Chapter 9

I'm sure someone wanted me to get a nervous breakdown within that day. I had just got to the cabin, away from the light of the Sun and hearing Jeremy Jason's voice, as I heard the lame ducks – Jaylish, Denriss and Felian – talking and giggling. I slunk quickly behind the corner, but it was too late.

"Heey, wasn't that Jill?" Denriss squealed. "Let's go and ask ev'rything from her again, okay?"

No. No, no, no. I really didn't want to talk with any of them on that moment, not to mention answering dumb questions. I glanced around for a couple of seconds and realized the girls were coming by the only way I could get to my cabin. I swore silently and ran to the opposite corridor being careful of not making a loud voice. I almost fell on the stairs going down. I swung myself on leaning the handrail and searched desperately a place to hide. There was a cleaning closet a short way off. Great! I burst there and pushed the door closed after me.

"Jill? Jill! Where did she, like go?"

"What if we ran the wrong way?"

"And what if your brain's gone softer in the shine of that bright yellow star?"

The arguing girls' voices moved away, but I didn't yet come out of my stash. I focused and morphed. As my back was getting longer and the tail grew, a can dropped off the shelf and broke into pieces and its white bad-smelling contents spread to the floor. Another can hit my back. I started to feel a bit unpleasant in the small closet, and my claustrophobic host was hysterical. I morphed human right after I had been a full Andalite.

I sat on the floor of the closet and got lost in thought. Damn, I had left my sir'ay to my cabin. Sir'ay is dried twigs of a plant which grows in our homeworld. You set them afire and breathe the smoke. The compounds the smoke includes effect mildly to the central nervous system – that's why sir'ay makes also the Yeerk relaxed. I had managed to decrease my smoking a bit after arriving to the Earth. But just a bit.

For some reason my head was soon full of dirty images of the Visser we all know. I decided to try something I had never done before. I slipped my hand to my pants and brought to my mind one of my favorite fantasies on that moment.

I'm standing in a stall with my hands tied to the wall. I'm waiting. I swing slowly from side to side. Other females are standing around me in their own private cells.

I hear steps and turn my stalk eyes to the voice. Two men wearing a uniform stop right behind me.

"Her?" the other of them asks. The other nods.

"A good choice, definitely. She's kinda beautiful", the man goes on. He puts a chain to my neck and frees my hands from the rope.

"Move on", he snaps and hits me on my rear with the end of the chain. I quiver but I'm obedient and follow the men.

They take me to a light small room and chain me to the wall from my both sides. The other man takes a water hose and wets me while the other washes me with shampoo using a coarse brush. I feel unpleasant only when they turn the shower under my tail and hands grope my private parts – although it feels quite good. After the wash they dry me with towels and brush me. The men's rough strokes even hurt me once in a while. Finally it's time for make—up. They make my lashes look longer with mascara and powder my face.

Then the men lead me out of the room via a long corridor to a bigger hall. An oiled male is standing in the middle of it. He looks so arrogant with his head up high. They let me go, and I walk towards the male. I notice that the edge of the hall is full of people, but they don't interest me at all. I watch the male and recognize that he's Visser Three. The oil highlights how muscular and sleek his body is, and his look radiates coldness. But I call most of my attention to what he has between his back legs. The huge and hard member is sticking out. I feel getting wet…

Visser Three walks proudly behind me and sets his hands on my back. I open instinctively my legs as wide as possible, and so the Visser leaps onto me and pushes his organ into me without a word. I've been told not to scream, but after a couple of shoves I can't hold back a moan. Visser Three screws me there under dozens of eyes, industriously and without speaking. In the end I feel the hot fluid gushing deep into me, starting a new Andalite for a host for our fellow Yeerks. Now Visser Three is screaming like a lunatic and repeating my name, and the same enjoyment takes me too and makes me shout with the Visser.

We don't have time to be in touch with one another any longer, they come and disengage us. The creatures wearing uniforms lead the Visser away and drag me out of the hall. I fight against them, so does Visser Three, but it has no use. I end up to the same room I came from, and they wash my make-up off and give me ten blows with a whip because I had screamed in pleasure. I wonder if they're punishing Visser Three in the same way.

They take me to the stall and chain my hands just like they were. The men in uniforms who had brought me go away and leave me alone with my thoughts. My privates still burn. How I wish this mating didn't work… then I could see Visser Three again… and again… and again…

I wiped my fingers to the towel which hung on the wall. Coming as a human is different to coming as an Andalite, maybe even a bit less enjoyable, but masturbating is easier in human morph because of the form of the body. The fantasy I had thought was one of the few ones I didn't want to live. I was totally against the idea which some idiot had come up with not a long time before: that we should start to make new host bodies in natural way. I mean, come on! Good hosts somewhere just producing descendents, while the test tube system we use nowadays works well! Not to mention that they'd force the Controllers having children. The idea of an Andalite baby growing inside me made me sick.

I got up and opened the door a little. I saw none of the lame ducks, so I crept to the corridor. What was the right way to go to the deck… Okay, the same way back, or right…

"…oh yeaah, then Griadiss like told that she'd like got like, a promotion to two stages higher!"

"Cool!"

Shit. Just when I had imagined I had got rid of them. I burst behind the next corner and into the closest cabin.

Its only fault was that it wasn't empty.

There was a male human-Controller, one of the crew, standing in the middle of the room. Undressed. He was apparently changing clothes. Maybe I could have had time to run away from room, but I stared the male's naked body for one second too long time. The Controller turned around, and his expression was worth of seeing as he noticed my presence. He couldn't speak a word. My look stopped between his two weak legs.

"What is that ?" I laughed and pointed. It was so tiny that I hardly recognized it. The man seemed seriously pissed off.

"You should know that, shouldn't you, Jill? Get the hell out of here!" he snapped and pushed me out of the room.

" Can I give you a hint: close the fucking door on the next time!" I hissed and marched away as soon as possible that the lame ducks wouldn't come there to check out what was the noise.

Finally I found the deck. The wind was gone colder and I shivered in my little morphing bikini. All three men were still on the deck, but the atmosphere had somehow become strained. Visser Three and the producer were now standing, and Jeremy looked seriously pissed off. I sat on my chair and swung my hair.

"Oh, you came, Ms. Love", the producer said. "I'm just telling Jeremy that I've heard that the production company of his series is going to decrease costs on the next period. It means his pay will become much smaller."

"They're fucking crazy!" Jeremy screamed. "They can't go on without me! What if I leave?"

"I'm afraid no-one else will sign you on either", the producer said. "You're widely known by claiming an astronomical pay. And according to the new unofficial system all the TV companies are saving, while the movie studios can use bigger and bigger money."

"But I'm Jeremy Jason McCole! The most talented young actor in this fucking world! Ever! Invincibly!" Jeremy yelled almost hysterically. Holy Kandrona, I had thought Visser Three was arrogant.

The producer explained something about the media and its working ways and licenses, which I or the Visser had no idea of. And Jeremy gave him lip. As the producer began to look that he wanted to hack his head against the wall, the Visser's patience seemed to come closer and closer to ending.

"Listen now, Jeremy, you don't want to be on the losing side of this, Jeremy," the producer said. "Face it, your TV career is over."