First Contact

First it was the continuing blackness. Thought had stopped for some reason, frozen, but Michael wasn't even aware of this. His mind stopped existing, at least for the next unknown period of time. Like a corpse. Some would say that he was dead at that moment, lacking all of the vital signs such as a heartbeat, brain activity, breathing and body heat. Cold as a stone.

Michael had experienced and saw this plenty of times, looking at the old cryo pods that housed delicate biological cargo inside of them and having been in one at least once.

While in those things, time, space and everything else ended. You're like a corpse that has not a care in the world, just like Michael currently.

Until...

Waking from cryogenic sleep was always an ordeal. Your lungs are full of cryogenic fluid that stopped your heart and breathing, your eyes are unfocused and blurry while your whole body feels like it is going to shatter and yet burning for air. Michael's chest heaved, slowly rolling onto his side while the food he had eaten for lunch and other fluids dribbled and flowed past his blue lips.

There was dizziness as well, hearing the fast and tired beating of a heart forced back to life. Blackness surrounded his vision but he could see the blue glow of the other pods in front of him through the narrow ring his eyes gave him.

Whomever woke him up didn't wait for him to regain his faculties or to recover as firm and strong pairs of hands grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the pod, all blue and naked.

His legs wouldn't work and slipped on the slippery floor. The cold metal floor would've been his next stop had it not been for the same strong pairs of hands keeping him up and dragging him away.

The cool air made it almost impossible to catch his breath, his body convulsing from both the need for heat and because it was ever so slowly coming back to life. Michael will consider himself lucky if he survives this, but his mind was just a fog and nothing else.

They carried him like a piece of meat to...somewhere. Michael couldn't really know or think at the moment, his higher brain functions still booting up like an old computer. If he could think, he'd think that brains were just outdated computers at this point.

Those hands continued to carry him. His toes were tingling with reawakening nerves and each time they bumped against the floor or a gap in height, his legs twitched on reflex but that was as far as his limbs currently functioned.

Michael could recognise the cool sanitised air filling his lungs. It was the air of a spaceship. His spaceship. Who was dragging him like this without doing the proper cryo reawakening procedures first?

That was as far as he could slowly think when his nearly-deaf ears heard the hiss of the outer door opening and being blinded by the intense light shining in from the outside. All he could do is close his weary eyelids and suffer the light still pouring in through the the thin flesh.

Warm, moist air now washed over him like a godsend, warming his skin and letting him breathe just a bit easier without convulsing like a freeze victim that he was.

He heard sounds, voices, but they were all as if spoken through a bunch of cloth. He couldn't understand any of it. What he did understand is the intense strain on his shoulders from the way he was being carried, his arms up and the only thing held at the moment.

They lifted him further upwards, making him groan, until his feet were flat on the ground and providing little support in him standing. The hands holding him were really warm, no gloves, and then another hand touched his face.

He tried to open his eyes but they were tired now and had no intention in listening to him. The light got dim a bit, assumedly because there was another person now in front of him and quite tall for that matter.

More talking while the hand did deliberate movements across his numb skin. Across the bridge of his nose, tracing down his manly jawline and around his thin blue lips. Short, wet hair clung to the rest of his head when the hand grabbed it and turned his head left and right roughly.

He thought his neck would snap from how much she was bending it. After that, he couldn't stop his head from hanging forward. After a bit, the hands started dragging him away again. Somewhere warm but dry and less bright.

The cryofluid that clung to him dried into small clumps, making his tingling skin tight and uncomfortable. Which wouldn't have happened had they dried him...

His journey ended with another dull hiss of an automated door and into pitch blackness. When they dropped him, he fell onto something soft and felt-like face-first. Where the hands went, he didn't know and didn't care for. All he could do is let himself drift away and pass out.

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Michael dreamed of nothing. A dreamless sleep brought on by immense fatigue, but soon he was woken up by the intense hunger and pain in his gut and head. The blows he'd been dealt didn't have the chance of recovery and his stomach was empty.

There was only darkness that awaited him. He could feel the soft felt texture of what he thought to be a microfiber blanket that he0d just drooled all over when he realised his cheek was wet.

"Fuck me..." He groaned out amidst the pain that could wait a little. He had to figure out where in the blazes he was. The events prior to arriving here were still foggy but he was certain they had woken him up out of cryo and did little to help him transition back to life. It was a miracle he'd survived!

"Fuck...me...?" Came a female voice, her intonations suggesting she didn't understand what the sounds she was repeating meant.

Michael sluggishly jumped onto his knees on what he assumed was a bed, a very large one, and looked around in the darkness. It was pitch black and the voice sounded like it came from somewhere up above.

Then he was blinded by a screen turning on the wall above the bed, illuminating the room in its harsh blue light. Michael shielded his eyes but the light was already burned in his retinas and the splitting headache only got worse.

Then came a gasp, a girly giggle and then a sing-song voice speaking in a fluid and pretty-sounding language.

His eyes finally adjusted to the light and he was greeted by a lovely sight of a young girl's face. Her big amber eyes looked innocent at first but there was something much darker in them as she continued to stare at him through the screen. The flat nose and slitted nostrils visibly and cutely expanded and closed with each of her breaths. Her skin was pale-yellow, much like those he had the displeasure of meeting.

"Where am I?" He finally asked, now keenly aware of standing on his knees and naked before a young-looking alien - she didn't look to be older. He put his hands over his thick flaccid cock. "Where is my crew?"

Another, much older, voice came through and the girl looked to the side, her flowing platinum locks swaying with the movement. Michael wished he wasn't focusing on that in such a dire situation but here he was.

An older woman appeared on the screen, looking bored as she appraised him with her large amber eyes. The disgust upon her face was obvious. The young girl didn't mind him so, though. She spoke in that weird language but her tone was much more authoritative and the girl looked cowed by her.

The screen turned off and Michael was once again in pure blackness with many unanswered questions. He cursed himself for not looking around while there was light from the screen to see where he was. The girl just enraptured him.

He spent the next few minutes walking blindly around the room, following the walls which were barren and smooth. They were cool to the touch and seemed like they were made of plastic. The bed, he determined, dominated the room which was around ten meters by ten meters. The door was opposite the bed and utterly smooth, suggesting it slid away on opening.

There were no buttons of any sort around the door.

On his naked skin, he could sense a slight draft and followed it to a vent with narrow slits that was part of the wall. A slight hint of rose was carried on the circulating air.

An idea formed in his head and he quickly rushed to the bed to take its silken sheets and went back to the vent. He slipped the silk through one slit and managed to nimbly push a finger in another just under to tug the silk out. A knot later and he had a great means of leverage to pull the vent apart, bar by bar.

Laughing or whooping in triumph would have been the first things he'd do but he had to keep quiet. They most likely have cameras in the room but since they haven't come to get him for an escape attempt, they probably couldn't see in the dark with them.

That was his hope, at least, as he heaved and rugged on the strategically-knotted silk rope he'd made and could feel the bar slowly but surely buckle under the pulling.

Already he was sweating, his body shaking from the strain. It still hadn't recovered from the cryo and the hunger in his and pain in his head made themselves even more apparent. Still, he needed to push on and have resolve. He was going to get out of here!

The first bar finally gave way and Michael nearly fell back on the bed when it did. It clattered to the floor and he cursed as he rushed over and untied the knot to go and do the same to the next bar.

Three more bars would end up being pulled when the door opened and poured orange light in. A long dark shadow poured into the room, casting itself over a panting, nude and sweaty Michael who was taking a rest on the bed.

The woman had her hands on her hips, her golden bodysuit covered in amber plates, and she strutted in with purpose. She only glanced at his progress in turning the vent into an escape route and set her eyes back at him. They were angry and she hissed something out.

Anger made their language so harsh on the ears and Michael would've cringed had he not more important things to think about. Such as not getting pummelled to a pulp again.

Fatigue left him defenseless, however and all he could do was weakly try and bat away her reaching hand that grabbed him by the throat and threw him off the bed.

Another woman stepped in and grabbed him by the arm to lift him up and he was once again being dragged away to somewhere. This time he could see where it is, though. He decided to also keep silent, not wanting to incur their wrath any further.

They were taking him down a curved hallway well-lit by bulb-shaped lamps inset into the walls with the outer wall transparent to show it was night and tall and smooth towers and skyscrapers rise higher than Michael could feasibly see. The floor was soft and carpeted, muffling the footsteps of his armored guards.

They passed a few more rooms before reaching what look to be an elevator which they took down. It was a self-contained opaque tube that carried them deep into the bowels of the tower in record time. Michael couldn't even feel they were moving or what floor they arrived at since the display to the side showed alien symbols.

Unlike the warm gold and amber of the hallway previously, the hallway they stepped into was an antiseptic white with bluish and opaque glass walls. He could hear muffled noises coming from deeper within as they dragged him across the smooth floor.

The cool air cooled his naked body, making him shiver a bit. It make him wonder why they never gave him any clothes, seemingly content in keeping him shamefully nude.

They reached a wall that wasn't fully opaque and there he saw a laboratory where nigh-identical golden-hued women in white protective bodysuits worked on strange machinery, on computers and peering out through a further transparent glass wall. Michael only managed to catch glimpses of nude golden bodies and what seemed like blue skin before they dragged him away.

Two of the scientists were walking down the hallway with pads in their hands, giving him inquisitive looks as they passed by, and talked in hushed tones before giggling at whatever joke they made. It didn't keep Michael's spirits up,though. In fact, it made him more apprehensive.

After a few minutes of same-looking hallways with only alien symbols differentiating them, they finally arrived at their destination which was in front of one of the opaque walls. It turned transparent to reveal a naked and restrained Gail and a nude and hung golden woman.

Michael restrained from gasping as he spotted the large puddle of wasted seed that has formed between Gail's outstretched legs as he dangled by the wrists from energy bindings keeping him hanging from the ceiling.

The woman thrusted meatily into the femboy from behind, letting muffled groans of pleasure while her considerable gonads swung back and forth. She didn't seem to notice she was being watched and Michael gulped as he recognised her to be the captain that took over his ship. He didn't know how he did, but he knew it was her.

The human was too focused on the lewd sight to notice the swelling bulges of his guards that let go of him, forcing him to stand. Michael couldn't help but grow plump from the sight, either. He wasn't straight, far from it, since he'd been fucking Gail regularly since he became part of the crew and seeing him like this was like some weird wet dream he was having.

Gail let out a weak cry as the woman fucking him let out a grunt and more cum poured out of his loose asshole, splattering to the ground. She pulled out and turned around, a satisfied smile on her face as she spotted Michael first.

She then reached out to her bodysuit and took a small bead off of the collar that she adhered to her throat and walked over to the wall.

"You're finally awake," She spoke in fluent standard galactic tongue, as if she'd been speaking it all her life. "I've been really impatient, as you can see."

She gestured towards the insensate and quivering femboy who's asshole was now a gaping and drooling hole. Michael feared it would never recuperate on its own. He frowned and bit back a response.

"Oh don't look so angry. He enjoyed every second of it. Like a good fucktoy." The captain grinned and touched the wall, making it partially fold away like foil and the scent of cum, musk and sex hit Michael right in the face as she stepped outside, treading cum with her bare feet.

"Where is Hayla? What have you done with her?" He gritted out and one of the guards was about to elbow him in the gut when Captain raised her hand to stop her. Her smile turned evil and smug, leaning forward. She smelled of sweat, having been fucking Gail all night by the looks, and Michael fought hard not to breathe in the enticing scent.

She didn't fail to notice his growing hard on, both from the scent, sight and what she said about Gail, and grabbed it firmly to start squeezing both cock and balls as she spoke. "Hayla, that's her name? And I did nothing. You should ask my daughters, though. I heard they immediately got to breeding her."

Fury flared within Michael and he was about to raise his hand when she painfully squeezed his balls in response, making him suck in breath and barely stand.

"A-ah, that's a bad boy." She hummed and let go of him, letting him cup his aching balls. Then she ordered the guards something. They placed their strong hands on either shoulder and steered him further down the hallway with Captain leading the way, leaving cummy footprints in her wake.

Michael avoided the tracks as best he could, not really wanting to step in her cum and grimaced as he kept holding his aching balls. She'd squeezed them hard.

She took a left turn and there was the laboratory again with the scientists and Michael was dismayed as he spotted a blue body pinned to the glass wall further down. He could barely see it behind numerous golden-hued backs.

"Oh no..."

"I wonder if she's been broken in, yet. I've had all my free daughters have fun with her ever since she got there. Nice and breedable." Captain said almost huskily, sounding aroused by it. Michael gritted his teeth but kept on walking. He had no choice.

The full scene slowly came into view; Hayla hanged by the arms due to the energy cords wrapped around her wrists and was fully naked, her blue skin dripping wet with sweat. Her blue and toned legs were stained white with cum that had dribbled out of her well-fucked pussy that was even now being filled with long, and fat golden cock.

Her newest violator was one of many women who stood and watched the violation go on, stroking their hard cocks while others were seemingly spent and resting on soft couches set against the walls and chatting while they watched.

Hayla was insensate, her whole body limp and bouncing in time with the thrusts, purple tongue hanging out and drool going down her chin. Around her temples was a headset who's purpose Michael couldn't even imagine.

Captain was spotted by the women within and waved with bright smiles and vigorous thrusts, laughing afterwards. She waved back with a loving smile and stopped near Hayla who's small breasts were pressed flat against the glass, riding up and down from the thrusts.

"Hmm, looks broken to me," Captain hummed, looking at Hayla's face from up close where it was pressed against the glass. The asir girl's eyes were unfocused and blindly staring into the ceiling. "What do you think, Michael? She looks prettier with that face, doesn't she?"

Michael's face was overtaken by rage and the Captain's big amber eyes flashed in challenge. She was much taller and more fit than him, even if Michael wasn't a push over himself. He'd maybe be able to take her on but it would be pointless with the two guards here.

This didn't cross Michael's mind as he broke into a charge right at her, pain in his head forgotten for the moment as he rushed to avenge his friends and crew.

She must've clotheslined him or something, as he was sent flying head-first to the ground. He fell in a crumpled and groaning heap, headache back with a vengeance.

"You males are so stupid," Captain said with a laugh and grabbed him by the neck to pull him back onto his weak feet. "I'll enjoy breaking you."

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Young Celine watched her mother, in all her nude and toned glory, pad down the glass-lined hallway and stopping at the window into Breeding Lab 4 breeding pit, where the new alien female was being tested whether Veridea seed took inside of her womb.

Her own cock stirred as she wrote down the readings of the headset that was placed on the female's temples, pumping in neurological signals to both read her mind and to start the 'Treatment' every foreign female went through. Her big green eyes kept glancing over her datapad to the scene of multiple women taking turns in fucking the bound blue female and the way her mother was watching it with a strange pink male flanked by two armored guards.

His appearance immediately drew her focus as she looked over his flat chest which was defined with muscle, the rugged look of his jaw and body hair. She'd never seen someone like this and couldn't help but get to the transparent lab wall to have a closer look.

Mother seemed to be enjoying tormenting the male whose jaw was locked in barely restrained anger and Celine gasped when the male charged at her only to be sidestepped and clothes-lined by mother. Celine hissed in sympathy as the whole lab heard his impact onto the floor. Then came laughter through the intercom from the breeding pen as the women inside laughed at the male who was now a crumpled mess on the floor.

Celine bit her lip as she watched her mother bodily lift the toned male with one hand and tossed him into the arms of the two guards. She could read her mother's lips, telling the guards to take him to Breeding Lab 1.

She felt pity for him as Breeding Lab 1 was specifically made to turn captured males into breeders for the family.