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SYNOPSIS
This is the third volume in Sanoon's sex adventures in space and comprises the three previously published volumes: ENTER THE LIZARD, SANOON AND THE OUTLAW and EMPIRE'S END.
It`s a strange but true fact that Humans are the only race in the entire galaxy to have a female of the species without genital defenses, so our space faring nymphomaniac SANOON SAREM doesn`t have the benefit of a vulva lined with sharp little teeth or a ridge of bone to slide down into place to keep randy aliens at bay.
But pink and defenseless, she nevertheless wanders the cosmos in search of adventure and the perfect shag, often only getting too much of the latter. In this, the third volume of her memoirs, Sanoon gets a job in the galaxy’s wildest strip joint in order to ensnare a lizard crime-boss then finds herself stranded stark naked on a mad planet where her tender undefended bits come in for some cruel mistreatment from just about everybody she meets.
Finally Sanoon gets herself involved in the galaxy-wide revolution which is set on bringing down the Imperial Government, but ends up on the inside of the besieged Imperial bunker on planet Shannoth. Oblivious to the chaos outside, the Royal harem carries on in its decadent way, with Sanoon recruited as the latest Imperial concubine, but Sanoon’s stay is anything other than pleasant as she finds herself tortured endlessly for the amusement of the court.
Told with wit and style by Sanoon herself, this is a 62,500 word testament to the resilience of one particular Human female’s crotch. This is the text only version of SANOON SAREM-THE ALIEN IN ME, an illustrated version is available at Lulu.com (Search for SANOON SAREM-THE ALIEN IN ME.)
EXTRACT
They had wonderful breasts, and that’s a compliment coming from me. The perfect
shape of each swelling was capped by a rose tinted areola and a cute nipple of a slightly
darker hue, and the whole bounced about cheerfully when their owners moved. Down below,
their rounded bottoms were demurely secured under the shiny grey material of their close
fitting panties which at the front bulged adequately and enticingly. They were a matching
pair of beauties these two frisky Edoonans, but they had a mind to wear off some of their
energy at my expense.
Their whipwork was neither precise or consistent. It was no surprise to me when the
first Grey Lady aimed at my breasts which dangled enticingly as targets for her handiwork.
The first strike landed on my long suffering left bub, wrapping itself around my tit,
drawing blood and concentrating my attention which had been on other matters. They giggled
as they took turns to abuse me: each of them taking a tit apiece as their target. I was
pretty much under the influence of the drug still, although never as far gone as Urgen,
whose semen continued to slap into the small of my back as the two Edoonans worked, and my
breasts and nipples were swollen making each fresh wound hurt even more than it might
have otherwise, but at least it took my mind off needing to find a fuck.
In such company I was actually slightly embarrassed by the state of my tits even
before the two Edoonans got stuck into them, and who wouldn’t be when confronted by such
delights. I was still a woman and didn’t want to be compared too unfavorably. A few
months of consistent arousal and swelling had left my mammaries in less than perfect
shape. They bulged enticingly enough and no doubt would have pleasured any male lucky
enough to get his horny hands on them but were veined and blotched, and they were hardly
in the same category as the four grey beauties which bobbed neatly in front of me.
The Edoonan’s aim was not particularly accurate and while they could afford to
giggle and laugh at each errant blow, my front both above and below my boobs began to show
signs of their misfires. Enough blows however struck home accurately enough to soon
reduce my breasts to ruin with perhaps scores of cuts marring their surface and blood
beginning to trickle down to my waist. The cuts were not deep but they were plentiful and
the pair of women seemed in no hurry to depart.
Especially hurtful were the blows they managed to land, mostly by sheer chance,
which cut into my rock hard nipples. They forced a yelp of pain from me each time I was
snickered there, with each cut drawing forth a gush of blood. They thought that very
amusing and attempted to replicate the effect, thankfully for my nipples with limited
success.
I didn’t sense that they were being malicious or deliberately cruel in the way they
were treating me: it just seemed that my suffering was an indifference to them. If they
managed to land a particularly spectacular blow they would gather about and observe the
bloody result joyfully, but without malice. It was if I wasn’t a sentient being, just
something able to be used for an hour or two of diversion for them.
