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Zoey's Out of This World Spanking!

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:53:43

Brother Antroz

Chapter 1 “Okay Zoey, let's think this one through. You woke up on what looks like every alien spaceship you've ever seen, you have no idea how you got here and you're wearing baggy silk pajamas. This could end up being a very weird porno...” Strangest of all, she was not making a word of that up. The last thing Zoey remembered before waking up on the floor of a cold metal hallway was fighting off a sizable number of 'zombies' with her new friends, Bill, Francis and Louis. Now, she was wandering the dimly-lit corridors, looking through door after door (against her better judgment) for any other sentient creature. “On the bright side, if there's anything else on this ship, they haven't started experimenting on Smokers...” she muttered. “No probing tentacles for me!” Still, she couldn't help looking over her shoulder every now and then, with every murmur and groan a new and monstrous form of life stalking after her. “Why'd they have to take my clothes anyway?” Zoey wondered aloud. “And why silk? Where'd they even get them? Have they been doing this for a while or did they just walk into Victoria's Secret before the whole zombie apocalypse and try them on themselves? Does Victoria's Secret even have anything that doesn't look ridiculously overdesigned and yet still barely covers ten inches of skin on most girls?” After what felt like an eternity, but could just as easily have been as few as ten minutes, the walls widened into a room of seemingly endless blackness. “Hello? Anyone friendly out there?” she called, crossing her fingers behind her back. Was it her imagination or had the strange humming that pervaded the entire ship change pitch slightly? She took a cautious step forward into the room, and then decided against it, retreating back to the nearest wall and inching her way along. “Don't know what I'm looking for; pretty much anything different would be nice...” she murmured as she felt the surface before her gingerly. Now there was no mistaking it, the background noise had changed; there was a whirring noise that was definitely getting closer... The girl yanked her hand back, just as a robotic arm shot out of the darkness and snapped closed just where hers at been a moment before. She flattened her back to the wall and frantically searched the dark in front of of her for any movement. The robot arm came whooshing back, accompanied by its newfound twin, darting right for her ankles, which she avoided by leaping about a foot into the air. (It might have been reactionary or just out of fright.) “You're not getting me that easy, even if you have to do have to go two on one on an unarmed girl!” Zoey taunted them, as they withdrew slowly. She smirked as they disappeared, already waiting for their return. Sure enough, they came back out a few seconds later, aiming for her arms this time. Just as she whisked them up above her head, two more appendages shot out and wrapped around her chest. “Aggh! Let go!” she yelped, bringing her arms back down to try and loosen their grip. They held fast and whisked her out into the room. “FOUR on one?? You guys must really be desperate!” she grumbled, flexing her chest muscles and grabbing hold of one of the fingers. “All I can say is that you better be taking me home and not off to some weird medical experiments...” The journey, whatever its destination, was not a long one, and they came to an abrupt halt in a few moments. Zoey looked around frantically, and was barely able to make out a large dimly-lit metal table some feet below her. “Creepy medical experiments ahoy!” The first two arms returned and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her own arms gently but firmly above her head, as one of the ones around her chest let go and pulled away. Before she could wonder what they were up to, the third arm grabbed hold of the edge of her loose-fitting pajama bottoms and began pulling it downward. “Ohh-ho, no. No, no, no. You leave those right where they are!” she scolded, trying in vain to yank her arms free. Whatever was controlling the appendages, it certainly seemed to have a sense of drama. The one at her waist began tugging her pants down slowly, very, very slowly...
Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:38:48

Brother Antroz

Chapter 2 “Look, if we HAVE to do this and I'm not saying we do, can we just get it over with instead of making it a goddamn striptease??” Zoey demanded, managing to briefly free one of her hands and pull her pajama bottoms back up. The now-empty arm shot back down and grabbed her by the wrist once more, leaving her defenseless against the slow steady tug of the third appendage. Despite her struggles, her pants were now around her thighs and continuing down. “This canNOT be happening.” she fumed, turning her head away and trying desperately to think of something to do. Now they were at her knees...her calves...her ankles...now they were dangling below her feet, and now they were falling to the floor, however far away that was. “Okay, hurray for you. You managed to take my pants off. Can we leave it at that?” Zoey growled, shivering as the cold air made its way around her bare legs. As if in answer, the arms performed a quick switch. Now the first two were holding her, upside down, by the ankles, and the second two were hanging freely in the air, waiting for new orders. This had the effect of revealing her toned stomach as the hem of her shirt fell down in front of her face. “Whoooaa! A little warning next time, or I might pass out again!” she groaned, yanking her shirt up in an attempt to keep her modesty. One of the two vacant appendages grabbed a sleeve and began pulling it off. No matter how firmly she held onto the hem, the arm-things were stronger, and bit by bit, her grip was slipping. In desperation, she grabbed the hem with her other hand, but the last arm had apparently decided on a different tactic. It slipped under her shirt and began, strangely enough, to try and tickle her! “Aaaaah! What the...what the hell are you...” Zoey spluttered, trying to fend it off. The arm-thing that was still trying to remove her shirt redoubled its efforts. “Fight fair, dammit!” she protested, unable to decide which appendage to fight first. Despite the cold metal sensation and the robot hand's stiff fingers, she had always had a bit of a weakness for tickling. On the almost literal other hand, it was very cold in here and she would very much prefer to keep at least one article of proper clothing on! The decision was made all too quickly, as her shirt fluttered to the still-unseen floor to join her pants. Fighting off the giggles more successfully than the hand that was causing them, Zoey reassessed her situation. She was hanging upside down in what she now had no doubt was an alien spaceship, in her white cotton bra and panties, being held aloft and simultaneously TICKLED by cold robot hands. “I was right,” she thought to herself. “This IS turning into a very weird porno. I just hope there aren't any cameras in here...” Suddenly, the tickling stopped and as she began to breathe again, she couldn't help noticing that the hands holding her ankles had begun to lower her down, while the other hands grabbed hold of her wrists and brought her head level with her body, letting the blood flow normalize again. “Well, thank HEAVEN for small mercies.” she grumbled. Suddenly, she felt something solid beneath her, and as the hands painstakingly brought her right-side-up again, she let out a YELL as the metal table met her back. “Cold cold cold cold collllld!” she squeaked, shooting upright, rubbing her forearms for warmth, and watching the appendages carefully, as they had stopped moving entirely, apparently waiting for something. “So...when are the..uh...aliens coming along to probe me? That's...that's what you guys do, right, you...probe people...” she asked nervously, eyes darting from one arm to another. They twitched for a moment, and rushed forward, quickly wrapping around her limbs and flipping her onto her stomach. “Wow! You guys don't mess around do you? No warning, nothing. You could've asked me to do it, you know!” Zoey complained, looking behind her as the arms continued to move. They had soon tucked her arms and legs underneath her, so that she was now on her hands and knees. “Um, I don't know if anyone's listening out there...” she began, scanning the room anxiously, as it had begun to brighten almost imperceptibly at first, and then more quickly until she could actually make out the walls a short distance away. “But I was just kidding about the probing. You know that, right? You don't have to stick things in me...” The appendages let go, and she could now see that they were coming out of ports on the rightmost wall on the right, attached to raised panels covered in little flashing lights. One of the arms (hereafter rreferred to as A, B, C, etc.) flexed briefly and its hand suddenly turned into a small, sharp knife. As A moved towards her, Zoey shut her eyes and braced herself, hoping feverishly they knew about anesthetics. There was a small ripping sound, then another, and she felt a cool breeze in certain places that had previously been very covered.“Oh dammit to hell. They better not have...” She opened her eyes and looked down. “They did. This day couldn't possibly get any worse...”
Sat, 22 Jun 2013 02:21:31

Gilgamesh of Uruk

Nice writing - I like how it's going so far.
Sat, 06 Jul 2013 21:03:22

Brother Antroz

Totally forgot about this thread, sorry! Chapter 3 Zoey's natural first reaction upon being divested of her bra and panties was to place a hand over her groin in an attempt at privacy, but the appendage grabbed her wrist and moved it back to its previous position. “Okay, NO.” she growled, rolling over onto her backside and draping an arm across her exposed nipples. “I'll put up with a lot of things, inCLUDING a zombie apocalypse back on Earth. But I am not going to go down on my hands and knees and let you look at my...my crotch without at least putting up a fight!” The alien appendages seemed stunned at this resistance so late in the game and stopped dead in their tracks. Zoey took that as an opportunity to slip off the table, placing her other hand over the aforementioned crotch and backing away from the arms cautiously. “I'd rather NOT go back to those guys in my birthday suit...” she muttered, bending down to retrieve the silk pajamas that had been dropped to the floor. Suddenly, arm A sprang into action. It shot over to where Zoey was grabbing hold of the rumpled clothing and delivered a firm slap to her unavoidably exposed buttocks. “OW!” She leapt into the air with a start, and arm B came to assist, grabbing one ankle as A grabbed another. Together, they lifted her up into the air and brought her back to the table. “Let GO!” she yelled, struggling to reach up and loosen their grip. They deposited her handily onto the table, but kept their hold on her legs, holding them high in the air as Arms C and D moved into position. C and D paused as if for effect, as Zoey twisted and turned on the table, still trying to break free. “Let me go, dammit!” As if that was their cue, they swung down, hitting both of her cheeks at once. “Ah-how! Knock it off!” The appendages completely ignored her and prepared for another slap. She kicked her legs furiously but to no avail. The arms rushed down and hit her bottom again with a resounding SLAP! “Oww!” she cried, trying to cover the target with her hands. C was having none of that though, and briskly pulled them away while D came in with another spank. “OW!” D reared back again as C rejoined it. “Stop! ...Please!” she begged through gritted teeth, but before she knew it she felt another stinging blow across her butt. Just as it began to register however, they came down with ANOTHER. “Sto-hop!” she hollered. *SLAP* “Please!” *SLAP* The appendages, or whatever was controlling them, paid no attention to Zoey's pleas for mercy, and spanked her again and again. At one point, they even took her completely off the table and turned her over. With B under her stomach, the other three took turns slapping her upturned bottom. “What the hell...ow! What the hell did I do? Ow ow ow!” She squirmed mightily, and attempted to roll off of it, but D rolled her back into place and gave her an extra-hard spank as punishment. Her head flew up and she let out a waiiiiiil of shock and pain. The arms paused for a moment and she panted for breath, hoping against hope they were done. Shockingly enough, they were and lowered her back down to the table (stomach first, thankfully). “W...why the hell are aliens into spanking??” Zoey murmured, looking over her shoulder to inspect her butt. Her eyes widened as she saw the very fetching shade of pink it sported, and rubbed it gingerly. The appendages slid underneath her and lifted her up, fussing and fiddling until she was back on all fours. “Oh, don't mind me, I'll just sit here with my butt up in the air, waiting for you to come back and spank me some more!” she shouted at them as they disappeared into the wall. She sighed impatiently and continued to kneel on the table, only occasionally reaching back to massage one of her buttocks. Without warning, a strange, halting voice began to speak out of seemingly nowhere. Zoey nearly fell off the table in shock, but scrambled back onto it in time to hear: “...attempted resistance several times in the past. Appropriate discipline in the position known on subject's home planet as 'diaper' has been administered.” “I'm glad you ruled out electroshock therapy!” she retorted. The voice ignored her and continued. “Additionally, Subject 67409 has been informed that attempting to move from its current posture or other such disruptive behavior will be met with further punishment. The testing shall now begin.” “What testing?” she wondered, as the appendages emerged. Immediately, she noticed a difference. C had reshaped its hand into a rather phallic-looking device and seemed to be approaching her rear. Zoey shifted uncomfortably in place, and D accelerated, flattening its own hand out in preparation. She stuck her tongue out at it, and watched C apprehensively before B grasped her lower jaw gently, forcing her to look straight ahead. She briefly felt one of the hands grab her by the hip, moments before the phallic shape was inserted into her butt. “Nnnh...” Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as the device went further into her. B, meanwhile, made its hand into a small dropper and deposited several droplets down her throat. She coughed and spluttered as it withdrew, noting its salty taste as she managed to swallow it. The penis-like shape the C arm had taken was now fully embedded inside her, and as she squirmed around on the table, it let out a long, low hum that went straight to her spine. Zoey's hair stood on end at that and she shivered in delight. The other three appendages took note of this, and when C vibrated again, B reached underneath it and slid its dropper along her crotch. She giggled quietly, for it tickled a little as it took a sample of the moisture that had begun to accumulate there. C began to pump in and out of her bottom, as Zoey found herself becoming increasingly aroused at the treatment she was receiving. A and D were still in the form of hands, and moved to her breasts. They started working at her nipples with their fingers, pushing, pulling, kneading, tugging... At this point, she couldn't help herself and rubbed her fingers against her pussy, moaning in time with the thrusts of the C device. B returned to its hand shape and felt her forehead for a moment (although how it could determine her temperature when it was made of metal is anyone's guess), before returning to her vagina. The hands at her nipples, seeming to conclude that she could not produce milk through manual stimulation alone, released her breasts and, in perfect synchronization with the B appendage, delivered mild electrical shocks to her most sensitive parts. Zoey's eyes shot open and she climaxed, moaning loudly and rocking her hips back into C's penile shape. B collected another sample from her vagina and retreated into the walls along with A and D. As she came down from her orgasm, still breathing heavily, C began to hum again, constantly this time. She whimpered as the arousal began to build again, now furiously fingering her pussy. The liquid they'd made her swallow earlier must have been an aphrodisiac, because all she could think of now was her need to cum. The C appendage was now thrusting in and out of her with such speed it was almost a blur, and the vibration was so intense that her eyes rolled back in her head in ecstasy. All she could do was rub herself and emit a long unbroken “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh” sound. When she felt the peak approaching, she shook herself out of her reverie, and screamed aloud to the entire room, “I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg!” The orgasm wracked her body; she whimpered as she rode the waves. “Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes...!” she panted, fondling her breast with her free hand and pushing her fingers deep inside her. C continued to pound away at her butt, only gradually letting its hum subside. Zoey slumped down, unable to keep her knees locked, and rested her cheek on the table, moaning softly as the lone appendage inside her slowed down. Slowly, almost tenderly, it slid out of her and back into the wall, the other three returning. B felt her forehead again as C and D pulled her to her feet. “I...I'm not going anywhere for a while.” she mumbled, sitting back down. She winced as she remembered the spanking earlier, and rolled over, now draped sideways over the table. C placed itself under her chest and D and B grabbed her legs. Together, they hoisted her into the air and set off down the hallway. Zoey's eyes were closed in post-orgasmic bliss and she let them take her wherever they had in mind. “Not like I could stop them. They'd just chase me down and spank me again. Mmm, spanking...” Her thoughts before sleep took hold were somewhat disjointed, but involved everything from Greys to Wookiees to Borg placing her over their knees...
Sat, 06 Jul 2013 21:40:22

Vitezislav

Great story :D
Mon, 08 Jul 2013 18:59:36

Brother Antroz

Chapter 4 When Zoey opened her eyes again, she was in a different room: larger than the last, and quite a bit more in it. There was a large chair in front of her, with several buttons and dials on a panel behind it. A large monitor to the side displayed the laboratory she had been in previously, which was now empty apart from the table in the middle. It was so dark, however, that she could barely see what was sitting in the chair. She was, however, a big fan of the Christmas lighting the control panel behind it used. ”More people need to use blue in their holiday decorations.” she thought to herself. She also realized she was standing up, with the appendages supporting her. The strange voice she'd heard after the machines spanked her spoke again. “The predictions made of Subject 67409 proved accurate. With the exception of previous behavior, the female was a perfectly adequate test subject. This unit now recommends similar experiments to be carried out upon the male of the species.” “Adequate?” she said in disbelief, putting her hands on her hips. “I came my ass off in there and all you have to say is that I'm 'adequate'??” Silence. The shape in the chair seemed to be waiting for a translation, which she now realized came from the console. “Subject 67409...” “I have a NAME, you know.” “INSERT SUBJECT NAME seems to be requesting a higher grade than was originally awarded. ...After due consideration, INSERT SUBJECT NAME's request may be fulfilled if she consents to another study.” “Uh huh, and what kind of study would THAT be? Wandering your ship for an hour? Or how about an obstacle course, with lots of slow-motion replays for the SCIENTISTS to gawk at? Ooh, I know: how about giving me my damn clothes back??” “INSERT SUBJECT NAME has made three estimations of the trial, all of which were incorrect. INSERT SUBJECT NAME must advance to the seat and proceed to recline over the captain's leg-structures, after which another session of spanking shall take place.” “How did I know it would involve getting my ass blistered again?” Zoey sighed, running a hand over her bottom thoughtfully. “The blistering INSERT SUBJECT NAME speaks of will not be of issue. The med units aboard this vessel have produced a cream-like substance, which shall be applied once the study has concluded.” “Well, at least I don't have to worry about the next pair of jeans I run across chafing my butt.” she said, turning the question over in her mind. “What the hell. As long as the captain isn't some big slavering mutant with hands as big as my head, I'm game.” The console emitted a series of low beeps, and the appendages released her one by one. She stepped forward hesitantly, and the lights came up. On the bright side, the captain was only about a head and a half taller than her. Unfortunately, he was also a reptile with blue skin and one hell of a neckfrill. He watched her unblinkingly as she came forward and lay down awkwardly over his lap. “Oh Mr Principal sir, I'd do ANYthing for a better grade!” Zoey giggled as she tried to get comfortable. As she stopped squirming, she remembered what effect a shapely young woman with no clothes on tended to provoke in men. “Maybe you should've just kept still and thought of England...” she worried to herself. Sure enough, something began to poke at her stomach as the reptilian creature raised its hand. “Not much for foreplay, are you big guy?” she said, tensing herself in preparation for the incoming slap. What followed however was much nicer than what she was expecting: he cupped one of her upturned cheeks. “W-what's the matter, never seen an ass before?” she said uncertainly, turning her head to look him in the eye. He held her gaze for a long long moment, running a thumb gently over her bottom as he did. “You're kinda good at this. For a giant alien lizard. Who had his machines stick things up my butt...” she sighed, relaxing slightly. The voice spoke again. “INSERT SUBJECT NAME spoke of a practice called foreplay. In this vessel's studies of human culture, this term is used to refer to erotic activities preceding the act of sexual reproduction. The captain is attempting to recreate such a procedure.” The captain grasped her other buttock with his other hand and rubbed his palm over it, squeezing it gently. His skin was surprisingly pleasant, somewhat scaly and rough, but not irritating as she'd feared. “As far as I'm concerned, we could do this all day.” Zoey murmured, closing her eyes and deciding to enjoy the attention while it lasted. She was only able to savor it for a few more seconds. Before long, he stopped massaging her butt and instead gave it a soft pinch. She squeaked and opened her eyes, looking up at him in surprise. “Done so soon?” she asked and pretended to pout. He continued to stare at her, and abruptly gave her a quick spank. “Yowww! I wish you'd forgotten about that!” she gasped as he raised his hand again and another slap followed on the heels of the first. She flinched and turned her head away,vowing to keep her cries of pain to herself. Her resolve was tested as not one, but two blows came down, but all she let out was a small grunt. As if noticing this, he picked up the pace, raining down spank after spank, as she gritted her teeth against the stinging pain. Soon enough though his reptilian strength began to be too much for her. At first, it was just a grumble or two, but then, the noises grew louder...and louder...and louder. Until finally, she could hold back no more and as a particularly hard slap arrived, “Ah-howw!” she screamed, her eyes open wide in shock. Satisfied she was feeling it, the captain slowed down somewhat, making up for his lack of speed with increased power. “Ow! Eeh! Wow! Knock it (ow) off!” she cried. He let out a guttural noise which might have been a chuckle, but continued the assault. She pounded on his leg with her fists, she kicked her feet furiously, and in frustration and pain, she even used a couple curse words in her pleas for him to stop. When she did that, he stopped for a moment as if amused, but the voice said, “Such language is considered vulgar on the subject's home planet. In light of the crimson hue her derriere is developing, however, the captain is advised to restrict himself to the following number of further spanks: ten. Subject 67409 shall count them as they come, or the captain will be permitted to start over.” “You can stick your 'adequate' grade right up your tailpipe; I am outta here!” Zoey yelped, wiggling off the captain's lap. Stumbling to her feet and rubbing her butt, she made for the door as the lizard stood up behind her. In three quick strides, he was in front of it, with his arms spread wide. She feigned a move to the left, then to the right, but he didn't fall for either of them; he just stood there, grinning at her. Glaring daggers at him, she dove right between his legs and was almost home free when a hand closed around her ankle. “Let me go! You had your fun!” she yelled as she tried to shake it loose. Another chuckling sound as she was pulled back in the room, and then hoisted up into the air. The blue-skinned reptile looked at her curiously as she dangled upside-down in his grip, swinging her fists at his face impotently. He shook his head as if to say “What fools these pink-skinned apes be” and tossed her over his shoulder. “Subject 67409's attempt at escape has been noted. This unit recommends the exit be sealed prior to any such additional tests on other subjects. Subject 67409, prepare to count.” With nowhere else to run, she growled angrily and hung her head, waiting. *SLAP* “Gnnf, one!” *SLAP* “Unnnh, two!” *SLAP* “Owww, three!” *SLAP* “Hahh! Four!” *SLAP* “Ffffive!” *SLAP*“Six...” *SLAP* ”Seven...” *SLAP* ”Eight!” *SLAP* ”Ninnnne!” *SLAP* ”TEN! Fuck!” The captain made another noise and the computer translated. “The previous ten blows were delivered in an attempt to correct the subject's foul language. 'Fuck' is deemed the worst word to use in civilized company, and thus, Subject 67409 will receive one more.” Before Zoey could even process that, the lizard had spanked her one last time. “ELEVEN??” she wailed, covering her bottom on the off chance they might find something else to punish her for. “You guys have been watching the wrong damn movies up here!” The reptile put his arm around her torso, lifted her off his shoulder and set her down. She was a bit unsteady on her feet after the last thirty seconds, and he quickly placed his hands at her waist to steady her. As she tried to get her breath back, she looked up at him. She wasn't the best judge of alien faces, having only known this one for a few minutes, but she was pretty sure there was an expression on his face that he hadn't had when she had gotten over his knee earlier... He abruptly pulled one of his hands away and did something to his uniform. She couldn't tell what, but the effect was very clear: his pants seemed to just drop away. Her jaw dropped a little as she saw his erection. “That thing's got to be at least eight inches!!” she thought. “What does he expect me to do with it?” The answer was quick to present itself: he grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up into the air with little effort at all. “Does he really think I can fit all that down there??” she worried to herself as he drew her closer. “Doors are sealed. P minus 5, 4, 3, 2...oh. Oh. Oh wowwww.” He had only inserted the tip into her and she was already feeling strangely exhilarated. As he pushed it further in slowly, Zpey put her arms around him and smiled. “I take it back; I guess you guys do know how to show a girl a good time!” With a low hiss, the captain buried himself up to the hilt in her and her eyes widened. “Oh yeah, OH YEAH. You can just keep it right there and I'd be done in like ten seconds.” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest. The captain began to thrust in and out steadily, holding her by her ass as he did so. “That works too. Oh man, does that work.” Despite the reputation lizards had on Earth, and how firm he'd been when giving her the spanking earlier, he seemed perfectly content to take this part nice and easy. Briefly, he let go of her buttocks and took hold of her legs, wrapping them around him so he could penetrate her more deeply. She practically cooed as he eased back into her. “This more than makes up for those arm-things you had spank me earlier. Buuuuuut, the way I see it, you still haven't apologized for bringing me up here in the first place.” She pulled her head back and looked him right in the eyes as he was in the middle of a thrust. “If you wanna make up for THAT, you'll have to fuck me a whole lot harder than this.” He looked confused at this, and glanced over at the control panel, which had begun beeping insistently. The beeping stopped, and the voice spoke up again, sounding somewhat put-out. “Subject 67409 has requested the captain to begin a quicker and more thorough rhythm of what some on her planet refer to as 'lovemaking'.” He growled understanding of this and started moving faster inside her. “Oh-ho yeAH! That's more like it!” she yelled, throwing her head back in delight. As she exposed her perky breasts to him, he snaked his long thin tongue out and lapped at her nipples. Zoey giggled slightly and tugged his head closer. The captain obliged and nestled between her breasts, still rocking his hips into hers. As if to imitate what one of the arms had done earlier, he growled, sending more shivers down her spine. “Mmmmmmmmm, yes. Juuuust like that.” she groaned, curling her toes to try and stave off the climax that had begun to build in her stomach. He began pounding her faster and faster, threatening to undo the work she was doing to fight it off. Still, she urged him on with little murmurs and whimpers, not trusting what her lips would say right now. The pleasure was getting to be too much though, so she had to risk it. “I think I'm going to cum...” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut in delight. The console had started beeping again almost as soon as he had looked away and the voice had taken on a whole different tone. “Subject 67409 is approaching an orgasm. The captain would be well-advised to cease and desist and allow the appendages to finish this task.” The captain carried Zoey over to the control panel, and set her down on it. Her bottom ended up pushing a large silver button, which stopped the beeping, much to their relief. Her legs were shaking slightly from the fast-approaching orgasm, and she draped them over his shoulders. “They're going to have to break that door down to stop us.” she muttered. The large blue lizard was panting almost as much as Zoey was now, his thrusts almost faster than the machine's had been. “Come on big guy,” she gasped. “Just a bit more. Just a bit more...” He slammed into her one last time and she felt him erupt inside her. The sensation of his thick alien cum filling her up was just what she needed to send her over the edge. She finally came with a loud moan, squeezing him tightly with her legs and her arms and her vagina. Her whole body was trembling, and she leaned back against the panel, staring at the monitor without seeing any one of the messages flashing on it. Finally, his orgasm subsided as well. He stood up, easing himself out of her with one hand and somehow pulling his pants up off the ground without even reaching for them. “Huh...huh...huh...” She was panting furiously and struggling to get up off the panel. The captain looked at her blankly for a moment before helping her up. He searched through the buttons for a moment before pushing several in sequence. A new voice spoke up, one which she assumed was translating directly for him. “I shall see that you get very high marks for this. You should leave, however, before they attempt to enter with force.” “Uh, yeah... Didn't you say something about some cream before? I know I just got a lot, I can still feel it; I mean for my butt...” Zoey said, turning around and showing it to him again. He smiled and patted it approvingly. “I had forgotten. I will arrange for a transport for you from this room, and summon a container of the cream. It will not take long.” He fiddled with the console for a few seconds. A strange chiming noise announced the sudden materialization of a nondescript white carton on a small raised section of the control panel. “Do you wish to apply it yourself or will you allow me the honors?” he asked as he picked it up and offered it to her. “I can do it, but only if you watch and learn...” she grinned. “That would be my pleasure.” the machine responded, as the captain laughed. She took the container and bent over, under the pretense of attempting to pry the lid off. The captain took hold of one of her cheeks and gave it one last squeeze. She smiled at him from between her legs and managed to get the lid off. Zoey dropped it to the ground, dipped her fingers in it, reached back and applied it generously over her other cheek. She began spreading it around slowly, rubbing the skin with the tips of her fingers to bring some circulation back. The lizard, no doubt wishing he had a recording device nearby, stared intently at her as she finished massaging that cheek and dipped her fingers in the container again for the other. “Do I get my clothes back or are you going to be keeping them? I know my underwear's lost and gone forever, but I kinda like that jacket.” He shook himself out of his reverie and switched the translator back on. “Your coverings are in storage. They will be sent down with you.” “Hell yeah! Now I just have to hope those Hunters don't develop a taste for denim, or I'd have some explaining to do...” She straightened up and handed the tub of cream back to him. “Alllll done! Sure I can't give you a little good-bye kiss?” She squeezed his crotch in case the innuendo was lost in translation. He shifted in place awkwardly, but shook his head. “You should hurry and take the transport. If the probes arrive, they will keep you here for a long time.” “Don't worry; I can tell when I'm not wanted!” she pouted. “Oh, one last thing. Do I...have to worry about getting alien-pregnant or anything?” He frowned. Clearly the translating program did not understand the rich nuance of 'alien-pregnant'. “If you are worried about my semen taking hold, worry not. Our species are not compatible in that manner.” “Okay, thank god for that! To be honest, I was kinda worried you were going to have to put something in there that was going to make it feel like my vagina had died.” She noticed a circle of strange symbols lighting up on the ground behind her, and took a step back into it. “Maybe I'll see you around sometime? Um...thanks for the spanking.” she said, blushing. The light brightened and extended to the ceiling, and when the glow faded, Zoey was nowhere to be seen.