Story: Stardust

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Stardust
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)

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In the wake of an NEO comes a dramatic shift in power for earth's dominant species. (FFM, nc, rp, cast, sn, sci-fi)

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As the sun sets over the snow glazed peaks, the red hue bathes the inside of the cave with a warm glow. The shadows deepen, and I struggle to my feet for another bucket of snow to bathe my throbbing gonads in as I lay by the fire. Within a day or two, I know I will need to venture to the small market several hours distant to replenish my now dwindling food supply. For now, though, all is well and I wonder how many of my other male companions have survived.

Struggling to my feet, my groans awaken Rascal, my trusty Labrador companion, and he accompanies me on my brief trek into the snow covered twilight. Returning quickly to the warmth of the fire, I gingerly expose my still tender ball sack and smother it in a handful of snow, easing the fires within and the inflammation that has stubbornly refused to subside. My sighs encourage Rascal to join me by the sleeping bag and we settle in for the night.

My thoughts wander back in time to the eternity that has passed in such a few short weeks. I had just married an adorable waif that I happened to encounter while stocking shelves at the local department store. Shy and lovely was she, with a small frame, dark round eyes that could warm the coldest winter night, and youthful innocence that concealed her practical wisdom.

Within a few short dates, we had moved into a small two-bedroom apartment close to work and within walking distance to most any convenience. A small wedding soon followed and we began our lives together, with passion- filled nights and play filled days. Our dreams began to mutually form, and I wondered how I had survived the lonely life that I had before.

The world news report had mentioned as a footnote that a small near earth object would be passing close to Earth and although a small amount of satellite interference may be encountered, all of the fragments would easily dissipate within the upper atmosphere. We stepped out onto the balcony, with her head resting against my chest and we watched the brief flashes of the NEO's as their timeless life flickered out against the darkness of the moonless sky.

The lights suddenly flickered off and the surrounding city was darkened for a few seconds, before the power was restored, and we returned to the comfort of our second-hand couch to enjoy each other once again. Far above us the tiny molecules began their gradual descent, covering an unsuspecting world with a hormone altering mist that would forever alter the foundations of humanity.

In the first hours of the new day, I awoke to the haunting, lust –filled gaze of my beloved. Without a word she tore the covers from us, and ripped my underwear from my torso in a wild frenzy. She dove, face first onto my flaccid member and began sucking and gnawing in wild abandon unlike I'd ever experienced before.

As I began to rise to her administrations she quickly straddled me and forcefully pushed my glans past the tight sopping entrance of her vagina into the warmth within. Riding me in wild abandon with her head thrown back and her tiny hand clinging almost painfully to my chest, she shuddered with her first orgasm. There was a shiny sheen to her soft olive skin as she rode out the orgasm and her brown beautiful hair seemed to tremble with her ecstasy.

With nary a pause, she pummeled my torso again, rocking back and forth on my now hard manhood, as her nipples jutted proudly into the cool night air. The muscles surrounding her vagina tightened with a second, then a third orgasm, each seeming to build in intensity until she became a trembling, thrusting mass of femininity, shuddering almost continually in orgasmic bliss.

So erotic was her countenance that I could no longer hold the passion that so quickly grew within, and I released into her warmth with a back bending thrust and growl, that sent Rascal cowering and sent her over the edge once again. Her vagina went into overtime, rippling continually down the length of my shaft and milking everything I could offer into her hungry womb.

She cooed erotically and then resumed her attack, thrusting her hips unmercifully, with her eyes rolled into her head, and a small stream of drool escaping from the corner of her full lips. Another orgasm erupted throughout her frame while her torso continued to assault my softening member. Our pubic hair had become painfully abrasive and the skin above my pubic bone bruised to where pleasure became pain. Unable to endure any longer, I rolled quickly from beneath her trembling form and ran to the comfort of the bathroom for damage assessment.

Before I could close the door, as some form of rabid animal, she was upon me again knocking me on my butt into the tub. With a painful thud, I landed, as she wrapped her legs around me and fumbled for the sticky lifeless flesh between my legs. Just outside the apartment I heard a male screaming, further intensifying my growing anxiety, and I struggled to free myself from the slippery form that once again trembled in orgasm above me. Although she was locked in an orgasmic death grip, I was able to over power her and fled, grabbing the large bath towel as I bolted from the apartment. My eyes locked on to the scene immediately in front of me.

Our neighbors, whom my wife and I had affectionately coined the lesbian sisters, had pinned the old man from down the hall to the floor, one rubbing her genitals on his face savagely, as the other tried to coax life into his wrinkled member. Suffering from acute asthma, I can still hear him gasping for air amid their mindless assault; his wheelchair on his side blocking the only route of escape. Summoning what little athletic skill I possessed, I vaulted over the gruesome scene knowing that any attempt at rescue would be fruitless.

Operating in panic mode, I bolted for the parking lot which was now a cornucopia of writhing bodies filling the air with the squeals of animal passion and the scent of sex. I heard the appeals of my wife, as she screamed my name from our balcony while thrusting her torso wildly against one of the floral deck chairs we had just recently purchased For a moment I hesitated, but I sensed my survivability was in question and ran.

I ran from the nightmare. I kept running, dodging heaps of copulation, and corpses of spent men. I ran as fast as I could, with my lungs burning and my bare feet bleeding. I ran until my legs buckled beneath me and my adrenalin was spent. As I lay in a field of tall grass, gasping for air, I tried to reason what could have happened and why. With my heart beating like a runaway freight train, I reasoned reasoning was beyond my understanding, and survival was the priority.

As I struggled to rise from the brief respite two sets of hands roughly pulled my naked form onto my back, and a slight framed blond abruptly sat on my chest barring any chance for escape. Although I could not see beyond the peach fuzz that had just begun to sprout between her legs, I could feel the warm tongue of another lather my genitals feverously, trying to evoke some hardness into the chafed flesh her warm mouth now fully enveloped.

I tried to think of anything non-sexual – even disgusting to delay the inevitable. Puke, backed up sewers, dirty diapers – nothing seemed effective; and when a tiny finger forced its way through my anus to massage my tired prostrate, I could only succumb. As she guided my abused organ into her warm silky depths, I resigned my fate to my Creator, and closed my eyes in anticipation.

Although I have written of the ecstasy my young wife gave me, her pussy paled in comparison to the sweet folds that engulfed me as my captor guided me into her moist depths. As she coaxed my essence from me fervently, the young girl sitting on my chest was frigging herself in a wild masturbatory frenzy, until with a disarming squeal she squirted a long stream of clear velvety ejaculate on my face and neck. Somehow, any resistance crumbled upon savoring this delicious cream, and my hips began to thrust mindlessly in rhythm to my unseen rapist.

Beneath the orgasmic flesh riding me, I was overcome with lust and soon felt the all too familiar burning deep in my torso signaling my impending release.A series of high pitched squeals came from the girl riding my hips as she was swept up with her own orgasm while the girl on my chest scooted up to plant her tender young pussy on my mouth. My tongue lashed out against the tiny bud of her arousal, lapping the dew as quickly as it formed as my seed boiled through my torso and erupted, somewhat painfully into the unseen pussy so passionately milking my thoroughly chaffed organ.

I gave a silent scream as the three of us exploded in simultaneous orgasms. Surprisingly, my last conscious thought was that I would never see the face of she who robbed my masculinity as my essence bathed her delicate internal folds. Darkness enveloped me gratefully.

It was night, cool and crisp when I awoke to the sight of a million stars and Rascals wet nose. She always had a way about her, that smart old dog! Somehow, I had been granted another opportunity to live and I would not allow it to pass through my penis. Crouching, I made my way through the field and into a nearby glen. A small creek of ice cold water was meandering through the trees giving birth to my survival plan. Bathing in the crystal clear stream revitalized me and I set out for the source of the streams origins, undoubtedly high in the nearby mountains.

For several days, I crept through the available foliage, moving ever closer to the mountains, while grabbing the necessities I would require to live somewhere high on the snow covered peaks. On the second night, I found a jeep parked in the middle of a bridge. Ever so cautiously, I approached the vehicle and found a park ranger sprawled out on the front seat with his grossly abused genitals exposed and a look of sheer terror on his face. His final moments must have been horrible. I carried his body over to the side of the road and covered it with some small boulders I found there, and with silent thanks, fired up the jeep and sped of for the hills with my trusty canine companion.

Occasionally swerving to dodge corpses, and on one occasion, flooring the jeep to flee from a band of female maniacs, I made my way up into the back roads of the mountains and came across a small one room cabin with a storage shed and a gas pump. Sending Rascal out first, knowing she would find any signs of life, I hid on the floor boards. I wasn't content to leave the locked jeep until darkness fell. The cabin was well stocked with food, and the bed was more than accommodating and most importantly, the shower worked.

With great caution I took extraordinary measures to secure the cabin before finally relaxing. I learned how goldilocks felt that night as I took a true Hollywood shower, fixed a great meal for the two of us, and banked the fire to fight off any night chill before climbing into perhaps the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in. Although my mind was trying to process a multitude of information, my exhaustion was more than a match and I soon fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

It was early in the morning when Rascals growl awakened me. One of the two small windows was broken and two women were already on their way to the bed while yet another was making her way in. My struggles were brief and unrewarded as my pants were torn from my torso and Rascal found refuge under the bed. The first women, middle aged and somewhat dumpy, threw her legs over mine and mashed her hairy pussy against my bruised and beaten genitals; the second dropped down onto my face and began gyrating her pussy in wild abandon as I gasped for air. The third crammed her pussy on my foot and began humping frantically, almost ripping off my toes in the process. I screamed. I screamed in both pain and humiliation. I screamed into the maw that was unceremoniously raping my mouth, giving my assailant a screaming orgasm, soon followed by her two accomplices.

Almost on cue, the three changed places, and the dumpy gal was now on my torso, grinding my organ into my pubic bone in wild abandon. A cute redhead was now on my mouth, grinding and grunting as her labia swelled with yet another orgasm. The third was panting by the bed frigging her pussy so furiously that I could barely see the color of her finger nails. Unable to respond with an erection, the girl riding my torso grabbed my depleted gonads and squeezed tightly. I screamed into the thatch of red hair and saw stars until everything went black.

When I awoke my penis was on fire, bleeding and limp, and my gonads were easily twice their normal size. A small dabble of blood and semen were dribbling from my penis pooling on my stomach and the bed beside me as Rascal sat beside the bed with sadder than sad eyes. It was a struggle to move, and it was extremely painful to walk. Gathering whatever I could find, I worked my way out to the jeep, knowing full well that another female encounter would surely be my last. Rascal jumped onto the seat beside me and kept trying to lick my face, as we left the cabin slowly and continued further into the hills. I was beginning to doubt there was anywhere safe now, and was almost delirious from the pains in my genitals.

The gravel soon gave way to dirt as we passed the tree line and the snow deepened. Four wheel drive is great until the snow packs into the undercarriage and the light vehicle losses its traction. When all attempts to continue failed, Rascal and I set out on foot, hoping the abandoned vehicle would remain or future use. I would have to dig it out later when supplies waned. With a heavy backpack, snowshoes and a sled filled with provisions we trudged through towards the peak in the midday sun.

When the snow gave way beneath our collective weight, we stumbled into our new temporary home; a small cave of ice. Unable to continue as the jolt from the brief fall had traumatized my genitals even further, I lay quietly as Rascal took station next to me. Don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke, I was able to clear my head enough to assess our position and needs. Firewood was plentiful just down the slope. With a little effort, I would be able to make our snowy abode livable and quite comfortable. The crisp air was marvelous, and with only a few animal tracks about, I felt safer than anywhere I could think of.

Several days had passed since then and now, I wondered what remained of society. Were women the new dominant species with no male counterparts? Were there some male survivors, maintained purely as "toys?" Or maybe women had returned to the way they were before the "stardust." How could I safely find out? What of my beloved wife? What about my gonads? Long ago I learned curiosity has its consequences and what is might best be left to the memory of what was.

Rascal and I would survive; maybe someday return to find answers. Sleep offers a peaceful realm of fantasy and reality and it's a safe place to find refuge in. As the last rays of light faded from the sky, so too did my wakefulness and an easy peace enveloped me in sleep. A falling star flared briefly and disappeared over the horizon.

I awakened to Rascal barking at a helicopter hovering over head. Before I could struggle to my feet, several soldiers approached the cave dressed in combat fatigues with weapons poised.

"You alright," one barked, harshly.

""I think so," I yelled over the sound of the chopper blades.

"Let's get you checked out," he barked again and motioned for me inside. Rascal leapt in with me. Several other men were laying on the floor with bandages on their crotches and in obvious agony. I glanced up towards the flight deck and saw a woman pilot as the chopper lifted of into the clear mountain air. A member of the aircrew came over with a clipboard and I gave him my name and vitals.

He explained the CDC had isolated the viral strain that had emanated from the NEO debris and that a vaccine was being synthesized to neutralize the effects. Most females had developed antibodies within 48-hours although there were still rogue bands that were being rounded up and placed in isolation until they could be inoculated. Male casualties were catastrophic – over 70% neutered, and numerous fatalities. The administrative offices were basically controlled by women now who would undoubtedly remain in power for at least a generation if all went as predicted.

We landed at the hospital and were guided into a large room where medical staff scurried to and fro. A young nurse gently exposed my genitals and almost reverently cleaned away the caked blood pausing only when I winced. Gently cradling my scrotum, her warm gentle hands explored the wrinkled sac and she smiled.

"You'll be able to keeps these," she said and smiled warmly. "You're one of the lucky ones."

The man next to me was softly sobbing as I heard the doctor say he would need a penectomy. Apparently his assailants had bitten off his gonads in a frenzy to ingest more sperm, and had torn the underside of his penis away in the process. I was given a mild sedative and escorted into a comfortable waiting room where a big screen TV was showing a family movie and warm coffee was brewing. A short time lady my teary wife appeared by my side with Rascal, and after some instructions from the nursing staff, we were on our way home. She put me into my own bed and gently exposed my genitals, kissing them over again amidst profound apologies and tears.

Despite the trauma of the past few days, the all too familiar stirrings replaced the dull throbbing that had been a constant companion since it all began. Her delicate fingers once again found the sensitive places that reawakened the reproductive instincts in me. Soon my battered flesh rose to its full misshapen glory and as she made gentle circles around my corona, I knew my release would soon follow. Gently and persistently, she coaxed new life into my genitals; licking my scrotum lovingly while lovingly kneading my battered shaft into ecstasy. Too soon, I felt my seed boiling from their origins and erupt with a tiny stream that trickled from my glans onto my torso.

The last cognizant thought I remember was her soft warm mouth encasing my gonads and a infinitely sharp pain as she tore them savagely from my torso.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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Story: Lust In Translation

In the CAW 24 thread, Pars001 asked:

"also can it have a sci fi mystery or alien romance theme? after all I am strange"

My response was:

"How about treaty negotiations between the <insert name here> alien race and the humans. The final treaty has to be consummated by sex between an alien and a human. For extra points, tell it from both human and alien points of view.

BTW: This is not an entirely original idea."

I had to try this one.

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The president stared at the webpage, its oversaturated blue colour hurt his eyes, but it was the video which was just confusing and made his headache. How did they do that? He looked at his briefing papers for reference, the diagram of the alien female. If he squinted, you might mistake them for normal people, in a dark alley, during a power outage. Everything was just in the wrong place, and he really didn't want to think of the function of that orifice, just next to their reproductive orifice.

He turned to his chief science advisor. "Are you totally sure this is how they do it?"

"The linguists are positive mr President. They studied the body language in minute detail, it was said as if it were the most normal activity. They'll be mightily offended if we don't do it their way."

"He really said, 'its consummated with a fuck on live TV, your president and our president'?"

"That's exactly what he said mr President."

"And we've confirmed that that's what he meant?"

"We asked most politely for clarification, and that is what he meant. He seemed perturbed by the question. We don't want to sabotage the negotiations, so we just moved politely onto the logistics of the act."

"This isn't going to kill me or maybe worse, kill her?"

"All the data shows we are extremely compatible. We evolved from he same basic amino acids as they did, our foods are compatible. We would even classify them as mammals if we didn't know they're alien. They give birth to live young, and they suckle them, they even have vestigial body hair. Our measurements indicate that our sex organs are of compatible size."

The president flinched at the mention of sex organs, it was his balls on the line here. Rather too literally for his liking.

"So how is this going to go down?"

"Page five of the briefing paper has the outline of the event. You will enter from opposite sides of the stage, you will be naked to start with. You will meet on the bed at center stage, and there you will perform the copulation."

"How the hell am I supposed to fuck an alien, her places are not in the right places."

"The briefing document pages 20 through 30 covers suggestions on how to proceed. Our anthropologists have been studying their rituals and customs. There is a large amount of source material for that, their pornography industry is surprisingly advanced. We can see several ways in which you might be able to mate with their president. We have suggestions for foreplay, the anthropologists are suggesting it is still customary for their males to take the lead in copulation. However, don't be surprised if she gives you direction instead. I'm sure you can handle it, sir."

The president was now questioning why he got into politics in the first place. He could have been a simple farmer just like his father. He carried on studying the briefing paper.

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Down on the planet, President Rowena Powell was having similar thoughts. She looked at the orange tinted cover of her most treasured possession. "Playboy and the Slime God" it proclaimed, even above the name, "Amazing", of the magazine. Her uncle Isaac had bought it for her when she was ten, it was already an antique then. It had sparked a young girls interest in science and it had put her on the path which after a couple of strange turns brought here here. To be fucked by an alien.

She wanted to know there was no misunderstanding, like the hapless Botax (the alien protagonist in the title story) had had. She called that being the slime god.

"We're totally 100% positive that this is their custom, they're not the slime god here?"

"They told us about it in the sixth form. They were very definite about how this was to happen, madam president" The alien language had multiple forms, each form was used in a different way to communicate shades of meaning. The sixth form was ultra polite, it also conveyed the message, 'if you don't agree, we'll nuke you', so no mistaking their intent.

The language forms the aliens used also made it almost impossible to put a name to them, they themselves called themselves several things including "Baorn", "Oeblae" and "Rohazee". Baorn was sixth form, Rohazee was third, much less formal. If you used the wrong one in the wrong circumstances you could start a war, or worse. Most of the time they were referred to "our friends from space", or just "friends". There were a lot of less polite words for them in common currency as well.

"So how does their anatomy work again?"

"They're in transition from quadrupedal to bipedal, not unlike a gorilla. The head analog is not fully articulated, more of a hump. There are several eyes and a mouth. The mouth is only used for feeding, not for respiration. Respiration and speech uses the posterior orifice."

"You mean they talk through their but?"

"Exactly."

"They must be good politicians."

The science advisor suppressed a chuckle, but continued. "The mouth also doubles as the sex organs though. The tongue is also a penis."

"The male fucks by going down on the female? Sounds good to me." Said the president with a giggle.

"Actually madam president, the female's sexual organs are also in her mouth. Copulation is more like french kissing. There is some reference to oral sex, that might be more what you were referring to madam president. Though given the difference in the positions of their mouth and the human vagina, it might look different."

"Like he's kissing her butt?"

"Precisely madam president."

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Rowena walked hesitantly onto the stage, she felt naked. She was naked, but it felt worse than that. Across the stage was the alien president, he did look like a headless humpback gorilla from this angle. Getting closer she could see that he was hairless, his skin was dark and looked more like a grained leather jacket. That was more or less as expected, their sun flooded their planet with much more UV light than earth, a tougher skin was necessary for survival.

Even closer she could see the eyes around the sensory hump. On their planet, they were much more heavily shielded against sunlight, with multiple eyelids. To the alien, even a well lit TV studio was dark, so all the eyes were fully open, several of them were staring at her.

Finally they were within touching distance, the alien spoke, to Rowena, it sounded like a fart. The translation was relayed to her ear bug, "I'm very pleased to meet you madam president."

Rowena started her prepared speech, "I'm pleased, …" but didn't get to finish. The alien reached around and hugged her, and kissed her. The hug felt like the alien was wearing an exquisitely soft leather jacket, leather wasn't Rowena's fetish, but at this rate she thought she might change her mind. The hug was very sensual. She reached around and hugged back, she could feel the light coating of hair she expected to find.

The kiss was also quite a turn on, the alien's tongue slipped into her mouth. Of course, it was also his penis and it was erect, she tried to french him, but she found herself giving him a blowjob. Meanwhile the alien's other tongues, there were three smaller tongues arrayed around the main tongue, they also joined in. It was really erotic for Rowena.

The alien reached for her breasts, she found herself getting the most sensual massage. It felt like hands clad in the softest calfskin gloves. The alien maneuvered her to sit on the bed, then moved his mouth down to her breast. The prehensile tongue/penis again performed a most sensual massage of her breasts. She lay back on the bed and moaned softly.

Rowena was barely capable of rational thought at that moment, but one thought she had was that these aliens had a future tending to earth women like this. She'd be tempted to sign up for this again. The alien kissed down her stomach, arriving at her pussy. The alien's tongue probed, he was good at this, a natural Rowena though. She sighed and moaned some more, louder this time. 

She felt the alien's tongue/penis pushing at her entrance. Simultaneously, the three smaller tongues licked at her clit and pussy lips. The effect was too much for Rowena, she came, her moans became screams and she trashed around on the bed. The alien raised his buttocks high, and trumpeted a triumphant bellow, it still sounding like a very loud fart. Then he came inside her.

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At the very recently and rapidly constituted bureau of alien affairs, Mark Watson was a computational linguist. He was part of the team which had built the translator the negotiations had relied on. He was troubled.

As he was discussing his concerns with is boss, the TV was playing the coupling of the presidents in the background. It was being broadcast around the world. "So you know about the various forms of our friends' language."

"Uh huh."

"I was looking over the translation map, I noticed the third and fifth forms cluster very closely in the output space. That would means word in the third and fifth forms can be easily confused. This is a phenomena our friends have noticed themselves. They call them 'third form jokes'. Something like our puns, but more subtle. The third form tends to express cruder concepts, so if you change a fifth form word to a third form word in a sentence you can end up with a dirty joke pun."

"That could make life difficult, can we alter the topology of the map to increase the separation of the forms?"

"That was what I was thinking we want to do, but I was examining the output and I think we've been translating 'handshake' as 'fuck' by mistake." They both looked over to the action on the screen.

- the end -

Story: Clones

By Homealone_447
Edited by Silverman

Danika arrived at the entrance of one of the caves that spread across the hills of Montana. She was an amateur geologist and knew that there were plenty of pictographs inside the caves of the area. She had walked all day and it was getting dark. This was her last chance to find something before heading back to the cabin she rented for the weekend.

“I am here! Hope to find something in this one.”

Much to her disappointment, she couldn’t find any carving on the walls of the cave. But instead there was something that caught her attention. Danika found a rock that looked very different from the rest, both in shape and texture. It had a lot of pointy edges that extended from the center with a crystallized surface but it was certainly not made of quartz.

“Wow! Where did this come from? This rock doesn’t belong here.”

Danika stepped out of the cave with a sense of satisfaction. The sun was already hiding behind the mountains but at least this day hadn’t been a total waste. She walked back to her cabin looking down at the rock, wondering what it was and how it got there. A professional geologist may have dismissed the rock as irrelevant but for her it was worth further investigation.

“I need to figure out what type of rock this is. It must be some sort of ancient volcanic debris.”

The cabin was a small A-shape construction with two levels. The living room and dining table were near the front door and a small kitchen was at the back with the basic appliances. At the upper level there was only a single bed and a dresser. The place was very isolated. Perfect for someone that was looking to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
After dinner, Danika removed her hiking boots and tight shorts and sat at the table to admire her new discovery,  “Maybe this is a part of meteorite that fell to Earth millions of years ago and the cave preserved it intact. This is so cool!”

Danika tilted the rock to see the other side and suddenly the most unexpected thing happened…

“Holy crap! Something is leaking from the rock!” Danika exclaimed.

She looked amazed at the thin stream of metallic fluid that spilled from a hole in the center of the rock and formed a small puddle on the table.

“Wow! This fluid must be mercury! It could be a freaking great discovery!”

Danika carefully touched the silver pool spreading it apart but curiously enough, it glided back together in an instant. She knew that mercury tends to merge together once two units are pushed into each other but this one seemed to be moving on its own.

“This is odd. Maybe it is has a magnetic charge.”

But it was even stranger that her own reflection on the mercury mirror seemed to be shifting around, even as the liquid remained perfectly still. Danika looked at it trying to figure out what was going on.

“It seems to be moving just below the surface. How can this be possible?”

Half an hour later, Danika realized that she had been staring at the reflective liquid for a long time. But it was so interesting. She could swear that there were plasma rays projecting up from the fluid from time to time but it made no sense. Mercury doesn’t produce plasma. She had to look more intently and catch one of them to be sure.

“It was a long day. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. But it looks so beautiful.”

More time passed and Danika remained on her seat, observing attentively. A bump in the center of the metallic pool surged up briefly, creating a few concentric waves that expanded outwardly. Danika’s eyes rolled up her head for a second before focusing back on the puddle.

“I must be more tired than I thought. I’ll just look at it five more minutes…”

The same thing occurred a few more times until suddenly a multicolored plasma cloud emerged from the silver pool, floating up. Danika gasped, opening her eyes wide. She realized this was something abnormal, this could even be a dangerous situation but she still didn’t move. It didn’t feel right. After all, it was a great discovery.

“Ahh…” Danika exclaimed; then she whispered “Soo… beautiful.”

The plasma cloud danced in the air getting closer to her face and then into her mouth. She felt tickles in her tongue, her throat and her brain. Still Danika remained immobile.

“Beau…tiful…”

Danika felt a form of alien energy pushing her thoughts away. For some inexplicable reason this was exciting to her. That very thought remained and lingered. Her most basic instincts started to fill the void left by any rational thought expunged. Her belly began to twitch slightly from the waves of pleasure flowing out of her clit, intensifying every second. She couldn’t understand it, she couldn’t even think of it. But she could certainly feel it. Moments later, the girl’s mind was completely blank and her nipples fully bloated.

An idea formed in the geologist’s mind. She thought about gathering the liquid on the table and placing it on the floor without realizing that she was already doing it; the whole time her pussy twitched with rewarding excitement. Danika watched herself as if she was an outside passenger in her own body.

For a brief second she thought about touching herself and extinguishing that burning fire that radiated from her pussy but the thought was quickly suppressed and replaced by a new one.

“Nurture…”

Danika walked robotically to the kitchen. She looked around searching for metallic objects and she found a few. There was one large pot and a few smaller ones. There were spoons, forks, knives… she grabbed them all.

She moved back to the living room and placed all the metallic appliances on top of the silver liquid. They immediately melted and merged with it, creating a wider and thicker chrome pool that grew substantially. When it was big enough, the fluid came alive, morphing and rising. Danika stood beside it, rigid, motionless, staring at nothing while her vaginal nectar dripped down her inner thighs.

The chrome formation kept changing until a head and a humanoid torso emerged from the amorphous bulk. The transformation continued, creating arms, hip and legs. A few minutes later, a fully formed humanoid made of shiny metal, was standing in front of Danika staring back at her with soulless silver eyes.

The creature stepped forward and analyzed Danika’s top, recognizing that it was not part of her skin. It unbuttoned the cloth and looked at the woman’s perky, voluptuous breasts then touched them delicately, caressing her nipples. Danika moaned quietly, instinctively responding to the subtle stimulation.

After removing her top completely, the chrome humanoid knelt down looking at Danika’s white panties. The difference in color indicated the possibility that they were not part of her skin either. The humanoid confirmed this after grabbing the soft cloth and proceeded to take them off. The subject needed to be completely naked for the replication process.
Still on its knees, the metallic humanoid looked at Danika’s exposed crotch for a moment. It moved one hand up and inserted a finger between her pussy lips, validating that it was one way into her body. Danika’s entire body twitched momentarily before resuming her rigid posture.

The creature moved around Danika’s curvy silhouette, finding her anus; another feasible point of entry. Danika felt the cold, alien hands caressing her buttcheeks and a sensual chill traveled up her spine into her entranced mind. This strange sensation woke her slightly from her reverie as the controlling effect from the plasma started to wear off.

Danika realized that she was standing naked in the middle of the cabin’s living room but she couldn’t remember why. She thought about moving but her body wouldn’t respond. Then she saw it. The humanoid stood up and moved in front of Danika, assuming her exactly same pose. Danika’s heart jolted from fear while her pussy throbbed in response. She noted the wetness in her pussy and this confused her even further.

“What is happening? What is that thing?” Danika wondered with unseen panic.

The shinny creature was ready to begin the cloning procedure. A squishy sound coming from the humanoid’s crotch resounded in the room as a long, metallic tentacle protruded between its legs. The proboscis curved upward and moved closer to Danika, searching for the first point of entry.

Danika wanted to look down and see what was happening but her eyes remained the same, staring forward at those empty, silver eyes that stared back at her. When she felt the cold appendage touching her pussy lips, her whole body twitched. Then the proboscis started to penetrate her pussy and slide deep within her lubricated vaginal walls. Danika screamed, yet she heard herself moaning softly. She had screamed only in her trapped mind and her body was acting as instructed.

The slender woman could clearly feel the malleable tentacle pushing forward, expanding and filling every inch of her pleasure center. Her nipples swelled even bigger while her pussy clenched hard around the invader, as if making sure it would never leave her shuddering body. The young geologist rationalized that this had to be a dream; otherwise it couldn’t feel this good.

“This is a dream. This is a strange sex dream…”

The humanoid detected the strong waves of pleasure traveling across the tentacle from Danika’s body into its own body. It shuddered as well. It was a strange sensation with a mysterious purpose. The humanoid liked it.

A second flexible tentacle emerged from the humanoid anus. Every opening needed to be explored since perfect symmetry was essential to the replication process. The tentacle curved between the humanoid legs, moved forward between Danika’s legs and penetrated her ass with a single, steady motion.

Danika’s primal reaction was to scream while throwing her head back. This time her mind was in sync with her body and for a brief second she thought she had regained control of her movements. But she hadn’t. Her body stayed in place even as something alien entered deep into her ass.

“Oh my God! This is not a dream. This is real!” she thought in terror.

Her heart jolted in fear at the same time that her pussy twitched from incredible pleasure, sucking the tentacle even deeper. Danika’s mind was overwhelmed with mixed signals of apprehension and incredible bliss. She started losing the frail consciousness she had left.

The metallic creature observed Danika’s wide open mouth and extruded yet another tentacle that waved forward, closer to the woman’s face.

This time, Danika saw it coming. This creature was going to penetrate all three of her holes and there was nothing she could do about it. The idea of total submission sounded so sexy. It was the right thing to do. She caught herself thinking…  “Take me!”

Danika gagged a little as the tentacle entered her mouth, reaching the back of her throat and beyond, moving down her esophagus, exploring, expanding. Her rigid body was a misleading indication of the turmoil of sensations that cluttered her entire nervous system. Her pussy twitched hard around the tentacle in perfect synchrony with her ass clutching the other. She felt so incredibly full and yet she wanted more inside of her.

The humanoid could feel every one of Danika’s blissful sensations emanating from every cell of her possessed body. The right moment was close.

An instant later, Danika reached the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her body shuddered back and forth within irrepressible spasms that seemed to grow stronger every passing second.

The humanoid trembled the same way as this mind-blowing climax filtered through the tentacles into her. It was time…

Thousands of microscopic fibers extended from the tentacles across Danika’s entire body reaching every organ, every muscle and every cell. Danika felt nothing but pure bliss. Any trace of self-consciousness disappeared forever, melted in an ocean of ecstasy.

The humanoid’s shape started to change again. This time, it became an exact replica of Danika’s body; the large, full breasts, the slim waist, the voluptuous curvy ass. Everything was exactly the same except for the metallic texture of the clone. Danika’s orgasmic spasms finally faded down but didn’t stop completely. The pleasure would continue until the process was finished.

Danika’s hips jolted hard once, then twice and suddenly, the tentacles penetrating her pussy and ass endured more changes, transforming its metallic composition into a fleshy, softer material that advanced slowly towards the clone’s shapely body.

The same thing happened to the tentacle joining Danika’s mouth with the clone’s. The fleshy conversion had already reached the clone’s head and the effect was now visible across her entire face.

The metallic, cold, silver surface slowly transformed into a soft pink skin across the rest of the clone’s body. Her inner muscles, organs and veins also morphed into an exact replica of Danika’s, giving the sense of softness that was needed.

Less than an hour later, the transformation was almost done. But still the most important part of the clone’s body was incomplete, her brain. Copying the millions of chemical and electrical neuronal connections was a complicated task and the clone needed absolute unrestricted access to do it.

The clone let the orgasmic feelings coming from Danika’s mind filter into her own morphing brain, savoring it, storing it. She shuddered for a few seconds, mimicking Danika’s joyful spasms in perfect synchrony. The clone loved it and wished she could do it for the longest time, but her mission was another. The duplication needed to be finalized.

The clone concentrated on the delightful orgasmic energy, amplified it several times and, with a single stroke, sent it all back to Danika through the tentacles and the millions of microscopic connections within her body. Danika felt an incredible, mind-blowing bliss that washed out her mind and soul completely. Orgasm on top of orgasm rocked her body like she never thought possible. Her brain and everything inside of it was now unconditionally available for the clone to do anything she wanted with it.

At that exact moment, the clone became Danika and Danika became an empty human shell, completely owned and possessed by that irresistible force that now ruled every cell of her body and every thought in her mind. Danika’s big, soulless and glassy blue eyes were indisputable proof that the cloning process was complete.

Danika-clone and Danika-slave stood in front of each other for a moment; one shivering from the newly discovered joys of a human climax and the other shuddering from her first orgasm as a perfect slave. She somehow knew that this unrelenting bliss would last for as long as she was alive.

Finally, Danika-slave collapsed exhausted to the wooden floor while the tentacles slid out of her mouth, pussy and ass. The slave took deep breaths while she stared up into nothing, deeply submerged in a permanent mesmerized state.

Danika-clone felt the pleasurable orgasm fade down slowly while the fleshy appendages began to recede into her body. She examined her new figure. A subtle touch on her breast sent a pleasurable feeling to her brain and caused her nipple to swell. She took note of that and continued experimenting.

The clone looked carefully at Danika-slave lying on the floor, corroborating that their bodies were identical. She knelt and shoved one finger onto Danika-slave’s pussy. The slave gasped and twitched from a sudden mini-orgasm as she opened her eyes wide and listened to her Master’s command.

“Stand up and follow me,” Danika-clone ordered.

The two identical females walked towards the door. One was excited about the impending events; the other was excited from the continuous itching in her pussy.

****

Both girls marched the short distance that separated the cabin from the cave. Danika-slave stared forward, catching a glimpse of the sexy hips of the woman in front of her, swinging sensually as she walked. Her blank mind was unaware that her own hips moved exactly the same way.

Once inside the cave, Danika-clone led the way through a series of underground, dark passages until they reached a large, well-hidden chamber. Danika-slave heard her clone’s voice and her pussy tingled from submissive excitement.

“Wait here sweetie. I’ll be right back.”

The clone moved to another section of the cave while Danika-slave stood impassive and unemotional, regardless of the human corpse that lay just a few feet from her.

The dead body was almost a skeleton, with shreds of mummified skin here and there. It laid over a greenish mound a couple of inches tall that formed a circle of a fleshy material. Right above, hanging from the ceiling, was a large cocoon made of the same fleshy material with several openings all over its surface.

The cadaver’s legs were wide open as if it was still waiting to be taken by the massive greenish formation hanging above it.

Danika-clone came back a minute later holding a small green object in her right hand. She ordered Danika to spread her legs and the slave obeyed without delay.

“I have a present for you. Make sure you take care of this over your own life,” the clone said.

“Yes, Mistress,” the slave spoke for the first time.

Danika-slave felt the slimy object being pushed easily between her pussy lips and beyond. She moaned out loud as the clone’s entire hand penetrated her vaginal cavity, making sure that the precious greenish material was lodged as deep as possible inside Danika’s body.

The slave’s eyes opened wide not only from the forceful penetration but also from the unexplainable warmth that immediately began to spread from within her belly. She had been ordered to love this little thing attaching to her womb but she would have loved it anyway. It felt so good.

Danika-clone pushed half her forearm inside the girl’s pussy while using her left hand to feel through the girl’s belly, searching for the right place to attach the seed. The clone felt the slave’s pussy clutching down hard around her arm and she couldn’t help feeling excited from it. Human females were so perfect for nursing pods.

“Yes... right there”, the clone said, releasing the seed.

Moments later Danika-slave churned and twitched on the ground as the pod inside of her became alive, extruding miniature tentacles that caressed everything around it. Danika-clone pictured the pod already growing, feeding from Danika’s orgasmic delight. The most important part of her job was done but it was not over yet. There were millions of females out there waiting to be taken.

But there would be plenty of time for other females. Now it was time to help the pod, her pod, to nurture and grow. She didn’t know when “they” were coming to pick it up but she had to be ready. That was her only purpose. Danika-clone dived between the slave’s legs and shoved her tongue into her pussy. Danika-slave arched her back from the delightful sensation and reached the first orgasm of her new life.

The slave’s subjugated mind allowed focusing only on one thing: pleasure, irresistible pleasure. Everything that she had been, was gone, erased. All had been replaced with an unavoidable urge to serve and nurture the pod. Now the pod was her life.

But Danika’s memories were not lost. They survived in the clone’s mind. Only the future use of those memories was very different, darker, evil. Inside Danika’s mind, one of her friends stood out from the rest, Kelly.

“She will be an easy target,” the clone thought.

Danika-slave’s trembling legs interrupted the clone’s thoughts. The clone sucked the slave’s clitoris between her lips once more and Danika-slave exploded in yet another climax. Inside of her, the pod grew.

The clone needed to learn more about the human sexual sensations and there was no better way than experiencing it herself. She straddled the slave’s face and ordered her to lick her pussy. The clone felt the slave’s tongue circle around her pussy lips, delicately touching her clitoris, and pushing into her vaginal cavity. It felt so good. Human females were extremely sensitive and this made her job so much easier.

****

A few days later, Danika was sitting on the ground with her back resting against the cave’s hard wall. She stared forward as a strand of drool fell slowly from her lower lip. The pod developing inside of her kept the mesmerized woman in a constant state of arousal, draining her sexual energy to the limit; then waiting for her to recover and drain her all over again. She already looked seven months pregnant.

The pod’s tentacles churned and slid within Danika’s strained body, often finding their way out of her pussy to caress her clitoris, which drove the woman to a quicker and stronger orgasm.

Danika’s whole body twitched and shuddered for minutes during every climax. Before the orgasmic rapture faded down, she was already wishing for the next one to begin. She had become hopelessly addicted to it and there was no turning back.

Danika-clone noticed the size of the slave’s belly and realized that it was time to make a change. She repositioned Danika-slave so her hands and knees rested on the floor. Then she shoved her tongue into the slave’s pussy, forcing a heightened excitement that was immediately detected by the pod. A swift tentacle was projected from the slave’s body, aiming to caress her clitoris but Danika-clone was right there to grab it.

“There you are…” Danika-clone said as she saw and grabbed the small tentacle.

Danika-clone pulled the tentacle hard, knowing that it was the only way to remove the enlarging pod from the slave’s body. If the pod would remain inside the slave, it would keep growing until it killed her. Danika-slave needed to stay alive because her job was far from done.

“It is time for you to come out,” the clone said to the pod, as if it could understand to her.

Danika-slave felt the large bulk of the pod sliding down her belly. The clone’s command conflicted with Danika’s instinct to protect her pod but she stood still. Meanwhile, her pussy twitched from unbearable excitement as it was stimulated from within.

“Stay still!” the clone ordered.

The clone felt equally excited to see how much the pod had grown since she placed the small seed inside Danika a few days before. “It has grown so much!”
The slave could clearly feel the pod gliding between her widely stretched pussy lips, driving her insane with joy. Translucent slime mixed with her own lubrication, slithering down her thighs and dripping to the ground making a small, gooey pool.

“Ahhhgh..”

“It is coming out and it is beautiful. The Masters will be so proud of us,” Danika-clone said excitedly, and then she added, “Just one more push. Then you can go back to tend our precious pod. I know how much you love it.”

A moment later, the pod rested on the ground between Danika’s legs. It looked like a butterfly cocoon only a lot bigger; about the size of a newborn child. It was dark green and had a lot of small holes on its surface. The clone admired its oily texture as it pulsated and adjusted to its new, cold environment.

Danika-slave laid face down, breathing heavily, recovering from the wearing labor. Then she remembered that her well-being was not important; only the pod mattered. She quickly moved closer to the pod and knelt in front of it, eager to perform her pleasurable duties. Danika-clone was pleased with the slave’s behavior. She no longer needed supervision.

“I need to go back home before anyone misses you, my darling. You know what you have to do,” Danika-clone said, as she got ready to leave.

****

The pod sensed Danika’s closeness and projected a tentacle from one of its multiple openings. The slave’s chest heaved deeply from the intuitive excitement of a new impending penetration, which came true, just an instant later. Danika gasped from sheer pleasure even as her body remained almost immobile. Her pussy, on the contrary, twitched and throbbed frenetically trying to swallow as much of the penetrating tentacle as possible.

Danika’s mind was a blank canvas ready to be painted only in bliss. There she was, kneeling in a cold cave with an alien tentacle penetrating deep inside her soaked vaginal cavity and she wanted more, much more.

Another tentacle protruded from the pod’s main body and snaked between Danika’s legs, searching for more ways to make her climax; to drain her sexual energy as fast and efficiently as possible. It needed to feed.

The tentacle curved up as it reached her ankles and aimed at her anus. With a swift move, the tentacle penetrated her ass! Danika screamed in delight, loosening her tight entrance for easier and deeper access.

As the tentacles stimulated her pussy and ass simultaneously, Danika waved her hips slowly, hoping for another mind shattering orgasm that would set the tone for this new stage of the pod’s development.

And as expected, a powerful orgasm exploded in Danika’s entire body, making her shiver from head to toe. She wanted to stay motionless, preventing the tentacles from slipping out of her body but it was impossible. Her pussy pulsated uncontrollably as her legs and arms twitched within forceful spasms. Thankfully, the tentacles were buried deep enough to remain in place.

“Ahhhgg…”

Her orgasm lasted for a long time, almost leaving her unconscious, but when it was all over, Danika was already waiting for the next one. The pod needed to be fed.

“More…” Danika-slave whispered.

****

Days went by and the pod grew to several times its original size. It anchored itself on the ground but the weight of its main body forced it to bend sideways. This was no inconvenience for the huge tentacles to pump Danika’s sexy and willing body. She was right by its side and she always would be, for the rest of her long life.

Within the fogginess that clouded her aroused mind, Danika caught a glimpse of another appendage waving in her face. The tentacles were now two inches wide, several feet long and as flexible as always. She unthinkingly opened her mouth. Danika needed to eat too and the pod had formed a symbiotic relationship that was convenient for both of them.

Danika felt the fat tentacle move between her soft lips and she sucked it in with eagerness. She caressed it with her tongue, urging it to penetrate deeper. The tentacle pulsated from its root, inside the pod’s main body, to the tip, now moving through Danika’s throat and into her esophagus. Danika loved being penetrated in her three holes at the same time and she reached yet another climax from this thrilling sensation.

A gooey, white fluid was pumped through a hollow tube within the tentacle into Danika’s belly, feeding her with everything she needed to remain healthy, strong and more than willing to return the favor, nurturing the pod with her countless orgasms.

And the orgasms never stopped. Danika moved from one position to another, always making herself available for a swift and deep penetration in her pussy and ass. Sometimes, the tentacles went so deep inside of her that she believed they were going to pop out of her mouth. And when her mouth was empty, she wished this would be true.

The corpse lying on the ground next to the blissful woman was a dark omen for Danika’s future but she couldn’t care less. One day with her pod was better than a whole life as the boring woman she was before.

****

Meanwhile, at Danika’s apartment, the clone opened the door for Kelly. She was a long time friend of Danika and the clone knew, using her duplicated memories, that Kelly had strong feelings for the original Danika. Kelly was intrigued by this unexpected invitation. After greeting each other, they moved into the living room.

“Thank you for coming to my house,” Danika-clone said, trying to sound normal.

“You sound so serious. Is everything ok?” Kelly asked, wondering why Danika was being so formal. Then she looked at Danika’s extremely sexy clothing and she ventured a thought…
“Wow! She looks hot! I wonder if she… and I…. no, it is not possible.”

“Yes. Everything is ok,” Danika-clone responded trying a more cheerful tone but again she sound too formal given the situation. She was learning.

Kelly immediately turned her attention to the strange, metallic ornament sitting by the far wall. Danika-clone stared at Kelly from behind. The original Danika didn’t know the proper way to approach a lesbian so the clone didn’t know either. She decided to just go for it.

“Where did you get this piece? It looks cool,” Kelly asked looking at the shiny, metallic bulk,  “And very weird…” she added without saying it.

Danika-clone walked forward and grabbed Kelly’s breasts from behind. Kelly gasped and flinched, startled, but immediately realized that her long time dream was coming true. It was really hard to believe but it was happening. Danika loved her back.

“What? Oh my God! She is fondling my breast. How can this be? I had no idea,”  Kelly thought amazed.

Kelly couldn’t be happier. She threw her head back on Danika’s shoulder and let her startling lover unbutton her pants and softly caress her pelvic mound.

Danika-clone asked, “Do you like this?”

“Yess… it feels so good.”

Kelly turned around and kissed her new lover fervently. Danika’s miniskirt dropped to the carpeted floor while her tongue danced with Kelly’s.

Danika-clone knew that she was on the right path when she heard soft moans of pleasure escaping Kelly’s mouth. The clone felt an arousing tingling in her pussy as well. She would be happy to do this for a long time if it was necessary.

“This feels very nice. Taking more females will not be hard at all,” the clone thought.

Half an hour later, both sexy girls were laying completely naked right there on the carpet. Danika had Kelly’s clit trapped between her soft, warm lips while Kelly moaned and waved her hips up and down from the wonderful sensation. The clone was also setting things in motion for the upcoming replicating event…

“Wake…”

Beside them, the metallic figure received the telepathic command and began to change shape. A shiny, human head formed at the top of the malleable bulk and looked down at the writhing couple. One of them was like her; the other was her target.

After a few minutes, the previously amorphous figure was now a silver humanoid looming down on Kelly’s face. The unsuspecting woman had her eyes closed, focusing on the blissful spot that was so skillfully handled by Danika.

“Yes… like that. Make me cum,” Kelly moaned.

A chrome tentacle came out of the humanoid and got closer to Kelly’s open mouth. Kelly still had no idea of the imminent danger.

“It feels so good…”

Kelly opened her eyes in shock and arched her back as the humanoid shoved the cold tentacle into her mouth with a sudden, vigorous move. The panicked woman tried to scream but only a muffled, guttural sound escaped her stuffed throat.

In an instant, Kelly felt a thousand tiny prickles all over her palate that numbed her mind and prevented any physical reaction to the sudden intrusion. Danika lifted her face and watched with satisfaction at the beginning of a new cloning process.

Kelly’s thoughts became sluggish and everything around her seemed to move too fast. She was able to see this metallic figure kneeling above her, and then she saw her own reflection in the creature’s chest. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

Inside her head, microscopic tentacles spread from the tip of the tentacle invading her brain and established a direct connection with the humanoid.

Kelly’s eyes rolled up into her head as all of her thoughts were pushed aside and an irresistible surrendering energy surged into her mind, filling every void in her brain cells. Kelly heard a word… no, it was a command. She had no option but to obey.

“Relax…” the humanoid and Kelly thought simultaneously.

The humanoid changed position, kneeling between Kelly’s wide-open legs; and leaning over her limp, compliant body. The tentacle joining their mouths was never removed but now it had curved down and was penetrating down Kelly’s esophagus. Two other tentacles waved in the air, protruding from the humanoid’s pussy and ass while another telepathic image was sent from Danika-clone to the humanoid, indicating it what to do.

And the image quickly turned into reality as both tentacles forcefully penetrated Kelly’s pussy and ass at the same time. Kelly moaned loudly and jolted hard for an instant but her body quickly went static again despite the tentacles going deeper into her body.

As millions of micro tentacles projected to every corner of Kelly’s body, the humanoid moved one step forward in the cloning process and changed shapes again, matching the exact curvaceous figure of the woman beneath her.

A while later, the metallic surface was already changing to a pinkish, fleshy skin; starting from the joining tentacles and spreading across the new clone’s body. Danika had left the house to watch over her pod but not before sending one last telepathic insight to the clone: pleasure; the feeling of climax that would turn Kelly’s brain into a mushy, completely unprotected mass.

The copying process was almost complete and the clone was already filtering some of these, new orgasmic feelings into Kelly’s mind. Kelly felt her nipples swell immediately and her pussy started to burn from an increasing arousal that would not stop until she reached the most powerful orgasm of her life.

And then it happened! Kelly’s entire body twitched from a mind wrecking spasm, followed by another one even stronger. Her entire world became a blinding light that exploded behind her eyes as all her memories, her personality and all that she used to be was transferred into Kelly-clone’s mind.

Then everything became a blank void. Everything except the permanent sense of submission that now was imprinted forever into her ravished mind. The tentacles in her pussy and ass were still pulsating inside of her and for the first time she wished they remained there. It felt so good.

****

Soon after, Danika-clone arrived at the cave to find Danika-slave lying ecstatically on top of the large pod with both tentacles buried deep into her body. The slave wouldn’t like to be any other way. When one of the tentacles was removed from her body for any reason, Danika felt an unbearable emptiness that needed to be corrected as soon as possible.

Judging the size of the pod, the clone realized that it was time for the last stage of the pod development. She waited until Danika-slave stopped shaking from her latest orgasm and moved closer, grabbing her doppelganger. After delicately placing the slave on the ground, the clone embraced the main bulk of the pod and pulled it from the ground. The living pod instinctively retrieved the tentacles for protection.

“Relax my baby. This will make you more comfortable,” the clone said.

Danika-clone lifted the heavy mass with inhuman strength and waited until the pod anchored itself on the ceiling of the cave. Now there was no danger for the thin stem to break under the increasing weight of the pod’s main body. It would be able to feed on Danika and grow without disturbance for many years to come. Danika-slave knelt on the ground below, looking up with dreamy eyes, hoping to see the tentacles come out again and fill her impatient body.

One tentacle appeared shortly after and the slave quickly got on her feet and offered herself to the pod. The long tentacle entered her mouth, moving past her throat, her esophagus and all the way down to her belly. The woman’s pussy twitched on emptiness driving Danika to the verge of orgasm even before the other tentacles emerged from the pod.

The other tentacles were not far behind and soon two more appendages waved down towards Danika’s pussy and ass. Danika-slave took one step closer, pushing the tentacle in her mouth even deeper and getting closer to her beloved pod. Danika-clone walked away proud and excited. There were more humans to take.

“Your old friend Kelly will join you very soon. Not that you care,” the clone said with a smirk on her face.

In fact, Danika didn’t even hear her clone. The moment the tentacles touched the slave’s pussy, she climaxed. The welcoming energy only encouraged the tentacles to move deeper and faster. Danika was back in heaven.

A few hours later, Kelly-clone and Kelly-slave arrived at the cave. The empty stare and serene look on the new slave’s face was masquerading the fire that burned in her crotch. The clone had taken the slave’s mind to the brink of ecstasy and had left it in an arousing spiral that seemed to have no end.

“Wait here slave,” Kelly-clone said.

Kelly-slave waited. The squishing noises coming from the right side of the cave meant nothing to her, as the tentacles pulsated, revolved and twitched inside her former friend Danika.
Minutes later, Kelly-clone came back with another pod seed in her hand. She knelt in front of the slave and ordered her to spread her legs. The submissive slave obeyed.

“Humans’ natural lubrication is very useful,” Kelly-clone thought.

The clone shoved the seed into Kelly-slave’s pussy and then pushed her whole hand in. The slave moaned out loud and reached the first orgasm of her new life.

The cave’s large room that had been silent for many years were now filled with erotic noises that echoed between the stone walls; the noises of two blissful women that soon would be joined by many more.

****

In a distant planet, a similar scene was taking place. One female alien was nurturing her pod, submerged in mesmerizing bliss that had become her only meaning for existence, not very different from her human counterparts. Another female had just been taken and the cloning process was reaching the final stage…

The metallic clone behind her slowly changed to match the slave’s hard, multicolored skin to the smallest detail.

“Now let’s get your pod,” the alien-clone said in a strange language.

An image lingering in the female alien’s mind of her large city filled with billions of her peers being in real danger was shut down and deleted. All chemical connections that formed coherent thoughts were suddenly wiped out and overridden by a single emotion… submission.

****

Somewhere in the galaxy, an enormous spaceship was traveling through space while millions of rocks filled with the mysterious metallic fluid were ejected at specific directions. Inside the ship, one grey alien communicated with his superior. They stood in a large room where hundreds of pods, or “aphrodisiac meat” as they like to call them, hung from the ceiling.

“Sir, we have received a signal from another clone. It indicates that its planet is ready for harvest,” said the subordinated alien.

“How many pods?” the leader asked.

“3,857,447”

“Good. Set the coordinates. We need them all. The demand is very high this season,” the leader said.

Then he made a noise that appeared to be laughter.

The end.

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story.

- the end -

Story: CaveWorms

I always loved exploring the woods near my house. I lived in a semi-rural area, so while it wasn't exactly the middle of nowhere, there was always somewhere new to explore. I was always looking for the most secluded, hard to find places. I loved the idea of being hidden from the world, but still being surrounded by life. I found a lot of interesting things when I went hiking, but one summer afternoon when I was sixteen, I found something REALLY interesting.

It was only a few days in to my summer holidays. School was out for the year and I had nothing on my mind but killing time. I decided that day to go visit this small waterfall I'd discovered, though it was a pretty long hike so I started early. It was a particularly hot day, and by mid morning the air was already feeling sticky, and I'd have been sweating just lounging around the house. I looked forward to finding the falls, and the small river they emptied in to, just to jump in and cool off.

I was glad to see there were no people there when I finally arrived, and no sign of anyone in the area at all. After double checking that I was definitely alone, I stripped down to the bikini I was wearing under my cut-offs and tank top, and enjoyed the cool water on my skin. I looked down and admired my body a bit. I wasn't being egotistical or anything, my boobs were slow to start growing, only really making any progress over the previous year, and before that I was afraid I would end up flat chested or something. So it was certainly nice seeing my now C-cup boobs straining against the top that was now a bit too small for them. After spending a while lounging about under the waterfall, my long, brown hair now soaked several shades darker, I noticed what looked like the opening to a small cave hidden in the rocks behind where the water fell that I'd never noticed before. My natural inquisitiveness took over and I went over to check it out. 

The hole wasn't big enough to just walk in unfortunately, but I knew I'd be able to fit without much difficulty. Of course, that seemed like a really bad idea because I had no idea where the hole led, and the risk of getting stuck was too great. Nevertheless, I continued to examine it, hoping to find some kind of clue as to what was inside. I threw some rocks in, and never heard them hit any walls, so I figured there must at least be a decent amount of space in there. I figured I'd come back another time when I was better prepared, but then I noticed an odd smell. It was faint, but quite pleasant, reminding me of the smell of baking cinnamon buns, somewhere off in the distance. 

The scent became stronger though, and before long I realized that it was actually coming from inside the hole! I became very curious about the source of this aroma, this was definitely not what caves usually smelt like. I sat there weighing up my options. My desire to explore the cave was becoming almost overpowering, but still a sense that it was too risky caused me a great deal of conflict. The hole was certainly big enough for me to go in without much difficulty, and I started feeling a bit silly considering that I had brought a torch with me, and I knew enough about caves to avoid falling into a pit or something. 

Well that did it, I grabbed my torch and carefully climbed through. That smell was even stronger now, and I noticed that I suddenly felt very light, as though I weighed as much as a feather. My head then began to tingle a little. The hole led into a tunnel of about the same size, which I carefully began to crawl though, not really knowing what I was doing. After around ten metres, the tunnel opened into a small area large enough for me to stand and walk around. I shone my torch around, finding nothing particularly interesting. I was hoping to maybe find something someone had left behind a long time ago, some fascinating relic of the past, but there was nothing but moist rock. 

Despite my earlier belief, I suddenly felt the ground disappear as I began to fall. The torch slipped from my hands and was lost, so I could see nothing, but could feel myself falling. I cursed myself for getting so wrapped up in my own thoughts and not seeing the giant hole I now plummeted down. I'm not entirely sure how long I fell for, but it was certainly long enough for me to realize that I'd been falling for too long to possibly survive when I finally hit the ground.

Thankfully, that violent impact never happened. Instead, I felt myself hit something soft. Something really soft. So soft in fact that it gave way as soon as I hit it, stretching all around me like a weird bubble. I could still feel it all over me, stretching, slowing me down. When I finally landed, it was only enough to knock the wind out of me, and I was now covered in whatever it was that had slowed my fall. It was a strange kind of liquid, sticky, but slippery at the same time. It seemed to stick to everything, except my skin. 

The ground I hit was quite soft, and moist. And lumpy and... moving. I stood up with a start when I felt an odd mass writhing against my butt. I still felt it under my feet of course, and I quickly realized it wasn't one solid mass, it was many. Long, thin, slippery shapes slithered under my feet. I tried to calm myself, thinking I'd just fallen into a real life pit full of god damn snakes, and that not moving was really my only option. But then I felt the snakes start worming their was up my legs. I have to admit I panicked then, and frantically tried to brush and kick them off me without falling over. 

Suddenly, I was practically blinded my a bright flash of light. For a brief moment I thought it was sunlight, and that I was saved, or possibly just dreaming, but when my eyes adjusted I noticed that the walls of the cave had started glowing with a warm, clear light. I knew it was probably a huge colony of photo-luminescent bacteria, but before I could think about it anymore, I finally saw where I was, and what was in there with me. 

The entire floor of the cave was covered in a mass of wriggling worms of various sizes. Some as small and thin as a pencil, some were feet long and inches wide. They were all an off-white colour, and seemed to constantly ooze a clear, thick substance that I quickly realized was the source of the smell that led me in there. I can't even describe the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that welled up from the sight.

But that feeling of revulsion started to change a little. It turned into a pleasant tingling sensation, which oddly reminded me of those times when I was feeling particularly horny. More than anything, I was feeling confused at that point, because I was consciously aware of the dire situation I was in. Even without the weird horror movie creatures all around me, I was deep in the ground right now. It was a long fall I'd taken, and it was very unlikely there was any other way out of there. I knew I was going to die, or at least have to subsist on those freaky worms for the rest of my life, but I felt really calm. None of that mattered. I was going to be fine! 

I started feeling faint, and figured there would be no harm in lying down, the worms probably weren't going to eat me or anything, and I felt so drowsy. No sooner had I sunk to the floor than the worms started to swarm, slithering all over me. It felt... nice. Really nice. Like some kind of wonderful, wet massage, every inch of my skin that the worms touched sang to me in pleasure unknown. I sighed as I lay there, feeling more and more relaxed by the second, as more and more worms writhed all over me, until I was more or less completely covered. 

Then they started getting nosy. I could feel one nudging its way into my armpit, while more others began to investigate every nook and cranny of my body. Soon enough, one slipped under my bikini bottoms and made its way between my legs. I felt a sudden jolt of incredible pleasure as it found my pussy, and began rubbing itself against my clit as if it knew what it was doing. More began to join it, from every direction. And others found their way inside my top, and I must admit I loved feeling them massaging my boobs and wriggling against my nipples.

My head was positively swimming by this point. It had been slow to dawn on me, but I now realized I was now more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I wasn't new to sex, having had plenty with my ex boyfriend, and some more with my cousin Jenny when we were younger. My heart was racing and my stomach was positively tingling. It was almost unbearable, but when I felt one of the worms start exploring my pussy lips for a moment before bravely delving in deeper, I decided it was definitely bearable. In fact, I was looking forward to seeing just how good these weird worm dudes could make me feel. Maybe living in this pit wasn't going to be so bad after all?

The worm in my pussy wasn't one of the big ones. As it went inside me, it felt about as thick as two fingers, and it felt amazing. It was as though the feeling of my pussy being stretched was being greatly exaggerated somehow, so while I didn't feel like I was being stretched a great deal, what I was feeling was more powerful than even my ex's eight inch monster had ever made me feel. 

The worm was all the way in now, at least as far as it could go. The rest of them suddenly seemed to develop a singular purpose, as instead of just slithering all over me, I could now feel them start suckling on me. Every inch of flesh felt like it had a worm attached, each sucking gently, but they continued moving about, so they never sucked on one place for too long. Except of course, for the ones who had found my nipples, and the one at my clit. They all stayed attached right where they were, and they were doing more than sucking. I couldn't for the life of me work out exactly what, but it felt AMAZING. 

Every inch of my flesh was being pleasured, and the worm in my pussy was now itself sucking on and massaging my g-spot. So of course, it wasn't long before I started cumming. Hard. The cave filled with my ecstasy laden screams, countless bolts of electricity echoed throughout my entire body, my pussy practically throbbing as I continued to experience the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt. 

As I came back down to earth, nothing really changed around me, the worms continued doing their work, the one in my pussy had started doing something to what I figured must have been my cervix. I was still riding waves of orgasmic afterglow, and I smiled knowing that my next one wasn't too far off, and the way things were going, it was going to be even more intense.

That's when I felt the worm inside me suddenly disappear, and a new orgasm suddenly reared its head. My mind was pretty hazy at this point, but I definitely felt it disappear from inside my pussy, only it hadn't exited from the outside. In the midst of my climax, I realized that it had slipped past my cervix and entered my womb. This knowledge further intensified my already overpowering orgasm, and I felt a great need to touch myself.

That wasn't too easy, since I was covered in worms, so instead I found myself just touching them, and surprised to discover just how much I loved how they felt. They were impossibly slippery, I don't think I could have grabbed one no matter how secure a hold I had. But beyond that, they felt just like... cocks. That same kind of fleshy, rigid, yet every so slightly malleable feeling, and I imagined myself just surrounded by all these giant cocks and I found myself wanting them to violate me more and more.

I half screamed, half whimpered when I felt a worm that had finally found my butthole. At first it was gentle, cautious. It rubbed itself across my asshole, then sucked on it a bit before finally pushing its way in. I always enjoyed having my butt played with, but I'd never actually had anything bigger than a couple of fingers up there. And this worm felt pretty damn big. I felt it pushing against my tight hole harder and harder until it slowly started slipping in. I could feel my ass expanding around it, I could feel every inch as it started making its way deeper and deeper. 

I absolutely thrashed about, completely lost in pleasure. The worms managed to hold me down, so all I could really manage were twitches and restrained jolts. When another worm started pushing itself into my pussy, this one definitely one of the larger ones, I experienced what could best be described as an orgasm within an orgasm. Because despite all that was going on, I still hadn't stopped cumming. It must have been several minutes, I had no idea it was possible to feel so good for so long, but then within that, my feelings of immense pleasure increased as I felt the two worms wriggling about in my ass and pussy. 

Then it started to slowly fade away, and just when I thought I was back to normal, whatever normal even was anymore, the worms in my pussy and ass started spewing this lovely warm liquid which set me off again. They spurted a surprising amount inside me, and I felt myself getting quite full of the stuff. But when they were done, they unceremoniously slithered out of my holes, while the worms that swarmed and sucked my body started moving away. I felt incredibly satisfied, but a little cold after having lost my nice, warm, wet blanket.

After a short while, I sat up and looked around, wondering why my lovely new lovers had left me. And that's when I saw a different creature making its way towards me. It was similar to the worms, in that it was the same colour, and seemed to be oozing the same fluid, but it was huge! Maybe about the size of a bear, it looked like some kind of giant caterpillar or something. From an opening at the front extended a bunch of long, glistening tentacles, which moved about as if searching for something. 

I found myself really turned on by its appearance. As though the whole thing was just a gigantic cock with a bunch of other cocks coming out of it. I knew enough to know that it was wrong, the damn thing was a monster out of a nightmare, but it turned me on. Like a LOT. My pussy felt utterly drenched, and I wasn't sure how much of it was the stuff the worm had shot into me, and how much was my own pussy juices.

This new thing slithered towards me slowly and laboriously. When its tentacles seemed to 'find' me, they tickled me all over, giving me a similar treatment that all the worms had done before. I counted about five tentacles, each one looked to be several metres long, and a couple of inches thick. I found myself wanting them inside me, and it wasn't long before one of them found my pussy and started wiggling its way in. It stopped suddenly and pulled out after a couple of inches though, and I was a little disappointed, until I felt it go lower and push against my ass. I grunted at the pressure, as it forced my sphincter to widen to accommodate its considerable girth. There was a little pain, but that got lost in the signal, because the pleasure overwhelmed it.

Slowly but surely, my ass opened up to allow this new invader entrance. It slowly, inexorably worked its way deeper, til I lost track of its position inside me, but loving how filled up my ass felt. Either these creatures had encountered humans before, or they were quick learners. No sooner had my ass become accustomed to one of its tentacles, than another wormed its way into my pussy. I didn't know what to do with myself at this point. I was assaulted on all fronts by unimaginable ecstasy, but I just couldn't move. I thought I was stuck in this empty void of pleasure, where I had ceased to exist, and all that remained of me was my orgasm.

And then they started thrusting. The tentacle in my ass taking long, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way, then back in. Must have been at least ten inches. The one in my pussy however, was giving short, hard thrusts, each one violently hitting my cervix. That hurt a little, but the pain somehow made what I was feeling all the more complete, and with each impact, the pain lessened, until it was entirely replaced with an odd feeling of hunger emanating from my womb. 

The tentacle then stopped its battering ram routine, and instead just pushed itself against my cervix. I gritted my teeth and grunted at the feeling. It was as amazing as it was painful. I could feel it slowly opening up around the thick tentacle which continued its unrelenting advance. I then felt the worm that had hidden itself inside my womb start thrashing about. It felt like there was a great tumult happening within me. Though, the worm in my womb didn't seem scared or anything, in fact, it seemed more like it was doing what it was doing just for my enjoyment. And I certainly did enjoy it! 

When the tentacle finally popped into my womb, the rest of me popped in turn. It was the most amazing thing, I felt so incredibly full, I had no idea it was even possible for a person to feel so great while alive. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven, but I doubted even heaven could be as awesome as this. I wasn't even aware I was screaming until I felt a tentacle shove itself into my mouth, its copiously leaking fluid quickly filling it up. It tasted divine. Sweet, but not sickening, and warm and nourishing. Strangest of all, the flavour seemed to subtly change as I consumed it. 

I sucked on the tentacle with great enthusiasm. It wasn't til then that I realized how thirsty I'd become, and this thick, sweet nectar was really hitting the spot. But the creature wasn't satisfied just feeding me, and once I'd had a good drink, it started forcing its way deeper into my mouth, my throat. I felt myself choking around it, but it continued undeterred. Strangely enough though, I felt quite calm. I started choking less and less, before finally growing used to this huge thing invading my throat.

So there I was, skewered by this bizarre, be-tentacled creature. Three of its tentacles were deep inside me, while the others explored my body, before two latched onto my nipples and started sucking. This sent me over the edge, as if I hadn't already been at that point several times already, but everyone has their limits, and I guess I'd met mine. I felt the pleasure which was tingling all over my body start to build up in my head, before light-headedness overtook me and with one final, little gasp which hid the true enormity of what I was experiencing, I finally lost consciousness.

I awoke to find myself now on all fours, the three tentacles still inside me. But something was different. I felt full. Fuller than I had ever felt before, and it wasn't just from having tentacles in my mouth, ass and pussy. It was then that I noticed the lumps moving inside the tentacles. One pushed past my jaw and then a moment later I felt something pop out inside my stomach. The same thing was happening with the others, they all seemed to be pushing these solid lumps inside me. I opened my eyes, and that's when I could see what was happening.

The tentacles had become translucent, I could only clearly see the one in my mouth, and inside it was egg, after egg, each about the size of golf ball, lining up to be injected into me . It was oddly blissful. I looked down to see that my stomach had grown quite large, I was quite obviously bloated with eggs, and still more were on their way. I shut my eyes again and just enjoyed the sensation of each tentacle laying countless eggs inside my womb, my stomach and my bowels.

I figured, judging by how huge my stomach had grown, that I'd woken up towards the end of the creature's load, but I was wrong. It wasn't even half way done. With each new egg placed inside me, another was pushed away to make room, and I became that much more full. I rubbed my belly and I could feel them solid beneath my skin. A small thought occurred to me, of how it was kind of a bad thing for another animal to lay its eggs inside you, but it was washed away in the din of pleasure I experienced. 

Just in the time after I'd regained consciousness, the creature must have laid had hundreds of eggs in me. But finally, it must have reached the end of its supply, as the constant influx of eggs was replaced by a torrent of hot liquid, the creature's cum I assumed. As if on cue, with the liquid, came a torrent of orgasms. It was so much, I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Into wet dreams like I'd never seen, and back into the world where I was full of this strange creature's eggs, and loved it. 

Then I blanked out for the last time, and awoke naked in the river outside of the cave. For a moment I thought the whole thing was a dream, but then I noticed my stomach. I was huge. HUGE. It bloated to an unbelievable degree, I looked very, very heavily pregnant. Like I was having triplets. Maybe quadruplets? I kind of hoped I was still dreaming, since this was pretty inconvenient. Still, I made the effort to stand, and it wasn't easy, but I managed it. I collected my things, and put my shorts and tank top back on. My top had no hope of covering my belly, so I didn't even try. I wondered where my bikini had gone, but figured it was probably back in the cave, and there was no way I was going back in there. Not that it mattered, I needed a new pair anyway.

Come to think of it, how had I gotten out? Even the hole I came in through was now too small for me to fit through. That feeling of confusion returned, as though reality had stopped playing fair. Cause and effect seemed to have lost all meaning to me, but I was too tired to dwell on it, all I wanted to do was get home. Thankfully, it was still light out, so I had a hope of getting home before mum got back from work. I slowly began to trudge through the woods, and it wasn't easy. I felt so heavy. I was full of hundreds of eggs, the thought of what would happen when they hatched filling me with excitement, instead of the horror one would expect from such a situation. Why was I so ok with what had just happened to me? I couldn't work it out, I was just happy to be out of the cave. 

Working mostly on instinct as my conscious mind was busy with things it didn't see fit to let me in on, I stumbled my way home. I knew I couldn't let anybody see me in this state. They'd make me go to hospital, and for some reason, despite all logic, that seemed like a really bad idea. Luckily for me though, I beat mum home, and my sister was in her room. I quickly made may way to my own room and crashed on my bed, pulling my sheets all over me so as best to hide my hugely pregnant tummy. 

I perceived mum come in a while later, and quickly assuming I'd fallen ill, left me to rest, but not before bringing me some water and vitamin c. I slept without waking the whole night, only stirring the next morning when mum came to check on me before heading off to work. She left me some more water and vitamins, and when I heard her close the front door on the way out, I found myself suddenly wide awake.

- the end -

Story: Alien Abduction

I've never shared this story with anyone before because I knew no one would believe it--but I guess also because I I felt so guilty about everything. Still, I felt like I had to tell someone, so I decided to write it down anonymously. Maybe I thought that, if I heard from someone else that I wasn't crazy, I'd believe it myself.

I'm not the kind of person who sees things, in fact, I think I'm a pretty normal woman. I'm definitely not a person who ever believed in UFOs. Sure, I saw TV shows about them sometimes--like Unsolved Mysteries or something--but I mostly just laughed. So you can imagine how shocked I was when this all happened. I live by myself in a little house on some land that my uncle owns. The house isn't much, it doesn't even have an air conditioner, so I usually sleep with the windows open. Anyway, one night, about 2:00 in the morning--I know because I remember looking at the clock--I woke up hearing a loud humming sound, and there was a really bright light coming in through the window. I was surprised because the house is about two miles off the main road, and I couldn't imagine who would be driving up there in the middle of the night.

When I looked out the window, I couldn't see anything at first because the light was blinding. But after a bit, I could make out a huge, metal saucer sitting in the middle of the yard.

Naturally, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought I must be dreaming--I mean the thing looked just like a flying saucer in an old movie. But it was real. That's when I got scared. I jumped out of bed and started to run out of the bedroom. But before I could reach the door, something happened. A bright spot light suddenly came through the window. But it wasn't just a light because, as soon as it hit me, my body went limp and I fell to the floor. It didn't knock me out--I was still awake and scared to death. But I couldn't move.

Then it got even stranger. The light started vibrating (I don't know how else to describe it), and started moving up. My body started rising with it, the light was picking me up off the floor. It felt like there was a strap under my rear lifting me up--my arms and legs (still paralyzed) were hanging down. You've got to remember that I was awake this whole time. It's funny--even though I was terrified, I remember feeling embarrased because my panties were showing. When I went up off the ground, the T-shirt I was sleeping in slid up above my waist. Isn't it strange how you can think about small things like that?--I was worrying about the shirt sliding up too far and showing my breasts!

The light carried me across the bedroom and out the window (it wasn't until later that I wondered what had happened to the screen--it was still missing the next day). I went through the window legs first, with my head hanging down behind, so I couldn't see what was going on in front of me. A door must have opened up on the side of the spaceship because the beam carried me inside. It put me down on a metal table and then disappeared. I still couldn't move my body, but I wasn't numb because I remember how cold the table was on the back of my thighs.

The room looked like some kind of lab, it was full of computers and machinery. I laid there wondering if I was going to be killed--I still hadn't seen anybody. About that time, I heard a noise from the corner of the room. It sounded something like a little car coming closer to me. After a second, I could see it out of the corner of my eye. It rolled up and stopped next to me. It was a kind of robot, with four metal claws attached to flexible arms in front. One claw was holding something that looked like a gas mask, and it put the mask over my face. I couldn't help but breath it in. It didn't have any smell, but it must've been like the nerve gas that the dentist uses because after a few minutes, I started to relax and not feel so scared anymore.

I watched as the robot reached down and grabbed hold of my arms. It pulled them up over my head and I could feel them being strapped down. It did the same thing with my legs, spreading them apart and strapping them down. By now the gas had taken effect. I got a funny sensation like my body was separate from my mind, I watched what the robot was doing like it was someone else besides me.

After I was strapped down, the robot backed up. Then the table started tilting up till it was straight up and down and I was hanging by my wrists. I was getting able to move again, so I could hold my head up and look around. There still wasn't anyone in the room except for the robot. The robot rolled over to me and lifted up one of its claws, which had a sharp blade on one of its fingers. I remember thinking--real calm--that it was going to kill me. But it didn't. The blade slid up under my shirt and started cutting it open. After slitting the shirt clear down the front, it started cutting it off my arms. In seconds, the shirt was in shreds on the floor. Then slowly--even gently--the robot slid the blade under my bra and cut it open. Then it did the same thing to my panties (another strange memory--the blade was really cold when it touched my stomach!) Like I said, the gas had done something to my mind because I was hanging there totally naked, but I was completely calm.

Then the table started turning around to face the wall behind me. On the wall was a strange looking machine. Before I could get much of a look at it, it started moving. Two rubber cups--about like plungers--started coming out of the wall, and I watched as they attached themselves to my chest. I didn't even have time to think before they started squeezing my breasts, really slow and not rough at all.

Now this is the part I don't know how to say--I mean it must've been because the gas was messing with my mind or something, but somehow, what they were doing felt good. It was so weird--my mind wasn't worrying about whether they would kill me or not, I couldn't think about anything but how good it felt. After a few seconds of that, I felt something inside the cups, something real light and soft, start to brush over my nipples. They were already really sensitive, so the feeling was pretty intense.

I'm not sure how long that went on, but in spite of myself, I started to get turned on--I even heard myself moan out loud. Just then a flexible arm like the ones on the robot came out of the wall. But instead of a claw on the end of it was something that looked like the eraser on a pencil. I looked down and watched it go between my legs. I could feel it moving around in my vagina--again, very gently--then I felt it touch my button. I knew I wasn't paralyzed any more because at that moment my whole body tensed up. The main arm didn't move again, but I could feel just the tip moving slowly over my button. It wasn't long before two tubes came out of the wall--one thick and one smaller. They both kind of looked like water hoses, but instead of being open at the end they had knobs. I remember thinking very clearly, "This thing is going to rape me," but I wasn't the least bit scared. Sure enough, the large tube went between my legs and I felt it slide up into me. I wondered what the second tube was going to do, but just then I felt it wriggling between my ass cheeks. I've never done that kind of thing before, so I didn't know what it would feel like. I could feel the tube pushing against my ass--I must've tensed up--but then, it slipped inside. It didn't hurt at all, and I remember thinking that it must be lubricated.

As I'm writing this, it still seems too incredible to be true. There I was, hanging naked as this machine raped me from both ends. Sometimes I still think it must have been a dream because I can't believe that I actually enjoyed what happened. I've heard about other woman who enjoy fanticizing about rape, but I never did it before. Anyway, I know it wasn't just a dream or a fantasy because it felt too real. I remember so clearly how my whole body tingled, how the tubes in my vagina and asshole began to slide in and out more quickly. The machine must've had some sort of way to tell that I was getting more turned on because the more excited I got, the harder it worked. After a while--it couldn't have been more than a few minutes--I knew that I was going to come. By then, I couldn't think, I could barely catch my breath I was so overwhemled by how my body felt. Whatever was carressing my nipples and button got faster and harder, and the tubes in my vagina and asshole sped up and even started vibrating. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt the orgasm explode inside me (I think I even screamed), for one long instant my body was a knot of tight muscles. Then, it was over, and I went limp--but this time from exhaustion.

What happened afterwards is a little fuzzy. I vaguely remember being carried back into the house by the light beam and left on the floor. I went sound asleep, and when I woke up, it was night again--24 hours had passed. I never saw a sign of the spaceship again, and I never told a soul what happened. But sometimes I still dream about it, and I wake up turned on.

- the end -