by Selena Kitt
“Relax, little human,” Bob spoke to me, his voice soothing in my head, as he walked towards me. “It will only hurt for a bit.”
“How will you know?” I challenged.
“I can feel your emotions as well as read your thoughts,” he responded. “I can tell exactly how much pain you can take, little human. I can tell you might not have liked the dildo in your mouth very much, but you were still aroused as it slid into your throat. I can tell exactly how hard to order the tongue to lick your pussy. I can tell how tight the steel bands need to be; I can feel the throbbing of your breasts right now. I can feel the arousal and the need coming off you, little human, I can see the palpable waves of lust. So, little human, I suggest you stop lying, and prepare to enjoy yourself.”
“Oh.” My thought was small. This thought-reading thing was very disconcerting.
And then all thought left my mind as he walked next to me and touched my pussy, one sure swipe that ended in a little flick of my clitoris that had me groaning with longing. The swipe also revealed how wet I was, as if it weren’t already obvious. My pussy had been dripping almost since the start; the Japanese hentai porn I watched had worked their magic, and situations that would send normal women running, just served to arouse me.
The twin dicks were upon me now, and I could feel them at my entrances, and then Bob just pushed in steadily, without preamble. A sharp pain cut through me as he plowed his head into me, and I screamed out, but Bob was unmoved as he pushed the rest of his length into my pussy, the twin cock pushing into my anus, already lubed and stretched by the monster butt plug earlier. “Little human, relax,” he instructed, his voice crisp and commanding in my head. “The pain will ease up in a moment, let your body adjust to me.”
Granted, I was a virgin, and had never had anything in my pussy before, but I’d wager that this feeling of intense fullness was exceptional, even for more experienced women. The feeling was just overwhelming; nerve endings were tingling through my pussy and my anus, and transmitting up my entire body. I was tensed and limp, filled, yet wanting more. Both my holes were pulsing, adjusting to this alien invasion.
His hands reached up, and he ran a thumb across my hard nipple. Just a soft stroke, and I whimpered, secretly wanting his fingers to pinch and pull them, like the tweezers had earlier. I could feel him smile as he read that thought, and he complied, his grip on my nipples hardening. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching till the touch was exactly at the dividing line between pleasure and pain, and he kept me there, till I was whimpering in need.
Then he started thrusting his twin cocks into me, pulling out and thrusting again, and I groaned as my body discovered that this was what I’d been waiting for, this feeling, this intensity; this total submission to his will. I arched my hips towards him, as best as I was able to, silently begging for more. The twin cocks stretched me out like I’d never been stretched before. I moaned, digging my fingernails into my palms in response to the slight pain, my entire body shuddering as it responded to the feeling of being utterly possessed by this alien.
As I writhed under him, Bob moved the angle of his thrusting, so that his cock was brushing past my clitoris with each stroke. I could feel my clitoris engorge, feel it shiver and throb as it was rubbed, and my insides clenched in response. The tension in me built, and I rose higher and higher, moaning and groaning, till I exploded.
I could feel the muscles in my pussy clamp against the cock in that hole, and the muscles in my anus clenched in response, and Bob groaned aloud as I came hard around his twin cocks. I’d brought myself to orgasm many times before, touching my clitoris as I watched tentacles ravage the moaning girls in the hentai I watched on my laptop, but this climax was in a different league. It was bigger, more intense, every nerve ending in my body sparking in response, every muscle in my body clenching and relaxing as the pleasure flowed through me. It went on and on, his thrusts brushing past my clitoris, prolonging the pleasure, until I was finally done, limp and drained.
Bob made a noise, a satisfied sound as he felt my orgasm, and he sped up his thrusts; harder and faster, his fingers tightening on my nipples, until my body was forced to respond to his bidding again. I whimpered, finely balanced between pleasure and pain, waiting for him to lead the way, to tell me what I was supposed to feel next.
“Just pleasure, little human,” his voice soothed in my head. “Experience the pleasure that the pain offers. Embrace it, and come again for me.”
His cocks pushing into me, still deeper, pumping repeatedly into me, and I could feel the pleasure change, the intensity turning almost to pain, as my pussy and my ass were scraped almost raw by the twin cocks. His hands moved from my nipples to reach under my ass, spreading the cheeks even wider so he could plunge deeper in me. From the corner of my eye, I could see an arm from the Little Shop of Horrors machine swivel towards me, and it made its way to my clitoris, tweezers at its end, and I came, brutally hard, when the tweezers clamped my clitoris firmly between its tips and pinched.
I could feel him erupt in me as my muscles clenched, hot pulsing alien come filling my pussy and my anal passage, searing my insides, filling me and marking me as his own. Overwhelmed by sensory overload, I fainted.
“I want that bitch cleaned up good, Bob. And make it hurt too, I want to hear her scream.” Larry the Lizard was speaking when I stirred. “Give her an enema, clean that cunt properly. If I’m going to be in her, she needs to be squeaky clean.”
Seriously. This loser was also a germophobe? How the hell had he even graduated from medical school? I wondered. But it was a direct order, and the machine moved to comply.
“You heard him, little human. I must obey.” Bob’s voice spoke in my mind, and there was regret in his tone. “This will hurt; and I’d advise you to leave off your pride and scream.”
Two nozzles moved towards me, injecting their contents none too gently into my pussy and my anus. I winced as they probed me, but as soon as I felt the liquid in me, I started screaming. Whatever the machine had injected in me, it itched and burned. I thought my insides were on fire. I screamed again. “What the heck have you injected in me, you sick pervert?” I yelled, tears prickling at my eyes. I looked at Larry as I spoke. Bob was not innocent in this, not by a long shot, but I knew that this was Larry’s twisted fantasy, not Bob’s.
Larry openly laughed. His cock was now in his hands, and he was stroking himself erect, turned on by my screams of pain. “Nice job, Bob,” he chortled, as he ran his fist up and down his cock.
Bob’s voice spoke in my head. “It’s a mild irritant, nothing more. No permanent harm. The itch and burn should die down soon, but unless you want another dose of it, keep screaming.”
I kept screaming. True to his word, the pain was subsiding, and what was left behind was a feeling of heat and warmth. It was a luscious feeling, one that set my pussy gushing with juice. Larry was too busy stroking himself to notice, but Bob did, and I could feel his amusement in my head. “Little human,” he muttered. “After this is over, we must explore these fantasies of yours more thoroughly.”
I gulped, startled that my entire body had tingled when he said that. Did I really want Bob to help me explore my fantasies? I shied away from that thought; Bob’s chuckles resonated in my head.
The machine wasn’t done torturing me. Two large plugs moved towards me, with tubes trailing from their ends. An enema, and a douche. Lovely.
The plugs slid in hard and painfully, causing fresh screams from me. Larry stroked himself faster. “Give her four liters, Bob,” he instructed, his voice hoarse. The sick pervert. I could see the lust glisten in his eyes, and I felt dirty.
The liquids started their flow into both my pussy and my anus. The liquid in my pussy was a steady squirt, designed to cleanse me; it flowed quickly, and then, the nozzle vacuumed out the liquid. But the enema was designed to be retained, and the liquid just flowed steadily into my anus. I groaned, as the cramping started in my stomach, but my cries of pain just made Larry str
oke himself harder. Spasms rippled through my body, causing me to scream and moan some more. “Please,” I begged, “this hurts...”
Larry laughed again. “It’s meant to hurt, you little slut. That’ll teach you to be such a prim little cock-tease, won’t it?”
The fucking prick. The way he made it sound, it was as if I’d denied him for months and months. No, Larry was mad that we hadn’t had sex on our third date. One month of dating, and I was ready to surrender my virginity to him, but then, I’d come home to see him and Sheila the Slut go at it like grunting pigs. Asshole.
“Suzie. Little human, listen to me.” Bob’s voice was firm in my brain. “Breathe. Relax. This will be easier if you don’t fight it.” The nozzle stopped its flow, but it also functioned as a plug, and the liquid stayed in me, still causing slight cramps to run through my body. I wanted to bend into a huddle and moan quietly.
His words slowly sank in, and I did my best to obey. He was right; as I relaxed my muscles, it did hurt less. But Larry wasn’t done with the orders.
“Bob, I want the bitch’s tits punished some more,” he squealed. “And get that dildo back into her throat; I want to watch her choke on that big dick again.” Honestly. His hand moved faster and faster on his cock. I didn’t want him to come; who knew when he’d be able to get his dick up again. I wanted him to get near me, to drop his pants so that Bob would have a chance to get his crystal back. That was my only way out of here, I knew it. It was time for me to act; to put on the performance of my life.
“Larry,” I whimpered, trying my best to sound seductive; trying not to retch in my mouth at the idea of what I was going to do. Ahead of me, a thin cane was appearing, and with a thwack, a red line of flaming pain flashed across my throbbing, bound, reddened breasts. I shrieked, but forced myself to breathe, to let the pain flow through me. I had a job to do.
“Larry,” I licked my lips, looking at him. The arm bearing the dildo for my throat hadn’t yet appeared; Bob seemed to understand what I was trying to do. No doubt because he could read my mind.
“Larry,” I repeated again. “Come put that big slab of meat in my mouth.” I did my best to sound coy and inviting; fluttering my eyelashes; licking my lips.
“Again,” Bob urged me silently.
“My breasts are throbbing, Larry,” I moaned, peeping out at him through lowered eyelashes. “Come feel them, Larry, feel how hot the skin is to touch...”
He got up, moved towards me. “Bitch, you bite my cock, and I’ll make sure you don’t have any teeth left,” he promised. He looked a little wary.
I licked my lips again. Seriously, how much of an idiot was this guy? He ordered me kidnapped; tortured me for the last few hours, and he thought I wanted his four-inch cock in my mouth? Men. The vanity was staggering. But I fluttered my eyelashes, and gave him my best come-hither look. “I won’t bite,” I purred. “I want to feel your throbbing man-flesh in my mouth, Larry.”
Bob made a retching noise in my head that almost made me burst out laughing. “Shut up,” I thought at him crossly. “This is for your goddamn crystal, asshole.” That shut him up quickly.
I opened my mouth invitingly. “You can push it all the way in, Larry,” I invited seductively. “Push deep down my throat, fuck my mouth any way you want.” Come on, damn it, I thought. Lower your pants, give Bob an opportunity to grab his crystal.
“Please, Larry,” I breathed, “I want you.”
That finally did it. I could see Larry stand up, his unbuckled pants falling to the floor. He stepped out of them, moved towards me and...
In thirty seconds, it was over.
Bob moved, faster than I would have thought possible, towards those discarded pants. He grabbed them, reached into their pocket, and grabbed a sparkly gem from it. His crystal. Then, he smiled, and spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and smooth, like smooth whiskey sliding over ice. “Thank you, little human,” he said.
He nodded at the machine, and in an instant, I was freed of my bonds. The steel bands around my breasts opened and retracted; the fluid in my bowels sucked away through a tube. My arms were freed, the bands holding down my legs and waist were released, and I could finally move.
I got up. Larry was looking dazed and confused at my movement, and loser that he was, he still hadn’t figured out that the power dynamic in the room had changed. “Bob,” he started stupidly. “Why did you let the bitch go?”
My arms were stiff, and my muscles screamed from being bound for many hours, but I pulled my arm back, and let my hand swing forward, to punch him in the face. I threw my entire weight behind it, and I felt the blow land with a satisfying thud on his cheek. Pain bloomed in my hand as I felt the blow, but it was worth it. Larry fell like a little girl. It was the best moment of my life.
Bob laughed openly, and uttered one word in the spaceship. “Bind,” he said, and a beam of light fell on Larry, and it seemed to function as a cage. I could see Larry struggle inside the circle of light, but he could not escape its iron grip.
I looked at Bob, feeling strangely shy. I felt more vulnerable than I ever had in my life. Everything about me was an open book to this alien, and I felt naked, stripped down to my essences.
“Your clothes,” Bob said politely, gesturing in their direction. I moved towards them, and gingerly got dressed. My thoughts were a strange, jumbled mess. I was thankful the ordeal was over, but I couldn’t lie; being tied up with that machine doing things to me – no, with Bob ordering the machine to do things to me that were pulled from the darkest, deepest reaches of my imagination – that had been the most arousing experience of my life.
“What are you going to do to him?” I asked, when I was finally dressed. I gestured at Larry, who was gaping at us, still confused by the turn of events.
Bob shrugged. “By the code of my people, you get to decide that,” he said evenly. “You are the one he has wronged; you decide how he must be punished.”
“So I can tie him to that table? Do to him what he ordered done to me?” I asked. My eyes were on Larry’s face as I said that, and I felt a surge of satisfaction as his face whitened when he took in my words.
“If you wish,” Bob said.
“What else can I do?” I asked him curiously. “What other devices of torture do you have aboard this ship?”
Larry paled even more, which sent another surge of satisfaction through me. The jerk needed to pay for his actions; I had no desire to let him off. Guys like this got away because they thought they could do whatever they wanted, without any consequences. He needed to feel the consequences.
Bob laughed at me. “Little human,” he said. His voice was warm and persuasive. “I’ve read your mind, remember? You don’t have the stomach to make him pay; you are too soft-hearted. You’ll let him go the moment he starts screaming, the first instant he begs.”
Damn him, he was right. “He needs to pay,” I said stubbornly.
Bob grinned, a smile that sent shivers running through me. The look in his eyes was cold and implacable. “Oh I agree, Suzie,” he said smoothly. “And I have just the idea. This is a spaceship, after all. I can take him to Edrem. A world filled with women who enjoy inflicting pain on their captives. They always need male slaves, shall we say? And they enjoy some very specialized kinds of pain. A one-year sentence in Edrem would be extremely appropriate for his crimes.”
“Another planet? With people in it?”
He nodded. “Surely you don’t think you are alone in the universe, Suzie.” There was arrogance in that statement.
I shrugged. I wasn’t done with my current train of thought. Other planets with people could wait. “What about your punishment?” I asked. “I could sense your enjoyment as I suffered.”
He looked at me, his lips twitching. I realized at some point in the evening, as I felt him speak in my mind, that I thought of him as a guy, not an alien. An incredibly good looking guy, with slightly waxy skin, and two dicks.
His lips tightened as he struggled not to laugh;
he had read my mind again. “Stop that,” I protested. He laughed openly, and then, he relented, walking towards the console of his ship, and throwing me a bracelet. It was three strands of metal, wound together in a braid. “Put that on,” he said, “it keeps me out of your mind.”
I obeyed. “What about your punishment?” I repeated my question.
“Suzie, did you really suffer?” His question was mocking. He knew I’d balanced perfectly at the edge of pleasure and pain. He knew that everything he’d done to me today was something I had fantasized about. In some way, I should have been thanking him.
