** First ever story, tell me what you think!**

Ella squatted, pants around her ankles, alone at the edge of the dark tree line. Relieving herself was not the release she desired. She had been making passes at James all night, but all he wanted to do was get drunk with their friends by the campfire. “All I’m saying is a year is way too long not to get laid” she muttered to no one in particular. “Fuck him then. Or not, that’s the problem I guess.”

The last remnants of the sun faded behind the mountains, darkness rapidly encroaching on the high alpine valley. She licked her lips, tasting the salt from a long day of hiking, and retied her shorts snugly around her waist. With renewed determination she turned to hike back toward the intermingled voices of her friends. Bright light, like an instantaneous un-setting of the sun, blinded her. Disorientation. Darkness.

She never felt herself hit the ground.

Ella’s first thought coming to was how strange the leaves felt underneath her. How cold and unyielding. How metallic. At this, her eyes flashed open. As her vision adjusted she surveyed her new surroundings. Tables full of instruments, shelves brimming with chemicals. It looked like a laboratory. Unfortunately, she recognized none of the tools surrounding her, and there were many strange tubes suspended in thick arcs from the ceiling. Like artificial vines. She tried to prop herself up to get a better look, only to find herself bound to the metallic surface by some of those vines. It was all too much. The room spun out into darkness.

An acute pain in her upper arm woke her. “Oww” She looked up to see a man wiping a cool swab over the area he had obviously just finished injecting. “Whoo thhe hellll arre youu, andd whhhhat wasss thaat?” she slurred. Panic quickly set in, dispelling some of her mental fog. “Calm down, Ella. You are in a safe place.” His tone of voice reinforced this fact. It was even. Reassuring. Squinting harder at his face, his features were nondescript beyond even her disorientation. They seemed to constantly shift so that she could never tell if his eyes were green or brown, hair black or auburn. She tried to reassert control over her vocal cords. “What did you give me? Who are you?”

“Something that will facilitate the vital work we are about to do here. A sedative and a stimulant, of sorts.” As if in response, she felt the beginnings of a pleasant warmth emanating from the injection site on her arm. “As for who I am, suffice it to say I represent an organization that sustains life.” Ella felt her gorge rising, anger gathering with her returning strength. What the hell could that mean? “How can you keep me here against my will if you are just conducting research? Isn’t that illegal?” Ella spat. The man smiled “We operate somewhat outside of the law. Enough, we need to begin.” Begin what? Ella wondered in silent terror.

He circled around behind her prone form. “If you cooperate, this could end well for you. If not, well… who exactly knows you’re here?” He chuckled to himself, a warm growling laugh. Ella stiffened. “First, let’s assess your fitness.” Without warning, a latex gloved finger probed into her mouth. She considered biting down, but his words echoed in her mind. No one knows I am here. She let him explore, running over the ridges of her teeth, against her delicate cheeks, and pressing roughly down onto her tongue. “Open wider”. She obeyed, and he thrust in a small rod. “Close”. So far not so bad. Just a doctor with no bed side manner to speak of. “Open”. He removed the rod, looking at it and making an approving noise in his throat. Next, he grabbed something resembling a stethoscope and pressed the circular end to her chest. The freezing instrument made her nipples strain against the cotton fabric of her top. She hoped he did not notice. Though a part of her, a tiny one, did. Hoped that the probing in her mouth would extend to her other holes as well. What the fuck had gotten into her? She was a kidnapping victim for god’s sake. She forced her mind to go blank even as she fought against her needful body’s betrayal, fought against the growing dampness between her legs.

Her reverie was interrupted by the flash of a blade near her face. “Don’t wince like that, or I will actually cut you” he said dispassionately. She lay motionless while he lowered the shears down to her neck and began slicing through the collar of her shirt. As they made their inexorable progress down her body, rending fabric as they went, she couldn’t help but shudder. Not with horror, but with arousal. The feeling of the blade, so cold it was white hot, only intensified the slick swollen feeling of her pussy. Exposed to the cool air and his potential gaze, her nipples tightened to an excruciating degree. Unable to move she could only watch with mute anguish as it reached her waistband. He would see. The slick fabric would doubtless stick to her now gushing pussy as it peeled away from her lips. The shears continued with detached precision. When he finally pulled her sodden panties away she thought she could see the hint of a smirk on his indiscernible face.

“Good, it’s always a gamble whether there are any effects. It’s never pretty when there aren’t.” He worked his way down her body, stripping her bare of her ruined clothes. Removing her shorn bottoms, it seemed, more slowly than the rest. “What?” she panted. “The sedative stimulant. Or at least, that’s what your race might call it. It’s much more than that.” “Your race?” Ella puzzled through the vague haze of her arousal. He didn’t answer, instead reaching up to the ceiling and grasping one of the hanging artificial vines. Almost tenderly. “I have good news and bad news” he said. She almost didn’t hear him, too concerned with the realization that the bindings holding her to the examination table were swelling and constricting. “The good news is that you are perfectly healthy.” He stood there a moment, caressing the vine. It began to produce a viscous ooze. A deep, existential terror shook Ella out of all her blissful vacancy. “The bad news is, this is not going to end well for you.”

She screamed in terror, struggling with the urgency of a trapped animal. The bindings on the table merely kept tightening. With horror she remembered that these too were part of the terrifying vine now approaching her. Only it wasn’t a vine, it was something else. Reverently, he placed it on the creamy skin of her thigh. The thing pulsed with a life of its own. A subtle electric current ran over where its cool membrane contacted her skin, one that resonated with the drugs in her system and undermined her resistance. Slowly, it creeped down toward her agonizingly swollen pussy. Its ooze preceded it and mingled with her own reluctant juices. The thing paused at the extreme edge of her sex. Sensing something. It began to engorge and darken. There was something else. Anticipation. Excitement. She felt its single-minded desire to penetrate the hot, trembling crevice before it. For the first time, the man truly smiled. Ella screamed again.

The tentacle slithered down her slightly parted labia, probing the soft folds. Searching. Its tip found her clitoris and the electric current intensified to a brief shock. She yelped, struggling. “What are you going to do to me?” she pleaded, moaning from fear and the maddening sensation of the prolonged contact between the tip of the tentacle and her clit. “I suppose I could tell you, if only so you realize how truly privileged you are, Ella.” The thing lost interest in her clit, and began gliding down to her exposed opening. “I am what you might consider a drone. As my race moves between worlds, I find hosts for our progeny.” The monster hesitated at her dripping entrance. “And you sweet Ella, are more than suitable.” It plunged into her, eagerly writhing deeper and deeper. She shut her eyes against the unspeakable horror of that dark oozing thing thrusting between her legs. The electric pulse intensified. It had a will of its own, coursing through her nerves with more strength every time she pushed back in her mind against the assault of her body. It was no use. The thing was in her head. Submit, it urged. She could feel its hunger. Not for physical satisfaction, but for worlds. To utterly dominate and enslave. Every fiber of her humanity resisted this. Yet, on the table, her hips strained against the pulsating tentacle as it pushed its way inside her. Yearned to take more of that hideous member, each thrust filling her with unimaginable pleasure and distended unearthly flesh. Unbidden came thoughts of previous sexual encounters. Deep in her cunt, she felt the tip of the tentacle change into a leviathan mockery of a human penis. It drew itself slowly out, so she could see the bulbous head dripping with their intermingled fluids, then mercilessly thrust back in.

“NO, NO, NO” Ella shrieked. The tentacle throbbed and secreted more viscous fluid. Her pussy was almost stretched to capacity. Still the thing kept growing. ”HELP ME” she pleaded to her captor. “My, you are noisy. We can fix that.” He reached up to the ceiling again, guiding down another tentacle and placing it beside her flushed cheek. She tried to turn away. The man grabbed her head and forced her to face that monstrous protrusion. It already dripped with anticipation, prying open her pouty lips with incomprehensible strength. Ella tried to lurch away from the evil thing slithering down her throat, but the man shoved her head up to allow it deeper. She could no longer scream. The man removed his hand from the back of her head and came around to stand beside the table and admire his work. Her blue eyes met his browngreenblack, and in them she saw the cold triumph of a predator over its prey. The tentacles began to move back and forth in tandem, the thrusting in her pussy pushing her lips further down the tentacle penetrating her throat. She felt the pleasure the monster felt inside her. Its anticipation to fertilize a new world. Worst of all, she shared that anticipation. The tentacles sent a massive jolt of electricity through her again. With this, the last shred of her will snapped. Though her throat was filled by the writhing tentacle, she cried out in ecstasy. Every last nerve was stimulated to its physical limit. The cool of the table, the slime covering her thighs and soft belly and chin. She screamed with utter pleasure.

The thing responded to her surrender. Many more tentacles descended from the ceiling. Wrapped around her legs, encircled her breasts, slid lasciviously between her ass cheeks. It knew it had her now. She arched her back in bliss and the tentacles surrounded her, lifting her small frame off the table until her arms and legs grew taut. With her remaining bits of consciousness she summoned desperate thoughts of her nipples and clitoris. The mass of tentacles writhed and constricted. Two small tendrils found her blush areolas and twisted, then seemed to collapse in on themselves, sucking at the distended tips. A larger one creeped along her belly and attached itself to her clit, buzzing with that mind-consuming electric current. She could feel something building, something that was not the alien drugs or obscene force invading her mind, but something familiar. The pounding of the tentacles in her mouth and pussy intensified. Oh my god. Yes. She crested with greater pleasure than she thought her body could contain, and crashed into oblivion. But instead of the contentment she had experienced after other orgasms, her shaking body immediately craved more. The tentacles did not slow. A small voice wondered if her petite body could handle such brutalization, but she didn’t care. She needed this monster to fill every hole in her body to the utmost. To become its vessel.

The thing must have heard her wish. A searching tentacle slid into her rounded ass and began to circle the tight little entrance. Unused to stimulation there she bucked forward, forcing the tentacle in her pussy deeper. Insatiable need. Hers, its, it did not matter. She circled her hips with the motion of the tentacle. At this, it probed inward. Almost tentatively at first, encountering some resistance. In her mind she urged it on. A renewed jolt of electricity relaxed the tight ring of muscle and it slipped in, soon swelling to the size of the others and pounding with equal mechanical ferocity. The tentacle in her pussy pushed against the extreme edge of her cervix. She could feel the end of it changing, trying to find a way into her womb. With one final savage thrust it forced its way in, making her explode with another orgasm. Convulsing, she barely registered the giant swollen orb slowly making its way down the length of the tentacles toward her ravaged pussy. The closer it came the more her desire built. Yes, she would joyfully bear the seed of this conquering alien race. With elation, she noticed similar orbs descending the tentacles in her mouth and asshole. The first orb reached the entrance to her pussy and stopped. Her pink flesh was already stretched to beyond its limits. The writhing behemoth encircling her, filling and invading her every crevice, jolted with intense electricity. Electricity that made her muscles flex and receive the alien spawn into her womb. Her stomach distended to accept the immense load. A torrent of pale viscous liquid spurt past the tentacle stuffing her pussy and streamed off of the metal table. Immediately the tentacles in her mouth and ass erupted as well. Every hole filled and brimming with inhuman seed.

Ella convulsed again and again, suspended in orgasmic infinity, held there by the relentlessly thrusting monster in her pussy and mouth and ass. The world was consumed by her pleasure, and as all her senses winked out, her last sight was of the man. He was standing over her, laughing.

 

Cool story

 

Beautiful