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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Phoebe awoke with a start, finding herself bolting upright in her own bed. She looked around, panting heavily. She'd recalled what had happened to her before... was it all a dream? Some strange, lurid nightmare?
She glanced down at herself, and realised that she was naked... and then she glanced upwards towards the floor... coming face to face with the very creature that had plagued her slumbering thoughts. She froze, tensing up and tugging the blanket a little closer to her naked body.
It only smiled, and slowly dropped down towards her, arching its back most flexibly, an ever-present grace to its motions as it loomed closer to her. Phoebe's lower lip quavered in worry, and she turned away when it closed in... but all it did was peck her on the forehead, softly and affectionately, before carefully dropping down to her bed, the metal frame almost inaudibly squeaking from the added weight.
Its smile was warm this time, neither threatening nor full of devious intent, though there was a hint of mischievousness twisting its lips. For the most part though, it simply 'stared' at the woman, perched on the end of her bed and waiting quietly for something, though Phoebe had no idea what that was. She cocked her head to one side curiously, and pushed herself a little bit further back, clutching the sheet to her body.
"Uuh... what... do you want?" she asked, no other words coming to her mind, after everything the creature had done to her. She didn't expect it to understand a word she said, but it was the only thing that she thought of. What was she to do in front of her alien rapist, the creature that had forcibly violated her and... made her squeal quite loudly in ecstasy. She looked around her room, and then came to a confused thought; she was in her room.
She recognised that much. But why had it brought her here? Why did it not simply keep her in the security centre, or drag her off to wherever they came from, or murder her whilst she was unconscious?
Instead, it had brought her back to her room. How it knew which room was hers, she didn't know and nor did she think it was relevant. What mattered was that it had not only brought her to her room... but tucked her in bed.
She blinked at it, still a little unnerved by the way it perched on the end of her bed. Still, it was better than it trying to assail her with its own debauched desires. She sat up a little straighter, and tried to formulate words. She knew she should've felt horrible, disgusted over what had occurred, but... she didn't.
It was all just so odd and unusual that she didn't seem to be able to dwell on what it had done. Though part of her also thought it helped that the creature made her feel
very
good, to the point the forced nature of the encounter had slipped her mind before she lost consciousness.
She kept her sheet covering her breasts, trying to conceal her nudity... even though this alien had ejaculated into her anus. She blushed at the memory, finding it odd that such a thought seemed more embarrassing than painful. Her ruminations were then interrupted by the rumbling of her stomach, causing her to groan as she realised just how hungry she was.
"Ooh... I haven't eaten anything since... I got called to the security centre when you things invaded," she said, the creature cocking its head as though it was having trouble understanding what Phoebe had stated. All the same, the creature proceeded to smile, and quietly jump off Phoebe's bed. She winced in reflex, pulling her sheet just that little bit tighter against her body, watching the alien as it moved to the door to Phoebe's room... opening it without any difficulty other than getting its lanky fingers through the handle, revealing the very cart that had held food for people working in the security centre.
The alien pulled it inside and shut the door... but not before she swore she caught a glimpse of a man walking past as though nothing was amiss, even though he would've been unable to miss the alien pulling in a wheeled cart with various foodstuffs.
There wasn't much of a selection, most of it some simple 'Lux-Rations', dehydrated foodstuffs and other selected, non-perishable goods that were a little bit higher quality and less industrial than a good lot of the supplies stored in the warehouses. They issued them to everyone so there was some variety in their diets instead of the same boring old food. Phoebe was honestly hoping they'd start up the full-scale hydroponics section over the basic setup they had, which prevented them from having any real fresh food.
But... Lux-Rations weren't all that bad, and when the alien presented the tray to her, the rumbling of her stomach shattered any notions of caution; if it was a trap, well... there wasn't much else she could've done in this situation. She reached out, and grabbed a plastic container filled with jam biscuits. She pulled out several, and after propping the sheet on her body so it wouldn't slide off, she began to eat, swallowing large mouthful after mouthful. She was rather hungry, and she ate the biscuits voraciously, the entire container soon completely empty. She moved onto some crackers, and some dried apricots after that.
Naturally, eating so much dehydrated food left her wanting for drink, and all she had -- besides stale, cold coffee -- was bottled water. She took the water and unscrewed the cap, taking several swigs of the stuff before she was satisfied, placing the bottle back onto the cart and sighing out. The rumbling of her belly quieted, and she did not feel so light anymore. It was a good feeling, though she'd been so engaged in eating, she did not notice how the alien was looking at her. It had this odd, almost affectionate smile, as though it was quite enjoying watching her eat.
It was a little unsettling, to say the least, but she wasn't about to yell at the alien that could tear her limb from limb without any effort... Phoebe's eyes glancing at the bladed tip of the creature's tail, the appendage swaying slowly from side to side behind it. But for all its vicious qualities, its anatomy seemingly designed for killing... despite its roughness in the throes of passion, the alien had been rather gentle with her. Above all, it seemed to be keenly interested in the way she reacted, in the way she behaved, and seemed to try and make sure that she felt good whenever it was doing some debauched with her.
And now, it was giving her food, after bringing her to her own room and tucking her in. That spoke of a level of intelligence Phoebe was only just now starting to fully realise these things possessed, and was wondering just
why
they had to do what they did... instead of exposing themselves earlier and trying to ingratiate themselves with humans without having to violate them forcibly, and kidnap them to who knows where... but it didn't matter anymore. What they could've done was not what they did, but now, it seemed this individual at least was trying to make up for it... or was showing some sort of perverse, twisted affection.
As much of it was human, both in appearance and subtle mannerisms, she reminded herself that it was still an alien, a creature not of her race... the way they did things might've been drastically different from how humans did things... or they just
really
enjoyed forcing themselves on people. That made some measure of sense to Phoebe. But that part was past, it seemed, and now it was being kind to her.
She looked to its eyeless face, the lack of any visual organs somehow not diminishing the amount of emotion and 'life' the alien had. Even with only a lower face to emote with, it still expressed a great deal that Phoebe could understand. It licked its lips slowly, and crawled closer to the human, prompting Phoebe to rear backwards, blinking a little in nervousness as the space between them diminished.
Soon, she felt its body pressing up against her own, its nipples perpetually erect it seemed, Phoebe able to feel them through the fabric as they brushed over her own chest. She gulped and shivered, whilst she felt one of its hands move up to the side of her face, caressing her cheek and brushing a bang of hair out of the way. It smiled, and then leaned in close to press its lips to her own in a soft, almost romantic, loving kiss.
