Sxenomorphs
„So what's our objective here? I just don't get it.", asked the new liaison officer Tom Bradling. The scientist absent-mindly pressed a few buttons on the console and then turned around to finally answer the newcomers question.
„Well our main objective hasn't changed over the last years, but we realized that taming and domesticating these creatures doesn't work with conventional means. Sadly it took us this long to finally come to that conclusion.", the leading science officer Sara Tomak answered.
Tom looked at the scientist incredulous and then turned his gaze to the transparent window. Behind the thin barrier was an alien life form. Most predatorous and lethal – a xenomorph. This was all within the job description, but what really took him by surprise were the restraints. Well it wasn't the fact that the beast was restrained, that was a given, but the way it was restrained.
"For newcomers this is always a surprise and it was for me to, but it works prefectly.", the scientist interrupted his thoughts.
"After we realized that electric shocks, cold shocks and other violent measures didn't help us tame the xenomorphs, we turned to a last resort in our despair – after all our founding were to be cut and the programme shut down.", she continued.
"And that's working? It's just seems… perverse.", Tom probed furthers. The scientist grinned and nodded.
"It works perfectly.", she non-verbally signaled Tom to look at the captive xenomorph behind the screen.
"We have secured them with handcuffs that are attached to the wall. Same for the feet. They are pretty much unable to move as you can see, but sadly the past had shown that this arrangement alone isn't reliable enough.", the scientist refered to a few incidents in the past.
"So we found additional way to restrain them.", she grinned mischievious.
"I can see that, Miss Tomak.", deadpanned Tom in an incredulous tone. Nontheless the scientist continued proudly with explaining the restraints configurations.
"Additionally to these conventional restrains we have introduced some more exotic ways to keep these creatures tame. First of all they are bend over and their legs spread wide. This allows the two insertions to go as deep as possible. For the vaginal opening we are using a 28cm long and 5cm thick… dildo. For the anal restraint we have penetrated them with a 37cm butt plug that got a huge 15cm at the thickest point.", she explained with a hint of pride.
Before Tom could interrupt her, the scientist continued with her explanation.
"Of course we filled every orifice and that includes the oral one. And if I may say so, I am proud to say that we did a real good job in that. That oral restraint is a real beauty. You see the xenomorph got an inner mouth and we had to fix the inner mouth, so it stayed extended. After we did that we went on to dilate it with various sizes and learned that the best way to do it was a very long and thick flexible dildo. I am speaking about 59cm of hardened-silicone with a thickness of 8 cm forced into this small mouth. This was a real hassle, that you can believe me. So much lube and saliva involved. With the dildo fixed permanently on the inner mouth with a harness it can't withdraw it's inner mouth. As you can see the xenomorph hasn't got any nose, so all the air intake happens through that inner mouth. The dildo itself is hollow, so the xenomorph can draw a minimal amount of air and be fed through this tube relatively easy."
"That doesn't explain the tube on its groin area. What is that about?", Tom inquired further about the strange apparatus that was fixed just a few centimeter above the vagina.
"Oh that. I almost forgot! Yeah you first have to understand their diet before I can further elaborate about that particular anatomical feature."
Tom just raised his eyebrows and signaled her to go on.
"Well… It's even embarrassing for me to explain this one… Well, we feed it exclusively with… seeds… male seeds… human male seeds.", she fidged around the answer.
"What the fuck? You are feeding these creature cum? I hope you have a very good explanation for that.", Tom was outraged by this new revelation. The scientist remained calm and proceeded.
"Actually there are a few good reasons for that. We aren't perverts here, Miss Bradling. We are scientists and we do what works – regardless of moral outrage by fellow humans."
Tom waited for the explanation.
"Well, human cum, as you called it, helps them to stay docile. We don't know yet why they behave that way, but we know they do and that's all we need right now. Also I should mention that they don't accept it any way. Their nourishment must be… fresh. They don't accept sperm from cyro tubes, but only from its source… warm and everything."
Now Tom was totally shocked.
"You are telling me that they only accept you cumming into their mouths directly? That's just ludicrous. You can't expect me to believe that!", Tom shouted at her, but the scientist just reamined calm as if she had had that conversation numerous times before.
"Then maybe this will convince you.", she showed him footage from a few hours ago and Tom finally began to realize the kind of installation he was transferred to.
"This is..."
"… not even the worst, I fear. Welcome to Installation Xenomorph, Mr. Bradling. But the boys here rather call it Installation Sexomorph – for obvious reasons. I think you will enjoy your post here."
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Tom and Sarah took their conversation to the canteen.
"So you never answered me about that tube to the aliens groin.", Tom reminded his newfound partner. Sarah just grinned.
"Well as you already know, we feed them cum. It's the only thing they are willing to take. Don't ask me why. Anyway these diet had some unforseen, but not unwelcome physiological side effects. You see, all our specimen are female and due to the constant testerone intake, they all developed… male genitals."
Tom thought nothing would surprise him now, but Sarahs new revelation achieved exactly that.
"So these tubes...", Tom tried to form a sentence.
"Yes they are extraction tubes, constantly stimulating their female cocks through suction and vibration. The fluids they emit is actually the stuff of wonders. Cancer, AIDS, etc. We got some promising results concerning a lot of illnesses. This could be a game changer.", she proclaimed proudly.
"So they are glorified fleshlights?", Tom inquired further.
"It's not that simple. It's a flesh light, but there is also an inner tube penetrating the cocks urethra and extracting the semen fluids directly from the balls. They are about as thick as a thumb and pretty long."
"Considering the size of these "fleshlights" their appendixes must be...", Tom wondered aloud.
"Curious, ain't you. But yes, they are pretty well-hung compared to humans. The average wields at 35 cm. A little bit over a foot, but not as thick as you would imagine. Which makes the thumb-thick sounding tube even worse.", Sarken chuckled at Tom.
"How much of this fluid do they produce then? Can we synthesize it on our own?", Tom asked in a professional manner.
"This depends...", Sarken answered vaguely.
"On what… I already dread the answer.", Tom inquired.
"On the stimulation of their prostata. When it's milking time, we exchange the buttplug with anal beads that are penetrating their anus though hydraulic powers. Every bead is about 8cm in diameter and about 4 beads are penetrated in one thrust – in and out. So a total length of 32cm. We experimented a lot with the speed, but 60 thrusts in a minute seem to do the thing."
"60?! Thats one thrust in a second! 32cm of depth. That is torture. How do they even survive this."
"Based on their release, they don't seem to dislike it too much, even though their cries are agonizing. If out of pure ecstacy or pain is still a matter of discussion. Not that it makes a difference to us."
"I bet. So how much do they release?"
"We milk them about 5 times a day. Every time they release about 620ml of goo cum. Yeah, we call it that. Not the scientific expression of course.", said the scientist as she continued.
"I can see that you are interested in this aspect of their physiology.", Sarah teased the liasian officer. She had read the man's files and got the information that this particular officer swinged both ways – with an emphasy on cocks. No wonder he is so interested in the xenomorphs male genitalias. An idea rose in her mind.
"How about we visit one of them, so I can show you exactly how we work?", Sarah offered Tom. Tom was visibly interested but took a moment to finally take up the offer.
A few minutes later they arrived in the chamber. Tom wasn't too anxious about the alien, but what the scientist had in mind. The way she offered him to show her work, gave him the chills.
The alien was restrained and didn't seem to care for their presence.
"You can touch the skin. It's pretty nice.", she offered him. Tom extended his hand and went for it. The black skin was rather silky and smooth, like well-aged leather.
"Well, Mr. Bradling let's examine more of its bodies. Shall we beginn with the femcock?", she could see Toms excitement. This was exactly where she wanted him. He would do well.
He gulped and nodded.
Sarah went to the fleshlight and pressed a few buttons and released some metal straps until the device went off with a pull. Tom's eyes widened. He saw as the scientist pulled off the fleshlight and the sounding tube along. It was over half a meter long. As the sounding tube left the urethra he admired what he saw next. The cock itself was massive. Over a foot long and a little thicker than a human cock. He would never have admitted it openly, but it locked beautiful and he imagined how it would feel in his thro-….
"Are you okay, Mr. Bradling? You seem.. entranced."
"Yes, I'm okay. So what's next?", he gulped and tried to say professionaly. Sarah would have nothing of it.
"That depends on you, Mr. Bradling. What do you WANT to happen next?, she teased him with a grin. Tom gulped and locked at the semi-erect alien monster cock and to his shame instinctively slid his tongue over his lips. Sarah grinned. Tom felt as she had caught him doing something forbidden.
"The cameras are off. Noone else is monitoring. We are all alone. Consider me just part of the furniture. You and this specimen. You are all alone...", she assured him.
"W-what do you mean…?", he stuttered.
"You KNOW what I mean. You may not be given another chance, Mr. Bradling. You decide what to do next. Not me. Not the alien. Noone, but you is going to decide what happens next.", she told him in a dominant tone. Her grin now wider than before.
He had made his choice. He felt weak for not overcoming his lust, but he just had to try. This may be the last chance. So he turned to the xenomorph and went on his knees.