"What's wrong with five breasts?" asked the leader, exposing all of hers and pulling his head deep between two of them.
"Urgh, uff, murdle, flumph," he started to reply, and wondered when he would pass out from lack of air. It took a little more than three minutes.
He regained consciousness some time later to find himself flat on his back with a heavy weight on his groin. There was an agonising pain, and he wondered if perhaps his manhood had become trapped in a rotary sander while he was unconscious. A shrill screaming noise filled his ears.
His struggles to remove himself promptly from whatever was hurting him were futile. He realised he was held immobile by tight metal bands over his wrists, ankles, thighs, stomach, chest, neck and forehead.
At the same moment he identified the source of the pain and the screaming. One of the alien women had attached herself to his manhood in the manner a powerful vacuum cleaner nozzle into which someone had inadvertently thrust a small cucumber and was, apparently, at the height of orgasm that very moment. He was about to object to this high-handed and unsolicited use of his private parts, when everything went dark. Something solid and fleshy had descended over his face, and started to exude jets of purple liquid which filled his mouth, nose and eyes. Immediately the something lifted. "Oh, sorry," she said, wiping him with a towel, and promptly sat down hard on his nose. He felt the bone crack.
Meanwhile the shrill screaming and movement below had stopped. The pressure was released on his now-limp manhood, and the pain eased to a dull ache. As the alien on his face had decided to start bouncing up and down, he was now able to catch brief glimpses of what was going on.
"Me next," said another alien enthusiastically as the screamer climbed off.
"You'll have to springle the recticator," warned the first.
