Alien Sex Attack

Alien Sex Attack

Catherine DeVore

Copyright 2012 Catherine DeVore

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I ran down the hallway, my boots clanking against the steel grate floor. I

winced at the sound, but I had to get out of there, and
fast
. The aliens

had spread through the ship far, far quicker than I’d thought possible. I

was the last one left untainted.

I tore the cover off an air duct, leaping inside. As I replaced the heavy

grate behind myself, I saw one of the aliens slink out from a side

corridor and move down the hallway, its eyeless head scanning left and

right, hunting for me. It paused near my location, oily black head

swinging from side to side. I held my breath, too afraid to move, as its

nostrils flared. After what felt like an eternity, it continued down the

hall, nails clicking against the hard floor. Relief suffused my body as it

disappeared around another corridor. Flipping on my wrist readout

screen, I pulled up a map of the ship’s ductwork, quickly charting a

course to the main bridge.

This whole disaster had started when my team had been dispatched to a

remote planet to salvage a wrecked military light cruiser. As a mineral

extraction specialist, my job was to pick through the fine pieces of

scrap, like circuitry and other internal parts, and determine what was

worth keeping for processing and recycling. Not quite the humanitarian

research career I’d envisioned when I was in university, but I’d

discovered that I craved the freedom and lawlessness of outer space. I

had been so excited to venture further into unclaimed territory beyond

Federation-sanctioned civilian routes that I hadn’t even noticed how

unusually heavily-armed our military escort was. I found myself deeply

regretting my obliviousness now.

When we’d landed, the away team had come back with what appeared

to be an egg. The planet we were on was supposed to be completely

incompatible with life, yet the egg seemed to be viable. Before we’d

even had a chance to get it to the research bay, it had hatched.

That’s when things went south.

The creature had immediately skittered into the heating mains of the

ship, its body growing even as we watched. The marines had launched a

hunt immediately, but by the time they’d found where the alien had

gone, it was too late. The creatures spat some kind of goo that . . .

changed people. It seemed to be some kind of pheromone attack. For

lack of a better way to describe it, it made people really,
really
horny.

Once they were subdued, the creature dragged them off and committed

unspeakable acts on their bodies, the formerly-resistant victims eagerly

shouting encouragement as they were violated.

We resisted, of course, but it was difficult. We learned quickly that the

alien could replicate on its own just as fast as it had hatched and grown

to adulthood. The ship was littered with eggshells—no matter how

many we smashed, more hatched. Even worse, the amniotic fluid within

the eggshells contained the same pheromone load as the aliens’ spit. I’d

seen a careless marine go from shooting eggs to writhing on the ground

moaning and fucking herself with her billy club within the span of five

minutes. Really, it was a miracle that I was left in control of my faculties

at all.

I shuddered, starting off through the duct system. I knew I couldn’t kill

all the aliens by myself. Even before the marines had been decimated,

they hadn’t managed to actually eliminate a single one, aside from the

eggs. No, my plan was much more grim than that. I was going to blow

up the whole ship, myself included.

As I crawled towards the only command panel in the whole ship that

would let me activate the self-destruct sequence, I passed a vent. As I

glanced down into the chamber below, my heart dropped out of my

chest.

Below me, sprawled out across a grav couch like a calendar pinup, lay

my closest friend and object of my unrequited desire, Marine Corporal

Marshall Sanders. I hadn’t cared much for him when he’d joined the

ship—there was always a sort of rivalry between the science teams and

security. When he’d asked what I was working on as I tinkered with a

particularly complicated mineral extraction, I’d snapped at him at first,

thinking he was making fun of me. I was immediately remorseful when I

saw the hurt look on that handsome face. I’d apologized and showed

him the process, surprised at how interested he really was in the work

we were doing. He’d told me that even though he’d ended up in a job

for a meathead jock, xenobiology and xenolinguistics were his real

passion. He was as excited to venture into unexplored space as I was.

He and I had been fast friends since then. I hadn’t worked up the

courage to tell him that I’d really and truly fallen for him.

And it seemed I’d never get the chance now. Tears pricked my eyes as I

saw him writhing while tentacles snaked up his naked body, but I

couldn’t look away, either. I flushed with shame as my pussy grew wet; I

watched the expression on his face as the alien began to stroke his

thick, hard cock. I knew it was wrong to get off watching Marshall being

taken from me, but—
This might be my only chance
, I rationalized, unable to

tear my eyes away as Marshall moaned, his hips straining into the alien’s

embrace. I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid my hand inside, parting my

wet folds to stroke myself, drawing out moisture as my pussy tensed

with anticipation.

As I watched, the alien began to probe between Marshall’s ass cheeks

with a questing tentacle. Marshall spread his legs, clearly eager to accept

the thick length. I whimpered softly as I watched it stroke around his

tight hole, lubricating the sensitive skin. My pussy ached to be filled,

too, but all I had were my fingers. It seemed almost criminal when

Marshall’s long, fat cock was nearly in my reach.

As the tentacle pushed into Marshall, I pushed my fingers into myself,

wishing—imagining—that they were Marshall’s thick shaft. The sight of

that meaty length being squeezed and stroked, even by a loathsome

black tentacle, drove me wild. The tentacle probing his ass had inserted

itself fully, and I could see that Marshall’s tight hole was stretched wide

around its thick base. From the sounds he was making, the prehensile

limb was hitting him in just the right spot deep inside. My fingers sped

up around my clit, my shame at watching Marshall being completely

debased unable to triumph over the need building in my groin.

As Marshall thrust back against the slithering limbs pushing into him, an

errant tentacle quested near his face. “Please,” he groaned, parting his

lips to receive it. I gasped aloud as the alien penetrated him from both

ends, forgetting momentarily to play with myself as I watched Marshall’s

face. My pussy throbbed with desire, my need for Marshall so powerful

it hurt. I’d have given anything—well, nearly anything—to be riding his

cock at that very moment.

I bit my free hand as my fingers resumed their work on my clit, the

sensation sharp and delicious. Below, Marshall’s cock jetted white fluid

across his stomach and chest as thick black tentacles used his holes, but

he was so aroused that his girthy shaft didn’t soften a bit. The alien’s

mouth gaped open and a long tongue snaked out, lapping up the sticky

fluid from his stomach and bathing the flared purple head of his cock.

My cunt clenched spasmodically as I realized that I could smell Marshall

now, sweat and cum. I groaned breathily, my fingers smearing slick fluid

across my thighs as I worked my most sensitive nub of flesh hard,

wanting to feel used like Marshall was being used.

As my breath came fast and my whole body began to tingle in

anticipation, Marshall also writhed and bucked below me, his cock

thrusting hard in and out of the coil of tentacles. I saw silvery fluid burst

from the tentacle in his mouth and trickle down his face—I could only

assume the alien had cum in his mouth. Marshall lapped at the fluid

frantically, his tongue caressing the slick surface of the tentacle. As

silvery fluid dribbled out of his ass, covering Marshall’s strong thighs in

alien cum, Marshall’s cock jerked again, spraying an even thicker load.

As the alien’s tentacle scooped it up and slid it into Marshall’s mouth, I

cried out involuntarily. My pussy spasmed around my fingers as I came.

It felt oh-so-good, but I still couldn’t help but feel cheated that it was

my slender pianist’s fingers that my cunt milked and not that fat,

dribbling cock that was only now starting to soften.

My face red with shame, I zipped up my jumpsuit, taking one last look

at my dear friend as the alien began to push into him again. A tear rolled

down my face. I regretted not telling him that I was in love with him so

badly, and now it was too late. “I’ll save you, Marshall,” I whispered,

strengthening my resolve. “I’ll get you away from them.” I crawled on,

my crotch still damp and sensitive. I felt acutely guilty for getting off on

Marshall’s debasement, but at least nobody else would ever know.

Each chamber that I passed over was the same: orgiastic scenes of

debauchery. Black tentacles intertwined with soft flesh as the aliens

subjugated the entire crew. I tried not to look, but images of my friends

and crewmates were seared into my retinas. It was strangely arousing—

again and again, I found myself wanting to stop and watch, but I had a

mission to complete.

After nearly 3 hours of crawling through the ship’s massive ductwork, I

found myself looking down at the bridge from a vent. There was no easy

way to get down from here—I’d have to try and climb. Using the laser

tool mounted on my wrist readout, I carefully cut through the grate,

setting it aside in the duct. Several feet away from me, there was a thick

bundle of wires running from the ceiling to the wall. If I could get ahold

of it, I might be able to climb down without breaking my neck.

Steeling myself, I crouched, then leapt for the wire, my arms

pinwheeling frantically. My fingers slipped over the plastic cable casing,

and, for one heartbreaking moment, I thought I was going to fall to my

death. Then my hands found purchase, and I hung suspended in the air

by a thin wire of hope. I began slowly shimmying down towards the

wall, moving slowly. I wasn’t very strong, and my arms already ached

from the strain.

Suddenly, the cable lurched downward as the moorings tore loose. I

cried out as I jolted down to the floor, my sweating palms struggling to

maintain my grip. The world seemed to slow to a halt as I the cable

slipped from my grasp. I tumbled towards the floor, my mouth open but

no sound escaping as my heart hammered with terror.

Then the world sped up again as a massive black tentacle coiled up

around me, intercepting my body mid-fall. “Oh, FUCK!” I screamed,

the irony of which was not lost on me before the slick fluid coated my

skin. My vision blurred as alien chemicals saturated my bloodstream. A

small voice in the very back of my head still screamed and struggled,

but my body’s urges were too strong. I collapsed into the alien’s

embrace as smaller tentacles quested over my body, tearing at my

jumpsuit. There was something different about this one—it was far, far

larger than the others I’d seen throughout the ship, and its body seemed

differently-shaped. I wondered vaguely if it was the first one that had

hatched from the mysterious egg.

My jumpsuit, built to withstand the extreme wear-and-tear of working

as a deep space researcher, shredded like tissue beneath the alien’s