Amazonian Dominatrixes from Space - Chapter One: Alien Abcuction

This tale might be genuine or not, depending on which timeline you inhabit. But even if it isn’t true in your reality, know that it is true elsewhere. And it could become true for you eventually. Somewhere out there in the desert skies, a fate worse than death yet better than ecstasy might be waiting…

I had just graduated college and started my first real job when I bought my brand-new car. Well, technically it was an entry-level truck equipped only with an AM radio. My plan was to install a proper stereo system soon—maybe after the next paycheck—but until then, I was stuck listening to AM broadcasts.

That’s how I ended up tuned into Art Bell while driving down a deserted road in the California desert late on a Friday night. I was heading out to camp at a spot ideal for stargazing. Unfortunately, I never actually got around to looking up; it turned out the sky was watching me instead.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted an unusual light moving from left to right. As it passed directly overhead, roughly a mile ahead of my truck, the engine began to sputter and then died completely. I coasted to a halt in the middle of the road. Everything went dead: the engine, radio, headlights, dash lights—everything.

The strange light drifted toward me, and as it drew nearer, I could see it was some kind of craft. It had a cigar shape with a row of windows near the front. It stopped and settled onto the road, resting on four legs that extended from its underside just before landing. It hovered about twenty yards in front of me. I felt paralyzed, unable to move. A section of the craft opened, folded down, and became a ramp.

Two creatures descended the ramp and walked toward me.

One was short and looked exactly like what people call The Greys: large head, scrawny body, grey skin, enormous eyes. It appeared naked, showing no obvious genitalia or other features. But the creature walking beside it caught my attention more. She was a tall woman with golden skin. Very nearly human in appearance, save for her golden hue and similar hair texture. Her eyes were perhaps slightly too large and somewhat almond-shaped, but otherwise, she had the face of a beautiful, tall woman.

She wore a silver suit that contrasted dramatically with her skin tone. The garment was snug, highlighting an impressive set of curves beneath it. While I stared at the golden alien, the Grey pointed a device in my direction and I heard a voice inside my head.

“Get out of your vehicle,” she commanded.

I didn’t want to leave; fear held me back, but I had no choice. My body moved on its own accord until I was standing on the road beside my truck. The two aliens approached within fifteen feet or so.

“Follow us.”

The voice came again as the Grey turned back toward their craft. My feet started to follow, but the tall golden female stopped her companion and took the device from it.

“Wait,” I heard in my head as she pointed the device at me. The first voice had been flat, offering no hint of gender or sex, much like the Grey’s outward features. But this new voice was distinctly feminine—just as commanding, perhaps even more so, yet undeniably womanly.

“Remove your clothing,” it commanded.

Embarrassed and frightened, I found myself involuntarily stripping in front of these two aliens. As I did, the female alien walked up to me. By the time I was completely naked, she stood right before me.

“Display yourself.”

I heard her voice as my legs moved apart involuntarily and my arms came up to lock my hands behind my head. She was an inch or two taller than me and began examining me closely. Her hands touched, poked, and prodded at my body. She kneaded the muscles in my upper arms, ran her hands firmly down my back, and groped my naked buttocks.

Returning to stand before me, the alien commanded me to “achieve your maximum size.”

I felt my cock begin to swell. Quickly it became erect and continued growing. I managed to look down—the only movement available to me—and saw it waving in the air. It was the hardest and largest state I had ever seen it achieve. Veins bulged along the shaft, throbbing with my pulse. The alien reached down and took a firm grip on it. She squeezed, tested its hardness, and appearing satisfied, turned back to the Grey.

“We’ll take this one,” she said in my mind.

“Follow us.”

Involuntarily, still fully erect and now bobbing as I walked, I followed them up the ramp and into their craft. At the top of the ramp, the Grey turned right toward the front, while the golden female went left. I followed her. We entered a large room resembling a lounge or entertainment area, filled with chairs, couches, and something that looked like a bed.

“What is happening?” I screamed internally. “Am being abducted by aliens?”

“We call ourselves Tolosians,” I heard the golden female say in my mind. “Our home system lies toward the star you know as Arcturus. We are one of many interstellar species that have signed agreements with your government allowing us to harvest a certain number of humans per year in exchange for providing advanced technology.”

“Harvest?” I screamed. “As in eat?” “That is the wording from the original agreements,” she replied. “The first races who negotiated this indeed ‘harvested’ humans. Some provided biological material for research, while others found that certain human organs and hormones held great medicinal value.”

I was terrified at this point. “But you may consider yourself fortunate to have been harvested by Tolosians. Our uses of you do not require your destruction. In fact, destroying us would be highly counter-productive. However, since we arrived on Earth rather late, we utilized the existing terminology.” I wanted to run but couldn’t move; I remained under some sort of mind-control exerted by this beautiful yet terrifying female alien.

“Not mind-control,” she said, obviously reading my thoughts. “Body control. Your mind—such as it is—is not our primary interest. It is your body we wish to control and that will serve us well.”

That part was clearly true, even down to the control of my cock. Still standing out, almost painfully erect, a command to lay face-up on what looked like a bed had me move robotically toward it, climb up, and lie down. My cock pointed upward now, bobbing above my stomach with veins protruding and everything still pulsing in rhythm with my slightly rapid heartbeat.

“Generations ago, our people evolved beyond sexual reproduction,” the alien was saying as she began to unzip her silver suit. “But when that happened, our males eventually dissipated. We are a race of only females now. For thousands of years we thought nothing of it; it was just how things were—until we discovered Earth.”

She slipped the suit off and underneath, her skin retained its same golden color. Her body was beautiful: firm breasts, a thin waist, wide hips… I noticed she had a small triangle of pubic hair that was darker than her head hair, almost bronze-colored. Despite my fear, thoughts about curtains and carpets crossed my mind; I wondered if she dyed her hair. Then I worried whether provoking her anger might happen since she could obviously read my thoughts. But if she did notice the thought, she took no notice of it outwardly. Instead, she continued moving toward me now, both of us completely naked.

“When we discovered Earth, we found that Earthmales are very similar to the ancient males of our own race, particularly regarding their sex organs. Seeing our first Earthmaales sparked a long-forgotten desire, and we discovered we were still capable of experiencing what you call ‘orgasm’ when copulating with an Earthmale.”

She climbed onto the bed and straddled me. “We find the experience enjoyable, so we harvest Earthmales to provide for our sexual pleasure.”

I guided my impossibly rigid cock into her golden pussy and lowered myself onto her. She was incredibly soft and silky, filled with a lubrication fluid that felt wonderful. As she took my full length inside, we both gasped. She started riding me up and down. Soon I felt the urge to thrust upward, which I did. At first it was awkward, but soon she mastered control of my body and our movements synchronized perfectly.

Before long, I felt myself nearing an orgasm. I tried hard to hold back. The pleasure was immense; I didn’t want it to end, yet I feared what might happen if I shot my load too early while she wanted to use me for her own enjoyment. I wondered then if pregnancy were possible.

“That is not possible,” said the voice inside my head. “We do not function like that any longer.”

Her telepathic voice had taken on a breathy quality. Looking at her face, I could see she was enjoying herself deeply. Though worried about coming before she was ready, I couldn’t hold out much longer. I was sooo close, and it felt so good.

She rode me harder now, commanding my body to thrust with more force. Our pubic areas slammed together as my cock slid nearly the entire length of her golden pussy. We were both panting from the exertion. I was sure the next thrust would send me over the edge.

But it didn’t.

We continued fucking hard, fast, and deep. I stopped trying to hold back my orgasm; instead, I became desperate for it, crazed with the need for release.

It still didn’t happen.

She kept using me while a rising ecstasy built within her. She rode on, I bucked into her, until eventually—after thirty minutes of fucking that seemed endless—I heard a low moan from her and felt the walls of her pussy begin to pulsate rhythmically around my cock. Her breath grew ragged. Then with a cry and shudder, she came.

She stayed in orgasm for a while, perhaps a full minute of shaking and moaning, before collapsing on top of me. My thrusting stopped by command, though I think some small control returned to me as I reached up with my arms to gently hug her golden body lying heavily upon mine. It felt like a voluntary action—the first one since my truck stalled.

My cock remained hard inside her. I could feel occasional twitches from her and the squeeze of her pussy walls, while her breathing began returning to normal.

Then another voice came—another female voice in my head.

“How was it?” asked the new voice.

“Better than they said,” answered the alien woman on top of me. “Much better.”

“Good,” said the other voice. As the first alien climbed off, sliding away from my still-hard, unsatisfied cock, I saw the source of the second voice.

She was also a tall female with golden skin. Naked and beautiful like the first, she had noticeably different features: smaller, more angled eyes giving her an insect-like appearance despite looking mostly human—almost mantis-like. Her gold skin shimmered with patterns as she moved toward the bed where I lay.

The first alien sank naked into a padded chair while the second climbed onto the bed and straddled me just like the first.

“I am not certain about this,” said the shimmering alien. “Inserting its organ inside of me seems… strange.”

“It feels wonderful,” replied the first, her thought-voice still hazy and distracted.

“I’ll try it then.”

The shimmering alien lowered herself onto my cock, renewing the command to thrust. I was immediately back on the edge of orgasm, thinking again that I would shoot, but I didn’t. We fucked hard in the same way as before. The second woman had somewhat larger breasts that bounced and jiggled hypnotically with a shimmering skin pattern.

I don’t know how long I stared at those bouncing tits above me until looking up to see her face; she wasn’t completely enjoying things.

“This isn’t working for me,” I heard her voice in my head.

“You can try the alternate method,” said the first from her chair.

The shimmering alien lifted herself off, and suddenly my throbbing cock, slick with her wetness, waved helplessly in the air. She slid up my body, lowering her golden, shimmering pussy onto my face. I saw she had no pubic hair—shaved or born that way—and the rest of her anatomy looked very human except for the color and iridescent sheen.

My lips and tongue automatically began pleasuring her alien pussy under undeniable commands. She tasted slightly salty, much like a human woman. My hips continued thrusting uselessly into thin air until she remembered to end that command. With my face buried in her golden clit, labia, and inner lips, I licked and sucked all the shimmering parts.

Her hips rocked and ground against my face. At times it was hard to breathe as she pushed down and smothered me; I would gasp for breath only to be covered again by golden lips. She made noises indicating pleasure until eventually shuddering into orgasm, releasing a small flood of juice over my face.

She didn’t lift off immediately. The irresistible command told me to shift attention from her clit to softly stimulate the labia and vaginal entrance. I did this for minutes, feeling her gentle movements above and hearing contented sighs—both audible and telepathic—as she projected sounds of pleasure into my mind.

Then the command returned my lips to her alien clit, working it until she came again after some time. She repeated this cycle several times before collapsing with full weight on my face.

I remained unable to move or breathe due to the mind/body control, though my thoughts were readable as the first alien spoke to the smothering one:

“The Earthmale needs oxygen to survive. Your pleasure organs are covering its breathing apparatus.”

The shimmering alien lifted herself up and I gasped lung-fulls of pussy-scented air.

She climbed down, slightly unsteady, speaking in my head: “That is indeed beyond what I expected.”

“I will have to try the alternate method,” thought the first. “Though it seems strange to me.”

At this point, a third alien appeared—another golden-skinned female, shorter and stockier with enormous beautiful breasts.

“Is the Earthmale available for my use now?” she asked.

“Yes,” said the first. “It is primed and ready.”

My cock was still rock hard since being outside on the road. I wondered how long it had been, thinking about prolonged erections, before finding myself involuntarily climbing down with my erection bobbing in front of me. The new alien climbed onto the bed and lay back. Involved but not unhappy, I entered her in the Missionary position.

She was as silky smooth

“h inside as the other two, and soon I was thrusting away into her. With the first stroke I was back to the edge of orgasm. I still hadn’t cum, and every stroke was now an agony of denial. I was desperate to cum, desperate to get over that threshold, but no matter what, I never did. “The Earthmale is confused,” said the large-breasted alien I was fucking. “It doesn’t understand why it doesn’t… climax?” I felt the first alien’s mind probing mine. It was the most invasive feeling I’ve ever had. It didn’t interfere with my fucking the alien under me though, that action continued automatically. After a moment, I heard her voice in my head as I pumped away. “I understand now. You normally will climax with sexual activity, as we have with you, though you produce an ejaculate and we do not. This is our first experience with orgasms, our crew did not have access to an Earthmale before. There are certain organic compounds and hormones contained in your ejaculate that are absorbed by the walls of our own sex organs. While these compounds produce enjoyable sensations for us when absorbed, we must be cautious as they are toxic to us in large enough quantities. It would be dangerous for one of us to absorb your Earthmale toxins more than once in an Earth year.” “Because of this, we cannot allow you to emit ejaculate. That function has been disabled.”

I've always been an Art Bell fan. This made me smile.

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> Tom Allen wrote: ↑Sat Jun 17, 2023 6:34 am > Oh yes, I had this game. OMG! That takes me back!