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The Unidentified:
Gangbanged by Futanari Aliens with Tentacles



J.S. Lee

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The Unidentified #1:
Gangbanged by Futanari Aliens with Tentacles


He couldn’t remember the last time that he had stared so hard or for so long at a woman. Maybe it had been back in high school. That was what Sanders did to him, and it hardly seemed fair that she wouldn't give him the time of day, just like high school. Michael was sure at this point that he would have done anything for her. Well, at least he would have done anything to get in her pants.

He had cherished the basement office for the first month of the assignment. His boss almost sounded apologetic when he'd shown Michael the space, and at first, he was seething on the inside. He'd never swallowed down the urge to punch someone so badly, but after the first few days alone, Michael found it soothing. He told himself that the silence and the meds, it was all going to work out sooner or later. Even after the long leave of absence and the treatment and the regime of anti-depressants that he was on, it didn't take much to make him edgy, Michael could use some zen.

Then they had given him Katherine Sanders and all of his peace of mind went to shit. His boss had told Michael that she was sharp and a go-getter, but something didn't add up. A go-getter wouldn't wind up with this bullshit assignment and a dusty desk with a squeaky chair in the basement with decade old computers and someone's castoff fax machine. If Michael had to guess, he would assume that Katherine was being punished for some transgression with a stint in the basement with Michael, the agent that they couldn't really fire due to extenuating circumstances.

His left hand had a tremor that the medication exacerbated and he held it in his right hand so that she wouldn't notice. Not that she would notice anything at the moment, as Katherine was talking in hushed tones to her lover. She didn't confide in Michael, but there was a picture of girl with cropped, blonde hair and heart-shaped face on her desk that Katherine would occasionally touch with a finger as she smiled.

That his drop-dead, gorgeous partner had the build of a stripper instead of an agent wasn't what kept Michael on the edge of his seat. Katherine was even a natural red-head, which he had a preference for ever since he was a kid. In fact, watching her long waves dance and toss along her back made him itch to reach out and touch her hair. No, that wasn't what was haunting him, it was the dreams about her. They were so goddamn vivid, and it always started with just Katherine and her big, blue eyes smiling at him as she opened her arms and beckoned to him to come to her.

At some point, the blonde with the choppy hair materialized and it was the three of them. The dreams were long and slow, and he had convinced himself that they lasted all night even if the fucking doctor told him that wasn't possible. Michael woke up in a puddle of sweat and precum, and he was always thirsty and he could have sworn that he heard Sanders giggling as the last shadows of the threesome faded away.

The doctor had frowned at him when Michael mentioned it at their last appointment. He had even asked, “Does this remind you of anything, Michael?”

And it did, but Michael wasn't going to talk about that with the fucking shrink. Even though it was supposed to be confidential, he was sure that the doctor reported everything back to the agency and his boss was already sure that he was crazy. If he knew all of the particulars about that night, the last night on the last assignment, Michael was sure that this cushy gig in the basement would dry up and disappear.

The agency had put other operatives in the mental hospital in the past and with Michael, everyone would expect it, actually they would welcome it. Everyone knew that Michael Turner was a little nuts.


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Tepito, Mexico City, Almost 2 Years Ago

Michael had been feeling a little crazy for the last two weeks, and he tried to tell himself that was all it was. Just a feeling and nothing more. Tonight was going to go just fine, and he'd finally be out of this hellhole and back to civilization. The cocaine wasn't doing anything to calm him down, and he'd known that it was becoming a bit of a problem. But for the moment, being on the edge was a necessity of life.

The two women on the bed were almost naked, and he combed his fingers through his dark hair as he watched the younger, more slender of the two begin to slide the other woman's panties down. Their names were Maria and Vanessa, although Michael didn't know for certain which was which, he was calling the younger one Maria. They could have been sisters, each with long, black hair, eyes to match, and curves in all of the right places. He had told them what he wanted in Spanish, at least he thought that he'd told them, and the bills and the eight-ball seemed to convince them. The hookers here were very open-minded and these two would go for thousands of dollars a night at home. Here in the third world, he had given them fifty to split and they had both smiled. Maria looked over her shoulder at him for a moment before turning back to gaze at Vanessa. Her panties were finally down, and her wet snatch was visible. Vanessa had a nicely trimmed landing strip that stopped half-way up her mound and Michael actually preferred that, but he was not going to pass up the chance to bury his face between Maria's slender thighs just because she was shaved bare.

The girl laid on her belly, and her tiny, pink pussy lips were open, as was the rest of her. Maria's butterscotch skin was soft and scented, and the line of her back to her ass was making Michael salivate, but he had paid to watch the two of them. He bent over the table and snorted one more line, wiping the tip of his nose with the back of his hand as the electric current that pulsed through his body exploded once more in his brain. He nodded to Maria and then Vanessa, waving his hand to give the girl the go ahead.

“Come on, you know what I want,” he mumbled in Spanish and his cock responded immediately as Maria bowed her head and began to kiss her friend's slit.

Michael waited, arms crossed over his chest, the sweat dripping down his body. Everything was wet here, and the heat was stifling, but it was all somewhere in the background. The sheen of the girls' skin made them so much more naked. They were sweating as well, and he hadn't even fucked either of them yet. Maria's tongue and mouth were making little sucking noises, and her fingers had parted Vanessa's lips. Vanessa's cries had grown louder, her hips grinding against Maria's face, the back of her thighs shivering as she moved. Finally, this was getting good.

Michael pushed his boxers off and stepped out of them as he reached into his glass and picked out the last of the ice cubes. He walked to the bed and both girls quickly looked over as the mattress squeaked under his weight. They were both uneasy, and if he let himself imagine what the two of them had seen, here in this barrio where even the locals crossed themselves before entering, it was easy to understand why.

They must have known that he was going to join them at some point. These girls were well-trained. Michael knew their pimp. In fact, he was waiting for the man. The whole agency was. For now, he was just going to enjoy the fact that these two had been taught to please a man in any way he chose, and he smiled when Vanessa sighed deeply as he touched her fat nipples with the ice cubes.

The girl's tan nipples stood at attention, and he massaged the melting cubes around her puckered flesh as Maria licked her snatch voraciously. Watching the younger girl go down on her, he noticed that Maria knew the woman's body, and he had to think that it wasn't their first time like this. It wasn't their first time despite the fact that Maria had pretended to be shy about the whole thing. He'd known it was an act. Michael had reached under her skirt before even giving her the money, and Maria's panties had been soaked through at the suggestion. Now he could hardly wait to taste the girl and feel her melting on his face.

For now though, he'd make her wait. Michael would play with Vanessa's nipples; they were so large now and hard as stones. The woman was crying out and rocking her body back and forth. His dick responded to the look on Vanessa's face and a large drop of precum spilled from his slit to her cheek. Shining there for a moment, it slid down her face to the bed, and Michael wondered if he shouldn't shove the length of his prick down the bitch's throat and find out just how well El Jefe had trained her for that as well. Vanessa nodded, almost as if she could read his mind.

“Yes, I will make you cum,” she whispered in Spanish, at least that was what Michael thought she said, although the drugs and the whiskey had set in and he couldn't swear to any of it.

She would, he had no doubt. The sexy hooker would definitely drain him of the very last drop, but there was something that Michael had promised himself that he would do before that. The girl on her belly at the end of the bed had been the one that had put the idea in his head. So young, she looked so innocent and yet he had known that was impossible. Michael had a taste in his mouth for the sweet girl's cum, and he made his way across the bed, behind her, taking his place between her bare thighs. Maria was absolutely perfect, her small lips were swollen and her inner lips were dark pink and covered with her juices. Her asshole was a tiny, lighter pink bud and every inch of her flesh was succulent and made for a tongue, maybe even two. Perhaps once Vanessa had cum in the young girl's mouth, Michael would have her join him in pleasuring Maria. One tongue in her asshole as the other flicked over and around her tiny pearl of a clit. He could almost see it from his vantage point, and before he even touched her, he knew that it was hard and needy. For now, he would keep Maria's juicy flesh all to himself.

Michael licked around her anus, prying her cheeks further apart with his hands, digging into her velvety, brown skin as he claimed her body with his mouth. Maria moaned softly into Vanessa's crotch as he made a wet circle around her tiny entry and then entered her, tasting her, slipping his tongue down into her ass. Michael slithered in and then out, feeling the girl shudder under him with every flick of his tongue.

She was soaked, and when he entered her asshole once more with his tongue, he slid his fingers down her perineum to her creamy pussy. Maria had been wet this whole time, and at first, Michael had thought that she was just a good actress. Making her living on the streets, she must have to be but no, this was genuine. The girl was a nympho, and Maria definitely loved to suck on a juicy pussy, perhaps she'd wanted Vanessa all along, and tonight, she was finally getting her wish and getting paid for it as well. Maria's chin was damp and sticky with Vanessa's juices. Michael was sure that some of the remnants had rolled down her neck as well and perhaps later, when he was done rubbing his face between her legs, he'd roll Maria onto her back and lick it off when he fucked her face to face.

He could go all night, even after cumming once or twice. The cocaine helped, but so did the fact that he'd been stuck here for far too long. This place was driving him crazy, and that was when he was sober. Two naked girls in his bed and half a dozen lines up his nose, Michael was far from being in his right mind, and he pushed his face down further between Maria's cheeks. The taste of her ass was like a delicacy, and he withdrew his tongue and pushed his index finger inside her, fucking her slow and deep. The girl threw her head back and shrieked as he forced himself into her depths.

“Maria, Maria, it's fine, baby, relax,” he didn't stop though, he didn't even hesitate. Instead, he pushed his middle finger inside her asshole as well and the girl buckled under him. She was so tight, there was only one explanation for the girl to tremble like that, “Are you a virgin back here?” he asked her in Spanish, gently massaging her bud with his thumb as the other two fingers plunged in and out.

Maria convulsed and shook her head, it was affirmative and at the moment, Michael couldn't believe his luck. He'd found the only virgin hooker on the streets of Mexico City.

“Yes, sir, please be gentle,” she gulped, afraid of something more than just his dick breaking her seal, “I am supposed to be saving that for the jefe.”

“Oh yeah?” he had meant to lick her pussy and then her clit and feel the girl rain a torrent of her sweet, sticky cum down on his face before fucking her. That had been the plan anyway. Michael had pictured it that way, with Maria sucking on Vanessa's glorious, round breasts, rooting on her long, dark nipples as Michael dug in and plowed Maria's tight, little cunt from behind. Maybe Maria would still be fondling Vanessa while he took her, the wet sounds of the girl's fingers between Vanessa's swollen lips that she'd just sucked on would be an incredible turn-on.

Nothing like taking Maria's anal cherry though. Fuck the jefe, the dirty bastard was a monster and ran the world's largest human trafficking machine on top of running Tepito, the darkest corner of the underworld here. Everything was for sale, and it had made Michael sick since the first day. The man didn't deserve something sweet and forbidden like Maria on top of everything else he'd taken. Michael was going to enjoy plucking her virginal hole more than the original plan, and he'd make sure to pump her back door full of semen. It would run out of her and with every step she'd feel his sperm coursing through her and down her legs. Michael was going to mark her as his. Fuck her boss; let him seethe about it later, in jail. One last thing for him to remember after he was extradited back to the United States and tossed into a hole where Michael was sure someone would take his ass for the first time. It was true justice.

Michael hovered over Maria, behind her, withdrawing his two fingers from her tiny, pink entry with a wet pop, he informed Maria of his intentions. “Tonight, I'm going to take your virginity back here,” he murmured, “I'll pay you double,” when she began to protest, he tugged her hair a little, just to remind her who was boss, “don't worry, you're going to love it, Maria.”

He licked the two fingers that had been inside, and she tasted delicious. The girl was edible everywhere, and once he had finished in her asshole, he was going back to the original plan. There was no sense in not licking a sweet, young girl when given the opportunity, and besides, she would have earned it after taking his cock in her tight ass. It was going to hurt, and he wasn't going to tell her any differently. Michael pulled her cheeks apart a little more and spit on her puckered anus. She was going to feel like a warm, silky glove on his cock, stroking and tugging at his thick manhood, churning back and forth into her center, Michael would burst and fill her belly with his climax.

When he thrust inside, Maria screamed and tried to clench her cheeks together to keep him out, but it was too late. The bulbous head of his cock was already through her little barrier and the flood of pleasure had already began; every nerve fluttered as he sank into her tender skin and her ass closed around him, tighter than any pussy he had ever felt. The girl's body was fucking him even if she wanted him out, drawing him in even deeper. Her inner barrier opened without hesitation and he was half-way inside her cherry ass before she had a chance to moan and shake her head.

“Please, sir, but I will be in trouble,” Michael didn't know which was worse for the girl, the fact that he was roughly taking her back door for the first time or that it belonged to another man. Either way, it was delicious to watch. Her forearms shook, and so did her thighs. He could feel the vibration on his body as he pushed in deeper and then deeper again.

Michael's dick loved the satiny feel of her asshole wrapped around him. She was perfect inside, and it was an intoxicating sight, watching her back away as he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her further down on his cock. He began to slowly churn inside Maria's ass, pulling out just a little before driving in even deeper. He was almost balls deep in her and just watching her pink bud open was enough to make him burst. There was a huge, salty load of cum that was waiting for her in his balls. They were heavy with it, and they slapped her pussy lips as he drilled her into the bed. Vanessa looked up at the two of them, the girl that had brought her to the edge of an orgasm and the man who was taking their jefe's prize, and she smiled. Her fingers began to softly caress Maria, touching her face, her damp mouth, her throat, her decolletage. Michael would definitely have Maria turn and offer Vanessa her sweet snatch once he was done with her anus. Watching the girls lick each other would get him ready for round two.

Michael pushed his cock down to the base inside of Maria. Her wet walls stroked his dick from the tip to the bottom, and she no longer fought it. In fact, the girl backed up to meet him, stroke for stroke. Michael groaned, watching her perfect cheeks bounce with every movement under him, “Just wait, wait until I tell your boss that I took his special girl,” he grunted, the orgasm was right there, under the surface. Just thinking about filling the girl's ass to the brim was enough for his cock to surge and swell, “in her special place.”

The first rumble almost went unnoticed. Michael thought it was the bed, maybe it was just his body about to explode. The pleasure of the girl gripping him, her smooth, simmering skin under him, she was his for the taking. He was in ecstasy, his whole body flooded with it, and the warmth was spreading up and down. The next rumble made both the girl's scream, and Michael wondered if he weren't maybe having a heart attack. He had done a lot of cocaine in the last two hours, even for him. If he stopped and listened to his pulse drumming in his ears, every beat was like a thunder clap.

The next sound was a boom and a crack and Michael fell off the bed when the glass from the window shattered around them. It wasn't his heart and it wasn't the girl. It wasn't even the drugs. Maybe it was an earthquake. Mexico City was known for those, and it was probably the best thing that could happen here that the earth swallowed the barrio up in its entirety. Just as long as he got out of here first. “Fuck, come on,” he waved at Maria and Vanessa, on his way to the door. There wasn't much time, and even if they escaped the room, there was no guarantee that anyplace was safe at the moment, “We have to go.”

There was a church not less than a block away. That would be the best place, “We'll go to the church, we can stay at the church,” he waved to the girls, hollering in Spanish to the two naked women.

There was a burst of light all around them, and Michael didn't understand where it came from. It wasn't outside but it couldn't be inside. It was impossible, but it seemed to almost penetrate them and his skin was bathed in an unfamiliar glow. Michael hoped it was moonlight. Perhaps if he looked up, he would see that the roof was gone and it was only a full moon, playing tricks on him.

It was the last thought that he could remember and then, almost as if someone had turned all of the lights off with a flick of a switch, everything went black.


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The rest of it came back in bits and pieces, and it was only because the agency could neither confirm nor deny the rest of his story that he hadn't been brought up on charges rather than sent to the institution for some “rest.” That's what they had called it, although the hospital was the least restful place that Michael had ever been to. He would have rather been left behind in Tepito to die in squalor than spend one minute in the hospital, strapped to the bed.

It was exactly what they had done to him. The straps around the wrists had been tight although the ones at the hospital were buckles. The ones on the ship had been solid and cold, some kind of metal that had kept his body firmly in place. Michael had opened his eyes and the light pulsed overhead. It wasn't the moon by any means, and he recalled that moment clearly, although there were other moments that he was less sure of. The fingers appeared and the seemed to be glowing, but he thought later that might have been the light behind them. There was still the question about the fingers as well. They were far too long to be any kind of fingers that Michael had ever seen before, but that was what he called them.

They had probed and searched and touched every inch, inside and out and when he recalled inside, his cheeks still burned with the memory of it. When he'd mentioned that particular detail to the doctor, the man scowled and nodded, “Now what are you saying, Michael? That the creatures, you did say that there were more than one of them, correct? So these creatures had anal sex with you, is that it?”

He scribbled madly, that must have been more interesting than the rest of the story because Michael hadn't noticed the man write that much before. “No, it wasn't sex so much as it was,” he stared at the floor and then out the window, anywhere but at the doctor, “being fingered.”

The doctor squinted at him over his glasses, “and what you're saying is that you enjoyed it very much, is that correct?”

He had an orgasm like no other. The exquisite warmth and the pleasure had spread from the tips of his toes to every strand of hair, and he'd been drained of every last drop as the finger found a place inside him that had never been touched before. Just the memory of it made his dick knock. Tucked away in his boxers, under the hospital gown, Michael had almost forgotten his cock since they'd brought him to this place and suddenly he was hard as a rock.

He would never admit to enjoying it or anything close to that, “No, I didn't enjoy it.”

His doctor continued to scribble, “But you did experience an orgasm, that's what you've said in the past.”

Michael sighed, the whole thing was exasperating, and if he wasn't crazy before they put him in the hospital, he was sure that he'd qualify by now. “Yes, of course, I told you that. I came all over myself, but I know that the aliens took my semen, like a sample, you see. They wanted to make me cum because they wanted the sample. But it wasn't the finger really, and who knows, I mean I was with the two hookers just a few minutes before that and I was almost ready to cum then.”

The doctor gave him half a smile and raised his eyebrows, “Yes, so you say, the two prostitutes that you had been doing cocaine with at the hotel. Neither of which were ever found, neither was the hotel for that matter.”


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