The Surrogate (Closed to littlesisters)

[Nouh_Bdee]

We had found an area with many young, healthy humans. Some were healthier than others, of course, but odds were good that we would find an acceptable surrogate here, and we did. We had watched her for some time. Her diet and level of physical activity seemed to be quite beneficial for keeping her body healthy. We had every reason to believe she would prove to be an exceptional host for our children.

We were wary of alerting the humans to our presence, so we took her in the evening, as she walked between buildings. She was alone, and we turned on our beam to pull her up to our spacecraft. She clearly panicked a bit at the sudden loss of gravity, dropping the books she was carrying.

She flailed in the air until she was in our ship, and then in our tentacles. She fought against us, but we were too many, and too strong. We safely deposited her on our operating table, thick metal cuffs holding her wrists and ankles.

Her hair was in the way, so we pulled it behind her head and secured it with a band, hanging off the table.

Then, we began removing the strange inanimate coverings from her body. She flinched and vocalized wildly when we held the blade in our tentacles, but our grip was sure. We sliced the two coverings on her arms, and pulled them off her body. She was left with a loop of fabric around her neck, and a strange covering over her breasts that strapped around her shoulders. Four quick cuts and those were removed.

The four objects on her feet and lower legs slipped off with no cuts, but the last two were wrapped around her body. There was a large, simple wrap around her waist. Once we removed that, we were left with a thin, soft garment that wrapped around her waist and between her legs. She flinched again at those last two swipes of our blade and then she was free.

We knew we needed to begin communicating so that we could help her stay calm. Too much negative stress on her body would be detrimental to our children’s growth. Our tentacles slid smoothly over her entire body, beginning at her head and moving toward her feet. Her lips were promising, but held fewer nerve endings than her fingertips. The best contact point, though, was just above her vaginal opening, a small nub of flesh teeming with energy. We put one of our tentacles on it to begin interpreting her thoughts. Soon we would not specifically need to touch her for communication, but she was so alien to us that we needed the direct contact to learn her signals.

The rest of us began preparing our materials and equipment while we focused on her mind.

 

[littlesisters]

It was another typical day for Queenie in school the usual boring study in the late afternoon made her schedule totally a bummer as it always ends in the evening. She got out of school in a weary mood, going to home at night is something she really hate. Queenie often took the narrow alleyways to make shortcut on her way home, however this night would be a night that would change her life forever.

As she was walking in the isolated alleyway, Queenie suddenly felt a sudden shift in gravity, she feels that the weight of her body is becoming lighter and just within a short moment, she finds herself floating fast, her legs quickly left the ground that she started screaming and flailing her arms with her bag falling from her shoulders.

Her screams amplified when she finally sees her captors to be aliens..... Aliens but not the typical ones, these aliens are composed of masses of tentacles floating around lying flying corals and sea weeds. But these tentacles are quite thick and very scary to look at that it made Queenie's heart race in panic as she finally made physical contact with them. The tentacles were very fluid and precise in their motion that it looks like they were moving very fast as if they are darting in every motion, she didn't even had a moment to evade them that she got quickly caught like fish in a barrel.

Queenie protested wildly by shouting at the aliens, "LET ME GOOO!!! LET ME GOO!!!". She also continues flailing until she was cuffed into a metallic table. Her screaming died down for awhile but is now replaced with sobbing as she looks left and right in utter fear and confusion to her captors.

Now she now pleads for them to let her go as she sobs. "Pleease....Just let me go."

Then she screamed again as she sees sharp metallic objects attached to some of the tentacles, they were numerous and before she realized it, they started slashing away her clothes, tearing it off section by section starting with her top.

"Sttooopppp!!!!! Stooopp!!!!" She was really scared when the lightning speed cuts where being made to her clothes, she feared that she will be cut in the process, although she did not sustained any injury she still screamed as her uniform was peeled away like paper especially her skirt and underwear.

Queenie looked in utter horror as she sees one tentacle started probing her clitoral hood directly, her legs were trembling.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Queenie said in a mournful tone.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We sensed her questioning. “Why?” “What want?” Her signals were not quite clear, but they would be very soon.

We expressed our regret, that we were forced to do this. We were desperate, driven to abduct a surrogate in order to survive. This ship housed the last of our species. We could no longer breed on our own.

We kept contact with the nub between her legs as we prepared to begin our examination. We adjusted the table, stretching her arms above her head, exposing her underarms to our tentacles. Next, we pulled her legs to the side, stretching her legs out as far as was comfortable for her. This exposed her crotch and inner thighs to us.

She had quite a few orifices that we would need to explore. We started with the two on the sides of her head, ringed by fleshy, irregular half-discs. We slid the end of one cool, slick tentacle into each one. These orifices were very shallow, and we gave up on them quickly. The subject also seemed uncomfortable with our probing there, so we determined there was no further benefit.

 

[littlesisters]

It made things more unnerving for Queenie when she did not get any response from them, it seems these things don't speak the way humans do or worse they could be ignoring her protest altogether. But then just after her yelling did not get any response she gasped as her limbs were moved, her arms was raised above her head making her armpits exposed. Followed by her legs which were spread wide as well to its stretchable limit that the bones would allow, thus giving her captors a good view of her thighs that are stressed to its limits, it can be clearly seen on how her inner thigh bones are protruding and being more visible. Plus of course her sex which makes her main reproductive organ very accessible to the onlookers. Again Queenie makes quick glances left and right just as the normal response of a very frightened person would have in getting anxious of whats to come next, but before she could utter another stream of questions, two tentacles were inserted on the both of her ears, this gave her a very mind cracking sensation to which she panicked and protested greatly, she screamed loudly to this uncomfortable and invasive insertion, she also shake her head very wildly in trying to shoo away the probing tentacles. "Stoooppp!!!! Get it off!!!" The narrow, fragile and sensitive canal of her ears is just not suitable for copulation.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

"Stoooppp!!!! Get it off!!!"

We did remove ourtentacles from her ears, but we had no intention of stopping.

“We regret that desperation requires us to force you to help us.”

Our next target was a pair of very small orifices on the underside of a fleshy protrusion near the center of her face. Fortunately, our tentacles are capable of stretching in order to be long and thin enough to explore such a narrow entrance. We slid them inside those tiny holes and explored the cavity they protected. It was another easy rejection, primarily because the cavity quickly joined with our next target: a large entrance that we assumed was her mouth. We withdrew our tentacles and prepared.

 

[littlesisters]

Well Queenie got a short relief when the tentacles were removed from her ears, seems that they took her plea, that is however if they understand her language. But it seems that they rather removed the tentacles due to her non-compliant reaction. Then things got rough again as another set of tentacles snaked inside her nostrils, making her protest just as quick as she did before but this time her shouting have been quickly stopped due to lack of air, that means she has to compensate her breathing through the mouth as the nose passage is almost blocked rendering the catching of air very uncomfortable. Queenie felt like she has a very stuffy nose and she keeps on making swallowing movements on her mouth like a fish that is taken out of the water.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We slid one of our long, muscular tentacles inside her mouth. Before going deeper, we explored her oral cavity, feeling each surface of every one of her teeth, running our sensitive appendage between her teeth and gums, and wrapping around her flexible tongue. Then we snaked it down her throat, testing the walls of her esophagus until we reached her stomach. It quickly became apparent that she was having significant problems breathing with our tentacle filling her throat, so we pulled it out right away.

The information we had gained was useful, however. This orifice held possibilities for us. But, we were not done exploring.

 

[littlesisters]

Good thing the tentacles that invaded her nose pulled out, Queenie couldn't bear the sensation of having difficulty in catching air and having her nostrils blocked. But then she got another ordeal as her mouth is now getting attention, at first it was bearable when the tentacles probes her teeth, gums and tongue. As the tentacles went further deeper her throat, Queenie starts having gag reflex as her throat is rejecting the invasive tentacle, it tries all it can to push them out but it was futile. Queenie's chest is heaving up and down fast as panic flares. At the moment Queenie felt like she wanted to throw up, the feeling of having the tentacle go further down in her esophagus is just very uncomfortable. Then as her stomach was violated, Queenie almost choked up, good thing the tentacle immediately withdraw when her body starts convulsing. She was coughing very hard when the tentacle removed itself from her mouth due to traces of stomach acid leaking along her esophagus and her throat which felt like her chest burning.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Our tentacles roved over the surface of the rest of her body, exploring her reactions to presses and caresses of every square inch of her flesh. Her nipples were especially sensitive, elongated and hardening with stimulation. Her feet and toes were the wrong kind of sensitive--it wasn’t pleasurable for her, and we needed it to be pleasurable. Her body would reject our children if she weren’t pleasured. We initially thought we found another orifice at her navel, but it turned out to be only a small depression in her skin.

Her vulva, on the other hand, contained a genuine orifice. We would explore that access point momentarily. First, we experimented with various touches around the complex bodily structures surrounding that orifice. She seemed very responsive to our efforts there. We weren’t surprised, considering the large number of nerve endings. This location would be very useful to us.

 

[littlesisters]

Queenie continuously coughs hard as the burning sensation along her throat and esophagus still won't wear down. But then at least the sexual molestation of her body has relaxed her mind a bit still however the feeling is revolting. She squirms and mewls in protests but she cannot resist not to moan as well in the process. Queenie cannot deny that getting molested in her various parts almost simultaneously is something she had never felt before and something that feels very arousing, much more arousing than human hands, well, besides she doesn't have a choice as she is bound and cuffed to the table and there is no way she can resist her alien captors.

As her breasts were molested, Queenie turned her squirms into squirms of arousal instead of defiance, its easily spotted as her nipples got erect from the stimulation. Her midriff humps as her navel got teased. Then as her vaginal exterior and the vicinity of her womanhood got probed, Queenie moans more audibly with her legs squirming as a gesture of approval.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We would enter that location soon, but first we lifted her hips off the table to slide a cylindrical pad under her. This exposed her pelvis to us more thoroughly. Out tentacles slid over the junction between her arms and torso, pressing in the skin and caressing the curve of her muscles. Next they did the same to her legs, tickling the joint between her inner thigh and her pubic mound. We could tell she was a strong and healthy specimen.

Next, our tentacles slid between the lips of her vulva, exploring the folds of skin that surrounded the orifice. Her hips bucked as we did. It was clearly pleasurable for her. One of our tentacles slipped inside her vagina easily, testing the walls before slipping in more deeply. We familiarized ourselves with her intricate cavern, stroking the fleshy walls and learning where the passages went. We coiled our tentacle around itself in knots, testing the flexibility of her body to accommodate the increased thickness.

 

[littlesisters]

At this moment, Queenie simply gives in to the molestation, she just let the tentacles do what they want with her body, letting them prop her up when they lifted her hips up so that a cushion of some sort was slipped under her backside. It kind of felt much more comfortable as her butt is no longer touching the metallic table. The tentacles that were caressing her armpits is making chest twitch and heave while the ones stimulating her inner thighs and pubic mound is making her legs spasm with such sexual turn on.

Then of course came what Queenie is already expecting, a tentacle made the first penetration of her vulva, going into the layers of her labia then going into the vaginal canal's entrance as it starts probing the canal's soft meaty tissues and muscles. This made Queenie moan out much louder than she had earlier, her pelvic region is bucking and humping as if she wants to invite the tentacle to start the rhythm. But as the tentacle coiled to become thicker, Queenie moaned loud again but this time it sounded like an indication of pain rather than pleasure, this is due to the tentacle making in contact with her hymen and its about to tear and bleed if the tentacle goes deeper, though of course the vaginal walls responded well by being flexible and so the walls expanded a bit to accommodate the growing size of the tentacle.

Not only that, the vagina also responded to the sexual invitation by secreting orgasmic juices oozing out of her bartholine glands to act as lubricants to make the penetration much smoother. In other words, Queenie released her orgasmic fluids as a way of saying she cummed so quickly from this tentacle. In the process, her legs were continuously shivering from the arousal.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Her vaginal canal seemed to be very effective at inducing pleasure, if her discharges were any indication. If we could reliably induce multiple orgasms in a row at the moment of implantation, the odds of viability would be greatly increased.

We removed our tentacles from her vagina, slowly unwinding our coiled length inside her and them pulling it out, inch by inch. The sole remaining orifice on her body was the most promising, and we used the tip of our tentacle to prod the tight ring of muscle. By narrowing our tentacle significantly, along with quite a bit of our natural lubricant, we were able to penetrate her anus. Once inside, our exploration was easy. We poked and stroked her anal cavity, all the way to her colon. That was where we found a possible implantation site. Our children could grow here and be fed by the host’s own body, until they were ready to slide out on their own.

 

[littlesisters]

Queenie's moan slowly lowers down as the tentacle for her womanhood slowly subsided before completely withdrawing. She breath a sigh of relief as she took this as a moment of rest but then she did not realize that the reason for the withdrawal is not for her to be given a breather but rather the tentacle has shifted its focus, now it has targeted her anus for the next penetration. With the sudden entry of the tentacle to her anus, Queenie gasped and moan loudly when her sphincter expanded its circumference to accommodate the tentacle and the feeling was kind of stressful and quite painful as it goes further inside from her rectum up to her colon. Though her sphincter expanded, it immediately contracted and keeps on moving in a chewing motion, its doing all it can to send out the penetrating tentacle. Queenie's whole body is shuddering from both the pain and pleasure she is getting from this sexual activity. Her legs doesn't stop convulsing due to the newly experienced arousal and tension she is feeling.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We would need some of her eggs, both as a vessel to hold the genetic material of our children, and to mutate some of the host’s own genetic material. This would prevent the host’s body from destroying the developing life, and hopefully cure the genetic disease afflicting us. This was our last hope, and the point of no return.

We gathered the extraction and storage equipment that we would need to hold her eggs. We kept some light stimulation on her clitoris as we inserted the thin and flexible metal tube into her vagina, winding it past her silken folds to her fallopian tubes.

 

[littlesisters]

Queenie is still aroused by the tentacles inside her rectum that she just got a little bit of stimulation from the flexible metal tube that was inserted inside her sex, she felt the metal's cold temperature and that made her shiver a bit. The arousal however increased as the tube easily penetrated the tight cervical "O" entrance. Queenie could not feel as to how deep exactly the tube is within her womb and so she had no idea that her fallopian tubes are being penetrated as well simultaneously. She clearly has no clue that her ovary is about to be harvested of its eggs.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Perhaps we had been hasty in determining that her colon would be the best choice of implantation site. Her uterus would be a very effective choice, and may end up the better option. For now, though, we had to focus on fertilizing and mutating the subject’s eggs. We withdrew from her body, leaving her on the table to wait for us, coated in a light sheen of sweat.

 

[littlesisters]

Queenie's moans quickly ceased as both of her orifice were now free of tendrils, it left her panting and sweating from slight exhaustion due to being her first time in an sexual activity, in fact her first was already a double penetration and not to mention a very firsthand experience of tentacle sex coming from an alien! Not in a thousand years she could experience this in Earth!

Queenie doesn't have the slightest hint that some of her eggs were just harvested. Anyway, she still has her senses intact that she could still at least comprehend the situation at face value.

"So what happens next? Are you going to let me go now?" She voiced out in a feverish tone while she is still cuffed spread eagle on the table

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We examined her eggs more closely, formulating the necessary mutations, while we considered how to reply to her question. Conversation was good. It was helpful. It had the potential to calm her mind if handled carefully.

We readied the components we would need to perform the mutations. Her womb would be the safest environment for these mutations to occur. First, though, we would need a nutrient paste that could be used to promoter growth. Lacking the necessary molecules ourselves, we would need to obtain them from her own bodily waste.

First things first, a reply. We could understand her with our own hearing organs, but we didn’t have the biology we needed to speak her language. We would have to put a tentacle on her clitoris and communicate mentally using electric signals carried to her brain by her nerves.

We reached out with a tentacle to find the tight bundle of nerve fibers that made up her clitoris, and wrapped the thin tip of our fleshy appendage around it in a circle.

“I’m afraid we can’t let you go yet. We will not harm you, however. Please take comfort in that. We need your help.”

We had the equipment ready to harvest her waste, so we warned her. “We’re about to extract some of your waste for processing. Do not be alarmed.”

We used a tentacle to lubricate her anus, and then inserted the cool metal tube that would push water into her colon. Her belly inflated as the water poured in, and we used our tentacles to massage her belly to make it more comfortable for her. It need to sit for a moment to loosen her stool, so we put a tentacle back on her clitoris to communicate.

“Do you have any other questions?”

 

[littlesisters]

She gasped a bit when a tentacle grabbed her most sensitive pleasure spot, then Queenie got startled a bit as she starts to hear voices inside her head, it was quite disorienting at first but fortunately her brain quickly adapted to it, though what she heard did not put her at ease as she learned that she won't be getting out soon, but at least its a little comforting to know that these tentacles need her help so its kind of a relief that her body is providing help.

But then the feeling of anxiety went back as the tentacles told her that they will require to extract her bodily waste so its pretty much clear to Queenie that her anus is going to be interacted again, she thought that they will just attach a device to her butt that will collect the expelled waste and wait for her to release but no, it was another insertion again.

Queenie moaned again as her rectum got lubricated for a smoother penetration but it only helped her a bit as the pain was still felt because naturally the rectum is not that flexible compared to her sex. So when the metal tube penetrated her Queenie mewled lightly in pain as the metal tube being inserted was just not really comfortable. Her endorphins are doing all it can to convert the pain into pleasure, telling her that it will be a good anal sex.

Well that how it was supposed to go but when fluid starts to pour inside her bowels, Queenie grew more nervous and starts to get more confused at the sight of her belly which is starting to inflate.

"Hey, What's happening?! What going on?! What are you doing inside me?!"

Queenie voiced out, not bothering whether she should talk back by speaking her mind literally, no, in her confused and anxious state she still vocalized her words. If the aliens understood what she said earlier then that means they can hear clearly with or without telepathy.

Her breathing picked up pace much fasted than earlier as fear clouded her senses. Its very evident just by looking at her bloated belly heaving up and down as if it has a life of its own. Queenie has no idea why there are tentacles massaging her pot belly but at least she is taking comfort from it.

It took some moments before Queenie starts feeling her gut wanting to push out the influx of fluid inside her. The look of Queenie's face then starts to look constipated as if she wanted to go for a massive release.

"What is this you're doing? Do you want me to shit?! I'm feeling that I want to digest right now, I can't hold it any longer."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We quickly communicated through the tentacle we had wrapped around her clitoris.

“Please hold that function for a moment while we ready our receptacle and prepare you for release.”

Quickly, we switched out the hose in her anus for another, that would pass her waste through to our equipment for processing.

Next, in order to loosen her stool to get as much out as possible, we began a massage of her lower torso. Her large, distended abdomen shook as we attached the suction pads on our tentacles to her smooth skin. The water inside her shook as we waved our tentacles back and forth. The skin undulated as the liquid inside crashed against itself in waves.

We pulled some tentacles away, leaving red circles of increased blood flow, and slapped them down gently, just to jostle and agitate the shifting water inside her. Once we were satisfied that her stool had been loosened as much as possible, we pulled away our tentacles, except the one wrapped around her clitoris.

“Whenever you are ready, you may release.”

 

[littlesisters]

Its a common thing to one's hold bowel movement, but holding massive amounts of liquid and stool while having an inflated belly is completely another story that no human would ever want. What's worse is that these tentacles are the ones facilitating her forced bowel movement, they really want her to literally shit and they did so by grinding the water through firm pressings of her belly which is quite pressuring for her innards. But Queenie's endorphins keep on masking the ordeal as pleasurable and sexual, of course to save her the pain Queenie gives in to the perverse arousal even though she knows that she is about to shit herself. She took this as a form of foreplay, in fact she got the feeling of being pregnant, maybe this is how it really feels to be in the 8th month of pregnancy, but to add foreplay with tentacles is very arousing too. It felt like big kisses and sucks as if there's something that wants to chew and swallow her very bloated belly. It made Queenie go with the motion even though her belly is being pushed and mashed. She closed her eyes while moaning in ecstasy.

Fortunately the tentacles did not keep it for long and they telepathically told her that she could finally release, so without hesitation, Queenie grunted very audibly and made a massive flush. She could feel that her release is not going messy as the alien device perfectly caught all of the waste both solid and fluid.

The grunting subsided just as her belly deflated, it left Queenie exhausted from the labor, sweating even more and panting feverishly. She squirmed her legs as she felt very filthy from this lewd activity.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We began processing the output immediately, sterilizing the waste and reducing the liquid to a fine, nutrient-rich paste. Simultaneously, we picked up a warm, wet cloth in one tentacle and cleaned the subject’s anus, wiping away any trace of her waste.

It took some time to process the paste and to prepare the instruments for conducting the mutations, and in that time we left the subject on the table. It was warm enough on the ship that she wouldn’t feel a chill, except perhaps some light shivers as her exertion evaporated off her body. We had chosen her well. She was fit and healthy, a strong vessel to bear a strong generation of our species. We could see it in her muscles, as they flexed and relaxed on our table, in her smooth and bright skin. She could likely feel us watching her as we worked, and we hope she could sense our approval.

 

[littlesisters]

Queenie kind of appreciates the fact that her anus just got cleaned after that filthy ordeal, at least these tentacles treated her with some amount of decency. She still continues to perspire while she rest as the room's temperature is warm. Her sexual arouse is still high however, despite releasing disgusting amounts of feces. Deep inside, her body is in heat and her sexual instincts are beginning to want for more lewd activity, but Queenie would rather not voice it out to these aliens and ask them to molest her again, thats just begging for them to rape her. She could see some sort of a very high tech space-age looking machine that the tentacles are interacting with, Queenie deduced that her waste product is being processed there for something she has no clue of. Right now she is anxious to go home.

"So.... you got what you want... Can you let me.... go now?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

We reached out to wrap a tentacle around her clit to communicate.

“I’m sorry, that was only to process the nutrient paste that we need for implantation. We’re preparing for that step now. We’re not finished, but don’t worry. We can spare a limb or two to keep away the boredom.”

The tentacle on her clit began to twist and undulate, putting significant pressure and friction on the small pleasure organ. Another of our bodies sent a second tentacle to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples on the way to her exposed crotch.

“Please relax and enjoy yourself. Our odds of success increase if your mood is positive.”

That second tentacle reached her vagina, sliding inside effortlessly, and folding on itself to increase its girth. We twisted and thrust, stimulating the nerves inside and out of her genitals. If we could give her a few orgasms before implantation, as well as as many as possible during, she would be ripe for implantation.