Area 6-9 (closed for bankbabe13)

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“Where? . . . What” . . . ,Zyphyx thought as he regained consciousness.

He had a vague memory of something hitting his ship as he was about to shift into hyperdrive to avoid the humans’ flying craft.

“Must have been some new weapon they’ve developed,” he concluded as he became more aware of things. “There was nothing about this is the galactic guide.”

He began to focus more on the present, on his immediate concerns. He tried to rise, but couldn’t; seven podi - the humans called them tentacles, he knew from the guide - were bound by metal straps. Another strap bound his cephalotorso, all atop a cold metal table. An examining table, he concluded, similar to the tables other explorers had used to examine the humans they abducted. Now, he realized, he was the subject of examination.

His eyelids were open, but his eyes were covered by their nictitating membranes to keep them moist. The membranes were useful in other ways: he could see through them, but no one could see his eyes behind the membranes. He visually surveyed the room.

Yes it was a lab; that was clear. And, yes, he was going to be studied. How would they do it, he wondered. Pricks and probes and samples, like he would have done? Not vivisection, he hoped; he hadn’t come to this planet to die. Just then a door opened. Zyphyx heard steps approaching the table and its bound specimen. He steeled himself for whatever might happen next.

 

[bankbabe13]

At 30 Dr. Kimberly Cumstrom was not only a bright reseacher but also quite attractive which helped her career. She stood 5'10 with short natural red hair and about 130# with 40" long legs and firm perky 32C breasts.. She worked for the government at a lab that "didnt exist" where experiments and "research" was done on captured alien specimens. she arived at the lab in a white blouse. black pleated skirt 2" above the knees dark brown pantyhose and 2" white heels as she checked in on a specimen that had appeared to have tentacles like a octopus and the size of a small dog.. she entered the glass cell and begin to takes notes

 

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Zyphyx’s podi sensed it was a human approaching, and when the creature reached the table, it was visibly confirmed. It was a female of the species, Zyphyx concluded; it had the facial features and twin bulbous thorax appendages that the guide identified as among the defining characteristics of the female human.

She was clearly unemotional as she began recording observations in a hand-held device. That didn’t surprise the specimen; it was what he would have done had he been investigating her. He was relieved, though; at least there’d be no vivisection now.

He noted that she was engrossed in her work and decided it was time to try to communicate with her. While they had secured the seven podi that were visible, his captors were apparently unaware of the eighth - and well-hidden - tentacle. The seven were prehensile and sensory, but the eighth, while it had the same abilities, was specially adapted for all forms of communication, from the most public to the most private and intimate. He needed to touch her to communicate, though, and in direct contact with her skin.

He saw she was wearing that synthetic skin the humans called clothing; he would need to find a bare spot to contact her. He’d do it very lightly, barely contacting her skin, so as not to startle her. The obvious place was one of her hands. They were busy recording notes and would be less likely to notice the touch of his tentacle. He lay perfectly still as he slowly and silently slipped his podi from its pouch in his mantel and stretched it towards her hand. He barely touched her wrist when he was startled.

It was a familiar and intoxicating scent. There, on her wrist. A pheromone. The pheromone that signaled a female of his species was aroused and desirous of intimacy. His podi reacted instinctively, caressing the human’s hand and wrist. Zyphyx panicked and instantaneously withdrew his podi into his mantel. He froze just as quickly, hoping the woman wouldn’t realize what had happened. He took a slow, nearly imperceptible, breath and watched for her reaction.

 

[bankbabe13]

I make notes on the creature and probable showing a bit of naivety I also check my phone for messages while taking notes when I should be focused on how the specimen reacts to touch. I see a few smaller nubs on the side that look mike that could grow bigger if stimulated. Not quite sure of their function yet or if this creature is a danger or not. I spoke and posted and see some signs of movement as my curiosity draws me in more unaware that my scent, perfume, or my general breath is awaking the specimen before me in the glass cell.
I make notes on it seems curious as i jumped a bit from the contact of my hand. Currently unsure of tentacle length and function as my skirt sways a bit from the cool air vents pumping in cool fresh air.

 

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Zyphyx is relieved; she doesn’t seem to have reacted strongly to his movement. But her scent has aroused him and his pleasure nodes are swelling and becoming evident. It seems to him that she’s noticed the nodes, but he doesn’t have a clear view through the glass case that covers his cephalotorso. Only his podi are unenclosed, and with his sexual arousal, the seven begin to strain at their straps. He tries to get control of himself, but now the cooling system in the lab is billowing her dress and wafting over his whole body, bringing the scent to him, the scent from her wrists, and the scent of the sex between her legs.

He knows from the guide about human sex, and about the bodies they hide beneath their artificial skins, and the fragrances are driving his to a state of passionate arousal. His pleasure nodes swell and become brightly colored; there’s no missing them now. If she sees them and touches them, he’ll definitely lose all control. His communication podi is swelling with arousal as well, and he can feel it stretching out from under his mantel, stretching towards her legs, towards the source of that arousing scent.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly thought she felt something on her mile long nylon clad legs but just took it as a draft. She jumped ever so slightly from the contact on her hand as it felt like a mild electric shock. Not painful just more stimulating to the nerves in her hand.
"Was it trying to communicate with me?" The leggy redhead scientist wondered as, even though against protocol, she had her phone with her watching funny videos for a moment, taking her eyes off the specimen.

 

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The breeze from the ventilation unit wafted under Kimberly’s skirt and on towards Zyphyx, stimulating his podi even more. He gave up trying to hold it bac kand focused instead on keeping its touch as light as possible. As his podi reached her leg, though, the fragrance was far too strong. The woman examining him was reeking of sex whether she knew it or not, and its effect on the specimen spread beyond his communication organ to all his podi. Each seemed to have a life of its own as it struggled against its bonds. One, then another, broke free and stretched towards the scientist

The three free podi acted in unison, one wrapping around her wrist, another hooked the waistband of her skirt, and the third - the communicator - tore through her pantyhose and plunged its tip into the source of the scent.

If Kimberly screamed, it would be to no avail; the lab was soundproof. And any attemp to pul away was rendered useless by the grip of Zyphyx’s tentacles. The main podi - thhe communication and pleasure podi - twisted and curled inside Kimberly’s vagina, finding its pleasure and searching for hers. It found two nodes in the human female, one inside her sheath, in its roof near the entrance and the other at the top of the pink furrow that led to her sheath. The podi twisted to position a sucker on each node and began stimulating those pleasure centers. And through all this, it sent two messages to the woman. Lust, pure lust was the major message, and with it came the plea, the demand, “free me, free me.”

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly squealed as RRIIP was heard as the specimen tore through Kimberly's pantyhose. She dropped her note recorder and attempted to reach for the emergency call button but the tentacle wrapped around her petite left wrist. Kimberly doubled over biting her lower lip, her breathing more labored now as a tentacle twisted inside her and the suckers were a whole new sensation for her tall slender frame to decipher
" get out of me!" Kimberly hissed in vain "what do you want?" The leggy redhead scientist uttered as her pussy was on fire, her perky firm 32C chest rising and falling under her blouse.

 

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“Free me. Free me,” Zyphyx tried to communicate to his examiner. “Free me so I can have you. I want you.”

He continued to struggle while his podi held her and penetrated her, and he soon had another tentacle free. It sensed that the globes on her thorax were pleasure centers, and it squirmed its way up under her blouse, arching to stretch the front so that the buttons popped off. With the artificial skin gone, Zyphyx had free access to her breasts, and his podi took full advantage of the opportunity. It curled twice around her left tit, grasping it tight with his suctions cups, squeezing and releasing it in sync with the communication podi inside her pussy. The tip of the tentacle played with her nipple as his other tentacle tore at the waistband of her skirt.

Zyphyx himself was breathing deeply in the throes of pleasure, but it was difficult with the tight strap around his cephalotorso. “Release me,” was the message he sent through the four podi that were in contact with Kimberly’s body.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly squealed as her breasts became exposed. No use in screaming in the sound proof cell. She was a good 15 feet from the emergency door latch so she was in no place to negotiate. Kimberly's mile long 40" long legs buckling as the odd sensation of a tentacle wiggled inside her.
Her breathing more labored as her firm perky 32C chest was pumped by two more appendages. "Release me" she heard in her head. The redhead scientist shook her head a few times as if in a fog trying to process this specimen communication with her. Her senses were going overloaded with odd mixed feelings as she hit a button with a four digit code on the table releasing the bonds of the current specimen who was "examining " the researcher.

 

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Zyphyx took a deep breath as he felt the straps that held him fall free. A deep breath and then he darted straight onto the examiner’s midriff. All his podi were free now, and they quickly tore Kimberly’s skirt and blouse clean off her body. Her skin felt exquisitely sensuous to him, and his tentacles began exploring every inch of her bare flesh. They found the torn remnants of her panty hose and slowly rolled the sheds from her ass and legs, savoring the gradual baring of her skin.

She tried to push him away, but she managed to accidently press on his pleasure nodes, driving him to greater heights of arousal. He’d already found two fo her pleasure nodes, and he could sense her mounting arousal at the stimulation of his podi in the spot between her legs. Now his other podi roamed over her, massaging, stroking, squeezing and sucking her flesh to find her pleasure spots and stimulate them.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly clad just in shredded nylon and heels writhed in the cold metallic floor of the cell. Her mind racing half aroused half panic as her science brain struggled to process what was happening. Her face scarlet red as soft moans escaped her lips and a few grunts as Kimberly's firm breasts were being sucked and a tentacle pumping her tight pussy. Again she heard, or thought she heard it communication with her.
Sto....please...ple...stop let me... me go" she pleaded as her senses were bejng driven crazy by odd sensations never thought of before.

 

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Zyphyx sensed her panic, and her call for hm to stop was clear. But it was also mixed with a rising sense of pleasure, and that was what her assailant wanted. For his species, this kind of overwhelming bodily pleasure demanded pleasure give and pleasure received on both sides. He had to drive her senses higher, until she returned the pleasure he was giving her. He searched his lust-inflamed mind for the words - the thoughts - that humans used in passion.

“No,” was the message he sent through her body. “Accept my passion. Let me make you feel good. I want you to cum. I want to cum with you.”

And it wasn’t just thoughts he sent Kimberley; his communication podi swelled inside her sheath and began pumping in a rhythm that he sensed gave her pleasure. His othe podi were active as well, and one found her lips, and found that they were sensitive too, another pleasure node to stimulate. It ran it’s tip lightly over her lips, probing between them now and again, testing to see what pleasure he could give her there while his other podi explored and stimulated the whole of the woman’s body.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly's eyes grew larger as the tentacle inside her swelled. "Dear God is it growing??" The leggy redhead scientist said to herself. A tentacle brushed her lips, she parted them slightly unsure to, out of instinct, suck or not. Her hips buckled as the pumping continues. Kimberly's face scarlet red as, half reluctantly, she was getting wetter. Half embarrassed because the cause was not a man, yet an alien specimen. She let out an audible gasp as her hips again bucked, more violent this time as she...... was cumming.

 

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Zyphyx felt his examiner climaxing in pleasure, and he joined her, his whole body pulsing in sync with the eruptions of mating fluid from his communication podi. And the eruptions were frequent and copious. A dozen times his podi throbbed and swelled and spewed out a load of thick, hot, blue jism, each load filling Kimberley’s pussy and oozing out onto her legs. His podi still massaged her, more softly and more slowly with each ejaculation until they both had come down from the orgasmic high.

“This was my first time conjugating with a human,” he communicated to her. “You were a very pleasurable partner. I sensed you enjoyed it too. But I did notice that you have many pleasure centers that you don’t make much use of, and that you don’t even get the full pleasure from the centers you do use. I would be honored if you let me show you how to get greater pleasure from this intimate communication.”

He gave her a sensuous hug with all his podi.

“By the way,” he said as he held her tenderly, “I’m called Zyphyx. What do you call yourself?”

 

[bankbabe13]

Lying in remnants of her clothing and the alien cumshots oozing from her, it took her a few moments to catch her breath before saying "Dr....Dr. Kimberly Cumstrom head researcher".
Was she really communicating with alien species? Was she locked in a vivid dream? Her human brain still trying to process what had happened. The facility had other "specimens" in different areas. Some marked friendly, some marked dangerous. Time would tell what others she would encounter as the leggy redhead covered jn a lab coat and exited to fix herself in her office before others saw.
Would she have more visits with this current one, again time would tell all.

 

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“I’m pleased to meet you, Doctor Kimberly Cumstrom,” Zyphyx thought in his most human-positive manner. “You are an exceptionally pleasurable partner. I can sense you enjoyed our intimacy, though you seem a little dazed.”

He held her snugly in his podi to help her recover from the encounter.

“Now that we’ve communicated,” he explained, “we can do it even at a distance. Just think of my name and picture me in your mind, and a channel will open. I definitely would like to spend more time with you.”

He gave her an eight-armed hug and climbed up onto the examining table.

“I can tell you’re worried that others may find you violated your research protocol, so I’ll strap myself back in as I was.”

He watched her, still dazed as she put on her lab coat and gathered up the remnants of her clothing, and wished her an affectionate farewell.

“Come again soon,” he suggested as she exited the lab doorway.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly got to her office and composed herself trying to comprehend what had happened like a vivid dream or was it reality? She had changes of clothing, so tosssd on a white blouse and knee length black skirt and settled in a bit more. She made herself some coffee and went to her computer to do more research. She wondered why, even with her high clearance level, some specimen files were locked and her access denied? What were they hiding? Were they dangerous? Sexually agressive? She finally hacked into one file on a larger reptilian type. Not alot of info was given just said "caution " on file notes.
Kimberly was upset about her access denied as she continued to attempt to hack for more information on the specimens held in the lab.

 

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The report on the reptilian alien was not flattering. It was so bad that the director of the ARF - the Alien Research Facility - had it encrypted at the highest security level. It was feared that if the populace knew there were such dangerous aliens visiting earth, there would be general panic.

He was described as very aggressive, but what could they expect of a seven-foot tall muscular reptile who had been shot down from the sky, attacked by a whole regiment of armed personnel, and eventually almost killed by an overdose of tranquilizer from the more than a hundred hypodermic darts designed for rhinos and elephants that pierced his scaly skin. So there he was, locked in a steel and titanium cell and cared for - if you could call it care - by automated systems, a cell that had the most digitally secure locking system available.

There was a physical report on him as well. Seven feet three inches in height, three hundred and seventy pound in weight. Four limbs, bipedal with prehensile forelimbs terminating in six-fingered hands. A thin, forked, coiled tongue four and a half feet long. A penile organ fourteen inches in length and four inches in diameter. Body covered in dark green scales except for the palms and soles of his limbs and the distal end of the penile organ.

 

[bankbabe13]

Maybe not in her best judgment, Kimberly's curiosity got the best of her. After about 20 minutes of backdoor system hacking, she accessed the keycode numbers to access the area of this reptilian specimen.
She passed many signs stating not to enter without armed personnel after certain points. Ignoring them as she was smart but also naive to lab dangers in many ways.
She entered numbers on a keypad and a cell opened. The wide eyed leggy researcher entered, talking into a voice recorder to take observations down. She had no idea of alot of the true nature of research at this facility but was slowly learning.

 

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The reptilian, he called himself - as close as you could write it in English - Gorgos, was quite unhappy with his condition. Beaten, drugged, and imprisoned, he you could hardly blame him. And he was angry. Very angry. And his anger served only to increase his inherent aggressiveness.

Aggressivity was an interesting state for his species; it was almost identical to lust for these reptilians, though his human captors had no idea of it. In fact, sex for Gorgos’s kind was akin to a no-holds-barred fight. Partners in sex in his species generally came out of the encounter bruised, bloodied, and intensely satisfied; the rougher the fight, the stronger the orgasm.

So, here he was, angry, as well as hot and horny, and locked in an inescapable cell all by himself. It’s a good thing they fed him robotically and that they had a six-inch thick unbreakable lucite observation window on his cell wall. Then there was the red line painted on the floor six feet from the cell; heaven help anyone who got closer.

A sudden sound caught the reptilian’s attention. The door to the cell compound opened, and in walked a human. A female human, his senses quickly noted, and the line between anger and lust was immediately crossed.

 

[bankbabe13]

Kimberly slowly approached the cell a bit apprehensivly in awe of the high tech structure. In her naieve mindset she saw danger warning signs posted and took them for overprotective protocol measures. Kimberly was young and a bit arrogant falling back in her education to feel she was as good a researcher, if not better then most of her male colleagues. Using entry codes she got from hacking a security terminal, the large door opened. Her green eyes grew wide at the specimen. Wondering why all the security measures for this one as curiousity always got the best of the young leggy redhead scientist. Making notes in a voice recording device she inched closer, paying no mind to the stop sign red line painted upon the smooth marble floor that her heels boe clicked upon with each anxious step.

 

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Gorgos watched as the female human approached his cell. He eyed her and found her strange. She seemed to have two layers of skin, one that fit her body and another that covered most of the first layer. And both were apparently soft, except for the second layer on her feet, not at all like the females of his kind with their hard scaly skin, soft only on the palms and soles and inside the sex canal. But still, she was a female, and his rage was turned increasingly to lust with each step closer she took to his cell.

He moved to the door and its narrow slit to ogle her and smell her. ‘Closer,’ he thought, ‘another two steps closer. Cross that red line.’

Whether it was the power of his thoughts or the power of her curiosity didn’t matter; she took those two steps. His narrow, six-foot long, forked tongue darted out through the slit in the door and coiled tightly around the female’s throat. As she opened her mouth to struggle for breath he thrust the forked tip of his tongue between her lips to taste her. Her taste drove him wild; he hd to find an object for his lust, and she was it.

Gorgos yanked Kimberley to the door, slamming her against it. ‘Open it,’ he thought, ‘Open it.’ He thought hard, hoping his thoughts would get to her, but in his lustful rage he emphasized his desire by slamming her head against the door again and again. ‘Open it now.’ he kept thinking, but would she get the message? He slammed her head against the door once more and tightened the coils of his tongue around her soft and yielding throat.

 

[bankbabe13]

Stunned by the head shots and the suddenness of the encounter, Kimberly opened the door and uneasy on her heels, stumbled a few more feet inward to about 3 feet from the specimen. Kimberly's 5'10 tall slender frame was dwarfed by Gorgos. Her green eyes wide in nervous anticipation of his next move. She was regretting being arrogant and naieve now as she attempted to slow her movements so she didnt further startle Gorgos in attempts to show ahe was not a threat even though her firm perky 32C chest rose and fell quickly as her brain was still trying to process what was happening.

 

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Gorgos was breathing heavily, and he saw that the human was breathing just as heavily. Did this mean she was as aroused as he was or was it rage building up in her chest? He couldn’t be sure, but he did know that a female of his kind could be very dangerous either way. A female could fight like hell to have her way or to not let the male have his; sex seldom ended without wounds on both sides. But was it like that for humans? She didn’t seem a danger, but still he had to be careful - she was so different from what he was used to. Would it be difficult to find, let alone penetrate her sex sheath? Well, he couldn’t wait any longer; it was time to act.

He lunged at Kimberley, forcing her face-down on the floor of his cell, He grabbed hold of her skin and pulled to get her into position. But he was surprised - her skin started tearing off. He realized then that it wasn’t skin at all, but some artificial covering. He continued tearing at it, shredding it piece by piece until no more came off. He was down to the human’s real skin.

It was soft and smooth, not hard and scaly like the females he knew, but her scent was familiar, almost the same as the females back home. Arousal and anxiety mixed with fear and desire. He lifted her to her feet to get a better look and a better taste. As his eyes scanned her naked form his tongue darted out, tentatively touching her in spots. Her lips attracted his attention first; they weren’t at all like the edges of his kind’s mouths. He ran his tongue over them, They were soft and yielding, and he could feel them trembling at the touch of his tongue. For some reason he found it arousing, and his organ grew an inch longer as it pulsed with excitement.

He looked down and saw two large mounds on her chest, unlike anything he’d seen at home. He wound his tongue around her neck again, this time to hold her in place while his ‘hands’ explored these two globes. As he reached for them, his tongue unconsciously snaked between Kimberley’s lips and explored her tongue.