Invasion Bundle #4: Rough Alien BDSM

by Claudia Balvenie

  “I have lived more than five times my kind's lifetime in servitude to the goddess. I am an old woman, and yet I have retained my youth. This is only part of her power.”

  “Why me?” I asked. “Why do I deserve this?” After all, I was nothing special. I just worked at a store. I wasn't the smartest or sexiest woman alive. I was utterly average. The only oddity about me was that I was a human.

  “Lady Mosenthia led me to you. The way your eyes roamed, the way your body moved. The way you performed in this room. You are perfect initiate.

  “And we do not choose just anyone,” she continued. “It is only because one of our beloved sisters is retiring do we allow you to join.”

  “You can retire? Will she age?”

  “As normal of her people. She found a love, and wished to be monogamous.” My mistress rolled her eyes, as if the very idea was silly.

  I didn't think it silly. Love was something that was drilled into humans after all. I liked knowing that I might still find it, even if I followed this alien goddess.

  “Alright.” The allure of it was too much. It was too good to be true. Anything I wanted, a nearly everlasting life, and all I had to do was service a few men? I could do it. I would even enjoy it.

  “Excellent. I will prepare the initiation rites for this evening.”

  CHAPTER 4

  I was fed a beautiful welcoming spread of dates, olives and exotic cheeses. Many of the women came to me, welcoming. None revealed their names, and not wishing to be difficult, neither did I. I didn't understand how they could be so friendly and yet know so little about one another. Perhaps they would reveal more after I'd been initiated.

  I was trying to understand why I'd agreed to this. My body which had glowed so brightly had toned back down, nearly back to normal. I still felt really good, content. I wasn't even sure I believed in their goddess, but I guess she believed in me.

  There was plenty of time to sort through my thoughts as I awaited nightfall. The others had told me it was customary only to have this ceremony at midnight. The time passed slowly, as I was eager and afraid to see exactly what would be happening to me.

  When finally the time came, my mistress grabbed me by the hand. She brought me to the center of the temple. It was a large room with a raised stone slab in the center. All of the other priestess were there, standing in a perfect circle mirroring the walls of the room. Each had a blazing torch in their hand. Each wore matching silken dresses. It was far more primitive and tribal than I might have imagined.

  Two of the women came forward, easily sliding my clothing away from my skin. I was suddenly nude before all of their eyes. But I did not cover myself. I did not hide from their gazes. I knew instinctively that their goddess would find that distasteful.

  My mistress glided before me. She held forth a piece of thick black lace. “You have proven your ability to control men. Tonight will be to prove you can submit.”

  I moved my mouth as if to protest, but stopped myself. Just because I preferred domination did not mean I could not enjoy being dominated. It was, after all, the initiation. I nodded and leaned forward. She tied that length of lace around my eyes blinding me to the world.

  Others moved towards me. I didn't know how many. They picked me up, as if I was laying on a bed of their hands. I could feel soft and supple bindings pulling my wrists tightly together. Another above my breasts, another below. Two were tied around my knees, pulling them apart obscenely. All of the bindings were attached above me to the ceiling, so when the women were certain I was tied up, they released me. I was dangling helplessly above the stone.

  I was left there alone for several long moments before the chanting began. I didn't know the language, I had no idea what they were asking for. I didn't know what their goddess even wanted. I was simply alone, spread open, and there for the using.

  The chants changed slightly, and I felt the air change. Someone was approaching me. I didn't know who, I couldn't see. I couldn't use my hands to remove the blindfold. But I knew a stranger was growing close to my nude body, feasting their eyes upon my bound form. Was it a priestess? What would she do?

  Rough, calloused hands grabbed either of my thighs, pulling them apart. Thick digits began to paw between my legs, running up and down my slit, feeling the oil that the women had prepared me with.

  Suddenly a huge member was shoved directly inside my tight hole. I cried out in surprise, and perhaps a bit of pain. I understood now why the women had made sure to use the oil so deep inside. Humankind was small compared to many different alien types. And now, I was completely full to the brink, deeper than ever before. He'd not bothered preparing me, he simply thrust inside.

  And I had no idea who he was.

  It was unfair, no doubt he could see my body, dangling helplessly from the ceiling. Clearly he was enjoying himself enough to have grown hard and deep inside my pink insides. And somehow, something about this was exciting me too. Who was inside? Who was using my body?

  He began to pump in and out of me, using the swinging of my body to match his thrusts. Those thick hands gripped my hips, already building a rhythm. I tried to learn as much as I could about him but the force of his body was driving all coherent thoughts from my mind. In and out he moved, and back and forth I swung. I had no way to stop him short of calling out to my priestesses. I didn't want him to stop.

  The women had began to chant in time to his thrusts. As they picked up rhythm, so did he. They stomped their feet, adding a fiercely primal element to the proceedings. Those hands reached forward grabbing my breasts, groping them roughly. What the man lacked in technique he made up for in savagery.

  As the chanting sped up, so did he, rising ever and ever closer to that climax. As their foot stomping became unbridled, so did he, losing that rhythm and thrusting madly inside once, twice, harder and deeper than before until he finally exploded, releasing his juices deep inside of my body.

  He yanked himself free, and I could feel my body growing warm yet again. Still blinded, I knew I was glowing yet again. But my initiation was not complete. A second set of hands replaced the first, and suddenly I was filled once more by a strange, worm like appendage. This creature was not built like a humanoid, instead his long sex organ wormed deeper and deeper inside of my body, to places that had never before been touched. He was taking a virginity I didn't know I had. And that was not enough for him, as a second appendage began to force itself inside of my rear.

  The chant had begun again as he took me. But this was nothing like being with a human male. Instead, his organs began to vibrate and spin, a sensation I'd never imagined outside of robotic manipulation. The pleasure it drew from my body was so intense that as soon as a third appendage touched my tender pearl I felt myself erupt with my own juices. I cried out my excitement, completely outside of what the women were chanting. They had to increase their speed as my joy was bringing his even more quickly.

  When he released, all three of his organs tensed. They became hard for only a moment, long enough to release their own juices, which appeared to come from not only the head, but other places along the length. He held so much seed that I wondered if I hadn't reached my limit.

  The chant began again, another had come to use my body. Another was there to treat me like just an object. These men were foolish. They believed they were merely taking us, emptying their loads deep inside. But we were taking so much more from them.

  This man was thick, far thicker than I could have imagined. Yet he shoved himself inside, lubricated by my oils, my own pleasure, and the seed of the men who'd come before. And I felt myself still stretch to accommodate him, pulled to the very limits of my body's elasticity by the ramming of his massive dick inside my tiny canal. When he had pushed himself as far as he could go, I could feel scales at the head of his cock. The sheer alieness of it sent shivers down my spine. And when he erupted, hard and deep inside of my womb, it swung the pendulum of my bindings by its sheer force.

  And so it continued, my initia
tion. I felt creatures of every type. Every orifice was used and abused by their hot alien need. My skin grew hotter and hotter, and I wondered how they couldn't feel how much they were giving to me. I was growing powerful. I was taking their life force. And yet they thought they were just using me for pleasure. Hell, I bet they even donated afterwards to the temple. No wonder we were rich.

  Finally, hours later, the chanting slowed and stopped. I felt gentle hands move to me. I was untied and slowly lowered to the ground. My mistress removed my blindfold, a brilliant smile upon her face. To my surprise, she was glowing as well, a brilliant violet.

  “Were you using the men too?” I asked, my voice hoarse from ill use.

  She shook her head. “No. It is you, my child. You have fed us all. I had not believed it was possible. But you did it.”

  I slowly moved my eyes, taking in the rest of the women. Some appeared amazed, others apprehensive. But all were glowing.

  “I don't understand... I thought...” I began.

  “Shh...” she lay her fingertips over my lips. “You are the one who was prophesied. You will be the most powerful of us all.”

  Claimed by the Alien Lord

  Invasion #12

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

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  Copyright 2015

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  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  I'd tried to warn them. They wouldn't listen. And tonight it would all be over.

  Tonight is the night they will Invade.

  And tonight I will meet my lover for the very first time.

  I had found a perfect vantage point overlooking the city. I'd parked my beat up old Sentra so that I could sit on the hood, bundled up in a blanket, drinking from a flask of rum. The world was ending tonight, I might as well have some of the good stuff. Soon the greatest fireworks show that the earth had ever seen would begin. I wanted a front row seat.

  Look, I feel guilty about it, alright? I keep thinking that somewhere, deep inside my brain, there was some sentence I could have said, some phrase that would have made it all real. It would make them understand. I didn't say it. I didn't do it. And what I did say was enough that I spent a great deal of my youth forced to take hardcore psychiatric pills. I even did a couple of stints in the mental hospital.

  So, well, fuck it. I took another deep sip of the rum and leaned back, letting it warm my body. I graduated college, eventually, and figured out that no one gave a shit about my prophesies. I had no proof, only my ravings, and it just wasn't enough. So I just learned to kept quiet, and let the rest of the world think that their feeble attempts at making me normal had worked.

  It didn't matter any more. They'd made their choice. And he was here, perhaps already orbiting in our atmosphere. He said he would save me, and I prayed he was true to his word. I couldn't stop the invasion, I couldn't even convince anyone it was happening. His protection was my only hope.

  Mastian. My tormentor. My alien lover. I'd known him my whole life, and yet had never seen him in the flesh. Well, scales. His kind was more reptilian than mammal. So often I'd imagined what his skin would feel like, pressed upon my own. These savage dreams we'd engaged upon...

  I sighed, realizing I'd finished my flask of rum. I should have brought more. Everything was going to change tonight. Either he was going to bring me aboard his ship, to become “his pet”, or I would go down with the rest of the world. One way or another, it would be my last day upon this planet.

  A small amount of doubt was starting to creep in. Shouldn't he have arrived by now? I wasn't sure what time it was, but I guessed close to three in the morning. This was the right night, he'd whispered it in every dream we'd ever shared. No matter what depravity he might have inflicted upon my body, still he reminded me of the date, the day he would come to claim me.

  My whole life revolved around this date. I could never forget it, even if it wasn't my thirtieth birthday. I'd pushed everyone away, not wanting to be close to another human lest the pain grow too much to bear when they eventually perished. I'd never been with another man, at his insistence. If he didn't show up, then what did it all mean? What was the point?

  “Clara...?”

  CHAPTER 2

  The flask fell from my hands, denting the Sentra.

  “Mastian?”

  A cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. As he pushed back that dark hood I saw him for the first time. His skin was a dark green, scales glistening in the moonlight. His eyes were large and commanding. His jaws jutted out into a long snout, reminding me of a crocodile. His sharp claws folded over his broad, muscular chest.

  A wordless sound of joy escaped my lips and I kicked myself loose from the blanket. I tumbled to the ground and raced to his side, thinking to grab him into a fierce hug. I was so wrong to doubt him, I knew that now.

  He held one of those huge, clawed fingers out before me, stopping me in my tracks. I was so close, I wanted to touch him. Why did he deny me? But he was not the sort of creature who lost control. At least, not this early. That sharp claw hovered above my nose and I knew from my training that I must not move, I must wait for his command.

  “You must only call me 'Master' or 'Lord'. Is that understood Clara?” He spoke softly, a mere whisper on the wind. Yet still his voice reverberated in my chest.

  I furrowed my brow. Of course I knew the proper form of address. We'd gone over this so many times, what we would do once we were finally together. But here we were alone. Weren't we? I searched his strange reptilian eyes, eyes that I could read better than any human's. There, there was the merest hint of amusement.

  I fell to my knees before him. This creature, my master. I was his. He had claimed me, so long ago. So many nights I'd spent in his arms during my training. At first I was unsure, after all his people were so unnatural. He had a tendency towards roughness and cruelty. But I knew, despite everything he did to my body, he was fond of me.

  And I knew I was in love with him.

  “Yes, Master,” I stated, bowing my head in the correct form, just as he had taught me.

  “Excellent. I am pleased to see you, Clara.” He chuckled softly. “Now free me.”

  My eyes shot up to his. I'd always had a hint of defiance in my submission. I knew it excited him. After all, despite everything he'd ever done to me inside my mind, I knew I could always wake up and stop it. I never did. But I also would question him if necessary.

  “Should we, Master? Isn't the invasion imminent?”

  He lay his large claw upon my head, petting my long hair. “Indeed.”

  “Then don't you need to command, Master?”

  “I am. I'm on comm. Now free me, my pet.” I hesitated a moment longer before he continued. “Do you want to make me angry?”

  I did not. I'd felt the sting of his whip before. I expertly reached through his robes, knowing exactly how to part them. I let my hands, so small compared to his massive size, slowly run up and down his alien dick. Above me he made that sound, that strange echoing sound, that meant I was bringing him pleasure.

  When I pulled it free of the layers of robes, it stood above me, proud and massive. It was a dark green, thick and pulsating with his quickly running blood. I'd never held a true cock in my hand, alien or no. I had to take a moment to experience it. Such a strange feeling. Hard and soft at the same time. And there at the base, instead of the hair that a mammal would have, there were thick, hard scales. I knew that they went further, covering his heavy balls. I didn't understand how that would work, evolutionarily, but I knew I wanted it in my mouth.

  I let my tongue dart out, tasting him. I thought it would taste like my own skin, but it didn't. There was a strange, almost organic taste there that reminded me of a wet swampland. It wasn't unpl
easant, just unexpected. Still, he was my Master. I wanted to please him. I let my tongue move from the base, all the way to the tip, and back down again the other side. Then I slowly moved to those strange, scaled balls, gingerly caressing them with my tongue.

  They were as hard as I'd expected, and sharp. I would have to be very delicate here, else I cut myself. So instead I began to move back upwards, wetting his length with my tongue, readying him for anything else he wanted.

  “Though I savor your touch, we're out of time, my pet...” He growled. Both of his claws tangled themselves in my thick hair, on either side. He positioned that thick, green head at my lips. He stared down at me for a long moment, his eyes dark, cruel, and possessive. He wanted me, he couldn't hold back. The thought thrilled me to my very core.