Xenophilia -- Melissa -- Part 2
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This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.
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Melissa's awakening would be a startled one, roused from sleep by the sensation of movement brushing against her; despite the utter exhaustion that had led to a rather deep, comfortable slumber, she remained a light sleeper, and feeling the chitinous tail of one of the alien creatures sliding across her cheek was enough.
She glanced about rapidly, taking in her surroundings once more, if only to fully remind herself of her predicament. She gulped fearfully, remembering full well what had happened, and where she was, followed by a groan as she felt the weight in her belly, looking down in dread at her gravid stomach, filled with the creature's eggs.
But they were not the eggs she concerned herself with, not when she spied numerous aliens carrying large, sticky objects shaped not at all dissimilarly to chicken eggs, placing them down in seemingly random places... but mostly, one in front of each cocooned human in the cavern.
She paused for a moment, and blinked; each cocooned human. She looked around, and saw that there were a handful of other colonists bound in similar circumstances, at least seven others glued to walls and stripped of clothing. Melissa was completely certain that they were not there when she was first imprisoned. How long had she slept? Were they brought here not long after her? Or had every last survivor in the colony been snatched away and forced into this hellish place? She grimaced at the thought.
She looked again; none of them looked like they had been injured, Melissa remembering that, despite all their force and their predatory behaviour, the one that had violated and impregnated her exercised surprising amount of care and caution... for raping her, that was. She hung her head, wishing this was all just a bad dream.
She steeled herself; she couldn't give up hope, not as long as the transponders were still active; the scheduled supply run wasn't for some time, but a ship might be sent early to investigate the lack of response from the colony. That was Melissa's only hope, and she had to cling to it, if nothing else than to maintain her sanity.
She returned her attention to the aliens milling about around her, and the eggs they carried; wherever they placed the slimy orbs down, tendril-like roots seemed to sprout from their gooey bases, secreting a glue-like substance that adhered them to the resin-coated ground beneath them, the roots digging into the various nooks and crannies formed by the uneven surface of the floor.
And then, an alien would place one down before her, gently twisting it into place. Melissa pushed herself back into her cocoon instinctively, leaning her head away; she had no idea what would hatch from these things, but Melissa dreaded whatever it was all the same.
The alien that placed the egg before her looked up, and grinned, gently thrusting its head forward with a slight twist upwards, a decidedly human gesture, as if to say 'I see you'. It was not the one that had violated her, despite looking identical... Melissa wasn't sure how she knew, it just seemed different somehow. Its mannerisms weren't entirely different, however, possessing that same twisted smile she had come to know from her captor.
It stepped forward, and gently clutched the side of her face with its chitinous palm, caressing her cheek and raking its long fingers through her messy curls. She turned her head away from the thing's touch, trying to avoid contact with the creature. It only continued to smile, licking its lips, until it pulled away, and sauntered off into the dark with the rest of its fellows, disappearing into the gloom until she was alone with her fellow captives.
It was quiet, save for the thumping of Melissa's heart in her ears, and the breathing of all others present. She hadn't tried to shout out to them when she first saw them, too afraid of the aliens milling about. Now that she was alone with them... she still wasn't sure; they didn't appear to be awake, perhaps unconscious from whatever the aliens used on her, Melissa remembering that dull thud in the small of her back and the rapid weariness that had taken over her.
She was certain they'd injected her with something, but she had not felt any pain or any noticeable sensation at the site since. Whatever it was, it had proven to be
highly
effective, and would explain why they were able to catch people so easily; once caught, all the creatures needed to do was dose them, and they'd be able to cart off their catch back to their lair with impunity.
Melissa concluded that the people in here had been caught for breeding purposes, given the females had their breasts, bellies and groins exposed, whilst the men only had their genitals open for use. Otherwise, it seemed wholly unnecessary to expose such organs if they were not needed. She wondered if it was just a handful of people they had decided to imprison to use as mating partners, culling the rest, or if it was the fate of everyone the aliens caught.
Whilst she was pondering this, she heard a few groans pierce the calm, and looked around to see one of the men stirring. Not long after, a woman began to groggily wake up, and soon, all of her fellow captives were beginning to rouse from their slumber. Melissa was almost ready to shout out to them, until another noise emanated from below her, chilling her blood.
She slowly looked down, to see the top of the egg before her, its tip crossed with four grooves, opening up like a flower, each thick, stubby 'petal' peeling away and exposing a sickly yellow cavity within the egg, slimy and oozing, sticky strands of mucus hanging between the inner walls of the egg and the folding petals. Watching this strange, terrifying sight silenced her, though a quick glance around her would show the rest of the eggs beginning to open, the now very much awake humans beginning to squirm in their cocoons in fear, if they weren't staring in confusion.
Melissa's gaze returned to the egg before her. Her dread and fear turned to cold horror when she saw the creature of the egg emerge; spindly, bony, finger-like legs grasping the edges of the egg and hauling the beige body of the spider-like monster from the slimy depths. It flexed and stretched its body, its long, sinuous tail flicking about. Broad, fatty flaps flanking its body behind each set of legs rose and fell slightly, and then it tensed up, turning its eyeless body to 'face' Melissa.
Her body went cold and still, her terror building within her mind. Her lips began to quaver, and her eyes had widened as far as humanly possible. She began to squirm, knowing in the back of her mind that it was hopeless, but involuntary reaction urged by fear made her try all the same.
And then it leapt towards her face, legs splayed wide, revealing, for a brief moment, its underbelly, gashed with a slit eerily reminiscent of a vagina. She screamed, and that was all it needed her to do as it latched to her face, blinding her. She felt its bony legs wrap around her face snugly, whilst its tail coiled around her neck for leverage, exercising care not to squeeze painfully, not that she noticed in her abject panic. Its large flaps pushed to her cheeks, clutching her face tightly. And finally, she felt something phallic unfurl from its slit and push into her mouth.
It was loose at first, soft and slimy, even as it slipped into Melissa's throat. She was thrashing her head side to side, but with her arms bound to her side, the creature was free to set the pace, and not worry about interference. In her panic, she never thought about biting down on the organ now pushing into her gullet, causing her to gag a little. And then, the thing began to engorge, growing thick and firm, spreading her jaw a little, and eventually feeling like a full-blown penis buried in her mouth.
It began to pump this organ, ever so slightly humping her face in its own alien way, but its phallus seemed to slide in and out of its body, thrusting down her throat. Her gag reflex was overwhelmed, and she choked and gurgled on this thing. She wanted to throw up... but she couldn't. She didn't, as though that reaction had been suppressed.
It was able to slide relatively easily as well, its slimy, flexible appendage able to bend and twist to the curve of her throat with little effort, whilst simultaneously preventing any physical pain... and soon enough, even Melissa's gag reflex seemed to stop reacting. What was more, even through her terror-laden panic, she realised that she could
breathe
. Somehow, the thing was pumping oxygen into her lungs in the middle of throat-fucking her.
She would only barely feel the heaving of the flaps on its sides, swelling and contracting repeatedly, whilst the sinuous, prehensile tail ever so slowly stroked up and down her neck, never squeezing any tighter than it needed to provide it with the leverage it required, the firm grip its legs had on her skull providing the majority of it. By now, Melissa had stopped struggling, giving in to this thing's violation, her thrashing only making things far more uncomfortable.
Her struggling would renew, however, when she felt
another
one of those creatures jump onto her, this time latching onto her crotch, awkwardly grasping her hips with the tips of its legs, unable to wrap them around anything more convenient, though its tail was able to coil around one of her thighs. It pressed its slit to her own, and unfurled that floppy organ into her depths, its soft state able to easily push inside, until it began to swell and engorge, proceeding to repeatedly thrust in and out of her sex without relent. She screamed into the underbelly of the creature latched to her face.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. That's all Melissa could think, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop the tingling sensations beginning to warm her body. That these things were bringing her any sort of pleasure... she tried to deny it, but no amount of mental defiance would numb the sensation; it was by no means as stimulating as the alien had been, these creatures' organs less girthy, and less textured.
But they were slimy, lumpy, and they pierced her orifices with ease and inflicted no pain. Worse, the scent that began to pervade her nostrils... it was almost intoxicating, sweet, and it was starting to relax her body. Her screams turned to groans, and they would turn into stimulated whimpers as the arousal, though forced, built within her body.
She struggled meekly when a
third
creature began to crawl between the back of her cocoon and her buttocks, squeezing itself into the tight space. Melissa felt its legs find a better grip on her glutes than the one plunging into her pussy had on her hips. But this creature would meet far more resistance, when it tried to push its phallic organ into her anus.
Despite the relaxation brought about by the strange, aromatic scent, Melissa writhed and resisted; anal was the
last
