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

by Claudia Balvenie

  Staring at the door she backed away into her bedroom, the gun still in her hand.

  She kept walking backwards until she bumped into her bed. She jumped in surprise. That was when simultaneously a hand reached from behind her to cover her mouth while another grabbed the gun and jerked it out of her hand. She shrieked and began to flail about, trying to hit the person owning the thick, gloved hands. Her shotgun was tossed uselessly to the floor.

  A second figure stepped out into the light. The object he held she took to be a weapon. It was longer and much thicker than her shotgun, and it glowed with it's own internal light. She could barely make out a barrel at the end. The suit it wore was of a metallic black, so shiny that even in the pale light she could see it had no visible seams. The suit appeared humanoid having a standard pair of hands and legs. The only color on the suit was over the face, which was a golden color in this pale light. But the creature was tall, seven feet easily. That would not have been unnatural, but the fingers were. The thick gloves had only four digits.

  The one who'd held her mouth shut used his other large arm to wrap around her midsection and stop her feeble protests. She could feel the strength in his muscles as he squeezed her tightly. It quickly became difficult to breathe. He shook her slightly and she took this to mean she should stop struggling. She did, and his grip loosened.

  The one in front of her turned his gun to her. He held it to her chest while the other one kept her pinned.

  He began to speak, his voice deep and guttural with a slight hiss. She couldn't understand a word of it.

  He tapped the gun against her chest and put more emphasis on the words.

  “I'm sorry, I don't understand you...” she mumbled from under the hand but the one behind her clamped down harder on her mouth. The main one, whom she'd decided to call the Captain, let out a lengthy sigh. He made a gesture with his neck and a third one, whom she had not even seen, scuttled into view.

  He was not nearly as tall as the other two, but he was still half a foot taller than she. His suit was much thinner than the Captain's, and what she could tell about the Muscle that was behind her. He held out some sort of device square device that began to glow as it got near her.

  A long string of their guttural language came from the one she'd decided to call Doctor. He looked down at his device and began to tap into it deftly, even with the overly padded fingers. The Captain moved the gun back and the Doctor pushed the device next to the skin of her forehead. It began to glow a brilliant green.

  This started all three of them talking excitedly. She glanced from one to another, eyes wide. She wondered what green meant. The doctor slowly began to draw the device down her body. The Muscle removed his clasp from her mouth as he ran the device down only to clamp back down when he resumed running it down her long neck. The green glow did not change.

  Down he scanned, moving in between her large breasts. He stopped then and grabbed the right one for a hearty squeeze. She again went wide eyed. What the heck did that mean?

  He continued down until finally he passed her waist. He let the device go until it was fully nestled between her legs. That's when it turned to a bright shade of yellow green.

  The talking began again in earnest. The Captain made a few commands then and the Muscle picked her up. It took him almost no effort to drop her on her back against the bed. Before she could react, he was on top of her, his weight pinning her down. He used his arms to hold her shoulders until the Doctor came to his side holding out a cuff of some sort. He pressed the side and an invisible hinge split it in two.

  The doctor slipped the cuff around her wrist and closed it. It was clearly made for someone much larger than her and she frowned at it. On it's own it contracted around her wrist. She bucked away in surprise, but the cuff did not budge. It not only stayed tight against her skin, it also prevented her from moving the arm whatsoever. It was like it had it's own gravity field that was greater than the pull the Earth was exerting upon her.

  While she was struggling against the other cuff the doctor had clamped her other arm into a second cuff. This one too was extended from her body outwards. She was now pinned to the bed though there were no ropes, no chains, simply gravity.

  She felt the familiar tingling begin between her legs. She cursed under her breath. Now is not the time to get excited! This is not fucking this is probing! Still long years of nursing her kink without anyone to practice with excited her body. She'd waited for years to have this done, and it's being done by aliens? Just her luck.

  The doctor pushed her legs apart gruffly. He pressed his scanner between her legs and against her sex, hard. He held out a hand and the Captain handed him a long, thick blade. She began to squirm, away, her legs being used as leverage to pull her up to her hands which were pinned.

  The Captain spoke to her slowly, holding his hand out and low. He was trying to calm her down. She shook her head and curled up into a ball. He made a sound like a sigh and pulled out two more gravity cuffs.

  The Muscle had walked to her door and was installing some sort of machine there. He flicked a switch and the room began to fill with a green smoke. At least she assumed it was green, the low lights made it hard to tell. But the room was becoming smoky.

  The Captain jerked her from the ball she'd been pulled into, and clamped a cuff on each of her ankles. Once closed, they were immovable for her. The invaders had no problem moving them about, however, and the doctor spread her legs a bit further than they could comfortably go.

  The smoke had finally reached her. A tickle began in her throat, then a cough. Quickly enough, while they were still debating on her leg placement, she began to wheeze for air. The Captain noticed, finally and pulled out a triangular mask. It was made for something with a much longer face than she, but when he affixed it to her nose and mouth she found she could breathe again. It too constricted to her face once fastened. It molded to her much smaller features. This allowed her to watch the proceedings.

  The doctor stood in between her legs, holding the knife carefully. His thick gloves moved in between her legs probing. He kept talking to the others as he worked, their guttural language harsh to her ears. A moan escaped her lips as he mounded her sex. That appeared to be the signal he was looking for.

  He kept at it, pleasuring her with his gloved hands through her thin shorts. Finally he pressed the knife to the edge of her shorts and cut it away with medical precision. She'd not worn underwear, so nothing stood between him and her freshly saved slit.

  He then knelt down to get a better look at her sex. He used his thick fingers to pull her lips apart, examining. He pulled his hand out at one point, covered in her juices. He pressed his fingers together and pulled them apart, showing his hand to the other two. They made approving sounds.

  Then he touched the edges of her hole with his glove, trying to pry it apart. The Captain stood over his shoulder watching. They moved lower and examined her ass, giving it the same inspection. The doctor pressed his machine against her hole then, and suddenly she felt something metal driving deep inside of her.

  She could only assume that the machine had some sort of telescoping wand that extended from it. But it was not hard, it was very malleable as it increased in size. It grew deeper and deeper, exploring her insides until finally it reached into her womb. She'd never felt anything like it. It was deeper than anyone had been inside of her, and it felt both amazing and frightening at the same time.

  While it grew in length, it also grew in girth. She felt her entrance being stretched further and further until the skin had grown tight. She wondered if this was what happened when other people were probed. She had always thought that those people who saw aliens were crackpots.

  The probe grew warm inside of her, and began to tingle. That tingling slowly grew into a vibration. She could feel the head, deep inside of her, touching and feeling things that were not meant to be felt. And her own pleasure was growing, despite her best efforts.

  Though she was dripping wet from
the probe's actions, violating her most inner sanctum, it wasn't until the doctor began to mound her clit again that she finally began to writhe in pleasure. He kept going with clinical detachment, Perfectly rubbing circles with his gloved fingers, occasionally pinching down on her most sensitive spot.

  It was too much. She felt her orgasm hit her like a flood. She shrieked into the breathing mask, though it muffled all of her screams. Her nether lips that held the probe so tightly quivered for purchase, trying to grip harder and harder, but extended so far that she could not get the grip. Her body, strengthened in orgasm, tried to force the probe out, but it too was immovable. All she could do was hold on as she spasmed around the probe.

  The device inside of her began to act different. She felt it release, there was no other word for it. She felt warm liquid of some sort spurt out into her womb, turning one way and then the other. It felt like a man exploding inside of her, and drove her again to come. The fact that she had no idea what was being sprayed inside her only made it more exciting.

  The device began to retract, once her whole womb had been coated. She felt so full inside, as it slowly pulled out. It sprayed every few inches making certain that her entire canal was just as full of the liquid as her womb. He never stopped working her body, just kept distracting her from what the probe was doing. And it did, she couldn't stop orgasming.

  Finally it had contracted enough that it was removed from her body and went back inside his scanner. The lights glowed again as he tapped into the device. She felt satisfied, but empty after the probe and his fingers left her. She flopped back against the bed enjoying the sensations.

  That's when the Captain decided to remove his helmet.

  CHAPTER 6

  She had held out hope that these were just men in some sort of bizarre suits. But the atmosphere had finally reached a similar level to the one inside their ship. She assumed that was the point of the Muscle's machine by her door, and the reason she had a breathing mask on.

  When the Captain finally pulled his helmet off, she gasped. She had really expected something more humanoid, but he was reptile, not a mammal. His skin was differing shades of green, pale at the nose and ears but darkening as it moved down his neck. He had a snout that stuck out several inches giving him a crocodile sort of face. He grinned down at her, baring teeth as large as her fingers.

  She was paralyzed with one thought. This is first contact with an alien species, and I don't have on all my clothes.

  Dimly she thought about her family, how famous they were, the things they had accomplished. But throughout it all they had never met an alien species. She had. In fact, she was enjoying being used by their devices. She wondered if this was going to go in the history books.

  Whatever they'd sprayed inside of her was still warm. It was still tingly. She wondered what it was, and why it was there. Would it tell them more about her species? Was she simply an experiment to determine how best to eradicate humans?

  The Captain pressed another button on his suit and it opened down the middle, much the same way her cuffs had. He stood in front of her nude, the scales becoming a paler green towards his clawed appendages, and a darker green towards his very prominent sex.

  Her eyes widened in fear. It was twice as large as the largest human male she'd ever seen, though it was clear it was designed similarly. It was mostly skin, the scales stopped about a third of the way up, though it shone brilliantly in the pale light. He climbed on top of her, straddling her waist.

  She couldn't help it. Her body was reacting once again from his actions, and she felt her lips quiver as if the device was still inside of her. She wanted to try to take that monster.

  Instead he was taking his time. He ripped her shirt in two with his claws, easily. Then he reached down and smooshed her large breasts together. He shoved himself in between them, slowly working his massive dick in and out. Despite the fact that she was well endowed, he was too big to be fully enveloped in her.

  But he was long too. He insistently pushed his dick against her breathing apparatus. The machine, knowing what he wanted, compressed itself so that it was against her nose only. As soon as it was out of the way he shoehorned his massive dick head into her mouth.

  It was curved like a human's, although the head ended in a hard, scale like structure. Once it had been forced into her mouth, it would not back out. It was in tight. All she could do was try to keep her mouth safe from the massive invader. Luckily, the breathing mask kept her from strangling as it forced oxygen down her lungs.

  She wondered how he could be enjoying such a thing. He was so large that only his head and a bit more could even fit inside her mouth. Still he made a sound, a clacking sound, deep in her throat that she took for enjoyment. The sheer otherworldliness of it thrilled her to her toes.

  Finally he stood back up, his head dripping with her saliva. He nodded once to the doctor, who quickly pressed his own button and became nude in front of her.

  He was of a similar species to the Captain, but his skin was a dark brown. He was much thinner than the Captain, but still clawed and muscular. It was his cock that surprised her the most.

  While the Captain's was long, thick and throbbing, this one was long and curved. Though it was clearly filled with blood, it had some give to it, almost like an octopus' tentacle. In fact, when it rose up high enough, she could see small suction cups lined the bottom side of it. Still it was clearly a dick, it had a similar throbbing head at the end.

  He pushed her legs apart even further. He had control over this long device and she watched as it danced above her before finally, insistently, pushing into her hole.

  It wasn't like the probe, and it wasn't like a human. It was as if the tentacle had a mind of it's own. It wormed it's way inside, pushing to one side or the other, exploring, The suction cups would hold onto her sides creepily, though she was in such pleasure that she just found it exhilarating.

  And it kept going, further and further into her, all the way into her womb. She would have been startled by this had the probe not done the same thing earlier. Once it was as deep as it could go, he began his mating procedure in earnest.

  Clearly his pleasure did not come from the same way a human male would, or even the way a Captain would. Instead of moving in and out, the cups secured his dick the full way up her insides, digging into her flesh. It was not painful, but she could certainly feel the odd sensation. It began to vibrate and heat up.

  The doctor had been standing above her, but now he leaned forward over her body. Though smaller than the others, he was still intimidatingly large for her. His eyes, which had begun a pale yellow, faded into orange, and then red as his dick vibrated inside of her. It kept increasing in intensity and he lay his clawed hands on her upper arms, clearly enjoying himself.

  She couldn't help it. It was so weird, it felt so good, she went over as well. When she did, her body began to contract along his tentacle. It was her turn to surprise him. His eyes went wide and he lost control. The tentacle sprayed a thick fluid, different from the stuff from the probe, deep inside her womb. The strange clacking sound escaped his throat, and the loose skin of his neck quivered in pleasure.

  He didn't move from above her for a long moment, despite the tentacle slowly retracting. He did not need to move his body, it moved on it's own just fine. Finally, when his eyes had faded back to yellow he stood and grabbed his scanner. He held it to her abdomen and pushed, looking dejected when it turned red.

  A sound of mirth escaped the Captain's throat. He stood near her face, slowly stroking himself. He honestly looked bigger than he had before. He nodded his head to the Muscle.

  CHAPTER 7

  The Muscle had not been involved so far, but he knew exactly what to do when asked. While the Doctor was dejectedly putting his suit back on, the Muscle was letting his fly off.

  He was different from the other two, wider and muscular, but without the long snout. Instead of being covered in scales, he was merely covered in a green, slimy skin. H
is face was long and jowly like a frog's. But it was only his face that appeared that way, the rest of his body was covered in glistening muscles. Clearly he was of a different race.

  Great. First contact with TWO species, and I'm naked for both.

  Between his legs stretched something even more alien than the tentacle. This dick was strange, covered in protrusions. There were small nodules that made the whole thing look bumpy and slimy. She grimaced. She knew it was going inside of her, and the fact that it was disgusting only excited her more. But then she saw the second, thinner protrusion underneath the fat bumpy one. It was slender but covered in the same wart like protrusions.

  He stroked his bumpy dick a few times, then used his other hand to rub against the lower one. He let out a long croak before plunging himself into her dripping hole.

  It was disgusting. Slimy, bumpy, diseased looking, the alien dick slammed into her still tight hole. She felt the independent workings of his other dick, as it began to worm it's way into her virgin asshole. She was glad that it was thinner than the other, else there was no way she could have taken the both of them.