Eh, I'll try anything once. She thought to herself that it had been far too long for her if this was exciting. Then again, she was probably the first human ever to have extraterrestrial sex, that was exciting in and of itself.
She reached out from between the bars, her chained hand only barely able to reach him. She took the fatty dick in her hand and slowly began to stroke it, her chain making clattering noises as she moved.
“Ah see?” He began as she lifted her other hand to help. The other one cupped his hairy balls below and began to mound them. “I told you. Same deal in all species. That's very nice, girl.”
She chuckled to herself. She supposed she had at least that skill. Yet she had others. Her hand that had been cupping his balls moved behind him. She pulled him closer to the bars. She leaned forward, open mouthed and guided his head into her lips.
He'd has his eyes closed until he felt that. They snapped open and he jerked away. “What are you doing?”
She frowned up at him, her hands falling to her side. “Oral sex. Why?”
He looked genuinely concerned. “You are trying to eat me!”
She shook her head again. “No no, this is how my people have sex. Search our records! You said you had access to them.”
He grabbed the tablet and furiously began to type into it. Several moments later he nodded.
“That's unusual.” He gestured to his own tusks. “My people we do not, we cannot...”
She laughed softly. “You liked it.”
He shrugged. He moved closer to her. Still hard, she began to stroke him the same way as before.
“Alright, now watch me.” She opened her mouth again and took his head inside. He made a squeal of delight. She kept stroking down his girth as she worked the head. Her tongue would roll around him, teasing places that she got reactions.
Then she began to work the fat dick in deeper. It was not easy, the fat rolls made it a difficult proposition. Still, she was no virgin. She knew how to set her mouth to take in even the most difficult of dicks. She put her skills to the test.
She kept him lubricated from her saliva, and let it dribble down to coat the part that was still out of her mouth. Slowly she would back away to the tip, then gobble back down as far as she could, her hand still clasped around him. The fat rolls she held back with her fist, sliding them all the way down to his base when he was deep in her mouth, then pushing them back up as she came out.
Finally she knew it was time to go deep throat. She dropped her hand and let both of them trail to his rear. She began to pull him forward into her mouth, all the way back to her throat. She could feel his cock curve slightly as he reached the end. She then began to push and pull him into her face over and over as she got used to the strangeness of his dick.
This part he understood. He'd been still the whole time until the actual face fucking began. Then he started his own motion, pushing his hips into her face, his hairy balls smashing into her chin. He grasped at the bars of her cage to give himself leverage. He was panting above her.
Then she added her last little secret. As he would enter in, she would suck, hard on him. The same when he tried to pull out. This worked well on human males, she had to assume it would for this alien.
It did. His squealing was loud before, now it was deafening. She barely had time to suck down ten thrusts before he spewed himself deep inside her throat.
Oh the taste. She had never had anything so disgusting inside her mouth, she was lucky that the vast majority of his spunk had been blown right down her throat, missing her taste receptors. Yet she could not offend the man who had her life literally in his hands. She swallowed and smiled. He reluctantly pulled out of her.
He tried to catch his breath, hanging onto the bars, his now flaccid dick laying near her face.
She reached out with her tongue and licked the tip once. He jerked away again.
“Oh yes, you are going to fetch me a great price. I just...” he began to re-zip his flight suit up. “I just have to find the right buyers.”
CHAPTER 3
Things got somewhat better after that. Amazing, if you simply please your captor enough, he is more willing to part with favors. A cot and blankets were delivered to her cell along with a proper sink and toilet. They were all odd, not quite human, but served their purposes well enough.
The food was strange. As could be expected, many of their foods were disgusting. Others, especially the fruits, were beyond anything she'd ever tasted. Her jailer monitored what she liked and didn't like, and tailored the menu to that.
But the best thing that he brought her was a tablet of her own. She could not use it to communicate out, even if she did know anyone that might be able to help her, but she could use it to learn about the rest of the world that surrounded her. Her jailer said that it would be easier to sell her if she wasn't completely ignorant about her surroundings. She could read it easily thanks to the chip they'd implanted.
She was learning about the different gardening techniques they used when her jailer waddled into the door. She was accustomed to his visitations. He often would come by before night fell in order to enjoy her mouth. He'd never tried anything further, however. He insisted he could get that from others, but she was the only one he could get this from. He was obsessed.
When he moved to the bars this time, she set down her tablet and drug her chains to where he stood. She knelt down, but he shook his head. He pressed a couple of buttons on his own tablet and the bars parted down the middle, half disappearing into the ceiling, half into the floor.
“What's going on? Am I free?”
He snorted as he began the same procedure on her cuffs. He opened one, then slipped a second one around her wrist. It was connected to nothing but she found that as soon as it had clasped around her, she could not move it whatsoever. He did the same on her other arm but left her ankles free.
“How does this work? These floating cuffs, they're not connected to anything... but I can't move.”
He grinned his pig-like face up at her. “Alien technology. Look it up later. We have places to go now.”
He turned both of her wrists so that they were behind her. They were pinned together, she couldn't move them at all. He shoved her forward, and she found that she could move her feet.
“See, they keep you from attacking.”
“I put your dick in my mouth nightly. I could have attacked at any time.” She muttered.
“Well, this is protocol.”
He marched her out of the stone room and into a much longer stone hallway. This one had sconces lining the walls, and doors much like her own along both sides. They began to walk down the hallway, though she wondered how he could find anything here. It all looked exactly the same and she couldn't see an end to the hallway at all.
But he had some sort of innate knowledge of the system. After about fifteen minutes of walking, he suddenly turned to the right and opened a door. This one opened into a small stone room, tinier than her own, but with a black panel of buttons lining one wall.
Her captor pressed his hand into the panel, then began to tap away at it. Suddenly, she felt the floor before her move.
It's an elevator. A stone elevator? She added it to the list of things she would have to look up later.
The ride took another solid fifteen minutes. He must have expected it because he began to type along on his tablet. Every so often he would reach up to squeeze her breast and flick at her nipple, but it was absent minded.
Finally the floor stopped moving. A light on the panel went from red to green and he opened the door to shove her inside.
The room she was in was blindingly white. Inside aliens of all different species wandered about here and there, all different but all humanoid. And all wore perfectly crisp white jumpsuits.
It was in stark contrast to her captor. His suit might have been blue once. It was faded into a brown that was covered in stains. She'd never noticed how dirty it was before, that would have served no purpose for her
. She could not recoil from his touch. But she'd never seen him in anything else.
A thin humanoid came forward, bowing his head slightly to her. He was nearly seven feet tall, bald, with extremely large eyes. His appendages were equally as lithe, his fingers each thin and malleable. He appeared to float instead of walk. He looked to her like all of the ancient images of what humans believed aliens to look like. Over sized head, over sized eyes.
He slowly floated his strange blue digits to her head, letting the fingertips run along her face.
“This is she?” He asked, in a detached voice.
“Yep,” her captor offered.
“Wait,” she began.
“Silence!” The researcher snapped at her. “What is it you desire, Mr. Snar?”
She'd never before heard his name. He didn't look pleased to have it out there. “Well, Dr. Emigore, I need proof of fertility, plus egg extension, plus life extension.”
He tilted his ghostly head to the side and let his fingers probe down her body. “Easily enough. Still, this is my first human. You may return in three hours, I will have your certificates ready.”
“Nope.” Snar snorted.
Emigore slowly turned his face to the pig-like man. “I'm sorry?”
“That girl is mine, and I ain't leaving until she's done.”
“That is highly unusual.”
“And so is she.”
The doctor's eyes turned back to her and nodded once. “As you wish.”
The two of them began to march her into the room, and all eyes were on her. She was brought into a glass room that sat in the middle of the much larger room. Inside was a machine of nightmares. It was stark black against the whiteness of the rest of the room. Various devices were attached to a multitude of arms, and a seat was at the very middle. She went pale.
Snar grabbed her rear end and squeezed. “No worries girl. This won't hurt too much.”
Emigore had two attendance with him, each of the same species that he was, though their coloring was slightly different. They didn't bother to introduce themselves. However, they did begin using their strange, long fingers to undress her.
She noticed many of the other aliens in white moving to the glass wall. Many had tablets at their side, a few pretended to be interested in something else, but all in all, fifty pairs or more of eyes were glued to the show going on in the glass room.
The two had unbuttoned her shirt and handed it off to Emigore. Then they deftly removed her bra, letting her breasts fall out for all of the audience to see. The two worked their way down and removed her pants and underwear too. Her shoes they left for last.
She stood before them, so many eyes on her nude body and flushed. She wore only the gravity cuffs that pinned her arms back and thrust her breasts forward.
That's when the initial scan began.
The doctor's protégées began to run their strange fingers along her body. The tips began to glow as they touched her bare skin. They touched everything from the top of her hair, down her face, inside of her ears. They ran their fingertips down her long, pale neck and to her breasts. One of them had a finger glow turn red as he cupped her breast in his long, large fingers.
“Cancer there.” Emigore offered. “We'll need to remove it.”
Her eyes went wide at that. Emigore simply made a note and his aliens continued to run their fingertips down her body. When finally they reached the point between her legs, both moved to the side and began their trip down her feet. Emigore set down his tablet and moved between the two, in front of her.
He knelt down and pushed her legs apart further while the other two scanned. His fingers, still long but thicker than the others, pried her lips apart.
A ghost of a touch whispered against her clit. “Pleasure center here.” He noted. Then he trailed further to her slit and slipped his finger inside.
Her eyes widened at that. His fingers were nearly a foot long and did not have the same joints that a human's had. It was as if a tentacle had slipped all the way inside her body, expertly tracing the turns inside of her. He wiggled it around a bit, trying to brush against all of the walls.
“This seems clean.” He pulled out and stuck the same long finger into her rear. This one was even stranger, deep into her body. She looked up to the faces of dozens, all eager to see.
The nameless aliens had reached the bottom of her feet. They nodded and stood back up at the same time Emigore was pulling out of her ass. He made it a point to turn her nude form around for the whole audience and began to guide her toward the machine.
“Alright, time to check your internal stats.”
She was guided to the nightmare machine. She shook her head violently, “Please, just.. please don't make me.” Her eyes went to Snar. He was empathetic, but resolved.
“Sorry girl. Has to be done.”
She was set into the chair, her gravity cuffs moved from behind her back and lay along the armrests of the chair. The seat was empty in the middle, and her legs were attached to wide stirrups. The two aliens moved to her sides, one clipping her ankles into the stirrups, the other attaching her waist and head to the chair. She was completely trapped, she could not get away.
Emigore had begun narrating for his audience. “As you can see, the human is frightened of the procedures which are about to take place. We can assume that she feels pain in the same way that we do.”
An IV was pushed into her vein, surprising her. She yelped.
“Ah, as we suspected. First we must insure that her breathing and vitals remain healthy.” A second IV was added to her other arm, and probes to all of her fingers. A mask was placed over her nose, and it began to expand. Hose like extensions went down her nostrils, frightening her but not stopping her breathing.
Finally the two moved back. Emigore continued. “And now for the internal probes.” He guided an arm of the machine to her mouth. It had several tiny, blunted hooks that it used to pull her mouth wide. Then, from the middle, a long metallic probe began to emerge. It was long and telescoping, with a wide head at the front that appeared to have some sort of machinery, maybe a camera attached.
It pushed itself straight into her mouth and kept pushing, growing, right down her throat.
The crowd seemed to have grown bigger and many were blatantly pushing against the glass. The probe moved down her throat, slowly, growing in length as it needed to. She could still breathe, thanks to the mask, but she was certainly uncomfortable.
That's when she felt the same thing below.
The little hooks pulled her lips apart. She tried to struggle, to wiggle away, but she was held down too tightly. The same sort of telescoping, metallic tentacle began to push it's way into her slit.
It wormed it's way up, the same way that the doctor had been able to worm his finger into her. But this one did not stop. It went further and further until she knew it had to be completely inside her womb.
And that's when it began to pump.
She couldn't determine why the probe would need to act this way, why would it need to pull out, then wiggle back in. In the same way, she couldn't figure out what medical reason the alien doctor would need to put his long fingers against her clit and begin to massage. She didn't know why it was happening, but finally she was beginning to feel less uncomfortable and more, well, good.
His fingers were different from a human's. He was so empathetic, he knew exactly what to touch, and when to touch it. They began to grow warm against her.
Then a third probe began to pull apart her rear. Her moans turned to shrieks as it pulled the hole wide open, then shoved it's way in. The doctor only allowed the pain to bother her for a moment, and began to distract again with his fingers.
“As you can see, the human can take a great deal of abuse, provided you give the proper pleasure to balance it out. See the extent in which the vaginal walls can stretch? Even a Soruian could be taken, given the proper foreplay and lubrication.”
He continued speaking at length about her body, and the
other two probes began to pump in and out of her. She felt so full, what he was doing to her, the humiliation of having others watch, it was too much. When he reached out to pinch her nipple, to explain other human erogenous zones, she went over the edge.
She screamed as she exploded, her juices escaping her body in a rush. The one from her mouth jerked out then and squirted directly onto her face. The fluid was green and medicinal, but it went down her throat due to the hooks keeping her mouth wide open.
The other two kept pumping as another wave of orgasm passed her body. Emigore was still pleasuring her clit, unstopping, while he discussed the diagrams that explained how much force her body was exerting during orgasm onto the probes. A third orgasm and she finally felt the two other probes release, deep inside of her body.
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