9 comments/ 80266 views/ 79 favorites Alien Love Slave By: EmeraldIce Phase 1 – Abduction & Examination I'd had such a shitty day, I just wanted to go to bed and forget about it. My boyfriend of five years and I had broken up; more accurately, I caught him in my apartment with his prick in the neighbor's pussy and kicked his ass out. This was at lunchtime, by the way, when I decided to surprise him with a "special" kind of lunch, unaware he had already "eaten." After this little escapade, I went back to work only to have the slimy creep I'd been avoiding for weeks decide today was the day he would make his move on me. He smacked my ass, and I punched his face. Of course, my supervisor only saw my retaliation, and I was suspended from work for clocking a co-worker. On the way home, I splurged on fast food and ice cream, which I quickly felt horribly guilty for doing, so I then decided to eat the rest of the chocolate cake in the container on my kitchen counter when I got home. It was dark when I arrived home, and the streetlight flickered as I parked my little yellow Chevette on the street. The keys to my apartment were buried in my purse, so I dug around for them by the strobing light. Finally, I found the damn things, got out of the car, and slammed the door. About ten feet up the sidewalk, the streetlight made a loud crackling noise and sent up a spray of sparks, which made me jump and drop my keys. There was a flash and a loud pop as the streetlamp breathed its last breath of light, and then everything went dark. I bent over, fumbling around for my lost keys on the ground when a beam of bright, bluish light illuminated the sidewalk. Thinking someone was behind me, I turned around to thank them for shining their flashlight so I could find my keys, only to discover that the light was not behind me but above me. Confused, I looked up – which is not a smart thing to do – stared directly into the light, and put my hand in front of my face to attempt to see from where the light was coming. One minute, I'm standing on the sidewalk; the next, I'm in a round room with brushed steel walls and a low ceiling. Oh, and I'm naked. I scrambled to cover my nakedness with my hands, but you know how well that works; you can only cover so much. "Hey, let me out of here!" I yelled, but no one answered. It echoed for a minute then died down. "Where am I?" I asked. "What do you want?" A hissing noise sounded in the small circular chamber followed by billowing white smoke that reminded me of the dry ice/warm water combination people use on Halloween to create that creepy fog that rolls through their fake graveyard. My head started to hurt, and I got dizzy. Ah-ha! I thought to myself as I realized the "smoke" was some kind of sleeping gas. I felt triumphantly smart for a second; then I realized I must not be too brilliant since I was naked and lying on the floor God-knows-where. I started to feel numb, my limbs felt heavy, and I wondered if I was having a nightmare since my mind was so hazy. I needed to sit down, and then I remembered I was already sitting on the floor. Didn't I just think that a second ago? My long blonde hair that reached down to my waist was a mess. A huge mass of it covered my eyes, and I couldn't quite see what was happening as I lay down on the floor. I tried to raise my hand to brush the hair off my face, but my arm was simply too heavy. I blew a breath from my mouth toward my eyes, but it only came out as a weak "pu-wuh". The fog receded from in front of my face, and suddenly, I was being lifted. My muscles were so weak, my head rolled forward as I was dragged from one room to another. Peripherally, I could see gray feet on either side of me, and I wondered if these were the grays people refer to when they talk about aliens. The feet stopped moving, and I was placed on my back on the floor. I started to get a little feeling back in my limbs, and that tingly, my-foot-fell-asleep sensation coursed through my entire body. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel so great either. Bright light was shined into my eyes again, so I couldn't see the beings touching me, and I only saw shapes. There were only two beings moments ago, but it seemed like there were more now. I had no idea where they came from since there wasn't even a door in the room a second ago. They spoke in some weird language that reminded me of the way Charlie Brown's parents sounded on television: "Wa-waa, wa-waaa" with an occasional pop and click noise in between. It was the strangest form of speech I'd ever heard. Suddenly, the beings were getting shorter; then I realized that they weren't shrinking but that the ground was rising – and me along with it. What I thought was that the ground was actually some kind of platform or table, and I was being lifted slowly. I tried to sit up, but the attempt was feeble considering I still didn't fully have control of my arms, legs and head. My arms were suddenly moved from my sides and strapped to planks on either side of my body by some kind of blue neon light that reminded me of a force field. I had no idea where the arm extensions came from, but I didn't like being held down at all, especially with my arms stretched out like I was on a cross. The very thought of being immobile made me want to panic, but for whatever strange reason, I didn't. Maybe it was the effect of the drug they gassed me with earlier. "Please let me go," I begged, but it came out as some kind of weird mumbo-jumbo since my lips refused to work properly. My ankles were shackled with the same blue light as on my wrists, just before my legs were spread open as more sections of the table separated. My body was now in the shape of a sideways capital "x," where each hand was closer to one of my feet than my head. Then, I started to panic. My breathing increased, and I could see my breasts heaving up and down. I pulled at the restraints on my extremities; however, they absolutely would not budge. I knew I was trapped and whatever they wanted to do with me was their prerogative. I was so royally screwed! Black goo was poured onto my stomach, and my breath caught in terror. What was this fresh hell? What was worse was that it began to freaking move! It was cold as it began to ease upward over my breasts and my nipples, completely coating everything in its wake. It reminded me of one of those so-called slime toys sold to kids a long time ago – that oozing, viscous, disgusting crap made of guar gum boys would buy to gross out girls – that was what was now making its merry way up my body. The ooze had no scent, and it looked glossy as it moved. So far, it only seemed to be feeling me out, just touching my skin at its leisure. It was freaky, which messed with my head, but it hadn't caused any pain. The repulsive pseudo-liquid was starting to warm up to my body temperature as it covered my breasts completely. It moved up to my underarm, then my arms and fingertips. I was now utterly terrified as it seeped onto my face, up my nose, and toward my mouth. I was sure I was going to die, either from drowning or suffocating from the ooze. I started to hyperventilate as it crept over my lips and slowly slid into my mouth and onto my tongue. Strangely, it didn't taste like anything; had I not been scared to death, it might have felt pleasurable as I noticed a slight vibration in the mass of the fluid. It either had some kind of intelligence or was programmed to avoid my airway and brain as it slithered around my mouth and nasal cavity. It oozed over my eyes, but I could still see, and I didn't go blind, so that made me happy. I didn't like the disgusting feeling of it easing into my ears, but again, there was no pain. The gooey solution left my skin and mouth feeling slightly tingly, a little cool, and almost clean. It reminded me of menthol without the stench. It wasn't so terrible, really. The table slowly rotated until I was facing the floor once again, and my body bowed forward from the weight. I could feel the slimy, gelatinous fluid slide over my back and down across the cheeks of my ass. With the exception of the occasional babbling from the grays, the room was so quiet, my breathing seemed thunderous as the slime continued to ooze down my body. A figure moved next to me, and something touched my ear making me flinch. My hair was moved back from the side of my face, and a cold object was shoved into my inner ear. It hurt at first, but then the pain went away surprisingly quickly. I realized someone was talking to me and that I could understand them. "Look at me, human woman," said the strange voice. I realized I could move my head, and I turned to look at the being standing next to me. The alien was an exact replica of the description given by ninety-nine percent of people who were abducted: it was short and silver-gray with huge black eyes. Its limbs were gangly, and there was no outward appearance of male or female genitals. "Good, you can understand me," it said as it stared at me. "What your brain is calling 'black slime' is a cleaning agent. It removed all contagions from your body so none of us become infected with your human viruses or bacteria. "It will also determine your health. If you are fit, you will continue to the next phase and the next and so on. Few humans make it that far," he paused. I swear if grays could roll their eyes, this one definitely did so before he continued speaking. "However, regulations state I must inform you of the process." With that, he turned away from me and said nothing more. I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but it was at that moment the 'cleaning agent,' as he called it, dove into my anus, and I gasped loudly. I've never had anal sex and had never been interested in it either, so when I was suddenly filled from behind, I clenched up tightly – or at least, I tried. Visions of a colonoscopy danced through my mind, taunting me with the pain I'd heard associated with this kind of exam. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. The viscous ooze eased up into me, vibrating lightly and touching areas I never knew had nerve endings. It was almost gentle as it pushed itself around inside of me, working diligently. What surprised me was the way it started to arouse me, especially when part of it was sliding in and the other part began sliding out of me. I was filled with so much pleasure and with constantly amazing sensations that I was unable to emit anything other than "ooohs" and "ahhhs". At this point, the table began to rotate again, and I was turned so I was looking at the ceiling. The beings that had previously been standing at a distance came closer and stopped a couple of feet from the table. The black ooze slowly made its way to my pussy, but instead of being scared, I was intrigued and curious about the way the slimy goo would feel. The black solution expanded over my pelvis and my labia; I felt a strange tingling sensation, different from the previous vibration, but not bad. The gelatinous liquid moved again, and I was able to lift my head just enough to see that my sex had been removed of all hair – galactic shaving at its best. No pain and no itching – this could make me a very wealthy woman on earth! It was strange to have my mind go from terrified one minute to planning my fortune in the next, but I didn't think about it too much. I didn't know it at the time, but my thoughts were being manipulated by the gray standing next to me. More on that later, though. After the goo finished removing my pubic hair, it began to hum and vibrate once again. It slid open the folds of my sex and pushed back the hood covering my clit. The vibrating intensified, especially on the sensitive nub, and I immediately decided I was going to smuggle one of these home with me. My new best friend vibrated and hummed over my pussy, making me writhe on the table. I'd never felt anything quite as amazing as the intensity of this viscous slime teasing my clit. My back arched with wave after wave of pleasure as the vibrations continued; never too concentrated, never too dull. If I was Goldilocks, the black goo was my porridge – it was juuust right! Every part of my labia was being stimulated, every fold explored, and it felt fucking amazing. My hands clenched and unclenched as my clit was flicked and somehow suckled, driving my body right to the edge of orgasm. Sweat appeared between my mountainous breasts and began to run in rivulets to pool in the indent at the base of my neck. My pelvis arched upward, even though I knew it couldn't actually touch anything but air. In response, the dark solution began to ease into my pussy, mimicking the sensation and solidness of a very large penis. It shoved into me, and I screamed, "Ohhhh, God!" I didn't even realize my voice had returned, the sheer fullness making me forget about everything else. The ooze thrust into me and drew out, thrust in and drew out, increasing its tempo as though sensing exactly what my body needed. Even though I could speak now, I blurted out mindless sounds as the goo fucked in and out of me constantly. The vibration on my clit continued, and the slimy fluid hammered into me, then withdrew, plunged back in, and then retreated, until I screamed my pleasure in one long shout. The gray who had spoken earlier stepped back immediately when I made my climax known, seemingly surprised at the intense sound I could emit from my lungs. I stopped screaming long enough to suck in a deep breath, then shouted again as the orgasm crashed over me like waves on a beach – again and again and again. My wrists and ankles strained against their bonds as I writhed and struggled on the table. After what seemed like a thousand minutes, my body finally began to relax, my breathing slowing down and my heart regulating itself. The slime slowly worked over my legs and between my toes, but I could have cared less. I felt so amazing, I almost didn't mind having been abducted. "Let us see the results," stated the gray standing next to me. He produced some kind of square machine that whistled and chirped as he waved it over the black goo. "It appears you are healthy enough to continue on to Phase 2," he said, sounding pleased. For the first time, I noticed the ceiling was emitting a soft glow from the edges, allowing light to permeate the room. What appeared to be a plastic cover, at least to me, ran the expanse of the dome above me. The light faded slowly only to be replaced by a beam of light so bright, I was momentarily blinded yet again. Purple spots were everywhere I looked, even when I closed my eyes. The gray motioned to his friends to step forward as he started pointing to different parts of my body. I gathered he was explaining each part to his partners as he poked and prodded my eyes, mouth, teeth and tongue. Whichever body part he discussed, the bright light illuminated, obliterating any remaining shadows as well as my privacy. "What is Phase 2?" I asked. The lead gray turned to me and said, "Please remain quiet for the duration of this teaching exercise." My first thought was along the lines of what he could shove up his ass, but the thought slipped away easily. Suddenly, I really didn't want to talk anymore, and I was fine with it. The professor – the lead gray guy – moved from my ears to my hair then to my throat, arms and hands. It was all quite businesslike, except no one was speaking. I gathered the professor must be communicating with his students mentally or that they had mastered the meaning of gestures. I'd never had a physical that was as thorough. Each part of my body, minus my privates, was examined, touched, wiggled, and prodded. My bellybutton was quite interesting evidently, and all three students spent time swirling one of its fingers in the indent, tickling me. I could tell what was coming next when the beam of light moved slightly below my navel and the professor began to press on my ovaries. He showed each student where each one was located and how to find it by palpitating my abdomen. At some point, I knew the rest of my reproductive system was going to be the subject of discussion, but I was only mildly annoyed, the thought fleeting. The professor reached to cup my breast and jiggle the fullness of it then pinch the nipple making my breath catch in my throat. Each gray took turns playing with my breasts and squeezing my nipples. One took the activity so far as to surround my large orb with both of his long, bony hands. He would gather it up, then drop it, then gather it up again, then drop it, watching it intensely as it settled into place. He continued to work the flesh of my breast by cupping the outside with one of his palms then gently pushing it from one hand to the other. My breast reminded me of water sloshing back and forth in a bathtub. The gray seemed fascinated by it. Again, I couldn't figure out the reason my attitude was so incredibly calm when I should be outraged and pissed that these strange beings were fondling me without permission. I can't explain it, but I just wasn't angry at all; it was as though the emotion was almost foreign to my mind. The lead gray methodically moved down my body, never speaking a word or making a sound, only pointing, touching, and caressing. I knew the discussion would become interesting when they reached my sex, and they didn't disappoint. I was moving again as the table was silently raised closer to the ceiling. All three students came to stand between my legs where my pussy was wide open for viewing. As I looked between my outstretched legs, the only part of the students or the professor I could see was the top of the professor's bald, gray head. One student stepped forward, and I felt cold, bony fingers touch my sex as the first student opened the lips of my labia widely. Professor gray made a popping and clicking noise, then without warning, he flicked my clit with his finger. I tried to sit up as I yelled, "Shit!" in surprise at the sudden stimulation. The table was lowered suddenly, and I was panting heavily when professor gray stood over me. "You will not interrupt," he said matter-of-factly. I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but my speech died in my throat. The only sound I was able to produce now was air. What a bastard! You can't flick a woman's clit and expect her to remain quiet, stupid dumbass. I wondered for a moment if he 'heard' my insult because he turned around and stared at me before continuing his lesson. The table rose higher, and we were back to our previous position. The next student proceeded to flick my clit and so did the next as well as the last. Thankfully, the only sound I could make was an inhaled or exhaled gasp, lest I get into trouble once again. The professor, who was standing on my left, pulled back the fleshy lips of my sex and began to circle my clit with one finger. It was incredibly arousing as he continued to tease me without actually touching my sensitive spot. After a few minutes of his attention, I was aching to be pleasured, but I couldn't say a peep about it; I could only gasp and hope he decided to ease my throbbing clit. Instead, he drew lines from just above my sensitive nub into the folds of my pussy then retraced the path back to the top. Without stopping, he made a small u-turn around my clit then ran his finger along the crease of my vulva. My legs began to shake as my sexual frustration intensified. It was beyond maddening as he continued his slow pace, leisurely tracing up, over and down, up, over then down, repeating the process endlessly. The fluid inside of my pussy began to trickle out of me, and I jumped wildly when one of the grays touched the bottom of my opening. I yelled an airy, "Aaaah!" which was thankfully ignored by the professor. By now, I was nearly in pain, and tears streamed from my eyes down into my hair. All it would take is a few strums of his finger across my clit, and I would have my moment. Sweat broke out across my body, making the surface under my ass, legs and upper back slippery. Alien Love Slave Ch. 02-03 Dear Readers: Thank you so much for the positive comments! I am so glad you are enjoying the story so far. I apologize for the time lapse between submissions and to make up for it, have included chapters 2 & 3. All my best - Emerald ***************** Phase 2 – Contract Explained How long I slept, I'll never know, but when I woke up, I felt absolutely wonderful and more refreshed than I'd felt in...well, ever. You would think sleeping on a table would have been more than a little uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to affect me in the least. I swung my legs off of the table and stretched my muscles, my back popping in several places. Although I'd had a restful sleep, it was quite disconcerting not to have clothing. Mind you, I'm not a prude; I walk around my apartment naked, and I have...no, had a boyfriend, so I was willing to get naked with a man; but, like any woman, I prefer at least a little clothing when talking to others. Here, I had nothing. There was no hiding at all – not even behind a chair or table. Even my neck felt naked...and so did my back. I reached to touch the nape of my neck and was horrified to discover the lack of hair covering it. Oh, my God, the bastards had cut off my beautiful hair! It had been cut in a bob. Damn them! I'd never felt so exposed and violated. I began to search the room in earnest for an exit, running my hands over as much of the surface of the walls and floor as I could reach. Incredibly, the small room seemed void of creases or indents for doors. Every single surface was smooth; there were no outlets or windows, no air vents or decorations of any kind. How were the grays entering and leaving the room? Frustrated, I turned around to sit on the table once more only to discover it had disappeared as well. I never even heard it move, yet, it looked as though it had never been there at all. A voice behind me made me jump. "Human woman," said the professor, "it is time for sustenance." I turned around, and he was suddenly there holding a tray of food. I peeked around him, but still found no door. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I said, "I'm not hungry." He took a few paces toward me then set the tray on the floor. "If you eat, I will tell you about Phase 3," he bribed. By now, the scent of bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and maple syrup had wafted its way toward me. Dammit, it did smell delicious, and my stomach growled in response. "Is it poisoned?" I asked and then felt immediately ridiculous for even asking. Sure, Sid, your abductors are going to tell you they poisoned food, and then you'll definitely eat it. "No, human woman, poisoning you would be counter-productive." He motioned to the floor for me to sit, "Relax, enjoy your breakfast, and I will explain what happens next." Food was a decent distraction from my nakedness. I sat on the floor in front of the tray and ate until I was stuffed. It was as wonderful as it smelled. The entire time, the gray simply stood a few feet away from me, watching my every move and never saying a word. After I finished the last swallow of juice, I asked, "I want to know who you are before you tell me anything else." The professor stared at me with his huge black eyes but remained silent. Now, I was getting angry. "I said, who are you?" I asked in a raised voice. He held up his hand and stated, "I am conferring with my colleagues as to the depth of information I can offer." Hmm...so this guy isn't the head honcho after all. He's some lackey sent to deal with the prisoner. "We are a nomadic race who specializes in acquiring certain kinds of property. Our customers require specific types of merchandise, and we search the galaxy to meet their requirements. You will find that, while in our care, you will be treated well and your every need will be met. Your health will not deteriorate, and you will not age." I thought a moment before asking my next question. "Okay, but why do you need me? Am I some kind of liaison? If that is the case, I'm going to need something to wear." The professor shook his head, "No, human woman, you—" "I can't go around naked," I interrupted. "And my name is Sidney." "You will remain calm," he said, matter-of-factly, and once again, I was instantly relaxed. "To continue: you, human woman—" He stopped talking because I glared at him hard and was cursing at him like mad in my head. Would it kill him to use my name?! He continued, "...Sidney, are the property of which I speak." Even in my calm state of being, I knew something was not right about that sentence. Property...I was property. Each time I felt anger over being referred to as this property, my inner hackles rose; however, the emotion was interrupted by such calming waves, I couldn't dwell on it if I wanted. "Our branch specializes in sexual gratification and primitive breeding practices, where a womb, sperm and egg are required to procreate. We will loan your body to our clients for their sexual needs and breeding purposes. If they succeed in the process of fertilization, they will keep you to produce more of their young." Some part of my brain absolutely didn't like what he was saying, and my breathing increased ten-fold. Sweat broke out all over my body, and I began to shake uncontrollably. Finally, the pent-up emotions came crashing over me, and I fully understood my predicament. I screamed, "NO!! I am no one's property! I am not a slave, and I will not consent to being used for your fucking breeding purposes! I am human! I have rights! I h—" I lunged for the gray only to run directly into a clear wall. I heard a loud snapping noise as I hit an invisible force field, and it zapped me with a jolt of electricity so powerful, I was thrown back twenty feet. I slid on my ass, then smacked into the wall and fell on my side. It was strange – I saw the wall ripple as I made contact with it, and for a moment, I would have sworn I saw hundreds of gray faces staring at me from around the room. They were stacked, one on top of the other, and directly next to each other as though only each being's head, minus the body, was in a stadium seat. It reminded me of the seats in a movie theater, only I was the entertainment, and I gasped at the recognition. The sudden realization floated away with all thoughts of retaliation as the calmness settled in once again. I realized then and there that the translator they had shoved into my ear yesterday was also modifying my thoughts and stealing my will. I shoved my finger in my ear, attempting to dig the thing out, but the gray stopped my pursuit, and I was unable to resist. "You will not remove the device, Sidney. By now it has firmly embedded into your eardrum, brain and spine. If anyone attempts to remove it, you will die." Tears ran down my face as I realized I was never going to go home. I would never escape this place. I was the grays' property, and I was totally fucked. * * * * After I had calmed down to an acceptable level, professor gray continued explaining the third phase. "Human men and women are extremely predictable," he chastised as though I was responsible for the human race. Asshole. I found it interesting I was still allowed to think a few independent thoughts, but they definitely were not private; the professor could clearly read my mind and answered. "We have found that taking away all human will and independent thinking lessens the possibility of procreation with our clients." "So you use our emotions against us. Wow, you guys are unbelievable!" I huffed, becoming angry again. "If you continue your illogical behavior, I will refrain from discussing the next phase with you," he said without an ounce of emotion. I ran my hands over my face and took a deep breath. "Fine," I smiled, "please continue, jackass." I muttered the last word under my breath. "Each species you will encounter is sentient. All have a brain center, and all communicate. Some will communicate verbally, others will send messages mentally. A few will not bother communing with you at all." "Do they have morals and ethics?" I asked snarkily. He dismissed my comment with a wave of his hand. "Each species who hire us for breeding purposes is at the point of extinction. Is it not somewhat of an honor to be the mother that will continue a race?" Well, hell, I hadn't even thought about that. "If I weren't forced to do this, then I might consider it an honor, yes." "You will find, human w—," "Sidney!" I insisted. He stopped talking, and I could tell he was silently talking with his superiors. "It is acceptable to call you Sidney," he informed me. "Oh, goodie," I said enthusiastically. Inside, I have to admit, I felt a tiny bit of triumph. "Sidney," he began again, "you will discover great pleasure with each encounter. It is a requirement stated clearly in our contract with each species." "Gee, how thoughtful of you," I said snidely. "You actually think I will enjoy being taken against my will?!" I stomped my foot for emphasis. "Considering your position in the situation, I thought it would offer a minor amount of comfort," replied professor gray. I was beginning to feel outraged at the whole damn thing again when the soft, warm-fuzzy feelings took over my mind. I put my hands on either side of my temple and shook my head. "Stop! ...it," I said. The word "it" sounded like a contented sigh. While I was having my mini-tantrum and shaking my head, the gray disappeared from the room. I looked around only to discover I was alone once again. Alarm ran through me as I realized I had neglected to ask two quite pertinent questions: what happens when I do get pregnant and with what kind of species was I going to be having sex? The second question would be answered within a matter of hours, much to my dismay. +++++++++++++++   Phase 3 – Loaned to Breed Measuring time without the sun rising or setting is impossible for most people. I was definitely not one who possessed the ability to automatically know the time of day or to wake myself up at a specifically set time just by thinking about it. I could have been in what I was now calling my "cell" for one day or several days, I had absolutely no idea. My stomach was the only consistent reminder I had to even slightly judge the passage of time. A voice interrupted the quiet, "Sidney, you will turn around and walk through the opening in the wall." Why did they always open and close doors behind me instead of in front of me? Would doing so expose something they didn't want me to see? Annoyed, I turned around to find a circular opening leading to what had to be my imagination. Thirty feet away from me was a lush, gorgeous jungle. I gasped as I walked closer to the doorway, amazed and intrigued by the terrain. Everywhere I looked, green plants and huge trees that had to be hundreds - even thousands - of years old were thick on the landscape. Deep green vines as broad as a person's forearm and flowers with stalks between eight to ten inches in circumference supported blooms at least twelve to sixteen inches across. The sweet scent of colorful, exotic flowers permeated the air, and I couldn't help but think it was beautiful. Without realizing it, I had crossed the room and was standing just inside the circular doorway. My fascination with the sight before me was abruptly interrupted when the room around me dissolved completely, leaving me in a clearing about a half a mile wide in the middle of the jungle. I panicked at having my flimsy safety-net of shelter taken away from me, and I began turning in every direction, looking for somewhere to hide. I was angry with myself at having been duped so easily, allowing the grays to herd me by dangling something pretty in front of my face. After realizing I had nowhere to flee, I took in my surroundings, and I noticed something strange. All of the multi-colored flowers on one side of the clearing seemed to be dying; on the other side, the purple blooms were flourishing, almost overcrowding each other. The purple blooms were open wide, waving slightly; the multi-colored flowers were shriveled, their petals scattered all over the floor of the jungle. Layers and layers of beautiful rainbow-colored petals were turning brown or already crumbling, becoming brown and lifeless. I knew something was very, very wrong just before it happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. What I had thought to have been dead, shriveled flowers were slowly opening widely. The blooms might have been near-dead, but the vines beneath were still alive, evidently. Flowers began to hover all around me, waving back and forth like grass in the wind. I took a few steps backwards until I bumped into something solid. I turned to look behind me to discover a wall of flower stalks lined up like prison bars. When I turned back around, only a small path was available, and I immediately ran forward, scared for my life. A small part of me knew I was being directed toward something, but the other part of me didn't care. I was terrified, and all I could think to do was to run. I turned a corner and nearly ran into another green wall of spires. Behind me, the thick flower trunks closed in fast, and when I turned around, I had nowhere to go. I was trapped in another cell, only this one was green with beautiful blooms instead of sterile and silver. The formerly-dormant blooms towered over me, their heads hovering over me like giant suns. Suddenly, the flowers closed their petals, and when they opened, a shower of fine, glittering gold powder rained down on my head. I coughed and sneezed, waved my arms and blew huge breaths of air to distance the powder from my face. Completely distracted and terrified of inhaling the flowery dust, I might as well have lay down and surrendered as the vines quickly took advantage of my flailing appendages. The vines sneakily slipped around my wrists and ankles while I sucked the flowery cocktail into my lungs. At first, I couldn't breathe, and I began choking and spitting the dust from my mouth. The air cleared suddenly as I was lifted off of my feet, and I began to feel light-headed and dizzy, almost hypnotically happy as I rose higher and higher. The flowers around me were waving like snakes, swaying back and forth, and all of them keeping the same flowing rhythm. Two of the largest blooms I'd seen yet lined up in front of me and spewed their dusty pollen onto my face. My skin was coated with gold, and I looked like I had rolled around in glitter. This time, instead of simply feeling light-headed, other parts of my body responded vehemently. My face flushed immediately as the first tingling of arousal became evident as my nipples hardened and my sex gushed with honey. All fear left my body as my mind and body concentrated on finding relief for my throbbing pussy. I moaned loudly as the vines raised my arms above my head, keeping my wrists wrapped tightly together. The vines on my ankles spread my legs far apart, and I shivered as air hit the exposed flesh of my sex. The plants seemed to know exactly what they were doing as their vines continued to wind their way up my legs, immobilizing my body completely. I should have been terrified, but the sheer need to be touched sexually was overwhelming. I wanted to be filled, and I wanted to fuck. Terror was far from my mind. The waving wall shifted away slowly then parted to reveal an absolutely mammoth flower, even though its petals were closed. It leisurely floated in front of me, its trunk-sized stalk gently waving. As the flower turned from side to side, what I thought was simply the outer green leaves of this new enormous flower, were slowly revealed to be razor sharp edges. Each green leaf resembled a saw, the serrated edge acting as some kind of armor. Slowly, the green leaves opened independently, revealing still-closed petals as yellow as the sun. Finally, the bloom extended fully, its width from petal to petal measuring at least three feet wide, surpassing the size of every bloom I'd seen so far. Meticulously, the petals of the flower opened, revealing the center of the flower. The leafy appendages continued to wave silently behind the petals, as though flexing their muscles, readying themselves to protect the brain-center of the bulb if I made any false moves. Like that was even possible! The petals now opened impossibly wide. The center of the bloom was dark green and appeared to be rough, with peaks and valleys scattered across the surface that reminded me of a sponge. The mind-altering effects of the pollen were beginning to wear off, and I started to comprehend my predicament. Obviously, I had been loaned to this species of flowers, but how the hell were they going to procreate with me? As though reading my mind, the center of the flower began to extend toward me, its cone-like point was reaching out to touch me. I didn't get to think about what the cone was going to do to me for very long as the two smaller blooms I'd seen before rose up and vomited gold dust on my face once again. After putting two and two together, I knew the cone-shaped extension was going to eventually find my pussy – at least I hoped like mad it was going there and not somewhere else. Knowing the flowers' pollen aroused me, I sucked in as much of it as possible instead of trying to avoid it as I had previously. Since I was trapped, I was going to make sure I was too far gone to feel anything but the pleasure the grays had promised I would experience. The result was instant, and I was lost in a fog of sexual bliss as my body was turned on physically. The bulb of the plant swayed in front of me then suddenly dove toward my chest; it happened so quickly, the movement hardly registered in my drug-induced state. The head of the enormous flower paused at my right breast and turned sideways, the pointy tips of its knife-like leaves barely tracing across the tender skin of my areole. It was as though it was warning me by demonstrating its gentleness with the potential of danger. Turning back to face me, the slowly extending protrusion stretched outward until it resembled the shape of a gigantic phallus. Though the width was slender, the length continued to elongate, finally stopping at a full twelve inches. The yellow petals of the flower began to curl open and then close around the penis-like appendage, and a small part of my brain wondered where the plant expected to fit it inside of me. I giggled at the thought, a mixture of giddiness and anticipation coursing through me. Had I not been high on pollen, I would have been scared. Once again, the flower dove at my breasts, only this time, the pointed center of the flower as well as its soft petals, slowly caressed my breasts. I gasped as I felt the silky softness of the petals smooth over my erect nipples, making them jut out even farther. Was it possible this plant knew how to stimulate a human woman? Professor gray had told me all beings with whom I would come in contact were sentient on some level. I laughed again as I thought of the grays trying to teach one of the flowers how to have sex with a human female. My laugh was interrupted by a moan as the two smaller flowers took the place of the enormous head and began to run their petals across my nipples. I never would have guessed that the feel of silky flowers could be so erotic...but, that could have been the dust talking. The two smaller flowers stopped stroking my breasts to hover a short distance in front of my nipples. From inside the center of each bloom a thin, long vine extended toward each of my sensitive nubs as the heads quivered rapidly. The stick-thin tongues traced around the pink of my breasts until the small strands wrapped around each nipple and tugged gently. I was so aroused by now, all I could do was throw my head back and moan even louder than before. Alien Love Slave Ch. 02-03 My areoles darkened as my nipples were squeezed and teased by the blooms' wicked tongues until the nubs were taut. I'd never seen my nipples extended this far; then again, they'd never been pulled by flower tongues either. The smaller blooms closed their petals over my breasts, encasing both in their silky softness. I could feel the tongues continue to work my nipples as another, more slender part of the flower wrapped around the rest of my orb. Though I was unable to see exactly what was happening under the flowers' blooms, I could feel another vine-like tongue slide between my breast and my rib, wrapping around and around my breast. I knew I was right about what I'd imagined was happening under the cover of petals when my breasts were squeezed tightly. The feeling was incredible, especially when the plant rotated between compressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Evidently, the enormous flower had decided to make its move as it neared my body. I had no idea what it was doing as it caressed my lips and face. The forest green phallus nudged at my lips, prodding gently until I opened my mouth as I gasped from the sensation of my nipples being tweaked. The extended head pushed inward until I began to choke, the spongy protrusion blocking my airway. I tried to turn my head, but the bloom followed my every movement until I was forced to do something drastic. Gasping for breath, I made my throat relax then clamped my teeth down on the penis-like protuberance. The head of the flower shook wildly as it attempted to withdraw itself from my vice-like grip. The smaller blooms instantly released my breasts, dropping them; unfortunately, the tongues held fast to my nipples, acting as though they were stuck in position. The tongues raised and lowered my breasts, stretching my nipples until they fully bore the weight of my large breasts. The plant's vines and flowers thrashed wildly, and it seemed as though it was in pain. Only after the smaller blooms released more pollen into my face, did my jaw finally relax and open, freeing the plant from the confines of my mouth. The dark green phallus quickly shrank back into the bulb of the flower, seeking refuge from its recent trauma. As though taking a moment to gather itself or reassess the situation, the bulbs of the plants stopped shaking and began to sway in front of me once again. The tongues of the flowers still held onto my nipples, but they were not pulling as forcefully, having lowered back down once again. This time, the vines within the smaller blooms encircled my breasts first before the flowers came forward to enclose their petals. The large bulb, having recovered evidently, dove at my body once again, swiping its sun-bright petals over my stomach, abdomen and thighs. Again, the phallus eased from within its protective home, growing to its previous length. Two more vines worked their way up my legs as the bulb of the largest flower caressed the juncture between my legs. I was so wet, a line of the chalky dust from the yellow flower coated my thighs and the front of my pubic bone. The vines reached their destination as they tickled the inside of my thighs, searching for my entrance. Finally, they found the lips of my pussy and spread them open as the giant yellow flower rubbed against my clit. "Oh, yes, right there!" I yelled as the spongy extension grazed on a downward angle against my most sensitive spot. Whether the plant actually listened to me is unknown, but it did continue to pleasure me nonetheless. Moving back and forth, the surface of the phallus massaged my clit until I was pushing against it, increasing the friction. My botanical lover knew exactly how to touch me and please me as it continued working my sensitive nub. While the bulb's penis teased and rubbed my clit, the tongues clenching my nipples and breasts continued their squeezing and tugging until I exploded in orgasm. "Fuck, yes! Ohgodohgodohgod!" I screamed as the plant pleasured me into oblivion. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed a plant could possibly learn my body in the first place, but this one knew what my body needed, and we'd only just met! Honey ran from my pussy, drenching my thighs and making my legs slick with moisture. Sweat ran between my breasts as I gasped in air, high from my orgasm. As I came down from my climax, the plant slowed its tugging, squeezing and caressing on my breasts and nipples. It was quite impressive that the grays had communicated the preferences of a human female to the plant, and I was a bit awed at the whole thing. The plant's coned head moved in-between my legs and began to gently prod at the lips of my labia. My blissful climax was slowly receding, and my mind was beginning to clear, the fog slowly receding. The thought only crossed my mind for a second, but I wondered how the plant was going to try to impregnate me. I could see the devastation of the plants' world all around me, but I didn't understand how my body could possibly be used to procreate with this species. There wasn't time to consider the possibilities because the next thing I knew, the plant shoved its phallus deep inside of my pussy. Crying out in surprise and pleasure, the plant's rod slid into me with ease. It felt incredibly good as it moved, which shocked me in a way. Yes, I was supposed to experience pleasure, but this was more than that – the sensation made me feel full and stretched and it was fucking amazing. The appendage began to pump into and out of me furiously, and I could see its shaft slick with my juices each time it pulled out of my womb. It swirled itself around as though it was a spoon and my pussy was the mixing bowl – the sensation intensely fulfilling. It withdrew suddenly as the two smaller blooms hovered next to my face. I knew I would be splattered with more glitter any moment, and I closed my eyes, ready for the dusty rain. When it didn't happen right away, I cracked open one eye to see the reason for the delay. With every fiber of my being, I wished I would have kept my eyes closed as I saw a change taking place in the gigantic bloom in front of me. Huge circular protrusions were making their way up the stalk of the plant, the size of each had to be close to a softball. "No, no, no," I shook my head as I watched the ascent of the moving balls. Though only moments ago I had felt such incredible pleasure, it was chased away like a dog with its tail between its legs as fear took over. It was little relief to see the lumps become slightly smaller as they reached the "neck" of the flower, just under the head, but the frightening image of the previous size of the bulges was already burned into my brain. Suddenly, the head of the flower tilted backwards until its penis-like member faced the sky. Clear liquid ran over the top of its tip as the stalk shivered wildly. A thin yellow straw extended from the pistil of the plant's shaft. Horror filled me as my mind fully comprehended exactly where that phallus was headed as it moved between my legs once again. How much was this going to hurt? Was it going to stab me with that hollow stick-like sword on the end of its shaft? I had little doubt that was exactly what was going to happen. The blooms on either side of my head spewed glittery pollen on my face, and I couldn't avoid the clouds of dust regardless of the way I turned my head. I pulled with all of my strength at the bonds holding my wrists and ankles, trying in vain to free myself from the vines' grip. I screamed as I felt the tip of the phallus push between the lips of my sex and lifted my hips every which way to remove it from my entrance. In response to my reluctance, more vines crawled up my legs to tighten around my abdomen, making my body immobile. Even though the dust was beginning to cloud my mind, the adrenaline flooding my body overrode the sensation feebly. I could feel my pussy's honey slipping down my thighs, and I could see my tightened areolas flush a darker pink, my body becoming aroused in spite of my fear. The plant shoved itself inside my sex, and I shouted, "No, please! Stop!" at the top of my lungs. In response, the two smaller blooms belched more glitter onto my face, and within seconds, I was as mentally high as a kite. One last protest came out as a "noommpphhh" as my body was filled with the thick plant. I could feel the small straw pushing upward, prodding at my cervix, looking for the opening to my womb. I felt a pinch, but from that point on, the only sensation was bliss as the plant worked my body like a master. The shaft of the plant hammered in and out of me, making me feel so amazing, I found myself meeting it thrust for thrust, helping the plant fuck me. I felt more than saw the hard golf-ball sized bulges as they passed the lips of my sex and ventured into the coned head of the plant. I tossed my head back as the phallus expanded then collapsed, expanded then collapsed inside of me, massaging my inner muscles. Without my realizing it, another vine had reached toward my pussy and was teasing my clit, my body clenching and squeezing in response. The tongues on my nipples tightened and released, pulled and relaxed, the slight pain mixed with pleasure building my climax ever closer. The vines around my breasts vibrated, and the petals of the smaller blooms caressed and teased my orbs, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. By now, I'd lost count of how many of the globular objects had been pushed into my cervix, but I gathered the amount had to be staggering. Although my abdomen was beginning to feel full and even looked as though it was rounding slightly from the outside, I was still too far gone on pollen dust to give a damn. I'd worry about it later, and the thought passed as the strumming of my clit pushed me over the edge and into climax. I yelled my orgasm to the world as the flower's phallus pumped into me at a fever-pitch. In my life, I'd never felt anything so good as that spongy, elongated flower head shoving in and out of me so vehemently. My pussy continued to spasm uncontrollably, and I had no doubt I was helping to shove those little circular globs farther into my womb. I felt as though I was on fire as my nipples pulsed, feeling as though they would explode. The friction of the cone-shaped pistil felt so incredible, and along with the vine expertly rubbing my clit and the tongues tweaking my nipples, it was too much for my mind to take. Whether it was the flower's fluid or the honey from my pussy, I couldn't tell, but my legs were running with so much wetness, it began to drip off my dangling toes. The phallus continued to fuck me relentlessly, pushing in and pulling out of me like a machine that would never tire. Again, I orgasmed hard, and stars exploded from behind my closed eyelids. The amount of endorphins coursing through my body was sending me on a trip like I'd never experienced. Finally, after three more orgasms, my body decided I couldn't take any more stimulation, and I blacked out, blissfully peaceful. * * * * There was a sweet liquid running out of my mouth, and I ran my hand across my lips to wipe away the tickling sensation. A strand from a nearby flower had been feeding its sugary nourishment into my mouth, and I had to admit, it was delicious. Still on my back, I realized it was dark. I was surrounded by a wall of flowers, encased within a small prison of thick stalks. I doubted anything could get into my little concealed area either, so I suppose it depended on how I chose to look at it – I was trapped in or everything else was prevented from getting in to me. I moved to sit up and was more than a little stunned to find that my stomach had swollen to the size of a basketball. I nearly vomited as I realized I was pregnant with the flower's...whatever the hell they were. As much as I tried not to panic, it was impossible to not hyperventilate as a million thoughts ran through my head. What was going to happen to me? What would the flowers do with me? Was I going to become nourishment for the flower's offspring? A familiar voice sounded, and I felt my emotions receding into calmness. "Relax, Sidney. You need not be fearful. Has this species not given you more pleasure than your fragile mind could handle? You seemed to enjoy their touches and caresses on your body. "In twelve hours, you will give birth to this species' seedlings, continuing their lifecycle for hundreds of years. It is not in their interest to hurt you; in fact, they will care for your every physical need. You are protected by the contract we hold with them. Now rest, Sidney. You will need your strength for later." Damn the grays! They had obviously been watching me, but how? Were there cameras somewhere in the fucking flowers for god's sake? How... again my delicate human brain relented, and I drifted off to sleep once again. ...To be continued! THANK YOU FOR READING!!! Alien Love Slave © Emerald Ice 2012 Alien Love Slave Ch. 04-05 Dear Readers: Hello and thank you again for your positive comments! Chapters 4 & 5 should probably go under the Erotic Horror category, however, it would split the story and cause confusion. The final chapters of Sidney's story are not for the squeamish. Prepare yourself for some creepy-crawly sex that pushes the "squick-limit" in most. Phase 4 – Procreation I was getting tired of being told to go to sleep only to wake up in strange circumstances. Annoyed, my distended stomach and I sat up slowly and were met with a sharp pain. Before I could move, the gigantic flower bloom was back and, of course, between my legs. I was pretty sure the bulb didn't have eyes, but what the hell did I know? It had fucked me earlier, and I had no idea it could do that either. The pain would have doubled me over, but vines encircled my wrists and ankles as quickly as lightning to hold me in place. Slimy fluid poured from my pussy and onto the ground, coating the vines in a viscous mess. Where the hell were the plants and their drug-inducing pollen now? Of all the times I could use an upper to take away the pain, it would be now, dammit! Cramping like I'd never felt before took over, and I screamed as loud as I could. All of the surrounding flowers began to shake and shiver, but I had no idea – and I didn't care – whether it was in response to my yelling or their excitement at welcoming their offspring into the world. A disgusting popping noise sounded as the first golfball-sized pod exited my body. The nearest flower bent down to inspect the little seed with its petals, caressing and touching it. Seemingly satisfied, the petals closed around its offspring and carried it upward toward the waiting blooms. After expelling the first pod, the rest of the seeds came out in a river of fluid. My body alternated between horrible pain as the little pods expelled from within me and relief as my abdomen deflated. The flowers couldn't move fast enough to collect the numerous amounts of offspring as they gathered between my outstretched legs. Each new little bundle of joy was carefully gathered by one of its parents and transported away. The entire process was soundless, only disturbed by the rustling of leaves and the vines and petals swishing. After the last little pod exited from within me, the vines released my arms, gently supporting my back and laying me against them. Exhausted, I rested against the cushion of greenery and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, the plants had parted, and a pathway appeared. If the grays thought I was just going to get up and waltz out of here right after popping out a bunch of seeds, they were in for a surprise. Instead, the grays surprised me as a table floated toward me and landed next to my tired body. I literally rolled onto the table, and then it rose and carried me into the opening through which I'd walked only a couple days prior. * * * * I was allowed to rest for a time, and the days ran together. Every eight hours I was examined, tests were run, and afterwards I was always pissed at myself for letting them dictate my actions by only reacting passively. No matter how hard I tried to resist their calming mental persuasion, I simply could not. Every once in a while I would yell at the nothingness in my cell, knowing full well they could hear every word I was saying. Assholes. Couldn't they at least give me a book to read? Finally, my wish was granted, and I was given some trashy magazine with articles twenty years old. By the end of the day, I'd read that thing so many times, I had it memorized by the time a small opening appeared in my cell. The professor's voice sounded, and I was glad to have someone to talk with, even if he wasn't my first choice. At this point, I would welcome pretty much any person's voice; I was getting lonely. "Sidney, would you care to be informed as to the race you birthed?" asked the gray. "Uh, sure. Yes." I figured it wouldn't hurt to know, and if the news was good, maybe it would make me feel better. I shuddered in pleasure as I recalled my intimate encounter with the flowers. Pictures of the jungle world I'd been to appeared on the walls of my cell. The gap between the flowers had been bridged by thousands of tiny seedlings in a rainbow of colors. "There are no wind and no living beings to carry the plants' pollen so they may procreate," explained the professor. "You have ensured their race will continue for hundreds of your life-spans." I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I was torn between feeling terribly used and trapped and feeling useful and a little proud. I really didn't know how to feel at all. I nodded my head, and the images disappeared, leaving me alone in the quiet with my one magazine. + + + Phase 5 – Rinse & Repeat This time when the small arch appeared in the wall, I was prepared to fight the grays – I did not want to be a breeding cow again. I sat on the floor and planned to make them either take me outside my cell or force whatever was out there to come into the grays' territory. Unfortunately, I didn't understand the flexibility of the room I was in until the door was suddenly moving closer to me. I angrily pounded on the walls, screamed, cried, and threw a tantrum of which a 3-year-old would be jealous. Once, when I opened my eyes in mid-outburst, I noticed the walls rippled each time they pushed me a little closer to the opening in the wall. Again, I saw face after face lined up on the walls, passively watching me fight for my life. The wall punched outward, and I was sent sprawling outside my cell and onto a dusty, dirt-covered surface. I rolled several times, creating a cloud of dust before crashing to a stop and smacking my head against the ground. Angry and frustrated, I sat there covered in dust with tears streaking down my face. Damn the grays for throwing me out like trash to be devoured by whatever was in this world. The terrain of this land was dry and dead. Piles of dirt six to eight feet tall dotted the surface everywhere. Small paths wound between the small mountains of grime, though there were no footprints to be seen. This world was eerily quiet, lacking in sound as well as movement. Absolutely nothing green lived in this place; it was as though the grays dropped me off in the middle of an empty, barren land. Above me, the sky was gray with little light showing. A short distance ahead, there appeared to be snow on the ground, which I thought was strange, since it wasn't cold. Even though there was no breeze, I shivered and crossed my arms over my naked breasts, suddenly chilled. I did not like this place, and it gave me the creeps. I heard a rustling noise from behind me, and I turned around quickly but saw nothing. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I was certain I was being watched. Goosepimples broke out all over my skin, and I knew whatever was coming for me was not going to be a pretty flower disguised as a mating machine; whatever was on this world was going to be frightening. Again, I heard the rustling noise ahead of me, but it sounded louder this time. The species coming for me was getting closer. I walked forward carefully, making sure to tiptoe so I wouldn't make any noise. It became darker as I crept onward, and I decided it was better to keep to the lighted areas rather than going somewhere I wouldn't be able to see. Before I could turn around, a small avalanche of dirt, along with a cloud of dust, fell from one of the mounds in front of me. At least I knew where the being was hiding. Smiling a little at its clumsiness, I silently made my way to the pile of dirt. As I peeked around the corner, I heard a loud hiss but saw nothing. I looked up again and realized the sky was not cloudy in the least; in fact, the sky wasn't there at all. The entire "ceiling" of this world was made up of thousands and thousands of strands of glossy webbing. I glanced again at what I'd previously thought to be snow only to realize the ground fifty feet in front of me was also a mass of spider silk. Scared and confused, I backed away from the pile of dirt only to run directly into countless strands of sticky threads on my left that had not been there mere seconds ago. I screamed as the feather-light touch of the silk adhered firmly to my left arm and to my hair. I immediately raised my left hand to try to brush the strands off of my hair, and a few tore away easily. Relieved, I yanked my head and body backwards only to have more strands attach themselves from behind me. A trap had been set, and I was falling right into it. I felt a tickling on my ankles and looked down to see if my feet were becoming entangled as well; what I saw caused my heart to leap into my throat. Thousands upon thousands of spiders with bodies the size of a quarter were wrapping my feet in strands of silky, sticky threads. Most people don't care for spiders, but I was absolutely terrified of them. When I was young, I had nightmares about the creepy-crawly things because I'd watched a movie from which my parents had warned me to stay away. For the rest of my life I had an atypical fear of arachnids and stayed clear of them whenever possible. My voice was lost as I panicked. I had to get out of here! I wasn't about to stomp on them because I didn't want their disgusting squishy guts on the bottom of my feet; the only option I had was to run... like that was going to happen. From the moment I took my first step, I was doomed. The formerly wet, weak strands of webbing had become stronger as they'd dried, and I tripped as I shifted my weight forward. I fell onto the ground only to be swarmed by all of those little spiders near my feet. I cried out in fear then slammed my jaw shut, terrified they would crawl into my mouth. In a way, it was good I closed my mouth because I was starting to get dizzy from breathing too quickly; with my mouth closed, I was forced to breathe more slowly through my nostrils. The little arachnids were crawling around my hair, tickling my scalp and my ears as I tried to stand up straight. I thrashed around, brushing the small bugs off of my breasts, arms, neck and face. Each time I tried to remove a thread of silk, I ended up getting more of it caught on my fingers and hands – this wouldn't have been so bad, however, the new strands were tied to larger, thicker strands. My movements began to slow as the threads began to harden, and any attempt to pull on the fibers resulted in dragging more of them onto my body. It didn't take long to realize I was completely trapped. I think I peed out of fear as I started to cry, but I can't recall clearly. I was cursing the grays and their horrible breeding contract with this species, terrified as I was wrapped tighter and tighter with strands of webbing. When I had fallen, I landed face-down in the dirt, so the spiders were able to easily access my hair, hands, feet and neck – all other parts of my body were touching the ground, so the little creeps were unable to trap my torso and thighs. First, my outstretched hands began to rise off the ground, and I tried to yank my arms back to my body, but the strands of web were now so numerous, they were as strong as steel. Next, my head was lifted, and I realized the small spiders had woven my hair with their silk. I'd never had such a need to scratch my head as I did right then. I nearly vomited as I looked on the ground where my body had lain only seconds ago, to see a dark writhing mass of little spiders. My hair was pulled back, extending my neck and leaving me vulnerable and exposed. Finally, my legs lifted gently as my body was hoisted about twenty feet off of the ground. If I actually managed to break free of the webbing, the fall wouldn't kill me, but it would hurt like hell; then, there were the little spiders all over the floor, just waiting for me as well. I felt small, feather-like touches encircle my arms as the spiders continued to wrap each appendage separately and pull them apart. My legs were spread-eagle within seconds, exposing my naked pussy to the little arachnids. I kept waiting for them to start biting me, but the sensation never occurred as I hung in a free-fall position. My breasts dangled below my body, only touched occasionally by the scurry of a small spider running across one or the other to get from point "a" to point "b". Having been so freaked out by the little spiders, it hadn't even dawned on me that there could be something far worse. Suddenly, the webs attached to my arms and legs began to tremble, the movement sending vibrations from my fingers to my toes. I was bouncing up and down when I saw two absolutely gigantic, hairy black legs just above my head; but surely they were a figment of my fear-induced imagination. Right? My vision was indeed clear, unfortunately, and terrified, I watched the two legs step forward. Two more appeared right behind them, then another set and another. A spider as large as my Chevette turned around to face me, but it wasn't just an arachnid – it was even worse. Instead of having two parts, the head and abdomen, this species had a human-like head and torso connected to the abdomen. He was absolutely frightening as he stared at me with his eight red eyes, and he definitely didn't look sane. I dry heaved onto the ground, wishing this nightmare would end, but of course it didn't. The situation turned even worse as the arachnid-man raised up on his back legs, extending his body upward as though demonstrating his true, gigantic size. The being's four back legs began to walk forward, supporting his lower body as his abdomen was slowly brought into view. At the base of his abdomen, a shiny, black appendage curved underneath his hairy body. I gasped in fear and horror as I realized the rapidly elongating extension was the arachnid's enormously thick and long penis. It simply was not possible that a cock nearly twelve inches long and five in circumference would fit inside my pussy. There was no need for professor gray to tell me to relax or to sleep because I passed out cold. * * * * My unconscious state couldn't have lasted long because, when I opened my eyes again, the he-spider was walking over me, his legs on either side of my torso. Once again, I was bouncing around, my breasts swaying below me; the pendulous orbs jiggling and rippling with each of his steps. As each leg moved, I took notice of the spider's "foot" – at the end of each leg was a razor-sharp bayonet on the outside; on the inside was a flexible protrusion, similar to a hand in a mitten. With each step, the hand grasped then released the web, stabilizing Mr. Creepy's steps. The hair on his legs brushed against my arms and legs as he walked. Repulsed, I wanted so much to draw my limbs to my body and curl up into a ball; instead, I shuddered violently with each hairy touch. The spider turned himself around, and I braced myself for what was surely to come. Repulsed, I felt the arachnid carefully trace two legs along my back. My breath caught in surprise when he touched me then sped up tremendously as I panicked in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Cool air caressed my back as he carefully selected certain webs then cut them loose. I didn't have to see to know my torso was naked, but my hands and legs were still encased in spider silk. The spider's weight shifted, causing me to sway once again as two legs settled themselves next to my head. I cringed in terror and wailed as I felt the hairy abdomen of the arachnid settle against my back. Evidently, the human-spider species didn't care for my crying because he began to hiss angrily, and I shut my mouth quickly in hopes of keeping him calm. Like I knew how to keep a mutant spider calm in the first fucking place! All I knew was that I really didn't like the hissing noise coming from him; it scared me more than I was already, and I didn't need any additional terror created by my actions. The hissing quieted as the human part of the spider bent down, putting his face next to my ear. I flinched but had nowhere to go as he licked a line from my jaw to my ear. I started to cry silently as he laved my neck, tasting my skin inch by inch. I caught a glimpse of a long, black tongue as he licked my cheek and prayed he wasn't going to put it in my mouth. He moved back to my ear, and I felt something sharp against my skin. Oh, god, what was he doing? I tensed just before his fangs pierced my jugular, and I sucked in a breath of surprise at the pain. Every fear I'd had about spiders was coming true, and my phobia blazed in my mind. Cold, freezing liquid ran into my vein, and I thought I was going to die right then and there. Within seconds, my body went from feeling an icy chill to hot and dripping wet, ready for sex. All fear left my body as the drug swiftly traveled throughout. I moaned loudly with want and need, suddenly not caring about the giant arachnid on my back. The only thing on my mind was sex and how relieved I was that this creature was male and would hopefully be inside of me sooner rather than later. I moaned loudly at the thought of the spider's large, black, shiny erection slipping inside of me, the thought exciting me. I bounced around again as the spider shifted and turned itself around. I should have been horrified as I saw the huge, slick penis inches from my face; instead, my mouth shamelessly watered, and I wanted that thing in my mouth. The spider settled on my back again and bent his upper body over my ass. I jerked wildly as I felt something touch the lips of my sex and spread them wider. I moaned loudly and arched up as a wet tongue caressed my pussy and darted into my opening. I cried out in pleasure as his long, narrow tongue fucked my pussy, moving in and out, in and out. He adjusted his caresses to include my clit, flicking it each time he pulled his tongue out of my hole. By this time, my sex was producing so much honey from the stimulation of his fantastic tongue and the venom he'd injected into me that I was dripping profusely. He lapped my juices, savoring each taste; I knew this because I would hear an occasional slurp as he sucked my honey into his mouth. The arachnid's penis was touching my lips, teasing me relentlessly, so I decided to take control. My tongue lashed out at the cock, and I swiped my lips across it several times before he pulled it slightly out of my reach. Drops of pre-cum formed on the head, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was sucking on him the way he was slurping on me. I still strained to reach his erection even though I knew I'd not reach it until he decided to let me. His talented tongue continued to work in and out of my pussy, and I strained against the limiting webs, trying in vain to hump his tongue. He felt absolutely amazing, and I longed to be filled by his enormous cock. The spider's long tongue would push into my sex, swirl around, then retract and I couldn't help but moan with each plunge. His tongue would tease my sensitive nub then follow the same path back inside of me, and it felt amazing. Again and again he dove into my pussy, caressing my inner walls, making them slicker with each touch. I writhed against his wet muscle as I felt my climax quickly building. He flicked my clit once, twice, and on the third time, I was screaming in pleasure. Wave after hot wave of bliss pulsed throughout my body, and I felt as though I was on fire. My nipples jutted out, the peaks flooding with blood as my body tried to twist and turn in my restraints. My lover didn't stop pleasing me, and he kept thrusting his tongue in and out of my opening, fucking me, flicking my clit, and drinking in my juices. I climaxed a second time, and it was then that he chose to shove his giant member into my open mouth. I gladly accepted his cock into my warm mouth, even though he couldn't fit the whole thing into me. Alien Love Slave Ch. 04-05 He pumped vigorously, and I tightened my lips around his moving shaft, trying to please him as he had pleased me. His cock was slick with my saliva, making it easy for him to slide in and out repeatedly. Every once in a while he would jam his tongue into my pussy, making me even more eager to please him. Each time he would retract his erection from my mouth, I would swipe my tongue across his cock, and he would slam it back into my wetness, seemingly pleased with the sensation. I was disappointed when he abruptly pulled his shaft from my mouth, and I sadly watched as it moved away from my line of vision and disappear. The strands began to shake again as he turned his body around and settled onto my back for the third time. The arachnid's front legs found their way through a few openings in the web, and a few of the knife-like protrusions traced lines all over my torso. I was still so incredibly aroused, even though my orgasms had passed; I had no concern about the sharp bayonets hurting me, even when they grazed across my nipples. I felt the spider lower his head next to my neck and tensed as I waited for him to bite me again, but it never happened. Instead, he licked and tasted my skin. I felt a nudging between the lips of my labia as he poised his cock at my entrance. His hard erection was slimy with his fluid - thank God - and he drove into me hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pistoned into me again and again. My pussy had never felt so full and so stretched, but the sensation was absolutely incredible. With each thrust I could feel the arachnid's erection bottom out, hitting my cervix, trying to shove deeper inside of me. Had I not been high on the spider's venom, I might have been in pain, but every shove and push felt so good, I never wanted him to stop. The spider's cock hammered into me harder and faster as the alien species fucked me with increasing speed. With each thrust, I pushed back against him, helping him drive himself deeper within me. Each time he hit the end of my sex I would groan with pleasure, hoping to encourage him to keep fucking me. My sex was dripping with wetness; every time the arachnid's huge erection slid into me, the combination of my honey and the tightness of my pussy created a slurping, suction noise, which turned me on even more. My God, he knew how to please me! I saw the knife-like appendages move back and forth under my torso as they teased and scraped against my nipples. His sharp appendages never sliced my nipples, but they rubbed against them until they were nearly raw, sending pleasure from my breasts to my clit with each touch. The human part of the spider's chest rubbed against my back from side to side, and it was almost as though he was scent-marking me. I didn't even notice when the smaller spiders began to crawl all over me until my peripheral vision happened to notice them crawling on my hands. I should have been flipping out when I saw my arms and neck covered with the skittering black creatures, but I was too busy enjoying the enormous cock plunging in and out of my pussy. Warmth spread through me as I started to climax again; this species had succeeded where no man had before by giving me an orgasm without touching my clit. I wondered if I could stay with this spider-thing for the rest of my days, then I realized the stupidity of the thought – I was a sex/breeding slave after all. My pussy was slick with my honey and was about to overflow when I felt tiny pinpricks all over my body. The little spiders were biting me, and I'd never felt anything so exquisite as their little fangs concentrated on my clit and my nipples. I exploded into orgasm as the tiny needles bit into my sensitive nubs. I yelled my climax as the spider's cock rammed into me, fucking me over and over again. With one long hiss, the arachnid pulled his human torso off of me only to better angle his abdomen so his shaft could forcefully drive into me even harder. The spider's abdomen vibrated above me, and his legs spasmed on either side of me as he climaxed. Sperm ran out of my pussy and dripped onto the floor as the spider gripped my hips with his hairy legs. I would have sworn his cock swelled inside of me as he slammed into me again and again, making me feel impossibly full. After my first orgasm, the small spiders continued to nibble on my nipples and clit, giving me pleasure unlike any that I've ever known. Within seconds, my body erupted into another climax due to the intense stimulation of the tiny spiders' mouths on my clit. I screamed my pleasure again and again before my muscles calmed and relaxed. I shuddered in the aftershocks of orgasm, floating on the mental high of pleasure. Finally, the arachnid's body stopped quivering, but he remained still, his cock deeply seated in my pussy. I felt a strange tickling on the lips of my sex as the huge penis inched its way out of me, every slight movement causing me to writhe and moan for him. I noticed that the smaller spiders had left en masse, skittering away, their work with me evidently finished. The alien's large cock slid free of my sex, and, once again, I felt a feather-like brushing against my pussy. I gasped at the sudden empty sensation in my sex, as the spider nuzzled my neck and settled against my back. My mind was starting to clear, and I began to wonder what he was going to do next, since he seemed to have completed his task. We remained in the same position for several minutes, and it was almost as though we were cuddling. I thought it was quite odd for a male of such a different species to want to stay with me after he had spilled his seed, but I certainly didn't mind. I wondered for a moment if he would want another round of mind-blowing sex, but it wasn't meant to be. A commotion from below startled my lover and I out of our post-orgasmic reverie, and he hissed as he protectively took a defensive position over my body. I gasped in surprise as I was suddenly falling, the threads of spider silk severed and falling to the floor. The enormous spider was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear his angry hisses all around me. Just before I hit the ground, I was transported back into my cell. Oddly enough, I wanted to go back to my spider lover, and I was pissed with the grays for ending my fucking session too early. Before I could bitch and moan, the professor's voice sounded all around me. "Sidney, you must drink the provided beverage to expel the species' offspring from your body." I had absolutely no problem with that, so I stood up and found the concoction on a nearby table. I drank the bitter liquid quickly, downing every drop. I reached down between my legs as I felt yet another tickling sensation. My hand came away covered in silky webbing, and it took everything I had to refrain from vomiting the liquid I'd just drank. Frantically, I pulled at the silky threads, ripping them off of the lips of my pussy. The bastards had tried to seal my womb, encasing the mutant arachnid's sperm within me! I didn't stop until I was positive all of the strands had been removed completely, and I desperately wanted a shower; even that black gooey slime would have been acceptable. Although I had a pretty good idea, I still asked, "What would have happened if I didn't drink that shit in time?" I was curious to know what my fate would have been. "Had we waited five more minutes, the offspring would have embedded themselves within your uterus and eaten their way out of you." "Oh," I answered, feeling faint. "Gee, thanks." "You're welcome, Sidney." I realized this would be my life forever. I was dependent on a race of beings to which I was property, a commodity to be borrowed so they could make money. My life was a waiting game, and all I could do was pass the time until I was loaned out to be an alien sex slave again and again. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! Alien Love Slave © Emerald Ice 2012 Alien Love Slave The professor turned his head to look at me and nodded. For an unknown reason, I knew he was going to give me what I'd been aching for, my release was coming soon. While continuing to hold the lips of my pussy open with one hand, he lightly brushed the pad on one finger across my clit. Another soundless, air-filled scream left my mouth as my body arched upward to find more contact with something, anything. Before I could become too angry, he repeated the action, only this time, he used two fingers and swept them across my sensitive nub in an upward movement, then in a downward movement, but only once. Again, my body bowed off the table, my clit aching for a continuous touch. Finally, professor gray met my body on the upstroke and continued to rub his fingers against my clit. He increased the pace, furiously strumming the sensitive flesh up and down, up and down. Each stroke felt so good, and I finally let myself relax into the rhythm of his touch. I watched as he increased the speed of his fingers again; they were moving so fast, it was getting difficult to make out the digits on his hands. Clearly this alien had an ultra-speed in his fingers human females could only find in a vibrator. After several more lightning strokes, I was climaxing so powerfully, had I been able to use my voice, the gray's sensitive ears would have been ringing in pain. Honey gushed out of my pussy, coating my sex and dripping onto the table from the crack of my ass. My nipples had become hardened nubs, and my areolas crinkled with the intense flow of blood. In the midst of one of my orgasms, the professor instructed one of his students to shove his long fingers into my pussy, making my inner muscles clench in response. One student in particular was fascinated with my response to his fingers pushing into me. He shoved one finger, then two then three, making me cry out in pleasure. He took over where the professor had left off and began to rub my clit with his other hand. He massaged my fleshy nub over and over again, causing me to arch off the table and shove myself onto his fingers. I climaxed easily for him, my clit having already been stimulated, and he moved his fingers with me, maximizing my pleasure. Instead of removing his fingers, he left them inside of me as the muscles of my pussy twitched and danced for him. He moved his fingers one more time, wriggling them back and forth, eliciting a moan from me before turning around to face his fellow students. After the remaining students had shoved a couple of digits inside of me, their attention shifted from my body's response to their fingers. They huddled together in a semi-circle between my legs, each studying the wetness my body had produced on each other's fingers. Slowly, I came down from my orgasm as my breathing returned to normal and my body began to cool. Pleasure still flowed from the tips of my fingers to my head and to my toes. My legs and arms began to move involuntarily as the extensions slid back toward the table. Finally, I was allowed a bit of privacy for at least one part of my body, my pussy no longer open and on display. The professor came to stand next to my head and placed his hands on my temples. He looked into my eyes and commanded, "Sleep restfully, human woman. You will need your rest for Phase 3. We will talk later." My mind resisted as questions flooded my mind. What was Phase 3? What were they going to do to me next? Was pain involved? How the hell do I get out of here? Where was here? "No," I whispered as my eyelids started to feel heavy. I tried not to close my eyes, but it was no use. Exhaustion from having been sexually teased then experiencing several climaxes had tired me, but the command from the professor to sleep was something my mind could not ignore as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber. THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! ***Chapter 2 coming soon!*** If you like this story, you can find it for sale on Amazon.com. Due to their recent censorship constrictions it is very lamely titled, "Sidney's Space Escapades".