“You will be useless for another man after you've had me, slave. Your paramour. will never again want to fuck you, and you will never be satisfied with a smaller cock.”
She couldn't argue. That may very well be true. The head rubbed against her canal, stretched as far as it had ever been, but the dick was so big it was still like a stool.
“This will hurt.”
A slash of the whipped tentacle hit her back, and again she jumped. He used that moment to jerk her down onto the huge dick. She could feel her bones stretching, and she shrieked in protest.
“See? Not so bad.” Once more he slashed at her with the tentacles, distracting her, causing her to writhe away. Each motion sunk her deeper onto his dick.
“Beautiful...” He said, reverently. He slowly rocked her hips, which looked so tiny next to his massive dick back and forth. She could feel each of the tentacles that wrapped around the various parts of her body tighten as he became more and more aroused.
The dick itself was clearly visible from the outside. It was both grotesque and exciting to see it, the huge, unnatural dick pulling her whole body in two. He once again distracted her with pain and yanked. She fell further onto him.
“Ah... yes...” He said, laying both taloned hands on her hips. She could clearly see she had not even taken a third of him, but she could swear he was almost at her womb already. She wondered if she'd ever recover. She'd almost forgotten she could stop this, but.. she just wanted it too badly.
He was in enough to start fucking in earnest. He began to lift her up with his claws, while all of the dozens of tentacles began to operate independently. The two that were mounding her tits kept pumping away, sputtering and exploding their green seed over her body. The ones at her hand sputtered and she felt his juices rain down from above. More and more poured into her mouth, quickly pumping and dumping their slime down her throat.
All the while he was lost to what he was doing inside her pussy. He began to pump, in and out, clearly trying to be careful but getting close to losing control. He would jerk her up and down, sometimes more of his tremendous monster dick slipping deeper inside. She couldn't stop her excitement, she kept quivering around him with her orgasms, screaming around the tentacles that were constantly taking her mouth.
He pumped harder and harder, finding a rhythm and a soft sound of pleasure escaped his lips. Finally she felt the whole massive rod buried inside of her jerk, pound twice more, and explode deep in her unprotected womb. She could actually see each wave of the filthy seed as it exploded from his alien dick, buried unnaturally inside of her.
The explosion of that massive cock caused all the others to begin to explode around her. Her face, her tits, her ass, all were suddenly covered in that foul seed. He leaned back against the desk, satiated, but still buried inside of her.
“You have pleased me, slave. You will continue to do so while we go and retrieve your paramour. I will expect this same sort of attention daily, understood?”
She nodded simply, and closed her own eyes contentedly. She decided she would let this happen a few more times before she took over the ship.
Alien Takeover
Invasion #9
by
Claudia Balvenie
@claudiabalvenie
claudiabalvenie.com
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
Despite all odds, Yuno's master plan was finally reaching fruition.
Granted, this was not at all how she expected it to go down. She'd been working this con for nearly a year. Her mark had fallen hard for her, and she had it on good authority that he'd been close to proposing. All his billions of credits would be hers for the taking. She'd poured millions of her own ill-gotten credits into getting this close, expecting the ultimate payday.
Until she was taken hostage.
Clearly it was not the outcome she'd expected. She'd woken up to a suited creature clamping his hand over her mouth, binding her wrists and forcing her into his spaceship. Her paramour? Nowhere to be found. That concerned her, how had she not only slept through his leaving the bed, but her own ship taking off? Not to mention the aliens marching through her lover's private meteor resort.
It led to two possibilities. Either her mark was on to her game, or a third mercenary company was after him.
Yuno's plans had to change, quickly. She had at least one mercenary company in competition with her, and she was currently their prisoner. She was unsure if a second had taken him, or if he'd run off himself, stealing her ship in the process. Still, this alien band had its uses.
Their race, had a very particular way of getting information, one that involved the countless tentacles that covered every inch of their tremendous bodies. She'd been informed by the doctor who originally examined her that their kind, the Ohren, had trouble breeding. If they could both use her for information as well as impregnate her, well so much the better in their minds. And so they used their extra appendages to take her in new and more inventive ways, believing her helpless to their cruelty.
But Yuno had them right where she wanted them.
She'd played the weak girlfriend, screaming at all the right moments, crying and begging at others. She'd fed them just enough details that their ship was now hurdling through space, growing closer and closer to the ultimate prize.
And when the time was right, Yuno would reveal her own abilities. As a powerful telekinetic, she was in no real danger from these extraterrestrial men, despite their massive size. They had no idea they were carrying someone strong enough to take their ship apart, piece by piece.
If it amused her to allow them to violate her as they traversed the galaxy, were was the harm in that?
CHAPTER 2
Yuno, still imprisoned by the Ohren crew, had been roughly scrubbed up after her encounter with the Captain. They'd offered her clothing and medication, the former being a rather pathetic mish-mash of rags that she had managed to pull over her body. It was far too tight, her breasts strained against the top of the thin white material, while the bottom barely covered her rear. Dimly she wondered if it was any better than wearing nothing at all.
But she supposed it had the desired effect. As she was guided onto the bridge by a couple of suited guards, all of the talking stopped dead. More than a dozen pairs of eyes moved to her form, some taking in the soft pink flesh of her long legs, others the strain of her nipples against the cloth. Some even hungrily gazed at the magnetic auto-moving bindings that held her fast, each wrist bound to the opposite elbow.
She felt a blush creep to her cheeks, unbidden. She was no young virgin, Hell, in her mid-thirties she believed she'd seen and done everything imaginable. But the idea of so many men lusting after her body, men who were willing to cross species in order to have her? Well, that was more than a little thrilling. Cross one off the bucket list.
“There she is,” The Captain's chair turned towards the door. His eyes were just as ravenous as the others, perhaps more so having recently used her for his own desires. “Come, my dear. Come sit in my lap.” He patted his massive leg for emphasis.
She stepped away from the guards as she was bidden, slowly making her way to the Captain's chair. She did nothing to stop the blushing, it seemed to endear her to these men. They thought her innocent, a simple victim of circumstance. That of course did not mean they would not use her in every way they could imagine, and some they'd yet to invent.
She was guided onto the Captain's lap. He wore simple leather pants, covering his massive thigh. None of his people wore shirts, instead they wore simple vests of rank, allowing what she once believed to be their massive fat rolls to turn and curl unabated. She understood now that it was how they stored all of their extra appendages when they were not in use, folded around and around their
bodies. When completely untangled, their bodies were extremely muscular, frighteningly so. She checked once more for her power and found it ready and willing if anything were to go too far.
She was sitting across one of his thighs, her own spread to either side. He pulled her close to himself, as close as her bound hands would allow. He lay a hand upon her shoulder, holding her tightly, possessively. His other hand slowly moved to cup her breast, slowly caressing it. All of the eyes stayed on the two of them.
His hand moved further, finding her already swollen nipple and pinching it between his clawed fingers. She could feel the danger there, the threat, though he'd done nothing to harm her. They were so sharp, and her nipples so sensitive. A soft mewing sound escaped her lips, despite her attempts to keep it silent.
She felt his massive lips move against her ear. “We grow closer to your lover with each passing moment.” His voice was so deep she could feel it echoing in her stomach. He kept playing with her nipple, pinching and twisting, hard enough to get her attention, but still be pleasurable. She could feel his soft breathing against her ear, raising goosebumps all over her flesh.
He began to move his thigh against her, pressing between her legs, building pleasure. He chuckled darkly, as he could tell already she was enjoying herself. Then she felt the movement, as two of his tentacles began to unwind from his body, and slowly wind around her thighs, pulling them apart, letting his thigh invade even deeper into her nether regions.
His appendages were not gentle. She could feel them force her legs further and further apart, straining against her skin, while still worming their way upwards. He seemed completely unconcerned by what they were doing, instead keeping her body held tightly while continuing to play with her nipples.
Another moan escaped her lips, and another deep chuckle escaped from his own. Her eyes darted to the others watching them, silently. She was surprised at their lack of reaction before she noticed the rolls around their bodies. They'd sped up, grown excited. She assumed it was their method of being aroused.
“You have pleased me. Your information was good. It is time for your reward.” He kept the tentacles moving further and further until they were positioned at her clit. She closed her eyes and sighed, aching for them to touch her, to make her scream in pleasure.
He moved to the other breast, beginning the same ministrations, though perhaps not as gentle as before. The other was already sore with his mounding and pinching, and she could tell he was growing excited with what he was doing. Finally the two tentacles had reached the entrance to her slit, and one dipped in, just enough to absorb her own wetness.
“Yes, you do enjoy being my slave, don't you?” He let the other slip in, while the first moved to her clit, slowly running little circles around it, teasing her, exciting her. She didn't answer his question, what was the point? He could see how her body was reacting.
And so he continued, one thrusting inside, just enough to get all of her juices and rub them all over her clit, stimulating it, urging her further and further into pleasure, all the while he kept holding her tightly, her arms bound behind her, unable to escape as he forced her body further and further into the abyss.
Suddenly, she could take no more. Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through it, grasping onto the tentacle still inside of her, urging it deeper, milking it with her own tight canal. But he did not stop, he redoubled his efforts, ripping scream after scream from her throat as he sent waves of ecstasy through her whole body.
Finally, when she was on the verge of passing out, an alarm began. One of the crew turned away to look a a terminal.
“Captain!”
A low rumble escaped the Captain's throat. She could tell he was extremely close to shoving himself inside her, right then and there.
“I'm so sorry to interrupt, Captain, but... we've found the ship!”
CHAPTER 3
The Captain reluctantly pulled his tentacles out of her, rolling them back in their proper places. He sighed again and pressed a couple of buttons on his chair.
“They're hailing us Captain!” Another Ohren piped up.
The Captain leaned over and took a long smell of her hair. He sighed deeply. “On screen.”
Her paramour's image was suddenly right before them. She took a moment to appreciate his good looks. Humanoid, but not quite, he was thinner, taller than a normal human, with pointed ears that gave him an almost Fae appearance. She'd thought him quite attractive once, before he'd abandoned her.
“What is the meaning of this!” He shouted, “Do you know who I ...”
She could tell the exact moment he saw her sitting there. His eyes took in the bindings that were holding her fast. He could see the rags that she was dressed in, her disheveled look. Most of all he could see the Captain's thigh rubbing between her legs, and his clawed hand possessively teasing her nipple.
“Mr. Malore, I presume?”
“I, yes, that is my name. Eurian Malore.” She could hear the faint hint of fear in his voice.
“Hmm...” The Captain said, considering. Then with one quick slash, he tore the front of her clothing in two. He reached in and pulled out one of her ample breasts.
“We do appreciate the gift you left us, Mr. Malore. She will be fine breeding stock.” He pinched her nipple hard, causing a yelp of pain to escape her lips. “But surely you know that is not what we are after.”
“You can check your sensors,” the Captain continued. “All of our laser cannons are trained on that frail ship of yours.”
Malore looked down, and back up again, checking for himself.
“The question to you, Sir, is simple. Will you surrender or die?”
She watched his face as he weighed his options. Yeah, he could try to run. Her ship that he'd stolen was a good one, if you were a skilled pilot. He wasn't. You drive cargo ships for that long and you lose the ability to maneuver. But still he considered it. It was brave of him. Foolish, but brave.
“Fine. I surrender.”
CHAPTER 4
Two guards led Yuno to the brig while the Captain was overseeing the loading of her smaller ship onto the much larger ship's dock. She was left alone to pace, decide what her next move would be. Of course, they didn't bother to unbind her wrists. They were starting to ache, stuck in the same position.
After an hour or so of being left to her own devices, the door slid open. The same two suited guards shoved her lover into the same cage, and he fell into a heap. She immediately switched to worried girlfriend mode.
“Eurian! What have they done to you? Are you alright?”
He looked up to her, rage contouring his face. She felt a bit of a twinge between her legs. She'd never seen him angry like this.
“This is your fault!” He shouted, jumping to his feet, and shoving his finger hard against her chest.
“I...I don't understand, they kidnapped me...” She stammered. She'd never seen him so rough, so brutal. She wondered how far he could go.
“You were supposed to keep them off of me, you dumb bitch!” He looked down at her breasts. They were partially bare, slashed open by the Captain. She stepped back again. He'd become predator, and she prey. And she'd never wanted him to take her so badly.
“Please, I, I tried to get away! My ship was gone!” She bumped into the wall, having nowhere further to get away from him. She turned her head away, passively.
“Everyone knows the Ohren will fuck any female they can get their hands on. You were supposed to be the distraction. Fuck! And now what? Now they'll take everything! And to think, I was going to marry you once I rescued you...”
She could see it there, buried behind the anger. Love. He was truly in love with her. That was useful, very useful.
But he had no control over his emotions at all. She would have to force the issue, allowing him to do things she knew he would regret later. She had to play the prey. She darted under his arm, running away from him, triggering that predatory instinct deep inside of him.
It work
ed. His kind were much faster than humans, and he knocked her to the ground almost instantly. He was on top of her, pinning her head to the cold floor, her hands kept uselessly bound behind her. Both his legs were on top of her thighs, keeping her pinned tight. She could feel the rag dress riding up on her rear, exposing her full slit to his eyes. It made him pause, and she could tell he was admiring her assets.
“You are still hot as Hell, you know that?” He kept his palm on top of he head, holding her steady while one of his long fingers trailed along her slit. She was already so engorged there that it was difficult not to explode almost immediately. She'd wanted him to be rougher with her for so long, it would have made the whole con much more pleasurable. Still, what was done was done. Hell, she even liked the humiliating language. He'd pay for it later, of course.
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