The Alien Inside

Wack! Wack! Wack! The prison guard banged hard on the cell door. "Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty! You got a date with the Big Man. Five minutes."

Jamie Pedersen who was 40 years old, just starting to get his greys, still in good shape, and in on a multiple D. U. I, had just enough time to crap, and pull on his blues before the door clicked open.

The warden was blunt. "Want out Pedersen?" "Sure Boss! But what's the catch?", he replied. "Don't be flippant with me prisoner or you will be straight back in your cell!", barked the Warden. "Sorry Sir, I meant yes, please... Sir" Pedersen relented. "Sign here", ordered the Warden.

"What exactly is this place?", enquired Pedersen of the friendly transfer guard as he was led into the research facility. "Beats me Bro, they reckon it is to do with them Aliens they got at that crash on 23". Pedersen felt a cold chill.

Soon he had been VERY thoroughly washed, shaved - everywhere, of all things given an enema, and gowned up. The enema had been surprisingly pleasant and had aroused him. But that arousal melted as he starting to wonder if this had been a good idea after all. With that sort of prep, what the hell were they going to do to him!?

The Medical Officer lead him into the experiment room. There were restraints. "Do not be alarmed Mr Pedersen. These experiments are in a very advanced stage. We have not had any fatalities or even serious injuries for the last two years. The restraints and blindfold are just a precaution. We don't want any of our precious friends damaged by you test subjects getting rough with them".

He popped a pill into Pedersen's mouth. "Don't be alarmed if you feel strong rushes of pleasure, that's the pill working. It's just to make you a little more compliant and easier for our friend to interact with. Don't worry about a thing", he advised.

It finally dawned on him what might be going on. "What am I supposed to tell my wife!? Queried Pedersen. "Nothing" came the reply as the orderlies closed the locks on the wrist and ankle restraints. One of them laughed, "You're gonna be released. You don't need to tell her anything!" The rest joined in his amusement.

When they wandered out the Medical Officer blindfolded him. "Don't worry about a thing Mr Pedersen, it will all be over in a couple of hours and you will have earned your freedom." The last action was the gown being carefully cut right off him with a pair of scissors before he heard the door lock operate.

Naked. Standing. Arms outstretched, wrists attached to two chains that hung from the ceiling. Ankles locked to the floor about a metre apart. "What in God's name have I got myself into?" Wondered Pedersen. "Okay, get a grip James. It's okay. Whatever it is has got to be better than another two years inside. And 'Chelle doesn't need to know!" 'Chelle. Michelle. His patients and very sexy wife. "Yes that's better", he thought. He felt the pill working and gave into the building sexual tension. "Focus on her, seeing her, holding her..."

Either a fully erect member was exactly what the research crew had been waiting for, or the timing was coincidental. Either way as he hardened to full attention he heard the distinct "Click" of an auto door unlocking, before it slid smoothly open.

He couldn't see it, but the Xenomorph could see him. In any other setting that would mean death. But in this setting the Xenomorph was being kept very "friendly" with a complicated mixture of potent chemicals, which were being further refined each time a subject was presented to it.

At the start the experiment there had been a blood bath. Only prisoners on death row could be used as subjects. But those days were over. Right now the scientists were working on making it slightly LESS friendly - lately some of the subjects had applied for - and been denied of course, compensation after sustaining moderate internal injuries....

Three days later 'Chelle was in the visiting lounge. After a nice hug and a kiss on the lips she rubbed her hand on his shaved head. "Okay" she approved then enquired, "But what's with the scratches on your face Babe? They are nasty!". "Oh they are nothing", he shrugged. She took hold of his arm and pulled up the sleeve, "They are here too! And here!" Under his shirt front.

She leaned close and quietly and calmly said, "What exactly happened Babe? It's okay. I love you. You can tell me. Whatever I was I won't think any less of you." He took a deep breath and revealed that the Quick Prison Release Program involved having to take part in a sort of medical experiment.

She feigned shock, "What type of medical experiment makes scratches like that! They shouldn't be allowed to do that! We should talk to a Lawyer!"

Seeing the look of alarm on his face she couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. "Don't worry Babe we're not going to do that. I'm just glad you're coming home. Actually... I know all about it already." He was mortified! "What?!". "Yep", she grinned, the new prison policy is to consult spouses before offering the prisoner a spot at the research facility." He cringed.

"How was it by the way, apart from the scratches?", she enquired caringly. He looked down and quietly muttered, "It was terrible 'Chelle. I'd rather not discuss it." She leaned in close to him, took his chin in her hand, and raised his eyes to meet hers. "I know for sure that it wasn't Babe. In fact, I know for sure you definitely loved every single second of it. I ticked the box "'Make digital recording of session available to spouse"'. I saw it all". A flush in his face revealed the intense embarrassment.

Her voice dropped to a more husky purr, "But don't worry Babe, it didn't freak me out. I actually thought it was really hot. Although I am very surprised you can even sit down!" Her hand left his chin and took hold of the rapidly hardening lump in his prison pants and squeezed hard before she continued. "I had no idea that a man could be made to cum just from being fucked hard like that. It didn't touch your cock at all for the first hour! That made me soaking wet. I have been getting off to it every night." His face reddened even further! "That was the drugs they forced me to take", He stammered.

"Uh huh", she queried with an eyebrow raised. "Babe. There are going to be a few changes when you get home next week. From now on, the weekends when the kids are at Mike's... I will be the boss in the bedroom. I have already gone out and got these..." She held out her phone, on it was a pic of a packet of Extra Sharp Xenomorph Fingernails. "And...", She said swiping to the next pic "This...", The pic was her in the mirror. Naked. Wearing only a long, girthy, black Xenomorph phallus strap-on.

"We won't even need to get any of those pills they gave you to make you cum like that either Babe", she added. "When I enquired what they were, they told me that they stopped giving out the real pills last year. What they gave you was a sugar pill."