Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 34

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 34

I was standing in a very cool white light, in a featureless blue
room, I managed to examine the pretty alien (though she’s not that beautiful like our own women) in front of me. Her eyes
look white tonight, with a hint of blue around the
edges, and light seems to ripple around her nu*de
frame while her fingers press invisible buttons in
the air. I wonder briefly how she makes the light
do that. It actually looks like the light covers her in
places, but doesn’t actually touch her, as it flickers
and shifts around her subtle curves.

I can feel my body getting weaker, as the white
luminescence does its work and builds up my
muscles. I still can’t figure out what will trigger
Vage’s ‘horny’ switch. No matter how hard I push
on it, it refuses to budge. The other two move
easily enough, but this one stubborn switch
refuses to obey my will.
It has to be something that’s different about her
species, but I don’t think I can just ask her about
her race’s mating habits. Alien or no, I don’t
know whether that’s crossing a line.

I start going over what she told me last night,
which is decidedly little. It really boils down to her
ancestors coming from herbivores. Is there
something different about them? I try to think of
herbivores on Earth to compare, but they were all
dumb animals, only mating when. . .

An idea strikes me, and I look up to try it out, but
my time in the light is done, and before I can
form the switch, I find myself back in my own
bed. I’ll have to try tonight when she comes for
me again.

Exhausted from the treatment, I slip back into
sleep before five minutes have even passed.

* * * *

I wake slowly, some noise disturbing my rest.

Rolling over, I hope it’ll go away, but it continues
relentlessly. Groaning, I sit up, and only then am I
awake enough to realize someone is knocking on
my door.
“What?” I ask, more ornery than I’d intended, but
dammit, it’s Saturday, and I value my sleep.

Besides, if the demons arrive and I can’t stop
them somehow, I won’t be getting anymore
good sleep; only the long sleep of death.
“Nick, are you awake?” Groaning loudly, wanting
Tina to hear me, I flop back onto my pillow. I’d
told her I would talk to her today, but I didn’t
expect her to show up in my apartment.
“I am now,” I grump.
“Can I come in?” The door is already slowly
opening, and my frustration is building. What is
the point in asking, if she’s just going to come in
anyway? For half a heartbeat I’m tempted to close
the door as if it’s a switch, but decide against it.
“Might as well, but I’m only in my boxers.”
She slips quickly into my room, and shuts the
door behind her. Quietly, she goes to the foot of
my bed, and sits down, her hands clasped in her
lap, as she stares at her knees as though they can
impart some great wisdom to her. After she sits
there for awhile without speaking, I almost lose it.
“What do you want, Tina? It’s eight o’clock on a
Saturday. I don’t usually get up till at LEAST ten,
and last night was a tiring night.” Anger laces my
words, but I’m able to keep my volume level.

It isn’t likely that Dennis will have slept through
Tina’s knocking, but I don’t want to disturb any of
my other neighbors this morning either.
“Tiring. . .?” She looks up and around, and I
realize how that must have sounded.
“No, no one is here, I was just working on a
project, and it’s left me exhausted.”
It isn’t really a
lie. Somehow after everything, I don’t think I can
lie to her; it would make me feel like too much like
a hypocrite. She nods, and I can see that she is
relieved, before her eyes drop back down to her
lap.
“May I ask what kind of project?” Her voice is
pensive, and I can tell she is reluctant to ask me
this.

No, you may not, I think, but answer differently.
“It will take a couple weeks before I’m ready.”

She looks up at me, and then down again. I’ve
never seen her act like this before. Normally she
is so self confidant, but this morning it’s like she’s
an entirely different person.
“Oh, okay. You look good today, even your—“
She cuts herself off, and looks at my bare chest
and then to my jaw, and I know she is looking
for the bruises that are no longer there.
“Your
chest! Your bruises are gone. How. . .?”
I have to think fast. I don’t want to lie, but I can’t
tell her an alien healed me, either.
“You did give
me a really great massage.” I let that hang,
hoping she will draw the wrong conclusion, and
only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I’m lying.
“Massage. . . Yeah. . . I never knew a massage
could do that.” Her eyes are still locked on my
torso, and I want to change the subject.
“I don’t think you came to look at my bruises.

Why are you here?” i asked in a not very mean tone