My mouth watered at the sight. I shouldn't ogle them like that. They'd abducted me and were planning to stuff instruments into my - what had he called it? - orifices. My arse was just the beginning, I was sure of it. Another shiver ran down my back, but I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. It had been a while since I'd had anyone look at me with such fascination, even adoration.
Don't give in to the aliens, Trish. They've probably given you some drugs to make you fancy them. Maybe they played with my vision, too. What were the chances of all three of them looking this hot? Perhaps they were ugly monsters with tentacles and warts, and I only saw what I wanted to see.
"Are you speaking English?" I asked, suddenly realising how effortless our communication had been.
The yellow alien laughed. "No, we don't speak your primitive language. Havel fitted you with a translator as soon as we got you onto our ship. It's a brain slug, embedded in your right ear."
I must have misheard. Brain slug. He meant brain plug or something like that. Not slug. Not a slimy animal.
"They feed off soundwaves and then transmit the information right into your brain. You're speaking your language, but our slugs transform it into Kardarian. They've been fitted with microchips that can add whatever language we want. Because we weren't sure where on Earth we'd find you, we added all eight thousand languages spoken on Peritus."
I ignored every single thing he'd said and deleted it from my memory. I was good at that. I'd experienced too much crap to want to remember it all.
Instead, I clung to the last word, one I hadn't heard before. "Peritus?"
"The intergalactic name for your planet. I'm not sure why you call it Earth. You've got so many oceans yet you didn't call it Sea or Ocean."
I cocked my head, surprised. I'd never thought of it like that.
"I have no idea why," I admitted. "Maybe it's because we all live on land. We're not made to live in the sea."
"Yes, you don't have any gills," the blue alien said with an almost disappointed look in his large, expressive eyes.
"Let's start the probing. Anal first?"
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was surrounded by aliens who wanted to look into my arse. With metal probes. And yet...my nipples were getting hard and warmth gathered between my legs. The thought turned me on. I was one crazy lady. I hadn't been with anyone in way too long; it was no surprise I was reacting like that. I was having sex withdrawal symptoms, that had to be it. That's why my mind was conjuring these things. Unless they were real.
That possibility was becoming more and more likely. I doubt even my mind could come up with brain slugs, especially not slugs embedded with microchips. That was one step too far.
"Turn around," the green alien ordered impatiently. "I'm starting to get hungry." His tail thumped on the floor as if to underline his words.
Time to make a decision...
"Is it going to hurt?" I asked, barely able to believe that I was actually considering it.
"Of course not," Havel replied with a frown as if that thought insulted him. "Unless you want it to. Is that what humans imagine alien probing to be like?"
I quickly shook my head. I didn't want to give him any ideas.
He seemed relieved at me not wanting it to hurt. And that relief was what made me turn onto my stomach. The white sheet slipped away, exposing my naked back. And my bum.
Had I shaved before I'd been abducted? It had been a couple of days, at least. Without a boyfriend, I often couldn't be bothered.
I snickered to myself. I was worried that the aliens might dislike a few hairs rather than fearing their probing.
"I've coated in the instrument in a cooling gel," Havel explained. "It will prevent pain and will help the probe glide in more easily."
Alien lube. How lovely. They'd really thought of everything. I wondered if that was part of their course. Had he practised this? Maybe on the other guys? The thought made me wet. Those three aliens, naked, probing each other...
Something cool touched my arse and all other thoughts fled my mind. Warm, soft hands spread my cheeks and the cold instrument was gently pressed against my rosebud.
I tensed, but then hands gently ran over my back and my shoulders and I instantly relaxed. I barely noticed the probe gliding into my arse, I was too occupied with one of the aliens massaging my shoulders. I didn't know if learning how to do this had been part of their strange abduction class, but if it had, I wanted to hug their teacher. It was heavenly.
"What now?" Havel whispered after he'd fully inserted the probe.
"What do you mean?" the captain asked. "Continue probing her."
"But this is it. I've inserted the probe. It's done. But it doesn't feel like it's enough."
"Wasn't there supposed to be a camera attached? To see her insides?"
The medic sucked in a breath. "I forgot! Klat, I'm an awful prober!"
He sounded genuinely upset, so much so that I turned my head to look at him.
"You're doing great. It feels lovely."
It really did. I was dripping wet even though none of them had touched me anywhere besides my back and my arse. The probe was slowly becoming warm while it filled me with a pleasant pressure. I ached to touch my clit, but that would have been entirely inappropriate. The aliens didn't seem to see this as something sexual. It was only me who was craving more.
"It does?" he asked, still unsure. "Shall I try another probe, a larger one?"
I straightened my neck again so they couldn't see my expression and grinned. "Yes, I think you should."
He pulled out the instrument, making me feel very empty indeed. I needed something bigger. An alien cock would have been perfect, but I'd settle for a larger probe.
I was crazy. I was being probed by aliens and I was enjoying it.
"Spread her open," Havel ordered, his voice hoarse. Maybe it wasn't just academic for him either.
Hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled them open. Cool air hit my opening just before cold metal was pressed against it once more. I tried to relax, but this one was a lot bigger than the one before. Havel pushed it in slowly, but with steady pressure, helping overcome my body's resistance. I moaned when it was fully inserted, stretching me. My clit was throbbing, aching to be touched.
"What a curious sound," the green alien muttered. I kept forgetting his name, but this wasn't the time to ask.
They kept stroking my back, my bum, even my legs. My body was putty under their skilled hands as they massaged me into blissful oblivion. The probe in my arse seemed to get smaller, or maybe I was just getting used to the sensation of being filled to the brink. By now, I wouldn't have said no to an alien cock to complete the probing.
"Probe me," I moaned before realising I'd even done it.
Havel chuckled. "She seems to enjoy this. I think we'll get top grades on this."
"All credit goes to you, my friend," the captain replied before running his fingers through my hair. Now that he'd spoken, I could identify who of the guys were standing where and doing what to my body.
"Where shall we probe her next?" Matar asked.
"Female, do you want to continue?" Havel addressed me. "You still haven't told us your name."
"Trish," I groaned. "Don't stop."
The medic moved the probe in my arse and I almost came. Fuck. I was being probed by aliens and I was about to orgasm because of it. What was I turning into? Some sex hungry hussy ready to serve her alien masters? No way.
"We won't stop until you want us to, don't worry. Trish." He rolled the R in my name. I loved it. "Trish."
"Trish," the other two aliens echoed.
"I like that," Xil said, a smile audible in his voice. "We won't have to give you a new name."
I shouldn't be surprised that they were considering that as an option. These guys were crazy. And amazing at giving me pleasure.
"I'm going to remove the anal probe," Havel announced. "Then you're going to turn around so we can probe your other orifices."
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bsp; That word took away some of my arousal. There had to be a better, sexier term for my holes.
"Don't," I moaned. "Keep it in. Do both at the same time."
Silence met my words. They hadn't expected that. I chuckled. It probably wasn't in their abduction course. Did that make it an extracurricular activity?
"Alright," the medic said after a while. "But turn to your side, we don't want you to get hurt. It'll be more comfortable that way."
The way he cared about my wellbeing while probing me was almost endearing. I was starting to think that these aliens had their hearts in the right place, despite their abduction fetish. They could have gone about it in a more violent manner, yet here they were, asking me how I wanted my probing to be done. Maybe that was why I wasn't reacting like a normal abduction victim should. Instead of running, screaming, attacking them, I was dripping wet and begging for a probe in my pussy.
I rolled onto my left and spread my legs. Matar grabbed my right leg and held it in position, saving me from having to expend any energy on it. I was now on full display, yet I didn't care.
"She's leaking," the captain said, sounding worried. "Female...Trish, is that normal? Are you unwell?"
"Normal," I managed to say before breaking into laughter. "Totally normal. Don't your females get wet when they're aroused?"
All three guys sucked in a breath, clearly shocked.
"No, they don't," Havel said after a moment's silence. "Is this water? Can I test it?"
For a moment, I thought he'd asked to taste it before I realised that he was a medic and probably interested in me from a scientific point of view.
"Go ahead," I offered, still laughing. "If your females don't have natural lubricants, doesn't it hurt them when you...you know. Wait, do you even have cocks? Like humans?"
This time, it was their turn to laugh.
"We do, sweet female," Matar chuckled. "Some of us even have more than just one."
I sat up a little to look at them. "What? More than one? How?"
Matar turned to the captain with an evil grin. "I think you'll have to show her, Xil."
"I don't think this is part of the probing," the yellow alien protested, his cheeks turning a dark ochre. "We're probing her, not she us."
"How many do you have?" I asked when he didn't start pulling down his trousers.
"Two," he replied without looking at me. "Some of us Kardarians are born with up to three. These two are lucky to only have one."
I frowned. "Why lucky? Most human men would happily have two dicks."
"It can get difficult. Even painful."
He didn't expand on that, leaving me burning with questions.
"If he gets an erection, he needs to get relief for both cocks," Havel explained, playing the helpful medic. "Most females don't like being penetrated by both at once and aren't always willing to be fucked twice, so he'll have to do it manually."
There were worse things. But also, what woman would say no to two alien cocks? I hadn't seen them yet, but the exoticness of it alone made me even wetter.
"To answer your other question," Havel continued, "we secrete a gel which gives us smoother access."
A gel. How neat. I wanted to see, feel, taste that.
"Let's proceed with the probing," Matar growled impatiently. "Black Oboto help me, it's getting uncomfortable watching her like that."
I shot him a look. His tail was no longer wrapped around his lower leg but had moved up instead, now protectively curled in front of his crotch, as if he didn't want me to see his erection. I wondered what that tail could do...
Something cool touched my nether lips and I gasped. I hadn't realised Havel had approached me with the second probe.
"Let me know if this is uncomfortable," he said softly and began to push in the probe. It felt like a smooth, metal dildo that was just the right size to stretch me without becoming painful. I moaned as my pussy sucked it in. Havel pushed in as far as he could before gently turning the probe, pushing it against my inner walls. I moaned loudly when the two probes touched, only separated by a thin layer of skin.
"Fuck," I groaned, barely clinging on to control.
"Does she want intercourse?" Xil asked.
All I could do was moan. Havel kept moving both probes, twisting and turning, making me quiver on the bed.
"I'm not sure," Havel replied. "I don't think it's part of the usual probing procedure. Maybe it's a human thing?"
"I need to go," the captain bit out and ran out of the room.
"He'll have his hands busy for a while," Matar teased, but I didn't care. I was teetering at the edge, ready to take the jump if only someone touched my clit. It looked like I'd have to do it myself.
I reached down and rubbed my bud. It only took a single flick and I exploded, coming hard and fast. I moaned, whimpered, groaned, tossed from side to side, making the probes inside of me move and prolong the orgasm I was riding.
I didn't know what the two aliens were thinking or doing. All I cared about was the heat rushing through my body, the trembling originating in my core, the waves I didn't want to miss.
It took me forever to come back from my high. When I finally opened my eyes - I hadn't even realised I'd closed them - I was alone with Havel. He was still holding both probes, but his hands were shaking slightly.
"Can I pull them out now?" he asked cautiously as if he expected me to grind down on them again.
I nodded, not quite able to form words yet. My insides were still shaking. This had to have been one of my best orgasms ever - and it had been in front of three aliens who'd just abducted me. Not exactly what I'd imagined when I visualised having the most amazing orgasm.
Havel carefully removed the vaginal probe - with a squelching sound that made me blush - before slowly pulling out the anal probe. I felt empty and strangely alone as if I'd been abandoned.
Abandoned by alien probes. Now there was a blockbuster title.
Seduction for Inexperienced Males
Matar
Xil found me in the engine room where I’d hidden after putting on a new uniform. I'd not had an accident like that since my metamorphosis when I'd first discovered the pleasures that previously boring body part could bring me.
"She's quite something," the captain stated.
I didn't turn around from the pipe I was hammering into submission. This blunt, physical work was just what I needed right now.
"Havel is cleaning her up, then he'll ask her about her probing experience so that we can submit her statement along with our assignment. I think she enjoyed it, so I'm expecting top marks for us."
I didn't care about grades. What I did care about was that my cock was already getting hard at the thought of Havel cleaning her between her legs. For our medic, this may have been strictly academic, but not for me. Nor for Xil.
"What have we done," I sighed. "I'm never going to be able to concentrate on my work again, not when I know she's on this ship. Did you see how she quivered? How hard her nipples were? How soft her skin felt?"
"Stop it or I'll have to take another cold shower," the captain growled. "But it's good to know we made the right choice when abducting her. She's perfect, more than perfect. She's a dream come true."
I nodded. "She really is. What's the next step now that she's been probed?"
"Seduction," he said, suddenly sounding a little worried. "We've never tried that before in our previous abduction attempts. Maybe that's why we always failed."
"It can't be that difficult, right? She was aroused by some simple probing, so we'll just offer to probe her again and she'll be happy. If we do it often enough, she'll get used to our touch and she might be willing to fuck without probes involved."
Xil laughed. "I don't think you understood the concept of seduction. It's not all about sex."
"It isn't?"
"No. I read this one paper on human courtship and it mentioned giving her plants. Not sure why, maybe because females like to eat healthy stuff?"
"We don't hav
e any plants," I pointed out. "The fabricator can make vegetables, but I doubt it can make anything that's still alive and growing."
"Then we'll have to buy her one at the next space station we stop at. We should watch the next lecture as soon as possible so we know how to proceed. So far, everything Professor Katila has taught us has been effective."
He was right. I'd been worried this course might be a waste of time, but it had turned out to be the best thing we could have done. Thanks to the IGU, we now had our own female on board.
Our comms beeped simultaneously. Havel was paging us. I opened the call and his hologram appeared above my wrist, grinning at us.
"She's fallen asleep. I'm monitoring her vitals and will be alerted as soon as she wakes up, so how about we use the time to listen to the next lecture?"
Xil and I exchanged a look and grinned.
"We were just talking about that," I replied. "Meet you on the bridge?"
I gave the broken engine part one last longing look, then adjusted my uniform and followed Xil to the other end of the ship. I was never going to get any work done with our female around. She was sleeping and still I wasn't able to fix what needed fixing. This was going to be harder than I'd anticipated.
Havel was already on the bridge and had opened the lecture on the main viewscreen. I took my seat, crossed my arms in front of my chest - I didn’t want to appear too eager - and waited for the Professor to speak.
"Hello, students. This lecture is split into two parts, depending on the purpose of your abduction. If you want your abductee for companionship and mating, continue watching. If you abducted her for other reasons like research or servitude, please skip to the second part now."
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