She says she is an explorer, a xeno-anthropologist here to study our anatomy. Her eyes have no irises that I can see but appear like a sea in constant motion.
She tells me her world has special and unusual qualities, that her prior research has yielded unsatisfactory results. Her lips do not move, but I hear her voice in my head, right in the centre of my brain.
“These tests will measure your ability to withstand both pleasure and pain,” she tells me, and leaves.
All resistance is gone. I allow a tube to be fed between my lips and a sweet, nectar-like fluid to trickle from its tip. My mouth freezes. My paralysis is complete.
With further alarm I realise something is moulding to my now-hairless crotch, comforting to my folds.
The tube slips away from my lips and it’s replaced with a phallic-like tentacle. Its bulbous head presses forward into my mouth, throbbing and growing. It moves deeper, pressing against the back of my throat. It comes with a distinct taste, an aniseed, bitter flavour that causes my throat to lock up.
Panic fills my head, but I do not choke, even as the strange limb begins to convulse and pumps out thick and vicious fluid.
I swallow automatically, but the flow is too great. The fluid overflows my mouth and runs down my chest and breasts, my belly rising and falling below.
Slowly, the tentacle backs away, its head oozing a clear, milky substance as it disappears into the shadows and the object clamped around my mound tightens.
Something falls from the sky, the roof, whatever it is above me. At first I think it’s snow until the young woman is again by my side, informing me that it is a pollen.
When it comes against the substance the tentacle left behind it dissolves to leave a burning sensation spreading on my skin.
The object around my vagina slowly morphs into a phallic shaft, pressing forward into my folds, a small shaft running inside me. It begins to thrust in and out of my vaginal tunnel, a harder nubble working on my clit as the shaft grows in girth and length, my arousal increasing with it all the while even though I write and protest in my head.
Jeremy? Where the hell are you?
The invading shaft fucks me in the dim light as the pollen continues to fall like light rain from above and new faces begin to crowd around the table, male now but still with the same shifting skin as the female xeno-anthropologist.
As the object fucks me harder my consciousness dims. The probe thrusts deeper and deeper, growing thicker and wider with every thrust until my body stiffens, clenches and then releases in an spine-kicking orgasm that hurtles throughout me with such staggering power I question whether I am alive or dead.
I pass out, sleep, it’s hard to tell, awaking to find the male humanoids have closed in a ring around the table. The probe is gone from my vagina, leaving it open and vacant.
With horror I see that my nipples have been pulled into tight towers on my breasts, dark saucers below flushed with arousal.
I realise it’s the pollen, another drug that’s beating at my resistance and allowing my body to betray me, to betray my own race.
The woman creature is back by my side. “And now,” she says, clipped grunts running together, “it is time to reconfigure your womb for our seed.”
No! I scream internally, but if she hears it, the creature does not acknowledge me, drifting back into the humid darkness.
Lost, I dream of pregnancy, of my uterus bumping upwards and my womb being opened and rearranged. With my study, pregnancy is something that has never crossed my mind, but now I feel the desire, deep within, to procreate.
I snap awake to further violation. The tables shifts organically below me, hard becoming soft as it raises and pushes my feet upwards and outwards to expose my stretched womanhood.
A figure comes between my legs, a phallus extending from his hips into a single, long shaft that he drives deep into my vagina. The alien makes no attempt to move. His phallus simply extends and retracts on its own, softly vibrating as it taps against my cervix and sending fresh desire squeezing out around it. Every tiny movement inside me is exaggerated from the drugging. The surface of the cock changes, the bumps and ridges that rise on its surface conforming to my passage and eliciting even greater pleasure.
The phallus moves faster, pressing deeper and deeper and building arousal fast throughout my body. The others watch on with their blank, rolling eyes, their own members extending and retracting in time.
I gasp internally as a thinner probing shaft extends from the main phallus, moving past my cervix and into my womb. It throbs there, waiting until the thrusting stops and the alien cock grows like a balloon inside me, a warm fluid flowing into my womb and planting seed deep inside me.
The probe moves back past the tight barrier of my cervix and morphs into the main phallus, pulling out of my stretched hole wet with alien seed and my free-flowing desire.
One figure is replaced by the next, yet each phallus is different. Some aren’t even round at all, but square or triangular. Others spin and churn in my insides, turning my head fuzzy with arousal, climaxes stacking up as each creature implants their hot seed inside me and retreats until my thighs are slick with their sperm and liquid offspring.
But still, after continuous orgasms, I do not feel sexual completion. My mind hungers for more, something that has not yet presented itself but which I see firmly in my mind’s eye, a grander creature, a king… a god.
The pollen continues to fall and dissolve as new figures gather by my sides and eject seed over my face and breasts, the warm fluid running into the corners of my mouths, across my tongue and down my throat, pollen dissolving hot wherever it meets. My skin tingles with heightened awareness. My memories, any thoughts of my home planet, become murky blobs to the greater purpose, the burden which I must carry.
The aliens fuck me relentlessly. They place strange probes and pads in my body. They test and experiment and continue their assault until I’m swimming in that strange limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Nothing is off limits to them. They fuck my mouth, my cunt, my ass, my ears, my nostrils with their strange cocks, fingers and probes. They have something for every orifice of my body.
Although humanoid in nature, the aliens themselves are far from human. They have no bones, or no bones that I can feel. Their muscles are different, ringed in a way. When they come, their cocks pulse in a spiral.
When they ejaculate, their skin changes to the colour of dry ash, completely smooth to the touch and covered with a thin mucosa that tastes and smells of nothing. However, the room itself smells of something, of a strange desire, of tangled bed sheets and sweat-soaked bodies by a fire, but the more they fuck me, the less I smell it, the less my frayed senses have to give.
Their cocks change and morph inside me. They start as small knobs in the centre of their bodies, distending outwards to cleave me easily, swelling and growing inside me but rolling with new form and mass until they conform perfectly to every inch of my cunt.
Dark slashes open on their bodies, like gills. They move forward and my fingers slide into them. I let them.
The light is dim. The air is warm, too warm. A single, opalescent light above spotlights the table on which I lie and am penetrated. They move into and out of the light, moving back into the darker corners of the room to gaze on the scene with their shifting eyes.
There is a constant electrical hum, but that is the only sound that contrasts against the wet slapping, sucking and sloshing as we come together – human sounds. My juices flow freely, cunt soaked and leaking down past my asshole to gather underneath my buttocks.
There are no voices, no clocks, no doors or screens that I can see. Nothing changes but for the objects that fuck me.
I am constantly wet, from them and myself, my body seeping non-stop.
I try to disengage my mind, but there is no escape. It always comes back to the fucking.
When they penetrate my mouth, I see things. I see their ship colliding with a rock. I see many
of them spinning out into space. I feel their terror, their loss. The rush of emotion is too great. It beats at my feeble human mind. I break.
Sometimes a tube is rushed forward, sucking out my holes – all but my cunt, cum from it slickening my thighs to my knees.
I gag constantly. At first the aliens have no sense of depth, no measure by which to stop, their cocks stretching and expanding until my eyes widen and the entire cosmos drifts before them, open and infinite.
Do they have ears? I cannot tell. I try to teach them. I say words like ‘finger’ and ‘cunt’, but they do not respond.
As the fucking continues, they learn how to better please me. They learn the limits of my body and conform accordingly. Sheathed around them, my cunt twitches and coils, but it does not hasten their orgasms as it would a human.
Do they have consciousness? Do they know what they are doing, or are they simply going about the actions the way a flytrap would, seeking sustenance from my sex, pulling what they can from my body, spilling their seed to mix our races?
I try to access my memories, but they’re blocked. I cannot remember those who are close to me. All I remember is sex. It floods my mind.
I give a small yelp whenever they press against my cervix. Sometimes they pass through. Sometimes they make new holes and there is terrible pain, blood, but it heals fast. The pollen helps.
From time to time the assistant arrives and lets one of my hands free. My movement is slow, but I jam my fingers into myself if only to feel human. My fingers twist in my cunt heavy with their cum and seed.
I watch as they fuck me, a shock wave as they smash into my body. The terror and pleasure blur into something new, an abyss so deep I fear what may lie at the bottom.
I float above a zig-zag track of green. There’s a hiss as a seal opens before me as I’m guided through into overwhelming light. My eyes water against the glare, the silhouettes of my captors clear against it.
Goosebumps rise on my flesh against the cold. I plead with them. “No. No. No.”
“Yes,” comes a reply, and she is gone.
After I have climaxed hundreds of times, the hours bleeding into days, I am left alone in the light, sweat on my skin and my legs parted and waiting. The madness consumes me, as does my arousal. I crave for their cocks desperately. I call out in my head for them to fill me again, to make me clench and orgasm around their members just one more time before they do away with me.
Suddenly, without fanfare, the young woman is again by my side, green symbols floating before her. She reaches her fingers up and the symbols move.
When she’s done, she exits and another figure steps towards my burning cunt. When he moves forward into the light I scream out in silent horror at the sight.
This one has the same shifting surface for skin, but his angles are all hard and angular, like a human carved out of anthracite. He does not have eyes, just a gaping mouth that opens and closes at indiscriminate intervals. Extending from his body is a monstrous phallus, a polished shaft wide as an arm.
Unlike the others, his phallus moves as a human’s would, swinging in the limbo his body before he directs it downwards to my waiting hole.
Fill me, yes, I plead quietly. Give me your cock so my womb can once again be bathed in your seed.
The stirrups holding my legs up move higher, bending until my buttocks rise off the table and my legs are bent against my chest.
The creature’s cock slides down past my waiting slit to rest against the tight twist of my asshole.
No.
Whenever the others fill my anus they do so with thin probes and fingers. I’ve never had a proper cock inside my ass before.
A shard of a memory presses forward. Someone’s begging me, “Please, please let me inside your beautiful ass,” but I refuse.
“It’s a one-way street,”
He tries to slip it in but the ring of muscle is too tight. He ricochets right off every time to settle in my wet pussy instead.
This creature will not allow such obstruction.
With surprising speed the goliath grasps my hips and lunges forward, his massive phallus meeting the resistance of my sphincter but moving steadily forward into the hot tunnel beyond.
The pain is dampened by the pollen, leaving only fulfilment as the intruder forces his way deep into my ass and delivers me a shattering orgasm. My cunt and anal cavity squeeze in unison and the creature grunts, the first sign that I’m not the only party receiving pleasure.
Beside me the young woman looks on with her blank, rolling eyes and makes corrections to the symbols that fly in front of her metallic face.
Time slows as this cock moves deeper into my tight ass, small explosions of pleasure firing out and them combining into one continuous orgasm that smashes me again and gain into my battered brain.
The drugs have worn off just enough for me to thrash my head from side to side and strange, sloppy mews to come from my mouth as drool runs down my cheek and puddles on the table below.
The root of the creature’s manhood fixes itself against my outstretched anus and I have taken him completely, my still coming ass massaging and caressing his cock until his fingers tighten around my hips and his seed slams forward to fill my belly, oozing around his shaft as he fills me to overflowing.
His seed pours out, nourishing and healing my bruised passage, skin stretching after being filled with wave after wave of hot cum.
I shiver, the orgasms rolling over me like a summer storm, never abating, electric as my spine curves and my tits separate, nipples pointing to the lights above.
The creatures speak one.
Are they chanting, praying? I do not know.
A different creature floats between my legs.
“This is our god, our leader,” the young woman informs me.
Unlike the metallic, shifting surfaces of the others his skin is a gloss black, as if it’s been coated in crude oil. Wings stretch out from his back and his eyes burn like coals in his head. I am sure that if I look down I will see cloven feet.
Whatever they have injected into me works fast and any fear I had evaporates again. The lust returns and I look on this alien demon with glazed, horny wonder.
When he speaks to my mind it is with a deep, booming bellow that reverberates in my skull.
“You have been selected,” he says. “Be proud and open yourself fully to me.”
The others have made no attempt at intimacy, but this one pulls me to him, kissing me with a passion that heats my loins. His forked tongue moves deeply, exploring my mouth as he fondles my breast with a hand. I see sparks behind closed eyes as my body flushes with fresh arousal, a dangerous, desperate need I know only this alien god can fulfil.
My bonds release with a click and I float upwards above him as his mouth latches onto my other breast and my back arches out in passion. I have no control over my legs as they open and spread, exposing my cunt to him.
I look down to see his cock poised above my engorged pussy. It stands proudly rampant, a throbbing rod of black arousal, the muscled shaft wet and thick. The base of it is as wide as my thigh, the head a smooth ball, the whole apparatus completely hairless. Below his testicles throb round and swollen, heavy with sperm.
At this moment I want his cock inside me more than anything, more than life itself. I make an attempt to speak and my voice modulates into their language, all clicks and clops.
With a jerk the creature thrusts his hips upwards and his shaft enters my vagina. He continues to suck at my breast, holding my buttocks to gain better purchase as he thrusts into my loosened channel with increasing speed and pressure until I clutch hard at his muscled arms.
The demon’s cock forces itself in further, slamming against my cervix with every thrust until with a deep, sonorous bellow the alpha creature releases his load into my womb.
Like the others, the liquid flows in a continuous gush from the head of his cock, gushing and then pulsing into me as I tremble in a never-ending climax that continues wave
after wave as my cunt and cervix clench and release, beckoning this alien seed forward to the fertile space beyond.
I hang from his cock, suspended high above the experimentation table as the creature’s wings flap, each driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me as I pant from exhaustion. My body sings with sexual satisfaction. This is what I have been craving all along.
I’m barely conscious as his still throbbing cock slowly pushes its way out of my folds, but all I want is more, more of this super-cock, more of its heated seed.
The alien leader turns me around so my back is facing him. With a downcast of his wings he drives again into my distended pussy. I cannot breathe or scream or do anything but let him take me, to fuck my mind. Between my legs I see that I have taken his member in full, the lips of my vagina pushed out to my thighs and the head of his slick cock stretching my skin white just below my belly. He thrusts forward and his cockhead flattens out my diaphragm. I feel the space open up inside me, a new pocket to be filled by his seed and progeny.
He speaks to me as he comes. “Go, my queen, multiply,” before I pass out, falling forward from his cock as gravity takes hold.
The last thing I feel is my open cunt, bored and stretched out, womb heavy with seed as I’m cast through the freezing hole of darkness below.
*
Leaves dance above me. Trees like giants rise up to the heavens as cotton-candy clouds move above.
“There you are. Jesus, you had me worried there for a second.”
I lift myself up in the dirt.
Jeremy’s standing above me. He extends his hand and pulls me to my feet. My body is stiff, pain blooming in my core.
“What are you doing all the way out here anyhow?”
“I- I don’t know.”
For some reason I look to my hands. Yep, they’re real alright, and then it comes flooding back in one big rush – the ship, the creatures, the experiments.
Jeremy sees the colour drain from my face. “Emma, is everything alright?”
He’ll never believe me. Hell, I don’t even know if I believe it myself.
I’m wearing my T-shirt and panties, exactly as I was.
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