Dive underneath

You make your choice quickly. Backing off into the corner would only guarantee you would get caught by this swinging horror. Your only choice – a slim chance – is to dodge underneath the alien and get out of the room.

Waiting until the mutant beast was reaching backwards with many of its arms, fingers grabbing hold on the criss-cross of metal beams that support the room’s assortment of cables and lights, you dive beneath it.

There is a delicious few seconds when escape seems possible. The door to the corridor is within reach when the weight of the abomination lands on your back. The impact is violent and heavy enough to send you flying, arms outstretched, hands sliding out into the passageway where you could have run from but now the creature has you.

The alien’s ape-like hands grip hold of you. Two on your shoulders, two on your side, four on your legs. It knows exactly how to pin you. It’s big, boar-like head leers over yours, tusks protruding like weapons.

Slapping on the ground and trying to push up does nothing. It’s not just the weight on your back but the strange combination of creatures is using its alligator-like tail as a counter measure. You scream and it roars back, a wet blast of air that smells foul and sweet at the same time.

Squirming and wriggling does nothing. The alien-mutant has hands free even as it holds you down. It’s almost as if hunting humans is exactly what this horror was designed, or bred, or evolved to do.

Crying does nothing. Tears stain your cheeks as you feel your clothes tighten, rip and then the cold station air prickle against the skin of your back. The beast’s ape-fingers are ripping your clothes open from behind, peeling them off your body like a hungry man might peel a banana.

Cocks. Many cocks. All shapes and sizes. The creature lowers itself down, pressing its belly against your exposed back, but and trapped legs and you can feel them all – many cocks scattered haphazardly along the underside of its belly. Each one stiffens up, growing fat against your flesh as the alien prepares to fuck you.

The largest cock, two-thirds of the way down the strange alligator-like body, slips between your legs. The mutant-ape hands pry your legs further apart and you’re helpless against the beast’s strength. It could kill you. It could crush your head into the station floor. You’re certain of it.

It’s fear of **** that keeps you still. Black, heart-stopping fear floods your heart even as the knobbly cock stabs violently into your cunt and you’re penetrated by the horror.

Some of the cocks on the beast’s belly twitch and cum. The warmth of alien-spunk oozes on to the bare skin of your exposed back. It thrusts again, a powerful thrust of its animal-like hips and the fattest cock it has rams between your folds.

Panting, snorting, the alien-horror picks up its pace. It squirms, you squirm and more belly-cocks come. Sperm begins to puddle around you. A scaled ballsack slaps against your legs as it thrusts.

The boar-head roars again, filling the otherwise quiet space station with the sounds of its success and your humiliation. Hands free, you reach up and grab the tusks, holding on for dear life as your body begins to betray your mind, succumbing to the strange pleasure as the hybrid-horror bucks against you.

A moan of delight escapes your traitorous lips. A stream of seman trickles into view by your face as the beast roars again, impaling your captive body on one of its cocks. Harder, you wish, faster you hope with some part of your mind even as you fight down against the revulsion of what’s happening to you. Won’t this ever end?