Suzie and the Alien

by Lili Zander

  A cup of coffee I managed with no trouble at all, as well as a plate heaped with bacon, eggs, toast and fruit. No melons. I fucking hated melons. I wished myself strawberries and raspberries and mangoes. Expensive fruit. Alien technology rocked.

  Bob got to his feet, leaving me to eat alone. “When you are done, come to the chamber where the machine is,” he ordered. “Take a right out this door, it’s the third door on the left. I’m going to go set up the first training regimen for you.”

  I nodded, slightly nervous, but I ate my breakfast heartily. Hey. Might as well. I was often poor and broke and hungry. I’d learned to enjoy my meals despite worry.

  Bob was at the machine, punching something into a console. “You didn’t use the console the last time,” I commented.

  He shook his head. “I can control it telepathically,” he said. “But my mind is going to be on other things while you are being trained.” He grinned. A devilish smile that sent goose bumps rising on my skin.

  I gulped. The machine was intimidating, resembling something out of a madman’s twisted imagination. A central half-circle attached to the ceiling, from which snaked hundreds of tendril-like arms. Each of these arms had something attached to it – dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, needles, electrodes, and much more. This machine represented both my worst fears and my deepest fantasies.

  “Take off your bracelet, and get on, Suzie,” he ordered. I did as he told, handing him the bracelet that shielded my thoughts from him.

  “Why do I have to take off the bracelet?” I asked.

  “Safety,” Bob replied. “This way, I’ll be able to feel your emotions and read your thoughts. I’ll know if something’s wrong.” That made sense. I nodded compliantly and lay down on the examination table. He pushed a final button in, and he looked at me. “Enjoy, little human.” He laughed sadistically, a sound that made me even more nervous. He then stepped out of my line of vision and I had no idea if he was still there.

  For the first few minutes, I just lay there. Nothing happened. My mind began to wander, and I reflected upon the last couple of days. Bob abducting me at Larry’s behest. The machine. Squeezing and pumping my breasts. Pumping lube into my vagina and anus. A massive butt plug invading my ass. Then, Bob’s twin cocks deflowering my virginity as I whimpered in lust and longing.

  Slowly, I felt something. A rope-like arm snaking over my wrists, pulling them up and fastening them over my head. Two rope-like arms on my ankles, pulling them apart as well till every muscle in my legs screamed out in agony.

  My head was lifted up so that I could watch what was about to happen to my body, and it increased both my terror and my arousal. A long probe swung towards me, heading to my anus. I struggled in my bonds, but an arm swung towards me with what looked like a cattle prod attached to it. It swung to my nipple, as I struggled.

  “No, please, no,” I begged, but to no avail. The cattle prod sent a ripple of electricity through my nipple that had me screaming in agony. The procedure was repeated on the other nipple, and I screamed yet again. But strangely, I felt an ache in my pussy, a fierce arousal as I responded the pain.

  “In case it isn’t obvious, Suzie,” Bob’s voice spoke in my head. “Struggling will get you punished.” He sounded slightly amused. “Although you seem to enjoy your punishment quite a bit,” he added.

  “This is funny to you?” I thought at him acidly, but he didn’t reply. I was alone once more.

  The probe resumed its aborted path towards my anus. I whimpered in fear, but I kept still; the cattle prod was an effective threat. The probe wriggled against my anus, searching for a path inside. I kept my asshole tightly clenched. Whatever that probe was going to do to me, I didn’t want it.

  I felt the probe wriggle some more, and then, it drew back slightly. The cattle prod swung towards my anus, and I screamed as a painful shock hit my tender ring of flesh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I begged the faceless machine. “Please, no more, I’ll be good.”

  This time, I relaxed my muscles as the probe slid into me with no lube. I clenched automatically, thinking it would be cold, but it was actually as warm as a finger. It wriggled in, moving just like the finger of a lover, going deeper and deeper within me. A very long-fingered lover. Wait, how long was this probe?

  More and more of the probe slid in. My lower stomach started cramping, and I groaned. “Please, this hurts,” I begged, but Bob didn’t respond, and the machine was silent and uncaring. I whimpered and turned my head from side to side, but still the probe kept extending into me. Finally, when I was almost about to flail in pain and struggle, cattle prod be damned, the probe retracted from my anus.

  “Fifteen inches.” A voice spoke from the machine. It sounded like Bob’s voice.

  “Now to measure your throat for oral pleasure,” Bob said. I turned around and looked for him. He was standing off to the side watching.

  My face was flushed with embarrassment at the idea of Bob watching my body struggle in pain and reluctant pleasure. He eyed me with a small smile. “You are being a good girl, Suzie.” His voice was approving, and I felt warm under his gaze.

  He moved out of my line of sight, and I heaved a sigh. Was it disappointment that he had left? I heard him chuckle, and too late, I realized he could read my thoughts. I flushed again but decided to ignore him and focus on the machine instead.

  A rope-like arm snaked towards me, and wound itself in my hair, tugging and pulling until my head was facing the ceiling. The grip was firm, holding my hair taut. I wondered if Bob would do that to me as well. Would he wind my hair in his big hands? Would he pull it so that I would whimper with pleasure?

  Another chuckle came from a region behind me, and I flushed again. I would have to remember that he could read my thoughts.

  An arm moved towards me. Time for the throat probe.

  This one I recognized from before. Two days ago, this arm had sprayed my mouth and throat with numbing spray and then a massive dildo had pumped in and out of my mouth. I didn’t even attempt to fight it. I didn’t want the cattle prod shocking my tongue. The thing I was coming to realize about Bob? He seemed easy-going on the surface. But you didn’t cross him. And since he could read my thoughts, he knew very well that everything he’d done to me so far was a massive turn-on. Even more of a turn-on than the Hentai porn I usually watched, my hand tucked underneath my pants.

  I just opened my mouth for the throat probe and heard Bob chuckle again. “You do like this, don’t you, little human? You like being at the mercy of this machine. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll set it on a random setting and leave you entirely in its control.”

  I whimpered in arousal at his words and watched as the probe moved towards my mouth. One smooth motion, and four inches of the probe had entered my mouth, and I could feel the numbing spray coating the back of my throat. Then, it just started snaking down my throat, deeper and deeper. I could feel myself gag and retch around it, but it just kept moving, slowly and steadily. My hands formed into fists, and I wanted to cry out for it to stop. What if it damaged something in my body?

  The narrow probe pulled out of my mouth, and I could see it drip with my saliva. I heaved, gasping for breath as my body reacted violently to the invasion. My eyes filled with tears.

  “Again,” Bob’s voice was implacable. “This time, you are going to control it yourself.” He moved next to me and placed a switch of some sort in my hand. “We will be here all day if it takes. But you need to be prepared for my cocks in your mouth. You’ll need to take twelve inches down your throat.

  I looked at him, my eyes wide. Bob’s cocks were long. Probably twelve inches long, though I’d never actually measured. But it wasn’t the length I was worried about at this moment. It was the girth. Each of his cocks was almost as thick as a fist. I couldn’t take two of them down my throat.

  “You’d be surprised what you can learn to do, Suzie,” Bob said. He sounded bored. “Get on with it. The probe will periodically spray you with numbing spray to ease the pain.”


  “I can’t,” I wailed. Predictably, my pussy was wet as the intensity of the situation somehow translated to heat in my belly. Not for the first time, I cursed my addiction to porn. I could hear the voice of my aunt Mary. “Young women should be chaste, Suzie,” she would have chided. Of course, she was also absolutely fucking nuts, grooming me to be the child-bride of her perverted commune leader, so hey. Maybe I was better off with an alien probe down my throat.

  Yes. I realize these weren’t the only two choices in the world. But my pussy was wet, and an alien with the largest cocks I’d ever seen was watching me with stern eyes, making me dangerously aroused, and sufficient to say, I was floating in a haze of lust at the moment. Critical decision-making skills had deserted me for the time being.

  “Yes, you can,” he replied. “Get going.”

  I looked at him. I was nervous and shaking. “Will you stand somewhere where I can see you?” I asked him.

  He smiled, and for a second, there was warmth in his eyes. Then a devilish humor filled them, as his hands unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and took off his shirt. His cocks sprung up, instantly erect. “I’ll just stand right here, Suzie,” he laughed, coming to stand in the vee between my legs. My thighs were still being held open by the snake-like tendrils from the machine, and he held his cocks in his hand, and slid them back and forth over my pussy. “See? Distraction. You should be thanking me.”

  “Thank you, Bob,” I said. I thought I’d kept the sarcasm out of my voice. His soft chuckle made me realize I had failed.

  “Get going on the probe,” he ordered, his cocks nudging my pussy lips. I bit my lip and pressed the switch, and the probe swung towards me. The tendrils in my hair tightened, and they pulled my head back so my throat was a long straight line. All the better for shoving a twelve-inch probe, my dear, I thought in my best Red Riding Hood Granny voice, and giggled silently for a second. Then, I stopped as the probe entered.

  As always, the probe entered easily before it hit the back of my mouth, and automatically sprayed the numbing spray. I took a deep breath. Now, I was going to have to deliberately relax my throat, push past the gag reflex, and take twelve inches of this.

  “Swallow,” Bob advised. He was using his fingers now on my pussy, gently stroking it. The long, even strokes were very pleasant distraction.

  I nodded. This was it. I took a deep breath, and then deliberately swallowed, pressing the switch at the same time.

  Oh gods. I could feel the probe descend into my throat. “Seven inches,” Bob’s voice announced. “Only five more inches to go. Swallow again.”

  I wanted to smack the living daylights out of him. He just laughed at that annoyed thought and waited.

  I swallowed, pressing the switch again. This time, I kept my finger down on the switch for a little longer, willing myself to take the full twelve inches in my mouth. If I took all of it, this would end, right?

  Strangely, I was wetter than ever. Maybe because of the even look in Bob’s eyes. Maybe because of the quiet tone in his voice. Maybe because somewhere, deep inside of me, I needed to obey him.

  The probe entered deeper, and I mewled around it, my chest heaving as I fought to contain my gag reflex. For five seconds, the probe stayed where it was, and then it retracted out of my mouth. I retched violently and drooled uncontrollably for a good minute, until I realized Bob was still between my legs, and I made a tiny whimper of utter embarrassment.

  He rolled his eyes and found me a cloth. My hands were still being held above my head, and so he wiped my mouth clean, and brought me a glass of water. I was surprised at his tender ministrations, and I think he was a little as well, though he didn’t say anything.

  “Bob, please can I be done with that probe?” I begged. I really didn’t want it inside my mouth again.

  He nodded. “For today,” he said. “Now,” he punched something into the console, “this is going to be more fun for you. Not too much fun, because it’s still training. But somewhat more fun.”

  11

  The tendril holding my hair back, forcing my head to point to the ceiling loosened, and I was able to straighten. My body was titled upwards so I could see straight ahead, and a beam of light shone on the opposite wall, illuminating a massive screen. A massive screen which showed two legs, being held open by two rope-like tendrils. My legs. I was going to get to watch whatever the machine did next to me.

  My stomach clenched in sheer anticipation. Oh. I’d sometimes spread my legs open in front of a mirror and try to look at myself down there. But this was a whole different ball game. My pussy dripped, and goose bumps rose on my skin.

  I heard Bob laugh. “Going to enjoy this, Suzie?” he asked. His voice was laced with amusement. “There’s more painful bits to come, you know.”

  I eyed him uncertainly. “Don’t worry, nothing as bad as the throat probe,” he said soothingly. “Besides, you get to watch. You seem to like that.”

  The screen zoomed in on my pussy, and it was slick. I flushed with embarrassment, but only for a few seconds. Because, as I watched, the largest dildo I’d ever seen inched forward to my pussy.

  I made a noise. Half-squeal, half-whimper. And then I raised my hips very slightly in invitation, without consciously meaning to.

  “You want this, don’t you, Suzie?” Bob’s eyes were on the screen as well. “Did you see your hips move? Rising towards that dildo? Waiting to welcome it in your soft folds?”

  I kept silent. I couldn’t refute what we’d both seen. Something about this situation was incredibly arousing for me.

  The dildo pushed its way into my pussy. It felt like a battering ram. A slow battering ram pressing ruthlessly into me. There was a twinge of fear in my mind, and more than a twinge of arousal. Balanced like this, at the tipping point between pleasure and pain, I could go either way. But for some bizarre reason, I trusted Bob. Whether I fell into pleasure or pain, he would make sure I was okay.

  I felt full. More than full. I felt like I was going to burst. The pressure against the walls of my vagina was incredible. My pussy reacted by lubricating copiously to allow this massive invader into my body. I could hear myself moan and whimper, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bob with his dicks in his hands, pumping them, his eyes never leaving the screen. Lust shimmered through my body.

  The dildo hit the back of my vagina and seated itself. I thought it would thrust into me, but for the moment, it just stayed where it was and let my body get used to the sensation of being stretched to almost breaking point.

  Then, as a large butt plug headed towards me, I saw the reason for the stillness. I was going to be invaded in both holes. Fear spiked through me, and I started to struggle against the bonds holding my hands above my head.

  “I can’t take that,” I whimpered.

  “Yes, you can.” Bob’s voice was calm. “Relax, Suzie. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve got you. Just allow yourself to feel this.”

  I kept my eyes on the butt plug. It was triangular in shape, a narrow head, expanding to a broad base, and then narrowing again. There was a weird pattern on the surface.

  “No lube, so relax your muscles.”

  “Bob,” my voice pleaded. I couldn’t actually tell if I was begging him to stop or begging him to continue.

  The plug nudged my tight asshole, and I did my best to relax the muscles, keeping my eyes on the screen ahead. It was a strange and erotic sight. My pussy was stretched around a massive dildo, and a large butt plug was seeking entry into my anus. Arousal sparked through me, and my muscles relaxed enough that the first inch of the plug slid into my anus.

  I heard a crackle, and a searing pain filled my anus. My muscles clenched automatically around the plug, and then slackened, and in the slight gap, the plug slid deeper. I could feel something seep into my anal passage at the same time, and then a warming burn filled me. Not painful, but my body writhed as the sensation grew. It was like being massaged with hot body oil, and it felt amazing. A slight burn initia
lly, then a flood of heat through my body as the sensation spread.

  “Ooh, I like this,” I muttered. Pain and pleasure. The electricity ensured the butt plug would stretch me out and enter my body, and the warming liquid seeping in my anus was my reward for taking the pain. I was being trained very effectively by Bob.

  “These are your secret fantasies, Suzie. I’m just making them happen.” Bob’s voice sounded amused. Could what he said be true? I was incredibly aroused. Wow, something about the repressed atmosphere of Aunt Mary’s commune mixed in with my Japanese porn fetish had really done a number on me if this is what I secretly craved.

  “Tsk, tsk. Don’t judge,” Bob’s voice rebuked. “The ridiculous conventions of your world don’t matter on this ship. Just enjoy yourself.”

  Okay. I could do that.

  Two arms swung from the machine towards me. At their tips were things that I could only describe as upside-down cups. Each cup descended on my breasts, and I could feel them tighten so that my breasts were squeezed into them. And then… oh my fucking god. The sucking started.

  Whatever those cups were, I wanted them. I couldn’t see what they were doing. But it felt like a thousand tongues were on my nipples. Licking. Sucking. Pinching. Biting. My breasts were being squeezed gently, and then harder, all while the tongues did their magic. I moaned, and I thrashed my head to and fro, and as my breasts were being treated to the most attention they’d ever received in their lives, a searing shock went through my anus. My muscles stretched wide to accommodate the intruder, and the butt plug pushed into my tight passage, and nestled there between my cheeks.

  I looked at the screen. My vagina was held open by the dildo. My anus was gaping open around the butt plug. My face was slack with arousal. I looked lewd and I loved it.

  The cups continued their work. My nipples were being bit delicately. I imagined Bob’s big hands wrapped around my breasts as he lowered his mouth to each nipple, and that image just tipped me into an orgasm that had been building up in me ever since the massive dildo pushed into my vagina.