Without anything to do until his alien captor returned, Isaac settled for distracting himself, reading the newspaper and trying to catch up on the week's worth of news he'd missed while he was asleep, his body changing to suit Nall's needs. The distraction actually worked, and after an hour he was totally engrossed in the Wall Street Journal. He laughed when he read his old company -- Grand Courier Inc. -- was mentioned on a 'death watch' financial advice column. The world hadn't changed drastically while he was busily unconscious. He thumbed through the articles, only reading a few choice ones on the subjects he thought really mattered. It occurred to him that he hadn't checked his email in a few weeks, and Nall hadn't forbidden him to contact the outside world.
*So what, am I going to call up the government and tell them an alien sex fiend is mind-controlling me into getting human women pregnant with eggs?* He sighed. *They'll think I'm insane at best. Life in prison at worst.* Isaac resigned himself to concealing his new, incomprehensible situation. In his email were some emails from work friends, asking why he'd left without notice and if everything was okay; he responded that he'd had a shift of priorities in life and was taking it easy and pursuing self-employment. *It's not even false...* His former assistant, Clara, who seemed disappointed but understood his decision; she said he was the best boss she'd ever had, and if he landed anywhere else that he needed an assistant, to please give her a call. He liked Clara. She was a pretty woman, his age, and very smart; there had been chemistry early on, but then she'd suddenly found a boyfriend and he'd politely backed off.
He had heard she was single again through the office grapevine, and interacting with her was a little less professional in the week or so before his abduction by Nall, but he had been waiting a while for her to get some distance from the last guy. If he'd heard right, he'd cheated on her and it ended badly, and she'd been very upset. She'd taken two 'sick days' right around the time it allegedly happened. Clara wasn't leadership material, not really a weak person, more like she just couldn't bring herself to just boss people around. Clara would rather do the work of an entire department herself than ask anyone to help her -- Isaac had been like that early on, but Clara had spoiled him, and was one of the reasons he'd stuck around at the doomed Grand Courier as long as he had. He assured her he would bring her aboard if he had the options wherever he landed next.
He'd missed twelve phonecalls in the last eight days. Two from a surfing buddy over last weekend, probably asking if he wanted to go, six from his boss -- he winced -- and various other numbers he didn't recognize, probably telemarketers. He also read numerous texts from his sister, Melissa, two years his elder and as kooky as ever. Melissa had resigned herself to a life as a crazy cat lady after her divorce three years ago, and she'd relapsed into depression -- though reading the texts it didn't sound like she was going to make another suicide attempt like in high school. Ever since that had happened when they were young, he'd always been eyeing every word she said, monitoring for her losing it again. He was glad she was doing comparatively well; she was his childhood crush and he still felt more than sibling affection for her, but that was something he'd decided to leave be years ago. Isaac felt a little guilty for not being there for her; his sister was a good person, and fun, though she rambled a lot and had hinted that her interest in unsolved mysteries and the unexplained wasn't just idle and she actually believed some of it.
*Shit, aliens might actually be locked up in Area 51.* Isaac pondered, knowing he had an alien living in his own house, who was due back sometime tonight for an intense and bizarre fucking session -- probably along with a girl he hadn't even met. He had no room to chuckle -- even to himself -- about his sister's ideas now. He texted her back, and the two caught up over the next hour or so. He browsed some web pages in between messages. It occurred to him to look up some astronomy information, and soon he'd found a map of science's current best-guess understanding of the local galactic cluster. Isaac couldn't be sure, but it did look very similar to the map Nall had shown him inside the ship -- just from another angle. Tracking out the other galaxies the two-bit web applet showed in its display, Isaac settled on one galaxy that had to be the one Nall said she was from.
It was called NGC 253, the Sculptor Galaxy. Apparently, in galactic terms, it wasn't really that far away, but 12.7 million light-years was still a mind-boggling distance to have travelled. If he'd understood Nall's story right, she'd been transformed into the 'Imnir Ark', a living quarkware vessel, just before every living thing on her world was fried by deadly radiation in what she described as her own people's mistake. Sealed in an underground vault that had within it a powerful supercomputer that communicated with countless probes launched at light speed in all directions, she had laid deactivated inside a docked spaceship for some indeterminate millions of years until one probe noticed Earth. Deciding it had found a compatible species at last, the computer had used all of its energy to warp Nall and the spaceship all the way to the Milky Way and Earth's neighborhood, destroying itself in the process and sending her on her one-way mission to make him impregnate human girls with who knew how many imnir eggs.
Isaac shrugged, not knowing what else to do about his predicament. Melissa sent him another text, telling him the latest on the interactions between her cats. Boxer was having something of a spat with General Jones. Going from the fates of intergalactic civilizations to the politics between cats made Isaac laugh, and he turned off the computer, spending the rest of his evening before Nall returned catching up with his crazy sister.
The doorknob turned more than two hours later, breaking his concentration. The clock read 8:12p, and the sun had already set; the sky was a dark blue, the horizon red-orange and dimming. The door was left slightly ajar, and he could hear some bumping and shuffling outside, but the door didn't move. He got up and opened it, and was greeted with the sight of the passionately kissing Nall and -- his cock was renewed -- Electra. The two's shiny black heads of hair, matching, flowed and mixed together as Electra aggressively smacked her lips against Nall, their tongues meeting and traces of saliva coating their cheeks near their lips.
As he imagined -- though in his mind they'd been bare -- their two pairs of breasts were pressed together, Electra's large boobs dominating the smaller, round tits adorning Nall's chest -- all four globes squashed into flatness as their embrace tightened. Nall's hands were fondling Electra's ass under her jeans; he noticed that she'd gotten changed from her work clothes, now wearing a black tube top that hugged her torso and outlined her huge breasts very clearly, swooping in beneath them to make it very obvious that her chest wasn't simply large due to any kind of weight problem, that she was well-built and just had naturally big boobs. Electra had at some point taken off the copious jewelry she'd had in the store, now her only hint at her wild side being her large quadruple earrings.
The pair rolled inside, brushing past him. He closed the door, his eyes never leaving the passionate lesbian coupling. Electra didn't seem to notice him, focused intently on Nall. With the door closed and the world now outside and far away, Nall snaked her hands under Electra's top and slid it off in one quick motion, the other girl raising her arms to accommodate her; beneath she wore a satin bra that Nall then devoted herself to removing. The other girl complied, reaching behind her to undo the clasp that Nall seemed to have trouble with. Isaac sat himself down on the love seat and his hand went under his pants to grip his hardening cock, knowing what Nall intended. As Electra's bra fell to the floor, Nall rolled the two of them onto the couch, and their make-out session resumed with Electra's pale breasts now fully exposed. Unable to help himself at the sight of those beautiful orbs, Isaac's hand closed tightly around his dick, but he found himself unable to stroke. He remembered Nall's command, not realizing it would apply even after she returned.
Coming up for a moment, Nall shifted her knees, then grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it over her head. She tossed it away, landing sideways on the coffee table; underneath, she wore her own new bra, but no panties. Her bare pussy with its dark lips was revealed, a familiar but still erotic sight to Isaac. He could tell that her mind control -- the same thing she'd used to turn Jessica's thoughts into an erotic mush, helpless to resist both Nall and himself -- was at work here too, driving Electra into an irresistible sexual frenzy. Still, she seemed notably less docile than Jessica was under the same effect, and had a modicum of control of herself -- even if, it seemed, she was unable to even think of stopping herself from making love to Nall, she was able to direct her own body, at least. Jessica had been so reduced by Nall's power that she had basically laid back and taken whatever was done to her. *Maybe Jessica was a weak-willed girl to begin with?*
Crawling backwards, Nall then unbuttoned the other girl's jeans, sliding her hands under Electra's ass when she finished, grabbing her waistband. Electra raised her ass into the air to help her slide them, and her panties, down to her knees, then set herself back down and Nall pulled the last remaining bit of clothes -- and Electra's last remaining defenses -- off of the unsuspecting female. Nall set herself in the same position she'd used with Jessica, a low kneel, almost curled into a ball, in between Electra's legs. He could see Electra's crotch, sporting a neat track of tufted pussy-fur in a single inch-wide line over her snatch, the rest shaven clean. He knew her pink folds would be especially appealing to Nall, and seeing her in that position, her lovely ass so wantonly displayed and her perfect pussy lips hidden in the cleft between her legs and feet, was itself particularly erotic to Isaac. Unable to stroke himself, Isaac settled for pulling his pants down -- then, ultimately, off -- along with his shirt and shoes. Nall's licking had begun in earnest when he was finally naked, and Isaac settled back onto the love seat, his stiff dick held fast in one immobile hand while he watched.
Electra was very much enjoying Nall's attention, but seemed to want something else. She kept tapping Nall lightly on the shoulder, and trying to move herself around. Finally Nall relented, coming up to let Electra reposition; the other girl pushed Nall up until she was on all fours, then slid herself beneath her lover. Electra's pussy, still open to Nall but now upside-down, soon received the same loving, probing licks all over again, and Nall found herself stimulated as well when Electra's tongue began its first tentative explorations. He knew Nall was up to something, infusing some unknown quarkware deep within the pink pussy she was licking and preparing the other girl to receive Isaac's cock, and his virile, egg-inducing semen -- but all the same, it seemed Nall had no trouble focusing on the sex itself as well, giving Electra enough pleasure to keep her moaning hard and loud. Nall's own hips twisted with the apparently somewhat inept attempts by Electra to please another girl, something he guessed she had little or no experience with.
