Alien Breeding Program: Purpose

She wasn't sure, but she guessed she had been with them about a month, maybe two. Her memories from before were hazy, but she remembered that she had been taken off the street--on her way to cause trouble, probably--and brought here. To their ship. It was just what an alien ship was supposed to look like, all gleaming steel, bright lights, and computer screens. She could see home through the large windows, a long way down as they glided past in orbit. The ones who had brought her here looked more or less human, but larger, with very pale skin and little hair.

When she woke up here, there was something wrong with her body. She could see and hear but, somehow, they had taken control of her movement. Sometimes, she could move freely; other times, she was completely rigid, and still other times she was as limp as a rag doll. She didn't know how it worked. Distantly, she knew she should be frightened, even angry, but those emotions seemed suppressed. She mostly existed in a curious but pleasant fog of half thoughts and a lot of arousal. Maybe it was part of whatever was controlling her movement, or maybe it was something in the food they gave her. Or maybe, she admitted, she was starting to like being an aliens' sex toy.

And sex, it was clear, was what they wanted. She had been examined, first by a conventional if extremely thorough medical exam, but then tests of her sexual performance. Whatever hokey images the termalien abductionconjured...yes, she had been probed. In every hole, in every way. When the tests were finished, she watched two of them confer over computer displays as she stood immobile, then they had moved her to a kind of apartment. She supposed it was a cell--the door was locked--but it was luxurious in its furnishings. She had entertainment, a large, comfortable bed, even stuffed animals...everything she needed, except freedom and an explanation. They did not give her any clothes, but it wasn't cold, and she never wore much at home, anyway.

She was very well cared for, as though she was an athlete or prize racehorse. There was exercise, physical exams, good food, and lots of sex. And not just sex--sexual training. At first with dildos. They began with human-shaped ones of normal size, but before long they grew larger and longer, and then different shapes.

She was ridden, plowed from in front and behind; riding dildos, sucking dildos, giving handjobs to dildos, always being observed and graded. And when her examiners were satisfied, the probes flooded her with a very realistic simulated cum, thick, milky, and slightly sweet. The whole experience made her horny. Whenever she was being trained or used, waves of arousal would pass through her that left her panting with need, and she would eagerly accept whatever was presented to her. She didn't know if they were manipulating her hormones, or if it was her natural sluttiness. She always had been something of a whore; maybe that was why they had picked her.

Her favorite "exercise" was riding a sex machine right out of a naughty store at home, the kind she had always wanted. It had a long shaft that could be tipped with all kinds of attachments. They would set her in front of it and let it go. Sometimes it would move slowly, entering her with firm, irresistible authority. Other times, they turned it up and simply pounded her into submission. She tried not to look too eager when they brought it out.

It wasn't just what she could do to the probes that her minders watched; they measured her responses, too. They seemed to know, and maybe to control, how aroused she was--and she was always aroused. Whether she was being penetrated, manipulated, licked...she came a lot, and the orgasms were mind-blowing, more powerful and longer-lasting than any she had gotten from a human lover. Her stamina was being increased, too: sometimes, they denied her, keeping her excruciatingly on the edge of climax for hours, even days; other times she thought she would never stop cumming.

The regimen was affecting her physique, too. She was already generally healthy, but was definitely getting fitter. Her muscles were toned, her cardio better, she was sleeping soundly. Her breasts were larger and firmer, and her pussy, despite the constant stretching and use, was tighter than ever.If they tried selling this plan at home, she once thought,they would make a fortune!

Then the aliens began having sex with her themselves. The aliens' cocks--if that's what they called them--were shaped as a series of knobby bulges, like a string of ben-wa balls, that were oh-so-satisfying in her pussy. The one in charge used her more than the others; his cock was larger, and for a long time she couldn't take it all. He came massively, always leaving her overflowing with dense, musky cum. The others had their turns, too. Sometimes several took her at the same time, always pushing her limits, and soon enough she learned to accommodate.

Now they looked excited, as though some goal had been reached. She was taken to a room she hadn't been in before, not at all like the labs or training rooms. The walls were dark blue, almost black, lit only by a glow that came from the floor where it met the walls, and there was a soothing humming sound.

At the far end of the room was a large sparkly purplish mass. They laid her on her back on it and left. It was warm, and like lying on an oversized beanbag. It was very comfortable.

She lay there, collecting her thoughts. After a moment, she felt the beanbag shift under her. She started to sit up, but something moved across her belly. She looked down and saw a large gray-green tentacle reaching across her. It was smooth, not slimy, and muscular. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but more tentacles appeared at her sides and extended along her arms, wrapping around them. More did the same around her legs, and she could feel others under her back. They lifted her into the air and held her, writhing, above the beanbag. She could feel one encircle her waist and another her neck. She fought, but all she could do was wiggle helplessly; there was nothing to push against, and no breaking their grip as they felt the muscles in her legs, the softness of her belly and hair.

Smaller ones reached around from her sides to her breasts, encircling the bases, making them tight and round. They had suckers that left rows of hickeys down her flanks and back, but when they reached her areola, they stopped, probing, then latched onto her nipples. She gasped at the suction. They were pulling her nipple buds with a smooth, rhythmic motion, the kind that men tried for but could never quite manage. She started to feel the same waves of arousal she got from her training sessions, and for a moment wondered if the tentacles were somehow administering the same hormones, but the thoughts were swallowed up in the stimulation.

She began breathe heavily and then to moan. The treatments that the aliens had put her through had conditioned her to relax and sink in to any pleasurable experience, and she surrendered now.

She looked down her body and saw a larger tentacle rise between her legs. It had a more tapered shape, and a definite opening at the tip. It started to tap slowly on her lower belly, but before her pleasure-fogged brain could come to grips with its intentions, another, smaller but shaped the same, appeared beside her face. It felt around her chin and cheeks, then pushed its way between her lips. Her jaw opened to take it, partly forced and partly willingly from the hormones that were coursing through her. The tentacle reached the back of her throat and began sliding in an out, stopping just short of making her gag--and well past where she would have been gagging a month ago.

She sucked greedily on the invader, and it began to pulse, released a thick, creamy fluid into her mouth. Immediately, she began to swallow, taking it as she had been conditioned. It had a mild taste and went down easily, but there was so much! She couldn't keep up, and drops began to spill out of the corners of her mouth, but the flow continued.

She could feel herself flush, and although the tentacles around her legs were holding them apart, she widened them further, lifting her pelvis and offering her pussy, which was gushing, flowing her juices down her butt crack.

The large tentacle honed in on her juices, following the slickness to her leaking slit. She squirmed, but the tentacles held her firmly. The large one paused a moment, then plunged in, splitting her more expertly than any the other aliens had. A smaller one latched on to her clit, sucking it like the others were doing to her nipples.

The large one in her pussy was throbbing, pumping into her. It filled her completely, touching places no cock could ever reach. Suddenly, her arousal spiked. Lances of pure pleasure shot through her, from her brain to her clit; her pussy clamped down on the tentacle and a thunderous orgasm coursed through her. And when she was sure she could take no more, she could feel thick, warm fluid--heavy drops of it--seep out of her pussy. The large tentacle slowed, as though examining its work, then withdrew. The others kept caressing her for a few minutes, then they too retreated, lowering her gently onto the bag.

She lay there, chest heaving. Even though the log-sized tentacle was gone from her pussy, she felt incredibly full. Not pain, but an uncomfortable-yet-pleasurable heaviness in her lower belly, and it was swollen in a way that no woman's she had ever seen had been.

There was no mistaking it. The tentacles had...implanted...something in her, and whatever she was now carrying had triggered her natural responses to being pregnant, but more so, and much faster. Within a day, her hair had gotten shiny and her skin glowed. Her hips, thighs, and especially breasts were swollen. Her nipples were huge, dark, and sensitive, and they had begun to leak creamy milk.

Whether on purpose or as a side effect, her hormones were a tempest, and she was so horny. The aliens had toyed with her arousal, keeping her on the edge of, denying and then delivering mind-blowing orgasms, but this was continuous, and however hard she tried, rubbing her poor clit raw, release was always just out of her reach. It was maddening--her vulva was heavy and full, her clit swollen with need, but no orgasm came to relieve her.

Three days later, she sensed something was changing. Her belly began to rumble and her discomfort grew, but so did her arousal. Her watchers were very excited as they moved her to another room, this one with a deep, round padded bed, almost like a nest. The air was warm and humid, the lighting dark red. She crouched, leaning back against the side of the nest, holding her swollen abdomen with one hand and toying with her sensitive breasts with the other. She didn't question what was happening; her thoughts had melted into the fog of hormones and need. She just leaned her head back and experienced.

The rumbling in her belly increased and became crampy. Her abdominal muscles twitched, she felt something in her pussy. She looked down and saw her pussy lips puffing outward. Her eyes widened, but so did her pussy, and as she watched a dull white bulge appeared. It stuck a moment, stretching her, but the cramps increased and suddenly a soft, ovalegg--there was no mistaking it--slipped out with an audible pop amid a flood of pussy juice and landed between her crouching feet. The cramps started again, along with the unmistakable spasms of an orgasm. They came together, the cramps and the spasms, timed to each other like two waves stepping up a beach; as one strengthened, the other matched it. She felt more fullness in her pussy, and a second egg followed the first, then another, and another...eight in all, and with each the impending orgasm grew stronger. The last egg was expelled with a rush of fluid, and as it exited, she came. Oh, how she came, with howling intensity, screams, and a release of all the enhanced and pent-up hormones of her time with the aliens, all leading to this moment. She collapsed into the nest, curling around the clutch of alien eggs.

She didn't know how long she lay there, but her alien masters collected the eggs reverently and carried them off. For the first time, she sensed something other than clinical interest from them. It was relief, and gratitude.

They bathed her like they had so many times before, and took her back to her rooms. She didn't know what was next--if they were done with her, or they were going to keep her as a doxy, or this was to be the first of many offspring she would give them. Maye she would be a kind of queen.

In the glow of the ultimate orgasmic aftermath an unexpected pride at what she had done, she settled into a deep, restful, and thoroughly satisfied sleep.