The Delivery

Note: Not one of my commissioned pieces, but a cool piece and an inspiration for my story. Credit: faustie.com


Sal called out, "Anderson delivery is up." That was my delivery. I went into the kitchen to grab the pizzas. I tried to ignore Sal as he stared at my chest. He was such a pig and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was creepily staring at my tits I wondered if he even knew what my face looked like but I was positive he could pick my boobs out of a lineup he stared at them so much. I hated this job so much. Not that I ever had illusions that delivering pizzas for a summer would be fun; I guess I just didn’t grasp how much it would suck. The pay wasn't great and I mostly relied on tips. And most people were lousy tippers. One top of that I came home every day smelling like pizza grease. I would immediately jump in the shower but I always felt like I never got rid of that damn smell completely. And on top of that my boss was a pig who eyed my like a hungry dog. I hated the job but I needed the money. I should have looked for something in the mall, but instead I was delivering pizzas, and having to ignore Sal as he constantly stared at my chest. I took the pizzas and quickly turned around to head out. I was sure he was staring at my ass but at least I didn't have to see that. I was so sick of his creepy staring that I was actually looking forward to the summer being over and I could go back to school.
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I stepped outside and ran to my car. It was pouring rain. Just another reason to hate my job right now. I quickly loaded the pizzas into my car and jumped inside. The pizzas were covered by the insulated delivery bag and would be dry but I had no such protection and was soaked in the few seconds it took me to get in the car. When I got back I am sure Sal would love to see my soaked clothes clinging to my skin. I drove to the Andersons, cursing at the crummy windshield wipers in my car which did very little to keep my windshield clear of the pouring rain and made visibility very poor. Fortunately the drive was only a few minutes. And at least it was the Andersons. I knew them well; they were frequent customers. The Andersons always tipped well so I was always happy to deliver to them. I am pretty sure one or both of the Andersons had high paying jobs. Their house was huge and their two daughters, who were a year and two years younger than me respectively, went to my high school, and everyone at school knew the family was wealthy. I was pretty sure they didn't have to hold a crummy summer job like me.

I pulled into their driveway and fortunately had an umbrella in my car Still, it was hard to hold the umbrella, open and close my car door, and carry the pizzas all at the same time so I was even more soaked by the time I got to their door. I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, Mr. Anderson opened the door. As soon as he did, I should have noticed something wasn't right. He seemed nervous or stressed but it wasn't any of my business. "Hi Mary, I left my wallet upstairs, step inside and get out of that rain and I'll grab it." His voice seemed agitated but I didn't really catch it at first.

"Oh that's OK, thanks but I am soaked I don't want to drip all over your floor," I replied.

"Nonsense," he said. "Please, come in, I insist. I won't have you catching pneumonia on my floor's account." Normally I would have been reluctant to step into someone's house but I had delivered to the Andersons so many times, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Or so I thought. I stepped into the house and immediately a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and began pushing me further inside. I knew immediately that I was in danger and I screamed and dropped the pizzas and tried to pull away but whoever held me had a strong grip and despite my struggles, easily pushed me inside further. I heard the front door slam shut as I was dragged through the foyer of the house and into the kitchen. I started thrashing around and yelling as I was pulled in and lifted up onto the kitchen counter. My captor spun me around and sat me down on the counter so I was facing him. My shouts and screams immediately stopped as I started in shock at who… or rather what, had grabbed me. Whatever it was, it was not human. The thing somewhat resembled a human. It stood six feet tall and had a humanoid shape, a torso, arms, legs, and head. But that is where the resemblance to a human ended. The creature wore no clothes and its skin was wrinkly and was a pale gray, almost white. The skin reminded me of that of a naked mole rat and it made this creature look ghastly. Its ghastly head didn't improve its appearance. Its head was larger than a humans with a giant bulging forehead. The back of its head was elongated and cylindrical and it narrowed to a point at the end, almost reminding me of the shape of the heads of one of the creatures from the Aliens movies. Its eyes were sunken into its head; they were narrow slits mostly concealed by the flesh around them but under the flesh in the narrow slots I could make out pitch black eyes. Its nose was nothing more than a small ridge with nostrils. Perhaps the scariest part of the creature's face was its mouth. The mouth was easily three times the size of a human's, proportionally large for even its oversized head and was filled with what appeared to be rows of large razor sharp teeth, like a shark.

Finally, the initial shock over, I let out a frightened scream. Suddenly two more of the creatures entered the kitchen. One of them grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I looked around and saw Mr. Anderson watching in terror, tears streaming down his face. What were these things? Why had he set me up? Where was his family? Suddenly I felt something tugging at my jeans. My gaze turned to the creatures and I realized one of them was pulling them off. I cried out and tried to pull away but the one creature held me firmly. The third creature leaned down and began untying my sneakers and then pulled them off. My jeans were pulled down my hips and legs then off completely. "Please what are you doing," I cried, fearing the worst, but the creatures ignored me. Soon one of the creatures was pulling my shirt up over my head. As the shirt was lifted up over my head and covered my face I was temporarily blind to my surroundings but I felt hands peeling off my socks. The shirt came off and then my bra was unsnapped and pulled off. I was sobbing now, so terrified that I was frozen in place. One of the creatures pulled my panties down and off and I was now sitting naked on the counter.

Mr. Anderson still watched, I could see him trembling with fear. One of the creatures continued to hold my shoulders, keeping me pinned to the counter. The second slid his hands under my knees. He suddenly pulled them up so my knees were up to my chest and then pushed them apart. This left my vagina completely exposed. The third creature kneeled between my legs and I started to cry harder. The creature opened his mouth and a large tongue snaked out. The tongue was easily three or four times the size of a human tongue and its shape was not like a human's it was long, and almost prehensile in the way it snaked around. The creature leaned in and I could feel its hot breath on my pussy. I tried to pull away but the other two creatures held me down firmly. I cried out in terror as the tongue slowly moved towards my pussy. I gasped when I felt the tongue insert itself into my slit and began to slide up and down. The creature moan and pulled its head away. "She tastes delicious," the creature said. It's voice was high-pitched and raspy but it spoke with perfect English. The creature then leaned back in. It reached with its hands and pushed the outer lips of my pussy apart and then dove in again, its tongue sliding up and down between the inner lips. My pussy began to feel tingly. Not from arousal at first, the tingly sensation was some sort of a reaction to the creature's saliva. The creature's tongue pushed in deeper and I whimpered, humiliated and terrified, as it lapped at my pussy. The creature's tongue pulled back and then began flicking and teasing my clit. I realized quickly that, in spite of being horrified and repulsed at what was happening, my body was reacting to the stimulation. The warm tingly sensation was no longer just the a reaction from the saliva and I realized in horror that I was growing aroused. The tongue slid down from my clit and then the creature began to push its tongue into my pussy. The tongue began pushing in and out rapidly, as it fucked me with its tongue. Then it pulled out and returned to my now swollen clit. I let out a sob, humiliated. My body was betraying me, I did not enjoy this at all, and yet the arousal was building and building. Within a minute, I felt wetness begin to build, not from the creature's saliva but my own arousal. My loins burned and the wetness spread and spread, and the creature began frantically lapping it up. "Her nectar is perfect!" the creature called out before it dove back in, lapping at my slit, then teasing my clit, then forcing its tongue inside and fucking me with it. The tingling increased, this was like no arousal I had ever felt before, it was unnatural. I sobbed in humiliation, realizing in terror that an orgasm was approaching. I was going to cum from this, the thought was humiliating! 

Suddenly the first orgasm hit me, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me. As I orgasmed the creature eagerly lapped up the juices from my pussy flowing and then once again pushed its tongue in and out of my slick throbbing pusssy. I came for a minute, two minutes, maybe more, my body was trembling and waves of pleasure continued to hit me as the creature lapped at my pussy and took in my juices. Though my body was reacting, in my mind I was disgusted by the creature and even more so that my body was reacting this way. The orgasm was the most intense I had ever experienced, seemingly unnatural, which I assumed was caused by some combination of the creature's unnatural tongue and the strange tingly saliva. The orgasm finally ended but the creature kept working me with his tongue, teasing at my clit, lapping up and down my slit until suddenly I climaxed again, shuddering and shaking. That orgasm barely subsided before another hit me. Then another and another. This went on for twenty minutes or more before finally the creature pulled away. I was panting, covered in sweat. The creature frantically licked my inner thighs and the crack of my ass, sucking in all of my "nectar." My clit was throbbing and swollen, now actually sore from the overstimulation and I was glad it was over. Or so I thought. The creature switched with one of the others and the next one dove in. I let out a wail as its tongue began working my pussy. My clit was aching but in spite of the soreness the arousal quickly built. Within a minute I was weeping in humiliation as I began to climax again. The second creature worked me with its tongue for close to fifteen minutes and brought me a dozen intense orgasms and then it switched places with the third who did the same. 

By the time the third creature was done and slurped up the last of my "necter" I was drenched in sweat and panting, out of breath. My clit was swollen and sore and my pussy and thighs tingled intensely, almost burning from the saliva of the creatures. 

Suddenly Mr. Anderson spoke, his voice filled with fear and desperation. I had forgotten he was here and had watched this. "Is she acceptable? Please I can get you two more, I will do as I promised if you let my family go…"

One of the creatures turned to Mr. Anderson. "This specimen will do in place of one of your daughters" it said in its raspy voice. "You had better hurry and deliver two more if you wish to spare the other daughter and your wife." The creature then turned and grabbed me by the hair and roughly yanked me from the counter. "We shall bring her down to your family now, hurry human and deliver us the replacements."

Mr. Anderson nodded his head. "I… I will call my secretary, she is young and quite pretty. I will tell her it an emergency and get her over here…"

The creature ignored him and dragged me through the kitchen to a door. He opened it to reveal the stairwell to the basement and he dragged me downstairs. In the basement I found the rest of the Anderson family. All three females were standing against a wall. All three were naked and each had one of their hands buried between her legs, rubbing frantically. They were all crying while they fingered themselves. Two more of the creatures stood in front of them, the one holding what looked like a whip. The reason the women were pleasuring themselves became apparent when one of the Anderson daughters slowed down. The creature with the whip drew his hand back and sent the whip flying towards her. With a loud crack it struck her across her chest. The girl screamed and the creature growled "Quicken your pace, slave!" Crying, the girl began rubbing herself more frantically. I was pushed towards the wall and lined up next to the other three. The creature who escorted me growled angrily "Do as they do slave, pleasure yourself and produce more nectar!" I looked at the creature, wide-eyed. Suddenly there was an explosion of pain across my belly as the whip sliced through the air and struck me. "Now slave!" growled the creature with the whip. Sobbing, my hand moved down to my swollen aching clit and pussy and I began to rub and finger myself. I had orgasmed so many times already and my clit was so over-stimulated and sore. But I kept going, not wanting to feel the whip again. The creatures watched us, occasionally letting the whip fly to encourage us. Suddenly one of them approached one of the Anderson daughters and knelt down between her legs and began lapping at her pussy, groaning in satisfaction as it lapped up her "nectar." It then returned to its position and the girl was instructed to resume rubbing herself. As the rest of us continued to masturbate the creatures would occasionally crouch down and slurp and lick up the juices from us, and then the cycle would start over again. This went for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly I heard the doorbell upstairs.

I heard the door open and after a few moments I heard a woman scream. She continued to cry out and scream for several minutes but then grew quiet. As I listened I apparently grew distracted and I suddenly felt an explosion of pain across my left breast as the whip struck me, encouraging me to hasten the pace of my masturbation. A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and the creatures were dragging a naked woman behind them. She was perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties, and quite pretty, and I surmised she was Mr. Anderson's secretary. The creatures pushed her next to us and she was instructed to pleasure herself like us. 

Mr. Anderson had followed the creatures downstairs. "Please, give me more time and I will find you another." One of the creatures spoke up, in its raspy voice. "No human, we have given you enough time, we must return to our world.""Please," Mr. Anderson pleaded. "Please I can deliver you another!"
"Silence, human!" growled the creature loudly. "Be lucky you have saved two of them. This one you just delivered us will serve in place of your wife. And the other one will replace one of your daughters. Choose which daughter you wish to keep and we shall take the other."

Mr. Anderson's eyes widened in horror and he shook his head. "No, please don't make me do that," he stammered.

Mr. Anderson's wide began to sob. "Please take me, and let my daughters go," she whimpered. The whip flew and struck her across the chest. 

"Silence! This slave here has replaced you not one of daughters. Choose which daughter we take human or we shall take them both!" the creature warned. Mr. Anderson was now crying too and for a few moments he looked back and forth between his two daughters. Finally he looked to the older of the two. "I am sorry, Katie," he whispered to her. Then he pointed to the other. "P..please spare Samantha." Samantha and Katie both joined their parents in crying. I realized that I was crying too, caught up in the horror of this situation and the horrifying choice Mr. Anderson had to make.  

"One of the creatures stepped forward and grabbed Katie's chin and pulled her head up to look into its eyes. "Now you know your father loves your sister more. But do not worry, we will be taking your sister too, and your mother. All of you shall spend the rest of your lives together on our planet as our livestock, producing nectar for us like the cows serve you on your planet."

"You promised me! You said if I delivered you replacements you would let them go!" cried out Mr. Anderson. The creature who was closest to him grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up into the air. "You are a mere human, you are nothing to us, and we do not have to honor any deal we made with a mere animal!" He turned to his fellow creatures. "Shall I kill this one?"

"No," responded another. "Let him live." That creature then turned to Mr. Anderson, who was gasping for breath. "We have given you this gift, your own life. Now human, we shall return to our world with these slaves. I suggest you come up with a story to explain to your human authorities why your wife, daughters, and these other women have disappeared. You of course can tell the humans about us but we both know they will not believe you. I advise you to come up with a better story or you will be accused of killing them." The creatures laughed. Mr. Anderson, began to thrash around and the creature holding him swung him around and smashed his head into the wall. He let go of Mr. Anderson and he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious. "Let us return to our world with our new chattel," the creature said. it walked over to a closet and opened the door and as soon as it did a bright blue light poured out from inside the closet. It was so bright it was almost blinding to look at. "Quickly, the portal may not be open for much longer." One of the creatures stepped towards us, holding what looked to be small sacks. It leaned forward and pulled one of the sacks over Mrs. Anderson's head and I realized they were hoods. I was next and soon my head was covered and all I could see was blackness. I felt my hands pulled forward and tied up. "Put them in a coffle," one of the creatures said. I felt my hands pulled up as the rope was fastened to something and all of a sudden I heard a crack of a whip and a cry from one of the Anderson girls and I was suddenly pulled forward, moving blindly towards what I assumed was the portal.  

All of the women were crying as we were lead to the portal. I had no idea what exactly was in store for me through that portal. Apparently my "nectar" would be harvested and whatever that entailed, it was sure to be horrifying and humiliating. A few hours ago I had hated my job delivering pizza. Now I could only dream of smelling like pizza grease, of working for terrible tips, and having my creepy boss stare at my tits. That job seemed like the greatest in the word compared to what was in store for me now. I suddenly felt my whole body tingling. I guessed I was stepping through the portal, to be delivered as a slave for these strange creatures in this unknown world.

THE END