Snippets from "DRAX"

THESE ARE SNIPPETS FROM MY NEWLY RELEASED BOOK "DRAX"

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

Drax replayed the scene from Blade Runner over and over, pondering the impact of what the replicant Roy had said. What would it be like, she wondered, to know exactly when you were going to die? Would it be comforting or troublesome?

No matter. She had work to do. She paused the DVD player, slipped on a black silk blouse, black leather miniskirt and black stacked heels. No underwear – they would just be in the way.

She opened the refrigerator and analyzed the bottles of sports drinks illuminated by the soft light. Although some glowed red and others blue, they tasted the same to Drax. She chose two bottles, drank them and ate two chocolate bars. Satisfied that she had enough energy for her night’s work, she laid a Dolce and Gabbana purse over her shoulder and took the elevator to the bottom floor. Walking out of her Upper East Side apartment, she stopped to greet the doorman, Frank.

“How are you this evening, Frank?”

“Just fine, Ms...um...”

“Drax. I have lived here a week.”

Frank fidgeted, shifting his weight from side to side. Normally he knew everyone in the building, but he had a hard time placing Ms. Drax. “Yes, of course,” he said. “I apologize.”

“No need,” Drax said. “I’m going out for a bit.”

“Yes, ma’am. Do you need a cab?”

“No thank you. I’ll walk.”

Frank’s heart pounded a little harder as he watched her walk away into the night. Five ten, he figured, maybe one thirty. Perfect face, perfect ass, and perfect tits, perfect long black hair, perfect blue eyes, perfect face sculpted out of blemish free alabaster skin. Just perfect.

****

She approached the third man she had chosen, put her hand on his head, and asked, “Do you find me attractive?” Images of a crying woman on her knees assaulted her mind. More images entered her brain, images of the man standing over the woman with clenched fists while she begged him to stop hitting her. “If you find me attractive,” she said, “follow me.”

Like a puppy, the man followed Drax as she led him out of the club. She led him down a side street where, unlike the main avenue, there were many dark alleys and doorways in which they could disappear. Taking him into a one such alley, she unzipped his pants, fondled his erect penis, and placed her hand on his throat. She sensed the excitement and the lust pulsing through his veins. Understanding the differences in anatomy, she nonetheless translated as best she could the pleasure he felt into pleasure she would feel when someone would touch her vagina. She liked it and, to her surprise, she no longer had to manufacture moistness in that region. The dampness she felt was being created by her body. Now that she had begun to read thoughts, her biomasses were adapting to human form.

But, based on his thoughts, she knew the man was not suitable for her purposes. “Time to die,” she said. With a quick upwards thrust, she snapped his neck. Turning around, she began walking to the club while the man was still twitching, his death throes subsiding.

Back in the club, she approached the second man again. “Would you like to mate with me?” she asked.

****

Drax was pleased by the size of Remo’s penis. Although she had no reason to suspect that bigger penises resulted in more pleasure for women, she remembered Lyle’s angry response to her comment about his smallness. She also remembered something about pounding the nail. She hoped Remo knew how to pound a nail. “Sexually,” she said. “What do you like?”

“What...whatever you like,” Remo mumbled.

She put his hand on her head and ordered him to lie down on the bed. While her fingers lingered on his temple, she took his erect penis into her mouth. She monitored Remo’s sensations and translated them into her own. New words entered her brain, words generated by the man’s thoughts. He apparently was torn between wanting his cock, the word he used for his penis, in her pussy, the word he used for her vagina, and wanting his cock in her mouth. Strange new emotions consumed her, emotions she enjoyed, emotions that seemed to build, and emotions that exploded within her just as Remo emptied his jism into her mouth.

Drax enjoyed the emotions! She wanted more! Ensuring that Remo was hard enough to penetrate her, and keeping her hand on his head, she lowered herself onto his cock. More wonderful sensations filled her body, compelling her to move faster and faster, as though she had no choice. She pressed her lips against his, again experiencing the sensation of love.

She felt Remo’s desires to suck on her breasts, so she lowered them to his mouth.

She felt his desire to feel her buttocks, or her ass as he called it, so she placed his hands back there.

New images flooded her mind. “You want to penetrate my anus, don’t you?”

Remo, unable to lie, answered, “Yes. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?”

“Yes. That...that opening isn’t intended to take things in, is it?”

“I understand,” Drax said. “Let’s complete this act and discuss my anus later.”

****

Drax was beginning to experience sensations without having to tap into the minds of others. She enjoyed taking Remo’s penis into her mouth and pressing it against her throat. Chills ran through her body when she felt it respond to the motions of her tongue and teeth. She knew that part of the excitement she felt was mental, being generated as it was by the excitement Remo felt. She enjoyed exciting Remo and fed off his pleasure.

But there was something else. Drax enjoyed the contrast between the soft flesh of Remo’s penis and the hard muscle that she could press her teeth into. She enjoyed the taste of the small dribbles of excretions that oozed from the tip of his penis and, remembering the taste of his ejaculate, she eagerly awaited his explosion.

But the explosion was not to come. She felt a slight touch under her chin. Although she couldn’t understand why he wanted her to stop, this was a signal from him. He wanted her to stand.

She kissed her way up his body, pausing to bite his nipples and experience his shudders. Her eyes closed, she pressed her lips against his and extracted heat from his mouth. She heard the words I love you in his mind, but still he resisted saying them. No matter. If she controlled his penis, she controlled him.

“Let me do you,” he whispered.

At first Drax couldn’t understand the need to speak softly when engaged in a sexual activity, but now she realized that whispering added to the intimacy of the situation. Of course, when orgasming, screaming seemed to be in order. Humans were indeed complex. She pressed her lips against Remo’s neck and whispered, “Do me? Explain.”

“You know, eat your pussy.”

Drax withdrew from Remo in alarm. Eat her pussy? She did not possess a feline animal. Eat? Was Remo suggesting some type of ritualistic cannibalism? “My…pussy?”

Remo laughed. “It’s an expression. Your pussy is your…vaginal area. When a man eats a woman’s pussy, he’s performing oral sex on her. You’ve never heard this expression?”

“No, but it makes sense. A pussy is a slang expression for a feline…”

“Yes,” Remo said. “Do you know what a cock is?”

“Yes. A cock is a male fowl.”

Remo’s heart slammed against his ribs. Drax was so inexperienced and he had so much to teach her. “A cock is also slang for a penis. I’d love to hear you call my penis a cock.”

Drax’s heart slammed against her ribs. She had so much to learn and Remo seemed to be the right teacher. She remembered Remo using the word cock to describe his penis and could not understand the relationship to a male fowl, but that didn’t matter. She would use the word he preferred. Pressing against him, she whispered, “I love feeling your cock in my pussy.”

Remo swallowed hard. “That’s…that’s called fucking.”

Drax stroked Remo’s cock, alternating between grasping it between her fingers and letting her fingers slide over it. “So, when you penetrated my anus, you were fucking my anus?”

Sweat poured off Remo’s body. “Fucking…your ass, yes.”

“And when your cock is in my mouth, you’re fucking my mouth?”

“Um…no, not exactly,” Remo said. “That’s sort of an expression used to describe…um…when a man grabs a woman…uh…when my cock is in your mouth, you’re…sucking it.”

“Sometimes,” Drax said. “Sometimes I’m licking it, sometimes I’m biting it, sometimes…”

“Listen,” Remo gasped. “Would you like me to eat your pussy?”

“Yes,” Drax said. “I remember the first time you did that and…” She paused, realizing that when Remo performed oral sex on her, she concentrated on his mental state and not her own. She now desired to form her own experiences. “Yes, eat it and then fuck it. Fuck it with your cock.”

****

Remembering to use the word Remo used for breasts, Drax said, “I understand you have augmented tits,” Drax said.

Carla laughed. “Excuse me?”

“I’d like to examine them,” Drax said.

“You…you want to see them?”

“No. I want to examine them.”

“You mean…”

“Yes. May I take off your blouse?”

Carla, torn between the fear of being discovered and the desire to have a woman as beautiful as Drax fondle her, began to shake. But she nodded her head up and down.

Drax began to unbutton Carla’s blouse, saying, “I see you wear a bra. I don’t like those. Why do you bother?”

Carla could only shrug.

When Carla’s blouse was off, Drax said, “Allow me.” She reached around Carla’s back, undid the snaps on the bra and let if flutter to the floor. Then, starting gently and increasing her pressure, she began to run her hands over Carla’s breasts.

“They feel quite real,” Drax said. “And you seem to enjoy having them manipulated as much as I enjoy manipulating them. Would you like to feel my tits?”

Carla’s eyes grew wide. Her breathing heavy with anticipation, she whispered, “Yes.”

“Excellent,” Drax said. Removing her blouse and tossing it aside, she said, “My tits seem to be pointer than yours. Feel them and give me your opinion.”

Her hands trembling, Carla slid one hand over Drax’s breasts and moved between them. Unable to control her desires and throwing caution to the wind, she reached her other hand around Drax’s neck and pulled her toward her, slipping her tongue into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” Drax moaned. “You like kissing. I do as well. Does it make your pussy wet?”

Carla stammered, “I…I’m sure it does.”

“May I examine your pussy, Carla?”

Carla tried to say please, but she could only mumble, “P…p…p…”

Drax entered Carla’s mind and saw that she indeed wanted her to examine her pussy. Unzipping Carla’s skirt, she let it fall to the ground. She prepared to remove her panties, but stopped. Carla’s undies were unlike any she had ever seen. “What is this?”

“It…it’s a thong,” Carla said. “Have you never worn one? I imagine that with your figure, a thong would be perfect for you.”

“No,” Drax said. “I normally don’t wear undergarments. See?” Drax slithered out of her miniskirt and stood facing Carla wearing nothing but her high heels.

Remo and Anthony, having conducted their business, walked into the room and came to a dead stop. Remo gulped and, almost in a whisper, mumbled, “What the fuck?”

“I was examining Carla’s breasts and pussy,” Drax said. “I think I’d like to experience eating a woman’s pussy. Would you enjoy that, Carla?”

Carla, a hot carnal urge pulsing through her veins, simply nodded.

“Excellent,” Drax said. “Let’s go to one of the bedrooms.”

Remo was frozen in place, but then said, “Now wait a minute. You can’t…”

Anthony put the back of his arm across Remo’s chest. “Let’s just see what happens,” he said. “Shall we?”

****

“I don’t understand,” Drax said. “Didn’t you enjoy training my sister?”

“Yes, but…” Remo grabbed his hair and tried to find a way to explain his objections to what just happened. “What we did with Carla and Anthony was wrong, but what we did with your sister is worse!”

“Explain,” Drax said. “You came in Carla’s mouth, so you obviously enjoyed the sex we had. And you came inside Excitement, so you also…”

“Yes,” Remo said, frustration tearing at him. “But something like Carla and Anthony should be a decision we both make. It seemed like…you…I…I don’t understand why I allowed myself…”

“Didn’t you like seeing Anthony fuck me? It excited me to think of your cock…”

“No,” Remo said. “That’s the point. I did not like seeing Anthony fuck you. I…I didn’t like seeing used like…like…”

Drax touched Remo’s hand to interpret his thoughts. “I understand. You saw me as though I was being used as an object rather than a person and…you…have feelings…” Confusion consumed Drax as she tried to determine how mutually agreed to multiple partner sex would be acceptable to Remo, but incidental multiple partner sex was not. “I think I understand. If we knew some people whom we both liked, then you would eagerly allow the man to fuck me…”

“I’m not saying that,” Remo said. “Oh, God. You make my brain hurt, Drax. Okay, yes, if we both wanted to, then I suppose…”

“But my sisters, then. You must understand that we are not…how do you say…related by blood, so if you are upset by the concept of incest, then there should be no problem.”

“Not…not related? But how…how can she look so much like you? Yes, I know that her skin…”

Drax quickly cut off Remo’s train of thought. “My people are…mmmm…experts at genetic engineering. My parents, in particular, decided to provide my sisters and me with the means to be readily accepted into society. Given the predilection of most societies to worship attractive women, they focused on that aspect. I have many sisters, Remo. The next one to arrive will be, I believe, what you call…” Drax caught herself about to use the word humans, paused and then continued. “She will be what you envision as Asian in appearance, although she will still resemble me.”

Remo swallowed hard. “Asian?”

“Yes. Her buttocks will be slightly flatter than mine and her breasts will be slightly smaller. But her personality will also be altered so she will be more amenable to accepting commands from men.”

“Jesus,” Remo whispered.

Drax touched her hand to Remo’s forehead. Again she felt a bit of jealousy but dismissed it. “You seem to like the idea of fucking an Asian woman.”

“I…I…”

“Do you think you would prefer her to me?”

“No, of course not.”

“But you would like to engage in sex with her.”

“Ummm…”

“No matter. The next sister will be what you refer to as Brazilian. She will have small, hard breasts and a firmer, rounder buttock.”

“Oh my God,” Remo moaned.

“The next will be Semitic. She will have larger breasts than mine and a somewhat more volatile personality.”

Remo wiped away sweat droplets on his brow.

“It appears,” Drax said, “that you are beginning to accept the idea of engaging in sex with my sisters.”

“If…if it is alright with you, then…but it’s not for the reasons you think.”

“I think it’s because you find the idea of fucking someone who looks like me, but who is not me, while I engage in other sexual practices with her or with you, to be very exciting.”

Remo lifted a corner of the bed cover to wipe more sweat off his body. “Yes. I shouldn’t want that, but…there’s something about you…I…yes. I want that. I want to have intercourse…with your sisters.”

“And me.”

“And you.”

“And, perhaps, with others, like Carla and…”

“No. I mean, I don’t know. If that’s what you want, then…”

“Excellent,” Drax said. “Excellent.”

****

Drax took the dress from the clerk and stepped into a changing room. She shed her clothes, reached into her purse, dabbed her finger into her vial and licked it. Concentrating, she willed her skin to darken. After examining the results, she willed her nipples to darken even more. Satisfied that she had the perfect tan, she put on the black dress and walked out of the room.

“Hey,” the clerk said, “How did you…”

She touched him on the arm and said, “I have always been this tan. What other colors do you have?”

The clerk, slightly confused, swallowed and said, “We have six other colors in all, including white. If you’re not conscious about…um…certain parts of your body being slightly visible, I’d recommend white or yellow, but…”

“Do you mean my nipples?”

The clerk felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck. “Yes. Shall I get you…”

“White,” Drax said. “I will put it on and wear it home. I’ll take all the others as well. You’ll have them delivered.”

“Yes. I…I…” The clerk spun around and disappeared to the back of the store, returning with the white dress on a hangar and the others over his arm.

Drax took the white dress and retreated to the dressing room. She was satisfied with her appearance, especially with the dark orbs that peered out from under the fabric. Stepping back into the store, she handed the clerk her other clothes. “How do I look?”

“Christ, lady,” the clerk said. “I’m gay and even I’m turned on.”

“Gay?”

“Yeah, you know, I like…men.”

“Ah. I like men and women both especially at the same time. You should try it.”

The clerk laughed. “I don’t think…”

Drax touched his forehead. “You should try it. You will enjoy it.”

“I should try it,” the clerk mumbled. “I will enjoy it.”

“Let me pay for these. Have them to my apartment within two hours, please.” She handed the clerk two one hundred dollar bills and said, “These are for you. I will shop here again.”

Leaving the clerk in a state of shock, she began sauntering out of the store just as a young couple was walking in. As she passed them, she touched each of them on the arm. “You will have sex with the clerk-both of you. You will enjoy it.”

Satisfied that she had done a good deed, she smiled and got into the cab. “I am going to purchase some underwear,” she said. “You will wait for me again.”

“Yes,” the cabbie said. “I will wait.”