Incorrigible

He had the rest of their lives planned to perfection...he only missed one small detail.

Randy had a good life. He owned a successful business, had two wonderful children and a beautiful wife. Now that their youngest was off to college, Randy was eager to reap the benefits of having had children young. To his way of thinking, becoming empty nesters in their early forties was just about perfect. But his wife had other plans.

Following the divorce, and a bit of soul searching, Randy decides to take a Grand Tour of his homeland and really

own

his mid-life crisis. He buys a fast car, kisses his kids goodbye and heads west. He would soon discover, however, that fate had one more surprise in store for him.

After accidentally saving an ill-tempered alien with a cockney accent and a devastating appetite for junk food, Randy embarks on an adventure beyond his wildest imagination with a companion whose abilities seem boundless. Along the way, he encounters the best and worst of humanity and meets a bevy of remarkable women.

Incorrigible is the tale of a good man who, in rescuing an alien, finds himself in a very human struggle between good and evil. His new companion tosses out Faustian bargains like candy, forcing him to navigate the fine line between finding true happiness and losing his soul.

Author's note:

This novel is a work of sci-fi adventure. I've split it into four sections for publication here.

All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

Thirty-Four

"That's it," Lily said despondently as they came to a stop at an intersection just outside a town so small that it might have been more aptly called a village.

They had departed early that morning and been on the road for hours. Despite the endless kilometers passing beneath them, the subject of the prior evening's voyeurism had yet to come up. Lily seemed content to behave as though it had not happened. But, in a turn that Randy found utterly bewildering, there had been a complete lack of awkwardness amongst the trio. They had instead enjoyed the kind of effortless camaraderie normally only shared between lifelong friends.

The only downside of that continuous banter was, now that they had arrived, Randy realized he had neglected to come up with any semblance of a plan. He glanced at Lily in the passenger seat and said, "How many people live here? And are they all part of the same congregation?"

"A couple hundred. And yes."

"Does everyone live in town, or is this more of a farming community?"

"The latter, but people definitely come to town on Sundays. And Wednesdays. And Fridays. Now that I think about it, there's typically some kind of event at the temple every evening."

"What about law enforcement?"

"There's a constable, but he never wears a uniform. I don't recall anyone ever being arrested or anything like that. There's also the county sheriff, but my understanding is that the Bishop convinced him to steer clear of the town decades ago."

"Yeah, like that doesn't sound shady as fuck," Sabrina observed wryly.

Randy thought for a moment longer before saying, "I suggest we regroup and wait for the daily gathering at the temple. Any objection?"

No one spoke up, so Randy put the van in gear and headed back to the closest town big enough to contain a restaurant and gas station where they could refuel both their bodies and their vehicle. He dug into the stash of pre-paid cards Betty had mailed him as the cash he had managed to withdraw before his card was deactivated was running low.

As had become their custom, they ate around the table in the van. As they ate, Lily gently asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Randy shrugged and said, "That depends. What would be the worst thing that could happen to those most responsible for what happened to you?"

"Loss of face," Lily replied without hesitation. "Reputation is

everything

there."

"How does one lose face? Or, to put it another way, how have people lost face in the past?"

"Well, you could refuse to marry the man chosen for you, for one."

Randy pulled her close and gently kissed the top of her head. He was buoyed by the fact that she sighed and leaned into the contact rather than pulling away. He said, "I happen to think your face is perfect, just the way it is. But perhaps a better question would have been, what instances do you recall where a

man

lost face. Since I get the impression women aren't given nearly the value they deserve in the community."

"Well, one man sent his wife to the hospital after she refused him sexually. The bishop was very angry to be made to break bread with the sheriff to smooth things over. His sermon that week was about restraint. The implication being that men should be cautious to not damage their women so severely that they required medical attention."

"I very much would like to see what this bishop looks like turned inside out," Sabrina muttered.

"Patience, my love," Randy murmured. To Lily, he said, "What else?"

"Normal stuff. Not having money to tithe. Allowing their home to fall into disrepair. Other things which make the community look bad."

"Hmm," Randy sat back in his chair and looked thoughtful.

Lily's face brightened and she said, "Oh! There was also the time one of the deacons got what I later learned to be psoriasis

really

bad. They whole congregation prayed for his quote leprosy unquote to be healed. When it wasn't, they cast him out. The bishop said it was to prevent spread within the community. But, thinking back, I remember other times where families disappeared after falling victim to some kind of visible ailment which prayer didn't heal."

"Sounds like a proper bunch of assholes. Perhaps we could arrange for a similar fate to befall them." He raised his voice and called, "Cnychwr!"

"I am resting," the alien's voice echoed from the rear of the vehicle.

"Well, wake up. We need your help."

"Are we at your Silicon Valley yet?"

"No. And we won't get there until you help us out. Now get up here."

"Very well," Cnychwr grumbled before hopping off the bed in the van's rear and trotting over to the empty captain's chair. He made himself comfortable and grabbed a few fries from Sabrina's stash before staring expectantly at Randy.

"We need you to modify some more people."

"You wish the new one to also be capable of swallowing your altered coupling gear?" Cnychwr asked wearily.

"What?" Randy asked animatedly as he felt his cheeks redden. "No!"

Lily looked to Sabrina and said, "What's he talking about?"

The latter smiled and said, "Cnychwr altered Randy a bit, even though Randy never asked him to."

"What did he change?"

"Well, small stuff, mostly," Sabrina replied coquettishly.

Randy sighed and said, "He made me look about a decade younger, and in better shape than I ever achieved on my own."

"He also gave him a massive cock," Sabrina added playfully. "As you might have noticed."

At this, a blush spread across Lily's cheeks before she managed to stammer, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever," Sabrina retorted playfully. "In any case, Cnychwr offered to alter me. I suspect he thought I'd ask for spectacular tits, like yours, or the body of a supermodel. But Randy had already convinced me that he thought my body was pretty great, so I just asked him to make it so I could deep throat the man who would shortly become the love of my life. Best decision I ever made. Well, outside of flirting with Randy when I first spotted him and then interrupting our brunch an hour later when I told him I wanted him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow."

"And you can take all of him in your mouth?"

Sabrina winked lewdly and said, "Would you like another demonstration?"

Lily turned away shyly, but neither Randy nor Sabrina failed to notice that she had not declined the offer.

Randy turned back to the alien and said, "Back to my reason for rousing you, I need you to alter some other people."

"No. It takes too much effort."

"What if we agree to provide whatever sustenance you require?"

"There is also the matter of the rest I will require after. This conveyance is an improvement over that ridiculous machine you had previously, but it is still not remotely suitable to getting proper sleep."

"Then we'll hit up a hotel after we make our getaway."

"A nice hotel," Cnychwr interrupted. "And one where I have my own room, so I am not forced to listen to the endless moaning of your mates."

"Fine," Randy replied as he wondered at Lily's reaction to being lumped in with Sabrina.

"I will also require a firm commitment from you regarding our next stop once I am rested. It really is imperative that I get to this Silicon Valley of yours so that I might properly contact my own kind and get the hell off of this insane planet of yours."

"Agreed. Anything else?"

"Probably," Cnychwr sighed. "What, exactly, is it that you have in mind?"

***

Later that evening, as the sun neared the peaks of the mountains to the west, their conversion van, which Sabrina had declared should be named the Intrepid, from her favorite movie, after Randy had objected to the name Pussy Wagon, pulled slowly into Lily's hometown. There was an eerie feeling to the place which Randy decided was due to the complete lack of humans in sight. None of the homes they passed had any lights on and there was what felt like an oppressive silence weighing them down.

The silence faded, however, as they approached the temple, which was unquestionably the largest, and most expensive, building in town. The parking lot was filled to overflowing with cars and they could hear the droning call and response of a service happening inside.

Randy parked right in front of the temple, ignoring the sign informing him such behavior was forbidden, just in case they needed to make a quick-ish getaway. He stepped from the vehicle, giving the invisible Cnychwr time to climb onto his shoulders like a space wizard with a speech impediment. He then rounded the vehicle to open the sliding door. Sabrina stepped out as well, looking magnificent in the intentionally revealing tank-top and jean shorts she had changed into on the way. Randy then turned his eyes to Lily, who took a deep breath before smiling warily at him as she accepted his hand to depart from the van. There was no evidence of fear in her expression, only faith in her comrades. As Randy closed the door, he offered a brief prayer to the fates that her confidence was not misplaced.

As they approached the door to the temple, Randy muttered, "Remember the plan."

"I'm not the one who has the brain of a monkey," Cnychwr replied nastily. "Just point out those that harmed your mate, and I will handle the rest."

Randy opened the door and immediately locked eyes with the man he assumed to be the bishop, who seemed to be in the process of pontificating on the threat that transexuals posed to their community. The bishop's look of curiosity changed to anger when he spotted Lily.

"Heretic," he decried, pointing at her accusingly.

"Oh really?" Randy asked conversationally. "And do you intend to burn her at the stake?"

"I wish," the bishop whispered, but it was no effort for Randy to read his lips.

"I've come to seek biblical justice on behalf of my good friend," Randy continued.

"She doesn't belong here," a portly man in what Randy judged to be his late fifties said firmly as he got to his feet.

"That's my father," Lily provided.

"She's nothing but a dirty whore who sows dissent," a bald man roughly Randy's age spat from the front of the room.

"Your former husband-to-be, I assume?" Sabrina asked quietly.

"What's the meaning of this interruption?" the bishop asked.

"I already told you," Randy replied as they reached the front of the temple. "I am here to dispense divine justice."

"Heresy!" the bishop spat. "Begone with thee."

"Let's give him a category two," Randy whispered.

Gasps echoed around the temple as the redness on the bishop's face bourn of his fury deepened in color, along with the remainder of his visible skin, until he was the color of milk chocolate.

Randy locked eyes with the bishop and said, "Sit down. And shut up."

The bishop fell unceremoniously into the chair behind the pulpit, but this did little to attenuate the uproar he heard behind him.

"Babe?" Sabrina warned quietly.

Randy turned to find the congregation on its feet, with at least a dozen male members approaching him. He whispered, "Category one, the lot of them."

Within moments, they all sported webbed fingers. This caused all but one of them to retreat. Without prompting, Cnychwr gave the final potential assailant the same treatment he had given the bishop.

"Everyone, sit down!" Randy called out. His instructions were obeyed rapidly, and he noticed several fearful faces in the crowd. He continued, "You all deserve divine judgement, because all of you allowed this woman," he gestured at Lily, "and countless others like her to be abused. Many of you will be spared but know this: you will not get leniency if I'm forced to return. Do not allow those few who would exploit your pitiful understanding of the almighty to justify their cruel treatment of those they consider to be beneath them. Cast them out, or you shall all receive judgement. Bring forth the man who allowed this woman to be treated as little more than an animal."

No one moved, so Randy stabbed his finger in the direction of Lily's father and said, "Bring him to me, or all shall suffer his fate."

Her father had to be dragged to his feet by several younger men and forced to the front of the room. Randy regarded him for a moment before saying, "You sold your own daughter into slavery. And then refused to give her shelter after she had completed her labors. Is this what you believe your faith demands? To shun your own children so that you may reap material rewards?"

"She disobeyed me," he retorted weakly.

"You are a blight, sir. A pestilence. And you will be treated as such." On the utterance of the agreed upon phrase, Cnychwr acted. Lily's father immediately sank to his knees and vomited. Randy continued, "From this day forth, you will only be able to nourish your body with the excrement of others just like the vermin you are."

Randy then turned to Lily's former betrothed and said, "You!"

The man immediately leapt to his feet and made to beat a hasty retreat, but Cnychwr held him fast before he had taken a handful of steps. Randy approached him and began loudly proclaiming, "Abuser! Rapist! Pedophile! Slaver!"

As he spoke, his words appeared on the man's forehead.

When he reached the man, he continued, "This man has defiled your community with his wickedness. You all must choose. Either expel him, immediately and irrevocably, or share his fate."

"Begone," the bishop cried, his finger pointed firmly at the prone man at Randy's feet.

The man was quickly hefted to the shoulders of a group of young men and hustled out the door. Randy and his companions followed and watched them carry him to the town limits before roughly dropping him to the ground. As the men returned, they gave a wide berth to the van Randy slowly drove in the man's direction.

When they reached him, he was already on his feet and headed in the direction of his house. Randy merely waved gleefully at him as they drove by, but he then gestured in the direction of the man's crotch, whereupon the man screamed in terror and grabbed for his now absent genitalia.

Randy laughed maniacally and continued on his way, confident that the town had, at least for the moment, learned their lesson.

Thirty-Five

"I don't often say this," Cnychwr whispered reverently. "But that is quite remarkable."

Part of Randy was glad the alien had spoken, as the humans in the vehicle had been rendered speechless for several moments after pulling into a scenic overlook immediately following their entry into Yosemite. Gazing out over the valley before them was nothing short of a religious experience for Randy, and he knew his companions all felt the same.

They stood there for nearly an hour before reluctantly reentering the van and heading down into the valley in search of lodging. Randy had worried they would be unable to let a room at the nicer hotels in the park, but Cnychwr had already demonstrated a talent for convincing those unfortunate enough to be stationed at a hotel's reception that they did not, in fact, need to see Randy's identification.

It had been three days since they had departed the town of Lily's birth, but much of the time had been focused on keeping a low profile rather than enjoying the spectacular scenery. The only upside to the long hours in the van was that Lily had grown immeasurably closer to Randy and Sabrina after the encounter at her church.

Lily had been initially wary of Randy's plan to imply he was a representative of the Almighty, although it had been unclear whether this was because it offended her beliefs or because she feared the repercussions of his intended course of action. She had quickly allayed the first concern, assuring them that she had long since lost her faith and that, even if she were still inclined to believe in her purported creator, she could never have forgiven the things He had allowed to happen to her. This left only a fear of reprisal, but Sabrina had gently reminded Lily that other women were still suffering.

Randy had managed to communicate infrequently with the children, thanks to a handful of tricks Lily suggested which would limit the government's ability to track them. He was able to assure them he was well, but he was saddened by the fact that he was unable to introduce them to Lily. This thought made him realize how absurd it was that he mourned the fact that he could not introduce his children to someone who was, ostensibly, only a friend. But it was undeniable that Lily had become so much more than that to both he and Sabrina.

Their days had been spent learning more about each other, either through casual conversation or via a wide array of road trip amusements Sabrina had at her disposal thanks to a childhood filled with long car trips. In the years to come, one of the things he would most cherish about those days was the way Lily hungrily soaked up the stories she heard about her companions' childhoods, as though she was vicariously reliving the childhood she deserved, rather than the miserable reality she had endured.

Each evening, they had shared a hotel room as the types of places found in the rural towns through which they traveled rarely had more than a handful of rooms total. While Sabrina playfully chided his conservatism, Randy held firm that it was unfair to Lily for them to be intimate in her presence. The threesome had, however, found themselves growing more intimate despite the lack of physical contact. It began small, with such innocent activities as Lily sighing wistfully when Randy left the bathroom without a shirt. Lily had responded the next evening by removing her bra from beneath her top as soon as they were in the room, groaning in pleasure at the apparent relief. Sabrina's response was to happily remove her top, having removed her bra hours earlier in solidarity with Lily, after climbing into bed just before Randy had extinguished the light.

When Lily had risen from bed the next morning, she had been wearing nothing but panties and a tank top she had borrowed from Sabrina which was poorly suited to the task of concealing Lily's admittedly much larger breasts. Randy had just returned from the restroom and his boxer briefs did little to conceal the outline of his preposterously sized cock. Sabrina's shirt fared no better at disguising Lily's turgid nipples as she stretched luridly before heading to the bathroom herself. Sabrina had playfully tweaked Randy's cock through his boxer briefs after his member had visibly hardened at Lily's display. She then laughed openly as he grew rapidly to full hardness before hurriedly pulling on his jeans in an ultimately comical effort to conceal his arousal.