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Sci-Fi, horror, FF, bondage, minor, alien, snuff, torture.
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The class was quietly studying the finer points of alien biology when a
chime sounded at the desk of a girl with short dark hair.
"Gen-3374, you will report to central green immediately," announced a
voice from the desk.
Gen lifted her arm out of the learning module that she was plugged into
and stood up, arranged her chiton to fit comfortably on her shoulders, and
walked out of the classroom. The other girls in the class looked up briefly
to watch her go, catching glimpses of her naked body through the open side
of her chiton as she walked by, the and then returned to their study.
Outside the classroom, a transporter was waiting. It resembled a small
platform surmounted by a tall cage. The door of the cage was open and Gen
stepped into it and touched a control panel on one of the bars. A voice said
"Good afternoon Gen-3373. Destination central green. Confirm?"
"Confirm," replied Gen as the doors closed and the transport moved off.
While the transport picked up speed, restraints appeared from the side of
the cage and enveloped her forearms, upper arms, thighs, shins, torso, neck
and head. The head restraint covered her entire head, protecting her face
from the rushing wind. The torso restraint came in on the open side of her
chiton, enveloping her body in its hard embrace. Seconds after the harness
was in place, the transport whipped sharply around a corner and then
accelerated upwards into a shaft filled with hundreds of other transporters
moving at amazing speeds. Painted next to the opening that the transport had
just come out of was the section number: 15CS, designated to teaching
science classes to girls who were between fifteen and sixteen years old.
"Estimated transport time is 5 minutes. Would you care for some
stimulation while you travel?"
"Sure, why not. Level 3 pain please."
The leg restraints pulled open slightly and a probe moved towards her
hairless cunt. Small sharp points appeared on the inside of her torso
restraint and began to administer small, but ever mounting pricks, burns and
electric shocks on her breasts and body, while the probe went to work on her
clitoris.
One minute before the expected arrival, the probes withdrew, giving Gen
some time to recover after her multiple orgasms, and the nanobots time to
repair the minor damage inflicted on her body.
Gen stepped off the transport and took a few shaky steps before fully
recovering from the transport journey. She walked though the doors of
central green and approached the receptionist - an efficient looking woman
wearing a green body suit that covered her entire body except for her head
and hands - standing at a console.
"Gen-3374, reporting."
"The director will be ready for you in a moment, Gen," replied the
receptionist as she walked over to Gen, took her hand and led her to a small
platform so that Gen's head was almost at the same level as the
receptionist.
"How are your classes going? I heard that you scored a blue pin for your
essay on social mores on Seleco Prime" she remarked casually as she flipped
Gen's chiton over her shoulder and looked admiringly at the fifteen-year-old
body.
"Yup, I got lucky and found a huge chunk of pretty recent data during my
research, which helped a lot," she replied, raising her arms and placing her
wrists into restraints above her head.
"Nevertheless, the analysis and conclusion were first class." She wrapped
her arms around the young girl, and kissed her on the mouth, caressing her
back and bottom with one hand while the other held onto Gen's slender neck
and head.
Gen pressed her body into the receptionist, enjoying the sensations, her
cunt once again moistening from the excitement. The older woman broke off
her kiss, stepped to one side and bent down to kiss Gen's right nipple,
reached around with her left hand to caressing her left breast and slid her
right hand down Gen's belly to her cunt.
Gen's breathing quickened and her knees began to buckle, as the pleasure
swept over her, and the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor
were the wrist restraints.
The receptionist took her hand off Gen's breast and tapped a button on the
platform consol. The restraints lifted Gen a meter off the ground, and the
woman repositioned herself in front of the girl, and cupped her small bottom
with both hands. Gen put her legs over the woman's shoulders and thrust her
wet cunt into her face. She licked and teased Gen's clit while sucking the
juices that the little girl was producing. Moving one hand from her bottom
to her small breast, she pinched and caressed her swollen nipple, driving
her to ecstasy.
Just as Gen was on the verge of an orgasm, a chime sounded, and the
receptionist pulled away, and lowered the girl back to the ground.
"The director will see you now," she said, pulling Gen's chiton back in
place, and giving her a final kiss and caress.
"Thank you," she replied and walked into the office, her lust heated body
slowly cooling.
The director's office looked comfortable, soft chairs, warm colors on the
wall, a couple of elaborate alien sculptures, and a wide desk that looked
like it was made of wood.
"Ah hello Gen, it's nice to see you," the director said in a pleasant
tone. "We need you to do a class 21S mission. Here is the message and the
mission briefing," he pointed to a small box on his desk. "The shuttle will
leave as soon as you are on board. Your family will be notified. Do you have
any questions?"
"No sir," Gen replied.
"Very good."
The director turned back to his work, Gen saluted, about faced and walked
out of the office.
"Good luck with the mission," the receptionist said, as Gen went past.
"Thanks!"
Gen waved a cheerful goodbye, blew a kiss, and walked out and back onto a
transport.
"Good afternoon Gen-3373. Destination shuttle bay for 21S mission.
Confirm?"
"Confirm," replied Gen, and the restrains once again closed on her.
"Estimated transport time is 7 minutes. Would you care for some
stimulation while you travel?"
"No thanks, open a message to Ari-1473." A pip sounded to indicate that
the recorder was ready.
"Hiya Ari, I'm off on a 21S mission. You know how these missions go, so
don't expect me to make the debate. You'll find my notes in my files. Give
'em hell! End of message." Another pip sounded the confirmed delivery.
A 21S mission was simple enough and anyone could do it. The only requirement
was to have the correct body mass to hold the message, and enough
self-control to deliver it. The trip to Kzik-Stizz (which is the closest
human approximation for what the insect race of the Bree called their
planet) was uneventful. Gen had ingested the message capsule that would
subtly transform her body to contain the message, stripped off the chiton,
stepped into the transport chamber and then it was dreamless oblivion until
the ship arrived at the orbital port.
When she awoke from the transport slumber, her internal nanobots went to
work, adjusting her body to its new awakened state. A shelf in the chamber
held clothes that were suitable for the Kzik climate and customs. She pulled
on blue coveralls, boots, gloves, cap and most importantly, an
identification belt that amplified her scent.
After leaving the human section of the port, her first stop was the
immigration post. She entered a small clean room, stripped off her clothes,
and stepped into foot restrains that locked into place. Following written
instructions on the wall, she raised her arms, and held onto a bar that
adjusted to her reach, and locked her wrists in place. The mission briefing
had told her to expect this as the Bree found that aliens would sometimes
involuntarily damage the immigration creatures while being verified.
Once the restraints where in place, they moved outward slightly to ensure
that Gen's body was held taut. Then a device descended from the roof behind
her head, and some metallic hands reached out in front of her mouth. As
instructed, she opened her mouth and the metal hands reached inside and held
it open. After a brief moment, a door in the floor opened and a hundred
small creatures scurried over her feet and up her legs, testing for any
abnormalities, contraband, diseases, or weapons. They also went through her
clothes and verified that the scent in the amplifier matched Gen's scent.
Gen struggled to maintain her composure as the creatures inspected ever
part of her skin, even crawling into her rectum and cunt. As they exited her
orifices, the little creatures clean themselves and each other to keep their
sensors operating at maximum efficiency. When the creatures approached her
waist, Gen finally started to panic. She was breathing heavily, some saliva
was dripping out of her forced mouth, and a slow moan escaped from her
throat. The insects were completely unconcerned for this human reaction and
continued their inspection, crawling up over her breasts, and up to her
neck.
As they approached her face, Gen started to fight against the restraints,
her eyes staring wildly from some issue of escape, but they held fast. She
tried to close her mouth to stop the bugs from getting in, but the metal
hands prevented her from even moving her head. Finally, as one of the bugs
ventured into her mouth she pushed it out with her tongue. It landed with a
little crunch on the floor, waving its legs in the air. Instantly, the other
insects descended over the fleshy parts of her body and started to bite her
with small mandibles.
Gen screamed and struggled, but the insects kept on biting. The fallen bug
scurried back up her body, and only when it reached her mouth did the other
bugs stopped biting. Once again, the insect ventured into Gen's mouth, this
time more cautiously. She fought off the impulse to again eject the insect,
concentrating instead on the pain of the hundreds of cuts all over her body.
Moments later, the insects had finished the inspections, and they scurried
back down into their compartment in the floor and a green light flashed. The
restrains unlocked, and Gen collapsed into the floor, quietly sobbing while
her nanobots quickly cleared up the little cuts.
After a few minutes, Gen had regained her composure, put her clothes back
on, and walked out of the inspection chamber.
Navigating the insect city was virtually impossible for a human, as all of
the markers were based on the sense of smell. There were a few arrows
pointing towards the spaceport and human embassies, but that was all. So Gen
had a guide to take her to where she would meet 823-1234-223 (known more
informally as Gzeeb, by the humans). The guide was a huge beetle with horns
on its back that Gen could hold on to while it scurried through the tunnels
of the city. Parts of its body were luminescent so that Gen could see
underground without having to resort to the small but powerful light that
was in the scent amplifier. The guide could understand a fair number of
human words, and could even generate understandable sounds by rubbing its
legs together.
They arrived in front of a large hole surrounded by guard insects, with
venom dripping from their fangs.
"Is this where I can find Gzeeb?" Gen asked the guide.
"Yezzzz," came the reply.
"Thank you," she said, and then stroked its feelers; which she had been
told was their way of showing appreciation. The guide let out a fragrant
puff of pheromones, backed away and scurried into the mass of passing
insects. As she breathed in the scent, her body tingled with lust.
"I think it likes me," Gen thought as she switched on her personal light
and turned towards Greeb's palace.
As Gen approached the guards, one of them sent out its feelers to the scent
amplifier, and then turned to a smaller insect behind it. They waved feelers
at each other for a moment, and then smaller insect zipped into the palace,
while guard moved aside to let Gen pass.
All through the palace, the insects had made path for her to follow until
she came to a large room, illuminated by light insects all over the walls
and floors. At the far end of the room was a black mass with red and yellow
stripes covering its shell.
This was Greeb, and it was digesting a report from one of the more distant
colonies. A hooked claw scratched the last morsel of information from the
now empty carapace, and passed it up to the hundreds of tiny mandibles,
while another claw swept the shell away into a pile of large insect shells
on the side.
Gen had heard about the Bree's primary form of mass information exchange,
but no visual account had ever been made, so this is the first time she had
seen it.
"Well, this is it," thought Gen, "Ari had better do well on that debate,
because I don't know how many points this 21S mission is going to get our
house."
Insects that could see had turned to watch Gen as she walked towards the
hulking mass that was Greeb. Others waved their feelers, scenting her.
"I come bearing greetings to the most exalted 823-1234-223," she
announced, as she walked calmly to the huge insect, "and a message of
goodwill and cooperation between our races."
As she moved towards Greeb, arms outstretched, insects lifted her up, and
removed her boots, set her down so that she could resume her walk, and
continued to tear strips off her clothes as she progressed.
They deftly removed her gloves, scent amplifier and cap and by the time
she was close enough to touch Greeb, the young girl was totally naked.
The head leaned forward and feelers moved over her body, brushing her
skin, and sending tingling sensations all over her body. Then they stopped
in front of Gen, and accepted her gentle caresses.
A creature of Greeb's nature was perpetually curious and enjoyed receiving
messages from the aliens as it allowed for a certain degree of
experimentation. The last of those message carriers had expired too quickly,
and so Greeb had requested that his human associates provide a vessel that
was more resistant if further negotiations were to proceed.
All this information was in the briefing, and so Gen tapped her wrist,
programming her nanobots for maximum survivability. A good review from Greeb
could fetch enough points to surpass all of the others houses at the
academy.
The reading commenced.
One pair of clawed arms took hold of Gen's wrists, while another grabbed her
ankles. As they pulled her up to the waiting mandibles, spikes in the claws
began to puncture her wrists and ankles. Gen stifled a scream as the spikes
slowly penetrated muscle, and then bone, until they had completely pierced
her joints.
A puff of pheromones was ejected over Gen's body, and as she breathed it
in, she could feel lust stirring in her body. Her hips started to buck
towards the oscillating mandibles as her body was drawn ever nearer.
Slowly another arm was extended towards Gen, this one was smooth, rounded,
about the size of a table leg and covered with some insect mucus. It
approached the mouth of Gen's cunt, and began moving up and down, seeking an
entrance. Her pussy afire with lust, Gen bent her legs and pressed dripping
cunt over the probe.
"Come on you big fucking bug, fuck me," she muttered, while the probe
investigated the moist opening.
Then it began the slow journey up Gen's cunt to see how far the opening
went, all the while tiny feelers were investigating the walls of the
dripping hole.
Gen was gasping for breath. It was bigger than any cock she had ever felt,
and she wanted it. Her cunt contracted over the alien probe and her hips
bucked up and down. Then just as slowly as it had entered, the probe
withdrew, while the little girl's body shuddered with uncontrollable spasms.
Curious at the reaction to this, the alien began to thrust into the young
cunt rhythmically, but with a slowly increasing tempo.
Stubby feelers that covered the relentless shaft occasionally brushed by
Gen's clitoris, provoking an even more violent reaction. She cried out in
exquisite pleasure.
As the alien probe was drilling the helpless girl, a second dripping probe
appeared, and moved towards Gen, slightly below the first one. At the first
touch of the second probe on her tight anus, Gen tensed up, and the probe
halted for a moment. Then, sensing the anus loosening up, the probe
continued its relentless invasion of her body.
"Ah, ah, yes, fuck me up the ass, fuck me!" Gen was screaming while the
second probe started to rhythmically drill in and out of the child body.
Every thrust made her body pull against the impaling spikes that held her in
place, but the feelings of lust and ecstasy blotted out the discomfort. She
held on to the claws and, ignoring the pain, drove her body against the
penetrating probes.
Slowly, a four-fingered claw descended onto Gen's right breast, and closed
around it. The points of the claw continued to press into the breast, and
then pierced the flesh and drove into it. Gen screamed in agony until a
combination of the lust and a painkilling property of the nanobots allowed
her to overcome the burning pain.
Another four-fingered claw rose up from below, and drove into her left
buttock, sending unbearable waves of pain through Gen's mind, until once
again, the pain subsided in a cloud of lust and euphoric feeling. All the
while, the alien probes were thrusting almost mechanically up into Gen's
stretched out cunt and anus, but now the claws digging into her body were
also thrusting her small body down on to the probes.
A third probe appeared, this one long and flexible, but covered with the
insect ichor just like the other two. The tube dropped past Gen's shoulder,
wrapped around her neck, and started to contract. Gen's breath became ragged
as she tried to breath past the constriction in her neck, and then stopped
altogether when the pressure become too great.
"Oh fuck, I can't breath, I can't breath" Gen's panicked mind was telling
her. And as the oxygen starvation began to affect her body, it jerked
spasmodically and uncontrollably. Her right leg ripped out of the grasp of
the claws, tearing a gash of flesh and bone from her ankle, but the blood
flow was staunched instantly by the nanobots. Swiftly, the claw grasped Gen's
leg, this time at her thigh, once again skewering her flesh with its spike.
Gen's eyes were bulging, her head felt like it was going to burst and she
thought that she would pass out, when suddenly the grip loosened and she
sucked in great gasps of air. The nanobots continued their work at
maintaining her body, repairing burst blood vessels in her brain.
The slick tube moved from her neck, and down to her right breast, stroking
Gen's engorged nipple. At the same moment, a crablike claw encircled Gen's
thigh just above her knee, and closed shut, amputating her leg.
"Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me," was all that Gen could say, now almost
delirious with pleasure. Her cunt and anus contracted on the probes, sending
waves of pleasure that transformed the excruciating pain into ecstasy. This
conversion from pain into lust was just one of the many skills that all
girls at the academy were expected to learn, and it was serving Gen well
now.
Another claw hooked the severed leg and passed it up to the mandibles for
Greeb to digest, and the shell on its back shuddered with the interest of
the new information.
The claws on Gen's breast and buttock closed even further, and tore hunks
of flesh off her body, feeding it to the mandibles. Gen screamed in pain,
tears flowing from her eyes, her body shaking with sobs, and the unceasing
thrusting of the probes.
The claws then moved to Gen's back, and making a neat incision near the
top of her shoulder, began to tear the skin off her back, exposing muscle
and sinew. Again, Gen lurched as the pain tore through her little body, and
again the pain was transformed into lust and Gen drove her cunt against the
oozing probe.
Having satisfied its curiosity for the moment, and taking more interest in
the information, Greeb commenced to slice and ingest the girl with more
efficiency. The crablike appendage snipped off Gen's arms and then legs,
moving its anchoring claws to her shoulders and hips. The probes that were
in her cunt and ass moved inside her for one final thrust, this time moving
up right into her chest cavity, and then moved away from each other, ripping
her body in two.
During this ordeal, the nanobots, maximizing their efforts to maintain
life, were sustaining Gen's brain as she watched with horror her body being
ripped in two and devoured by hundreds of mandibles.
Finally, her head was brought to the slicing crab claw, crushed in two by
the powerful grip, and consumed.
Back at the academy, the debate had gone badly, and after it was over, Ari
requested permission to see the director.
"Come in, come in Ari." The director welcomed the girl into his office.
"And what can I do for you today?" he asked brightly.
"I wanted to know how we were doing in points, sir."
"Well, after Gen-3374's mission you were doing pretty well, but house
Gamma surprised us all with that last debate, and now it looks like you're
going to loose this year."
"Sir, I take full responsibility for this failure. Are there any missions
that I can do that could give us enough points to win this year?"
The director thought about it for a moment.
"Well, there is one that might do the trick," he said, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. "There is a minor addendum for the message that Gen had sent
in her 21S mission. I was going to wait until I had a fuller report, but if
you would like to, you can do it now."
"Yes Sir!" she replied, saluting.
The director, tapped his consol, and a small box appeared on the desk.
"There's the mission. Do you have any questions?"
"No sir" she answered, saluted again, about faced and walked out of the
office, waving at the receptionist as she passed by.
"Ah, kids today, what a delight," the director murmured to himself as he
watched Ari's thin figure skip out the door, her chiton flowing in the
breeze.
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