Out Of This World: Alien Erotica Collection Box Set

by Jacqueline D Cirque

  The Blue One presses a hand against the seashell on my forehead. The penetrating pain I know so well follows, forces its way deep into my skull. I scream just before he lifts his hand away, the pain dissipating.

  “As you can see,” says the Dothkhan, raising his hands, “the device can provide both pleasure and pain. Only I control which you shall receive. Please me and it shall be the former.”

  With a flick of his fingers the seashell injects another shot of bliss into my body. Like the pills, I crave more. I try to open my legs wider, but the bracelets around my ankles hold firm.

  The Blue One hovers a hand over my clit. At first I can barely feel it, but after a while I realize there is suction there. My clit is being drawn towards the palm of his hand, slowly sucked and milked to attention. My back kinks and I moan, ashamed at myself for falling for this alien stranger but at the same time not wanting the sensation to end.

  The Blue One’s hand hovers lower and the suction becomes more intense, my skin lifting away and my clit suckled until I am once again knocking on the door of orgasm.

  I breathe out, close my eyes, try to savor the fall, but the Blue One doesn’t allow it, lifting his hand away and leaving me once more abandoned.

  “Enough,” says the Blue One. “It is time for me to sample what I have paid so handsomely for.”

  With a turn of his hand the bracelets around my wrists clamp together hard, a metallic ringing following that reverberates through my small frame.

  The bracelets twist and I am turned over in midair looking down at the floor. The bracelets around my ankles begin to part and lift up, forcing me into a kneeling position aloft.

  Two hot hands fall upon the globes of my ass, separating my cheeks, my pussy parting below in wet supplication.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Preparing to penetrate you, of course.”

  Something thick and hard runs up into the hot pocket of my pussy, another indent of pressure following against the tender pucker of my asshole.

  “No, you can’t!”

  It’s now I realize why the split, why the two cocks.

  I shift in my bonds, but they allow no movement. I am trapped by invisible forces, by a perversion of gravity and about to be taken in both holes by this alien, this abomination of nature.

  But the worst thing? I want it. I need it. I am compelled.

  He spreads my ass cheeks wider and begins to shift himself against me, the head of the cock sliding easily into the wet channel of my pussy, but the cock against my ass simply rebounding off.

  The Blue One tries again, more of his cock taken up in the slick confines of my cunt, but the one above unable to make ground.

  “You will comply.”

  His hand comes around and presses the seashell. A flood of endorphins follow. I relent, relax, my sphincter following and allowing the bulbous head of his second cock to slowly fill my ass.

  The sensation evaporates and I become acutely aware of both cocks, the way they stretch and open me out. I grunt and moan, the organs simply too large for my tiny body, but the Dothkhan continues on. He draws back, my waist going with him. He slams forward, half of his cocks swallowed up into my body.

  I give another gasp, my body straining but the feeling of fulfillment coming with such intensity already I am at the precipice of climax.

  “It is even better than I imagined,” the Blue One says, his voice suddenly weaker.

  He draws back and heaves against me again, the bracelets refusing to budge.

  He builds into a rhythm, pounding into me over and over, his cocks gaining more and more ground until I am sure he has hilted himself inside me, my ass stuffed full, both cocks only separated by the thin wall of flesh between them.

  As he fucks me, the seashell lets off more sensation. It flows and ebbs inside me, runs up and down my spine before stabbing into my sex like a lightning bolt, the heat of his cocks cooking me from the inside-out. I feel like soon I will combust, a fiery gift to the gods.

  Suddenly the seashell flares again, my throat drawing tight. I try to draw in air, but it’s no good. The Dothkhan has commanded the shell to close my airways.

  The more I struggle for air, the more my panic grows and the more my arousal grows in turn until I can longer separate the two. I see stars and pinpricks of light, about to fall into unconsciousness when, with another jerk of his hand, the seashell releases the muscles in my throat and I can breathe again.

  The Dothkhan plays me with, allows the seashell to clench and release my cunt and ass, uses them to milk his member against my will, tighten my insides and cause flutters of sensation to run across my skin.

  I don’t know how long he fucks me, only that I grow increasingly desperate, the sensation growing and growing, orgasms rising but always dampened down before they are allowed to bloom in full.

  The whole time he continues to plunge in and out of my wetness until both orifices are well stretched, perhaps never to return to what they once were.

  Hanging from the suspended bracelets, my body swings back and forth as the Blue One powers into my frame, my ass cheeks oscillating with each thrust and both cocks driving to the very end of me. I don’t know how it’s possible I have taken such large organs, how I have not been torn apart, but this is a strange and new world full of new and powerful sensations, as alien to me as the landscape outside.

  I draw to climax and fall away, the shell working to keep me perpetually simmering just at the point of orgasm, awaiting its master’s command.

  “Please,” I beg, my voice as wet as my open cunt, “I need to come.”

  The Blue One ignores my pleas, plunging long and deep, the sound of his cocks filling me, pressing into my body, filling the room.

  “Please,” I repeat, “I have to…”

  The Blue One draws his cocks out, my ass and pussy bored out and wide open, desperate to be stuffed full once more.

  The bracelets spin in the air and I am flipped over, facing my antagonizer.

  I’m surprised to see he no longer glows blue completely. Bursts of red and orange now run through his core, his cocks almost completely crimson and glowing brighter than any part of his body. I can see the energy and heat flowing through them, the way they twitch and jerk with eagerness.

  I watch him with lusty, desperate eyes, my arms aching, my joins aflame, but my need hungrier than ever.

  Holding my thigh, he uses one half to keep my body aloft in the air and the other to guide his cocks into position. He lets them sit there, their crowns just resting in the slack rings of my ass and pussy.

  “Do you wish for me to take you, 331?”

  “Yes,” I plead.

  “So be it.” He thrusts forward harder than ever, filling both orifices full, drawing out and taking me with him before powering back inside and opening up new blooms of pleasure.

  He shifts his hand to my buttocks, holding me in position while he pounds me brutally, running his other hand up the side of my leg, over the corrugations of my rib cage and a breast, clenching it hard and pulling at my nipple with two, twined fingers. He squeezes and pulls, draws it away tight from the dark areola below until I’m wincing and begging for mercy filled so by his cocks.

  The heat in my ass and cunt grow, burning me from the inside. My body boils from within, sweat breaking out on my brow and under my arms, the fog of sex heavy in the air but only from my own, desperate arousal.

  The Dothkhan lets go of the breast and runs his hand down the center of my torso, lifting it just above my clit. The sucking action returns, my clit drawn towards his hand, milked into submission.

  My head flops between my raised arms, my hair wild and frayed. I moan and whimper, beg and beg him over and over to stop. I’m too sensitive, his cocks and hands combined too much for my feeble human body.

  Every time he lowers his hand, the suction increases until I hit a wall, the following climax just slipping away as the seashell works its magic.

  The Blue One leans forward, his
cheek hot against the side of my face. He speaks into the pink cave of my ear. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” I plead.

  He presses his hand down fully on my clit, placing the other on the seashell on my forehead, hammering into my poor body all the while, stretching me out.

  My clit explodes, the sensations spiraling out and reaching deep inside my core, but the sensations from the seashell change. A sharp and penetrating pain stabs right into the cortex of my brain, pleasure and pain colliding inside me in equal turn until I am thrown into an orgasm so intense it is as though I have been stripped apart atom by atom.

  My jaw locks, my body shaking and quivering. My ass and pussy are lost, clenching and releasing quickly against the organs that fill them, milking and squeezing and in constant motion.

  I lose my sight, my vision clouded over with color as another wave of pleasure consumes me.

  I begin to eject fluid, squirting, my thighs slick and wet, dripping.

  The Blue One stiffens and bellows. He slams to the end of me, the head of the cock in my pussy pressed tight against the rubbery puck of my cervix.

  The flood that follows is immense.

  My vision returns just as the Blue One releases, his entire body lit red and his eyes white, each cock pumping in turn and the hot spill of semen following to fill every inch of my ass and womb.

  I come again at the sight, this orgasm lingering far longer than the last.

  Still, the Blue One jerks and releases inside me. I look down between my legs and see his sperm seeping out from my lips, purged from my holes. It glows red just like his body, spilling from my splayed lips like liquid lava, the heat intense.

  The bracelets release and I crash to the floor, the Blue One falling on top of me and crushing me of air.

  I gasp, stuck underneath him, his cocks birthed from my body as he pushes himself away, a terrible void where they have been opening up and a river of fiery cum following onto the floor.

  I want to pass out. Never have I been so utterly defeated, so beaten to my most primal urges.

  The Blue One reaches down and scoops me from the floor. I’m limp in his hands, a wet feather leaking from most every hole I have.

  A bed rises from the floor. It appears hard, full of edges, but when he places me upon it the material changes. I morph and fall into it. The Blue One lies beside me, his cocks wilted and merging together before my eyes, the smell of his seed like the air after a storm. Flickers of red run under his skin, but soon he is cool again, the same cerulean I have come to know so well.

  I run my fingers over his skin, press against his abs and feel the heat still permeating below.

  “What’s your name?” I query.

  “Dothkhan do not have names.”

  “What should I call you?”

  He smiles. “Master.”

  I motion to the collection of Alliance memorabilia on a shelf in the corner, everything from old plasma engines to badges, medals, even uniforms. I shudder to think how he came into their possession. “You are a collector?”

  “A solider.”

  I should have known. “Are all Dothkhan men soldiers?”

  “In a way, but few have the finances to travel, to journey to other worlds by their own accord.”

  “And you do?”

  “Yes, you might even call me a mercenary. I will explain more, but first, I must clean.”

  He lifts himself from the bed. He walks straight through a wall, like a ghost, the wall itself parting like a pond, his form swallowed up.

  I stand and press my hand against the wall, but it remains firm and solid. I move to the window and look out, but it seems this structure is floating, suspended above a shimmering sea of gas.

  I follow the window down to a door, pressing it and pleased to find it whisks away. Beyond is a hall. I turn to see if the Blue One has returned, but the room remains empty.

  I can’t help myself. I start to move down the hall, pausing at the end at another door. It shifts away and I come into a large room with domed roof, a circular platform in the center. Upon it rests a Dothkhan fighter ship—orange, striped black, tiger insignia.

  TAKEN BY ALIENS

  The guy who’s serving us at the gas station has two teeth left. He’s laughing his ass off. “Sorry, but you won’t find much in those hills but hillbillies and beer bottles.”

  I pass over the gas money and give him a smile. Arguing will get me nowhere. I know the cultural treasures that lie abandoned and waiting in the hills.

  He eyes me. “What was it you said you are again?”

  I enunciate every syllable. “An an-thro-po-lo-gist.”

  “You mean, you dig up dinosaurs and shit?”

  I can’t help but give a small laugh. “Yes, that’s precisely what I do.”

  He pulls his cap down, greasy with god knows what. “Well, like I said, happy huntin’.”

  “Oh,” he adds, just as I’m leaving, eyes tight on my butt, “watch out for those UFO freaks, too. They’re all over that place lately.”

  I smile and leave, thankful to get the fuck out of this Deliverance nightmare.

  My boyfriend, Jeremy, waits in the Jeep. There’s a wide smile on his face. “Couldn’t help but notice Uncle Bob there has the hots for you.”

  “Fuck off,” I reply, punching him on the shoulder.

  “Hey, that’s abuse, you know. I could have you arrested.”

  I lean over and slide my tongue between his lips. I pull away, letting the moment linger. “What were you saying?”

  He smiles again, turning the ignition. “Never mind.”

  *

  We make camp before nightfall close to a creek. I pore over maps near the fire, adding scribbles here and there.

  My source, a native American well into his triple digits, is all to thank. He guided me here. He told me exactly where to look, what I could expect to find, but the rest I’ve pulled together from newspaper clippings, second-hand accounts and heresy. Something about him was unsettling. It was his eyes, almost as if he had no irises.

  “Don’t go there,” he’d warned me. “Big sky. Many creature.”

  I was use to his unravelling his cryptic words, but I had no idea what he was on about here, so I thanked him and left.

  Jeremy emerges from the tent naked, his cock proudly raised in erection.

  “You shaved your balls?”

  “For your benefit, of course.”

  I put down the maps. “You locked the car?”

  “Of course.” The Jeep’s loaded with scanners, computers and equipment from the uni. I expect the dig to take no longer than a week, but who knows?

  Jeremy sidles up to me, pulling me close.

  The fire’s burning nicely, flames dancing in his eyes as he leans towards me for another kiss.

  He presses my shirt down and peers into my cleavage. “You brought me here just as slave labour, didn’t you?”

  I give him a ‘maybe’ face.

  He huffs. “I’ve seen all those shovels and picks in the back. You just want me for my muscles.”

  I glide my hand down the front of his body and stroke his cock. It hardens almost immediately. “No, I brought you here for this,” as I roll my fingers around his knob.

  He’s onto me in a second, lifting my shirt and closing his lips around a nipple. His hand fishes into my pants and his fingers cupped around my mound, starting to slip into my folds as I roll precum around the head of his cock.

  We fuck, right there by the fire, bodies glowing orange under the stars.

  In the tent, naked in our double sleeping back, my leg presses against his limp member. It’s been a long day and sleep comes easily.

  I’m awoken by a shrill sound outside. It doesn’t sound like any animal I know of.

  I pull and push Jeremy by the shoulder. “Did you hear that?”

  He continues to snore, oblivious.

  The sound comes again, unnatural. Acoustic but with a strange metallic echo.

  My inquisit
ive nature comes over.

  I pull on a shirt and panties, unzip the front of the tent and step out.

  The fire is little more than glowing embers, but it’s a bright light in the distance that captures my attention. It seems to beam through the trees, a pale, turquoise glow that appears to come from no direction.

  I start walking towards it, foliage breaking under my feet as I move cautiously towards the light.

  I look back. The campsite’s getting smaller and smaller, a speck in the distance now, but ahead the light looks just as far away.

  How far are you going to go, Emma?

  Just then the entire forest explodes in blinding white. I fall to my knees, hands shielding my face.

  The sound increases tenfold and my hands move to my ears.

  Something is above me, lifting.

  I can’t scream. My throat is paralysed.

  I’m aware of a presence, a mass hovering in the sky that pulls at every fibre of my being.

  The sound ramps up again and I cannot take it. I begin to slip away from consciousness.

  My body moves past the tops of trees just moments ago so high above. The tips of them brush the bottom of my shoes.

  *

  My eyes open slowly. Wherever I am, it’s dark, but warm.

  A sauna? I think, foolishly.

  I’m naked, clothes gone, and I’m lying down, a hard, metallic surface that conforms to my spine beneath me.

  What the hell?

  I try to move but it’s like I’ve been drugged. My limbs are far too heavy. Even opening and closing my eyelids is a massive, gargantuan effort.

  Jeremy? I question internally, but he is nowhere to be seen.

  I turn my head sideways and find my wrists are locked down to the table on which I lie, likewise with my feet, my legs spread-eagled apart and knees bent.

  My brunette hair hangs towards what I hope is a floor, though in the darkness it’s impossible to tell.

  A figure comes beside the table, but I cannot summon the voice to scream.

  The creature is humanoid, a young woman, but her skin is metallic, constantly shifting in colour like petrol spilled into water. She speaks in a series of clipped grunts. Amazingly, I understand every word.