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Futuristic Alien Rape
by Rex (notuseful@frontiernet.net)
***
A female laborer loses her concentration for only a
moment and pays the consequences. (F/alien, nc, rp, sn,
sci-fi)
***
As always in the close confines of the alien slave
unit, the hours seemed to drag by interminably. For
Emily Hauer, it was a strange existence – daily forced
labor under the near-constant supervision of her
mechanized overseers – while at the same time having to
attend to the needs of another captive alien species.
It wasn't that the slug-snakes were particularly
demanding. All that was required of Emily was that she
dispose of the highly corrosive slime that the
translucent-skinned aliens exuded from their bodies.
This in itself was a fairly easy task, but the
repetitive nature off her duties was mind-bending, to
say the least.
Numb with boredom, she pushed her body through the
motions of a well-ingrained routine: scrape down the
slime-coated slug tanks, suck up the slime, repeat.
Then move on to the next tank and repeat once more.
Emily did her best to focus on her chore, but her mind
drifted. She regularly found herself wondering what her
old flame Terry Benson might be doing at any given
moment, but more often than not she was forced to steer
her mind away from the likelihood that he was having
sex with someone she knew.
To divert herself from this rather depressive obsessing
over Terry, she tried imagining herself back on Earth
doing all the things she used to like doing. But more
often than not she found herself growing nostalgic for
the days when she had worked as an up-and-coming
swimsuit model.
"If only they could see me now!" she chuckled ruefully
to herself. "Here I am half-way across the universe,
knee-deep in slime, and wearing a one-piece utility
suit that's oh-so unflattering to these almost-famous
curves."
Emily sighed and bent to her task, looking up
frequently from her work and her daydreaming to wonder
if the bot was ever going to call a halt for their mid-
day break.
Finally, almost delirious with hunger and exhaustion,
she glanced up and made the shocking discovery that she
had already reached tank number seventeen. It was a
specialized container for the larger, more aggressive
slug-snake specimens.
Peering through the transparent tank at the lazily
drifting bodies of the aquatic aliens, Emily realized
something was amiss... she couldn't possibly have
worked so fast... the bot had let them carry on for too
long. Emily thumbed the tab to deactivate the vacuum,
let the nozzle rest on her shoulder, and stood there
thinking the situation over.
If they stopped work now, the bot would surely punish
them, that much was obvious. On other hand, the
enforcer unit in charge of the work detail always let
them have a midday break to refresh themselves and grab
a bite to eat from whatever they'd managed to stuff
into their jumpsuits that morning. But today the
situation was obviously different, and Emily couldn't
see any way around the problem. She would just have to
keep working until the bot told her to stop.
"Fuck it," she said irritably. She thumbed the
activation tab to restart the vacuum and bent once more
to her task.
Just then, a huge glop of slime spattered the floor
just a few feet away from her. Startled, Emily turned
off the vacuum once more and looked overhead. There, at
the top of the slime-encrusted tank, she could see that
the liquid goo inside was sloshing violently at the
surface. Then she looked down at the slowly drifting
bodies of the alien slug creatures, just barely visible
through the thickly slimed glass. There seemed to be no
connection between the slug-snakes' apparent state of
relaxation and the agitated liquid swirling and
sloshing around at the surface.
"That's why I love working with you guys," Emily said,
attempting to sound more confident than she felt.
"Never a dull moment with you bad boys, is there?"
The creatures inside continued their placid drifting,
with just the occasional languid swish of a tail.
Emily shrugged and reactivated her vacuum, working more
cautiously now, always moving in a careful circle so
that she constantly faced the tank.
But something about the whole situation was far too
reminiscent of her dream of the previous night. Or
maybe she was just so exhausted that the whole
experience was beginning to feel like a dream. The work
seemed to go on and on...
"Get a grip, girl," Emily sighed. She continued
suctioning slime around the circumference of the tank
until she was almost half finished, pausing now and
then to schlup down the clinging slime with the long
scraping tool.
It was then that she spied an enormous, quivering blob
of slime off to her right, inching its way over toward
a section of the containment wall she'd already
cleaned. She knew her vacuum hose could reach it
easily, but the hose was at its farther extension at
this end of the tank. Emily realized she would have to
turn her back to the tank if she didn't want to go
through the laborious process of retracting and
repositioning the hose onto the other side. As she
thought this over, she looked up at the nearly
motionless slug-snakes one more time.
"Oh, for God's sake, Emily," she said to herself in an
exasperated tone, "it was just a stupid dream."
Emily quickly stretched out the hose until the end of
the fully-extended nozzle just touched the pile of
slowly crawling slime... the hose bucked and jerked as
it consumed the blob, and Emily had to hold on tightly
with her back to the slug tank the whole time.
There was a loud thud.
Emily turned slowly, already knowing precisely what had
just occurred. In a repetition of her nightmare, she
somehow managed to let go of the vacuum nozzle at just
that instant. (Her scraping tool went flying at the
same time.) As though in slow motion, automatic
tensioners in the hose suspension system engaged, and
pulled the entire unit out of her reach.
Emily found herself completely defenseless, and face-
to-snout with an escaped slug-being.
From this point on, things proceeded in a manner that
was quite unlike her recurrent nightmare. For one
thing, the slug-snake did not twist and writhe
helplessly on the floor. No, it practically flowed
along the floor's smooth surface until it was barely a
foot away. Emily just stood there, paralyzed with fear.
Instantly, the slug-snake sprang up with such force
that Emily was knocked over, and it was she who found
herself writhing and struggling as the creature pinned
her to the floor.
Emily tried to scream, but the slug-snake pressed it's
heavy, wet body against her face, effectively muffling
her cries.
Desperate to fight it off, she reached out and tried to
stick her thumbs into the bland, white orbs that passed
for the creature's eyes. But as she did so, sticky,
pseudopod appendages branched out and grasped her by
the forearms, immobilizing her. Immediately her hands
went numb. Emily tired to scream once more ... she
kicked and struggled, but soon she found it was no
longer just her hands that had gone numb, but her
entire body.
Not only was it useless to resist, it was rapidly
becoming impossible.
At this point, the jelly-like body of the slug-snake
began to alter its shape even more. A number of long,
probing appendages were extruded from its sides – whip-
like strands that felt like jelly on the surface, but
had a surprising, tensile strength to them.
Emily realized that the creature had somehow managed to
open the zipper of her jumpsuit, and immediately all of
these ropy 'arms' were thrust inside her clothing.
Emily thought she was going to lose her mind with the
terror of it, but there was simply nothing she could do
to prevent the attack.
Or was it an attack? As she lay there, Emily was
acutely aware of the fact that the creature hadn't hurt
her – at least not yet. Really it seemed like the alien
was just exploring her body. (Or possibly it was merely
tasting its food before it proceeded to devour her?)
Gently but firmly, she turned her head to the side
until she found a space to breathe. This accomplished,
her brain ticked over rapidly with thoughts of
survival. If this had been a bear attack, she reasoned,
the smart thing to do would be to curl up in a
defensive posture until it was over. But she couldn't
do that now, could she? She couldn't even move. The
only real option she had left was to try and relax, to
force herself to not feel afraid.
Emily was well aware of the fact that many animals can
sense or smell fear in humans – she supposed that the
same might be true with these alien creatures. There
certainly wasn't any point in giving it a reason to
attack her – and besides, what else could she do?
All the while this was going through her head, the
long, thin, jelly-like appendages explored every inch
of her body. Emily felt a number of smaller ones
tickling her breasts, her belly, and then longer ones
coiling around her hips and buttocks. Strangely, these
parts of her body hadn't gone numb. She was able to
feel everything the creature was doing to her in these
regions.
Then Emily caught her breath as the alien's attention
proceeded to become focused on her navel and nipples.
Rather than feeling numb, the sensation actually seemed
to become heightened in these locations. Emily caught
her breath for a second time as the longest of the
creature's appendages – its 'tail' – reached down into
one leg of her jumpsuit. Then it proceeded to reach
down into the other leg, continuing its explorations.
Finally it coiled around her thigh and began to travel
slowly upward... she felt the tip of the long appendage
probing... probing... until at last, to her absolute
horror, it finally reached her crotch.
Emily struggled to remain calm, but now it became
impossible.
Maybe if I scream, she thought, if I scream at the top
of my lungs it might bring Sally.
But what could Sally do? What could Sally possibly do
to help her if the creature decided it was being
threatened – if it then attacked?
Emily clenched her eyes shut as she felt the thing
pressing against her pubic bone. Oh, God, please don't
let it do anything unnatural to me! she cried inwardly.
At the very moment she was thinking this, the slug-
snake's tail divided itself into two – creating a
thick, forked appendage with two long tips. Emily felt
one tip exploring gently, tickling the outer edges of
her labia with soft touches. It worked around steadily,
pressing, poking, tickling, until at last it settled on
her urethra, and then against the hood of her clit.
Despite her revulsion, Emily felt a strong surge of
pleasure from that touch. It was far, far more intense
than any clitoral stimulation she had ever felt before.
"Uunnnh!" she grunted. Her nostrils flared and her
breath came in short gasps as her hips bucked
involuntarily.
Perhaps thinking it needed to silence her, the slug-
snake extended a fleshy pseudopod from its underside
and clamped this over her mouth. For a brief moment the
tail drew away from her, and then came the worst.
In one motion the alien promptly shoved the smaller end
of its forked tail into Emily's anus, while the other,
larger end slipped more easily into the soft, yielding
opening of her vagina. The appendage quickly explored
deeper and deeper into her vaginal canal, rapidly
filling her, stretching her.
Emily tried to scream once more but it was no use. She
simply had to lie there and endure having her every
opening violated.
And yet, remarkably, it was still intensely
pleasurable. And it became even more so as a third
'finger' sprouted off from the longest appendage and
once more the being found her clitoris. In fact, it
seemed as though most of the creature's tickling,
exploring gestures were now focused there.
One part of Emily thought about this for a moment with
a detached fascination: How did it know to touch her
there? Yet another, more primal part of her was
furious, outraged, and terrified. She wondered if she
was going to go insane from the disgust and shock of
having the alien's, thick, undulating appendages
probing more and more deeply into her rectum and
vaginal opening.
The alien was raping her!
Even as this thought ran through her head, her uterine
muscles suddenly contracted strongly. Emily really
couldn't help it. The 'finger' on her clit had grown
warm – almost hot, and the feeling of pleasure was just
too much. As if in surprise at having its appendage
squeezed, the heaviest part of the alien's body was
lifted away from her at once. Emily seized the moment
to take one large breath, finally determined to call
out for aid – but instead the cry that escaped her lips
was one of ecstasy!
She threw back her head and cried out once more as the
first wave of the powerful orgasm surged through her.
The alien shuddered at the sound of that cry. Swiftly,
a long, semi-transparent tongue came snaking out of its
hog's head jaws and was jammed into her open mouth.
Emily's eyes bulged as the creature's tongue was shoved
right down her throat. Then, for whatever reason, she
stopped fighting it. She gave way to it all. Her every
orifice filled, she felt her mind go slack – and even
then the alien pushed deeper.
Something strange happened then... Emily felt herself
able to take it all, and more... felt herself
penetrated beyond what was purely physical. She felt a
kind of merging... felt as though some previously
unknown quantity of the universe had pierced the most
quintessential and human aspect of her soul.
She felt herself becoming something completely other...
And then her world went black.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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