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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal was feeling overworked. The spots on his hands, usually a healthy aquamarine hue against the cobalt blue of his skin, had turned a sickly purple from lack of sleep. With the countdown clock for the invasion of earth ticking down, the examination of abducted specimens had been accelerated. Command wanted as much up-to-the-minute data as possible before the first waves landed. When Qal had joined the military instead of seeking a university post upon completion of his advanced degree in xenopsychology, he had understood that he would be a support member of the invasion fleet. But he had never expected that the army would treat someone of his education as such a work horse. This was the thirty-seventh probe he had undertaken in less than two earth-days. Back home on Zygreb he would have had cause to bring a complaint for worker abuse.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal looked down at the specimen that was next on his docket, stretched out on the examination table in the center of his lab. She was an earth female, abducted the day before in a region known as \u201cCalifornia.\u201d Apart from being a strange pinkish hue instead of the normal spotted blue, the specimen was quite attractive by the standards of a Zygrebian female. \u00a0Her breasts were ample and magnificently shaped; the curves of her legs were exquisitely enticing. She must have been abducted in the middle of an intimate encounter with another earthling, because she was dressed very seductively in a gossamer silk negligee over black lingerie. Qal allowed his fingers to drift over the supple flesh of her thigh before waking her. Sexual pleasure of any kind was highly regulated on Zygreb, and everything that transpired in the lab was recorded. But Qal knew that if he was ever questioned about groping the earthling he could claim it was a scientific procedure. It was one of the few perks of an otherwise grueling job.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA Xenopsychologist\u2019s work is never done,\u201d he mumbled, tearing his hand away from her thigh reluctantly and injecting the specimen with the re-animation serum. She opened her eyes immediately, and Qal braced himself for what might follow. Many probes and investigations could be done while specimens were unconscious, but Qal\u2019s work required that they be awake and communicative. Unfortunately, this made his task very difficult. It usually took a few moments for the specimen\u2019s vision to clear, and once it did the earthling\u2019s first impulse was to panic. Qal kept various sedatives and restraints ready, but he was forced to wait and use only what was absolutely necessary in each case. He was charged with probing the mindset and consciousness of the earthlings, a job best done when they were not doped or hog-tied. Consequently Qal had to endure much screaming, thrashing, and incoherent pleading in the course of his working day.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This time was atypical, however. As the specimen\u2019s eyes focused, she took in her surroundings with surprising calm. \u201cWhere am I?\u201d she asked in a clear, steady voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou are safe,\u201d Qal said, following the script he employed with specimens taken from the territory known as \u201cAmerica\u201d. \u201cMy people are from another planet. We have come here in peace, to learn more about your earth.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHow fascinating!\u201d the specimen said, sitting up on the laboratory table and swinging around so that her shapely legs draped over its side. \u201cIs this a space ship?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The lab was set up to look like a typical doctor\u2019s office from the perspective of an earthling, to put the specimen at ease. Still, since she had intuited the truth, Qal saw no harm in admitting it. \u201cYes,\u201d he replied. \u201cYou have been here for about twenty-four of your earth hours. When our investigation is done you will be returned home, unharmed.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d the specimen said, her face lit by a bewitching smile. Qal was taken aback by how calmly she responded to the situation.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI would like to ask you a few questions,\u201d Qal said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal sat down in a chair facing the specimen, to make the atmosphere even more relaxed. Perhaps this would be an easy day after all.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat name are you known by?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am called Goddess Marquesa,\u201d the woman replied.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal knew enough about earth culture to recognize that this was an unusual sobriquet, probably a \u201cstage name\u201d or title of some sort. \u201cWhat sort of work do you do?\u201d he pressed, intrigued.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am an erotic hypnotist.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHypnotism,\u201d Qal noted. \u201cOn Zygreb we have mastered this art for many eons. I doubt anyone on your earth has developed it to the level of sophistication we have attained.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa laughed musically. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we find out? I might try hypnotizing you now.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal smiled, amused by this creature\u2019s simple audacity. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t possibly overcome my superior training in mind control technique.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWanna bet?\u201d the Goddess rejoined, her voice mellow yet possessed of a bracing energy. \u201cI can see that our two species are anatomically similar. I am very beautiful by the standards of your people, am I not?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you suppose so?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI can see it in the way you look at me. In the way your eyes caress my legs, linger over my breasts. The way you focus on my lips when I talk. Your training hasn\u2019t prepared you for the way I make you feel.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd how is that?\u201d Qal asked, his heart rate accelerating despite his attempts to remain calm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAroused. Desirous. If I tell you to watch my breasts as I massage them, you won\u2019t be able to look away.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo, wait\u2026\u201d Qal protested weakly, but his voice gave way as Goddess Marquesa grasped her magnificent breasts in both elegantly shaped hands and began to knead them gently, taking obvious pleasure in the enticing lushness of her own body.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMmmm\u2026that feels good,\u201d Goddess Marquesa intoned, her voice laden with sensual delight, \u201cas I do this I am going to count, and you will count along with me in your mind. With each count you will feel your self becoming more and more relaxed\u2026One\u2026,\u201d the Goddess breathed the number more than spoke it, as if the pleasure she was giving herself made it difficult to speak.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTwo\u2026.,\u201d this second number came out as a moan, causing Qal\u2019s mouth to drop open with yearning. \u00a0\u201cThree\u2026.four\u2026..five\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal could feel himself relaxing, he knew he was in peril. But he could not look away from those breasts\u2026those hands\u2026those eyes\u2026those lips. \u00a0He had never felt the force of such powerful sexual charisma before. His muscles slackened and his mind surrendered even as he told himself to look away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNow,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, taking her hands from her breasts and leaning back so that her legs were extended, \u201cI want you to look at my legs.\u201d Qal obeyed, the memory of fondling her thigh too fresh in his mind to allow him to resist. \u201cWhen I flex my leg, the curves of my calf and thigh are delicious to look at, no?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was true. As she flexed her right leg, the subtle changes in the shadows cast by her musculature accentuated her limb\u2019s irresistibly perfect shape. Qal was by now so relaxed that he could not prevent a trickle of drool from escaping the corner of his mouth at the sight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am going to flex my leg and count, and with each count you with feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into relaxation. Five\u2026.Your eyelids are becoming heavy\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal\u2019s eyelids drooped. He fought to keep them open, but he could not tell whether he was resisting her control or struggling to keep staring at her legs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cFour\u2026.three\u2026.two\u2026..one. You are deeply asleep now, totally relaxed,\u201d the Goddess continued. \u201cYou are focused only on my voice and the way I make you feel. Tell me you understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI understand, Goddess.\u201d Qal\u2019s voice was slurred, his vocal muscles barely able to form coherent words. His eyes were closed, his body had gone completely limp into his chair. His mouth hung open, drool trailed down to the collar of his uniform.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am going to snap my fingers,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, her tone commanding, \u201cand you will open your eyes. You will feel refreshed and alert, but you will still be under my control. All of your inhibitions will be gone, leaving only a warm sense of well being and your intense desire for me. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Goddess.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa snapped her fingers. Qal opened his eyes. She filled his vision, and he felt a desperate hunger like he had never experienced. An uncontrollable moan of yearning escaped his lips.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI want to learn more about you,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, rising from the exam table and walking slowly around Qal\u2019s inert form, his eyes following her greedily. \u201cTo do so I would like to make you even more pliable. Masturbate for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d asked Qal, uncomprehending.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYour people do masturbate? Do you have a penis? A sex organ?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, male Zygrebian\u2019s have a xrglec.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShow it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal hesitated, professional paranoia cutting through the hypnotic fog that clouded his mind. \u201cWe are being recorded,\u201d he said, \u201cmy superiors will see\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa walked over to the chair in which Qal sat and placed her right foot on its left armrest. She lean forward so that her thigh brushed against his arm and her breasts dangled just before his eyes. Her scent assaulted him, a delicious floral aroma that reminded him of the kleblak <\/em>blossoms of Zygreb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t hear that,\u201d she breathed, her words caressing his cheek moistly. \u201cWhat were you concerned about?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d Qal answered, all thought driven from his mind by pangs of desire.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal unfastened the front of his trousers and removed his xrglec <\/em>for her to see. \u201cIs this what human men look like?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa retreated to better view Qal\u2019s crotch. \u201cWell,\u201d she noted, \u201cA human man\u2019s organ has only one prong, not two, and not so many fleshy tendrils. And it is generally the same color as the rest of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA Zygrebian\u2019s xrglec<\/em> is usually blue,\u201d Qal explained. \u201cIt becomes pale yellow when he is aroused.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you should see a doctor,\u201d declared the Goddess, \u201cbecause yours is bright red.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal gasped. \u201cIt is said that the xrglec <\/em>becomes bright red when a male experiences overwhelming desire\u2026but I always thought that was an old wive\u2019s tale.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa laughed. \u201cYou obviously need some relief,\u201d she said. \u201cJerk yourself off for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal looked at the Goddess quizzically. \u201cJerk off? I don\u2019t understand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPlay with your xrglec<\/em> for me. Bring yourself to orgasm.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal gasped a second time. \u201cI don\u2019t know how. Sexual pleasure is strictly regulated on Zygreb. We may only experience orgasm when coupling with an authorized mate, and are conditioned from an early age not to stimulate ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAny conditioning that can be done can be undone. I, Goddess Marquesa, authorize you to orgasm for me, and will teach you how. You will need to use some lubricant on that equipment. Where do you keep it in here?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIn the cabinet to your left,\u201d Qal answered compliantly, unable to refuse the Goddess\u2019s request. \u201cThe orange bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Goddess retrieved the bottle and bent over Qal with it, allowing her long blonde hair to caress his face as she showed him the gel spilling into her palm. \u201cI will warm it for you,\u201d she cooed, setting the bottle down and taking up Qal\u2019s right hand with her free one. Tipping her gel-filled palm into his right hand, she rubbed gently to create friction, making Qal shudder with yearning and delight as her fingers tickled the sensitive nerve endings of his palm and the warmth mounted. After a minute of delicious torment she moved his slick hand to the engorged prongs of his xrglec.<\/em> Wrapping his fingers around one shaft, she guided his hand in a gliding motion up one prong and down the other in a smooth, rhythmic motion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOoooh\u2026\u201d moaned Qal in desperate surprise and delectation.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it\u2026.that\u2019s my good boy,\u201d the Goddess whispered. The sensation that filled Qal was the most intensely pleasurable he had ever experienced. He surrendered completely to it\u2026and to her. Seeing him losing himself in ecstasy, Goddess Marquesa stepped back. This made Qal\u2019s eyes widen in distress. \u201cNo\u2026please\u2026don\u2019t go\u2026\u201d he pleaded.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m right here,\u201d the Goddess reassured him. \u201cKeep looking at me. Let your eyes play over my face and body. Think about how much you want me\u2026how I make you feel.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal obeyed. He let his eyes devour the gorgeous contours of her breasts, the luscious curves of her legs, the sensuous allure of her mouth, the magnetic beauty of her eyes. As the intense waves of delight from his xrglec <\/em>increased, he felt a mounting sense of bliss, a joy that was all about and for<\/em> Goddess Marquesa. He felt he would do anything for her, that he must find some way to make her happy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Goddess,\u201d he gasped, his tone worshipful, \u201cI will not let anyone harm you in the invasion\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cInvasion!\u201d exclaimed Goddess Marquesa. \u201cYou lied to me!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As soon as he said it, Qal knew it was a terrible mistake. He had told her a dire secret, given her immense power. But she already had that power\u2026at least over him. He knew that he should get up, sound the alarm, strike her down. But the pleasure of what she was making him do was too great, his feelings of adoration for her too strong. He was helpless to do anything but lie prostrate in worship of her and stroke himself to oblivion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Qal opened his mouth to assuage her anger, trying to form words. But the ecstasy had grown too intense, he could no longer speak coherently. His breath came in gasps, saliva foamed from his mouth uncontrollably. Only his eyes remained wide and focused on the Goddess, drinking in her image as if his life depended on it. Finally his mind and body gave way all at once and completely. His eyes rolled back into his head, bright green fluid exploded in copious fountains from both prongs of his xrglec<\/em>. His body contorted, bucking and shuddering in the throes of a kind of seizure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Violent spasms wracked Qal\u2019s body for several minutes as Goddess Marquesa watched, caught between anger and curiosity. After a while the seizure calmed, and Qal curled into the fetal position, still trembling from head to toe and spurting the occasional burst of green fluid from his member.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is happening to you?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa, as much out of curiosity as concern.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI am still orgasming, Goddess,\u201d answered Qal. \u201cIt will continue for a while\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHow long?\u201d she inquired.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTwo or three of your earth days.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHmmph,\u201d interjected the Goddess incredulously. \u201cI can see why you are prohibited from doing that. Nothing would get done in your world if everyone was allowed to put themselves out of commission for three days running. It would also crimp fertility, no doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou are right, Goddess,\u201d Qal agreed, his voice still drunk with adoration.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cLike the men on my planet you seem very pliable during an orgasm,\u201d observed the Goddess. \u201cYou are obviously feeling very warmly toward me. What could you refuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNothing, Goddess,\u201d gasped Qal, straining to overcome his trembling so that he could keep her in view.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI thought so. You say everything we have done has been recorded? There seems to be a computer console over here,\u201d she noted, walking toward a kind of raised desk set into one wall of the lab. \u201cI want you to walk me through how to use it\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The High Chancellor of Zygreb stormed into the war room of his palace, summoned by an emergency alert. \u201cWhat is it!\u201d he shouted.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt is the battle cruiser Gretfyor<\/em>, Highness, the ship set to invade Earth,\u201d his deputy reported. \u201cIt has drifted dangerously close to that planet\u2019s moon. We are trying to establish contact, to see what has gone wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A large screen mounted on the wall of the war room buzzed to life, showing a scene of the command deck of the Gretfyor. <\/em>All was chaos. Crewmen lay strewn about the deck, naked from the waist down. Some were convulsing violently, others twitching gently or curled into inert balls. Great splashes of green fluid stained bodies, chairs, and consoles. Occasional great arching verdant sprays flew threw the frame.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGretfyor<\/em>! Gretfyor<\/em>!\u201d screamed the High Chancellor. \u201cWhere is your captain?!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHere, sir!\u201d gasped a frantic voice from below the sightline of the camera. Rising from the floor, a wildly staring face filled the screen, eyes wide with panic. \u201cShe broadcast the video through the entire ship!\u201d the captain screamed, eyes darting back and forth to glance at something projected on a screen next to the camera into which he was speaking. \u201cWe\u2019ve all seen it\u2026I\u2019m sorry\u2026I tried to resist\u2026\u201d He stumbled back from the camera, and on screen the High Chancellor and his deputy could see that the captain was not wearing pants. His xrglec <\/em>was bright red, each prong clasped tightly in one hand, which was pumping frantically. \u201cI tried to resist,\u201d the captain continued, \u201cbut that woman\u2026that magnificent woman! Those breasts\u2026those legs\u2026that voice! Aaargh!\u201d Bright green fluid exploded from the twin shafts of the captain\u2019s xrglec <\/em>and splattered on the camera lens, obscuring the image.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The High Chancellor reached out and pressed a button on the main communication console, closing the transmission. \u201cDisgusting!\u201d he spat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe Gretfyor<\/em> is careening toward impact, Highness!\u201d the deputy cried, his eyes glued to a readout of the ship\u2019s course. \u201cIn minutes it will strike earth\u2019s moon, and everyone aboard will be killed!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps it is for the best,\u201d grumbled the High Chancellor. \u201cIf that disgusting practice were to come here it could set off massive social unrest\u2026undermine the basis of our whole society. The loss of the invasion force is a small price to pay to prevent the spread of such contagion.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As the High Chancellor finished speaking, a test pattern appeared on the transmission screen.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that?\u201d asked the Chancellor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA transmission from the Gretfyor<\/em>, Highness,\u201d replied the deputy, scrambling to interpret his instrument panel. \u201cIt is being broadcast on all frequencies throughout Zygreb.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cUnacceptable! Shut it down!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t, Highness. Whoever sent it used the special military override code. It can not be blocked.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The image of a gorgeous woman appeared on screen, perfect in all dimensions but for her strange complexion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAn earthling!\u201d the High Chancellor cried in disbelief.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPeople of Zygreb,\u201d the woman on screen said, \u201cI am Goddess Marquesa. There is something I\u2019d like you to see. Relax and enjoy\u2026I think you will find this very stimulating\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Neither the High Chancellor nor his deputy could understand the strange earth words the woman spoke, but the tone and rhythm of her voice, combined with the seductive contours of her body and the enticing beauty of her face, had a mesmerizing effect. They sensed danger, but stood transfixed as the woman slowly tempted a young lab officer into baring his xrglec <\/em>and rubbing it with his hands. Gazing at the woman and listening to her voice relaxed the two males and excited them all at once. Before long both felt a warmth in their groins, and clutched at their belts\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa looked up at the moon from the hatchway of the escape pod, which had landed just outside of Los Angeles. If it hadn\u2019t happened yet, Qal and his comrades would soon be blown to smithereens across the moon\u2019s surface. It never failed to amaze the Goddess what a man could be convinced to do while in the grips of an orgasm. The young lab officer had told Goddess Marquesa how to operate the escape pod, sobbing his love for her as she abandoned him to his fate. She felt a twinge of pity for him, but since the choice was between his dying and the Zygrebian conquest of earth, she was confident she would sleep soundly tonight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She had saved one civilization and destroyed another, and no one here on earth was ever likely to know. \u201cOh well,\u201d she thought, \u201ca Goddess\u2019s work is never done.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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