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Sara was so immersed in the ASMR video she was watching on the couch one afternoon in the house she shared with Shane, Ryan, and Marielle that she failed to notice the footsteps approaching from behind her. When she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Mari hovering above her, she shrieked and practically jumped out of her skin, after which she quickly moved to cover her phone screen. But it was too late. Mari had already seen and she looked curious.
“What’s that?” Mari leaned in closer, so close Sara could smell the watermelon gum on her breath. “She is, like, really close up on the camera.”
“Oh,” Sara tried to say casually, feeling her face flush. “It’s just one of those ASMR videos.”
If she was a normal person who only watched ASMR videos to destress during the day or soothe herself to sleep at night, she might not be so embarrassed about being caught watching one. But something Sara had learned in her years as a sexual being was that she was not normal. Because while she did love ASMR videos for the soothing factor, she was also into some of them—specific ones—for other reasons.
“Yeah?” Mari said. “I’ve watched some of those before. What’s this one about?”
As she said this, she climbed over the back of the couch and sank down next to Sara.
“Oh,” Sara said, still feeling flustered because as much as she liked Mari, Mari was very cool in a way that often left Sara feeling like a strange little creature in comparison to her. “It’s, like, an alien abduction thing. Like they’ve taken you up into their spaceship and they’re, um, examining you. It’s dumb.”
“Dumb?” Mari asked. “I don’t know about that. You looked like you were pretty into it.”
Sara blushed even harder. Was she that transparent?
Clearly she was, because a second later it looked like a lightbulb practically went off over Mari’s head and she said, “Hey, you’re always reading those monster erotica books, right? With, like, vampires and werewolves and cryptids and stuff.”
“Um…”
“Are you into aliens too? Is that what this is?”
Sara swallowed hard. Then she reminded herself this wasn’t high school, that Mari wasn’t some cheerleader who was going to make fun of her for her interests being weird. Besides, if Shane and Ryan were able to be as open as they were with Mari about the whole discipline thing they had going on, she should feel comfortable being just as open with her about wanting to be abducted by aliens.
So she admitted, “Kind of.”
Mari tilted her head curiously. “Kind of?”
“I mean, I don’t know if I’d say I’m into aliens, like, in general, but I’m kind of into abduction stuff specifically,” Sara explained. When Mari widened her eyes like she wanted to hear more, Sara added, “Like the idea of being laid out on a table and, uh, inspected and probed and stuff.”
“Oooh,” Mari said. “I can see what you’re getting at. Have you ever roleplayed that with Ryan or Shane?”
Sara shook her head. “I haven’t really roleplayed that with anyone ever, no.”
“Would you want to?”
That was a big question. When Sara was playing with Ryan and Shane, they usually defaulted to the more realistic, domestic discipline stuff that Ryan had introduced both of them to. And that was great. It was something Sara enjoyed a lot. Plus it felt way easier than explaining the more elaborate kinds of things she read about in her books and watched in her videos. And who knows, maybe those kinds of fantasies wouldn’t be as fun to roleplay as they were just to think about. But…
“You look like you might want to,” Mari added after Sara went a long time without answering.
“I don’t know,” Sara said. “I just feel like it’s really weird and—”
“Weird?” Mari said. “For Ryan and Shane? I doubt that. Come on, Sara, don’t you think it would be fun?”
As the newest member of their little four-way relationship, Mari was still finding her place with the others, especially when it came to kink stuff, which she hadn’t had much experience with before meeting Ryan. And honestly, with the gleeful light in Mari’s eyes right now, plus Sara’s own desire, she felt like she couldn’t say no.
“Fine,” she said, “let’s talk about it with the boys when they get home.”
And so Sara found herself, later that evening, lying on the ginormous bed she shared with Shane, Ryan, and Mari nearly every night. She was completely naked, a little bit cold, and she was pretending to wake up after a deep sleep. To her right, she could hear the shuffling of feet, and she turned her head to look at Ryan, Mari, and Shane. They looked…good, honestly. The makeup had been Mari’s idea, and she’d seemed to enjoy putting it on the boys, going for a kind of ethereal blue aesthetic in her vision of the aliens who’d abducted Sara.
“Looks like she’s awake,” Ryan said, gesturing toward Sara. “So, should we get to work?”
Mari nodded. “Let’s do it.” She turned to Shane, who was standing a few steps behind the other two, holding something behind his back. “Is the new intern ready to take notes?”
“Yep.” Shane held up his notepad and pen.
“Good,” Mari said. “Make sure you label it as case number 4460.” She took a couple steps closer, stopping with her hand hovering just above Sara’s bare chest. “The specimen appears to be female.” She turned to Ryan once more. “How old do you think she is, Assistant?”
“Oh.” Ryan reached over and tilted the shade on the lamp closest to the bed so the light was shining more directly on Sara. She flinched, having to look away from it so she didn’t hurt her eyes. “You know I haven’t been around humans as much as you. But if I had to guess, I’d say she’s in her early thirties.”
“Yes, that sounds about right.” Mari ran her hand down Sara’s face, across her jawbone and down her neck.
Sara kept her mouth shut, enjoying being talked about like she was an animal or some kind of specimen. Although, as Mari continued her “examination,” gently pressing her hands into Sara’s chest, her underarms, her ribs, it was getting harder and harder to stay still.
“What do you think about this right here?” Ryan asked, reaching down and poking the small freckle on Sara’s lower stomach.
He was not as gentle as Mari. Sara squirmed at the sudden touch, having to stifle a giggle.
“It seems like that got some kind of reaction out of her,” Ryan commented.
Mari smiled down at Sara. “Yes. Human bodies are very sensitive. Not like ours.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw Shane raise his hand like a student about to ask a question. Mari nodded at him.
“Are they that sensitive all over?” Shane asked, barely able to stay in character and hide his mischievous grin as he met Sara’s eyes. “Or is it, like, there’s more sensitivity in some areas than others?”
Out of her three partners, Shane was the one who knew Sara the best. So, as Sara looked at him, her breath starting to hitch with excitement, she knew that he knew exactly what she wanted. Exactly what Ryan and/or Mari were about to do with his prompting.
Mari chuckled. “Oh, my research has shown me that certain areas are much more sensitive than others. And of course there’s some variation among different specimens, but there do seem to be certain… constancies.” She turned around, directing her next question toward Shane. “Would you like me to use this one for a demonstration?”
Without even meaning to, Sara opened her legs wider. Please say yes, please say yes.
Shane furrowed his brow. “It won’t hurt her?”
Mari shook her head. “No. Of course not. I would never do anything unethical with one of our humans.”
Shane plastered a look of immense relief to his face. “Oh. Okay, then. Yes, I’d like to see that.”
Mari reached down, her finger trailing down Sara’s stomach, slowly, until it had traveled a bit lower.
“The area you’re looking for,” Mari narrated in a warm but clinical voice, like a kindly old doctor who knew better than anyone else what they were talking about, “is going to be right below the center. Now with specimens of this type, you’ll see a hole right here—”
She slipped one finger, then two, between Sara’s legs. Sara gasped, her whole body seeming to twitch.
“Wow,” Shane said.
“Mm-hm,” Mari said, sinking her fingers in deeper. Her thumb moved up then, toward exactly the spot Sara wanted her to touch. “The real center of their pleasure is up a bit further though.”
When Mari touched Sara there, applying light pressure before moving her finger in a small circle, Sara lost her ability to hold still entirely. Her hands came rushing toward Mari’s head as Mari ducked toward her, to grab her hair—and she was quickly intercepted by Ryan, who she hadn’t even seen move closer to her.
Within seconds, Ryan had pinned Sara’s arms above her head, keeping her from moving so much as she strained against him. Mari was really going at it now, her stroking movements long and deep as Sara whimpered and writhed beneath her skillful fingers. All the while, Sara kept stealing glances at Shane, who was watching her with a look of absolute fascination. That, the fact that Shane was watching, made the whole thing so much better.
Sara tilted her head back and, way before she meant to, released herself into Marielle’s waiting palm. It felt like forever before she came down, her body still vibrating from the force of how good she felt.
And in response, Mari just kept going, Ryan kept holding onto her wrists, and Shane kept watching.
“This kind,” Mari said as she quickened her movement for round two, barely even separated in time from round one, “can go on like this for quite awhile.”
And go on for quite awhile Sara did. Within another five minutes, her body had worked itself up into another frenzy and electrifying release. Ten minutes passed, and she came again. Twenty minutes, and again. Twenty-five minutes later, she was no longer in control of the sounds she was making, and the sounds she was making were loud. Her legs were shaking so much she thought they would never stop, even after this was over, even after Mari and Ryan stepped away from her.
“Please,” she managed to squeak out, feeling like she was speaking through a haze. “Please.”
“You’re sure she’s not in pain right now?” Shane asked from the sidelines.
“Oh, she’s not in pain,” Ryan said, not taking his eyes off Sara as he answered Shane’s question. “She likes it. They all do.”
Sara whimpered indignantly as Mari pushed in a third finger. And then she was cumming again, hard and final, into Mari’s hand that was pretty much soaked by now.
“I should note,” Mari said, “that this could go on much longer before her body would give out from too much pleasure. But I think I’ve made my point. I’ll stop now.”
And she did. This had gone on so long, her fingers molding themselves so well into Sara’s body that Sara felt empty in their absence, like a part of her had been pulled out. Something similar could be said when, with one reassuring squeeze, Ryan let go of her wrists and stepped back as well.
Still, it was with relief and a lot of labored breathing that she leaned back, stretching out her arms, and began the comedown from what had just happened.
“Good?” Mari asked.
It was about half an hour later. It was Shane and Ryan’s turn to make dinner that night—which meant Shane was taking the lead and giving Ryan enough manageable tasks to keep him busy—so they had left the cuddle pile on the bed about five minutes ago to get started on that. Now it was just Sara and Mari. As Sara snuggled her face deeper into the crook of Mari’s neck as the two of them lingered under the blanket they shared, listening to the sounds of the boys working together in the kitchen, she felt like she was floating on a cloud.
“It was so good,” she murmured, knowing that was the understatement of the century but also trusting Mari to know what she meant.
“Anything for my little monsterfucker,” Mari teased, but Sara could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d really enjoyed herself too, enjoyed adding this new item to the growing list of things the four of them did together.
And even as tired as Sara was, she was already aching for the next time, hoping it would be soon.