Specimen Collection Part 1

Specimen Collection Chapter 1

 

"I find the defendant... GUILTY!" The metallic judge slammed his gavel on the table as the accused Glitch layed her head on the table in despair. Pointing the gavel at the criminal, the judge stated "You are sentenced to specimen collection duty! The scientists will instruct you further."

 

The accused, a female Glitch named Mura, had sabotaged several xenobiology labs as the result of a particularly nasty virus. She stood up, despondently, and began the walk out of the courtroom and to the newly built xenobiology laboratories, constructed to study the strange species from beyond their own homeworld.

 

She walked through the front door and was immediately greeted by angry glares. The angriest glare of all came as she walked into the head researcher's office. A pile of broken machinery sat on his desk.

 

"So," he snapped at her, "You've come to pay for what you've done. You're in luck! We have a... quite exciting job for you. Unfortunately, it's going to require some heavy body modification and reprogramming. You don't have a choice in the matter, so we'll tell you what we're doing while we're doing it. Come." He beckoned to her to follow him down the hall.

 

As she entered a room full of restraints, parts, and tools, she suddenly felt very nervous about what was about to happen to her. She knew nothing of this job. Specimen collector? What specimens? Of what? Why?

 

Without warning, some heavy machinery grabbed her and restrained her, spread eagled. "Now, to explain the job," the researcher stated. "You will be a collection device for an undecided amount of reproductive fluids from sentient alien species. I will narrate as the machines begin to modify your chassis."

 

Several machines on the ceiling whirred to life and began to examine her. "First, we're going to open up your body cavity and install a storage unit for the various fluids. It will collect them, preserve them, and store them for you to bring back here." The machines did exactly as he described.

 

"Next, we're installing a 'port' of sorts between your legs, analogous to the reproductive organs of female aliens. There is a long tube on the inside to accomodate the 'connector', if you will, of male aliens. It is designed to secrete lubricating compounds to ease entry. On the outside are several flaps for protection and other various purposes, and at the top is a small 'button'. This sends feedback that is designed to provide positive reinforcement to continue... well you'll see eventually. It's all covered in a material designed to mimic alien skin."

 

An arm from the ceiling brought down the object that the researcher had talked about. It was just as he had described, with an almost flower-like beauty to it. The restraint on her right arm released her to allow her to touch the object, manipulating the lips, touching the curious little button, and exploring the inside passage. Her arm was re-seized and the object was moved to between her legs. The machines began to carve a space for it out of her chassis, and as it was inserted, she felt it connect with the internal storage device.

 

"In addition, we're modifying your face to have a mouth that appears organic. It will move realisticly as you speak, be wet inside, have a tongue for manipulation, and will also be connected to the storage device." The machines installed her new lips and mouth after cutting a hole for it in her face, allowing the internal bits to click into the specimen storage unit.

 

"And finally for the physical modifications, we will be installing manipulatable mounds on your chest. These are purely to stimulate the males and attract them in the first place. However, they do have some tactile sensation." The machines brought two mounds of flesh-analogue and welded them onto her chest. They were full, round, and springy, with two small buttons on the front. As her chassis connected to them, the buttons popped out and engorged.

 

"Now we'll be shutting you down for a short while to install a great deal of new programming in your brain. This will allow you to interface well with your new hardware and drive you to use it." She felt a touch on the back of her head and she blacked out.

 

When Mura came to, she felt completely different. She felt an urge in the back of her mind, an urge for something that she did not even understand. As the machines released her to stand on her own, she examined her new additions. She first brought a hand up and touched one of her new breasts. "Wait, breasts? These are called breasts, slang terms tits, titties, knockers, orbs, hooters, bazongas, etc." The knowledge from her new programming came flooding in as she examined the large lumps. She gently touched a nipple and was overwhelmed with a new sensation: pleasure. She almost collapsed, feeling something so new and intense. She had to stop herself from rubbing the nipple frantically to get more of the wonderful feeling.

 

She directed her attentions to her new-found vagina. "Vagina, slang terms pussy, cunt, love-tunnel, slit, fuck-hole, muff, cooch, etc." As she spread her lips with two fingers, even more pleasure wracked her brain. She immediatly began secreting feminine lubricant, or "getting wet" as her brain was telling her. She used the wetness to ease her finger's entry into her new vagina. Pleasure sensations lit up her brain as she slowly entered deeper and deeper inside herself. It was warm, and wet, and soft, yet firm and constricting.

 

She moved her fingers upwards to her clitoris. "Clitoris, slang terms clit, love-button, clitty, bean, nub, etc." As she touched it, her pleasure center almost exploded from the novel sensation. It was at that moment that she realized what her unnamable urge was: lust. The desire to fuck, to receive men's semen (semen, slang terms cum, baby batter, seed, load, jizz, spunk, cream, etc.) inside of her, to stimulate herself over and over to orgasm (orgasm, slang terms come, coming, cumming, the big O, climax, etc.). She began right then and there.

 

She collaped on the floor as her lust took her. She lay with her back to the floor, her legs splayed out to provide her access to her new special area. Her left arm reached up and began to squeeze and tug at her nipple, while her right hand got to work around her pussy. Three fingers shot inside her to stretch her out and provide stimulation, while her index finger and thumb rubbed around her clit frantically, shooting signals to her brain. More and more wetness came out, pooling on the floor as a testament to her pleasure.

 

She continued like this for a short time, but she was inexperienced, and it didn't take her long to cum. Her fingers accelerated their pace to an unbelievable tempo, and she cried out as her first orgasm overtook her. Girlcum leaked out of her at an alarming rate, adding to the pool under her. The signals running through her processors overpowered many of her other systems, causing her to spasm. Her legs clenched, her vagina clenched, her back arched, all reacting to the incredibly orgasm.

 

As she lay panting in a pool of her own sexual juices, she realized that the researcher had been watching her. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, "Everything works perfectly. You're ready to go into the field. Just follow your new programming. Be sure to get some fluids from at least one of each sentient species! Good luck!" He waved her out the door as she stood up and walked out, still dripping from the result of her masturbation.

 

As she reached the front desk, the secretary directed her to the docking port for her very own starship, in which she was to travel the galaxy in search of cum. As she got in and set her first destination, she wondered for a moment about her new life, but the thoughts were washed away by her cravings for her first cum inside of her. The starship jumped to FTL, and away she went.

 

END OF PART 1