Aliens From Planet X
Well, here it is at last: my first story submission to Yiffstar. That's a good thing, right? I hope you all enjoy it. This story was written for a friend of mine earlier this evening (10/16/2009) when he looked me up on an Instant Messenger, and is tailored to some of his favorite kinks. That said, I like a few of them too. This story includes explicit and non-consensual sexual acts written from the perspective of you, the reader. If you aren't of legal age to be reading such things or are offended by them, stop here. If you don't stop here, at least try not to get caught.
Think of the longest, most boring road trip you've ever been on. The scenery is much the same wherever you go, and between noteworthy locations there's a whole lot of nothing much at all. That, in a nutshell, is what long distance space travel is like. While we're on the topic of long drives, the one from Planet X is a doozy. Their explorers and researchers are good at bridging such gaps, though, always on the lookout for new planets to investigate and new life forms to examine. By the time they arrive, bored out of their minds, they are nearly desperate to find something of interest. They're the quiet type, though. When they find a planet with intelligent (-ish) life, they don't make a splashy entrance with synthesizer music and flashy lights; they creep in. They don't want to disrupt the locals' behavior, after all, so most of the time nobody knows they're there until they find an intriguing specimen. One like you, for instance.
It's an ordinary day, and then an ordinary night up until you go to bed. Shortly after you fall asleep, the power is cut off and everything goes quiet. Even your wife sleeps through your abduction. Again, no flashy lights, no sound effects; just a brief awareness of a sudden sting near your right shoulder, and then you fade into an even deeper sleep. When you wake up, which is difficult given the woozy feeling in your head, it's in an apparently featureless room with beige walls, ceiling, and floor. It's surprisingly easy on the eyes. You notice that even your limbs feel heavy...until you realize that your arms and legs are restrained by, well, it's soft and has warmed to your body temperature, kind of like silicone or rubber, but while it doesn't feel uncomfortably tight, it's definitely strong. Another strip of the stuff holds your torso to what you realize is a table of some kind, all of the same beige as the walls.
You hear a sound from behind your head...maybe a door opening? Suddenly, something is bending over you, looking you over from head to toe. Hard to tell what it looks like. Its features are blurred somehow, but you're pretty sure the general shape of it isn't humanoid. A second being like the first moves into view on your other side. One of them reaches out and runs a...something down your chest. You'd say it was a finger, but you can't move your head far enough to see. It moves lower, stopping to gently probe your navel. The other one does the same, but seems intrigued by your nipples. By this point, it's been made abundantly clear that you're shirtless. In fact, though you hadn't noticed due to the comfortable temperature of the room, you're naked!
The two aliens seem to be talking to each other, though to you it sounds more like a hissing whisper that you can't quite make out. The one that was poking at your nipples notices when they harden. It starts to brush at them, even pinching a bit to test the new texture. It and the other alien notice when you flinch a little. That's not the worst of it, though. Their ongoing investigation of your upper body, especially your nipples, is making your dick get hard. Maybe they won't notice? No such luck, as an appendage pokes at it and runs over the underside from base to tip, while another examines your balls. Naturally, they notice the little noises coming from you and the sudden increase of hardness in your cock. This might be when you begin to regret not having made time to jack off over the last three or four days. Their light touches...Well, they're having a powerful effect. The one that was previously just probing at your balls grabs them with...something and tugs them down a bit. Apparently it didn't want them getting away when they started to draw up to your body. The aliens' whispers are getting faster as you begin to drip precum and a moan escapes from your mouth. You're worried about what will happen if you cum, but with the stroking of your cock (which has become more deliberate, as they observe your reactions and gather fluid samples from the drips) and the tugging at your balls is just too much. You grunt as your body pulses out its seed. You can tell it's not a huge load, but respectable. This really gets the aliens' attention, especially when (though you can't see this) the table you're strapped to absorbs and analyzes the fluid that drips onto it. The whispering gets almost frantic, as they look over the data from the fluid analysis and the readings of your body's systems and reactions that the table's sensors recorded. Suddenly, the aliens go quiet, and you get the feeling they're watching you for a reaction...but to what?
You get a better idea of what they were waiting for when what you thought was just an examination table of some kind ripples beneath you, a steady wave moving from the head to the foot of the table. Suddenly, there's a sensation of movement at your ass. Something's investigating you down there! Could it be the table? The investigation turns into a probing, pushing sensation. Paying no attention to your outraged cry that turns into a surprised squawk, the probe slips into you. You try to stop it, but it's just a thin little thing, smaller than even a finger, and apparently really slippery. You soon become aware that it's growing, swelling, now that it's inside of you. Much to your surprise, it's not too uncomfortable. A little tight at first, but once you get used to it it's almost natural. Then it pulses, or moves...or both? It's practically cupping your prostate, as if custom made to contact that sensitive organ. A couple more pulses occur, each a few seconds apart, and that's when you feel something wrapping around the base of your balls and then the base of your cock. They're warm and stretchy, but firm--much like the other restraints. Even though you only came a few minutes ago, you can feel your cock hardening. The pulsing against your prostate and the firm grip upon your goods is just too nice to resist for long.
As you've long since given up on seeing what's gong on below your chest and resigned yourself to gazing up at the ceiling while trying to control your breathing, you notice that the ceiling seems to be developing a...well, you'd say it was a stalactite but it looks too rubbery...or maybe fleshy? Your attention is distracted momentarily by some particularly effective pulsations against your prostate, accompanied by contractions at the base of your cock and balls, and even a pulse against your perineum. That's new. By the time you've gotten your eyes to roll back forward, you notice that the dangling thing growing from the ceiling has gotten longer and looks like nothing so much as a thick tentacle. Just then, its tip forks into two smaller tendrils, each with what might be a suction cup at the end. These seem to be whippier and more agile than the larger growth, and timed with another squeeze-and-pulse against your prostate, cock, and balls that produces a sizeable dollop of precum, those tendrils lunge toward your chest. As their tips latch onto your nipples, you're really sure that those cups on the end are suckers as those sensitive nubs are suddenly being gently, but insistently, sucked at by what feels like two warm, moist mouths. You groan at the added stimulation, and notice that the pulsations below are speeding up a bit and the ring of whatever-this-stuff-is around your cock has grown to envelop your shaft up to the area just below the head. Busy with those sensations, you miss the third tendril splitting off from the tentacular stalactite on the ceiling until it darts toward your groin and attaches to the tip of your cock with another sucker like those on your nipples.
It appears that the foreplay is over. The anal probe massaging your prostate and the sheath around your dick start working with greater speed and insistence, while your balls are pulled slowly down and away with a tugging that matches the rhythm of the rest and the moist, sucking warmth around the head of your prick gets more active. By this point you were already hot enough, drooling and pulsing out a constant flow of precum, so it's not long before load number two is pumping out of you with more force and power than you expected as the carefully aimed pressure on your prostate pushes the juice from you like gravy from a baster. If your eyes hadn't been clenched shut while you cried out in pleasure, you'd have noticed the tube connecting the sucker to your cock pulsing in time with your orgasm as it pulled the fluid up into the ceiling, missing nary a drop.
Just as you're coming down from your orgasmic rush, you notice something. The sensations from your ass, genitals, and nipples haven't stopped, only slowed a little. You may think you're done, but apparently the aliens' apparatus thinks you've got more to give. Your penis feels like it's trying to soften up, but that doesn't seem to matter to the sheath around it or the sucker over its head. They just keep right on squeezing, tugging, sucking, and pulling. The anal probe is just as insistent, and has spiced up its steady pulses with about a second of fluttery vibration at the apex of each pulsation. To your dismay, it doesn't take long to get fully hard again. This time, though, the pleasure takes longer to build. You begin to wonder how long it's going to take you to reach a third climax at that slow rate, but there isn't much you can do about it. Suddenly you notice a low humming sound filling the room, and the walls and ceiling flicker with light, almost like distant lightning. The tendrils, and presumably the table you're on, also flicker, and the shock through your tender organs sure as hell feels like lightning, and not at all distant. In fact, it almost made you cum. This happens a few more times, and you can feel the pressure building inside with each cycle of stimulation. Just when you feel close to climax even without the electricity, instead of a flicker of light in the walls there's a steady glow. The feeling is almost indescribable. It's like your entire groin is vibrating from within, but it's also warm and hot and tingly. It's unendurable, and yet you almost wish it wouldn't stop as you feel yourself spasming your way through another orgasm and ejaculation, burping dollop after goopy dollop of your seed into the insidious contraption at work upon you. And then it doesn't let you stop. The electric tingling and cunning work of the wonderful, horrible tendrils and probes prolongs the climax until you're just sure it'll kill you. If it weren't for the strap across your abdomen, you'd be doing an impressive imitation of an acrobatic contortionist. Suddenly, it stops. As you pant and feel your heart rate gradually coming back down, you realize from the raw feeling in your throat that you must have been screaming.
You almost start screaming again when the moist suction at the end of your dick is accompanied by a probing at the tip of your tip. Something, an even smaller, slipperier tendril, infiltrates your body where you least expected it. After three orgasms, the last one of which was almost insane in its intensity, it seems that the pressure to provide is still on. But can you? Do you even have anything left for it to extract?
(Well? Do you?)
(If you think you've got a few dregs left in you, turn to page 23. If the tank is definitely dry, turn to page 26.)
(KinkyFriend: 23)
It's with a mounting feeling of horror that you realize you never truly went soft after your mammoth electrical orgasm. There may have been a bit more flex to your flesh for a minute or two, but as the tendril works its way deeper and deeper, you quickly rise to the occasion. Now, in addition to the other sensations surging, pulsing and slipping through your body, now there's the fluttering infiltration of your dick by this new tendril. It's gone deep, and you can feel it tickling inside the base of your penis. The electricity seems to have subsided for now, but the slurp-throb-suck-pull-twitch is downright creepy in its persistence and effectiveness. You'd think it would take you longer to feel the sensations building than before, but the new element provided by those internal sensations is getting you worked up after just half an hour. By this point, you almost wish you could just shoot and get it over with. Without warning, the slimy sound slithers farther in, forcing you to cry out. It feels like it's practically tickling the entrance to your prostate. The next pulsation from the anal probe removes all doubt. It's definitely knocking at that internal door, with maddening persistence. Even so, it seems uninterested in penetrating that organ, just teasing it into action.
Slurp. Suck. Pulse. Pull. Tickle. Throb.
Flicker.
Those electrical charges are starting again! This time, you can tell there's a connection between the anal probe and the sounding tentacle, as your prostate practically lights up. It's like the flashes and tingles from before have been focused into that one organ. Eventually there's another long, long discharge that practically squeezes your prostate, clenching those muscles involuntarily and forcing one last, torturous orgasm from your flesh. As the contractions begin to subside and the last dregs are milked from your reproductive organs, you feel consciousness fading...fading...
The next morning you awaken in bed, just as you normally would. Was it all a dream? It must have been. Nothing that crazy could be real. But how come the clocks are all flashing 12:00 like there was a power outage? And why are your nipples swollen and tender?