Alice chooses to be a sex slave for an alien as punishment for her crimes…
aliens on earth that provide free, green electricity in return for sex. They are rough and dominant so gov couldn’t get enough volunteers so made it an optional punishment instead of prison for young felons. Girl takes fall for abusive bf, chooses five, week-long alien sessions over a five-year prison sentence. Aliens are telepathic, but only if humans let them in, she reluctantly does, and when he sees she is innocent he is supposed to release her and tell the authorities, but when she begs him and offers herself up, he does not tell them as long as she changes her sentence so she does all of her sessions in succession.
He fucks all her holes, teaching her how, using his telepathy to negate her fears.
Aliens live in pods that allow them to survive on the earth, they are humanoid, with pale grey skin, muscled bodies and white eyes with crescent-shaped irises. pods have tentacles that they are connected to. They have large enough cocks, about 10″ long and 2″ wide. It takes much longer for them to climax than human males, at least an hour, usually a few of constant stimulation. They enjoy hurting their partners, as well as typical domination, needing it to find release. When they cum they spurt a few ropes of white liquid which tastes amazing to anyone who consumes it. They do not procreate through sex, they do so through cloning on their home planet. They need sex to focus and because they enjoy it. There are no females on their planet, so they seek out other civilisations and take sex slaves in return for giving power and using their mind control to change their thoughts. They recharge in a few minutes maximum and are ready to go again.
They use human inventions all the time, they often wear clothes, use sex toys and pain implements.
Though they need to hurt and dominate their partner to climax, they also usually want them to cum as well, controlling it.
They are all male-esque with large cocks, masculine figures and voices, but they will have sex with male and female humans.
While she is with him, he tells the authorities about her boyfriend, so he is taken into custody and is incarcerated by the time she leaves. She is distraught, and through the telepathic bond, the alien brings her back and offers to take her away to his own planet. She is reluctant and doesn’t want to but he does so anyway, showing her how much better his planet is and eventually she gives in to him and agrees to stay as his slave.
“Ms Donovan, you have been found guilty of manslaughter, you are sentenced to five years in a minimum-security facility. Take her away.”
“Wait,” she called, panic rising. “I call the right of Ankrix. I ask for an Ankrix sentence.”
She was almost hyperventilating by this time, not believing she was really asking for this. Not believing that she was standing in a courtroom, convicted of killing a man and begging to have her mind and body destroyed by alien monsters.
The judge raised an eyebrow. “For a sentence this severe you would be serving multiple sessions in an Ankrix facility, are you sure you want to call this?”
She looked over at her lawyer and he nodded gravely. This was her best shot. An Ankrix sentence meant she would be out within the year and her record would remain clean. Yes, she’d be tortured for a few months and have her thoughts scrambled but it’d be better than rotting in prison for five years. Especially since she was convicted of killing a mafia man. She’d never survive.
She glanced back at her boyfriend, Marc, sitting in the rows. He looked mad. Really mad. Why? She didn’t understand. She thought he’d have been happy that she would be out sooner. Maybe he was just angry that someone else would fuck me, even if it wasn’t human. Too late to turn back now.
“I- I want an Ankrix sentence,” she said, her voice unsteady. The judge nodded and looked down at her papers. “For this kind of crime, Seven months, 30 increased sessions with a high Ankrix.”
She gulped, horrified. A high Ankrix was more powerful, more wanting, and much harder on his slaves. Increased sessions meant 5 days out of a week. Then two days rest, when you can have visitors. 30 times. That would be her life for 7 months, right up to her birthday. She would spend her 19th birthday as a sex slave to an alien. She almost wanted to object, choose the prison sentence. But then she’d spend her next four birthdays in prison.
The guards came up and cuffed her hands again, leading her down the aisle to the door of the courtroom. She glanced over at Marc again, but he wasn’t glaring at her anymore, he looked like he was cursing like he was nervous. She dismissed the fears of why from her mind and focused on strengthening her resolve, on preparing herself for the horror to come.
The ride from the courtroom to the facility was short and silent, sitting in the back of the police van with four others. They arrived and the five filed out, silently and walked into the extravagant building. They lined up with about a dozen others, being led to a long corridor.
“Donovan. Alice,” called the guard, and she fearfully raised her hand.
The guard beckoned her forward and opened one of the doors, gesturing her inside. She walked in, unsure of what was happening. The guard closed and locked the door then told her to stick her hands through the gap. She did and the cuffs were removed. Then the gap was shut and she was left alone in the room. Or so she thought.
She turned slowly to look at the room she was now in. There was a small bed in one corner, with shelves above it, and a small bathroom through a small archway. But she knew this wasn’t her cell. The walls seemed to be covered in grey vines, snaking a twisting around. The ceiling had various hooks and rings, and there was a table off to one side of the room.
She didn’t notice him until his head cocked to the side. He sat in a chair in one corner, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, regarding him. He was handsome though, she hadn’t expected that. He looked like a model with a chiselled face and abs like a superhero. His hair was short and pitch black, a stark contrast to his pale grey skin and white eyes. They were creepy, purely white with crescent moon pupils. She started to panic and back up toward the door, her breathing quickening.
He gave her a quizzical look and stood. God, he was so tall. He towered over her and he was standing at the other end of the room. He must have been at least 6’4. Alice was small, only 5’2 and she felt even smaller and he strode over to her. She whimpered and closed her eyes as he approached until he placed a gentle finger on her chin and pulled her to face him.
“Look at me Alice,” he said softly, his voice rich and deep.
She hesitantly opened her eyes, looking up into his creepy eyes.
“You don’t look like a killer, but then, they never do,” he said with a chuckle and Alice flinched away from him.
He stepped away from her, looking her up and down.
“Go to the centre of the room,” he told her and she didn’t move.
“You’re going to be here a long time Alice, do you really want to start off by disobeying me?”
She gulped and shook her head, stepping into the middle of the room.
“Good girl,” he said as he began to circle her taking her in. There wasnt much of her to take in though, with her petite stature, B cup breasts and little round ass, but the man, no, the alien licked his lips as he drank her in.
“Alice Donovan, 18 years old, convicted of manslaughter. 30 session sentence. I’m going to have some fun with you.”
He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she shivered.
He leaned into her ear. “Are you going to let me in, or are we going to have some fun first,” he whispered.
She gasped, shuddering under his touch.
His fingers found their way to her temples as his other hand wrapped around her throat. She immediately felt him probing her mind, his presence surrounding thoughts, looking for a way in.
She tried to push him out, but he persisted. “Let me in Alice, I can take all that fear away. Show me what happened, let me make it right.”
Still, she fought him, terrified to let him in.
He loosened his hold on her. “Ok, we can try again later. But if you won’t let me in your mind, you’ll have to let me into your body.”
She froze up, shutting her eyes tight as his hands roamed down her body.
“Take off your clothes,” he told her, stepping back.
A tear fell down her cheek as her shaky hands came up and started trying to undo the buttons on her top. On her fourth try, he stepped back up to her, wiping the tear from her cheek. She felt smooth tendrils wrap around her trembling arms and pull them away from her top. She started to try and pull them back, but he placed his hand on her pulling shoulder.
“Let me,” he said softly, as he began to undo the buttons on her top, one by one. When the shirt fell open he pushed it off her shoulders and the tendrils pulled it down her arms, wrapping tightly around her arms again. He knelt down and undid the button on her jeans, pulling them down so she could step out of them. Tears were flowing freely down cheeks now as he undid her bra and it was pulled from her arms, joining her clothes on the floor. He finally slowly pulled her panties down her legs, leaving her naked in the room. A tentacle came down, carefully folding the clothes and placing them on the shelves.
“What do you know about us?” he asked her, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Y-your aliens,y-you can create electricity and control us. Y-you get into our h-heads and change our th-thoughts. You treat us as sex slaves, you like to hurt us,” she said.
“Close,” he said, running his fingers down the smooth skin of her arms. “Yes, we aren’t from earth, and we create energy that you humans crave so desperately. But we don’t control you. If you let us into your minds, we can alter your thoughts, your emotions. We make a violent man peaceful, a zealot passive, a scared girl confident,” he said the last one into her ear. “We use your bodies because we want to because that is the price for our help sorting things out in your heads. We like to hurt you because we need to so we can, as you humans call it, cum. We need to dominate, control, to find release.” His hand found its way around her throat again.
“You’re going to hurt me aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, matter of factly, his grip tightening on her neck. “But you’re going to love it.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Are you a virgin Alice?”
“Y-yes. I wanted to wait until I was older.”
“I may not be in your mind yet, but I can still tell when you’re lying. Why haven’t you let your boyfriend fuck you yet, really?”
She gulped, reminding herself that nobody would ever know what she told him. “I’m scared,” she said, almost in a whisper.
“Of what,” he asked, planting a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
“Him,” she said, terrified that he would somehow hear her. That he would somehow know what she said.
“Well, he’s not here, are you afraid of me?”
“Yes.”
“I can make it go away. All that fear, gone. All that guilt, disappearing. Just let me in.”
“No, please.”
“Ok,” he kissed her again, leaving a trail down her shoulder. “How about I show you what it’s like to fuck.”
“Ok,” she said quietly.
“Good girl, spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, and more tentacles came down, wrapping around her knees and lifting them up. He let go of her throat and the tentacles lowered her to the ground, holding her legs open and her arms above her head, stopping her from moving.
“You’re not allowed to cum without permission, got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said as he started to kiss a trail up her thighs, finally reaching her pussy and licking up and down, slowly. She moaned allowed when he flicked over her clit. He worked her, his tongue doing circles around her clit and his finger circling her asshole, making her clench deliciously. When she was suitably wet, he stood and pulled off his trousers, revealing his cock. Alice gasped, a horrified look forming on her face as she stared at it. It was at least 10″ long and 2″ wide, hanging between his sculpted thighs.
“It won’t fit,” she said, starting to panic again.
“Yes it will, he said reassuringly, rubbing her thighs. “But it won’t feel good. But this is supposed to be a punishment, you did kill someone.”
“In self-defence,” she protest breathlessly as his fingers began rubbing her clit again.
“Do you think that means you don’t have to be punished? You think you should walk away scot-free when a man is dead.”
The tears began flowing again, and she slowly shook her head.
“You understand, now. So you take it well, and maybe I’ll be nicer doing your ass.”
She put her head back on the floor and gripped the tentacles holding her as the head brushed up and down her lips.
He pushed forward, stretching her around his girth.