The Volunteers
Chapter 4
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A close-knit neighborhood gathers for a Halloween party hosted by devoted community organizer Sarah Whitaker. The celebration takes an unsettling turn when mysterious newcomers arrive and give Sarah an unusual necklace, hinting at a sinister secret beneath their friendly appearance.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Aliens Pregnancy
Sarah’s POV
I am in a very submissive position, waiting to be taken by a man for the first time that I remember. I know that I was put on this planet to be in this position as I eagerly wait to be taken and turned into a mother. I don’t know who I am or how I got here, or what my purpose is at that moment.
My hips continue to vibrate, and I am eager to be taken. His hand that slid up my ass gives me a hard smack, and I moan even louder.
John: “I am sorry, but I do not do foreplay. This is a way to protect my relationship with my wife. We don’t see this as an open relationship or cheating, but as a way we do business. We just get the benefit of children we get to play with as part of that business.”
I don’t understand why he hasn’t started yet. Then I feel it; the spongy tip starts to spread my lips apart. I know what is coming, but nevertheless I am hit by my first orgasm as he fully plants himself inside of me.
John: “Oh, while I don’t do foreplay, I will look forward to playing with my volunteers. Here you are, on your knees, eager to please me as you wait to receive my firstborn child. That child will be male, and he will dominate the female earth women as he goes through them to further spread our gene pool. You will be the first and, in a way, lead to the downfall of your men, as no man will be able to compete with a male with our DNA.”
I am lost in the throes of pleasure as he continues to drive in and out of me. His dick is not the largest I have had, nor is it the thickest. Instead, it feels like the walls of my pussy are heating on their own, and my never-ending, all my never-endings are being connected to a battery that is driving me crazy. Every couple of strokes, I hit another orgasm, and they continue with the next hitting before the last has fully stopped. I feel like I’m about to drool as my legs and arms start to get tired, like I am running low on energy.
John: “My wife is eager to see you with child. She is watching you fall further under our control and is eager to see the outcome of this endeavor. Why don’t you shake your ass to say thank you to her? She also sent you a dessert that will be here shortly. I think you will love it, and I know I will.”
I hear him tell me to shake my ass, and I do so, shaking it in a wide circular motion to get the most of him driving into me. I feel like I am starting to black out when he grabs my hips and, with one final hard plunge, he plants himself deep within me, and I feel the warmth of his sperm start to spread within. I have one last major orgasm and feel like I temporarily black out.
I am out no more than a couple of seconds when he slaps my ass and tells me I need to move if I want my dessert. He helps me up on my wobbly legs, walks me to a wall behind a privacy screen, and has me sit down. When I sit, I feel something enter my pussy, and it starts to vibrate, giving me more pleasure, but at the same time I feel like my energy levels are slowly returning. He grabs my discarded clothes and places them on the floor beside me.
John: “This gadget is a special treat; it will reenergize you by working on your blood to boost your body’s energy, while also vibrating at just the right frequency to not just make you overly horny but prevent you from orgasming. At the same time, the frequency is used to open your uterus to allow those special sperm to more easily invade and attach to your queen. Now, sit here quietly and say nothing. You are about to see your dessert.”
I sit there, and I feel my mind start to come back to me. I remember what just happened and the pleasure that I received, but I am starting to remember Mark and my children at home for the Halloween party. I remember the things John has done to me, and that I am likely now with child, John’s child and not my husband’s. Before I have time to think too deeply about it, I hear John’s doorbell ring. He pinches my nipples one last time and smiles as he walks around the privacy screen and heads to the front door.
As the mental fog lifts, I am starting to remember my surroundings. I did not remember this privacy screen being here when I first entered the room, and from this side the screen is transparent. I can see out, but I am guessing no one can see in. Then I feel a shift in the frequency that causes me to bite my lower lip and want to moan, but for some reason I cannot make any sound.
I close my eyes to try to deal with the heavenly feeling between my legs when I start to hear voices. I start to panic, thinking that someone will enter and see me naked, filled with John’s sperm and sitting on a vibrating dick. This is not the place to be for the neighborhood mom to be caught doing these things. I try to get up, but my body still refuses my command, and I still cannot speak.
Just then, the voices are getting closer, and I go wide-eyed as I realize who is entering the room.
John: “Well, thank you, Anaya, for stopping by and reminding us it would be best to get back to the party. I am sure Jane was excited to send you out.”
Anaya: “Uh, my mom is the one who sent me over here. She said we were closer in age, so it may be easier to relate and welcome you to the neighborhood.”
As I watch, Anaya suddenly uses both of her hands to push her hair behind her ears. I remember earlier tonight, back at the party, when I did the same thing and wondered how weird that was. We were both doing the same thing; maybe it is something she picked up from me while growing up, and I just didn’t notice it before today. I am lost in thought, but come back to myself remembering I am naked, sitting on a vibrator in the same room as Anaya, and I have no control. The pleasure is still there, building and ebbing, preventing me from full release, but some part of me is getting more excited as I am worried about being caught.
John: “Ah, Anaya, perfect timing. I see things have progressed well. It is good to see you have been volunteering to help Jane and me with our business. I must say that the necklace picks its wearer, and you seem to have a bright future with us. Since you are in our home, we are going to do things slightly differently. Why don’t you go to the center of the room, and we will begin.”
Anaya: “Uh, Mr. Smith, my mom just asked me to come over here and try to have you rejoin the party. I don’t think I can help you with your business tonight. I am supposed to invite you and then head home to grab my sweatshirt and go back to the party.”
John: “Anaya, as I mentioned earlier, Jane is the one who sent you over here. I am sure Mrs. Whitaker will enlighten you tomorrow on what has happened and what is to come. She was, after all, the one who nominated you to be a volunteer. You really need to thank her; go ahead, I can wait.”
Anaya: “Mrs. Whitaker is not here, Mr. Smith. I will thank her later since she helped me get this beautiful necklace.”
While she was talking, she moved to the center of the room without noticing.
John: “Oh, I am sure she will be ecstatic about the necklace you received; it is different from hers, after all, but I believe yours will fit you well. Now, I want you to take off all of your clothes so that we can begin. We have a lot to do for your first time, and not a lot of time to do it in.”
I see Anaya’s eyes grow large, and she starts to sputter, but at the same time her hands look to move of their own free will, slowly removing her Jasmine costume that had her look just like her mother.
Anaya: “I don’t understand. Why am I undressing? I cannot help but do whatever you say. I don’t want to get undressed, but I feel compelled. Please don’t make me do this, Mr. Smith.”
As she finishes, the last of her clothing starts to fall to the floor. She has some small tears rolling down her cheek.
John: “Don’t worry, Anaya, by the time things progress too far, you will be a willing participant. You would want to come just as much as Mrs. Whitaker if she were here. Why don’t you stand in front of that mirror there and look at yourself. Cup your breasts and feel how heavy they are in your hands. Look at the pussy that you shaved, I am guessing for young Jacob to eventually enjoy.