Alien Experiments 01 - Uncanny Slit

I rested my head back and closed my eyes, trying to put the image of that green mass out of my thoughts. I tried to imagine the Hostess, and Blue-Eyes, and the Hostess, and Janelle, but mostly the Hostess, even as I felt more and more sensations that would have been impossible from a conventional pussy, balls squeezed and pulled, head swirled, waving motions and suction and a sensation like gushing water and all of it contained within that seemingly insufficient, monstrous structure.

And I loved it. With my eyes closed, with it out of sight, it was immediately out of mind, replaced with a wonder at all the things my unseen sex toy could do to me. I knew deep down I hated it, after a fashion, but mostly, particularly on the surface, I loved it. The tricks it had were too many, too varied, too fast for me to keep track of. All I could do was relax and marvel at what this thing was making me feel.

What I felt was amazing. A dozen sex toys being used on my cock by a dozen whores couldn't produce the sensations this thing was providing to me.

I silently prayed that my bonds would not unlock, because I feared that some part of me wouldn't be able to stop itself from trying to tear that blob off of my lap and deprive my cock of a whole goddamn world of pleasures in a tiny package.

I didn't want it to end, but it was too much, too overwhelming. No matter how many orgasms I was sure I had had in only a matter of hours at most, I was unprepared to last for long against this thing's onslaught. My screaming now, there was no division of primal fear and primal pleasure; they mixed in one continuous howl that would only stop when it did, and I knew it would only stop when I busted my load into its core.

The appendages wrapped around my legs suddenly held on tighter. The blob pushed itself even further down on me, its lower lip pushing further down my perineum, a whole new set of sensations forcing its way into my body from down lower. It was too much, far too much, and squeezing my eyes as tightly shut as I could to avoid accidentally looking at what was pleasuring me, I screamed one long, final shout that burned my lungs as my cock erupted into the frenzied blur of motion enveloping it.

My orgasm was drawn out longer than it should have been, the bulb surrounding me seeming to know hidden buttons on my body that kept jizz flowing out in a continuous series of bursts for what seemed like minutes, my balls squeezing gleefully to feed this thing every last drop they had, every single swimmer racing to the glorious haven awaiting it outside my rushing pathways.

When finally my orgasm stopped - and eventually it did, though it seemed my body kept trying to cum even when there were no bullets left in the barrel - I kept my eyes closed. I waited, now with post-orgasm hopefulness, for the darkness to take me swiftly.

Still, as the darkness, seeped beneath my eyelids and became definitive, another part of me hoped that that bulb would still be clinging to me when I awoke, ready to start up a whole new cycle of pleasure for me.

PHASE SIX

The green thing was gone from my lap, but the erection was still there when I opened my eyes.

Not even that madness-inducing torrent of sexual pleasure could break my libido now. I wondered what would happen once I left that place, if the effects on my body were a product of some effort on their part that would need to be maintained, or if I would become a creature of constant carnal hunger wandering Earth with an unfailing erection and a drive that could quickly turn dangerous if the multitude of desires and intentions I felt gripping my body were any indication of what I might do.

As much as I understood how negatively my new constant state of arousal could impact my daily life, I was too enamored with the unending chain of pleasures to fully wish it to go away. Surely there was a place for me in the world, maybe working in porn, or on a webcam stream that never had to end even when I finished, maybe as an in-house stunt-cock for a porn company.

Or, more realistically, I could work from home with an expensive sex toy working constantly under my desk. This was acceptable too, whatever it took to keep my pleasures running as continuously as possible.

I was already planning ahead, but there were still two pods to get through, and as my thoughts returned from terrestrial planning the glass door of the next pod began to open.

At first what came through looked like a few tan snakes lashed together, a thick central snake several feet long with smaller snakes dangling off of it. But it was not that simple; three of those snakes formed "legs" on which the creature stumbled out of the pod, and four more seemed to form arms on its top half.

The head confused me initially, a flattened, vertical thing on the top part that reminded me of a lily pad, and a pod hanging from the bottom part that looked almost like a smooth artichoke.

These last two structures made more sense as the creature bumbled its way closer to me: both suddenly popped open, the head structure splitting down the middle so two flaps opened horizontally and unfurled a new pink structure dangling beneath a small, dark hole; at the same time, the large structure on the bottom part split into three large leaves surrounding a central three-cornered hole. All five of these flaps were bright pink and glistening on the inside, and I immediately began imagining my unflappable erection being swallowed up by both of the newly-exposed orifices and shuddered, only primarily with revulsion.

The fear began to rise up in me once more, the same scream I'd had for the green blob bubbling just beneath the surface again for the new serpentine organism approaching me.

There must be something to this thing, I reminded myself. There's some connection. Something about it that'll make me feel good, otherwise they wouldn't have included it here. Everything else has been enjoyable so just... enjoy it....

Despite the compelling evidence so far, it was still difficult to trust my logic as the thing approached.

As it slid its first limbs up onto the table, I struggled to push my body as far away as I could, trying to angle my erection away. Blue-Eyes had been basically human. The Wet woman had been a clean collection of sensations with a woman projected onto it. The Tendril woman had had enough humanoid features to make up for the inhuman ones. The breasts on the purple worm creature had been sufficiently distracting, and my first imaginings had been simply of being rubbed, my insertion only coming when it was too late for me to care.

But just like the green blob, there were no such reassurances to be found on this thing. Only awkward serpentine movements, monstrous flaps of skin, somehow hungry looking flesh pulsing in its exposed areas as it slithered onto the table, and its smooth, dry skin brushed against my side.

My screams started as it rolled onto my chest, the two upper flaps lifting up over my head.

I was still screaming when they slapped down over my face and I was consumed by darkness too soon; after all, the darkness came without even the hint of an orgasm.

No fair... I tried to tell the Voice, the scientist guiding this all, but I couldn't make my lips move to form the words. I was—

—in a warm room, sitting on a soft, thick couch, a fireplace to one side and a window looking out into a dark forest on the other. I was in a cabin, in the living room, and I knew there were more rooms behind me but I didn't care to turn around and see what the other rooms looked like or if there were even doors to reach them. The front door was what mattered, visible but closed now, but it mattered for what was about to happen. What I wanted to happen. What would happen.

I didn't have to wait long before the door in front of me silently glided open. I don't think the doorknob turned. I don't think anyone touched the door that I could see. But it was open, and what was on the other side of it mattered far more than the physics of the event.

They entered one at a time, a well-tanned woman with black hair, a shorter woman with brown hair, and a pale woman with blonde hair that appeared almost gray despite the youthfulness of all three of the women, barely out of college if they were old enough to have graduated yet, all three of them slim, narrow-waited, full-hipped, perky-breasted goddess with not even a single thread of covering between them. Hairless below their heads with not a flaw to be found on any part of their immaculate skin, they entered the cabin and spread out into a line in front of me, the pale woman the tallest and she standing in the center, eyeing me up, waiting with clear confidence in the belief that my own naked skin would quickly react to the offering spread out before me.

I looked down and saw that I was already fully hard, erection pointing toward the ceiling. But... I couldn't quite see myself... it was as though my entire body were distorted, the colors all wrong, only the shape correct.

The shape was enough. When I looked up, all three women approached silently on bare feet, coming together and kneeling in front of me. They stared at me from their knees for just a moment, all eyes on me, as though waiting for some signal. I was about to say something, suggest something, anything, when in one unified maneuver the three women leaned forward and wrapped their heads around my cock.

It disappeared so swiftly between their three probing pairs of lips that I almost jumped out of my seat, but instead I gripped the cushions on either side of me, body tensing as my hips involuntarily stretched my hidden length closer to them, giving them easier access to kiss it from top to bottom, up and down and over again, each of them moving independently in a chaos of soft, warm caresses that were intermittently interrupted by quick flicks of one or more tongues against my hard, hot skin.

"Where am I?" I tried to ask. "What's going on?" I tried to mutter. "Who are you?" I tried to whisper. But nothing came out. Nothing escaped my lips; though, truly, it could be said nothing escaped the single-minded drive my body was enforcing so as not to interrupt these three angels' heavenly work.

Could I speak? It didn't matter. Speaking was not what I was there for, of that I was sure.

The tanned woman to my left, suddenly her mouth was wrapped around me, head bobbing halfway down my cock while the other two women used what space was left to them to continue kissing me. The brunette rested her head on my thigh, her full lips pressed against my right ball and gently sucking at it as the pale woman in the middle slid lower, twisting her head beneath the bobbing cocksucker to wrap her lips around the base of my shaft, licking and sucking my sensitive underside, and I wasn't entirely sure that what they were doing was physically possible, but I wasn't entirely sure any of them had closed the front door and now that was certainly closed against whatever reality persisted in the world outside those cabin walls. If I wasn't going to complain about that front door closing on its own, who was I to question whether those three heads could exist within the same material space?

There was more room on my cock now, but it wasn't because anyone had stopped licking, kissing, and sucking me. There was just more room, room enough now that the tanned woman could force half of my length back into her throat and leave enough room on the right side of my cock for the other two women to squeeze their heads in and wrap their lips around my bottom half.

Bigger. I'm bigger now. Bigger than I've ever been, and I'm going to stuff every inch of my cock into each one of them, I thought, and as if reading my thoughts the three women stood up simultaneously, smoothly turned around, and dropped to their hands and knees on the thick red carpet in front of me.

I started from my right, at the brown-haired woman. Her ass was the fullest, and as I knelt behind her I was able to dig my fingers deep into her flesh and spread her cheeks wide. Her pussy was dripping wet, a clear drip of invitation waiting for me as I pushed forward, the head of my cock slipping almost unrestricted into a pussy that was almost too tight to account for the behavior of willfully slutty submission she displayed for me.

Holding on tight, I began to thrust, feeling her muscles squeeze around me as I shoved my way into her. She did not look back, did not say a word, only braced herself on her hands and knees to keep her pussy lined up perfectly for me to fuck her.

Not wanting to waste the banquet laid out for me, I only gave her pussy a minute or two before pulling my dripping cock out of her and shuffling over to the pale woman. Neither she nor the tanned woman had looked my way at all as I had pounded their companion, and neither of them reacted as I lifted the pale woman's skinny butt higher and slipped just as smoothly between her bare skin and deep into her waiting hips.

It was only when, a few minutes later, I pulled out of the pale woman and made my way down the line to the tanned woman at the end that the other two acknowledged me at all. When they did so, it was to walk around the most recent recipient of my eager pushing and to reposition themselves on their hands and knees on either side of her, bodies pressed close, pushing the tanned woman's head down to the floor and pinning her body in place with their own so that each thrust I made was met by an even more satisfying slap against her pinned body.

With the tanned woman held steady for me, my hands were free to reach to my sides and start sliding one finger at a time into the two empty pussies helping keep my tight fucktoy still for me.

Now the silence was broken, all three women being penetrated by different parts of me, and they began to moan at my varied insertions. The tanned woman made the most noise, buried between the other two women, but that was largely because the other two women were stifling their moans by making out over top of the tanned woman's head, tongues entwined with one another as they gasped and squeaked and groaned into each other's mouths more and more with each finger I added to their welcoming bodies.

I could have finished inside the tanned woman at any time, my balls full and my cock tensed to burst at any given moment, but I didn't. There was too much yet to do. The process wasn't complete. I wasn't complete.

But I wanted to be. Oh fuck, I wanted to blow my load deep into her abdomen, but almost as soon as the thought formed in my head the three women slipped their pussies off of my slick parts and turned on me. I didn't resist as they pushed me to the floor, six hands gently but insistently running down my chest and stomach before taking turns rubbing my upright rod, hands slipping and sliding in an unending cascade down my skin, across my hips and up to the top again to give me the strange impression of my cock falling down an endless tunnel of pleasure.

This lasted for a couple of minutes before they took their hands off of me. The landing at the end of the tunnel was hard, but the impact only lasted a moment while the three women repositioned themselves. The woman with brown hair moved to the middle, turning around so her ass was pointing at me and crouching so my cock, thicker, longer, harder than I ever remembered, aimed right into her. I was erect enough that I did not need the blonde woman to keep me up and ready for the brunette, but I voiced no complaint as she wrapped her lithe fingers around my shaft and guided me smoothly into the brunette's dripping pussy.

The blonde let go of me and wrapped both of her arms around the brunette. The tanned woman did the same, the two women kneeling on either side of me holding tightly onto the brunette woman, who rested one arm each on the shoulders of the women on either side of her.

Before I could begin to comprehend what they were doing, it began: all three women using every muscle they could to fuck me using the brunette's body, lifting her up and shoving her down on me, a life-sized masturbator tugging at my cock with the force of three nymphomaniacal bodies. Biting my lip, I held onto what I could, grabbing the tanned woman's toned ass, the blonde's perky tit, running my hands along the brunette's bouncing cheeks but making sure not to get in the way of the work these three goddesses were performing on me.

Just when I thought I couldn't hold out any longer they stopped to switch, the blonde settling her narrow hips on mine and getting flung up and down on my cock even harder than the brunette had been, her skinny body an easy toy for the other two to hoist on my erection and use to pleasure me.

It was getting to be too much. I fought with every fiber of will I had, but her ass - Am I in her ass? Was I in her ass this whole time? - was too tight, pulling too hard, the tanned woman's pussy too wet - Her? When... when did I get in her...? - and my balls too ready to unleash their load onto their waiting faces as they took turns jerking me off.

That's... that's... not... but that was as far as I got as the three women kneeling at my feet continued to haphazardly jerk, lick, kiss, and suck my cock, spitting on it and slapping it on their faces, the tanned woman lifting herself up higher to slap it against her full breast, and I was holding on tight to nothing, feeling everything slipping away under their frantic onslaught.

And behind them, in a window that might not have been there before, that might not have been there even then, I saw an eye staring in at me, a peculiar, multi-faceted pupil undoubtedly focused on me despite the obviously better sights kneeling on the floor, tentacles gripping the window edges and drawing its globular body in closer as my vision began to blur beneath a fleshy pink haze.

I tried to watch the eye but I couldn't, my muscles wouldn't allow me, so instead it stared inward from my periphery as I was forced to watch with confused fear the three young women at my feet as a cock that I was not sure was my own anymore began to unload on them, the brunette getting a burst into her eye, the blonde getting one across her lips and alongside her nose, the tanned woman getting a splash across her chin. And it kept going, shot after shot of cum coating their faces, dripping into their mouths, onto their tits, and still they smiled and laughed and tugged more out of me as my legs, threatening to buckle, found themselves unable to move.

My head swam and the eye loomed closer in the window, a buzzing sound seeming to emanate from the thickening pink haze in the air around me. I couldn't breathe for a moment, then suddenly a felt a gust of air enter my lungs as though I'd been holding my breath for several minutes.

As the pink haze grew denser, the cum-covered faces of the three women - still laughing, licking my cum from one another's faces - slipped from my sight, the pink growing solid then fading to black, which slowly brightened, until I was once again staring into the bright lights and deep darkness of the sexual laboratory in which I'd been so effectively - and enjoyably - imprisoned.

At first I assumed I had blacked out again and was ready to move on to the next pod, the final pod, what must be my final reward for all the strange pleasures I'd endured. But when I looked to my side I could see the sixth pod was still there with its door open, the steam completely emptied out by this time.