You look up at the female, who seems to be more in charge. She speaks in a trilling alien laguage which you now comprehend fully. "Drone 001, what is your understanding of our, science, culture and why our mission is needed?"
You bow reverently, replying automatically in the same tongue. "This drone's mind is blank. It is unaware of its origins."
"Well that will not do, Drone 001. Humans are surprisingly sophisticated given their primitive biological makeup and technology. To infiltrate and invade earth we must be more cunning. Come Drone 001, follow me. You may address me as High Priestess Fequix"
"This drone will obey. High Priestess Fequix"
You walk through the ship following the female. You see other rooms with pods and beds, various other humans are being assimilated and probed. In one room what appears to be twin sisters are servicing a male Silurian orally as their fingers explore each other. A man in another pod is being probed anally and orally whilst tentacles squeeze and milk his cock. His eyes turned up into his skull, his face a perpetual picture of bliss. These sights seem to arouse you as you feel a heat grow between your legs.
Sensing this, the female speaks, "You will find the sights quite appealing. Your biological reprogramming ensures this. Whilst sex between others in our species will be functional, we can exchange information and briefly quench our urges that way, it will not bring you anywhere near the pleasure of assimilating humans. Pleasure will be accorded to you when you engage in activities beneficial to the Silurians."
"Yes, High Priestess." You manage to reply.
"Yes, you will soon understand Drone 001. Here we are."
The walls ahead part and both of you enter into another room. Two cradle like chairs sit in the centre of the room, facing each other. Above each chair sits a helmet like appendage, with a writhing wrist thick tentacle between the legs.
"Be seated Drone 001"
"This drone will obey, High Priestess"
You climb into the cradle, allowing the tentacle to enter you as you moan slightly at the sensation. The High Priestess does the same, biting her lip slightly as the tentacle enters her too.
"These are mind synchronisers. It will transfer information from my mind to yours Drone 001, relax and enjoy the process."
"Yes, High priestess."
The helmet lowers and covers your cone shaped head, tendrils from it extend across your forehead as its counterpart does the same. |