The Adventures of Sage Tumbleweed Ch. 02

In Adventure 1, we find our intrepid agent, Sage Tumbleweed, on the trail of the alien infiltrators plotting to exploit Earth's resources. Galactic immigration was getting out of control.

Regardless of campaign slogans and the usual rhetorical nonsense of devolving politicians, many earthlings were not happy with the current state of affairs. Simply, the alien confederation lied. An early moto, "To Serve Humankind", turned out to be a red flag for early exploitation.

Like locusts, they swarmed in and contrived a number of conspiracies. Consumption was huge. With a gluttonous global culture, humans naively became acquiesced. Naturally, politicians were easy, since most elected officials were con artists by trade and practice. Yet, the real horrors had only just begun. The early warnings signs were there. Some fought back by various ways and means. Regardless, "To Serve Humankind" was nothing more than a ruse.

In general, the plan was a cookbook of sorts. You could serve up people in various ways. From culinary delicacies, to slavery, as a cheap workforce, humankind represented a harvestable commodity. Not only that, but the planet contained other vital resources. For some factions of the galactic federation, earth possessed all manner of exploitable wealth. Among the various alien sects, some were cannibals, while a few were necrophiles.

Realizing that the vast majority of humans were extremely materialistic, foolishly superstitious, and overly zealous in supernatural beliefs, such things afforded opportunities for exploitation. As such, infiltrations were straining the Republic's capacity to curtail illicit trade activities. Various lifeforms vied for the planet's vital assets, including human beings. If nothing else, some humans formed secret non-binding intergalactic agreements using commerce as a cover.

Of the most sinister, the rogue galactic scientists saw possibilities for straining the researches of experimentation. Mainly, resistance forces viewed these aliens as pseudoscientists. Immediately, these lifeforms found acceptance among earth's community of psychologists and sociologists. Among the hard-core real scientists, like astronomers, biologists, chemists and physicists, those who rebelled simply disappeared. Fame and fortune favors collaborators. Earthlings, viewed as generally unsophisticated entities, with some exceptions, were consumable. After all, some space factions considered the human species as nearly extinct. In response, a serum concocted by the alien scientists became the alien stupidity virus.

Credit for the conspiracy of the hidden alien agenda goes to the Caduceus faction. Far away in the Milky Way galaxy, the planet Caduceus appeared more advanced than others did. With a few close encounters on planet earth, witless humans worshipped the first contacts as a vanguard of coming salvation. Stupidly, the gullibility of some members of the human race refused to think there could be dangers. As usual, the arrogance of ignorance on the part of the few overwhelmed the greater good in the skepticism of others. The aliens had the advantage.

As space immigrants, human groups hailed the alleged humanitarian efforts as a new kind of cosmic goodwill. At the same time, foolish politicians embraced a no borders special policy. Meanwhile, the aliens remained fascinated in how easy it was to trick the human species. They used several means to breach the cosmos at sub-light speeds. Among the diversity of lifeforms, they were, as Agent Sage would note, the snake charmers, the schemers and the tricksters. However, the hidden dimension meant the future enslavement of humanity.

Very astutely, as our adventurous Agent Sage Tumbleweed uncovered, Caduceans were also ruthless technocrat. With their gadgetry, the found easy prey among earthling youths. Based on her research, Agent Sage found an early reference to this species in an ancient manuscript. In a now forgotten stone-carved text, the ancient Atlanteans warned about the coming invasion thousands of years earlier. Aside from the inferences taken from the creation story, Agent Sage postulated the metaphorical implications of a snake in the legendary Garden of Eden.

These two mystical sources bore the early warning signs. Of this correlation, she deduced the duality of light and darkness to indicate a greater deception at work. To scheme, to plot and to steal, they were an elite force of galactic diplomats. Yet, that was kind. For behind the scenes, they were exceptionally treacherous and considered human a subspecies. Regardless, Agent Tumbleweed worked tirelessly to expose the secret alien agenda for earth. The Caduceans saw a wealth of resources, including humans, ripe for exploitation by any means.

"Geezus," Domina Dr. Schlagenwhip retorted somewhat exhausted. "Oh, that was good."

The mad scientist rubbed her faux cock strap on up and down. Hunching over in a climatic stupor, she panted. As if jacking off a real penis, she toyed with the big black cock, while hovering between Sage's wide spread legs. Her orgasms while fucking the bound Agent Sage sent her into a mindless haze. While trapped in the lair of the Domina Doctor, Agent Tumbleweed found herself securely tied in one of the underground labs of the exotic Botox Organic Gardens botanical emporium. Dr. Schlagenwhip managed the facility on behalf of various benefactors.

To cowardly greedy politicians, the payoffs were extraordinary to look the other way as the conspiracy continued. With that, the investigative expertise of Agent Sage Tumbleweed, she quickly surmised that "to serve mankind" was in reality a cookbook for eventually exterminating humanity. Complicity with intentional gullibility was rampant. Viral stupidity spread widely and rapidly as the global population sank to desperate levels of idiocy. One wiry and spry agent was responsible for exposing the vast nature of the war on humankind by an invasive species.

"You're gonna get yours, Domina," Agent Sage warned. Bound with straps of rubber and leather, she strained her angular fit body. "You couldn't have just asked for a fuck. You didn't have to go to all this trouble to get a piece ass," she taunted relentlessly.

"Sarcastic little bitch," the lean tall muscular Dr. Schlagenwhip retorted to her audience in the room. "She is a good fuck, but it is so much better when taken by force." To those in the lab exam room, she continued with a haughty slant, "Feisty little thing, isn't she?" The domina sneered and commented nastily to the others. "Time for a new fuck. A little gangbang activity. Let's see, perhaps our Agent Sage is ready for that massive horse-like cock of yours."

"Of course, she is," the alien visitor answered with deep guttural tonality. His huge size towered in the shadows nearby. Robed but ready, he added, "You fuck her very nicely, Doctor."

"Thank you." Dr. Domina, sweated drench, rubbed her rubbery penis.

Dr. Domina Schlagenwhip, aka the Baroness, an ardent supporter of the alien alliance, admired her benefactor. Where she was rigid as an iron rail, tall, angular and thin, and possessed a ruggedly dangerous attractiveness, he was huge and ominous. Although dark like a rich velvety chocolate, there were streaks of green veiny lines that etched mysteriously over his skin.

He looked leathery yet fit as a linebacker. His emerald green eyes seemed chameleon-like and his body was massively proportion. As though a bodybuilder darkly tanned for competitive exhibition who overused steroids, Necromon possessed extraordinary musculature. His skin was smooth and leathery like that of a saddle for a horse. At that moment, the Domina's lab assistant seemed drool at the alien's presence. Her expression was that of swooning desire.

"Wow," Dr. Schlagenwhip said with nearly a gasp, as Necromon dropped his robe. She drew in a breath and hungrily added, "Damn, that's one big cock, like a horse's dick."

"Oh no, no way," Sage, still bound and strapped to Dr. Schlagenwhip's red examination bed, muttered groggily but possessed a hint of sarcasm. The drugs still had a grip on her, while she struggled to summon inner resistance. "Where do you plan to put that little thing?"

"Cute, very funny," Dr. Schlagenwhip soured but her eyes sparkled as she admired the alien's massive cock. "Geezus, it looks very similar to a horse dick. Damn, Agent Sage, you're really gonna get fucked now. Keep those legs spread wide and steady, I wanna see this."

Dr. Domina waved her hands in the air. She motioned to her assistant and pointed frantically at the recorder system. Quickly, the rallied around Agent Safe as if to celebrate a cultic initiation rite. Seemingly, a ritual of sorts, Schlagenwhip signaled the android, 4Q, to standby. The doctor's excitement mounted with each moment as the spectacle unfolded.

"Oh, yawn, seriously, I've had bigger," Agent Sage jokingly taunted back at them and mentally attempted to strain against the drug induced paralysis. She did her best to remain in control of herself. She smiled though at the size. "Damn is right. Whew, that huge."

"What did she say?" The huge alien asked the Doc and halted his mounting intentions. "She questioned size?" He hesitated as if insulted, but that was hard to tell. He glanced at the Doc blankly. He gripped the massive phallus. "Bigger than this?"

"Uh, Necromon," the doc started. "She's jesting to stall for time." The Domina turned to her assistant and whispered, "They don't have a sense of humor, do they?" She continued to stare at the big cock. "Yep, they're kinda like the younger generation here on earth. You know, when it comes to innuendo, they're a little stupid, but geezus that is some big dick."

"Like a stallion," the lab assistant muttered with a sly smirk and winked at Sage.

With an icy stare and a hint of excited voyeurism, the Domina stepped closer to the examination bed. Her demeanor, cold as the arctic, Dr. Schlagenwhip's sweat drenched tanned complexion reflected her dripping inner darkness. Sage wanted to know what went on inside the Domina's criminal aspirations. Likewise, Agent Sage used part of her senses to guess at the mysterious thoughts that hid behind the blue eyes under close-cropped blond hair.

Outfitted in her black leather attachments, Dr. Schlagenwhip's nipples hardened at the sight of Necromon preparing to mount the agent. She rocked precariously on her spiked heeled boots. The Domina, the Baroness, the scientist all in one, projected a medieval characterization of legendary vampiric landscapes drenched in blood. In a split second, she motioned to her lab assistant. Her hand wavy indicated she wanted the lab tech on the other side of Agent Sage.

"Release that ankle, I'll release this one," Domina said as she gripped Agent Sage's right leg. "Let's get her spread wide. I want that big cunt of hers fully exposed."

"Wow, she has a really nice cunt, it's big and puffy," the assistant added.

"Hmm," Necromon hinted as he waited hovering massively over Agent Sage. "Good idea, this is what you earthlings call the missionary position. I like it. Helps with the breeding."

"Oh my god," Sage muttered with anticipation. "Oh, what a fine-looking cock," she mumbled under her breath. "Stop please, don't, help, it's huge..." she feigned in fake protest. "Help, oh the horrors of a big dick. Yeah, yeah, size matters, but this, wow, I'm impressed."

"Sarcasm duly noted," the Domina said sourly. "Are you gonna fuck her or what?"

"I'm concentrating," the alien protested and huffed.

While the Doctor and the assistant held Sage's legs as wide as possible, Necromon eased downward until the bulbous mushroom shaped cock head touched Sage's vaginal lips. Sage flinched slightly and gazed at the colossal phallus. The head was similar to a male earthling penis without foreskin. Yet, the rest of the shaft seemed like that of a horse cock. Girthy, muscular and veiny, the enormous prick pressed into her thick meaty folds. Dripping wet, heated by anticipation of a large-scale fucking, Sage watched patiently. Her big oval shaped pubis stretched while Necromon pushed his well-lubed cock deeper inside her.

"Oh my god," Sage muttered with a long hiss of hot breath. "Easy big guy...what the fuck, that is an amazing dick," she whispered hoarsely. "Geezus, its splitting me, goddammit..."

She threw her head back and puffed quick breaths, as Necromon took his time mounting her. His big hands gently held her shoulders while he drove his thoroughbred cock inch by inch into Sage's willing vaginal recesses. She arched her hips and thrust her ass upward. At the same instant, she strained with a grimace to gauge a look at his immense balls. At the base of the massive dick, the alien's testicles were round and firm like oversized greenish-yellow grapefruit.

"Very nice, human females feel tight and strong on the inside," Necromon muttered.

With that, he began to push in and then withdraw slowly, then press back into her. In seconds, he was gradually thrusting back and forth, fucking her with slow easy motions. For each thrust, Sage met him by pushing back along the titanic girth of his cock.

"Damn, oh fuck," She whispered breathily. "You bottomed out big guy."

"Well done, you've taken a lot of my cock," Necromon said calmly, while he paced himself.

"Oh yeah, this is an amazing fuck," Sage hissed out a strained exhale.

"There you go, take his cock, well done, you're getting a premium galactic fucking," the Doctor observed. "Don't think I'd mind feeling that big dick between my legs."

"What the hell," Sage muttered wildly. "I'm gonna cum, damn, I'm having an orgasm!"

Sage slanted her head downward, squinted with strained huffs and watched as the huge cock appendage touched her outer lips. As the bulbous head taunted her flesh with jolts of salacious energy, the penis entered her. Thick, puffy and big, her vagina stretched around the head of the giant dick. Jittery with sexual elation, the domina, filled with a rush of exhilaration, eagerly wanted to help. Dr. Schlagenwhip fetched a tube of clear silicone lube from her assistant, who nearly fainted from her carnal fantasies. The doctor lathered a black gloved hand, rubbed both palms together and spread the lubricant up and down the long shaft.

Necromon sucked in a gasp of pleasure as the Domina jacked his cock up and down. At that same moment, Sage felt the pleasure wash over her as she relaxed her hips and muscles to accept the impaling gratification. A mixture of anxiety toyed amusingly with bursts of ecstasy. Sage sensed the wave of electric tremors heating her body from within. Her consciousness flooded with floating contentment. For Sage, this was what it was all about. This was the adventure she desired, the excitement, the pains and pleasures of living to the fullest, regardless of the circumstances. She joined up with the force in order to explore every aspect of danger.

To fight the good fight, she often reasoned, included the bliss of a good fuck. Her quest was a transformation even though captured and held captive was part of the experience. A journey with one life to live was simply not worth it, without the trials and tribulations of knowing the darkness. While Necromon strained over her, she provoked them with a faint smile and licked her lips. Within the power of her mind, her potency grew exponentially. No pain, no gain, she knew the risks and embraced them. In the depths of her psyche, Sage plotted, schemed and planned her countermoves. She knew her courage would prevail against any evil.

"She's ample," Necromon muttered like horse stallion huffing over a mare. "This one is amazing; she can take it." He pressed deeper and filled up Sage with his cock. "Nice."

"Geezus, she's enjoying it! What the fuck?" Dr. Schlagenwhip marveled and pumped the alien's big cock. She held his huge ball with one hand and pushed the cock deeper. She craned her head toward her assistant. "Release her completely, pull back all restraints."

"Alright, now we're talking," Sage hissed and panted. "Oh yeah, gimme that big dick!" She put her arms around his thickly muscled neck and wrapped her long skinny legs around his waist. At the base of his spine, she crossed her ankles and locked her legs in place. "Oh fuck!"

"She's like a wild cat," Necromon snorted and held her up.

"That's it, you green alien bastard, fuck me with that big dick," Sage yelled crazily.

"Hammer that bitch," the domina clamored. "Fuck her! Wow, that's awesome." She turned to her protégé and added with panting huffs, "You recording this right?"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," the apprentice babbled and rubbed herself between her thighs. She seemed ready to faint from the visual ecstasy she viewed. "Yes, ma'am, the fucking...."

With her arms and legs free, Sage thrusted back at the huge thoroughbred. Humping with all her effort, she met him hard and furious, plunge after plunge. Over her, Necromon puffed like a racehorse heading for the finish line. Pumping deeper and deeper, he bottomed out in the throbbing depths of Sage's vagina. His huge cock was barely inside her ample fleshy tightness. With a clamping vice-like grip, her pubic muscle held on and squeezed snugly. While she tossed her head back, reeling from her thunderous orgasmic shock waves, she sensed his impending climax.

"That's it, steady, hold that rhythm, right there, you got it, fuck me nicely," Sage whispered. "Gimme that big dick, uh huh, oh yeah, you go for it," she taunted and grinned at him.

"You're enjoying this?" He mumbled, barely able to speak. "You're amazing."

"You betcha, you ain't had ass like this anywhere in the galaxy," Sage teased.

Meanwhile, inside her thoughts, Sage worked her mindset on different levels. Fucking was fucking, regardless of the circumstances. To her, this was another unique experience. An alien fucking? Go figure, she reasoned. She experienced a range of sexuality in her background of worldly interactions with others. Men, women, groups, and now this. Sage was a warrior.

"Hang in there you bitch, I wanna do you again," the domina said excitedly.

"Wait your turn, Dr. Bitch," Sage hissed at her. "He's close, any second, he'll blow." She felt the familiar bloating of the massive cock; the alien's quickened pants, and the groaning of his aching muscular strains. "Typical male species," she said with a smirk.

"Here it comes," Necromon muttered hoarsely. "The seeding is bursting." He arched his huge back, flexed the muscles along his torso and held onto the sides of the bed. "Ugh..."

"Go for it, blast that load, I gotta see this!" Sage demanded. She cast her eyes down at her engorged public mound, as the massive cock pumped into her. "Oh, fuck it's hot cum!"

"Geezus look at that," Dr. Schlagenwhip marveled and took a closer look. "Wow," she muttered with a similar gasp from her assistant. "It's gushing huge loads over her cunt lips!"

"Damn," the assistant hissed and rubbed herself to an orgasm. "I came too..."

"Quick, I want samples of that cum, get me a collection tube," domina yelled.

"I haven't had cum like that in long time," Sage commented with sly grin.

"What the fuck?" Dr. Schlagenwhip proclaimed. "How she does that, take all that cock?" She glared at her assistant while the replicant stood mute. "You're having an orgasm!" She bellowed at her lab aide. "Now, really, you're getting off? Grab that wench!"

"Oh, one more thing," Sage taunted the Alien. "Thanks for the fuck."

With that, sage twisted her hips, rotated skillfully and pulled her pelvis out of her cock impalement. Sage's pelvis sank low, while her puffy engorged vagina released its grip on the massive phallus. As her clit rubbed hard against the outer skin of the cock, her butt cheeks tightened to force disengagement. A wet sucking sound echoed from her crotch as the big dick dislodged and hit the surface of the examination table.