But the bumps, as gross as they were, were actually an interesting feeling against her body. They moved like ripples, and her overly excited canal couldn't get a firm grip on them. And he persisted, in and out, while his lower dick moved itself deeper and deeper inside her ass.
Finally he found himself buried all the way in with both dicks, his slimy, huge balls laying against her ass. He made a long grunt in pleasure and began to readjust her legs, pulling her knees up to make it even tighter. She tried to wiggle away, but he was literally able to pin her in place with just his dick.
That's when the invasion began in earnest. He moved strangely, his muscles in different places than her own, but he understood thrusting inside of her just fine. He was slow at first, working himself out and then plunging both deep inside of her. She could feel his juices leave slimy trails along her butt and her bed. She closed her eyes, freaked out by the diseased looking creature, but excited by his actions just the same.
His thrusts became more urgent. In and out he moved, both dicks pressing insistently at her body. But he was not human. His movements became faster and faster, far more than a human male could do. He became a blur above her.
That was when the lower dick let go. She felt it squirt deep inside her ass. It burned and she shrieked in surprise. Her shrieking made her clinch, which seemed to excite his other dick even more. He had not even slowed down while that one exploded, but when the main one did, he let out a roar.
It wasn't just the head that exploded. All of the little bumps that she'd taken for disease were sprayers as well. It was as if a hose had gone off inside of her. Seed was flowing out not only from the top, where it sprayed again deep into her womb, but against all her sides, blowing her walls apart.
He kept roaring as he climaxed, and then slowly removed himself from her as well. She felt the stream of hot, sticky, alien come flow out of her battered slit. The Doctor, back in his clothing save for his helmet, quickly moved towards her body. Once again he pushed the scanner to her abdomen. Once again, the light turned red.
A big crocodile grin spread across the Captain's face.
CHAPTER 8
The Captain clearly was saving himself for last. She wondered if that was due to the sheer massive size of his dick, if he wanted to show off, or if he was waiting to see if fucking her was going to kill the other two. They were still alive, so it was his turn now.
The grin, if that was what it was, spread widely across his face. He stride was full of confidence as he positioned himself inside of her legs. If he was disgusted by the juices that oozed out of her hole, he didn't show it.
First he flopped his massive dick on top of her mound. It hurt it was so heavy. He still seemed pleased with himself, as if he wanted her to appreciate how much meat he was working with. She was well aware of it, how could she not be? But the pride in his cock struck her as an almost human trait.
Then he lifted it and edged it towards he hole. It was much like the incident with her mouth. He would push it and the skin would just bunch up instead of entering. His smile ended and he pulled the dick away. He pushed his clawed fingertips onto either side of her tight hole and began to pull it apart, peering at it.
She squirmed again. It felt weird to have the hard sharp claws pressed against her most intimate skin, even if it wasn't painful. Whatever he saw there, he stood back up. He opened his mouth and rolled his long tongue down the palm of his hand,until it was glistening in his reptilian saliva. He used this to coat his massive member. Then, with a sound of tremendous effort, he stuffed himself deep inside her aching hole.
This time he managed to get the whole head inside. She shrieked again. It wasn't painful, but it was certainly scary to have that much inside of her. She knew that her parts had amazing elastic potential, but she hadn't planned on testing it!
He had, and did. It was as if everything she'd experienced until this point was mere training for this. It was unnatural and it felt so, but her body allowed it, urged it, wanted it. She knew that it shouldn't be possible, but here it was, working just fine.
Slowly he worked himself inside of her. He was more human, it took his whole body movement to move his dick. And he was strong, so very strong. She could tell how much effort it was taking to force himself in, but he seemed to know that her body would relax, once he'd gotten all the way in.
There was just so much of it. She thought he'd gotten all the way in, but more was still left. It wasn't until he was all the way into her womb, the same as the probe only much thicker, that she felt his strange, scaled balls upon her rear. He leaned over her, shaking in pleasure but not yet daring to move. His eyes had faded into red. She knew he was preparing himself.
His clawed hands gripped her shoulders tightly, she could feel one of the sharp protrusions piercing her skin. She shuddered with the excitement of the danger she was in. She was actually able to keep this whole, massive dick inside her body.
Now she just had to see if she could survive it pounding her.
He pulled out a bit, then moved back in, slowly working up a rhythm. As she had expected, her body was becoming more accustomed to the monster inside of her. She dimly wonder why it didn't hurt, shouldn't it hurt?
Then he changed his mind. He flipped her body over, somehow managing to do so without pulling out of her. As before, they could move the gravity cuffs, even if she could not. She found herself on all fours while he resumed his brutal invasion.
He increased his rhythm, his mouth opening slightly, closing his eyes. He was in no hurry. The other two had wandered back over, interested in seeing how he was able to get inside.
He began with longer thrusts, and she understood the hard protrusion around his head. It was to keep him from popping out of her when he was in the throws of his excitement. It seemed to be working. He was pulling all the way out to the head, then slamming back until she could feel the scales on the bottom of his dick against her lips. Again and again, rhythmically he smashed into her.
The speed increased to greater than a human was capable. She turned her head to watch him as he sped up even beyond speeds she'd seen that day. She could barely make out his body, it was a blur of motion.
Finally, he lost the rhythm. He twitched above her and let lose a human sounding moan. His eyes found hers, they were glowing a dark red. He bared his long, sharp teeth before his final slam, all the way in, releasing straight into her.
This one felt different from the others. It was thick, warm, but there was even more of it than the one who'd ejaculated from multiple orifices. It went further as well, she could feel it's explosion reaching even further back than the probe had found.
When he had no more seed left to give her, slowly he pulled out of her body. When he had only the head left, he had to jerk it out with an audible pop. He absently patted her on the rear, while more juices flowed out of her ill used hole.
The Doctor was immediately at her side. He picked her up to a standing position, difficult considering how used she had been. The Muscle was behind her then, holding her up while the Doctor once again pressed his scanner to her abdomen.
This time it turned green.
The huge grin returned to the Captain's crocodile face. He let out a sound that was suspiciously like laughter. They all started to talk again and the Muscle let go of her, letting her fall back to the bed. The gravity cuffs went down with her, keeping her pinned.
That's when it all became clear. She looked to her abdomen, horror written on her face. They are breeding with me. That's what all of this was about. My God...
She knew then that she would be the mother of a new race.
CAGED
Invasion #3
by
Claudia Balvenie
@claudiabalvenie
claudiabalvenie.com
Copyright 2014.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
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All characters are above the age of 18
CHAPTER 1
Stella awoke in a cage.
The brightness of the light pouring through the window had awakened her. But there was something wrong about it. The yellow sun she'd been born under never cast a glow like this.
Green. Her whole room was bathed in a sickly green light, making her pale white skin look alien to her. Cage. She thought to herself. This is no mere room.
She rose to her feet, heavy chains attached to her wrists making it cumbersome. One ankle too was chained to a latch in the floor. But she discovered that she had some freedom of movement and hobbled her way to the window to peer outside.
Where am I?
She gazed out into a foreign landscape. She was a long way from the ground, thirty stories or more, so she had a really good view of the city. It was strange that it could be so colorful, considering how the green washed out her sight. The sun itself was a glowing green, though she did not know if that was due to the atmosphere or the sun's color itself.
The buildings were very similar in nature, built as if they were tall black spikes reaching to the heavens. But windows and balconies decorated all of them, many with hanging banners or flags. She didn't understand any of it, and the colors made her dizzy. She sank back down to the stone floor and began to examine her cage.
The floor was made of hewn together stone, dusty from years of neglect. The bars that trailed from the ceiling to the floor seemed to be made of iron. She moved to one and jiggled it experimentally. It didn't budge. She made her way through the five by eight cell and found it to be entirely structurally sound.
Why am I here?
Stella had always been a practical woman. Her shipping business had taken her to the depths of human space and returned. Yet, in all her years of running cargo ships there had never been an alien encounter. At thirty-five, she assumed she'd never meet an alien being. Now she was not so sure.
The last thing she remembered was putting herself into cold sleep. She had a long haul that she was running to move food for a new set of colonists. Since the destination was forty light years away, there was no need to stay awake the whole time.
But her automated systems should have foreseen this. She should have been awoken, she should have been alerted. Nothing. First she was bedding down for a long nap, now she was in a cage.
She settled herself into the corner, now that she was certain there was no simple way to escape. She would have to wait until her chance arrived.
CHAPTER 2
She was dozing when finally she heard a rattle in a lock nearby. She was quickly at full attention. She stood, her arms hanging at her sides, heavy from the chains. The thick door slowly swung open.
A creature stepped into the portion of the room outside of her cell. Squat and portly, he had long tusks that emerged from his lips and a pig like nose. He heavily shuffled to her cage, holding up a tablet. He was making motions on it with his hands. Finally he glanced to her.
“Can you understand me?” The creature asked.
Strangely enough, she could. She nodded. “Yes, I can. Why do you speak English?”
He made a snort. “I don't. We installed a translation chip in your neck when your ship was boarded.”
She moved to the bars, shaking them. She thought perhaps she could be intimidating to this creature, since she had a whole foot on him.
“My ship? Where is it, when will it be returned to me?”
He appeared genuinely puzzled and looked up into her eyes. “Your ship is my ship. You belong to me.”
Her eyes widened She shook the bars again. “I belong to no one! I am a human, I have rights!”
“Uh, yeah, does this look like your home world to you?” He gestured to the window. “Seriously, don't you have a yellow star at the center of your universe? That's what the details say. We really don't get any of your kind, your my first.” He quickly began scanning through screens on his tablet.
She decided to take a different tactic. “Where are we?”
He looked up again. “Traloria. Fifth Planet in the Omar System, proud member of the Reksor Empire.”
“I've never heard of any of this...” She began.
“No, why would you? Your people barely understand how to get around in space. Anyway, no one's going to buy you for your intelligence, that's for sure.”
“I...” she began. “Wait, buy me?”
“Well of course. Salvaging is only profitable if you sell off your merchandise. But first we have to decide what sort of slave you're going to be.”
He was so matter of fact about it, but her mind was racing. She was no slave. She would just have to bide her time.
“What sort of special abilities do you have? What training?”
“What do you mean?”
He tapped a fat fingernail against his tablet. “You know, what can you do? I need to know how I can get the best money for you.”
“I'm a pilot...”
“On human ships. Reksorian technology wouldn't translate.”
He was right of course. “I am an expert at human history, I could teach?” She was exaggerating, but how would he know?
“No, we've been able to grab your communication waves for years. We have plenty of that information. Come on now, there must be something?”
She let her head hang forward, frustrated. She knew she had no skills that he could make money off of, not on an alien planet!
He reached his fat fingers up and through the bars. He squeezed tightly on one of her breasts, considering. “Well, I guess we could sell you for sex. I mean, if you are any good at it.”
Her head shot up. “You want me to be some sort of alien whore?”
He reached through and grabbed her other breast. She made no move to stop him. “It's better than the alternative. If I can't find anyone else, then you'll end up being sold for parts. Plenty of folks would pay well to taste human meat. These folks like anything unusual.”
“But..” she stammered. “How would we even be compatible?”
He laughed then. “Don't be an idiot. Every humanoid alien is basically the same. Men have something that sticks out, women have something that goes in. They rub them together until they are both happy.”
He tapped his fingers to his lips then, thinking. Finally he continued. “Of course I've heard other things about humans. We've captured some of you and you have this unique ability. I had forgotten before now, never thought I'd get a female.”
“Wait, what are you talking about? We can't like, breathe fire or anything.” She said.
“No, but you do have extremely adaptive DNA. Normally it's very difficult for two aliens to mate together and produce offspring. However, your bodies are able to take nearly any seed and bring it to fruition.”
“Wait, you want to sell me for... breeding?”
“Pretty much, yes. To the right buyer, that could be extremely profitable.”
She let go of the bars and turned from him, her arms falling again to her sides. She shook her head. “I'm thirty-five years old. I don't have enough eggs left for that. I mean I could get two, maybe three children but...”
He shook his head. “Don't worry about that. We can synthesize more eggs for you, from your own DNA. You could have thirty or forty more childbearing years.”
“Wait, you want me to be seventy five years old and still bearing alien children?”
He shrugged. “Sure, if I can find the right buyer. He'll slow down your aging, don't worry.”
It was too much for her. She sank down to her knees. All she wanted to do was to deliver food and supplies. Now, where was she?
On the other hand, she'd always wanted children. Her career had kept her from ever settling down. Her first true love had been in his early twenties before she went off to fly. Years of cold sleep had kept her from aging, but he was a grandfather now. The money was just too good, she kept putting off finding that special someone.
So now she was trapped. But
the silver lining was that she would at least love her children. She nodded to the jailer.
“Alright. I guess that's it then.”
“Well, almost.” He began, setting down his tablet. “First we have to test the merchandise.” He began to unzip his jumpsuit straight down the middle.
As his body came into view she sighed to herself. She knew that she had to do this, and the better she did, the better her situation could become. But he was not much to look at. He had fat rolls on fat rolls, and had wiry gray hair over pale pink skin. When his dick finally came into view, it too was fatty. She was amazed to see he actually had rolls of fat on his dick. Hair came half way down it's girth.
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