Shortalienstory

It's late night I'm driving back to the city from the lakes alone. I love that highway, all curves and no traffic lights, and i love the lake. With all those lights shining like precious metals in the water. But i had to hit the road and get back. It takes thirty minutes to be back in town, but its better to avoid morning hours traffic jam. Suddenly, i see something that seems a dead body in the middle of the street and i push the break. Thank god none was behind me. I put the signal on and jump of the car, placing the triangle maybe too near. It is not a corpse as i immagined on first, but it's a twelve year old kid, a girl, trembling, conscious and not speaking a word of an inteligible language.There are no lights in the street, so i can figure out her features. There's something weird about that body, it looks too thin, almost not human. She doesn't look hurt, but who can tell with this dark! I try to not move the body, while this girl starts to babble in a incomprensible language, not european for sure. I reach my phone to call help, glancing nervously at my car (i'm still scared someone might not notice the signal) when the girl grab my neck, pulls me down to her and put her mouth on mine. I remember just a flash of her face, not a girly one, but something really old and weird then i faint.

When i wake up i feel like days have passed. My head is very light, and i can't see nothing around cause its pitch dark. As soon as i recall what had happened i feel scared. Where am i? Where's my car? I touch my body and i feel my clothes around me. I still have my phone, dead, in my pocket. Suddenly, the door opens. Is the little old thing i've saved from the street. I run towards her, but some force push me back, and words don't come out. She stares now. Some light comes up, i don't know from were. I feel my mind and my reaction wickened by her merely presence. Then she speak, in my language, with foreign accent and a little squeacky voice: 'you are today's choose'. Then she goes away. I have not the strenght of asking her anything. I drop myself to the floor, and i start to feel some pounding, like steps of an enourmous being. The doors opens again and a mean giant monster enters the room. His skin is greyish with some green areas. His eyea are yellow and study me as he approaches. He has an enormous ammount of some three meter long thing pending from the back of his head. As he comes nearer i can see there are bullwhip like. Some of them have split heads, some have little knots on them, some just remind me riding crop. Others, slightly bigger, ends up round and smooths. One of those reach my wrist, pull them toghether and before i know i'm standind tiptoe, bound by this weird rope. I have no strenght to struggle. I open my mouth but he just held out a finger (he's got weird, enourmous hands. and touch it that only a little moan comes out of it. I can't talk. I can't move. I could scream but i don't feel like it yet. But i've spoke too soon. The rope thing keeps me standing there, while he takes few steps back. Then, one of those hair like whip, thinner and sharper than the others lash my chest, first above my huge boops, then right under. The tissue rips instantly. I scream from the pain. I look down and i don't see blood as i expexted, just a very pale sign, that suddenly goes away. Another slash hit my nipples, both of them. I scream harder this time. This seems to interest him cause he it again and again of both my nipples, handing out his hands to touch them, pushing and pulling them like weird buttons, his eyes studying them curiously. With a deep and almost reassuring voice he speak to the wall, and some flourescent signs appears on it, like it was a page from the alien wikipedia. He reads it, then he turns back at me, more excited. But now he seems more interested in getting me naked. He pull me higher, and i wish it didn't take that long, cause every minute in this position is torture. But he takes its time. He likes to lash and hear my scream in response. He likes to study my body, speaking to the wall and get more information about my anatomy. My top and my bra are gone now, but no matter how much is lashing my legs and my *** he cannot undress me entirely. He notice my *** and take pleasure in the way it moves under his hairlike whip, cause he makes me turn my back at him and let some appraciative sounds, like i was a ******** shaking my things for tips. My face is covered in tears. The pain wasn' much, and after i've seen that my skin didn't break under those whips i could ease my fear, but still it was a whipping session. but i have to say that i fell some known, pleasant, shamefull, heat between my legs. Finally, he gets it. Still keeping my wrist he pulls out another rope from his head, grab one of my ankle, pull my leg up, and lashes right the top of my open leg. Then he does the other part, stil splitting me, while i can barely stand on one foot. This didn't hurt at all. He put my leg down. Now i'm naked, except for undies. He let go my wrist, only to tied me differently. As soon as i put my arms down, he grabs them again, around my torso this time. In this way, my arms are squashed by a single rope on my chest side, and my **** are squeashed out. He bent down, to look closer to my underwears he sniff a little, lick the tissue with a purple long tongue. His smell its not repulsive. And he seem to like mine, cause he keeps his head down there. He note my reaction to his touch. I let out a faint moan of pleasure, and my toes curled. I try to help it attempting to close my legs, in order to get some relief from a little squeeze, but he firmly block my legs open. He calls out the wall again, read some more informations. Then, with a extremely curious look on his face, he pulls out two of the sharp head hair whip things and let them slide under the sides of my undies. They pull a litlle and i'm completely naked now. Nothing is hide, cause i wax for this purpose: i like to be completely naked. I like a man to watch it. He stares between my legs for a while with rapture. He gets up, he's mouth half open, still fixed on that. He starts to pull away the green features reaviling more than one huge thing i guess i'll have to serve, eyes only for my most intimate thing.I wish i was only properly scared, but i'm also aroused by his greedy looks, by the ***** whipping game and i push my legs toghether freely this time, taking one brief moment of pleasure from it. He probably spotted i can not possibly take everything he does have with only one thing, aroused and wet as it might be so he start his studies. He explores my body to find out more. He strokes my hair, which are beautiful and soft, and though he seems to like it, he opens my mouth, forcing me to open it wider with one finger, while the other hand is tasting the fullness of my lips. Its sort of nice and i moan a little. I try my game with legs toghether again, but there's no way, he has his foot between them. He tightens the rope around my chest, squeezing out my **** again. He looks at them, then held out the weird tong and lick each one. I close my eyes and enjoy this thouch. He start to suck them, first in a insicure manner, then more harder. He stops when he feels them hardening giving them a puzzled look. He goes back in sucking one of them, while he test the other pinching it, pulling it, always harder and harder, watching sometimes my reaction, legs apart and nipples teased like mad i don't control myself. I wish he put his hand down there, it would be a blessing, but nope, is favourite thing now is my 36c. I can't talk, otherwise i'll tell him that the thought of tight clamps on each of my nipples is something that drives me crazy. he does something better. To have fun. He decides its not ok for his choose of the day to spasm that way just beacause he tickles to sensitive buttons. Hands and wrist toghether and up again now. The sharp like tip hair like whip hit first, getting both of them. This time he use also the crop like, that goes precisely on each nipple in turn. It doesn't last long, but now my nipples are sored, my faced wet in tears and and i'm even more wet somewhere else. Exploration continues. He likes my pain as he likes my pleasure, but he can't identify it. He likes my *** too. He turns me, force my back to bend foward, my legs to spread more and more until i have to get on my knees and squash my torso on the floor, leaving just my *** up. I like to be watched this way. He counts how many i can take, and every touch is a little piece of heaven. He opens up, sniff, lick a little, and agan, whip my ***. From the feeling is one of those knotted heads. Then again, it turns me face up. He pulls legs almost over my head. He stroke a little my ****, enjoing the moisture feeling he gets. I'm simply loving that. We reach a point where his hand is not moving while i'm grinding on it. I know whats coming. The wall is gonna say that that is the center of my pleasure, and explain my reaction. Its sadistic smile tells me i'm not wrong. My **** gets punished. I can't say i don't love that. He stroked it gently then gives it a lash. We go like this for a while. I wish i could say to this moster i love everything about this: i love doing it to another woman, i love watching it, i love getting it. Occasionally he suck with his mouth. Now i want to serve every huge thing he has. I want him to come in my mouth, i don't want to let anydrop wasted, i want to feel split by his virility. He doesn't need my suggestion, he simply helps himself. Guess that wall held him out some position tips cause he knows what he's doing. Being so bigger than me gives him the opportunity of leave me on top, put one in my mouth, one between my ****, tightened up by some extra rope, and one backway. I have no time to think what is gonna take care of the last one: hair whip thingy pull my hands towards it. When he first double me i expect enourmous pain but nothing like that happens. It's difficult and scary, as i've never done anything like it, but no impossible pain arrives. I remember his finger tips that deprived me from talking, and i guess he did the same. Still is brutal. I have to ride him while he whips my *** for rhytm. ******* too is not easy. He keeps pushing his thing hard on one side of my mouth, popping that out, slapping me with that on my face, suffocating me with constant pounding in my throath. Tears appears again in my eyes. Sometimes i distract from my hand duty but with a lash on my already sored **** he put me back to it. I'm his, if i ever been of anybody, completely opened, used. When he comes i make sure to have my mouth open to receive everything. I'm dripping all over, i have to scoop with my hands to take everything, under his benevolent look.I'm finally free from restraint, but i lick the tip of each of them, giving him some more spasm of pleasure. Then i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do. My clothes are gone, my cell is gone who knows what happened to my car. He grabs me, with his hands, and i feel some kind incomprehensible words, while he cuddle me, till i fall asleep. When i wake up, he kisses me and i'm back were i was, driving by the lake. From the way the stars blinks, from the way my body feels, i guess it wasn't just my immagination.
Elettra Elettra
26-30, F
Nov 26, 2012