by Alice Locke
As the voice boomed what sounded like orders, more tendrils invaded Kate's body and ripped her clothes off, leaving her exposed to their slimy touch.
The tentacles slithering on her body left behind a trail of thick slime that Kate's skin seemed to absorb. The areas in which the slime had been tingled, as if she had just finished working out and wanted to push her limits.
She yelped out in pain as one of the tentacles whipped her bottom, her skin once more absorbing the slime and magnifying the effect. As the hits kept coming she found herself getting more and more aroused at the treatment - it had been a while since she'd had any action, and this entity was perhaps better than any human could ever aspire to be.
The pain radiating from her ass was intense, but she'd always been into rough play. Nothing got her wetter than being used like a toy, and whatever was holding her tight seemed to have a perfect night planned for her.
Kate felt more tendrils slide up her plump legs, ending their journey in front of her glistening mound. Three of them forcefully parted her lips and plunged deep into her, aided by her arousal and their slime. Kate cried out in pleasure as she felt the tentacles burrow deep within her, twitching and spasming at every tiny movement she made.
The slime kept oozing out of them, ending up directly into her body. It started out slow at first but ramped up quickly - the effect the slime had on her pussy was completely different than what it did to the rest of her body. Her pussy was on fire, the tentacles' movements and their secretions made her feel like her body could be rocked by the biggest orgasm of her life at any given moment, yet it never seemed to arrive.
Her walls kept tightening and relaxing around the invaders, milking them for their sweet nectar while she moaned, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Kate's cries were drowned out by the voice and it's raspy words. It would often stop and simply growl before barking more commands, and the tentacles obeyed.
She felt a thin tendril wrap itself around her swollen clitoris, constricting it and slithering over it. The sensation was too much for her to handle and the first massive orgasm rocked her plump body, the pleasure radiating from her crotch and reaching every corner of her body. The tentacles didn't stop working their magic, and in fact began vigorously thrusting in and out of her drenched pussy.
Her cries of pleasure turned into an incoherent string of guttural verses as she felt a tendril force its way into her tight asshole, where no one had been before. It hurt, but the slime made it easier for it to breach the seal. Her muscles gave in and the tendril burrowed deep inside of her, though even if the slime seemed to made the pain she felt disappear, Kate's asshole still stung.
The tendril joined the others in their synchronized movement and she began screaming in pleasure and pain. Her asshole gave way to one more occupant and another one still.
For the first time in her life, Kate was truly full. The tentacles were stretching her pussy and asshole to their limits, but the pain slowly went away leaving pleasure in its place.
The second orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks and shattered her mind. Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed one after the other while she carelessly screamed her throat out.
Her muscles pulsating on the tentacles buried deep within her allowed her to feel every ridge, every bump on their thick body. She was in pure bliss, fueled by nothing but lust and her deepest carnal desires.
The voice kept on barking orders and Kate felt her mouth being invaded, too. She welcomed the tentacle as if it was a lover's cock while it slid down her throat, the slime coating it. She could taste in now and it was by far the sweetest thing that had ever been inside of her mouth. Thick and sweet, fed directly to her stomach.
In that moment, Kate had everything she needed. Her mind was blank, the entity that spoke to her claimed her body as its new toy and she was more than willing to be its new slave, for as long as it wanted her.
The tentacles kept forcefully thrusting into her while muffled moans escaped her lips. She couldn't speak, but she had no need to.
Kate felt the tentacles inside of her twitch - they all stopped simultaneously, giving her a split second to catch her breath, before unleashing a torrent of slime in all of her holes.
She felt her stomach slightly expand, and for a brief moment she was worried about it before realizing that this was her true purpose, and that she had nothing to fear.
The tentacles retreated, and the slime that coated Kate's insides gushed out of her in thick strings.
She had no more energy to spare, her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open - and even if she did keep them open, she would still be in complete darkness.
The voice disappeared, leaving the low rumbling noise she head when she first crossed over to reign supreme.
Kate drifted off to sleep once more
She woke up in the alcove and made her way back to the camp site even though her legs felt like jelly. Her entire body was sore, her holes destroyed and still leaking.
Despite all that, something had changed inside of her. Something new was happening, growing, and as she clutched her belly she knew she had finally found her true purpose in life.
Nothing would ever be the same.
SLITHER
Chapter One
It would be nothing more than a simple meeting, yet the stakes were high.
Christine Hale had been elected ambassador just a few days prior yet despite her young age she had more than enough experience with the matter at hand.
Mankind was not alone in the universe, a realization that came to us on a fateful night many years ago.
The first contact was peaceful enough, though a considerable amount of people did not trust the alien species. Understandable, given the oddity of the situation and their appearance.
Taller than any man on Earth and twice as muscular, thin tendrils of various lengths hanging off of their heads and deep dark eyes capable of putting the fear of god into anyone's heart, they were a force to be reckoned with despite having a somewhat humanoid appearance.
A serpent like tongue hid behind their lips, as colorful as their skin. It varied in hue and tonality, and we later learned they used it as a ranking system. Their hierarchy was organized depending on the vibrancy of the color of one's skin, putting lighter ones at the bottom.
Mankind had learned so much from them during the years, and they learned from us too. Technologically speaking they were miles ahead of us, but socially, not so much.
That was part of Christine's job - Usher in a new era of peaceful relationships between us and them, and keep upholding the traditional values of mankind, unity above all.
The previous ambassador was an old man who couldn't keep up with the tasks assigned to him, and his resignation left behind a void that someone had to fill.
Christine was fairly nervous. Her job was among the most stressful ones though she knew she could handle it - she had her special ways to ease the pressure.
One of the most peculiar thing about the new species was their fingers. They only had two of them at the end of each arm, but they could expand their size in both length and width seemingly at will.
Needless to say, a sizable number of "personal massagers" companies jumped on that idea and lined their pockets for years to come, but the few who had actual sexual encounters with the aliens kept saying that the toys didn't even come close to the real deal.
Christine often wondered how it would feel to be with one of them. All the tales she read on the internet were certainly arousing yet also had an aura of mystery that made the species feel somewhat dangerous.
She brushed those thoughts aside and focused on her work. She couldn't really afford to blow that big of an opportunity in the first week, regardless of how good the aliens could be in bed. That is, if they even wanted her at all.
Christine had had a few hits and misses with relationships, but quickly realized that no man was able to satisfy her needs. Alas, her new job wouldn't leave her with much time to pursue anything significant, a
nd at that time her career felt more appealing than love.
The days passed, blending together in a blur of boredom and stacks of documents that seemed to never end. The first official meeting was drawing near and she just couldn't wait for that day to arrive.
The alien delegation would arrive on Earth though their location would be kept under wraps due to security concerns. As for the meeting, it was nothing too special - just a formal talk to introduce Christine to the aliens.
A soft melody filled Christine's bedroom as the blinds shielding her from the sun's rays retreated, letting the light shine on her sleeping body. Soon enough Christine was awake and alert enough to begin her morning routine.
Technology was perhaps far more advanced than it needed to be thanks to the aliens' help, yet Christine was somewhat old-fashioned. She didn't seem to care about those new shower systems everyone was raving about - one would stand still as a tiny device would shoot light pulses on the body as it traveled upwards, circling them, removing any dirt or unwanted material.
No, Christine still had a normal shower. It took her more time to get ready in the morning, but it felt too good to give up.
A couple hours later she was dressed and ready to go. Her attire was fairly formal but could still make heads turn. A black tailleur and heels, the two signature weapons in her seduction arsenal.
The unmanned transport vehicle was already waiting for her on the roof of her house, its rotors idling but ready to take off at a moment's notice. Christine climbed aboard and the door shut behind her. Seconds later, the vehicle's artificial intelligence piped up.
"Good morning Miss Hale, the meeting is scheduled to start in two hours and we will arrive at the designated location soon. Refreshments are on your left and the entertainment system is right in front of you. Should you have questions, I'll be ready to answer them. Have a nice flight."
It sounded almost human, though it was easy to tell it wasn't
"Thank you, but don't worry - I know the drill," She chuckled.
Most vehicles had some form of AI that coordinated them, and virtually every person on Earth had to deal with them in some form. The technology kept improving, but some quirks still needed to be ironed out.
She turned on the entertainment center and lazily browsed the channels until she found a news show. Needless to say they were talking about her and the meeting that would soon take place, speculating about the consequences it could carry.
Christine managed to ignore those comments, turned off the system and focused on her notes. Even though every word had been essentially burned into her mind, she wanted the meeting to go as smoothly as possible.
After all she would be working with the aliens day after day, leaving a good impression was paramount.
Chapter Two
Christine's team was already waiting a the location in which the meeting was scheduled to take place.
The building looked imposing from the outside, but upon entering it the atmosphere felt rather homely. Regardless, Christine was still on edge.
Walking through the halls, gaze fixated ahead, she exuded confidence but knew she didn't really have any - and the fact that she would be alone with the aliens didn't help.
Christine took a deep breath as her hand approached the security system that would scan her before granting her access to the conference room. A few seconds later, the light halo on the door turned blue, signaling it was now open.
The door slid open revealing a grey room with a giant glass table in the middle of it, surrounded by metal frame chairs with padded cushioning. Four aliens were sitting on them, though it was a new habit for them. Their race was more focused on active action rather than passiveness.
The four creatures appeared to be at the top of the hierarchy, their vibrant skin tone almost glowing under the cold light emitting from the ceiling panels.
Christine took a moment to observe them - it was her first time seeing elites in person, and she could clearly notice they were at the top of the figurative food chain. Their bulging muscles, straining against the "clothes" they wore certainly had an effect on her.
The meeting went on without a hitch, and the aliens seemed to take quite an interest to her. By the end of it the formalities had been almost dropped, and the atmosphere took on a more friendly tone.
Even too friendly, perhaps. The aliens' demeanor appeared flirty at times, softly brushing their thick fingers on her body. Those brief touches sent shivers down her spine, but Christine had to be professional and focus on the matter at hand.
As the day was nearing its end and the sun began dipping below the horizon, Christine took some time to relax in the room she had been assigned. Laying on the bed she kept thinking about the meeting and most importantly the alien delegation.
After seeing them first hand she could understand why people claimed their sexual prowess was unrivaled.
Christine felt the arousal slowly spread through her body and her hands seemed to travel downward, to her sex, by themselves. As her fingers brushed against the fabric in front of her vulva Christine groaned in pleasure - she wanted more, but it was getting late and the following day would be stressful.
Sighing she rolled over and tried to get some rest. She wasn't too tired, but obligations had priority.
A few minutes later she received a message on her work channel, the one only a few people had access to. Upon opening it, her heart skipped a beat. The aliens had sent a request for an "after hours" meeting, off the books and records.
Christine quickly changed clothes, her sleep attire wouldn't fare too well with her extraterrestrial guests. She instead wore a skirt and a blouse, hoping to reach a perfect balance between formal and casual.
She made her way to the spot they mentioned in the message, which turned out to be a nearby recreational room.
Approaching the door she could faintly hear their voices, but she couldn't tell what they were discussing as they used their own language when talking amongst members of their race.
The aliens didn't mind human customs, but some of them did not understand - like knocking. Knowing this, Christine opened the door to the room and upon doing so, she instantly felt the aliens' gaze focus on her.
"Miss Hale, we welcome you," One of them, the crimson-skinned one, spoke. They all had deep, booming voices that seemed to blend together when they would speak at the same time, but Christine quickly got used to it.
"Good evening, what did you want to discuss?" She replied, flashing them a smile.
The Aelorians, which is how they called themselves, were an interesting case to study. Naturally there were vast amounts of differences between humanity and them, from the way they acted to the habits they held. Even their speech patterns hardly made sense from a human standpoint, but perhaps the most peculiar thing about the way they expressed their thoughts and emotions is that they always seemed to go directly to the point.
The emerald-hued Aelorian broke the silence.
"We would like to engage in sexual intercourse with you. Does this offer interest you?"
A simple sentence that made Christine's heart sink to the bottom of her body. At first she had no idea how to react, and countless possible scenarios flooded her mind. The opportunity was rare and extremely appealing, but she had a few doubts.
Still, how many women could say they had sex not only with an Aelorian, but with four of their elites?
"We know human women are particularly interested in our...Skills, as they put it," Another one declared.
Christine didn't think the meeting could take this turn, and while the confusion and doubts were slowly being replaced by a new found courage she still couldn't formulate a response.
She had to force the words out of her mouth. "I accept your offer," she sternly declared as her face took on a red hue.
Upon hearing those words, the aliens stood up and approached her, surrounding her from all sides. She looked tiny compared to them, they towered over her.
"Relax, miss Hale. W
e'll make this a night you will never forget."
Christine took a sharp breath as she felt the Aelorian's fingers elongating and enveloping her body. First her legs then her torso and arms, their colorful tentacles kept her tightly locked in place.
Their grip seemed to get stronger as the seconds passed, and Christine could feel a deep sense of warmth radiate from the tentacles, penetrating her body to the core.
The aliens began retreating their tentacles and in doing so, Christine's clothes ripped apart at the seams remaining glued to the Aelorians' fingers. She gave a quick yelp in surprise, but didn't object.
Christine stood there almost naked, the last shreds of fabric only covered her calves and part of her shoulders. Her underwear was still intact, but she had a feeling it wouldn't last for long.
She didn't even have the time to cover herself before the aliens' attention were on her body once more. Christine felt the thick tendrils wrapping across her body and pushing her towards the table. She followed the implicit instructions and climbed on it. The Aelorians quickly surrounded her again.
She couldn't tell who was doing what to her, but they certainly knew where to direct their attention. Her bra was ripped away from her body making her yelp in pain for a brief moment.
Her breasts now hung free but not for long, two tentacles swiftly wrapped themselves around them and their tip opened up to suck on Christine's turgid nipples.