First Contact Captives

by Enid Titan

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, “I trust you…”

  At least I trusted him to pleasure me. If his tongue and my lubrication were any indication of what came next, I’d burst the moment he entered me. I could hardly believe I was indulging in the naughtiest fantasy I’d ever kept a secret. It was like I’d been waiting for him, suffering through one awkward encounter with a man after another until finding Vidar. There was no awkwardness, just his control, his desires, his wants…

  He was hypnotized by me, his attention focused on me entirely. He’d traveled across the galaxy and decided that I would become his. His hardness indicated the extent of his erotic obsession.

  He swiftly removed the briefs over his thighs, struggling to pull them over his tail for a second, but succeeding fast enough. As I lay on the same table where only moments before, Vidar had been our captive, I caught sight of his alien hardness for the first time. Heat rushed to my cheeks and in a mixture of arousal and terror, I scrambled a few feet back on the table.

  “I can see your fear,” he said in a slow, calm voice, the way a farmer would soothe a birthing cow, “But you have nothing to be afraid of. My organs are designed specifically for mammalian female pleasure.”

  “Organs… You have… It’s not a penis!”

  Vidar chuckled.

  “Of course it is. Do all Terran females share your sense of humor?”

  “It’s… It’s not funny!”

  “What is it then. Tell me what you see.”

  He was calm and patient with me, guiding me through the trepidation that coursed through me as I acknowledged what this creature truly was…

  “Three purple and blue tentacles coming out your …your groin…”

  “Yes. That’s correct.”

  “When you said you evolved from ocean mammals…”

  “Perhaps my tongue should have been a hint,” Vidar replied, sticking the magenta muscle out and hurriedly sliding it back in.

  I was a scientist. Making educated guesses was the reason I’d been selected for this top secret research in the first place.

  “Why do you need three of them?”

  Vidar smirked.

  “Wouldn’t it be more fun if you found out first hand?”

  “Do we have time?”

  “Do not worry about time.”

  My decision had to be made in milliseconds. I hadn’t had sex in so long and here was this creature with a three pronged member promising me more pleasure than I could ever imagine with one man… or even two!

  I might be a scientist with tight-laced modest clothing and a white lab coat but at the end of the day, I still need raw unfiltered pleasure. I still need earth-shattering climaxes and trembling legs, and wet stickiness between my legs as I’m pounded until my top knot unravels and my skin stays flushed pink with orgasm. Scientist or not, I need sex, like any animal, even an alien one like Vidar.

  “Come, Vidar… Take me…” I breathed.

  He didn’t need another invitation. He moved between my legs, slowly hiking them up so my thighs brushed against his hot torso. His tail swished behind him as all three tapered purple tentacles with their indigo bases stood at semi-rigid attention. The moved independently of each other as Vidar consciously controlled them.

  First he stroked my thighs with his forceful purple hands. He touched me like he cared for me, caressing my flesh and taking in every sensation of my body as he held me.

  “I must warn you,” he murmured, “Once you have a Polluxian mate, you’ll never go back.”

  Even alien men have egos. Vidar’s confidence eased my nerves and I spread my legs wider as he approached my wetness more closely and slipped my underwear off. A tiny tuft of wispy black pubic hair covered my slick mons, soaked with the juices of my anticipation already.

  One of his tentacles slid between my puffy pussy lips first, not entering me, but positioned between my labia so one of the suction cups nestled right around my clit, fitting onto the hardened nub with the snugness of a glove. The suction cup massaged my clit around alternating between sucking and rubbing motions as the length of his tentacles spread my labia wide around the thick, meaty prong of his cock. As one suction cup massaged my clit, the others massaged the soft pink flesh between my labia. My pussy was even slicker as one tentacle massaged me.

  I moaned and tossed my head back, my long black hair spreading around my body on the metal table. I couldn’t even feel the cool table on my back as his tentacle pleasured me. My tightness throbbed and I could feel heat surging between my legs as I approached my first climax.

  “P-please…” I whimpered, attempting to beg him for mercy so I could catch my breath before Vidar finally pushed me over the edge. He gripped my thighs with a forceful masculine grip.

  My pleas were no use. The tentacle that sucked on my clit and juiced my pussy like an orange began to vibrate and I lost control. I moaned loud — just the way he liked it — screaming as my pussy erupted with climax and heat rushed to every inch of my body, filling me with euphoria unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  His tentacle vibrated in forceful pulses that built in intensity and then subsided against.

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  “OHHHHH!” I climaxed again as his tentacle sucked on my clit as the rest of the suction cups planted tiny pleasurable kisses along the length of my slit between my labia.

  My climax seemed unending and just when I couldn’t take it any longer, I felt the tip of his tentacle probing at my entrance which dripped clear juices like a leaky faucet. The probing tip of his second tentacle sucked my juices up through the tiny cups at the tip.

  “You taste delicious,” he breathed, his arousal becoming clear as his first tentacle continued to vibrate between my legs.

  He could taste me with those things. That certainly explained the look on his face. The purple had rushed from his cheeks leaving a pale lavender color behind as his dark veins protruded from his arms and thighs as he savored the flavors of my pussy that he absorbed through his purple alien cocks.

  The second tentacle cock thrust me open just enough to probe the head through and we both emitted a simultaneous moan as he pushed another inch inside me. Each of the tentacles was around 9 inches long and as one lay between my labia, spreading me open like a Subway sandwich, the second one threatened to stretch me out and fill me to my full human capacity.

  I shuddered as I thought of what he might do with the third. Another massive climax disrupted my moment of fear as one tentacle sucked my clit until I came again, the second had just probed halfway inside me and the sensation was beyond earthly pleasure. I moaned and propped my weight up on my forearms, my scientific mind desperate to view my tightness probed by three rock hard alien tentacles designed to pleasure me past my earthly limits.

  He slid deeper inside me and I could feel the suction cups that covered his second tentacle sucking at the soft padded flesh in my entrance, lapping up my juices and then focusing pulsing attention on my g-spot as a large tentacle spread me and pleasured me from the outside.

  He thrust the last way in and I moaned again, losing my balance once more and then losing myself completely to my arousal. If I’d ever been in control, I wasn’t now. Vidar’s second tentacle thrust in and out of me, now rigid like a regular human cock except larger and thicker, and pleasuring every single inch of me at once.

  As he thrust between my legs his first tentacle continued to vibrate and within a few short strokes, I erupted into another climax, moaning louder than ever before. He thrust his hips between my legs and I moaned louder. As he thrust, he gripped my thighs, taking ownership of my body as two of his tentacles slid between my sopping pussy lips and turned me into a mess of sweat and sex, bending perfectly to his alien will.

  I couldn’t stop climaxing after a few moments and it was impossible to keep track. His stamina was as alien as he was. Every inch of my body reddened to accommodate
the rushing hormones that surged through me. After what felt like hours, Vidar grunted, “I’m going to use my third tentacle now…”

  “Oh God…” I whimpered.

  If I wasn’t high off of my climaxes, I might have stopped him, but I didn’t even notice his third tentacle producing its own lube to get slick enough to touch my tiny, puckered, forbidden backdoor. I’d never had anything go back there. That wasn’t what good girls did. From the moment I allowed this alien to thrust his thick tentacle in my tight human pussy, I’d given up being a good girl.

  Where would protesting get me? I wanted to feel him, I only didn’t want it to hurt. So far, Vidar had promised that he wouldn’t hurt me and I believed him.

  I moaned in what might have been an attempt to protest, except it only turned into another pleasurable cry which egged Vidar even further. With one tentacle vibrating between my lips and another buried nine inches inside me, I could do little to stop the tip of his third tentacle from probing my tight little asshole and sliding just a little bit inside me.

  I expected it to hurt but from the moment the lube he produced touched my entrance, a numbing sensation around my sweet puckered asshole surged throughout my tight bouncy little ass. He pushed inside just an inch and instead of any pain, all I felt was pure pleasure and Vidar grunted before sliding the rest of his third tentacle nine inches inside my ass.

  I had one purple tentacle stuffed between my pussy lips, another buried deep inside my pussy and now a third alien tentacle thrust far up my ass and the sensation of the triple penetration sent me into an immediate orgasm. Vidar moved his hips and my climax intensified. I moaned and thrashed about, grasping for some kind of hold on the table he lay me on.

  I couldn’t grasp onto anything and Vidar fucked me hard in all three holes with his purple alien tentacles, stimulating a climax that I didn’t think would end. He went on for more time than any human man would have been able to withstand and after I could hardly moan or breathe from exhaustion, he groaned, “I’m nearly finished…”

  “Ohhhhh,” I whimpered as pleasure throbbed between my once innocent human flesh as his three tentacles robbed me of whatever earthly innocence I might have had left.

  He groaned when he was ready to cum and I felt his three tentacles pulsing in dull, deep throbs that kept me cumming until he released deep inside my pussy and ass. He slowly slid his tentacle out of my ass and I whimpered and wrapped my legs around him, digging my ankles into the part of his back where his tail connected to his spine.

  His tail shook with desire as his second tentacle throbbed and then pulled out of me. Finally, he removed the thick tentacle from between my labia and he breathed heavily.

  “I’m sorry…”

  “What are you sorry for?” I whimpered, “That was…incredible.”

  “You don’t have much time. One of your coworkers is coming and I forgot to tell you...”

  He trailed off, his lids closing slowly and reopening with a distorted flutter like he was going to collapse.

  “Tell me what?” I sat up, my heart beating in my chest faster than it ever had before.

  I’d never been so aroused and filled with a perfect concoction of hormones and endorphins.

  “Sex. For my species. I’m going to be unconscious for two days. It happens every time I… If I were on my ship it would be different… Hurry. I can hear them coming. Your boss will be here soon.”

  I leaped off the table and ushered a swaying, unstable Vidar back into the position where I’d left him. Shit! The lab was even messier than it had been before and I could finally hear the footsteps he was talking about — and the voice talking to the guards. John Billings was right outside the door and here I was with alien cum leaking down my legs, Vidar halfway attached to the table and a messy lab that I should have been cleaning for the past hour.

  I strapped Vidar back to the table, praying the guards outside would keep John busy as I quickly slipped into my dress and lab coat. I couldn’t get my underwear on in time so I stuffed it in my pocket and managed to regain some semblance of order as John pushed the door to the lab open, taking me by surprise.

  Four

  The Sleep

  Vidar

  My people call it “the sleep” even if it’s more like conscious paralysis. I could hear everything that happened as I lay back on the table where Minnie strapped me, and when John Billings thrust the door open. My metabolism had only slowed down to the essentials while my mind remained fully awake. Based on her colleague John’s reaction, the human male hadn’t picked up on what happened under his very nose.

  Good. I wasn’t looking for that kind of trouble in particular, especially not in my temporarily paralyzed condition. Here, the 48 hours or so would only drag on and on…

  On my ship, I might have synthesized the antidote to counteract “the sleep”, but on this primitive planet, I was left victim to my own biology.

  John chided Minerva for the state of the lab and she nervously responded to him with a plausible excuse for it. For a human, she was quick on her feet and John left her alone after ten minutes. She approached the table where I lay strapped in and captive. Poor Minerva jostled my arm in an attempt to wake me. Perhaps I should have explained “the sleep” better, but I’d lost myself in desire for her.

  I’d never met a female who could have quite that effect on me and stimulate the obsession that stirred within me. It wasn’t just how tiny she was in comparison to my giant warrior’s body. She was different from any female I’d met — alien or Polluxian. While she saw herself as ordinary, I saw her as anything but.

  “Vidar,” she hissed, “Vidar, you have to wake up! Vidar!”

  Alas, I couldn’t respond to her, even if I wanted to. Perhaps I should have explained what would happen except not even I knew it would until I saw the opportunity in front of me — a beautiful female, pent up energy that my species is required to release, and little other chance to release it.

  It’s unusually for Polluxians to mate outside of their species but to my delight, humans were beyond compatible — and far less aggressive than our females, a trait I found myself enjoying as I watched Minnie’s face twist and contort in pleasure.

  She pressed a cold metal sensor to my chest. Due to my paralysis, I could not even recoil from the discomfort. She pressed another sensor to my forehead.

  “Are you sleeping?” She hissed.

  “Wake up! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…”

  She puttered around the lab for a while, muttering to herself sometimes and then continuing the tasks she’d been assigned. Her boss Dr. Trout returned.

  “Minerva, the lab looks fantastic. What about the creature. Has he awakened?”

  “No,” Minnie answered sheepishly.

  “He needs to be awakened so that the soldiers can escort him back to the holding cell.”

  “I’ve tried,” she squeaked, “But he just won’t wake up.”

  “Is he dead?”

  “No sir. I struggled to find his hearts but… I think he’s alive.”

  Dr. Trout grabbed her instrument and approached me again. I could smell the vile man as he drew closer. Instinctively, I reviled him. It wasn’t just because he was my captor, but because he was the only one in the lab with a cold determination to see me as non-sentient. The others were at least affected by their torture. Dr. Trout was not.

  “His hearts are still beating alright. I’ll have the men carry him.”

  “How!?”

  “We’ll need three of our best. He’s at least 300 lbs of solid muscle. Are you sure this isn’t some ploy for him to get out of his shackles?”

  Minerva kept her voice calm and steady as she reassured Dr. Trout that was impossible.

  “Don’t you think if he could get out he would have already?” She suggested.

  “I suppose you have a point, Dr. Hsu. I’ll get the soldiers and we’ll see you at the department meeting later. Got it?”

  “Yes, Dr. Trout.”

 
Minerva bustled off and Dr. Trout remained in the room with me. He was quiet as he worked. He kept his hands off of me and mostly studied data on his primitive machines. I waited for far too long before the soldiers came. They struggled to lift me, but at least they were careful. With my eyes closed, I could still “see” the data from my implant filtering in. The soldiers, with all their guns and armor, were more terrified than the scientists.

  They replaced me in my original prison and whilst in “the sleep”, I processed all the data my ocular implant collected. I replayed the moments I’d touched Minerva over and over again. I couldn’t wait to break free from my sleep. By the time I woke up properly, two earth days would have passed.

  The first day went slowly. Dr. Trout ordered Minerva and Dr. Billings to continue their experiments. While I couldn’t cry out in pain or move in response, the experiments were twice as painful as the first ones. After they were finished, the men left Minerva to clean up. Even in my deep sleep, I detected the reason they asked her to remain behind and clean their messes was due to her gender.

  Such differences were eliminated thousands of years ago on Pollux, before the advent of the AI War that nearly wiped us out. And even afterward, women enjoyed fair and equal status on our planet. These creatures didn’t seem to realize their primitive social structure restrained their science. I’d include it all in my report when I could.

  Once Minerva was alone, she dressed my wounds. Our medical technology would have healed me instantly, but she stitched my cuts, spread ointment on my burns and injected me with painkillers.

  “I’m sorry,” Minerva whispered, “I can’t figure out why you’re in a coma. We’re going to do a brain scan tomorrow to figure it out. I feel like it’s my fault…”

  Before she could whisper anymore, the lab door opened.

  “Minerva, Dr. Trout wants to see you.”

  “Alright. I’m on my way.”

  She left me alone again and once more, the soldiers returned me to my cell. That night, I had little data to analyze and little desire to sift through the memories held on my neural implant. I could picture Minerva’s face, but it didn’t do me any good when what I wanted was beyond a picture. I wanted to hold her… to touch her…