by Selena Kitt
My right breast was found first; and the cup attached itself to my breast with a sucking sound. A band at the base of my breast tightened, and I looked down. My breast was swelling already by the tight bondage, and the suction cup was firmly attached to it.
I could feel the other cup slither across my chest, and then, it found my left breast and attached itself efficiently. The base tightened, and now, they tightened even more on both my breasts. Inside the cups, my breasts ballooned under Larry’s lecherous gaze.
A steady pumping began. My breasts were sucked into the cup, then the pressure would ease. And it would start again. Sucked inside, nerves tingling, then release. My nipples grew erect under this treatment, and part-horrified, part-fascinated, I watched this machine maul my steadily-reddening tits.
“You appear to be enjoying yourself, little human,” Bob’s voice in my head was laughing. I could feel his gaze on my pussy, and I could feel my wetness trickle down my thighs. Thankfully, Larry was too far away to see it, he’d taken his position at the console table on one side of the room to watch the show.
The pressure on my breasts eased, and the suction cups were removed. The bands of steel remained, and my breasts were twin red balloons, waiting for the next round of treatment from this machine out of my darkest of dreams.
A whirring noise, and two arms slithered forward; two alligator clamps attached to their tips. Shit. I tensed involuntarily, and tried to twist away, but I was well-immobilized, and there was nowhere to run. The clamps were held open; I could feel them slide over my skin, the sharp metal teeth causing me to stiffen and hold my breath, and then, my hard, throbbing nipples were found, and the clamps tightened over them.
I screamed, I couldn’t help myself. And yet I could feel my pussy drip, my arousal walking hand-in-hand with my pain.
The arms moved – the nipple clamps stretching my nipples painfully, almost an inch from the position they’d been in previously. Stretch an inch; hold it there; return to the start position. Repeat. This torture of my teats continued for many minutes, till I could only hear the sound of my heavy breathing, and my low moans. Pain. They were moans of pain, I tried to convince myself of that.
“Humans really do lie to themselves a lot,” Bob thought dryly. “Why are you afraid to admit you are enjoying yourself, little human? After all, I’m pulling these scenes right out of your own imagination.”
I flushed in shame. My deepest, darkest thoughts were not supposed to be read by an alien with two cocks. I could hear him chuckle at my response, and the clamps tightened painfully for a second around my nipples. A reminder that I was in his control.
The clamps released my nipples, and I was allowed a second of respite, before another set of arms moved towards me. These had flat metal discs at their ends; I didn’t understand their purpose. I tensed some more. It was the things that I didn’t understand that scared me most.
The metal discs made contact with my skin, and I flinched. They were ice-cold, a vivid contrast to the heat in my throbbing breasts. The discs touched me, retreated. Then they touched me again, and this time, a pulse of electricity ran through them, sending a sharp tingle through my body. I screamed in mixed pain and pleasure, and the sweat poured off my brow.
“Please,” I begged. I held Bob’s eyes as I spoke. “Please, I can’t...”
“Ah Suzie, I’m just getting going,” Larry drawled from the console. Idiot. He really did think he was in charge. But I knew better. Bob’s eyes were glinting with lust, and he was enjoying taking my fantasies and using this twisted machine of his to make them come true.
The discs touched me again, this time they were cold again. As they retreated, I saw another arm move towards me; this one containing a nozzle. It slid towards me, finding my opened legs, and moving past my pussy, to my tightly puckered asshole. There, it pushed forward relentlessly into my hole, causing me to shriek with pain, and released its contents into my anal passage with a wet-sounding squelch.
“You’d do well to relax, little human,” Bob’s voice was soothing in my mind.
Another arm moved towards me, and this time, I started twisting in earnest, trying to writhe away from the humungous butt plug heading my direction. I could hear Larry’s chuckle across the room. “Nicely done, Bob,” he laughed. “Let’s give the bitch an enema first though, shall we? I want my cock there tonight, I want her to be clean.”
The butt plug stopped its steady move towards me, and in its place, another nozzle swung in my direction; this one attached to a tube. An impossibly long nozzle, it had to be at least ten inches long. I whimpered in fear, but it was to no avail. The nozzle inserted itself into my ass, steadily pushing into my tight passage till it was in. It felt like someone had shoved a fist in my ass. A hot burning fist. I whimpered in pain as liquid started flowing through the tube, a steady gush.
At first, it felt lovely and soothing as the warm liquid gushed into my body. I felt relaxed; floating. But the feeling of fullness started, as more and more of the liquid entered my body. I groaned; I was cramping, my belly felt bloated and distended, and I felt very out of control; tied down; legs splayed open, an alien machine squirting liquid into my body. My stomach bulged obscenely as the liquid kept entering my body.
“Stop, please,” I begged, only to hear Larry’s mocking laughter.
“Get the bitch clean, Bob,” he repeated.
I felt a cold shard of hate for Larry at the moment, and I didn’t very much like Bob either. When I freed myself, I vowed, I would make these two guys pay.
Another of the writhing arms brought a smaller butt plug towards me, and a firm push into my ass, and it was in, holding the liquid in place. I groaned as my muscles started cramping around the liquid, but at that moment, two arms with tweezers at their end started their sinister way towards me, and pinched and pulled at my nipples, tearing my focus away from my cramping belly.
“A bit of distraction, little human,” Bob’s voice soothed me in my head. “Let yourself relax; let yourself experience this. All of it.”
The tweezers worked their magic, each little prod and poke from them set my nipples throbbing painfully. I bit my lip, and fought not to show Larry how aroused I was. I would have preferred to hide it from Bob as well, but since he could read my mind, that wasn’t going to work very well. My tits were aching, pulsing globes of need, encased in their steel bands, and I could feel them throb, and the throbbing was echoed in my pussy.
“Now, little human,” Bob’s voice sounded in my head, and a suction cup headed towards my anus. The butt plug was yanked out, and the suction cup attached itself on my asshole, and the expelling of my body was cleanly siphoned away.
I sighed in relief; I’d been dreading expelling my enema all over the table. But it seemed that both Larry and Bob didn’t have the taste for truly gross body functions. Torture was okay, but scat? Too far. It was good to know that even lecherous doctors and two-dicked aliens had their limits.
Bob chuckled in my head. “You are very entertaining, little human,” he remarked. I made a mental face at him. Strapped down naked, breasts resembling balloons, an aching mass of need, and he thought I was funny. Lovely.
The arm containing the humungous butt-plug started moving towards me, interrupting my conversation with Bob. I gulped in fear. I’d never had anything in my ass before today; not even during a medical check-up – doctors being in short supply at Aunt Mary’s nuthouse commune. This butt plug though looked at least two inches in diameter, maybe more. It was going to tear me open, I knew it. I fought against overwhelming panic.
“Relax, little human,” Bob’s voice was steady in my head. “Stay still, relax your muscles. You can take this. Trust me.”
“Trust an alien with two dicks. Yeah. I’ll get right on that,” I shot back, the sarcasm the only thing I could think of to stop me from screaming in fear. I could feel his chuckle in my head, but I didn’t pay any attention, my eyes fixed on the giant butt plug heading in my direction.
The plug slid in my assho
le, slower than I expected, but still sending shivers of pain through me. I could feel Larry’s gaze on my ass and my face, could feel his arousal at each wince of pain visible on my face; could see the lust rising in his eyes as he watched my asshole yield to this monstrous invader.
I could still feel the plug push into me, and I whimpered as my asshole stretched painfully around the widest bit. “It hurts,” I moaned, despite my best intentions to remain stoic. “Please, it hurts,” I groaned again, and hated myself for pleading when I heard Larry’s chuckle.
Finally, the plug was in; I could feel my asshole clench around the base. Then, it started vibrating, and I groaned, this time in arousal. I couldn’t ignore it, my anal passage stuffed full with a massive butt-plug, and my pussy just ached in need.
“Touch my pussy now,” I mentally begged the machine. Or was I begging Bob? But my pussy wasn’t what was being played with next. My table slowly lowered till I was lying flat on my back, and a panel fell away, removing support for my head, which then hung off the table. I was lying, head inclined at the perfect angle for a cock down my throat. I knew this; I’d seen the Hentai.
Another arm twitched, and a long slim metal tube came swinging towards my mouth. It must have been over a foot long, and it was hollow. It lined itself up with my opened mouth, and started a slow movement inside.
I can’t swallow a foot of metal tube, I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t talk with the tube in my mouth. “Bob,” I screamed at the alien. “Do something!”
Two inches of the tube entered my mouth, and then, I could feel a liquid squirt from the tip. My mouth and throat tingled, and then went numb. I could still feel, but the edge was dulled; it was similar to the injections they gave you at the dentist’s office right before they were about to do something really, really painful.
I shuddered to think of what was going to happen next, and I was right to be afraid. The tube slid forward again, past the back of my mouth, into my throat. I could feel it squirt more of the numbing liquid in my throat as it pushed forward, steadily, inch by inch, till it finally stopped.
My eyes were watering, a steady stream of drool falling from my mouth. But the numbing liquid had stopped my gag reflex, and the tube was deep in my throat. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the tube retracted out of my throat.
A claw came forward, like the kind you find in the arcade machines that never actually grip anything. This one did though, it made its way to my right breast, and squeezed. I closed my eyes at the overload of sensation. I could feel my breasts throb, they were darkening with each passing moment, becoming a deep shade of red. Another arm came forward with something that looked like a piece of meat. The piece of meat started moving on my left breast, and I took a swift inward breath as I realized it was simulating a tongue. A large, skillful tongue. I wondered where else that tongue could go.
Bob chuckled in my head. “All in due time, little human,” he said dryly. I could sense the amusement pouring off him.
A large dildo came swinging towards my mouth. This thing was massive; it was easily two inches in diameter, maybe more, and it seemed just as long as the tube.
“Ha ha, let’s watch the bitch suck cock,” Larry chortled from his seat.
I parted my mouth for the dildo. It wasn’t that I was being particularly cooperative, but I was realistic. I was tied down, at the mercy of a doctor with twisted fantasies and an alien with a machine that made all these twisted fantasies possible. I’d already been shocked in my nipples; I wasn’t about to find out what happened if Bob was displeased with me.
The first four inches of the dildo slammed into my mouth with no warning, and then the steady pushing began. The numbing lube helped, but it still hurt and I fought to relax my throat, convinced that the dildo would cause serious damage if I resisted.
I couldn’t breathe, the dildo was in my mouth, pushing forward, inch by painful inch, and all I could do was keep my mouth open slack and let it. Drool dripped down my face and onto the floor of the spaceship, and for the moment, the pressure on my breasts was forgotten as I fought to accommodate this new intrusion of my body.
Finally, the dildo stopped pushing, and pulled out, only to repeat its thrusting motion back toward my throat. I could feel my throat surrender to the invader, and I closed my eyes and accepted this forceful probing of my body.
Suddenly, I could feel a tongue on my pussy, licking me, very, very slowly. Not enough to bring me to orgasm, just enough to bring pleasure. It was all overwhelming, the soft licks of the tongue on my pussy, the vibration in my ass, the steady strokes of the dildo probing my mouth; I was in a world of pleasure and pain, a world of sensory overload, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it, even if I wanted it to stop. And at the moment, if you’d asked me, I wasn’t sure what I would have told you.
The licking continued, and I could feel my body react; strange arousal building in me as these machines used my body for the entertainment of the lecherous man watching me. And Bob. Bob wasn’t in sight anymore, but I could feel his eyes on my body. Watching me with slight amusement, as if I was a pet, being trained for his pleasure.
“Wait, am I being trained for your pleasure?” I shot the thought at Bob.
“Do you want to be?” he countered. I kept silent. I didn’t know how to answer that.
“Stick something into the bitch’s cunt, Bob,” Larry shouted from his ringside seat. In response, an arm moved forward with a dildo attached. A large dildo, even bigger than the one in my mouth. That thing would split me open.
Fear started spiraling in me. I started twisting back and forth, as much as I could, shaking my head back and forth; risking hurting my throat on the dildo. I could feel it retract from me slowly, and my mouth was free. I gulped, frantically drawing in air in order to breathe. “Stop,” I cried out. “Please, don’t do this, I’m a virgin.”
That stopped Larry for a second. “You are a virgin?” he repeated stupidly.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, no, not like this.”
A look of disgust filled his eyes. “Yuck,” he said, “blood. I don’t like blood.” Seriously. That’s what he said. This guy was a doctor. It made me weep for our medical system.
“Bob,” Larry’s head turned towards Bob. “You are going to have to open the bitch up, put your cocks in her, and fuck her good. You deal with the mess of the hymen tearing...” He turned to me. “Not too many people can claim that a two-cocked alien took their virginity, Suzie. You should be thanking me.”
At this point, I should probably explain the virginity.
I grew up in a normal home, with a normal mom and dad, until I was fourteen. Then, my parents had died in a car accident one winter, victims of a semi that had hit an icy patch and careened across eight lanes of highway to push them off the bridge. After that, I went to live with my father’s estranged sister, my aunt Mary.
What can I say about my aunt Mary? She was fucking nuts. She was part of this new-age commune in Wyoming, headed up by a shyster, Peter Graham that somehow had convinced all these women to be part of his modern-day harem. My chastity was to be preserved till I was eighteen, and then, I too could be wedded to Peter, in a marriage ordained by heaven. Or so he told me. Ugh.
I’d pretended to follow their rules, biding my time, saving every penny I made from my part-time job after school, and one day, a few weeks’ shy of my eighteenth birthday, I’d run for it. I’d hitchhiked out of town, and kept running till I arrived in Albuquerque, and there, in that concrete sprawl, nestled by mountains, I made my home.
But I shrank away from trusting after that experience. I was a weird mix of horny teenager, half-indoctrinated cult member, and scared little girl. I’d kept away from guys, until that day when I decided that Larry would be the ‘one.’ Yuck.
I was a survivor. I’d survived my parents’ car crash. I’d survived crazy aunt Mary, and lecherous Peter Graham. And now, I would survive Larry the Lizard. I hadn’t fought for so long to end up the victim of some kind of ali
en abduction scheme.
“I’m not abducting you,” Bob’s voice said dryly in my head.
“How much of that did you hear?” I demanded.
“All of it,” he said.
“You can read my mind? All the time?” Well, that sucked. I didn’t want him to know all of my thoughts. Especially those of his twin terrors; those two cocks of steel.
I could feel the amusement cascade off his mind in waves. “Yes,” he drawled arrogantly. “It is every bit as good as you are imagining it. But you are going to find out soon enough, little human.”
A wave of Bob’s hand, and the vibrations from the butt-plug stopped, and the butt-plug pulled out of my body, leaving my asshole gaping open. The claw on my breast released, and the tongue on the other breast stopped its licking. The dildo in my mouth slid out, and didn’t push back in. The tongue licking on my pussy stopped as well.
All that was left was me, strapped down on a table, legs spread wide open on stirrups, pussy and asshole exposed to this alien who was walking towards me with lust-filled eyes, and his twin cocks clearly sporting massive twin erections. These things were huge, long and thick, the heads fat, with creamy pre-cum already dripping from them. Alien pre-cum. I fought the sudden urge to lick my lips, to stretch my mouth wide open and suck the pre-cum from those dicks, to wrap my hands around them, and feel their strength, right before they ripped into my body. I gulped, part arousal and part fear.