ALIEN STORY - 13
Written by Ruthless
The Darloxians never wore clothing. Only Darren wore a jaunty black uniform, so I don’t know why being naked made me feel so ashamed. I guess it was because it was a badge of what I was. Cumpot, Darren had called me. I was a sexual receptacle, a belonging, not a man.
If I lived long enough, Darren was going to put me into a brothel. I had heard what I had thought were tall stores about the exotic whorehouses of the Edge Ports. Now I thought those stories were true. Wealthy, immoral humans could buy the bodies of Shlhorlan juveniles. Why not? After all, the Darloxians took a hideous delight in abusing my body.
The long damp tentacles twisted about me holding me wide. A gash-like mouth came down on my genitals and crushed, making me squeal and struggle frantically. The throbbing was their arousal noise. My whimpers and desperate efforts made them cluster around me. I tried to serve them. I licked the rigid thick shaft that was pressed to my mouth. The size difference was absurd, anomalous. I couldn’t even take the cap of the thing into my jaw. I tried to fit it in, despite the seepage of slimy mucus, which had a rank flavour. I licked and slobbered over the end of the prick.
But no matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. How could it be enough? I kept crying out in pain. My own cries sounded animal, they were so weak and shrill.
I was being fucked while I attempted to fellate the gigantic gross Darloxian cock. Not with their pricks, but the end of a tentacle was forced into me. It was so deep and it moved inside. It was a horrible sensation and it thrust into me mercilessly. It was probably hardly any wider than Darren’s cock. It was far smaller than a Darloxian prick. I could not be stoical. The battering was relentless and they did not want me stoical. They wanted to hear me squeal.
“Cry little thing! Come on, Cry!” This was Soyii
“Bite it!” The harsh, unmodulated voice was Hurlock. “Bite it! The autodoc will fix.”
“No biting. The human pet belongs to our Chthri.” The voice, which could have been human, was Neaf. “Darren will want it back soon.”
“Bad thing!” A tentacle wrenched on my prick and balls making me yowl with pain. I could not lick the prick in front of me. I was too shocked. I was gasping too hard. There was a thin Darloxian tentacle thrumming urgently on the prick. I heard laughter, choking, unhuman laughter. The prick foamed out ejaculate, a flood of slime. What didn’t spurt onto my chin and shoulder went onto the floor.
A tentacle twisted my head and my face was scrubbed into the white slop. My nose and lips got full of it. I was gagging and spitting. They were fighting over me, pulling two different ways. They had so many tentacles that they easily pulled me two ways, almost ripping the muscles in my arm and my leg. The slick thick tentacle had never stopped ramming into my anus. It went on thrusting urgently. Other tentacles pulled my hair or gripped about me and still there were tentacles left to writhe curiously, plucking and leaving sucker welts across my skin.
My penis fascinated them. It was yanked, squeezed and bent. I howled in pain and jerked convulsively. The tip of a tentacle hooked into my jaw holding my mouth open. It wormed inside. I gagged. I could not work it out. Like a serpent slithering into a hole in the ground, the tentacle pressed beyond my tongue. When I gagged I was smothered completely by it. It wormed down my throat and began thrusting obscenely. It was mimicking the motions of fucking. The suckers on it pulled at my tongue. I had no air at all. I was being tentacle fucked at both ends, my body bucking with the pain as they hurt my penis and my balls.
When I was pretty close to passing out from smothering, the tentacle was withdrawn from my mouth.
Moaning, I lay on the floor in front of them. They throbbed softly. The slime of ejaculate was slick dripping off of me. My hair was caked in it. One of the Darloxians had cum on me while I was smothering and too gone in the darkness to be aware of it.
My legs were forced impossibly wide. It felt like a tentacle at first. Then I realised it was an object. There was hard corner, scraped past my bruised opening. My face was dragged into the puddle of cum by a Darloxian gripping my hair, while the aliens behind me poked objects into me. What the objects were I didn’t know. I couldn’t look back to see. I never felt the nauseating sensation of my body tearing; nothing was that big, but whatever they used, the Darloxians were ramming it in and out of my stretched, bruised opening and throbbing gleefully. I stifled my whimpers and lapped at the cum on the floor.
The sex game went on for a couple of hours. I think that I pissed myself from the pain during it, but I don’t know for sure; I was so moist with the Darloxian ejaculate that was smeared over me. The pounding and tugging left me battered to the floor. When it ended I was still flopping around in the puddles of cum. One of the Darloxians loomed over my legs with a rope. He lashed it about my ankles, tying them together. Then he lifted me. I swung upside down. Dizzy, I clenched my eyes shut. My arms windmilled. I felt the wall, smooth and cold at my back. Then the tentacle was gone and I was hanging upside down. My arms were still free. They flapped. They left me like this when they were done, hanging upside down.
They just left me there like a toy put away for awhile. It was Neaf who unhooked me and stood me on my feet. I swayed and he steadied me. His shiny half-orb eyes fixed on me. “Dirty.” He said. “Darren will want his pet clean.”
I fell off my feet when he pulled me by the arm. They were still tied so I could not have walked. He dragged me by one arm down the hall to a water jet in a utility room. The water was lukewarm. The alien pushed my head and body under the jet. I controlled my shudders as his tentacle scraped over me under the flowing water. He was cleaning me. He dragged me out when the water had sluiced away the dried yellow crusts of ejaculate and he started to undo the rope as I lay on my back on the wet tiled floor.
“Thank you.” I said. My voice was faint. It was the first time I had spoken to the aliens, I think. Neaf turned his octopoid eyes on me. For the first time the creature looked at me differently. He glanced more quickly than usual. “This is for Darren.” Neaf said. “I am not doing this for you.” His words were strong. It was as if I had perturbed or puzzled
him.
When I was clean and untied, Neaf made me stand. He made me walk around the utility room until I could walk steadily. I walked in circles and Neaf steered me with his tentacle, turning on the spot and guiding me.
When Neaf was satisfied that I could walk well, he returned me to Darren. It was at least three or four hours since they had begun their play session. He took me to the door of Darren’s cabin and when Darren came to answer the hijacker stood with red eyes looking confused.
“Here is the pet returned, Darren.” Neaf informed him.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Darren was short.
I went inside and Darren sealed the door. He didn’t look at me. He swung himself into his bunk and lay on his back staring at the ceiling. I stood uncertainly waiting for instructions. I wasn’t tied. I didn’t know what to do. But then I realised I wasn’t going to get instructions. Darren wasn’t paying any attention to me. He was somewhere else with his sore and staring eyes glowing at things I couldn’t see. He frightened me.
I moved as far away from him as I could, against the wall. With so much confusion glaring from his face, I didn’t want him looking at me. I squatted down silently. Darren never moved again. I would have been warmer and more comfortable on his chair, but he hadn’t given me permission to get on his chair. I had the idea that if I just sat down on his furniture he would notice that. But he didn’t seem to notice when I lay down and curled up in a ball on the floor.
Tentatively I explored my painful hole and genitals. They seemed to be a little discoloured and the hole was raw, but this time the damage was not at all serious. I clamped my knees shut and lay on my side.
A few days ago –God, had it only been days? I would have thought the damage quite serious, but that was before I had the real death and damage to compare it to. I would have thought the pain was bad and the damage scary then. Now I just wondered how long it would be before real bad things would happen to me again, before I would be impaled, before greedy aliens would be gnawing on my flesh and I would be dying.
When Darren came and stood above me, I was still curled up tightly on the floor. He bent over. His fingers were slippery on the skin of my neck. I knew that I was moist with sweat. I raised my head and looked at him with anxious attentive eyes. I thrashed clumsily, uncurling and trying to get up.
Darren was frowning, watching me as I jerked about and got on all fours to face him. I didn’t stand because he didn’t tell me to stand. I didn’t even dare to stand up without permission. I waited for him to tell me what to do.
There was something odd about his face now. It had smoothed out. It was languid. “What, you alien dick sucking whore, you managed to satisfy my friends already?” He spoke pleasantly and jerked his head to indicate that I should rise. His malice seemed a front. He seemed to me to be tired and his cruelty was coming out absent-mindedly and by habit.
I stood in front of him. The warm fingers of his tough skinned hand reached out and took my genitals, cupping and squeezing. Pain shot through my misused balls. Not that long ago I would have winced violently. Now I only stared at him, barely registering that the possessive obtrusive hand hurt me where my tissue was tender.
“Not ripped open this time are you?” He turned me around. His finger probed. “They didn’t even hurt you this time. Did you remember to thank them, you shitty human, for holding back?”
Darren’s hand closed firmly on my cock. He pulled and backed up. I had to follow him, like my cock was a leash. “Nice big Darloxian dick is a real treat for a dirty space whore like you.” A smile flickered onto his mouth. It was like the smile of a sick man, who is trying to be polite and act normal, but who couldn’t get his expression completely under control. Even his words seemed automatic and meaningless. He drew me across the room and then stopped when his shoulder bumped the wall. He half turned and looked at the wall like he couldn’t tell why it was there.
It must have cleared his mind a little. He looked back at me with a degree more animation. “Did your duty, did you, fuck hole? Did you drink their Darloxian cum and make them happy?”
“I tried, Sir.” I said.
His fingertips on my testicles started to flicker. “No cock up your ass this time, huh? You disappointed Cumpot? Or are you happy? Are you?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m happy.” I said. I gave him the answer that I hoped he was looking for.
He didn’t let go of my penis. His fingertips kept stroking and scrabbling at my balls. He turned about on the spot, not letting go, walked a step away and came back. There was such a funny restlessness about him now. I was trying desperately to read him and understand. It was like he was almost too tired to stand from the slackness of his face and the slight unsteadiness of his gait, and yet he was agitated at the same time and couldn’t stand still. He rocked back and forth on his heels.
Darren dropped my penis and stepped back abruptly. He walked about the cabin looking about as if trying to find something. I watched him intently, standing frozen. He threw quick glances at me.
“Oh, lie down on the floor again.” After a few moments he growled. “Get away from me.”
I lay down on the floor again, cautiously on my belly to protect my crotch and watched him. He fingered some of his possessions, sat down in the armchair and drooped like he was collapsing, shot up to his feet again and then stared at me fixedly. His glare was fixed. He swayed over to stand above me.
“Amuse me, Iver.” He said high above me.
“How… What do you want me to do, Sir?”
“Amuse me. –Talk!”
“Talk about what?”
“Anything.” Darren flapped his hand at me impatiently. “Talk about that Colonel father of yours, your stupid trip on the space yacht, where you came from. I don’t care what. Amuse me.”
I shaped my mouth nervously, looking hurriedly for words. There wasn’t really anything interesting to tell about me, but I had to try.
“I was on the yacht because I had a paper to read at the historical society. Morwen had one to read also, She…”
“Morwen. Who the fuck is that?” He interrupted.
“She was on the yacht.” I said.
“Oh.” Said Darren. He was standing with his back to the wall. Now he slid slowly down the wall until he was seated on the floor close to me. There was the big comfortable armchair just behind him but he sat on the floor. He fixed his eyes on me and looked at me sideways.
“I was just reading a paper, not an important one, but I… It was important to me, Sir, at the time. It meant I might be able to get a position.” I laughed, embarrassed and trying to sound natural. “Well, that’s not going to happen now.”
Darren stared at me silent and moodily.
“You want me to tell you about my father, Sir?” I changed the subject hurriedly.
“Yeah.” Darren spoke softly. “The fucking bastard colonel’s little puppy son. Did he teach you to play fetch with him?”
I was surprised. “No, Sir. He liked us to call him sir. It was good manners, he thought. But he was kind. He was a pretty good father, I think. “
Darren said nothing.
“My brother, you know, was born on Grefalla. My father was posted there. So my brother was born there. He was born with the Grefalla Syndrome, from the different atmosphere, the effect on the fetus. Handicapped. They didn’t know. So when I got conceived, my father resigned his commission.”
My words didn’t seem to make any impression on Darren he just listened as I went on and I kept talking because he had told me to talk and never told me to stop. I talked about my father and my mother, trying to explain how it was, with money tight, trying to make ends meet so that they could take Royso for surgery and for treatment.
“I got left at the boarding school while they were off planet. That way I didn’t miss school and it was cheaper of course. They didn’t have to pay for four spacefares. Dad was always so worried about money.”
His expression was stone. After awhile I decided he wasn’t listening to my words. I figured that it was the rhythm of my speaking only, so I kept on talking as steadily as I could. It was weird thing, spinning out my own story like that to the hijacker as if he was someone I had gotten close to, an intimate friend.
“I had to fight you know, to defend Royso. My father insisted. Let him go out among the other kids so he could have something like a normal life. But they didn’t understand. And Royso, he couldn’t fight. The big kids, kids his size would hit him and he would put his arms up around his head and howl. He didn’t understand what was going on. I’d have to try to hit the big kids. I wish I really had known how to fight. But anyway, I used to manage to get them to leave him alone.” I said. I twisted the loose strand of hair at the side of me face around my finger nervously as I talked. It helped me concentrated.
“It was better, even if it was more difficult, when Dad and Moms and Royso were on planet with me, because then I had a home of my own you know. I was always so glad when it was those time.”
“Royso, does understand some stuff. He recognizes me. It’s Dad and Moms who really matter to him, he has this big goofy smile that he gives when he sees them and he tries to talk. He puts his arms up. But he recognizes me too. I used to make him sit cross-legged facing me, and we would pass this ball back and forth. It was exercise. He could walk with the braces, but I preferred to play ball with him, because when he fell down, it was real hard to get him standing again. He was so much bigger than me. Kids with Grefalla Syndrome aren’t any smaller. Even now he’s a hell of a chore for Moms and Dad to manage. He’s a full sized man.”
I kept talking, I don’t know how long, twenty minutes at least. It was maybe as much as an hour. All I did was talk about Royso and my family. It wasn’t important stuff, just about being a kid. Darren never said anything. I moved about, facing him while I talked. I sat up. Darren stayed sitting still. Then he moved closer to me but I went on talking as he kind of inched closer. His eyes were on my face, like they were hypnotized. I thought maybe he was stoned, from the weird way he was acting; that could account for it. But then after awhile I realised that he was listening.
“I figure I can go visit them every three years or so, if I get the position. That’s what I would have done, and then stayed with Royso. It would have given my parents a week off. Time off from a hard job like that is good.” My voice slowed down. Darren was lying on his belly now, leaning towards me. “But they don’t like to leave him, even with me. I know they need a break from care-taking. I know it. But Dad says he doesn’t remember me anymore, so it’s better I don’t visit…”
I stopped talking.
Darren didn’t fill the silence. He waited for me to go on but I couldn’t go on. I had wound down like a wind up doll. I had got too scared to go. I needed to know if I was making him angry or not.
He moved forward slowly. I didn’t move. I was sitting, so Darren crawled and he laid his head down on my thigh. I was frozen. I felt the weight and warmth of his head, the slight roughness of his cheek. Now I couldn’t see his face or tell why he was lying like that. I was just terrified because I didn’t know what was going on.
Quietly, in a murmur too faint to understand, Darren began speaking. He was swearing. My story had upset him somehow.
“Fuck you, Iver.” He whispered. “Fuck you. Fuck you, stop it. Stop it, Iver.”
I felt his breath near to my knee as he whispered the low, painful words. I began to breathe heavily with fear. “Stop what?” I cried out.
But Darren didn’t tell me what I’d done to upset him. He just lay there with his hands holding onto my leg around the knee and his warm head pushed up on my thigh. He stopped swearing at me. He lay very still and quiet.
The End of Part 13
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