17 comments/ 166429 views/ 26 favorites Sara's Abduction By: youbadboy The Truth is out there! An adaptation of an urban myth. ************ I am not a normal person. I hear it all the time, that and how beautiful I am. But I keep my hair over my eyes, my head down and maybe just maybe I’ll get through this life WITHOUT being abducted. But it was too late. My folks were trying to kick me out of the house. They could finally, legally be rid of me. My dad was yelling at me every day, and I was also thinking if I can just lay low they might forget I’m here. But then - the abduction - which filled my terrors - and dreams - through high school, that and the anal probing. It was this certainty and terror that had become so overwhelming, that finally blinded me; but in *hindsight* what happened actually had a valid explanation. It showed me a way in this world, and I felt grateful for my time on Earth. I believe in alien abduction and I think I always have. I believe they are coming though I do not know why, and all the literature seems to be stumped on that one as well. I was convinced for instance when I was little (one of my first memories actually), that those lights that scan across the sky leading you to a bar or car lot, were not shining up. No! They were shining down from space. Looking for me. I remember running for the house when those cursed things were scanning across the land looking for me. Because I knew. I knew!! I was the first candidate for alien abduction. They were looking for me. I watched all the movies. I devoured Star Trek and X files. The little girl staring into the TV screen saying, “They’re Here.” I looked just like that little girl. I was so afraid that the black ooze would come out of me, out of my eyes, out of my . . . . I checked myself every morning. That something had been planted in my sleep. I knew I would walk up that plank at the end of Close Encounters someday. I also knew this: Somewhere in the world there are others like me, but I never met them. Someone aware of their uniqueness, their specialness, someone who shared the special knowledge I had. For one thing, I have a perfect body. Perfect. Mathematically perfect. It is a fact. There is the Golden Ratio (look it up on the internet) - 1:1.618 - the God Number/PHI/the Sacred Number, its called lots of things. I knew about it even before I read The Da Vinci Code. I had measured my body, every inch of myself. Standing in my room naked with a tape measure. I measured my height, and then from my navel to the floor, 1.618. I measured from my navel to my chin, and then from my nipples (where they hung perfect like tear drops down my front) - 1.618! The point of my nose set at the center of my head, my mouth between my nose and chin. I even lay on my bed and measured from my clitoris to my anus, then from my vagina to my clitoris - 1.618. I was perfect, beautiful, blonde, with impossibly long legs, the narrowest waist. I had a little concave belly that set inside my hips, a little blonde pussy that pouted from between my legs, soft curling hairs forming a little triangle, the soft pink flesh peaking from down there, and a little downy trail reaching up for my navel. I had puffy nipples. My friend told me it was because I was still developing. I was definitely what the aliens wanted to experiment with. I’m not sure when I was filled with such certainty, but now while my dad was shouting at me and I was standing in my room swinging the door shut in his face, I realized I needed to find someone who understood. And I needed to figure out how to stay in this house, at least for a little while longer. I couldn’t get a job. I Couldn’t! What if they came and got me? I was at a loss. I swung the door closed in my dads face and took off my clothes, lay back on my little bed covered with stuffed animals and put my headphones on, played Erasure. To clear my memory. Slipping my fingers between my legs, brushing back the soft fine hairs and feeling how wet I was; spreading my legs wide and pulling myself open. My perfect pussy. Reaching lower to my ass, touching myself *there* and pressing my finger in in in - practicing. Mmmmmm. It scared me, but it felt so good too. I reached for the drawer of my night stand and opened it, pulled out a little pink vibrator that I bought from a Japanese web site. A Hello Kitty vibrator, and put some lubricating jelly - that I stole from my mother - on its tip, slid my finger along its length, closed my eyes, turned it on and slid it in. Oh my god, to be anally probed, god it did feel good. I used to try to explain this feeling to my girlfriends, but all I got was a blank stare. They would be like ha! ha! Gross. Funny!! But then as I continued to explain, going into more and more detail, believing stupidly that they could understand, there came this awareness on their part I guess. They would say something like, "You really like that?" or “You really believe this stuff.” My eyes were wide, I would be mid sentence explaining and then they would just like get real quiet, walk away. Would have other things to do. And then it was, “No I can’t come home with you,” just like that. Pretty soon, I was invisible to them too. And I pulled my hair in front of my eyes. Boys were another story though. Boys didn’t care, even if they didn’t understand. They were always trying to go out with me. I could have had the personality of a troll, I could never ever take a bath, I could call them stupid, and be mean and angry. I could ignore them, be stupid, whiny, forget everything, stand them up. Be horrible! It just didn’t matter. I was perfect and they were happy just to be SEEN with me. Perfect body, perfect eyes. My breasts pressed so nicely in the little thin tops I wore. They would just want me more. Redouble their efforts. I guess boys are stupid. Definitely abduction material. And boy did they want to abduct me! I was feeling really good right now, I had my legs open as wide as I could hold them, holding my knees up and open. My pussy lips were pulled wide, you could see the pink line up my center. I imagined myself on a crystal clear glass table, the indirect lights glowing around me. Distant eyes, alien eyes staring at my naked body, my completely naked body. I was trembling in the silent empty room. My blonde hairs curling out from between my legs, my pussy swollen, pouting out pink opening to my wet slit. Just smears of cum on the glass. Up on my elbows trying to see, my long hair touching the glass. I turned myself onto all fours and pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go. Just Hello Kitty sitting there holding her teddy bear sticking out of my anus. This is exactly how they would do it. I could smell myself, the heat rising between my legs. I would get so aroused just thinking about it; my pussy was drenched, but it’s my ass they are after! I wiggled my hips, undulating on the bed down up down and up, pushing it in as far as it would go. The G spot isn’t only in the vagina. It’s in the anus too, I can feel it. Oh God it felt good. I pulled off my headphones. I started to moan, reaching between my legs, the gentle buzz was buried inside and I could just barely hear it pushing it deep inside and clenching my ass feeling the buzz vibrate my clitoris, my insides glowing and buzzing and then, “Oh my god! Oh, Oh, Oh, Mmmmmm.” I could feel myself cumming! I was trembling, shaking and arching my back, making a rhythmic fucking motion, arching my back as far as it would go, turning my ass up - take me! Take me! The orgasm running up my spine, my little death. I looked like a cat as I dropped my head on the bed while on all fours, my blonde mane spread out on the bedspread, and then I just fell onto the mattress, lay flat pressing into the fabric, arms out. Feeling the tingle of my orgasm spread like warm butter through my body. The little vibrator still sticking out of me. Abduction! It was just a matter of time. For example, Josh asked me out, and I told him all about the aliens, about their ship, how they searched us out, and why I was the one most likely. The Chosen. I knew what they looked like. AND he seemed interested, really interested, asked me some questions, even how I knew so much about all this stuff.. He was so sweet so good. The asshole. I was so happy that evening that I let him kiss me in the car before I went in the house. A first date kiss, and he was a little surprised I think. He was leaning across the seat and I just stared at him. He was moving in slowly, closer and closer, I just looked at him like ‘It’s ok.’ And he touched my lips, kissing me, I thought not a very good kiss - but oh well. So I opened my mouth a little and he opened his eyes, looking at my eyes and we began to tongue, our soft mouths opening into each other. I started to lean back away from him and he followed me crawling across my body until I was laying back against the far side of the door and positioning my body beneath him. We kissed and kissed like that, steaming up the windows because it was cold out. He understood! My mistake. I said, “You can touch them.” He pulled his head away looked at me and caught my meaning. I felt his hands reaching up from around my waist and then press into the softness of my breasts. I asked, “You think they’re perfect.” He said, “I think they’re per---fect.” He caressed me through my clothes for a little while and then was tugging my shirt out from my capri pants and reaching up beneath the fabric of my top, sliding his hands along my skin. It felt electric and I wanted to reward him. I purred beneath his touch. “I don’t normally do this. But you’re different. . . You know that don’t you?” He said, “Yes.” He was unclasping my bra, I was unbuttoning my shirt. “You understand!” The front of my top was open, my bra (which unclasped from the front) was hanging down and my perfect breasts were exposed to his gaze. He looked at me for the longest time. I let him put is mouth on my nipple and kiss them, he suckled me, pulling my puffy nipples into his mouth and it was really getting me aroused. It felt so good. I began to undulate beneath him, tipping my pussy mound up until I could feel his cock and pressed against it. He instinctively pressed back down against me and began to rock himself against me as he sucked on my tits. And I felt so wet down there, and was making connections. We were so warm even though it was so cold outside. I could feel his cock, it was hard and poking me through his pants grinding down between my legs. He was rocking his hips against me, and I guess I was letting him do that too. He understood! The asshole. When finally I went into the house I left him panting, laying across the seat of his car saying, “I’ll call you.” ******* Yep, I made the mistake of trusting Josh. We went out again, a couple of times more, and all he wanted to do after was put his hand up my shirt or under my skirt. During a movie I had found for us - Special for US! He spent the whole time just trying to touch me, sliding his hand up under my skirt during the whole movie. He didn’t listen at all to what I wanted to talk about. But I stupidly let him lay his hand right over my puss, cupping me in the palm of his hand over my silk panties. He was stroking me calmly, across the slippery fabric in the dark, we were sitting there looking completely normal. I was feeling myself get wet again, very aroused, and it did feel really good. I had found a screening of the X Files Movie, but he didn’t even watch it. I slid my legs open and it was feeling a little like what the aliens would do just then - only back there. God it was feeling good and I was pushing myself against his hand, my breathing was getting heavy. I leaned over and whispered warm in his ear, “You can pull them to the side.” He caught my meaning. I could see the smile creep over his face, and he did as I asked. Yep, I was wet all right. He was squishing into me, I could hear myself as he rubbed his fingers up and down, finding my vagina and pressing his fingers into me. I dropped my head, and then leaned back far in the theater seat, just letting my head fall back. “Ah, Ah, Ah.” A little moan escaping my lips with each thrust of his finger. Now I couldn’t even follow the movie. I was sort of mad, but god it felt so good! I was rocking against his hand, steady over and over, and he was really holding me tight there and I put my hand down into my lap holding onto his hand over my skirt, putting it just where it needed to go. I was grinding onto him. His hand became a disembodied thing and it could be positioned in any way I wanted. I showed him where my clitoris was and moved his hand over it just right, moving faster and faster until . . . I began to shudder and shake in my seat. “Oh, Oh, Oh.” I was panting, my head bobbing at the top of my seat, my head turned toward him so he could watch me cum. Thankfully, they were being chased by the bees and it seemed to fit right in with the movie at the moment and hid all the noise I was making, so I came right there and when he pulled his hand away he was a sticky mess. I laughed when he was eating his popcorn. He had more than butter on his. I said, “Like the flavoring. It’s my specialty!” But on the way home I was so mad at him. “I’m serious. I will be abducted! And You know what, you DON’T understand. You lied to me.” He was staring at me now, had a confused worried look on his face. We kissed for a little while before I went in the house. But I was cool to him. He knew he was in trouble. Now when he comes up behind me at my locker he kisses me on the cheek and knocks on my head, and laughs. He says that if I ever get abducted, then my head will sound hollow because they will remove my brain and fill it with their devices, so he’s checking. (I have to admit I had not thought of that!!). But he was making fun of me. That asshole! Then he started telling some of his buddies what I said, including what I let him do. Asshole. His friends would ask me what an abduction would be like, what it would FEEL like. And I know that Josh *asshole* told them, cause I explained to him the glass table, my nakedness, the anal probe, the glass implements, how it makes you glow and vibrate inside. I could see it in their eyes that they knew and were looking at me, taking off my clothes as they were asking the questions. I felt the anonymous eyes. It was a little what it would be like. It scared me a little. Aroused me. I was this little slut to them, stupid. I was so mad at Josh, I would not talk to him anymore. He did not understand at all. When one day he says, “You’re serious aren’t you!” “What the fuck did you think!” I was amazed. And that’s when I thought ‘Keep your head down.’ I never talked to him again. So now, I only talk about the ‘facts’ of my life in chat rooms, alt.alien.research or alt.paranet.abduct, conversing with others like myself. The whole Josh asshole experience taught me to realize the lonely burden of my specialness. And by being invisible I might just make it to my goal. At least chat rooms are completely anonymous, invisible, they have no idea where or who I am when I step out the door of my house. But that leads to a new problem. Dad is pounding on my door right now. I realize I am still naked, and that I am laying face down on my bed. That my vibrator is still poking out my ass. That it is still buzzing! That I can’t turn it off until I take it out. “Just a second dad! Don’t open the door!!” I pull it out, and there is this moment of loud buzzing. Pretty obvious. I turn it off and throw it into my night stand drawer. Look around, find my robe. Not the right one. It is short, very short. Like a mini kimono with dragons on it. It is not really covering my bottom, but I pull it on. Shit. “Come in.” My dad is moving into the room like an animal. Like some kind of bull. He’s a pretty big guy. Like it’s the rodeo and they just pulled open the door. He’s still mad. It’s the usual conversation, why am I still here. When am I going to get a job. When and where am I going to go to college. I’m better than this. You don’t slam doors on my face. Could I make daddy understand. He’s not like Josh, that asshole. “We have to resolve this. You’re mother and I . . .” And he stops. I am sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard staring wide eyed. “What?” He is looking at me, momentarily silent. Scanning up and down my body. And I realize what it is. The bottom of my robe is running in a line across the top of my thighs, and it is not covering at all between my legs, leaving a little triangle of my pussy perfectly framed between my legs. In fact one of the halogen lights on my ceiling is pointing right at the blonde hairs of my puss. Plus! I realize that the smell of my puss and cum in the room is pretty strong. Cause I can smell it, and I’ve been here awhile. “Sorry, my robe is kind of short.” I kind of like the silence that has been created. This animal has been confused. Like banging pots and pans together, his head is lurching one way and another. Maybe he’ll run away. He’s already not yelling. And so I stay like that. Lets see him yell at me while I give him this beaver shot. My perfect beaver! I’ve ravaged myself only moments before so my pussy is all pink and swollen too. I turn my feet out, sort of a quick twist out, then in, out, in, out - swinging my feet, which has the effect of opening my thighs a little each time. The line of my puss that runs between my legs is I think visible to him, just peaking in and out of view. He moves himself to the end of my bed - right between my legs! This is so unexpected. [Maybe he will understand.] “Your mother and I . . .” He begins again, calmer now, setting himself on the end of my bed looking up my long legs. “. . . Honey, we just want to try and help you. You need to go to college or get a . . .” He loses his words, “. . . Job.” He is all soft now, and he is saying all this as he is so obviously staring between my legs. I let him. “I have burdens in my life dad. You don’t understand. I want you to understand me, but they are real . . . I can’t ignore them.” The drawer on my night stand is still open, and then for some reason he looks over at it. The vibrator is laying there. Hello Kitty! It looks like a children’s toy. But then . . .! It’s funny that way. It’s like you look at it and then, OOOOhhhh! It’s the only thing in the drawer, I see him see it, and then he looks back at me. He says, “The only ‘burden’ you have right now is going through life without responsibility. And that . . . smelling the way you do. . .” Did I hear that right? Smelling the way I do?? “I mean . . .” My dad is all flustered now, like he is mortally wounded, he is sputtering, turning beet red, “I mean. Your stopping yourself, holding yourself back. You were a . . . ‘A’ Student . .Straight A. I mean . . .and now your graduated. And . . . yes . . . .” He’s losing his train of thought again. And then he melts, “It is scary honey. I know. Believe me. The world is scary. I think I do understand honey.” “Do you?? I am about to be abducted. It’s like on X Files where the lights are shining through the windows. And only I can see them. That’s the closest explanation I can give. . . And No one understands. . .” He’s eyeing me. I tip my feet out one more time. “It’s hard to start your young life. To be an adult. A young woman, a, uh . . .” His voice trails off. He’s giving up. I’ve brought my knee up to my chest and let it drop over my leg. I think my whole ass is turned to him right now . . . I’m really not sure what this looks like. Maybe he’s looking right at my anus now. He’s licking his lips, looking down, at me, away, looking back at the door, then rising from the bed. Sara's Abduction My God, he has an erection! He looks at my night stand again. This is an animal about to run. Bang the pots a little louder!! I begin to drop my knee one more . . . “Uh, We can work this out, honey . . .uh. I better go. We can talk about it later.” The room is empty. That went well I think to myself. Note to self, Banging-of-the-Pots stops the yelling. But . . .can I get him to understand, to know the Truth. ******* I turn out the lights and imagine the super human powers I will possess once I have been abducted. I think about the devices that might be installed into my body. I think about Josh, that asshole. But he had made a good point. They do things with your brain. And they do install devices. I remember that too, X Files makes it very plain. I maybe will have X ray vision, be able to read thoughts. Wonder what dad was thinking tonight. I think I knew. All men are the same, like deers in the headlights when a pussy is staring at their mug. Like dogs sticking their head out the car window with their tongues hanging out. It’s pure instinct. Men like pussies like dogs like to run fast. I think about my naked body on a plate of glass, I think about the smooth metals that will be sticking from my orifices, and feel myself getting wet all over again. I can picture the one that would run up my anus. It would be long and black, smooth just like the obelisks on 2001 Space Odyssey. But the one that runs up into my vagina. That one will be warm, it will be like a glassy substance, like quartz, and a light will glow through it, vibrate. It will cause my pussy lips to give off a rosy glow, and even shine up through my tummy. Then a thin strand like a hair goes into my urethra, drawing fluids. They go off in all directions, and you can’t see where they go. What device they are hooked to, what they are reading, what is going out what is going in. There’s also the tube that runs into my mouth, its large, hollow, almost like the end of a hair dryer that goes on and on, and there is a round tip on the end of it that sets right at the back of my throat feeding me; my eyes closed feeling the security. I can feel the security of laying on the glass table being filled. Full Filled. Maybe I could control peoples movements, sort of the opposite of telepathy. Like in 2001 Space Odyssey where the obelisk controls the movement of the pre-humans, making them dance around. I could make Josh fall on his ass and then open his pants, pull his penis out, masturbate himself in the hall in front of everybody. His eyes would bulge out of his head, and he’d be yelling, “It’s not me. I’m not doing this!” Everyone would be laughing. Thank God I’m out of high school, it’s so immature. That asshole. I fall asleep. Everything makes sense now though, but I had to go through blindness to understand. ********* So it all started when I got home from a long bike ride. I had gone down to the river to get the most open view of the City, I scanned the skies looking for anything unusual, ships. It was a clear day and a good day to do it. I got home and It all started. Dad told me that mom was going to Florida with my brother so they could check out colleges, and then he asked me what colleges I was interested in. Here we go. He said to me that money was no object. I rolled my eyes at him and walked past him as he sat there in the kitchen sipping on his stupid cup of coffee, that was too cold, that he drank anyway. He followed me to my room, saying that THAT was just the kind of attitude we don’t need around here, and why can’t I be more like my brother. In fact I am smarter than my brother and . . . “When are they leaving?” I was staring now at that stupid cup of coffee. “What.” “Mom and . . . Putz. When are they leaving?” He paused, “Tomorrow morning. Don’t call your brother Putz.” I started to close the door on my dad as he stood there and thought better of it. I let him into my room and he stood there confused again, glancing around, we were alone in the house. He looked more like a little dog this time. He was scared of this room. Waiting, maybe for the pots to start banging that had chased him out the other day. “Honey, what’s going on. You were saying something about my not understanding. About the truth. About an abduction.” I looked at him. Understand. Please. I just want you to . . .understand. I pulled my hair out from beneath my bike helmet and let it fall around my shoulders. I was sweaty and hot and needed to get out of my things. Hmmmm. “You need to promise me,” I said. Pausing for effect, “This is entirely true. The truth. I know it. I’ve Seen it!” [which was a slight exaggeration] He nodded, watching me as I reached back and undid the back of my top, pulled it over my head. I was standing there in a red sports bra, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. Just tight little lycra biker pants with flowers on it and my sports bra, I Sat on the bed looking at him. My tummy was shiny with sweat. My cheeks were red. Wheew! My heart began to beat in my throat. Here goes . . . “I promise.” “I will . . . someday be abducted.” He jumped in, obviously not listening, “Sweety no. We keep you safe. Is someone following you?” “By Aliens dad. THE aliens. The ones with long fingers. You see them in the Scientific Journals.” “You mean the internet.” “Whatever.” And I began to peel off my shorts. “What are you doing?” “I need to take a shower dad.” I sort of wanted to confuse him a bit. It was pretty awesome how docile he was. He said not a word and sat silently at my desk, just sitting. he looked funny cause he was too big for my chair. Now I was standing there in my sports bra and panties. Nice panties too. I bought them at Jeans West, on sale, three for one. Three for one! Who does that? They had just the right cut for my body, the elastic sat right at my hip bone, and they dipped way low in front, showing off the tiny bulge of my tummy. They were light yellow, with a red trim. I faced him, “Look at me dad.” He already was, believe you me. “I have a perfect body. I mean MATHEMATICALLY perfect.” I could tell he was confused even though he was nodding, eyeing me up and down, but I pressed on. “Let me show you.” I walked over to him and reached over his shoulder. He jumped, what did he think I was going to do? I took my tape measure and handed it to him. “Here measure how tall I am.” I turned my back to him. He held it at my head, I could feel his hand brushing the hairs at the back of my head and bent sideways stretching his arm to my feet. He was tall, he could do that. I thought wow he’s tall. I was picturing him standing like that, his nose would be practically at my ass. Anyway, he croaked out - “Sixty-Four inches.” “Yes, I am five foot four.” I swiveled around and faced him, “Now measure from my navel to the floor.” He did, “Be precise dad.” He was trembling, holding the measure, pressing it to my navel with his hand. His palm covered almost the whole of my abdomen. The line of his thumb ran right along my panty line which was set right at the top of my pussy mound. He was breathing hard. He looked like he had been running. “Thirty Nine and a half inches.” I handed him a calculator. “Divide 64 by 39.5.” “1.62.” “Close enough.” "Now." I looked down at myself and crossed my arms, grasping the fabric pulled my sports bra up over my head. My hair falling all around me, I stood topless. His eyes went wide. “Now measure from my navel to my chin.” I did not turn around this time. I held my gaze straight ahead. He again held his big hands at my navel, holding the tape measure softly against me. He brought the line up between my breasts, eyeing their puffy little nipples. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he held his other hand up touching my chin with his fingers. He had a soft touch, it tickled. I was watching a new erection form in his pants as I stood there in only my yellow panties. Would I let him measure my . . . No!! *But he would be amazed* “Uh, Fifteen Inches.” “Ok,” I added a little purr in my voice. “Now from my navel to my nipple. AND it has to be with my breasts sitting natural, just as they are." He looked at them. "They can’t be stretched or pulled. AND straight up, so sort of eye where my navel is.” And I set his hand where I thought it should go. I held my arms out away from myself. He put his fingers against me even with navel, held the tape to its right, curling his fingers around my hip as he held it there. I thought he was going to pass out, he was doing this with such intensity. He brought the tape up slowly carefully, eyeing my perfect little breasts. My nipples were these little points, marking the spot. The aureoles were these perfect little puffs. I was biting my lip, smiling at him, “Careful.” He nodded his head, touched me *there* lightly, my breasts collapsing beneath the pressure of his touch, folding around his fingers. He held his hand there, “Nine and a Quarter.” “In sixteenths dad.” He was blinking madly, put his head close trying to see, eyeing me just inches from my nipple. I was getting really hard - so was he. “A little more than a Quarter. Nine and Five Sixteenths.” “9.27 Inches” I knew the number. “Now divide that, 15.0 inches by 9.27 inches.” He did. “1.618.” I smiled. “Exactly!” We did my nose on my face. We did the measurement of my waist to my hip. We did from my hip to my feet and from my knees to my feet. 1.618. He was becoming amazed. “How do you do this?” He asked at one point. I smiled and settled onto the end of my bed, facing him and holding my legs apart. He had a perfect view of the yellow fabric running between my legs, “That is the same number which predicts how all life on earth is designed. The Golden Number. 1.618." I paused for effect. "Plants, insects, even the orbits of the planets. It represents beauty, the mathematical representation of beauty in DNA. Not every person fully expresses the Golden, the God Number though. In fact, very few do.” I said in satisfaction, “See I am perfect. So I am what the aliens want - they visit here all the time and they are waiting . . .waiting to abduct me." And I finally got to the point of the whole thing, "I believe in alien abduction.” My dad sat in a chair. Staring at me. There was a long pause, “Honey, I . . .” “Just hear me out. Have an open mind.” He took my hand, he softened. Gone was the fight, the yelling. “Honey, I just want you to go to college, get a job.” I rolled my eyes, “I know. AND I will! But dad. I have much greater responsibilities here on this planet.” I stood in close and leaned down, gave him a hug. My breasts brushed into his shirt. "And I need you, I need you to understand." He just nodded. I stood up and left him there in my room. ************** I was in a fantastic mood that day. Next morning mom and putz left and I went to my dad and asked him if the two of us could have a movie marathon. Watch movies all night long. He agreed, I leapt up and kissed him on the lips. I was going to get every movie that I KNEW would explain it all to him. I asked to borrow the car and went to Hollywood Video and got, Matrix, X Files the last two seasons, cause that’s when they were closest to the true reality. I already knew that. I thought about Close Encounters but knew that everyone knows that one. I checked out Independence Day because that had the most scientifically accurate portrayal of what they looked like, but I don’t think it was accurate about what the ships looked like, because I knew they would be cleaner. I also hope they are not as violent as that, Hollywood makes everything violent though. How do you become an advanced species and remain violent. I would be asking Will Smith that one if I ever saw him. I also got some factual information. I got Ultimate UFO: The Complete Evidence. I liked this one a lot because there were excellent explanations, and actual video footage. The movie is also arranged chronologically and it is presented very open minded. You can draw your own conclusions. The NASA clips are the most remarkable. NASA has much explaining to do. Then, I went to Sam’s Club and bought a case of reeses pieces, like in ET for fun, and some Juicy Fruits - my favorite. I also bought a fifth of Blue Vodka, a pack of vegetarian lasagne, a case of Red Bull (for the Vodka), a five gallon pail of ice cream, a half gallon of chocolate syrup (it was the smallest they had), some sprinkles, whipping cream and some other stuff I don’t remember right now, to sustain us all night long. This was so great!! I couldn’t stand how excited I was. Before the movies were to begin I explained to dad how abductions occur, that they are not necessarily in remote places and that there is nothing you can do. I explained that near as anyone could tell they were conducting research, same as we do when we go to other planets, and that there are certain things unique about humans that really fascinates them. And that they are looking for the most complete expressions of DNA, and that on Earth it is tied to beauty. I handed him a book called, The Contact Has Begun: A True Story of a Journalists Encounter with Alien Beings, by Phillip Krapf; and Alien Abductions, UFO’s and Bible Prophecies by C. Harrison Smith, because I knew he was sort of religious. He was pretty interested and held the books in his hands as I asked him to keep an open mind. I was wearing this little pair of boy shorts and a half top, no socks and no shoes. It was hot and the house, and I still was not comfortable. “I have to go change. You should too.” I went into my room and was pulling on my pyjamas but thought better of it. I wanted understanding, and I seemed to get it from boys when my *perfect* body was before their eyes. It communicated something that was difficult to explain with words. I wanted the car to be driving fast and I was going to push his head out the window, so he could catch the wind. I grabbed my little dragon robe, and when he saw me I know I made the right decision. I spent just a little while explaining the order of the movies and what parts were true and what parts were pure fantasy. I explained how the violence any time they appeared tended not to be real, just Hollywood. He was sitting in his pyjamas nodding his head, agreement entirely. I was so happy, and threw myself next to him as we settled into the sofa. He asked me, “Why do you think the aliens want to abduct you.” Good question. “The other day, when you were measuring me.” I took his hand. “I told you, the God number. The aliens want complete samples of human DNA. They take humans on the ship to examine and probe them." And I told him in complete detail how they lay you on a glass table naked and fill all your openings with special probes - the black probe, the glass probe, the mouth probe, and he was listening to every word. I explained the glowing light, the vibrations. He was nodding his head, silent drinking it all in. I was soooo happy. We finished our vegetarian lasagna, and I pulled out the fifth of vodka and Red Bull walking into the room holding the blue bottle in one hand and a six pack of Red Bull in the other, my little dragon robe tied tight around myself hanging down around my waist right at the top of my thighs. When I sat on the sofa you could see the curve of my ass under the hem. I said, “This will help us concentrate and stay up for all the movies.” He didn’t even question that, just said, “I haven’t had so much fun since . . .I can’t remember.” I loved the sparkle in his eyes, and he put his arm around me. We drank two shots of Blue Vodka mixed with Red Bull almost one right after the other. I actually think they might have been like two shots each, and wheew that went right to my head! The standout episode in X Files is the one where the little boy goes into the cave and touches something and the black ooze starts coming out his eyes. I explained to dad that this is based on the theory that aliens have actually implanted their DNA in with ours as a virus and that once triggered they simply use us for their progeneration. We are sort of alien wombs and in fact WE are the aliens. Because they were the original inhabitants of Earth. But there are problems with this. For example . . . if this is true then how come they are still trying to abduct us, study us, etc. IF they created us for their own use, there would be no need. A very good point. So this theory is definitely out there, but highly questionable. “No there is another reason. That is that in the whole universe, evolution is at work. It is the true universal force of Life! And different areas of the universe have specialized in different directions. Just like here." "That is fact. On Earth, the specialization of evolution is especitally interesting to aliens. Unique. There are those that think humans are the most advanced creature in terms of BEAUTY and SENSUALITY. This truth is very fascinating to other creatures who evolved other abilities. The movie Star Trek: First Contact has the part where the Borg capture Data and put real human skin on him just a little patch. And they blow on it, you see the hairs on the little patch move, and the pleasure ripple through. Watch how it rocks his world!" "AND you can see that every other alien out there from all the movies, tend to not be as beautiful. And arousal is definitely one of the things they study, all interviews of abductees indicate that one very recurring theme is how aroused they became. Three-quarters cum. ” I was sitting cross legged now facing dad and my robe was sitting pretty wide open. “Especially women. Women are especially sensual. That is why women were worshiped for millions of years. Even by aliens. Religion in fact could have been started by aliens, for example 2001 Space Odyssey has that theory.” And I let him look at my body while I talked, at my wide hips, my long legs, my blonde hair falling down around my shoulders and the robe pulling open at my breasts, joining only where the tie wrapped around my waist. It was part of my point I was trying to make. I was sort of a case in point. “How does this make you feel?” Dad was very embarrassed at this and he started to move away. “Honey, we shouldn’t. That’s not a fair question.” “I MEANT my abduction. What I am SAYING.” I looked down at myself, not realizing I had basically come open. “But yes,” I smiled up at him not bothering to cover myself. “Yes. You just answered me. You think I am beautiful. You can feel how aroused you get.” He flushed. “You have an erection.” He covered his crotch, with his hand. It was so funny. He was so embarrassed. “No no!” I pulled his hand away. “That is the reason. The whole point of what I am saying.” He took his hand away. He was understanding!! Then, I put in the movie where Scully herself is frozen beneath the Antarctic. You can see the tube that runs into her mouth. I explained she is being probed every other way that I had explained earlier, but that they can’t show that on TV. Dad says, “Tell me again about the probes.” It was midnight already. I figured it was a great time for some more Blue Vodka. We took two shots each straight and then I cracked open a Red Bull for each of us. And tore open a bag of the Reeses Pieces and filled a bowl with juicy fruits. We had a little more vodka, and I got tired of pouring the little shots so I just filled about half a glass each after that. “The anal probe is black, and pretty long. It is slid into the anus oh about five six inches, maybe more. It is warm, and it vibrates.” My dads eyes were getting glassy as he nodded his head, his cheeks were red. Sara's Abduction I lost track of how much we drank. There was quite a bit out of the bottle of Blue and I was smaller than dad, so I was really feeling it. Plus I was buzzed out of my skin from the Red Bulls and reeses pieces and juicy fruits which were sticking to my teeth and I kept having to work them loose. I was tugging my robe open a little more because I felt hot, finally just untying the sash. I was glad my robe was silk. My dad took another big gulp of his vodka. “The glass probe goes in the vachina.” I laughed, “Fagina, I can’t say it . . .” I laughed again. I was getting pretty fucked up. “You know what I mean!” I made my eyes wide. “And it glows, and when they slide it in, up in you . . .” I took my finger and settled my finger between my legs, bringing my one knee up so he could see better. “It lights your whole insides up. It Fibrates!” “I would glow. My whole middle,” I pulled back my robe and showed my tummy. My dad was sort of slumping then and he sort of had his head down between my legs, and I laughed. He had his hand on my thigh and was stroking his hand back along the outside of my thigh and was holding onto the back of my ass, touching the edge of my robe. “There’s another one that’s like a little hair and they put that one in my urethra. That one has me stumped. And a long tube, that's hollow that fills your mouth. I opened my mouth to him, sort of demonstrating.” My dad just closed his eyes. We were watching Independence Day now and I spun on the couch because the part where Will Smith pulls the alien out of the ship came on. There was a wind blowing in the window and dad went and pulled the window closed. It still felt warm in the house. I was flushed, really buzzed. I could see the alien on the screen, and it seemed closer. It was at that point that I no longer felt alone. My dad had turned toward me. He was holding my hand just then and was watching avidly, eating candy, listening to me - everything I said, sipping on his Red Bull, drinking the Vodka, filling my glass, chewing down the Resses Pieces by the handful. There were movements in the room. I felt dizzy. My one leg was draped over my dads lap laying right over his erection, and my right leg was curled up against the back of the couch. I felt wet and squishy. He was rubbing my foot. I realize now we were pretty fucked up, but everything felt so perfect. I had pulled my robe back behind me, so that basically it was ‘covering’ only my shoulders and arms. I was watching the screen. Will Smith was dragging the alien. When I was seeing the alien on the big screen TV it felt as if it was in the room, it was there with us. We both understood the Truth. At one point I slid off the couch, and crawled to the TV. I tried to point out all the parts and ways the alien looked but the screen was moving much to fast and each time I touched the screen I kept pointing at Will Smith’s butt. I couldn’t move fast enough. My dad kept laughing. I would point and dad would say, “The alien is Will Smith’s butt? You keep pointing at Will Smith’s butt.” He was hysterical. I was laughing too, looking back at him while on my knees in front of the TV and my robe was hanging open, hanging down to the floor. Dad could see the whole crack of my ass, but it was like we were two friends hanging out with each other, cause while he could see my ass all he talked about was Will Smith’s butt. I redoubled my efforts with the TV, but my eyes were blurry and my head was spinning from the light of the TV, my nose being just three inches from the tube, and everything just looked like dots anyway. It was just too much and I gave up. I rose, pulled myself up and stood in front of my daddy unsteady, my robe hanging open, my perfect perfect little bush framed between the falling fabrics of my robe. Two dragons on either side looking right at my puss with their mouths open. My navel this little line. “Want some ice cream.” “Yeah.” I stumbled off in the direction of the kitchen. It was dark, and I was really getting confused. When I stepped onto the linoleum and turned on the light, I was suddenly in this totally white room. Why was I here? I could not remember. I opened the fridge, then the freezer. Saw the ice cream. Oh, yeah. I took the pail and it was too heavy. I dropped it on the floor and then took two bowls and sat on the floor scooping the ice cream in the bowls. I sat there with my legs out around the pail of ice cream. My pussy felt hot, I was totally horny, and I pressed the pail between my legs. Oh God that felt so good! But then, ah ah, too cold. I pushed it away. I dipped my finger into my puss, drew a line from my anus to my clit. God I was wet, I hurt, horny! I always got soo aroused thinking about this stuff. It felt hot. I left the gallon of ice cream on the floor cause it was too heavy and put the bowls of ice cream on a rolling tray that we use, and then set the pail of chocolate syrup on the tray and the whipped cream, I held on to the handle to help me walk. When I came back from the kitchen, I suddenly felt the alien presence in the room again. Also I noticed that the lights had been turned out. One of the windows was open again. It was dark, the curtains drawn shut, so they were moving a little. Something was out there. I looked back and in the far distance I could see the kitchen lights still glowing from the door. When I reached across to turn on the lamp by the sofa, I felt a firm grip around my waist. It held me from behind and curled its fingers softly around my tummy, long fingers caressing slowly around my hips. I froze, and felt myself being pulled back into the sofa. I tried to stay standing but my eyes were still blurry and it was hard for me to stand. I was being drawn backward, I was floating now. It felt like I had lost control of my body. This was it, the TV screen was showing buildings being blown up, but the mute was on. So it was just silent destruction. Lights flashing. I was trying to say that this is an example of Hollywood violence that has no basis in fact, but instead I felt myself being lifted and laid out on the sofa, my hair was being smoothed back in the darkness, and kissed. I couldn’t sit up or move, this weight was pressing on me, someone or something was pressing me down into the cushions. I yielded and opened my mouth. Lips were touching me, a wetness rising in my body. Warm breath. This was it! I was being abducted! I had waited my entire life for this moment. There was a pressure on my body, soft touches everywhere, and my heart racing, my body spinning in anticipation and fear. I couldn't breath. I lay like this in the silence, waiting, yielding. I tried to say something, call my daddy, but my mouth was suddenly being filled with a long object. The tube! I could feel my mouth being opened, filled to the back of my throat and the cushions pressing me lower. I turned my head and wrapped my mouth around the tube. My eyes were wide, and then I just shut them tight. It was firm, but . . . not what I expected at all. Not plastic, it seemed recognizable. I thought I would be on glass. The tube began to move, pressing deep into the back of my throat and then slide out right to the tip of my tongue, until it felt like it was leaving my mouth. No, don’t stop! I opened my mouth following it with my lips. I was sticking my tongue out to touch it. "No! Don’t go," I said, “Again.” And then relief and satisfaction, feeling the warm pressure back at my lips, filling me. I opened my mouth and felt it again sliding in to the back of my throat. I reached my hands up and felt this body, a soft warm body over my face. It was rocking into my mouth and I sucked and sucked feeling it rise and fall into my mouth. It felt just like . . .just like a cock. I was feeling it with my tongue as it slid in and out of my mouth, the ridges, the edge around the tip, like a cock head. I kept touching my tongue to it, licking, trying to feel its surface, the ridge at the tip. Oh my God! I tried once more to open my eyes and could just see outlines, blurry shapes, and then in a fleeting moment the face of my daddy. This is just like Contact, I thought! They appear in forms you can understand. I hadn’t thought of that. He was pumping into me just then and I took him all the way in sucking hard, wrapping my lips firmly around his cock. It was so hard. I smiled when he took his cock out of my mouth. “Is this alright?” “Mmmmm.” Was all I said as I smiled up at him. I was being probed, it had begun. I could barely talk, I just whispered out between my breaths, “I’ve always thought you would focus more down there,” and I glanced down between my legs. He laughed, I closed my eyes as I watched him lower himself, floating over me, his face moving between my legs. I was in a frenzy, my limbs trembled. The touches all around me, warm. I could feel breathing on my skin. And I next remembered a cold liquid pouring from my pussy upward, coming out of me in a thin line running up my abdomen and around my navel in a line toward my breasts. I started, looking down could see the black ooze!! My eyes got wide, I was frozen, petrified and I started to move away from the sofa, crawling up toward the arm. So it was true, we are a virus for the birthing of aliens. It’s that way after all. Then I heard, “Wait. Wait. It’s alright.” I said, “It. It’s coming out of me. . .It.” My eyes were wide, terror looking up into the shadows of my daddy. “No. No. It’s being poured ON you.” I hadn’t thought of that. They always made it look like it was coming out. Hollywood. I settled down. He smoothed me back out, calming me. He was whispering, “Open your legs.” I smiled, setting my head back on the pillow pulling my legs open, “Like this.” “Hmmm. Hmmm.” And he settled his head down between my legs and started licking the black liquid. I could feel my pussy lips opening, and he was lapping up to my navel, licking the dark line up to my nipples, kissing me so softly, over and over and over. I was melting into the cushions, turning my head from side to side. It felt so warm, so good. The warmth, the breath on my skin. I could feel a tongue down between my legs again licking from my vagina up to my clitoris, and lips kissing and sucking on my clitoris, digging little ridges in me, turning the little hard nob this way and that, until I was squirming shivering, pushing his head down into me. I was on fire. This was more wonderful than anything I could have ever dreamed. I was aroused beyond anything I had ever felt before. The pressure of his tongue was so steady, folding and pressing my labia, licking along the line of my pussy, pressing his soft tongue into my vagina, his large hands pulling me open, pulling me wide open. I had one leg up on the side of the sofa, I felt fingers sliding into me, deep into me curling inside and stroking me pressing in and sliding deep inside and up to the opening back down inside. I was holding my mouth open, tilting my head back, “Oh. Oh.. . Oh my God, it feels so good. Keep doing that. Keep . . . Don’t stop.” I reached my hand back to the tray to my side, reaching for some reeses pieces and spilling a whole handful on myself, I could feel them rolling down my belly. I could hear daddy laugh as he went up and took a few pieces in his mouth and went back to eating me. Licking me softly in the darkness, I didn’t move, just my arms laying across my middle stroking his hair. I was starting to push him into me harder, I wanted it rougher. I was pressing, rolling my hips against him. Mmmmm, I wanted to cum. I wanted it so badly, and I held him still, wildly bucking against this little tongue, feeling myself being fingered and stroked from inside, a rising passion. Hunger inside. I began to feel it rising in me and I began to whimper out, “I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming. So good.” In the darkness I held myself to him, I felt like I was vibrating, my whole body shaking, his arms around my legs, and settling me in the cushions. Holding me there. I was relaxing again. Dizzy. Lost as to where I was and what was happening. I felt completely dissolved. My skin was like a membrane. I was wet, moist, soft. I couldn’t move without waves of pleasure. I felt him rise up from me, his shadow smiling at me, pure lust in my eyes. He was holding me up in his arms and pulling off my robe. He was lifting me around my shoulders, I was limp, my arms hanging back. I felt his body laying against me, curling around me. My body wrapped around him, feeling his touch against me. He asked me, whispering in my ear, asking if I wanted to be fucked. Those words were so unexpected. “Oh fuck yeah. Oh fuck yeah!” Fucked. And I felt his body rolling up on top of me, his hard cock falling between my legs. I held my thighs open for him, could feel the head of his cock touching the hairs of my puss, sliding pressing me open, falling between me, I was lifting my hips to him. Sensuality, arousal. Pure Desire. Kissing his cock with my cunt, he kept pressing and I was so wet so open, ready and he pressed right up inside. Right up inside. I had never thought of it as 'fucking.' I asked, “Is it glass?” He just said, “Yess.” A deep smile of satisfaction spreading across my face. His body sliding on me, taking his whole length inside. I was holding my eyes open, everything blurry. I was crying now. It was as if I had been lifted from the planet, was floating weightless. “Am I glowing.” “Like a rose.” I kept smiling. “It’s happening then.” I was becoming one with the universe. The stars were flickering in the distance, somewhere the ship was hovering. I was floating in their embrace. Other than the glass table, it was exactly as I had imagined. Better, than any dream. I had waited so long. He was rising and falling on me, it felt like a fluid. Like I was a fluid in a tube. Filled and emptied. Like a bellows. I was one then two, one then two. That feeling of becoming one, so exquisite, one with the universe, the aliens. I was abducted, yielding, open, filled completely. The crystal warmth inside, I was glowing like a rose, and I could feel myself begin to cum in a tremendous shocking, ripping explosion. I came and came and came. It stood to reason, when you become one with the universe you’re going to cum. He was pinning me to the cushion and then, I could feel myself being filled. The fluid was cumming into me. Touching me inside, that warmth. Contact! I could hear it, slapping hard against me. It was gushing through me, and my cervix contracted hard, I could feel the tip of his cock touch deep inside of me. I was shaking and crying, and so was my daddy, thrusting so hard into me, his body was tense and he was calling out. “My baby. I Love you.” I kept hearing about how he loved me. How sorry he was. That I would always be there, always be his. He would protect me. He understood. So it was Love. It had to be about Love. And then he moved off of me. I was still laying on my back and staring at his cock laying limp against his leg. I could see a little better now, but it was such a blurr. We were both naked. When did my robe disappear? I had been wearing it in the kitchen. It seemed to just vanish off of me. We were naked, our skin wrapped into the other. I was looking at us, I had cum streaks down my leg, and my hair hung over my eyes. I pulled the hair back from my face. We were sticky. And He was sitting there naked, curled over me. I turned my head to the TV screen, casting a blue glow in the room. “Daddy.” “Yes. Hon.” “What about my anus. What about . . . My Anal Probe? And out of the darkness, the silence, “Roll over.” ******** I felt the soft fabric on my cheek. I had never known what this moment would actually feel like. It was pure anticipation. He touched me so softly, and for such a long time. I was almost asleep. I felt his hands roaming over my back, up and down my legs, touching me sometimes down through my center between my legs, until shivers went up my spine. I was pressing my pussy into his hand when he touched me there. I was pressing against him wherever he touched me. My senses were still so raw, so hungry. I waited. I let him kiss my neck and then . . . he was lifting my hips up. I was tired, I kept my elbows down, trying to look back, my ass lifted into the air like a cat. And I felt first a finger pressing up inside, up into my little rose. I arched my back could feel myself opening. What I had been waiting for! The movement inside curled inside me, it felt as if something had crawled up inside my belly. I felt like I had to pee. My breathing was soft, I felt myself go limp. Completely limp, utter relaxation. His finger was curling down, touching toward my vagina. I could feel the tip of his finger run along the length of my vagina. I asked, “And this one, is it black.” He just said, “Hmmmm.” And I felt it touching against me, his cock. It was a cock. It was my daddys cock. It had to be. All slippery with my cum and with the K-9 jelly from my room which, I know it was that from the next day laying next to the ice cream. But I didn’t know it then. And he pressed, pressed hard. I jumped. “Ow. It hurts kind of. You’ll have to, be more slow.” He kept pressing and I felt myself opening, slowly opening, slowly opening, yielding my ass. My asshole, and then in a sudden burst his whole head went in POP, and I could feel myself clamp around the head of his cock. He held like that for a while perfectly still, my ass held in the air. I could feel him continue to press, but not moving. He was moaning from behind, he was telling me how good it felt. I squeezed my ass and tipped my back again, rocking my hips against his cock. Lay my head sideways pressing into the cushions and licking my lips. I looked back at him, we were both naked now. I was rising, being transported now. I was no longer on Earth, I was no longer an earthling. My DNA was traveling at the speed of light. This was the journey of my life, I could feel myself rising into the heavens, the blackness was all around me now. I closed my eyes, and felt feather light. His hands wrapped around my waist pumping into me, His cock stretching deep inside. It was filling every corner of my body. I could feel myself being filled from behind. His hands reaching around and cupping my pussy, what felt like fingers pressing inside from the front. I could feel my clitoris being rubbed stroked, and every move filled me with pleasure. Every quiver, down or up, I could not stand how good it felt. My body was melting into pieces. It was just how I’d imagined it. This cock sliding inside of me, faster and faster. My breath short gasps, my eyes half open. And the orgasm spreading out, I felt it in every organ of my body. It was hurting, the pleasure was beyond imagination. The room went utterly white. My eyes closed and I was pressed downward. He was pounding in me now. The weight of my body returned. I could feel the gravity. It felt like my senses were pressing together, pressing in on one another. Overlapping. In that instant I could taste colors, red yellow. My eyes closed tight I could smell the sounds around me, mingling together becoming one. My thoughts pressing in as well, words were gone, no thoughts. And I could feel the utter loss of separation, just this pressing in, becoming one. One! Pure pleasure. Crystal, Clear. Pure light. White light. It's what it is. I can see it! I see it! All the colors together, light. The light was just ahead. I thought to myself, This is exactly what death feels like. . . and I was moving toward it . . . . . . That was the last thing I remembered. ********* When I woke up I was blind. Sara's Abduction There was light. I could just make out a rosy glow of light to my right. Red, a field of red. I thought for a moment I was inside a womb that was lit up inside. So I reached out my hand, there was nothing. I was out in the open. I felt myself, I was naked. Sticky, but naked. But my eyes could not be opened, they had done something with them. My eyes had been glued shut. I brought my hand up to touch them, but my hands were covered in some kind of sticky substance and I began to panic. My pussy was sore, really sore, everywhere. And I cupped my hand over my puss, the hairs were stiff and matted. Where was I? I could feel the cushions of my couch. There were round things sticking to my body, they felt like ladybugs, I think they were moving and I tried to sit up. My head hurt, I still could not see and began to feel for the floor with my feet. Silent, I moved very slowly. I reached lower, lower, very slowly with my foot extended. No guarantee of a floor. I was gripping the sofa as if I was hanging over a ledge and then I felt . . . the plush carpeting. I was turning my head one way and another, when I turned to the right I could 'see' the red field of vision, no shapes, just a rosy glow; but darkness to my left. Both feet now safely on the ground I lifted myself up, God I hurt down there. My ass! I was starting to remember. The abduction! I was getting really scared now. It was wonderful, but I was beginning to realize the ramifications of alien abduction. I had such a clear vision of how it would be, the moment of, leading up to; but, I was not expecting blindness and being covered with a sticky substance, being left alone. And the silence. The carpeting felt familiar though, so did the sofa. I moved away from the light, away from the sofa toward what on Earth would be my kitchen, because if that was still there then I could find the bathroom. I padded along the carpeting, and then the floor changed. Cold, smooth. It was the kitchen! Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse an alarm sounded just as I stepped onto the kitchen floor, and I dropped to the ground. My brain was sore. It was an alarm all right, and I lay there crouching low, unable to see. But I was in the kitchen, on the floor. I could feel the pail of ice cream. I was starting to remember. It sounded again! Horrible. Red Alert! Red Alert! I could picture lights blinking on panels all over the ship. It sounded again. But it became more familiar. The telephone? It stopped after four alerts and I heard the answer machine click on. “We can’t come to the phone right now . . .” Definitely the kitchen, I was lurching my head up toward the counter, ignoring the machine, now giving the message I recognized, “Please leave a message after the beep.” I began to crawl toward the bathroom, listening to the message. “Hi! This is mom calling. Wondering how everything is . . .” I kept crawling in the hall . . .moving away from her voice, ’I’ve been fucking abducted, that’s how.’ I turned through a door that should be the bathroom. Tiles, yes - and felt up the counter to the sink. As I was blind there was no point in turning on the light. I turned on the water and began to splash water on my face. Cold water. Trying to pry my eyes open, and then a gummy loosening, and a break! Slits of vision. I could feel them opening, this gauzy cloudy blurry image began to emerge. I turned on the light, and just about fell onto the floor again as the blaze of lights tore into me. My head hurt and I turned the light off again. Shit! Shit! I waited, turned my head to the floor and tried again, reaching up to the switch with my hand, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Everything was this horrible blurr. I looked at myself. Holy shit! I stared in the mirror in disbelief. Great streaks of brown goo was caked in my hair. There were white patches of some kind left on me. And my eyes were red! Red like a rabbits eyes, like an albino rat. They glowed red. Completely red through a gauzy fog. I’d lost my pupils. I thought I was looking at cat like slits. I was being transformed, I was sloughing off my body. I was swollen. I looked down at my body, felt the sticky substance all over myself, I was inside some kind of alien skin. Something white was around my navel, everything else a sticky goo. Round circles swelling from me. I licked my finger - Chocolate! I hadn’t expected that. I picked at the round pills on my front. The creatures on my body turned out to be candy, Reeses Pieces and juicy fruits. My pussy was covered in chocolate, matted down between my legs. I took a washcloth and cleaned myself up a little, gently, gently. Ow! Ow! Dabbing myself between my legs. I ran some warm water over my eyes which were really stinging now. It was hard to keep them open, and I was still trying to see. I could only make out the shape of things. I could see nothing clearly, and slowly made my way back to the living room to the sofa. When I turned the corner, I saw this blurry figure laying prostrate on the floor. I cautiously stepped closer. Oh my God! It was daddy, laying naked on the floor in front of the TV which was still casting an eerie blue glow. He looked like a sacrifice. The video clock was reading 12:00. Noon. He had a ring of dark goo around his mouth, there was white at the corners of his mouth and his penis, aside from being erect, was a rainbow of colors; bright red, yellow, orange, green, blue, presumably from the juicy fruits and the reeses pieces that were laying on the floor all around him. He had chocolate around the base of his penis and up to his navel. There was garbage strewn everywhere, paper towels, empty cans of Red Bull, video boxes, packaging. Melted ice cream. I was starting to remember. Last night I had been abducted, lifted up to the mother ship and probed. Every orifice filled. I had seen it. My heart was patting away. Like a first love. I saw my robe crumpled in the corner of the sofa, shoved into the cushions. I thought that had vanished, dissolved. I wrapped it around myself sat back on the sofa. I looked around the room, at daddy unconcious and naked on the floor, at his rainbow cock. Hmmm. My body began to feel soft again, whole, the glow between my legs was still there. I opened my legs, patted between my legs brushing my now clean pussy, and was surprised to feel I was wet again. Sore but sooo wet! Mmmm, God I just couldn’t get enough these days. I was so aroused again. I was staring at his cock. “Daddy?” He didn’t move. I looked around the room. It was slowly dawning on me. I could feel myself being fucked again, I could see his face, feel his body on mine. I had my fingers between my legs, brushing the soft hairs. My mind was going a million miles a second. . . Oh my God! I was abducted . . . by Daddy?? ********* Prologue My daddy called our doctor and I found out that I had developed a very serious case of pink eye which had swollen my lids shut and turned my eyes bright red. He prescribed me some amoxacillin drops. I could have gone blind. My case had most likely been caused by not properly washing my hands after . . . well, you know. Today I was laying on my bed going through brochures for various colleges all around the United States. I was turning over a new leaf. I was a new woman. My brother had ended up going to that college in Florida, and I was realizing that my life had to move on. I was somehow older, wiser, and now my daddy had become an important ally. Things were becoming so much clearer. He came into my room. “Hi Sweetie!” I looked back at him smiling, throwing back my hair, me in my little pink shorts and halter top. “What are you doing?” “Looking at colleges. I’m trying to decide.” I threw my head back down, my hair closing around what I was reading. He settled at the end of the bed and began rubbing my feet. "Hmmmm." I lifted my feet up into the air. He was rubbing my ankles and then lower down. I looked back at him. The room was aglow, a bright sunshiny day, all my windows open. “Where’s mom?” “She’s shopping.” I felt his hands sneaking up my thighs, and then clasp around the tops of my little girl shorts and tug a little. “Daddy,” I growled with mischief in my voice. “I’m busy here.” But, without turning around or saying anything, I lifted my hips. He pulled my shorts and my panties down to my knees. Then lifting them up off my feet - my feet still dangling in the air. I wiggled my ass at him, settled myself into the bed, still looking at my brochures. He then rose from the bed and opened his robe, let it drop to the floor. I could hear the fabric falling but didn’t look back. “Where are you thinking of?” He asked matter of fact. I could feel the mattress compress as he settled again onto the bed. “I realize that my grades probably mean I can go most anywhere. With a GPA at 3.8 I’m above every minimum required grade point. Plus my SAT scores were in the top 99%, so. . . Most of the places . . . I’m looking at . . . hmmmm . . . are offering money. They have really good . . . uhmmmm . . . academic scholarship programs. I was first in my class and . . .” I felt him slide up behind me, brushing my skin on both sides of my legs, and set his cock right at the top of my thighs, down through the line of my legs which I held together, just letting it hang down and sliding along until it was touching *there* right between my legs. I have a really cool feature on my body, that I can tell is really going to *come* in handy. You can see it when I am laying flat on my front naked, like now. It’s cute. My ass opens right at the bottom, and my thighs right at the top flair open too. And it makes like this perfect penis shaped path right to my vagina. Call it evolution. Part of being perfect. My daddy’s cock is so hard and dripping wet, it slides right along that path and I can feel it slide right into me. I am sooo wet. “Mmmmmm!” Abducted. I just keep looking at the brochures while he silently fucks me, moving slowly upon my body, his legs on either side of mine cradling me between his legs. I lift my ass up a little to meet him, and other than the bob of my head each time he thrusts into me, you’d never know I was being fucked from the waist up. I’m just laying there reading brochures. But . . . mmmmm . . . it is getting a little harder to concentrate. I try to continue, “Hmmm . . . You also said cost is no object, uh, but I’d like to get scholarships and - Mmmmm - contribute to my own way.” I'm catching my breath, tipping my head down. “I was thinking you could go to a college here in town and stay here, or we could find you a nice little apartment somewhere.” I was meeting each thrust. He was moving slow, so good. I looked back at him, smiling, “You think so.” I was arching my back up to him as I looked back. Holding my mouth open, smiling a line of teeth at him. I was starting to get very aroused now, very wet. You could hear his cock sliding into me, slapping my ass with each push up inside. We were squishing together. His fingers clasping around my hips, and I brought my knees up. Arching my back and sliding my clitoris along the length of his cock, tipping my hips up and down, up and down. Oh my god, it felt so good. He took my hair in his hands, something he liked to do, and pulled my head back by my hair a little, like he was riding me. I lifted myself up further, he was on his knees behind me. Doggy style. “Yeah." I was agreeing. "An apartment would be really nice. I could help you get settled in. Somewhere close by.” "I might need LOTS of help," I cooed. It's the last thing we said. He was thrusting harder into me, riding me and pushing me down into the bed again. I lowered myself down, dropping to the bed holding my ass in the air, reaching back and feeling his thighs with my hands, his strength pushing inside me, until I could feel him cum and I began to redouble my efforts grinding on him hard until the pleasure moved up my body. A soft little orgasm, as he lifted himself off of me and I rolled myself over facing him, wearing only my pink little halter top. I could feel his cum leaking out of me. “Look what you did!" I smiled white teeth at him, "You got to clean me up now!” And holding my legs open, I was pushing his head between my legs. In *hindsight* everything is clearer now. Though, I still scan the skies. 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