Emma Learns Her Place

Emma woke with a start, her eyes taking a moment or two to grow accustomed to the dark. A low level grey light from an unseen source provided just enough illumination for her eyes to take in the outline of the small room, some kind of trolley with boxes by her and the edges of the rails of her bed. As her senses slowly flickered into life the absence of movement in her limbs first startled and then began to panic her.

"Deep breaths T" she told herself, the initial itself and its connotations helping to calm her a little. One by one she tried to move her fingers, the joints in her arms that were clamped to her side, her knees and feet that were tucked together. There was a response but something unseen compelled her limbs to stay in position, as if she were magnetised and stuck fast to the bed. This was, quite obviously, a problem but as Emma soothed her mind she knew that resisting this right now was a waste of precious energy. She surprised herself at how calm she was being, and a tiny flush of pride fleetingly rushed over her.

Her eyes roamed the room more, trying to see further into the gloom. The walls were uniformly flat, with several hooks at high level on each plane. Her feet faced the door which had no discernable handle or features beyond a dim door-like shadow, meaning that the word "door" was little more than a guess. The fabric covering her body was soft on her skin, which made her realise that not only was she utterly pinned to the bed, she was entirely naked also.

Panic started to set in again, her mind racing to recall the events that led up this moment, but they were just out of reach, no matter how hard she reached. She was working, she was walking to the car, she woke here. "Give it time T, give it time" she soothed, albeit half-heartedly.

There was substantially less time than she hoped for however, as the door - it was a door! Knew it! - seemed to disappear and a large humanoid shape filled the space. With little frame of reference they looked tall, easily 7ft, and they walked with an unusual and muscular gait. Emma didn't need to see more to know that they weren't quite, or maybe not even nearly human. Panic was allowed to set in at this point.

They padded softly into the room, Emma trying to recoil but still held firm to the bed and absolutely not moving an inch. As the visitor filled her field of vision she took in the green scaled skin, lighter around their face, moving darker and redder as their neck flared wide. The square-cut, long tunic, seemingly made of the same fabric as the thin sheet covering her naked body, barely contained the muscular form underneath. Even if the bed released her there was no way she was getting past this sentinel, not that there seemed to be much chance of that.

The cold stung her skin the second the sheet was unceremoniously whipped from her, her gasp automatic and louder than she would have wished. They appeared to be studying her closely, their eyes rounder and more beady than a human's, filling more of their face. They had some kind of technological device that whirred quietly and was seemingly consulted regularly. It put Emma in mind of some kind of medical examination, up until the point the gadget was consulted one last time and she felt the warm flood of a current through her.

Her instinct was to fight it, and the snarl she emitted backed up her resistance. And yet she knew her body was already letting her down, the tight hard nipples not just because of the cold room. They turned their head slightly, watching her intently, wanting something. The intensity within her grew and Emma realised what they wanted and what she would be unable to prevent giving to them in the long run. But she was not going to give up her climax easily and set her jaw to a determined angle and tried to suppress the growing knot of pleasure.

She imagined a look of confusion wash over their face, and maybe she was right because that triggered a noticeable increase in the pleasurable vibrations in her body and a moan, a betraying involuntary moan, escaped her. There was no time to be cross with herself as the intensity kicked up another notch and she knew that the climax was near and unavoidable. As it rose in her, her legs entirely unbidden started to spread. Emma tried to fight in but it was no use, her pussy, wet and pulsating was now on display.

The soft rustling made her tilt her head up just in time to see them produce a greyish cylinder from their previously hidden pocket and, with seeming detachment, slide it into her pussy just as the sensations reached their peak. She knew it would slide in easily as she could feel how wet she was, and sure enough her pussy welcomed and clamped tightly around the shaft.

With a loud moan Emma came. The waves of pleasure were exquisite, enhanced by her earlier attempts to resist. The climax rushed through her, over and over, pinned in place by an invisible force. Seemingly satisfied by the outcome the shaft was carefully slid out and placed in one of the boxes by the trolley. Emma's eyes followed them intently, and couldn't help but see the noticeable bulge in the usual place. Clearly he (and it was a he!) had enjoyed the show.

He walked through the doorway, and Emma caught the movement of more than one shape, perhaps there had been more witnesses to that moment than she thought. Once left alone she realised that the force pinning her to the bed had weakened sufficiently that she could rearrange her limbs and recover herself with the sheet, but not reach over the edges of her bed. A reward perhaps? Certainly she was going nowhere for a while, and had a very good idea as to what might be happening until then.

The room was still but for Emma's still laboured breathing, the blanket rising and falling with her chest. Slowly her heart rate lowered, in time with the lighting dimming somewhat. Her eyelids began to feel heavy and a drowsiness washed over, quicker than she could fight it. As the lights finally winked off her breathing was entirely peaceful, her eyes softly closed, and her vital metrics observed from the viewing gallery above. There would be a shift change shortly, and four sets of shuffling feet replaced by the springier steps of the next set of lucky viewers, winners - and stealers - of the rarest tickets in the whole complex.

Emma woke after what felt like a restful sleep to, again, what felt like the next day. The room was precisely as it was before, the soft lighting illuminating the room barely, her eyes adjusting to the environment anew. Unlike yesterday (?) her limbs had a little movement and just as she began to flex her arms an immediate force ran through her pinning tightly to the bed as before. Three loud heartbeats later the door dissolved to allow a shape into the room, followed by another almost identical creature in.

The first through carried the same gadget as the creature from the day before, and Emma assumed it was the same...thing. In her mind she called him the Scientist. His companion, however, was a little larger with a wider neck and chest and, most alarmingly, was naked. His skin was simultaneously scaled and plated, almost like armour. Although completely immobile Emma knew it would be cold and hard to the touch. Most disturbingly of all, his penis was hard and standing proud from his abdomen. The Assailant. A suitable name thought Emma, grimly, anticipating what was to come.

Emma's body tried to recoil as the naked alien took a few steps towards her and then looked towards the Scientist. No words were exchanged but almost immediately the warm, liquid feeling of arousal began to course through her defenceless body. The process seemed to be quicker this time, her captors keener, and her blanket removed and legs spread wide at speed. The Assailant stepped closer, his cock twitching, green and ribbed, so close to her immovable arm now. Her eyes were both captivated and horrified at the sight, his throbbing shaft similar in some ways to a human cock, but so different. And yet, the head looked smooth and hard, and muscle memory, and her extreme arousal, made her wonder what it might feel like in her hand, in her mouth.

Captivated - and repulsed - as she was, Emma had missed the Scientist accessing one of the boxes and removing both a cylinder and a cone. The cylinder was slightly misshapen from the way it looked to start with yesterday, and as it was slid inside her, the reason was obvious, it was now molded perfectly to her pussy and the tip grazed her g-spot with precision and her low moan revealed her pleasure at this.

The pulsing waves of pleasure became more powerful, somehow vibrating from within her as the force pinning her hips lessened for a moment and her pelvis tilted by a contraption in the bed. Her head turned slightly and fixed on the sight of the Assailants cock now just an inch or two from her face, his clawed powerful hand wrapped around, small pulsing motions bringing stronger twitches from his engorged shaft.

The feel of the cone as its tip slid into her ass was both exquisite and terrifying at the same moment. But as soon as the mysterious metal shaped itself to her needs it felt perfect, a feeling that she had always been missing. The waves didn't need to be increased, and yet they were ramped up further, taking her to the very brink of climax. A guttural roar paused the moment as the Assailant, who had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time released his seed over Emma's face, neck and chest.

It immediately felt warm and sticky like human cum and this was enough to tip her over the edge, the feeling of having her pussy and ass filled, the vibrations resonating through her all culminating in an intense and powerful climax that forced loud and ecstatic moans through her. Her invisible restraints loosened a little and her body, alive with mindblowing pleasure shuddered and shook over and over, the alien cum rolling down her cheek and torso.

The waves of pleasure rolled over her, still powerful but decreasingly so, bar the sharp spike in pleasure as the Scientist slid his implements out and returned them carefully to the box. The Assailant released his tight grip on his scaled cock, gently took a bead of his cum off the still hard tip and dripped it onto Emma's immobile lips before turning away and heading out the door, followed by his companion.

Recovering herself in the dimming room Emma had no option but to either wipe the cum into her body or into her blanket. Starting with the blanked it proved to be woefully inadequate, moving the small wet patch around her shoulder. There was nothing else for it and so she massaged the remaining, and copious, cum into her body. Undeniably, despite everything, it felt good her skin tingling as it absorbed into her, endorphins released immediately. Her tongue tentatively licked her lips where the Assailant had left his mark. Cum had not been her favourite taste until she met her second husband, and this tasted nearly as good, almost like a drug.

She lay back down, recognising the drowsiness from yesterday's light dimming, the cum now quickly drying and so the blanked covering her. She made herself comfortable, disconcerted by how fine she was feeling by this, how her body didn't ache, didn't need food. Clearly there was some advanced technology involved in this and as she drifted to sleep her mind wondered how this all worked.

The shift changed in the gallery above, happy punters leaving and excited ones entering. Rumours were of a dignitary joining them this time which added an additional spark in the air, for if true they were sure to have a show laid on for them. And so it came to pass, the door dissolving in front of Emma's widening eyes as the Scientist walked in, followed by four identical Assailants, each naked, each hard and each, or so it seemed to Emma, with a gleam in their eyes.

She began to protest, they had at least allowed her the ability to do that. But even as she did the invisible forces manipulated her body, no longer pinning her to the bed but lifting her from it and suspending her in mid air, the blanket falling from her and pooling on the floor. The Scientist moved the bed away into a previously hidden cupboard in the wall, swapping it for what looked for all intents and purposes like a gym horse from her school days. He wheeled it under her and immediately her hands were pinned to contoured hand holds either side whilst her torso lay across the surprisingly comfortable table. Her legs were pinned to the end and there she was, utterly defenceless again, and about to protest loudly when the ball of pleasure began to grow unbidden within her.

The four Assailants looked the same to Emma, they were after all genetically identical, bred for the specific purpose of fucking captives in the Place, for those in the gallery to watch, enjoy and of course bet on. Each had the same big, hard, ridged cock, although these had been specifically engineered to suit their human sport. The first Assailant stood behind her, his powerful legs braced into an ideal position and edged his cock into her pussy.

Her pussy was wet, and she knew not just because of the increasingly insistent vibrations within her. As the one behind her edged the throbbing head of his cock into her, another stepped in front of her, pulled her head up roughly by her hair and as she started to gasp thrust his cock between her lips. Instinctively she bit down on the shaft invading her throat, but the scales were hard and her teeth had no impact whatsoever. If anything, they made him fuck her throat harder.

Behind her the fucking had increased pace and depth, the gripping on her hips firm and somehow not overly painful despite the claws. Again and again he ploughed his cock into her, her clit specifically vibrating as he did so, her moans muffled as she choked on the cock in her throat. He forced his shaft deep into her mouth until her lips rested on the scaly hardness of its flared base.

She came. Shamefully but undeniably hard, again and again as the they fucked her more and more powerfully, each hard thrust forcing her body against the cock impaling her the other end. They were, as trained, in perfect sync, and Emma's mind began to leave her body, its use and climaxes now somehow distant. Faster and faster they went until a simultaneous pause, roar and release of cum deep in her throat and pussy. She could feel the ropes of alien cum coating her, and choked on the warm stickiness fired to the back of her throat, spitting a large amount onto the surface in front of her.

This was clearly not to the satisfaction of the Assailant in front of her who, roughly steering her with her hair, smeared her face in the cooling puddle. There was no resistance left in her, just a still buzzing climax rushing around her, so she barely noticed the change in personnel as the other two Assailants took their places, using her pussy and throat all over again. Lost in the extreme pleasure Emma yielding entirely to being their fuck toy, her face covered in cum, her pussy and throat already coated.

She lost count of how often she came, or maybe it was all one big climax. All she could feel, and all she existed for, was those strange cocks slamming into her over and over and over. In a rare moment of lucidity she felt the alien cum run down the inside of her thigh, and she did not mind the feeling at all. The pace quickened, the claws firmer on her hips and wrapped in her hair and that now-familiar pause and roar. This time though they both pulled out before coming, the Assailant at her head coating her face, thick ropes flying into her hair, over her forehead and cheeks. She felt them fall behind her too, over her back and ass and pussy, a wonderful symphony of cum covering her defenceless and prone body.

The vibrations within her slowly subsided, and although small climaxes rolled and broke over Emma barely felt anything other than a slight chill as the cum, which covers]ed the majority of her now, slowly cooled. The restraints may be on or not but her body simply refused to move, both relishing and utterly destroyed by the experience. Although she did not know what to expect next, the gradual dimming of light and encroaching drowsiness whilst still on the horse was a surprise, but not one she had the energy to fight. It seemed to her however, just as she was losing consciousness she felt herself being moved and cleaned by unseen hands, readying her for the next ordeal. The room went dark and a deep and dreamless sleep enveloped her.

Meanwhile, up in the gallery, credits changed hands, drinks were drunk and a general happy hubbub of voices and languages could be heard. This captive, this Emma, could be a real contender this year, maybe go all the way even. Her odds were shortened and her captor and owner congratulated. Who knows how she will go in later rounds, but for now there was definite potential.