Farrahs Encounter Ch 02

Author's note: the following is a sequel to my story "Farrah's Encounter". In Chapter One, a human escort named Farrah enjoys a unique evening of sex with a Xhorthian rebel leader named Persey before an ill-timed interruption by The Guard. Persey is taken into custody, and Farrah is left shaken and confused... and with a piece of Persey inside of her... Enjoy!

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I arrive home in the middle of the night to a sleeping house.

There are fifteen of us employed under Mara, all crammed into a three-story, eight-bedroom house in a region of The Outpost often referred to as the "bad" part of town. Our neighborhood is crawling with questionable people doing questionable things, but nonetheless, it's a place to rest my head and enjoy safety in numbers.

At this time of the night -- or should I say, early morning -- most of the residents of Mara's House are either away on "overnights" or are returning from a long night of work. I quietly climb up to the bedroom that I share with three others, taking the steps gingerly so as not to jostle the fleshy object up my rear. By the time I reach the third floor, my body is stiff and desperate for relief.

I spend the better part of an hour in the bathroom attempting to expel the Xhorthian penis to no avail. It remains firmly, stubbornly, lodged up my ass, with no signs of wanting to come out. "What do you want from me?" I hiss under my breath, not even sure if the damned thing understands me. I'm racking my brain for ideas that don't involve carrying the penis for the rest of eternity or having the thing surgically removed, but I'm coming up blank.

I wonder what's being done to Persey at this very moment -- the rebel leader who's penis I'm apparently responsible for. Even though I don't really know him, I'm furious with him for putting me in such a position. The penis twitches purposefully inside of me, which I take to mean that we're in agreement on the matter.

But I also can't stop thinking about him. I feel a pang of fear for this person I barely know who is likely being tortured at this very moment.

I crawl into my twin bed and pull the covers completely over myself, trying my hardest to forget about my unwelcome intruder. The constant wiggling makes it very difficult to concentrate on falling asleep, and eventually, I give up. I spend the rest of the night contemplating how I'm going to get this thing out of me, and I come to the conclusion that I won't be able to do it alone.

My closest friend in this house is Triss. I catch Triss alone in the hallway the next morning and beckon her into the bathroom with me. Triss comes from a rare species of humanoid frog-lizards, and she's quite possibly the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Her black hair is bound into a tight braid, signaling that she has been assigned house chores for the day rather than street work. Her spotted, silvery skin catches the light every time she moves, almost as mesmerizing as her emerald-green eyes. A spiked tail trails in her wake, poking out from a well-designed hole in the fabric of her shorts. I know enough not to get on Triss's bad side; the tail serves as a weapon should the situation call for it.

Though I consider Triss my closest friend at Mara's, we are by no means close enough to warrant what I am about to ask her.

"I have a bit of a situation," I begin.

"What kind of situation?" she asks, and after a moment of studying me, "Why are you standing funny?"

I adjust my stance as best I can given the alien penis lodged in my bowels. "My client last night was a Xhorthian." I keep my voice low to prevent the thin walls from betraying me. I conveniently forget to mention that said Xhorthian was a rebel leader, because I don't feel Triss needs to know such a thing.

It takes a lot to surprise Triss, but she is positively stunned by this revelation. "Shut up," she says, her jaw agape. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

We lean towards each to exchange whispers. "What was he like?"

I am thoughtful in my response. "He wasn't scary at all. He was very kind, actually. Not at all how I imagined one of them to be like." After a moment, I add, "He was taken by The Guard right in front of me."

Triss's arm grips my own. "Are you alright?"

I wave off her concern. "They took me in for questioning, but they didn't hurt me. I didn't give them anything useful."

"So, what's the problem?"

I hesitate, not quite sure how to begin. "Do you know anything about how they mate? The Xhorthians, I mean."

"No, why would I?"

"Their penises detach from their bodies," I begin, waiting for Triss's reaction. "They control the organ telepathically. It travels inside the vagina all on its own, into the uterus in search of an egg, and then, you know..."

Triss's eyes widen as they drift towards my pelvic region, noting for the first time that I'm perhaps a few pounds heavier than I normally am. "Oh my god. You mean... it's still... in your womb?"

"Well... not exactly. It's in a different place, actually." My head hangs with shame.

"Oh my god, Farrah." Triss continues to stare at me, and I know she's imagining how it happened. My cheeks burn red.

"It won't come out," I say, desperation leaking out of me from the seams. "I can't think of what else to do. I need your help, Triss."

Her face contorts into a grimace as she fully realizes what I'm asking her to do, but she quickly composes herself -- the upside of being in our line of work is that most of the girls have seen some pretty disgusting things in their day. Things involving tentacles and multiple limbs and hidden orifices. My hope is that Triss won't be at all phased by the extraction she's about to perform. And sure enough, she says, "Well, we should probably do this in the bathtub."

"I really appreciate this, Triss."

I quickly strip off my clothes, modesty the least of my concerns, and lay down on my back in the tub while Triss fetches a bottle of lubricant from the medicine cabinet.

I hoist my legs in the air and spread my cheeks. The penis stiffens inside of me, panicking, perhaps sensing it's time of reckoning is near. Triss positions herself between my legs, her entire right arm coated with lubricant up to the elbow. My asshole clenches instinctively at the sight -- whereas the Xhorthian penis has the ability to squeeze through the tightest of my orifices, Triss's hand will remain its current, rigid shape. Will I be able to take it?

Triss begins by carefully inserting two fingers into my asshole. She saws them in and out, loosening me up while not quite meeting my eyes. I, too, find other things in the bathroom to look at. Hopefully one day we'll be able to look back on this event and laugh. Triss adds a third and fourth finger, then her thumb, then her knuckles. Soon, I've taken her entire fist.

The supposedly mindless reproductive organ has survival instincts if nothing else -- as Triss's hand reaches past my sphincter, it crawls further into me in an attempt to escape capture, causing my body to jerk like a puppet in response.

"Alright, I'm going to go in deeper and try to feel for it," says Triss. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine; just get it over with." Triss's arm slides into me with ease, thanks to the copious amount of lubricant she applied beforehand. I'm trying my best to quell the feelings of pleasure beginning to manifest in my lower belly, because now is definitely not the time.

But my friend is no fool. "I had no idea you were such an anal whore, Farrah," Triss mutters with a smirk, sinking further into me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say my friend was enjoying watching me squirm.

"Can we focus on the task at hand?" I beg of her, my words coming out in between haggard breaths.

Triss nods and continues her plunder of my asshole. My eyes glaze over as her hand fishes inside my colon for the disembodied penis. Loud, squelching noises fill the room, providing an awkward soundtrack to the second strangest day of my life.

It's unfortunate that Triss has an up-close view of my nether region, for she immediately notices when arousal fluid leaks from between my cunt lips.

"You're enjoying this?" Triss demands, equally exasperated and amused. "Farrah! You little anal slut! Is there even a Xhorthian penis up here? Or did you just want me to fist you?!" She's taunting me, of course, but I'm still annoyed with her.

"If you manage to get it out of me, you can have a turn!" I promise her, failing to fight the wave of pleasure from having my ass filled so wonderfully.

"Well, the more relaxed you are, the easier this will be," she points out. "You might as well make yourself come."

I pale at her suggestion. "I can't do that in front of you!"

She rolls her eyes at me. "My arm is literally buried up your ass, Farrah, so I think we're past embarrassment. An orgasm might help you expel this thing."

I can't help it -- I reach down to rub slow circles around my clit with my index finger. A groan releases from my chest, likely alerting others in the house that something funny is happening in the third-floor bathroom, but I'm too far gone to care.

Triss nods encouragingly at me while she continues to feel around inside of my rectum. "That's it, I think I've almost got it. Keep trying to relax. Can you give me a good, strong orgasm, Farrah?"

I circle my clit faster and faster, feeling Triss's arm twist and turn, closing in on the alien member.

Triss's lips are pursed in deep concentration, her brow furrowed, but she still hasn't managed to get a grip on the stupid thing. "It's a slippery little thing," she grunts, reaching further into me yet. "There's only so deep he can go."

"It's not 'little' in the slightest," I argue, but I'm only half-paying attention, for there is a worm-like organ tunneling through my large intestine and my asshole is wrapped around Triss's elbow, and I have never felt such bliss or simultaneously such embarrassment in my short life.

At long last, I feel Triss's hand wrap around the organ's thick body as she exclaims, "I've got it!" She proceeds to yank the organ out of me in one quick swoop, and the feeling of my bowels emptying so suddenly sends me over the edge of a waiting orgasm. The alien member flops wildly on the floor of the porcelain tub like a fish out of water, splattering flecks of lubricant across every surface, and prompting Triss to shriek like a banshee and hop out of the tub.

The penis starts to panic, searching for a place to hide, and I'm sitting there naked in the tub with my legs spread wide and oozing fluids from my recent climax. I realize my mistake a moment before it happens: seeing my cunt unguarded, the penis lurches directly for my exposed hole, slipping inside of me faster than I can grab it. It shoots up my tunnel and climbs through my cervix, settling into my womb with ease like it did the night before at the motel. A small bump materializes between my hips.

"No!" Tears of frustration streak down my cheeks. In hindsight, we should've had a cage ready to lock it up. I feel like such an idiot! All we've managed to do is relocate the damned thing from one cavity of my body to another. And this particular cavity will be a lot more difficult to reach.

Triss echoes my thoughts. "Well, shit. I don't think I can reach it in there..."

The bathroom door is thrown open, and Mara is standing there, clad in a floral nightgown and a scowl, her manicured hands on her hips. She takes in the scene: me, naked in a bathtub with a sticky mess between my thighs and a distended stomach, and Triss, braced against the sink positively drenched with lube, obviously involved somehow. My heart drops into my stomach as I behold the furious expression on my employer's face.

"What on Planet Earth is going on in here?"