Abduction 1

by Amy Fawn

  Suddenly, without warning, the Gorevian pulled back his cock from Amy’s pussy and thrust it into her eager ass. Amy sucked in her breathe from the shock as she was stretched open. Her nails dug into the couch and the growled under breathe at the sheer intensity of the sensations that were overwhelming her. After the first eight inches of cock had been pushed into her tight booty, Amy began to bounce backwards, greedy for more. The Gorevian, grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her, matching her rhythm, pushing his thick man meat deep into her. Amy howled like a wild thing as the pleasure built and she was filled up more and more. After another six inches of cock was thrust into her she couldn’t seem to find the strength to bounce back any long, clinging on for dear life on the edge of the couch. This did not phase the Gorevian as he entered a kind of berserk lust, pinning Amy and pounding deep into her, determined to put every inch of his cock inside her. Now even Amy’s moans of ecstasy had stopped, as she seemed to be silently screaming in rapturous pleasure. Her ass was stretched wide now, as her bull-like master was approaching the thickest part of his cock. It was all Amy could do now to take it, her juicy ass built for exactly this, it didn’t lesser the feeling of being impaled on that monster. The Gorevian was brutally ploughing her now, the slaps of his hips against her ass echoing around the room. Amy’s face was pushed into the cushions of the couch, only her wide and glazed eyes visible. The Gorevian snorted and then bellowed deeply as he thrust as hard he could, one last time. Amy’s eyes widened even further as a huge amount of cum flooded her ass. Even as it started to overflow out of her and run down her leg, words appeared on the screen.

  Simulation Complete.

  Amy jerked to alertness as Arnold took the device from her head. ‘Very well done Amy, you used what assets you had to your best advantage!’ The room was full of gentle clapping as the girls cheered on their sister. Amy blushed and smiled, pride beaming from her.

  ‘Now, let’s do it again, except this time you must try something different. Remember, be creative and original!’ Without any more warning, he put the device back onto Amy’s head. All eyes returned to the screen. Words flew across it as before.

  Simulation 1. Your owner has come home late from work and is stressed; they are currently in the shower and will be coming downstairs soon.

  Second Attempt.

  The view was identical to how it was before. Amy stood in the living room, the sound of the shower running upstairs. She stood in drab robes and little else. Quickly undressing again, she took her lower robes and twisted them into a binding, which she wrapped around her ankles. Using a second binding she made out of her upper robes, she managed to knot her wrists as well, using her feet to tighten it behind he back.

  When the Gorevian came down the stairs, he found a the petite brunette looking up at him with those huge, dark eyes from where she knelt on her knees. Without a word, Amy opened her bee sting lips an d let her tongue protrude from her mouth, in obvious invitation. The Gorevian chuckled, removing his robes and stepping forward, already becoming erect. As he approached, Amy used every part of her body to portray helplessness. She pouted her lips, opened her doe eyes wide, pushed her breasts together and leaned forward. She was the perfect restrained fuck doll.

  The Gorevian approached, stopping just in from of the naughty girl on her knees in front of him. She leaned forward, licking with her long and dexterous tongue, all the way up his shaft. He grunted and Amy had to restrain a smile. When she got to the tip, slowly and lovingly, she kissed it. A sweet little peck, followed by another and another, never breaking eye contact with her master. Precum oozed from the tip and almost like a trigger, Amy gently slipped her mouth over the head, enjoying the salty cum on her tongue. It slid easily into her mouth, her genetic engineering allowing her to inhale it, without risk of a gag reflex. Extra muscles in her throat massaged the cock as the Gorevian began to face fuck her, gripping it gently and milking every inch of the shaft. Able to hold her breath for over an hour if she needed to, Amy didn’t need to worry about stopping for air and she made sure to savour every second. She gripped the meat in her mouth with her strong lips and milked the delicious precum with every firm thrust, moaning with pleasure. She squirmed in place, yearning to touch her desperate and aching pussy. Her restraints held her though, only making her hornier. She channelled that frustration, bobbing here head with incredible speed and stroking the cock in her mouth with almost a vice like grip.

  The Gorevian was lost in the rhythm of its fucking, its pleasure evidently building as it hammered the helpless slut's mouth. Amy made sure to make her eyes as wide as possible and to look straight up at her owner, as he made good use of her. Her eyes were full of innocence even as her mouth was full of alien cock.

  The precum was becoming a steady flow now, the salty deliciousness a mere morsel before what was coming. Amy bobbed faster and faster, wanting feel her master come, no needing to feel her master come. Suddenly, the Gorevian heaved his cock all the way into Amy, his hands pushing her head all the way down onto him. She felt his cock stiffen as a flood of cum streamed into her. It flowed up and out of her mouth, even as she tried desperately to swallow every drop. With an almighty bellow the Gorevian heaved hard into her mouth one last time and with one last rope of cum, before slowly withdrawing with a contented sigh.

  Simulation Complete.

  Amy blinked as the device was removed again and an enthusiastic applause greeted her. Michelle was in awe at Amy’s prowess. She had used what little she had perfectly. It made Michelle nervous though. Would she be able to do something similar?

  ‘Very good Amy, very good!’ Arnold said happily. He gestured for her to return to her seat, which Amy did, grinning broadly. He briefly consulted his register. ‘Catelyn? Would you come up here please?’

  A sharp featured woman strode her way confidently to the front. She was the archetypal Aryan beauty, with curled, golden hair and ice blue eyes. Her skin was as smooth and pale as cream and her figure was curvy yet also athletic. She was incredibly feminine and yet she also emanated a sternness and mercilessness that scared Michelle slightly.

  Taking the device from Arnold, she placed it on her head and with a slight gasp, froze in place. Words appeared on the viewing screen.

  Simulation 2. Your master is drunk and feeling especially adventurous. Normal stimulation will not satisfy. He will enter the room shortly, after he finishes his drink downstairs.

  First attempt.

  The screen burst to life again, this time showing a Yelvan bedroom. Yelvan's were slender and short creatures, around five feet tall. They had green skin and red eyes designed to see in infrared as well as the usual visual spectrum. As such, the bedroom was dark and shaded, lit only by a roaring stone fireplace. The large bed was covered in a silken sheet that reflected the dim light from the fire. Catelyn stood on the fur rug by the fireplace, eyes already darting around for what she could use. She wore a leather corset and matching thong, emphasising her gorgeous figure.

  Her eyes landed on the draws and she quickly rifled through them, finding only a bottle of thick lube. Smiling a cruel smile, she took off the thong and threw it on the bed, merely seconds before the door opened. Catelyn stood with her hands on her tiny waist, her eyebrows raised as her Yelvan master stumbled into the room, with a confident swagger.

  She watched him approach, not moving an inch but her eyes blazed with disapproval. Just as he stood in front of her, she leaned down and put a finger under his chin, raising his face to look up into hers.

  ‘Don't you say a damn word.’ Her voice was as cold as mid-winter and her eyes blazed with icy fury. ‘You come in here, drunk off your ass and don’t even have the decency to kneel properly?’ Catelyn tripped his legs out from under him deftly, putting him on his knees before her. Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled it back so it was facing the ceiling and his mouth was pulled open wide. Stepping forward with her legs opening, she hovered her exposed pussy over his open mouth. Sneering she simply said ‘Get to work.’
And lower her pussy onto his tongue.

  She started slow, letting him tease her with his tongue. He caressed and probed tentatively, as if unsure how she wished him to please her. He quickly grew in confidence though, rubbing the length of his tongue up and down her clit in a steady rhythm, drawing a soft moan from her blood red lips.

  Steadily, she began to ride his tongue, even as he drew it across her clit. She started to push her weight down onto it, even as she thrust his face harder, up into her pussy. She began to groan through gritted teeth, as she began to ride his face mercilessly, using him for her pleasure. As she rode, the heat from the fire place made sweat glisten on her creamy skin and she could feel every tiny bead on her. Her skin felt aflame as her orgasm built inexorably, the tension in her pussy climbing to a crescendo. She shouted a sharp bark of pleasure that dragged out in a long moan as waves of pleasure flowed through her, rocking her to her core. Even as she came, she didn’t release the pressure on her lover nor did she slow her riding for a second.

  Pushing the Yelvan back from her pussy, she stepped back and climbed onto the bed. She slid onto the sheets sleekly, like a prowling cat, before settled on her side, her head propped up on one arm. She reached to her discarded thong and threw it and the Yelvan. ‘Put that on. I like my sluts to look naughty.’ The aura of command in her voice was amazing, perfectly designed to leave no room for questioning or argument. The Yelvan stepped into the thong gingerly, as it bound his manhood tightly and slipped between his ass cheeks.

  ‘Good girl.’ Catelyn said with grudging approval.

  Catelyn crooked her finger, beckoning him towards the bed. He approached tentatively, a prey animal walking right into his predator’s lair. He crawled onto the bed next to her and she drew him down to lie on his back. Slowly, she traced a finger down his chest, teasing his skin with her long nails. She slid on top of him, her hand coming up to pin his head to the bed by his chin. She leaned down and slowly licked his nipple, flicking her tongue across it as it hardened. She giggled and rose up, putting her lips to his ear and whispering softly ‘You taste like a slut.’ At those words, the thong twitched as his manhood strained to be free.

  Catelyn picked up the bottle of lube from the side of the bed and gently teased out some onto her middle finger. She leaned down and began to rub the Yelvan’s cock, in small, slow circles. He groaned in need, his trapped manhood desperate for attention.

  ‘You want it baby?’ Catelyn whispered seductively into his ear as she rubbed. He nodded eagerly, desperate for release. ‘You got it.’ She said with relish, letting her finger drift down and under his cock, moving the thong aside, she slid a slick finger inside his ass. He gasped in shock and Catelyn pinned him down one handed as she finger fucked him.

  ‘You’re wearing a slutty thong, you have had your nipples licked, you’re all lubed up. You’re a slut and you’re going to get fucked like it.’ She smiled a cruel smile ‘Now take it like a good little bitch.’ She added a second finger.

  The Yelvan gasp and started to writhe as she picked up the pace. She poured the lube over her working fingers, not stopping for a second, even as she added a third finger. The Yelvan began to whimper in pleasure and shame as she stretched out his ass with her fingers. Her wrist moved faster and faster, each stroke driving him crazy and turning her on as he submitted to her fucking.

  ‘You know most girls don’t take it in the ass as well as you do.’ She whispered in his ear she worked. ‘You’ve got a gifted little whore ass there. So glad it’s all mine to use, although I bet you’d let anyone use it wouldn’t you?’ She grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at hers.

  ‘You just remember, you needy little whore, that your ass belongs to me.’ The growled intensely, adding a fourth finger and ignoring the Yelvan’s wide eyes. ‘You’re ass belongs to me and I’m going to fuck it until you realise that you’re my slut.’ A feline smile spread across her lips ‘Then, I’ll fuck it more just for the fun of it.’

  Finally, she slid her lubed thumb inside, each thrust of her hand driving deeper and spreading her submissive lover even wider. The Yelvan was gripping the bed hard now, short gasps escaping his mouth with each thrust. His body clenched and he shouted aloud as his thong became drenched in cum and collapsed, spent.

  Simulation Complete.

  As before, the students applauded politely as the device was removed from Catelyn’s head. Michelle was in awe at the display. Could she ever even hope to be able to do something like that?

  ‘Very good Catelyn, very good.’ Arnold said proudly ‘Now with the next one, why not-’ Arnold cut off as she whole room shook. Grabbing her table to stabilise herself, Michelle looked around in panic.

  The other students chattered worriedly and Arnold was just picking himself up off the floor when another alien burst through the door.

  Terror filled her voice as she said one, simple word.

  ‘Pirates.’