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Ayase woke up cold and suddenly.
A stale, bitter smell hung in the air, like a hospital. She thought, cringing. Ayase hated hospitals, hated everything about them, from the smell to the tiny gown they drabbed you with, had done so ever since her parents passed away.
Three shapes loomed over her, watching silently, those weren't doctors or nurses but the ugly creeps who chased and tore her clothes out.
“Hello, female human, be not afraid, we are friendly Serpoians from planet Serpoi.” One of them said in a dead monotone.
Ayase knew better than to trust his words. Being no stranger to the way his eyes eat up her exposed flesh. Certain it was some perverts assaulting a girl in an abandoned building. She struggled against her binds, just to notice they were floating machines of some strange metal.
They really are aliens. She mused, but didn’t dwell on it. Adrenaline was cruising through her. Scaping came first.
“Friendly aliens don’t strip girls down. I wanna leave. Now!”
“We can’t grant that. Our species is only male and multiplies by cloning, which causes problems of diversity and lack of evolution. So, for us to acquire reproduction we came to earth, to claim the organs your males possess.”
The three of them zipped down simultaneously, and at the same time their lost human shape, yet human cocks burst out. Red-faced Ayase looked on. She had never seen a boy’s junk before, and those certainly didn’t belong to boys. Thick and big and veiny. Each one of a different shade, one seemed white. A part of her mind recalled what Occult-kun said about kidnaps and experiments and the American government. The rest of her blinked on..
Her friends always said dicks were dirty and weird and better avoided, those were impressive. Could men even carry that sort of weapon or had they been modified?
“A work of art, right. What you think.” He stepped closer, beckoning her inspection.
Crooked stitches linked the base to their bluish human-toad bodies.
“Beautiful, really amazing.” The praise came quickly to her tongue, a plan cooking in her head. She knew boys did that sometimes, dragged girls into the bathroom to rate their dicks. If that is what the aliens wanted from her, so be it. Praising them wasn’t even lying.
“Perfect. So, you will be aiding in their text.”
“W.. What.”
“We will be performing sex.” They said it like any other word. “We will breed you to propagate our species, you will birth our next generation, indeed a great honor.”
“No.. No, never.” Her voice cracked. Fear snaking up her spine, she had lied about being afraid of exploring the abandoned building to make Occult-kun feel better, that sort of thing was every-day for her. Being scared wasn’t, it coiled in her belly. Sweat dripped down her neck.
Ayase thought of all the moments her shit-ass boyfriend tried to pressure her into doing it.
“As if! I am keeping my virginity for my Ken Takakura I am yet to find. And no way a jerk-ass alien is going to take it.” She fought against the binds, resolute to get free even if it cut her wrists and shattered her ankles. The alien contraption didn’t budge, nor did it hurt her, its cushioned wraps solid as walls.
The nearest alien grappled her head. Huge fingers put light pressure on her temples. For the first time she felt small, terribly aware of how frail her position was.
“We understand your inexperience, our research indicates the males of your kind usually fail to entice their females. Worry not, we will use brain-waves to arouse your desire.”
“Brain-what?” She asked, it needed no reply. A wave of dizziness crashed into her. Like a spiked drink or the hangover, she once got at the karaoke, a warm flush came after, the hair on her neck bristled, her whole body came alive to each small thing. The gush of wind from their breath, the soft cushion deforming around her ass, the padded inside of her bra against her stiff nipples.
Ayase gasped. “Ken Takakura” she said in pure habit, the name she usually called while pleasuring herself. Something she seldomly did, as grandma taught her any good medium should be in full control of her body.
Another hand touched her belly. It got a scream from her. Every touch felt like a thousand pleasure needles from the evilest acupuncturist.
“We will use our psychokinesis to induce ovulation and stimulate your womb into accepting us.”
Tears ran down her face as heat devoured her all over. Shame eating her from the inside, a dark spot tarnished her undies and she could tell just how wet she was down there. The hand pressed her lower belly, and that felt familiar somehow.
Grandma would ask her to touch there to release her chi.. She remembered suddenly, flashes of her childhood trying to take her mind far away from what was happening and going to happen to her body. She couldn’t let go though, Ayase knew she had to stay, to fight, her grandma hadn’t raised a weakling.
She closed her eyes and channeled her chi. Energy pooled to her, a static in the air. The aliens sensed it too, they cried out and argued among themselves. She felt strong.. invincible.
In desperation, the hand on her belly went down, trying to pin her body still. The hand curled around her mound, a finger touched her clit, aroused and exposed from its cover. A jolt consumed her, like the time she touched an exposed wire but a thousand times more wonderful. Her mouth gaped as her toes and hands curled, more intense than anything she knew her body could produce. The little chi she had gathered scattering like sakura leaves in the fall, along with them went her remaining wits.
“Look at her tongue lolling out. Truly a whore made for reproduction.” One of the aliens mocked. She couldn’t tell which one. The thumb rubbed up and down around her clit, Ayase choked a scream as the fire inside her got even worse, eating away any concentration she could use to summon her chi again.
Another hand was placed over her tummy, she could feel the static, their overwhelming power made her womb flutter with need, her thighs desperate to grind on one another and provide some relief.
Three high pitched laughs echoed in the room “Yes, yes.. give in, you are feeling good, so needy, you want.. need to breed.” The aliens said in unison, for the first time in their long lives feelings returned to them, a drive buried deep in their DNA.
“Yes..” Ayase managed to say between puffs. She didn’t know why she was replying, why she was indulging their disgusting words, it just felt right, she had always meant to be bred.
More hands came to grope her, the ones on her clit and belly and face let go and they all roamed about, claiming each exposed bit of her: savoring, pinching and squeezing. Her arms and calves and inner thighs. Her own thundering heartbeat drowned their cackling.
The so-called brain waves got worse. A squeeze around her heart warned about.. something.. something she had to resist, to fight against, but she couldn’t recall what, and couldn't see how it mattered. She felt good, safe and strong hands were all around her, driving her mad with lust.
“She is ready.” One of them announced, pulling her underwear down her ass. With her legs bound it couldn’t go far. They had also never removed the garters around her thighs nor her socks and sneakers.
“Rip them.” Her mouth begged. “Rip it all.” It felt weird and wrong to say those things, but the words wouldn’t stop on her throat.
They obliged her with the panties, torn to shreds with the rest of her uniform and dignity. The rest retained, socks on would help her relax. A quiet hush took the room, all three aliens mesmerized with how pretty she was down there. One last ounce of shame flashed red on her face, Ayase shaved bare so she could kick with a skirt with more impunity. Although now her mind relished it, being bare and filled was her rightful state, how had she never accepted it?
Her pussy throbbed in agreement, beckoning them in. Desire ran down her leg as they mocked how wet she was. Probing fingers gathered there, taking turns to study every turn and corner. Parting her lips and circling her entrance, collecting her fluids to ready themselves for insertion. Foam dripped from her mouth as Ayase trashed under their physical and mental assault.
A finger went in, then another and a third. The combined psychokinesis driving her mad, twisting their misshapen forms out of her sight, everything vanished in a thick dark fog and only floating faces returned to leer at her. Three heads of her beloved Ken Takakura and disembodied hands to match, and even lower, near her, those big wonderful cocks filled her view.
“I caught her first, so I will go first.” One of them said, shoving the others to the side and aligning himself in, pushing her legs as wide apart as the floating chair allowed.
Without their touch the downpour of sensations subsided, giving Ayase a moment of respite, enough to know what was coming was even worse, even more intense.
“Yes.. please, Mr. Takakura.” Her hips squirmed in place, trying to get closer.
The cock was huge, it parted her lips before poking at her entrance, stretching her slowly around its girth. Ayase could almost tell each vein from the other. The choker around her neck rumbled to the music of her moans.
“So tight.” The alien cursed, delighting in the warmth of her. Persistently he went in and Ayase delighted back on how it pressed her insides, bigger than anything she ever expected to take, and warm too. So warm, her whole body felt alive with heat, irradiating from down there.
“Oohh, so good. How? Mr. Takakura, what are you doing to me?”
The alien hilted himself to the base, the bulge of his cock showing on her belly.
“Hehehe.” He sneered. “We didn’t alter how good it feels, just fueled your lust. This is the natural drive of your species. Your evolution sculpted your kind into sex-addicted whores.”
Stubborn, Ayase didn’t want to believe it. The alien began to fuck her then, his cock nearly leaving her than pushing back, and she knew it to be true. It just felt so good. His hands curled around her hips, grabbing fistfuls of her ass and lifting her from the seat. The position let him go even further, sometimes he would hit a deep part of her and pleasure would flash in her mind, lights danced on her eyes.
Near constant moaning made drool drip down her chin and chest, making a mess of her. By that point a thin layer of sweat covered nearly all of her, giving her skin a beautiful sheen.
“You had enough.” The second alien barged in, leaning over her, his long thick tongue licked down her mound. It bristles the growing hairs, going lower and lower, filling Ayase with hope for its goal.
Her prayers were answered at once when he found her clit. The tongue was coarse and lovely. She screamed in delight, that would drive her crazy for sure. He tested her reaction and focused where it was best. Ayase felt something beginning to build up inside of her. The cock twisting her insides sometimes pushed her clit up just right to catch the tongue, in the most wonderful way.
“Yes, cum for us. Accept your purpose.” A voice ordered her. Half the alien’s strange tone, half the voice of her beloved actor. Her insides were squeezing frantically around the thick cock inside her and ohhh, so close. She wanted to cum, had to, and they gave it to her, by doing exactly what they were doing.
Her muscles tensed as she curled on the chair, legs trembling close, forcing both aliens away as she howled her pleasure for all to hear. Not that anyone else could. Her orgasm ran down her legs to coat the black garters and make a mess on the chair.
“She is more than ready now.” The alien that had been on her clit waved his hand and the chair shifted with mechanical clicks, her bound limbs dragged by his will gained slack. Reveling on the aftershock of her first orgasm, Ayase took a few seconds to realize she had more wiggle room to move on the chair.
Flee, escape. The thought came suddenly, a single moment of clarity from the lack of stimuli. Chi gathered around her for a second before the aliens noticed it. A hand held the back of her neck, brain waves washed down her spine, destroying her resolve.
Shame once again flooded her, not from being fucked, not even from cumming on their cocks, but from her rebellious mind who resisted against her rightful place as an alien slut.
The hand on her neck kept pushing her up, until she stood as much as she could on the chair. The purpose of that escaped her mind until she felt the alien climb in behind her, squeezing himself between her and the chair. That kept her limbs as tight as they dared, and she felt his huge cock on her back when her trembling legs collapsed.
Ayase had never been on anyone’s lap before, it was comfortably warm. Psychokinesis power seeped into her from all contact points. A calmness eased into her muscles, making her pliable to their needs, as any good whore should be. Giving in to the hands grabbing her buttocks, parting her wide and smearing her cum on her other hole.
A cockhead touched her ass.
Distantly, she recalled overhearing gossiping in the school bathroom. She never thought herself the kind of girl to take it on the ass, but it filled her with thrill and pride now. Until the one that had been fucking her before step to claim his former place.
“Too much, too much.” She tried to warn Mr. Takakura, but to no avail.
They pushed in at the same time, her lubed pussy gave in easily, nearly accustomed to the invasion already. Her ass wasn’t so yielding, and nothing could have prepared Ayase for the feeling of both of them at the same time.
Full to bursting, her mind filled with the desire to be seeded. Tear-glazed eyes watched the bulge on her belly, her muscles so impossibly taut she feared she would crush either of those magnificent dicks.
They were the ones crushing her though. Mind and spirit as the alien in front used her thigh garters as handles to fuck her hard and fast. The cock in her ass was content to stay still and act as her anchor, at least for a bit, until it too began to move up and down. The hip swung her back and forth. All that movement made her crotch rub against the alien between her legs. Her clit cried wonders and she felt that building up once again.
The aliens said something above her, their words mocking. Those same words never got to her, too caught up on her own pleasure. She twisted and came again for them.
Ayase felt so happy, so filled with purpose. She wanted that high to last forever, for them to keep and fill her every day of her life.
Her breasts jiggled with her ragged panting and more than ever she wished the bra gone, so her hard nipples could be pleasured with the rest of her. The third and most hesitant of the aliens saw his chance, he was also troubled by how noisy she was. Never in his life he heard a creature make so many of such strange noises.
He tore her bra aside with two large hands and took her nipples between his fingers. Rolling them between slimy fingers, until they grew even harder and needier.
Standing so close, his hard dick shoved near her shoulder. Ayase felt inadequate, knowing she had overlooked one of her assailants and should be pleasuring him too.
The cock was so big, the smell inebriating, she feared she couldn’t handle it. Naturally, from some deep instinct she took into her mouth, licking circles on the tip and swallowing eagerly.
Glad for her silence, the alien pushed in further, until she had no choice to let it in her throat, it too made her neck bulge. Her choker constricted her, massaging the dick along with her desperate tongue and muscles. She couldn’t breathe.
Did she even need to? The doubt crept in her head.
She had to, sure, but she was a girl, taking dick was her role. It certainly took precedence over breathing, right? She couldn’t tell, she couldn’t think. A hazy darkness grew around the corner of her eyes, slowly at first, then whicker as the lack of oxygen made itself urgent.
Somehow it only made her more aware of everything going on, how the cocks made her mad, grinding so deep and tight she could feel the one in her pussy rubbing against the one in her ass, and her body squished in between. It made her even more desperate to cum before she passed out. It was the only way she ever wanted to feel for the rest of her life, teetering on the edge of cuming and darkness.
Unfortunately, he pulled it out of her mouth. Ayase coughed and gurgled, spit linked her to his crotch and the alien kept still only enough for a gulp or two of air before he pushed back into her throat.
That rough pace kept repeating, getting her closer and closer. The consistent overwhelming assault made her lose track of time, and everything else. Only pleasure existed. Pleasure and those cocks, the way they trembled, twitched and..
“Ohh..” Ayase smiled, warmth flooded her as the two fucking her cursed and grunted. Their borrowed dicks doing their rightful task. She grinded her hips, milking every last of their foreign seed. They released a lot of it too, it overflowed through her thighs and into the floor, and even more poured out when they pulled out.
“Idiot.” The one in her mouth bantered with the one who had fucked her ass. “That is the wrong hole.”
“So is yours.” He argued back, climbing out of the chair and leaving Ayase dazed on her cum-stained seat. Unaware of how much her ass gaped open.
Ayase smiled and slacked in her chair. Bound and happy, knowing they were right, knowing it was just the start. Her eyelids were so heavy, fighting to stay open. It was ok, she felt tired and content to just feel it with her body.
The alien she had sucked was lining up with her pussy before she even closed her eyes.
It wouldn’t be the end of it, she knew. The other alien had to do her in the right hole after, she wasn’t even near her fertility window and didn’t know if their psychokinesis even worked.
Certainly, they weren’t sure too, and a lot of testing would be needed before they could know it.