They're On Their Way To Alfo Prime

Callum opened his eyes slowly. He found himself wrapped in blankets up to his neck, not tight enough to restrict his movements but enough to keep him warm. The blankets were soft like silk. He was sitting on Phaedra's lap, on her left thigh, facing to her right. His head was lying comfortably against her breast. He opened his mouth and yawned widely. Phaedra was floating cross-legged, one arm around Callum's shoulder.
[Good morning, sweetheart,] she said, kissing the top of his head. He looked up at her and strained his neck, puckering his lips, and she kissed him again on the mouth. A blush came to his pale face and he smiled.
"Where are we, Phaedra?" he said, looking around. They were in another round room, with a strange pattern of what had to be writing scrolling across the walls. The flowing script moved here and there across the walls, which Callum realized were screens.
[This is my control room,] she said, [I'm activating the ship's faster-than-light travel. We will arrive at Alfo Prime in about twenty-five Earth hours.]
Callum looked wonderingly at the walls. They were so bright and the strange Alfonian script swirled all around.
"What happens when we get there?" he asked finally.
[Well, we dock the ship. Then we take a ground transport to my tower. We Alfonians, or at least the Executrices Adept like me, live in towers a few kilometers high. You'll have a lovely view of the planet and the surrounding terrain. There will be more research done, and some more... recreation that I have planned for us.]
Callum shivered as he thought of all the "recreation" that might be in store for him. His hole still felt a little tender where she had milked him.
[Are you hungry, sweetheart?] she asked him. He nodded yes, and a tentacle came down from the ceiling bearing something white and cylindrical. Phaedra held it in front of his face and he took a bite. It tasted a bit like bread, but sweeter. He chewed and swallowed, and Phaedra slowly hand-fed him the rest. Some crumbs fell from his mouth onto the blanket, and she gently dusted them off.
"Thank you, Phaedra," he said. He looked up at her adoringly. She was distracted by the symbols on the walls, which she seemed to be manipulating with her mind.
[Callum,] she asked finally, when she seemed to be done with the symbols, [Are you, perhaps, ready for some more tests?]
"Yes!" he said with enthusiasm. He wanted so badly to please this kind, benevolent alien woman who made him feel so special. And he felt a naughty tingling down below when he thought of what kind of test might be in store. Phaedra gently floated down to the floor and began to walk, carrying him the way she always did. Callum's head rested against her breast, wondering what test she would perform on

To his surprise, she carried him back into the stasis chamber and sat him down on the bed, gently unwrapping the blankets from around him.
[Stand on all fours for me, Callum] she cooed into his mind. He obeyed, standing on his hands and knees and looking up at her shyly, as if asking for her approval.
[Yes, like that] she said with a psychic giggle. She ruffled his hair and petted his head with one hand, noting how he pushed his head against her hand almost like a house cat. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply when she petted him, as if the sensation of her hand on his head were immensely pleasurable. She scratched his scalp and he smiled and sighed contentedly. Her hand moved to the back of his head where she knew he had a sensitive spot, and he shivered in delight and moaned softly. Unable to resist, Phaedra ran one hand down his back and gripped his bottom, then slid her hand down the crack of his ass. Callum shivered as he felt her hand graze his tender hole, wishing she'd push a finger into him. Her fingers instead flitted over his smooth taint and tickled his pink, hairless balls. He looked up at her, two spots of red glowing on his pale cheeks.

Callum watched her walk to the other side of the bed, where a tentacle descended from the ceiling and handed her something long and thin. He didn't know what it was called, but Phaedra did: a neuro-stimulator rod. She attached it to her pelvis, with straps that went around her thighs and waist. Callum's eyes grew wide as saucers when he realized what she was going to do with it, and he felt very afraid. Phaedra paused and turned to him, her brow furrowed in concern.
[Callum? What's wrong?]
"N-n-nothing, Phaedra," said Callum, swallowing and trying not to shake, "I'm ready to do anything if it helps y-y-y-our research." Phaedra looked at him for a moment and her face softened. She knelt down and took his face in her hands tenderly, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes.
[Callum, you don't have to conceal your feelings and just say whatever you think I want to hear. You matter. Your feelings matter. Research subject or no, you are very important to me. If you're afraid, then I want to know how you feel and why. Talk to me, Callum. What are you afraid of?]
Callum looked at her for a long time, and then finally spoke.
"I, um, well, I'm scared..."
[Scared of what?]
"I'm scared that... you'll hurt me."
He paused. He knew that Phaedra cherished him, but would she ridicule him for that?
[Oh, goodness! You silly boy,] she said in a teasing voice. She noticed the hurt look in his eyes and kissed the tip of his nose, then continued while stroking his cheek, [There's nothing to be afraid of. The neuro-stimulator rod exudes lubricant and I can relax your muscles psychically. I'm going to go nice and slow, because I care about you. If it hurts, I'll stop. And I can tell when you're in pain.]
She kissed him again, on the lips this time.
[Now, is it okay if we still do this? I won't **** you.]
Callum's eyes widened when he realized that he had a choice, and he nodded vigorously.
[No, Callum. Not just because I want to. I want to know how YOU feel. Is this okay with you?]
He inhaled deeply, searching inside of himself. Nobody had ever really asked after his own feelings, and now that he had been asked, it felt almost difficult to find them. Callum had never really told anyone how he felt. It hadn't occurred to him that anyone would care. But Phaedra cared. And that made the difference.
"I want to do it!" he said loudly and suddenly. Phaedra smiled, noticing the genuineness in his utterance.
[Good boy!] she said. She walked behind him and mounted him. Callum shivered, knowing what she was about to do. He felt her big, strong, soft hands on his hips and the tip of the rod against his anus.
"Oh, Phaedra!" he moaned as she slid the rod into him. The intrusion was painless, with the rod giving off lube. Something like a soft hand rubbed his insides and he felt himself relax and loosen up, shuddering as all nine inches of the rod glided easily into him. Then he wailed in pleasure as a gentle but still very stimulating pulse of electricity ran over the length of the rod.
[Easy, Callum. Just relax. Everything will be just fine.] said Phaedra, one hand lovingly rubbing his back between his shoulder blades, [You're going to have a lot of orgasms. Now, put your chest down, all the way down on the bed. There you go. Good boy...]
She pulled out and then pushed back in again. Callum gasped as he felt her gently but firmly push every lubricated metal inch of the rod into his tight, eager little hole, his soft round bum quivering as she fucked him deeply.
"Phaedra!" he yelped. She shushed him and gently squeezed his butt with one hand, pumping her hips in and out. Callum's eyes closed and he began to gasp, then whine, then moan loudly as the electricity came back. The shocks were not painful, but they were strong enough to drive him absolutely crazy with desire, pulses of electricity tingling in his prostate and forcing his asshole to contract around the rod.
"It feels so good!" he cried, push back on the rod. Phaedra began changing the angle on her hips, swiveling her pelvis a little to stimulate his gland. It didn't take long. He screamed, and then whimpered weakly as his cock behind to spurt. Phaedra continued fucking him, plowing the inside of his tight, sensitive ass with the long neuro-stimulator, milking out every last drop.

Just as he thought he was finished, the electricity increased. A livid shock went through his body as Phaedra began fucking him harder. He howled in pleasure and confusion, not knowing how to deal with the new sensations. Callum tried to twist his body about, more from reflex than actually wanting to get away, but Phaedra's psychic bonds held him firm. He could do nothing but lay there and wail and drool on the blankets as she fucked him into another orgasm. There wasn't as much this time, but he came a great deal, leaving a big wet spot on the bed. He couldn't do anything. Callum realized in that moment how powerful Phaedra really was. If she wanted, she could snap him in half like a twig with her powers. She could rend him from the inside out. But she didn't hurt him at all. All she did with her powers was gently but firmly press his body into the sheets, holding his wriggling bottom up in the air to give her a free show as she fucked him into delirium. He felt her smack his behind a few time, spanking his plump bottom pink. Callum yelped as her hands landed on his bottom, sharp slaps making his butt jiggle as he pushed back into her. He panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Callum yelped as he felt himself yanked up off of the bed and flipped over in mid air. It didn't hurt, but it was sudden. Held aloft by her psychic power, he felt his knees pushed up to his chest, exposing his crotch and butt to her. He felt his hands pulled softly but irresistibly behind his back. With his most **** bits presented on full display, he looked up at her.
"Ph-phaedra?" he asked. She shushed him and then drove the rod into him again. His head craned backward and he yelped as he felt her soft hand wrap around his cock, which was hard once more, and begin gently stroking him, slowly speeding up until he felt ready to burst. Callum mewled as he felt her piston in and out of him and her strong, insistent hand milking his little dick to bursting. The electricity was almost unbearable, and there was some kind of psychic emanation coming from the rod that was forcing him toward orgasm. He thrashed his head around, his blond hair sticky and matted with sweat as he screamed in pleasure. There was nothing he could do. She could crush him like a bug, but instead she was just reducing him to a puddle of warm goo with the rod and her hand. A strangled sound came from his throat as he had a dry orgasm, his hindquarters clenching up and trembling from the rampant, merciless over-stimulation.
[Cum for me again, Callum] commanded Phaedra.
"I can't!" he squealed, whimpering and pleading with tears welling in his eyes, "I can't do it again!"
[Yes, you can. I know you can.]
He felt the psychic bonds loosen around one arm and he regained control of it. He reached out, **** for something to hold onto, and felt Phaedra take his hand in her own, squeezing it with great caring.
[You can do this, Callum. You're stronger than you think. I believe in you] she said.
Callum's eyes squeezed shut. The next half a minute was sheer delirious, screaming chaos. Fireworks went off in his brain and he was completely annihilated with pleasure. He could only babble incoherently and drool profusely, shaking violently as his asshole and prostate and cock spasmed and squirmed under Phaedra's ruthless ****. He spurted once more, one little squirt in the midst of a heaving dry orgasm. Then his body began to calm down and he felt himself float slowly down to the bed, the neuro-stimulator rod sliding out of his asshole and leaving a strange feeling of emptiness. As he lay in the soft blankets, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, he panted and wondered what was going on. Everything was spinning.

Callum felt his heart rate quicken once more. Where was she? Where was Phaedra? Everything was swimming before his eyes. He suddenly felt lost and cold, and there was a deep sense of dread, as if someone or something were coming to find him. Where was she?
"Phaedra?" he squeaked, his voice hoarse from screaming and crying in pleasure, "Phaedra, where are you? Where'd you go?"
The feeling of being hunted intensified and his heart pounded. He breathed deeply and began sweating again, eyes wide and terrified, staring at nothing. Where was Phaedra? The intense sex had opened a hatch somewhere and now he was afraid. His hands shook.
"Phaedra, where are you?" he whimpered, his voice quivering, "Phaedra, come back! Please come back!"
[I'm right here.]
"Phaedra!" he whispered as she gathered him up in her arms. Her light, sweet scent calmed him down immediately. He curled up and buried his face in her soft breasts.
"I love you," he said for the second time that day. Phaedra said nothing, but lay down beside him, pulling him into a loving face-to-face embrace. The poor thing was already exhausted again. But how could he not be, when she fucked his brains loose every time he tried to wake up? The poor thing could barely open his eyes without having all of his semen sucked out through his dick. Phaedra chuckled inwardly and squeezed her little Callum close. Then it occured to her that she, too, was very tired. She yawned, and decided to sleep with him until they arrived home. There was a chance at running some more tests before then, but it wasn't totally necessary.