Everything was dark and hazy, and then gradually everything began to brighten up and come into focus.
General Wyse came to and tried to remember what had happened to him. However his thoughts were froze as he realized he was staring straight at a very hard and erect penis jutting just a few inches away from his face. He realized he was on his knees and his legs and hips were spread out almost painfully on the ground. He also realized that his arms were tied tightly behind his back and that he couldn't move. He looked up and he felt his stomach implode as the smirking face of Corporal Al Brock looked back at him.
In that moment it all come flooding back to him. His men had made good time heading towards the outpost, however they soon realized that several of their platoon had vanished. They followed their transponder signals to a dense part of the woods. When they reached the signal they found nothing, until one of them looked up and they saw the missing soldiers being held up off the ground by vines that were snaking from the trees. Before anybody could do anything someone yelled out and they saw as another member of their platoon was snatched up into the air. Then another. Then another. Panic set in as everybody scrambled to try and escape from the vines, but by the time Wyse had reached the outskirts he looked back just in time to see Murasaki get drug off alongside Pickman. And then when he turned back to flee something erupted from the ground and tackled him, and then everything had gone dark.
Wyse felt cool and vulnerable, and to his mounting horror he realized that he was stark naked and covered in some sticky, sweet-smelling substance. He looked around and saw that the rest of his platoon was lined up alongside of him and in a similar position. There were others in the outpost with them. The rest of the inhabitants of the outpost who were also naked like Brock was, grinning and licking their lips at them. And then there were the others. He tried to process what he was seeing. They were plant-like looking aliens, some which were either male, female, or seemingly both. They seemed to look on with bemusement and curiosity, and for others a different look that he found very unsettling.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Brock said to Wyse in a mocking tone.
"What the hell is going on here, you son of a bitch?" Wyse barked out, trying to maintain his composure despite his situation. "Tell me, that's an order!"
Everything went white as Brock slapped Wyse hard across the face. His ears buzzed but he could still hear the entire outpost erupt in laughter at Al's response.
"In case you haven't realized," Brock said wryly, "your rank doesn't mean shit anymore. Not here."
"What the hell do you want then?" Wyse said as he shook his head to regain his senses.
"The native inhabitants of this world are very interested in us." Brock said as he held his hands outstretched and gestured around the outpost. "They want to see more of what we have to offer them."
"And that is?"
And once again the outpost roared with laughter as Al answered by slapping Wyse with his hard cock. Much to the General's consternation the tip dripped cum in small streams over his face.
"The aliens here like to fuck." Brock finally said. "A lot. In fact that's all they do. They like to fuck each other, and they especially like to fuck us now that they've gotten to know the Human race. And now they wanna fuck YOU."
Wyse felt an inhumanly large and rough hand come from behind and begin groping his cock and fondling his balls. It dawned on him that during this whole time he had been hard. Fingers peeled back his foreskin and began rubbing his tip, and much to his confusion he felt moisture dribble from it.
Next to him, Murasaki cried out as Adonis came from behind and began rubbing its fingers deeply between her slit. It seemed quite fixated on her pussy. "This one has a magnificent bush of hair down here." Adonis mused, almost transfixed on her pubic hair.
"She's an Asian; they have a lot of hair down there if that's your thing." Brock said.
Pickman then squirmed and mewled beside him and Wyse saw that the one that was groping his own dick was also groping the Commander and it seemed to be comparing them.
"I never had you pegged for a fag, Corporal." Wyse grunted out as his cock was examined by Strom. Brock just stood their and grinned at him, and Wyse noticed something that appeared to be like thick dust floating in the air around them. He was feeling funny, and tried to keep his focus by needling his captor.
"So are you a top or bottom, Al? How many cocks have you sucked since these aliens made you their bitch?" Al seemed unfazed by his insults and just kept grinning as Strom continued to examine him. He felt strong fingers begin grinding his nipples and he winced and whined as he kept goading Brock on. "You were always a weak-willed bitch, Al! You were never going to amount to anything so it wasn't hard to get you sent here, because nobody was going to miss you, you little-"
He yelped out as his tirade was interrupted as something long, hard, and huge speared into his ass. His back arched and went rigid as he took Strom's huge girth deeply into his anus. The tip probed and prodded deeply against his insides and the stimulation he was feeling was overwhelming and defied description as Strom began driving into Wyse like a jackhammer. His insides were being stirred up and he screamed and cried as he was being robbed of his anal virginity. He bent forwards and laid his head on the earthen ground silently sobbing as he was humiliated in front of everyone in the outpost.
What seemed like an eternity must have passed, though it was only about a minute, and then he saw Brock sit crosslegged before him and move in enough so he could take helpless General into his arms. Brock was no longer smiling but instead had a look of genuine sympathy as Wyse felt his ass almost split in two from the barkskinned alien's harsh treatment. Past Brock he could see several other human and alien men, their cocks either hard or flaccid, and yet as his body was being rocked by Strom's motions, he couldn't help but become transfixed on them. He felt his cheeks flush red and he suddenly felt almost drunk.
He looked down and saw Brock's cock erect just mere inches from his face. His body was undulating from the fierce fucking he was getting, and he felt his cock slap painfully against his groin as Strom grabbed Wyse by the shoulders and pushed his face into Brock's lap. He began groaning loudly as Strom speared into him even more deeply than before.
"How does it feel?" Brock asked him.
He rocked harder and faster and it felt as though the alien's girth only seemed to swell inside of him. He began to hear words come out of his mouth that didn't seem like his own, and it was almost like he was having an out-of-body experience at this point. A pure wave of euphoria came over him and he began speaking over the fucking he was getting. "Oh god it feels so good. My ass is so full and my dick is ready to explode."
He felt his ass being swatted by the alien behind him. "I am Strom. I am the leader here. You and your people belong to us now. We live only for pleasure, and you will pleasure us. And in kind we shall pleasure you. But in your case you must earn that pleasure, do you understand?"
