Classified.. Area 69..take 2

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OOC. As of last week new writer joined me. Ignore xxhacker's post when reading just follow along from when new writer joined me thanx



At 27 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 capturedd 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 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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As she was taking notes, Dr. Richard Pennington walk by the cell and noticed Kimberly with the octopus specimen. The 38 year old man quietly stood outside the cell and stared at the young researcher's ass. At 6'7" and 275#, he had always been consider a giant and a freak for his size, and felt at home in a secret government lab.

As he continued to stare at the young woman's ass, he stroked his beard. Underneath his white dress shirt, red tie, black dress pants and black dress shoes, he could feel his 7" uncut cock stirring to life. He had always had a desire to bed Kimberly and was waiting for his chance to strike. He closed his white lab coat to conceal the tent forming in his pants.

Walking into the cell with Kimberly, he snuck up behind her and said in a sarcastic voice, "You know you shouldn't get to close. That thing could capture you and rape you with its tentacles like in those Japanese Porn Cartoons."
 
At 5'10 I don't really have to look up slot to many guys especially in my heels which makes me like 6' now. Looking up at the large 6'7 frame of the Dr. dwarfs me. Rolling my eyes I look at you and say " I can handle this specimen. I got top honers in my classes" I say semi snobbishly. "What do you mean by all that Japanese porn stuff never heard of any if that" as I continue to makes notes on my clipboard edging closer to the specimen not heeding your warnings at all.
 
Partially because the full analysis of the specimen hadn't been completed, and partially because I wanted to make some sort dramatic tension, I slowly step back from her. Looking at her with a sarcastically concerned face, I say, "I guess you're not the type that would get into Tentacle Porn. It's where a monster with a large number of tentacles will kidnap a woman in all its tentacles, rip off all of her clothes, and then rape her, using the tentacles as phallic instruments to rape her mouth, vagina and anus. Sometimes they'll even have special tentacle-sized penis to impregnate their captive. No amount of school training will prepare you to be impregnated by a monster."
 
As I talk to the Dr. And focus on writing on my clipboard I am totally unaware of the specimen becoming curious and reaching toward me giving the hem if my short pleated skirt gentle tugs. I am semi intimidated by the Dr as we talk which makes me lose focus on how close to the specimen I have gotten.
 
While observing all the individual actions, the Itakulas's curiosity, and Kimberly's lack of focus, my backwards steps reach the Panic Room in the lab room. Unbeknownst to all parties involved, this has all happened by design.

The purposes of this particular lab is to observe the behavior of the alien creatures around humans. We observe what they will do to determine the best course of action in event that any of the species choose to invade Earth. Some species are purely survivalist in natural and act just to kill, some act as a means to procreate. The ones we suspect to procreate, we place in this lab and provoke them to do so in the presence of a female. Usually we have test subjects act as the targets for the specimens, but when we see a researcher that demonstrate a lack of awareness, we will not protect them against themselves as a means of "teaching a lesson."

Stepping into the room, I press the panic button. The door to the room slam shut and iron walls come up from the floor, covering and blocking the doors, glass walls, and specimen cells. As the siren sounds, the Itakulas's tentacle grows in size and wraps itself around Kimberly's waist. I flip on the cameras to record everything that's about to take place. I also undo my pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor, sit in the observation chair and grab my cock.
 
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I feel the tentacle wrap around my petite waist and I look in shock as you are no longer in the cell. I try to reach for the button to open cell door but I am just out if reach as one tentacle like appendage wraps my waist and another to my horror is at the bottom hem of my skirt as I stay frozen wondering what curiosity intentions the specimen has.
 
As I'm watching the tenatcle try to pull her skirt off, I notice that it is struggling and appears to not have the strength to do so. The supercomputer analyzes that the Itakulas's skin is made of a rubber membrane consistent with a water balloon. I press a button on the console and open up a pool of water underneath the floor.

Noticing the source of water, two of the Itakulas's tentacles stretch out as far as they can to the water. Those tentacles use their suction cups to soak up the water and allow the Itakulas to grow. The one around Kimberly's waist grows in size and wraps around her a second time to secure her further. Two more of the tentacles lay down on the ground and smaller vine-like tentacles grow out of its suction cups, while most of them stay in the air for the moment, a couple wrap around each of her wrists and ankles. The remaining three tentacles, including the one pulling at her skirt, use their suction cups to spray a liquid all over her. Analysis shows this to be a very weak acid that chemically reacts to fabric and is starting to melt away her clothes, but doesn't affect her skin.
 
I flail in a panic to no avail as my 5'10 slender frame and even my 40" long nylon clad lags are held in check. The liquid dissolves quick but I notice a draft and look down and my eyes widen in shock as my clothing seems to be disintegrating before my eyes as I'm held in the air nearly a spread eagle position
 
Finally getting to see Kimberly's nude body, I start to masturbate with some vigor, enjoying the show before my eyes. It's tradition after these types of experiments for the researchers to get to use the test subjects for their own sexual pleasure. I close my eyes for a second thinking what it will be like when I get to use Kimberly's pussy myself.

More vine-like tentacles wrap themselves around her limbs. The tentacle that was holding her waist lets go for a couple of the vines to take its place. Two of the vines wrap around her tits and the tips of them begin to flick and tease her nipples while another vine goes down to her exposed clit and flicks and teases it as well.
 
My tall body stretched out clad only in my high heels now and shredded remnants of my clothing. My breathing increases as this specimens " curiosity" is making me blush hoping no one sees inside the containment unit as my nipples grow hard from the cool air and exposure and my hairless slit feels strange sensations.
 
As I continue to masturbate, the supercomputer comes up with an interesting tidbit. It seems that the specimen's brain is on a very primeval level and is susceptible to mind control. Tempted to see what happens, I activate the mind control probe and lock onto its brain waves. I quickly find that I'm able to control everything it can do.

It seems that the 4 remaining tentacles have different function, the three that sprayed Kimberly earlier have phallus shape tentacles that it uses to invade all three holes of its prey and the fourth one has two suction cups that latch onto the mammaries of its prey. I have the specimen extend all of its toys and decide to start having some fun. I take one of its "penises" and force it into Kimberly's mouth to have her start sucking on it.
 
My eyes grow big as a tentacle shoves in my mouth as I have to suck it to keep it from hitting back if throat and gagging me. I am inches away from a button that will send a gas to immobilize the specimen but can't reach it. My eyes widen in shock as it probes my private areas out of seemingly curiosity as it holds me in mid air in the containment cell as I wonder where you have vanished to.
 
Seeing her reaching out for the button, I command the specimen to wrap her hand behind her back. A vine grabs each wrist, pulls them behind her back, two more come in and bind her wrists, then three more wrap around her body and secure her arms to her torso, leaving her tits exposed. I then have the specimen attach the tit-sucking suction cups to her tits and begin to pump at them.
 
I whimper no stop! As my tits are pumped by the specimen. The tentacles at my pussy seem to get more curious and are only inches away from penetrating me as I kick my long legs to no avail to escape my current predicament.
 
As I'm watching what is happening before me in my seat, my hand is flying on my cock and I feel myself reaching the point of no return. I command the penis-like tentacle closest to her pussy to thrust in. As I see this cock tentacle bury itself into her pussy, I explode and my cum goes all over the panic cell.
 
The fondling was one thing because some if the specimens have gotten " curious" before but now in naked in shredded clothes. My eyes widen as I feel myself being entered. I go I scream but another tentacle slowly pumps my mouth to muffle any protests. Hands pinned behind back and getting pumped in mid air I'm at the mercy of this particular specimen. It stretches my tight hairless pussy as it picks up speed.
 
As I sit there, coming down from my orgasm, I watch as the penis that is in her pussy fucks her for a good minute. It then pulls out and aims itself at her asshole. The last remaining penis aims itself at her pussy, and in unison, both thrust into their target. I hear a muffled scream from Dr. Cumstrom as she is invaded in all three of her holes.
 
My body goes crazy as the tentacles in my pussy and ass do short but quick thrusts. Their speed is like a jackhammer as my lower regions are on fire. My breathing increases as the quick pumps are nearly more than I can take. Moments later I pass out from the assault.

A while later I awake in my office fully dressed minus my pantyhose. My mouth and pussy area sore. Was it reality or just a dream??
 
"Both in fact, Dr. Cumstrom." I think to myself as I hear her voice in my head, as I still adjust to the changes occurring in both myself and her.

After I came from jacking off watching the experiment, apparently a portion of my cum landed on the mind control device. While watching the assault, I attempted to wipe off my cum when I accidentally hit the sync button on the device. The device attempted to sync my DNA with its target, but since the Itakulas was primitive and had no DNA, it passed through to the next available target, which was Dr. Cumstrom. The syncing of all three of our brain waves causes all of us to pass out. When I came to, the Itakulas was dead, and Kimberly was still passed out on the floor naked and covered in the remains of the Itakulas. My awakening caused her to pass into a dream phase, so I quickly stuck her in her office in her mind, while I'm still processing everything. Deciding I need to keep her distracted in her dream and not causing her to wake up, I pass a thought into her mind that she is extremely horny and needs to lock herself in her office and satisfy herself.

I contact the necessary staff during the completion of an experiment and put my clothes back on. As tradition, the researchers get to use the test subjects for their own sexual satisfaction after an experiment, so it doesn't alarm any of the staff when I'm carrying a naked Dr. Cumstrom back to my personal quarters. I lay her down on my bed and peer back into her mind, seeing how she's doing on making herself cum.
 
My mind still in a dream like state as it a rouses itself. I arch my back and my long slender 5'10 frame stretches out. I raise my lower half and seemingly hump the air for a brief moment before I lower my hips back down. I begin to softly moan in my sleep as I slowly rub my perky 32C chest. Flicking at my own nipples, all the while totally unaware that you are there or where I am at since my brain senses I M dreaming.
 
As she continues to sleep and play with herself, I sit at my computer and go through all of the research notes on the mind control probe, specifically with human to human control. I conclude from the previous research that the strength of the mind control is directly related to amount of contact with the DNA of the controller. With regard to female subjects with male controllers, the DNA connection seems to work best with contact to the controller's semen. The research indicates that the subjects seemed to develop an obsession with the controller's cum, however, the application of the cum was only tested with skin contact and effects seemed to be short-term control anywhere between a couple of hours to a couple of days. I decide that I'm going to try to cum in her, that the strength of the mind control will last even longer.

As I'm combing through the database, I receive a call from the Director regarding the experiment with Dr. Cumstrom. I explain everything that happened and how I accidentally put her under mind control. I ask the Director, based on the lack of research, to conduct a long-term experiment of keeping her under mind control. The Director agrees, so long as he gets to fuck her ass while under my control. His wife will never let him try anal sex, so he wants to enjoy Dr. Cumstrom's ass while I have her under controll. I tell him that once I have her strongly under my control, I will call him back and let him have a turn with Dr. Cumstrom ass.

I sit next to Dr. Cumstrom, rub her right thigh, peer back into her mind, and begin to flood her mind with continued thoughts of horniness as well as an infatuation for me. I suggest that she needs to go find me in my personal quarters, so that when she arrives there in her mind, I can wake her and not shock her with being in a different place that where she in her dream.
 
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