Venus Needs Men

She blinked. Then, with another Ping! , her hair turned blonde and her eyes turned blue.

It was incredible how such a tiny change completely changed how Rick saw her, but God help him, it did. He drooled at the beach bunny blonde pointing at him, bucking his hips into the air as best he could as the spiral spun faster.

"You will obey!" She commanded, pushing out her breasts and practically ordering him to ogle her cleavage. "You will ejaculate!" Another vision of her appeared beside the first, hips swaying and gyrating for his greedy eyes. "You will surrender!" Spirals bloomed in his vision like poppies, slowing his thoughts like molasses, and soon all Rick could do was mindlessly gawk at the harem of Velora Primes dancing, frolicking, gyrating, bouncing in front of him.

One wobbled her breasts from side to side, tugging the zipper of her leotard down inch by tantalizing inch, just moments from exposing the peaks of her nipples. But before she could bare herself to him, Rick glanced to another, one posing in a chrome bikini, winking flirtatiously at him even as the hypnotic spiral behind her emptied his mind. A pin-up calendar unfolded before his very eyes, private fantasies showcased one by one, and all the while...

...the Extractor brought him closer and closer to release. Rick barely noticed when words flashed in front of him. But he knew he needed to OBEY. He wanted so very badly to EJACULATE, and he knew that as soon as he SURRENDERed, he'd experience the PLEASURE that Velora Prime promised him.

And as he ogled a Velora Prime wrapped up in a luxurious fur coat, nothing underneath, her body writhing with barely-restrained desire...Rick came. The sweet, slippery suction of the Extractor proved to be too much. His willpower was finally depleted, and his testicles clenched down, eager to empty every drop of seed he had into the ravenous mechanical maw of the Extractor.

As soon as he pumped the first splurt of his semen into the Extractor, the image on his goggles changed. Gone was Velora Prime and her bevy of beautiful body-doubles. All that remained was the bottomless black and white spiral and the flashing commands. Normally Rick would've taken issue with the sudden disappearance. With his mind steeping in the afterglow and the Extractor still milking his manhood, though, he wasn't inclined to complain.

— — —

Velora Thirty-Six watched impassively as the subject bucked his hips up and emptied his semen into the Extractor.

No, there was a hint of something behind her perfect face. A deep, knotted guilt, one that she couldn't undo, try as she might. It was wrong, what they were doing. But what choice did they have? One country's hunks would be enough to ensure Venus Prime's survival for millennia.

If they were to extract the hunks' only orgasms in the process...wasn't that a worthy sacrifice?

She leaned heavily against the terminal, overcome with something approaching shame. She could turn off the Extractor, but what good would that do? The subject could only orgasm once during his lifetime. Would she truly make amends by denying him half of it?

Finally the Extractor's slurping quieted. The subject's orgasm had finished, and he sagged back in his seat, panting and sweat-soaked.

That was that, Velora Thirty-Six thought to herself grimly. Her mission accomplished. The semen produced promised genetically viable offspring. There she was, another proud cog in the machine mercilessly milking these poor, innocent hunks dry.

But then... Half an hour later... As Velora Thirty-Six grappled with the philosophical quandary that came with the forced extraction of a hunk's semen... The Extractor hummed to life once more.

Velora Thirty-Six's eyes went wide, and she turned to face the machine. Watching, awestruck, she couldn't stifle her gasp when...when...!

When the subject ejaculated once more!

— — —

And with a single cumshot - or, more accurately, two cumshots - a hypothesis was corrected. Minutes after the sample specimen came a second time into the Extractor, the Venusian "mother ship," for lack of a better term, contacted the White House to confirm their adjusted theory.

Baffled and a bit embarrassed, the President assured Velora Prime that most men could assuredly ejaculate more than once, and that it would be incredibly rare - if not totally unheard of - for a male to only orgasm once during his lifetime. Some of the American public school system's finest sexual education teachers were invited to explain the phenomenon known as the "refractory period" to the Venusian Council of Ultra Science. It was with this newfound knowledge that they proposed an offer to the President:

Instead of forcefully abducting every hunk in the United States of America and milking them dry, the Venusians would instead temporarily establish "semen donation centers" across the United States and accept voluntary donations for a year before returning to Venus.

Though the President was initially skeptical of such a proposal, Former Lieutenant Richard Sullivan's insistence that he try the Extractor "at least once" persuaded him to undergo extraction. Following two and a half hours of extraction, the President agreed to the proposal with the condition that the technology behind the device be made freely available.

And thus war between planets was narrowly avoided, America's hunks saved, and Venus' future secured, all thanks to one man's bravery in the face of adversity...and his healthy libido.