the alien

Chapter 7: Dissemination,

The news of the alien's captivity and the president's possession of this otherworldly being spread like wildfire through the Hell Devils motorcycle club. Word traveled quickly among the tight-knit group of dominant, alpha males, each one eager to catch a glimpse of the extraterrestrial submissive. The president, known for his ruthless leadership and insatiable s****l appetite, had kept the alien hidden away, indulging in private sessions of depraved acts and sadistic pleasure.

However, the president's control over the situation was about to be tested, as his brothers in the club demanded access to the alien. They had heard the rumors of the alien's unparalleled beauty and its willingness to submit to even the most extreme forms of b**m. The president, torn between his desire to keep the alien all to himself and the pressure from his loyal club members, knew he had to make a decision.

One evening, during a heated club meeting, the president stood before his brothers, the alien by his side, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. The president's voice boomed through the dimly lit clubhouse as he addressed the group, "My brothers, I have something... someone... that you all need to see."

The alien, clad in nothing but a tattered robe, was brought forward, its luminous skin and otherworldly features eliciting gasps of awe and desire from the assembled bikers. The president's eyes burned with a possessive fire as he watched his brothers' reactions, but he knew he could no longer keep the alien to himself.

"This alien has submitted to me, and now, it shall submit to all of you," the president declared, his words met with a chorus of cheers and the sound of leather-clad bodies shifting in their seats.

The alien, its eyes downcast, braced itself for the onslaught of attention and domination it was about to experience. The president's strong hand on its shoulder was the only thing anchoring it as the bikers surrounded the alien, their hungry gazes and calloused hands already exploring its trembling form.

One by one, the Hell Devils took their turn with the alien, subjecting it to a relentless barrage of sensations and depraved acts. The alien's cries of pleasure and pain echoed through the clubhouse, fueling the bikers' lust and their desire to break the alien's will completely.

The president watched, his own arousal growing with each passing moment, as his brothers claimed the alien, marking it as their own. He knew that by sharing the alien, he was solidifying his position as the undisputed leader of the club, and that the alien's submission would bind the members even closer together.

As the night wore on, the alien's body became a canvas of bruises, bites, and the evidence of the bikers' carnal desires. The alien's mind, once filled with confusion and fear, now surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, its consciousness slipping into a haze of submission and ecstasy.

When the last biker had taken his fill, the alien lay spent and trembling on the floor, its eyes glazed over with the aftermath of its ordeal. The president approached the alien, a predatory smile on his lips, and lifted its chin, forcing the alien to meet his gaze.

"You are ours now, alien," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You will serve us, pleasure us, and submit to us, for as long as we desire it."

The alien, its will broken, could only nod weakly in response, knowing that its fate was now inextricably linked to the Hell Devils and their insatiable appetites.

From that night on, the alien became a prized possession of the motorcycle club, its body and mind used and abused in ways it had never imagined possible. The president, secure in his position as the leader, continued to indulge in the alien's submission, while his brothers vied for their own opportunities to dominate the otherworldly being.

The alien, once a free-willed explorer, had become a captive, a plaything for the dark desires of the Hell Devils. Its transformation was complete, and it knew that there was no going back, only a future of unending submission and depravity.