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Date: Wed, 04 Aug 2004 15:55:34 +0000
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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 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.
To divert herself from this rather depressive obsessing over Terry, she
tried imagining herself back on Earth doing all the things she used to
like doing. She pictured herself getting together with friends, imagined
she was out 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 them 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 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 slowly 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 that was 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 began to alter its
shape even more. A number of long, probing appendages were extruded from
its sides - 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. Really it
seemed like the alien was just exploring her body. (Or possibly it was
merely tasting its food before it proceeded to devour her?)
Gently but firmly, she turned her head to the side until she found a
space to breathe. This accomplished, her brain ticked over rapidly with
thoughts of survival. If this had been a bear attack, she reasoned, the
smart thing to do would be to curl up in a defensive posture until it
was over. But she couldn't do that now, could she? She couldn't even
move. The only real option she had left was to try and relax, to force
herself to not feel afraid.
Emily was well aware of the fact that many animals can 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 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 in these regions.
Then Emily caught her breath as the alien's attention proceeded to
become focused on her navel and nipples. Rather than feeling numb, 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 Sally.
But what could Sally do? What could Sally possibly do to help her 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 the very moment she was thinking this, the slug-snake's tail divided
itself into two -- creating a thick, forked appendage with two long
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 clit.
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 now 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 … Emily 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.
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