by Traci Kannen
Pleasure Toy
for the
Tentacle Empire
The Complete Lexi Series
Traci Kannen
A SIRENS Erotic Sci-Fi Adventure
Copyright 2017 by Traci Kannen
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences
SIRENS Erotic Sci-Fi Adventures
by Traci Kannen
The SIRENS – Special Alien Intercourse and REproductive Needs Squad – were formed in 2010 after a federation of alien races called the System made contact with the United States Government with an offer: they would provide science and technology advances if America would provide willing, well-endowed beauties to service their ranks and aid in breeding. After a small pilot program proved hugely (and wetly) successful, the SIRENS were created.
The SIRENS are a group of approximately 15 brave female volunteers, ages 20 to 45, who possess the unique fetishes and physical talents to serve as sexual playthings for a wildly diverse group of alien creatures.
Utilizing a network of teleportation portals across America, the SIRENS journey across the Milky Way for hot, lurid, slime-dripping encounters with a menagerie of alien life forms that share one common appetite: gorgeous, curvaceous, horny Earth women.
Each SIRENS book is a stand-alone adventure; all take place in the SIRENS universe, and each can be read by itself, or as part of a larger epic tale.
Sex Toy
for the Tentacle Prince
Traci Kannen
A SIRENS Erotic Sci-Fi Adventure
Copyright 2017 by Traci Kannen
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences
Chapter 1
Lexi checked her phone: 3:52pm. She sighed and looked back up at the man and the woman in the kitchen: two potential buyers for the plain, four-bedroom rancher she was showing that afternoon.
The hot July sun blazed brightly through the living room's big bay windows. Lexi looked out at the rest of the suburban Tampa neighborhood, watching minivans and SUVs glide by as families went about their business.
Lexi checked her social media feeds as the husband and wife debated the merits of the kitchen. She had another appointment at 4:15—a new showing on the big empty house on Palmetto Lane—and she really needed to get these tire-kickers moving.
“Folks,” Lexi finally smiled at them, “I just got a note about a sale that needs some help – would you want to just keep looking at the home and let yourselves out? The door locks itself.”
“That would be great!” the wife said, leading her husband back to the bedrooms to check the closet space.
Relieved, Lexi grabbed her pink bag and headed out to her white SUV, her five-inch white heels click-clacking on the cement walkway.
The 27-year-old's heavy, full breasts bounced underneath her sheer white silk blouse, unbuttoned to show off her delicious cleavage; a tight white knit miniskirt the ended just below her ripe, round rump completed her outfit. Lexi's long, brown hair—streaked with platinum blonde stripes—swung behind her as she climbed into her SUV and headed south, toward 69 Palmetto Lane, a house no one had been able to sell for three years.
The house at 69 Palmetto Lane had a long gravel driveway that led away from the road to the rear of the house. Lexi noticed two big black American SUVs already parked outside the garage, and she cursed at being late—until she noticed it was only 4:10.
She parked and checked her frosted pink lipstick: still perfect. She grabbed her pink bag, and hustled to the big double doors of the house, which she noticed were already open; the lock box hung open on one of the knobs. Weird, she thought. I guess the office must have given them the key code.
She knocked loudly on the door and yelled, “Hello! It's Lexi, from Sunshine Stars Realtors!”
A strange, low, throbbing, pulsating sound came from somewhere in the house—like a big engine, or even like a nightclub sound system. OK, this is getting weirder, Lexi thought to herself.
“Downstairs!” called a woman's voice. “We got here early and let ourselves in! We got the code from Anya at the office.”
Lexi smirked to herself. Getting jittery, girl? she kidded herself. She made her way to the basement door, her white pumps clicking on the marble floors of the big, sprawling home, and headed downstairs.
As she descended, the low humming noise got louder. Shit, she thought. I bet it's the air conditioner crapping out. That's not gonna help me sell this donkey.
Lexi reached the bottom of the stairs and saw a long corridor with several doors; the one at the end was open, and a strange green light poured from the doorway. She headed down the hall, heels loud on the wooden floor.
Just as she was about to go into the room, a tall, striking, smiling blonde woman in her early 40s stepped out into the hall. Lexi was only 5' 4”, and in her heels she was nearly 5' 9”; this woman was almost 6' 4”. She was built like an Amazon, and dressed like a call girl ; knee-high pink hooker boots with four-inch heels; tight black miniskirt that ended an inch below her ass; and a tight black long-sleeved Lycra top, with a silver zipper and round hoop pull that was unzipped well below the bottom of her magnificent cleavage.
“Hi Lexi! I'm Ella, we spoke on the phone,” the blonde smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth and thick, pink-frosted lips—just like Lexi's. “So nice to meet you.”
“Sorry I'm late,” Lexi smiled back, shaking the blonde's warm, soft hand.
“You're not late, we got here early,” Ella smiled, shaking her head. “Please, come in.”
Lexi raised a well-sculpted eyebrow. “Sure,” she said, following the tall woman into the room.
Just a few steps in, Lexi froze.
The huge basement rec room was filled with strange machinery and computers; a huge generator made the low, throbbing hum she had noticed upstairs. Another woman—younger, dark hair and olive skin, wearing a tiny tank top and shorts, typing away at two laptops—sat at a ping pong table that had been turned into a desk and equipment rack.
A large bank of eight wide-screen TVs had been set up on one wall, and it relayed a dizzying stream of data, numbers, and charts. Three huge rolling racks of computer equipment had been shoved against one wall.
But most impressive of all was the huge, shining metallic hoop that filled the space nearly to the ceiling. It was connected via huge black wires and tubes to the computers. It emitted a strange hum, and a weird, otherworldly green glow seemed to seep from the bright chrome tube.
“What—what—” Lexi managed to stammer.
“OK, sorry about all this,” Ella said, and she put her hands on Lexi's shoulders.
“Listen, Lexi, I'm about to tell you a lot of things and ask you a very important question.”
“Sure,” Lexi said, unsure what was happening. The young woman at the computer desk looked up briefly at her; she wore big glasses with thin black frames, and smiled slightly as she looked Lexi up and down.
“The good news is, we bought this house,” Ella said. “We paid $750,000 for it. That's $100K over asking. You can take the rest of the day off.”
“W—Wow!” Lexi said. “That's great!”
“And now for the important part,” Ella said, taking the young real estate agent over to a pair of office chairs and sitting her down as she joined her. “Normally, what I'm about to do is a carefully scripted two-week orientation process, but we have a real issue and we need your help right away. Your country needs you. Hell, your planet needs you.”
Lexi blinked, confused. What was happening?
“Wha--” Lexi asked.
“If you chose to accept this offer, you will be paid one million dollars a year, tax free, for the duration of your service.”
Lexi stopped talking and stared at Ella.
“Lexi, the government watches everything we do. Every web site we visit. Every purchase we make. Every book or magazine we read. And if someone looks at a specific combination of web sites, and buys certain kinds of adult toys, and reads certain kinds of books--”
Lexi's big brown eyes grew wide. Oh no. Oh shit. She's talking about my alien porn. My tentacle porn. She knows!
Ella saw her concern and patted her bare knee, shaking her head and smiling.
“No, no, this is good, Lexi,” the tall blonde said. “You've been identified as someone who could be very important for Earth.”
“What do you mean?” Lexi asked, suspicious.
Ella sat back and looked at the gorgeous young woman. She sighed, and nodded to the other woman, who began to tap on a second laptop. Ella looked at a big white watch on her slim wrist, and took a deep breath.
“We only have five minutes, so I'll be blunt,” the beautiful blonde said. “Here's the story, Lexi: Aliens are real. For the past five years. we've had a special treaty with a large group of them known as the System. They provide us with medical and scientific technology to help humanity. They also provide us with the portal you see here.”
“And what do we give them?” Lexi asked.
Ella smiled. “Lexi, you have a very specific, very intense kind of sexual fantasy.”
“Tentacle porn,” Lexi said, looking Ella straight in her beautiful blue eyes. “I've always had a thing for it, since I was a teenager.”
“We know,” Ella said, smiling. “Me too.”
Lexi's eyes widened again.
“Gabriela, run my video,” Ella said.
The eight HDTVs suddenly stopped showing data and code. Instead, the screens cut to a crisp, clearly shot video of a tall, well-built blonde hanging in mid-air, wearing only knee-high white boots, her arms and legs wrapped and spread by thick green slime-dripping tentacles. The room was a strange pink color, and Lexi realized it was all some kind of enormous creature.
The blonde was arching her back and groaning loudly as huge, knob-covered shafts of thick green-black flesh rammed in and out of her pussy and ass, thick drips of greenish slime flowing from her holes and down her golden thighs. Her big, heavy breasts were being squeezed and probed by two more slimy tentacles with big, grasping finger-like tendrils that clamped tightly to her soft flesh.
Between the blonde's thick, full red lips, another green tentacle slowly pumped, sliding deep into her mouth and throat. The tentacles on her arms and legs lifted and guided her so the other probing members could plunge deep into her body. The blonde was obviously loving her complete ravishing, her body dripping with sweat, her satisfied groans and whines echoing in the rec room.
Lexi stared in shock at the scene. Gabriela, the young woman on the laptops, leaned back in her chair and began to caress her own ripe, ample boobs through her tank top.
“That's you,” Lexi said, stunned, looking back at Ella, then at the moaning, squirming, ravished woman on the screens.
“It is,” Ella smiled. “That was last week. The alien is a species called the Pyulla. This particular gentleman is Prince Quralma. And we need your help with him.”
Ella stood up and walked over to the monitors to watch her violation by the enormous tentacle beast.
“There are 15 of us who serve a variety of alien needs. Most of us have specialties. We have three tentacle girls, including me. Here's the problem: He's expecting a gorgeous, horny Earth slut to walk through the portal in his chamber in... well, in three minutes. But I can't get the other two to a portal in time. And I can't service the Prince again so soon—it needs to be a different girl.”
Lexi was staring at the video monitors, staring open-mouthed at the sight of a huge, alien tentacle creature ravishing the beautiful and willing Ella. She was excited, repulsed, confused—but also very, very interested.
Ella walked next to Lexi and put her arms around the petite, busty young woman. She leaned down and whispered into her ear.
“Lexi, will you help us? Will you go to Prince Quralma and let him use your body however he sees fit? I promise you, it will be the most amazing encounter of your life. And your planet needs you.”
Lexi gulped nervously. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge, green tentacles on the monitors: some with knobs, some with fleshy bulbs, some with rippled tips that slid effortlessly into Ella's body.
Finally, she turned to Ella and looked up into the stunning blonde's big blue eyes.
“I'll do it,” she said with a wicked little smile.
“I knew it,” Ella whispered, leaning down to wetly kiss Lexi's full, red lips. Lexi, surprised, stood there motionless as the tall blonde's tongue slipped into her mouth, and for a moment, she almost forgot about the incredible agreement she had just made.
Ella pulled away, her long fingers sliding down to gently cup Lexi's big, heavy jugs before she walked away.
“Fire up the portal, Gabriela, and let Prince Quralma know that not only are we sending a girl—we're sending a virgin.”
Lexi cleared her throat and shook her head, smirking.
“Well, a tentacle virgin,” Ella laughed.
Lexi looked down at her white outfit and back at Ella. “Is this—I mean, should I change?”
“No, don't change a thing!” Ella shouted as she ran to a control panel near Gabriela, furiously spinning dials as the sound in the room of the pulsing low machines grew louder. “They like to undress us.”
The portal suddenly gave a loud, descending whir, and the space within the shiny ring began to glimmer, then turned a glowing green curtain of shimmering energy.
“Head on through,” Ella yelled over the roar of the machinery. “We'll see you in a couple hours.”
“Hours?” Lexi said, gulping. She looked back at the monitors and watched Ella's body stuffed in every hole with huge, thick green tentacles, and she bit her lower lip.
She walked up a small ramp to the portal, clutching her arms around her chest, squeezing her heavy, soft breasts upward. Then she stopped.
“Colonel Ella!” she yelled.
“What?” the tall blonde shouted back.
“What's the name of your group?”
Ella smiled.
“We're called the Sirens,” Ella shouted. “Welcome, Siren Lexi.”
Lexi nodded with a grin. She took a deep breath, and faced the glowing green wall of energy before her.
Then she stepped into it.
Chapter 2
Passing through the portal gave Lexi only a mild tingle, her skin prickly as she journeyed through the device.
It was like walking through an electric doorway, she thought, and then she felt the heat and humidity.
Her eyes adjusted and she found herself standing in a big chamber with a smooth white floor and ceiling, and three walls that were made of metal beams and glass, revealing a glowing, star-filled galaxy that slowly rotated around. The room was lit with soft pink light, with the green glow of the portal throwing eerie shadows.
Holy shit I'm in outer space, Lexi gulped.
The temperature and moisture levels were so high she began to instantly sweat, soaking her blouse and making it stick to her tanned skin.
She barely noticed.
Because in front of her, about twenty feet away, was an enormous pink and purple mass, webbed with with dark green and purple veins and arteries. It was round, sort of, maybe ten feet on each side, and it was undulating and throbbing, There was a smell, too—heavy, wet, somehow raw. It was not unpleasant.
Along the exterior of the mass were a dozen or m
ore ten-foot-long, swirling tentacles, about eight inches thick where they joined the shape, then about two inches wide at their tips. Some had suckers, like an octopus; some were smooth; others had ridges and knobs and grooves. The tips of some were ornate, covered with shapes that made Lexi involuntarily lick her lips. All of them glistened in the soft pink light that bathed the room, and she could see the clear, thick slime that bathed the tentacles.
Lexi slowly took a couple steps forward, away from the portal, and stared in amazement at the monstrosity before her. The room's green glow suddenly vanished, and Lexi turned her head to look behind her—and to see that the glowing part of the portal had vanished, leaving only a gleaming metal ring.
She was trapped here now, alone in this room, with this creature.
The young woman slowly turned back to the massive thing before her. She realized it was making noises; deep, gurgling sounds. Happy sounds.
She looked all over the body of the creature but could see no eyes, no ears, no mouth. The huge tendrils snaked out, slowly waving through the air, and Lexi caught herself staring hungrily at them, and thinking how they would feel on her skin.
She took another deep breath, her body electric with fear and excitement, and swallowed hard before spreading her arms—still clutched tightly around her waist—and smiling as she slowly walked forward.
“Prince Quralma,” she said in a loud, shaky voice. “I am Lexi. I am here for you.”
The quivering mass throbbed, and the tentacles stretched toward the petite, busty, beautiful woman as she drew closer.
Lexi could feel... something. Someone else. In her mind. Not a voice, but a sensation, a mood. Excitement. Lust. Desire.
She gulped nervously as she realized how that made her feel. Warm, nervous tingles flowed across her ample breasts and from her now-sopping wet slit. She moaned, and her hands went to her enormous boobs, softly caressing them through her wet blouse.