Alien Love Slave (Sex Slave Series #1) (3 page)

The gray
who had spoken earlier
stepped back
immediately
when I made my climax known, seemingly surprised at the
intense
sound I could emit from my lungs. I
stopped screaming long enough to suck in a deep breath, then shouted again as the orgasm crashed over me like waves on a beach – again and again and again.

My wrists and ankles strained against their bonds as I writhed and struggled on the table. After what seemed like a thousand minutes, my body finally began to relax, my breathing slowing down
and my heart regulating
itself.

The slime slowly worked over my legs and between my toes, but I could have cared less. I felt so amazing, I almost didn’t mind having been abducted.

“Let us see the results,” stated the gray standing next to me. He produced some kind of square machine that whistled and chirped as he waved it over the black goo. “It appears you are healthy enough to continue on to Phase 2,” he said, so
unding pleased.

For the first time, I noticed the ceiling was emitting a soft glow from the edges, allowing light to permeate the room. What appeared to be a plastic cover, at least to me, ran the expanse of the
dome above me.

The light faded slowly only to be replaced by a beam of light so bright, I was momentarily blinded yet again. Purple spots were everywhere I looked, even when I closed my eyes.

The gray motioned to his friends to step forward as he started pointing to different parts of my body. I gathered he was explaining each part to his partners as he poked and prodded my eyes, mouth, teeth and tongue.
Whichever body part he discussed, the bright light illuminated
, obliterating
any remaining shadows
as well as my privacy.

“What is
P
hase 2?” I asked.

The lead gray turned to me and said, “Please remain quiet for the duration of this
teaching
exercise.”

My first thought was along the lines of what he could shove up his ass, but the thought slipped away easily. Suddenly, I really didn’t want to talk anymore
,
and I was fine with it.

The professor – the lead gray guy –
moved
from my ears
to my
hair
then to my
throat, arms and hands. It was all quite businesslike, except no one was speaking. I gathered the professor must be communicating with his students mentally or
that they had mastered the meaning of gestures
.

I’d never had a physical that was as thorough. Each part of my body, minus my privates, w
as
examined, touched
,
wiggled
,
and prodded. My bellybutton was quite interesti
ng
evidently
,
and all three students spent time swirling one of its fingers in the indent, tickling me.

I could tell what was coming next when the
beam of light moved slightly below my navel and
the
professor
began to
press on my ovaries.
He showed each student where
each
one
was located and how to find it by palpitating my abdomen.
At some point, I knew the rest of my reproductive system was going to be the subject of discussion, but I w
as only mildly annoyed, the thought fleeting.

The professor reached to
cup my breast and jiggle the fullness of it then pinch the nipple
making my breath catch in my throat. Each gray took turns playing with my breasts and squeezing my nipples. One took the activity so far as to surround my large orb with both of his long, bony
hands
. He would gather it up, then drop it, then gather it up again, then drop it, watching it intensely as it settled into place.

He continued to work the flesh of my breast by cupping the outside with one of his palms then gently pushing it from one hand to the other. My breast reminded me of water sloshing back and forth in a bathtub. The gray seemed fascinated by it.

Again, I couldn’t figure out the reason my attitude was so incredibly
calm when I should be outraged and
pissed that these strange beings were fondling me without permission.
I can’t explain it, but I just wasn’t angry at all; it was as though the emotion was almost foreign to my mind.

The lead gray methodically moved down my body, never speaking a word or making a sound, only pointing, touching
,
and
caress
ing. I knew the discussion would become interesting when they reached my sex
,
and they didn’t disappoint.

I was moving again as the table was silently raised closer to the ceiling. All three
student
s
came to stand between my legs
where my pussy was wide open for viewing
.
As I looked between my outstretched legs, t
he only part of the student
s
or the professor
I could see was the top of
the professor’s
bald, gray head.

One student stepped forward
,
and
I felt cold, bony fingers touch my
sex as t
he first
student
opened the lips of my labia widely
.
Professor gray made a popping and clicking noise, then without warning, he flicked my clit with his finger.

I tried to sit up as I yelled, “Shit!” in surprise at the sudden stimulation.
The table was lowered suddenly
,
and I was panting heavily when professor gray stood over me.

“You will not interrupt,” he said matter-of-factly.

I was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but my speech died in my throat. The only sound I was able to produce now was air. What a bastard! You can’t flick a woman’s clit and expect her to remain quiet
,
stupid dumbass.

I wondered for a moment if he ‘heard’ my insult because he turned around and stared at me before continuing his lesson.

The table rose higher
,
and we were back to
our
previous position. The next student proceeded to flick my clit and so did the next as well as the last. Thankfully, the only sound I could make was an inhaled or exhaled gasp, lest I get into trouble once again.

The professor, who was standing on my left, pulled back the fleshy lips of my sex and began to circle my clit with one finger. It was incredibly arousing as he continued to tease me without actually touching my sensitive spot.

After a few minutes of his attention, I was aching to be
pleasur
ed, but I couldn’t say a peep about it; I could only gasp and hope he decided to ease my throbbing clit. Instead, he drew lines from just above my
sensitive nub
into the fol
ds of my pussy then retraced the path back to the top.

Without stopping, he made a small u-turn around my clit then ran his finger along the
crease of my vulva.
My legs began to shake as my sexual frustration intensified. It was beyond maddening as he continued his slow pace, leisurely tracing up, over and down, up, over then down, repeating the process endlessly.

The fluid inside of my pussy began to trickle out of me
,
and I jumped wildly when one of the grays touched the bottom of my opening.
I yelled an airy, “Aaaa
h
!” which was thankfully ignored by the professor.

By now, I was nearly in
pain
,
and tears streamed from my eyes down into my hair
. All it would take is a few strums of his finger across my clit
,
and I would have my moment. Sweat broke out across my body
,
making the surface under my ass, legs and upper back slippery.

The professor turned his head to look at me and nodded. For an unknown reason, I knew he was going to give me what I’d been aching for, my release was coming soon.

While continuing to hold the lips of my pussy open with one hand, he lightly brushed the pad on one finger across my clit. Another soundless, air-filled scream left my mouth as my body arched upward to find more contact with something,
anything
.

Before I could become too angry, he repeated the action,
only this time, he used two fingers and swept them across my sensitive nub in an upward movement, then in a downward movement
, but only once
.

Again, my body bowed off the table
, my clit aching for a continuous touch
.
Finally, p
rofessor gray met my body on the upstroke and continued to rub his fingers against my clit.
He increased the pace,
furiously
strumming
the sensitive flesh
up and down, up and down.

Each
stroke
felt so good
,
and I finally let myself relax into the rhythm of his
touch
.
I watched as
he
increased
the
speed
of his fingers
again; they were moving so fast, it was getting difficult to make out the digits on his hands.

Clearly this alien had an ultra-speed
in his fingers human females
could only find
in a vibrator.
After
several
more
lightning
strokes,
I was climaxing so powerfully, had I been able to use my voice, the gray’s sensitive ears would have been ringing in pain.

Honey gushed out of my pussy, coating my sex and dripping onto the table from the crack of my ass. My nipples had become hardened nubs
,
and my areolas crinkled with the intense flow of blood.

In the midst of one of my orgasms, the profes
sor
instructed one of his students to shove his long fingers into my pussy, making my inner muscles clench
in response.

One student in particular
was fascinated with my response to his fingers pushing into me.
He shoved one finger, then two
then three, making me cry out in pleasure.
He took over where the professor had left off and began to rub my clit with his other hand.

He massaged my fleshy nub over and over again
,
causing me to arch off the table and shove myself onto his fingers. I climaxed easily for him, my clit having already been stimulated
,
and he moved his fingers with me, maximizing my pleasure.

Instead of removing his fingers, he left them inside of me
as the muscles of my pussy twitched and danced for him. He moved his fingers one more time, wriggling them back and forth, eliciting a moan from me before turning around to face his fellow students.

After
the remaining
student
s
had shoved a couple of
digits
inside of me, their attention shifted from my body’s response to their fingers. They huddled together in a semi-circle between my legs, each studying the wetness my body had produced on each other’s fingers.

Slowly, I came down from my orgasm as my breathing returned to normal and my body began to cool. Pleasure still flowed from the tips of my fingers to my head and to my toes.

My legs and arms began to move
involuntarily
as the extensions slid back toward the table.
Finally, I was allowed a bit of privacy for at least one part of my body, my pussy no longer open and on display.

The
professor came to stand next to my head and placed his hands on my temples. He looked into my eyes and commanded, “Sleep restfully, human woman.
You will need your rest for Phase 3.
We will talk later.”

My mind resisted as questions flooded my mind. What was Phase 3? What were they going to do to me next? Was pain involved? How the hell do I get out of here? Where
was
here?

“No,” I whispered as my eyelids started to feel heavy.
I tried not to close my eyes, but it was no use.
Exhaustion
from having been sexually teased
then experiencing several climaxes had tired me, but the command from the professor to sleep was something my mind could not ignore
as I drifted off into a peaceful sl
umber
.

How long I slept, I’ll never know, but when I woke up, I felt absolutely wonderful and more refreshed than I’d felt in...well,
ever.
You would think sleeping on a table would have been more than a little uncomfortable, but it
didn’t seem to affect me in the least.