Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.
Connie dragged Priyanka out of the house, her mother’s protests a faint, halfhearted whisper in the early morning light. She had dressed them both in simple t-shirts and jeans, their hair still damp from the shower, their faces bare of makeup. They looked like mother and daughter, out for a casual morning stroll. But Connie’s grip on Priyanka’s hand was unyielding, her eyes burning with a purpose that brooked no argument.
“Connie, this is a terrible idea,” Priyanka hissed, her voice low as they walked down the street. “We can’t just… go to the Gems. To her.”
“Peridot?” Connie asked, her voice casual. “She’s just a woman, Mom. A very knowledgeable, very willing woman.”
Priyanka’s cheeks flushed, a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. She had barely slept, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and arousal and the ghost of Connie’s taste on her tongue. The idea of facing the little green alien, of having her witness this twisted, incestuous debauchery, was a horror she couldn’t bear.
“She won’t judge us, Mom,” Connie said, her voice soft but firm. “She’ll understand. She’ll… help.”
Connie knew the way, leaving Beah City behind. Before they knew it, the barn looming ahead. Priyanka dug her heels in, her body resisting as Connie tried to pull her forward. “Connie, please… I can’t…”
Connie turned to her, her eyes blazing with a fervent, almost manic light. “Mom, I promise you. I promise you, this is going to be the best sex you’ve ever had. Peridot has… tools. Techniques. She can give you things you never imagined.”
Priyanka’s breath hitched. The promise was a dark, seductive whisper in her mind. The best sex you’ve ever had. She had never felt truly desired, truly known, not like this. Not like Connie seemed to know her, to understand her, to want her. She looked up at the barn, her heart pounding in her chest. The line was already crossed. What was one more step?
“Alright,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Alright, Connie.”
Connie’s face lit up, a brilliant, triumphant smile. She tugged her mother forward, their footsteps echoing in the silent farm grounds. As they approached the barn, the door creaked open, revealing Peridot’s small, visored face.
“Ah, welcome, welcome!” she chirped, her voice bright and eager. “I’ve been expecting you, Priyanka Maheswaran. I trust Connie has explained the… benefits of my services?”
Priyanka’s cheeks burned, but she stood her ground. She was here now. She might as well face the alien head-on. “I’m here to understand,” she said, her voice steady. “To understand what’s happening to my daughter. And to myself.”
Peridot’s grin was wide and wicked. “Excellent!” she crowed, stepping aside to let them enter. “I do love a good subject. Come in, come in! Let’s begin your… education.”
Peridot led them to the same stall where Connie had been “broken in.” The straw was fresh, the air thick with the scent of hay and something else—something musky and primal. Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation as she sat on the edge of the straw-covered platform, Connie perched beside her, her hand resting on her knee in a show of support that only made Priyanka feel more exposed.
“So, Priyanka,” Peridot began, her visor fixed on her, the glowing screen of her tablet forgotten in her lap. “Tell me about your sexual history.”
Priyanka stiffened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I… what?”
“It’s important to understand the baseline data,” Peridot insisted, her voice casual. “I need to know what I’m working with. How many partners have you had? What were their genders? What were your preferred positions, activities?”
Priyanka felt Connie’s hand squeeze her knee, a silent encouragement. She swallowed hard, her face burning. She was a doctor, she’d asked patients worse than this, but somehow this felt different. “I… I’ve only had one partner. My husband. Doug. And more recently… my daughter. Connie.”
Peridot hummed, her fingers dancing over the tablet. “And what was your preferred activity with this Doug?”
Priyanka hesitated, her gaze flicking to Connie, who nodded, her eyes soft. “Missionary,” she finally admitted, her voice barely audible. “He… he was always on top.”
Peridot’s eyebrows shot up. “Always? That sounds rather… limiting. Did you ever express a desire to switch positions? To explore other activities?”
Priyanka shook her head, her fingers twisting in her lap. “No. I… I was content with that.”
Peridot leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “But were you truly content? Or were you just… settling? Giving up on the idea that sex could be something more?”
Priyanka felt the question like a physical blow. She looked down at her hands, her voice small. “I… I think I just wanted to be… a good wife.”
Peridot made a soft, pitying sound. “A good wife, or a fulfilled wife? There’s a difference, you know.”
Connie leaned in, her voice soft. “Mom, you can tell her. You can tell us. We won’t judge you.”
Priyanka took a deep, shuddering breath. The barn felt suddenly airless, the walls closing in. But Connie was right. She had come this far. She could go a little further.
“I… I used to fantasize,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “About being… taken. About being… used.”
Peridot’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Used how?”
Priyanka felt Connie’s hand tighten on her knee, encouraging her. She took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I used to imagine… being held down. Being… forced. By… by multiple men. Or… or one man. A strong man. A… a stranger.”
She looked up, her eyes meeting Peridot’s, daring her to judge. But the alien’s face was alight with interest, not condemnation. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper.
“And how did that make you feel, Priyanka? When you imagined being used like that?”
Priyanka felt the first tendrils of arousal at the question, a dark, shameful heat coiling in her belly. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “It made me feel… alive. Desired. Needed.”
Peridot’s smile was slow and knowing. “And now, here you are. Alive. Desired. Needed. By your own daughter. Isn’t that a delicious twist of fate?”
Priyanka couldn’t answer. She could only nod, her body already betraying her, already responding to the alien’s words, to the filthy, forbidden promise they held.
Peridot’s gaze was relentless, her visor never leaving Priyanka’s face as she continued her unyielding inquisition. “And how did you first learn about these… fantasies? Did you read about them? See them in movies?”
Priyanka felt Connie’s hand slip up her thigh, a silent, steadying presence. She took a deep breath, her voice steadying. “I… I read a book. A romance novel. It had… graphic scenes. I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”
Peridot hummed, her fingers dancing over her tablet. “And how did you act on these thoughts? Did you masturbate? Did you try to recreate the scenes with your husband?”
Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation at the question, but she answered, her voice barely audible. “I… I masturbated. I never… I never told Doug.”
Peridot nodded, her expression clinical. “And how did you touch yourself? What was your preferred method of stimulation?”
Priyanka felt Connie’s hand move higher, her fingers brushing the hem of her jeans. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body responding to the dual assault of the alien’s questions and her daughter’s touch. “I… I used my fingers. I… I imagined them being someone else’s. Someone big. Someone strong.”
Peridot’s grin was wicked. “And now, look at you. Your own daughter’s fingers are the big, strong ones, aren’t they? She’s the one making you feel all those filthy thoughts come to life.”
Connie’s hand moved higher, her fingers slipping under the hem of Priyanka’s jeans, her touch light and teasing. Priyanka gasped, her hips jerking slightly. Peridot watched, her eyes gleaming with interest.
“Now, Priyanka,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. “I need to examine you. To assess your physical response to these… stimuli.”
Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation, but she nodded, her body already responding to the alien’s command. She stood on shaky legs, her hands moving to the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it off, her body bare except for her bra and jeans. She stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on the straw at her feet.
“All of it,” Peridot insisted, her voice firm. “I need to see all of you.”
Priyanka took a deep, shuddering breath, her hands moving to the clasp of her bra. She unhooked it, letting it fall away, her breasts bare to the alien’s gaze. She felt Connie’s eyes on her, felt her daughter’s approval, and it gave her the courage to slip off her jeans, to stand there, naked and exposed, her body on full display.
Peridot walked around her, her visor scanning her body, her fingers typing away on her tablet. “Turn around,” she commanded, and Priyanka obeyed, presenting her back to the alien, her ass on full display. “Bend over. Touch your toes.”
Priyanka complied, her body folding in half, her ass sticking out, her pussy on full display. She could feel the alien’s gaze on her, could feel Connie’s eyes burning into her, and it was a heady, intoxicating mix of humiliation and arousal.
“Spread your legs,” Peridot said, her voice clinical. “I need to see everything.”
Priyanka hesitated for a moment, then complied, her body opening to the alien’s inspection. She felt a fresh wave of shame, but also a dark, pulsing need. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. And yet, she also felt alive. Desired. Needed.
Peridot walked around her, her visor fixed on her pussy. “You’re wet,” she observed, her voice matter-of-fact. “You’re very wet, Priyanka. Tell me, does that embarrass you?”
Priyanka nodded, her face burning. “Yes,” she whispered.
Peridot’s smile was slow and wicked. “Good. Embarrassment is a powerful aphrodisiac. It amplifies the other emotions. The arousal. The desire.”
She reached out, her fingers brushing against Priyanka’s folds, a light, teasing touch that made her jolt. “And you are very aroused, Priyanka. Your body is responding beautifully to this… treatment.”
Peridot leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet stripe up Priyanka’s pussy. Priyanka cried out, her body jerking at the sudden, intense contact. The alien’s tongue was cool, the sensation shockingly intimate, and it sent a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
“Peridot, please…” she gasped, her hands fisting in the straw, her body already on the edge, ready to shatter.
Peridot pulled back, her tongue glistening. “Please what, Priyanka?” she asked, her voice innocent, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”
Priyanka’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. She looked between her legs at the alien, her face a mask of desperate longing. “Please… keep going,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Peridot’s grin was slow and wicked. “As you wish,” she murmured, and leaned in again, her tongue delving deep, exploring every fold, every contour of Priyanka’s pussy.
Priyanka moaned, her hips moving in time with the alien’s tongue, her body already chasing the release that was so close, so tantalizingly out of reach. Peridot’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, holding her open, exposing her fully to her ministrations. She could feel the alien’s fingers, cool and firm, pressing against her asshole, a dark, forbidden pressure that sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through her.
She was close. So close. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight, pulsing knot in her core, ready to explode. And then, suddenly, Peridot pulled back.
“No,” Priyanka gasped, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing with empty need. “Please… don’t stop.”
Peridot stood, her visor fixed on Priyanka’s face, a picture of innocent curiosity. “Why not, Priyanka? Don’t you think it’s better to leave you… wanting?”
Priyanka could only stare, her body trembling with frustrated need, her pussy throbbing, her ass clenching around nothing. “But… but I was so close,” she whispered, her voice a pathetic plea.
Peridot’s smile was slow and wicked. “Exactly, Priyanka. And now, you’ll be even closer when I finally let you cum.” She turned to Connie, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Isn’t that right, Connie? Your mother’s been a very good girl, hasn’t she? She deserves a reward.”
Connie nodded, her eyes burning with desire. “She’s been so good, Peridot. She deserves everything you can give her.”
Priyanka stood there, her body on fire, her mind a whirlwind of need and humiliation and a dark, twisted gratitude. She had never felt so used, so utterly at the mercy of another being. And she had never felt so alive.
Peridot stepped back, her visor fixed on Priyanka’s still-trembling body. “Now, Priyanka,” she said, her voice firm. “I need you to get on your hands and knees.”
Priyanka hesitated, her body still humming with frustrated need. “What? Why?”
“Because I need to explain something to you,” Peridot said, her voice matter-of-fact. “And it’s easier to show you when you’re in a… more… submissive position.”
Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation, but she complied, her body folding to the alien’s command. She got on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the straw. She could feel the cool air on her pussy, still wet and throbbing from Peridot’s attentions.
Peridot began to explain, her voice clinical, her visor scanning Priyanka’s body as she spoke. “You see, Priyanka, I’ve been studying human sexuality. I’ve discovered that the use of… collars can greatly enhance the sexual experience. They monitor vital signs, arousal levels, even brain activity. They provide a wealth of data that can be used to… optimize… the sexual encounter.”
Priyanka lifted her head, her brow furrowed. “Collars? Like… dog collars?”
Peridot chuckled, a soft, musical sound. “Not quite. They’re more… advanced. And they’re not just for monitoring. They can also… stimulate.”
Priyanka felt a fresh jolt of arousal at the word, her pussy clenching. “Stimulate how?”
“In many ways,” Peridot said, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “They can stimulate your erogenous zones. Your clit. Your nipples. Even… other places.” She paused, letting the implications sink in. “But most importantly, they can stimulate your mind. They can make you… want things you’ve never wanted before. They can make you crave things you never thought you’d crave.”
Priyanka felt a shiver run down her spine, a dark, twisted excitement coiling in her belly. It sounded crazy. It sounded impossible. And yet, she wanted it. She wanted to know what it felt like to be made to want, to be forced to desire.
Peridot reached into her bag, pulling out a small, sleek device. It was a collar, black and gleaming, with a small, glowing gem set into the front. “This is your collar, Priyanka,” she said, holding it up for her inspection. “It’s custom made. It will fit you perfectly.”
Priyanka hesitated, then reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool metal. It was surprisingly light, surprisingly soft. “And what do I have to do to… wear it?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
Peridot’s grin was slow and wicked. “You have to do exactly what I say, Priyanka. And you have to… earn it. You have to prove to me that you’re worthy of being my… harem member.”
Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation, but also a dark, pulsing need. She wanted this. She wanted to be owned. She wanted to be used.
She nodded, her voice steady. “I understand.”
Peridot’s grin widened. “Excellent.” She turned to Connie, holding up another device. It was a strap-on, the phallus synthetic and gleaming, the base studded with small, glowing lights. “And for you, Connie. This is my latest invention. It’s designed to… optimize your encounter.”
Connie’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the device. She took it, her fingers wrapping around the phallus, her breath catching. “It’s… it’s so big,” she whispered.
Peridot nodded, her voice matter-of-fact. “Size matters, Connie. Trust me. Now, I want you to… use it. On your mother. Show her what it feels like to be truly… filled.”
Priyanka felt a fresh wave of humiliation, but also a dark, pulsing need. She looked back at Connie, her daughter’s face a mask of desire and hesitation. She nodded, her voice steady. “I… I want that, Connie. I want you to… use me.”
Connie’s breath hitched, her eyes blazing with a fervent, almost manic light. She stepped forward, the phallus bobbing with every movement. She was ready to claim her mother, to show her what it truly meant to be used.
Connie stood behind her mother, her heart pounding in her chest, the synthetic phallus heavy and alien in her hand. She looked down at Priyanka, at her ass sticking up, her pussy still wet and glistening from Peridot’s attentions, and a dark, twisted excitement surged through her.
She reached down, her fingers parting her mother’s folds, feeling the heat, the wetness. Priyanka gasped, her hips jerking slightly at the sudden contact. Connie leaned down, her voice a low growl in her mother’s ear.
“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice firm. “You’re mine to use now. You understand?”
Priyanka nodded, a soft, desperate sound escaping her throat. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours to use, Connie. Please… use me.”
Connie felt a fresh jolt of arousal at the words, at the utter surrender in her mother’s voice. She reached down, guiding the head of the phallus to her mother’s entrance. She paused, letting Priyanka feel it, letting her anticipate the invasion.
“Please…” Priyanka whimpered, her body trembling with need. “Please, Connie. Fuck me. Use me.”
Connie pushed in, slow but firm, her hips snapping forward. The phallus slid in, stretching Priyanka’s pussy, filling her in a way she had never been filled before. Priyanka cried out, her body convulsing around the intrusion, her fingers clawing at the straw.
“Oh, god…” she gasped, her body already moving in time with Connie’s thrusts, her hips pushing back to meet each one.
Connie began to move, her hips snapping forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. She gripped her mother’s hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place as she fucked her. She was rough, her body slapping against her mother’s ass with every thrust, the sound filling the barn.
“Fuck, Mom,” she panted, her voice thick with lust. “You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight. It’s like you were made for this.”
Priyanka could only moan, her body moving in time with her daughter’s, her pussy pulsing around the phallus, her ass clenching with every thrust. She had never felt so used, so utterly at the mercy of another being. And she had never felt so alive.
Connie leaned down, her teeth sinking into her mother’s shoulder, a sharp, possessive bite. Priyanka cried out, her body convulsing, and Peridot moved. She snapped the collar around Priyanka’s neck as her orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire. Connie felt it, felt her mother’s pussy pulsing around the phallus, and it pushed her over the edge. She came with a low, guttural moan, her hips snapping forward one last time, her body convulsing as she filled her mother with her own release.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Connie pulled out, the phallus sliding free with a soft, wet sound. Priyanka whimpered, her body already missing the fullness, the use.
Connie looked down at her mother, her eyes blazing with a dark, possessive light. “You’re mine now, Mom,” she said, her voice low and firm. She touched her mother’s collar, so similar to her own. “You understand? You belong to me.”
Priyanka nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Connie. I belong to you.”
Peridot watched, her visor fixed on the scene, her fingers dancing over her tablet. “Excellent,” she murmured, her voice satisfied. “You’re both doing so well. I can’t wait to see what the collars will do for you.”
Connie was the first to move. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, looking down at her mother. Priyanka’s face was pressed into the hay, her eyes closed, her body still twitching with the occasional aftershock. The black collar stood out starkly against her skin, its central gem pulsing with a soft, steady green light that mirrored the one around Connie’s own neck.
“Mom?” Connie’s voice was hoarse.
Priyanka’s eyes fluttered open. They were dazed, unfocused, but as they found Connie’s face, a slow, wondrous, and utterly shattered smile spread across her lips. There was no shame left. It had been fucked out of her, replaced by a deep, humming sense of rightness. Of belonging.
“I’ve never…” Priyanka began, her voice a raw whisper. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“I know,” Connie said, her own smile a reflection of her mother’s—triumphant, possessive, and deeply corrupted. She reached out and traced the line of the collar. “This is just the beginning.”
From her perch, Peridot let out a soft, satisfied chuckle. “The collars are syncing. Beautiful. Your neuro-chemical responses are already beginning to harmonize. A shared pleasure-pain feedback loop.” She tapped her tablet. “The harem dynamic is establishing itself with remarkable efficiency.”
The word ‘harem’ should have been absurd, a concept from a fantasy novel. But lying there, marked and claimed, with her daughter’s release still cooling on her thighs, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to Priyanka. She was part of something now. Something greater than herself, greater than her failed marriage, greater than the sterile confines of her old life.
Connie shifted, curling her body around her mother’s, spooning her in the straw. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of Priyanka’s neck, right above the collar. It was a gesture of startling tenderness amidst the carnality.
“We’re going to be so happy, Mom,” Connie murmured, her hand stroking Priyanka’s hip. “You, me, Pearl, Peridot… we’re going to learn so much together.”
Priyanka leaned back into the embrace, her body relaxing completely for the first time in years. The hum of the collar was a lullaby, a promise of endless, dark delights. She closed her eyes, not in escape, but in anticipation.
“Yes,” she breathed, the last of her resistance melting away. “Show me everything.”
Peridot’s grin was a slash of green in the dim barn. “Oh, I will,” she promised, her voice a silken threat and a glorious vow. “I most certainly will.”