Page 4 of Orange Sky
“Stop! I don’t understand. You might be a defective Neko cat. One of those uneducated ones.”
Neko cat? What does he mean? What kind of species is that? And a cat? His face and build look human. Well, his skin looks smooth except for some black tattoo crisscrossing across his face, neck, chest, and arms. Bulky and muscled, not too over that he looked grotesque. Just about right for a bodybuilder I guess.
Looking closely, he has stripes of silver, black and white all over his arms and torso. He has only an open vest and I stiffened a little when I saw weapons strapped to his belt. Some look like phasers I see in the movies, others are more like small knives. In fact, he either has a katana or a broad sword behind his back. I can see the hilt protruding from one of his massive shoulders.
I wonder what his skin feels like?
Pushing that last thought out of my mind, I realized he was stripping me of my clothes! Or what’s left of it. I saw my skin is almost black, with some dried-up blood along my left calf. I tried to squirm away because he was stripping me of my underwear. That is right after he cut off my clothes along with my bra right in the middle using his claw!
When I crawled backward, he pounced on me.
Oof, yeah, he’s heavy. I felt like one of those poor football players during a tackle. It probably felt like ten linebackers piled up on top of me!
“Get off!”, I screamed and tried to push him off. But it’s like pushing a concrete wall. My sense of preservation is probably numb because I don’t feel disgusted by him at all. My brain says it’s wrong, but my body said it’s okay.
He gave me a leeway, freeing one of my legs but that is only so he can slide back and proceed to take off the rest of my undies.
He pushed himself off further, but he pinned my right thigh. I screamed when he placed a hand on the v of my legs. What is he doing?!
“You are a defective neko cat,” he murmured to himself. I can hear his rumble all the way to my chest. I can only see his hair which felt amazingly smooth against any part of my skin he’s touching me. It is mostly black but has highlights of yellow and gold in it. I panted and tried to calm myself again otherwise I would faint. Good thing he is not pushing his dead weight on me. I can still breathe but barely.
Just then, he inserted his finger at the v of my legs.
“You have a hole in here,” he grumbled. Pushing his long finger inside me, I tried to stop it but he’s too forceful. “Definitely defective,” he said to himself.
Moving is difficult when he’s on top of me. I can barely lift myself or move my arm. I realized that he had possibly retracted his claw because otherwise, I would have been tearing up down there!
This felt like a personal attack and yet his finger seemed to dive deeper and curving, feeling me all around. And my body is betraying me. Against my wishes, my insides flooded a bit. So even though he added another finger, I was not hurt that much. I shivered involuntarily.
Pretty soon, instead of trying to scream, I am panting a little. My legs started to relax. I wonder at what point I started to relax around him? Much to my horror and pleasure, he increased his pace. And in a span of just probably minutes, I felt that quiver. And never in my lifetime had I orgasmed quickly and violently. My left leg which is free at the moment shuddered to the violence of my orgasm. My whole body felt shocked and I could feel more fluids gushing from my pussy. I belatedly felt three fingers are still inside me and I knew I needed to tell him that he needed to stop!
I turned my face towards him, expecting to see the back of his head. But I’m surprised to see that his face is turned towards me. He was watching me while he was doing that! He is sporting a smirk similar to a conqueror having had his first virgin bride. Well, too bad I’m not a virgin. Or maybe close to it. It has been years since Jake. I’d been too busy building my career to enter into a relationship. I’m not into casual sex. Maybe it’s the reason why I’m panting now and came. Hard.
Panting, I tried to say, “A-asshole.”
The guy just smirked and looked very pleased with himself. I could not imagine what I looked like then. He brought his hand slicked with my juices to his face. His eyes pinned me in place as he licked his fingers one by one. I do not know whether to be thrilled or vomit. The way he was looking at me, he liked what he tasted. He sucked his middle finger for last. Slowly.
He turned back to my lower regions and I thought he would let me go. Unfortunately, it seems he’s not yet done with me. I could hear him suck his finger again, I do not know which one. The next thing I felt, he inserted a finger in my ass! What the hell -
“Two holes,” he said, sounding pleased as a slight burn traveled to my lower back. I do not know what he expects because he should realize I do not produce liquid to lubricate myself. I squirmed and tried to wiggle away.
A few moments into it, he seemed to realize it as well. It’s painful. He pulled out and I thought finally he would let me go. He opened a pouch from his belt, saw his arm barely moved. But soon enough, he inserted two fingers. I moaned in pain. It burned. I doubled my efforts to escape him because I felt like I would be split open.
His movement stopped and then he looked at me. I know my face is all scrunched up and I was panting in pain this time. He knit his brow. He looked puzzled about why I did not gain pleasure from what he’s doing. He removed one finger and retained his possibly bigger middle finger. He slowed his movement, pushing in and out one knuckle at a time. And while he’s doing that, he’s intently watching my face. Looking at my reactions. I tried to control my facial expression and thought, should he think me defective if I do not get pleasure from this?
I haven’t had anal sex. And this goes into the territory of rape. But do I endure this to survive? Or fight now and die? I had survived for 34 years on Earth. Still too young considering the average human life has extended to 150 years. With advancements in technology, we were able to prolong life and age slower. But survival is different because everything is almost semi-controlled by the government otherwise there is no room left on Earth to inhabit. We have not yet reached space travel beyond the Solar System. However, for the past fifty years, the government revealed footages of alien space ships visiting Earth every now and then. No alien contact though.
I jolted when he inserted a finger in my pussy. He is alternating the movement of both fingers simulating sex with a cock. Against my will, I was soon panting with need. The guy’s forehead was cleared but he had a stoic face on. He looks like a scientist on the verge of a discovery.
What kind of planet is this? Better yet, who is this guy?
All too soon, I had my second orgasm. I moaned out loud to my eternal shame. I could not control my body’s tremors. It’s either this guy is just that good or those earlier aliens have injected something in me to make me feel this wanton. Even with my second orgasm, I felt like I could go for more. But the tremors were not that intense unlike the first one.
“You’ll do,” the guy said when I finished, panting. His face showed no emotions. He slowly removed his fingers from inside and crouched near my leg. That was the chance I was waiting for. I don’t feel his heavy frame on me. I want to stand up and run! But, my legs felt jelly after having two orgasms in a row. In fact, I felt a bit sleepy. Not good.
I was not able to resist when he held my legs open for his inspection. He moved nearer and focused on what’s between my legs. I noticed that I do not have my natural curls down there.
Yes, it’s positive. The aliens who abducted me are the classical alien-for-sex mission. How lucky can I get?
