ALIEN STORY-5
Written by Ruthless
The place that I was in was completely black. I didn’t try to grope around to explore it. My hands burned with the pins and needles pain of having their circulation cut off in the rope that bound them. I was so thirsty that I took the skin of the inside of my mouth into my teeth and bit down on it, to bring saliva into my mouth. I was afraid. Oh God, I was so afraid that I could not think coherently. My mind jumped this way and that.
Aliens. Darloxians. They were going to eat me. How could they eat me? I thought hysterically. They don’t have any teeth. The ship gone. Blown up. And me left alive, only waiting to die now. I thought of the hijacker. His face kept coming back to me, with the narrow intelligent lips, and the grim eyes. Unhappy eyes. No, not unhappy eyes. Cruel eyes.
I did not accept that I was going to die. I knew that there was nothing I could do, but ridiculously, I kept trying to think of things I could do. Break free. Steal an emergency suit. Hide. Absurd things. I was in the dark, tied, sealed in. I couldn’t break away. Try to make a deal with them. Offer them a ransom. There was nobody to pay a ransom. Appeal to the man.
I’ve got to convince him to let me live. Again and again words rose into my head, reasonable words to persuade him. Useless words. Words I couldn’t say. “I never hurt you.” He knew that and would not take any concern from it. “It isn’t right to kill me.” He was a man who took joy in committing murder. The wrong of it delighted him. “I’ll do anything…” There was nothing whatsoever that I could do that he would want.
I understood why I kept wanting to plead with the man. He was the human. He was my own species. I wanted to appeal to him, because in some way he was my kin. I could not even conceive of begging the Darloxians not to hurt me. I could only imagine begging the man. Yet it was the man who had the most malice for me. It was Darren who had murdered my friends for the pleasure of seeing them die.
They finally took me out of the dark and a big shrill Darloxian sent me picking my way fearfully down a corridor in front of him into the room full of aliens. The hijacker sat comfortably almost nestled under the ugly tentacle of a Darloxian. I didn’t shape the words to beg him.
The blessing that the rope was untied, the flaring pain of circulation returning to my nerveless hands, the plastic cup of artificial milk that I was given to drink, none of these were as important to me as the brooding stare that Darren fixed on me. Speak to him, I told myself.
I didn’t speak. All I had was the little courage and pride left to me, not to ask for compassion that he would not give. Soon I even lost that pride.
“He can be made pleasure from.” Said one of the Darloxians.
Darren agreed. “Yeah.” A grudging smile twisted his mouth. Pleasure. I was nothing more than a specimen to be inspected and explored for what little amusement they could derive from it.
I was pulled up into the air. The horrible feeling of the thick rigid tentacles locked about my forearms. I thought that nothing could be worse than the feel of the Darloxians gripping me, unless it was pain. I was wrong. Something tugged at my waist; a draft was on my thighs. The skin on my legs was stripped bare for their inspection, and then more. My ass was bare and a damp tentacle was prodding at my bum. Being naked and pawed by the Darloxians was worse.
That was when I lost the small amount of courage that I had and begged the man. Even as the whimpering words escaped me I knew he wasn’t paying attention. His nostrils were flared as he looked at me, as if I was the thing that was disgusting and not the Darloxians.
I was held, arms yanked wide, the tentacles moving lightly, trembling against my taut thighs, and tracing up my ribs. The human stripped me. The smile that twisted his mouth was holding back a laugh. He jeered at me as he pulled my crumpled clothing back.
“Darren, I’ll do anything…” I begged him. One tentacle butted obscenely at the cheeks of my bum.
“That’s right.” he sneered. “You will. Anything.”
When he had stripped me as far as he could without telling his alien allies to let go of me, he took a half step back. You’re shit!” he said, and slapped me stunningly with an open palm across the face. That was his verdict. He turned on his heel. Before he had even left the room, the Darloxian’s tentacles were pulling on me, spreading me almost as if they wanted to rip off my arms and legs.
They were playing. That was all it was to them. The sucker tips plucked at me. The last of my clothing was peeled away. Huge shudders were racking me. I felt how clammy their skin was. I kicked. It only made my body jerk.
Deep rhythmic grunts were coming from the Darloxians. It might have been their laughter. It might have been like the throbbing of bullfrogs. I was laid backwards over a seat, so that my heels and head were lower than my belly. My crotch was the highest part of me. When a Darloxian lowered his huge mouth down on my bare cock and balls I screamed. The creature took them into his lips. He clamped down. I howled helplessly convulsing and trembling. I would have locked myself into a ball for the pain. His jaws were squeezing on me. He had my genitals in my mouth and was biting down, mashing the tender tissue in his powerful jaws.
They throbbed the harder for my screams. I was fighting frantically to escape. I was thrashing and flailing frantically, trying to slither away from the horrible things. But I wasn’t breaking loose. My most violent jack knife only made me twitch. The tentacles that held me steady and exposed were so strong.
When a great round belly pressed against me the clammy skin shifted loosely on drum taut bulk inside. It was frog skin. The Darloxian had a bulging abdomen. It had a tall glistening prick, purple with ropy blood vessels when it was engorged. The creature was scraping me against its lower belly. The prick was as long as my arm, and incongruously straight on a creature that was all curves and limp wrinkles. It jutted over two feet long.
I had stopped begging. I was moaning instead of speaking. My squirming was futile. The tentacles that were wrapped about my arms and shoulder peeled away from me. My head dropped. I caught myself on the palms of my hands. They slid on the smooth floor. I was still being held by my knees. I thought that my legs would be dislocated, they were forced so wide by the Darloxian behind me. I felt something tear in the inside of my thigh, probably a ligament in my groin. The monster was holding me upside down.
I tilted my head up. There were two of the giant aliens in front of me. They were standing bowlegged, heads jutting forward as much as their neckless anatomy would allow. Their round bulging eyes were fixed on me. The throbbing was coming out of their wide slitted lips. In front of each of the Darloxians’ bellies, erect penises were pointing straight at me. The thick limp organs I had seen before had swelled enormously, grossly big. I understood. The Darloxians were preparing to mount me.
I had not accepted the evidence before. The thought had been too unbearable to shape in my head, although the evidence had been there. A blunt wide probe was pushed into the crack of my bum. It wasn’t a tentacle. It was the Darloxian’s prick. It was wide and it was wet. It was seeping. The tentacles wrapped about my thighs and knees were hauling me backwards. The monster was attempting to fuck me and the other monsters were watching it, with penises equally huge and ready.
Out anatomy didn’t match. The penis was in the wrong place. It was too high. It was grounded against my tailbone. But the Darloxian kept pulling on me and something had to give. The pressure was enormous. The penis slipped an inch lower and it was grounded in the softer skin between my balls and my tailbone. Its tip was as large as that whole area, but it was in the right place. The Darloxian was pulling so hard that I felt like my muscles were being wrung right from my leg bones. The wide thing was pushed irresistibly into my cleft. Deeper.
A groan tore out of me, not a scream. I was too paralyzed with horror to vocalize the agonizing sensation. Distinctly, I felt my tissue tearing. I tore in more than one place. The round tip of the Darloxian cock sank like a battering ram inch by inch into my rectum. It pressed deeper and deeper. I wanted to die. The pain was far beyond bearing. Shudders made my body twitch. My head flapped up and down. The gigantic thick cock slid deeper and deeper. I heard my own voice ululating in a continuous moan. I thought that I was dying. I was in more pain that I knew that my body could experience and still stay alive.
“It’s tight!” The Darloxian above me gasped.
“Is it too tight?” Somehow their voices had changed. They had lost the human sounding modulation; they were going up and down, from bass to squealing.
“No, it’s good!” My belly now hurt agonizingly, not only my ripped anus. There were so many sources of pain I could not process them all.
“Fuck the little human. Make it cry out.” The Darloxian who spoke was waggling its huge prick almost into my forehead.
“Cry.” The Darloxian that was holding me impaled ordered me. “Cry.” Then he began thrusting, using the unhuman strength of his tentacles to drag me back and push me away. I didn’t cry. It wasn’t defiance. The only sound that I made was a moan. I thought that I was dying. I was stunned because of the way that I thought I was dying.
Each stroke was as violent as a gut punch. In two or three strokes I lost the breath and could no longer moan. I started to black out. I went limp on the end of his prick. I stopped being able to see. The pain remained like hammer strokes again and again and again. As I lost more blood the stroke became smoother and faster. I was as unresisting as a rag doll. Then, suddenly the pain changed. I was still in agony but the pain became much less. The huge intrusion into my wound was gone. I was tossed to the floor.
Slowly the black of unconscious ebbed. I was able to drag deep shuddering breaths into my lungs. I was sprawled on the floor. The Darloxians were squatting around me, poking at me with careful tentacle tips.
My arms and legs were pushed wide, pushed into the position they wanted me to lie. “He breathes well. Take him there. Yes.”
I was lifted and flopped on my back on one of their couches. I was looking up into the grinning gummy maw of a Darloxian. The alien took me by the ankles and raised them up until my ass left the surface I was lying on. Another choked moan escaped me. I still had not escaped into death. The monster was placing the tip of his cock at the gaping wound in my perineum that had once been my anus. Black lightening shot through my head as the monstrous cock slid through the gashes. Shrill barks escaped the Darloxian’s huge mouth as I was fucked again.
I never quite passed out completely, although there were times when the roaring blood in my head made the disorienting pain abate. Sometimes they took parts of my body into their mouths: My hands, the side of my chest, my penis or my shoulder. Then the broad jaws pressed down like a vice. My tissue was crushed. The wide mouths went snuffling over me seeking and sucking up any fluid that escaped from me, slurping down their own cum along with the blood that streamed from the wound in my bum. They were greedy to scrape their mouths over every taste of my salt blood and passed me back and forth to drink it.
“Dumb thing. It doesn’t cry.” I was tossed about. I was flung face over a couch again. The cheeks of my bum were forced wide. A tentacle probed my vulnerable opening, flickering into it. I kicked reflexively. One of their great mouths closed down on my foot. I gasped.
“Make it bleed more. Hurt it.” A squeaky inhuman voice urged. I felt the thick tip of the Darloxian’s prick being placed, the pendulous flabby balls slapping at my leg as he twisted me for a better vantage. The penetration began again. I convulsed.
Let it end. No more. I begged silently. Let me pass out. Get me out of this.
“Hurt it! Look at it shaking. Hurt it more!”
The steady sadistic pounding hammered into me. Tentacles writhed to wrap around my arms and shoulders; the moist slack skin was pressed about me. They didn’t need to hold me steady. They hung onto me only so that they could feel the tremors of pain making me quiver. The throbbing from their throats was as rhythmic as the penis thrusting into my body.
There were four Darloxians. When the third one was done, the last of the horrible creatures held me and scrubbed the front of my body against his stiff prick.
“The human is so smooth.” It commented.
“Don’t wait. Fuck the thing. Ram it into it. It’s going to pass out.”
The tentacles suspended me upside down facing the creature. “I do it like this.” I was on my back on the couch. The alien’s long prick was sliding over my shoulders and poking at my face. It’s own tentacles rode smoothly up and down its prick. It was jerking off into my face.
He’s going to fuck my mouth, I thought. His organ was too big. He might be able to get the head of his cock in, but to do that, he would probably have to break my jaw. And then there would be no place to ram the prick. It would be too big for my throat. The Darloxian kept masturbating against my face and body. I waited for him to break my jaw and choke me to death. He thrummed his organ.
Another Darloxian was at my asshole now. It was mouthing and gumming over me, tilting my knees back to slurp and lick at the opening and at my unbearably bruised balls. The firm seeking mouth mumbled over me. I brought up a feeble hand to try to push him off and let the hand fall. I did not have the strength to struggle.
“Ugly, ugly thing!” One of the watching Darloxians chanted. “Hurt the thing. You’re not hurting the thing.”
The Darloxian took my hair with one of his free tentacles. He forced my head up so that my mouth was pulled against the tip of his prick. Here it comes… I thought. He went on masturbating. “Is not so ugly. I do it like this.”
The other Darloxian squealed. “I sting!” So many massive aliens looming over me cut out the light. A delicate touch brushed wandering over my midsection. I didn’t register it until it set on my chest. There was a brief instant of warmth and then it was a sudden savage heat, like a cigarette had been stubbed out on my nipple, like a thin bladed knife had been thrust under the skin. It burned. Again my body started shuddering and quivering. I felt it now as the thin stinging tentacle moved on over my ribs.
It stung me again, in the armpit. I could not make a sound. My head was mashed so far forward that my lips were crushed wide open and the Darloxian prick was pressed into my teeth. There was so much pain I was blacking out again. And now there was also fluid, slimy warm thick fluid jetting into my mouth, spilling out of the corners and running down my throat.
They let me drop to the floor. They didn’t hold me down on the couch any longer. I lay on my belly, too damaged to lift my face from the floor, sputtering bubbles of the sweet acidic slime. I coughed it out of my nose. My nipple and my armpit were burning. My bottom hurt so much I felt I had been crushed.
But they left me alone for several minutes. I can’t describe myself as recovering. I didn’t recover. Eventually I choked enough of the slime out of my throat that I was breathing more normally but I was swimming on the level of unconsciousness, disoriented by the pain, not feeling anything but the pain, not thinking anything but a hysterical animal fear.
Tentacles plucked at me lightly again. The voices were soft and modulated into a human range again. “Chthri-Darren….” Said one. I was only hearing fragments.
“No, it won’t die.”
“Give it this. Just in case.” I hardly felt the single sharp dot of pain as a needle was thrust into the muscle of my thigh. I was being given an injection.
“These may do for Darren. Perhaps these can be fixed and Darren will want them.”
“I do not think this human’s clothes will fit him well.”
“But they are so the same!”
“To us they look the same, but this one, I think is smaller.”
The Darloxian who wanted to give my clothing to Darren was obstinate. “He could use more cloth things like this.”
I kept my eyes sealed, face pressed to the floor. I let the voices bring me back to consciousness and to thought.
“He is not leaking red fluid now.”
“Blood.”
“Yes, he is not leaking blood now.”
“It has a good taste. I did not think it would taste so very fine!”
I was lifted, turned face up into the light and held in four tentacles like a child held in an adults arms. I moved again, cringing.
“Put the human in storage room again.”
I was so battered and weakened by pain that I could not properly move, but they lifted my slackly hanging arms and tied my wrists together carefully behind my back.
“Chthri-Darren said tend its needs. What about give to it water and food?”
“No, it had plenty sperm to drink!”
Then they laughed, twisting their Darloxian voices to make the sound of human laughter from their alien throats.
I was carried down the corridor and sealed again into the unrelieved darkness of the black storage hold where they had kept me before.
The End of Part 5
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