Invasion Bundle #1: (Rough Alien BDSM, Medical Play, Extreme Male Size)

by Claudia Balvenie

  He just laughed and grabbed her around the waist. One massive jerk and she felt her bones move. Somehow, he'd squeezed the ridiculously large head into her. She should be screaming she knew, but something they'd given her had dulled the pain. All she felt was the excitement of taking something so giant.

  He rocked back and forth inside of her, making small approving noises. Then he simply let go of her waist and picked her knees up. “I'm letting gravity do it's job.”

  It was a slow process, but yes, gravity did it's work. He held her in the air, not letting her legs move at all, and slowly rocked himself back and forth. She slid down, millimeters at a time, while her body tried to allow this gigantic invasion into her body. How it fit inside, she still did not understand, but she knew her body would be ruined for any human from this point on.

  He had taken his time, an extremely long time, for it to sink all the way down. Finally she felt her rear end touch his scaled stomach and he dropped her legs and sighed.

  “She feels unbelievable.” He told his men. “It's like being inside a pillow or a cloud.”

  Then he reached forward to her stomach and ran his hand along it. The outline of his phallus was very visible. The head was prominent. He reached forward and touched his own member through her skin. She didn't even think that was possible. She grew more wet at the excitement of this insane stretching.

  “Ah she may be my most prized possession.” He reached a clawed hand into her hair and tilted back her head. He ran his tongue and sharpened teeth along her neck and bit into it softly. He still drew blood. He could hear intakes of breath from the audience.

  “Her tastes is so sweet. It's the fear, you see.” And he was right, she was afraid. “But you know what is even more intoxicating? Despair.”

  He then picked her up by the giant pole he had inside her and dumped her to all fours. He still did not move except for a gentle rocking inside her.

  “View screen on,” he commanded. He once again buried a fist in her hair, pulling it back so she was forced to look at the screen. She jerked then, knowing exactly what that was. He moaned at her movement.

  “That's right, my prize. I found your cargo.” She began to shake as she took it in. The box had been destroyed, only a few pieces remained, but the designation on the outside showed it was clearly her ship. The only thing was, there was no debris floating nearby. That was even more frightening.

  As she shook from the terrible realization, he began to pull out of her, then push back in. She felt the tears begin to roll down her cheeks. All of the people, everyone she was hired to protect. What had happened to them?

  He began to increase his speed, the giant piston going in and out of her body. Still she shook, which he seemed to find even more exciting as he gathered up his rhythm.

  “Would you like to know the best part?” She tried to turn from the scene, but his powerful arm held her firmly.

  “The best part,” he continued, “is that this wreck, by our calculations, is over a thousand years old.”

  She bucked back in confusion. He held her tighter, and kept increasing speed. The audience was completely silent.

  “That can't be, that... how? How am I alive?”

  He took a deep breath of pleasure. She felt his member twitch inside of her. It had pushed her innards out so greatly that any movement of his part, she could feel.

  “Simple. All of the power that fed and controlled those people was on your ship. It must have disconnected,” he shuddered again inside of her. “You had all of their power, their food. Then we found you. We rescued you.” His rhythm was becoming quick now.

  “Rescued me? What are you doing to me? How is this rescue?”

  He let go of her head then, and threw back his own, his pace furious now, his breath ragged, his words strained. “Your, Earth... it.... was... destroyed. You...” his pumps were furious and cruel. “are the last of the humans.”

  With that news her whole body clinched together and he exploded inside of her. She lost control of her legs and collapsed to the ground. Was it true? Was she truly the last human?

  The last human, betraying her race for the pleasure of alien sex. She did despair, and she reveled in desire. She knew something was wrong with her, she should be fighting back, but all she wanted was this. If her race truly no longer existed, she wanted to be part of theirs.

  He slowly pulled out of her, then possessively rubbed his dick all over her rear.

  “Well, you are the last for around nine months.”

  Her eyes grew wide. She realized then she would be the mother of a completely new civilization.

  He continued. “You are very welcome.”

  FIRST CONTACT

  Invasion #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2014.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  Anya was on week four of a twelve week stint at the solar gardens of the Arctic Circle. It was an easy enough job, anyone with skills in computer science and repair could do most of the work. The real problem was the solitude. For three solid months she was completely alone to manage twenty square miles of hydro infused solar gardens. Others would go nuts being completely alone for that amount of time, but she was a true introvert and found it completely invigorating. The ridiculous paycheck didn't hurt either.

  Her days were pretty standard. She'd wake up and get in her exercises and breakfast. Next she'd check the reports to see what, if anything, had broken over night. If something was wrong she would simply take her four wheeler out and repair it. Almost everything was automated. She was really only there in case of emergencies.

  She babysat plants.

  She tried to tell herself that what she did was important. She did, after all, tend enough food for the entire Canadian populace. When the harvest collectors came in, truck after truck would take the vegetables that she tended back to feed millions.

  Add to that the miracle that the Arctic Circle Gardens were. The science that went into the creation of these greenhouses was amazing. There was the way they used the natural water, heated up of course, to nourish these plants and the huge greenhouse top that automatically stored the sun's light during their short days and used stored power to keep the sun going all evening and you had an engineering marvel.

  She would be proud if she'd actually come up with any of it.

  So she babysat and collected her paycheck. She counted the days until the end of her three months and her three months free began.

  And she regretted the fact that, while she was associated with something great and something famous, she herself was not nor was she doing anything great.

  She spent her evenings wracking her brain, trying to figure out what it would be that she would ultimately be good at. What could she possibly do to make her mark on the planet? She was good at many things but great at nothing. Having been born into a semi-famous family, this was a huge weight on her shoulders.

  Yes, when people heard Anya's unusual surname it was always her mother they asked her about. Her mother was well known in her youth as being one of the first Mars colonists. She was the first human to stand on the Martian soil. Her father also traveled to Mars, and was well known in his own right. He had actually developed the algorithms that allowed the same ship to be reused between the flights instead of having to dispose of the rockets as before. Her elder brother was actually the first human born on Mars, making him the first Martian citizen.

  She was born back on Earth. She never graduated college. She was nearly thirty and still unmarried.

  She babysat plants.

  So accustomed was she to living next to greatness and never actually touching it was she that at the moment her whole life changed
she almost did not recognize it happening.

  CHAPTER 2

  Anya stepped out of the shower and stretched. As she toweled her deep auburn hair dry she glanced at the hanging calendar. She wasn't even half way through this stint, but at least she wasn't stuck with her family.

  Once again she promised herself she'd move out of her parents house this time. Deep down she knew it wasn't true. It was just so easy, she was gone half the year, and they were often gone as well.

  Of course living at home did nothing for her love life. She was attractive enough. She was tall and fit, and her breasts were large and round. Her rear was also tight thanks to the ridiculous amount of squats she did. Well, what else did she have to do? But she had a string of sadly failed relationships. Either her low self esteem would drive them away or they just wanted to hang on to her parents fame.

  When she thought about it enough, it was very obvious to her why she hid herself away half the year. It was really the other half that she dreaded, the part where she had to face society and all of it's pressures.

  She was spending too much time in her head, once again. She chalked it up to being alone and blamed it on being a defense mechanism.

  She pulled her heavy red tresses into a sloppy bun on the top of her head and pulled on some thin shorts and a camisole. She felt no reason to bother with underwear, she was all alone. It amused her to keep her living quarters and office as hot as a summer day in the Caribbean. She poured herself a cup of coffee and settled in to the morning monitors.

  Page after page of nothing scrolled across her screen. The folks who had designed this system had done an excellent job. She would be left to bury her head in a fantasy novel for the rest of the day once she'd gone through all of the reports.

  The sound didn't even make sense when she'd first heard it. There was a sound as if a plane were merely flying overhead. Though uncommon, it was not unheard of this far north. But the sound grew louder and louder until finally she sat down her coffee and pulled up her radar.

  And there it was, something headed right for her!

  She didn't have time to do anything but dive under her desk before the sound deafened her. Then the ground shook and the skies, still dark this time of year even in late morning, filled with light.

  She waited, hidden underneath the desk until finally the ground stopped quivering under her feet. She peeked open one eye, then slowly dared crawl out from under her desk. Finally she rose to her feet.

  Before her, the gardens had been rendered in two. There was a huge, fiery crevice that cut straight down the middle. Rubble littered everywhere that wasn't covered in smoke or fire.

  “Fuck,” she said aloud. “There goes my bonus.”

  CHAPTER 3

  She wracked her brain trying to recall all of the training she'd originally gone through when she took this job, years ago. She knew there was a set of emergency protocols, but she'd be damned if she could remember them all. First thing though, she knew she had to contact headquarters. They even kept an old land line around in case the Internet had gone down.

  She picked up the phone and began to dial numbers on it. Nothing happened. She pulled the headset away from her ear and looked at it. She hung it up, then picked it up again. Then she remembered there was supposed to be a tone of some sort before she could get a line. There was no tone here.

  Grumbling she walked back to her computer. She was still online, so that was not an issue. She quickly began an email to HQ to explain the situation.

  That's when the power shut down.

  Her breathing began to quicken. It made sense of course, if the crash had hit the right spot. It easily could have cut power. She need only wait for the generator or the backup generator to kick in.

  She glanced back out the window. The wreckage was so big that it was entirely possible that all three were out.

  Well, she'd just have to go see to helping those people, and maybe they would have some sort of communication on board. She grabbed her first aid kit and started out the door.

  Then she frowned to herself. She needed something else. She went into her bedroom and pulled out an old fashioned pump action shotgun that she'd brought with her. She had no idea if these people were friendly. She wasn't exactly in neutral territory. It was obviously better to be safe than sorry.

  The backup generator finally kicked on, leaving the hallways in pale light. Enough to get around, barely.

  Last she tugged an over sized coat around her. She wasn't certain if anything was breeched but she certainly couldn't go outside without it.

  CHAPTER 4

  She was certain of a breech as she moved towards the wreckage. Smoke filled the tubes she used as hallways between the different garden pods. Absently she attached the first aid kit to her belt and pulled her jacket tighter. The hair raising at the back of her neck urged her to keep her shotgun handy.

  Finally she reached the ship itself. She pushed her way through the broken glass and cautiously approached the vessel. She knew without a doubt that it was not a Canadian or American ship. In fact, it didn't look like anything terrestrial that she'd seen. But unlike her family, she was no expert on space. Still, it's shape was wrong, long and oval shaped. The green metal of the outside shown brilliantly, despite the crash it had just suffered. It was no larger than her living quarters and office, it could not hold that many people.

  She knew enough to figure out the hatch. She grabbed gloves out of the pocket of her jacket and grabbed the handle, twisting it. It pulled open with a loud popping sound, hissing as air escaped.

  The smell was strange too. As a child her family had taken her camping. She could recall the moist, sulphuric smell of a decaying swamp. This smell was like that, but with a copper twinge. It smelled like no ship she'd ever been near.

  She leaned in. “Hello? Is anyone here? I'm a trained paramedic.” OK, she'd taken a first aid class. No reason to freak out the crash survivors. “Hello?” She asked again.

  No answer. She cursed under her breath. Perhaps they were all dead. She'd have to deal with the bodies and the paperwork for that. She did not relish that prospect whatsoever.

  She had to know. She set the kit down and stuck her head into the ship. She still didn't see anyone, so she began to let herself down the ladder.

  The smell was worse when she reached the inside of the ship. It was not very large, only one large command room and a door in the back. The idea of a swamp was not far off. The inside of the ship was dripping dark water. The floor and the walls were green, like algae, with sections drooping down. They were dripping themselves. It would seem completely organic if not for the wall of screens and desks lining the front of the ship.

  She gripped her gun to her chest, a terrible feeling crossing her mind. Maybe this ship was not made on this planet.

  No human or alien was in this room, so she slowly made her way to the door in the back. She pushed it open with a thud, her gun in front of her. She hoped she was doing that part right. But it didn't matter. This was the only other room on the ship and no one was there. It was just a room full of what she assumed were beds, and one large tub full of the same green algae and fluid that was all over the rest of the ship.

  She was alone. In an alien ship.

  That meant the aliens were somewhere in her gardens.

  CHAPTER 5

  Fear shot through her body. Her first instinct was to run, and she trusted it.

  She shot up the ladder, two rungs at a time. She snagged the first aid kit and bolted through the tubes. She stopped only long enough to pull open and shut the large doors that kept the cold out of each of the pods. She tried to remember how many she'd gone through on her way and how many were left.

  She cursed her company and their lack of security. None of these doors was even locked! It simply wasn't necessary, they said, after all who would try to steal food, even if they could make it all the way up here?

  Finally she found the door to her quarters and plunged through it. The faint lig
hts that the backup generator powered did not let her see the whole room, merely bathed it in a pale green light. It was enough to keep from tripping, but not much else.

  First, she had to block the door. Since it had no built in locking function, all she could do was to drag her furniture in front of it. She pulled her desk with it's useless computer. Then she dragged her sofa, scraping along the ground. Her chair, her television, her chest. All ended up in front of the door. She wasn't sure if it would keep anything out, but she knew it would slow them down, at least.