*Note: The "Alien" tag is a bit of a stretch, I know, but… it's sortta true.*
It's the fall season and a slightly colder day on the planet Harimai. My slaves work without complaint as my sons watch over them. I'm relaxing on my rocking chair with a glass of mixed whisky and orange-spice.
Night comes and it's time to finish for the day. My sons heard the slaves to their stables, for the night. One of them turns on the "firestone" to amuse and entertain them. And a little later they will also bring them loaves of flavored-bread, beer, and various pastries for the night.
Like any other man I can get bored and I wish to entertain my mind, and my indoor house slaves will entertain me for that reason. A female, and like her male counterparts, not as bright. She stands at 5 feet and 6 inches tall, dark-tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes.
I bought her from a nursery at a large city while she was still very young. At the time, when I bought, her I simply had in mind for her to tend the small flower gardens surrounding my household. But as she grew up… she developed quite the lustful body.
She now does very little housework as per my instruction, and now she enjoys a life of indoor rest and luxury. She strolls inside the house wearing little more than a elaborate white loincloth covering her front and back of her hips, lightly gilded cuffs over her wrists and ankles, she fancies a pair of green sandals for her feet and honestly I didn't mind buying them for her.
Upwards she wares a leather collar around her throat. Other than that she's completely naked with her exposed breasts always out in display.
I approach her while she watches a children's show on the large monitor in the entertainment-den. She sees me and sits herself upright facing me on her knees and holds out her breasts with her hands in presentation.
I reach down and gently grip one mound of soft flesh and gently pull her up with it.
"Come with me." And she follows. I have plans tonight to push the body of this slave to the limits of pleasure and madness.
No, I don't take her down to a dark dungeon with fluttering-bats half a mile below the soil. I take her to the small building near the outdoor garden-bath. It's fragrant during the summer and surrounded by songbirds as well. While it could be heated even during the winter.
But enough of the bath, back to this slave that I hold by the breast and guide into the building. The door opens and we enter, it closes.
We approach the center of the room when– *buzzz* My phone hums against my leg. The screen of the crystal display says it's Robert.
"What is it?" I ask.
"A drone has a fever and is sweating. I'd like to take him to the city and have him checked."
"Yes, do so. Take some money from the box, and go." My slaves may never know what it is to be free as they would in there savage state from the outlands, but I do take care of them. Besides it's expensive to outright replace a slave, especially if the sickness would be so easily cured. And a sick slave can affect other slaves, a much more costly and avoidable error.
I look back at my slave as she curiously looks at the device in my hand. Slightly confused hearing Robert's voice but not acctually seeing him nearby. I don't care to explain it to her. Not that she'd remember even If I did tell her.
I brought her to the center of the room and left her there. I walked to the wall and pressed a panel open and it slid open to either side. Inside were several small containers, each one no bigger than 4 inches high and 7 inches around. The lower shelf held black containers, the two middle shelves held dark green containers, then the top shelf brown ones. I pick a middle one.
Into a small cup I pour from the green container a grey-sludge substance. It's not even an ounce being poured in, then I pour a common sweet syrup filling it near to the top. Then gave it to her. She knows the syrup after a quick sniff of the cup and greedily drinks it. Usually the syrup is given only as a reward for good behavior. She does not know what is ahead.
After a moment, she feels her heart lurch from inside, the cup drops from her hand then she collapses on the floor. She's not dead, nor is she in any "real" danger.
I bring out my "book" and open it. Inside is my tablet and it displays the slave and the room as an iridescent holographic image above the glass surface. Interestingly it also shows beneath the room, and it's contents below.
The image shows her body clearly and her represented glow is replaced by a shift of color to blue. I walk to her defenseless body and a simple tug removes the simple loincloth away.
I tap my foot against the floor and a simple stool emerges from the floor for me to sit on.
I tap my fingers against the tablet and drag my fingers up then make a circle around the displayed body. From the floor, a sludge creeps from below and begins capturing the slave. First a leg, then her two hands, then her second leg. I draw on the tablet again and it rights her on her hands and knees. I draw again a straight line then the sludge begins entering her mouth then moves up into her nasal passage and out her nostrils, rejoining at the mouth forming an unnatural head-collar.
I draw again on the tablet a line upwards and a circle motion then a press down. Her eyes become enslaved as it invades her skull to the brain. A tiny micro-slaver wraps around the ocular nerves and hijacks her sight. Now she only sees what I wish her to see.
I draw again, a motion downward, and with finality, the encircled motion.
I took a few moments for anything to be seen, but from her exposed sex, her clit emerged then engorged to a few inches.
I draw and tap on the image of her brain. Suddenly she very awake, and panics at her immobility, blindness, the intrusion of her nose, and agony of arousal all at the same time.
I draw again motions and now her clit surges in volume in size. It grows a few inches to three inches, the five more inches, and five more again. She moans a droned cry of agony, aroused to agony and helpless to do anything bound to organic shackles she cannot see nor fight against.
And it goes she wails a howl and unnatural moan as her clit lengthens twelve inches and steadily grows again and again.
I smirk and adjust my own swollen arousal. Her body helpless as her clit betrays its host body, it grows again and again, now four and a half feet long and not stopping. It grows again to six feet then eight feet. Eleven feet then fourteen, eighteen then twenty-three feet, twenty-eight, thirty-one then thirty-five feet. It stops.
She breaths like an animal having run a year long marathon and mated with 100 males an hour. Her breath is as ragged and as her brain cannot comprehend what it is she feels.
I draw again, and wait a moment. A minute passes then it happens. Like a snake from the ground her lengthened clit raises from the ground and moves as I draw on my tablet accordingly.
Her words are nothing but sounds from her open gaped mouth. A mouth ready for intrusion.
I draw in half circles, and the head of her own clit invades her mouth, and dives deep down her throat then reaching her stomach.
Could she form words, even if I released her now? I wonder…. nah.
I draw again and intruding organ coils into a ball filling the bulk of her stomach forming a noticeable bulge in her stomach seen from outside by me. Now… it presses further, It enters further past her stomach and into her small digestive-track, it worms and coils further along and down careful to not in anyway rupture the intestinal walls. Onward and forward, it reaches the large-intestine.
A quick red-flash from the tablet tells me she has passed out. Can't have that. I tap my finger on her represented brain and awaken her. She groans aloud an unnatural sound.
Back to the fun. I motion for her own traitor to enlarge it's girth and push onwards, and it obeys. Her clit swells to the girth of a bull and drives itself out reaching her anus.
I draw in motion, then the head of it begins slamming the inside of her asshole as if trying to get out.
I draw again, this time it fattens and presses against the exit stopping short of exiting her ass. She moans unnatural sounds that would frighten some if heard unknowingly.
I just notice her slit is dripping wet. Not just "she's aroused" It's as if someone left a garden hose inside running and a steady flow of fluid just keeps pouring out. Her body shines with sweat and reaks a sent of a certain foulness.
Finally I command her sensitive-traitor to force itself out. And like a worm from the moist earth, it emerges twenty inches out. An organ naturally not even a inch in length, writhing from her ass as a snake that wrestles on the ground.
I just sit there, admiring my work. I draw and gently let her down on her back and release her arms and legs. Her toes splay outwards, her fingers curl like claws, her eyes dart around searching for light from anywhere.
I walk over to her and give a firm swat on her rump. She writhes on the ground in a contorted fashion. Her exposed clit outside her stomach grinds and presses against the floor as she howls. She makes another sound that I can't even call "moaning"
Oh, I know what will drive her crazy. I turn my attention back to her obscene "tail" and grab it quite firmly and drag her along the ground. The firmness of the grip and being dragged force sensations into her not meant to be felt. The mouth-sounds she's making are more than just a little unsettling, I'll admit.
I draw again a half circle then a square shape, and her body becomes stiff. I grip her "tail" again and lift raising the lower half of her body upright. Her body stays where I left it, defying the natural gravity of wanting to drop to the ground.
I handle her misshaped organ again then maneuver the tip into her sex-passage deeply. And there it stays.
On command I force it to fatten inside her. And the new noises from her mouth are just otherworldly.
It twitches and pulses inside and forces itself upwards pressing a second smaller bulge under her stomach.
Her body is dripping with fluid uncontrollably no matter what I do to her. Or even absent what I do to her, whatever.
I grab one of her tits again and just mashed and rolled the fun-flesh in my hands.
Well what now? I wonder…. What else can I do to amuse myself? … Ah, I know.
I walk over to a wall and push the wall-panel open to either side reveling a shallow cold-box and pull out a bottle of not-very expensive liquor, and return to her.
I lowered her to lay flat on her back and I draw a "V" on the tablet then a oval, then tap open her mouth and fix it in position.
The sludge reforms around her head and forms a funnel over her mouth, and it stretches the narrow spout down her throat in competition with her invaded organ stopping at the top of her stomach. I prop her body up at an angle, open the bottle, then pour it's contents down her open mouth and unprotected throat.
I don't advise my children to drink heavy. A little is okay, and an occasional festival amount of drink can be tolerated, but what this slave is taking in could keep her under a hangover for days.
A fifth, then half, then soon enough the entire bottle empties to the last drop. I tap then pinch on the tablet as I remove the bottle from her mouth.
I can not fathom what she feels, and I admit perhaps I ought to be thankful not to be in her position. Her body convulses, she feels as if she should eject the liquor, but no matter how she dry-heaves, nothing is coming out.
I readjust myself in my pants.
I sit there on my floor-stool for a few minutes just watching her dry-heave, moan, groan, writhe. I just watch, nothing else. She makes those slightly unnerving sounds, and then she makes those other unnatural sounds that sends a chalkboard scratch from my knees to the front of my chest.
She passes out again.
Well I think that enough fun for the night. I draw a final time. Her body heaves with a writhe, then her mutated molested clit deflates and begins a quick withdraw out of her sex then back into her ass, her intestines quiver as it withdraws into the stomach and uncoils its mass, it withdraws out the throat and out the mouth, and finally shrinks down back into her body between her legs where it rightfully belongs like any normal woman, slave or otherwise.
The sludge drips out of her from every possible orifice and rests back in the floor below.
I straddle her body and place the tablet above her face, observing the holographic representation of her brain. I rotate the image around, back and forth. Well… I don't see anything broken. Nothing snapped.
Well I've held myself off more than long enough. I tap a rectangle on the floor and a table raises lifting her to hip height to myself. I manipulate her body again face down, and position her ass hanging off the edge.
My cock pushes into her ass, ahhh…. it's the long-wait that makes it all the worth while. It's a quick fuck and I don't intend to drag it out any longer than I have too. Just a few more strokes, and I orgasm inside her, and sigh.
Must be dinner time. Perhaps a simple dish of potatoes and vegetables. I look at my tablet a final time and bring up a timeline highlighted in white. *tap-tap, swipe* She'll be sore and hungover tomorrow but she won't remember this room or what happened in it.
I wake up the next morning damn near the crack of dawn, shower, dress, and join my family for breakfast. Johnathan makes his favorite meal for us all, and a few sweet-cakes for his little sisters.
The indoor house slaves also have breakfast at their table cereal with milk and a pastry. My slave from last night is also there, trying to eat her pastry with an obviously degree of difficulty. Eventually they finished and went their ways accordingly.
Well… another day of work.
Constructive criticism always welcomed, and I hope you enjoyed this as I did writing it.
My name is John, I'm a pretty average guy. People say I'm nice and relatively good looking but i don't have much luck in the woman's department. I'm 18, just got out of high school, probably gonna be yelled at by my parents to either apply for college or get a job, well you know the drill. I'm also a typical horny teenager who masturbates regularly and watches a lot of porn in his room. And just like any other day i was sitting in front of my computer beating it, but what wasn't the same with me and probably most other teenagers was what kind of porn i was into.
It all started last year when a mate from school came over to show me something. He said "dude, you gotta check this out man, my uncle showed it to me", "what is it?" i asked, "you know how we always wanted to see those little jailbait girls get fucked? well this is it man, look". He put the files in the computer and clicked on a folder called collections. He played a video and said "this is my favorite one". It was a thirteen year old girl getting pounded hard by a huge cock. I couldn't believe what i was seeing, my cock was rock hard and my jaw was about to fall off, i was so excited. He gave me all the videos and after a while of chit chat he left. Since then all I ever jacked off to was those videos. It even came to the point where i searched for videos of even younger girls.
The next day my mother called to ask what i wanted for dinner, I told her the usual pork chops. Before she hung up she said "oh by the way hon, the Johnson's asked if anyone could help babysit for them tomorrow night, and i said that your not very busy and would love to do it". The Johnsons were our next door neighbors. We've been neighbors with them for as long as i can remember. I personally don't know them that well, but my parents do. I knew they had an 9 year old daughter called Angie who I've met a few times when they invited us to dinner. The last time was quite some time ago though, almost a year. I told my mom "What? i never said that", "oh don't worry they'll pay you, besides you really don't have anything to do anyway", "oh, well okay then i guess". I guess i saw no harm in spending one night to watch a little kid if it meant i was gonna get paid.
Morning came and i had a morning boner as usual. Well at least i thought it was morning. Ever since summer started i had turned my hours around completely. It was almost 4 PM. I even had sleeping pills to help me fall asleep sometimes when i really needed to, and i gotta say they work well. I got up out of bed and browsed the internet for a while like i usually do. Then i went downstairs to get some breakfast, showered and got ready. I was supposed to be there at 5:30. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Mrs. Johnson. "Hey John you're just in time we're about to leave soon. Angie's upstairs in the shower. There is food in the fridge for both of you that just needs heating up". "That sounds great Mrs. Johnson thanks, when will the two of you be back?" i asked, "oh we should be back at around 11 but you guys don't need to wait up". I waved them off and closed the door as i went in.
When i was inside i looked around the house and noticed that they had done some redecorating in the house. I decided to take a tour around the house. As i headed upstairs i could hear the shower. I walked around and when i came to the hall i noticed the door to the bathroom open and i could see the shower curtain but not Angie. 'What the hell!' I thought to myself, why is the door open?. Perhaps none of them remembered to close it before they left. I remember i used to shower with the door open when i was a little kid. My heart started pounding to the realization of what could happen. I quickly hid behind a chest of drawers and found a peeking spot where i could see into the bathroom without being noticed. When the shower stopped she came out from behind the shower curtain. It was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. She was a cute little blonde, still flat-chested, bald pussy and a nice formed little body. My cock went into rage mode and almost pushed my jeans open. She had a beautiful face and while she dried herself i almost came in my pants. She then put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt that she had in the bathroom. To my surprise she didn't put on any underwear underneath the sweatpants. I realized what a perv I must look like if she found out I was upstairs so when she wasn't looking i quickly sneaked from behind the drawers back downstairs.
I sat by the tv when she came down and said "Hi john!", "oh hi there Angie, how you doin?" i said pretending to be as casual as possible. "I'm good" she answered, "what are you watchin?". I was so busy trying to act casual that i didn't even notice i was watching some political debate. "uuh I dunno theres nothing good to watch on tv as usual" I told her. "Hmm thats too bad, we dont have any good movies either. Mom and dad always rents crappy movies". "Oh you know i have a lot of movies at my place i could go get them if you want". She smiled "really? yea that would be great". So i went back to my place and into my room to get some movies when i suddenly got an idea. I took a few movies and also some sleeping pills with me. I came back and we put on a movie. Half way in we got hungry so i went to warm up the food. I took out some sleeping pills and crushed them up behind the kitchen counter and put them in her food and in her lemonade.
We ate up and went back to watching the other half of the movie. As we continued watching the movie i saw her eyes starting to get sleepy, and my heart started racing as dark thoughts were building up inside my head. Half an hour later she was completely out. I tried waking her and shaking her by her arm and asked her if she wanted to go to her room to sleep, but i got no answer, she was completely out! I locked the front door, then scooped her up and brought her up to her room. I put her on the bed and once again made sure she was still fast asleep. I started to slowly rub my hands all over her body through the fabrics of her clothes. Slowly I then pulled her tight sweatpants off of her legs and got a perfect view of that bald preteen pussy. I held up her arms carefully to get her shirt off as well. There she was lying completely naked in front of me. My cock was now so hard it was about to burst out of my pants, so i loosened my jeans and let them drop to the floor to ease the pressure, then I took off the rest of my clothes and put them in a pile. My cock is fairly large about 7 inches and quite thick. I got on the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I wanted to taste that pussy for myself. I spread her lips and licked and sucked her clit. It tasted amazing! It was so tight i couldn't even get my pinky finger inside.
I got up and rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy opening. I kept rubbing my cock on her pussy and stomach until I almost burst. But i wasn't finished yet, I dragged her down on the bed so that her head was leaning over the edge of the bed, and then i put my cock in her mouth. The feeling was incredible, i humped her mouth slowly and tried not to go to deep or get carried away as i didn't want to risk waking her. I could feel my balls twitching as I was about to cum. I took it out of her mouth and sprayed load after load all over her petite little body. The sight was amazing, to see her lying so helpless with cum all over her body. My cock was still really hard and I knew I was far from done. I lied down next to her put my hand on her body and started to smear and rub all the cum on her body like lotion. Her face was so cute and innocent, I came closer and kissed her on the lips while i rubbed her tiny pussy. My fingers kept rubbing down until i found the opening of her tight anus. My heart starting pounding faster and my dick grew harder as new darker thoughts came to my mind. I turned her around and put a pillow under her stomach. The sight of her pussy and asshole together waiting for me like that was too much to bear. I quickly jumped in and started eating her ass and pussy, pushing my tongue in as hard as i could and enjoying the sweet taste of a preteen girl.
I decided i couldn't take it any longer, I just had to have her, lust controlled me now. I put the tip of my cock which was already fully lubricated by precum and Angies saliva on her asshole. I tried to stretch her ass cheeks wide as I pushed slowly inside. As my head got in i could feel how tight it was and how much more it was turning me on. I kept pushing until I was halfway in, and that's when I started to get a response from Angies body. She shook a little, and I knew she could feel it. Perhaps she was even dreaming about her asshole getting violated by a massive object. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and i started humping her very gently. My mind told me to ravage her and fuck her brains out, so i got into a faster rhythm and soon almost the whole length of my cock was pounding in and out of her tiny asshole, and that's when her eyes opened.
She woke up with a scream of pain, and I thought to myself 'what the fuck have i done', but part of me didn't want to stop. My dark mind told me to do something else. I turned her around so she was lying on her back again and i laid on top of her. I looked into her eyes and i could see she was still drowsy from the sleeping pills. Tears came from her eyes as I put the head of my cock just outside the opening of her innocent pussy, "what are you doing? please you're hurting me get off!!" she sobbed. I kissed her on the cheek and told her "shhh don't worry honey its all gonna be okay" and forced my cock all the way inside her. I put my hand on her mouth as she screamed in pain. She was so tight I had to push with full force to get inside her. When she stopped screaming i took my hand from her mouth, she was crying and begged me "please stop, it hurts, please". To my surprise it turned me on even more and I started pounding her with all I got. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue in her mouth. She tried to resist it but in the end gave way for my tongue to explore her mouth. After a while I felt my balls tingeling and i knew i was gonna cum again. This time i told her "baby, im gonna cum now and im gonna do it deep inside you ok? this is gonna hurt so get ready", and with that i pushed with full force past her cervix and unloaded deep inside her womb. She passed out from the pain, and that's when i got off of her. I looked at her one last time before I put my clothes back on. I tried to clean her pussy as best I could before putting her clothes back on.
I got out of the house, and looked at the watch. It was almost 11. I looked up at the stars and thought to myself 'what the fuck do i do now?'. Thus began the first day of the rest of my life.