Pixie Isobella

Alien abduction erotica with body modification, non-consent, forced orgasms

At times, when Isabelle was more awake, she wished desperately for her old life back, when she hadn’t been restrained to a bed and her body had been her own. Then the large globes of her breasts would slide into her view and her skin would shake with sexual pleasure simply from touching the bed, and she would realise there was no way back…

Read Chapters 1 to 3 here.

Sexbot: Chapter 4

Since the alien abduction, Isabelle’s world had shrunk to endless, sleepy days lying on the bed in the medical chamber on the alien ship. She was not yet ready to accept that her breasts now dwarfed her body, seeming as large as beach balls attached to the front of her torso.

But then came the day when the aliens Garul and Yovin started work between Isabelle’s legs.

They had already applied the same sensitivity treatment here, of course, as they had to the rest of her skin. Her labia and clitoris now tingled all day, even when no-one was touching them.

The next step was a series of focused injections and massage treatments designed to enlarge her clitoris.

Isabelle orgasmed once simply from the massage treatment, especially surprising given her half-awake state. The scientists in the room clapped and cheered, and continued the treatments. A second satisfied cheer swept around the room when the second orgasm exploded through her clit a bare thirty minutes later.

‘We’ve been training your body for orgasms,’ explained Garul to the gasping Isabelle. ‘It’s one of the harder things, so we’re very happy that we’re succeeding.’

Isabelle felt violated by the pleasure drifting through her genitals. She desperately hated that she was being watched during the most private moment of pleasure, trapped restrained to this bed while the technicians studied her readings and peered at the sacred place between her legs.

‘Clients have different opinions about orgasms,’ explained Garul. ‘Sometimes we engineer the sexbot to be completely incapable of orgasm. That’s sometimes the case for the lower-quality bots engineered for public use during long supply runs, mining operations and so on. But your client is very wealthy indeed and wants to show off. He’s asked for extra arousal and sensitivity.’

Yovin looked up from his work of placing one of the enhancement machines over Isabelle’s clitoris.

‘You’re going to orgasm whenever anyone breathes on you,’ he said simply.

Isabelle tensed as a machine whirred and started to lower between her legs where she couldn’t see it. Her pussy felt fragile and unprotected between her restrained, spread legs.

‘Try to relax,’ murmured Garul. ‘It is easier if you relax. Just remember that this is necessary. Male Grolesh sexual organs – penises I think you call them? – are larger than your species and have particular needs. Plus your owner will probably want to insert other things inside you, his hands into you, and so on. There is a great fashion at the moment at the best parties to take turns inserting objects and devices.’

Isabelle couldn’t stop herself speaking. It was the first time she had spoken in many days, she realised later. ‘What are you doing to me?’

The pain cut off the question, flooding through her, leaving her gasping and crying. ‘A failure to comply will be punished,’ said the computer in the ceiling in its smug electric voice.

By the time Isabelle had recovered from the pain, the treatment had started between her legs. She could feel a hard, smooth, burrowing device pushing at her cunt entrance, then a cold, slippery head sliding into her.

It was the first time they had penetrated her, she realised with a shock.

She wanted it to stop. It felt like she was being impaled on a piston that pushing deeper and deeper into her with ruthless, mechanical efficiency.

‘This may hurt,’ murmured Garul, her eyes on the screen in front of her while she tapped a few keys.

It did hurt.

The device buzzed inside Isabella and then she felt it starting to grow, larger and larger, buzzing and pulsing against the soft wall of her vagina. It expanded inside her entrance as well, stretching her wider and wider, then making her gasp with pain as she felt her muscles and ligaments stretching, being pushed unnaturally wide open.

‘Good,’ murmured Garul once, then glancing at Isabelle, she decided to explain. ‘We’re increasing the tenacity and elasticity of your internal membranes, to enable penetration with larger objects.’ She frowned. ‘We have to accept that your owner may also decide to punish you on occasion – or simply entertain his friends – by penetrating you with devices generally unsuitable for insertion.’

She paused for a moment to give the machine more commands. Isabelle was finding it hard to listen anyway, as the pain and strange stretching sensation filled her from within.

‘It will still hurt when he does so – he will want it to – but this treatment ensures that you will not be badly compromised. Our clients do pay us for robust sexbots.’

Another pause for her long fingers to tap at the touchpad above Isabelle’s legs.

‘I myself was at a most amusing event just recently where a bot was restrained and the guests took turns inserting tools and other devices into its orifices. It was damaged but not beyond repair and it was excellent entertainment.’

Garul chuckled. ‘It is indeed a great thing for our empire that we discovered other species that can legally and ethically be adapted to perform this and other functions for us. You may not know, but we are very proud that slavery has been outlawed since the 5th century.’

‘It is unlikely – given how extensive the pleasure modifications you are receiving – but your owner may even choose to adapt you in future as an incubation bot for him and his wife.’

This last came to Isabelle above waves of pain. It felt as though her insides were turning outside. The device inserted into her felt as though it was a mile wide by now and steadily continuing to bore deeper into her.

Garul peered distractedly at the screen. ‘It is, of course, an art to make a sexbot larger inside while still retaining that delicious ‘tight’ feeling that so many clients request. An art that Yovin and I excel at. Yovin!’

She called out to him and Yovin came in from outside.

‘Are we ready?’ he asked.

‘Yes. I just need your help with the calibrations.’

Isabelle thought Yovin looked down at her sadistically, then he started to operate the device above her head. Then Isabelle screamed. The pain was suddenly deeper, more intense, and Isabelle could feel something further inside her, creeping and poking around.

Yovin laughed. It was a joyous, excitable sound and Isabelle realised with shock that he was enjoying himself.

‘They never like this, do they Garul?’ he said, his voice quick and exited. ‘But I never came across a species better adapted to it naturally. I hope the exploration ships go back for more bots from that planet.’

Then the pain deepened and Isabelle fell unconscious.

When Isabelle came back to consciousness, the device was still inside her. The pain had eased but the device was still present. She could still feel the device probing inside her like wriggling tentacles.

Yovin and Garul were no longer standing over her, but were instead sitting off to the side, clicking glasses and drinking, soft conversation drifting to Isobel from them.

‘It’s awake,’ said Yovin.

‘It can wait,’ murmured Garul. ‘The procedure hasn’t finished yet, anyway. You want to fuck, later, when we’re off shift? I get so damned turned on by this step, and we’re not even allowed to fuck the damn bots.’

‘Yes, please,’ said Yovin and laughed. ‘I don’t know why it’s so damn arousing to see a bot with a giant tech hammer deep inside it, engineering its insides for pleasure. I love seeing them in pain. I wish we could make it last twice as long.’

‘We’ve still got to do its anus and mouth,’ grinned Garul delightedly. ‘I never want to stop doing this job.’

Isabelle drifted into unconsciousness again. She awoke to hear panting and grunting, the sounds of sex and pleasure. She couldn’t see Garul and Yovin but immediately she knew it was them.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ laughed Garul, her voice happy and excited.

‘Look,’ said Yovin, ‘we can’t fuck the bots. No-one said anything about making them experience us fucking.’

‘Anyway, it’ll be good for the thing. It still isn’t fully compliant, you know.’ The vicious sadism in Garul’s voice shocked Isabelle.

‘Well, it’ll learn. If not from us, then from its Master. Ujkash Xanathil is not known for his softness.’

Both of them giggled again while Isabelle struggled desperately through the fog in her brain and the ever-present feeling of being impaled between her legs to work out what was going on. Then the sounds of sex grew more passionate and Isabelle realised what they had done.

Each extra loud shriek, each deeper grunt that betokened intense sensation on their parts, led to a corresponding spasm through her body.

I’m going to orgasm each time their needs build, worked out Isabelle, her heart sinking.

The next hours or minutes were torture for Isabelle. Garul and Yovin seemed inexhaustible. Each time they reached an intense point in their intercourse, the machinery inside her would pulse and spasm, sending electric-feeling sparks all through her. Isabelle would orgasm immediately, involuntarily and keep orgasming until the sparks had ceased, her body clenching tightly around the machinery.

She tried to stay quiet, knowing that they were listening and enjoying her distress, but she couldn’t stay quiet for long. Soon she was screaming and moaning each time the orgasm exploded through her. Each time, she heard renewed alien laughter from the place beyond her vision where Garul and Yovin were fucking.

The spasms came closer and closer together, stronger and stronger, until Isabelle was breathing fast and harder, moaning incoherently. Then, blessedly, after an especially intense orgasm, she felt herself falling into darkness.

Isabelle awoke from her faint to see Garul and Yovin standing over her.

The pain had not eased. The device was still inside her.

From the relaxed, happy, sated looks Garul and Yovin were casting each other, she knew they had enjoyed themselves.

‘Do you understand what we’re doing?’ asked Garul, looking carefully into Isabelle’s eyes to assess how awake she was.

You’re torturing me, thought Isabelle, but didn’t say it, just shaking her head. Then she quickly said ‘no, Garul, I don’t’ as she felt the pain receptors start.

‘We’ve adapted your inner chamber – I think you call it a uterus – for pleasure. Not all species have these. Your owner will be able to fuck you in there now, and you will orgasm from his seed entering you there.’

She grinned. ‘He’s going to particularly enjoy penetrating you there because the passage is very tight. It makes for a sharper ejaculation, you understand.’

‘The device will be inside you for another few cycles, at least,’ said Yovin from above her. His voice was relaxed and happy, and Isabelle could sense the sadistic joy he was taking in hurting her.

She learned to accept the paralysed feeling from the device inside her, each time she woke for the next long while. It felt like it was burrowing deeper and she learned to accept it, even as she hated it and wanted to scream. She had become too scared of the immediate flourishing of pain when she resisted, and she was in too much pain from the thing between her legs anyway.

It felt like it was stretching her wider, and she learned to accept it. It buzzed inside her sometimes, causing an intense orgasm, and she screamed, impaled on the device, her body desperately – and unsuccessfully trying to eject it from her body.

Eventually, she woke to the intensely invasive feeling of it retreating its many arms from her uterus and then her vagina.

Her entire insides felt aroused, primed to orgasm from a single touch.

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