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.”

Part III:  The Visiting Scientist

Natatha restrained on her stomach, and knowing something new was going to happen to her, was filled with dread.  She had expected the table to split spreading her legs and for him to take her from behind as he had many times already.  Something different was going on.  The Prak was standing beside her holding a long cylindrical device about the diameter of her finger.  “What are you going to do?” she asked looking over at him.  “I need to take some measurements,” he said as he began smearing something on her anus.  “Please no, not there,” begged Natatha.  She felt him insert in device in her anus, she grunted as he pushed it in.  It slid in easily.  It felt strangely warm like it had been outside in the intense heat of this planet.  The Prak’s penis also felt very warm when he used it on her; Prakri had a higher body temperature than humans she suspected.

Natatha moaned as she felt the device growing in her ass.  She could feel it getting bigger by slowly increasing in diameter.  First it started getting uncomfortable, and then it was painful.  As the pain was increasing with the size of the device, she begged the Prak, “Please take it out.  It’s hurting me.  Why are you doing this?”  The Prak responded, “Isn’t it obvious?  If I tried to penetrate your rectum with my phallus now, it would most likely damage you severely possibly leading to your expiration.  I will use this device to prepare your anus and rectum for phallus penetration.  It will take measurements to inform me when you are ready for the anal series of experiments.”  Natatha’s moans of pain turned into a squeal of increasing volume as the device stretched her to the breaking point.  She could feel it stop and hold her wide open for several minutes before contracting and then expanding again.  Eventually, the Prak removed it.  The insertion of the device became a twice daily ritual after that.  Although Natatha couldn’t tell as the pain was always the same, each time the device was inserted in her anus, it would grow just a hair bigger in diameter.

Natatha now knew that in the first few days, the Prak had been taking it easy on her.  Now he was forcing his penis in her mouth and down her throat two or three times a day.  He insisted she demonstrate increasing oral skills.  Although he gave her pills that he said were vitamins, minerals and other nutritional supplements required for human survival, he no longer fed her any real food.  Natatha’s only source of nourishment came from swallowing the Prak’s seminal fluid, that disgusting green gelatinous goo that would pour out of him into her mouth and then into her stomach as she sucked on his huge penis and worked him with her hands.

It wasn’t only her mouth that was getting used.  He now penetrated her vagina at least three to four times a day.  Her body had slowly adjusted to his size somewhat, but it still hurt when he fucked her with his monstrous penis with those abrasive ridges on it.  Because he had stopped feeding her, she was always hungry.  To her own disgust she had begun catching what seminal fluid she could with her hands as it leaked out of her vagina, and then slurp the viscous green slime down.  It had a retched foul taste that she would never get used to, but she no longer heaved as she swallowed it down.  To her further humiliation, his floating recording devices would get close-ups of her slurping down his seminal fluid.  She knew these recordings would be seen by other beings.  She begged for other food, but he refused saying she was receiving the exact nutrition she needed and any additional food would cause an undesirable weight gain.  She could not believe she was subsisting almost entirely on the semen of an alien.

Natatha’s occasional disobedience was dealt with using the pain stimulator.  She had experienced it up to setting three.  Knowing there were seven higher settings, she barely hesitated now when the Prak gave her orders regardless of how disgusting were the acts in which he made her participate.

The Prak had apparently been watching more human pornography, because today he was doing something different.  He made her lie on her back on the floor.  He straddled her body and knelt down sitting on but not putting his full weight on her legs.  Turning red with arousal his penis unsheathed and shot the green lubricant between her breasts.  He moved forward pushing his penis between her breasts.  He coated his penis with the lubricant and using his clawed hands pushed her breasts together around his penis.  She obeyed when he ordered her to lift her head and accept the penis in her mouth.  The Prak thrust for several minutes using her breasts pushed together and her mouth for stimulation until the slime that was her nourishment poured into her mouth.

One day on her back on the table with the Prak thrusting into her, the ridges of his penis abrading her clitoris didn’t hurt as much as usual, and she heard herself let out a moan that she knew was not pain.  She could feel herself getting aroused and began shaking her head no thinking I don’t want this recorded, but the Prak kept thrusting.  She had not been restrained, so at some point and she didn’t know when, her legs were wrapped around the Prak and her hands had moved to his hips, or what would pass for hips on the alien.  To her humiliation, she saw the recording devices zoom in as she began lifting to each of the Prak’s thrusts.  The ridges were hitting her clitoris just right and to her shock and disgust her back arched, and she screamed with an orgasm the recording devices getting her reaction from every angle.  Later as she was crying with humiliation, the Prak was very excited about documenting a human female having an orgasm with a member of his species saying, “The electronic documentation of this experiment will certainly be accepted to the most prestigious publication of my field, the Journal of Alien Sociology.”

The Prak began allowing Natatha to wear certain items of clothing, but he did not allow her to cover her genitals or her breasts.  He found and returned her boots to her as these didn’t cover anything he was interested in.  Natatha was confused about the Prak’s fascination with her breasts as his race didn’t have them, so how did he develop this fascination?  For human males it is obvious, but a species that lacks this anatomical feature?  Natatha wore the boots and a couple tops he gave her out of shear boredom.  Neither top covered her breasts.  Natatha was wearing a blue top when the Prak came in and spoke, “My research has caught the attention of a very well respected visiting scientist, and he has asked to view the subject personally.”  “You mean me?” asked Natatha.  “Yes, of course,” the Prak said.  “This endorsement of my work will certainly advance my career.  He will be here shortly.”

Natatha reacted in surprise when the visiting scientist entered the room.  She had seen holos of this species and knew them to be very inimical to all species other than their own.  The powerful race called the Krakmanthi had frequent wars with a number of other races and was responsible for the extinction of one race.  It was a dark alien about the same height as the Prakri but more muscular.  The head was a nightmare of tentacles with glowing blue eyes.  What caught her immediate attention was what could only be the penis of the alien hanging between its legs.  There were thread like tentacles on the end of it.  In the flaccid state it was every bit as big as the Prak’s, and Natatha shuddered at what it might look like erect.  The alien walked around her observing her from all angles and asked, “Would it be possible to perform an experiment of my own?”  Natatha heard the words from a translator and in the background other noises that must be the languages of Prakri and Krakmanthi.  The translating device seemed to be projecting two languages, human standard towards her and what had to be Prakri towards the Prak.  Apparently, the device detected the species in the room, and included all of them in the conversation automatically, as she was sure the alien didn’t care if she understood.

The Prak answered, “You did not tell me you wanted to perform an experiment.  This is my research subject I acquired at great expense.”  The Krakmanth responded, “If monetary compensation is required to your grant fund, I am willing to pay credits.”  The Prak’s attitude changed considerably, “How many credits are under consideration?”  Natatha began yelling, “You can’t sell me to him!”  The Prak spoke to her, “Do you want the feel the pain stimulator at level 10?”  A sobbing Natatha shut her mouth.  The Krakmanth heard the translation from his device and spoke, “I assume the subject will behave properly?”  Natatha listened sobbing while the two different aliens negotiated and agreed on a price.

Natatha was on her back trembling as the Krakmanth male approached her.  His massive hands gripped her legs pulling them apart.  Natatha look down and saw his penis becoming erect; as it grew she saw it was more massive than even the Prak’s.  There were about 20 tentacles on the end of it waving around about a half centimeter in diameter and about 25 centimeters long.  As the Krakmanth moved forward, the tentacles began exploring her body.  Natatha began screaming.  The Krakmanth spoke, “The faces of this species are rather hideous.  Is it possible to perform the experiment with the human female facing the other way?”  The Prak flipped Natatha over on her stomach and spoke, “The lower orifice is the one used for procreation.  The upper one is for excretion.  Do not penetrate the upper orifice.”  The Krakmanth spoke referring to Natatha’s screaming, “That irritating noise the subject is making, I want it stopped.”  The Prak covered her mouth with one of the adhesive patches he had used on the first day saying, “I was initially irritated as well by the noise, but I have grown used to it.”

The Prak looked at the Krakmanth’s phallus and spoke, “I do not think this will be a practical experiment; we will have to reconsider our agreement.  Your phallus is of the same length as mine, but the diameter is considerably more.  It will cause great damage to my research subject.”  Hearing this Natatha gained some hope.  The Krakmanth already in an aroused state spoke, “I will double my offer.”  The Prak stepped back to allow the experiment to continue.  On her stomach, Natatha felt the huge alien yank her legs apart and lift her up with incredibly strong hands.  She tried to support herself on her hands and elbows.  She could feel the tentacles continuing to explore her body; the light feathery touches on her legs and inner thighs.  One tentacle entered her anus; she could feel could feel it moving around in her bowels.  The tentacles began traveling to her crotch.  The one in her anus receded and joined the others.  Natatha could feel them line up still wiggling and one by one enter her vagina.  She was trying to scream through the patch on her mouth the whole time.  Natatha could now feel the tentacles exploring her womb and enter her cervix.  The Krakmanth surged forward and Natatha tried to scream even louder.  She could feel her vaginal walls stretch to the breaking point, and then begin tearing.  The Krakmanth began thrusting in and out of her.  Natatha collapsed on the table after a few thrusts unable to support herself any longer.  The immense jamming feeling of him inside her was worse than her initial and second rape by the Prak combined on that first day.  Her face was rubbing on the table as the huge alien continued his thrusting.  Several minutes into the thrusting, she could feel fluid enter her.  A weird thought entered her head, I wonder what color his semen is?  Once the Krakmanth ejaculated, he withdrew immediately releasing Natatha’s legs allowing her to flop onto the table.  Examining the bleeding vagina of a moaning and nearly unconscious Natatha, the Prak spoke, “This is what I was afraid of.  You have damaged the female human.  This will take days to heal.”

OooOoo nice nice nice

cant wait for the next few chapters , well writen