by Amber Burns
In between orgasms, Selena opened her eyes to find the alien was standing at the end of the table, staring into her naked pussy. He was naked as well, although she didn't know if the aliens ever wore clothes. His too large head seemed to be precariously balanced on a thin and sickly looking body. Between his legs was... nothing. The alien appeared to lack genitalia all together.
Selena's attention to the alien was short lived. Whatever the cum Marcus had put insider of her was doing, it was doing it well. She shuddered as another orgasm began to spread through her already prone body. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed to enjoy the pleasing sensations washing over her. As her pussy contracted along with her other muscles, Selena sensed a presence at her entrance. It was familiar, round and bulbous. She assumed Marcus was back, recharged and ready to take her once again.
The cock entered Selena but in an almost slithering motion. It burrowed deep into her cunt, undulating and exploring her inner sex. Selena's eyes shot open and found the alien's head between her legs. A long cock like tentacle extended from it's mouth into her open pussy. The combination of the alien appendage and mysteriously powerful cum were driving Selena wild. She bucked her hips, fucking and riding the tongue cock tentacle within her when a second presence brushed against her ass.
Another tentacled tongue had emerged from the alien's mouth. As Selena fucked the one in her pussy, it had made it's way down below to her asshole. The tentacle slithered in with the same nimble alien motions as it's twin. She could feel it exploring her virgin hole and secreting a warm liquid within her as it moved. Based on the newly intense feelings in her ass, Selena assumed it was the same cum like liquid Marcus had filled her box with.
The alien tentacles and cum sent Selena into orbit. Her sex was experiencing a new level of pleasure, beyond a simple orgasm, or even multiple orgasms. Each caress of the appendages inside of her was electrifying and intoxicating. Her brain struggled to keep up with the endless firing of nerve endings and sensations she was feeling. She couldn't even count the number of times she came since it just seemed to be one long rollercoaster of ups and downs though different levels of bliss that didn't have distinct beginnings or ends.
Selena wasn't sure how long the alien was inside of her. Hours? Days? Minutes? There was no way she could manage the attention needed to keep track of time. All she knew was that without warning, the alien withdrew his tentacles from her. Selena was already a writhing, exhausted and thoroughly pleased mess as the alien rose from the table. She was too tired, too dazed to move or attempt to escape. Besides, why would she want to go anywhere else? There was nowhere on Earth she could experience this again.
None the less, the aliens apparently didn't want to take any chances with their experiments escaping. Selena found herself paralyzed again. Her legs still spread wide, her still dripping pussy opened and twitching from the remaining cum. She laid on the alien table waiting and anticipating whatever they planned next.
Alien Tentacle Chronicles -
Taken From The Sea
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.
Pillaging and Plundering
Deckhand Mullins pulled Olivia against him, enclosing her body in a strong embrace. She rested her head against his chest and heard his heart thumping, it's pace quickening with each moment her soft skin was in contact with him. Captain Longpeg approached from behind and wrapped his arms around Olivia's midsection. He pressed his body against her, forming a dirty pirate sandwich around Olivia's snow white skin. She could feel both men's erections pushing against her flesh. She could feel Mullins's hardness pressing into her stomach, while the Captain was nestled in the crack of her ass.
Hands from all parties soon began to wander. Olivia's hands explored the muscled and sweaty shoulders and back of Mullins. The tall crewman didn't have an ounce of fat on his body and Olivia could trace the curve of every muscles in his back. Her hands soon found the smooth curve of his behind and she purred in delight as she took handfuls of his ass. Longpeg's hands also began to wander south, finding Olivia's pussy already substantially lubricated. The sturdy man's hands were much nimbler than expected, his fingers dancing across Olivia's wetness. She tossed her head back, offering moans of pleasure to the clear blue skies above.
Deckhand Mullins pushed himself away from Olivia. He took in the features of the woman offering herself to him. Olivia's blond hair, blue eyes, snow white skin and (most of all) hard pink nipples were enchanting. Mullins took one breast into his hand, cradling the weight of bosom in his palm. Her other breast was covered by the Deckhand's lips and tongue. He kissed the flesh of her breast, flicked his tongue across her areola and finally her hard pink buds. Olivia's moans had not ceased since Longpeg's fingers had found her slit. The delight emanating from her nipples into her chest was just too much.
Neither man had yet to penetrate Olivia's waiting sex but she was already bursting under the influence of an orgasm. Her knees collapsed under her but she didn't fall even an inch before her Captain caught her. He held her upright using the hand already positioned at her pussy to pull her into him. Olivia recovered her balance and Longpeg released her from his grip, only to then pick Olivia up from the hips. The stout man picked up his prize effortlessly, only to lower her back down, impaling her wet hole on his waiting cock. Olivia could feel each inch of him entering her. Her pussy opened to a accept the python wriggling it's way inside. The fullness Olivia felt was intense and she had no control over it while her feet dangled over the ground.
Olivia no longer had control over her body either. Orgasm after orgasm began flooding her senses. Her lips tightened around the monster inside of her, trying to squeeze the cum from him, but Captain Longpeg was not dissuaded. He continued to toss Olivia up and down his cock forcing more of himself inside of her with each thrust. Once Olivia reached the limit of flesh that could fit inside of her, Captain Longpeg lowered her feet to the ground. His hands took hold of her shoulders and forced her forward before his assault commenced from behind.
Olivia opened her eyes, expecting to see the creaking wooden ship deck below her as she bounced around with each slap from Longpeg's hips. Instead she found a hard tool inches from her face, waiting for attention. Olivia stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his dick. Both of Mullins' hands closed around the back of Olivia's head, and he thrusted himself into her mouth. Olivia nearly gagged as her mouth was taken. She closed her lips and sucked, forming a seal while the crewman used her for his own pleasure.
Captain Longpeg's pace quickened before one final strong push inside of Olivia. She could feel his cock tensing and knew what was about to follow. She relished the hot cum being deposited into her womb and a final orgasm washed through her. What strength was left in her loins squeezed her pussy around Longpeg, teasing the last drops from his spent member. With all of the excitement happening between her legs, Olivia had forgotten about Deckhand Mullins and didn't notice him withdrawal from her mouth. With no further warning, he too reached his climax, sending streams of cum onto Olivia's surprised face.
No longer supported by the two seaworthy men, Olivia collapsed onto her hands and knees. The cold wet planks bit into her bare skin as she watched the two men disappear back to the ship's galley. Olivia rolled onto her back and stared into the blue sky. Cum dripped from her well used pussy and from her chin as she regained her composure.
Captain's Prize
Being a pirate captain's servant has certain advantages that Olivia was very good at exploiting. She was the only woman on the ship, making her a covete
d prize for any of the men on the crew. However only those that won favor with the captain were ever allowed near Olivia. Even touching her fair skin without permission was quickly and harshly punished. Bedding Captain Longpeg gave Olivia a kind of exclusive access to him. She could subtly influence policy, behaviors and decisions. The Captain would rarely note her presence and freely discuss otherwise secret and sensitive plans while she was within earshot.
With her powers of persuasion Olivia has secured herself perks that would only normally apply to the crew members. Most notably, she gets a share of any treasure or other wealth the pirates may "come across". Being the only woman, Olivia mostly chooses the jewels, rings and other feminine adornments. Over the years she has amassed quite a collection. Her jewelry stash was as rich and varied as any queen in Europe. Despite her vast collection, Olivia always wanted one thing; more.
It was a late spring evening when Olivia awoke to the sound of Captain Longlegs' voice. The new season had brought rough seas which always mean expensive repairs to the ship. And, as such is the pirates life, spending money means "making" money. The Captain and his First Mate, Jenkins, were discussing a plan to obtain the needed funds for their repairs.
"Spanish galleons are making regular voyages through the southern seas," Jenkins said, pointing to a map that was too far for Olivia to see. "The whispers indicate they are loaded with riches. Gold, silver, jewels."
Captain Longpeg leaned back in his captain's chair. He stroked his black beard, deep in thought.
"Aye," he replied. "But the southern seas are not the friendliest place this time of year. Storms have been know to reach out and flip ships starboard, nary a soul to survive."
Olivia could see the twinkle in Jenkins eye, even from across the room.
"Tis true," Jenkins paused a moment, checking his map. "Which is why we sail here." Jenkins circled a region on Longpeg's map. "By the time the Spanish ships reach this stretch of seas they will be in no shape to fight. They will be tossing their riches to us without a single cannon being fired."
Longpeg smiled. "It's a risky plan boy. But we would not be pirates if we did'na take risks."
The Captain slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. Olivia found that he was still nude, his namesake long cock hanging limp between his legs.
"Instruct the crew to set sail Jenkins," Captain Longpeg commanded, "We're off to plunder Spanish riches."
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The journey to the southern seas was long and uneventful. Longpeg spent his days either counting his treasure or fucking. Olivia preferred the latter. The Captain had implemented a new moral program since setting sail. Each day an event was held to determine the most worthy sailor. Events were often feats of strength or dexterity. Various weight lifting contests, races or some combination were common. The winning crew member was invited to the captains cabin to partake in Olivia along with Captain Longpeg.
Nearing their destination, the Captain setup a special challenge for today's right to come to the captain's quarters. Tied to the top of the mast was a naked and horny Olivia. The ropes were bound tightly across her body, squeezing the flesh of her breasts and digging into her pussy lips. The salty sea air whipped around her, tickling her nipples and teasing at her exposed clit. Olivia looked down to the deck, a dozen hungry sailors were eyeing her body, ready to fight each other for the privilege of having a night with her.
The men were half paying attention to the captain explaining the rules of the contest and half watching the naked siren perched atop their ship. Olivia could not hear the captain's words. The rush of the wind was only interrupted briefly by the firing of Longpeg's gun, indicating the contest had begun.
Men began trying to climb the mast, a blur of flesh and fists was all that Olivia could make out. Any time one crew member began to make his way up, he was quickly pulled down by another. Olivia settled into the most comfortable position she could manage, she knew she was going to be up here for awhile.
Unnatural Storm
Judging by the sun, Olivia estimated it had been an hour since the contest to reach her had begun. However it was getting harder to measure time as dark clouds began to gather. The pool of suitors below had begun to dwindle. Injured, drunk or otherwise incapacitated men had been removed from the contest. There were two men ahead of the pack, both about halfway up the mast. In between steps of climbing they would jab or kick at each other, trying to know the other down.
The prevailing winds began growing cold and the skies darkened as then two men passed the three quarters mark. They were tiring and their pace slowing. Olivia's body ached from the immobility and the tightness of her ropes. The droplets of rain that began splattering against her already agitated skin stung as the ship picked up pace in the quickening winds.
Before either man could reach Olivia and claim their prize, a storm had broken out. Olivia struggled helplessly against her bonds as the ship swayed recklessly in the ever larger waves. The two men racing up the mast had abandoned their attempts. They quickly made their way back down to the deck to help prepare and batten down the ship. Olivia was left, naked and alone, tied to the top of the mast as the storm raged around her.
*CRACK*
Olivia's attention was instantly taken to the sound of wood creaking, cracking and breaking below. From her vantage she could see the ship's deck bowing up from below. Wooden splinters began exploding from the planks, sending shrapnel into nearby sailors. The ship was being bent and split into two. Olivia watched in horror as the two halves of the ship, no longer joined together, began moving in opposite directions. In between the front and back of the ship, which was now occupied by the sea, a dark form began to rise.
"The Kraken!" some of the men cried out as the shadow grew larger.
What emerged from the sea, while not a mythical sea monster, was just as frightening to the pirate crew. A giant, gleaming silver disk emerged from the water. If floated through the air, in whichever direction it chose; unhindered by the winds or the storm raging above. The disk was spinning in place, as if observing the wreckage below. Slowly, it began criss-crossing across the remnants of the pirates' ship. A fait light would glow below the disk and the men underneath it would disappear.
Olivia was mere feet from sea level now. Only scraps of wood and the flying disc remained visible against the raging water. The grey disc approached Olivia, hovering high above her. Olivia closed her eyes, certain the light would make her disappear and wipe her from existence. Just as she expected, the light appeared and enveloped her. Olivia said her last words and prayers, ready for the end.
Not Yet Dead
"I... I'm alive?" Olivia whispered to herself, opening her eyes.
Trying to move, Olivia found she was still bound in the same ropes, attached to the same chunk of wood. However she was now in a strange, empty room. What remained of the mast was secured to the floor about a foot below. There was a single open doorway, the hall or room adjacent was dark and quiet.
"Hello?" Olivia called out. "Is anyone here? Where am I?"
A figured emerged from the darkened doorway. He was tall and wide. His shoulders span twice that of Olivia. His face was punctuated by dark inset eyes and a flat patch of skin with two small slits where his nose should be. His lips were long and thin. The top of his bald head was less round than a human. The man, if that is what he was, was unclothed; his skin a dark green. His chest and arms were familiar in shape, though much wider and he possessed no nipples. His four fingered hand was holding some type of rectangular device.
Below his waste hung a pair of what looked to be cocks. They were long and limp, swinging as he walked. The sight of the double donged man (or whatever he was) turned Olivia on more than she cared to admit. She imagined the kind a sensations a man with such a gift could bestow upon her.
"Human female," the alien said, approaching Olivia. "Unclothed and bound to a wooden object."
Olivia stared, speechless as the green man looked
her over. Suddenly, one of his two cocks sprung to life. It reached up, and caressed her stomach.
"Skin is soft, and normal temperature," he continued speaking towards the device in his hand. "
Olivia moan slightly as the agile dick stroked her stomach and moved down to her crotch. It parted her lips, coating it's tip in her wetness as it came in contact with Olivia's clit.
"Female appears to be sexually aroused." The cock slid further down towards Olvia's pussy. "I will continue stimulus to illicit a response. I will report my findings afterwards. Dax out."
With a tap onto the device, it disappeared into thin air. Dax then turned his attention to the aroused and bound female at his mercy. Olivia was enjoying the tool that was exploring her cunt. With what little mobility she had, Olivia rocked her hips against it, begging the alien member to go deeper. Dax, however, was taking his time. He was watching Olivia, studying her demeanor and her reactions. He noted how her chest was turning red as the blood rushed through her body. The pink nipples at the apex of her breasts were erect and waiting to be touched. Her supple lips were parted just enough to supplement her body with extra oxygen as well as allowing her subtle moans to escape.