”Welcome to our little ‘House of Enjoyment’, Peter. Did my pet treat you well?”

I just stared at her, unable to form coherent words. This young woman was obviously in charge of this scary place. ‘House of Enjoyment’! Enjoyment for whom?

“I take that as a ‘yes’.” She smiled pleasantly. “Do you like the change?” A quick gesture towards my scrotum told me what she referred to.

Not completely sure what to think of the transformation, mostly because I hadn’t had time to think too much about it, I shrugged and tried to look indifferent.

She laughed. The other girls quickly followed. “Peter, Peter,” she said. “You are not in a situation where you can play indifferent. You’re naked, tied up and at my mercy. And, technically, you’ve just been raped. By an alien.”

The young woman let the fact sink in. I had just been raped. Every guy’s dream, they say. Well, by a woman, that is. Guys certainly don’t dream of being raped by a man. But this octopus was definitely not male. So I had been raped by a female. When I thought back on what had happened I could agree that it hadn’t been so bad.

“And we’re not done with you, by far,” the leader continued, a huge, ugly grin on her face. It scared the hell out of me. I suppressed a shiver. “Maybe it won’t be too bad for you. We’ll see. The last one we brought in begged us to stop after just a short while. Perhaps five hours or so. That made it so much more fun and exciting for us.” She smiled as her gaze drifted, remembering.

This time I was unable to suppress the shiver. As I shivered I realized my penis was still hard as a rock, pointing straight towards the beautiful girls. I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life. Tied up, naked, and balls bigger than you can imagine. And all these beautiful, naked girls were staring at me, mostly my erected cock, that is. I felt my face getting hot as I started to feel self-conscious.

The young woman came back to reality shortly after, still a smile on her face. She met my gaze, but she didn’t hold it for long. Her gaze dropped down to my thick penis, and she licked her lips. I turned my head to the left staring at nothing, trying to hold back the tears.

I jerked back in surprise as a hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head to face the girls. “I could say you don’t have to worry, but that would be a lie, and I hate liars.” She had a false smile on her face. “And we don’t want you to relax, ‘cause when you’re tense you’ll cum much, much faster.” A predatory grin replaced her false smile.

As if she’d just remembered to introduce herself, she said: “You can call me Jane.