by Amber Burns
Alien Tentacle Chronicles –
Taken from the Army 3
By Amber Burns
Book 3 of Alien Tentacle Chronicles: Taken from the Army
Copyright © 2014 by Amber Burns
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Boax’s New Request
“We require a new service from you Ms. Thorne,” a thunderous voice echoed through Katie’s room, waking her from her restless sleep.
Katie sat up from her bed/exam table slowly. Her full breasts ached as they were pulled into a new position by the artificial gravity. The sensitive nubs crowing the end of each bosom were at full attention; as they always seemed to be since she began lactating. A single drop of cream clung to her right nipple breaking up the otherwise perfectly pink skin.
Boax’s alien reptilian form lumbered across the room. Katie was fixated on the pair of swinging cocks between his legs. It was like watching the pendulum on a grandfather clock; a long, think and agile pendulum. Reluctantly, Katie tore her eyes away from Boax’s sex and met his gaze. A sly grin crossed his thin green lips. Bringing his long forked tongue to Katie’s breast, Boax licked up the drop of milk from Katie’s nipple. The contact from Boax sent a sensuous shiver up the human woman’s spine.
“The liquid sustenance you produce is of great value to us,” Boax said while savoring the single drop of cream. “We wish to extract it for our own uses. I assume you do not object.”
Katie knew the milk needed to come out one way or another. Without a baby to drink it, she would have been forced to pump or hand express it herself. The dull ache of engorgement was building and Katie was willing to do whatever Boax wanted to have the sweet dairy extracted.
“I do not,” Katie simply replied.
Boax offered his hand to the former private under his command, helping her off of the table. With Boax leading, the pair moved through the twisting and confusing hallways of the alien ship. The nearly identical corridors split off at seemingly random junctions. Some walls would be lined with doors, almost like small apartments or some type of. cells. Others stretched as far as the eye could see without a single blemish interrupting the continuous surface.
Katie’s feet were growing tired. She had to walk briskly to keep up with Boax’s long strides and a half hour of half speed walking half jogging was taxing the out of practice private. Just as she was considering asking for a break, Boax paused. The couple was in the middle of a long dark hallway. Closed doorways were interspersed along one side of the hall, each one two to three feet from the next. There were no external markings Katie could see differentiating one room from another.
Placing his palm on a panel in the center of a door, Boax triggered it to slide silently open. The room was pitch black. The dim light filtering in from the hallway only illuminated a foot or two before it was overwhelmed. Katie shivered as she followed Boax inside. Once the pair was clear of the door, it slid shut behind them.
The dim light that faded as the door closed was quickly replaced with a blinding flash as the room sensed Boax’s entrance. Katie shielded her eyes, allowing them time to adjust to the new conditions. Boax had no issues acclimating to the brightness and had already left the human’s side. He moved quickly to the center of the room. Katie could hear the clanking and scraping of metal coming from her former commander’s direction; followed by the hum of some type of machine starting up. Her nipples tingled in subconscious expectation.
A jungle gym of metal tubes and plastic piping dominated the center of the otherwise small room. The humming came from a small machine sitting off to the side that the plastic tubes passed through. These tubes finally terminated into a large clear cylinder, clearly meant as a means of containing a liquid. Katie stood near the doorway, speechless and increasingly horny as she realized the intent of the machine.
Mechanical Harvesting
With his harvester primed, Boax returned to Katie’s side. He once again offered his hand to her, waiting to lead her to her intended purpose. With an excitedly apprehensive gulp, Katie took Boax’s scaly hand and followed him to the center of the room.
“I imagine this is not as high tech as you imagined,” Boax stated plainly.
Katie stood in silence and awe.
“We’ve found, through extensive experiments, that this is the most efficient way to harvest while still keeping the purity of the liquid in tact. Don’t worry though,” Boax said, turning to Katie. “We have made some… improvements.”
Katie nodded, despite having no idea what these “improvements” would entail.
“The machine works most efficiently when aided by gravity. This will require you to be on your hands and knees,” Boax directed, motioning downward as he spoke.
Dropping to her knees, Katie briefly eyed Boax’s twin cocks. They were at eye level now, putting Katie in the perfect position to take them between her lips. Her momentary fantasy was interrupted as Boax continued his instruction.
“You will need to be positioned in the center of the machine.”
Katie moved down onto her hands and crawled forward to the middle of the harvesting machine. Once in the correct location straps emerged from the floor, wrapping around the private’s wrists and ankles; restraining her in place. Katie’s eyes went wide and she looked up to Boax, pleading for an explanation.
“The restraints are for your safety. The harvesting process can be quite… eventful,” he explained.
With Katie now in place and properly restrained, Boax moved in front of her and knelt down. His eyes were glued to her swaying bosoms and the hard nipples pointing to the floor below. In his hands were two dome shaped plastic caps, each one about two inches in diameter. The tubes connecting to the machinery protruded from the back of the domes, a hissing of air could be heard coming from each one. Without any further fanfare or warning, Boax brought a dome to each nipple. The machine immediately latched on, pulling Katie’s nipples and flesh into the domes.
Boax’s harvesting machine alternated between a strong vacuum suck and a light resting phase to help emulate a natural suckling. Each strong suck pulled streams of milk from Katie’s sensitive nipples. It also sent shivers down her spine, and stroked a burning ache in her pussy. Katie wished her hands were free so she could stroke her clit or plunge her fingers into her begging hole.
Katie spent the next 15 minutes in a blissful agony. Each time the harvester extracted more of her cream Katie nearly burst into an orgasm. However it would relent before granting her that favor. With her breasts nearly empty and her body teetering on the edge of cumming, Katie glanced up to the clear container holding the extracted cream. It was barely a quarter of the way full. Boax was stranding nearby, a disappointed look on his face.
“Hmm, not quite as much as I had hoped private Thorne,” he chided.
Katie tried to answer, but only a moan escaped her lips as the machine once again increased in power, pulling and stretching her nipples.
“Not unexpected however,” he continued, moving behind the restrained woman. “We have an alternate plan for a lower than expected harvest.”
Boax was grasping a long phallic shaped metal object with tubing attaching to the machines at a different point from the milking infrastructure. The metallic tube was perforated with small recessed holes. Hitting another switch, Boax activated the machinery attached to the new object. A green slimy liquid began oozing from the holes, coating the metal. Unceremoniously, Boax brought the probe to Katie’s sex. He caressed it between her lips, coating her pussy in the green goo before penetrating her with the object.
A shock was felt through Katie’
s entirety as the probe entered her. Each cell in her body was bursting with delight. The green slimy liquid continuously flowed from the metal object, filling her cunt with the sticky fluid. She could feel it absorbing into her, traveling through her body. A warmth spread through Katie, emanating from her sex and flowing outwards like a ripple through a pool. As it reached her chest, she could feel the ache of engorgement returning. Katie looked down in astonishment. Her previously empty breasts were erupting with milk once again. She didn’t have much time to wonder why she was producing more milk so quickly. Her body was on the precipice of orgasmic bliss and the unstoppable flow of green goo was pushing her off the edge.
A low rumbling moan echoed through the small room, drowning out the hum of the milking machine. As the container filled with cream, Katie struggled to keep her balance and not collapse from her hands and knees. The warmth continued to spread through her like waves traveled through the ocean. As a wave contacted a new muscle it contracted with her orgasm. From the small of her back, up through her shoulders, Katie could feel the pleasure dance up her back, before tickling up the crook of her neck. The fine hairs across her body stood on end, screaming out in their own little orgasms.
The hum of the machine suddenly vanished. The container was filled to capacity and the suckling domes fell from Katie’s tingling and swollen nipples. Boax took his time removing the probe from Katie’s pussy, thrusting it back in forth and fucking her with the tool under the guise of removing it. No longer concerned with disrupting the harvesting process, Katie collapsed to her stomach. The milk producing ooze dripped from her sex, dribbling down to her clit before collecting in a sticky puddle beneath her. Boax placed the probe back into it’s holder before approaching the milk container. There were easily several gallons of milk from Katie’s harvesting. The reptilian alien detached the container from the machine and disappeared into the hallway, leaving an exhausted and fulfilled Katie lying naked in the harvesting room.
Final Cleanup
Katie snapped out of a half asleep half daydream daze when Boax re-entered the harvesting room. He stood over the still spent woman, his scaly double cocks swinging over her head. As the alien studied his human captive, his dicks began to rise. The warming ache from Katie’s pussy returned. The harvesting machine had induced powerful orgasms in the private, but she still yearned for Boax’s rough scaly tools.
“You must be cleaned,” Boax stated.
Reaching down to her sex, Katie found she was still coated in the green slime from the harvesting machine. Her own slight touch sent a spark through her loins. Katie began to try and stand and follow Boax to the showers, or bath… or whatever these aliens used to clean themselves, before she was interrupted.
“I did not ask you to stand Ms. Thorne,” Boax said gruffly while placing a hand on Katie’s shoulder.
Still on her knees, Katie sat back onto her heels. She eyed the erect cocks she desired, contemplating taking them between her eager lips.
Boax pushed Katie back from her shoulder, nearly causing her to tumble over. “On your back!” He commanded.
Katie followed through, falling gently onto her back, lying next to the machine that had just sucked and fucked her. She kept her knees together and her feet close to her body, hiding most of her sex from the commanding alien.
“You must be cleaned!” Boax again declared, dropping to the floor.
Placing his thin fingers between Katie’s knees, Boax easily pried them apart. Katie’s pussy glistened with a mixture of her own cum and the green liquid Boax had been pumping into her. The reptilian alien took a sample of the liquids from between Katie’s outer lips with one of his fingers. Once that finger was near his mouth, his forked tongue darted out, licking up the sample from a few inches away. Boax virtually purred in delight.
Boax sunk down, placing his head a few inches from Katie’s crotch. The smell of her sex overwhelmed the slightly sweet aroma coming from the green goo. A nimble tongue darted from Boax’s mouth, landing at Katie’s entrance. Her back arched in immediate orgasm as Boax’s tongue slid up her slit, tasting the entirety of her sex from clit to hole. The green alien ignored Katie’s convulsing orgasm, continuing on his mission to clean her.
Katie spent the next several minutes in heaven. Boax’s tongue was a million times better than any human that had eaten her out before. He was quick and nimble, dashing from one area of her pussy to another, slurping up her wetness as he went. The texture of his tongue was rough and textured much like that of a cat. Her flesh responded well to the rough surface, sending wave after wave though Katie’s being. Each time Boax returned to Katie’s clit, she didn’t think she could handle the intensity. But just as she would be ready to scream for Boax to relent, he would move on.
Once satisfied she was sufficiently cleaned of the green liquid, Boax rose from Katie’s cunt. The private was quite disappointed, aching for just one more orgasm. Determined to reach the plateau just one more time, Katie slid her own fingers down her stomach, intent on reaching her clit.
“No!” Boax declared, catching her hand before it reached its destination. “The re-seeding process must now begin.”
Katie’s eyes went wide as Boax’s effortlessly flipped her over, placing her back onto all fours. Her former commander wasted no time plunging his cocks into Katie’s waiting holes. One slid effortlessly into her already used and lubricated pussy. It thrust in deep, inching him closer and closer to her womb. The second member took a bit more effort to enter her unexpecting ass.
“I’m going to be…. pregnant….. again?” Katie managed to ask in between jolting thrusts.
“Of course,” Boax answered nonchalantly. “That is the cycle. You are seeded, birthed, milked and then seeded again.”
Katie’s arms collapsed from under her in an orgasmic contraction when she heard Boax’s words. Her life was no longer to be one of military training and world travel. She was now a breeder for Boax and his species; locked in a cycle of constant subservience to her alien master.
Katie placed her still trembling hand on her already partially refilled breast. Milking and harvesting were to become a regular activity. Her hand then moved to her belly. Soon to be home to another clutch of alien spawn, and then another, and another until her body could bear no more. Finally, Katie’s hand slid down to her sex. She placed her clit between her fingers, pinching it lightly and stroking herself to another orgasm. Her cunt was to be Boax’s plaything. It would be available for breeding, fucking, or filled with milk producing liquid whenever he saw fit.
Smiling, Katie pushed her hips back into her alien master. “Cum in me Boax!” She called out. “Fill me with your seed; make me pregnant with your spawn once more.”
Alien Tentacle Chronicles –
Taken from the Farm
By Amber Burns
Copyright © 2014 by Amber Burns
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Back in the Saddle
Hannah's breasts swayed painfully beneath her. Each thrust from behind sending her engorged flesh bouncing. Despite the slight pain, Hannah was enjoying the feeling of her husband Landen's cock penetrating her pussy; his length filling her eager hole. It has been six months since the husband and wife have been intimate. The recent birth of their baby boy has kept the pair both busy and exhausted. But with the little one fast asleep, Landen was finally able to take his wife.
"Oh Landen," Hannah purred, glancing back over her shoulder. "It feels amazing."
Landen responded to the praise, thrusting himself deeper into his wife.
"Mmmmm, harder, fuck me harder," Hannah moaned.<
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The sound of Landen's hips slapping his wife's round ass echoed through the room, but was nearly drowned out by Hannah's increasingly loud moans. She could feel herself getting close, both her pussy and nipples tingled with anticipation. Landen's cock slid effortlessly in and out of his wife's well lubricated hole. He could feel his wife's sex wrapping around his member trying to extract the cum from his swollen prick.
Hannah rested her weight onto one arm, her other hand grasping at her full breasts. A spark jumped down her spine as her fingers came in contact with her rock hard nipples. It seemed they were always erect now that she was lactating. No matter what she wore her pink buds were easily visible. The constant state of erection also came with an increased sensitivity. Even slight brushing against her nipples sent a seductive tingle across Hannah's cunt.
With a slight shudder, Hannah pinched her own nipple between her fingers. A few drops of her sweet milk leaked out, coating the pink skin surrounding her nubs. Landen drove his cock deep within his wife and Hannah squeezed her nipple again, increasing the sensitivity and stimulation her body received. Another few drops of cream streamed out, dripping from Hannah's fingers onto the bed below.