Garage

Becky finished changing the bearings on the fuel pump for the diesel connected to number three generator. She would take the fuel pump to the Generator Room in the morning and reinstall it. The station only used one diesel-generator at a time, but without electrical power, everyone would die. Hence, the back-up for the back-up. Every seventy-two hours, one of the idle diesels would be started and the running diesel secured.

Drying her hands after washing them in the deep sink, she turned around and her heart dropped.

There was the creature. Standing silently. Watching her.

The two made eye-contact, extraterrestrial and human, as the creature deliberately approached her. Becky did not try to run, nor did she drop to a subservient position. He wanted to use her mouth and throat, she was going to make him work for it.

She yelped when she was yanked down to her knees and her jaws unceremoniously pried apart. Although she knew it was useless, she still tried to fight him off, slamming the edges of her balled up fists against his thighs. At other times she would press her open hands against his pelvis and push back as hard as she could.

All to no avail. The creature just kept a tight grip on the top of her head and her jawline and fucked her throat like it was a pussy. His swinging balls slapped against her chin as his belly flattened her nose on his forward thrusts. It was only those brief periods when he fully withdrew from her and she could gulp in air that prevented her from losing consciousness.

"Awk!" she murmured around that thick cock when she felt him starting to unload. He kept his dick buried deep within her throat, cutting off all air, as he emptied out his balls. It was now a race between his nuts getting drained, and Becky's oxygen supply running out.

She just barely won the race that time. Barely. As the creature departed the garage, Becky remained crumpled on the cold, concrete floor. Coughing and wheezing as she tried to recover.