PUNISHER (14 STORY BDSM BUNDLE)

by Lacey St. Claire

  In some of the stations you could see the women being used by various aliens. When they weren’t being sucked by the machines they were being used for the sexual satisfaction of the strange inhabitants of this planet. Milky fuck dolls, that’s all we were going to be now. I wondered if the women were enjoying being used as much as I had. I looked down at my own tits to see red bite marks marring my otherwise pristine complexion. My rosy nipples now looked like they had been chewed on by dogs. I would have been angry if it hadn’t felt so good.

  I looked at the faces of the women being fucked and filled and all I could see was fear. Maybe they would begin to let the worry go once they started to feel the pleasure. As my aliens began to march me toward a stall I knew that I would have to devise a plan to free us. I might allow them to chain me for a while but there was no way I was going to be anyone’s milk cow for the rest of my life.

  HUCOW Space Farm: Alien Spawn

  ***LIVE REPORT***

  It seems that the strange abductions that had plagued large breasted women in the area have seized. None of the missing women have been found or returned but we are pleased to report that no one new has come up missing for several weeks now. No further progress has been made in determining who or what is behind the disappearances though many still cling to the belief that the abductions were made by an alien species. Without any strong evidence there is no reason to bank on this conclusion. Instead, local forces are hoping to find the busty women held hostage by someone with a fetish for large breasted women. This seems like the most logical conclusion. It is believed that maybe this person is keeping them trapped for his own sexual pleasures and police are working around the clock to track him down before he can cause further harm to the missing women and their families.

  ***END REPORT***

  It’s been a week since I made the vow to escape from the aliens and I have yet to encounter any opportunities. For an entire week I have been connected to their milking machines. My tits are sorer than I ever would have thought possible and yet my milk continues to flow. I’m surprised they don’t have to continue giving us some sort of weekly injections to keep the lactation going but that only makes me worry that the serum they gave us was permanent.

  It was strange to be hoisted and completely motionless for days on end. The leather straps that held my waist, wrists, and ankles kept me dangling about 6” above the ground. The restraints are painless besides the fact that they are a constant reminder that everything that is happening to me and the other women is completely against our will.

  I became a favorite. While the other ladies were chained permanently I did get small breaks. I think the aliens were supposed to leave me chained while they had their way with me, but many disobeyed. For small spans of time I would be released to be crushed to the ground by the sticky skin of a new alien. While on the ground I would be penetrated and seeded in numerous fashions before being hoisted back up. I worried about pregnancy at first and then realized if that were going to happen then I would have to deal with it when it came. When you can’t move your arms or legs you quickly find that worrying about things you can’t prevent is futile and a waste of energy.

  I was given my earpiece back after the first sexual encounter in the corner office but the aliens mostly remained silent. Unlike humans they seemed to only communicate through language when it was absolutely necessary. I would often see them making hand gestures to one another and it is completely in the realm of possibility that they could also speak telepathically. Right now I know so little about them that truly anything seems possible. I mean, a month ago I wouldn’t even have thought aliens existed at all.

  When the aliens weren’t pulling me from my post to fuck me they were removing my sucking apparatus to take the place themselves. In many ways they were like having children already. They suckled from my engorged tits like they needed the milk to survive. Perhaps they did. Maybe that’s why we’re here. Sometimes I would look down the row at all of the human cows to find that each of us had at least one alien attacked to our nipples. Many of us had two.

  They were messy feeders and would leave us covered in our own creamy fluids. Sometimes they would hose us but not every day so we would sometimes go days on end covered in our own milk. Our bodies would take on a white sticky sheen all over.

  Our nipples were permanently erect from so much suction. They were often so sore that when the machines were removed even the slightest breeze would keep them hard. They ached from constant use but the constant use also made us constantly horny. I know all of us wanted to hate the aliens but when your body is being constantly tugged and sucked it’s hard not to become aroused. When the aliens would come to fuck us it was almost like a gift.

  No matter what our minds wanted, with a body in a constant state of wet arousal we’d have taken cock from any creature that wanted to give it. It didn’t hurt that the aliens were very good with their various methods. I never fought them when they came to fuck me. Instead I let them position me however they wanted and just took it and enjoyed it. Part of me convinced myself that I was biding my time until I thought up some great plan of escape.

  Today turned out to be a lucky day. An alien came and without saying a word he unlatched me and pushed me to the ground like normal. He began with me on my back so that he could suckle from my milky tits while his two pronged cock vibrated and thrust inside of me. I cradled his head like an infants in my arms as he nipped and teased my areolas. I spread my legs wider hoping he would fill me further.

  Part of me enjoyed all of the attention I was getting. I’m an attractive girl but on earth I was shy and my large tits made me feel self-conscious. Here my giant tits were prized and I loved the feeling of the alien mouths wrapped around my nipples. At first I had hated it but then I let go of my preconceptions and let my body enjoy it all. As soon as I did I had the realization that there was absolutely no reason for me to continue acting like I hated it. Who would judge me here? The other hucows? They liked it too. I could hear them moaning and wailing from the other stalls when the aliens would visit them. They liked being pounded and filled just as much as I did.

  Today I threw my head back and closed my eyes as the alien enjoyed my delicious milk. I bit my lip as I let the feel of his sticky lips and tongue bring me near orgasm. It seemed that the slightest touch these days could have me moaning and cumming in mere seconds. As much as I didn’t like the idea of producing alien spawn I could never get over how skilled they were with their cocks and feelers. The first few times they invaded my ass it was painful but over time I have learned to relax and go with it. The aliens usually preferred to do things missionary but today this one had a different plan.

  When he’d had enough of my milk he lifted me and flipped me so that I was on my stomach. Grabbing my waist he pulled me upwards until I positioned my hands and knees firmly beneath me. One of the magnificent things about the aliens was that their bodies could change and they were highly flexible. The entire time he maneuvered my body he never pulled out of me. His cock continued to work its magic as I was tugged and pulled.

  Once I was on my hands and knees I could feel him trying something new with his feelers. I could feel him increasing the size of his member in my ass. He left the one thrusting in my cunt the way that it was but the one in my asshole began to lengthen and widen stretching me to a whole new limit. It was painful but I liked it and I gritted my teeth knowing the pain would soon pass and would turn into a whole new level of pleasure.

  The alien might not have needed to thrust his cock as it did it completely on its own but I couldn’t stop myself from doing what my body felt was natural. As soon as I adjusted I began to move back against him with each movement of his dick. His various feelers worked my clit and massaged around my asshole as I ground myself against him. I found it strange that the aliens seemed to prefer the asshole to the vagina but it really made no difference I suppose since they came from both heads of their cocks. I ruminated on their preference as I thrust myself
back harder and faster. There’s only one thing I enjoy in life now and that’s getting off, the more times the better.

  Leaning forward the alien ran his long snake-like tongue around the sides of my torso and lapped at my nipples. The attention had my milk flowing again and before long the floor was a white puddle beneath us. Turning his head he brought his dripping lips to my ear.

  With a word like a whisper he said, “I’m Gorlax.”

  My head shot to the side. This was the very first time an alien had spoken to me directly during sex and it was the first time that one had told me its name. I had actually begun to think that maybe they didn’t have names and were instead designated numbers or letters. Maybe some sort of hive mentality or something.

  “Gorlax?”

  “Yes. You seem to enjoy this?” he said making the statement sound like a question.

  I looked deep into his giant bug-like eyes and said, “Because I can’t help it.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked as his cocks vibrated within my body. I noticed that their frequency changed slightly when he began talking to me, as if he was trying to draw it out or couldn’t focus on his dicks quite as much.

  “I’m in a constant state of arousal. You guys, whatever you are, have me hooked up to machines that milk me all day. The pressure on my nipples makes my cunt wet and all I dream about all day is the opportunity to get off,” I said with complete honesty wondering if maybe I could work Gorlax into a chance to escape.

  “Can’t you humans fight your urges?”

  “What?! Like your kind does?!” I said with a laugh.

  “Are you mocking me?” he asked unsure.

  “Yes, of course I’m mocking you. Your kind doesn’t control your urges at all. Look around. Look at all of the women. Look at how engorged our tits are. Look at how you’re milking us like we’re cows. What do you want our creamy milk for anyway?” I said with a sneer.

  “Fine, I guess you’re right. We use you because you’re available. We could stop ourselves if we needed to but as the premier race in the galaxy we have no real need. Fucking everything is kind of what we do.”

  “…and the milk?”

  “Besides the fact that we like it, we need it. Something about the properties in the milk from human lactation prevents us from catching a deadly disease that had once threatened to wipe out our species.”

  Taking in the information he gave I didn’t bother to say another word but instead went back to grinding my cunt against him. It was kind of nice to get to speak to one of them while it fucked me.

  Reaching forward he grabbed my tits and yanked me upwards so that I was just on my knees and my back was against his chest. He squatted down so that I was positioned on his thighs and he began to thrust into me like a human male.

  “Do you like this?” he asked as he pumped himself into me.

  “Yes,” I said as I panted from the feel of his movements. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the feel of someone else putting some effort into the fucking. Their cocks might have had a lot of the same feeling but it was different when someone had to actually pound themselves into you.

  Groping my tits he sprayed my milk around the room as he fucked me harder. He grew even larger and my asshole stretched to its limit. If he got any bigger he would rip me.

  “Is that good?” he asked of the expansion.

  “Oh god yes,” I cried out completely satisfied by how full it made me feel to have his giant cock pumping and stretching both of my holes.

  “I’m going to impregnate you,” he said as his forked tongue slithered into my ear.

  “What? I…uh…I thought I might be already,” I stammered.

  “No. We have the choice. Just because we cum in you doesn’t mean we’ll impregnate you. We choose when we want to plant our seed in you. I’ve been watching you and I’m going to give you mine today,” he said like it was no big deal.

  “What if…what if I don’t want that?”

  “Technically you have no choice but I’m actually doing you a favor. If I impregnate you they’ll pull you off the line and you’ll be given to me as mine. I would own you,” he continued as his tongue ran down my neck making me shiver.

  Suddenly being pregnant didn’t sound quite so bad.

  “Can I carry an alien…um...spawn? Child? Whatever?”

  “Oh yes. Your womb, human wombs are quite viable for our kind,” he said matter of fact. “Are you ready?”

  “Wait. Uh, can we just do this for a while longer?” I asked surprised that I was actually being given a choice in something. It had been so long since anyone or anything had asked what I wanted.

  “Ok,” he said and became silent again as he fucked me harder. His hands squeezed and pinched my nipples as the warm milk trailed down my stomach and thighs.

  It didn’t take long as I’d been close to cumming before he started talking. The momentary distraction didn’t bring me down much and the force of his thrusts had the tension rising again.

  I reached my hands behind me and gripped his back as I pushed myself down on his cocks. It was strange to feel close to another being. I liked Gorlax. I liked that he had spoken to me and was fucking me in a way that was just for my benefit.

  Cupping and squeezing my tits I knew I needed to finish or he might not be able to hold out. He was growing tense and I could tell that he needed to cum as well. I grinned because this whole time I thought they had complete control but apparently they couldn’t control it all the time.

  We managed to figure out a rhythm and before long we were moving like a single entity. I felt my body growing tense and I knew I would come in just a few more pumps. I spread my legs wider and tensed all of the muscles in my body as he pounded into me one last time. I felt both of my holes squeeze to grip him tight just before releasing to spasm in the most incredible orgasm. As my pussy clenched around his cock and my ass gripped him tight he shot his hot cum into me. I could feel him filling me and I could have sworn I felt something swimming deeper.

  In sudden clarity I remembered him saying he was going to impregnate me now and I tried not to think about it. Instead I just rode the wave of my orgasm as it washed over my body. It was so intense that it left me shaking and my muscles felt sore. I collapsed forward onto my hands and knees and watched as the milk flooded from my tits onto the floor. I felt exhausted.

  “You’ll have to remain chained until you begin to show,” Gorlax said beginning to stand. “But it won’t be long.”

  I got to my feet and allowed him to tether me back into my regular milking position. My legs felt weak from the orgasm but the restraints did their job and held me in place. He reaffixed the clear suction devices to my nipples and then leaned forward near my ear as my milk began to be suctioned from my body.

  “I understand why the humans do it that way now,” he said with what almost sounded like a laugh before walking away.

  As I floated chained in position I could not only feel his cum seeping out of my cunt and ass to run down my legs but I was absolutely certain that I could feel a squirming. It had never occurred to me that making me pregnant might involve a slightly different process or embryo than a regular human pregnancy. This thing inside of me definitely wasn’t some tiny swimming sperm. It felt like a fish swimming around my insides. It was already much larger than anything I’d expected. Hanging from my leather binding I worried that I should have fought him and told him no. What if this thing kills me? What if it’s some disgusting abomination? Some freakish mix of human and alien?

  Calming myself I remembered that this is all a means to an end. If I have to be pregnant with some disgusting alien spawn to get free from these lactation stations then that’s just how it is. He did say that I would be his once I started showing. That means he’ll take me out of here and to somewhere else where I might not be chained. That is my chance.

  * * *

  Just a short 10 days later and I was showing. Somehow the other aliens must have known I was pregnant because they
stopped visiting me. I don’t know if it’s some sort of Stockholm syndrome but I missed their visits. There is nothing longer than a day spent bound and suspended with no one and nothing to break the monotony. I may not have always loved the alien’s constant suckling of my engorged breasts or the fuckfests…ok, I did enjoy the fuckfests, but their visits did help to pass the time. Without the visits I was left to stare at the wall or the other women in stalls for days.

  I wondered if I put off new pheromones that the aliens could sense or if they had been told by Gorlax that he had inseminated me. Perhaps they just knew. I have no way of knowing but it gave me something to ponder as the machines pumped my tits.

  On the 10th day Gorlax came to retrieve me. My belly already hung lower and bulged out as if I’d been pregnant for months. He came with a collar and a device that was similar to the handcuffs used back on earth. Before releasing me from the milking device he wrapped the collar around my neck. It was a unique magnetic metal that he pulled apart and then clasped around my neck. When the two ends met again they formed a bond. I don’t know why he was able to pull it apart but I doubted I ever could. He released my hands and then cuffed them behind my back before he unlatched my ankles and then my waist. Attached to the collar was a long cord that he held the end of. I felt like a dog on a leash as he began to lead me away from the building.

  When we had been escorted from the ship I didn’t recognize anything that appeared to be housing and I found myself curious about where he would take me.

  “Where are we going?” I asked remembering that he had been the only alien to speak to me since I’d arrived.

  “Home,” he said matter of fact.

  Home, what would an alien home be like?

  “So, is it like the houses on Earth…or…? I don’t remember seeing anything,” I stammered unsure of what to say.