Leisure Time is Pleasure Time. [alien, large insertion, orgasm control, free use]

Join Space Force, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here. It’s some kind of alien prison colony and, wherever this is, the sun doesn’t rise very often.

Our cycles don’t vary very much. Me and the crew are given just enough food, just enough socialization, and just enough exercise to remain healthy. Before we’re returned to our cells, we’re studied and experimented on in a grossly invasive manner. It’s odd how quickly I’ve gotten used to it all.

Unlike the rest of the crew, I still believe that we’ll be rescued. Most of them have given up hope, though. Some of them don’t even want to be rescued. Every day, that minority grows in number.

I’m currently in my cell, pacing back and forth. After the experimentation is the sleep cycle but, before that is what us prisoners have begun to refer to as ‘leisure time’.

I glance at the bulb above the doorway. It’s still green but it won’t remain that way for long. I had been trying to devise an escape plan but this is the only time of day I had to think and it was soon to be interrupted.

As soon as I the thought crossed my mind the light turns a bright red. I swallow and move over to the bed. The uniform we’re given is little more than a hospital gown and it easily slips off my shoulders. I let it fall unceremoniously around my ankles before stepping out of the pile and and laying on my back. The bed is small and sturdy. Comfort wasn’t high on the list of priorities the wardens had but it served its purpose.

I’m not a stranger to what’s about to happen. I eye the door nervously as I lift my arms up. My captors were mostly humanoid though the particulars of their physiology were obscured by the suits they wore to facilitate breathing in the atmosphere they had created for us. Their language was impossible to understand and they made no attempt at teaching it to us.

They weren’t the only other beings here, though. Or, rather, us humans weren’t their only prisoners. The door opens and through it steps my partner. This alien creature was assigned to me. I assume that was the case because, since the first day ‘leisure time’ was enacted, I hadn’t been given a different partner.

He was mammalian or something close to it, almost seven feet tall with a musculature that could break me in half if he wasn’t kept tame. I imagine it has something to do with the silver collar around his neck. He had four arms, two of which were smaller, almost vestigial, though more muscular than a human male’s. Often, they would be used to grab hold of me while he had his way.

He looks at me with his six eyes – two large and four quite small, planted in either side of his elongated skull in neat rows – and I wonder if he recognizes me. He’s never once acknowledged me as another being. It takes him only three steps in his behemoth stride to cross the room and take place at the foot of my bed. I swallow and cast a glance behind him to the guards that had escorted him here. They observe only until the doors close, leaving us in the semblance of privacy.

The bed creaks as he climbs on top of it. I imagine he weighed more than three hundred pounds with his body covered in short, coarse hairs. I wouldn’t dare touch him and kept my hands underneath my pillow as he grabbed my legs with his more powerful pair of arms and lifted them into the air. As he spread them and exposed my slit to the cold air, I was ashamed of how wet I was.

His cock…his sex, was as terrifying as he was. It was usually kept tucked inside his body but, as though in reaction to my own arousal, it began descending to hang between his muscular thighs. My eyes widened, much as they had the first time I’d seen it, as the thirteen-inch appendage snaked its way out of his body. It was misshapen by human standards, more a disgusting meat club than something made for giving pleasure. It wasn’t covered by any skin and I could see hundreds of thousands of blood vessels working to supply it with blood.

I whimper as he pressed my knees to the mattress. It hurts and I’m ashamed to have my holes exposed in front of him although he’s had me more times than I can count. His inner arms grab hold of my knees as his main arms support his weight while he mounts me. He’s always careful, almost delicate as he positions his tapered tip at the entrance of my cunt.

A clear, sticky fluid drips from his cock and slathers between my legs. It’s secreted from the membrane around his cock and serves as a lubrication – one that’s sorely needed, despite my wetness – and, considering the scent of it was enough to make me half-lidded and almost drunk with desire, it was also some sort of aphrodisiac. The shape of his cock was almost as though designed to mate with the smaller female. The tip of it was narrow but it soon flared into his full, brutal girth. My pupils dilate as I watch his secretion drip onto me. It’s some sort of pre-mating ritual. The effect of his fluid mixing with mine is enough to make me spasm. My loins ache with desire, my cunt flooding and dripping onto the sheets. He hasn’t even begun and I’m already a leaky mess.

He reacts to my heightened state of arousal by unleashing a torrent of precum. It’s enough to bathe my crotch in his essence and I can’t help but moan as every nerve ending between my legs burns with the desire to mate.

“J-just do it,” I cry, looking up at him. I wonder if his species is even sentient. The next sound out of my mouth is a cry of pain…or ecstasy as he plunges his cock inside me.

The single thrust is enough to coat my insides with his aphrodisiac. I had felt this before. This all-consuming desire to be absolutely fucked out of my mind by this beast. I’m no longer surprised as my hole accommodates this monster. Stretching around him isn’t the hard part but I cry out as he presses against my cervix and I hear him moan for the first time. Inside me, his tip flares and suctions against my cervix. For a moment, the pain is unbearable but after a washing of his precum, I’m gritting my teeth to stop myself from crying out for more.

He mounts me, totally folding me over and pinning me to the bed. He grunts. His hips thrust into me as I grab the pillow. Every time his cock slams into my center, it’s as though a bolt of lightning shoots up my spine directly into the pleasure centers of my brain, commanding me to climax.

“Fuck,” I moan, screwing my eyes shut and turning away.

He grunts again, hips slamming into me as the maximum of his length that my anatomy allows buries itself in me. It would be pointless to ask for him to be gentle, or even to beg for mercy. I can only lay here, a meat socket for this alien buck. I’m as much his leisure as he’s supposed to be mine. As he indulges in my cunt, I bite my lip and focus with all my might on stopping myself from crossing the threshold of orgasm. I refuse to succumb and give up the last bit of my freedom.

It’s not easy. His stamina is impressive. His thrusts are unrelenting. His grunts fill my ear as the room grows pungent with the smell of our sex. My body is slick with sweat, every muscle screaming as I clench everything I can while I fight the urge to give in.

After what seems like an eternity of pleasure, his own body grows rigid and I feel myself being pumped full of his seed. It’s as though a solid pint of his almost-gelatinous semen is shoved inside my womb. My own cervix betrays me, having been kissing his tip greedily for the entire ordeal and now greedily drinking all he had to give.

He pulls out soon afterwards. Through my blurry focus, I can see his disappointment as his ejaculate oozes out of my gaping cunt and goes to waste on the mattress.

I turn to myself and sob, spasming as I curl myself into a ball and watch him being escorted out of the room.

I…I don’t think I want to leave…

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