CHAPTER SIX -- HUMILIATION AND DESPAIR
The instant Julie tries to move, the memories come flooding back. Her face rests on slippery mud, her entire body is coated with a stinking mulch in which blind things wriggle aimlessly. Night has fallen, firelight glances from her coated flesh, loud insistent drumming echoes in the clearing.
And slippery hands rove her body!
Three giant web-footed aliens rudely handle her. Although half Julie's size, the things remind her a bit of alien creatures although with bigger webby feet. They tower above her mud-smeared face. Her immediate name for them is Webbys. Their eyes glow with alien magic, and they work intelligently as they wash her with soapy water, scrubbing everywhere with rough wads of dried moss. At least that smelly goo is going away!
Close by, her crewmate Jayelin's splayed ass projects above the muddy beach. And there is Zody, also captive to the mud. Blocky-headed Webbys with glowing eyes surround them; with buckets of soapy water the aliens lather their helpless flesh.
The women had thirstily consumed their bowls of a local narcotic, thinking it was only water. Julie recalls wild dreams as her mind spun into dark oblivion. She shudders at what could have been done to her during that lurid darkness.
Julie watches two Webbys scrub Jayelin. One of them with flat webbed hands lewdly massages the lovely buttocks, stretches the helpless girl's ass cheeks wide apart while another soaps her crotch from her belly and up her slippery back. Julie can see Jayelin's hips move hungrily, straining, legs imprisoned in the sucking mud. Beyond her control, the poor girl responds to the intimate touching. And to the drugs. Occasionally, Julie hears a soft moan from Jayelin's lips.
Julie tries to understand what is happening, not sure her mind is working properly. The scene is real, but immersed in unreality. Her head is lost in the trance of pulsing drums, the rhythmic croaks of interplanetary Webbys undulates through the dark forest.
The Webbys pour buckets of clear pond water over the women, rinsing away the white suds and leaving muddy puddles around them. Now smaller webbed aliens approach the captives, carrying buckets full of oily slop.
Julie wriggles as webbed hands begin smearing hot syrupy oil between her captive legs. This is a different touch than before, a slow stroking over her slippery bottom from clit to starfish. Heat from the oil sends a warm glow through her abdomen. In spite of her revulsion, Julie's hips try to follow the stroking fingers. She can see Jayelin's hips rocking under the gentle stroking she receives from two of the creatures. What fucking planet are these guys from? So strange. The girl gives a hungry moan when knobby fingers probe her sensitive flesh.
The Webbys retreat. Zody's breathy voice pleads, "No, don't stop now. Oh please."
Now many web-footed aliens ring them in the firelight. Everywhere around them are flat, expressionless faces with slitted mouths and glowing eyes. Another spaceship lands beyond the trees, and still more aliens arrive in the clearing, pushing and shoving for the best view. The nearest Webbys are pressed bodily against the women by the crowded throng behind. Julie shivers to feel rapid breathing on her exposed flanks. Zody and Jayelin are likewise surrounded in shuffling alien flesh.
The drums rise to deafening crescendo, and a procession parts the crowded mass, led by a truly giant Webby which shuffles forward in a crouched position. The alien stops directly before Julie's astonished eyes, blocking her view of Zody and Jayelin. The attending Webbys retreat to join the slippery throng, which now numbers in the thousands. The drums stop, the croaking chorus echoes off into dark forest.
Silence.
Julie stares transfixed at the massive alien. Firelight glints from slick, greenish skin. In the sitting posture, the thing is easily four feet high. The head is a misshapen block nearly two feet across the jaw. A jaw that now opens wide in an obscene yawn, allowing a tongue to snake out long and thick before curling back inside. The alien creature turns its head to regard Julie, and she shudders, frozen in the stare of two empty, glowing eyes.
Staring fixedly at the grotesque face, Julie loses track of time. Something is there! In the power of that otherworldly alien mind, a connection forms between them. Many minutes pass in the hushed stillness of massed bodies as Julie waits, riveted by the impassive gaze. Before the creature turns away, Julie hears in her mind a crisp, confident voice, clear as anything the Linguist had ever spoken.
"I'm saving you for last, cow."
At these controlling words, Julie's pussy lets go a squirting orgasm and her nipples fountain. The Webby alien mass behind her slaps their hands together in enthusiastic applause, causing Julie to blush hotly.
After that shocking declaration, all Julie sees of the alien creature is its fat back as it swivels toward Jayelin. Without ceremony the fat Webby makes a galumphing leap to land heavily on the girl's immobilized hindquarters, as if she were his private stool. Jayelin gives a screech of fright and grunts as her body strains beneath the alien's weight.
The warty alien squats with hind feet the size of swim fins on Jayelin's bare, sweaty, lovely ass. Webbed forepaws grip her shoulders. The giant's hefty thighs adjust into position directly above Jayelin's oiled pussy, and a pointed white penis tip extends below the short flat tail. The unearthly corkscrew elongates in a spiraling motion, nearly touches the mud beneath Jayelin's wide-spread crotch.
The Webby does not need to move; the penis manages everything quite well, swinging beneath Jayelin's belly and slithering through her oiled pussy, causing her to gasp. The penis coils more tightly, sliding rearward until the tip finds the girl's slippery opening. Jayelin's frantic squeals of fright are the only sounds. To Julie's shock, Jayelin's pussy lips open as a yawning mouth, the very picture of a devouring sex-hog. The woman's love tunnel ripples in anticipation and her pussy lips flap like applauding butterfly wings.
From the mystic forest, drums begin a slow, steady monotone rhythm, and with it, sensuous music. Julie has never heard sounds like these, strange, unearthly. She perceives an intelligence and artistry from among the stars, sounds which call her mind away. Almost. Her eyes are drawn to the giant alien perched on Jayelin's haunches.
The penis uncoils, slithering forward into Jayelin's welcoming girl-hole, which is now hot and dank as the sweaty night. She arches her back and takes a sharp breath. The penis is capable of extending and retracting, which it does, slowly and deliberately, inside the Earth girl's clasping tenderness. She arches to lower her belly, allowing the Webby complete access to her overheated sex, which now squeezes around the marauding male organ. Julie watches in dismay.
**My god, is she actually digging it?**
While the alien creature parks motionless atop the girl's hips, the penis continues its slow probing, stroking and tickling every secret place within the sweet girl's love-tunnel. Transported on hypnotic music, Jayelin mates with the rhythm of the drums. With arching back and rocking hips, the lovely woman performs a tantalizing twerk-fuck that slurps the corkscrew prick deep inside her, coil by coil. She occasionally announces her success with a shuddering feminine gasp of ultimate surrender.
About this time Julie feels something brush her inner thigh, looks down between her legs and finds to her horror that a fat plant bulb has been placed there, a plant she recognizes, which now extends a wide fleshy mouth upward toward her oiled crotch. The top is a wide circular disc fringed with waving fronds. As if finding a scent, the plant leaps the distance, slapping its fleshy mouth over Julie's pussy with a loud pop, emitting a vulgar flatus as the seal is made.
Julie's shrieks carry a mix of pain and degradation. Behind her, the Webbys are high-fiving one another and applauding with raucous laughter. For the first time, Julie feels humiliated. She has a pumping sucker plant glued to her dripping pussy. And these goddamn things are intelligent! Julie is too; she's smart enough to know this feels fucking good.
Sitting on Jayelin's upraised ass, the King does not turn, merely continues his stolid penetration of the slow-humping captive pussy beneath him. He extends his forelegs until he sits upright on Jayelin's bare haunches. The alien creature's gross body perpendicular to her jutted ass, Jayelin gives a drawn-out piggy squeal at her intimate and complete subjugation beneath the fat alien, who gestures dreamily in the air as though conducting a symphony.
And Jayelin is his instrument.
Her body twerks and shudders, her moans become louder in rhythm. Yet more aliens emerge from the forest at the edge of the packed mob, and these are not all Webbys. There are many shaggy four-foots, a species of lizard-bat she's never seen before, and others she cannot recognize, all gathered to take in the show. Julie is reminded that women's sexual sounds in ancient tribal days were meant to attract all the males to join the gang fuck. Jayelin sings her siren song into the night, beguiling the ears of every male within miles.
The most obscene moment arrives when Jayelin's hips stop moving. The desired connection has been reached. The subjugated woman is commanded silently to freeze in position, open to him as the penis-tip corkscrews through her cervix, invades and locks itself deep in her most sacred chamber. Their bodies are literally bolted together by the huge alien creature's corkscrew thing, their minds enraptured in cosmic ecstasy. Only Jayelin and the alien creature are aware of this connection, as the seminal fluid in the alien creature's dangling sac begins to flow as from a garden hose, to empty deep within the girl's plundered loins. Jayelin's nipples spray wildly into the mud and her eyes close.
Julie wakens to the rising sound of drums, applauding Webbys, and female screaming. Where Jayelin was mired in the ground there remain only muddy puddles. She is gone.
The Webby is climbing down from Zody's haunches. Her head rests in the mud, her body heaves with aftershocks from a string of intergalactic orgasms.