She’d been here for hours, yet the alien continued to feast on her like she hadn’t passed out again and again from the unendurable pleasure that had consumed her. Despite being in a dream scenario she’d have longed for, Catherine truly could not handle any more.
Having laughed off the warnings about being cautious of what type of outfit she wore, Catherine couldn’t remember anything between leaving the Halloween party and finding herself in this dark, otherworldly place. She had loved the outfit she wore, a skin-tight, light-blue space suit that really accentuated her hips and felt just as comfortable to wear while out as it had when she’d tried it on initially.
Typically, she was too self-conscious to wear something so revealing and skin-tight. For the Halloween party, however, she felt much more daring. What pleased her the most were the number of compliments she received, not just from her friends, and the fact that she never felt leered at or uncomfortable. The sexy astronaut costume was a hit. By the time she was leaving, everything regarding the warnings that had circulated had all been forgotten.
She bid her friends farewell as she arrived home. The last thing she recalled was facing her front door, and then suddenly, she awoke in this darkness.
Catherine felt heavy – like she couldn’t move against the weight of the air around her. The air itself felt almost thick as she breathed it in. With every breath, unbearable arousal flowed through her body. As she looked up towards the only thing not cloaked in utter darkness, the twinkling stars in the sky, she noticed how different the sky looked. A planet seemed to be in view, and it looked remarkably like Earth. For a moment, she thought she had gained consciousness in a dream, yet the weight of tentacles holding her down and the vivid texture as she pressed her hands to them made her feel very awake. The sudden slap of a tongue between her legs, slapping right against her pussy made her gasp, a sharp shock of arousing sensation that she could not ever imagine feeling in a dream without waking.
For the next hour, Catherine was teased and tormented by something between her legs. As much as she tried to reach down and caress the unknown lover, or look down to see, she could never make out what this alien mass was. Whatever it was, it took more care and regard for her stimulation than any lover she’d been with. Even her self-exploration could not compare to this careful, precise onslaught of oral stimulation.
Through a combination of the intoxicating, aphrodisiac qualities of the air she inhaled or the delicate attention between her legs, the pulsing heartbeat that drummed in her chest had moved to locate itself solely within her clitoris. Her apprehension of her predicament had shifted to pure, undeniable sexual longing.
As much as Catherine thought about the warnings, that the sexy spacesuit was the cause of this situation, she couldn’t bring herself to leave even if she wanted to. Aside from the heavy, powerful tentacles pinning her down, the arousal she felt was dizzying. She knew she should run, that she should flee in fear of what was to come, yet the pleasure she felt, the erotic spell she seemed to be under and the allure of more of what she currently felt, kept her captive.
If she had known just how intensely her clitoris would continue to be manipulated even as she came harder than she ever had in her life, scrambling to get away from the suffocating orgasms, Catherine might have tried harder to pull herself free and return to earth somehow.
The alien’s tongue seemed to be joined by many smaller tentacles throughout the first hour. They teased and spread her tender folds, ensuring she was delicately explored to her heart’s content. Her clitoris was teased and circled and only barely stroked to ensure that she was grinding her hips constantly. The creature’s long, thick, weighty tongue-like appendage lapped against her opening in a way to constantly keep Catherine’s vaginal walls opening and closing in anticipation of something more. Whether it was going to push inside or simply slide up and lick along her clit, was the question that kept her body guessing. It was something it seemed to not want her to ever find the answer to, as it took great enjoyment in slowly teasing her this way.
The next hour, after she had already begun begging it to do more to her, hoping it could understand, the alien’s tentacles continued to press along her body, weighing down and keeping her trapped as it continued its work. It occasionally flicked the tip of a tentacle over the tip of her clitoris. She yelped in shock and pleasure, her legs naturally trying to close shut but unable to do so against this living organism of bondage holding her helplessly in place.
She wondered, while the tongue constantly pressed against her entrance as the tendrils teased everywhere else around her pussy, if the thing was solely using her to feed on her pleasure. She was sure of it, as her pleas for more and absolute desperation to come went without response. While this wonderful attention to her sensitivities was unlike any human lover she could even fantasize about, at least a human would show some kind of mercy, some kind of empathy to the unbearable need for orgasmic release. A human could understand that build-up without climax starts to become nothing but torture. This alien creature simply continued its work with no regard to the writhing, straining, screaming wreck Catherine had become after another hour of slow, languid teasing.
Catherine had no idea whether it was the atmosphere, something the alien secreted, or something else entirely that ensured she didn’t get tired or desensitized to this marathon teasing session. It simply continued to slip those tendrils along her clitoris, occasionally exposing it to circle around it directly and occasionally flicking against it softly. All the while, that tongue would continue to keep her pussy a sopping-wet mess of sexual arousal. It would provide the slightest feign of relief by pushing in just a fraction, before pulling away and returning to licking up and down slowly. The worst parts were when the tendrils pushed back her clitoral hood to fully expose that stiff little nub before dripping some kind of oily liquid directly onto it. Catherine could look down and just about see the shimmering fluid as it slowly dripped onto her twitching clitoris.
As much as she begged and screamed, nothing changed. It continued to sexually torment her in this manner until she was certain that its intention was to drive her insane with need. It wouldn’t give her a moment of rest. Even as she was shaking with need, even as she was sweating, it seemed that the rules of what her body could take did not apply in this world. She would have needed it to stop by now, to have hydrated or recuperated, yet it could continue unabated.
Even the droplets of fluid on her clitoris, which seemed to make it feel somehow even more sensitive than before – which had seemed impossible – were enough to set her right at the pinnacle of orgasm. The little splashes of impact, the gentle hits of the liquid falling against her clitoris in what looked like slow motion, still managed to be enough to get her right there. The fact that she could see the drops moving so slowly made her anticipate the contact even more – it made her clitoris absolutely twitch. It was maddening. Being constantly brought to the edge of orgasm in this way made her know for sure that this creature was sadistic.
When she felt what else awaited her clitoris, Catherine became apprehensive of experiencing the orgasm she had been wishing for with all her might. She felt a small tentacle slip barely within her pussy. It seemed to suction ever so slightly, as if it were sucking against her inner folds. The sensation made her gasp. However, what she felt next made her instantly shriek and hit the edge instantaneously.
Her clitoris remained exposed, twitching as if dancing for attention. A small tendril pressed against it, yet the tip of it felt as if it were a tiny mouth latching onto her swollen bud. Instead of teeth, tiny, soft protrusions lined the underside of the mouth. It devoured every visible morsel of her clitoris and seemed to suck against it. She screamed on the edge, and it let go right as she was there. With how intense the sensation was, she became worried that her body wouldn’t be able to handle what kind of orgasmic hell this creature could put her through if it did let her come.
By the time it had repeated this for an hour, simply biting down with that soft mouth on her clitoris while that tentacle and tongue teased her entrance continuously, she didn’t care how much it could make her come or what would result from it. She just needed to come more than she imagined any human had ever needed to before. As much as she wept or cried out for mercy, there was no way of telling whether it could understand or whether it did this purposefully or not. All she knew was that she needed it to stop torturing her like this.
Finally, it once again exposed her clitoris and let it twitch on its own for a little before the droplets appeared above. The tentacle was positioned a few feet above her clitoris. As the drops moved through the air far slower than they would on Earth, the splashes against her clitoris made her shiver in pleasure. Yet she remained as still as possible, wanting to feel every ounce of what they did to her.
As she started to again near her orgasm, she realised that many droplets were lined up and raining down in a single line towards her clit. Once on the brink and seeing the continuous flow, she knew that if they all made contact, she’d definitely orgasm from it.
It was maddening to feel the impending orgasm and see the method of stimulation floating down to her, yet being unable to speed it up.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The droplets continued to impact her clitoris; surely just one more would do it.
Drip. Drip. Drip
Again and again they made contact, until finally, Catherine came.
The alien held her tightly, making sure her clitoris remained in the way of the liquid as she shivered in orgasm. She also wanted them to make contact; otherwise, her orgasm would be ruined without any further contact. The slow pace of the droplets, however, meant that it was an extremely frustrating orgasm. It seemed to be so drawn out, the dripping liquid not fast enough to make it truly as intense as she wanted it to be, yet still dragging it out. It wasn’t quite a ruined orgasm, but Catherine needed more.
Drip. Drip. Drip
Just before the climax could calm down, as the last few drops made contact, that tiny mouth returned to latch against her clitoris, joined by a few more, while the creature’s tentacle drove inside her. In an instant, Catherine rocketed into another orgasm.
The sucking type of sensation within, causing a more intense friction inside her, was alone enough to make this situation as alien as she could have imagined. The combination of this, along with that mouth-tipped tentacle latching onto her clit – while tiny tendrils coiled around the base of her clitoris to squeeze it – made her feel a million miles from humanity.
As she came and came repeatedly without pause, she yearned for the mercy of a human, the slight understanding of what she was feeling, to know to back off or let her rest for just a second.
The creature only ever did just a fraction more each time – just a little more pressure, sucking a tiny bit harder or thrusting barely any deeper – only ever enough to ensure her orgasm was a little more intense each time.
Each time she tried to push the alien away or protect herself, she was frozen rigid in place, unable to endure the levels of ecstasy being thrust upon her as she was launched into the stratosphere by another explosion of ecstasy.
In space, no one can hear Catherine scream, yet she screamed and screamed and screamed for someone, anything, to give her respite from the constant orgasms that demolished her over and again. With her body unable to rest yet not succumbing to fatigue, exhaustion or unconsciousness, Catherine wondered how much more she could possibly be forced to withstand.
The alien was fascinated by human female sexuality. It wanted to sample the very limits of what their experiences of orgasms could bring. It would continue to experiment with this female’s pussy until it was certain that it had milked her of the greatest limits of climax that she could possibly feel and endure.
It would take as long as it needed.
If she were lucky, she’d get a little rest before others of its species arrived to have their turn.
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