Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2015 14:42:28 +0200
From: Commander Chief <CommanderinChief@gmx.com>
Subject: Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

By Commander in Chief


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Part 3


     It seemed the examination was not yet over. A second tentacle emerged
from the space above our heads. It had the same black leathery look, but a
thinner, flatter end, more like a belt or strap. It might have been part of
the same organism, or it might have belonged to a different individual - I
had no way of knowing. I watched, fascinated, as it moved towards me, the
tip slowly coiling and uncoiling. It disappeared from my line of sight, and
I felt it touch the skin near my biceps, then wrapping around, encircling
my arm above the muscle. It felt warm, and it pulsed slightly, squeezing
the muscles under my skin. At the same time, I felt the restraints at my
wrist and elbow loosen. Experimentally, I slowly tried flexing my arm. Yes!
I could move it - only ten centimetres or so, but it was something.

     But before I could try anything else, I felt a faint buzzing in the
muscles my arm, just below my shoulder. I tried to move my arm again, but
this time, nothing happened. I could still feel my fingers, but it was a
weird sensation, like you get if you sit in the wrong position for too
long. Then there was a distinct tingle, and my arm flexed, coming up hard
against the restraints. Another tingle, and my arm relaxed. A slightly
different tingle, and my arm extended, rigid. Damn! Somehow it was
triggering the motor control nerves in my arm! A tingle in a different
place, lower down, and I felt my fist clench. I tried to move my fingers,
to sign to Red, but it was as if my arm belonged to someone else. This went
on for about 20 minutes or so as the new tentacle explored the complete
range of motions of my arm and hand - bending, rotating, extending
everything that could move. When it was done, I felt the wall restraints
tighten back up against my wrist again, and it released its hold on my
biceps.

     I watched with interest as the new tentacle swung away and repeated
the experiment on Red. In his case, it loosened his arm restraints
considerably, at one stage completely releasing one wrist, the coils
silently unwinding and disappearing into the wall behind him. I somehow
hoped that he might be able to free his other hand. . . and. . . then
maybe, I dunno, with both hands free, he could have used his bear-like
strength to tear the other bindings off, and then who knows what might have
happened? But the nerve-tentacle retained complete control, and he was as
powerless as I had been to do anything of his own volition. It spent a fair
while longer testing him, trying out more complex movements, especially of
his hand and fingers. And then it came back to me, and gave me another 10
minute work-over. Finally it was done. Once we were both secured, it
disappeared back into the space above our heads.

     The first tentacle was still hanging in the chamber. Well, not hanging
exactly, since that implies a degree of passivity, whereas it had seemed to
be. . . well, almost watching what had been happening. I hadn't seen
anything that looked like eyes on it, but then again, who knows what alien
eyes looked like? It definitely seemed to be alert to what was going on,
even if it wasn't moving around. But now it moved towards Red, and I
wondered what new experiments were about to be inflicted upon us.

     It moved closer to his face, and hovered just below his nose. And then
it drew back, as if preparing to strike. But it did nothing more. Instead,
yet another tentacle appeared from above, indistinguishable from the
first. It looped down until it was about a metre away, and level with Red's
head. And then to my shock, it gently squirted something directly towards
the centre of his face. In the zero-G environment, the clear liquid quickly
formed into an uneven blob about the size of a large grape. Red closed his
eyes and mouth as it splattered against his face. Most of the blob
immediately broke up into smaller blobs which ricocheted off, but some
stuck to his moustache. It squirted another grape-sized gob towards him,
this timed aimed a bit lower. Again, most of it bounced off harmlessly, but
some stuck to his beard, forming tiny jewel-like beads. Red signed me a
quick OK. Whatever the alien gunk was, he hadn't ingested any.

    The tentacle then turned towards me, and I pressed my lips firmly
together, bracing for what I knew was coming. I saw a thin slit appear
right at the very tip, and form a small `O' as it squirted a jet of the
liquid towards me. I closed my eyes, and so I felt, but did not see the
glob hit my face. Not having any facial hair, I was unable to prevent some
of the liquid that had hit me from touching my lips. I tried not to let any
of it seep into my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw a few wobbly blobs
floating away.

     What happened next was predictable I guess - an inevitable consequence
of human physiology and our evolutionary history. We can close our mouths,
but not out noses. The tentacle got right up close, positioned itself
carefully below my nose, and squirted a jet of liquid directly up one
nostril.  I don't know what it's like to drown, but the sensation of
something going up my nose and down the back of my throat was awful. I
spluttered, still unable to properly control my tongue. I expelled most of
the alien fluid in a violent cough, but some went down.

     Water. It was just water. Maybe a hint of something else, something
vaguely oily, but nothing I could identify for certain. And suddenly I
realised how thirsty I was, how dry my mouth was. Maybe the thing WAS still
intending to kill us, but without water, we would die in a few days
anyway. I opened my mouth, hoping it would understand that I had changed my
mind, that I would cooperate.  The tentacle backed away from my nose, and
cautiously approached my open mouth. It hesitated. Shit! Was it afraid that
I would bite it? Now that I had had a sip of water, I was desperately
thirsty. I opened my mouth again, this time as wide as I could. The
tentacle slid slowly into my mouth, pushing down slightly on my tongue and
coming to rest before it touched the back of my throat. I was careful to
keep my teeth well clear - never mind how ET might react to a bite,
ingesting alien tissue would almost certainly trigger a violent response
from my immune system. I felt it pulse slightly, and a cool jet of water
squirted into my mouth. But without control of my tongue, it hit the back
of my throat, instantly causing me to gag. The tentacle quickly backed out,
and between paroxysm of coughing and spluttering, I saw Red flash me the OK
query. When I got my breath back, I gave him the thumbs up, and then opened
my mouth again. The tentacle slid in again, and this time I closed my lips
around it, making a seal. Another jet of water. Same result. It backed off
again, as if considering the situation.

     It was a fast learner. I felt the pressure of the restraint around my
neck ease, and within seconds, feeling returned to my tongue. I opened my
mouth once more, inviting entry, and finally, with proper control of the
muscles in my throat, I was able to swallow the water in two gulps.  It fed
me another 12 or 15 mouthfuls, waiting between each for me to swallow. Then
it withdrew and turned back towards Red, but not before I felt the wide
collar of the restraint tighten around my neck again.

     Red must have been as parched as I was, because it had even moved, he
had his mouth open like a baby bird begging to be fed. As I watched him
being watered, I thought about the feel of the tentacle in my mouth. It
wasn't hard - I had felt it flex slightly with every squirt of water - but
it certainly didn't seem soft, like a sponge. Was it an animal, as I first
thought; or were the tentacles actually prehensile tendrils belonging to
some sort of intelligent plant? Tubs would have a field day.

     Tubs! With a visceral shock, I realised that apart from when I had
first seen Red in the darkness, I had barely given a thought to the rest of
my crew. What kind of self-centred jerk was I? Where were Dan, Pauli, Jorge
and my old school buddy Tubs? Were they still on the ship, planning a
rescue mission? Or had they been captured just as Red and I had been, and
were right now somewhere close by, perhaps just a few metres away? There
was a third option too of course, but I didn't want to think about it -
even if it was a distinct possibility. They could be dead.

     I looked towards my XO again, wondering what he knew but was unable to
tell. He was still being watered, and the sight of him - naked, outspread,
lips stretched wide around the black tube - was both repulsive and
fascinating at the same time. Unable to look away, I felt my dick rise to
attention, and I desperately tried to think about something else. Reciting
the periodic table in my head seemed to help - by the time I got to the
Lanthanides, Red had finished drinking.

     We were left alone for a time, the tentacles withdrawing again into
the space above our heads. I dozed, and might have slept for a while. When
I woke up, I had the overpowering urge to piss. I held on for as long as I
could, but eventually I was unable to stop a few small squirts from
escaping.  The instant the globules hit the opposite wall there was flurry
of activity. Four or five thin tendrils whipped out, and immediately began
vacuuming up the residue of my stream. A few seconds later, a bigger
tentacle emerged and snaked down towards me. I watched the end open up like
a flower and then I felt it on my cock, closing and grasping the shaft! The
sensation was somewhat like wearing a rubber - I could feel it against my
skin, and although it gripped everywhere, I could feel it particularly
against the sensitive skin of the glans. I guessed immediately what it
wanted, and with a sigh of relief, I let my bladder drain into the alien
tube. It seemed to place a high value on harvesting as much piss as
possible because as my stream weakened and then stopped, it gently pumped
my dick to get the last drops out. The rhythmic pressure on my cock was
suddenly all I could feel, and I started to harden in response.

     Another tentacle appeared and snaked towards Red, but my attention was
firmly on the one that was gripping my stiffening cock. I'm about average
size, although maybe a bit thicker than average, and as my dick reached
full hardness, the tube felt considerably tighter than it had before. It
continued its gentle pumping action, a wave of pressure that started at the
base of my dick and ran all the way up to the tip, repeating every 5
seconds or so. I closed my eyes and drifted on the feelings emanating from
my groin. The sensation was undeniably erotic, a bit like slowly jerking
off using just your finger and thumb, but just as that thought crossed my
mind, it released its hold, apparently satisfied that there was no more to
collect. I opened my eyes again, and saw that Red had also thrown a
boner. His shaft was glistening with some sort of oily residue, the sheen
of it catching the light.

     Thinking about what had just happened, how the tube had felt against
the skin of my dick, how much better it had felt when I got hard, and how
much I had enjoyed the slow milking, I felt my face flush with shame. What
sort of pervert gets off being wanked by an alien? But then Red caught my
eye, and I saw that his face too was a deep shade of red, the colour in his
cheeks almost matching his hair. We looked at each other - just, looked -
for a long minute. And as I stared into the eyes of my fellow captive, I
sensed an unspoken signal passing between us, and the feeling of shame was
slowly replaced with one, if not of calm, then at least of acceptance of
our situation.

     It didn't seem very long before I was thirsty again, although I might
have dozed off again, in which case it might easily have been hours - there
were no visual clues such as changes in the ambient light to mark the
passing of time. I was unsure of how to summon the `water' tentacle, so I
simply opened and closed my mouth like an idiot until it appeared. It
released my neck restraint, and once again I felt the gelatinous tube
invade my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. This time I found it easier to
keep my teeth covered, and I was able to control the flow a bit better by
creating a partial vacuum. When I had had enough, I pushed the tube out,
and firmly pressed my lips together to indicate that I did not want any
more.

     At this point, I fully expected to be left hanging on the wall again,
but to my surprise, a number of tentacles looped out and quickly wound
themselves around my wrists and ankles. I couldn't feel them, but the
restraints on my arms, legs and head must have retracted back into the
wall, because in an instant I had been flipped upside-down and was being
whisked upwards and away, the tentacles tugging alternately on my wrists
and ankles and preventing me from spinning. I caught a glimpse of Red
staring desperately in my direction - the movement must have woken him -
and I caught another fleeting image of what appeared to be a dark tunnel
branching off to one side, but the chamber was very quickly out of
sight. Another set of tentacles curled into view and grabbed me. I was
flipped ninety degrees, and pulled in a different direction. After the
fourth transfer, I was thoroughly disoriented. So much for all my training
and experience - without any external references, I was unable even to fix
a direction as `up'.

     However, within a few minutes, I had apparently reached my
destination. I was stabilised in place, with steady tension on my wrists
and ankles keeping me spreadeagled. I was still a captive, but at least I
was not as severely restrained as before, and I was able to look down at my
feet and across to my hands. The black coils were about as thick as my
thumb, and each was wound two or three times round. They glistened with an
oily sheen. I experimentally tried to bring one arm in towards my torso - I
managed a few centimetres before running out of give. The tentacle quickly
pulled my arm out again, stretching it uncomfortably before easing back.

     "OK", I thought to myself, "point taken".

     While I was still testing the bonds at my wrists, I felt my legs being
pulled wider apart. Another tentacle snaked up from below, and as I looked
down, it looped around my cock and nutsack. Slowly it pulled them down and
away from my body, testing the limits of my flesh. It made another coil,
closer to the base, and squeezed, just a bit. My cock immediately started
growing and thickening. It squeezed again, a ripple of pressure that I
could feel, and my cock rose to full mast, the head hard and shiny. I
pushed my hips forward, and moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

     "Uhh, ooh, gawwdd"


to be continued