Buffy was bored. Incredibly, unbelievably bored.

It was Thanksgiving weekend, and she was stuck in her apartment at college. Everyone else had left for home the day before. The plan was to use the extra time to get a computer project done. A project due the Tuesday following the holiday.

However, a person can only do so much studying without taking a break. But there was nobody to take a break with! This was a college town, and when the students left, it was EMPTY.

With little else to do, she decided to take a walk. It was a cool, crisp autumn night, part of a glorious few days of pretty weather before the first storms of winter started to move through in earnest. Putting her longish blonde hair into a rough ponytail, she slipped into sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

She hesitated before pulling on the shirt, however. She was feeling somewhat naughty, in that state somewhere between mere excitement and true arousal brought on, perhaps, by her lonely state. It was this feeling that caused her to remove her bra before putting on the sweatshirt, allowing her small firm breasts to move freely, and to feel the rough material against her sensitive nipples as she walked.

With a smile on her somewhat thin lips from the sensations brought on by this, she stretched out the muscles in her long, lean body before setting out on her brisk excursion. She did not get very far.

It was a well-lit path, despite the numerous trees and bushes present, and so Buffy did not feel the need to be especially wary, even though she did carry a tiny bottle of Mace, just to be
safe.

The rapid pace she set soon brought a faint sheen of perspiration to her body, despite the cool November air. It was also in part due to the intense arousal she was feeling from the motion of her breasts under the sweatshirt. The nipples in particular were very erect, and sending tingles down into her groin. A certain moistness was also growing more and more apparent in her pussy, not in the least due to her perspiring, and she reflected that she was going to have to masturbate vigorously upon her return, if not sooner.

Thus distracted, she did not immediately notice the two figures in the shadows of the trees as she moved past. Not that it would have mattered in any case. They swiftly stepped out onto the path, and hurried to catch up to her. They moved quite silently, but some sixth sense warned Buffy, and she turned just in time to see one of the two raise a small, roughly pistol-shaped device, and point it at her.

Before she could do more than draw a breath to run or scream, it emitted a burst of light, which struck her squarely. She fell bonelessly towards the ground, but was caught quickly by another figure. They quickly moved back into the shadows off the path with Buffy´s limp form.

One of the two touched some buttons on another small device. There was a slight humming sound, a brief glow, and they were gone

Buffy awoke from a dream in which she could not move to find that it was no dream. She was strapped, not too tightly, but nonetheless, securely to a high table, not unlike a medical
examining table. Her sweatsuit was gone. Instead she wore a faintly see-through garment of a shimmery fabric. It appeared to be simply a pull-over of some kind, and a detached part of her mind found her appearance in it very attractive.

She jerked at her straps. They were made of a soft cloth-like material, not unlike the simple robe she was wearing now. The stuff was stout, however, and resisted her efforts at tearing.

She desisted, and began to examine her surroundings.

The room was rather large, perhaps 45 feet on a side. She rested on a bed-like contraption in the center. The walls were a soothing blue, not that she felt all that soothed at the moment.

The floor looked as if it were padded with some sort of white material. There was a single door set in the middle of one of the walls. The lighting was recessed in the ceiling and walls, and while the room was well-lit, it was not harsh or oppressive. Couches, chairs and other sorts of comfortable furniture lay scattered about. The overall effect was that of a large living room or den, lacking only wall pictures and a large TV or fireplace to make the scene complete. Despite her scant clothing, she felt warm -- perhaps the temperature had been turned up slightly.

This was like some bad "B" movie like Austin Powers, she thought. She had been kidnapped, brought here attired skimpily, and tied to a bed/platform. This had some unpleasant implications, and Buffy swallowed hard.

Before she could think much further on her predicament, the door slid open, with a *swooshing* sound not unlike what you could hear on Star Trek. Three men walked in.

Sort of men. They were all of average height, but very muscled. Their hair was short and black, their skin...Grey!

A light, charcoal grey. And their eyes were large and oddly shaped. "Japanimation" she could not help but think, despite the bizarreness of the situation. She suddenly realized. She had been nabbed by aliens !!!

As in little green men from outer space! Only these guys were neither green nor little.

"Hello, Buffy," said the one of the...men. She was startled.

"You...know my name?"

"Well, yes. We've been observing you."

"Ob-observing me?"

"Yes. We had to determine if you would be a suitable partner in our study. And we had to wait for a time where you could be brought here for a while and no one would miss you. No need to cause unneeded worry in your friends." The alien's voice was deep and melodious, like James Earl Jones in that movie Field of Dreams.

Buffy wasn't sure about the "Partner" bit, but the alien seemed to be talking in short time spans here, so maybe she wasn't in too much danger, after all. But Jezus, she was talking to real, live fucking aliens !! This was too bizarre.

"Oh, Lord, I'm not sure I can handle this..."

The man on the left hurried forward, with a concerned expression. "Relax, Buffy. We're not going to hurt you or torture you or anything like that. We just want you to participate in our study for a few hours and then you will be returned to your apartment, a bit tired, perhaps, but otherwise fine."

Well that was nice to hear, but; "You're...just gonna let me go? You're not afraid I'll tell CNN or something?" The girl was skeptical. After all, she *was* tied up.

The apparent leader smiled and chuckled slightly. "That's another reason we watched you carefully. You're not the kind of person to do that sort of thing without some kind of proof, and
there won't be any. We aren't allowed to interfere with Earth people any more than to do our studies. We generally just observe."

Despite herself, Buffy was curious. "Study what?"

"All aspects of your culture, history, technology, politics, you name it. It's how we learned your languages, for one thing."

"So why am I tied up?"

"While we can be pretty sure of a person, you can never be certain exactly how they will respond to this kind of situation. We have to take precautions. However, it is obvious that the restraints are no longer needed." He gestured to the one who had not spoken yet.

"Blorg, release her."

"Blorg?" she said quizzically as the man moved to untie her.

"My apologies." The leader (she supposed he was the leader) looked at her. "I am not being polite. That is Dermos. I am Denak. And that, of course is Blorg."

The young girl sat up, rubbing her wrists. "Pleased to meet you," she said automatically. Man, this is weird, she thought.

"So, ahh, what are we studying?"

"Sex."

"Huh." That was about the last thing she had expected, after all this talk.

"Sex. We're very interested in human sex. You people are most amazing in that area. Few races are at once so imaginative and often so suppressive when it comes to sex. This dichotomy intrigues us. We searched about until we found a female with a sufficiently high sexual level to do our study. You."

"Me?" said Buffy in a small voice.

"Yes. It's apparent that you enjoy sex very much. We've observed you during it."

She began to blush tremendously.

"And, to be quite blunt, your form is very pleasing to us."

"You...want me to have sex with you?" Suddenly she was very nervous.

Somehow she did not feel threatened, but almost as if she were worried she might not measure up. Even as she thought that, she wondered why she wasn't terrified or something.

Surely she ought to be! "I… I dunno about this...", she began.

"You're nervous." He said.

"Hmmm. Are you willing to give it a try?" Another alien asked.

My God, thought Buffy. I can't believe I'm doing this. It *is* sort of exciting. I just cannot believe I'm even thinking of doing this...

The alien continued, "There is something we can do. It'll relax you, release your inhibitions. It cannot make you do something you truly do not want to happen. It's not a drug or anything of that nature, but it is effective. Do you want to try it?"

"Sure, why not?" Her mouth had gone very dry all of a sudden.

"Don't worry. There are no side effects." He reached into his robe and produced a small, rod-shaped device and pointed it at her. A red beam of light shot from it to her body. Instinctively she flinched, but there was no pain. Just an oddly pleasurable tingling.

Buffy squirmed. She felt hot, flushed. Her nipples had suddenly grown almost unbearably sensitive. They poked erectly through the diaphanous material of her clothing. She looked at the three alien men. They had dropped their robes. They were uniformly, massively erect. And Boy, were they ever big!

Her cunt twitched at the thought of taking them inside her, and her mouth watered. She groaned and felt a tiny runnel of moisture begin to slither down her thigh from her pussy. She had NEVER been this wet before.

Buffy was writhing constantly now, her slender body becoming moist with a fine sheen of sweat from her inner heat. With some of her last lucid thoughts, the young girl realized that
whatever the alien had pointed at her had brought on this condition of incredible horniness. That should matter, she thought to herself. But it didn't, not now. However it had happened, she was now overcome with lust--she had to be sated, or she felt she would die of horniness.

"Oh, God," she moaned aloud. "Don't just stand there. Fuck me, suck me, do anything you want to me, I need it, PLEASE!"

The trio moved swiftly, almost as if it had been rehearsed. She was swept off the table, the gown whipped off over her head, and she was placed on her knees in the center of the circle they formed around her. Their cocks wagged furiously in her face. With trembling hands, Buffy grabbed the one directly in front of her, and with a hungry moan, took it into her mouth as deeply as she could.

It seemed larger than any cock she had ever seen, It was monstrous. Its heat was intense, and there was a faint cinnamon taste flowing from its tip. She devoured the monster hungrily.

One of the men grabbed her roughly and pulled her off the first cock and onto his own. She sucked powerfully in his prick, not caring at her rough handling, only that she needed more cock!

A finger poked into the yawning wet emptiness of her cunt.

"More," she groaned around her mouthful of cock. Three alien fingers entered her, and another began to stroke her already throbbing clit, smearing her own wetness over it, driving her
crazy.

She switched back to the first cock, savoring its taste, its texture and heat. Her legs were spread, and the man fingering her cunt slid between them and began sucking her hard nipples. The alien whose cock she had just left moved behind her, and inserted his fingers into her cunt, getting them wet and smearing them on her asshole. Buffy shuddered at the triple sensation. She had never engaged in anal sex, always being afraid it would hurt. But now she didn't care about pain--only pleasure.

The bottom man replaced his fingers with his massive cock, sliding deeply into her tight but incredibly wet cunt with one easy thrust. Buffy had her first orgasm.

It caught her by surprise, shaking her, making her groan with abandon. But it did not begin to sate her. She would have to have many, many more.

The third alien began to ease himself into her ass. She held still for a moment, savoring the fullness as the large cock spread her anal tube wide open, much farther than she would have thought possible. The other two men held still for a moment, to allow the lust-struck girl to adjust to the triple penetration--something she had long fantasized about, but never thought she would actually experience. And now it was happening.

The aliens began to thrust, all at once. It was unbelievable. Their hands were all over her, as she began to sweat from the heat and exertion. Her cunt poured forth lubrication on the cock in her, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she continued to suck hungrily. In, and out, the sensations were incredible.

The cock in her ass drove into her, making her firm butt muscles quiver and shake with each stroke. She strove to tighten her sphincter, and the alien shivered at the new sensation. She smiled around her wonderful candy cane.

She came again, pulling her mouth off the cock she was sucking to moan, "Oh God, oh God." To breathe deeply before inhaling it once again, deep into her throat and mouth. They were so BIG in her, so very very BIG!

She *had* to pull off the dick in her mouth to breathe -- *had* to, though she hated to lose it for even a second.

"Fuck me," she gasped, pulling her hair from her sweaty face. "Fuck me !!!" They did, now fast, now slow, now rotating their alien penises to touch every surface of her insides that they could reach. Her universe began to consist of those three dicks. They were the source of all sensation, all existence.

The three continued to pump into her. Suddenly, the man fucking her anus went into a serious of very fast, rough strokes culminating in his orgasm. Vast streams of his semen poured into Buffy. There was a great deal more than what the normal human male could produce. It was also much hotter. This incredible new sensation caused Buffy to orgasm yet again, making her hips shudder violently, her cunt muscles to contract upon the massive
organ there, and causing her to moan around the cock in her mouth.

These caused the other two beings to commence their own orgasms. The vast amounts of cum pouring into Buffy were almost more than she could bear. It flowed back out of her grasping cunt and ass onto the balls of the alien beneath her.

The man in her mouth poured forth a more copious load than she had ever imagined even in her most depraved fantasies. The incredibly hot, cinnamon-tasting spurts seemingly would not stop. She swallowed and swallowed, but much of the cream flowed out of her mouth and down her chin and neck. The man-alien finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and three more massive spurts took her in the face, getting into her eyelashes, smearing her lips and cheeks with cum, joining with that still flowing out of her mouth to fall in great gobs on her breasts.

The other two men disengaged from her, and Buffy flopped onto her stomach on the floor, covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her semen-slick face. As she lay there, gasping for air, cum oozing out of her pussy, ass, and mouth, hips still twitching, she realized that she was not done. Despite the most amazing sex she had ever experienced, she still hungered for more.

Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she looked up to see five more of the massively endowed aliens entering the room. And it seemed there were more in the hallway...

Much of the remaining time was simply a blur, later. But images of the gang-bang (for that was what it was, of course) stuck with her...

With groans of pleasure, the two aliens came, spewing forth onto her outstretched, begging tongue. It was instantly covered with semen. Buffy closed her mouth to swallow the yummy-tasting load, and her lips and chin disappeared under more spurtings from the two massive cocks. As she opened her swollen, dripping lips for more The aliens blasted her forehead and eyebrows with their third shots. The fourth and fifth went into Buffy's mouth, but the sixth overflowed it, causing cum to drool out of the corners of her mouth and down her upturned chin towards her neck. Two more shots apiece followed while she savored the hot flavor of the slimy stuff, and reveled in the warmth it spread through her quivery form, like hot chocolate on a winter day. The last two cum-blasts splashed across her cheekbones and met at her smiling, semen-smeared lips to from a crude white "X".

"More!!!" she called out as the two retreated, hot alien sperm dripping from her chin to coat her firm breasts.

With shudders, the three came almost simultaneously. The tremendous charges smacked into her breasts and belly with noticeable force, sending spatters up towards her neck and down
towards her legs. They covered her with their glaze, the heat burning into her and making her cum again. The muscles of her lithe body stood out in relief against the moisture. She ran her
hands through the stuff, gathering it up and scooping what she could in her mouth, moaning and crying "More!" all the while.

Buffy shoveled it in roughly, smearing it onto her face and chin and neck with abandon.

Another man-alien yanked her hands down and shoved his cock in her mouth, where it hurled forth its load. She could not swallow fast enough to contain it all, her cheeks bulged and more sperm leaked past her clinging lips and down her chin.

She screamed, coming uncontrollably as she was suspended upside down and the alien tongued her vaginal lips and ass roughly, begging him to stop the almost unbearable pleasure and hoping that he wouldn't stop until she couldn't come anymore...

Ten cocks blasted her face with their cum. It was everywhere, her eyes, lashes, hair, chin, neck, mouth. It dripped and ran, covering her face in white, hot, sticky, cinnamony cum.

Buffy gloried in it, moaning like a slut, licking it up and swallowing. It covered her completely.

Then fingers reached her g-spot, and suddenly she blasted off, like a string of firecrackers had been attached to her clit, jerking and sliding on the slick, soft flooring, crying and laughing and coming and coming over and over...

She flip-flopped onto her belly as the aliens disengaged suddenly.

She tried to turn over but was shoved roughly back down on her face. She moaned and humped her slick mound at the floor. Then she felt the hot splashings on her back and screamed in ecstasy as the three creamed her back and shaking ass with their hot cum. They splattered her from neck to thighs with their copious loads, watching as it pooled in the small of her back, forming a steaming-hot puddle which drove her wild with the almost-unbearable heat it seemed to send straight to her clit. They massaged the cum into her skin as best they could, although much simply ran down her sides to pool on the floor with the remains of the other loads of alien-sperm and sweat and human cunt-juice. Buffy came again as three fingers were rudely shoved into her ass.

As the girl stroked herself, smearing the vast amounts of cum and sweat all over her body, pausing now and then to bring some to her mouth, or to deeply finger her pussy for a taste of her own sweet juices, Denak brought in the final touch. Several buckets of “Grak-Beast” semen, which had been collected, frozen, and now re-heated for just this purpose.

Buffy, in her sexual hunger seemed to recognize what they were for and nodded her head, licking her lips and arching her body up invitingly. Each bucket held approximately 1 Earth gallon. There were five buckets.

One by one the alien men approached and poured the buckets of steaming-hot semen on the moaning earth-girl. As the first mass hit her, Buffy exploded once more into a series of shattering orgasms she would not have thought she still had the strength to survive. The cum poured over her body, adding to the already tremendous amount that had been poured there in the last few hours.

It plastered her now-sodden blond hair to the floor, soaking it even more completely than the previous loads of cum and sweat had. It passed over her face, burying it completely under a glaze of white-goo. She opened her mouth to take in what she could, but most of it simply overflowed her mouth and drooled past her lips onto her cheeks and chin, which was quite superfluous, given the great gobs of the stuff being poured there directly.

The mass of sperm covered her small shaking breasts, bringing her nipples to an even more painful state of hardness, draining down her ribs onto the slick floor. The men payed special
attention to her oozing cunt, where the hot liquid stimulated her vaginal lips and clit to even more heights. Much of the hot liquid drained down into the crack of her tight ass, and they continued down, covering each leg and foot in the milky liquid, producing more moans,shudders and shrieks from the lust-drugged girl as they went.

The process repeated for each bucket, including rolling her over twice to cover her strong young back and glorious, quivering ass.

When it was done, Buffy was little more than a quivering mass of cum. She looked like a snow-man in the winter snow !! It drooled out of her pussy, ass, and mouth. It covered her entire body. Her once-blonde hair was soaked with it. Tremendous rivers of the white goop covered her face, dripping in gobs and forming strings to her breasts, drooling with spit out of the corners of her mouth, dripping off her lips, which she still tried vainly to lick clean. It caked her breasts and sparse pubic hair, pooling in spots on her stomach. Strings of semen ran along her fingers and arms, dripping off onto her body and the slick floor.

Slowly her orgasm diminished, the quiverings eased, and the moans were replaced with satisfied sighs. The tension fled the young girls's lithe, cum-soaked body, and she relaxed on the soft, wet floor of the room. Well over fifty of the alien men had fucked her, been sucked by her, and had spewed their cum on and in her some more than once. The sex madness which had so consumed her was now gone. She was satiated.

The near-unbearable sensations, pleasures, and exertions she had been through the past few hours now began to catch up with her. Buffy was exhausted. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, with a smile of satisfaction on her jism-slick lips.

She was gently picked up and taken to the vessel's infirmary, where she was gently cleaned, her skin carefully oiled with moisturizers and softeners, her hair neatly combed, and dressed in a soft, loose fitting robe and placed in a room to sleep and rest.

Eventually, she awakened and was taken to see Denak.

"Well?" asked Denak with an arched brow.

"I...I loved it. It was so, so *animal*, so spontaneous. I never thought I could do something like that, ever. But it was amazing."

"I am glad. You did look like you were enjoying yourself."

Buffy blushed. "I still can't believe it. I should be mad at you aliens. You said nothing about a gang-bang," she continued.

"...but I enjoyed it so much," she ended in a small voice.

"Partially that was the Deinhibitor. But it merely allows desires to surface. It does not create them." He told her.

"Now what?" asked the girl.

"Now," replied Denak, "We send you home. Our study is complete now that we have the data from the orgy." He smiled. "I suppose we could send you a copy of the final report if you like."

"I think I would. Does that mean...you'll be coming back?" She tried to sound nonchalant.

"I'm sure we will. Or others."

"*Others*?" Buffy's eyes got big.

"Certainly. Many races of our federation study Earth. I'm sure you will get to make some new friends in the coming years."

"Oh my God !" Buffy realized this could be the start of something quite literally out of this world. Interplanetary Orgies! Even as she stared back at Denak, nervous at the thought of other aliens desiring sex with her, she had to admit, that if they were all as exciting as this, being and intergalactic guinea pig was not such a bad thing to have as a hobby... @

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