Breeding the Earthing

BREEDING THE EARTHLING

Chapter Eight

Inside the cramped containment unit, Juro shuddered and squirmed, overwhelmed by the sensations still bombarding his body. The aphrodisiac cocktail pumped through his veins, amplifying every touch, every brush of his hypersensitive flesh against the smooth metal walls.

With his limbs folded up and immobilized, Juro had no way to gain friction or relief. All he could do was flex his internal muscles, clenching down on the emptiness of his passage, trying to mimic the feeling of fullness he now craved. His hole drooled slick, aching to have Zix'ka's stinger, or Bocci's knot, or Rorne's horn, or either of Gex's dicks. Hell, he'd even take the perverted Professor's tentacles.

Juro rolled his hips, seeking any scrap of friction, rubbing his dripping folds together in a futile attempt at relief. His altered balls throbbed inside him, churning out a steady stream of slick that dribbled down his thighs. His garbled pleas and moans were muffled by the confines of the containment unit.

Suddenly, Juro registered a faint sound - the clang of the laboratory door opening, followed by heavy footsteps.

Has the professor returned? Have they come to let him out?

The footsteps grew closer, stopping right outside the containment unit. There was a considering hum, then a low chuckle. "Well, well, what have we here?" a deep voice mused. "Looks like the good professor was in the middle of one of his little experiments. I wonder where everyone scurried off to?"

Juro held his breath, trying desperately to stay quiet and still despite the fire raging in his veins. Maybe if he didn't make a sound, the intruder would lose interest and leave...

But then the pump on his proto-clit gave a strong pulse and Juro couldn't contain the wail that tore from his throat. The nubbin that used to be his dick pulsed as the suction increased, the sensitive bud engorging further. The clamps on his nipples seemed to tighten, sending bolts of exquisite agony through his heaving chest.

"Ohhh, sounds like someone is eager for attention in there," the voice purred, now right above Juro. There was a considering hum, then the rasp of fingers on the containment unit's access panels. "Let's take a peek at what the prof was working on."

With a pneumatic hiss, the metal walls folded back, releasing Juro from the box and restraints. He weakly pulled the clamps off his nipples and pump of his psudo-clit.

He blinked blearily, trying to focus, and found himself staring up into a pair of startling violet eyes set in a handsome, and distinctly human-looking, face.

Thank God.

"Please..." he croaked, his voice hoarse from moaning. "Please help me. That perverted professor, he - he did something to me, changed me. I don't want this, Please, take me home..."

Tears leaked from the corners of Juro's eyes, leaving glistening trails down his flushed cheeks. He gazed up at the man with pleading, desperate eyes, hopeful for salvation.

The man tsked sympathetically, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Juro's sweat-dampened brow with surprising gentleness. "You poor thing. I heard about Professor Tok's experiments, but I never imagined he'd go this far."

"Yes," Juro breathed, nodding fervently. "Please, help me."

"Why should I?"

"What?"

"Why should I help you? What's in it for me?"

Juro blinked. Was his savior asking for payment?

"Fine. I'll give you whatever you want, when we get back--"

The intruder's smirk widened into a sharp-toothed grin. "Whatever I want, huh?" He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over Juro's ear. "That's a dangerous offer to make, sweet thing. You don't even know what I am..."

Juro blinked, a flicker of trepidation cutting through the haze of desperate arousal. He forced himself to focus on the man's face, taking in details he'd overlooked in his earlier desperation. The intruder's skin was rough with orange and brown stripes like a sandstone. And his eyes... now that Juro really looked, he could see they weren't just violet, but faceted like cut gemstones, glittering in the dim light. His gaze caught on the delicate points of the intruder's ears peeking out from under tousled black hair. Not human ears at all, but more like...

"You're an elf?" Juro blurted out, his eyes widening in shock.

The intruder chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. "The name's Martini." He leaned in closer, his gemstone eyes glittering with mischief and something darker. "You know, I applied for Professor Tok's little program. I mean, sexual research assistant? Count me in, right? But would you believe it? They turned me down. Threw out my application. Something about being too rough."

Martini scoffed, shaking his head. "Which is crazy, right? So I figured, why not crash the party? See what the professor's up to first hand." His gaze raked over Juro's exposed body, taking in every altered detail with a hungry intensity.

Juro shrank back as much as he could on the platform, sudden dread filling his gut as he took in Martini's predatory expression. This was no savior - this creature clearly had no intention of helping him escape.

"N-no, please, I didn't mean..." Juro stammered, trying to cover his exposed body with shaking hands. But it was no use. The aphrodisiacs still surging through his system left him weak and uncoordinated.

Martini chuckled darkly, advancing on the platform. "Didn't mean it? But you said you'd do anything, sweet thing. And I'm very interested in seeing exactly what the professor's cooked up here."

His faceted eyes glittered with cruel amusement as they roved over Juro's trembling form, drinking in every humiliating alteration - his swollen, dripping anus, the throbbing nub of his pseudo-clit, his red and enlarged nipples.

Juro flushed with shame, desperately trying to close his legs, to hide his unnatural anatomy from that piercing violet gaze.

"Mmm, look at you," Martini purred, reaching out to trail rough fingers up Juro's inner thigh, gathering the slick dripping from his flexing hole. "They've really done a number on you, haven't they? Turned you into a needy little breeding hole, gagging for any cock that comes along."

Juro shook his head frantically, tears spilling down his cheeks. "No, no I don't want this! Please, you have to help me!"

But Martini just laughed. "Help? Oh I'll help myself, that's for sure."

Panic seized Juro then, breaking through the fog of drugged lust. With a burst of desperate strength, he lurched up from the platform, shoving at Martini's broad chest. Caught off guard, the creature stumbled back a step and Juro seized his chance.

He scrambled off the other side of the exam table on wobbly legs, his altered center of gravity nearly sending him sprawling. But sheer terror kept him upright and he staggered desperately for the door, his swollen tits bouncing and ass drooling with every jolting step.

Behind him, Martini's laughter turned vicious. "Go ahead and run, sweet thing. I do love a good chase."

Juro choked on a sob, reaching for the door panel with a shaking hand. But before he could hit the release, a large hand seized his wrist in a crushing grip and yanked him backwards.

Martini's rough hands squeezed Juro's hips and he effortlessly hoisted the smaller man up and over his broad shoulder. Juro cried out and flailed, his heavy breasts jostling against Martini's back as the golem carried him back towards the dreaded breeding device.

"No, please! Put me down!" Juro begged, pummeling Martini's sandstone-like skin with weak fists. But his drugged body was no match for the creature's strength.

Martini just chuckled darkly, giving Juro's plump ass a hard smack. "Settle down, sweet thing. You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this ripe little body."

With that, he dumped Juro face-down onto the breeding bench, knocking the breath from his lungs. Before Juro could struggle upright, Martini planted a hand between his shoulder blades and shoved him back down, bending him over the table.

Juro whimpered as his sensitive breasts were crushed against the cold metal. He could feel Martini's press against his hip and upturned ass. The rasp of his rough skin felt like sandpaper as his hands slid over Juro's curves.

"P--please, don't do this," Juro stammered out, his face burning with humiliation at being manhandled and exposed like this. "I'm a man, I'm not-- I don't want--"

"Shhh," Martini cut him off, kneading the globes of Juro's buttocks, his thumbs dipping close to his slick opening. "Doesn't matter what you used to be. Professor Tok has made you into the perfect little fucktoy. And toys are meant to be played with."

He punctuated the last words with sharp smacks to Juro's ass, making him jolt and clench. Wetness gushed from his empty hole and he bit his lip hard to choke back a moan, hating how his body responded to the degrading words.

Martini chuckled. "See? Your body knows what it was made for."

Juro felt the stone-like creature shift behind him, then hot breath ghosted over his puffed donut-hole as Martini knelt down, shoving his face between Juro's spread cheeks. Juro yelped at the first swipe of Martini's textured tongue over his sensitive flesh, the rough surface sending sparks of unwanted pleasure rattling up his spine.

"No! That's--don't put your mouth--AH!" Juro's protests dissolved into a wail as Martini sealed his lips around Juro's ass ring.

Martini pressed his face deeper between Juro's cheeks, his sandpaper tongue lapping and sucking the pronounced folds of Juro's altered anus. He groaned, lapping up the steady trickle of slick. "Fuck, you taste like honey and spice. I could get addicted to this taste."

Juro shook his head frantically, biting his lip to stifle the moans that wanted to spill out. He wouldn't give this cruel elf the satisfaction. But his body betrayed him, his hips shifting back against Martini's face, seeking more of that deliciously rough friction against his sensitive flesh.

Martini just chuckled darkly, the vibrations making Juro shudder. He lifted Juro's hips, giving himself access to all of Juro's groin, pleasure button to ass. Martinig licked a long strip of saliva from Juro's boy clit all the way up his smooth taint and ending at his hole. Stars burst behind Juro's eyes.

Martini began to flick the tip of his tongue rapidly over Juro's swollen clit, making the human cry out in overstimulation.

"N-no, don't lick me there!" Juro clamped his thighs together to block the elf's access to his most intimate places. Shame and revulsion churned in his gut at the violation even as treacherous pleasure sparked through him.

Martini growled in annoyance and abruptly stood up. Before Juro could feel any relief, a heavy palm cracked down on his upturned ass, making him howl. Martini rained down stinging slaps, covering Juro's cheeks and thighs in a layer of burning heat.

"Keep those legs spread, sweet thing, or you'll get worse than a spanking," Martini warned, his voice a dark promise. He smacked Juro's reddened ass again in emphasis, wringing a sobbing yelp from Juro's throat.

Fresh tears streamed down Juro's face but as much as it shamed him, his body moved to obey the command. He slowly relaxed his thighs, letting them fall open once more, presenting his most vulnerable places for Martini's use.

"That's better," Martini purred, kneeling back down. He landed a few more slaps directly on Juro's dripping man cunt, the impacts making obscene wet sounds as they connected with his slick opening. Juro shrieked, his hips bucking, but he didn't dare close his legs again.

Martini zeroed in on Juro's swollen clit, spanking the sensitive nub directly with quick, sharp smacks of his fingers. The intense sensation straddled the knife's edge between pleasure and pain, lighting up every nerve ending until Juro was openly sobbing, jerking and twitching helplessly against the breeding bench.

Martini smirked. "Should've just kept your legs open, huh? Have you learned your lesson now, sweet thing?"

"Please, please, it's too much!"

Martini just smirked, ignoring Juro's sobs and pleas as he alternated spanks between the human's asshole and clit. "Too much? Oh sweetness, I'm just getting started with this greedy cunt."

With that, he stood up. Juro craned his neck, trying to see what Martini was doing, and his eyes widened in shock and fear as the intruder pulled out his cock.

Do none of these aliens have a normal size dick?!

It was thick and long, with prominent ridges running along the shaft. But what made Juro recoil was the surface - just like Martini's skin, his cock was rough and textured, like sandpaper.

"No! It'll tear me apart!" Juro cried out, trying to scramble away. But Martini just laughed and grabbed his hips, yanking him back into place.

"So what? You can just be stitched back together again," Martini growled. He pushed the tip of his cock between Juro's legs, rubbing it against Juro's swollen clit and making Juro jolt and moan.

Then, sliding it back and nuzzling it up against Juro's modified cunt, Martini snapped his hips forward. Juro screamed, his back bowing as he was split open on the huge, textured intrusion. The rough ridges scraped deliciously along his sensitive inner walls, lighting up every nerve ending.

To Juro's shock and humiliation, the searing stretch and friction catapulted him into an immediate, intense orgasm. His altered cunt spasmed and clenched around Martini's pistoning cock, rippling with contractions as slick gushed out around the thick shaft. Juro wailed, thrashing against the breeding bench as ecstasy ripped through him.

"Fuck yes, milk my cock, you desperate little slut," Martini snarled, not slowing his ruthless pace at all. He pounded into Juro's flexing hole, grinding his rough cock over Juro's prostate on every pass.

Juro sobbed, shaking with the force of Martini's thrusts. The sandpaper texture of his cock was maddening, scraping over Juro's sensitive spots and keeping him right on the edge. Just as one orgasm started to ebb, the overwhelming sensation would crest again, sending Juro crashing into another shaking climax.

The brutal fucking seemed to go on forever, Juro reduced to a limp, drooling mess. Endless waves of intense pleasure battered him, his cock spilling helplessly onto the floor as his man cunt gushed and squelched obscenely around Martini's pistoning length.

Just when Juro thought he couldn't take anymore, Martini reached around and cruelly pinched Juro's puffy, oversensitive nipples between his rough fingers. Juro howled at the intense sensation, back arching as he felt an unfamiliar pressure building in his swollen chest.

Suddenly, thin streams of liquid sprayed from his nipples, splattering onto the breeding bench below. Martini grunted in surprise, pulling back slightly to examine the pearly fluid now coating his rough fingers.

Martini laughed in delight, milking Juro's tits harder, coaxing out more of the mysterious fluid.

"Well, well, looks like the good professor gave you a few more upgrades," Martini chuckled darkly. He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth and lapped at the liquid, his faceted eyes flaring brighter. "Fuck, you're delicious. Who's the lucky creature that gets to milk these fat udders every day?"

Juro shuddered, his cheeks burning with humiliation as more fluid leaked from his sensitive nipples. The idea of being milked like a cow, of his body being altered to produce some kind of... of breast milk, made his stomach turn. And yet... yet his traitorous cock throbbed at the depravity, at being reduced to nothing but a set of holes and tits to be used.

Noticing Juro's reaction, Martini grinned viciously. He pistoned his hips faster, fucking into Juro's sloppy cunt with animalistic grunts. At the same time, he kept a relentless rhythm pinching and tugging Juro's puffy nipples, sending bolts of pleasure-pain straight to his core.

Martini used Juro like a cock sleeve, milk spraying from his bouncing tits with every devastating thrust. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and Juro's constant, desperate moans echoed obscenely through the room.

Martini's fingers on his nipples were maddening, alternately twisting, flicking and tugging on the sensitive peaks. He rolled the swollen nubs between his fingertips, then pinched down viciously, making Juro shriek and clench around his pistoning cock.

"That's it, milk my cock while I milk these slutty tits. Gonna fuck you and milk you the rest of the day."

Juro's head thrashed mindlessly, overwhelmed by the dual assault on his nipples and cunt. His body was no longer his own, completely at the mercy of Martini's cruel touches, a toy for the stone-creature's pleasure.

Milk poured constantly from his throbbing nipples now, his chest feeling hot and swollen, aching for release. His pussy clenched and rippled, slick streaming down his thighs as he was pounded into mercilessly. Juro lost all sense of time, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, an alarm blared through the room, red lights flashing.

"Fuck!" Martini snarled. With a last few vicious thrusts, he hilted deep and came with a roar, his cock erupting and pumping Juro full of his thick seed.

Juro shuddered, whimpering as come gushed into his passage, his stomach cramping from the amount. Martini rutted through his orgasm, grinding into Juro's limp, cum-logged body, before pulling out with a filthy wet sound.

Juro collapsed face-first onto the breeding bench, mewling weakly as sticky globs of the creature's semen dribbled out of his swollen, gaping hole, joining the puddles of slick and milk on the floor. His entire body throbbed with overuse, his nipples puffy and red, his hole stretched wide and prolapsed, the tender inner flesh on display.

"Oops, looks like they summoned the cavalry. I gotta go." Martini smirked and pinched a red prolapsed fold. Juro twitched. "Don't worry. The professor will tighten you back up. But, thanks for the ride, sweet thing," Martini hastily tucked himself away, "Maybe I'll come back later to save you... or for another taste. Ciao!"

With that, the intruder made his escape, slipping out just as Professor Tok and the others rushed into the lab, weapons drawn. They pulled up short at the sight that greeted them - Juro splayed out on the breeding bench like a debauched feast, coated in fluids, moaning deliriously.

"The specimen!" Professor Tok exclaimed, gliding over to examine Juro. Their tentacles probed the human's dripping, prolapsed hole, scooping up some of the oozing come. "It seems that vicious intruder made free use of you."

Juro could only whimper, flinching weakly at the squelching, wet sounds as the professor explored his tender, gaping passage. But Tok made a pleased noise as he saw the puddles of milk decorating the floor and bench.

"Oh my! The hormonal treatments and genetic modifications have stimulated your mammary glands to begin lactating. And quite prolifically too, based on the volume produced."

The professor turned to the students hovering nearby. "Collect samples for testing. I want a full analysis of the nutritional composition, volume, and taste. This could be a lucrative product to market to certain species with a fondness for human milk."

As the students scurried to follow his orders, Professor Tok returned their attention to Juro's lower half. They tisked as they probed the human's red, prolapsed hole, the delicate inner flesh inflamed and chafed from the brutal fucking.

"It seems our intruder was not gentle with you. This level of prolapse and tearing will require surgical correction if you are to remain viable for live breeding." His tentacles continued their clinical invasion of Juro's most intimate places, assessing the damage.

Juro could only sob brokenly as the professor handled him with cold, detached touches, probing and prodding his abused flesh. The clinical terminology and discussion of his body like a product only compounded his humiliation and trauma.