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Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 13:54:55 +0000
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FEMALE ABDUCTEES FORCED TO "SERVICE" INTELLIGENT SLUG-BEINGS
Midway through the morning, Emily found herself faced with a familiar
dilemma: the bot hadn't allowed them sufficient time to use the toilet
earlier, and now she desperately needed to pee. She kept up with her
task as long as she could, but the persistent urgings from her bladder
could not be ignored. Finally she had no other choice but to resolve
the problem in the usual way. Emily hurriedly slipped her jumpsuit down
to her ankles and relieved herself in one corner of the containment
area, pretending all the while that the slug-snakes in the nearest tank
weren't staring at her as she carried out the unpleasant task of
urinating in plain sight.
Despite her efforts to imagine that the situation were otherwise, she
could actually feel the eyes of the aliens on her naked skin … almost as
though they were physically touching her. It was terribly unnerving,
and despite the fact that she kept her head turned away from them the
whole time, Emily was keenly aware of the cold, bland eyes peering at
her through the slime-filmed glass.
At last finished with this brief ordeal, Emily quickly zippered her
jumpsuit, slurped up the puddle of pooling liquid with the vacuum
nozzle, and then returned to work.
For the rest of that uneventful morning, the hours seemed to drag by
interminably. Numb with boredom, she pushed her body through the
motions of a well-ingrained routine: scrape down the slime, suck up the
slime, repeat. Then move on to the next tank and repeat once more.
Emily did her best to focus on her chore, but her mind drifted. She
regularly found herself wondering what Terry might be doing at any given
moment, but more often than not she had to steer her mind away from the
reality that he was probably having sex with someone she knew.
To divert herself from this depressive obsessing over Terry, she tried
imagining herself back on Earth doing all the things she used to do.
She pictured herself getting together with friends, imagined she was
shopping or at the movies, or even back home in Indiana, walking down a
sunny country road bordered with wildflowers.
And several times she looked up from her work and her daydreaming to
wonder if the bot was ever going to call a halt for their mid-day break.
Finally, almost delirious with hunger and exhaustion, she glanced up and
made the shocking discovery that she had already reached tank number
seventeen. It was at this point that Emily realized something was amiss
… she couldn't possibly have worked so fast … the bot had let them carry
on for too long. Emily thumbed the tab to deactivate the vacuum, let
the nozzle rest on her shoulder, and stood there thinking the situation
over.
If they stopped work now, the bot would surely punish them, that much
was obvious. On other hand, the enforcer unit in charge of the work
detail always let the women have a midday break to refresh themselves
and grab a bite to eat from whatever they'd managed to stuff into their
jumpsuits that morning. But today the situation was obviously
different, and Emily couldn't see any way around the problem. She would
just have to keep working until the bot told her to stop.
"Fuck it," she said irritably. She thumbed the activation tab to
restart the vacuum and bent once more to her task.
Just then, a huge glop of slime spattered the floor just a few feet
away from her. Startled, Emily turned off the vacuum once more and
looked overhead. There, at the top of the slime-encrusted tank, she
could see that the liquid goo inside was sloshing violently at the
surface. Then she looked down at the slowly drifting bodies of the
alien slug creatures, just barely visible through the thickly slimed
glass. There seemed to be no connection between the slug-snakes'
apparent state of relaxation and the agitated liquid swirling and
sloshing around at the surface.
"That's why I love working with you guys," Emily said, attempting to
sound more confident than she felt. "Never a dull moment with you bad
boys, is there?"
The creatures inside continued their placid drifting, with just the
occasional languid swish of a tail.
Emily shrugged and reactivated her vacuum, working more cautiously now,
always moving in a careful circle so that she constantly faced the tank.
But something about the whole situation was far too reminiscent of her
dream of the previous night. Or maybe she was just so exhausted that
the whole experience was beginning to feel like a dream. The work just
seemed to go on and on…
"Get a grip, girl," Emily sighed. She continued suctioning slime around
the circumference of the tank until she was almost half finished,
pausing now and then to schlup down the clinging slime with the long
scraping tool.
It was then that she spied an enormous, quivering blob of slime off to
her right, inching its way over toward a section of the containment
wall she'd already cleaned. She knew her vacuum hose could reach it
easily, but the hose was at its farther extension at this end of the
tank. Emily realized she would have to turn her back to the tank if she
didn't want to go through the laborious process of retracting and
repositioning the hose onto the other side. As she thought this over,
she looked up at the nearly motionless slug-snakes one more time.
"Oh, for God's sake, Emily," she said to herself in an exasperated tone,
"it was just a stupid dream."
Emily quickly stretched out the hose until the end of the fully-extended
nozzle just touched the pile of crawling slime … the hose bucked and
jerked as it consumed the blob, and Emily had to hold on tightly with
her back to the slug tank the whole time.
There was a loud thud.
Emily turned slowly, already knowing precisely what had just occurred.
In a repetition of her nightmare, she somehow managed to let go of the
vacuum nozzle at just that instant. (Her scraping tool went flying at
the same time.) As though in slow motion, automatic tensioners in the
hose suspension system engaged, and pulled the entire unit out of her
reach.
Emily found herself completely defenseless, and face-to-snout with an
escaped slug-being.
From this point on, things proceeded in a manner quite unlike her
dream. For one thing, the-slug snake did not twist and writhe
helplessly on the floor. No, it practically flowed along the floor's
smooth surface until it was barely a foot away. Emily just stood there,
paralyzed with fear. Instantly, the slug-snake sprang up with such
force that Emily was knocked over, and it was she who found herself
writhing and struggling as the creature pinned her to the floor.
Emily tried to scream, but the slug-snake pressed it's heavy, wet body
against her face, effectively muffling her cries.
Desperate to fight it off, she reached out and tried to stick her thumbs
into the bland, white orbs that passed for the creature's eyes. But as
she did so, sticky, pseudopod appendages branched out and grasped her by
the forearms, immobilizing her. Immediately her hands went numb. Emily
tired to scream once more … she kicked and struggled, but soon she found
it was no longer just her hands that had gone numb, but her entire body.
Not only was it useless to resist, it was rapidly becoming impossible.
At this point, the jelly-like body of the slug-snake seemed to change
shape. A number of long, probing appendages were extruded from its body
- whiplike strands that felt like jelly on the surface, but had a
surprising, tensile strength to them.
Emily realized that the creature had somehow managed to open the zipper
of her jumpsuit, and immediately all of these ropy "arms" were thrust
inside her clothing. Emily thought she was going to lose her mind with
the terror of it, but there was simply nothing she could do to prevent
the attack.
Or was it an attack? As she lay there, Emily was acutely aware of the
fact that the creature hadn't hurt her - at least not yet.
She was well aware of the fact that many animals could sense or smell
fear in humans - she supposed that the same might be true with these
alien creatures. There certainly wasn't any point in giving it a reason
to attack her - and besides, what else could she do?
All the while this was going through her head, the long, thin,
jelly-like appendages explored every inch of her body. Emily felt a
number of the smaller ones tickling her breasts, her belly, and then
longer ones coiling around her hips and buttocks. Strangely, these
parts of her body hadn't gone numb. She was able to feel everything the
creature was doing to her.
Then Emily caught her breath as the alien's attention proceeded to
become focused on her navel and nipples. Rather than numbing her, the
sensation actually seemed to become heightened in these locations.
Emily caught her breath for a second time as the longest of the
creature's appendages - its "tail" - reached down into one leg of her
jumpsuit. Then it proceeded to reach down into the other leg,
continuing its explorations. Finally it coiled around her thigh and
began to travel slowly upward … she felt the tip of the long appendage
probing… probing… until at last, to her absolute horror, it finally
reached her crotch.
Emily struggled to remain calm, but now it became impossible.
Maybe if I scream, she thought, if I scream at the top of my lungs it
might bring someone to help me.
But what could any of the other slave-workers do? And what if the
creature decided it was being threatened - if it then attacked?
Emily clenched her eyes shut as she felt the thing pressing against her
pubic bone. Oh, God, please don't let it do anything unnatural to me!
she cried inwardly.
At that very moment the slug-snake's tail divided itself into two -- a
thick, forked appendage with two tips. Emily felt one tip exploring
gently, tickling the outer edges of her labia with soft touches. It
worked around steadily, pressing, poking, tickling, until at last it
settled on her urethra, and then against the hood of her clitoris.
Despite her revulsion, Emily felt a strong surge of pleasure from that
touch. It was far, far more intense than any clitoral stimulation she
had ever felt before.
"Uunnnh!" she grunted. He nostrils flared and her breath came in short
gasps as her hips bucked involuntarily.
Perhaps thinking it needed to silence her, the slug-snake extended a
fleshy pseudopod from its underside and clamped this over her mouth.
For a brief moment the tail drew away from her, and then came the worst…
In one motion the alien promptly shoved the smaller end of its forked
tail into Emily's anus, while the other, larger end slipped more easily
into the soft, yielding opening of her vagina. The appendage quickly
explored deeper and deeper into her vaginal canal, rapidly filling her,
stretching her…
Emily tried to scream once more but it was no use. She simply had to
lie there and endure having her every opening violated.
And yet, remarkably, it was still intensely pleasurable. And it became
even more so as a third 'finger' sprouted off from the longest appendage
and once more the being found her clitoris. In fact, it seemed as
though most of the creature's tickling, exploring gestures were focused
there.
One part of Emily thought about this for a moment with a detached
fascination: How did it know to touch her there? Yet another, more
primal part of her was furious, outraged, and terrified. She wondered if
she was going to go insane from the disgust and shock of having the
alien's, thick, undulating appendages probing more and more deeply into
her rectum and vaginal opening.
The alien was raping her!
Even as this thought ran through her head, her uterine muscles suddenly
contracted strongly. Emily really couldn't help it. The 'finger' on
her clit had grown warm - almost hot, and the feeling of pleasure was
just too much. As if in surprise at having its appendage squeezed, the
heaviest part of the alien's body was lifted away from her at once.
Emily seized the moment to take one large breath, finally determined to
call out for aid - but instead the cry that escaped her lips was one of
ecstasy!
She threw back her head and cried out once more as the first wave of the
powerful orgasm surged through her. The alien shuddered at the sound of
that cry. Swiftly, a long, semi-transparent tongue came snaking out of
its hog's head jaws and was jammed into her open mouth.
Emily's eyes bulged as the creature's "tongue" was shoved right down her
throat. Then, for whatever reason, she stopped fighting it. She gave
way to it all. Her every orifice filled, she felt her mind go slack,
and even then the alien pushed deeper.
Something strange happened then … she felt herself able to take it all,
and more … felt herself penetrated beyond what was purely physical. She
felt a kind of merging … felt as though some previously unknown quantity
of the universe had pierced the most quintessential and human aspect of
her soul.
She felt herself becoming something completely other…
And then her world went black.
©Rex Morgenthal, 2004
www.spaceangels.us
Earth's most beautiful women
abducted and enslaved.
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