Chapter 1
Unam didn't know how long he'd been strapped to the table. He had awoken here, some days or weeks or months ago. It had happened once, twice, maybe 50 times. This time was no different. The mass of tentacles seeped under the doorway, standing below his feet. The mass contorted into a female figure, attractive by most human standards except for the odd lavender hue and the bundles of tentacles in lieu of arms and legs, with a lovely face and breasts. It wrapped itself around him, its warmth no longer a surprise; these were not cold blooded creatures. He felt himself becoming erect underneath it, its breasts rubbing against him. He tried to will himself soft because he knew what would be next, but a slimy warm tentacle wrapped itself around his cock and he couldn't help himself. He groaned with pleasure, and the thing peered at him and smiled wickedly. The tentacle rubbed itself all over his cock until it was fully erect. At the same time it both released him from the flexible webbing that kept him tied to the table, and its arm tentacles wrapped around his arms whilst its leg tentacles wrapped around his legs. The tentacles gradually tightened and he was immobilised; he could a wiggle a little, but only to thrust upwards a bit, no more.
The aliens all looked different; different hues, although all a bit pastel. The last had been more of a cream colour. And more violent. This one almost seemed gentle by comparison. But it would not spare Unam, no, because he now felt simultaneously a little gentle probe of both the tip of his cock and at the time of his anus. Despite his fear his cock jerked in erotic pleasure and he moaned. He felt a little tickle as something slid a little down his pee hole. The tentacle at his anus slipped in easily at first, worming its way in, but now he felt himself clenching, trying to expel it. A tentacle wrapped itself around his balls as the thing at his cock tried to insert itself even deeper. Although it was very narrow and lacked suckers, unlike the tentacles, it was still thicker at the base than at the tip, and very long. He felt it slide deeper and deeper into his cock and it began both to feel good and to hurt.
Unam wasn't entirely sure what the tube was but he'd begun to theorise. After a session he'd often wee out (rather painfully) little soft balls that looked a bit like salmon roe. So he thought maybe the tube was an ovipositor, like what insects have. But none of the eggs ever hatched so he wondered what was the point of all this, except that maybe the aliens were enjoying it.
This one was making a sort of rasping noise. They couldn't talk, or if they could they never did too him. The tentacle at his bottom slid even further in and he felt his anus give into the intrusion, relaxing around it. The ovipositor slid out a little and he felt a little relief. But then it slid back in, this time going in even deeper. He cried out a bit and the creature immediately shoved a tentacle in his mouth. They hated human sounds, he had guessed at this point, because that was always their reaction to them. But now he had no way to signal his distress as the ovipositor went in, and out, and in again, always a bit deeper. The tentacle at his anus took advantage of its relaxed state and wormed itself even deeper.
Suddenly Unam felt an odd sensation; he could feel the ovipositor inside his balls. The ovipositor must have wormed itself into his vas deferens. It had never done that before; every other time it seemed to have stopped at his bladder. The tentacle at his ass began to thrust violently and the pain of it made him soften a bit. Then he felt the ovipositor pulse and he felt an intense pain in his balls. He felt himself go limp.
Then the tentacles retracted everywhere, sliding down off the table and towards the door. The door opened slowly upwards and the creature sent under, but instead of going back down it stayed up, about a two feet above the floor.
Unam sat up and looked out the door for a while. It was mostly dark. There were a few pale lavender tentacles there, writhing. I think it's waiting for me, he thought. Eventually he got up off the table and walked towards the door.
Izzy
Izzy shivered. The room was cold, and the floor colder, but she was tired of standing, and sitting, and there was nothing to sit or lay on. So she was cold. So cold.
She was also incredibly bored. There was nothing to look at or do. They did feed her, but that didn't occupy her long, even with the added difficulty of having to eat with no hands. They had tied her hands behind her back with some sort of flexible webbing, which allowed her some movement but not enough to eat with. Or masturbate, which also would have passed the time. She wasn't one of those rare women who could orgasm just by thinking. All her imagination could do was rile her up enough to make her incredibly frustrated.
The door to her cold room started to rise up. She sat up with interest. Something was happening, and something was better than nothing. At least so far.
A ball of rolling lavender tentacles came from under the door, towards her. One tentacle reached out and touched her back. She felt sproings of release as the tentacle gradually cut through the webbing binding her arms. Another tentacle gently tweaked her nipple and she felt a shot of pleasure.
Then something else interesting happened. Behind the monster in walked a man. A human. He was completely nude, covering his genitals with his hands. He looked young, younger than her certainly. He hung back. A tentacle wrapped around him and gently tugged and pulled him forward.
Then the monster did its slow repulsive roll away and the door closed, leaving them there, trapped again, together.
"How long have you been here," she asked, shivering.
