Chapter Three
The two of them nuzzled together, speaking little as their soft bodies nestled in the corner of the sofa-like bed. There didn't seem to be all that much to say, their words and thoughts communicated via the way they pleasured each other's bodies.
As time wore on, they started to become more used to the way the alien sex organs operated, but neither of them had worked up enough confidence to go for full penetration. There was something about the act that seemed permanent, as if there was no going back.
Not that it seemed like they had a choice. Their skin was already changing colors, taking on a darker hue. Neither of them could really define the color properly, as they couldn't trust the shade of blue they could see with their human eyes.
Their alien eyes were another thing entirely. Kate had spent a long time examining every curve of her lover with this new sight, studying the teardrop shape of her face and the way the upper edge of her skull was forming into a rounded armor plate. The definition of the subtle details was immaculate, and the way the new eyes provided parallax was superior.
They were just flat out
better
than using her old set of eyes, and she was starting to worry that she was embracing these alien features a little
too
well.
Nonsense.
If her Masters desired this of her, she would obey them. Both of them would.
She just needed to get used to this. Sighing, she idly stroked a hand over the alien wrapped around Jackie's neck, her lips wobbling as she noticed the way it squirmed with contentment. If one could ignore the fact that it looked like a gigantic slug, it was actually rather cute, in its own way.
Jackie frowned, eyelids closing across her alien eyes. "There's a calming aura about you," she said softly, her words slurring as she did her best to communicate with her enlarged tongue. "A beautiful shimmer that I can't quite put into words."
"Thanks," smiled Kate, stopping her stroking, enjoying the warmth of Jackie's body.
She could see something similar with her alien sight, but she didn't want to tell Jackie about how broken her aura looked. There were jagged edges, where it appeared to have been torn, shards of her personality sparkling like unpolished gems.
She didn't know what it meant, but as they relaxed, Jackie did appear to be getting better in some fashion. The edges were starting to fit, gluing themselves back into a consolidated whole. It couldn't be that bad, then. In time, she'd be a new person. An
obedient
person.
Ugh.
These intrusive thoughts were starting to become a little more obvious. She
knew
that they were being inserted by the slug attached to her neck, yet she couldn't do anything about them.
They had taken over her mind. She was an obedient slave to her Masters.
She conceded this. That was entirely true. She
had
been taken by her Masters. Her body
was
controlled.
That didn't mean she had to be slavish all the time, though. There were still things her base Kate personality desired, and she was going to seize them.
If her Masters let her.
They seemed pleased enough with allowing her to relax and spend time with her lover in this way, though that probably fit into their plans. They were using her to ensure that Jackie wouldn't resist her conversion.
She had to admit that this thought was arousing, which was probably one of the reasons they had managed to take her over so easily in the first place. She
liked
the idea of being controlled.
Before, it had been Jackie in charge, treating her like the slave she was. She had loved performing little tasks of service for her lover, like doing the dishes and cleaning house. Being tied up, bound, and
fucked
by her dildos.
In retrospect, it was only a natural progression to whatever
this
was. She had simply traded one master for another.
She felt bad that some of Jackie's dominant personality had been subverted, but everything should be fine in the end, as long as she accepted this new hierarchy of dominance. Jackie could still be her master, just not
the
master.
If the aliens wanted something of her, she would do it. This response had already become natural to her, baked into her mind. They had only to ask.
The lights above them sparkled, changing colors as the ends of tentacle stalks rotated to point at them. The tentacle arms keeping them locked in the room began to squirm, squishing against each other as they rolled and flexed.
When they finished reconfiguring into new positions, a wide opening remained, giving them a view of the corridor beyond. They had finally been released from their jail cell.
Scooting over on the fleshy couch, Kate sat up, not feeling horny for the first time in a long time. A pressure in the back of her brain was suddenly missing, and she frowned, realizing that she hadn't even
thought
about trying to escape. The aliens must have been suppressing that urge, and now that the way had opened, they had stopped.
Interesting.
Jackie had sat up too, leaning towards the open portal. "I don't quite understand it, but... I'm feeling like... we should
go
. Are you feeling that, too?"
She
was
. It was rather curious to understand that the Masters had control over her without her even noticing. While some of the interventions they had taken recently were overt, it was becoming clear that their indirect methods were even
more
potent.
"Then... why
not?
If they're okay with us exploring, we might as well." Kate frowned. "I guess they're not going to give us any clothing to wear, though."
"Probably not," groaned Jackie. "None of the aliens we've seen on the ship so far have been wearing anything, though our sample size has been pretty low. For that matter, we haven't seen them wear anything but armor
outside
the ship. Do these aliens even have a
concept
of what fashion is about?"
"Are you claiming we do?" chuckled Kate. "Maybe we could introduce them to something interesting. Subvert their expectations from within."
"Human eye for the alien guy?" smirked Jackie. "There might not
be
any males, though. If we're anything to go by, all of them are hermaphrodites, with huge dongs and enormous breasts."
Kate felt a jolt in her penis, an embarrassed blush coloring her neck in response. "You could be right. We might all be in the same boat, but let's not worry about that, for the moment. We should find out what's going on."
Getting to her feet, Kate took Jackie's hand. Her lover squeezed it in return, the two of them proceeding out into the open passageway. The dim lighting prevailed here as well, but if she used her alien eyes, it wasn't that much trouble to pick her way over the ripples in the floor where fleshy tubules ran.
"I wonder," said Jackie speculatively. "Are these ships built? Or
grown?
"
It was a good question, one that had crossed her mind earlier. All of the lighting appeared to be coming from the tips of tentacles, and the walls and floor were fleshy masses. She could easily imagine that they were walking around the interior of the belly of a gigantic whale.
She giggled. "Maybe we've been swallowed whole? Like Jonah?"
"I don't think anything we're going to see here is biblical," sighed Jackie, stepping up a ridge to another level, letting go of Kate's hand. "It keeps curving, and there are openings ahead. Maybe there'll be something interesting there."
She could sense the excitement in her friend's voice. Curiosity was taking over, replacing the confusion they had both been experiencing.
Good
.
A faint noise echoed down the passageway. It was a dark moan.
Someone
was having fun. Kate looked down in dismay, noting her bare breasts. What were they about to walk into?
It would do no good to hide, as Jackie seemed to have regained some of her former resolve, moving forward without hesitation. She was forced to hurry to catch up, worried that they were about to interrupt a couple in the middle of coitus.
Jackie turned on her heel, marching into an open room, but she quickly came to a halt. "It's Ben," she said flatly.
Unable to restrain herself, Kate moved up behind her, standing on her tippy toes to catch a glimpse. She immediately blanched, tucking herself in behind Jackie as she processed what she had just seen.
Ben's wife, Janice, was splayed out over one of the alien couches, with her left leg lifted high into the air to provide access for her husband, who was currently in the process of fucking her into oblivion. Their blue skinned bodies were sheened with sweat, large breasts swaying pendulously as Ben rammed his engorged length into her.
Intellectually, she knew this was a natural thing to see, but so much of it felt
wrong
, she was having a hard time accepting it. First off, this couple had become surrogate parents to her while she was growing up, and while she knew that they had a voracious sexual appetite and a deep abiding love for each other, she had never walked in on them in the act before.
Worse was the fact that they didn't
look
like themselves. The aliens were working on them, too. Alien amoebas had been attached to their chests, causing their breasts to swell into enormous spheres that looked rather ridiculous.
