It's funny. I call it the beast for lack of a better name. It was neither male nor female; they didn't have that designation in their world. Meaning, if you haven't figured it out by now, it was an alien. Extraterrestrial kind, not other country. It had developed some kind of trouble, I'm still not clear what, and had crash-landed into the cave under the motel. Earth was seen by its kind as a kind of pit-stop if you needed sustenance or fuel, both of which humans could provide.
The problem was, there were very few humans around in that area. It had been lucky and caught a couple of hikers who were following the Manasset Trail up into the hills. A trail that wasn't really popular because it was just rocks and desert. Not even pretty vistas as you went higher.
Oh, it wasn't possible for me to talk to it, nor it to me. The way we communicated was, one of its whips would circle my head and tingle against my right temple, and then I knew everything the beast did. While on earth. More than that was blocked.
It was almost like, I remembered it as the beast remembered it.
Those two hikers were male, in their twenties, both indigenous. One, truly handsome in that way, with longish black hair, piercing eyes, golden skin and a fine physique. The other was more basic but still attractive, his hair longer, his face not as finely etched, and his body more average. He also had more hair on his chest, arms and legs than his compatriot.
They camped not far above the cave. No tent. Fully clothed. Backpacks as pillows and no blanket. Really roughing it.
The beast had waited until they were sleeping then whispered up and its tentacles had taken them both. The pretty one managed to get a knife out and cut a tentacle off, but the whips took full control of him and started fondling and molesting him, straightaway.
Both guys were carried down to the entrance, but they were struggling so hard it had a great deal of trouble. At first I thought the beast hadn't worked out how to fully control them, yet, but then I realized it had simply been weakened by the wreck.
It got them into the cave and back to the craft, where the guys were taken over by the cords. Then just like had been done with Molinaro, they were held down on the platform. Stripped. Fondled in ways so very invasive. Manipulated into erections. And finally the handsome guy was forced to blow the regular one's dick as the beast's whips caressed them...and two of its tentacles were pressed into their butts, as if fucking them.
I could tell when regular guy came in the pretty one's mouth. Then handsome guy fucked the regular one before sucking him off, again. Then regular guy was melded into the wall as the average guy was held.
The lights in the wall had grown brighter, and had the pulsing on the beast's body and tentacles. The ship fed in some way that shared with the beast, whose tentacles caressed and fondled the handsome lad. One pushed itself into his mouth and another seemed to be anally assaulting him as the whips worked on his tits and dick, pulling at the foreskin. He wasn't very big, nor was he growing.
He tried to fight it. Struggled to get away. After a few minutes of this with no change, he was cast aside and the cords took him and pressed him into the wall. It swallowed him and everything glowed. The ship had been pleased, and the Beast grew stronger.
I knew, deep within, the Beast had tried to make the regular guy into a helper, like I'd become, but it wasn't good enough. So he had also wound up as food. But they had really been just adequate. More was needed.
Two more times, in the following year, the beast had caught people to use. A married couple who'd stopped at the motel for some reason, and a geologist searching through the hills.
The woman had been stripped but not molested in any way. When she was given to the wall, the lights barely shined once she's been enveloped. Meaning, she'd given little sustenance to the craft.
Talk about being finicky.
The beast had worked for a while on her husband, stripping and raping him. Draining his cum from him as its tentacles fucked his ass. It understood, then, that by himself the husband could not reach the level of being its helper; the Beast needed a male go-between, so it had given him to the wall. Where the colors gleaned and the craft now had strength enough to begin repairs.
Next came the geologist -- male, 40, solid build, just like the husband. He was grabbed while checking out the entrance to the cave, dragged back to the craft, molested like the other guys had been, but this time the Beast did not try to make him into a helper. It simply took its sustenance directly from him and gave him to the wall. Which helped both. Still, the craft's repairs were going slowly because there was so much time between each meal.
On two other occasions, the Beast had noticed groups of women hiking up the Manasset, but it seems females did not possess something that males did, as nutrition, so they were left alone. And animals knew something was wrong about the cave so stayed away, as did bats who'd been residents there, so it never had the chance to test other species' males to see if they would work.
There was also the time a pair of highway patrol officers had stopped at the motel to take a piss. The Beast had almost caught them. But while one would have been a good choice, the other had been in his fifties and was not in good enough shape.
But then came my group...and that is where I came into the picture.
