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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Treasure Huntress (Kayce) {F/Alien,nc,oral,anal,breasts,cum}
Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 20:10:03 -0500
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[Note: I couldn't find this story on Google, and I'm not sure I ever
successfully posted it, so here I post it on 11/19/2001]


DISCLAIMER:
This story is quite explicit. It contains reluctant sex between a
female and an alien depicted in a graphical fashion. If you are under
the age of eighteen (or whatever is the age of maturity in your
country) or you are easily offended by the graphical description of
sexual acts, do *not* read this story! By reading this you imply that
you are of legal age by the standards of your country and it is legal
to view such material in your country.

                                  *      *      *

Please provide me with feedback and constructive criticism regarding
this story so I can improve my style, grammar, spelling and all that.

Raven Kayce, kayce@gmx.net, 07/22/2000
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                        TREASURE HUNTRESS
                           by Raven Kayce

Sasha felt a warm gush of moist air blow towards her when the airlock
of her small vessel swung open. She straightened the hem of her short
dress before stepping in front of the hatch and peeking into the alien
station she had just docked with. An eerie sight greeted her. The
walls , floor and roof of the corridor that led from  her docking
point deeper into the apparently deserted station was of a strange,
fleshy red color, all in organic, strangely biomorphic shape.
Carefully Sasha bent down, touching the floor in front of her ship
with two fingers. It felt warm, soft. Somehow even strangely alive.

She sat down on the cold metal floor of her ship and took off her
shoes. She didn't want to damage anything out there by getting stuck
with her heels. She contemplated whether to lose her white nylon
stocking, but quickly wiped away the disgusting thought of touching
this soft sticky floor with her bare feet. Sasha stepped through the
hatch, carefully placing first one, then both feet on the soft warm
floor. It felt as if muscles below the surface were tightening to
compensate for her weight.

Carefully Sasha took a few steps forward until she began to grow used
to the strange ground below her feet. Then, growing more confident she
advanced to the end of the corridor which ended in a small anteroom.
She noticed tentacle-like tubes lying alongside the wall, leading back
into the corridor. Probably electric lines, Sasha thought. She turned
around, scanning the room, and saw some kind of screen embedded in the
wall. It was showing images, strange places with chambers like this
one, or long corridors, all organic like this station here. With
fascination Sasha watched what was going on there. She saw the camera
perspective sliding along the floor of a soft tunnel like the one in
the docking bay, and it seemed to be approaching a woman's leg. She
saw it slide up the slim, stocking-clad calves, no, could almost feel
it, watching in fascination as it slid underneath the woman's short
skirt, advancing towards her panties.

She felt a tentacle slide up along her outter thigh, slowly
approaching towards the waistband of her panties, slipping underneath
it as a second tentacle approached the other side, also sliding
underneath, and then both began tugging at the fabric, pulling it down
over her buttocks, down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
Then Sasha saw them wind up again, approaching the woman's now bared
pussy. Four more tentacles had now joined their brothers, two tightly
wound around the woman's ankles while the other two had begun sliding
up underneath the woman's dress, across her flat stomach towards her
full round breasts. One tentacle each began sliding over the woman's
nipples underneath her dress straining the fabric that was already
tightly hugging the woman's full curves. The first two tentacles were
now approaching the woman's cunt lips.

Sasha jumped in shock! She could actually feel the tentacles at her
cunt. Shocked she stared down at her body to see the traces of strong
slim limbs underneath her dress, realizing she had been watching the
tentacles approaching herself! She tried to jump back, but the
tentacles at her ankles held against her pulls and as she reached down
to free herself, two more tentacles shot up and wrapped themselves
around her wrists. Sasha tried to twist out of their firm grip, but
they wouldn't yield, and even against her frantic pulling they began
dragging her arms upward so they were stretched out above her head,
raised towards the ceiling of this strange flesh-coloured cavern.

She was now firmly in the grip of four tentacles, that were tugging at
her, making sure she was immovably locked in this position, solely at
their mercy. Sasha could only watch their movements on the monitor,
unable to prevent the slimy tentacle from moving its moist suction
cups into position over her stiff nipples. She could feel them closing
in, enveloping her sensitive buds, tickling them, sucking on them,
these strong limbs out of nowhere massaging her soft breasts, pushing
them together.

Sasha's arms were slowly growing tired from her feeble attempts at
release. In resignation she relaxed her muscles, just hanging there a
few feet above the ground, her breathing incrementally speeding up due
to the tentacles' cunning ministrations of her breasts. Looking at the
screen in front of her once more, she became aware of  a slick thin
tentacle approaching her from above her, gliding along its brethren
that were holding her suspended by her wrists. As it was advancing
towards her hands, she tried to grab it, to squeeze it so she might
eventually be able to force them to release her, but as she wrapped
her hand around it and contracterd her fingers, she slipped through
its slimy covering and it escaped her.

As it continued down her bare arms, she felt the two tentacles below
her waist resume their movements, one of them advancing towards her
sex once more, while the other slipped through between her legs and
began exploring her buttocks. Not unlike its companions further up
under her dress, it began massaging the soft curved surface, sometimes
sliding in between, tracing her crack. Up to now the other one had
pursued similar goals, but with Sashas increasing gasps it closed in
on her slit, tracing its line along her outer lips, the tip testing
here and there before finally brushing them aside and advancing deeper
down.

Sasha gasped in surprise as she felt the thin slimy tip trace the
inner walls of her love tunnel, then pushing more and more of its
quickly widening form deeper down inside her. She tried to wriggle, to
somehow force it to stop this penetration of her most private body
part, but without success. Unerringly it continued plunging down her
sex, straining her insides having grown to about two inches in
diameter, taking advantage of her inability to move aside. Luckily the
slimy coating provided some lubrication, or it would have hurt.
However, the way it was now it was among the most exciting feelings
Sasha had ever felt. The tentacle seemed to know exactly where to
touch her to make her writhe and moan in pleasure despite herself.

Another gasp escaped Sasha's lips as the tentacle suddenly began
pulsing inside her, contracting and expanding deep down in her
stimulating her with friction and relaxation in alternation. Her
breathing was becoming ragged now, faster. And then she stopped in
mid-breath, as she felt the other tentacle behind her that had been
sliding up and down her crack, leaving a slimy trace between her cute
firm buns. It was circling her pink  hole, sucking, almost nibbling on
the edge of her asshole. Then she felt it diving down shockingly fast,
pushing into that tight tunnel, forcing itself onward as it grew
thicker. Both holes now filled and being so expertly stimulated,
Sasha's furiousness was gradually turning into arousal, even more so
as the second tentacle progressed deeper into her rear.

While the tentacle inside her cunt was pulsing at a quickening rythm,
driving her mad with the exciting tingle this yielded inside her, her
most sensitive nerves overflowing with stimulation, she suddenly felt
the most exciting sensation she had ever experienced: the tentacle in
her ass had begun firmly thrusting into her, its tip stimulating her
g-point from behind through the thin membrane, her pelvis shaking both
from the force of its thrusts as well as from her shudders of
excitement, and in combination with the stimulation of her nipples and
breasts under the constant ministrations of eager strong slimy
tentacles, she found herself driven to her first of several orgasms
that robbed her of her last remaining ounce of resistance.

No surprise then, that when the slim long tentacle that had been
sliding down her bound arms, stroking her armpits, touching and
teasing her neck and chin, finally arrived at her soft lips, she
eagerly received it in her mouth and began swirling around it with her
tongue, toying with it, caught thus in the shrewd treatment of her
body that she didn't note the alien taste of its slimyness. And as she
was enveloped by the musky smell of her own tingling sex, more
tentacles neared her, enveloping her arms and legs, sliding across her
stomach, dozens of thin slim ones huddling through the curls at her
pussy, tracing the outline of her cheekbones, tickling her lips and
ears, thick and strong hairy ones sliding underneath her dress,
tugging at the seams, while she was eagerly sucking and licking the
tentacle that was sliding in and out of her mouth, brushing against
her lips roughly.

The tugging of the thick hairy tentacles, which had entered through
the armholes of her sleeveless dress, was increasing in strength more
and more, and as she felt the friction of their hair on her skin as
they were pulling and skewing her dress in every direction, she
suddenly felt the zipper burst under the strain, an incredible amount
of wiggling tentacles erupting from underneath her dress, more peeking
out where the seams burst, spilling out along with her ample breasts
which were bouncing freely after their release.

And when the last shreds of her dress slid to the floor, her nude form
hanging in mid-air, hundreds of tentacles sliding across her soft
skin, her sensitive erect nipples, her firm breasts, pushing them up
and down, supporting them  at one moment, then letting them sink down
the other moment, four of the thicker tentacles suddenly commenced a
thrusting motion, one buried in her bosom between her breasts, another
one in her mouth, still being sucked and licked by her tongue twirling
around its tip, the final two pushing into and out of her pussy and
rear. Sasha could clearly feel them pulsing more and more, increasing
the friction and the excitement she was subjected to, and she wondered
whether she really still wanted to get away.

Suddenly, Sasha felt a quickening in the pulsing of the one buried
inside her mouth. Instinctively knowing what would come next, Sasha
firmly wrapped her lips around the slimy round tentacle as it thrust
into her, almost hitting the back of her throat, and then she felt the
being's cum burst from the tentacle's tip, two spurts already making
her mouth overflow, dripping from her lips and flowing down her chin
and neck even though she was swallowing the first load of this tasty
cream even before the fourth spurt hit the back of her throat.

Meanwhile the thrusts of the tentacle inside her pussy were increasing
in force, driving her to her second orgasm at the same time as the
tentacle squirted its hot load into her tight vagina, splashing
against her insides, a little dripping out between her legs as the
tentacle withdrew. But the stimulation did not stop, even though the
thinner tentacles were withdrawing from her body, leaving her to the
ones that had begun it all.

All this distraction now removed, she could clearly feel the tentacle
inside her butt, her ass cheeks pushed apart by the thick slimy tube
that had its tip buried deep in her. Instinctively she tried to push
it out, but it kept pushing into her without hesitation, forcing
itself in and out in regular, quickening thrusts, and no matter how
much she resisted, the only thing she achieved was making it rub more
against her flesh, hurting herself. And when she reluctantly forced
herself to yield to it, the tentacle found its way to her sensitive
spot again, tickling her. She felt the shivering start in her loins,
growing, spreading into her shaking legs as well as up her belly, and
she felt the strong tingling driving her to scream out her orgasm just
as the sperm was pumped into her, the tentacle at the source blocking
the exit, making her realize the incredible amount in a feeling of
pressure and fullness that was spreading up her hole.

By this time, Sasha was gasping for air, her moans and screams of
pleasure filling the moist warm chamber. Only clad in her white
stockings, her bared pussy and ass glistening from the alien's juices
as well as her lips, Sasha was still hanging in the air. Besides the
tentacles that were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, however, the
only tentacle left was the one between her breasts, wiggling around
futilely. Just now Sasha noticed that the tension was lessening.
Carefully the tentacles laid her down, stretched out on the soft, damp
ground, and the strong tentacles that held her quickly vanished,
leaving her alone with the one wriggling between her breasts.

It almost seemed as if it was begging her to help, and then she
understood what it wanted. Carefully she brought her hands to her
breasts, placing each one at the side of one before slowly pushing
them together, enveloping the tentacle in between. While she did this,
the tentacle remained limp, completely unmoving. She pushed together
her breasts until she could clearly feel the tentacle's shape, its
hardness, its slimyness. And then she felt it commencing to move once
more, its tip appearing between her breasts, approaching her
sperm-stained chin. Only a breath from touching her it began receding
again, sliding down between the delicate skin of her tits.

Sasha could almost feel how it was gaining confidence as it began
thrusting up and down in its tight channel, the incredible friction of
skin against skin reduced a little by slime that Sasha could feel
lubricating her bosom. And then it began pulsing again, contracting
just as its tip exited at the top of her bosom, its premier shot of
sperm splashing directly into Sasha's eager mouth, the second one
splashing against her neck and chin, the gooey cum flowing down
towards her boobs. Meanwhile the tentacle slid down again, and Sasha
felt its third gush of cum spilling between her breasts, and a warm
sticky trace of it followed the tentacle as it finally exited the
channel again at her belly, plastering it with another splash of
semen. Then it rose into the air and began shooting its cum all over
Sasha's breasts and fingers, even though she quickly pulled away her
hands when she realized what was to come next. Her breasts now no
longer pressed against each other, the next couple of splashes sprayed
her breasts and bosom, before it began raining down on her face, to
which Sasha eagerly opened her mouth. Just when Sasha thought this was
the end of it, rising to a sitting position while licking the semen
off her red lips, a final eruption plastered her long mahogany hair
with cum.

Connected to the tentacle by a long, milky-white string of sperm,
Sasha bent forward, kising it on the tip, sucking and licking the
remaining jism from it to say her farewell. That it seemed to
understand, and disappeared into the ground without a trace. Sasha
looked down herself, sliding her hands across her lithe, sperm-soaked
form, raising her hands to her lips and licking off the sperm,
massaging her breasts a final time before she got up, still all
slippery and wet, heading for her ship.

When she finally sat in her pilot's chair again, cleaning herself up
but not missing the opportunity to tend to her bodily needs some more,
she suddenly discovered something in one of her stockings. She took it
off and took a small, slimy piece of tentacle out, that was eagerly
wriggling in her hand. Somehow she had a feeling that it had grown a
bit in the last few seconds. Affectionately she stroked along the
length of it, noticing a little of milky-white liquid oozing out from
its tip.

"If we work a little on your endurance," she smiled at it, "this might
lead to a very pleasuring friendship for both of us."

-----
Written by R. Kayce, <kayce@gmx.net>. Comments and critique welcome.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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