LET'S PLAY UFO

BY WORSEL

Lindsay was fourteen, she was babysitting Chris, who was nearly ten, and she was bored. Our little town was boring, and Chris, whose family lived down the street was boring. Chris liked to play little kids games, like chutes and ladders, or interminable pointless card games like war. “Let’s play UFO,” Lindsay announced.

“What’s UFO?” asked Chris, curiously.

“UFO stands for Unidentified Flying Object,” Lindsay replied. “You know aliens from outer space in flying saucers. They come to Earth and capture people to study them. I’ll be the alien and you’ll be the Earthling, OK?”

“Sure,” Chris replied. “What do I have to do?”

“Grazeem Grazeem,” the alarm sounded on the control deck of the Rigelian Space Navy’s Galactic Scout ship “Analysis Vessel 2038.”

“What’s the situation sub-placeholder Tafhadali?” demanded the small intra-galactic scout ship’s captain. The ship was actually quite large, the captain was barely three feet tall. To a human his green skin and various tentacular appendages would call up only one possible description: Little Green Monster.

The sub-placeholder replied “Mental wave detectors report two highly susceptible subjects, located in a sparsely populated region of the Northern portion of the double continent.

“Sex?” asked the captain.

“Not now, thank you,” the sub-placeholder replied. “Regarding the subjects, the detectors report one is a horny adolescent female, the other is younger and indeterminate.”

“Excellent,” replied Captain SemaPolayPolay, rubbing tentacles together in anticipation. “We will collect them.”

“The first thing you do,” instructed Lindsay to her young charge, “is get into your pyjamas.”

“Aww, you’re just trying to trick me into going to bed early!” protested Chris.

“No, no!” Lindsay replied. “This is going to be cool, you’ll like this game. The thing is, the aliens always capture the Earthlings while they’re sleeping, so get changed and pretend you’re going to sleep, but don’t get under the covers, just lie down on top”

Chris did this with some doubt.

“Now,” Lindsay said to Chris, “I’m the alien and I just paralyzed you with my mind control ray,” she said, pointing some random toy at Chris as if it were an alien weapon. “So you can’t move, no matter what the alien does to you, understand?”

Chris thought this was somewhat cool, but being unable to move, didn’t speak or nod or anything.

“Now the first thing the aliens do is to strip their subjects naked, Ok?” she said to the child she was responsible for.

Chris thought this was getting even more interesting and didn’t protest as Lindsay removed the pyjamas.

“Now the alien paralysis ray can wear off, so I’m going to tie you up, just like the aliens would do, understand?” Lindsay asked.

Chris thought this was maybe the coolest game after all, and didn’t say anything as Lindsay tied the child’s wrists to ankles.

“Captain SemaPolayPolay,” interjected sub-placeholder Tafhadali,” the subjects are approaching a level where memory suppression may be difficult. I recommend we act swiftly.”

“Make it so,” Captain SemaPolayPolay replied.

A hyperlight shuttle craft detached itself from the mother ship, ably piloted by placeholder first class Kifungua KataHapa. It landed in the backyard.

“Aliens have a strange interest in Earthling sex and always conduct a thorough examination of their subjects.” Lindsay explained. She moved her hands all over Chris’s naked body, paying particular attention to the naughty bits. Both Lindsay and Chris enjoyed this activity for quite some time. Lindsay was too busy enjoying the feeling of her hands stroking a tied up naked body, touching Chris on the ass, tummy, thighs, and sex, to notice a strange greenish light coming in through the window. And the music, that was really weird.

“There’s one more thing the aliens always do: the Anal Probe,” she said ominiously.

“What’s that?” Squeaked Chris dubiously, breaking the no speaking rule, knowing what the word “anal” meant.

“They push an instrument into your anus,” explained Lindsay, looking around Chris’s bedroom for a suitably shaped object.

“Captain!” exclaimed sub-placeholder Tafhadali, “it must be done now!”

Placeholder first class KataHapa accomplished the abduction without being detected, as usual.

It was nearly midnight when Chris’s parents came home, as arranged with the babysitter. Oddly, they found both of them asleep in the child’s room, Chris, in pyjamas under the covers, and Lindsay on top of the covers next to Chris.

Chris’s mother shook Lindsay awake. “So, did everything go alright, Lindsay?” Chris’s mother asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Lindsay replied. “I guess I fell asleep, I don’t really remember when we went to bed.”

There was something else, something she couldn’t tell Chris’s mother. Her asshole felt really weird.