Station-X (QC & Sanoci)

[Jinxed]

Kayla Grace couldn’t believe it. After so many years of dreaming and fantasising, she was finally at Station X, the galaxy’s most infamous, decadent and luxurious pleasure station. A brothel, in other words. She wandered the luxurious apartment she had been assigned to for the duration of her stay. It had everything she could ever need, a huge bed, fully kitted out living arrangements and even it’s own private pool. But all of this was pretty standard for Kayla, daughter of a business magnate on earth. When her parents passed away in a tragic accident she had not only inherited their wealth but also their business empire. When the young woman wasn’t working she was enjoying a life if luxury, decadent parties and extravagant events. However there had always been something missing. Her parents were rather… conservative. They believed in traditional couple, none of the interspecies relationships that were all the rage out in the galaxy. Any mention of Kayla leaving Earth for any reason was immediately shot down out of fear she’d be seduced by some vulgar alien. Little did they know she often used to sneak out of her room at night, visit her girlfriends and watch the latest interspecies pornography, videos of gorgeous women being pleasure by all manner of alines. That is why Kayla made her way to Station X, only months after losing her parents. To fulfil all of her deepest darkest fantasies.

The main attraction of the apartment for Kayla was the terminal by the front door for ‘room service’. She wandered over to check it out, scrolling through a list of aliens, each accompanied with an image. These were the more humanoid, less beastly creatures the station had to offer, with more than a few ‘pure’ and genetically modified humans in the mix. After all, human females were renowned in the galaxy for their compatibility with the other species, as well as how pleasurable they were. As tempting as it was to have a couple of aliens come to her room and lavish her with attention and pleasure, Kayla had other plans. She had one particular fantasy above all others that she wanted to fulfil; it wasn’t overly original or inventive, but she didn’t care.

Throwing on a casual outfit of short shorts, loose fitting tank top and sneakers, the young woman left her apartment. Every aspect of the space station was incredibly modern and luxurious. Corridors were lined with art work; decadent and sexual. Workers walked the hallways, offering help and services to the customers, whether it was to fetch a glass of wine, order some food or accompany them for some sexual release. As she passed dozens of other rooms and apartments, Kayla imagined there were all manner of lewd activities going on inside and was amazed that she couldn’t hear any of it.

Making her way downstairs, Kayla left behind the living areas and came to one of the main reception areas, where several humans and aliens were booking services and entertainment with the gorgeous receptionists. Kayla approached a desk and smiled at the blue-haired human on the other side, unable to resist admiring the low cut top that showed off her seemingly perfect breasts. The woman paid no attention and returned the smile.
“So, how can I help you today?”She asked.
“I would like to… get fucked silly by a tentacle creature.” Kayla said blurted out. It felt surprisingly good to admit and the woman behind the desk chuckled.
“Excellent choice, if you’d like to make a selection.” She said, gesturing to the holographic display that popped up between them. There were dozens of choices, ranging from human-tentacle hybrids to sentient plants, hive like serpentine creatures all the way to huge, writhing masses of tentacles.
“What would you suggest?” Kayla asked, causing the receptionist to grin wildly.
“Well my first tentacle experience was with this guy,” she began, selecting what appeared to be the largest creature on the list, a writhing mass of what Kayla estimated to be hundreds of tentacles. “If you want a memorable experience, he’ll give it to you. He communicates telepathically and will give you everything you want and more. I’d say go for him, jump in at the deep end.” Kayla grinned and nodded.
“Let’s do it.” She said. After tapping on her computer, the receptionist gestured to the door behind her.
“The cost has been taken from your account. If you’d like to step into the elevator, it’ll take you too his habitat.” Kayla thanked the woman and stepped in. For several long moments the elevator sped along up, down and sideways until finally it came to a stop. With a nervous breath, she opened the doors and stepped into the tentacle monsters habitat.
“Hello?” She called out, unsure of what to expect.

 

[Sanoci]

Vice governed the volition of sentients throughout all forms, discriminating against no species. Civilization's oldest profession reigned supreme, skipping past the scientific and historical relevance in discovering the vast worlds beyond the scope of all but the most creative minds which envisioned otherworldly creatures mirroring the lonely homo sapiens in sentience. Statistically, human trafficking in its barbarous practice for slavery produced approximately within the hundred billion range within the twenty-first century alone with a few billions contributed to legal pornography. Passed the technological advances shared that accelerated the longevity of humans, perversion into foreign drugs and sex were riveting markets if one ignored the lust for warfare. Recognizing the affronts towards peace, Station X became a sanctuary amongst all, regulated, safeguarded, even manufacturing it akin to Earth's Switzerland as the only place of neutrality. Having one momentous pervert and genius with insufferable amounts of resources kept all these factions whether governmental, underworld or in-between appeased to achieve such dreams that plenty would formerly say wasn't plausible. New markets were booming, nourishing funds into companies so interspecies pornography despite how outlandish became one of the greatest revenue streams with endless kinks and possibilities.

Another sexually filled adventure habitually an inaugural event became the norm for the musing being of darkness. The receptionist... Tasha this Earthling declared herself as tended to sample the exotic services occasionally. Needless to say it left enough of an impression, and a cautionary tale for only the lewdest beings male or female...mattered little though the women often suppressed lust internally until reaching Station X. A bleak atmosphere, everything more or less submerged in a black biomass protruding a moist environment as his race enjoyed it most. Vyy'mow'tth were apex predators and an abomination of hundreds of tentacles the width of fatty vines by default. Composed of a black slimy ductile material, Vyy'mow'tth can rapidly shift and contort into different shapes and forms at incredible speeds primarily a monolithic orb of writhing tentacles guarding its luminous violet core measured to over 300 centimeters. Psionically gifted they utilize this for communication and senses as traditionally known senses were foreign to their species. Black ichor enveloping the room kept it comfortable, dampen and mostly dark with exception of dimming lights for the sake of the customers.


Zzz'luth'kin bore peculiar behaviors not anticipated in what the earthlings have detailed as a walking hentai monster. Vyy'mow'tth procreated exclusively in isolation from most groups by the borders of their world, extremely carnivorous seeing the single-minded beings unlike its hive-like mind of unity as inferior...sought out to manipulate or as a source of food. No one knew how they bred...but it was horrific to anyone who studied them extensively. Needless to say, no one was foolish enough to test them, territorial and ravenous to a fault. Mellow with it hyperaggressive diet extended towards interspecies sexuality, Zzz'luth'kin was one of a kind proven thus far with the Cephalopods centric species even wary of their presence. Not even a decade has struck yet for Station X or this council with Earthlingkind. These squishy single-minded ones helped strengthen some relations, brought more warfare in others but mostly streamlined the internet......receiving a copious amount of free time to study the anatomy of his customers excruciating some might notion.

" Hello "

Musing no longer he purposely merged with the black biomass accumulation the surfaces of the moist floors, walls, and ceiling leaving one feel entrapped. Attraction barely registered on the person, basking in the experienced which was rather appropriate for an intergalactic sex worker. Most did for numerous reasons with preferences lingering. Zzz'luth'kin however, basked in molesting and pleasing his customers wholeheartedly unless they lack the orifices...those select few were dull yet were never a threat to be eaten like the rest. At the epicenter of this foreign darken room were the lights to an expanding bed seemingly meant for a giant. A comfort to them more than it. Whenever she reached closer to the bed itself, the psionic mass of tentacles sprung from the walls, grasping her limbs in a powerful hold. Appraising the customer tentacles perfectly shifted like a sticky measuring tape, assessing her breasts, mouth, ass, and other significant parts as some kinky bondage was bestowed.

" Earthling..this Vyy'mow'tth is not here to feast..its to study, study all of you before I ravage you as I expect you want. Might lack talking momentarily..but we are linked for now. I can hear you..the inner you " , slithering those appendages in her mouth, some slipping past the barrier of her clothes to grasp her breast and ass, others gently to the puckering hole and lower lips without penetration to gauge. Much was awaiting this one who entered its domain, obviously wanting by proxy or else the earthling made a grave mistake. The hyper-carnivore of a species traded its eating habits for sex.

 

[Jinxed]

Oh, this is so weird! Kayla thought as the alien spoke in her mind, the black mass forming around her as she approached the bed. The young woman’s heart was pounding with nerves and excitement. She kept expecting to wake up back on earth. But no amount of pinching seemed to wake her up, so she concluded that she definitely wasn’t dreaming. She was truly here to fulfil her deepest, darkest desires. Judging by the size of the shifting black biomass, she wasn’t going to be disappointed. She watched as it took shape, it’s form shifting, leaving her feeling trapped. In any other situation she would be panicking, trying to escape. But she had paid for this, wanted this, desire this from the darkest recesses of her kinky, depraved mind. Kayla was aware of the Vyy’mow’tth. Specifically she was very aware of the intergalactic porn that one or two of them starred in. She had’t seen many of them, but the ones she had were without a doubt some of her favourites. The first time she watched a human female get ravaged by one, she had spent hours watching it over and over, hands between her legs, wishing that it was her in the video.

As the mass of black tentacles sprung from the walls, grasping her limbs, restraining her, Kayla gasped. A moment of fear fluttered inside, but then a smile crept onto her face as the black, sticky tendrils began exploring her body. It felt as if the alien was sizing her up, taking her measurements. Then she heard the voice again inside her head, explaining that it was studying her before it would ravage her. Kayla could feel her arousal between her legs and instinctively opened her mouth to speak. Before she could form words, one of the black appendages slithered into her mouth. There was a moment of panic, before she remembered that the creature was telepathic.

The young woman did her best to focus and push all the lusty thoughts and images from her mind. So you’re studying me eh? She thought as the black tentacles slid under her clothes. It felt as if she was being held and caressed by a hundred pairs of hands. Hands all perfectly formed to the curves and conjures of her body. She could feel her nipples hardening in the alien’s grasp, a wetness forming between her legs as more tendrils gently brushed against her lower lips and her puckered rear hole. Kayla was tense with anticipation. Do you like what you see then? She asked tentatively, unsure of what, exactly, a Vyy’mow’tth would find appealing in a human female.

 

[Sanoci]

' Magnificent this flesh of yours is '

Ferrying those depraved thoughts into the lewd mind of his patron for this evening, the mass of tentacles gestured subtly towards itself to begin the sexual subjugation. Ironically people pined for this experience minimizing much of the oppression behind the slimy tendrils as they diverged apart to assault her gleefully. Goading her mouth by forced insertion of one of the obsidian moist tendril sautering her vocal orifice, practicing the illustration of the Earthling's male anatomy by mimicking what those of earth called oral foreplay or specifically a blowjob. Studying copious hours, observing how they cradled the testicles of their mates, playful nips, even adventurous undertaking of engulfing the members whole. Each incident here differed, ensuring it never maintained a predictable pattern.

Constricting her form by the equivalency of bondage, breast coupled and traced by the tentacles resembling a kinky bra. Sparing no hints or mercy in its aggressive attention to her body, the foreign entity gripped her crotch by the bindings capturing essentially a cameltoe if the flesh was see-through by the tight pressing of the numerous limbs in possession. Assertive, Zzz'luth'kin spread her legs further with her body maneuvering closer to a leapfrog. Wrists and ankles were bound together, her perky ass and lower lips up in the air, just begging for wanton entertainment. She would gradually feel the tugging of her articles of clothing diminishing, surprisingly not shredded off.

This creature took its time with her, sensuously locking each of her limbs into place. Lurking in the darkness were more tentacles, fabricating something to leave mirth for this woman in attendance. Curling and twirling rapidly, Kayla by some means perhaps a telepathic nexus note the artistically crafted cock out of the smaller appendages of tendrils. Feasible for entry, manufactured to nestled in her with a bulbous ridgy head to make invading something orally an unique encounter. Resting near the groin, the artificial head sprung out miniature tentacles to tease both holes to keep her guessing with arousal growing within her, smelling it and thirsting for her. Prompting this customer, her lower lips completely parted with her asshole receiving light probing to get her puckered hole initiated by contact before possibly ravished.

'Moan for me, suck my tentacles, enjoy it all. Tell me which you crave '