8 comments/ 38265 views/ 9 favorites The Unexpected Holiday Ch. 01 By: lostphoenix Michelle was disoriented. Where was she? This was not her bed. That much was obvious. She blinked repeatedly, attempting to get her bearings. She lay on a hard surface, dim green light providing a blurry image of her surroundings. She was dizzy, her mind swimming with broken and confused thoughts. She tried to rise, but found her body too weak to obey her commands. Something was terribly wrong. She was cold. A surge of fear shot through her as she became aware of her nudity. Where were her clothes? The rush of adrenaline brought on by the sudden realization of her nakedness helped to chase the fog from her brain. "Where the hell am I?" she wondered. She was supposed to be getting on a plane. She should have awoken in her own bed, this being the day she was leaving on vacation. She had been planning this trip since her divorce was finalized six months ago. It was to be the official kickoff to her new and independent life. She was to fly to Ft. Lauderdale to board a cruise ship which would take her around the continent of South America. It was to be a complete circumnavigation, south along the Brazilian and Argentinean coasts, round Cape Horn, north again past Chile, Ecuador, Peru and Columbia, through the Panama Canal, and back again to Florida. She was single. She was to enjoy herself, leaving the last vestiges of her former life behind. It was to be a rebirth. Michelle had spent the last six years married to a man who seemed incapable of love. He had been a deacon at her family's church. His standing within the congregation was such that her father was only too happy to overlook the great age disparity, giving his blessing to the marriage she never wanted. She had been so young, barely eighteen when they were wed. He had been 38. Her ex was an awkward and timid man, and although he was never cruel or violent, he was cold; especially once he realized that Michelle was physically incapable of giving him a child. He had been quite kind to her in the early days of their marriage, but that was when he had believed she would be the mother of his children. Once he knew she was barren, he barely spoke to her again. Because of his religious beliefs, divorce had not been an option to her husband, nor would Michelle's family or friends approve of such an action. For this reason alone, they stayed married for six miserable years. A loveless marriage with no communication, no sex beyond the first six months, no trust, no common interests or shared goals, and no purpose, is not a recipe for a happy marriage. It had been Michelle who finally made the decision, although she was essentially ostracized for it. To her it was worth it. She had no regrets. After six years of misery, Michelle was ready to move on. She took what little money she had gotten in the divorce settlement and moved into a small apartment. She'd had just enough money to plan her grand adventure – the adventure that was supposed to be starting today. As she looked around at her strange surroundings, Michelle began to realize that she would not make it to the cruise ship. She had been abducted. As her blurry vision began to clear, Michelle tried to take in her surroundings. She was in a small room, roughly ten feet long by six feet wide. The floor, ceiling, and walls were very dark, possibly black, but it was hard to tell because the only light source was a dim green light that emanated from a thin band near the top of the wall. There were doors set into the walls at either end of the room which appeared to be made of the same dark material as the walls. There was nothing else there. Michelle tried to stand, but she just crumpled back to the floor. She realized that she must have been drugged. Her head throbbed and she felt nauseous. After a moment she was able to begin to crawl towards one of the doors. The floor felt cold but slightly soft, like a rubber matt on concrete. After what seemed like hours, she reached the door, feeling along it for some sort of handle or knob. There was none. She tried to push it out, or slide it to the side, but it wouldn't budge. She began to panic again. She started crawling towards the other door, this time more quickly. Reaching it, she found it equally useless. She began banging against the door with her fists, fear continuing to grow deep within her. Despite hitting the door so hard that it felt as though she would break her hand, there was almost no sound. The rubbery coating absorbed the shock with a soft "thud, thud, thud." She attempted to yell out, but a small croak was all that emanated from her throat. She was so thirsty. Michelle collapsed onto the floor again, exhausted from her minor exertions. She felt dizzy as she lay there panting. She must have lost consciousness for a moment, but her mind began to reboot to the sound of sobbing. It was a pathetic sort of sob, almost like a caged puppy. Michelle felt a chill shoot down her spine as she realized the sobbing had been coming from her. As her mind began to clear again, Michelle started examining her surroundings with greater intensity. The room was constructed entirely from the same black material. She began methodically banging along the floor and walls, looking for any weakness in the construction. There was none. Every time she struck, she heard the same dull thud. She gave up on that notion when her hands started to really hurt. This was when something caught her eye. As she was moving around the room she noticed a sudden reflection of light in a small patch on the wall, just next to one of the doorways. She crawled over to it, her legs still too weak to lift her. She could see now that there was about a six inch square panel made of a hard glossy material. She reached out and touched it, finding it cold and hard with a strange vibration emanating from it. The moment she felt that vibration she realized that she had been listening to the hum of whatever was creating it. She'd thought the sound had been in her pounding head, but the sounds pulsed in unison with the vibrations in the plate. It was a subtle and distant sound, very monotonous, almost calming. Unfortunately, the plate on the wall did nothing but remain cold and black and vibrating. Just as the disappointment began to sink in, Michelle noticed some symbols carved into the black wall above the plate. She ran the tips of her fingers over the carvings, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. It looked like some sort of writing, but Michelle had never seen anything like it. It was a series of dots of varying size and slashes at various angles. Before she had the chance to really contemplate what any of this meant, Michelle was startled by the sudden sound of a woman's voice. It was a soft and pleasant sounding voice with just a slight English accent. "Please do not be afraid. You will not be harmed", it said. Michelle could not see where the sound came from. There definitely wasn't anyone in the room with her, but she couldn't see any speakers anywhere either. She decided that she was going to stand up, one way or another. Gathering all of her strength and willpower, Michelle began to get to her feet, bracing against the wall for balance. After a monumental effort she got fully upright, her face plastered against the dark wall as she tried to catch her breath. As she stood there panting, she noticed a subtle but unusual odor. It was somehow familiar, having a sort of sweet chemical smell. As she began to think about just where she might have smelled the odor before, she began to feel dizzy again, sinking down to her knees without meaning to. A moment later the world went black again. This time she awoke to a very different sight. There was a bright light, so bright she could barely open her eyes. She tried to turn her head away from the light, but she could not. Her head was restrained. She tried to move her arms, then her legs – all restrained. Panic spread through her again, the rush of adrenaline clearing her head just enough to notice there were figures standing over her. They were hard to see with such a bright light shining directly into her eyes, but she knew one thing – they were not human! They had large round heads and big dark eyes, and strange sounds were coming from nonexistent mouths. They sounded like locusts clicking away at each other at a frenzied pace. She tried to see what they were doing, but with her head restrained she couldn't tell. Then she felt it. Although her whole body was numb and tingling, she could feel something cold being inserted into her rectum. Whatever it was began to pulse, sending tiny electric shocks into her bowels. With each pulse she could feel all of the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten and then release. She began to struggle again, the vulnerability of her situation causing her to be overcome by an intense anxiety. As she did so, one of the creatures brought its face directly over hers, laying a grotesque hand with elongated fingers gently onto her cheek. It began clicking menacingly as it softly stroked her face. She began to feel strangely calm, the monotonous pulse in her lower body beginning to hypnotize her. She was conscious of the fact that the pulsing was starting to feel quite good, a strange tingling sensation building around her pussy. As she concentrated on this growing sensation, she could tell, without even seeing it, that her pussy was contracting tightly with every pulse, and then opening wide when it stopped. She could almost picture it, winking slowly, like a great pink eye. This was her final thought before losing consciousness again. Michelle awoke again, disoriented, head pounding, weak, and nauseous. Again she was greeted by the dim green light. But this time her surroundings were different. She was on some sort of cot sticking out of the dull black wall. This room was a little larger than the last, but again there was nothing in it but her and the cot. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't lift her head more than two inches off the cot. She decided to roll off instead, landing face first onto the cool black floor with a smack. The cot immediately sucked into the wall, leaving nothing but a smooth black surface in its place. She lay there for a long time, unable to will her body into motion. Eventually, she slept again. When she awoke this time her head felt much clearer. The pounding was gone and she could form relatively clear thoughts. Her body felt better, too. She was able to sit up fairly easily, taking a moment then to acclimate to her new surroundings. As she sat there she noticed that the lighting began to change, getting brighter and changing from dull green to bright blue. It was the color of the sky. She began to hear birdsong. "What the hell?" she said, feeling as if she was in some bizarre lucid dream. Her voice had returned. That was good. But there was something heavy around her neck. That was not good. She felt around her throat and found cold metal. She was wearing some sort of collar, smooth metal with elliptical nodules at intervals going round her entire neck. It was solid. She started feeling a bit more nervous. As she sat there pulling in vain at her new neckwear, there was a sudden swooshing noise as a small metal table and stool shot out of the wall. The female voice with the English accent then said softly, "Please enjoy some nourishment." Just above the small table a panel shot open in the wall. Inside there was a metal cylinder and what appeared to be a thin plastic tube. The voice came back, "The tube will dispense water. You are dehydrated. Please insert the tube into your oral cavity." Michelle didn't trust taking commands from her unknown captor. She didn't move. "Please insert the tube into your oral cavity," said the voice again. Again Michelle refused to move. "Please insert the tube into your oral cavity. If you refuse to comply you will be punished." This time Michelle began to slowly move towards the table. She wobbled a bit on her weakened legs, but she made it over to plop herself down onto the stool. She was very nervous, her hand shaking as she reached out to grab the tube. As she pulled on it, it began to extend out from the opening in the wall. She paused for a moment with the tube near her face. She thought it looked a lot like the suction tool that dentists use. Although she was afraid that there could be poison or more drugs in the tube, Michelle placed it into her mouth. She found that she had been more frightened of whatever "punishment" might consist of, than of being poisoned. The moment she closed her lips around the tube, water began to squirt out of it. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she'd been until the first drops touched her tongue, but then she just sucked on it like crazy until the flow abruptly halted. "You must now consume nutrients," the voice said. Michelle slowly reached in and pulled out the metal cylinder. It contained a white thick liquid, sort of like soup. This time she was a little more bold, as she realized that she was very hungry. If the water was okay, then this probably is too, she thought. She took a big sip of the liquid and was pleasantly surprised. It was sort of sweet and creamy, reminding her of something her mom used to give her for breakfast. She gulped the whole thing down in less than ten seconds before giving a small ladylike belch. She obeyed when she was instructed to place the cylinder back into the slot, and again when she was told to drink more water. The tube then retracted and the slot slid shut, followed by the table swooshing back into the wall. She was left sitting there naked on the stool. That was when she noticed something different. Her pubic hair was gone! That sort of pushed her over the edge. She jumped up, the stool disappearing into the wall as she did so, and proceeded to start screaming and throwing herself against one of the two doors in the room. This went on for about ten minutes or so before Michelle slid to her knees sobbing. She stayed like that for quite some time, sniffling and sobbing, wondering why this was happening to her. What the hell did those creatures want? Were they going to experiment on her, she wondered. Almost in answer to her unspoken question the voice said, "You are designated subject F248. You will be participating in an experiment essential to the survival of your species. Total obedience is required. Failure to obey commands will result in punishment. Each successive punishment will increase in severity. Do not attempt to damage your surroundings. Do not attempt to damage other subjects participating in the experiment. There is a receptacle here," a metal basin swooshed out in another spot on the wall, "in which you will deposit waste materials." Michelle slowly made her way over to the basin. It was basically a toilet without a seat. She needed to pee, but she wasn't about to do it with someone watching. "Why are you doing this to me?" she yelled. "Why did you choose me?" There was no response. Then one of the doors opened. Michelle jumped back as the swooshing sound took her off guard. She could see what looked like a hallway running left and right with another black door on the far side. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to go out of the door, no instructions having accompanied its opening. She tentatively started towards it, craning her neck as if that would help her see through the wall. Before she got halfway there, a face popped around the corner. The sudden appearance of another person startled her, causing her to freeze, every muscle in her body tensing up. The face was looking back at her with a slight smile, the eyes darting up and down her naked body. "Hello", said the face in a slightly husky but pleasant female voice. Michelle did not respond, but stood there holding her breath. The next moment the woman stepped around the corner revealing that she, also, was completely nude. She was an attractive woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties with long red hair, pale freckled skin, and beautiful green eyes. She was taller and heavier than Michelle, not overweight, but with large breasts whose great weight caused the large pink nipples to point slightly toward the ground, and broad curvy hips. She had a large flowery tattoo across her chest above her breasts, several more on her arms, and a large dark tattoo of a red and gold snake curling down and around her left leg. "Don't be frightened", said the woman. "My name is Kara." The woman stood in the doorway smiling back at her with an expectant look on her face. "Do you mind if I come in?" she asked, tentatively stepping over the threshold. Michelle nodded her assent. Kara walked over to a place on the wall adjacent to where the table and stool had disappeared earlier. She said the word "couch" to no one in particular, and a panel in the wall slid open revealing the front of a black couch which slowly pushed through the wall before coming to rest inside the room. "Let's sit, shall we," said Kara. Michelle still did not move, eying Kara with a concerned expression on her face. Kara slowly moved over and sat down on the couch, never taking her eyes off of Michelle. "Please, I won't bite," said Kara, lightly tapping the couch with her left hand. Slowly Michelle made her way over and sat down next to Kara. The couch appeared to be coated in the same black rubbery material that coated the walls, but instead of the solidness she expected to feel, it was actually quite soft and comfortable. Despite the unexpected comfort of the couch, Michelle sat very rigidly, her back straight as a board, her knees pressed tightly together in a pathetic attempt to hide her sex. Her stiff posture caused her pert little breasts to stick out from her body, so she crossed her arms to cover them. "There's no reason to by shy," said Kara. "We will likely be getting to know each other very intimately." She flashed a quick but devilish smirk before gently placing a reassuring hand upon Michelle's right knee. "What is this place?" asked Michelle. "Were you abducted as well?" "I don't know for sure what this place is, but the other... guests seem to think we are on some sort of alien space craft. And yes, I think you could say I was abducted as well," said Kara casually. Michelle couldn't understand how this woman could be so calm. Didn't being abducted tend to make people afraid? She was terrified. "I saw them," said Michelle, the words coming out in a little squeak. She shivered as she remembered the strange creature touching her with its long grey fingers. "Big heads, big eyes, dark rubbery skin, and long thin fingers?" asked Kara. Michelle nodded. "Yeah, I saw them too," said Kara, much too calmly for Michelle's taste. "Did they... did they... put something..." Michelle was stammering. "In my ass?" asked Kara bluntly. "Yes!" "Oh, yes. They do that to all of us. It isn't bad once you know that it won't hurt you. I've actually come to really appreciate those little probes of theirs," said Kara. "What?" Michelle asked loudly, feeling absolutely stunned that this woman would say she enjoyed having her ass probed. Kara laughed lightly. "Listen dear, what is your name?" "Michelle," she said, her voice once again a quiet squeak. "Listen, Michelle, I've been here a long time. I don't know how long it's been, but I have come to really appreciate being here," said Kara, intently watching Michelle's face. "They aren't going to hurt you. Some of the... activities... can be a little unpleasant at times, but all in all, I rather enjoy them." Michelle noticed a twinkle in Kara's eyes as she leaned in close, saying in a rather conspiratorial way, "Just wait until it's your turn to be tested. You are really going to love it once you become accustomed to it." Kara noticed the look of worried confusion on Michelle's face, leaning in even closer she whispered in her ear, "I have had more orgasms in this place than I have had in my entire life before coming here." Kara's breath was warm and sweet on her cheek, and she looked as though she was drifting off into the bliss of a very pleasant memory, staring blankly with a tiny smile curling up the corners of her mouth. "And they are good... so very, very... good..." Kara said as she continued to drift away. The Unexpected Holiday Ch. 01 What was wrong with this woman, Michelle wondered. And what was this about orgasms? Michelle knew about orgasms, of course, but she wasn't sure if she had ever had one. Her mother had explained to her years ago that the women in her family didn't have them. Sex had always been something that a wife had to do to please her husband and to make babies. It was something to be tolerated, nothing more. Both her mother and grandmother had been very explicit about this. But the way Kara was talking about it, orgasms were the most wonderful thing in the world. So wonderful, in fact, that she seemed to actually be happy at having been abducted. Was this all some twisted experiment on human sexuality? Were the creatures who now possessed her going to have sex with her? Or perhaps they intended that she have sex with other captured humans. Either way, Kara's speech seemed to be having the opposite effect than what she had intended. Michelle was more afraid now, not less. "Please", Kara pleaded, "do not be afraid. As long as you are obedient you will really like it here. And, it won't last forever. They will set you free once they have gathered enough data. I have seen many others come and go." Kara's sincerity was such that Michelle started to relax a bit. "How long will they keep me, do you think?" asked Michelle. Kara screwed up her face, obviously considering this question very seriously. "I would guess - and this is only a guess, mind you - that you should be back home in two or three weeks. It's hard to say for sure though. Some of the others were here only a short time, while others stay much longer. I have probably been here for a few months, I think." "A few months?" Michelle asked, exasperation in her voice. She didn't think she would be able to handle such a sentence. Surely the constant anxiety would kill her before so much time could pass. "It hasn't been bad at all, really. I like it here. I really think that is why they have kept me here longer than anyone else. There's a guy who has been here nearly as long as me, and I think he likes it too. He's a really awkward and geeky dude, so he is probably thrilled to finally have a chance to be sucked, fucked, and stroked by a bunch of actual females," said Kara, followed by a great chuckle that seemed unnatural for an attractive woman such as her. Michelle didn't like the sound of that. Was she really going to be forced to do sexual things with people she had yet to even meet? This didn't sound like something that she wanted to experience. On the other hand, she felt pretty confident that she could bear it, considering the virtual imprisonment she had been enduring for years. She had a strong spirit. This she knew. Kara went on to explain how the various gadgets worked in her cell. She only had to say the name of the item she needed and it would appear. There was the toilet, cot, table, stools, food and water slot, and the couch that she had already seen, but there was also a large flat screen television built into the wall opposite the couch, a sink near the toilet, and a strange looking table with electrodes and straps on it. This last item frightened her so badly that she almost pissed herself. She had to ask Kara to turn her back while she relieved herself into the cold metal toilet. She didn't like the idea that some alien creatures might be watching her go, but she couldn't hold it forever. After demonstrating the gadgets in Michelle's room, Kara suddenly got a very serious look on her face, saying, "Please don't take the threats of punishment lightly, Michelle. These collars... they can really hurt you. Each time they are activated the pain becomes more intense. I have seen some pretty stubborn people come through here. Even the most hard-assed men eventually submit. Once their will is broken, they obey every command, even the most humiliating, without question. I can tell that you aren't happy to be here, but DO NOT make it harder for yourself." Michelle could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This was all too much to accept. How could her life take such a drastic and unanticipated turn? This was not the way she had intended to spend her vacation. Just as Michelle began to feel like she would lose it, the voice spoke from above, saying, "F214 will now demonstrate the cleaning facility and proper cleaning methods for F248." With this Kara gently took Michelle's hand, giving her a soft smile and saying, "Come on, it's okay." Michelle followed her out of her room, to the right, and down a long corridor with many closed doors towards an open alcove at the end of the hall. As they stepped inside the roughly six by six room, a compartment opened up in one of the walls. Inside, there were what looked like two metallic silver bricks. Kara picked them both up, handing one of them to Michelle. It was way lighter than she had expected it to be, and it was soft, feeling very much like a sponge with a slightly abrasive surface. Warm water suddenly began to spray out of the ceiling, drenching them both. Again Kara was smiling softly at her. "We have to wash each other. I'll do you first to show you how. Then you can do me," Kara said. "Why can't we just wash ourselves?" asked Michelle. "Because that isn't what they want," said Kara, giving her a look like she had just asked the stupidest question imaginable. "Trust me, you do not want to receive punishment while you are wet. I saw that once before. It was... very unpleasant looking," said Kara with an unusually grave expression on her face. She then began to scrub Michelle's wet naked body with the silver sponge. As she did so there appeared a white soapy foam that made the procedure more pleasant than Michelle had expected. Kara started very gently at first, but as she continued her scrubbing became more forceful. She washed her upper body thoroughly, spending more time than necessary on her small firm breasts, before continuing to her lower half. Kara then reached into the opening from where she had taken the silver sponges, pulling out another long tube similar to the one from which Michelle had drunk earlier. This one had what looked like a long plastic nozzle attached, which flared out at the tip. Kara sort of squinted up her eyes and wrinkled her forehead, giving Michelle that look that so many people give before they deliver bad news. "You might not like this part too much, but I promise I'll be gentle," she said. "Put your right leg up here," Kara pointed toward a small ledge about two feet off the ground. Michelle hesitated. "Please," said Kara with a sudden look of urgency in her eyes. Michelle obeyed, lifting her right leg until she was in a vulnerable position which exposed fully the lips of her sex. Kara went to her knees, gently inserting the tube, which was now expelling some sort of clear liquid, into her vagina. It was something of a shock, though the feeling was not all that unpleasant. Liquid oozed from the opening as Kara gently moved the device back and forth, swirling the flared tip around to get at every bit of her insides. It hurt just slightly as she did this, the muscles in her lower abdomen a little sore from whatever the creatures had done to her earlier. Michelle felt her face flush, the intimacy of the process making her feel somewhat embarrassed. "Okay, now turn around," said Kara as she removed the device from her vagina. Michelle lowered her leg and turned around. "Now put your left leg up", Kara softly commanded. Michelle obeyed. She could feel the device gently but firmly inserted into her rectum, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips as the flared tip slipped inside. Again there was just a small amount of pain as her sore muscles adapted to this new intrusion. The reality of what was happening struck her when she saw some small pieces of fecal matter being drawn away with the expelled water, running down the floor to disappear into a long thin crack that acted as a drain. She felt humiliated. Kara kept this process up until all of the particulate was flushed away, leaving only clear liquid flowing out of Michelle's ass, down her leg, and onto the black floor. Kara then released the tube which retracted back into the opening from which it came, before proceeding to scrub Michelle's lower half with the silver sponge. When she came to her pussy she was very gentle, working the sponge around the outside of her lips. She then used her fingers to gently clean in between the folds of skin, sticking them slightly into the opening of her pussy and swirling them around. Eventually Kara stood up and began to wash Michelle's hair. She took her time, softly massaging her scalp with her finger tips. She then rinsed her hair, the soap somehow stopping just when it needed to. Then it was Michelle's turn to wash Kara. She did her best to repeat exactly the process as Kara had done, though a few minor corrections were required. When it came time to wash her openings Kara took the tube from the wall again, handing it to Michelle before lifting her leg to expose her pussy. Michelle went to her knees. She had never been this close to another woman's parts before. She felt awkward, yet also a slight thrill at this new experience. She noticed that Kara had a c-section scar, though it was obviously long healed and didn't detract much from her beauty. Her vagina looked different than Michelle's, the lips being much fuller, hanging slightly down. As she began to work the nozzle into Kara's pussy, pushing apart her soft and slightly fatty lips, she noticed that her clitoris was quite a bit larger than her own as well. It protruded like a small strawberry from underneath its hood. Noticing Michelle's intent look, Kara asked, "Do you like how I look? How I feel?" Michelle couldn't bring herself to answer, just giving a slight nod to express her assent. "Good. I hope you get to play with it real soon," said Kara, biting her lower lip seductively. What did she mean by that, Michelle wondered. Was that part of the experiment? Was she going to be expected to perform sexual acts with other women? She continued to ponder these questions as she found herself suddenly face to face with Kara's sphincter. It looked like a small puffy pink star, not dirty like she had always expected one to look. It took a bit more force than she felt comfortable using, but the nozzle eventually pushed through the opening, penetrating deep into Kara's behind. Michelle worked it around as Kara had done to her, a few small pieces of shit running out of the hole with the expelled water. It was only when she smelled the slight odor of feces that Michelle began to feel a little disgusted by what she was doing, but it was soon over, the liquid coming out pure and clear. She then proceeded to scrub Kara's lower half, taking the time to clean thoroughly in and around her smooth fatty lips and up into her opening. She felt her clitoris as she was doing this, finding it to be much more firm than she would have expected. Kara made a slight moan, her body shivering when Michelle touched her. She seemed to be enjoying it. After Michelle had finished washing Kara's hair the water suddenly stopped. Kara stepped toward the opening of the alcove, placing her feet inside two silver circles on the floor. As she stood there with her legs spread into a wide stance, jets of air began to shoot out of small slits in the floor and walls, drying her body almost instantly. The force of the jets was such that Michelle could see ripples in Kara's flesh as the air moved over her naked body. Michelle then followed suit. It was a very strange feeling. "The subjects will now return to their rooms," said the voice from above. Kara smiled and took Michelle's hand, leading her back down the hallway and towards her room. Michelle noticed numbers on each of the doorways that they passed along the way – M112, M121, F233, M119, and on like that. When they arrived at Michelle's room, Kara turned to her smiling. There was definitely something about her smile that seemed so sincere, so caring, that Michelle felt instantly calmed each time she saw it. She was beginning to get rather attached to it, really. Kara lifted her hand and gently brushed it against Michelle's cheek, saying, "Don't worry about a thing, sweetie. You're gonna do just fine. Just try to enjoy it." Michelle, seeing her lifeline about to disappear, panicked. She reached out and grabbed Kara's arm with both of her hands, begging, "Please, can't you stay with me?" Kara gave her a sympathetic look, but it quickly gave way to one of fear as she pulled herself free from Michelle. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I have to go," Kara said, as she scurried down the hallway and out of sight. Swoosh! The door to her room slid shut. Michelle was alone again. The couch was still sticking out of the wall, but just as she began to move towards it, ready to collapse onto its rubbery softness, the voice spoke to her. "F248 will now insert the instrument provided into her anal cavity." The slot in the wall slid open to reveal a small metal object. This was too much. Michelle was really getting sick of having things stuck up her ass. What the hell was the purpose of any of this? Despite her building anger, she did walk over to the slot in the wall. She was curious about what the object was, although she had already decided that she would refuse the command. It looked like a large silver bullet, about four inches long with a tapered tip and small protruding nodules evenly spaced over its surface. The other end had a groove near the tip, and somehow Michelle knew that her sphincter was supposed to slip into that grove, holding the probe in place. There was a small green LED lit up on the flat end of the device near the groove. She was not going to put it inside her. The voice came back, "F248 will insert the instrument into her anal cavity." Michelle refused to pick it up. "F248 will insert the instrument into her anal cavity, or she will receive punishment." A jolt of fear shot through Michelle at the mention of "punishment", yet still she held her ground. She simply was not going to go along with this any longer. Maybe if she didn't behave then they would decide to let her go. Maybe she could... Slam! Out of nowhere someone punched Michelle in the brain. Or that is what it felt like, anyway. It wasn't like being punched in the head. It actually felt like someone inside her head had tried to punch their way out. The initial shock only lasted a split second, but it was enough to knock Michelle to the ground, her whole body twitching uncontrollably. There were little aftershocks of pain that shot through her body each time she convulsed. After a short while, Michelle's body stopped twitching and her brain began to clear. There was blood in her mouth. She had bitten her tongue. Michelle decided that Kara had been right, punishment was to be avoided. "F248 will insert the instrument provided into her anal cavity," came the voice again. Michelle stood up and picked up the device. It was slippery with a clear lubricant coating the outside. She bent over and leaned on the couch, slipping the slick tip of the probe into her ass. It took very little effort to push it the rest of the way in, her pliant hole extending as each of the tiny nodules popped through, the probe coming to rest as her sphincter slid in, squeezing tightly into the grove. Michelle stood up, getting used to the strange new feeling in her posterior. It wasn't really too bad, she decided, so long as she didn't move too suddenly. She hadn't even noticed she'd been crying. After pacing around her cell for a few minutes, Michelle gingerly lowered herself onto the couch. She wasn't sure if sitting was such a good idea, but it felt fine. There was a slight bit of extra pressure on her tight little hole, but it was no more than a minor nuisance. Michelle decided she would try the TV, hoping for something that might distract her from her present troubles. "Turn on TV," she said, and to her surprise the TV lit up, a picture appearing on the screen. It was Kara. She was strapped to a table similar to the one that had frightened her so much earlier in the day. But Kara didn't look afraid. Michelle didn't understand that. How could she be so calm while she is strapped, naked and completely immobile, onto a table? She was so exposed, her legs spread wide by the hinged metal arms which comprised that portion of the table. Michelle realized she was holding her breath, such was the anxiety she felt for her new friend. Then a man entered the frame. Like Kara, he was completely naked. He was thin, skinny even, with shoulder length black hair. His skin was extremely pale. He was not a handsome man. His nose was too large, his teeth terribly crooked, and he wore thick glasses that looked like they were made in the early 1980's. He looked young, maybe early to mid twenties. He was eyeing Kara hungrily. She could hear the "voice from above" speaking, but the voice didn't come from above this time. It was coming through the speakers on the screen. "M112 will attach the clamps to the female's nipples," it said. The man walked to one side of the table, removing a metal clamp with a cord attached to it from under the table's edge. He reached out and clamped it onto Kara's left breast. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as it clasped her nipple, the blood squeezed into the tip, causing it to stiffen and its shade to darken. He then walked around to the other side, repeating the process for her right nipple. Again Kara let out a small gasp accompanied by a slight grimace this time. Michelle was sitting bolt upright on the edge of the couch. She wanted to help her friend, but there was nothing she could do. As she was focused intently on the screen, Michelle was caught completely off guard by the sudden jolt of electricity that shot up through her entire body, emanating from the probe in her rectum. At the same moment she saw Kara's body convulse, her hips thrusting into the air as her muscles contracted. She stayed that way for about two seconds before her muscles suddenly relaxed, the cheeks of her ass making a slapping noise as they landed back on the edge of the metal table. As both women's muscles relaxed, Michelle could feel her pussy lips spreading open, the muscles which would normally hold them closed refusing to respond. Her legs had spread open wide when the jolt had gone through her. She hadn't even realized it. She could see, looking at the screen, that Kara was having a similar problem – her big thick pussy lips hanging wide, exposing her gaping sex. The voice then said, "M112 will now use the orb provided to stimulate the female subject." The man walked over to the slot in the wall, retrieving a smooth metal sphere, about the size of a baseball. When he turned back around, Michelle noticed that his penis had begun to engorge. He then walked over to stand between Kara's legs, stooping slightly as he stared down at the large pink gash. It looked like he was about to stick his now fully erect cock into her, when suddenly both women received another jolt. This one was more powerful than the previous one, Michelle involuntarily thrusting her pelvis and spreading her legs. It was such an unusual feeling, both pain and pleasure streaking through her nervous system. This one lasted longer than the last, her pussy lips clamped shut with tremendous force, her ass feeling as though she might crush the probe which was causing the sensation. As the pulse abated, Michelle noticed Kara's ass slap back down on the table at just the moment her own landed on the couch. The probes were perfectly synchronized. The man then began to lower the metal sphere towards Kara's gaping hole. When it came within a couple of inches from her pussy, blue streams of energy began to stretch between them. As the energy crackled over her lips and clit, Kara let out a long high pitched whine, followed by a series of squeaks and groans. The lips on Kara's cunt, still hanging open wide, started to tremble and twitch. The closer the sphere came to touching her skin, the more violent and rapid the twitching became. The Unexpected Holiday Ch. 01 As this went on, Michelle could see that Kara's muscles were all beginning to tighten again, the straps holding her to the table digging into her flesh as she pulled against them. Just when it appeared that Kara's bright red face might pop from the pressure, the man brought the sphere down onto her clitoris causing her to flex even further against her restraints. She let out a howl like a wounded animal, thrusting with all her might against the metal sphere, which the man was now rubbing up and down her twitching gash. Between the bestial sounds emanating from her throat, Kara screamed out, "OH, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I'M COMINGGGGGGGG!" At that moment the probe in Michelle's ass sent another, even more powerful, burst of electricity up through her body. Again she bucked, her holes clamping down with enough force to hurt. Despite being unable to control much of her body, Michelle had been able to maintain her view of Kara on the screen. She was convulsing like something inhuman, every muscle stretched taught. Her hips were bouncing and thrusting this way and that, her pussy shut so tight that it looked like it might just suck up inside itself. The electricity shooting through Michelle's body began to pulse, each time the severity slightly less than the last. The warm tingling feeling was becoming more intense as the blasts lessened. Without thinking, she found her hand on her pussy, massaging her clit rapidly as an intense feeling began to build deep within her. The voice came from above almost immediately. "F248, you are not authorized for self-stimulation at this time. Desist immediately," it said. Michelle stopped at once, pulling fingers slick with her juices away from her quivering hole. She hadn't even meant to do that. It just felt so good. Looking back at the screen, Michelle noticed that the man had stepped away from Kara's body, which lay there twitching occasionally. She was worried about her friend. There were moments where it seemed that Kara was really enjoying what had happened to her, but most of the time it just looked like she was in intense pain. If only she could go and talk to her, to make sure she was alright. After a few minutes the man returned to where Kara lay strapped to the table. She had ceased to twitch and was lying there like a corpse, her legs still spread wide, her pussy hanging open invitingly. The man began unstrapping the ties that had held her immobile, taking much longer on the straps binding her upper thighs, leaning his face in close to her exposed sex. The look of hunger on his face was disturbing, as if it was all that he could do to keep from plunging his face into her crotch. Eventually Kara's body was free, but she didn't move. She continued to lie there panting softly. The man left the frame, the screen going black a moment later. Michelle tried to come to grips with what she had just seen. Was this something that would be done to her next? The thought terrified her. Being held immobile was something that had always frightened her. To Michelle, just thinking about being in the vulnerable position in which Kara had just been in was enough to cause the beginnings of a panic attack. It seemed like the walls of her cell were shrinking in, coming to envelope and suffocate her in its blackness. She began to chant a mantra in her head – Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid. It was the words that Kara had used, and it was her voice that Michelle heard saying it in her mind. The voice from above said, "F248 will insert her left arm into the slot provided," a circular panel opening in the wall. Michelle somehow found the courage to make her way to the opening, slowly and tentatively sticking her arm through the hole. This couldn't be good, she thought. She started having visions of machinery grinding her arm into pulp, a fear which suddenly intensified when she felt something tighten around her upper arm. Her natural reaction was to pull her arm free, but it was held fast, her efforts only causing it to grip tighter. She could feel her arm start to go numb, the strength of the grip cutting off all circulation. What felt like a hand gripped her wrist, followed a moment later by a slight prick in the crook opposite her elbow. A moment later her arm was released, Michelle falling back and landing on the floor. She felt suddenly very strange, a warmth traveling up her arm to spread through her entire body. She had been drugged again. She looked down at her arm, a small droplet of blood oozing from the vein. Michelle expected to fall unconscious again, but instead she felt her heart rate begin to increase, a warm tingling sensation spreading all through her body. A tremendous sense of relief washed over her as she began to realize something. She felt REALLY good! It started to make sense why Kara had said she enjoyed being here. Michelle suddenly realized that she was happy to be there too. In fact, there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be than just where she was. She lay spread out on the floor where she had fallen, rolling gently back and forth, reveling in the tantalizing sensations which shot through her nerves every time her skin touched the floor. Without thinking she began caressing her entire body, the feelings so wonderful and intense that they were almost overwhelming. This must be what heaven feels like, she thought. She felt no fear, nor pain. She was basking in the glorious moment. After about ten minutes of peacefully enjoying her sense of bliss, Michelle was interrupted by the voice again. "F248 will now exit her room," it said, the door swooshing open again. Michelle gathered her thoughts, coming back to reality. She arose slowly, the beautiful feeling coursing through her body intensifying with every movement. She could feel herself smiling, her earlier anxiety now coming in the form of anticipation and excitement. Whatever they had injected her with was some really great stuff, she thought. As she stepped through the door, the voice said, "F248 will turn to the left, proceed down the hallway, and enter the open door marked M112." She was going to the room of the man that had been tormenting Kara not fifteen minutes ago. Although Michelle remembered how terrified she had been that she might receive the same treatment, she was surprised to learn that she was no longer afraid. She was now more curious than anything else. What would she find in the room? When she arrived at the open door, Michelle was confronted by something she hadn't expected to find. The man was the one who was lying on the table naked. He wasn't strapped down, as Kara had been, but was lying on his back looking directly at her as she entered the room. It wasn't her face that he was looking at. "You're the new girl?" he asked, as she stood there beside the table. He appeared unable to look her in the eye, his gaze darting all over her body instead. "I'm Michelle," she said timidly, waiting expectantly for reciprocation of her introduction. It did not come. It was the voice from above that spoke. "F248 will restrain M112 utilizing the straps attached to the table," it commanded. Michelle quickly obeyed. She started with his ankles, working her way up his body from there. The straps were wide black bands of Velcro. She thought it was strange to see Velcro here. Everything else in this place was so alien, but these Velcro straps felt like some tenuous link to life on Earth. The fleeting connection to her former life slipped away as quickly as it came, the image of a strange man's flaccid penis dragging her back into this bizarre new reality. She continued strapping him in, binding his head tightly to a soft rubbery pad attached to the head of the table. She could feel his eyes, magnified as they were by his thick glasses, roaming hungrily over her body. As she was finishing the restraining process, Michelle noticed a strange odor permeating the air in the room. It was an unusual, yet somehow familiar odor, like a mild mixture of sweat, urine, and flowers. Consciously, Michelle thought the odor a bit unpleasant, but she found herself inhaling deeply, unable to get enough of it. She noticed the man's nostrils flaring as he also inhaled the strange odor. "Pheromones, I think," said the man. "They always do that. I'm not sure if it really has much effect, but they probably know something about human physiology that I don't. I'm just a computer geek." Apparently it was having some effect on him, as his penis was beginning to slowly grow. Michelle found herself staring at his genitals, amazed at how different he looked in comparison with her ex. The guy strapped to the table had large testicles that hung down so low that his scrotum completely obscured his rectum. Her ex's had been smaller and tended to hang tight against his groin. She also noticed, as his cock continued to expand, that it was long and thin with a bulbous tip much wider than the shaft. He was also sans pubes, just as she and Kara were. It looked strange and unappealing to Michelle, although she was having difficulty looking away. She stood there, entranced by his strange cock and balls, when suddenly his body jerked to life. His muscles strained and his groin thrust upwards against the restraints. As his body bucked involuntarily, his elongated scrotum flopping about wildly, Michelle caught a glimpse of shiny metal and a rapidly flashing LED protruding from his rectum. She stood there dumbfounded by this unexpected spectacle. After fifteen seconds or so, his body stopped thrusting, coming to rest again on the metal table. As his ass hit the edge, the probe suddenly shot out of him, bouncing quietly upon the black rubbery floor and coming to rest near Michelle's bare feet. She stood there looking down at the slime-coated object, feeling... what? Curiosity? Fear? Shock? Revulsion? She wasn't quite sure. Her body and mind were both out of sorts, the drug she was given affecting her in a variety of unusual ways. "You're going to have to put that back in for me", said the man casually. Michelle was horrified. No, she was not touching that nasty thing, she thought. If he was so concerned about it, he should have tried harder to keep it in his ass. "F248 will reinsert the device into M112's anal cavity", came the voice from above. "Fuck!" said Michelle, dreading the task she knew she would have to perform. She had never been one for cursing, but this seemed like an appropriate time to start. Slowly she leaned down, trying to grasp the probe by the small tip that had not been inside of his ass. It was too slick, slipping between her fingers and dropping back to the floor. She tried once more, and again it slipped back to the floor. Michelle let out a deep sigh then, before grabbing the whole probe in the palm of her hand, carefully lifting it into position. She had to pick up his balls with her left hand so that she could gain access to his hole. When she did this, she could see why the probe had popped out. The guy had a real nasty case of hemorrhoids. Large purplish nodules stared back at her from between his small pimply cheeks. Michelle felt suddenly nauseous, but she gingerly inserted the tapered metal tip into his hole before plunging it rapidly the rest of the way. He let out a pained grunt when she did this, but felt little sympathy. As Michelle released her grip on the probe, preparing to release his balls, the probe unexpectedly shot back out again, landing on the floor by her feet. She felt a sudden burst of anger at this, her initial instinct being to give a good hard jerk on the balls she still had in her hand. Again she picked up the probe, inserting it without any consideration for his comfort this time. Before she could release it though, she had to work with her fingers to try to press his gnarly sphincter down into the groove to keep it from popping out again. She wasn't very gentle doing this, so the man pulled against the restraints and was grunting and growling as she worked the purple lumps down into the groove as best she could. As she was attempting to work a particularly hard and stubborn lump down into the groove, a foul-smelling yellow liquid shot out of it, spraying right across her face. Michelle dropped what she was doing, falling to her hands and knees, retching uncontrollably. After a few moments she jumped to her feet, yelling, "SINK!" The panel in the wall swooshed open and a sink slowly began to push out of the wall. There was a small nozzle on top for dispensing soap, and Michelle began pumping it, frantically washing her hands and face as if they were on fire. As she continued to wash, the voice said, "F248 will reinsert the device into M112's anal cavity." At that, Michelle turned around angrily to see that the probe had once again popped out and was lying on the floor between his spread legs. "FUCK YOU!" she screamed, pointing at the man on the table. "FUCK YOU!" she screamed, looking up at the ceiling, before turning and marching toward the still open door. Bam! Someone was trying to punch their way out of her head again, knocking her off her feet. Bam! Bam! Bam! She felt like her eyeballs were going to pop. The most intense pain she had ever experienced was shooting through her body like gunshots, starting at the collar around her neck and zipping up and down through her nervous system. She was dizzy and confused, unable to remember where she was or how she had gotten there. Her body continued to convulse after the last of the jolts had ceased. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and there was a foamy drool coming out of the corners of her mouth. It had really killed her buzz. As she tried to regain her composure the voice returned, saying, "F248 will reinsert the device into M112's anal cavity." Michelle slowly and deliberately got to her feet, her knees knocking together as she struggled to regain her balance. She felt like a microwaved hotdog. She couldn't think clearly, but she knew that she must obey. She didn't want to be punished anymore. She made her way over and picked up the slippery probe, lifting it slowly to the disfigured orifice with a very shaky hand. She really tried to get the tip of the probe into the center of his hole, but with her shaky hands she accidentally poked him hard into a big purple hemorrhoid. The man howled with pain before screaming at her, "What the fuck are you doing? You fucking dumb bitch!" Tears poured down Michelle's face as she stammered, "S-s-s-s-sorry... I-I-I-I'm t-t-t-t-trying." She took a deep breath and using both hands she was able to slide the probe into place. Again she used her finger tips to work the lumpy skin down into the groove near the rear tip of the silver probe. "C-c-c-can you sq... squeeze it? T-t-t-t-tight?" she asked, the muscles in her throat feeling like they belonged to someone else. "It fucking hurts!" he yelled at her. "P-p-p-p-please", she pleaded with him. He let out an exasperated sigh, then, grunting, his sphincter tightened, the ring of puffy flesh squeezing down into the groove. Michelle said a silent prayer that it would remain in place this time. "You know," said the man in an angry voice, "soon you'll be the one strapped to the table. And I am going to fuck your ass till it bleeds, bitch. You better fucking..." His threats were cut short as a burst from the probe shot up from his ass and through his body. His pelvis thrust up into the air. His cock had gone limp during the time it took her to sort out the anal probe issue, and now it was flopping back and forth, his balls bouncing and swaying. She could see the LED on the probe flashing rapidly as it sent its pulsing waves of energy through his jerking muscles. "Awwwww-ha-ha-ha... Fuck... That's good shit," he said in obvious delight, his cock coming back to life, stiffening rapidly. The drugs in Michelle's body had begun to dull her pain, again sending waves of soothing pleasure coursing through her veins. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel disgusted by what she was witnessing. Her instinct was to choke the helpless bastard to death while he was immobilized. The thought of him doing things to her exposed and naked body as she lay strapped to a table was just about the most awful thing she could imagine. If only Kara were here to give her one of those comforting smiles. Where was she, Michelle wondered. Was she in her cell watching Michelle through her television screen? The voice from above commanded her then. "F248 will now use her oral cavity to stimulate M112." No fucking way, she thought. This was NOT happening. She stood there staring incredulously at his semi-erect penis, bile creeping up the back of her throat. "F248 will use her oral cavity to stimulate M112", came the voice again. Michelle had an idea then. She moved around to the side of his outstretched body, slowly moving her lips over his left nipple, she began to suck. She could hear a sudden intake of breath as her lips and tongue moved over his hardening teat. After a moment he said, "You know that isn't what she meant," referring to the woman whose voice gave the commands. "You need to suck my balls and my dick. You have to make me cum," he said. Michelle kept sucking his nipple, trying her best to ignore the disgusting request. "F248 will now follow the commands from M112. Any deviance will be met with punishment," said the woman's voice. Michelle's heart sank. Such was the despair she felt upon hearing this command that she imagined she could physically feel it flowing like a black sludge from her brain, through her body, and pooling deep down in her soul. This was going to scar her for life, she thought. "I told you," said the man, sounding like a bratty child whose mommy had just backed him up. "I want you to start by tonguing my balls," he said with just a bit too much enthusiasm. Michelle slowly worked her way around until she stood between his spread legs. She began to bend down, her face inching towards his grotesque wrinkled sack. Just before she reached it, however, his pelvis thrust up into the air again, the lights on the probe flashing madly, his heavy hanging balls slinging upward to brush against her chin. The man's muscles strained taught against the straps, his cock, now fully erect, slapped against his abdomen with each pulse of the probe – flap! flap! flap! His testicles had sucked up so tightly to his body that it looked like they would pop up inside, never to be seen again. The wrinkled skin of his scrotum, hanging down from his skittish balls, was wiggling back and forth, reminding Michelle of a wattle on an angry turkey. The probe began to pulse in short two second bursts, causing him to thrust up and down involuntarily, grunting with every move, his balls sliding up and down inside his sack like a yoyo in a pillowcase. Soon the probe stopped pulsing and his body began to relax. His cock continued to twitch, a small thin stream of cum stretching between its bulbous head and his sweaty stomach. Veins bulged out of his angry purple member, anxiously anticipating contact with her warm wet mouth. "Suck my balls. Now! Suck them hard!" he barked at her. Michelle closed her eyes and took the weighty stones into her mouth, sucking in one and then the other. She started to gag as they attempted to slide back into the opening of her esophagus, his long sack blocking her airway. "Just fucking suck them! Don't swallow them, you dumb bitch!" he scolded her. She closed her lips around his soft skin and started sucking with all her might. He let out a long low moan as she moved her tongue around the underside of his pouch, the skin now pulled tight as she pulled her head back lightly. Between moans he commanded her, "Now stroke my cock with your hand. Don't stop sucking." She used her right hand to grasp the long thin dick, his skin feeling hot to the touch. The little bit of cum that had dripped out of him now worked as a lubricant as she began pumping methodically up and down with her hand. She could feel the bulges where the veins stood out from the rest of his skin as they slid between her small fingers. His muscles started to tense as he grew closer and closer to orgasm.