Farrahs Encounter Ch 03

Author's note: This is the third installment in my series "Farrah's Encounter" and is intended to be read after the first two chapters. In chapter one, Farrah meets up with a client who turns out to be a powerful Xhorthian rebel leader named Persey -- and who also has a detachable penis. Their initial encounter ends with the penis inside of an unfortunate body cavity and Persey's untimely capture. In chapter two, Farrah's friend Triss attempts to help her remove the penis to no avail. At this point, Farrah is feeling rather desperate... Enjoy!

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I find myself seated across from Mara in her minimally decorated office, a place no working girl wants to be, the smoke of her cigarette suffocating me as if it were the grip of her own hand. Triss was allowed to go about her day after a stern talking-to, but not before being given additional chores for her role as my accomplice.

I shift in my seat, silent, while I wait for her to deal out my punishment. My protruding belly is a heavy weight between us. For once, Persey's penis is still.

Mara states what we're both thinking. "I can't have one of my girls carrying a Xhorthian penis."

I blurt out the idea before I can think about it. "Surely we could exploit a pregnancy fetish?" I suggest.

Mara's snake-like eyes narrow to slits. "Under other circumstances, sure, a pregnant escort might be useful to me. But I can't have The Guard sniffing around looking for anyone associated with the rebels."

"I know," I agree, my eyes downcast.

"We need to get this little problem of yours taken care of," she continues.

"But how? I've tried!" It was a rather botched attempt, but still, I feel like I've put in a good effort.

"I think the Xhorthians are the only ones who can help you. Lucky for you, I have a contact who knows where they're hiding on The Outpost. I'll give you the address -- you are to go there and get them to take the penis back."

So many things could go wrong with this plan. "What if they don't let me in? What if they don't trust me and don't want to help me?"

"You make them help you, Farrah. You are not to come back here with that thing still inside of you. Understand?" She breathes a puff of smoke into my face, momentarily stunning me.

"Yes, ma'am," I mutter under my breath.

I pocket the piece of paper she hands me which contains the address of the rebel sanctuary, perhaps the most important information I've ever been entrusted with. I will have to be discreet in this mission.

If this doesn't work, I don't know what I'll do.

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My clenched fist hesitates against the door of the crumbling apartment building, but eventually the knock lands, and I wait nervously for someone to answer. For someone to save me from this nightmare.

The door cracks slightly, revealing a glowing, violet eyeball ringed with gold. I'm clearly at the right place. A rough, male voice barks at me with no small amount of hostility, "What do you want?"

"Um, my name is Farrah. I'm an acquaintance of Persey's." I figured it would be best to cut to the chase.

The eyeball narrows in suspicion. "How do you know Persey?"

I throw a quick glance over each shoulder to make sure there aren't any passerby close enough to hear me. "I watched him get carried away by The Guard."

The eyeball widens in alarm. "He was captured?" Various murmurs of concern sound from behind the door, and I suspect there must be a handful of rebels living here in this apartment. A loud shush quiets the invisible crowd.

"I'm afraid so," I confirm, regrettably. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you."

The door opens wider to reveal a broad-shouldered male Xhorthian with buzzed black hair and muscular, tattooed arms. Even without use of his telepathic abilities, he could easily crush me like bug. "And how are you involved, exactly? Did Persey send you with a message?"

My eyes fall to my fraying sneakers as the confessions spills out of my mouth. "No, I only knew him briefly. I'm here because I need your help. I've, um, got something that belongs to him... " My hand lingers on my belly, drawing his attention to my swollen bump.

He takes in my awkward stance, my unlikely association with Persey, and he's slowly putting the pieces together. "Are you his girlfriend or something?"

"Um, not exactly. Like I said, our time together was very brief."

"I see. Well, come on inside. We'll see what we can do."

After a brief round of introductions, I find myself seated on a sunken couch in a dull, too-small living room between two female Xhorthians while several others hover around me. The male who answered the door is named Doran, and he appears to be the acting leader in Persey's absence. The female to my right is called Petra, who offered me a kind smile as I sat down, as opposed to the female on my left, Salma, who is openly scowling at me.

There was some initial disbelief that Persey would ever seek out a prostitute, but my description of him proved largely convincing. Ultimately, the band of rebels came to the conclusion that I was not the one who ratted out their leader.

Many of them begin speaking at once while I sink further into the couch, desperate to ask for help but also not wanting to interrupt.

"A fool, to put himself in such a compromising position!" says Salma.

"If it was a distraction he was after, why couldn't he find that here?" asks a female with bleached eyebrows who I think might be named Liona.

"It is not up to us to question what Persey does in his free time," asserts Doran. "We must focus our efforts on freeing him before it's too late."

The conversation turns to strategy around the rescue mission, and nobody seems to be paying me any attention.

"Um," I squeak, "What about me?"

Silence washes over the room.

"Ah, yes, the human." Doran's tone suggests that I am a major inconvenience to both him and the cause. "I suppose we must find a way to remove Persey's organ from the girl."

Nobody offers up any ideas, so I decide to kick things off. "The penis has a mind of its own, right? Why hasn't it sought out a female of your species? Persey said it would do that."

Petra shakes her head. "That's not entirely true. The organ will seek out a female in the event of its host's death. Until then, it will essentially hunker down until it can be reunited with Persey. Since we have to assume that Persey is still alive, this is a rather unique situation. I'm afraid the penis might not cooperate with our efforts."

Sweat breaks out across my forehead. "Why can't it 'hunker down' inside one of you? Why won't it leave me alone?"

"You were the last object of Persey's desire, meaning entering you was its last directive from the host," continues Petra, her voice gentle. "One can assume that the organ is rather comfortable in your body. It likely sees no reason to leave until Persey commands it to do so."

My heartrate is increasing by the second, and suddenly the room is too small, the air too thick. "What do we do?"

It's Doran who speaks next, and his words are a knife through my chest. "You're harboring Persey's reproductive organ... the very future of our leader's bloodline. Therefore, we cannot let you leave until you've been separated from it."

Something like a panic attack materializes in my chest. "You mean you're keeping me prisoner?" My wavering voice reaffirms my status as a weakling human among these beings.

"Don't look at it like imprisonment," suggests Doran. "You want to be rid of the organ, correct? We will have to work together to accomplish separation."

"And how will we do that?" I ask.

Doran's next words are spoken with such authority that I know there is no room for compromise. "I will send my organ inside of you so that I can force Persey's out. Should my organ fail, we've got four other males here who would be up to the task."

I glance nervously around the room at the four other Xhorthian males, each of them towering and terrifying. So that's five total -- potentially five alien penises inside of me.

"What if that doesn't work?" I ask.

"Then we'll have to find some other way." He won't meet my eyes, and I'm left thinking of all the creative ways these people might try to extract the disembodied penis from my womb. "Let's focus on the task at hand. Petra, take the girl upstairs and get her ready. I'll be up in a minute."

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I am led to a bedroom on the second floor with simply a mattress and a dresser inside. The minimal furniture is not surprising; I assume these people don't put down anything remotely resembling roots, a symptom of always being on the run. The house is quiet, and I feel like I'm being led to my death.

The girl, Petra, is simply beautiful. She's tall and lean, with white-blonde hair that cascades in a waterfall down her back, and blue skin the exact color of the ocean. I feel a pang of annoyance towards Persey's penis; I've brought it before a beautiful female Xhorthian ripe for childbearing, and yet, it makes no move to evacuate my body.

Five male Xhorthians, including Doran, file into the room in which I am being held prisoner. I am not even told their names before Doran snaps, "Petra -- prepare yourself. We'll need a ready womb for the organ should we successfully remove it."

Petra strips naked, and I am left with an unobstructed view of her lean, blue body and ample breasts with deep blue nipples standing at attention. She keeps her eyes on mine, an intensity in her gaze that makes my blush a deep shade of red, while she folds herself into a sitting position at the end of the bed and sticks two fingers inside of herself. She pumps them in and out while I, and the five male Xhorthians, watch with rapt attention. Soon, the musky scent of Petra's arousal fills the room, and if it's this intoxicating to my own human nostrils, I can only hope the penis is equally as smitten.

I'm standing innocently in the middle of the room when invisible hands grab me and throw my body against the mattress. My arms and legs are spread into an X shape, invisible bonds keeping them firmly in place. I am completely unable to move. Petra moves to sit at my head, a frown on her beautiful face.

"What's happening?!" I demand, suspecting that it's Doran using his powers on me.

"Multiple Xhorthian penises together in a confined space will most likely lead to conflict. We can't have you thrashing around while we're trying to focus. We have to do this quickly; the rescue mission commences tomorrow, and Persey will need his penis in order to be at full strength."

"Sorry, Farrah," says Petra, stroking a strand of hair out of my face. "This doesn't have to be painful. I'll do my best to see that you enjoy this."

My heart stops beating as all five of them begin unbuckling their pants.

I've almost forgotten what they look like -- long, blue, and girthy, supported by hundreds of tiny, wiggling feet, not unlike a centipede.

Five of them land between my legs on the bed, and even though they don't have any eyes, they manage to look at me like I'm prey.

The penises have me surrounded.

My legs are spread wide; my cunt is unguarded. My traitorous hole twitches with anticipation.

The penis that steps up first is noticeably larger than Persey's, and I think it must be Doran's. It doesn't waste any time warming up to me -- it reaches my hole and bluntly nudges past my lips and into my tunnel with ease. Its malleable body slips into me easily, not at all slowed by my tight cunt or cervix. It's on a mission and it will not be stopped. I clench hard around the slippery organ as it squeezes through my insides, sagging into Petra's arms while my body reacts to being filled.

Petra reaches a hand between my legs and strokes my clit. "Just relax, Farrah. It will be over soon."

Doran stands at the foot of the bed; eyes closed in concentration while he telepathically directs his sexual organ.

"Uhhhh," I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head while the organ fully enters my womb and settles there. Petra plants a kiss on my temple. I can barely comprehend that I now have two of them inside of me. My stomach swells to twice the size in order to accommodate the disembodied alien penises.

Inside of my womb, a battle begins.

I'm not quite sure what's going on in there, but it appears to be violent. I look down at my belly, where bumps and protrusions have manifested in response to the conflict within. My stomach muscles cramp in response, and I yank against my invisible bonds to no avail.

"Just focus on me," says Petra, who continues to stroke my swollen clit, while Doran completely ignores the both of us. She rubs my clit faster while I strain against my invisible bindings. I feel an orgasm on the horizon, and the thought of having one in front of these six strangers is nothing short of terrifying.

"Just relax." Petra puts a hand on my belly to trace the outline of one of the penises -- it's impossible to discern which one. It's also impossible to discern which of the two penises has the upper hand.

The penises still. It seems one of them has gained the upper hand over the other.

"I need re-enforcements!" says Doran, and another penis snakes between my legs on the bed and slithers inside of me in the blink of an eye. A third penis follows closely behind the second, and faster than I can comprehend, the two of them squeeze their way through my body and join the battle inside my womb.

Drool leaks from the corner of my mouth, and Petra helpfully wipes it away.

My bulging stomach continues to contract in response to the three writhing penises within.

"Persey's penis is too strong!"

"Focus! We can do this!"

The fourth penis doesn't have to be asked to join the party; it charges between my legs and shoots through my gaping cunt faster than my human eyes can track, and this is when I have my first orgasm. The penis squeezes into me within seconds, and my eyes roll to the back of my head while pleasure racks my body. My poor cunt has never felt so used, totally at the mercy of these powerful alien beings.

I look far larger than eight months pregnant, my belly bulging under the stress of the battle within.

There is still one penis left waiting in the wings, twitching anxiously on the mattress between my legs as if waiting to be given the command. I simply don't know how the remaining penis will possibly fit inside of my womb without making me burst. It turns out, the last penis is destined for elsewhere.

"Brutus," Doran snaps, and the remaining Xhorthian in the corner steps up to the plate. "Send your organ up the girl's ass. Let's tighten up the space and put the pressure on Persey's penis."

"Wait!" I screech, but Petra is still stroking my hair, and no one is listening to me.

Of course, Brutus' penis is the largest of them. Of course it is.

The girthy, slow-moving organ waddles across the bed on its tiny little feet. Petra, the only one making sure that I'm comfortable, has brought out a bottle of lube and is currently applying a heaping glob of it to my already battered asshole. I still haven't recovered from being fisted by Triss yesterday. And something tells me I won't be recovered for a while.

Petra's fingers feel nice as she uses them to massage my tight ring of muscle, but the feeling is over quickly, for Brutus' penis shoves Petra's wrist out of the way and barrels into my gaping hole.

"Unnnnhhhhh" is the word my vocal cords manage to form as I am anally stretched by Brutus' penis.

I am utterly, positively, airtight. Filled to the brim with five disembodied alien reproductive organs. If you would have told me six months ago that this is what I was destined for, I would not have believed you.

With not one, not two, not three, but four Xhorthian penises stuffed up inside of my belly and another up my ass, the sensation of fullness overwhelms me, and I convulse in Petra's arms. She continues to rub my clit through my orgasm, her nimble fingers working over my little swollen numb with impressive speed and efficiency, until I'm well and truly spent. At least, I think I am.

Something shifts in the air, and it seems the battle is nearing an end.

There's a tightening sensation in my pelvic region before one of them begins an exodus. Petra rubs hard on my clit as the penis descends, and my orgasm propels it the rest of the way. It lands in a wet, sticky mess on the bed between my legs. The others quickly follow suit, and I feel like a dog giving birth to a litter. They pile on top of each other in a wet heap on the bed, clearly exhausted from their plight. By the look of disappointment on the Xhorthians' faces, I assume it's Persey's penis that remains comfortably inside of me, victorious. The organs are drenched with the fluids of my multiple climaxes.

The one up my ass begins its descent as well, and the feeling of having my bowels emptied so quickly pushes me over the edge of another orgasm. Petra's strong fingers work my clit expertly while I shiver in her arms. "I forgot how much fun humans can be," she muses.

"Damn it," says Doran, as his penis shuffles dejectedly towards the end of the bed. It climbs into Doran's waiting palm, and he quickly stuffs it back into the front of his jeans.

Persey's penis settles triumphantly in my womb.

"Damn it," Doran repeats, rubbing his forehead.

I am quickly being pulled to unconsciousness by sleep. I don't have it in me to worry about what they're going to do to me next. I'm a prisoner now, after all.

Petra takes a towel between my legs and mops up my mess, while shooting a glare at Doran. "Any more bright ideas?"