“I got to stop waking up like this,” Ben groaned as he cracked his eyes open. The first thing he looked for was Centara, but once he saw he was alone Ben allowed himself to relax. The young boy smacked his lips as he awoke, picking up a robust, delicious flavor on his lips. A shudder ran through Ben when he recognized it as the juices that had been flowing from the nameless alien he had eaten. A feeling of sadness filled Ben, he had taken a life and although she had been lewd, she had still been an innocent. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Ben sighed loudly.

“I never even learned what her name was.”

“Whose name, master?”

“Gaaahhhh!” Spinning around, Ben tried to see who had just spoken, but saw no one around. He hopped off the bed, looking around for someone that could be hiding. The nameless alien he ate had rarely spoken, but Ben knew without a doubt that it was her voice he had heard.

“Is someone here?” Ben asked slowly. He waited for a reply, but everything remained quiet. Calming down, Ben started to think that his guilty mind had imagined the voice. He had taken a life; there was bond to be some mental trauma.

“I think we’re alone, master. I heard mistress Centara leave while you were resting and there is no one else on board.”

“Not freaking out,” Ben mumbled to himself after the voice stopped talking. So much for imaging the voice. Now that he had heard it again, he could tell that it wasn’t coming from around him, it was coming strait from his head. Gulping nervously, Ben sat back down on the bed and tried not to panic too much.

“Are you a ghost? Because if you are, I’m so sorry for what I did. I never wanted to hurt you, but that crazy green skinned chick was nuts and if I didn’t do what she wanted, she would of…”

Ben was cut off by laughter. Not angry, loud laughter, but soft, almost bell like laugh. Ben’s heart skipped a beat at the soft giggle. It was so sweet that he got a big goofy smile on his face, as he got lost in the gentle chuckle coming from inside his head.

“Master, why are you apologizing? Although I feared death, it was worth it for the joy I felt in those few minutes your tongue pleasured me. I’d never felt such pleasure before, mistress Centara told me that such pleasure was undeserving of a creature so unworthy.”

Ben’s face softened at the hurt tone in the alien’s voice when she mentioned Centara. The fanatical woman was pure evil for hurting such an innocent creature. Sure, Ben had no clue why Centara felt the other alien woman was worthless, but nothing gave her an excuse to hurt another living creature.

“Can you do me a favor, forget everything that bitch Centara told you. I may have not known you very long, but you seem like a nice, sexy, kind alien that doesn’t deserve to be treated like this by a two dollar whore like Centara!” A shocked intake of breath came from the nameless alien. Ben wasn’t sure whether she was taken aback by the kind words he had said about her or by him calling Centara a bitch and whore.

“T-t-hank y-you, master,” she gushed happily, sniffing several times as the tears started. Ben smiled happily; he didn’t have to see her face to know she was crying for joy. Who knew that just a few kind words could move a girl so much? Thinking about not being able to see her, Ben started to wonder where the alien was precisely. Was her voice in his mind or was she in the watch somewhere?

“Hey, um, you,” Ben said, having no other name to call her but ‘you’. “By any chance do you know where you are? Because if your alive, I’d sure like to get you back to normal and out of my head.”

“I’m sorry master, I’m not sure where I am. It’s very dark in here, but it’s very warm and there is this thick liquid around me. I tasted it while you were sleeping and it was yummy, almost like man nectar.”

“Man nectar?” Ben said and scratched his head. He had no clue what the heck man nectar was, but for some reason, he knew Gwen would be able to figure it if she was here.

“Master, maybe if I move around it’ll help you find me?” The nameless alien suggested and Ben didn’t stop her. Nothing happened at first, but then Ben felt it, a small tingling between his legs. Instinctively, he reached down, scratching his scrotum at the strange itch. As his fingers stroked his ball, the alien inside him let out a small cry in surprise.

“Master! Everything’s shaking, what’s going on?”

Blinking several times, Ben pulled his hand up and looked down between his legs. The cogs in his head turned as the implausible answer to where the alien went when she was digested came to him. Ben’s jaw went slack and his eyes wide. Some wired stuff had happened to him over the summer, but he might have just hit a new level of bizarre.

“Um, I don’t want you to panic, but I think you might be in my balls.”