Once at her appartment she started to look around, searching for the alien. She didn't find it. Of course the windows were open and the alien surely wished to hide, so she closed them all, including blinders and curtains. She tried again and failed. Then she turned down the lights, but she didn't hear any sound. She was about to desist when an idea popped up in her mind. She turned on the lights again and undressed. Sitting in the corner of her bedroom she spread her legs invitingy. Again nothing happened.

She sighed. It wasn't there. Maybe the entity was in some other appartment, fucking to exhaustion another lucky gal. Such a pity, she could had given him, or her, or it a couple more good rides. Or a thousand. She looked down at her pussy and decided that since she had the day for herself, and she was already naked, she coud do something productive. She started to masturbate. In no time her clit got hard and her pussy got moist. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on her fingers and her pussy. About a minute later she opened her eyes and inches away from her face she saw the oval, featureless, possibly head of the alien.

She froze. The alien didn't move. Her pussy was still wet. The orgasm was very close but getting farther by the second. She was horny. The alien wasn't moving. She was about to lose the orgasm. She resumed her stimulation. The alien got an inch closer to her face. She kept masturbating. The alien pressed the bottom half of her possibly face against her mouth. She kept masturbating. A protusion was formed on the alien's possible chin and entered in her mouth. She kept masturbating. The protusion filled her mouth and started to emit the same magnetic field of the previous night for a few seconds. What little dregs of cum remained in her mouth evaporated. She orgasmed with the alien's possible tongue still inside her. As her orgasm subsided the alien moved aside a coupe of inches, retracting its tongue.

-You have cleaned the cum. Thank you. Sometimes I like having it there, but not this one. I don't like my boss in that way. Or in any other way.- Two circles formed on the middle of the alien's head. In a quick motion its left circle flattened and expanded. She stared agape for a moment.- Did you just wink an eye? You understand me! Can you speak? Can you write?- The two circles faded and were replaced by a single word “Yes”.- Hoooly shit...

Mai asked the entity, whom she decided to call It for the time being, a bunch of questions. Apparently It was sort of a scientist and had arrived to Earth to study humans. The atmosphere was too dense and It's parachute malfunctioned, trapping it inside, until a certain laser cracked it open. After its awakening It absorved energy from the lab's electric grid. Since then It had been hiding, first in Mai's car and then in her house.

-”Thank you.”- He wrote at last on its forehead.

-Yeah, and... Why did you rape me?- Mai tried her best not to lose her mind and have a productive conversation. The idea of collaborating with It felt very logical to her.

-”To study your feelings and your biology.”

-Right... And what did you learn?

-”That I don't understand you and need to study you more.”- Mai wondered if that included raping her again.

The situation was so extreme that she considered calling the police, and let them deal with the alien. They'd do the job of bringing in whichever government agency used to deal with them. She was about to grab the phone but a strong jolt hit her brain, the strongest she had endured so far. So strong that she needed a couple of minutes to recover. Then a new idea came to her mind. Since she was involved in a clearly stressful situation, would be best to find something to do and distract herself. Her thoughts when to her second biggest concern that week, Bruce. She wanted to make clear if he hated her or not. She decided to go talk with him.

Half an hour later she knocked on his door. Surprised, as she had neer been there, he let her get in. He gently offered her something to drink in the kitchen and tried to make some uncomfortable small talk. They had been acquaintances for many years, but either Erik or Daniel had always been present, they had never been in such intimacy.

-So are you going to tell why are you here?

-I wanted to ask you if you hate me.- He suddenly slapped her on the cheek hard.

-Of course I don't hate you, you dumb cunt.- The answer was somehow contradictory and she was still confused.

-Then why do you treat me like that?

-Why...?- He closed his eyes and nodded several times. Then he opened a cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors. He unceremoniously started to cut the neck of her sweater to rebeal the tattoo on her neck and make impossible to hide it.- Because...- Then he cut two horizontal slits on her breasts and opening the zipper of her trousers, he cut downwards from there, leaving her panties exposed.- ...You...- After that he cut her panties on several places and rudely wanked them out.- ...Don't...- He followed by cutting her bra several times and yanked it out through one of the holes on her chest, widening it a bit more.- ...Stop...- At last he grabbed her long mane of hair and cut it oblicuously leaving one side intentionally much longer than the other.- ...Me.

-What...? The...? Fuck...! How you dare!- She tried to appear menacing but he just nodded and smiled.

-On your knees.- As she didn't move he grabbed what remained of her hair, yanked backwards to expose her cheek and slapped her again even harder.- Now!- She obeyed.

Immediately he opened his zipper and pushed his penis against her mouth. She knew what to do and started to lap his tip. He pushed deeper and she swirled her tongue around his shaft. Then he did what he liked the most. He grabbed her head and started to move it back and forth. Whenever he brought her head closer he at the same time pushed with his crotch. Grabbing her spoiled hair he kept fucking her mouth until he felt close to orgasm. Right on the edge he pushed her head backwards until she hit a cabinet behind her and he stroked his penis until he came on her face. He made a pause to calm himself.

-You can't do this to your wife, don't you? That's why you do it to me.

-No.- He reached down and rubbed her pussy with his fingers. He brought them up to show her what she already knew, that she was horny. He pushed them in her mouth to have them cleaned.- That's why.- Right after she had finished licking them clean he stood up and suddenly kicked her on her side, forcing her on four legs. He took a step to the side and angrily kicked her on her pussy. She felt on the floor. When she recovered from the initial shock and started to feel the pain, she grabbed her pussy and a couple of tears fell down her cheeks. That lasted merely for a couple of seconds as she quickly stood up in a last attempt to show defiance.- Get the fuck out my house, you disgusting whore!- She gulped trying to swallow her pride and her anger, and to hold her tears. She was about to open the door when he stopped her.- Mai! Come here.- She approached him expecting another slap. Instead he gave her what she most needed, a warm, sincere hug.- Undress, fully. Put that on.- He pointed at an apron.- Make lunch for two, I will be back soon. Make sure to play with your pussy to kept yourself warm.

Even more confused than before, she started to undress right after he left. Her clothes were ruined and she had nothing else to wear. Maybe Bruce would lend her some of his wife's garments. She put on the apron and like that started to cook. He arrived half an hour later when she was about to finish. He left a plastic bag he had brought on the floor and sat on chair, waiting in silence for her to set the table. He didn't seem to like how she had placed the dishes, as he moved them to be closer together. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled, guiding her to sit on his lap. Feeling awkward and blushing red she sat there. Immediately after she heard him opening his zipper and she felt the head of his penis pushing against her pussy. She let him maneuver her body until he found the right angle and then he entered as deep as it went.

-I told you not to fuck me there without a condom.

-You let Carl do it, so I can too.

-Do you do this with all your guests? Does your wife agree with it?

-He has fucked several guys, I don't care if she agrees or not.

They didn't argue any more and ate in silence. After that he ordered her to have a shower, as she still had his cum on her face, while he cleaned the dishes. Instead she took a long bath, considering that she had earned it after all the humilliations suffered. At no point she had felt in real danger, understanding that he meant to humilliate her more than anything else. It had been made clear that some elements of such treatment had aroused her, specifically the part of the blowjob but also the perspective of being forced to walk down the street exposing herself. Not so much the part of the hard blows.

When she opened the curtain of the bath tube he was already there. Instead of a towell he gave her a razor and ordered her to shave her crotch. While she did so he worked on her head. With a pair of scissors he cut her hair until only about four inches were left. Then with a pair of clippers he shaved her nape and temples leaving only a soft stubble. He removed the plug so the water took away all the hair and at least gave her a towell. While she dried he sprinkled repeatedly a liquid all around her recently shaved crotch. Soon the area started to burn. She tried to remove the liquid with the towell but he stopped her. While she was focused on her burning crotch he applied mousse on what little hair remained and combed it backwards and to one side, leaving a temple and an ear exposed and covering the other temple along with part of her nape. Only then he let her clean the burning liquid.

-Happy?

-Not yet.- He grabbed her hand and guided her back to the kitchen, where he showed her the contents of the bag.- This cannot happen again.- She kept looking at the items so he grabbed her chin and made her look at him.- I've done a lot of mean shit to see your reaction. You have merely taken it all, complain a bit and then crying for a few seconds. That cannot happen with me or anybody else. Your husband offered you to us to fuck you and mistreat you and you accepted and kept doing it years after his death. You have to set some limits. Tell me your limits.

-I don't think I'd like drinking pee or eating shit like you proposed.- He nodded and opened her legs.- A bit of pain is fine but you go too far.- He opened his zipper.- I'd like public exposure but I don't how to do it in a safe way.- He pressed the tip of his penis against her again moist pussy.- I'd like to show my tattoos to make people think that I'm an easy slut.- He entered her with a grunt and she gasped.

-Make them think so?- He grunted a couple more times and he started to move in and out.- Or show them the truth?

-I'd like guys to think that I'd fuck any and all of them.- He moaned a couple of times.- But I woudn't fuck all of them.

-You want to be the chooser.- He was fucking her in a nice, slow rhythm and she was enjoying it a lot.

-No. I want them to choose. I want them to get me naked in their kitchen, open my legs and fuck me.- He kept doing exacly that.- It is fine if they are rude and hurt me a bit, as long as they are not intentionally trying to do damage.- He grabbed her neck with one hand and a breast with the other squeezing them both, at the same time that he increased his pace. She yelped but opened her legs even more.- I want to feel raped.- He got out of her, made her turn around, pushed her against the countertop and entered her again deep and fast. In that posture she reached an orgasm after a couple of thrusts.- I want to feel endangered.- She said between gasps. He entered her a couple more times and came deep inside.- But I don't want to be in a real danger.- They rested for a minute.- And I wouldn't allow certain types of people inside me.

-Which types?

-People that I would never desire. People that wouldn't appreciate me. People that don't deserve me.