Aliens: Chapter 3: Loaned to Breed

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Measuring time without the sun rising or setting is impossible for most people. I was definitely not one who possessed the ability to automatically know the time of day or to wake myself up at a specifically set time just by thinking about it.

I could have been in what I was now calling my “cell” for one day or several days, I had absolutely no idea. My stomach was the only consistent reminder I had to even slightly judge the passage of time.

A voice interrupted the quiet, “Sidney, you will turn around and walk through the opening in the wall.”

Why did they always open and close doors behind me instead of in front of me? Would doing so expose something they didn’t want me to see? Annoyed, I turned around to find a circular opening leading to what had to be my imagination.
Thirty feet away from me was a lush, gorgeous jungle. I gasped as I walked closer to the doorway, amazed and intrigued by the terrain. Everywhere I looked, green plants and huge trees that had to be hundreds – even thousands – of years old were thick on the landscape.

Deep green vines as broad as a person’s forearm and flowers with stalks between eight to ten inches in circumference supported blooms at least twelve to sixteen inches across. The sweet scent of colorful, exotic flowers permeated the air, and I couldn’t help but think it was beautiful.

Without realizing it, I had crossed the room and was standing just inside the circular doorway. My fascination with the sight before me was abruptly interrupted when the room around me dissolved completely, leaving me in a clearing about a half a mile wide in the middle of the jungle.

I panicked at having my flimsy safety-net of shelter taken away from me, and I began turning in every direction, looking for somewhere to hide. I was angry with myself at having been duped so easily, allowing the grays to herd me by dangling something pretty in front of my face.

After realizing I had nowhere to flee, I took in my surroundings, and I noticed something strange. All of the multi-colored flowers on one side of the clearing seemed to be dying; on the other side, the purple blooms were flourishing, almost overcrowding each other.

The purple blooms were open wide, waving slightly; the multi-colored flowers were shriveled, their petals scattered all over the floor of the jungle. Layers and layers of beautiful rainbow-colored petals were turning brown or already crumbling, becoming brown and lifeless.
I knew something was very, very wrong just before it happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. What I had thought to have been dead, shriveled flowers were slowly opening widely.

The blooms might have been near-dead, but the vines beneath were still alive, evidently. Flowers began to hover all around me, waving back and forth like grass in the wind.

I took a few steps backwards until I bumped into something solid. I turned to look behind me to discover a wall of flower stalks lined up like prison bars. When I turned back around, only a small path was available, and I immediately ran forward, scared for my life.

A small part of me knew I was being directed toward something, but the other part of me didn’t care. I was terrified, and all I could think to do was to run. I turned a corner and nearly ran into another green wall of spires.

Behind me, the thick flower trunks closed in fast, and when I turned around, I had nowhere to go. I was trapped in another cell, only this one was green with beautiful blooms instead of sterile and silver.

The formerly-dormant blooms towered over me, their heads hovering over me like giant suns. Suddenly, the flowers closed their petals, and when they opened, a shower of fine, glittering gold powder rained down on my head.

I coughed and sneezed, waved my arms and blew huge breaths of air to distance the powder from my face. Completely distracted and terrified of inhaling the flowery dust, I might as well have lay down and surrendered as the vines quickly took advantage of my flailing appendages.

The vines sneakily slipped around my wrists and ankles while I sucked the flowery cocktail into my lungs. At first, I couldn’t breathe, and I began choking and spitting the dust from my mouth. The air cleared suddenly as I was lifted off of my feet, and I began to feel light-headed and dizzy, almost hypnotically happy as I rose higher and higher.

The flowers around me were waving like snakes, swaying back and forth, and all of them keeping the same flowing rhythm. Two of the largest blooms I’d seen yet lined up in front of me and spewed their dusty pollen onto my face. My skin was coated with gold, and I looked like I had rolled around in glitter.

This time, instead of simply feeling light-headed, other parts of my body responded vehemently. My face flushed immediately as the first tingling of arousal became evident as my nipples hardened and my vagina gushed with honey.
All fear left my body as my mind and body concentrated on finding relief for my throbbing pussy. I moaned loudly as the vines raised my arms above my head, keeping my wrists wrapped tightly together.

The vines on my ankles spread my legs far apart, and I shivered as air hit the exposed flesh of my vagina. The plants seemed to know exactly what they were doing as their vines continued to wind their way up my legs, immobilizing my body completely.

I should have been terrified, but the sheer need to be touched was overwhelming. I wanted to be filled, and I wanted to fuck. Terror was far from my mind.

The waving wall shifted away slowly then parted to reveal an absolutely mammoth flower, even though its petals were closed. It leisurely floated in front of me, its trunk-sized stalk gently waving.

As the flower turned from side to side, what I thought was simply the outer green leaves of this new enormous flower, were slowly revealed to be razor sharp edges. Each green leaf resembled a saw, the serrated edge acting as some kind of armor.

Slowly, the green leaves opened independently, revealing still-closed petals as yellow as the sun. Finally, the bloom extended fully, its width from petal to petal measuring at least three feet wide, surpassing the size of every bloom I’d seen so far.

Meticulously, the petals of the flower opened, revealing the center of the flower. The leafy appendages continued to wave silently behind the petals, as though flexing their muscles, readying themselves to protect the brain-center of the bulb if I made any false moves. Like that was even possible!

The petals now opened impossibly wide. The center of the bloom was dark green and appeared to be rough, with peaks and valleys scattered across the surface that reminded me of a sponge.

The mind-altering effects of the pollen were beginning to wear off, and I started to comprehend my predicament. Obviously, I had been loaned to this species of flowers, but how the hell were they going to procreate with me?

As though reading my mind, the center of the flower began to extend toward me, its cone-like point was reaching out to touch me. I didn’t get to think about what the cone was going to do to me for very long as the two smaller blooms I’d seen before rose up and vomited gold dust on my face once again.

After putting two and two together, I knew the cone-shaped extension was going to eventually find my pussy – at least I hoped like mad it was going there and not somewhere else. Knowing the flowers’ pollen aroused me, I sucked in as much of it as possible instead of trying to avoid it as I had previously. Since I was trapped, I was going to make sure I was too far gone to feel anything but the pleasure the grays had promised I would experience.

The result was instant, and I was lost in a fog of vaginal bliss as my body was turned on physically. The bulb of the plant swayed in front of me then suddenly dove toward my chest; it happened so quickly, the movement hardly registered in my drug-induced state.

The head of the enormous flower paused at my right breast and turned sideways, the pointy tips of its knife-like leaves barely tracing across the tender skin of my areole. It was as though it was warning me by demonstrating its gentleness with the potential of danger.

Turning back to face me, the slowly extending protrusion stretched outward until it resembled the shape of a gigantic phallus. Though the width was slender, the length continued to elongate, finally stopping at a full twelve inches.

The yellow petals of the flower began to curl open and then close around the penis-like appendage, and a small part of my brain wondered where the plant expected to fit it inside of me. I giggled at the thought, a mixture of giddiness and anticipation coursing through me. Had I not been high on pollen, I would have been scared.

Once again, the flower dove at my breasts, only this time, the pointed center of the flower as well as its soft petals, slowly caressed my breasts. I gasped as I felt the silky softness of the petals smooth over my erect nipples, making them jut out even farther.

Was it possible this plant knew how to stimulate a human woman? Professor gray had told me all beings with whom I would come in contact were sentient on some level. I laughed again as I thought of the grays trying to teach one of the flowers how to have vagina with a human female.

My laugh was interrupted by a moan as the two smaller flowers took the place of the enormous head and began to run their petals across my nipples. I never would have guessed that the feel of silky flowers could be so erotic…but, that could have been the dust talking.

The two smaller flowers stopped stroking my breasts to hover a short distance in front of my nipples. From inside the center of each bloom a thin, long vine extended toward each of my sensitive nubs as the heads quivered rapidly.
The stick-thin tongues traced around the pink of my breasts until the small strands wrapped around each nipple and tugged gently. I was so aroused by now, all I could do was throw my head back and moan even louder than before.

My areoles darkened as my nipples were squeezed and teased by the blooms’ wicked tongues until the nubs were taut. I’d never seen my nipples extended this far; then again, they’d never been pulled by flower tongues either.
The smaller blooms closed their petals over my breasts, encasing both in their silky softness. I could feel the tongues continue to work my nipples as another, more slender part of the flower wrapped around the rest of my orb. Though I was unable to see exactly what was happening under the flowers’ blooms, I could feel another vine-like tongue slide between my breast and my rib, wrapping around and around my breast.

I knew I was right about what I’d imagined was happening under the cover of petals when my breasts were squeezed tightly. The feeling was incredible, especially when the plant rotated between compressing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

Evidently, the enormous flower had decided to make its move as it neared my body. I had no idea what it was doing as it caressed my lips and face. The forest green phallus nudged at my lips, prodding gently until I opened my mouth as I gasped from the sensation of my nipples being tweaked.

The extended head pushed inward until I began to choke, the spongy protrusion blocking my airway. I tried to turn my head, but the bloom followed my every movement until I was forced to do something drastic.

Gasping for breath, I made my throat relax then clamped my teeth down on the penis-like protuberance. The head of the flower shook wildly as it attempted to withdraw itself from my vice-like grip.

The smaller blooms instantly released my breasts, dropping them; unfortunately, the tongues held fast to my nipples, acting as though they were stuck in position. The tongues raised and lowered my breasts, stretching my nipples until they fully bore the weight of my large breasts. 

The plant’s vines and flowers thrashed wildly, and it seemed as though it was in pain. Only after the smaller blooms released more pollen into my face, did my jaw finally relax and open, freeing the plant from the confines of my mouth.

The dark green phallus quickly shrank back into the bulb of the flower, seeking refuge from its recent trauma. As though taking a moment to gather itself or reassess the situation, the bulbs of the plants stopped shaking and began to sway in front of me once again.

The tongues of the flowers still held onto my nipples, but they were not pulling as forcefully, having lowered back down once again. This time, the vines within the smaller blooms encircled my breasts first before the flowers came forward to enclose their petals.

The large bulb, having recovered evidently, dove at my body once again, swiping its sun-bright petals over my stomach, abdomen and thighs. Again, the phallus eased from within its protective home, growing to its previous length.

Two more vines worked their way up my legs as the bulb of the largest flower caressed the juncture between my legs. I was so wet, a line of the chalky dust from the yellow flower coated my thighs and the front of my pubic bone.

The vines reached their destination as they tickled the inside of my thighs, searching for my entrance. Finally, they found the lips of my pussy and spread them open as the giant yellow flower rubbed against my clit.

“Oh, yes, right there!” I yelled as the spongy extension grazed on a downward angle against my most sensitive spot. Whether the plant actually listened to me is unknown, but it did continue to pleasure me nonetheless.

Moving back and forth, the surface of the phallus massaged my clit until I was pushing against it, increasing the friction. My botanical lover knew exactly how to touch me and please me as it continued working my sensitive nub.

While the bulb’s penis teased and rubbed my clit, the tongues clenching my nipples and breasts continued their squeezing and tugging until I exploded in orgasm. “Fuck, yes! Oh god oh god oh god!” I screamed as the plant pleasured me into oblivion.

Never in a million years would I have ever guessed a plant could possibly learn my body in the first place, but this one knew what my body needed, and we’d only just met!

Honey ran from my pussy, drenching my thighs and making my legs slick with moisture. Sweat ran between my breasts as I gasped in air, high from my orgasm.
As I came down from my climax, the plant slowed its tugging, squeezing and caressing on my breasts and nipples. It was quite impressive that the grays had communicated the preferences of a human female to the plant, and I was a bit awed at the whole thing.

The plant’s coned head moved in-between my legs and began to gently prod at the lips of my labia. My blissful climax was slowly receding, and my mind was beginning to clear, the fog slowly receding. The thought only crossed my mind for a second, but I wondered how the plant was going to try to impregnate me.
I could see the devastation of the plants’ world all around me, but I didn’t understand how my body could possibly be used to procreate with this species. There wasn’t time to consider the possibilities because the next thing I knew, the plant shoved its phallus deep inside of my pussy.

Crying out in surprise and pleasure, the plant’s rod slid into me with ease. It felt incredibly good as it moved, which shocked me in a way. Yes, I was supposed to experience pleasure, but this was more than that – the sensation made me feel full and stretched and it was fucking amazing.

The appendage began to pump into and out of me furiously, and I could see its shaft slick with my juices each time it pulled out of my womb. It swirled itself around as though it was a spoon and my pussy was the mixing bowl – the sensation intensely fulfilling.

It withdrew suddenly as the two smaller blooms hovered next to my face. I knew I would be splattered with more glitter any moment, and I closed my eyes, ready for the dusty rain. When it didn’t happen right away, I cracked open one eye to see the reason for the delay.

With every fiber of my being, I wished I would have kept my eyes closed as I saw a change taking place in the gigantic bloom in front of me. Huge circular protrusions were making their way up the stalk of the plant, the size of each had to be close to a softball.

“No, no, no,” I shook my head as I watched the ascent of the moving balls. Though only moments ago I had felt such incredible pleasure, it was chased away like a dog with its tail between its legs as fear took over.

It was little relief to see the lumps become slightly smaller as they reached the ‘neck’ of the flower, just under the head, but the frightening image of the previous size of the bulges was already burned into my brain.

Suddenly, the head of the flower tilted backwards until its penis-like member faced the sky. Clear liquid ran over the top of its tip as the stalk shivered wildly. A thin yellow straw extended from the pistil of the plant’s shaft.

Horror filled me as my mind fully comprehended exactly where that phallus was headed as it moved between my legs once again. How much was this going to hurt? Was it going to stab me with that hollow stick-like sword on the end of its shaft? I had little doubt that was exactly what was going to happen.

The blooms on either side of my head spewed glittery pollen on my face, and I couldn’t avoid the clouds of dust regardless of the way I turned my head. I pulled with all of my strength at the bonds holding my wrists and ankles, trying in vain to free myself from the vines’ grip.

I screamed as I felt the tip of the phallus push between the lips of my vagina and lifted my hips every which way to remove it from my entrance. In response to my reluctance, more vines crawled up my legs to tighten around my abdomen, making my body immobile.

Even though the dust was beginning to cloud my mind, the adrenaline flooding my body overrode the sensation feebly. I could feel my pussy’s honey slipping down my thighs, and I could see my tightened areolas flush a darker pink, my body becoming aroused in spite of my fear.

The plant shoved itself inside my vagina, and I shouted, “No, please! Stop!” at the top of my lungs. In response, the two smaller blooms belched more glitter onto my face, and within seconds, I was as mentally high as a kite.

One last protest came out as a “noommpphhh” as my body was filled with the thick plant. I could feel the small straw pushing upward, prodding at my cervix, looking for the opening to my womb.

I felt a pinch, but from that point on, the only sensation was bliss as the plant worked my body like a master. The shaft of the plant hammered in and out of me, making me feel so amazing, I found myself meeting it thrust for thrust, helping the plant fuck me.

I felt more than saw the hard golf-ball sized bulges as they passed the lips of my vagina and ventured into the coned head of the plant. I tossed my head back as the phallus expanded then collapsed, expanded then collapsed inside of me, massaging my inner muscles.

Without my realizing it, another vine had reached toward my pussy and was teasing my clit, my body clenching and squeezing in response. The tongues on my nipples tightened and released, pulled and relaxed, the slight pain mixed with pleasure building my climax ever closer.

The vines around my breasts vibrated, and the petals of the smaller blooms caressed and teased my orbs, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. By now, I’d lost count of how many of the globular objects had been pushed into my cervix, but I gathered the amount had to be staggering.

Although my abdomen was beginning to feel full and even looked as though it was rounding slightly from the outside, I was still too far gone on pollen dust to give a damn. I’d worry about it later, and the thought passed as the strumming of my clit pushed me over the edge and into climax.

I yelled my orgasm to the world as the flower’s phallus pumped into me at a fever-pitch. In my life, I’d never felt anything so good as that spongy, elongated flower head shoving in and out of me so vehemently.

My pussy continued to spasm uncontrollably, and I had no doubt I was helping to shove those little circular globs farther into my womb. I felt as though I was on fire as my nipples pulsed, feeling as though they would explode. 
The friction of the cone-shaped pistil felt so incredible, and along with the vine expertly rubbing my clit and the tongues tweaking my nipples, it was too much for my mind to take.

Whether it was the flower’s fluid or the honey from my pussy, I couldn’t tell, but my legs were running with so much wetness, it began to drip off my dangling toes. 

The phallus continued to fuck me relentlessly, pushing in and pulling out of me like a machine that would never tire. Again, I orgasmed hard, and stars exploded from behind my closed eyelids.

The amount of endorphins coursing through my body was sending me on a trip like I’d never experienced. Finally, after three more orgasms, my body decided I couldn’t take any more stimulation, and I blacked out, blissfully peaceful.

There was a sweet liquid running out of my mouth, and I ran my hand across my lips to wipe away the tickling sensation. A strand from a nearby flower had been feeding its sugary nourishment into my mouth, and I had to admit, it was delicious.

Still on my back, I realized it was dark. I was surrounded by a wall of flowers, encased within a small prison of thick stalks. I doubted anything could get into my little concealed area either, so I suppose it depended on how I chose to look at it – I was trapped in or everything else was prevented from getting in to me.

I moved to sit up and was more than a little stunned to find that my stomach had swollen to the size of a basketball. I nearly vomited as I realized I was pregnant with the flower’s…whatever the hell they were.

As much as I tried not to panic, it was impossible to not hyperventilate as a million thoughts ran through my head. What was going to happen to me? What would the flowers do with me? Was I going to become nourishment for the flower’s offspring?

A familiar voice sounded, and I felt my emotions receding into calmness. “Relax, Sidney. You need not be fearful. Has this species not given you more pleasure than your fragile mind could handle? You seemed to enjoy their touches and caresses on your body.”

“In twelve hours, you will give birth to this species’ seedlings, continuing their lifecycle for hundreds of years. It is not in their interest to hurt you; in fact, they will care for your every physical need. You are protected by the contract we hold with them. Now rest, Sidney. You will need your strength for later.”

Damn the grays! They had obviously been watching me, but how? Were there cameras somewhere in the fucking flowers for god’s sake? How… again my delicate human brain relented, and I drifted off to sleep once again.

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