Page 8 of Volunteer 4711

I try to figure his shoes and trousers out faster, but when I’m not fast enough, he kicks me out of the way, moves in front of the toilet, and then looks at me expectantly.

I return his gaze in shock.

“Hold me,” he commands.

I shake my head. Holding an alien’s penis while he pisses isn’t something I want to do.

“Hold me,” he commands me louder. “You already failed, do this now, volunteer.”

By his tone, I realize that I’ve no choice. I also remind myself of my position and that I’m no longer free or on Earth. I’m Volunteer 4711. I get up off the floor quickly and go to him. I pull down his black undergarments and see two equal-sized silver penises. I swallow and take both of them in my hands, one for each hand, and hold them for what I hope is a good aim for the toilet. I don’t even know if he’s going to piss out of both, as I know nothing about Silvers, really. I look up at him, and our eyes meet, “Good?” I ask, knowing this isn’t the correct way to ask, but I’m so nervous now I cannot think of the right way in the alien language, so I’m just translating directly from English.

He gives me a disdainful look. “We will see,” he replies and then begins peeing.

At first, the urine streams go over the toilet, and I scream a little and then aim down. It’s too far, and then I end up with his piss splashing back at me until I get it right in the toilet. I feel like he’s peeing forever, and I wonder how large Silver’s bladders are. Examining his penises in my hands, I’m reminded of when I milked a cow when I was a girl. I doubt my patient wants me to squeeze, I think.

When he finishes, he says something incomprehensible to me.

I look up at him, still holding his penises, my hands and face lightly covered in splashes of his urine. “I don’t understand,” I admit.

Then he puts his hands on mine and shakes to get rid of the drips of excess urine. More of his pee gets on my hands, and I feel disgusted, but I hope that I hide my expression. I remind myself pee doesn’t hurt, and I can wash it off, but I know it’s really my shame for being in this position, not the urine. When he has finished shaking piss everywhere, I get down on the floor and try to figure out his shoes again. He watches me, and when I look up, it’s between his dangling penises. All I can think is,It doesn’t get any more alien than this.

After a while, I figure out how to undo his shoes the buttons on the inner side of the shoes that need to be pressed at the same time. When I press them, the shoes release and the trousers are set free. I remove the rest of his clothing, and as my eyes run along his silver body, looking for any injuries, I’m relieved that I can’t see any on his muscular body.

I turn on the steam shower and try to usher him in.

“You wash me. Take off your clothing, volunteer.”

“I can wash you with clothes,” I say, hoping he understands my meaning. I don’t want to be naked and violated by an alien with two penises. I’ve two holes too close by for him to not understand only one is for fornication.

“No,” he insists. “You wash me,” then he says a lot of things I don’t understand in his alien language, but by the look on his face, I can see that he’s annoyed.

I quickly take off my shirt and trousers made of inferior fabric, and then I’m completely nude. On Earth, I would’ve been considered a woman with curves; some might have even said I was on the chubby side. However, as Volunteer 4711, I’m lean, and my ribs are visible when I raise my arms. I still have my breasts and hips, but I don’t have very much extra fat. I do look healthier than the Silver females at the farm, who like the males, are very thin and wiry.

My patient’s blue eyes watch me, but I can’t read anything from his expression except annoyance that I’m taking too long. I join him in the steam shower. And I forgot that I’m wounded too. The steam hurts where I was burned, and I wince and hold back a scream of pain. The alien male gently holds one of my arms, so I don’t fall. When the pain subsides, I look up at him, and he gives me a look of concern. This is both comforting and frightening as I don’t want to seem too vulnerable, as I don’t want to be raped. So, I begin working the soap through his white-blonde hair. He closes his eyes while I strain on my tip toes to reach his head, even though he’s leaning down for me, he’s just too tall. I pretend I don’t see his penises twitching under the steam shower. However, it just makes me work faster and more thoroughly. Once I’ve washed the blue blood out of his hair, I say, “Move out.” I indicate with my fingers that I want to look at his head.

He leans down even further for me.

I’m relieved to see it was just a small gash. “It’s okay.”

I nudge him back into the steam shower, and without him having to tell me, I begin to wash the rest of his body. I can almost imagine I’m washing a Greek statue of a god with his silver coloring,But a Greek statue with two penises, who bleeds,I remind myself,and has sexual needs. When I come to his penises, I pull back the foreskin on each one to gently clean him, and I can’t help but notice his body reacts to my touch in ways I don’t want. I don’t look up at him. I don’t want to encourage anything.

I feel like I’ve dodged a bullet when he allows me to finish washing his legs and feet, and he hasn’t tried to have sex with me. When I finish washing his feet, I look up and notice his large penises are fully erect and are relative to his size, which are definitely too large for my vagina and my ass. I’m already in pain and don’t need any more today. I force myself to make eye contact with him. “Finished.”

“Stand,” he tells me, and I obey, hoping he will not ask me to bend over for his other needs. “Wash yourself, Water woman.”

He stands to the side in the steam shower and watches me quickly wash myself. I try to touch my body as uninterestingly and in the most unseductive way possible, which isn’t difficult because I’m also in pain and wince every now and then when the steam catches me wrongly. I start with my brown hair and rub the soap quickly and vigorously through the long strands. Then run my hands rapidly over my body down to my feet, then switch the stream to clean and meet his eyes. “Finished.”

“Switch on the dryer,” he commands me, and I obey. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth. I think of Florida for a moment and push away the pain and this strange situation.

Afterward, I put back on my dirty clothing. He just stands there, expectantly. I pick up his clothing to help him.

“You wash these,” he says, indicating his clothing.

“I have no clothes for you.”

“I need no clothes. You wash,” he says, indicating his clothing again.

I agree. Then lead him back to my room. I’m grateful that we don’t pass anyone in the hallway. Not that I have a reputation to maintain on the farm slash brothel, but it’s odd walking through the house with a naked alien, and I worry I might be breaking some law without knowing it.

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