Message-ID: <33546asstr$1006218603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: kayce@gmx.net (Raven Kayce) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 19 Nov 2001 21:29:18 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 19 Nov 2001 13:29:17 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Story: Treasure Huntress (Kayce) {F/Alien,nc,oral,anal,breasts,cum} Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 20:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, IceAltar [Note: I couldn't find this story on Google, and I'm not sure I ever successfully posted it, so here I post it on 11/19/2001] DISCLAIMER: This story is quite explicit. It contains reluctant sex between a female and an alien depicted in a graphical fashion. If you are under the age of eighteen (or whatever is the age of maturity in your country) or you are easily offended by the graphical description of sexual acts, do *not* read this story! By reading this you imply that you are of legal age by the standards of your country and it is legal to view such material in your country. * * * Please provide me with feedback and constructive criticism regarding this story so I can improve my style, grammar, spelling and all that. Raven Kayce, kayce@gmx.net, 07/22/2000 -- TREASURE HUNTRESS by Raven Kayce Sasha felt a warm gush of moist air blow towards her when the airlock of her small vessel swung open. She straightened the hem of her short dress before stepping in front of the hatch and peeking into the alien station she had just docked with. An eerie sight greeted her. The walls , floor and roof of the corridor that led from her docking point deeper into the apparently deserted station was of a strange, fleshy red color, all in organic, strangely biomorphic shape. Carefully Sasha bent down, touching the floor in front of her ship with two fingers. It felt warm, soft. Somehow even strangely alive. She sat down on the cold metal floor of her ship and took off her shoes. She didn't want to damage anything out there by getting stuck with her heels. She contemplated whether to lose her white nylon stocking, but quickly wiped away the disgusting thought of touching this soft sticky floor with her bare feet. Sasha stepped through the hatch, carefully placing first one, then both feet on the soft warm floor. It felt as if muscles below the surface were tightening to compensate for her weight. Carefully Sasha took a few steps forward until she began to grow used to the strange ground below her feet. Then, growing more confident she advanced to the end of the corridor which ended in a small anteroom. She noticed tentacle-like tubes lying alongside the wall, leading back into the corridor. Probably electric lines, Sasha thought. She turned around, scanning the room, and saw some kind of screen embedded in the wall. It was showing images, strange places with chambers like this one, or long corridors, all organic like this station here. With fascination Sasha watched what was going on there. She saw the camera perspective sliding along the floor of a soft tunnel like the one in the docking bay, and it seemed to be approaching a woman's leg. She saw it slide up the slim, stocking-clad calves, no, could almost feel it, watching in fascination as it slid underneath the woman's short skirt, advancing towards her panties. She felt a tentacle slide up along her outter thigh, slowly approaching towards the waistband of her panties, slipping underneath it as a second tentacle approached the other side, also sliding underneath, and then both began tugging at the fabric, pulling it down over her buttocks, down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles. Then Sasha saw them wind up again, approaching the woman's now bared pussy. Four more tentacles had now joined their brothers, two tightly wound around the woman's ankles while the other two had begun sliding up underneath the woman's dress, across her flat stomach towards her full round breasts. One tentacle each began sliding over the woman's nipples underneath her dress straining the fabric that was already tightly hugging the woman's full curves. The first two tentacles were now approaching the woman's cunt lips. Sasha jumped in shock! She could actually feel the tentacles at her cunt. Shocked she stared down at her body to see the traces of strong slim limbs underneath her dress, realizing she had been watching the tentacles approaching herself! She tried to jump back, but the tentacles at her ankles held against her pulls and as she reached down to free herself, two more tentacles shot up and wrapped themselves around her wrists. Sasha tried to twist out of their firm grip, but they wouldn't yield, and even against her frantic pulling they began dragging her arms upward so they were stretched out above her head, raised towards the ceiling of this strange flesh-coloured cavern. She was now firmly in the grip of four tentacles, that were tugging at her, making sure she was immovably locked in this position, solely at their mercy. Sasha could only watch their movements on the monitor, unable to prevent the slimy tentacle from moving its moist suction cups into position over her stiff nipples. She could feel them closing in, enveloping her sensitive buds, tickling them, sucking on them, these strong limbs out of nowhere massaging her soft breasts, pushing them together. Sasha's arms were slowly growing tired from her feeble attempts at release. In resignation she relaxed her muscles, just hanging there a few feet above the ground, her breathing incrementally speeding up due to the tentacles' cunning ministrations of her breasts. Looking at the screen in front of her once more, she became aware of a slick thin tentacle approaching her from above her, gliding along its brethren that were holding her suspended by her wrists. As it was advancing towards her hands, she tried to grab it, to squeeze it so she might eventually be able to force them to release her, but as she wrapped her hand around it and contracterd her fingers, she slipped through its slimy covering and it escaped her. As it continued down her bare arms, she felt the two tentacles below her waist resume their movements, one of them advancing towards her sex once more, while the other slipped through between her legs and began exploring her buttocks. Not unlike its companions further up under her dress, it began massaging the soft curved surface, sometimes sliding in between, tracing her crack. Up to now the other one had pursued similar goals, but with Sashas increasing gasps it closed in on her slit, tracing its line along her outer lips, the tip testing here and there before finally brushing them aside and advancing deeper down. Sasha gasped in surprise as she felt the thin slimy tip trace the inner walls of her love tunnel, then pushing more and more of its quickly widening form deeper down inside her. She tried to wriggle, to somehow force it to stop this penetration of her most private body part, but without success. Unerringly it continued plunging down her sex, straining her insides having grown to about two inches in diameter, taking advantage of her inability to move aside. Luckily the slimy coating provided some lubrication, or it would have hurt. However, the way it was now it was among the most exciting feelings Sasha had ever felt. The tentacle seemed to know exactly where to touch her to make her writhe and moan in pleasure despite herself. Another gasp escaped Sasha's lips as the tentacle suddenly began pulsing inside her, contracting and expanding deep down in her stimulating her with friction and relaxation in alternation. Her breathing was becoming ragged now, faster. And then she stopped in mid-breath, as she felt the other tentacle behind her that had been sliding up and down her crack, leaving a slimy trace between her cute firm buns. It was circling her pink hole, sucking, almost nibbling on the edge of her asshole. Then she felt it diving down shockingly fast, pushing into that tight tunnel, forcing itself onward as it grew thicker. Both holes now filled and being so expertly stimulated, Sasha's furiousness was gradually turning into arousal, even more so as the second tentacle progressed deeper into her rear. While the tentacle inside her cunt was pulsing at a quickening rythm, driving her mad with the exciting tingle this yielded inside her, her most sensitive nerves overflowing with stimulation, she suddenly felt the most exciting sensation she had ever experienced: the tentacle in her ass had begun firmly thrusting into her, its tip stimulating her g-point from behind through the thin membrane, her pelvis shaking both from the force of its thrusts as well as from her shudders of excitement, and in combination with the stimulation of her nipples and breasts under the constant ministrations of eager strong slimy tentacles, she found herself driven to her first of several orgasms that robbed her of her last remaining ounce of resistance. No surprise then, that when the slim long tentacle that had been sliding down her bound arms, stroking her armpits, touching and teasing her neck and chin, finally arrived at her soft lips, she eagerly received it in her mouth and began swirling around it with her tongue, toying with it, caught thus in the shrewd treatment of her body that she didn't note the alien taste of its slimyness. And as she was enveloped by the musky smell of her own tingling sex, more tentacles neared her, enveloping her arms and legs, sliding across her stomach, dozens of thin slim ones huddling through the curls at her pussy, tracing the outline of her cheekbones, tickling her lips and ears, thick and strong hairy ones sliding underneath her dress, tugging at the seams, while she was eagerly sucking and licking the tentacle that was sliding in and out of her mouth, brushing against her lips roughly. The tugging of the thick hairy tentacles, which had entered through the armholes of her sleeveless dress, was increasing in strength more and more, and as she felt the friction of their hair on her skin as they were pulling and skewing her dress in every direction, she suddenly felt the zipper burst under the strain, an incredible amount of wiggling tentacles erupting from underneath her dress, more peeking out where the seams burst, spilling out along with her ample breasts which were bouncing freely after their release. And when the last shreds of her dress slid to the floor, her nude form hanging in mid-air, hundreds of tentacles sliding across her soft skin, her sensitive erect nipples, her firm breasts, pushing them up and down, supporting them at one moment, then letting them sink down the other moment, four of the thicker tentacles suddenly commenced a thrusting motion, one buried in her bosom between her breasts, another one in her mouth, still being sucked and licked by her tongue twirling around its tip, the final two pushing into and out of her pussy and rear. Sasha could clearly feel them pulsing more and more, increasing the friction and the excitement she was subjected to, and she wondered whether she really still wanted to get away. Suddenly, Sasha felt a quickening in the pulsing of the one buried inside her mouth. Instinctively knowing what would come next, Sasha firmly wrapped her lips around the slimy round tentacle as it thrust into her, almost hitting the back of her throat, and then she felt the being's cum burst from the tentacle's tip, two spurts already making her mouth overflow, dripping from her lips and flowing down her chin and neck even though she was swallowing the first load of this tasty cream even before the fourth spurt hit the back of her throat. Meanwhile the thrusts of the tentacle inside her pussy were increasing in force, driving her to her second orgasm at the same time as the tentacle squirted its hot load into her tight vagina, splashing against her insides, a little dripping out between her legs as the tentacle withdrew. But the stimulation did not stop, even though the thinner tentacles were withdrawing from her body, leaving her to the ones that had begun it all. All this distraction now removed, she could clearly feel the tentacle inside her butt, her ass cheeks pushed apart by the thick slimy tube that had its tip buried deep in her. Instinctively she tried to push it out, but it kept pushing into her without hesitation, forcing itself in and out in regular, quickening thrusts, and no matter how much she resisted, the only thing she achieved was making it rub more against her flesh, hurting herself. And when she reluctantly forced herself to yield to it, the tentacle found its way to her sensitive spot again, tickling her. She felt the shivering start in her loins, growing, spreading into her shaking legs as well as up her belly, and she felt the strong tingling driving her to scream out her orgasm just as the sperm was pumped into her, the tentacle at the source blocking the exit, making her realize the incredible amount in a feeling of pressure and fullness that was spreading up her hole. By this time, Sasha was gasping for air, her moans and screams of pleasure filling the moist warm chamber. Only clad in her white stockings, her bared pussy and ass glistening from the alien's juices as well as her lips, Sasha was still hanging in the air. Besides the tentacles that were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, however, the only tentacle left was the one between her breasts, wiggling around futilely. Just now Sasha noticed that the tension was lessening. Carefully the tentacles laid her down, stretched out on the soft, damp ground, and the strong tentacles that held her quickly vanished, leaving her alone with the one wriggling between her breasts. It almost seemed as if it was begging her to help, and then she understood what it wanted. Carefully she brought her hands to her breasts, placing each one at the side of one before slowly pushing them together, enveloping the tentacle in between. While she did this, the tentacle remained limp, completely unmoving. She pushed together her breasts until she could clearly feel the tentacle's shape, its hardness, its slimyness. And then she felt it commencing to move once more, its tip appearing between her breasts, approaching her sperm-stained chin. Only a breath from touching her it began receding again, sliding down between the delicate skin of her tits. Sasha could almost feel how it was gaining confidence as it began thrusting up and down in its tight channel, the incredible friction of skin against skin reduced a little by slime that Sasha could feel lubricating her bosom. And then it began pulsing again, contracting just as its tip exited at the top of her bosom, its premier shot of sperm splashing directly into Sasha's eager mouth, the second one splashing against her neck and chin, the gooey cum flowing down towards her boobs. Meanwhile the tentacle slid down again, and Sasha felt its third gush of cum spilling between her breasts, and a warm sticky trace of it followed the tentacle as it finally exited the channel again at her belly, plastering it with another splash of semen. Then it rose into the air and began shooting its cum all over Sasha's breasts and fingers, even though she quickly pulled away her hands when she realized what was to come next. Her breasts now no longer pressed against each other, the next couple of splashes sprayed her breasts and bosom, before it began raining down on her face, to which Sasha eagerly opened her mouth. Just when Sasha thought this was the end of it, rising to a sitting position while licking the semen off her red lips, a final eruption plastered her long mahogany hair with cum. Connected to the tentacle by a long, milky-white string of sperm, Sasha bent forward, kising it on the tip, sucking and licking the remaining jism from it to say her farewell. That it seemed to understand, and disappeared into the ground without a trace. Sasha looked down herself, sliding her hands across her lithe, sperm-soaked form, raising her hands to her lips and licking off the sperm, massaging her breasts a final time before she got up, still all slippery and wet, heading for her ship. When she finally sat in her pilot's chair again, cleaning herself up but not missing the opportunity to tend to her bodily needs some more, she suddenly discovered something in one of her stockings. She took it off and took a small, slimy piece of tentacle out, that was eagerly wriggling in her hand. Somehow she had a feeling that it had grown a bit in the last few seconds. Affectionately she stroked along the length of it, noticing a little of milky-white liquid oozing out from its tip. "If we work a little on your endurance," she smiled at it, "this might lead to a very pleasuring friendship for both of us." ----- Written by R. Kayce, . 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