1
I laid in bed and lazily scrolled through the feed that displayed holographically above the entertainment console. As usual, there was nothing interesting. At least, there was nothing I hadn’t seen before over half a dozen times. That was one of the major drawbacks of working on an out-of-galaxy research station.
The display flickered as I waved my hand dismissively and one by one the dancing figures faded from view.
I rolled over to my back and groaned loudly as I stretched to get rid of the tightness in my muscles before turning over on the spot and sighing loudly. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows and washed my body. I wished to myself that I could go to sleep and wake up at the end of my deployment.
Then again, I thought to myself, there isn’t much waiting for me back home anyway.
Home was a distant memory for me. That was by choice. A girl like me was never supposed to have left the farmlands. I was supposed to stay at home and be satisfied with the wide-open skies that stretched above the endless wheat fields. I should be married by now, satisfied with a husband who thought himself lucky to land himself a young, red haired, green eyed, wife; wondering why he no longer told me that he thought my freckles unique or beautiful; waiting until he grew cold, resentful, frustrated with the fact that he was stuck in that small town and, finally, until he took that frustration out on me.
I exhaled sharply from my nose and shook myself awake. Yes, I was far away from home. But as far as I was concerned, anything was better than the life I left behind. There had to be something better I could make for myself, even if I had to travel millions of lightyears and trade the clear, blue skies for light green ones.
I was just about to drift off when a sharp chirping snapped me to alertness. I stretched once more and let the com-link ring for a few seconds before I forced myself off the bed and crossed the room to answer it.
“Yeah?” I said. I tried my best to make my voice sound authoritative and, more than that, I tried to give off the impression that I had something better to do than stand around talking. “What is it? I’m busy.”
“H-hi, Ms. Rhodes,” came a mousy voice. I recognized it as belonging to one of the researchers that worked on the base. “We have an issue and I was told that I should contact you and get you up here to main hall. I’m really sorry to bother you.”
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“There’s a ship hovering in the, uh, lower atmosphere. We’re quite sure they’re observing us.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said. “We’re not due for a resupply visit for another three months.”
“Yes. Yes, we know. That’s the issue.”
“Ah, I see…”
2
I awoke surrounded by bright white lights and with a constant, low hum filling my head. At first it was a struggle just to get my eyes open. It was only when I tried to sit up that I realized I was restrained.
At first, I struggled to understand my surroundings. When I looked around, I saw what I could only guess were large, floating eggs. They were oval pods – colored white – that floated several inches off the ground. Under each was a circular platform that emanated a soft, blue light and seemed to keep the pod above it suspended within a manageable amount of space.
I tried to move once again but found my wrists and ankles secured by some alien technology. While there were no physical restraints on me, the range of movement over my extremities was severely limited. It was as though I had been placed in a state of sleep paralysis where my body wouldn’t move no matter how much I tried.
Luckily, I could still turn my head though there wasn’t much to see. I was in a large room that was immaculately clean. The bright, white lights gave the room an eerie feel. The lack of shadows made everything look strange and flat. Every time I moved my head, it felt like there was a delay until my brain could catch up and really grasp the perspective of my surrounds.
Movement at the far side of the room caught my eye. What I thought was a solid wall slid open and three slender figures entered the room. They were all over six-feet-tall and had bluish-grey skin. They wore white gowns that left only their arms, heads and necks exposed. Everything about them was skeletal, from their skinny necks to their long, slender fingers. Their heads were large and misshapen with lipless mouths and eyes that were set deep in the sockets.
They spoke to each other as the walked among the pod and were totally engrossed in their conversation. So much so that they paid me no mind as I yelled to get their attention. “Hey!” I screamed, “Let me out!”
The aliens paid me no mind. One had in his hands what I assumed was their version of a clipboard. He seemed to be informing his associates about whatever its contents said and they both had expressions that I couldn’t decipher as they listened.
They moved in unison to the far side of the room and gathered around one of the pods. I looked on as one of the three waved his hands over it and a display appeared for him to read. Even though I was close enough to see the lettering, its obvious alien nature rendered the information useless to me. The alien uttered a word of confirmation to his allies and then beckoned the pod to follow him with a wave of his hand. The three then left the room as quickly as they came with the pod floating silently behind them. I screamed once more but it was obvious that they couldn’t hear me. From what I could gather, I was inside one of the pods and they seemed to be completely soundproof.
My time in the room passed slowly. Every hour or so, they trio would return. One by one, they took pods from the room. The order seemed arbitrary and I counted seven visits before they finally stopped at mine.
After inspecting my pod as they had done for all the others, they beckoned it to follow before turning to leave the room. My heart raced and I tried my best to slow it. Anxiety crept up and, if I could move, I was certain I would be thrashing around. As things happened to be, I was forced to only observe as I was led through wherever I was being held.
3
I had thought, at first, that I was being held on a spaceship of some sort. Once I was out of the room, I realized that I was wrong.
I was certainly on ground base. From what I could gather as I floated through the halls, it was some sort of research facility similar to where I had been posted, myself. I saw dozens of aliens as they busied themselves. They seemed to all be in small groups ranging from three to five individuals. The smaller groups led pods similar to the one I imagined myself in, while the larger groups led larger, more imposing life forms that were free to walk on their own. However, these were kept in check, both by being physically restrained, as well as the additional two handlers keeping weapons trained on them at all times.
It was like being led through an alien zoo and, frankly, I felt like an animal that had been recently captured and added to it. I figured that the other pods held other humans that they captured on the base, though I couldn’t remember whatever skirmish took place once they had arrived.
I remembered getting dressed once the com-link had severed the connection. My uniform clearly depicted that I was a member of the base’s security forces, but it was in no way designed for actual combat. All weapons on the base were effective, but only designed for crowd control and were all non-lethal. Even if we were to put up a fight against a hostile force, death or capture would be the only two outcomes. For now, I was grateful that it was the latter.
The aliens left me through to a large, open area. The architecture was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was large and open without any pillars or supporting walls to keep the ceiling from collapsing in onto itself. Every surface in the structure, including the walls, roof, and floor seemed to be of the same material. It operated as though it was a living organism onto itself, moving and reshaping itself as the aliens needed. There were no doors, but the walls would shift and open without any visible direction from those that walked through the spaces created. It was the same for any sitting or supporting ledges. Sometimes an alien would seem to discard an object carelessly, only for the floor itself to catch and support the item.
This society, whatever they were, seemed to be clearly more advanced than we were. Usually that was considered a good thing. Humanity had encountered several alien races before and from our past experience, as well as from the training I had received, the more intelligent an alien society was, the more likely they were to be able to treat us with at least very limited hostility. I had only to wait until I was let out of the pod so that I could make an attempt to communicate with my captors.
4
There was certainly gravity on this planet and it was very similar to Earth’s or the artificial gravity we had created in the research base. I learned this when my pod practically dissolved around me, sending me crashing to the floor.
I struggled to collect myself as I tried to rise from the crumpled heap I had collapsed into. I was in no rush to stand up. I knew I was alone.
The aliens had directed the pod to enter the room without them. It floated to the centre of it before it deposited me without warning and, now, I stood there alone as I saw the material the pod was made of dissolve into and be absorbed by the surface of the floor.
I crossed the room with uneasy steps and wrapped my arms around myself. I was naked, but the cold environment rendered my skin almost numb. My fingers, as well as the rest of my joints, ached but I ignored the pain as I approached the wall back towards where I entered the room.
“Hello,” I said nervously. I tried to get the wall to open by gesticulating in different ways towards it. I knew that any attempt to open it would be futile but it couldn’t hurt to try. “Hello!” I repeated myself as I stepped closer to the wall. It was somewhat reflective and I could make out a blurry image of myself in its surface. “I know you can see me,” I said. “I’m talking to you. Communicating with my mouth, you know…intelligent species?”
Despite what I said, I didn’t feel quite that intelligent speaking to wall. I didn’t know for sure that they were on the other side of it but I couldn’t imagine I had been placed here and released not to be observed. They were clearly scientists of some sort and I had to believe I was being researched. Hopefully that research did not involve taking out my internal organs.
“Hello!” I called out once more. I raised my hand to pound on the wall but, as I did, I found myself sprayed by a warm liquid. I coughed as the foul-smelling chemical shot directly at my face and I stumbled backwards towards the centre of the room. “What the fuck?!” I shouted.
I slipped or, rather, the floor shifted to take me off my balance and I collapsed to all fours. Whatever I was sprayed with didn’t burn but it smelled repulsive. It reminded me of ammonia if it was mixed with the most foul body odour I could imagine. I tried to stand up again but when I tried to push myself to my feet, I found my hands attached to the ground. I pulled as firmly as I could but the surface of the floor itself crept up around my hands before securing itself snugly around my forearms. It didn’t hurt, but I felt a panic rise in me. Even as I struggled to free my arms, I felt my legs become similarly encased by whatever this material was.
All around me, the ground twisted and pulled itself into the air as several slender hoses created themselves and directed their tips towards me. I held my breath instinctively and buried my face in my shoulder as I was sprayed once again. The hoses moved themselves around me and made sure every exposed inch of my body was covered by the fluid. “Okay!” I cried, “I won’t do it again!”
Regardless of what I said, I wasn’t even sure that I was being punished. I just wanted the application of whatever this was to end.
Suddenly, as though in response to my words, the spray stopped. I whimpered as the hoses retracted and disappeared once more into the floor. I felt my eyes tear up. Part of it was the stench of the chemical that now practically dripped off my body and stained my pale skin a light yellow but, for the first time since I woke up. I was genuinely terrified.
I tried to hand my head between my shoulders but soon after found my neck supported by a yoke that had risen out of the ground. It had formed a Y-shape as it rose from below. Once it lifted my head so that I faced forward, it wrapped around my neck to hold me in place. The ground followed suit, rising to support my body as I was lifted slowly into the air.
I found myself laid on my stomach with my arms and legs pinned and useless. I squirmed, but it was useless. I felt like an animal, humiliated and totally taken advantage of. I struggled once more and groaned loudly as I tried in vain to pull my limbs free. The more I strained against the restraints, the more tightly they seemed to hold onto me.
Once I had satisfied myself that I would not be released anytime soon, I gave up and relaxed. It had been perhaps ten hours since I awoke in the pod and I had neither eaten nor drank anything in that time. I was exhausted.
5
I awoke to the sound of alien chatter. I tried to look around but I was still secured in the position I had fallen asleep in which did absolutely nothing to improve my mood. The stream of obscenities that flowed from my mouth when I realized my captors were studying me like an animal probably wasn’t the type of greeting that I should have extended but, thankfully, I had soon after became almost certain that they held no interest in communicating.
They ignored everything I said and circled me. They spoke to each other in their alien language and exchanged curious sounds. They touched my body, studying my muscles, my joints, and my skin. One spoke more at length than the other two who seemed to be making notes or recordings of his assumptions. After what seemed like half an hour of endless babble, the lead alien called out towards the wall that stood ahead of me.
The wall split itself apart like a living membrane and I could see another group of six aliens through the newly created opening. Five were the same race as my captors but the sixth was something much larger and much more intimidating. Whatever it was towered over its captors who all seemed as terrified of it as I felt. As soon as the group entered the room, the smaller aliens dispersed into a wide arc so they could give the larger one space.
The creature – the being – was almost nine feet tall. Reptilian in nature, it had four limbs that it used to move as well as a long tail that dragged behind it as it moved lazily at the command of its captors. Its front limbs were long, large arms that were wrapped in enough muscle to make them as thick as a tree trunk. It moved on the knuckles of its three-digit hands and each time it pressed its forelimbs into the ground to support itself, it made a heavy thud. The vibrations of its powerful, muscular body moving across the ground wracked my body and I whimpered with each new movement it made.
Its hind legs were smaller, but still as thick as my waist. Its knees bent outward in a wide angle, giving an appearance as though it was always crouched. It had smooth, lime-green skin and reminded me of a picture I had seen long ago of a frog clinging to a tree branch in a rainforest. I decided that’s what the creature was: some abominable cross between a giant, tropical frog and a python.
The aliens barked orders and it hissed in response. Like me, it was clearly not pleased to be where it found itself; unlike me, it only complied because of the weapons that never aimed anywhere but either side of its head.
One alien approached the larger being. He seemed unafraid but deliberately stopped far out of reach of the powerful forelimbs that kneaded the ground in visible agitation. It said something to the snake-frog-thing and, when it elicited no response, it repeated the statement. The larger alien studied its much smaller captors. It’s amber eyes blinked sideways before its head extended up from between its shoulders in a very snake-like manner.
It stepped forward and moved past its captors without harming them. They kept their weapons trained on the creature until it was between me and all of them, then one-by-one, they backed out of the room. “H-hey!” I cried out as they left me alone with the creature. As I spoke, the reptilian’s neck swung sharply towards me. As the last of the humanoids made his way out of the room, I was studied up close by an eyeball twice the size of my fist.
“H…h-hello…” I said.
The creature hissed sharply and swung its head away. It slowly retracted its neck back into its shoulders and strutted around the room as though totally disinterested in me.
I whimpered with each movement it made. My followed it when it was in front of me but when it sauntered behind me, I was forced to beat the anxiety of having the monstrous entity in my blind spot.
While I was tried to figure out what the aliens had planned, the hoses raised from the floor once more. I held my breath and closed my eyes as I was doused yet again in the foul-smelling chemical. While it was not as bad as before, mostly because I expected it now, I once again found myself dripping with the stench of whatever they sprayed me with.
I coughed and tried as best as I could to shake my head free of whatever still clung to my hair. As I did, I realized that I could no longer hear the reptilian’s movement. Rather, it was as though it now remained perfectly still.
I swallowed. As I was unable to turn me head, I couldn’t see what it was doing. I knew it was there. Somehow, I was able to sense its presence even though it remained perfectly still. It was as though the creature didn’t even breath and I felt panic creep up on me once more.
I both heard and felt a thud as the creature took a step. The second thud was all I needed to know that it was approaching me from behind. It moved slowly and deliberately. It was as though I was being stalked, though in my current state I felt more like a meal offered up on a platter than prey.
I shut my eyes and prepared for the worst as I the reptilian set itself upon me but the pain I expected never came. Instead I felt the sickening sensation of its long tongue as it licked my back. I whimpered in quiet confusion as it did.
I felt its snake-like tongue drag across my skin, moving my lower back to my neck where it wrapped around my face. I gasped and tried to pull away but I was secured way too tightly to put up any protest. Perhaps that was for the best.
The tongue moved over every inch of my body and I soon could tell that it enjoyed the taste of whatever they sprayed me with. I cried out as it licked my shoulders and down the side of my torso. I don’t know why I expected decency but it showed no restraint as it moved its tongue down between my legs and licked at my slit.
Once it tasted my sex, it seemed spurred to lick more eagerly and I let out a sound halfway between a pained groan and a reluctant moan.
“Leave me alone,” I whimpered. “Please.”
My pleads were in vain. It licked my cunt, going so far as to probe my insides with its long tongue as it sought the source of the wetness that reluctantly flowed from my hole.
My skin crawled as it nuzzled its massive maw against the seat of my ass. Its tongue was as thick as three of my fingers and there was little in the way of consideration as it forced it up inside me until it coiled against my cervix.
The pain was almost unbearable, but I dared not scream for fear of startling it. It made a sharp trilling sound and quickly retracted its tongue from inside me. I gasped as it did. My chest was heaving against the platform that supported me and sweat dripped from my brow. I had been holding my breath without realizing as I restrained my voice, and now I felt lightheaded as I sucked hard on the air.
My vision blurred and I grew dizzy but, even in my weakened state, I could see the hoses raise from the floor once again. “N-no!” I yelled. “Please…don’t!”
The hoses aimed at me and I braced myself to be sprayed once more but the dousing of chemical didn’t come. Instead the hoses moved back out of my range of vision and I heard the creature cry out and thrash wildly as they sprayed it instead of me.
Unlike the chemical that they doused me with, the smell that filled the room was absolutely intoxicating. It smelled wild, raw, and musky. Without realizing it, my jaw hung loose and my tongue freed itself from my mouth as I drooled all over myself. My skin grew hot and I felt as though I burned from within.
I was panting, moaning and groaning uncontrollably as my body begged to be free just to writhe in frustration. My thoughts were cloudy. It was as though I was drunk or very sleepy, yet I felt as though I could run a mile in three minutes.
I cried out as I felt one of the hoses jam itself inside my cunt and moaned reluctantly as it sprayed chemical inside me until it filled me up and spilled onto the ground. The chemical – the pheromone – whatever it was, once applied to my insides made scream. It was as though my insides squirmed involuntarily. I was consumed by what I could only describe as an incessant, frustrating itch that set itself deep in my loins. I needed to sooth it. I wanted nothing more than to have something, anything, anyone to shove something inside me and churn away at my belly until the itching stopped.
The hoses then directed themselves to me once more. I was surrounded by many of them, more than I could count, and I knew well what was about to happen. I wanted it to happen.
I was sprayed with the chemical but, now, I revelled in its stench. I arched my back and presented my ass as the foul liquid dripped from my skin. I had no shame. I just wanted the burning in my belly to be satisfied.
I felt the creature grab hold of my backside. The inside of its palms was covered in a smooth, sticky membrane that clung to my skin with ease. It made sense now, why it walked on its knuckles. It moved over me and I felt what I needed.
When the reptilian had entered the room, I had not noticed any indication that it was male. However, now that were had both been sprayed with respective pheromones, its hidden penis had revealed itself from wherever it was kept inside its body.
I moaned as it was mounted from behind. The cock that was being dragged between my buttocks was thick. It was more like a wide, flat tongue than any phallus I could imagine. It was as thick as my thick but soft, almost like jelly. It moved freely, though, as though the creature could control his penis freely. His forelimbs planted themselves onto the floor on either side of my and I heard it scramble its hind legs up onto the platform. There was no space but he used his physiology to plant the soles of his feet on either side of the structure that supported me.
His cock searched while I studied the creature’s shadow. “Do it,” I whispered. “Do it…do it…do it…ah!” I cried out as his tip found my cunt and he shoved inside me. He contracted the tip of his cock and made it firm so that he could penetrate me but was still the girth of a grown man’s forearm when he barrelled himself inside me.
I groaned and bite my lip in a pathetic attempt to remain quiet as I felt myself being stretched way past what I thought my limits could possibly be. My entrance burned but my insides screamed in joy as his cock filled me up. He contracted more of his cock and shoved as much of it inside me as my body could accommodate. I felt what remained flare out against the seat of my ass as his make-shift shaft coiled and squirmed inside me.
I grit my teeth and found myself screaming obscenities once more, though now for a completely different reason. He had no technique. On his part, the act was clinical, emotionless and totally lifeless outside of the way his cock squirmed inside me. His body remained perfectly still, like mine was forced to be, but if I were free, I would have been wildly bucking my hips against his.
I moaned and felt a pressure build inside my body that rose from my womb and travelled to my head until I felt I was about to pass out from the pleasure. When I climaxed the first time, my walls trembled and clenched as I tried in vain to hold onto the cock that thrashed around my insides like a living creature.
As though in response to the way I clenched on him, his cock expanded wildly. I screamed as he filled me, inflating once more to his full size like a balloon. Thankfully his cock once again grew soft and gelatinous so my hole wasn’t town apart as he did. As it stood, he now found himself stuck as my opening decided it would stretch no further and clamped on his…whatever it was.
He did not react at all. For the next few hours while I had his alien cock implanted in me, he remained perfectly still. It was as though he was conserving energy as the swollen mass inside me kept me stretched and cumming continuously.
At some point my brain turned off and I grew as still as he was. I came, over and over, one starting before the previous one ended, and drooled on myself in a state of perpetual climax.
When I came to, I was once again where I had initially found myself. I looked around and saw not dozens, but hundreds of pods stored in a large, open area. Each hummed as it suspended itself in the air and, inside every one of them, I knew were women – or females at the very least – who each waited eagerly to be beckoned once more for study.
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