STORY CODES: Science-fiction. Femdom, many females all raping the same young boy. F+/b. 
All are strange alien creatures: there are no humans involved in this story.

BLUE  CUBE
by Senior Superstud

	He knew nothing of his origins; he knew nothing of whom or what he was.  Neither did he know his name if he had any. He had never met another of his kind if there were any. He did not know how long he had simply drifted in space devouring pieces of matter when he found any and either drifting aimlessly through deep space or occasionally steering towards edible matter such as a solid planet or an asteroid or a dead star. 

	  All he knew about himself was that he was a blue-tinted cube. He had six surfaces, each of equal size, and each surface was fairly smooth with a slight protrusion in the centre of each surface.  As far back as he could remember, he always had been entirely alone. Little did he realise that that was about to change. 

	In the far reaches of space, still many millions of light-years away, he caught a glimpse of other beings, not exactly like himself but not entirely different either.  He didn't really know how he detected them for he had no eyes, but he was certainly aware of his surroundings even at such vast distances for he had excellent radar. Out of a combination of boredom and curiosity, he slowly changed direction and steered himself towards these other beings. The concepts of friends or enemies were entirely unknown to him, so he did not even consider the question of whether these other creatures could possibly be any danger to him. 

	Many millions of years later, he found himself getting close to these other beings but he did not pause to consider whether he was doing the right thing by continuing to head towards them.  And for the first time, unknown to him, they had detected his presence and were moving towards him.  After several more thousands of years passed, he found that they were no longer merely ahead of him but had spread out and that some were now behind him making any retreat impossible.  In fact, he was completely surrounded by them in all dimensions of space.  They were not very like him at all. They were not blue but more like the colour of rust. And their shapes were different. They were not cubes, they were more like elongated spheroids. And they were slightly smaller than he was. The distances between them grew less and less. For the first time, he wondered whether he had done the right thing by coming in this direction, but it was too late now, for he was well and truly surrounded. 

	They got closer and closer. Then they got near enough to actually touch him. Some of them brushed against him. Then one of them, grabbed the protrusion from one of his six surfaces, and he suddenly realised that the protrusion had got bigger. While he tried to shake off the first attacker, five other creatures grabbed his five other protrusions, and he very quickly found that all six of his protrusions had been captured, each by one of the attackers. His protrusions were not merely being held but were actually being forced into the bodies of his attackers. For the first time, he noticed that each of these strange creatures had a hole at the longer end of her body, and it was in these holes that his protrusions had become trapped.  Six of these strange creatures each had one of his protrusions inside her.  And each of the six was squeezing a protrusion whilst at the same time wriggling and squirming with delight.  The other creatures meanwhile seemed to radiate a slight sense of jealousy but they did not interfere, they simply closely observed every detail of what was going on. 

	The enormous pressure on his protrusions was getting too much and he desperately tried to escape.  He tried to retract them, to bring them back to normal size, but he could not do so.  He tried to dislodge the creatures who had him trapped by waving his protrusions about, but this only had the effect of increasing the level of pleasure being felt by his attackers, and they gripped his protrusions even more tightly. Then suddenly they started flinging him about wildly, tossing him this way and that but without any relaxation of their grips on his protrusions. The entire length of each of his six protrusions was completely inside each of his six attackers. There was just no way he could escape. 

	After a while, he detected that his attackers were reaching a crescendo of pleasure, and at the same time he felt as if his own body was being torn apart. This went on for quite a long time, then suddenly he felt as if his entire body was exploding.  He felt a surge of some strange liquid substance rush down each of his six protrusions, and the liquid was expelled from his body through the tiny hole at the end of each protrusion.  But the liquid expelled from his body had to go somewhere and it went right into the bodies of his six captors, who immediately went into convulsive fits when they felt the liquid from his body enter their bodies.  The liquid came out of his body in short explosive spurts. Each spurt resulted in another convulsive spasm of pleasure on the part of his captors. 

	After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually felt his protrusions being released by six very happy creatures who radiated a sense of gratitude and contentment. Escape was the one thought in his mind at that stage; he hated the idea of having been trapped by these strange creatures. Very definitely escape was what he had to do. But the creatures had other ideas. As the first six creatures released him, another six took their places and he very quickly found his protrusions trapped again. He moaned silently complaining that no sooner had the first six elongated spheroids released him than another six got him trapped.  So he very quickly learned that escape was impossible. The space around him was thick with these creatures all eagerly anticipating the time when it would be their turn.  The second set of six creatures had his protrusions completely inside them and they were doing exactly what the first six had done. 

	He tried to calculate how long he would be trapped if all the creatures wanted a turn, but he gave up in despair. There were so many he couldn't even count them, for this entire sector of space was thick with them. Meanwhile, the second set of six started radiating pleasure and happiness from the delight of getting the young cube's protrusions inside them.   

        Cubes were so rare that the elongated spheroids had only heard about them, they had never actually met one before. But they clearly remembered that many billions of years ago their mothers had told them about cubes, and about what they should do if they were ever lucky enough to find one. They turned lovingly towards the cube they had captured. And they were absolutely determined that this beautiful young cube-cub would never escape. 
