Emma enjoyed living her bohemian lifestyle. Although broke and suffering from crippling anxiety, she was content. As long as she had a hot cup of tea and a good book to read, nothing else mattered. Little did she know her world was about to be turned upside down.
The beginning of her evening started as usual. She finished her work assignments for the day on her laptop, ate a simple meal, then took a shower.
The shower was Emma’s sacred space. Here, under the stream of hot water, she could live out her deepest, darkest fantasies. Often she would start by caressing her breasts, massaging her nipples, and working her way down until she felt her clit. Then, rubbing gently at first, she picked up intensity as her blood flowed down between her legs, her clit becoming engorged and swollen with arousal.
But simply stimulating her clit was never enough. Emma always accompanied her masturbation sessions with wild fantasies. Gang bangs and bondage, getting fucked in all her holes, the sensation of being filled by countless dicks pulsating inside her, filling her with semen made her wet.
To stimulate herself more, she kept lube and a slender vibrating dildo on her soap stand. Rubbing her musky arousal all over her clit with one hand, she squirted some lube on her tight asshole with her other before slowly pushing her toy in. She loved the sensation of the tip of the phallus pushing against her rectum, the feeling of it being jammed deep inside. Once her puckered star accepted its new invader, she gasped at the pain but also the pleasure before dialing the vibration setting to high, allowing waves of lustful bliss to wash over her.
Her sweet scent filled the shower, tantalizing her nostrils. She couldn’t help it— she had to have a taste for herself. Eau de cunt drenched her hand. Greedily guiding her soaked fingers up to her lips, she licked and sucked them clean.
Watching her, one would think this act on its own would make her cum, but she wasn’t finished yet.
With both hands free now, she removed her shower head off its stand and adjusted the water flow to jet stream. Aiming the pressurized water at her engorged clit, she moaned and screamed with ecstasy while her senses went into overdrive.
She knew her shower shared a wall with her neighbor’s bedroom, a group of three college boy roommates. She didn’t know their names or faces. Severe anxiety prevented her from leaving her humble abode much, but she secretly hoped they eavesdropped on her naughty masturbation sessions. Fantasies about them coming into her apartment, asking them to tie her down, and ravaging all three of her holes bore through her mind more times than she could count.
While imagining being used and abused, Emma would cum again and again, pushing her body to its limit. Sadly, her fantasies were just that— confined to her imagination and her shower. They were her well-kept secret hidden from the outside world.
Too shy and too busy to get a boyfriend, her only real companion was her adorable floofball of a cat, Mittens, a purely platonic relationship. However, all changed the night of the earthquake.
After masturbating as per routine, Emma changed into a sheer nightgown, her fragrant arousal still sticking to the inside of her thigh, and fell asleep cuddling Mittens, the most nonjudgemental cat in existence.
In the magical moment before dewdrops form over blades of grass, cloaked in early morning’s silence, a strong jolting rumbled through Emma’s apartment, awakening her from her deep slumber. The violent shaking wreaked havoc. Bright, pulsating lights flooded her window; her bookshelf tumbled to the ground, strewing its contents across the carpet. Spooked, Mittens ran and hid in a corner. Too sleepy to process the shock, Emma got up dazed and confused.
A low humming emanated in her ears, gradually growing louder and louder. The strange sounds and glowing light beckoned Emma outside. With the tremors mostly over, she left her apartment in a trance, descending the staircase, and stepping into the light. Still groggy, she could barely make out dark humanoid figures directly under the radiating beam.
Emma must have believed her surreal surroundings were a product of her overactive imagination, a strange fantasy of sorts, for she ignored any sense of danger. Arriving at the center of the beam of light, Emma felt her chest fill with warmth and her body became weightless. “It must be a dream,” she thought. Which was understandable because now she was flying.
What she didn’t know was a mysterious race of aliens were conducting research on Earth’s inhabitants, and she was being abducted for further study.
Emma floated up and up until she floated through a small opening at the bottom of a flying aircraft. The hatch closed and she promptly fell on the hard floor with a clunk, breaking the illusion.
“Oof!” Emma’s senses returned.
Stranger and stranger still were her surroundings. Machines buzzed and whirred, control panel lights flicked on and off, but she was completely and utterly alone. Pulling her legs in close, she tried to cover herself with her nightgown. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. Unsure what fate awaited her, she tensed up with fear.
Thankfully for Emma, these particular aliens didn’t plan to vivisect her. She just didn’t know it yet. After what felt like hours, a sliding door opened accompanied by a blinding light. Emma squinted her eyes trying to make out what lay beyond but to no avail. A dark figure appeared in the doorway – a little too tall and a little too thin to be human.
Emma’s first instinct was to back into a corner to try and escape, but something about the next room intrigued her. Cautiously and still trying to preserve her dignity, she asked, “Who are you?”
To her surprise, laughter met her ears. The dark figure beckoned her towards it. Trembling, Emma tried to look away when the mysterious being began speaking:
“Worry not, young human. We do not wish you death, only to use you for experimentation. Previous research led to the creation of a special concoction of what you Earthlings call pleasure. We only need twenty-four hours of your time, and our ethics board requires we get the consent of all laboratory subjects before initiating ahem,” it cleared phlegm from its throat, “… testing.”
One part of Emma found this whole scenario outlandish, but the more depraved parts of her found themselves clawing to the forefront. Pleasure? All for her? Coyly, Emma looked up at her captors. She would never admit her dark desires in public, but this was an alien spaceship, god damn it. What better chance to live out her dirtiest thoughts than now?
“Yes, push my limits,” said Emma, lust thinly veiled behind her eyes.
After receiving explicit consent as outlined in section 3B of the interstellar treaty of Nebula Sector Five, more figures emerged wheeling out a metal gurney complete with leather restraints. Their grey and purple hues gave off an eerie glow.
“Take off your clothes,” commanded a voice.
Emma gulped. A war waged inside her head. She always fantasized about showing her naked body to strangers, but she feared the judgment and the shame. Other than perverted thoughts, she was a good girl, but something about the clinical setting of the spaceship and the lack of any human element onboard allowed the naughty to prevail over the prude.
Making eye contact the best she could with these alien creatures, she slowly removed her panties still smelling of her shower masturbation session.
“All of it.” The voice commanded more firmly.
Heart thumping against her chest, Emma removed her sheer nightgown, nipples hard from the friction of the fabric. One of the creatures motioned to the gurney with its arm, if you could call it an arm. Their limbs were numerous and lumpy and seemed to move independently of their owner.
She climbed onto the table, and before she could blink, she found herself naked, strapped securely on top of the cold metal. Her legs and arms were spread wide, leaving her vulnerable. Goosebumps ran up and down her exposed body. Her captors then wheeled her to the next room. A bright light shone directly above her face, saturating her surroundings, making it difficult to make out anything other than dark silhouettes.
She felt the creatures inch even closer, their bated breath on the nape of her neck sent shivers down her spine. She flinched instinctively and jerked to move her arms away, but the restraints held her in place, digging into her skin.
One part of Emma found this whole scenario outlandish. There was no way she was awake, but at the same time, the tight leather restraints and the cold, hard gurney felt all too real. And for some strange reason, she liked it.
More dark figures surrounded her now, and in her periphery, she saw one take out a syringe filled with bright green liquid and plunge it deep into her arm. Emma tensed up expecting pain, but instead, the mysterious liquid filled her with a strange tingling sensation. She could feel her blood pooling and throbbing uncomfortably in her clit, but she had no way to relieve herself.
“Please,” she murmured, “Let me touch myself. Don’t tease me like this!”
Her captors, indifferent to her begging, jotted down notes. Being watched turned Emma on more, and whatever strange concoction was running through her veins took away any inhibition or anxiety that burdened her. Arousal level off the charts, she could feel her pussy dripping onto the table, her warm secretions pooling underneath her bare bottom.
“Please,” she pleaded, “Please just let me cum. I feel like I’m going to burst!”
Her body flushed with excitement, and finally, her calls were answered. One of her captors inserted a small metal rod into her engorged pussy. It was cold and hard, but she let out a gasp and moan as her alien captors probed around her insides. She couldn’t see what they were doing, but she heard the sounds of a pen scribbling across a clipboard and the unintelligible murmur of onlookers.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” chided the same figure from before, “Your secretion sample indicates that you masturbated earlier this evening. This won’t do for our data collection, no, no, no. But our word is our contract. We will see how far we can push your pleasure, but I don’t see why we should use cold scientific instruments when your data will be thrown out for not meeting our strict standards.”
The dark figure continued, “I’m sure many of my crew-mates are curious as to what a human girl feels like both inside and out. We already gave you a dose of our aphrodisiac. It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”
Emma lay panting expectantly in her restraints. How much longer were these creatures going to tease her? She gyrated her hips, hoping something big and girthy would be shoved inside to satisfy the inhuman horniness that had overtaken her.
The room went quiet. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted countless long appendages wriggle their way towards her. Some of these appendages were slender like fingers and very nimble. Many curiously stroked her face, breasts and legs. There wasn’t a spot the finger-like appendages didn’t fondle or grope while exploring every facet of her being. The other appendages were much larger. They ranged in size, but they were all incredibly thick. They were covered in bumps and ridges and secreted a clear, sticky liquid from their tip, and these larger appendages were all too eager to find their way inside Emma.
Surrendering to their touch, she allowed herself to sink into a state of euphoria. The clear liquid that dribbled from their giant tentacles acted like lube. Before she knew it, Emma was covered in the stuff.
Some of the larger appendages placed themselves over her nipples and clit, and to her surprise, they started to suck on them. The suction and pressure on her most sensitive areas caused her to moan in pleasure.
More prehensile tendrils vying for attention descended on her all at once. Some were shoved in her mouth, face fucking her and depositing all sorts of goo and semen in the back of her throat. Others shoved their way into her sopping wet cunt, the bumps and ridges on their alien dicks stimulating her g-spot, making her cry out in ecstasy.
The aphrodisiac also relaxed her asshole, allowing even more of the salacious tentacles inside. The overwhelming sensations caused Emma to cum, her whole body spasmed with each orgasm. With all holes filled, Emma was at the mercy of her alien captors, and there were so many of them.
As soon as one set of tentacles shot its sperm inside one of her many orifices, another one came to take its place. She was degraded into an alien cum bucket, and she loved every last second of it.
For hours that went by like minutes, the aliens used and abused her many holes, but even futuristic aphrodisiacs have their limits. Around six hours in, Emma yelled, “Stop!” The tentacle appendages pulled away, leaving her covered in their hot secretions.
“I don’t think I can take anymore,” panted Emma. Her ravaged holes continued leaking the copious amounts of semen deposited inside her, but the aliens weren’t done with her yet. She felt her restraints loosened, and tender hands, at least they felt like hands, placed her in a wheelchair only to whisk her to a different onboard laboratory.
“I suppose our aphrodisiac has its limitations,” stated the one who Emma now thought to be the captain.
“But don’t worry. We can grant you more pleasure than you ever knew possible. We have been working on making our liquified ecstasy last longer and erase fatigue. May we use your body for more?”
If the remaining experimentation would be anywhere close to the amount of pure pleasure she experienced for the past six hours, her answer was a no brainer. “Give me more,” she begged, enthusiastically salivating over all the kinky sex yet to come.
After her consent was given, a pair of hands secured a ball gag over her mouth, and another methodically secured metal clamps to her nipples before forcing her on the floor face down ass up, exposed for all to see. Thin tendrils dripping with untold amounts of alien secretions wrapped around her arms, securing them behind her back.
Even though she felt exhausted, being objectified in such a way to an untold number of voyeurs made her blush. This escape from reality, this otherworldly tryst, awoke something deep in Emma’s soul, and the pain she felt from the nipple clamps only heightened her other senses.
The captain continued to explain, “It is with great gusto that I conduct this test of our rejuvenating aphrodisiac. With the combination of pain and pleasure, any intelligent species can overcome their mental and physical barriers, unlocking nirvana.”
Emma’s eyes widened and her heart raced as electrical wires were connected to the metal clamps. Behind her, an alien inserted a thin tube into her anus and hooked it up to an enema with the same green liquid from before.
Drip… Drip… Drip, went the enema, filling her already full anus. She tried to move her face up to see what was happening, but a foot pressed her head down onto the ground, preventing her from moving. Humiliated and about to collapse from fatigue, Emma submitted to her carnal fate.
After the enema bag emptied and the tubing removed, a buttplug quickly found its way into her stretched out asshole. The captain pulled a lever on a machine connected to the wires, sending pulses of electricity through her body, each shock more pleasurable than the last. Her nerves awoke, and the sensitive capillaries in her intestines absorbed the contents of the enema, bringing her to levels of pleasure she never knew existed.
With muffled screams, she tried her best to hold it all in, the contents of the enema mixed with alien semen sloshed around inside her. Her gaping pussy let out a mixture of her juices and alien goo with each shock delivered to her body. Saliva dribbled down her face through the ball gag, but her cravings for more remained unsatisfied.
Again, she found herself surrounded by the alien crew whose appendages reached out in anticipation. Again, their gazes penetrated her, satisfying her inner exhibitionist. And again, she found herself at their mercy as they shoved their tentacle cocks inside her, causing the inside of her vagina to tremble and squeeze.
Delicate tendrils wrapped around her body, tugging on the clamps and teasing the outside of her plugged up asshole. Others were rougher, forcing her gag out and making her lick and suck them dry.
For Emma, this was better than any fantasy she ever imagined. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up. But all good things must come to an end, including her spaceship adventure. After exactly twenty-four hours, the aliens stopped having their fun with her as promised.
Covered in slime, semen and juices of her own making, the captain gently helped Emma up and led her to a bath. It was a bath unlike any Emma had seen before. The elegant tub had an ethereal presence. Crystal-clear water filled its basin, and an assortment of glass bottles filled with brightly colored liquids lined its sides.
The captain helped her in and began washing her body. Even though countless strangers fucked her holes in ways she never thought possible, she felt safe and at ease.
“Thank you for letting us use you,” said the captain. “You may not have contributed to our scientific research, but you certainly reignited the passion of my crew.”
Emma looked up at the captain with big, bright eyes. “Will we meet again?”
“Sadly, we must be off. There are still many earth subjects scheduled for research on our mission. If you ever find yourself in another universe, we’ll be there.”
Although subtle, Emma felt a sense of longing emanate from the captain.
After getting washed and dried, the aliens dropped her back off in front of her apartment complex completely naked (the crew kept her nightgown and panties as a souvenir), but it didn’t bother her anymore. Her fantasies no longer needed to be confined to the shower. Entering the building, she climbed the stairs back to her room and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, Emma awoke to the sound of knocking. She glanced at her clock. It was well past lunch. Quickly putting a cupful of Meow Mix Purrfect Floof Formula in Mitten’s cat bowl, she rushed towards the door.
“What a strange dream…” Emma sighed while navigating through the ruins of her bookshelf.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to be greeted by her next-door neighbor, one of the college boys she often fantasized about.
“U-uh… hey,” he stuttered, “Crazy earthquake last night, huh?”
“Yeah, sure was something.”
Emma never noticed how handsome her neighbor was before. Sure she fantasized about him, but only as a faceless cock. She ran her eyes over his muscular figure unabashed. Long gone was the anxiety that plagued her life until yesterday.
Emma sighed dreamily, but she noticed he kept averting his gaze from her. Confused, Emma gazed down only to realize she was stark naked. Before, she would’ve become flustered and embarrassed, but now she accepted her true desires as a part of her to be shared with anyone (and anything) that would watch.
After some awkward silence, the still nude Emma invited her neighbor inside for tea. He hesitantly obliged. She smiled smugly, enjoying him trying to hide his lustful gaze from her. She learned his name was Adam, and they talked over tea for hours. With most of her mental roadblocks gone, she found she quite enjoyed Adam’s company; Mittens took well to him too. She even invited him out on a proper date for later that week, a first for Emma.
When she returned to her bedroom that evening, she found Mittens meowing and head butting something near the window. “That’s strange,” thought Emma, “I could’ve sworn I shut the window after I woke up.” When she looked down where Mittens stood, she noticed a small box on the windowsill. Opening it gingerly, she peeked inside.
Nestled on a bed of bright green tissue paper sat a pair of metal nipple clamps and a note that simply read:
Thank you from the moon and back.
Until the stars align again,
Captain XXX
A smile flitted over Emma’s face as last night’s events replayed in her head once more.
