Okay...I may have been a bit premature in my claim that I was enroute to being the richest man in the world. Because when I showed that clerk the nugget I had, turned out it was worth a shitload. He told me nuggets are usually eighty to ninety percent purity, which can be roughly assessed by its color. The richer and deeper the orange-yellow, the higher the gold content. He felt my nugget was eight-hundred parts fine. With the price of gold per troy ounce at over twenty-five-hundred dollars...and this little beast weighing in at 20 troy ounces? That’d be a nice piece of cash.
But...when I told him I’d like to sell it, he wanted to know where I’d got it, how long I’d had it, my identification, my bank details in order to make a monetary transfer, and on and on. This was the bare minimum required when offering something like this, no exceptions. In short, no info, no purchase.
I also think he recognized my face. Because when I asked for the nugget back he put me off, saying he wanted to run a couple more tests...then pressed a button underneath his counter. All nice and sneaky, but I still caught it.
So I got the hell out, jumped in that Huyndai and sped off. Saw a patrol car zoom past me, heading for the gold shop, so no question he’d called the cops in.
Got to the 60 and headed out of town, going just a little over the speed limit. Pushed through a couple of yellow lights like other drivers were doing, and kept on. Turned off near Whitman and drove as far into the desert as I could, then parked the car on the side of a dirt road, left the Latino guy’s wallet and phone in it and walked a mile away from the road before thinking, Better come get me.
It did, not even thirty seconds later. I guess the Beast had been tracking me. So BAM, I was back in the craft, feeling quite sheepish.
I didn’t need to tell it why.
So you will be of no value to our endeavor, beyond as is needed for the physical aspect, hit my brain.
“Give it a few months,” I said, still not comfortable with only thinking what I wanted to say. “Once word gets around I’m back in custody, and it’s had a chance to soak into the whole narrative, I can go again. Maybe in Denver or El Paso. Or we can try someplace in Africa because—”
The tentacles appeared and wrapped around my arms and legs.
“Whoa, whoa, what?”
They carried me into another section of the craft, and even though I struggled, it was to no avail. There, I was plopped into a form of easy chair.
“What the fuck?” I was way more pissed than scared. “I’m helping you! I’m working with you!”
The whips tore my pants open, at the fly, and ripped my briefs apart. My shirt was shoved up my body and two of them wrapped around my tits, tight and pulsing...and feeling so fucking good. Shit.
Through all of this, I’m screaming, “What’re you doing? Answer me, you fuck!”
Then another tentacle whispered up, opened its end like it was a mouth and slipped over my very-not-erect dick as two more of the whips wrapped around my balls and started caressing them in ways that were so fucking lovely and...
And that’s when I understood; I was being milked!
Without even being asked if it was okay!? Motherfucker! How rude!
Tight and steady the tentacle went on me, drawing my dick into something truly hard and ready. Its working on my balls and tits adding to the growing need for me to let loose.
I felt another tentacle work its way past my shredded pants between my legs and push into my ass, but this time it was not tender or easy. It fucking hurt because it was fucking me like I fucked guys. Hard-ass fucking me.
I kept howling and cursing and demanding an answer until another tentacle shoved itself into my mouth and halfway down my throat, choking me. Really more like gagging me. Not enough to hurl but close.
By this point, I was really pissed. Which made no sense. I should have been scared shitless because it was all but raping me to death. Only I’d already died, once, and it hadn’t been that bad. Just falling into nothing and no more thoughts. But this...this was fucking ridiculous.
Hey, hey, hey, pun not intended!
Because it fucking hurt...and excited me beyond imagining. Being raped orally, anally, and about to be forcibly ejaculated was slamming me with so many erotic sensations, my mind was close to spinning into chaos.
I don’t understand, floated across my brain in a vague way. I was helping you.
Assist us? You, assist us? was its confused answer. You do not have the intelligence necessary to be of further use. You are only raw material. Essential to building our livestock.
No, you...you said the guys weren’t giving you what you needed and...
And I jerked and twisted and tightened and vanished into a surge of near perfect ecstasy rolling through me, killing my thoughts. My tits screamed with beauty. My balls laughed from the perfection of it all. My ass clenched hard and shoved my hips forward and I shot a wad straight into the tentacle with as much of a scream as I could manage. Then the one in my mouth fired something down my throat, and the one up my ass also let loose, and I felt as if I were floating.
Just like a spit roast.
But holy fucking shit, this was better than any drug I’d ever even thought of taking. I may have blacked out, for a moment.
No...no, I could see the tentacle on my dick pull away and another take its place. So it was all within the moment...as the whole process started, again.
Already, again?
No...I couldn’t.
You will. As many times as we want. We have learned blending your seed with the others’ semen, then injecting it back into them, brings their meat up to the level we need. This includes the cloned ones. Of course, so far this works only if we keep the original being. We’re working on removing that impediment.
That is when I managed to look around...and my brain froze.
There were massive clear containers, like test tubes, filled with some form of fluid lined up ten deep in four rows...with that Latino guy in one...no, ten of that Latino guy in a line of those containers. Naked. Tentacles holding them upright with another in each one’s mouth. And on his dick. And obviously up his ass, like me. Sucking on him. Fucking him, anal and oral. He looked so lovely, there.
The second line was made up of the Dancer’s clones, looking just as lovely...or even better, because he was built like forever.
The third line was Cliff’s...which tore me in two directions. He looked perfect in there, and it meant he wasn’t mine, anymore, and that angered me, some. Having the Beast renege on a deal was very inappropriate.
Only...the fourth line was me. My clones. Meaning my whole contract with the ting was voided. Though I do have to say, I looked pretty fucking hot in it, all connected like that.
They were all being worked, and like with me...when each one came the tentacle on his dick would move away and another would take its place. Then I presumed they were also ejaculated into, ass and mouth.
You gonna do that to me, too?
You are the originator of the needed semen. You must be kept apart. Your essence is being enjoined with theirs and reintroduced to their bodies. Performing this three times, each, makes them vibrant sustenance. We have already received notification from five travelers they will stop in to sample our offerings.
Then each row had another container added to it, with the form of each guy curled up in a fetal position before unfolding itself and rising upright to have more tentacles attach themselves to them in the same way as the others.
I was hit with a wave of revulsion at how casually they were being developed...replaced by that impossible beauty as another explosive orgasm slammed into me. This time I think I did pass out. Because when I looked around, the number of containers in each row had doubled.
And I came, again.
And the tentacles came in me, again!
And then they came in all the clones and the guys came and...FUCK! They fucking intended to breed us, forever!
You think I can do that?
We are close to replicating your genome and positioning your DNA in the correct sequence with only a few cells from your reproductive area around them to maintain the recurrence. Once this is finalized, we will have complete control of the regenerative process.
Then what? Am I gonna be that day’s special on the menu?
No. We will continue to replicate you.
BAM...I felt the beauty take me over, again, as my dick and balls screamed and my tits laughed as my ass tightened around that fucking tentacle and I ejaculated, again.
And another tentacle came along to keep milking me.
It was a fight to return to my head. To let all of the amazingly overpowering gloriousness of my rape whisper away and give me a moment to think. But I couldn’t...because it was already building, again, and like a junkie I focused solely on that in ways that meant nothing to me.
Oh, Christ, this wasn’t how I was meant to exist.
Oh, fuck, why was my dick so fucking happy at this abuse? Why was I? Why did my tits want it to continue?
Why didn’t I care about the pounding in my ass? I felt something liquid trailing from my hole and didn’t know if it was blood or the tentacle’s cum. But even that was adding to the eroticism.
Then I came, again...and almost died...I’d swear I almost died, it was so perfect. So all-encompassing.
And I laughed from the joy of it, and thought, You’re so fucking stupid.
You refer to myself as stupid?
I laughed more. You’ve limited your offerings to four men. Three like me and one Latino. That’ll fuck your restaurant up. You can have anything you want to eat, so long as it's a burger.
We have no intention of limiting our menu. As you’ve seen, we can capture anyone we choose and add them to our offering. We have already been looking into options near the territories of Rio de Janeiro, Nairobi, Teheran, Moscow, and Miami. A wide selection of possible livestock.
Then why were you asking me to set up a place to draw guys to.
Such was your suggestion, and it worth considering. But now? It is not workable.
You forgot a little something.
You comment is nonsensical.
You’ve got me locked back up in California. Sounds like in a hospital. But that guy in Phoenix has your gold nugget and my fingerprints on his counter. Same for that Huyndai. And he’s got security cameras recording our encounter. That’s gonna get the UFO people wondering...how is it possible for me to be in two places at one time? Especially since I told them about you during the trial.
And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, here I go again...again...and still shooting a wad as great as the first one, it feels like. Still screaming lightning racing through me. Tits to toes to lips. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Maybe I didn’t wanna let go of this...
And I woke up in a blank white room. Breathless. Barely able to see. The sensations of my latest ejaculation still coursing through me, making the monitors attached to me go wild and scream for help. Nurses and a doctor roared in with a crash cart, but I was wide awake and laughing.
That fucking Beast had dumped me in the prison hospital. I'd gone from the frying pan into the fire.
No idea for how long...but at least this bullshit I knew how to handle.
