Collective Intelligence

The extraterrestrial being looked like a woman. Not any woman... the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Her skin was pale and unblemished. She was tall, with long slender legs and arms, and looked very much as if she had been carved by the Gods from the most flawless piece of marble they could get their hands on. Everything, from the sheet of thick, wet silvery-blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders to brush the tops of the plump curve of her ass, to the pretty toes of her delicate feet seemed to radiate nothing short of perfection. There's no way this is real... or legal. It's illegal to keep someone captive isn't it? There's no way a woman could be... so perfect...

He couldn't help but notice the longer he looked upon her that there were a few things about her that were unmistakably inhuman... like the fact that her flat stomach did not have a navel opening. Her eyes were without a doubt the most unusual and transfixing thing he had ever seen. They were wide and hypnotic with slitted pupils like that of a feline's, lined with thick, dark lashes and brows. Their irises were reflective and iridescent like captive gemstones shining in her skull. Poking from her snowy locks were small, slightly pointed ears... and when her lips pulled into a grin toward him he noticed her pearly canine teeth seemed ever so slightly more prominent than that of the average human.

She was entirely nude right now. Bare as the day she was born he was certain--if she had in fact been born to parents, like humans were. The longer he looked at her the more she seemed to be a Goddess in true form if he had ever thought of one. She could've been Venus, Persephone, or Aphrodite--or any otherworldly creature that could only exist in myth or fantasy.

Des could barely tear his eyes away from her voluptuous feminine figure, with her slim waist, wide hips and absolutely perfect fucking tits. He couldn't help but notice that she was hairless everywhere except for her head. His eyes unable to stop themselves from dropping down her smooth stomach to her pelvis, teasing over the plump, silky smooth curve of the feminine mound just above her creamy, pallid thighs.

There was no doubt as she dried droplets of water from her incredible body that agents Black and Renfield were practically salivating as they stood beside the glass. And he couldn't help but notice that she was looking at him, unblinking from across the room with a smile tugging over her full mouth. For the love of--fuck--there's no way I'm going to be able to focus if she's going to look at me like that the entire time--

"...We can see it, but it can't see us."

"Are.. are you, uh... you're sure about that?" He ripped his eyes away from her forcefully as he felt blood rushing to his face, and other extremities, and turned his attention to Agent Bernard. The slightly older operative had tucked his hands into the pockets of his black jacket and smirked a bit, before giving a firm nod.

"There's two way glass on the other side. The containment room is constructed of three layers--the two way, several meters of industrial plexiglass, and several meters of specialized ballistic glass. The same goes for the tube. This containment cell can stand up to an atomic bomb and it won't be able to get out of there... so we're absolutely safe here."

"You call Nine 'it'... but... Nine looks female?"

"That's what it wants you to see. If it wants to look like a parrot, a cricket, or a bookshelf... it can. If it wants to look like one of us, or you, it can... Don't be fooled for a second Loyd. Nine is a crafty fucking EB. It killed a lot of men who thought the same thing, before it got here. Best to stay focused and not add yourself--or us--to the list... you got it?"

Desmond nodded his head slowly, and kept his eyes from the ethereal creature in the containment room as it moved away from the glass toward the simple bed in the corner, and lowered itself onto the sheets, taking a book from the small shelf sitting aside it. It didn't bother to clothe itself.

"You think you'll be alright here, Loyd? You're not getting cold feet are you?" Agent Bernard frowned slightly, noticing his eyes tempting back toward Nine, who was no longer paying any mind to the people on the other side of the wall.

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

"Good. I'm going to lose my mind if I don't head topside for a bit. You're welcome to bunk here. I'll take the weekend overnight shifts, so you're free to go wherever you'd like Saturday and Sunday. I'll set you up in the café with a laptop so you can finish up your onboarding and get your retina scans and fingerprints in the system."

Des's eyes were tempted back to her, the quiet, lecherous mumbles of agents Black and Renfield amongst each other not going unnoticed. She had turned her head, and was watching him once again with that delectable smile on her lips. She slowly turned her attention back to the book in her hands, and Desmond could only think to turn away as his mind seemed to go entirely blank of everything Agent Bernard had just said to him. He was still speaking, in fact...

"Your car has been moved to storage, so if you need to leave for any reason, just mention it to Dr. Wells. He's in charge of security clearance for our level while the Head Researcher is out." Agent Bernard couldn't help letting his eyes move back over to Nine for a moment, who rested on her stomach upon the plain white bed in the corner of the containment room. His eyes lingered only for a moment before he turned his back to the lab, and gestured for Desmond to follow.

Agent Bernard had gone over most everything about his occupation here before he left the prior evening. Desmond spent most of the remaining time lingering in the front of the laboratory, listening to his fellow agents talk between one another, while the newest addition to their team accustomed himself to this very unusual and sterile environment.

The extraterrestrial being did not often let her eyes stray from him that night, despite the fact that Bernard had insisted she couldn't see any of them through the glass. Eventually the lights of the containment room faded to darkness on a timer, and she sat there still with her novel for a short amount of time, occasionally glancing up to him. He could see her eyes reflecting from across the room like an animal's in the dark; luminous orbs of multifaceted mystery that observed him with fascination, until she finally set her novel aside and turned away from them to drift off to sleep.

Eventually, his new co-workers split off to various activities to keep them occupied over the boring overnight shift, and daylight was upon them before long. The doctors filtered back in through the heavy metal doors and relieved him of his station, and off he went to try and settle into his new accommodations here.

It was odd, being so deep underground. It was bizarrely quiet. He swore he could hear his hair growing in the eerie silence, and immediately made a mental note to ask if bluetooth speakers were permitted. His tour guide had presented him with the tech installed into the walls of the researchers barracks that allowed the spaces of most of the recreational and leisure areas to transform into reflections of the real world. Massive depictions could play over the walls of various cities and destinations in immaculate high definition. It looked as if you were peering out a window. It helped to not feel so strangely isolated, dozing off looking out over New York City.

Desmond had trouble falling asleep the first day--having to do so at the time he typically woke on his regular schedule might have had something to do with it. When he finally dozed off he found that he rested rather well. His alarm had seemed to go off so quickly by comparison to finally falling asleep. The sleeping pods were empty, all except for himself. The walls had returned to their monochromatic schemes and the lights were dimmed so that he could just make out the shapes of the row of bunks in the pod. Des lay there for what felt to be the longest time.

He had fallen asleep mostly clothed, knowing well that it would be at least until morning before his effects had been delivered... but he had woken nude. It was odd to say the least. He didn't remember taking his clothes off, nor could he see immediately where exactly he had placed them. As the handle of the door leading out into the round-about hall that connected all areas of the researcher's wing shifted, he almost immediately pulled the pristine white comforter up over his nude body, and let his eyes slip closed. He didn't want to put off any of his coworkers who might think to come to rest by being stark naked in his bunk.

There was no sound of footsteps, but he was certain the door had opened. He heard it shut gently, and drew in a deep breath, wondering the time. Where did I put my watch? Or phone? I hope I'm not late... He was none the wiser to the slowly approaching being, who's bare feet made not even the softest of noises as she crossed through the barracks with unhesitating fixation, down to the foot of the bunk he rested on with determination. He felt pressure at his feet, but only slightly. His eyes snapped open at the realization that someone was not only coming onto the bed, but they were moving beneath the blankets.

"Whoa! Hey! H--hey what're you doing?! Excuse me--" He pulled the blankets away, and felt his heart practically stop in his chest as he moved to sit as quickly as he could. Settled between his legs, looking every bit as breathtakingly gorgeous as the moment he had seen her, was EB #091783. She was absolutely nude, still, with her long slender fingers sliding up along his toned legs and the most wicked curve on her beautifully full lips.

Her pupils had widened, the darkness of them disturbingly beautiful. She looked very much like a kitten of sorts ready to pounce upon her favorite plaything. Des was shaking his head, terror stricken to his core as the otherworldly creature moved closer to him, unable to find his voice and absolutely shaken in the moment. An incredibly deadly creature from another world had somehow got out of what had been described to him as the world's most impenetrable prison, and was now before him very naked and very nearly on top of him.

"Oh God, Mary, and Joseph!--Oh sweet, baby Jesus, please... Please don't hurt me!"

Did she even understand English? Would she even care? He had only just begun to read through her file and the earliest depictions of her interactions with men were enough to turn the stomach of even the most hardened of them. The graphic photos that accompanied the depictions of absolute carnage were something Des had rapidly passed by. It wasn't a situational thing. This deadly being had murdered thousands of well trained soldiers, agents and civilians in her time on this planet. He was simply one lowly, rookie CIA agent.

She was still moving. He squeezed his eyes shut with shuddered breath escaping as he felt her fingertips snake their way up along his thighs. God how soft she was. He swore he'd never felt anything like it, the electric way her touch tickled just barely over his flesh, raising the fine hairs along his skin as they traveled.

"Please... please just... go... go wherever you want--you're free! I won't stop you, I won't tell anyone I even saw you, I swear it on my Ma--I promise..."

There was something sweet and lyrical about the sound that rose in her throat... an angelic soprano coo that melted into a playful sort of giggle. But she didn't open her mouth to speak. She settled between his thighs, her back arched and amazingly shapely ass high in the air. Desmond had yet to open his eyes in fear that he would witness the horrors of being disemboweled or having his heart torn from his chest by the extraterrestrial being, even as her ghostly soft fingers moved to massage up against his toned thighs and the masculine dip of his pelvis.

...If he didn't know any better, it seemed killing him was the very last thing on her mind.

The uninvited touch had stirred the earlier lustful flickers that danced through his mind when he witnessed the ethereal creature in all of her nude glory for the first time, pulsing blood to the flaccid appendage between his legs. He felt his cock twitch shortly followed by a surge of utter dread. She's really going to fucking kill me now... He felt her fingers coiling around the base of his semi-soft erection, and the feel of her breath hotly caressing over impossibly sensitive skin. His breath hitched. His hands had gone to the sheets, strong grasp coiling tightly as he found himself torn now somewhere between abject horror and some certainly twisted manner of arousal. Ever so slowly his eyes opened.

She rested there on her elbows, her lips slowly descending down the length of his member causing him to shudder and his eyes to go wide. She stared up at him with those eyes like wild gemstones, the voluminous orbs of her pupils sinking to pin-thin slivers as her gorgeous lips caressed the length of him. He grew in her hand by the moment as she teased him with her lips from base to tip, and he found every bit of apprehension and fear slowly seeping from him. The rapid rise and fall of his chest tapered off to slow, deep breaths. Her lips... god those lips--was it possible they were even softer than her hands? Was all of her that sinfully soft?

His eyes didn't know where to rest. Upon her attentive unblinking gaze, or her full pink lips closing slowly over the head of his cock now with devious enjoyment. They danced back to her body, arched like a feline upon the pristine pad of the memory foam mattress, with that beautifully round ass raised into the air. His eyes raced back down to her disturbingly symmetric face, sweeping her small straight nose and high cheekbones. He could only admire her, observing neatly curved brows over those impossibly expressive, otherworldly eyes.

A soft, stifled groan rumbled in his throat as he felt himself enveloped in the bliss of her warm, wet lips. Her impossibly long tongue extended to curl around him in a feat he imagined was utterly impossible for the average human woman, causing his breath to hitch again, and a soft utter of satisfaction escaping his mouth in a barely coherent string of words.

"Ohhhhhfuck... God, please, Nine..." His breathless gasp inspired her to take more of him in with vigor, her lips sinking rapidly down his shaft, delighting in the way his cock grew fully firm between her lips. His hands couldn't stop themselves from shifting from the sheets to her head up into those feathery tendrils of snowy-blonde hair.

As if the feel of her plush mouth and her tongue coiling around him wasn't enough, she sunk down until every inch of him had been forced between her lips. His cock pressured its way down into her throat and once she had achieved that, she began to suck. The force and suction was torn somewhere between absolutely incredible and the borders of uncomfortable, and fuck if he didn't feel as if he would cum in any second! He groaned again, helpless to her will at that moment--God, he wouldn't have stopped her even if he wanted to now. His only regret was that in that moment of utter helplessness he had yet to do anything to return the favor.

"Nine... Nine, please... it's too much!" Her lips began to shift slowly, drawing all the way back until only the tip of him remained between her lips, her tongue lashing out once again to close nearly entirely around the thick, swollen length of him. He cursed aloud, forcing his eyes open to the incredible erotic image of that long, silky pink tongue squeezing around his shaft. Precum leaked eagerly from the tip of his arousal only to be captured greedily by the ethereal being's mouth. She purred her satisfaction. Her slender arms had begun to shift, her fingertips racing up his body, along the ripples of muscle over his abdomen with possessive appreciation.

"God, you feel so fucking good..." It wasn't even fair, no. She began to sink her mouth back upon his cock and suckled him with such intensity his eyes snapped closed, and he leaned his head back against the metal railing of the head of the bunk bed, and bit his lip. "Fuck--fuck--fuck--"

Her delicate fingers brushed against his nipples as she sucked hard and brought her lips up, then released the pressure as she bobbed her head back down, and forced the tip of him once again down into the tightness of her throat. He panted, and felt perspiration blossoming upon his skin, over his forehead and shoulders. He held desperately onto her head with all the fondness of a first-time lover. "N-Nine... I'm... please, I can't.. I'm going to cum!"

It was what she wanted. The agonizingly slow pace she bobbed up and down with her lips locked in a deathgrip on his cock had increased in those moments to wild levels, forcing him again and again deeply into her throat and sucking with such incredible force he could barely breathe.

His cock jerked and he shot heavy streams of cum between those deliciously plump lips. Again, she purred deeply in her throat, an utterly satisfied sound as she swallowed him down far too eagerly. His head dropped back and he struggled to catch his breath, slowly opening his eyes to the image of her slowly moving upwards and over him, straddling his thighs with fierce determination glowing in her iridescent eyes.

"P-Please!--fuck--I...I--mmmn--" She stroked her long fingers through the waves of his short, dark hair, and cupped the back of his head roughly pulling his lips to hers as she rose above him. Already he could feel his dick growing hard again, and in only moments as her tongue invaded his mouth deeply and she pulled him full on into that passionately lustful kiss, her fingers dipped down between them and began to slowly stroke the length of him... and then--

Desmond jerked violently, and began to thrash entirely on impulse. He threw the blankets from him, rapidly struggling to get free of the bed, successfully managing to trip over himself and topple clear out of the bed. He didn't stop there. He was panting heavily, his heart drumming in his chest as he scrambled away from the bunk until he felt the cold metal railing of the one adjacent to him against his back.

He looked down as he blinked from the hazy stupor of... an incredibly vivid dream? His baffled expression was not at all out of place. He felt his chest, felt the soft material of the white button-down shirt, his tie loose around his throat. He looked down to find that not only were his pants still on his body but he had very effectively cum all over the fucking place, his dick solid at attention and straining desperately against the the sticky fabric of his boxers and sullied slacks. He drew in a heavy breath and groaned miserably, wiping sweat from his brow with a broad palm. 'Fuuuuck--what the hell have I gotten myself into?'

A short week passed, far faster than Desmond ever anticipated. He had fallen in well among his peers. Agents Black and Renfield had taken to him quickly. When he came in for his shift, eager and alert, they were happy to joke and tease and chat about the places they had schooled. They spoke of their ambitions in the CIA, and their families--things they didn't often get to talk about given the nature of their employment. But most especially and easily their favorite thing to talk about was the mysteriously beautiful being in the glass box at the back of the room.

"I had another dream about Nine last night." Agent Black let a wicked grin tug the corners of his lips as he leaned back in a desk chair, tossing crumpled paper balls across the room toward a waste basket. Renfield had busied himself with helping one of the lab coats, and so his attention had fallen to Desmond, who sat across from him with his arms crossed as he shook off sleep with a cup of coffee.