The car shuddered, picking up a rock on the gravel road and tossing it into a heavily wooded forest that bordered closely on both sides. Starlight filtered through treetops, painting stippled shadows through crystal cold air.
Theresa tapped her fingers against the aged leather of the steering wheel, mouthing words to the rhythm of an old love song blaring from the radio. The station played songs that tugged at the nostalgia in her soul. Her friend called them 'old trash,' but she found them compelling. More and more modern music seemed like fake copies of old classics, aping the themes created by great songwriters of ages past.
She had made it her purpose to study old culture, to understand where humans came from and where they were going. The past, in her opinion, was an excellent predictor of the future.
The grumble of the V6 made a nice counterpoint to the song as her eyes scanned the clear skies. Not much traffic on this old farm road. Made it easier to get to the viewing spot. Studying culture might be a good indicator of the past and the future, but she liked to spend her present viewing the ineffable universe, dreaming of days past.
Remote viewing spots were also excellent places to have late night assignations. She had been stringing along a ginger haired fellow the last few weeks. He had been a tough nut to crack, but finally she was making some progress. She had planted the idea of a late night viewing early on, and had finally wrangled an invitation out of him. The most difficult part was making him think that it was his idea.
Her odds of success with the man were low, but any chance would be better than the current drought she was undergoing. She hadn't had a good lay for a month, and her libido was going absolutely bonkers. It was getting difficult to keep herself contained, even with self stimulation. What she needed was a good, hard fucking. Nothing else would do.
Her sultry thoughts were interrupted by a sonic boom, followed by a shooting star far above. Her eyes darted to the sky, unable to see anything beyond an achingly bright light. The car unexpectedly sputtered to a halt, steering wheel shaking as the engine rattled its last.
Peering out into the black, she tried the key multiple times, but the engine refused to turn over. It was dead. Much like her chances at romance.
But something better might be just around the corner. She cracked open the door of the Plymouth, stepping out into the cool, night air. She breathed in, detecting a faint hint of sulfur amid the smoky scent of pine trees. Whatever had entered the atmosphere wasn't too far away. She was sure of it.
She sighed, leaning back inside to fumble in the glove compartment for a flashlight. If the car wouldn't run, she needed to investigate on foot.
She jumped as the radio in the car came to life, the faded dial lighting up to her favorite radio station. Instead of a faded refrain of broken hearts and bad choices, a slow beat pulsated, resonating with her nethers.
Instead of being afraid, she was aroused, feeling the acute need to be satisfied more than ever. Groaning with excitement, she found herself stumbling down the road in front of her without the flashlight, limping with the addictive beat stuck in her head. A mysterious rhythm informed her steps, feet walking inexorably forward. The heat had infected her and she needed to obey. Her thighs juiced at the thought of what might come next.
A harsh, circular light beamed down from somewhere above, highlighting a circle of dusty gravel. Compelled, she walked forward, shuffling towards the unknown.
A frisson of excitement blossomed in her breast. Were these aliens she was about to meet? Would they want to perform lascivious tests on her body? She certainly wouldn't say no at the moment. She felt so full. If they could provide her relief, she would welcome them with open arms.
As she came close to the circle of light, she could see dust motes inside the beam spiraling upwards. She entered the circle, hands held out with palms up. A gentle lifting sensation tugged at her shirt sleeves, her midriff bared as the fabric around her waist began to float. Soon, she began to float, too, her sandals dropping to the ground as her body moved inexorably skyward.
She was flying, and the sensation was wonderful. Free from the constraints of gravity, she had time to contemplate the beauty of the forest around her. The crowns of the evergreen trees drifted past, hundreds of feet in the air. She could see the gently waving branches looking down from above, a sea of green fading into the darkness.
The outside faded, washed away by a bright light. For a few moments, she could see nothing, hear nothing. This state was mercifully brief, lasting only a few seconds. Colors smeared past her retinas, slowly resolving into a room filled with mysterious objects.
The top of the room was a dome broken into a grid of tiles, light filtering between the cracks. From her vantage point, there was one entry hatch. The walls were covered with racks of alien computer equipment, a console at one end displaying a diorama of Earth. Rolling carts with strange instruments were strewn about the chamber haphazardly.
She didn't bother to ask where she was, as the answer was obvious. A more interesting question was why she was unable to move. Her arms were held at her sides, wrists and armpits circled by bands of bright light. Looking down, her legs were similarly bound. She tried to move, but the hard light kept her in place far more efficiently than leather straps.
"I'm sorry," came a mellifluous voice. "You have been restrained for your own safety."
Theresa blinked, realizing she wasn't alone in the domed compartment. Sitting off to one side in an office chair was an alien.
Her head looked vaguely humanoid, but her eyes were much larger than a standard human, with huge pupils. As she blinked, a nictitating membrane slid shut sideways. The most distracting feature was the woman's third eye, positioned on her forehead above her square nose. This eye didn't blink with the others, leaving an impression that the alien was staring into her soul. Deeply unsettling, but also exciting.
The alien's skull was stretched in an oval shape, her skin tinged purple. Gills graced her neck, indicating some form of aquatic race. The rest of her body seemed less remarkable at first glance, looking like a stretched version of a human body.
Her eyes skipped over the impression moderate sized breasts made in the alien's white uniform, but returned when she realized there were three bulges instead of two. Looking speculatively, her eyes finally landed on the triangular patch of fabric covering her nethers. Most of what she was interested in was hidden by fabric, but she began to salivate anyway.
Theresa smiled at the strange visage, a thrill running down her legs. First contact! She knew it! When she had first considered moving, she had statistically calculated where she might have the best chance of spotting a UFO, and this area was top of the list. The proof that she has been right was right in front of her.
"Nice to meet you," said Theresa with a sultry grin, hoping to cut to the chase. "When can we fuck?"
"You might be wondering why you're here," began the alien, gesturing with a three fingered hand in the air. At Theresa's statement, she stopped, blinking fiercely.
"Uh, wait, what?" the voice was flustered. "Am I understanding you correctly? Do you wish to perform sexual intercourse with your bodily functions?"
"Yes," replied Theresa, nodding up and down in an exaggerated motion. "I want to fuck."
She pushed her chest forward, highlighting her large, perfectly round breasts. Somewhere along the line her clothing had vanished, leaving her nude. "You have no idea how much of a turn on this is. My body needs this. It wants to be plundered."
She was feeling so full now, she could almost burst. If the language barrier held them back for much longer she couldn't be responsible for what happened next.
"Yes, well, okay," said the alien, confounded. "You're not afraid, good."
The alien seemed unsure how to respond, turning to retrieve a hose topped with a chromed dildo from a rolling cart next to her. "I'm sorry about what needs to happen next," said the alien, not sounding particular sorry.
There could be errors in transition, but the woman was probably regurgitating a script. Had she practiced this while traveling long light years, or did she have experience with other victims? It was impossible for Theresa to know.
That was becoming increasingly academic, as her libido was taking control of her body. The pressure swelled inside, forcing a grimace to her face. It wouldn't be long now.
"Our world is experiencing a catastrophe," the alien continued. "Rampant depopulation has occurred due to meteor strikes and the resultant war. Almost nothing remains of our advanced civilization but ruins." She stumbled over some of the words, a single tear escaping her third eye.
"We have been sent as an emergency policy, to ensure that at least a few of our kind may survive this calamity. If, at some point, the remnants of our civilization rise again, we will call our scattered sons and daughters home from their surrogate families, allowing them to take their place on the galactic stage."
She raised the silvery dildo. "You have been classified as a fertile species, and therefore have the great honor of being impregnated with our young. As I plug this into you, there will be a soft pressure. It will begin to pulsate, to allow for greater lubrication, before being pushed further inside to implant the embryo."
She wheeled herself closer on her chair. "I do hope that you will love and cherish our little one, but as a safety measure I'm afraid we will have to alter your mind just a little so that you will accept our offspring."
Theresa's eyes bulged. This was taking far too long. She was on the edge, wound tight as a spring. She ran her tongue over her front teeth, willing the alien to come just a little closer.
The alien ran her hand over a console next to her and an ominous looking helmet swung into place above Theresa, straps dangling from its sides. That might have posed Theresa a problem, but fortunately the alien moved in closer before she turned on the mechanism.
"I am sorry for any discomfort this may cause," said the alien, holding up the dildo in front of Theresa's face. "Believe me, all other options have been tried."
Theresa grunted, experiencing a sudden cramp in her back. "Oh, I'm not afraid," she groaned. "I just think you should consider one more option."
Her lower back burst open, eight tentacles hissing outwards, articulated arms whipping around and wrapping the alien tight, pulling her in closer. Theresa's jaw dropped open, a thick tongue lolling out. Her eyes widened, flooding with red. Her rib cage open outward with a sickening crunch, spines wrapping around the alien's chest to hold her in place.
"I feel so full," she groaned, kissing the tip of the alien's button nose, tasting her cheek with her slimy tongue. "I haven't fucked in ages."
Her voice was deeper, modulating lower as her transformation deepened. "Did you know," she said conversationally as the alien struggled uselessly in her grasp, "that humans aren't fertile for my race? They're cute. I like to fuck them. Unfortunately, they cannot bear my eggs to term. They are poor hosts, miscarrying before the first trimester is up. Believe me, I have tried multiple times."
She flexed a wrist, still held captive by the hard light rings. Sharp talons pushed out from her fingertips making them deadly sharp points. The alien whimpered, dropping the metallic dildo to the floor with a crash. "No, stop," she said with fear. "I meant you no harm."
"Calm down, I'm not planning on hurting you. What is your name?" asked Theresa huskily, waiting patiently for the captive alien to stop her struggles. New mothers were always more fertile when they were calm.
"Xa'fran," murmured the alien, all out of sorts.
"Xa'fran," repeated Theresa, rolling the syllables around her thick lips. "Just look at me, and relax. Look closer, I have much to show you."
The alien squirmed, unable to look away. All three of her eyes widened, staring deep into hypnotic, swirling red clouds. "What... are you?" she asked, her voice full of wonder and terror in equal measure.
Theresa licked her lips, hissing breath through the exoskeleton that covered her nostrils. "What we call ourselves does not matter. We are an ancient race, feared due to our mental powers. We controlled the stars. Many races were our slaves, and we became decadent, never noticing the true threat until it had festered long enough to unseat our power. Methods were found to suppress our mental control and we were overthrown, eradicated beyond memory."
She pressed her teeth together, agitated by the remembrance. "We were forced underground, adapting to survive. In hunting us almost to extinction, we were forced to evolve, to become more than we were. We waited, growing in power, hiding in plain sight. Now we are few, but powerful. Those who remember who we are and what we were no longer exist. It is time for us to seize our rightful place."
She smiled, a truly monstrous grin revealing a mouth full of fangs. "You should be honored. I can tell that you are very fertile. You will bear many of my young, becoming the mother of new masters for your race. Your race will become subservient to us, obedient. You will spread our power with your womb."
Xa'fran's eyes widened as she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her chest. She looked down and let out a small shriek as she saw two spined stingers withdrawing from her belly.
"Don't worry about that," Theresa lisped. "That's perfectly normal. You'll feel better soon. You're almost ready."
Her warm breath blew over Xa'fran's face, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes glazed. She breathed in deeply, inhaling a sweet smelling musk.
"Focus," said Theresa. "Focus on me. It will make you feel better. More prepared."
Xa'fran protested weakly, but she obeyed, her eyes drowning in the deep depths of Theresa's gaze. "Good," whispered Theresa. "Good, you are feeling it now. The pleasure of submission to one greater than yourself. The one who controls you."
She paused a few moments, allowing her venom to fully permeate her captive's body. "Now," she said, her ears folding back against the sides of her head. "Release me."
The command was a test to see how far she could could push her new slave. Only those with great force of will would be able to resist her after the dose she had given. Fortunately, Xa'fran was not one one of them.
Theresa relaxed her tentacles, dropping Xa'fran back onto her feet. In a daze, she reached over to the console and clicked a button. The hard light restraints blinked off, freeing Theresa's limbs. Theresa grinned hungrily, crushing her slave against her body. "Now, you are all mine," she said possessively.
Xa'fran made a mute noise, any ability to resist suppressed by Theresa's venom and bewitching aroma. Theresa set her slave down carefully, using her tentacles to deftly cut Xa'fran's outfit into strips that were easily removed. The shreds dropped to the floor, revealing supple skin, a flat belly, and three pert breasts, nipples taut.
Theresa could barely contain herself as her eyes roved over the luscious body, paying extra attention to the woman's bare mons. She clacked her fangs together in anticipation, saliva dripping from her lips. "A very nice view," she said, contemplating her new conquest. "Sit down, I must prepare myself."
Xa'fran smiled, dopey, obeying her mistress' demand. She spread her legs, cupping swollen, purple breasts. She moaned, caressing herself to release some of the tension that was building up inside her.
Theresa nodded with approval, gritting herself for the transformation to come. She unfurled herself, relaxing the mental locks that hid her true form. She breathed a sigh of relief as a bulbous carapace burst from her butt, exploding into an abdomen as large as her existing torso. She shook as it formed, white chevrons crawling from where it connected against her back down to its bulbous tip.
She counterbalanced herself by leaning forward, stepping forward on chitinous feet. She was a monster, celebrating the defeat of her prey. Xa'fran was far too distracted to watch Theresa's transformation, busy trying to pleasure herself without much success.
"Now, my slave," grunted Theresa, the pent up tension released, "we breed."
From her abdomen, a large, black tube extended, a thick protuberance a solid inch in diameter and a foot long. The tip gaped wide, green lubricant dripping from the end.
"I wonder how many eggs I can pack into you?" she mused.
Kneeling, she gathered the dazed woman in her tentacles, stroking the shaft of her ovipositor in one hand. "This will be pleasurable for both of us. As this is your first time, I want you to relax and let me handle everything for you. As your new mistress, I want the best for you and our new sons and daughters."
She caressed Xa'fran's cheek with a talon. "There will be many more to come in the future."
Sliding the talon down her prey's wet body, she traced gently around the slope of one breast. Xa'fran yelped, jerking at the contact.
While she was distracted, Theresa brought her ovipositor forward and slotted it into Xa'fran's gaping hole. The pleasurable state Xa'fran was in had already lubricated her privates, helping the girthy tube to push inside with little resistance.
Theresa undulated her body, pushing the tip further with each thrust. Xa'fran moaned, her body shuddering as she tried to help its progress by sliding forward. "Feel every inch of its length," narrated Theresa, gripping Xa'fran's sides.
"It's stretching you out, preparing you to be seeded with my young. You want that, right? To be a mother to my race?"
The question was rhetorical, the enthusiastic alien nodding desperately, tears leaking from all three of her eyes. "I'm going to be... pregnant," she gasped, squeezing her breasts. "I'm going to give birth. I will serve your offspring. Yes!"
She bucked against the ovipositor, experiencing her first orgasm. Theresa chuffed, delighted at the effect she was having. "Your new babies will control you. You will listen to them and provide for their every need."
The long tube inside Xa'fran expanded, pushing her birth canal wider as it tensed for implantation. "Their thoughts will be your thoughts. You will help them find new mates among your race."
A sudden pressure exploded from Theresa's abdomen, a dart of pleasure exploding in her mind as the first egg pulsed down her lubricated tube. "As you obey me, so too will you obey them. You will do nothing to expose their presence until it is too late. Do as I command, slave."
"Yes, mistress," replied her writhing slave, the rounded oblong of the egg pushing itself up into her vagina. Her pelvic floor muscles tensed as she accepted the egg, the leathery orb sucked into her uterus for gestation.
A second followed the first, and then a third. Each pulse down the tube emptied Theresa just a little more, providing relief and pleasure in equal measure. It had been a long time since she had laid eggs, and she was totally packed with them.
She hated to expel her valuable offspring into a lake or a stream to die, but sometimes there was little choice. Seducing a human to implant them could be a tiring affair, and was little better than the stream due to their infertility.
To finally have a suitable candidate was exhilarating. She loved watching the alien's fertile body twitch as the eggs implanted themselves in her womb.
She thrust ever deeper, running her hands over Xa'fran's belly. Small lumps were gathering there, eggs filling her slave to the brim. Her new cargo released a chemical cocktail which would keep their mother soft and obedient until they hatched, after which point she would fall under their thrall.
In a twist of irony, this alien's quest to propagate her species had found a solution. As thralls, the remnants of her civilization would no longer need to fight over the remaining resources on her world. No longer descending to tribal solutions, as slaves they would work tirelessly for the good of all.
Jammed in as far as she dared, the few remaining eggs pressed inside their new mother. Xa'fran lay there, slack jawed, the pleasure from implantation blowing her mind. She jerked and slobbered, moaning as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her exhausted frame.
The last egg expelled, Theresa withdrew her ovipositor. The tube slipped free with a pop and dropped slack against her left thigh with a wet slap. Wet from lubrication, a trail of green goo slid down her leg, unnoticed. She was satiated.
"You're a mother now," declared Theresa. "Take care of this gift. The life you bear will ensure the survival of both our species."
Unfortunately, Theresa couldn't go with her new surrogate mother. She had to stay hidden here, like the rest of her race on multiple planets. It was the only way to ensure the survival of her species until they became dominant once again. The rest was up to her and her offspring. If successful, one day her sons and daughters would come for her.
She held Xa'fran's warm body close and kissed her tenderly. She did love her, in her own way. She was the key to their future.
"Now go, slave, go and make your race a breeding ground for new slaves. Become our servants and one day I may see you again."
"Yes," replied Xa'fran, a cute smile dimpling her cheeks, her brain kept under control by her belly full of eggs. "I would like that."
Theresa almost believed her.
***
Theresa cracked her back, sighing as she climbed back into the Plymouth. It would take at least a half hour before she looked like a human again. The evening rendezvous she had planned originally didn't make sense to attend. Besides, the scratch she needed to itch had been handled. She had found much more than she had expected tonight and was very pleased with how it had gone.
Starting the engine, she put the old vehicle into gear and worked out a three point turn. It was funny how the galaxy worked. This was the second time she had been kidnapped by a UFO for sexual experimentation, and she hoped it wouldn't be the last. Aliens were so gullible, always thinking that poaching humans was harmless.
She stroked her belly, pleased at the gurgling noise her tummy made. More eggs would be ready for the next extraterrestrial visitor. She hoped they would visit soon.
Theresa tapped her fingers against the aged leather of the steering wheel, mouthing words to the rhythm of an old love song blaring from the radio. The station played songs that tugged at the nostalgia in her soul. Her friend called them 'old trash,' but she found them compelling. More and more modern music seemed like fake copies of old classics, aping the themes created by great songwriters of ages past.
She had made it her purpose to study old culture, to understand where humans came from and where they were going. The past, in her opinion, was an excellent predictor of the future.
The grumble of the V6 made a nice counterpoint to the song as her eyes scanned the clear skies. Not much traffic on this old farm road. Made it easier to get to the viewing spot. Studying culture might be a good indicator of the past and the future, but she liked to spend her present viewing the ineffable universe, dreaming of days past.
Remote viewing spots were also excellent places to have late night assignations. She had been stringing along a ginger haired fellow the last few weeks. He had been a tough nut to crack, but finally she was making some progress. She had planted the idea of a late night viewing early on, and had finally wrangled an invitation out of him. The most difficult part was making him think that it was his idea.
Her odds of success with the man were low, but any chance would be better than the current drought she was undergoing. She hadn't had a good lay for a month, and her libido was going absolutely bonkers. It was getting difficult to keep herself contained, even with self stimulation. What she needed was a good, hard fucking. Nothing else would do.
Her sultry thoughts were interrupted by a sonic boom, followed by a shooting star far above. Her eyes darted to the sky, unable to see anything beyond an achingly bright light. The car unexpectedly sputtered to a halt, steering wheel shaking as the engine rattled its last.
Peering out into the black, she tried the key multiple times, but the engine refused to turn over. It was dead. Much like her chances at romance.
But something better might be just around the corner. She cracked open the door of the Plymouth, stepping out into the cool, night air. She breathed in, detecting a faint hint of sulfur amid the smoky scent of pine trees. Whatever had entered the atmosphere wasn't too far away. She was sure of it.
She sighed, leaning back inside to fumble in the glove compartment for a flashlight. If the car wouldn't run, she needed to investigate on foot.
She jumped as the radio in the car came to life, the faded dial lighting up to her favorite radio station. Instead of a faded refrain of broken hearts and bad choices, a slow beat pulsated, resonating with her nethers.
Instead of being afraid, she was aroused, feeling the acute need to be satisfied more than ever. Groaning with excitement, she found herself stumbling down the road in front of her without the flashlight, limping with the addictive beat stuck in her head. A mysterious rhythm informed her steps, feet walking inexorably forward. The heat had infected her and she needed to obey. Her thighs juiced at the thought of what might come next.
A harsh, circular light beamed down from somewhere above, highlighting a circle of dusty gravel. Compelled, she walked forward, shuffling towards the unknown.
A frisson of excitement blossomed in her breast. Were these aliens she was about to meet? Would they want to perform lascivious tests on her body? She certainly wouldn't say no at the moment. She felt so full. If they could provide her relief, she would welcome them with open arms.
As she came close to the circle of light, she could see dust motes inside the beam spiraling upwards. She entered the circle, hands held out with palms up. A gentle lifting sensation tugged at her shirt sleeves, her midriff bared as the fabric around her waist began to float. Soon, she began to float, too, her sandals dropping to the ground as her body moved inexorably skyward.
She was flying, and the sensation was wonderful. Free from the constraints of gravity, she had time to contemplate the beauty of the forest around her. The crowns of the evergreen trees drifted past, hundreds of feet in the air. She could see the gently waving branches looking down from above, a sea of green fading into the darkness.
The outside faded, washed away by a bright light. For a few moments, she could see nothing, hear nothing. This state was mercifully brief, lasting only a few seconds. Colors smeared past her retinas, slowly resolving into a room filled with mysterious objects.
The top of the room was a dome broken into a grid of tiles, light filtering between the cracks. From her vantage point, there was one entry hatch. The walls were covered with racks of alien computer equipment, a console at one end displaying a diorama of Earth. Rolling carts with strange instruments were strewn about the chamber haphazardly.
She didn't bother to ask where she was, as the answer was obvious. A more interesting question was why she was unable to move. Her arms were held at her sides, wrists and armpits circled by bands of bright light. Looking down, her legs were similarly bound. She tried to move, but the hard light kept her in place far more efficiently than leather straps.
"I'm sorry," came a mellifluous voice. "You have been restrained for your own safety."
Theresa blinked, realizing she wasn't alone in the domed compartment. Sitting off to one side in an office chair was an alien.
Her head looked vaguely humanoid, but her eyes were much larger than a standard human, with huge pupils. As she blinked, a nictitating membrane slid shut sideways. The most distracting feature was the woman's third eye, positioned on her forehead above her square nose. This eye didn't blink with the others, leaving an impression that the alien was staring into her soul. Deeply unsettling, but also exciting.
The alien's skull was stretched in an oval shape, her skin tinged purple. Gills graced her neck, indicating some form of aquatic race. The rest of her body seemed less remarkable at first glance, looking like a stretched version of a human body.
Her eyes skipped over the impression moderate sized breasts made in the alien's white uniform, but returned when she realized there were three bulges instead of two. Looking speculatively, her eyes finally landed on the triangular patch of fabric covering her nethers. Most of what she was interested in was hidden by fabric, but she began to salivate anyway.
Theresa smiled at the strange visage, a thrill running down her legs. First contact! She knew it! When she had first considered moving, she had statistically calculated where she might have the best chance of spotting a UFO, and this area was top of the list. The proof that she has been right was right in front of her.
"Nice to meet you," said Theresa with a sultry grin, hoping to cut to the chase. "When can we fuck?"
"You might be wondering why you're here," began the alien, gesturing with a three fingered hand in the air. At Theresa's statement, she stopped, blinking fiercely.
"Uh, wait, what?" the voice was flustered. "Am I understanding you correctly? Do you wish to perform sexual intercourse with your bodily functions?"
"Yes," replied Theresa, nodding up and down in an exaggerated motion. "I want to fuck."
She pushed her chest forward, highlighting her large, perfectly round breasts. Somewhere along the line her clothing had vanished, leaving her nude. "You have no idea how much of a turn on this is. My body needs this. It wants to be plundered."
She was feeling so full now, she could almost burst. If the language barrier held them back for much longer she couldn't be responsible for what happened next.
"Yes, well, okay," said the alien, confounded. "You're not afraid, good."
The alien seemed unsure how to respond, turning to retrieve a hose topped with a chromed dildo from a rolling cart next to her. "I'm sorry about what needs to happen next," said the alien, not sounding particular sorry.
There could be errors in transition, but the woman was probably regurgitating a script. Had she practiced this while traveling long light years, or did she have experience with other victims? It was impossible for Theresa to know.
That was becoming increasingly academic, as her libido was taking control of her body. The pressure swelled inside, forcing a grimace to her face. It wouldn't be long now.
"Our world is experiencing a catastrophe," the alien continued. "Rampant depopulation has occurred due to meteor strikes and the resultant war. Almost nothing remains of our advanced civilization but ruins." She stumbled over some of the words, a single tear escaping her third eye.
"We have been sent as an emergency policy, to ensure that at least a few of our kind may survive this calamity. If, at some point, the remnants of our civilization rise again, we will call our scattered sons and daughters home from their surrogate families, allowing them to take their place on the galactic stage."
She raised the silvery dildo. "You have been classified as a fertile species, and therefore have the great honor of being impregnated with our young. As I plug this into you, there will be a soft pressure. It will begin to pulsate, to allow for greater lubrication, before being pushed further inside to implant the embryo."
She wheeled herself closer on her chair. "I do hope that you will love and cherish our little one, but as a safety measure I'm afraid we will have to alter your mind just a little so that you will accept our offspring."
Theresa's eyes bulged. This was taking far too long. She was on the edge, wound tight as a spring. She ran her tongue over her front teeth, willing the alien to come just a little closer.
The alien ran her hand over a console next to her and an ominous looking helmet swung into place above Theresa, straps dangling from its sides. That might have posed Theresa a problem, but fortunately the alien moved in closer before she turned on the mechanism.
"I am sorry for any discomfort this may cause," said the alien, holding up the dildo in front of Theresa's face. "Believe me, all other options have been tried."
Theresa grunted, experiencing a sudden cramp in her back. "Oh, I'm not afraid," she groaned. "I just think you should consider one more option."
Her lower back burst open, eight tentacles hissing outwards, articulated arms whipping around and wrapping the alien tight, pulling her in closer. Theresa's jaw dropped open, a thick tongue lolling out. Her eyes widened, flooding with red. Her rib cage open outward with a sickening crunch, spines wrapping around the alien's chest to hold her in place.
"I feel so full," she groaned, kissing the tip of the alien's button nose, tasting her cheek with her slimy tongue. "I haven't fucked in ages."
Her voice was deeper, modulating lower as her transformation deepened. "Did you know," she said conversationally as the alien struggled uselessly in her grasp, "that humans aren't fertile for my race? They're cute. I like to fuck them. Unfortunately, they cannot bear my eggs to term. They are poor hosts, miscarrying before the first trimester is up. Believe me, I have tried multiple times."
She flexed a wrist, still held captive by the hard light rings. Sharp talons pushed out from her fingertips making them deadly sharp points. The alien whimpered, dropping the metallic dildo to the floor with a crash. "No, stop," she said with fear. "I meant you no harm."
"Calm down, I'm not planning on hurting you. What is your name?" asked Theresa huskily, waiting patiently for the captive alien to stop her struggles. New mothers were always more fertile when they were calm.
"Xa'fran," murmured the alien, all out of sorts.
"Xa'fran," repeated Theresa, rolling the syllables around her thick lips. "Just look at me, and relax. Look closer, I have much to show you."
The alien squirmed, unable to look away. All three of her eyes widened, staring deep into hypnotic, swirling red clouds. "What... are you?" she asked, her voice full of wonder and terror in equal measure.
Theresa licked her lips, hissing breath through the exoskeleton that covered her nostrils. "What we call ourselves does not matter. We are an ancient race, feared due to our mental powers. We controlled the stars. Many races were our slaves, and we became decadent, never noticing the true threat until it had festered long enough to unseat our power. Methods were found to suppress our mental control and we were overthrown, eradicated beyond memory."
She pressed her teeth together, agitated by the remembrance. "We were forced underground, adapting to survive. In hunting us almost to extinction, we were forced to evolve, to become more than we were. We waited, growing in power, hiding in plain sight. Now we are few, but powerful. Those who remember who we are and what we were no longer exist. It is time for us to seize our rightful place."
She smiled, a truly monstrous grin revealing a mouth full of fangs. "You should be honored. I can tell that you are very fertile. You will bear many of my young, becoming the mother of new masters for your race. Your race will become subservient to us, obedient. You will spread our power with your womb."
Xa'fran's eyes widened as she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her chest. She looked down and let out a small shriek as she saw two spined stingers withdrawing from her belly.
"Don't worry about that," Theresa lisped. "That's perfectly normal. You'll feel better soon. You're almost ready."
Her warm breath blew over Xa'fran's face, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes glazed. She breathed in deeply, inhaling a sweet smelling musk.
"Focus," said Theresa. "Focus on me. It will make you feel better. More prepared."
Xa'fran protested weakly, but she obeyed, her eyes drowning in the deep depths of Theresa's gaze. "Good," whispered Theresa. "Good, you are feeling it now. The pleasure of submission to one greater than yourself. The one who controls you."
She paused a few moments, allowing her venom to fully permeate her captive's body. "Now," she said, her ears folding back against the sides of her head. "Release me."
The command was a test to see how far she could could push her new slave. Only those with great force of will would be able to resist her after the dose she had given. Fortunately, Xa'fran was not one one of them.
Theresa relaxed her tentacles, dropping Xa'fran back onto her feet. In a daze, she reached over to the console and clicked a button. The hard light restraints blinked off, freeing Theresa's limbs. Theresa grinned hungrily, crushing her slave against her body. "Now, you are all mine," she said possessively.
Xa'fran made a mute noise, any ability to resist suppressed by Theresa's venom and bewitching aroma. Theresa set her slave down carefully, using her tentacles to deftly cut Xa'fran's outfit into strips that were easily removed. The shreds dropped to the floor, revealing supple skin, a flat belly, and three pert breasts, nipples taut.
Theresa could barely contain herself as her eyes roved over the luscious body, paying extra attention to the woman's bare mons. She clacked her fangs together in anticipation, saliva dripping from her lips. "A very nice view," she said, contemplating her new conquest. "Sit down, I must prepare myself."
Xa'fran smiled, dopey, obeying her mistress' demand. She spread her legs, cupping swollen, purple breasts. She moaned, caressing herself to release some of the tension that was building up inside her.
Theresa nodded with approval, gritting herself for the transformation to come. She unfurled herself, relaxing the mental locks that hid her true form. She breathed a sigh of relief as a bulbous carapace burst from her butt, exploding into an abdomen as large as her existing torso. She shook as it formed, white chevrons crawling from where it connected against her back down to its bulbous tip.
She counterbalanced herself by leaning forward, stepping forward on chitinous feet. She was a monster, celebrating the defeat of her prey. Xa'fran was far too distracted to watch Theresa's transformation, busy trying to pleasure herself without much success.
"Now, my slave," grunted Theresa, the pent up tension released, "we breed."
From her abdomen, a large, black tube extended, a thick protuberance a solid inch in diameter and a foot long. The tip gaped wide, green lubricant dripping from the end.
"I wonder how many eggs I can pack into you?" she mused.
Kneeling, she gathered the dazed woman in her tentacles, stroking the shaft of her ovipositor in one hand. "This will be pleasurable for both of us. As this is your first time, I want you to relax and let me handle everything for you. As your new mistress, I want the best for you and our new sons and daughters."
She caressed Xa'fran's cheek with a talon. "There will be many more to come in the future."
Sliding the talon down her prey's wet body, she traced gently around the slope of one breast. Xa'fran yelped, jerking at the contact.
While she was distracted, Theresa brought her ovipositor forward and slotted it into Xa'fran's gaping hole. The pleasurable state Xa'fran was in had already lubricated her privates, helping the girthy tube to push inside with little resistance.
Theresa undulated her body, pushing the tip further with each thrust. Xa'fran moaned, her body shuddering as she tried to help its progress by sliding forward. "Feel every inch of its length," narrated Theresa, gripping Xa'fran's sides.
"It's stretching you out, preparing you to be seeded with my young. You want that, right? To be a mother to my race?"
The question was rhetorical, the enthusiastic alien nodding desperately, tears leaking from all three of her eyes. "I'm going to be... pregnant," she gasped, squeezing her breasts. "I'm going to give birth. I will serve your offspring. Yes!"
She bucked against the ovipositor, experiencing her first orgasm. Theresa chuffed, delighted at the effect she was having. "Your new babies will control you. You will listen to them and provide for their every need."
The long tube inside Xa'fran expanded, pushing her birth canal wider as it tensed for implantation. "Their thoughts will be your thoughts. You will help them find new mates among your race."
A sudden pressure exploded from Theresa's abdomen, a dart of pleasure exploding in her mind as the first egg pulsed down her lubricated tube. "As you obey me, so too will you obey them. You will do nothing to expose their presence until it is too late. Do as I command, slave."
"Yes, mistress," replied her writhing slave, the rounded oblong of the egg pushing itself up into her vagina. Her pelvic floor muscles tensed as she accepted the egg, the leathery orb sucked into her uterus for gestation.
A second followed the first, and then a third. Each pulse down the tube emptied Theresa just a little more, providing relief and pleasure in equal measure. It had been a long time since she had laid eggs, and she was totally packed with them.
She hated to expel her valuable offspring into a lake or a stream to die, but sometimes there was little choice. Seducing a human to implant them could be a tiring affair, and was little better than the stream due to their infertility.
To finally have a suitable candidate was exhilarating. She loved watching the alien's fertile body twitch as the eggs implanted themselves in her womb.
She thrust ever deeper, running her hands over Xa'fran's belly. Small lumps were gathering there, eggs filling her slave to the brim. Her new cargo released a chemical cocktail which would keep their mother soft and obedient until they hatched, after which point she would fall under their thrall.
In a twist of irony, this alien's quest to propagate her species had found a solution. As thralls, the remnants of her civilization would no longer need to fight over the remaining resources on her world. No longer descending to tribal solutions, as slaves they would work tirelessly for the good of all.
Jammed in as far as she dared, the few remaining eggs pressed inside their new mother. Xa'fran lay there, slack jawed, the pleasure from implantation blowing her mind. She jerked and slobbered, moaning as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her exhausted frame.
The last egg expelled, Theresa withdrew her ovipositor. The tube slipped free with a pop and dropped slack against her left thigh with a wet slap. Wet from lubrication, a trail of green goo slid down her leg, unnoticed. She was satiated.
"You're a mother now," declared Theresa. "Take care of this gift. The life you bear will ensure the survival of both our species."
Unfortunately, Theresa couldn't go with her new surrogate mother. She had to stay hidden here, like the rest of her race on multiple planets. It was the only way to ensure the survival of her species until they became dominant once again. The rest was up to her and her offspring. If successful, one day her sons and daughters would come for her.
She held Xa'fran's warm body close and kissed her tenderly. She did love her, in her own way. She was the key to their future.
"Now go, slave, go and make your race a breeding ground for new slaves. Become our servants and one day I may see you again."
"Yes," replied Xa'fran, a cute smile dimpling her cheeks, her brain kept under control by her belly full of eggs. "I would like that."
Theresa almost believed her.
***
Theresa cracked her back, sighing as she climbed back into the Plymouth. It would take at least a half hour before she looked like a human again. The evening rendezvous she had planned originally didn't make sense to attend. Besides, the scratch she needed to itch had been handled. She had found much more than she had expected tonight and was very pleased with how it had gone.
Starting the engine, she put the old vehicle into gear and worked out a three point turn. It was funny how the galaxy worked. This was the second time she had been kidnapped by a UFO for sexual experimentation, and she hoped it wouldn't be the last. Aliens were so gullible, always thinking that poaching humans was harmless.
She stroked her belly, pleased at the gurgling noise her tummy made. More eggs would be ready for the next extraterrestrial visitor. She hoped they would visit soon.