Spacegirl and the Sex-Drive Part I
The young Asian girl let out a long,slow moan. Her athletic body writhed and turned in a futile attempt to free herself from her unearthly captors. Her arms were held over her head by cruel unyielding tentacles, and her back arched as her pelvis was savagely, mindlessly explored . Her olive skin glistened with the sweat of her efforts, and her moans came quicker and louder. It was clear that, despite herself, the monstrous pseudopods were arousing the helpless earth-girl's passions; her movements became less strenuous, and her pelvis began to move in rhythm with the monsters frenzied gropings. Her lustful moaning was cut off by yet another tentacle, which she eagerly sucked on as it sought the depths of her mouth and throat. Her eyes became glazed over as an unspeakable pleasure overwhelmed her ravished body. She gave one final cry of passion, muffled by the alien appendage, and surrendered to her climaxing lust. There was a searing burst of light. . .
It was here the video tape ended. Dr. ZhiloBahd was impressed. He had watched over 80 hours of videotape, all of them ending the same way. A young girl is savagely raped by sex-crazed aliens, but the attack is ended by the same burst of energy that leaves the aliens dead. The same girl every time. The girl known as Spacegirl. He had been studying this alluring subject for sometime now, and he was still amazed at her sexual endurance. He had watched in awe as she fucked a band of space-pirates to a standstill, experiencing climax after shattering climax, and still begging for more. His eyes widened as she outlasted a grevidorian constrictor, a snake-like creature infamous for attacking women and trying to force its 30 foot length as deep into their sex as it can: after taking (and enjoying) more than should have been possible for a human woman, Spacegirl had succeeded in dislodging the culprit and shooting it with her laser pistol. The list went on and on: criminals, animals, monsters of every conceivable description had violated that perfect body, and she seemed none the worse for wear. Indeed, he had ample evidence that she took a perverted, if reluctant, pleasure in her abuse; more than one tape showed her screaming for more. He had come to the conclusion that the young agent was literally insatiable. He had reached other conclusions as well.
Dr. ZhiloBahd was the newest addition to the ADD research division. As an expert in xeno- and exo-biology he was considered to be an invaluable asset in the fight against the alien sex-trade in human females. He had already, in his short tenure with the agency, developed various toxins and weapons for use against space-pirates, as well as treatments for the unfortunate women who had been ravaged by them. As part of his research he was given access to the agency's most classified files, and this included the video tapes he had spent the last four days pouring over. He was one of a select few that were allowed to view the outrages inflicted on the agency's top operative, outrages recorded by space-pirates as they raped Space-girl, or set various animals on her.
These tapes would fetch a high price on the black market, and would seriously damage the reputation and effectiveness of the agency. And so they were held in great secrecy. Most people, even within the agency, didn't even know they existed. So the good doctor was risking his reputation, his job, and his freedom by secretly copying these tapes and spiriting them away to his private office. Dr. ZhiloBahd had both a secret and a plan.
His secret was that, despite his human appearance, he was himself an alien, the same kind as the agency was sworn to fight. While he did not in general share his race's insane appetite for human females, he did not see any great need to curtail their activities. He joined the agency for only one reason: access to the advanced ADD technology. This would let him carry out his plan.
He put in another tape. Here Spacegirl was being ravaged by a pack of saurian canopods, an animal that was like a cross between a wolf and a lizard. Scaly prehensile tails kept her arms immobilized and her legs spread, as long, salivating tonges insolently violated her dripping pussy. The drooling beasts covered her supple breasts and firm belly with what seemed like gallons of viscous saliva, as dull teeth gnawed and pulled at her distended nipples.
The beasts did not wait to take turns; three or four at a time helped themselves to the pleading young girl's ample charms, penetrating her mouth, her ass, her pussy with tonges, tails, and phalluses. Then after hours of such harsh treatment (with several dozen brutes having their way with her) the moment arrived: Spacegirl had slowly, so slowly, been building towards orgasm during the assault. Finally, with a wild, guttural cry, that seemed to be ripped unwillingly from the depths of her soul, she came. Once again, there was the bright light. The doctor stopped the tape. It was hard to make-out; the energy burst that killed the aliens also destroyed the video equipment, making retrieval of the tapes difficult, and finding usable footage even more so. But he could see, on this tape as well as many of the others, that the energy had a characteristic pattern. It emanated from the base of Spacegirl's skull and quickly expanded outward, destroying just about everything in its path.
What could one do with such a powerful, focused and portable energy source? This was the the question he asked himself over and over. First he would need more information. He did not know if he could discover the source of the energy, or the exact circumstances under which it was released. He did not know about a lot of things, he thought as he looked at a photo of Spacegirl. But he would enjoy finding out.