Research on Planet Prak
Part I: The Research Begins
Natatha wasn’t getting along with the rest of the crew of the trading frigate in orbit around Prak. If it was about 27,000 years ago, people would have called Natatha a bitch. An exceptionally beautiful woman of 23 standards old, she could attract any man she wanted often away from other women. She would then become bored and get rid of that man, usually choosing another taken man just to spite some woman adversary of hers, and she considered all women her adversaries. There was considerable grumbling among all the women and even the men of the crew. The captain in particular considered Natatha a liability and was musing on all his options. This run was expected to be exceptionally profitable. The cargo that was being unloaded in orbit had garnered a high price receiving trade goods of which the captain knew of a prime market less than a thousand light years away. The crew shared all the profits with the captain getting one extra share and appropriating all funds necessary to keep the ship running. All books were open for the crew to examine at all times. Captains that cheated their crew ended up breathing vacuum.
The shuttle was descending with most of the crew for a little R & R. None of the crew had been to this planet before or ever seen one of the Prakri except in holos. The temperate zone they were landing in had the highest population density, but it was brutally hot at about 40°C (104°F). However, the climate was dry and the atmosphere was an oxygen nitrogen mix that humans could breathe with safety. Most places they went, if they wanted to explore, it required environmental suits. Of the more than a 2000 plus sentient species humans had encountered since they ventured into the stars, only about a third lived in environments humans could tolerate. Besides breathing the same gases, the Prakri had a many physiological similarities to humans. Their response to ethanol was the same, so the crew did what crews of ships of humans have done since humans had ships, they went to a bar.
The bar contained mostly Prakri, but the crew spotted three other species only one of which they recognized. The crew was fascinated looking at the Prakri. The 3-D holos they viewed on board didn’t do them justice. They were the most ferocious looking species they had ever seen. Most obligate carnivores don’t rise as far as space travel; they wipe themselves out in wars upon becoming sentient well prior such technological advances. They were bipedal beings with two clawed upper appendages. Two limbs for walking and two limbs for grasping is the same as humans, however very few other similarities to humans were present with one notable exception. They were 2.5 meters tall on average towering over the humans. Their sharp pointed teeth were 3 to 6 centimeters long, and their hairless skin was a pinkish purple striated with blue. They wore no clothing. Continuously since the humans had arrived, inebriated males approached females turning a bright red on their chest and head. What had to be a penis would unsheathe from their bodies, and the male and female would trade blows for several minutes often drawing a strange looking blue blood. The penis was remarkably human looking except for the slight raised ridges along its length. The human women would cringe seeing it, and then laugh and joke with each other about the possibilities, while the men felt a little envious. Sometimes the Prakri pair would turn and walk away from each other while the male’s red color would fade, and his penis would disappear back into his body. Sometimes they would leave together in a hurry obviously needing a room. The crew couldn’t figure out what about the hitting of each other triggered which response.
The crew found a hotel to stay in for the 3 local days the unloading and loading would take. The Prakri day was just over 40 standard hours, so the crew were up at various times of the day or night usually getting as drunk as possible and sampling some of local food that was cleared for humans. On the last day the captain was sitting across from Natatha as she was lurching back and forth drunk, and he spoke, “I have solved the problem aboard ship, and we will profit well from it. Too bad you won’t see any of that money.”
Natatha slurred back, “Wa da fuck da zat mean?” Natatha swayed back and forth a few more times then slumped over unconscious. The captain dumped her drink out on the floor to make sure no other being was exposed to the drug he put in it.
Natatha woke with a severe hangover and tried to move. Waking more fully now, she realized she was restrained. Opening her eyes and looking around, she saw one of the Prakri observing her. Natatha looked down and saw she was naked and shouted, “Where the fuck are my clothes.”
The Prak spoke without a translator, “You don’t need any of that cloth you were wearing when you were brought here. The temperature by your scale is 31°C (88°F). My studies indicate this temperature is well within your comfort zone and perhaps a little warm for your species, although it is slightly cool for the comfort of my species. You should not be cold, but if you feel uncomfortable without the clothing, I will return it to you, but I was not careful in removing it. I think it is damaged.
“What the fuck is going on?” demanded Natatha.
“You are going to help me with my research,” stated the Prak.
“What fucking research?”
“Your use of human profanity is noted. I have advanced degrees in Alien Sociology and Alien Physiology. I specialize in a few alien species including humans.”
“Who the fuck are you calling an alien?”
“This is my planet,” responded the Prak. “We Prakri live here. You are from somewhere else.”
“What the fuck are you going to do with your high and mighty degrees in whatever the fuck they are?”
The Prak observe her for a few seconds and spoke, “Interesting that you keep using the human profane word of ‘Fuck’. My current research is on human sexuality. I have come to the point in my research where I need first-hand knowledge of human sexual practices.”
Dropping her voice considerably and changing her tone, Natatha asked, “What are you going to do to me?”
The Prak responded, “I now see you have stopped the use of the profanity. This and the change in your voice is noted. I think it is time for the first experiment.”
Natatha was secured on a table waist high for the Prak. The Prak keyed something on a panel with his claw, and a portion of the table where her legs were secured split and began moving apart spreading her legs slowly as the two parts of the table moved. The Prak walked between her legs as they got wide enough. He was really close, and Natatha was terrified. She watched as his chest and head turned bright red and suddenly his penis unsheathed inches from her bare vagina. Natatha opened her mouth and began screaming.
The Prak spoke, “That is a very irritating noise you are making. It is interfering with the audio of my recording devices, not to mention the irritation to my hearing orifice.” He reached to the side table and picked up an adhesive patch and covered her mouth turning her screams into a muffled moaning. The Prak spoke, “I do not know what you are so disturbed about. I have done extensive research. I know that my phallus is within human parameters; certainly at the highest end of human parameters, but at least 1 out of a billion human males have a phallus this size. I made sure our genitalia would be potentially compatible prior to embarking on this research. I certainly wouldn’t have spent nearly all my grant stipend on you without some confidence of success.”
Natatha raised her head to watch in both terror and a strange fascination. After unsheathing it began a slow rise as it became erect until it was level with her body. He rubbed the tip of it around for a few seconds on the outside of her vagina until she saw a green slime spatter her, and she turned away in disgust hoping that was it. “That is what you humans would call pre-cum and will lubricate my entry,” the Prak informed her. The large being moved forward pushing the tip just inside her working her labial lips aside. He was watching her carefully and the mobile recording devices lowered to focus on the activity and her face. He pushed slowly and relentlessly into her stretching the walls of her vagina well beyond anything they had previously endured. Natatha’s eyes rolled back into her head, her back arched as much as her restraints would allow, and she tried again to scream through the adhesive gag. She felt the alien push it to her cervix and continue to press it very far in collapsing her womb. “That seems to be the extent of my entry without causing permanent damage.” The Prak and his recording devices noted how much of his phallus was inside her.
The large being began moving inside her. The ridges on his penis were abrading her clitoris severely. Natatha was sure that she was being permanently damaged, despite what the toothy being had been saying. The pain was incredible. The being’s use of her and his movements were exactly as a human male, but he was so huge and those ridges felt like sandpaper. His clawed hands reached out to her breasts and began squeezing them, and he spoke while still moving inside her, “I was convinced of paying the high price primarily because of your secondary sexual characteristics. From all the holos I’ve observed and my reading, I know large mammary glands accompanied by a thin waist and with your clear symmetrical facial features are indicative of what is considered attractive in your species. I was sure only an attractive female would serve in my research.” Natatha wanted to look away from that horror show of a face above her, but somehow couldn’t look away as he continued to move inside her pushing her cervix back with each thrust. She could feel his claws piercing the skin of her breasts drawing a few beads of red blood. The being’s hands left her breasts and grabbed her hips gripping her hard as his pace quickened. Natatha thought she would go deaf as the huge alien threw back his head and roared at the same time she felt fluid gushing inside her.
He withdrew very slowly seemingly taking forever before it was all out of her. This was followed by a slow oozing of liquid dripping from her vagina down both legs. He touched a panel, and all her restraints disappeared into the table. The Prak moved her legs off the table, and lifted her off the table to her feet, while she watched his penis disappear into its sheath. When her feet hit the floor, she felt a huge gush of the being’s ejaculation slowly oozing down both legs. The Prak held her steady, otherwise she would have collapsed to the ground. The liquid still oozing out of her was bright green and had the consistency of syrup, far more viscous that human semen. The being led her unsteady over to a cleaning station and began cleaning his hideous semen from her body. “That experiment went very well. I will have much good data to process.”
He gave her clothes back to her. Natatha picked the panties out of the mess her clothes were in. The alien had to steady her as she put them on. She pulled her pants on, but they were ripped from the waist to the crotch and wouldn’t stay on her hips. Her top was completely torn apart. She put it on, but it didn’t cover either breast. Standing by herself now but swaying a bit, she spoke to the Prak, “You can’t buy a sentient being. It is illegal.”
“It’s not illegal here, when the one selling is in a superior role to the one being sold as your captain was to you,” said the Prak. The Prak became fascinated by what happened next as he stared at her bare breasts an anatomical feature the Prakri lacked. He had planned only one experiment today, but he felt the redness of arousal again.
Natatha turned and tried to run when the alien’s penis sprang out of its sheath for the second time, but he threw her to the ground on her stomach. With a rip of cloth he tore the shredded top off her body, and then simultaneously yanked both her panties and pants back off her speaking, “I think I like you naked better.” His phallus shot some more of the green lubricant on her crotch and he hilted her immediately to her screams. As he thrust continuously into her without any of his previous caution, he wondered why her screams sounded like music now, when they bothered him so much before. He roared even louder this time as he released his gelatinous seed deep inside her. He stood up as Natatha trembled with spastic motions beneath him. The Prak spoke once more before she lost consciousness, “I hope you don’t expire prematurely. You were very expensive.”