As the probe moved, my clothing was being sliced in two. No marks were being left on my skin, and there was no pain, but still it was disconcerting. Even more so as the other tentacles began to glow as well. Suddenly twelve different lights were shining upon me. Each began to shred my clothing, cutting thin lines away. The ones at my wrist began to move inward, towards my neck, meeting the others. Scraps of what had once been my uniform fell to the ground below.
Finally I was nude and bound, surrounded by the glowing probes. The doctor stood back, watching and typing notes into his tablet. Finally, he looked at the tentacles, as they waited for orders. His eyes found mine.
“This may hurt,”
I nodded simply. I strangely wasn't afraid of the pain. I wasn't even ashamed to be completely nude in front of an alien stranger. I was more... excited?
One of the probes moved downward, wrapping around my wrist. A second on the other side did the same. As they wrapped around, two and three times, the green glowing bonds drew back inside the bed. I was bound now by the strange metallic devices. Below, I could feel others replacing the bonds, wrapping my ankles and my waist. A new one wrapped around my neck, and I could feel my body respond. My instincts kicked in and I fought back. While I could still transport out, as long as I stayed here I was a prisoner. of the strength of these metal appendages.
“Shh, my dear...” The doctor encouraged. “If you will just give in, this can be quite pleasant for you.”
The one around my neck constricted and released. I felt my heartbeat quicken. This was a truly dangerous game we were playing. I supposed that's what made my heartbeat race. Two more of the probes surrounded my breasts, squeezing them. These changed at the top, moving to a soft blue glow. When they pressed against my already hardened nipples, I could feel a soft suction. It caused a soft sound of surprise and pleasure to escape my throat.
“Now now, we've only just begun,” The doctor promised. With that, I could feel the bed itself begin to move. My upper body was lifted, along with the probes, to a seated position. My legs were pulled apart as the bed split. My knees were pushed upward and outward, to the waiting eyes of the doctor who'd moved between them.
“Ah yes, you are a fine specimen, Captain.” I could see his face, those eerie, huge, black eyes as they roamed over my most intimate of areas. I should have been embarrassed. I should have begged him to stop. For the first time I wondered if I'd consented to this because I genuinely wanted it.
He turned for only a moment, and returned with a pair of gloves. They seemed to be latex, I wasn't certain what the equivalent was on their planet. He pulled them on expertly. He pushed those strange glowing fingertips inbetween my legs, pulling my lips apart. He was exploring down there with his fingertips, touching parts of my body that I so rarely allowed anyone else to. I could feel the color rise to my cheeks. The fingertips were warm, almost trembling. When he reached my most intimate pearl I could already tell he could bring me a great deal of pleasure. If he chose to, of course. That was not part of the bargain.
He stepped back and immediately two of the probes moved between my legs. This was the main event, this was what everyone spoke about on earth. I knew those strange instruments were going to enter me, to explore every inch of my body.
One pressed against the entrance to my canal, hovering there, waiting for some signal to begin. Another moved further down, pressing itself against my darker hole. Each began to vibrate softly, causing another gasp to escape my lips.
“I thought that might make it easier, my dear.” The doctor began. He moved from between my legs, letting the two probes excite my body, lubricate it for their dastardly deeds. Then he grabbed another probe, plucking it from the air. He used his gloved hands to glide it forward, to my lips. He slowly began to rub it against them, tenderly, as if he could actually feel what it felt. Perhaps he just enjoyed watching a woman being used so roughly. Either way, my body was responding.
“Open your mouth, Captain.”
I hesitated, but I don't know why. We both knew I'd do it. I could feel my body moving against the vibrating probes between my nether lips and I grew more and more aroused. But still my body struggled against the probes that held me tight. I didn't want to be free, but I couldn't help but fight back. After all, we were being filmed.
The probe around my neck squeezed then, hard. My mouth flew open, and the one he'd been holding plunged inside. It was the first of the metallic tentacles to invade my body. I screamed around it.
That was a mistake. Even though the one at my neck had loosened, it had only given enough room for the other to force its way deeper. I thought I was good at deep throating, but never before had I had to give oral to something that simply had no end. It could go deeper and deeper all the way to my stomach, probing, and I still wouldn't take the whole thing.
But that wasn't everything. I'd grown excited enough that the one at my hole began to push itself in, savagely creating a home for itself in my soft, pink skin. The feeling was bizarre, as it wormed itself deeper and deeper inside of my body. Soon it was further than any human man had ever been. And it wanted more.
But while I concentrated on not choking, that final tentacle had begun to push it's way into my dark hole. This was no comfort, it was still tight, light on lubrication. It was painful. I think that was the point. The doctor wanted to mix both sides of my emotions, pain and pleasure, to see what I would do. After all his kind had been experimenting on humans for huge amounts of time. Why not keep up the tradition?
And so while I was being invaded in my two holes, that third one, still vibrating, pushed himself deeper and deeper inside a place I allowed no one. It was a place that I'd kept virgin. Now it was being used by this otherworldly creature's dastardly instruments. I knew the truth. These aliens did favor anal probes.
“Very nice,” the alien said, a soft, masculine laughter following behind him. “Lets get a better view for the audience at home, shall we?”
Audience? Someone was watching this, live? I had thought this would just be a video for later. I felt my body tighten even harder, if it was possible. I knew my juices were coating the probe down below. My ass was being cruelly invaded my that harsh tentacle. My mouth was full beyond belief. And yet, there were people watching me being taken and used? I was nothing more than an object of study. I was simply a creature for his species to use and control. I was an experiment. It was humiliating. It was also bizarrely erotic.
With his words, the tentacles changed from metallic coated to completely clear. He laughed darkly and leaned over me, his eyes watching as the one between my lips moved further and further. I supposed he could see straight down, right down to the back of my throat. My tongue was caressing that invading object, but to his eyes I'm sure it was just my tongue moving.
I was lost, lost to the sensations of this device. I was being used more brutally than I ever had. The binding tentacles began to move as well, each of their own accord, each trying to gain attention. Between my legs the invaders pulled out, having stretched my body enough to accommodate their girth. As they reached the very end, they shoved themselves back inside.
The doctor moved again, walking between my legs. I wondered what he saw there, wondered what it looked like to see my rear and my canal stretched wide to some invisible force. But they kept going, instinctively pressing in and out, the way a human male would. And my body responded.
My screams were ripping through the medical bay. I knew Todd and anyone else who might be listening could hear me as I shrieked around the probe in my mouth. The two invading between my legs kept up their vibration, kept up their rhythm. And when one final probe moved above my canal, pressing its vibrating head against my delicate pearl, I lost myself. I went over with a ear-piercing scream, and didn't stop. I just kept getting rammed with wave after wave of pleasure.
But before I'd stopped my own orgasms, the probes themselves began to tremble, all around. It was an utterly organic reaction, something I'd never expected from s
And that's when it happened. The one deep inside my mouth actually exploded, shooting juices of some sort deep inside my throat. I was too caught off guard to do anything but try to force it down. I kept trying to swallow, more and more, but it kept pumping.
At the same time several of the binding probes exploded as well, tossing this strange, gray goo across my body. It was the texture of semen, but the color. Well that was just wrong. So very wrong. And I knew I'd just swallowed a ton of it.
A movement grabbed my attention. The doctor was standing next to me, on some sort of step stool. He had pulled back his jacket to reveal his own sexual organ to me. It was a monster. It was long and thick, thicker than any of the probes. His balls were not simple dangling organs like on a human male, no, these bags of his juices stretched all the way around, encircling his massive cock. On it's own it was that different from a human's, as it was shaped nearly the same. He was gliding those strange glowing fingertips up and down it's length. It too began to glow, this time a dark red color.
Before I could truly react, the probes that were buried inside began to thrust furiously. The breath I'd just caught as the tentacle in my face was removed was taken away by their savagery. In and out they thrust, going deeper and deeper, until I was certain they'd pushed themselves as far as my body would allow. Surely they were touching my womb itself!
Then they too released, coating my insides with wave after wave of that warm, sticky juice. The twin eruptions were so intense that I felt myself exploding again. The one at my throat tightened and constricted, then coated my face with it's own huge load of goo. I had to turn from side to side, trying to get it out of my eyes when I realized the doctor himself had moved between my legs. He was pressing that monstrosity at the entrance of my ill-used hole.
I wanted to shout to wait, to let me recover, but he was too far gone for that. I had been widened, but not enough. I felt the elasticity of my body as it worked to take such a huge dick inside. The screams kept escaping, I couldn't stop them. I was being torn apart, and I wanted more!
He worked himself in, inch my delicate inch, until finally that strange ring shaped sack was pressing against my body. I couldn't believe I'd taken it all. It was so massive. He hadn't even begun to move. I could swear I could feel the glowing red tip buried deep inside.
“Are you ready to take my seed?” He asked me.
“Yes!” I cried, having lost all decorum long ago. “Yes, give it to me!”
And so he did.
He thrust against my body, and I understood the need for the probes. They kept me from being pushed away as he thrust himself against my body, harder and harder, more than I could have stood on my own. He was not gentle. If we'd not had those probes work me up to it, I could not have taken him.
He closed those massive, strange eyes, enjoying himself above me. I would not have believed it, that an alien could do this. This is how first contact happened. But here we were. I was being used by an alien for his dark lusts and it was all I wanted.
A sound escaped his lips, something that I could never imitate with my human throat. Deep inside my body I felt a heat radiate. I was being warmed from the inside out. I could see the red glow through my own skin for one frightening second, before I was buried in his waves of liquid.
I understood then why he had such a huge ring around his cock, as it erupted over and over, filling me to the very brim. I could almost see my stomach extend from the huge amounts of his seed that filled my body, searching eagerly for eggs to fertilize.
When finally he was fully spent, the probes began to roll back up into the ceiling, their jobs complete. He pulled himself out, cleaning himself and tucking back in. It was a very human movement, and brought a smile to my lips.
“Alright, Captain. Your part of the bargain is fulfilled.”
I chuckled softly to myself. I could sit up, as all the restraints were finally removed.
“Indeed. Gather up your belongings, Doc.”
He frowned, moving around to start shutting down the cameras.
“What do you mean?”
“You don't wish to be separated from your child, do you?”
He shook his head, folding his arms across his chest. “Of course not.”
“Good. Then pack your bags. I'm Captain of that ship, and your coming with us.”
“Where?”
“Isn't it obvious? We're headed to Earth.”
Servicing the Aliens
Invasion #11
by
Claudia Balvenie
@claudiabalvenie
claudiabalvenie.com
Cover: True Lies Font, Wisky Photo, Obsidian Dawn Brushes
Copyright 2015
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
Growing up off world was not easy.
I mean there were upsides, of course. I was brought up in a trading hub, so I was familiar with a myriad of alien cultures. I can speak eleven languages besides my own, and can get by in a couple dozen others. I've been friends with and even dated members of other species. Being surrounded by creatures who are so different from yourself, you learn tolerance. It was something that was lacking on Earth's homogeneous sphere.
But I'd always felt something was missing from my life. There was a hole deep inside that I just couldn't fill. I spent my days studying. Perhaps if I were only smart enough to get into the best colleges, then I could find the proper profession and I would be satisfied. At least, that's what my folks promised me. I wasn't so sure. It felt like the wrong path.
I had been sitting on the stoop of my parent's shop, watching as a parade passed by. It was Founding Day, and everyone was festive. They weren't doing much shopping, which left me to my own devices. The night would be insane, as most Founding Days were. People would feast and drink and dance until the morning. More than one child owed their creation to this yearly celebration.
I'd just watched a float full of firefighters pass by, waving and tossing candy to the audience, when they came into view. The servants of Lady Mosenthia. The priestesses of the goddess. I'd seen them before, but never so close, never so deep in their element. I felt my breath catch in my throat.
These women did not ride upon a float, nor did they walk exactly. Instead, there movements were a graceful glide, their dainty slippers magically avoiding any defect with the rough street. But their gentle, deliberate movements were not what caught my attention. Each and every one of these women was beauty personified.
They were not human, but a type of humanoid. Their ears were elongated and pointed, reminding me of the old tales of elves. Their skin tended towards pastel colors, from pale pinks and yellows to greens and purples. On most their hair matched their skin, only darker, and cascading down their backs. They were clothed in sheer silk, covering their whole bodies, yet leaving everything visible to the persistent eye.
A shot ran down my spine. Was this what I was missing? Was I supposed to be with women instead of men? I was having a true physical reaction to this beauty. Did I wish to possess it like the throngs of males of every species staring at the priestesses did?
No, that didn't seem right. I couldn't close my eyes and imagine myself with one of them. When it came right down to it, it was a man's appendages that excited me, not a woman's. Still, I was entranced. They passed next to the crowd, touching a forehead here or an upper arm there, bestowing blessings of their goddess. Yet they were only touching males. I understood this, for their goddess was one of sex and fertility, and they were giving these men the virility to go forth and impregnate their chosen mates.
I wasn't sure I believed in their goddess, my parents were right off the ship from Earth so I followed their religion. But I could understand it. Whether or not the man truly was “blessed” by their goddess, he was certainly going to be ready for a roll after being touched by these creatures.
A movement caught my attention, making me jump in surprise. I turned to find one of the priestesses standing in front of me, her amethyst eyes staring deeply into mine. She was a pale purple, her hair was a much darker violet. I was so close I could see streaks of blue and pink that ran through her tresses. She was of equal height to me, meaning she was short for one of their kind. But why did she stand before me of all people? They only blessed the males of the species, and with my large bust I was not to be mistaken for a man.
She very slowly, very deliberately began to remove a necklace from around her neck. It was nothing special, a mere string of leather with a small carved rock strung upon it. But she handled it reverently and so I took my cue from her. She held it out to me, and I bowed my head forward, letting her slip it onto my own neck. Her eyes never left mine. I'd never felt such intensity in a gaze. She was judging, questioning. I wished I knew what the question was.
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