yes, Commander," the Ops Officer said, continuing as he tapped a finger to his panel. "Here is the original statement by the prisoner..."

“There really isn’t any difference," Orea heard Ken's earlier answer, able only to pick out three or four of the words. "It’s the same act but most humans don’t do it to have a baby they do it because it is pleasurable. It feels incredible.”

"And here is the translation," the Roona said, again tapping his panel.

Orea listened to the monotone computer voice. The program managed to translate key words, such as isn't, difference, same, but, humans, and baby. The Commander's teeth were beginning to clench down as the anger welled within her, then the word Roona word for the English word pleasurable exited the speakers before her. Her hand flashed out with her long index finger pointing excitedly, as if the word pleasurable was sitting atop the panel for all to see.

"That word!" she called. "That word, pleasurable. Play it again. Play it again!"

The Roona repeated the message, and though Orea tried to fit that one word in context, she simply could not do it. It was important to her to understand that part of what Ken had been trying to say. The Roona did not have an equivalent to human sexual pleasure. Roona breeding was just that, breeding. There was nothing pleasurable about it, and it had often been said that if it was not for the need to have a new generation to take over the labors of everyday life, the Roona likely would not waste the time on breeding anyway. That was just the humorous side of the argument, of course. The drive to breed was a Spiritual thing for her species, and the birth of the next generation rose the parents to a revered height equivalent to that of war heroes.

"Keep working on it!" Orea demanded, spinning to head out. Before she cleared the doorway, she commanded, "I want a working, real time system that I can use via a head set before we keep back to the safe zone."



Entering the detention center again three hours later, Orea repeated the de-energizing of the plasma bars and re-energizing of Ken's anklet tether before plopping herself down on the stool before him. She stared at him for a long moment, formulating the additional English words she had been learning in her quarters.

She had also taken a moment to strip to the skin and study her pseudo-human body for several minutes. She had always been this, a wanna-be alien hybrid creature. There had been times when she hated what she was, wanting only to be like the beautiful Roona underlings who served the Intermediaries as if they were Gods. The Mentors, however, were very good at making her feel comfortable ... important ... normal. She had come to understand that her mission was vital.

And now, after meeting Ken, after feeling the effect on her body of being close to him, of toying her own fingers against that pleasure nub between her thighs, of hearing that possibly there was even more pleasure to be had with Ken...

"Please...! She hesitated for a moment, smiling with delight that she had finally learned the word that accompanied the Thank you she had been improperly using. She continued, "...tell more. Tell more ... pleasure. What is pleasure? Do you pleasure?"

She meant the question to be Do you feel pleasure? as opposed to Do you pleasure others? But she could not know she was asking it incorrectly. Hell, she was lucky she had been able to get out what she had.

 

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“This isn’t working” Ken said looking at her and sighing. She was held up on the pleasure word trying to understand it. He guessed that they didnt have such a thing as pleasurable sex in her species. He was going in circles with her and a part of him wanted to make her understand. First off to gain points with her and hopefully his future owners and partly because he had come to see her as a friend even if she technically owned him.

He sighed and glanced over at the cameras then back at her. He finally made a decision and once again raised his hands letting him know he meant her no harm.

“Show you” He said “no harm trust me”

He put his ands down and unzipped his leather jacket he tossed it away and his under shirt revealing his muscular torso. He waited for her to relax and then pushed his flight pants down as well revealing his hard cock again. He gestured for her to open her legs again.

“Watch me” He said beginning to play with his cock moaning and biting his lip at the pleasure looking at her beauty and using it to further his own need.

“Do as I do” He said moaning “this is pleasure I pleasure you pleasure and we could pleasure together for much more pleasure do you understand?” He asked masturbating in front of her. He did his best to ignore the fact he was being watched on the camera and instead focused on her stroking himself to release but keeping himself from cuming so as not to freak her out.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea watched Ken with great interest and conflict both. She was desperate to understand this concept of sexual pleasure, but at the same time she had a deep-seated feeling that what the human was doing and what she herself had done the day before were supposed to be personal and private events. Of course, she had no factual basis for these feelings. But the intensity and downright personal nature of the satisfaction she had caused herself made Orea conclude that his fondling his pleasure organ or, as he seemed to be indicating, her pleasuring her own was simply something not to be done within view of the four cameras or the crew members who had been tasked with watching the events in the detention center for security purposes.

As she watched, However, her hands which had been resting upon her knees slowly moved up her legs and closer to her groin. She could feel her thumbs upon the warm flesh of her inner thighs and wanted so badly to do as she had done before. She could see in his eyes that he, too, wanted her to do this. She would not, though. She could not. Not yet. That did not, of course, mean that she could not watch Ken finish,

 

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He noticed she wasn’t engaging but he didn’t want to stop because it felt good and he was in need of some sort of release. He continued to pleasure himself moving his fast and working his cock as he continued to stare at her. Luckily that was all he needed her sexy body bringing him up and over the edge. He pumped his cock hard a few more times then moaned dropping down onto his knees. His cock jerked and his cum spilled out shooting off like a canon. He moaned and closed is eyes letting his cum shoot onto the deck and spill out.

He finally felt it slowing down and groaned opening his eyes and looking at her blushing a little. He got up and got dressed clearing his throat and shuffling.

“That is pleasure better with two” He said slumping against the wall.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Orea was fearful that Ken would cease his self-pleasuring when she herself did not begin, so she was delighted when he continued to stroke the hard appendage pointing practically right at her dramatically dressed body. Despite her lack of experience with seeing sexual pleasure in a male, it was obvious that the human was deeply immersed in it. His expression, his labored breathing, his accelerating moans: they reminded Orea of her own pleasurable moment in her quarters the day before.

Her gaze shifted often from Ken's face to the hand working his cock. She was torn between the two, unsure of which intrigued her the most: the object being pleasured or the object revealing so much of the effect.

Ken's eyes would occasionally close as the pleasure welled, but most of the time his gaze was doing as hers was, shifting from her stunning face to her sexy body. (Of course, Orea could not know that she had a sexy body. Not only had she no one to compare it to, but she had no one to compliment her, so...)

Orea had been so overwhelmed with euphoria during her own masturbation that she did not really understand that Ken was at his peak until it happened. He dropped to his knees, still stroking his length, moaned loudly, and suddenly--

"Oh!" Orea practically shrieked as Ken's cock leaped in his hand and sprayed a stream of white stuff through the air of the detention center. Her eyes and mouth were as open as they could be as she listened to him groan loudly, still pumping at his pleasure horn, causing shots of his seed to repeat and repeat and repeat again. She stared at his face, trembling as was his entire body, and was struck with the beauty of such powerful emotion. She murmured to herself, "Spirits be praised."

As he leaned forward a bit, the ejaculations ending but the euphoria still flooding through him, Orea looked to the humans discharged fluid with wonder. It did not take a genius to understand that this must be a reproductive related fluid similar to that which the Roona males inseminated the Roona females. Of course, their process was entirely different than this. There was a trail of semen droplets from directly below Ken's still hard cock to the deck beneath Orea's chair to--

Her eyes widened again, and she stood upright quickly, looking down at her body for a moment before looking back to Ken. He was slowly rising to his feet, retrieving his clothing and donning it. He told her something she didn't understand, well, except for the word pleasure, which she doubted she would ever forget. He spoke to her again with a soft voice, still labored by slightly erratic breathing, then slumped down against the wall.

Orea studied him for a long moment, then -- when he looked her way again -- smiled politely. She nodded her head to him and -- confident that she was using it correctly this time -- said to him with great sincerity, "Thank you, Kin."

She turned and departed the same as she always did, but this time she stopped outside the now closed door and looked down to her thigh. She ran the tip of her finger over the smooth flesh and raised it up before her eyes to view the big glob of human semen that had been the furthest sprayed across the room. She rubbed it between her index finger and thumb, feeling its thickness and slipperiness. Was this his possibly contribution to the creation of a human child? Was this only a lubricating fluid, much like the thick liquid that had discharged from her own body when she had done to herself what Ken had done just now. If she joined her fluid and his, would a child be created? For a moment she actually contemplated rushing to the Medical lab to deposit Ken's discharge into a test tube, then add to it the warm fluid that was even now leaking down the inside of her thigh.

But she did not. Instead, she simply returned to her quarters, cleaned the jizm from her fingers, stripped to the skin again, and drover herself to a crying orgasm again ... imagining that it was Ken's fingers playing with her swollen pleasure button.