Data Collecting
Blinding lights, metallic walls; although it seemed like an isolated room in a hospital or an underground facility, there was something off about it, as if there was an element that didn't belong to this world.
A closer examination of the wall could reveal that the substance that they were composed was unidentifiable, a material that seemed too advanced for the world and reality that was known, for now.
Derian was trapped in that room, tied to what seemed to be a smooth, flat table made out of the same material. His arms and legs were held in place, and even his tail was tied to the surface, as it could have done anything to prevent anything. Then again, it was a long, fluffy wolf tail; perhaps it could have blocked or hindered the process, whatever it could be.
The fact that he was nude was a bit strange, but this wasn't the first time he was waking up nude in a strange place; perhaps this was something he had to work on, but for the moment, this wasn't an important element...
Looking around, he gave up struggling as he noticed that his restraints were made of the same substance; there was no point in wasting strength, as it would provide nothing in return except fatigue and a possible sprain.
What was he doing here, anyway? He had no recollection of indulging in anything that could have provoked this sort of situation. He needed to wrack his memory, to try to remember what happened...
He could remember a strange light, a sensation of paralysis and then, nothing else; it seemed like whatever happened was either too much for his mind to bear, or he was knocked unconscious.
Although he didn't want to believe it, it was pretty clear that this was a case of abduction and that he was the was main victim. He had the feeling it wouldn't be long before he would meet those that perpetrated such an act.
However, as the thoughts formed in his mind, he heard a strange noise, as if something was sliding open. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but since he couldn't observe his surroundings, there was a chance that something was indeed happening.
Waiting a moment, he noticed that a strange device was rising from the floor, one that seemed to have an obscure purpose, for the moment. Maybe with time, its true nature would be revealed, but for the moment, it was standing there, a simple column of metal.
Perhaps it was just to observe him, the reactions that he could have while strapped down on a table. Although he had no clue what objective it could serve, he wasn't the one that started the process...
Suddenly, the column activated itself, as if something or someone engaged a mechanism that had been set up, a command waiting to fulfill the operation that it was programmed to enact in the first place.
He observed, his heart racing, as a strange serpent-like extension moved out of it, topped with an protrusion that had a very familiar shape to it, although there was something special to it.
In front of him stood a tentacle, composed of the same material that the room was built from; the top was shaped like a shaft, with an exotic air to it. It was the first time he saw one like it, but he was sure that in the galaxy, it wasn't an uncommon model; perhaps it was how the ones that abducted him were equipped...
There was a moment of silence, as the tentacle waited in front of him, perhaps awaiting orders. Although he wanted to believe that it would end there, he knew that it wouldn't take long before it would fulfil its purpose.
But as he prepared himself for what was going to happen, the wall opened, revealing what appeared to be a passage. He looked at it, for a moment, wondering what would use it to enter this room.
He closed his eyes and reopened them, as he didn't want to believe what he was seeing; he expected some sort of strange creature to show up, so it would study him, but instead there was a robot advancing toward him.
But it wasn't a plain looking robot; it had the physique of an exotic creature, one that had a tail, claws, but also four arms. It also appeared that the desire to make it mimic their creators was pushed to another degree, as it seemed covered with a scale-like pattern.
It advanced toward him, it's strange, metallic, reptilian look filling his gaze for a moment before he turned it away; he had no intention to know what it planning to do, although he needed to...
Even though he wanted to turn his eyes and close them, he couldn't handle being in the dark for too long; the suspense would drive him insane, a state of mind that he could easily avoid by simply looking...
It stopped near the middle of the table and started looking at him; perhaps it was a simple observer, but what was it going to observe, he thought, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.
As his attention was focused elsewhere, he didn't notice that the tentacle was moving again, approaching his tailhole. It took him by surprise as he felt it rubbing against his entrance, teasing and prodding him.
The tentacle's end continued prodding him as he could feel the robot changing its focus, perhaps seeking signs of reaction to the stimuli that he was receiving, which were quite pleasant, if he wanted to be honest with himself.
Without a warning, it pushed deeper in him, making him gasp in surprise; thicker than he anticipated, it gave him the impression, for a moment, that it was a real member, that an alien was indeed penetrating him and not just a simple machine.
The thought of such a scene, to be mounted by a being from a faraway planet, beneath another sun, was quite arousing. Much to his dismay, it was enough to stir his loins into action, his member hardening and rising toward the skies.
As it happened, the robot also moved again, grabbing his rigid member with a firm, yet soft, grip, which was a welcome surprise, for the artificial creature started a jerking motion, as if it was trying to milk him. Or maybe it was just exploring him; the reason mattered little to him, as he felt the masterful caress on his member.
He wondered if it was programmed to feel pleasure, desire or arousal, as it continued stroking him, while the probe pushed deeper, thrusting and exploring what his body had to offer to the sensors that it was covered with.
Pinching his member, the being stopped, leaving him wondering why it would do such a thing, until he saw a translucent tube descent from the ceiling, aimed at his shaft. It didn't take long before it engulfed the tip of his member, the matter that composed it flexible enough to mold itself to his flesh, a strong suction soon following it.
Stimulated in multiple ways, he wondered how long he would be able to last at such a pace, the tentacle accelerating its pace while the robot moved near his head, as if it had a plan in mind.
As he looked, he realized that it was sporting a beautiful shaft, very similar to the one that the tentacle was equipped with. Opening his maw, as the robot grabbed his head, and he started sucking on the presented member, the flavor filling his mind.
The thrusts increasing, while the tentacle pushed deeper, he had the impression that he was about to explode, but didn't want it to end so soon, not when it was getting so pleasurable and dreamy.
However, as he tried to hold it, his orgasm rocked his body, long, warm jet of semen were sucked by the tube, disappearing deeper into the walls, perhaps used for experimentation, study or anything that could come to mind.
It didn't take long before he felt the robot ejaculate in him; the strange, yet flavorful substance that mimicked semen was one that he could get hooked on, for it gave him the impression that it was indeed from a living being, with the aromas entangling his senses.
He thought it would end there, the machines having fulfilled their purpose, but as he felt the robot caress his head, tapping his lips with his shining, hardened member, while the tentacle pushed in deep again, he knew that it was only the beginning...