Chapter 11

The yacht stopped beside the Andalite-Controller who was floundering in the ocean.

"Are you all right, Visser?" I called.

(Only just), Visser Three grimaced. (And the Andalites are running away! They swam there! Go after them! Now!)

"Sir, I'm afraid we can't catch them anymore", the producer observing the ocean with binoculars said with a humble voice. "They were in dolphin morphs, weren't they? They're damn fast. They'll reach the shore and they're gone before we're there."

Visser Three looked like he had something stinking near his Andalite nose. (Are you sure?)

The producer nodded.

(Lift me up here then!) the Visser snapped. (Or is that too hard for you too?)

The producer suggested Visser Three to morph to human again and come to the swimming stairs. I was helping him when he climbed up. He was soaking wet and extremely angry. Everybody present tried to be as little, silent and imperceptible as possible. Except Jeremy Jason who also showed there.

"Wow! How you… what are you? What's all this? I wanna know, tell me!"

"You'll know soon", Visser Three said gritting his teeth. "Come on."

He waved us – Jeremy, me, the producer and the other people around him – to follow him.

"Where's the pool?" the Visser asked the producer.

"What, we're going to have a pool party?" Jeremy enthused. I threw him with an irritated look. On second thought, let him say his clever comments as long as he could. The producer opened the door in the end of the corridor. It had a sign with a text "Private".

"Go in", he said. Jeremy walked to the small room with a dissatisfied grimace on his face.

"What the hell is this?"

Then, after the Visser's hand movement, me and two other Controllers grabbed him. The producer pressed the button, and the cover of the small pool opened.

"What the f…" Jeremy started but he never ended his question. We pushed his head to the pool.

As we let him go, the Yeerk's tail could still be seen in his ear.

"Are you controlling him, Yaheen Seven-Five-One?" Visser Three asked to make sure. Jeremy – or Yaheen – nodded his head slowly.

"Then sign the contract. Now. I don't want to be here the whole day."

One of the low-ranks who were with us brought a paper that looked important and formal. Yaheen, the producer and the Visser wrote their human names to it. I morphed to my Andalite body on the background. No human jobs for a while, please. I watched Jeremy. I wondered if Yaheen was just explaining him everything he had wanted to know. Who and what Visser Three really was and who I was. How our people had infiltrated almost all over the most powerful state of Earth. How we would rule the whole planet in a couple of years. Now that idiotic human could be let to know that. He was our slave, part of our invasion.

The trio of lame ducks showed and kept on explaining how a bug fighter had arrived. Visser Three morphed also back to Andalite and told me to come with him. Jaylish, Denriss and Felian stayed and began to talk, giggle and flirt to Yaheen. No more the three of them, thank Kandrona.

"See ya later, Jill!" Denriss shouted after me. The Visser looked at her with his other stalk eye, and she looked like she had wanted to sink through the floor.

(You did good job), Visser Three said to me as our bug fighter flied towards the Blade ship. (If we remember you haven't got any education for acting like a human.)

(Thank you), I blushed. If Visser Three praised someone, it meant he was very satisfied with what they have done. Also that he wasn't really angry. Good. The Andalites had escaped but an important infestation had succeed. And that was enough to make him happy, I realized. We would get hundreds of young female human hosts within next Earth months. They'd join The Sharing for the example of their idol Jeremy Jason McCole. And when the girls would begin to talk about the great organization to their families and friends… they'd join too. More hosts. More power to our people. The final invasion of the planet wouldn't maybe take more than a good local year. My Visser would get his desired promotion. He could even become a Councilor some day, he still had loads of time…

As we walked to the Blade ship, of course a troop of flattering low-ranks appeared around us and asked whether the mighty and venerable Visser needed help.

(No), Visser Three snapped finally. (Or… wait. Make a hot bath for me. I mean us. Me and my very own personal assistant.)

I'd go to the bathtub with Visser Three! Holy Kandrona! I shivered as the Visser took my hand and led me to his "dressing room". The hot bubble bath was ready there. The Visser dived to the bath, and I followed him carefully.

(Come closer), he whispered.

The hot water felt good, and even better felt the Visser's touch as he wrapped his arm around my neck. Oh, how he was starved of affection. I let my hands wander on his body.

(Feels good?) I said with a soft voice. (My sexy Visser… Your body is so perfect… Let me touch you… everywhere… you excite me so…)

Visser Three likes me to talk to him that way. I went on and turned my words dirtier.

(I go wet when you are close to me… I have many filthy dreams of you… I welcome you every time you want me to, I am here for you… Just tell me what you want, Visser Three. Such a hot male would get everything even if he was not a Visser…)

I talked honestly, I really thought so about him, and my words seemed to please and even excite him, but somehow it all felt so useless. Somebody else, some flatterer whose only intention was just to get the Visser's esteem and a promotion, had probably said something like that to him many times. Besides that, I gave a image that Visser Three was nothing but a sex object to me. However, it wasn't true. I loved him, himself, in all his coldness and arrogance, but I couldn't say that. He would have at least laughed and mocked me, in worst case beat me up or even killed me. Visser Three hated emotions. He was tough and unscrupulous, led by his self-centered and power-hungry personality. But what he could feel was desire… and so could I. We rubbed our cheeks against one another and caressed passionately. We would surely have mated in the bathtub if it had been a bit bigger.

"Sir?"

It was one ship servant who was peeping behind the door.

(I have fucking told you not to disturb me when I am with my assistant!) Visser Three yelled. The low-rank took a step backwards.

"I-I am s-s-sorry, b-but… the outfit you ordered has come."

Visser Three looked at me and grinned lewdly. He got up on his hooves and took a shower. I watched him lustfully all the time.

(Bring the outfit and make Jill ready), the Visser said and left the room.

Two other servants came carrying a box.

"You'd better go to the shower", one of them said to me. When I was washing the soapy water out of my hair, the low-ranks opened the box and took out a red-black lace corset, similar belt, red gloves, four black fishnet stockings which were open from the both ends, and a red ribbon. They were for me! Wonderful! Somehow I had always liked wearing clothes in the Andalite body. The servants dried me with towels and brushed me, then dressed the clothes on me. The ribbon was tied to the base of my tail, and the belt around my down body – and it was cinched very tight. So was the corset. It felt uncomfortable and breathing became harder. Finally they put make-up on my face. I looked at the mirror and decided to start using the strong face paint always. It looked so cool.

"Go to the Visser", one of the low-ranks said. "Our sympathies."

(Why the hell?) I snapped. (I love… sleeping with the Visser!)

I walked out and left the shocked low-ranks alone.

My destination was Visser Three's room. It felt so arousing to be prepared and beautified for him. The door wasn't locked, so I walked straight in. The Visser was waiting me.

(You are beautiful), he said and stroked my face. I was flattered. I had never considered myself, or my Andalite host, very pretty. Actually I looked a bit strange. I pulled the Visser to my arms. I pushed my head against his breast and smelled still the scent of the finest Naydra shampoo in his hair.

Suddenly Visser Three turned me around, leaped onto me and stuck his tool into me – just for pulling it out immediately. I shrieked. Was this some new form of torture? The Visser gave himself to me for a second again. And again. I saw the familiar insanity in his eyes.

(I cannot stand this, Visser!) I cried in frustration. (Do it properly, please!)

He didn't do it before he had excited the both of us to our zenith. And, of course, everything felt extremely comfortable then… I came so wildly that I couldn't stand on my hooves but fell down on the bed. Visser Three seized me again at once when he was able to. He took me through the upper and tighter way. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was greater.

Visser Three didn't let me away for one moment on the whole night. He wasn't at all violent that time, so all I could do was to enjoy. I even thought he had changed his manners…

Epilog

In a few days we heard that Jeremy Jason McCole had put his career on ice and escaped to some in-the-middle-of-nowhere-land on Earth. He had been in a human television show and there had happened an accident: the animals of an animal tamer had got free and caused a chaos. We are sure that those animals were actually Andalite bandits and they had managed to free Jeremy.

Visser Three was angry. I understood it. I was pissed off too because an important project – in which I had needed a big piece of patience – was failed. But besides the Controllers in the show, I was the one who had to suffer the consequences of the Visser's rage. He discharged his anger by torturing and mangling me in the bed, as always when the Andalites terrorize our invasion.