Alien Sex Attack
Catherine DeVore
Copyright 2012 Catherine DeVore
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I ran down the hallway, my boots clanking against the steel grate floor. I
winced at the sound, but I had to get out of there, and fast. The aliens
had spread through the ship far, far quicker than I’d thought possible. I
was the last one left untainted.
I tore the cover off an air duct, leaping inside. As I replaced the heavy
grate behind myself, I saw one of the aliens slink out from a side
corridor and move down the hallway, its eyeless head scanning left and
right, hunting for me. It paused near my location, oily black head
swinging from side to side. I held my breath, too afraid to move, as its
nostrils flared. After what felt like an eternity, it continued down the
hall, nails clicking against the hard floor. Relief suffused my body as it
disappeared around another corridor. Flipping on my wrist readout
screen, I pulled up a map of the ship’s ductwork, quickly charting a
course to the main bridge.
This whole disaster had started when my team had been dispatched to a
remote planet to salvage a wrecked military light cruiser. As a mineral
extraction specialist, my job was to pick through the fine pieces of
scrap, like circuitry and other internal parts, and determine what was
worth keeping for processing and recycling. Not quite the humanitarian
research career I’d envisioned when I was in university, but I’d
discovered that I craved the freedom and lawlessness of outer space. I
had been so excited to venture further into unclaimed territory beyond
Federation-sanctioned civilian routes that I hadn’t even noticed how
unusually heavily-armed our military escort was. I found myself deeply
regretting my obliviousness now.
When we’d landed, the away team had come back with what appeared
to be an egg. The planet we were on was supposed to be completely
incompatible with life, yet the egg seemed to be viable. Before we’d
even had a chance to get it to the research bay, it had hatched.
That’s when things went south.
The creature had immediately skittered into the heating mains of the
ship, its body growing even as we watched. The marines had launched a
hunt immediately, but by the time they’d found where the alien had
gone, it was too late. The creatures spat some kind of goo that . . .
changed people. It seemed to be some kind of pheromone attack. For
lack of a better way to describe it, it made people really, really horny.
Once they were subdued, the creature dragged them off and committed
unspeakable acts on their bodies, the formerly-resistant victims eagerly
shouting encouragement as they were violated.
We resisted, of course, but it was difficult. We learned quickly that the
alien could replicate on its own just as fast as it had hatched and grown
to adulthood. The ship was littered with eggshells—no matter how
many we smashed, more hatched. Even worse, the amniotic fluid within
the eggshells contained the same pheromone load as the aliens’ spit. I’d
seen a careless marine go from shooting eggs to writhing on the ground
moaning and fucking herself with her billy club within the span of five
minutes. Really, it was a miracle that I was left in control of my faculties
at all.
I shuddered, starting off through the duct system. I knew I couldn’t kill
all the aliens by myself. Even before the marines had been decimated,
they hadn’t managed to actually eliminate a single one, aside from the
eggs. No, my plan was much more grim than that. I was going to blow
up the whole ship, myself included.
As I crawled towards the only command panel in the whole ship that
would let me activate the self-destruct sequence, I passed a vent. As I
glanced down into the chamber below, my heart dropped out of my
chest.
Below me, sprawled out across a grav couch like a calendar pinup, lay
my closest friend and object of my unrequited desire, Marine Corporal
Marshall Sanders. I hadn’t cared much for him when he’d joined the
ship—there was always a sort of rivalry between the science teams and
security. When he’d asked what I was working on as I tinkered with a
particularly complicated mineral extraction, I’d snapped at him at first,
thinking he was making fun of me. I was immediately remorseful when I
saw the hurt look on that handsome face. I’d apologized and showed
him the process, surprised at how interested he really was in the work
we were doing. He’d told me that even though he’d ended up in a job
for a meathead jock, xenobiology and xenolinguistics were his real
passion. He was as excited to venture into unexplored space as I was.
He and I had been fast friends since then. I hadn’t worked up the
courage to tell him that I’d really and truly fallen for him.
And it seemed I’d never get the chance now. Tears pricked my eyes as I
saw him writhing while tentacles snaked up his naked body, but I
couldn’t look away, either. I flushed with shame as my pussy grew wet; I
watched the expression on his face as the alien began to stroke his
thick, hard cock. I knew it was wrong to get off watching Marshall being
taken from me, but— This might be my only chance, I rationalized, unable to
tear my eyes away as Marshall moaned, his hips straining into the alien’s
embrace. I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid my hand inside, parting my
wet folds to stroke myself, drawing out moisture as my pussy tensed
with anticipation.
As I watched, the alien began to probe between Marshall’s ass cheeks
with a questing tentacle. Marshall spread his legs, clearly eager to accept
the thick length. I whimpered softly as I watched it stroke around his
tight hole, lubricating the sensitive skin. My pussy ached to be filled,
too, but all I had were my fingers. It seemed almost criminal when
Marshall’s long, fat cock was nearly in my reach.
As the tentacle pushed into Marshall, I pushed my fingers into myself,
wishing—imagining—that they were Marshall’s thick shaft. The sight of
that meaty length being squeezed and stroked, even by a loathsome
black tentacle, drove me wild. The tentacle probing his ass had inserted
itself fully, and I could see that Marshall’s tight hole was stretched wide
around its thick base. From the sounds he was making, the prehensile
limb was hitting him in just the right spot deep inside. My fingers sped
up around my clit, my shame at watching Marshall being completely
debased unable to triumph over the need building in my groin.
As Marshall thrust back against the slithering limbs pushing into him, an
errant tentacle quested near his face. “Please,” he groaned, parting his
lips to receive it. I gasped aloud as the alien penetrated him from both
ends, forgetting momentarily to play with myself as I watched Marshall’s
face. My pussy throbbed with desire, my need for Marshall so powerful
it hurt. I’d have given anything—well, nearly anything—to be riding his
cock at that very moment.
I bit my free hand as my fingers resumed their work on my clit, the
sensation sharp and delicious. Below, Marshall’s cock jetted white fluid
across his stomach and chest as thick black tentacles used his holes, but
he was so aroused that his girthy shaft didn’t soften a bit. The alien’s
mouth gaped open and a long tongue snaked out, lapping up the sticky
fluid from his stomach and bathing the flared purple head of his cock.
My cunt clenched spasmodically as I realized that I could smell Marshall
now, sweat and cum. I groaned breathily, my fingers smearing slick fluid
across my thighs as I worked my most sensitive nub of flesh hard,
wanting to feel used like Marshall was being used.
As my breath came fast and my whole body began to tingle in
anticipation, Marshall also writhed and bucked below me, his cock
thrusting hard in and out of the coil of tentacles. I saw silvery fluid burst
from the tentacle in his mouth and trickle down his face—I could only
assume the alien had cum in his mouth. Marshall lapped at the fluid
frantically, his tongue caressing the slick surface of the tentacle. As
silvery fluid dribbled out of his ass, covering Marshall’s strong thighs in
alien cum, Marshall’s cock jerked again, spraying an even thicker load.
As the alien’s tentacle scooped it up and slid it into Marshall’s mouth, I
cried out involuntarily. My pussy spasmed around my fingers as I came.
It felt oh-so-good, but I still couldn’t help but feel cheated that it was
my slender pianist’s fingers that my cunt milked and not that fat,
dribbling cock that was only now starting to soften.
My face red with shame, I zipped up my jumpsuit, taking one last look
at my dear friend as the alien began to push into him again. A tear rolled
down my face. I regretted not telling him that I was in love with him so
badly, and now it was too late. “I’ll save you, Marshall,” I whispered,
strengthening my resolve. “I’ll get you away from them.” I crawled on,
my crotch still damp and sensitive. I felt acutely guilty for getting off on
Marshall’s debasement, but at least nobody else would ever know.
Each chamber that I passed over was the same: orgiastic scenes of
debauchery. Black tentacles intertwined with soft flesh as the aliens
subjugated the entire crew. I tried not to look, but images of my friends
and crewmates were seared into my retinas. It was strangely arousing—
again and again, I found myself wanting to stop and watch, but I had a
mission to complete.
After nearly 3 hours of crawling through the ship’s massive ductwork, I
found myself looking down at the bridge from a vent. There was no easy
way to get down from here—I’d have to try and climb. Using the laser
tool mounted on my wrist readout, I carefully cut through the grate,
setting it aside in the duct. Several feet away from me, there was a thick
bundle of wires running from the ceiling to the wall. If I could get ahold
of it, I might be able to climb down without breaking my neck.
Steeling myself, I crouched, then leapt for the wire, my arms
pinwheeling frantically. My fingers slipped over the plastic cable casing,
and, for one heartbreaking moment, I thought I was going to fall to my
death. Then my hands found purchase, and I hung suspended in the air
by a thin wire of hope. I began slowly shimmying down towards the
wall, moving slowly. I wasn’t very strong, and my arms already ached
from the strain.
Suddenly, the cable lurched downward as the moorings tore loose. I
cried out as I jolted down to the floor, my sweating palms struggling to
maintain my grip. The world seemed to slow to a halt as I the cable
slipped from my grasp. I tumbled towards the floor, my mouth open but
no sound escaping as my heart hammered with terror.
Then the world sped up again as a massive black tentacle coiled up
around me, intercepting my body mid-fall. “Oh, FUCK!” I screamed,
the irony of which was not lost on me before the slick fluid coated my
skin. My vision blurred as alien chemicals saturated my bloodstream. A
small voice in the very back of my head still screamed and struggled,
but my body’s urges were too strong. I collapsed into the alien’s
embrace as smaller tentacles quested over my body, tearing at my
jumpsuit. There was something different about this one—it was far, far
larger than the others I’d seen throughout the ship, and its body seemed
differently-shaped. I wondered vaguely if it was the first one that had
hatched from the mysterious egg.
My jumpsuit, built to withstand the extreme wear-and-tear of working
as a deep space researcher, shredded like tissue beneath the alien’s
tentacles. Normally, its strength would have frightened me, but I
yearned for its touch. I moaned as cool air hit my skin, my nipples
already painfully hard. Tentacles snaked up to caress my full breasts,
stroking up the underside and coiling about my taut nipples, tugging
gently on the hard nubs of flesh. I tried to grind my crotch against the
alien’s carapace but I was held tight in its grasp.
As I squirmed in its oily grasp, I felt two new tentacles snaking around
my ankles. I cried out as the alien forced my thighs apart, exposing my
pussy. I writhed in its grasp, ready for the alien to take me now, but the
damnable creature seemed more interested in prolonging my torment.
Thin, wispy tentacles snaked up the soft skin of my inner thighs and
caressed me with feather-light touches, ignoring my wild begging. My
eyes nearly rolled back in my head as a tentacle quested around my clit.
The oily skin barely grazed against the engorged nub of flesh, but to me
it felt like an electric shock. I could feel my slick juices dripping out of
my cunt and over my thighs.
It was both a relief and a heightened torment when the first tentacle slid
between my ass cheeks, exploring my tight hole. What I really wanted
was for the alien to fill up my throbbing pussy, but I needed something
—anything. As the slick tentacle slid into my asshole inch by inch,
slowly stretching me out, I nearly sobbed with relief. Once the tentacle
had pushed into me as far as its thick base would allow, it began to slide
in and out. The tiny tendrils stroking my clit and nipples sped up, egged
on by my whimpers. It was barely a minute before I came so hard that
my eardrums bulged, stars sparkling across my vision. I gasped and
> panted as my body trembled with the force of it.
Somehow, I had the impression that the alien was pleased. Its eyeless
black face had no discernible expression, but something about it—its
posture, or maybe even its smell—seemed to convey pleasure to me.
Still aching with need, I bucked my hips helplessly, still unable to reach
any part to grind against. The alien’s main body mass stirred below me,
its chitinous legs spreading. As I watched eagerly, a new protuberance
emerged from a glistening slit in the creature’s abdomen. It was black
and oily, like the rest of the alien, but there was no mistaking that shape
—it was a thick, hard cock.
Almost tenderly, the alien lowered me to the throbbing organ. I moaned
like a cat in heat as the engorged head slid against the inflamed lips of
my pussy. The feeling of the alien’s cock sliding into me, grinding
against the tentacle in my ass, was a blessed relief. My cunt clenched
around the thick shaft, eager to receive the full length. As my lips parted
with pleasure, a tentacle snaked between them, stroking its length
across my tongue. The surface of the tentacle was slick with the same
oil coating that covered the alien’s entire body, but it felt like warm skin
against my lips.
I whimpered around the thick length as the alien began to slowly thrust
into my cunt, its massive member stretching me wide. I was already
close—so close—to coming again, but my body was almost over-
stimulated by the countless tentacles stroking me, fucking me, sliding all
over my body. I closed my eyes as bliss washed over me, my whole body
shuddering with pleasure.
I groaned deep in my throat as I felt hot liquid splash into my ass. The
tentacle didn’t retreat, though; rather, I could feel it swelling up again
immediately. The alien’s cock twitched within my pussy, hitting that
delicious spot right at the top of my channel. As a tentacle no thicker
than my pinky finger looped around my clit and squeezed gently, I
screamed a muffled scream of sheer hedonistic delight. I had thought
my first orgasm was earth-shattering. I hadn’t even known the meaning
of the word. I felt the alien’s massive member shoot spurt after spurt of
thick, silver liquid deep into my cunt as my muscles contracted around
the thick length, milking it dry.
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