To Be Continued…
XXXperimental Lessons: Missionary Emotions
Chapter One
The queen stood with her arms crossed behind her back as she stared over at the nearby enemy ship, her own vessel concealed from its view with the aid of an invisibility device. She scowled at what she knew in her mind must be happening as she watched one of its lights click off.
“Those pigs,” she spat, squinting her fierce eyes into the distance, showing her teeth as she simmered at the depravity of their kind. She shuddered slightly, losing her train of thought for a moment, before picking up its thread again, her anger reinstated as she tore in with her tirade. “The male sex is a disgusting thing, regardless of its race or species. They dominate women in every- Ohhh God- in every manner conceivable...” she had to grab hold of the railing for support in order to keep from falling over mid-monologue. She cleared her throat, her knees ceasing their knocking, and attempted to reinstate her royal demeanor.
“And, um... Yes... Men... They keep women in subjection in even sexual matters, digging into them, violating the perfect, sacred surface of their beautiful forms by slicing apart their bodies most viciously, even their copulative organs an everlasting sign of their most violent tendencies. And furthermore... And... And...”
Queen Zil was beginning to grow dizzy. Her eyes rolled up practically halfway into her head, and she had to close her eyelids partly to restore her line of thinking.
Righteous indignation was made difficult to spew when you couldn't even see straight.
“And... And we, the mighty Femfatals, are the only race in existence with enough insight to... To... Oh, fuck... To resist. I m-m-mean, l-look at that poor girl held by those... Those....”
She clasped her hands tightly around the railing, in severe need of support.
“Mmmmisogynists!” she spit out at last, determined to power through the remainder of her speech one way or the other. It was a bit of an uphill climb when you had one of your most loyal subjects bobbing her head in and out between your thighs, eating you out as you tried to compose a diatribe. “It is unconscionable what those bastards subject that p-p-poor Earth girl to,” she stammered, trying to wrap things up as promptly as possible. “And she does not even know any better than to- than to resist... But we, we, we shall rescue poor Lucy from her own ignorance, and with the beneficence of our gracious actions, we shall- we shall- we shall-” She gave up. “Oh God, Roquelle, just take me already...”
With an impassioned fierceness she pulled her vixen servant deeper into her pussy by the back of the head, and moaned away her lust into the empty vacuum of space.
Chapter Two
“Lucy,” said Trebor, tapping the tips of his fingers together in a manner most scholarly, clearly formulating the words he wished to speak to her. Both of them were sitting naked, and in fact had not been a state of proper dress for the past couple of days now. “Yrag and I are very pleased with the direction in which these XXXperiments have been progressing thus far. Time and time and time again you have proved your sexual viability, your outright depravity in fact, able to overcum every erotic obstacle the two of us have thrown at you with aplomb. Oral, anal, oral and anal, vaginal and anal, oral and vaginal, oral, vaginal and anal...”
“Thank you sir,” said Lucy, her cheeks blushing just the least bit at his words. “That's quite a compliment coming from such a vastly experienced fucker as yourself.”
Trebor smiled. “Lucy, truth be told, we think we vastly underestimated your reproductive capabilities upon abducting you, and for that, we both see now, we were fools.”
“Yes you were,” Lucy agreed, glad that her master was seeing reason in the matter.
“However,” he said, that deadly word that served to suck all compliments dry of their potency. Lucy gulped, afraid of what he might say. “One thing we noticed is that every pleasure we subject you to, no matter how light or how intense, you scream like an absolute banshee at the top of your lungs.”
“Oh...” said Lucy, looking ashamed, as though this was some great smite against all humanity that she might never be able to live down.
“It's not your fault!” added Yrag hurriedly, waving his arms in explanation. “It is simply your biology that has programmed you that way. And really, truth be told, we find it damn sexy in many cases when it happens.”
“Damn sexy,” chimed Trebor, reinforcing the idea.
“Oh... Well thank you,” said Lucy, lighting back up. “But... Well, then, I guess I'm not one hundred percent certain what the problem is, exactly...”
“Well,” said Trebor, with an It's really quite simple look on his face, “As we explained, part of the reason of our testing your limits this way is to be able to maximize your reproductive capabilities. When we're done with you, you should be well and able to screw any time of day, anywhere, and under any particular set of circumstances. And frankly, there are times when you simply cannot be screaming at the top of your lungs like a little chicken shit during the proceedings.”
“I see,” said Lucy, her ego deflating again.
“Do not despair,” encouraged Yrag, smiling delightedly at her. “For we have developed a solution!” He held out a hand, in which he clutched what was in essence a large metal ring, and Lucy accepted it from him, turning it in her fingers, feeling its cool texture in her grip, wondering what the hell they intended to do with this thing.
“I don't think this will fit inside me, if that's what you're thinking,” she said, looking skeptical.
“Oh, no... We didn't... Oh God...” said Trebor, realizing what she'd been thinking. “God no, that's not what we had in mind whatsoever!”
“Oh...” said Lucy, a bit disappointed, because even though the prospect of cramming the thing up her cooter seemed impossibly painful, she was still a little bit turned on by the idea of it. She examined the thing more closely, childishly rolling it around on a nearby table like a wheel.
“Stop that,” snapped Trebor, eyeballing her fiercely.
“Sorry,” said Lucy, letting it come clanking to a halt on its side like a quarter settling down after being spun.
“No,” said Yrag, at last giving her a full explanation. “That, my lovely Lucy, is a shock collar. It regulates the levels of your excitement, measuring the decibels of your audible emissions during acts of erotic stimulation. And for any screaming you do, it will subject your body to levels of electric shock in proportion to the loudness of your outcries.”
“Oh God,” said Lucy, pulling her fingers away from the thing with a sudden sense of a horror, almost as though it had shocked her from the mere mention of its functions. “What about moaning?” she asked, unsure whether she could silence her cries of passion altogether during their acts of inhuman intercourse.
“Moaning, too.”
“Whimpering?”
“And whimpering.”
“What about sighing?”
“And sighing.”
“Gasping.”
“Gasping.”
“Breathing?”
“Depends how carried away you get.”
She looked at him, a sudden fierceness suddenly blazing in her eyes as she put together the full implications of what they were telling her.
“So wait a minute,” she said, with tones of accusation impregnating every word. “Basically what you're saying is, I'm your bitch. And you want to put this metal shock collar around my neck to keep me from barking too loud...”
Trebor and Yrag exchanged a terrified glance, realizing that they must seem to Lucy every ounce of the chauvinistic pigs that their enemies the Femfatals made them out to be, and scrambling to come up with some half-assed explanation.
“Oh, well, we uh...” stammered Trebor, his words failing him, “...We... Didn't think of it like that... We're very sorry... Are you, uh... I mean... I sincerely hope we didn't offend you with our coarseness...”
Lucy's stern expression broke at this point, cracking open into the underlying smile that be
trayed her true feelings about the idea.
“Are you fucking kidding?” she laughed, the tension all dissipating from the room at once, and before she could even elaborate she heard Yrag and Trebor letting loose a pair of tremendous sighs. “That sounds unbelievably hot and like something that I would probably volunteer to do of my own free will, anyway.”
“Oh,” laughed Trebor, still on uncertain ground, but feeling much better about things. “Well I'm very glad to hear that...”
“Now, the only question is, how much torture are you willing to subject me to? I'm feeling rather up for a sixteen-some today,” she teased, staring at each alien's eight writhing cocks. Surprisingly, Trebor's all went limp and shrunk back, receding turtle- like into their shafts at Lucy's gaze. Lucy stared up at him, a bit surprised.
“Actually,” said Trebor, visibly embarrassed, “I'm a bit too tapped out to participate today, to be quite honest... You've drained my snakes just a few times too often in too short a period of time...”
Chapter Three
“Oh,” said Lucy, and it was a bit pathetic that she found having only eight cocks rammed inside of her at once disappointing.
“Yrag will be taking today's shift,” said Trebor, waving a hand to his partner.
“I've been doing male Kegel exercises,” said the alien in question, rocking his pelvis from sides, the eight slick willies bouncing happily with each turn of his muscular body. “I've got plenty of ammo to spare.”
“Well, then,” said Lucy, holding up the collar, “Strap this thing on me and let's get this party started!”
Seconds later, the thing was around her neck, its metal digging into her skin, and Yrag was pressing into her, the heat from his body and the pressure of his cocks against her flesh making her instantly call into question the wisdom of her decision.
The torturous electrical XXXperiment had officially begun.
Almost instantly her breathing was amplified, as Yrag leaned in to begin kissing her, pecking gently on her lips, sopping up their moisture, and letting his tongue ooze with liquid smoothness into her own mouth, twirling around in the pools of saliva, filling her with an early feeling of ecstasy. Lucy became conscious of every last sound she made, from the faintest brushing of skin, the lightest sweeping of hair, the gentlest suctioning of lips, the liquid splash of her breath as she exhaled her saliva into Yrag's open mouth. Apparently, and thankfully, the collar only shocked with the resonance of vocal noises, and ambient sounds such as these did not register with its sensors. She tested this theory only a few moments later as Yrag began to run gentle kisses up and down along her neck, driving her toward the uncontrollable urge to whimper from his touch, and instantly little crackles of static began to run up and down along the length of her spine, not painful just yet, but enough to very gently remind her of the collar's looming, potentially vicious presence should it need come to that.
“Hush little baby,” whispered Yrag into her lips, teasing her, clearly, “We've scarcely even begun and already you've started losing.”
At this, Lucy, clamped her lips shut in the manner of an especially stubborn oyster, blocking in any potential sounds that may elect to emanate from her throat, and Yrag took this as a cue to move back upward toward her puckered mouth, and try his damnedest to kiss the clamped thing back open, attempting to bite down on her playfully with his gums, and pull her lips apart that she might experience another mild shock. Lucy resisted at first, but Yrag was persistent, pecking away at her as a mother bird who can't quite get its chick to eat what it's being given, and the silliness of his efforts was enough to cause Lucy to start to snicker, and the collar in turn to zap her up a bit. “Ouch!” she peeped, and she braced herself, hit an instant later with a much larger bolt of electricity that left her convulsing mildly in Yrag's arms. She had to clamp back shut to avoid repeating her error in reaction to it and the shocks being repeated indefinitely.
“Oooooh,” said Yrag, leaning back, smiling victoriously at her. “Bad, bad girl... Someone's really going to get it here in a few minutes...”
Scarcely had they made it out of the starting gate, and already Lucy was beginning to believe that the aliens' purpose was not to make her resistant to her screams as they'd purported, but to have fun torturing her while they did it, goading her as Yrag was into her squeals of panic despite her real and earnest attempts at resistance.
“Now, let us see what precisely an electrified pussy tastes like. I imagine you'll be pretty spicy down there by the time I'm done with you...”
Lucy braced herself as she ran his ticklish kisses down the slick planes of her body, knowing that she was largely powerless to resist the urge to moan as though birthing a child whenever a man went down on her. She placed her hands firmly over her lips, as though this might somehow dam up her cries before they had the chance to slither out of her lips, but she knew full well that her efforts would be in vain.
She could feel him down there, his long alien tongue circling slowly around the fleshy entryway of her femininity, gliding around in circles with a sense of savory delicacy, absorbing the mild flavor of her sopping wet labia, sampling a gentle taste of her wares before taking the absolute plunge inside her body. Lucy gulped, even this simplest of gestures inducing a little crackling spark from her dog collar, and her knees trembled to contemplate what might happen once he actually made his way inside her body.
“Oh, come on now Lucy,” he teased, hovering like a demon around the entrance of her cooter, his hot breath making her ache with desire for and fear of him. “I can hear your filthy little cries, struggling to get out. Scream for me Lucy,” he said, moving from her pussy for a moment to plant a series of juicy, wet kisses around the fleshy pink triangle of her clean-shaven pubic area. “Scream for your alien master...”
In an instant, he'd plunged himself all the way inside, his long tongue grazing the tender walls of her pussy, and instantly Lucy shrieked, her knees shooting together like a vice around the sides of her diner's green head, the fingers over her mouth causing the cry to erupt as a muffled “Mmmmmmm...” This did little to mitigate the effects of the collar, however. Immediately, her spine began to writhe, wriggling about like a snake as electricity surged like a bastard through the tender nerves of her body, the percolating sweat over every plane of skin serving to amplify the force of the shock with its moisture. Again she resisted the urge to shriek further at her own pain, and Yrag seemed pleased at having evoked it, smiling devilishly up at her, then setting straight back to work down below.
For several agonizing minutes the green prick bobbed his stupid head perfectly up and down between Lucy's splayed legs, hitting all the right nerves in all the right places and at all the right times, the strokes of his tongue long, warm, and tender, the gentility of his munching being precisely the thing that was making it so hard for Lucy to resist letting out an emotive shriek of pleasure. The intense tingle of his intense stimulation fizzled up her body like a dose of carbonation, sizzling up from between her legs, bubbling along her abdomen, causing her tits to glow with arousal, and at last catching in the base of her throat, begging to get out despite her most sincere efforts at resistance.
“Go on, go on, go on, go on...” Yrag goaded into her wide wet pussy, and with a few more concerted laps of tongue against cunt he had achieved his goal, and a huge ball of tension released itself from Lucy's throat, bursting forth from her form in the shape of an anguished “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!”She instantly regretted the decision, as the most vicious current of electricity to date went surging fiercely through her body, her convulsing limbs doing an involuntary little jig of severe pain.
“Tisk, tisk, tisk,” clicked Yrag, shaking his head with a pitying faux-disapproval. “Naughty, naughty girl, Lucy. Now bend over, and allow me to issue forth your punishment.”
Not thinking of anything but the inevitability of the pain she was about to receive, and not for an instant considering that resistance was still an option, Lucy obeyed, bending down, her ruby red cheeks fl
ashing bright as they spread apart into the air, both squishy orifices rather withdrawn from the fear of what they knew was about to be done to them. Yrag crawled in behind her, skimming the length of his many erections up and down along the tender folds of her flesh. “Open wide, you naughty little squealer...”
Lucy gasped. Her eyes grew wide and she bit down on her clenched fingers as he entered her, and a little wave of electric shock blew over her, leaving her startled but largely intact compared to the most recent outbreak, and she struggled to regain her composure, breathing so hard that it caused sparks to fly from her body, but it succeeded in granting her some control over herself, and she did her damnedest to focus on nothing but steadying herself. Although Yrag had surprised her by leaving her asshole unassaulted, he had one-upped her expectations on another front by lodging all eight of his writhing cocks into her wet, frightened pussy, the battalion of them twisted together into something of a singular, cohesive unit, and stretching Lucy to a point that she knew screaming would be inevitable once their owner commenced his thrusting in earnest.
“I can't wait to see if you have any eyebrows left by the end of this,” Yrag whispered, and Lucy couldn't help but wonder whether the collar's shocks would be lethal if she screamed loudly enough. She was fairly sure they wouldn't be, but... Well... Wouldn't they be?
She gulped, evoking a little crackle.
He tore into her.
Instantly the combined efforts of eight rigid cocks were too much for her, and though he took it easy for the first couple of slaps, her tight little pussy was scarcely able to fathom the sum cum total of the mammoth bouquet of sex organs being rammed into her body. He slid gradually in, then pulled forcefully back out again, the friction causing a tentative heat to rise up between her legs, a warning sign, in essence, of the deadly set of sparks that was on its way. Lucy's nostrils flared as he ground in and out of her body, his preparatory gentility, she was sure, merely a teasing gesture to help make her aware of how intense things were actually about to grow, torturing the poor girl even with his hollow facade of mercy.
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