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Futuristic Alien Rape
by Rex (notuseful@frontiernet.net)

***

A female laborer loses her concentration for only a 
moment and pays the consequences. (F/alien, nc, rp, sn, 
sci-fi)

***

As always in the close confines of the alien slave 
unit, the hours seemed to drag by interminably. For 
Emily Hauer, it was a strange existence – daily forced 
labor under the near-constant supervision of her 
mechanized overseers – while at the same time having to 
attend to the needs of another captive alien species. 

It wasn't that the slug-snakes were particularly 
demanding. All that was required of Emily was that she 
dispose of the highly corrosive slime that the 
translucent-skinned aliens exuded from their bodies. 
This in itself was a fairly easy task, but the 
repetitive nature off her duties was mind-bending, to 
say the least. 

Numb with boredom, she pushed her body through the 
motions of a well-ingrained routine: scrape down the 
slime-coated slug tanks, suck up the slime, repeat. 
Then move on to the next tank and repeat once more. 

Emily did her best to focus on her chore, but her mind 
drifted. She regularly found herself wondering what her 
old flame Terry Benson might be doing at any given 
moment, but more often than not she was forced to steer 
her mind away from the likelihood that he was having 
sex with someone she knew. 

To divert herself from this rather depressive obsessing 
over Terry, she tried imagining herself back on Earth 
doing all the things she used to like doing. But more 
often than not she found herself growing nostalgic for 
the days when she had worked as an up-and-coming 
swimsuit model. 

"If only they could see me now!" she chuckled ruefully 
to herself. "Here I am half-way across the universe, 
knee-deep in slime, and wearing a one-piece utility 
suit that's oh-so unflattering to these almost-famous 
curves." 

Emily sighed and bent to her task, looking up 
frequently from her work and her daydreaming to wonder 
if the bot was ever going to call a halt for their mid-
day break. 

Finally, almost delirious with hunger and exhaustion, 
she glanced up and made the shocking discovery that she 
had already reached tank number seventeen. It was a 
specialized container for the larger, more aggressive 
slug-snake specimens. 

Peering through the transparent tank at the lazily 
drifting bodies of the aquatic aliens, Emily realized 
something was amiss... she couldn't possibly have 
worked so fast... the bot had let them carry on for too 
long. Emily thumbed the tab to deactivate the vacuum, 
let the nozzle rest on her shoulder, and stood there 
thinking the situation over. 

If they stopped work now, the bot would surely punish 
them, that much was obvious. On other hand, the 
enforcer unit in charge of the work detail always let 
them have a midday break to refresh themselves and grab 
a bite to eat from whatever they'd managed to stuff 
into their jumpsuits that morning. But today the 
situation was obviously different, and Emily couldn't 
see any way around the problem. She would just have to 
keep working until the bot told her to stop. 

"Fuck it," she said irritably. She thumbed the 
activation tab to restart the vacuum and bent once more 
to her task. 

Just then, a huge glop of slime spattered the floor 
just a few feet away from her. Startled, Emily turned 
off the vacuum once more and looked overhead. There, at 
the top of the slime-encrusted tank, she could see that 
the liquid goo inside was sloshing violently at the 
surface. Then she looked down at the slowly drifting 
bodies of the alien slug creatures, just barely visible 
through the thickly slimed glass. There seemed to be no 
connection between the slug-snakes' apparent state of 
relaxation and the agitated liquid swirling and 
sloshing around at the surface. 

"That's why I love working with you guys," Emily said, 
attempting to sound more confident than she felt. 
"Never a dull moment with you bad boys, is there?" 

The creatures inside continued their placid drifting, 
with just the occasional languid swish of a tail. 

Emily shrugged and reactivated her vacuum, working more 
cautiously now, always moving in a careful circle so 
that she constantly faced the tank. 
 But something about the whole situation was far too 
reminiscent of her dream of the previous night. Or 
maybe she was just so exhausted that the whole 
experience was beginning to feel like a dream. The work 
seemed to go on and on... 

"Get a grip, girl," Emily sighed. She continued 
suctioning slime around the circumference of the tank 
until she was almost half finished, pausing now and 
then to schlup down the clinging slime with the long 
scraping tool. 

It was then that she spied an enormous, quivering blob 
of slime off to her right, inching its way over toward 
a section of the containment wall she'd already 
cleaned. She knew her vacuum hose could reach it 
easily, but the hose was at its farther extension at 
this end of the tank. Emily realized she would have to 
turn her back to the tank if she didn't want to go 
through the laborious process of retracting and 
repositioning the hose onto the other side. As she 
thought this over, she looked up at the nearly 
motionless slug-snakes one more time. 

"Oh, for God's sake, Emily," she said to herself in an 
exasperated tone, "it was just a stupid dream." 

Emily quickly stretched out the hose until the end of 
the fully-extended nozzle just touched the pile of 
slowly crawling slime... the hose bucked and jerked as 
it consumed the blob, and Emily had to hold on tightly 
with her back to the slug tank the whole time. 

There was a loud thud. 

Emily turned slowly, already knowing precisely what had 
just occurred. In a repetition of her nightmare, she 
somehow managed to let go of the vacuum nozzle at just 
that instant. (Her scraping tool went flying at the 
same time.) As though in slow motion, automatic 
tensioners in the hose suspension system engaged, and 
pulled the entire unit out of her reach. 

Emily found herself completely defenseless, and face-
to-snout with an escaped slug-being. 

From this point on, things proceeded in a manner that 
was quite unlike her recurrent nightmare. For one 
thing, the slug-snake did not twist and writhe 
helplessly on the floor. No, it practically flowed 
along the floor's smooth surface until it was barely a 
foot away. Emily just stood there, paralyzed with fear. 
Instantly, the slug-snake sprang up with such force 
that Emily was knocked over, and it was she who found 
herself writhing and struggling as the creature pinned 
her to the floor. 

Emily tried to scream, but the slug-snake pressed it's 
heavy, wet body against her face, effectively muffling 
her cries. 

Desperate to fight it off, she reached out and tried to 
stick her thumbs into the bland, white orbs that passed 
for the creature's eyes. But as she did so, sticky, 
pseudopod appendages branched out and grasped her by 
the forearms, immobilizing her. Immediately her hands 
went numb. Emily tired to scream once more ... she 
kicked and struggled, but soon she found it was no 
longer just her hands that had gone numb, but her 
entire body. 

Not only was it useless to resist, it was rapidly 
becoming impossible. 

At this point, the jelly-like body of the slug-snake 
began to alter its shape even more. A number of long, 
probing appendages were extruded from its sides – whip-
like strands that felt like jelly on the surface, but 
had a surprising, tensile strength to them. 

Emily realized that the creature had somehow managed to 
open the zipper of her jumpsuit, and immediately all of 
these ropy 'arms' were thrust inside her clothing. 
Emily thought she was going to lose her mind with the 
terror of it, but there was simply nothing she could do 
to prevent the attack. 

Or was it an attack? As she lay there, Emily was 
acutely aware of the fact that the creature hadn't hurt 
her – at least not yet. Really it seemed like the alien 
was just exploring her body. (Or possibly it was merely 
tasting its food before it proceeded to devour her?) 

Gently but firmly, she turned her head to the side 
until she found a space to breathe. This accomplished, 
her brain ticked over rapidly with thoughts of 
survival. If this had been a bear attack, she reasoned, 
the smart thing to do would be to curl up in a 
defensive posture until it was over. But she couldn't 
do that now, could she? She couldn't even move. The 
only real option she had left was to try and relax, to 
force herself to not feel afraid. 

Emily was well aware of the fact that many animals can 
sense or smell fear in humans – she supposed that the 
same might be true with these alien creatures. There 
certainly wasn't any point in giving it a reason to 
attack her – and besides, what else could she do? 

All the while this was going through her head, the 
long, thin, jelly-like appendages explored every inch 
of her body. Emily felt a number of smaller ones 
tickling her breasts, her belly, and then longer ones 
coiling around her hips and buttocks. Strangely, these 
parts of her body hadn't gone numb. She was able to 
feel everything the creature was doing to her in these 
regions. 

Then Emily caught her breath as the alien's attention 
proceeded to become focused on her navel and nipples. 
Rather than feeling numb, the sensation actually seemed 
to become heightened in these locations. Emily caught 
her breath for a second time as the longest of the 
creature's appendages – its 'tail' – reached down into 
one leg of her jumpsuit. Then it proceeded to reach 
down into the other leg, continuing its explorations. 
Finally it coiled around her thigh and began to travel 
slowly upward... she felt the tip of the long appendage 
probing... probing... until at last, to her absolute 
horror, it finally reached her crotch. 

Emily struggled to remain calm, but now it became 
impossible. 

Maybe if I scream, she thought, if I scream at the top 
of my lungs it might bring Sally. 

But what could Sally do? What could Sally possibly do 
to help her if the creature decided it was being 
threatened – if it then attacked? 

Emily clenched her eyes shut as she felt the thing 
pressing against her pubic bone. Oh, God, please don't 
let it do anything unnatural to me! she cried inwardly. 

At the very moment she was thinking this, the slug-
snake's tail divided itself into two – creating a 
thick, forked appendage with two long tips. Emily felt 
one tip exploring gently, tickling the outer edges of 
her labia with soft touches. It worked around steadily, 
pressing, poking, tickling, until at last it settled on 
her urethra, and then against the hood of her clit. 

Despite her revulsion, Emily felt a strong surge of 
pleasure from that touch. It was far, far more intense 
than any clitoral stimulation she had ever felt before. 

"Uunnnh!" she grunted. Her nostrils flared and her 
breath came in short gasps as her hips bucked 
involuntarily. 

Perhaps thinking it needed to silence her, the slug-
snake extended a fleshy pseudopod from its underside 
and clamped this over her mouth. For a brief moment the 
tail drew away from her, and then came the worst.

In one motion the alien promptly shoved the smaller end 
of its forked tail into Emily's anus, while the other, 
larger end slipped more easily into the soft, yielding 
opening of her vagina. The appendage quickly explored 
deeper and deeper into her vaginal canal, rapidly 
filling her, stretching her.

Emily tried to scream once more but it was no use. She 
simply had to lie there and endure having her every 
opening violated. 

And yet, remarkably, it was still intensely 
pleasurable. And it became even more so as a third 
'finger' sprouted off from the longest appendage and 
once more the being found her clitoris. In fact, it 
seemed as though most of the creature's tickling, 
exploring gestures were now focused there. 

One part of Emily thought about this for a moment with 
a detached fascination: How did it know to touch her 
there? Yet another, more primal part of her was 
furious, outraged, and terrified. She wondered if she 
was going to go insane from the disgust and shock of 
having the alien's, thick, undulating appendages 
probing more and more deeply into her rectum and 
vaginal opening. 

The alien was raping her! 

Even as this thought ran through her head, her uterine 
muscles suddenly contracted strongly. Emily really 
couldn't help it. The 'finger' on her clit had grown 
warm – almost hot, and the feeling of pleasure was just 
too much. As if in surprise at having its appendage 
squeezed, the heaviest part of the alien's body was 
lifted away from her at once. Emily seized the moment 
to take one large breath, finally determined to call 
out for aid – but instead the cry that escaped her lips 
was one of ecstasy! 

She threw back her head and cried out once more as the 
first wave of the powerful orgasm surged through her. 
The alien shuddered at the sound of that cry. Swiftly, 
a long, semi-transparent tongue came snaking out of its 
hog's head jaws and was jammed into her open mouth. 

Emily's eyes bulged as the creature's tongue was shoved 
right down her throat. Then, for whatever reason, she 
stopped fighting it. She gave way to it all. Her every 
orifice filled, she felt her mind go slack – and even 
then the alien pushed deeper. 

Something strange happened then... Emily felt herself 
able to take it all, and more... felt herself 
penetrated beyond what was purely physical. She felt a 
kind of merging... felt as though some previously 
unknown quantity of the universe had pierced the most 
quintessential and human aspect of her soul. 

She felt herself becoming something completely other... 

And then her world went black.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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