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Abduction

By: oneiria



His mother had warned him never to hitchhike. He should have listened to her. Of course, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. How the hell else was he going to get down to Salinas when his truck had a busted timing chain?

It had seemed an even better idea when the woman had finally picked him up after he had stood beside the dark road for what seemed like hours. She had been sitting sprawled out on that plush Corinthian leather upholstery, wearing nothing but a flimsy negligee. At first he was too busy staring at the huge boobs that were threatening at any moment to break free of said negligee to open the door.

“Well, are you going to get in, or are you going to just stand there all night staring at my tits?” she had asked, tossing her long, wavy blond hair and grinning mischievously at him.

He got in, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

“You like this dress?”

He nodded, although he normally used the word “dress” to refer to garments with at least ten square inches of material.

“I got it at Victoria’s Secret,” she told him. “Hi, my name is Suzy.”

“Dan Thompson,” he told her, momentarily removing his eyeballs from her mammary glands.

“Where are you headed, Danny?”

“Salinas,” he told her.

She smiled at him. “Tell you what, Danny. You’re in luck tonight. That’s exactly where I’m going.”

Hitchhiking seemed an even better idea when she pulled off the road five minutes later and reached over to unzip him. She practically ripped his pants off his legs in her haste to get at him. She held his stiffened cock in her hand, examining it in the moonlight. “This is a very nice one. I know I’m really going to like this one, Danny,” she said as she took it in her mouth and began nursing at it like a hungry infant at its mother’s breast.

No one had every sucked him so wildly, and Danny had to reach down and fondle her soft white breasts, now spilled out of their flimsy container, in order to distract himself from the simultaneous pain and pleasure he was experiencing in his groin. She bobbed her head on him at a speed that seemed almost superhuman and the way she fondled his balls with her fingers gave him sensations he had never experienced before. At least he thought they were fingers. As he built toward a climax, the pleasure in his genitals reached a level he had never known was possible. Suddenly the whole word was reduced to nothing but his cock and her mouth and her sweet fingers (?) and his balls, and when he came the waves of pleasure built and crested over and over again and seemed to last for hours. 

When he regained consciousness, she was again smiling at him. “Well, was that a good blow job?” she asked him, flashing him that same mischievous grin that indicated that she already knew the answer. “I’ve been practicing, you know.”

He nodded and reached up to pull her lips down to his.

Of course, hitchhiking began to seem like a much worse idea a few minutes later, when the tentacles began to sprout from Suzy’s face. “I’m sorry Danny,” the orifice that used to be her mouth said, “I can only hold this form for about a half an hour before I have to regenerate.” The tentacles that jutted from her head waved wildly at him, as she asked him in a quiet voice, “You don’t think I’m ugly, do you?”

Strangely, the negligee still looked sexy on her. Danny guessed that Victoria’s Secret could make anybody look good. As long you were careful not to peer too closely at their faces. 

He grabbed the handle on the door, intending to jump out of the car even though it was cruising at over seventy miles an hour. He was prevented from doing so by three steel bands that suddenly emerged from the leather of the passenger seat and wrapped themselves around his torso.

“Don’t worry, Danny,” the tentacled thing that used to be Suzy’s face told him. “We’re almost there.”

Danny wondered where “there” was. Salinas was still thirty miles away.

They pulled off the road into the desert and were soon greeted by a hovering flying saucer of size that would have made even Steven Spielberg envious. Some sort of tractor beam played over them, probing them before it pulled the entire car up into the air and straight into the porthole of the ship.

Five tentacled things pulled them out of the car and led them into a room with silver metal walls. Ten naked humans were already chained to those walls. Four men and six women. All of them very well endowed.

They stripped off Danny’s clothes and pretty soon he found himself chained to the wall along with the rest of his countrymen.

“I’m sorry, Danny,” the thing that had been Suzy said to him. “I hope you can learn to forgive me.”

Danny looked at her. He didn’t think he could.

There was a subtle sound of engines humming. Danny could feel a gentle motion and figured they were taking off. The ship seemed to accelerate for a long time and Danny had the feeling they were going on a long trip. A very long trip.

Suddenly, hitchhiking didn’t seem like a very good idea at all.

After a long period of silence, one of the chained women spoke, almost to the empty air that surrounded her.

“They’re taking us to a farm, you know. They’re going to milk us over and over again. There are certain proteins in human ejaculate that cure the plague that is ravaging their planet,” she whispered, to no one in particular. Her breasts were heavy and pendulous, her neck bruised with strange-looking hickeys, her brown hair disheveled, her skin still streaked with sweat, and she smelled of the aftermath of sex. Danny found himself becoming intensely aroused at the sight of her naked body chained helplessly to the steel wall, despite his recent draining by Suzy. He supposed he was a hopeless romantic.

“A come farm, eh?” one of the men muttered. “What will they think of next?” He was still flaccid, evidently lacking Danny’s enthusiasm for bondage or at least the sight of chained naked women. “But how do they collect the sperm? Mine just sucked me off. She didn’t even use no condom or nothing to catch it in. Hell, ain’t they afraid of AIDS?”

“AIDS is a human disease, asshole. These things ain’t human,” another one of the chained men pointed out.

“Mine told me they collect all our come in little pouches in their mouths, cunts and pricks. They can make their bodies into any shape they want, you know. Then they spit it out into test tubes later.” another one of the women said. Danny gave her a swift appraisal, a slim dark-haired beauty with muscular legs and dark areolas. Somehow she gave off the aura of being a bored housewife, not entirely distressed at finding herself in her current predicament. “And what pricks they have. You guys should be so lucky,” she added, punctuating her observation with a sarcastic little chuckle.

Suddenly Danny began to remember why he hated Earth women. He hoped Francine was having a good time, fucking the daylights out of her new biker boyfriend down in Salinas. Well, there was nothing he could do about it now. He had bigger problems to cope with.

“Why can’t they come up with some kind of drug or something?” he asked the first woman. “Why do they need us?”

“Mine told me that, despite the advanced state of their electronics, their planet is actually far behind ours in terms of genetics,” the hanging woman said. “He said that they used to use the musk glands of floxem, which were some kind of gray flying reptiles that lived on a planet in the next solar system down from theirs. But they couldn’t raise floxem in captivity and they wound up hunting the critters to extinction. So now they need us. They’re going to keep us here forever. Suck us dry over and over again. Just use us like cattle.” 

Just as she began to sob, the door opened to let in eleven humans, six fully erect massively endowed men and five voluptuous women, their skins flushed and their nipples already erect with desire. Danny recognized Suzy and understood. These were not humans but the aliens in disguise once more. The aliens each walked to a chained human of the opposite sex and knelt on the floor at their “partner’s” naked feet, without saying a word. Their mouths landed simultaneously on their respective human’s genitals. Danny felt an intense thrill go through his body when Suzy’s tongue touched his shaft. That ever-so-talented tongue seemed to do impossible things as it swirled around his stiff and throbbing member. He felt her “fingers” on his balls again and began to suspect that they weren’t really fingers at all but rather tentacles sprouting from “Suzy’s” chin, although she discreetly kept them out of view so that he could not see them. Nonetheless, he had to admit that the resulting sensation was delightful, indeed. He saw that his fellow humans were equally appreciative of the attentions of their alien lovers. The formerly flaccid man now sported an erection that would have been the pride of Wilt Chamberlain (he of the ten thousand women}. The bored housewife did not look so bored now, and the woman who had protested so violently against being treated like cattle was now urging her alien stud on with cries of “YES, YES, YES!” as he drank at the dark triangle of her soft mound. From his vantage point, Danny could see that the thing’s tongue had become fifteen inches long. It had probably licked the walls of her womb clean by now. She screamed her delight, even as Danny’s own consciousness was reduced to that of a pea as Suzy brought him to even greater heights than he had experienced in the front seat of her sedan. After seeming hours of ecstasy, the human prisoners all came simultaneously, amid screams, grunts and snorts of joy. Just as quickly they all fell asleep.

The brain operation was not as pleasant. Al least they could have let Suzy suck him off in lieu of an anesthetic. It also would also have been more soothing if they had adopted some sort of human-looking Marcus Welby, Dr. Kildare, or Ben Casey disguise rather than going at it in full tentacled regalia. “We’re just going to implant a few chips in your brain to make your stay with us a little more comfortable,” the orifice on the lead surgeon’s squid-like head informed him, as he stroked the bone saw with one of his tentacled hands. Danny strained against the steel bands that bound his naked body to the operating table, but to no avail.

When the lead surgeon was otherwise occupied, one of the medical assistant things bent down to whisper in his ear. “They’re going to amplify your hormones and alter your brain, simplify it so you won’t remember things,” she said. “When you’re not spurting, you’re going to spend all your days and nights here watching a tape of last year’s Superbowl game, but you won’t even remember that you ever saw it before even after you’ve watched it a million times. They’re going to take away every last vestige of your creativity, make you even less intelligent than you are now.”

“What, no ESPN? No MTV?” Danny asked, and then he began to panic. “You mean no cable at all?” Suddenly he realized the true gravity of the situation he found himself in.

“Sorry, but the Superbowl’s the highest rated show on Earth. They figure this way you’ll be maximally happy, won’t make any trouble.”

“No Letterman?” he asked, and began to sob.

“Shhh,” she whispered, kissing his brow with her tentacled orifice. Somehow the sensation was strangely erotic. “Some of us think it is wrong to capture sentient beings and use them as cattle. Even if their sentience is as limited as your own. We’re going to get you out of here, get those chips out of your head and get you back to your home world where you belong. PETA (that stands for our organization called People for the Ethical Treatment of Aliens) isn’t going to just sit by and let them use you like this. They’ve got no right to do that, even if it means that the plague will eventually destroy our race. We’re going to get you back home. But just go along with them for now, OK? Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of this.” She stroked his forehead and stood as the lead surgeon returned.

Somehow Danny did not feel comforted as the bone saw began to bite into his skull. No fucking cable. Could you believe that?

The ending of the game was fantastic. The best Superbowl ever. Imagine St. Louis stopping the Tennessee Titans on the one-inch line on the very last play to win the game. Could it get any better than that? There would probably never be another Superbowl as good as that one. Reluctantly, Danny clicked off the TV.

“I brought another friend over to help me milk you tonight, honey. Meet Lila,” Suzy said, removing the empty bottle of Bud Lite from Danny’s hand. Danny looked over at Suzy’s “friend,” recognizing the green dress, which was completely open in the front, revealing her tanned firm breasts.

Lila saw the direction of Danny’s gaze. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but the neurosurgery boys found an incredible amount of stuff about Jennifer Lopez floating around in your little brain when they opened you up, so I decided to come as her tonight. Do you remember this dress? It’s the one she wore at last year’s Grammy award.”

Danny recognized the face now. It was indeed Jennifer Lopez.

“I can be anyone else you want, if you don’t like this,” she said. “I’ve been studying all the Earth TV shows. I can do Pamela Anderson, Mariah Carey, I can even do...”

“Jennifer Lopez is fine,” Danny told her. “And I like the dress.”

“It’s definitely got some convenient features,” she noted, as she quickly wiggled out of it and crawled beneath Danny’s naked torso. Suzy was rubbing the back of his neck and licking his ears as he felt Lila’s cunt suddenly squeezing his swollen prick, quickly taking it inside her. It was totally amazing how their cunts could feel like mouths sometimes. Suzy was pushing on his ass with her hands as he began to rock inside of Lila, feeling her firm breasts moving against his chest with each thrust. She had even worn a nipple ring tonight. How had she known?

As Lila’s cunt began to swirl around his organ, alternately sucking it and stroking it, Suzy ran her tongue all the way down his backbone, from his neck to his ass, plunging it right into his crack as she reached beneath him to fondle his balls. As Suzy’s highly elongated tongue began to probe deeply into his asshole and her tentacled hands worked their infinite magic on his balls, Danny felt himself beginning to come. Suzy’s tongue probed deeper and deeper and Lila’s cunt began its undulations, pumping him and pumping him as he came and came and came in a series of tumultuous explosions that seemed to last four hours.

“That was a good one, Danny. The best one yet,” Suzy told him, as the three of them lay in bed together, still panting. “A lot of people are going to be cured with what you’ve given us tonight.” 

“Aw shucks, it weren’t nothing. You guys did all the work,” Danny said, reaching over to stroke the tentacle that had sprouted from the middle of Suzy’s forehead. “You know, I have always wondered, why don’t you guys just use machines to get me off? It would be a lot easier for you.”

“We tried that. The yield is just not the same. This way is far more effective. Besides, we kind of like it. Can’t you tell?” Suzy said, putting her own finger to her forehead to see what Danny was stroking. 

“Oh damn,” said Suzy, when she discovered the tentacle. “I wish I could hold this form just a little longer. Will you two excuse me while I go to the powder room to freshen up? I have to put my face on, so to speak.”

Danny continued to fondle her tentacle. “You look fine, honey. I love you just the way you are,” he told her, kissing her protuberance. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. For some reason, I find your tentacles strangely erotic. Wonder why. I love you, you know. You don’t have to worry.”

“I love you too, Danny,” she said. “You know here on Hardon we don’t even have the concept of romantic love. But I’ve learned about love from you. And of course from watching all those episodes of Beverly Hills 90210, Allie McBeal, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer when I was training for my mission. I will always love you, honey. But I think I’d better go freshen up. You really wouldn’t want to see me with all my tentacles out. Some things even love could not overcome. I’ll be right back.”

Danny watched her cute little ass sway as she headed for the bathroom. He reached over to squeeze one of Lila’s tits. 

Just then the door burst open, and three of the creatures entered, brandishing some sort of weapons. “The bioreader told us she was out of the room. It’s safe to come with us now,” the tallest of the three shouted. Danny somehow recognized her as the medical assistant from his brain operation.

“We’re here to take you back to your own planet,” she informed him. “Your nightmare is finally over. Just come with us. But come quickly, there’s not much time.”

“You know, I’m not really sure I want to go back anymore. I’m getting to kind of like it here. I mean I’ve got a great wife,” Danny said, putting his arm around Suzy who had just emerged from the bathroom to see what all the commotion was about. “I’ve also got great neighbors,” he said draping his arm over Lila’s neck to squeeze her ringed nipple. “Plus I couldn’t go right now anyway. I mean, what are you guys, nuts or something? I can’t say much for your timing,” he said, reaching for the TV clicker. “I mean the kickoff for the fucking Superbowl is just five minutes away. I know people are upset that it’s just Tennessee and St. Louis. But I think it’s going to be a great game.

“By the way, anyone here care to put a little money on St. Louis? I’ll bet Tennessee’s going to kill the Rams. I’ve just got a good feeling about this one. I can’t remember being this excited about anything on TV before.

“Just imagine it,” he said, his eyes glazed over with happiness, “Tennessee and St. Louis. What will they think of next?"

Abduction



He was watching his mother sleeping gently on his shoulder as the pilot announced that they were about twenty minutes out of San Juan. He inhaled and Maria's sweet scents filled him: the shampoo, the makeup and the smell of her. It was a smell that usually aroused him. He had come to accept of late that almost everything about her aroused him: her full breasts, the shape of her legs, her laugh.

It was also arousing when his mother sampled the wares of their business. It was called "Lingerie Plus" and although they catered to what's known in the trade as 'full figured gals'; she had plenty of the smaller sizes at home. He'd seen his mother's nipples through ever color of nylon and it never failed to stiffen him.

She had started the business with the money her mother left her and when it came time to get rid of the abusive leach she had married, it wasn't a problem. She had the lawyers.

Maria was moving back to her childhood home of Puerto Rico and he was sorry; but he was excited to be a twenty year old taking charge of her businesses in the U.S. and living alone.

She awoke before landing and put her arm through his and it pressed against her breast as she kissed him on the lips. "I'll miss you sweetie but I already have the reservations for you to come every two months for a weekend – as long as you want to"

"I want to mom" he said. She kissed his lips again and his thoughts flashed, "I wish it was your naked body I was kissing." He accepted the thought.

Robert looked off into the distance and smiled. His mother asked, "What are you thinking about Roberto"?

"I was remembering the time your 'sister' Linda came to visit." They both laughed.

Maria had told Robert that a twin sister, separated from her at birth, had tracked her down and was coming to visit. She asked Robert to entertain her until she got home from an important meeting. Maria then came in with a wig and all made up differently. She had him convinced for about fifteen minutes until he saw the small beauty mark on the top of her breast when she took her jacket off. He remembered how she flirted with him and turned him on. They had laughed about it for months. 

They landed and picked up their luggage. They were going to meet the new man in Maria's life whom she'd met on the numerous trips to visit her family. They got into a cab that pulled up just as they left the terminal. Before she could tell him the destination, someone got in from the street side and the cab pulled away.

"What the hell…" Before Robert could finish the man showed a gun and told him to shut up. 

He obviously knew who they were. "Maria Lucas this is going to be a one hundred thousand dollar cab ride" he said without an accent.

Robert looked at the man and his first thoughts were that he was handsome and didn't fit the stereotype of a criminal; then he remembered Ted Bundy. They rode for about thirty five minutes during which the man explained that if the money would be wired by the next day, he would let them go. They reached the town of Fajardo and the cab pulled into what looked like an expensive beach house. 

They were taken through the garage into the downstairs one room apartment that had all the decorations and paintings removed; the cold sparseness was at odds with the beautiful day outside. They tied Robert to a chair and took his mother up to make the call. Maria said, "Don't worry Roberto, I'll get them the money and we'll be all right."

"I told you to shut up bitch" the man said. As they went up the stairs the cabbie spoke in Spanish and called the man Marcos.

In the ten minutes they were up there, Robert worried about his mother but was strangely calm. He thought that he'd had a good life even if it might be short. If he could have one thing more, it would be to have her. 

Marcos brought Maria down and tied her to a chair facing Robert. The man looked at Maria and put his hand on her breast, "You're quite big titted whore" he said.

Robert began yelling at him "Leave her alone you …"

The man yelled back, "You shut up or she gets hurt; do you understand?" with that he pinched her nipple and she yelped. "And you, he said to Maria, You don't do what I tell you, he's in for it – you got it?" 

Maria nodded and whispered "Yes."

The abductor proceeded to unbutton her blouse and exposed the black lacy bra she wore. "Nice tits huh kid? Hey I asked you a question." 

"Yes they're nice" Robert said as he cast his eyes down.

Marcos pulled her bra down and took her tit in his hand allowing the swelling nipple to show. "How'd you like to suck on that?" Robert didn't answer.

Marcos pushed Roberts chair until it touched the other and he said, "Suck it".

Robert leaned over and took his mother's nipple and some of her soft flesh into his mouth. Marcos untied one of Robert's hands and said, "Suck it right".

Robert fondled his mother's big breast and sucked. He heard her moan. "How could she be turned on in this situation"? he thought. "The same way I am" he realized as his cock hardened. 

He kept sucking until he thought he tasted a bit of sweet liquid. "How can I be tasting my mother's milk?" he wondered.

Maria Knew how; she could feel it. It had happened a few times before. Since giving birth, once in a while in her cycle she would lactate. Now it felt good to have her son drawing her milk again. When he stopped sucking, a droplet sat on the end of her nipple and Marcos took it on his finger and put it to her lips. She licked it off and closed her eyes.

Their captor laughed and said, "Hey Don Juan, you ever eat pussy"?

Robert saw the man take his mother's tit in his hand and knew she would pay if he didn't answer. He said "Yes".

"Good" Marcos said, "Now you'll show your mother how much you've learned".

Robert watched as the man pushed Maria's skirt up and pulled her panties down around her ankles. He untied Robert, showed the gun and said, "Go to it boy".

Robert got on his knees and looked at his mother's pussy. He could see droplets of her juices on the ends of the fine flat hair. "This is crazy he thought", she wants this – and so do I."

He pushed his face between her thighs and heard his mother say, "Roberto take off my panties. He took the filmy black nylon off her ankles. She wanted to give her son full access; and she did. He took his mother's pussy into his mouth and began licking and sucking as if she had taught him how to find her most sensitive spots. When he began pleasuring her clit, it sent paroxysms of electricity through her body. He heard her importuning with closed eyes, "Oh God…Oh my God ...don't stop Roberto, don't stop." 

He sucked his mother to orgasm. She shuddered as she came and called his name over and over inflaming him. She sighed and slumped contentedly in the chair. "Bravo" Marcos said as he clapped and laughed. He looked at Maria and said, "Turnabout is fair play isn't it"?

He tied Robert and untied Maria. "Do him" he ordered.

Maria unzipped her son's pants and exposed the almost rigid cock. The man sneered at her, "Do you like his cock Maria? Tell him. Tell him what you want him to do with his cock. TELL HIM."

"Yes I like his cock. It's beautiful…my son has a beautiful big cock…a cock I want in my mouth…the cock I've always wanted inside me". 

With that she took her son's stiff meat and filled her mouth with it. She hungrily sucked and moaned as Robert tried to process what he was hearing and what he was feeling. Maria sucked her son into frenzy. Her tongue licked out the pre-cum as she licked the big spongy head. She felt her son tremble when he reached the back of his mother's throat. Suddenly Maria stopped and turned to their captor, "That's it; basta, no more. Marcos please go upstairs and leave us for a while". 

Robert was dazed, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh Roberto she laughed, you're going to kill me. Marcos is my boyfriend…I set this up. I know how you feel about me. I've seen you hard for me for months now and I wanted to give you an experience you wouldn't forget. It was sort of a going away present – for both of us. There was a lot more to come in the plan but I started having second thoughts: maybe you'd think it was unfair or…"

"Mom you really are a crazy bitch" he laughed.

I'm sorry" she said "I don't know what I was thinking; I thought it would be fun."

"Mom this was the most exciting that ever happened to me. I sucked the pussy I've always wanted and I'm looking at the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." She stood there with only her skirt around her waist, exposed to her son.

In a moment their lips and bodies met. "I want you in my pussy Roberto, I want you." 

He led his mother to the bed and they shed the rest of their clothes. He rubbed her sopping cunt with his palm. Maria then guided her son's straight steel pole past her engorged folds. It felt excruciatingly good to both of them. Her channel held the wide shaft and it felt like a hand to him as she flexed and he pushed deeper into her. They spoke as they found their rhythm of thrusts and grinds.

"Roberto, I've wanted to be with you like this…oh sweet Roberto it's wonderful to have you filling my pussy. You drove me crazy with your mouth…tell momma you want it too."

"Momma the only woman I ever wanted as much was Linda." Her laugh felt good on his cock as she moved. 

Her laugh slowly melted into moans as her son pushed deeper into a place she could not remember another man being. The end of his cock touching that spot set an ecstatic charge off in her. The charge exploded into orgasm.

His mother's arching back and thrashings sent Robert's streams of cum into her belly. They both felt the hot jets that now coated his cock and lined her channel. Her grasping cunt drained every drop. They took the first of many rests they would need that night. Maria said, "I hope you're going to use those tickets I bought and come see me often".

"Mom, as long as I have you here, I'll keep coming and coming." And he did.



Abduction



Sighing, she pushed the plate away and pulled the coffee cup closer. She felt slightly sheepish, going out alone to eat French toast at one o'clock in the morning. But Master had to work nights during their visit, and she had a seemingly insatiable lust for American breakfast foods: she might as well indulge herself a bit while Master was working. After all, she wouldn't be back in the States all that long.

"Can I warm that up for you, dear?" The waitress interrupted her reverie.

"Thanks, no, I've had about enough." Master would probably want to sleep for a few hours when He came back to the hotel, but it wouldn't hurt her to catch a nap tonight. She drained her cup, picked up the check and headed for the cashier.

As she stood waiting for her change, she noticed the tall, black-haired man who had been sitting alone was rising from his seat. She had caught him staring at her several times as she ate. Quickly, she looked away, quickly trying to gauge the distance to the hotel and the amount of light on the street. She was a denizen of the cities, but for many years she had lived in places where it was safe to be out alone at night. She knew that she needed to be more cautious here, but she hadn't been worried when she left the hotel. After all, this was a party town that operated 24 hours a day, there were always people around. But something about this man and the way he had been watching her made her nervous, and he looked as big and strong as her Master. The block between here and the hotel, beyond the end of the Strip, began to seem decidedly desolate.

Stuffing the change into her handbag, she walked the door. Looking back inside the restaurant out of the corner of her eye, she saw the strange man watching her intently as he stood at the cashier's desk. Best to play it safe, she thought to herself, and quickly crossing the parking lot she ducked into the tattoo and piercing salon that stood between the restaurant and the hotel. If he follows me in here, she thought, we'll just see who can wait the longest.

Pretending to be absorbed in the selection of jewelry, she watched the front of the store for the man. There he was! But he was outside, walking right past the window. She gave an audible sigh of relief and her shoulders relaxed. Silly bitch, she admonished herself. Paranoid. Imaging assailants. Still, she waited a few more minutes before making her way out of the shop and heading for the hotel.

The street was calm and moonlit as she crossed, and the air balmy. It seemed a shame to go inside on such a night, but if she didn't get some rest she would be exhausted tomorrow. Thinking that her time with Master was too precious for that, she decided simply to take a short stroll around the pool and then turn in.

The noise of the casino could be heard only dimly. She breathed deeply, gazing at the reflection of the moon on the water and listening to the breeze rustling the palm fronds. It was lovely here, and her heart was filled with joy knowing that Master would be with her again in just a few short hours.

Turning, she left the pool area and started for the side entrance of the hotel. She didn't hear his footsteps until he was almost upon her as he darted out of the parking garage shadows. No time to turn, to see, to defend herself. One large hand was over her mouth, the other coming around her body to restrain her arms. He dragged her backward, kicking, into the deserted garage.

She struggled wildly, but he was incredibly strong. He pulled her over to a car and bent her over the trunk, shoving her face into the warm metal. With his big body pressing her against the car, he pinched her nostrils closed until she was forced to open her mouth. Swiftly he shoved a piece of cloth into it, then covered her head with some sort of bag. Blind, choking on the gag, she could only think no! no! no! This could not be happening.

He was wrapping a rope around her wrists behind her back, then he jerked her up. She heard the sound of the trunk opening but before she could think what that meant, she was shoved inside, her legs grabbed and tied tightly together at the ankles. He pulled her feet back and roped them to her wrists, forcing her body into a painful arch. Then, the trunk slammed shut over her head.

Mustn't panic, she told herself, trying to slow her breathing as she heard the engine start. Pay attention. Try to figure out where he is taking you. How many turns? Listen for the sounds.

But it didn't take long for her to become confused. They took too many turns, and sounds were muffled. She couldn't even tell if they were in a heavily trafficked area or on back streets. In spite of the heat and stuffiness in the trunk, she began to shiver.

Finally, the car came to a stop and the engine shut off. She heard the door slam and gravel crunching as he walked to the back of the car. Blessed relief as the rope holding her feet to her wrists separated, then the tight bonds around her ankles were loosened. 

"You will walk with me, cunt," he hissed in her ear, "and don't even think about giving me trouble."

Shaking violently, she could only nod in response. He lifted her to her feet and held her tightly as he guided her forward. Stumbling, she felt the hopelessness of her situation. How could she even think of escape, blind and bound?

They paused, and she heard the sound of a key turning a lock. Then he shoved her ahead again, and the smoothness of the floor under her feet told her that they were inside a building.

"Kneel, bitch." His mouth was close to her ear. When she hesitated, he kicked her behind the knees and she dropped to the hard floor.

"Don't turn your head, don't move a muscle," the voice whispered. Cool air struck her face as the cloth was lifted from her head. Sensing him behind her, she dared to open her eyes a slit, trying desperately to get her bearings. But the room was a blur of shadows and she could see little but darker shapes within the gloom before a blindfold cut off her vision once again.

A muffled cry of pain escaped from behind the gag as he jerked her arms up behind her back, forcing her to lean forward. She felt him manipulating the rope, loosening it only to retie it once again, wrapping it tightly many times around each of her forearms. Then, taking her wrists in his powerful hand, he hauled her to her feet and shoved her forward.

"Stand here and spread your legs, slut." She complied, but apparently not to his satisfaction, and he kicked her feet wider apart. "Move and you will be one very sorry cunt." She swayed, struggling to remain still but scarcely able to sense which way was up. It was only when he stretched her left arm to the side that she discovered that her hands were no longer bound together. The rope was attached to some anchor to her side, then the right arm stretched out and fastened as well.

"Now, let's see what we have here," came his whisper again. She felt the coldness of steel pressed against her cheek—a knife. He caressed her with it, drawing the flat of the blade down the side of her face, tracing her chin with the point, and she began to cry. Swiftly, the blade went to the neck of her cotton dress and cut downward, slicing her clothing cleanly from her body. He ripped the shreds of it away and she heard him step back.

"What a little slut you are," he murmured. "No bra, no panties, and such a short skirt. You've really been begging for this, haven't you, whore?"

Desperately she shook her head. She was a slut, she thought to herself, but she was Master's slut. He had spent so much time and care bringing out this quality in her, teaching her not to be ashamed of it, yet at the same time claiming her as His own. She was Master's slut but here was this stranger, seeing her for what she was and forcing her within his control. She shivered as she felt the point of the knife trace lightly over her breasts and trailing lightly down to her waist.

Her terror combined with the coffee she had drunk earlier and her bladder released its contents. As the warm piss ran down her legs and splashed on the floor, she moaned in shame and fear.

"Oh, what a dirty little cunt. Pissing on my nice, clean floor. Pissing all over herself. Nasty bitch," he hissed. 

She heard him walk away and circle the room, whistling tunelessly. She cocked her head and tried to slow her breathing in an effort to locate him. Would he simply leave her like this?

But no, the footsteps were approaching again. Suddenly, without warning, she felt the heavy lash of a leather strap on her ass. She lunged forward in an attempt to escape the pain, but was held firmly in place by the ropes stretching her arms.

"Bitch! I told you to keep your legs spread, didn't I?" The strap fell across the front of her thighs, forcing her back into position. "Spread them, you cunt." Sobbing, she complied, only to be rewarded with a slashing blow on each of her inner thighs. Then he returned to work on her backside, carefully timing each strike so that she felt the pain of each to its fullest. Biting down on the cloth that stuffed her mouth as she fought to remain still, she felt each blow on her back, her ass, her legs as a vicious stripe of fire.

His hand grabbed her jaw and forced her face toward him. Pulling the gag from her mouth, he whispered, "Scream if you must, there is no one to hear. But I warn you: too much noise and I will get irritated. You don't want me irritated, do you, little slut?" She could only gasp for air, sucking it deep into her lungs.

Before she could catch her breath, he was swinging the strap again, raising welts on her belly and breasts. When it struck her nipples, always so sensitive, she could not suppress her scream of pain. Through the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she heard him cluck an admonition. The strap came down on her cunt, directly over her clit, its end flicking around to sting her lips. She bit her lip ferociously to keep herself quiet. Again and again the strap came down, until her entire body was a blur of pain. Her knees gave way and she hung panting between the ropes.

After a time, she realized that the beating had stopped. She could feel the welts and bruises covering her body, but at least the thudding sting of each lash had ended. She straightened her legs to relieve the pull on her arms. Where was he? How much time had passed?

She jumped when he spoke, so close that his breath touched her ear. She hadn't heard him approach. "Well, little slut, feeling a bit better now? You really must buck up, you know. That was just a little warm-up. And you were a bad, dirty girl, weren't you? Troublesome; now I will have to devise some sort of punishment for you. Hmmm. . . ." 

As she felt the blade touch her cheek once again she drew in a quick breath. There was almost no pain as he drew the sharp edge down her left breast, from chest to nipple. It wasn't until he cut the right one that she felt the blood trickling down and began to whimper. "No, please, please, please," she begged. She did not want to die.

"Don't make a fuss now. That's just a little reminder, my dear. No real harm done. But, you realize, there could have been." His hissing whisper reminded her of a snake, cold, heartless in its predatory lust. Life had never seemed more precious—or more fragile.

The knife slashed through the ropes that held her arms and her numbed hands fell to her sides. "Down, cunt," he ordered, and this time she fell immediately to her knees. The urine that had so shamefully escaped her earlier was cold against her legs.

"I want you to clean up this mess you made, now." She was confused. How was she to clean it? Thinking that perhaps he had brought a rag, she reached out, feeling for it. His foot came down on the back of her neck, pressing her face and chest into the chilly puddle on the floor. "With your tongue, you stupid cunt." Tears wet her blindfold as she began to lap at the mess.

"Can I warm that up for you, dear?" he snickered. She froze for a second as she felt the warm stream hit the back of her head, then splatter down the length of her back to her upraised ass. But fearing the consequences of such a lapse, she quickly poked her tongue out again and continued to lick up the bitter puddle.

Her jaw and tongue were sore when he finally seemed to grow bored with watching her. Grabbing her hair, he jerked her head up and slipped a chain over it, pulling the links tight around her neck. "Heel, bitch" he ordered, and dragged her forward.

She felt the threshold of a door under her knees and the cool smoothness of a tiled floor. He grumbled "Up and into the tub. Such a dirty little cunt, so troublesome. I really will have to housebreak you soon." Crawling up over the edge of the bathtub, she knelt on all fours as the hot water stung her cuts and bruises. But at the same time it felt wonderfully numbing. She wanted to be numb, not to think, not to feel, not to know what was happening to her. He soaped her and then carefully rinsed her off and toweled her dry, her body wincing as the rough cloth touched the welts that covered her.

"Stand up now, don't want you getting all dirty again." She rose unsteadily to her feet and stepped gingerly out of the tub as he tugged on the leash. Obediently, she followed him back through the doorway, into the other room. "Stay. Good girl," he said, dropping the leash. She stood motionless, afraid to so much as twitch.

"I really think we ought to dress you up a bit for the occasion," the hissing voice came again. Weighted clamps bit down on her nipples, bobbing painfully as he led her forward again. She stopped as she felt her pelvis bump against some sort of bar or beam, but the leash continued to pull forward and down, until she was bent nearly double, hands pushing against the floor to keep from tumbling over. The chain remained taut around her throat as he affixed the lead to some unknown object.

When his fingers began to probe her pussy, her brain seemed to begin functioning again. "No!" she cried. "Master's! It's Master's cunt!"

He chuckled. "Does your Master have you shave it like that?"

"Yes," she sobbed. 

"And I suppose He had it pierced and all these rings put in, too, did He?"

"He owns it, it His, the rings show that it's His. Please!"

"Well, I do admire His taste. But this is my cunt now."

"No, please, please!" She grew hysterical in her begging and began to struggle and pull against the leash, only to find herself choking and the bouncing weights pulling agonizingly on her sore nipples. Cuffs snapped around her ankles and her kicking legs were spread apart. "Please, don't!" The whistling sound had barely registered as that of a cane parting the air before the blow came down on her welted ass. Two, three, four, five times it struck before she stopped struggling, her cries subsiding to groans.

The fingers were back at her cunt, probing and prodding and pulling on the rings that decorated her labia.

"Really a nasty little slut. Saying no, no, no, but look how wet you are."

She moaned, feeling betrayed by her own body. She could feel the slippery wetness herself, the uncontrollable arousal that always came with a beating.

More clamps bit into her flesh, this time on her pussy lips. They were stretched and pulled apart, a length of string or elastic fixing them to her thighs. Her cunt was wide open, its warm juices dribbling down over the engorged clit.

His fingers slipped in easily and probed her depths, twisting and rotating, stretching the soft pink walls. "Please," she moaned again, "no." But all control was falling away as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her cunt was hungry, starving, needing to be filled. Her back arched as she tilted her pelvis, involuntarily pushing back against the hand that invaded her. "Please, stop."

Master owned her entirely, she knew, yet it had always seemed to her that her cunt was the key to that ownership. She felt it was the gate He had stormed to take over the stronghold of her mind and emotions. And once He had taken control of her, every one of His actions—whipping her, feeding her, fucking her, touching her, or merely talking to her—every action had an immediate reaction in her cunt. It was His.

But she could not stop what was happening to her now. This stranger had taken control of her physical self. Her only escape, the only way she could tolerate this assault on the property she safeguarded for her Master, was in her mind. She could imagine that it was her beloved Master who was using her. She must escape this way, she thought frenziedly, or she would go crazy.

The powerful wave of an orgasm was building within her, but before it could break he pulled his hand away. This time her groan was one of frustrated desire. But he was gone only momentarily; she felt some object being rubbed through the copious juices of her cunt. His hand spread the cheeks of her ass and pushed the object against the tight rosebud of her anus. She gasped as he shoved the plug in. "It is Master," she told herself, gritting her teeth.

He turned his attention back to her pussy, tugging and tweaking her clit until she was dripping all over his hand. When he rammed the huge dildo in, he did it all at once, to the hilt. It seemed to reach all the way to her throat and she screamed, cumming immediately, out of control. "Master! Give me…please!" she cried, bucking against the painful and glorious thrusts. One after another the orgasms sent spasms through her, her greedy cunt all but sucking the dildo in. Finally she collapsed, limp and utterly drained, against the beam.

She was barely aware of the cuffs being removed from her ankles, the clamps being released, the chain around her throat loosening when the leash was untied. He lifted her, almost gently, from the beam, and placed her on the floor. On all fours, head hanging down and panting like a dog, she felt incapable of any movement.

His fingers reached into her hair, pulling her head toward him. The smooth head of his cock touched her lips, a single tiny drop of precum moistening its tip. "Who am I?" he whispered. "Master." Her warm breath escaped over the rigid member. She leaned forward and kissed it. With the tip of her tongue she tasted his cock, feeling the curves and ridges, the length of it. The pressure of his hand on the back of her head increased and she opened her mouth, taking him into her warm, wet mouth, sucking and circling him with her tongue. He groaned as he pushed her head down, forcing her face into his crotch, his cock into her throat. 

Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster as his fingers tightened in her hair to guide her movements. She choked and gagged as the head slammed into the back of her throat over and over, tears starting from her eyes only to be absorbed by the blindfold. She reached between her legs and massaged her swollen clit as she felt the tension in him grow. Finally, he exploded, shooting his cum down her gulping throat and filling her mouth, and as his cock jerked convulsively she came again, her hips straining toward him as she rubbed herself. A single drop of cum escaped from between her lips as she gasped, and trickled down her chin.

She fell forward against his legs, sobbing, wracked with guilt. What had she done? She had enjoyed it, she had gloried in being used this way. How could she have let herself do this? 

His hand stroked her hair. "Very good, piglet. That's a good girl." She froze. It was the first time he had spoken above a whisper and that voice…that voice! And he had called her…he had called her piglet. No one called her that—no one except. . . . The fingers moved to the side of her head and lifted the blindfold from her eyes. Filled with both fear and hope, she looked up—and saw her Master.



Abduction



This was written for my pleasure by my love as we together explored... possibilities. Hope you enjoy it! He gets all my feedback, too, so hope you leave some.

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She awoke with a lingering feeling of grogginess. Why was that? She remembered being out with friends at a celebration. The group had presented their documentation and the lawyers had carried it into a victory for their side. Everyone agreed that such a win deserved a party, and they had retired to a local bar right after work. Toasts were toasted, but not so many that she should feel this hazy headedness. 

She tried to roll onto her side, but could not seem to communicate that desire to her muscles. She lay flat on her back trying to gather her resources, and then she felt... cold. Odd, it was summer, and even with the air-conditioning going, she seldom felt cold. And yet, that was exactly it. Her skin felt slightly goose-bumpy, maybe even a little clammy. Well, I'll just pull up the covers a little, she thought. Sliding her hand around to grasp the edge of the quilt she always kept handy, her eyes lazily shut, she hunted. Then a sudden dawning, there was no cover; neither at hand nor under her. Dragging up from the fog, she realized she was nude, no flannel night gown, no nothing. 

How odd, but not quite a real thought, sort of a passing idea not completely formed. Nude, the word tugged at her. Nude, can't be I never sleep this way. NUDE, what's happening? Where is my gown, where are the covers, where am I? Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP. 

Ohmygod, eyes open now, ohmygod, strange place, strange lights overhead, ohmygod, I'm... somewhere, OMYGOD!

Panic, terror. Where, where? Maya looks around, able to move her head from side to side, she surveys the room. Dim, but not dark. Empty save for the camera on a tripod just away from the table. Table. Head lifting, she looks. It appears to be stainless steel, definitely metal. No wonder she is cold. Her arm raises a little, feeling is coming back to her. Got to get up from here. Slowly Maya rises to a sitting position. She hears a small electric motor whir and glances around. The camera has followed her movements. Suddenly she feels trapped and vulnerable in her nudity. One arm covers her breasts, the other, her groin. The sound of the knob turning, and the door begins to open. And in walks... Maya!

Ohmygod, I'm hallucinating, she thinks. Ambulatory Maya approaches and stops a few feet from the table. Sitting Maya scrutinizes her doppleganger in detail. Unbelievable, they are identical down to the scars on their arms and abdomen. The only difference is that the twin has shaven mons. Sneaking a quick downward glance, Maya is also smoothly shaved. Fear has passed, replaced by awe. 

Standing Maya, in Maya's voice, says, "Do not be afraid, I have taken on this shape in order to make you feel more secure. We will not harm you nor cause you any pain whatsoever. You may call me Gypsy. " 

Gypsy? Where did she pull that name from? How could she know that? Gypsy begins to explain; Maya has been abducted to increase the knowledge of aliens from a far galaxy about the thoughts and feelings of Earthlings. Maya tries to concentrate as the explanation unfolds, but can not follow it all, it is to bizarre of a situation. Gypsy drones on but Maya's mind keeps telling her it is some kind of dream. Perhaps someone slipped LSD into one of her drinks. Perhaps Maya is having a nervous breakdown. Perhaps Maya is going through a psychotic break. Perhaps... it is true!

The main idea is that some experiments will be performed, but they will not cause pain and she will not be harmed. Somehow, as strange as it all seems, Gypsy is convincing, and Maya relaxes now caught up in the experience. Deep within, Maya feels sure that Gypsy is telling the truth and she has nothing to fear. Will Maya consent to participate? Yes, a little trepidation, but yes. 

"Please step onto the floor, there is a mat for your feet. " Gypsy goes to a shelf and returns with a jar of some clear gel looking substance. "It is a combination of vitamins A and E, some glycerin, etc. " Gypsy would like to apply a coating, if that would be okay. 

"A full body facial? Certainly, go right ahead. " From the door four other women begin to enter. They are vaguely familiar, but not quite identifiable. Of course; they are combinations of women Maya has known. No single person, but facets of several amalgamated into one being. Maya can pick out the movie stars, and earlier friends, and women she has seen but did not know. The best features of all of their individual parts. And then enters a man, Maya knows him at once. He is also many, but mostly... he is Master. 

The arms and shoulders, the eyes, the walk, yes it is Master. He takes charge of the group by simply being there, Gypsy steps to his side and they exchange some words. Gypsy orders the girls to begin the application. Master steps forward and takes both of Maya's hands tenderly into his. He looks deep into her eyes and tells her gently that all is well and she has nothing to fear. Ah, Sir Lawrence is also in the mix. He slips from her hands, holding just a little long as their finger tips part, then steps back and continues to look into her eyes. Her nipples stiffen, but not from the touch of the four women massaging the gel. Two in front, two behind, two at the top, two at her feet. The four women have quartered Maya with their attention. The upper limit is her neck, they do not apply any to her face. Arms and shoulders, feet and calves. Working down/up. Quickly Maya knows where they will meet. The gel is warm and slick and smells lightly of jasmine. Her skin is suddenly super-sensitive to the strong fingers working on her. The uppers skip past her nipples although they coat all the rest of her breasts. And now they meet. The two uppers hold her open, both front and rear, while the two lowers apply their skills to the tender areas afforded them. They stroke her channels with light caresses, an erection growing in her. Super-sensitive all over down there. 

The Master steps forward and holds her hands. Close, he whispers that he wishes her to enjoy this. Her nipples extend and her clit engorges. The feeling is almost too much. She is just on the verge, and then... they stop. Gypsy produces a new jar. This gel is slightly blue in color. And two of the girls stand. The Master orders Maya to spread her legs. To each of the lowers, Gypsy hands a small wand. Each dip into the new gel as the uppers collect a small amount on their fingers. OHMYGOD. The lowers insert the rods into both openings and commence to twist them around, spreading the gel inside. The uppers coat her nipples, massaging it in. The rods come out, dip, and slide back, stroking, twisting, touching every portion, every nerve of her. Again and again. 

The Master smiles, and nods his approval, and Maya... COOMMESSS. Oooh OOOooh OOoooohh OOooOO Oooohhh Aaaahhhh Uungh Uungh uungh It seems hours later that Maya slides from the waves of orgasm to re-enter reality. Her entire body feels like it is on fire with sexual heat. All four girls are supporting her for her legs have gone to jelly and she would surely fall otherwise. They help her follow the Master into another room. 

This one has myriads of electronic equipment. And in the center is a clear plexiglass tub. It is neck high and filled with a translucent pink fluid. Maya is led onto a plate that acts as an elevator, and raised up to the top of the tub. Then sideways and down into the fluid. It feels like warm honey. Thick, but very fluid. The plate lowers her to a position standing on the bottom. The Master is at a huge control board. He tells Maya she may completely relax, the fluid will hold her vertical without any need for her to support her weight. She relaxes, suspended. But the fluid does more than just hold her up, it invades her, filling her completely both front and back. It feels as if it is inside her very skin pores. And it feels... good. Real good. Unbelievably good. Gypsy lowers a metal skull cap onto Maya's head with wires running out to the control panel. The Master explains that the experiment is to record the feelings from her body. Why not just get them from wherever you got my memories, she asks. He replies that memories of feelings are not as absolute as the feelings themselves. 

The uppers and lowers have gathered around the clear tub with Master and Gypsy. They watch. Their glittering eyes on her. Maya feels exposed and embarrassed... and excited and hot. She senses many eyes upon her, more than the immediate group. Behind the mirror! A floor to ceiling mirror that she suddenly knows is a one-way. She can feel the audience behind it, looking at her, wanting her, lusting for her. She absorbs their heat and reflects it back, adding her own. Her skin begins to tingle with excitement. 

Suddenly Master has his hand upon her cunny, massaging, stroking, demanding. The couple across the restaurant are staring. How can this be? And now she understands, the gel draws up her experiences. And more. Master is in her. Stroking back and forth as her hips grind to meet him. And he is in back, imbedded in her. She can feel every blood vein on him as he plunges deep inside! AAAhhhhh She joins him, and he with her. She can feel is pulsing ejaculation in her ass. OOoooohhh It is not just Master, he is more, many more. He, they, are all the men she has known, or wanted, or dreamt of, or fantasized about. She feels a tongue licking at her cunt, sucking, nibbling her clit as both cocks pistons in and out. The two cocks meeting on each stroke in the center of her, rubbing at the membranes that separate them. OOOHHH GODDD YESSSS, FUUCCKK Her nipples are on fire. In the mouths of both men and women. A beard against her breast, and long cascading locks of hair trailing over her abdomen, and down her thighs. It is all the secret thoughts she's had. Ones she has never voiced to anyone else in the world. More. Much, much more. The bath tub faucet is pouring over her trembling thighs. Even the dark longings she has not herself acknowledged. Tongues and fingers stroking every inch of her skin from toe to crown. AAAAHAHHHH JEEESUUUUSSS. No waiting now, just orgasm after orgasm. A cock slides into her mouth and she sucks greedily for its prize. It pulses and throbs as jets of come spill out into her mouth, and on her breasts, covering them with the shiny slickness of males. OOHH GODD I-I CAAANNNN’T STAAAND IIIIT!!!!!!!!! 

The tall woman with dark hair and eyes flashing, a leather bustier, and a strap-on dildo obscenely, invitingly protruding. She hears all the voices of the audience behind the mirror, entwined with one another, coming in a tangle of orgiastic explosions. A wave breaks over her on the beach, the sun warming and clear. A hundred men stand in a circle as she takes two, then three inside her. Their cocks dripping come onto her, she rubs it into her skin. "FUUUCK!!!!!!!!! AAAAAH NOOOO MOOORE, PLEEEAASE!"

She feels the other woman's cunt against her own. Rubbing, grinding, clit to clit exploding. The woman juice pouring over Maya's outstretched tongue. The nipple hard in her mouth, with the turgid cock. Her fingers wet and slippery in a cunt, extended around a pulsing cock, probing beyond the sphincter. 

"OOH AAAH UNNGH GODDD DAAAAMN"

Every orgasm she has ever had, wanted, thought of, imagined, all simultaneously exploding in her brain!!And then it is darkness. 

She awakes, her gown torn open from top to bottom. Her body awash with perspiration. The sheets crumpled and hanging in piles from the bed. Trembling throughout her entire being. The dogs sit on the far side of the room, looking at her strangely. My God, what a dream. What a satisfying... dream. The word is completely inadequate, it was... an experience of a life time! Maya arises and finds her body sated, but, at once, robust and alive. The shower turns on and Maya feels the first cold drops pour from the head. She... floats to the mirror, and sees a glow in her face and eyes that has been missing for a long time. And then she spies, just above her shaven mons, a tiny bit of blue gel.



Abduction



What is a friend if you cannot share a fantasy?

What is a friend if not to help live out a fantasy? This one is for you C.

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The plan was finished and it was my intention to catch Chuck totally of guard and bring to reality a fantasy he shared with me some time back. We had been friends for a short time when things turned sexual. Chuck is a caring and gentle lover and my style was more brash and rough. He did seem to be able to bring me to a medium where I was beginning to enjoy some of the tender caressing and teasing foreplay. It prompted mind-blowing sex from me but he did not seem to be complaining.

Since careers and families and that sort of thing were never really discussed Chuck could never have seen this plan coming. Our exchange of fantasies did not go unheard at least not on my part. When he told me about the fantasy he had to be held by a female officer and fucked in the patrol car it got my attention. Chuck knew I was did restaurant work he did not know I was a cop. I met him at the restaurant where I worked part time and never felt the need to discuss my "regular" job. I was picking up extra money one the side when I met Chuck.

Chuck had a tender passionate side to him and his lovemaking reflected just that. Since slow tender and teasing was something I had done without for so long it did intrigue me. The way his hands felt on my body, the way his breath would feel on my skin just did something to me. He was into the touching and kissing and gentle romantic pleasures I had pushed aside long ago. His way of making love was barely a fantasy to me anymore. His fantasy on the other hand was right up my alley.

I knew he left work around 10:00 on Thursday night and I planned to be waiting for him. I stopped his green 1994 Le Baron on the side road where he turned to go to his house. It was a dark road and very little traffic. Cars exiting the interstate onto Grahame Rd. would have to be going that way for a reason. 

Turning on my overhead lights and alley lights and turning the flood light right at his back window blinding him I got out of the patrol car and started toward him. I stood to the back of the driver's window like normal and he was not able to see my face. I asked him for his driver's license and proof of insurance. He began to fumble around with his wallet. When he told me he could not find his insurance card I asked him to step from the vehicle. He seemed so nervous, it was perfect and I had done a good job of disguising my voice to this point.

Chuck stepped from the car and I told him to turn around and put his hands behind his back. I had to firmly take control when he started to turn around and question the reason why he became argumentative and informed me that he had insurance but did not have the card and how people did not get arrested for no insurance. I liked the spark I saw in him right then. 

A few stern commands and he complied with my directive. Once the handcuffs were secured I knew I had all the control. Taking the chain of the cuffs and lifting slightly he had no choice but to comply. I was impressed at his efforts at resistance I did not know he had it in him. I reached into my back pocket and took out the blindfold and quickly slipped it over his head. "What the fuck is going on here?" He protested. A control hold subdued his efforts at a struggle and really began to get me aroused. I walked him to the car put him in the backseat closed the door then walked back to his car pulled it to the side of the road turned off the engine and secured the vehicle dropping the keys into my pocket.

I got back in the patrol car and drove away. Chuck's protests in the back seat were amusing. I was going to really enjoy this. I could feel my nipples pressing against my shirt and the wetness between my legs. Driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other running along my inner thigh and over my pussy. I remained quiet despite his questions and protests. Driving about 10 miles to a park area getting out opening the gate and stopping to close it behind me I drove about 1/3 mile down the road and shut off the engine.

I put the seat all the way back then opened the door stepping to the side of the vehicle and opening his door. "Get out!" I commanded. He did not seem to want to get out of the vehicle so I helped him from the car. Once Chuck was standing up I checked to be sure the handcuffs were secure and not too tight and that the blindfold was still in place. 

Running the tip of my finger across his cheek gently then applying more pressure almost scratching him made him jump back I could tell he was afraid now and had thought about trying to run. "Don't even think about it." 

Backing him up against the patrol car I reached for his belt and began to unfasten it his stammering about not knowing what was going on and questioning my actions was almost funny. I heard fear in his voice but I smelled excitement. 

I pulled the belt from the loops and folded the leather over and slapped it hard against my leg, which made a startling sound and I smiled when he jumped about a foot in the air. I undid the button of his slacks and lowered the zipper then reached inside and ran my palm across his cock. It wasn't hard really but it wasn't soft either. "What you don't like that baby. Are you insulting me?" It was hard to keep from laughing when he changed his answer from "yes" to "no" about a half dozen times.

Instructing him to kick his shoes off was next. I then let his slacks fall to the ground and ordered him to step out of them. I watched his stomach heaving as his breathing increased I could even see beads of sweat forming on his chest. "You like that don't you baby?" He just remained quiet. 

I pulled his briefs down to his thighs and studied his half erect cock. "I bet you want me to touch it don't you?" No answer and I didn't really expect one. I took his cock into my hand and began stroking him slowly and felt him begin to get very hard in my hand. "Yeah you like that don't you?" Stopping to pull the briefs the rest of the way down and have him step free of them was the beginning.

Taking him by the arm I led him to the open drivers door of the car and instructed him to sit on the seat with his legs on the ground. At first he would not do it so once again I had to use some force to get him to comply. He began calling me names and saying something about having me arrested. "Shut up!" He went silent. Once he was seated I took his belt and fastened around his ankles binding them together. Then I ordered him to put his legs in the car and he did. 

I removed my shoes and socks, then my duty belt and pants, then the shirt and tee shirt and vest. It felt good to have all the extra weight off of my body. The night air was tantalizing on my skin and I was so worked up and horny by then the breeze could actually reach my clit and touch it. I removed the bra and left the panties on. I ran my fingers along the folds feeling the slickness through the material and really needed to do something about that.

Chuck's erection was almost gone again at this time. I wasn't going to have any of that. I was going to tease him and fuck his brains out and he was going to like it. After all it was his fantasy. I really thought he would catch on by then but I know fear does strange things to the mind. I maneuvered my way into the car straddling his thighs the look on his face was great if only I could have seen his eyes.

I slid up close to his stomach took his cock in my hand and began rubbing my pussy against it teasing my swollen clit. I actually heard him moan and there was no doubt he was hard as a rock. I slid along his cock until I was ready to cum and stopped. When I leaned over and bit down hard on his nipple he jumped and started the insults all over again. Telling him that was mild compared to what I would do if he didn't be quiet seemed to settle him down some. I alternated sharp bites with licking. The fact that he could not touch me had to be making him crazy.

I put two fingers deep into my dripping pussy coating them with the thickness and brought them to his lips. At first he clamped his mouth tightly then began to relax when he realized what I was doing. "Suck my fingers," I ordered. "Don't you bite me either or you will be very sorry." Hesitantly he drew my fingers into his mouth and began sucking them. "Tastes good doesn't it?" 

Moving back down his body sliding over pressing my pussy firmly against his thigh I began rubbing my clit again. I wanted him to know what I was doing. He could feel me grind against his leg and fingers rubbing. I watched his face while I did this and he was turned on. "I am going to cum", I watched him draw his tongue across his bottom lip and tighten the muscle in his thigh. My orgasm was powerful and I knew it was going to take some time to tame this fire.

Pulling his head back sharply by his hair I asked him if he liked that but when he would try to answer I would tell him he was not to speak. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach he was so hard. I reached down and started stroking it again feeling him try to push his hips forward I continued holding his head back against the seat by his hair. "I'm not ready for you to cum yet." I stopped stroking him.

The nice thing about this car was no horn, which in this case was a real benefit. I moved up pushing my ass and shoulders on the steering wheel then raising my feet to his shoulders I pulled him forward. It took him a few seconds to figure out what was happening. "Lick my pussy, make me cum" at first he pulled back and tensed up but he had a change of heart. I had felt Chuck's tongue on my pussy before and he was wonderful tortured me with gentleness really now he was in a situation that did not warrant gentle pussy eating I wondered what he would do. I brought his head closer by keeping my feet wrapped around his neck.

At first his tongue barely touched me, which I can understand he had no idea who I was. A very hot and wet pussy greeted him; I moved my feet to the back of the seat I did not have to hold him there anymore. His tongue began to lick along the folds and flicked across my clit. It did not take long and he was eagerly attacking my pussy. "Make me cum now, now!" he sucked my clit into his mouth and sucked it and I exploded. He did not pull away right away either. I told him what a nasty boy he was.

Positioning myself back down on his lap I leaned over and licked his wet chin and lips. I love the taste of my cum on a man's face. His cock was so hard so purple I thought he was going to bust I decided it was time he had some relief.

I lifted up and took his cock in my hand and lowered myself down. I could feel my walls milking him almost I don't think I had stopped cumming yet. He moaned loudly and I shamed him for liking it. I began moving back and forth on his cock fucking him slowly then lifting and lowering down on him feeling him slide along my walls. The way he pushed his body up trying to slam into me harder I knew he was so close himself.

"Fuck me hard" I yelled out sure he would know my voice this time. My gentle romantic Chuck began thrusting hard and fucking me with all his strength. I kept ordering him to "Fuck me" Our bodies were wild and desperate. I knew that sound that was deep in his throat and I knew he was going to cum. "That's it fuck me hard you want me to let you cum don't you?" I watched as he threw his head back and yelled out loud. I felt his hot release fill me and filter down on my ass and his stomach. I bit his throat rather had and lifted myself off of his cock.

I stood there a moment at the side of the car admiring his body. His cock was hard and moving with his pulse, the thick white crème was pooled around his pubic hair and some was on his leg and stomach. I could feel it running down my legs. I ran my finger through it and wiped it on his lip telling him how naughty he was for cumming like that. 

I cleaned myself up with my tee shirt put my shirt and pants back on and the socks and boots. I ordered him from the car. I put his pants back on and put the briefs in the seat along with his shoes and socks. I told him to get back in the car and directed him to the back seat. 

The 10 miles back to his car were in silence. I turned the radio up and made no attempt to talk to him. I pulled up beside his car turned on the spotlight and my flashlight and got out of the car opening his door. I told him I was going to remove the handcuffs and he was not to move. When the cuffs were off I stayed behind him and picked up my shotgun and made certain he could hear that eerie sound when a shell is jacked into the chamber. I then told him to take the blindfold off and not to turn around.

He dropped the blindfold on the ground and began walking toward his car. I threw the keys by the door. I made sure my flashlight hid my identity. Chuck picked up the keys got in his car and drove away. I figured he would call the police so I had better think of something quick.

I called his house on my cell phone and told him I was worried about him because he was not home from work yet. When I got to his house the front door was open. I laid his shoes and socks and briefs on the front door step and watched his face through the door as he pulled the purple satin panties from his pocket that he got me last month for my birthday.



Abduction



Lily glided over the sidewalk. She glanced behind her as she walked. Her lithe body easily navigated the cracked streets with familiarity. She tossed her long chestnut hair over her shoulder and gave one last glance over her shoulder. She collided with something. She quickly looked in front of her, too late to realise that she had been surrounded. Fear uncurled in her breast and darkness came.

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Rita’s velvety laugh aroused the poor girl laying on the soft mat. “Reckon she’s awake now?” She prodded her with her foot.

A mew escaped between the soft lips of the pretty blindfolded girl. 

Rita’s gaze swept around the small but pretty room. A lamp on the corner cast soft illumination over everyone, reminiscent of candlelight. The carpet was deep beige, matching the light creamy walls. The two armchairs were soft beige as well. 

Rita looked down in front of her - the girl had dark chestnut coloured hair that gleamed softly in the light. Her features were twisted in confusion and fear. 

“Since she’s awake, is it good to start now?” A pretty Asian girl named Jade was eyeing the chestnut haired girl hungrily. Her pert 36C breasts jiggled slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the another in impatience. Her shining black hair was caught up in a ponytail with tendrils framing her pale, delicate face. Her almond shaped brown eyes shone with excitement. 

“Well we might as well right, she’s not here as decoration, that’s for sure!” Rayme cracked. Her soft features glowed, even in the dim light. Her beautiful body was positively luminescent. Her breasts were a light 36B but her body was so well proportioned that she didn’t need bigger ones. Her long legs were folded underneath her body as she sat beside the prone girl. Her auburn hair was cut shoulder length and put up in a bun. The colour matched the wisps above her moist cunt.

Rita knelt down and motioned for Jade to do the same. Her 34C breasts swayed gently. Her golden brown tanned skin was velvety to the touch. Her gold flecked green eyes surveyed the other two. Everyone in the room was naked and with good reason. They were about to gang bang the pretty chestnut haired girl. Rita’s pussy moistened at the thought of what was to come.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” They all checked their pussies for moistness. Rita could see their fingers coated in juices. “I think I’ll go first then, since I won the draw.”

Rita lightly caressed the prone girl’s flat tummy, savouring the soft flesh beneath her fingers. The girl gasped and squirmed. “Hold her arms and legs down.” Jade and Rayme quickly secured the girl. Rita continued her exploration of the chestnut haired girl. Her fingers slid down to her mons, which was only a little damp. Fear was keeping her from acknowledging her body’s desires. Well Rita would fix that.

She gently teased the freshly shaven pussy. She had worked hard to keep from cutting the delicious flesh of Lily, the chestnut haired girl. She had squirmed like a cat in water, but finally, Rita had successfully shaved off all the hair on her cunt. 

Lily continued to squirm, trying hopelessly to evade Rita’s hands. Rita rubbed two fingers against the girl’s slit, at the same time, using her other hand to gently massage her clit in little circles. Lily gave up fighting and moaned softly, her face slowly changed from fear to hesitance to acceptance. Lily’s pussy was quickly moistening. 

Rita changed her tactic and quickly shoved two handy pillows under Lily’s buttocks, elevating her hips. She leaned over and began to flick her rough tongue against Lily’s sensitive clit, then over her slit. She used the flat of her tongue and licked the length of Lily’s pussy, savouring her taste. 

Rita could hear Jade and Rayme panting softly. Glancing up, she saw that her suspicions had been correct and that they were both attending to their hungry pussies with one hand, using their body weight and their other hand to hold down Lily. Rita grinned at them and decided it was time to change her tactic again. 

She got up and grabbed a strap on. It was a thick 2.5 inches and a frightening 10 inches long. As she tightened the straps, she felt them nestle between her pussy lips and clit. She groaned at the sensation. 

Lily’s face had changed back to confusion at the lack of stimulation to her cunt. It then changed to fear as she felt the head of the strap on press against her pussy. She wasn’t a virgin, and Rita and her friends knew it, but they also knew that Lily had never taken anything this size before. 

Rita looked at her friends. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” They both nodded their heads, their fingers flashing between their legs, barely discernible blurs. Rita gently entered Lily’s hot pussy, wishing she could feel that tight cunt. To make up for that loss, Rita quickly shoved the rest of the rubber cock in, making Lily cry out in pain. 

At this intrusion, Lily tried quickly to buck it out of her, but it was stuck inside her. Rita began to slowly thrust in and out of the tight pussy. Squelching sounds could be heard above the startled gasps of pain and moans of pleasure. The strap of the dildo nestled in further between her pussy, chafing her clit and making her hornier. The harder Rita thrusted, the more the strap chafed her clit. Soon Rita was fucking Lily with abandon, not caring whether or not she hurt Lily. In and out the cock pistoned. Soon Lily’s juices were dripping down onto the pillows, creating a puddle around her ass. Puddles were also forming under Jade and Rayme; their ministrations were that pleasurable. 

Pants and groans filled the air along with the squelching sounds and sweet musk of wet pussies. Lily wailed as she orgasmed, juices gushing out of her distended pussy. Rita shivered, almost orgasming herself, but she held it in. She continued to brutally fuck Lily, even though she had already orgasmed. Lily cried out in pain but was soon enjoying the invasion of the big cock. Rita fucked Lily faster, wanting her to orgasm again and again. 

Jade had gotten on top of Lily and was straddling her face. Rita couldn’t see what her tongue was doing but from the expression on Jade’s face, she could guess. Rayme had gotten another strap on, this one was 2 inches thick and 8 inches long and had strapped it on. She had lubed it up and was now positioning it behind Rita. Before Rita could stop her, Rayme rammed the cock up her tight virgin anus. Rita screamed and for a very brief moment, was paralyzed. But as Rayme gently fucked her friend, Rita became used to its size and was soon enjoying it. 

Rita and Rayme soon got a rhythm started up – Rita would thrust into Lily while Rayme pulled out of her ass, then Rita would pull out of Lily while Rayme thrust into her. Rita and Rayme pounded away and soon Lily and Rita were wailing in pleasure and orgasming. Rita’s juices dripped down her legs and Lily’s puddled under her ass. 

Rayme was still incredibly horny, from fucking Rita and from watching Lily and Jade. She took of the strap on with the intention of pleasure herself with it, but Jade took it instead and got off Lily’s face. She strapped it on and suggested that Rita and her double bang Rayme. They quickly positioned themselves – Jade behind Rayme and Rita in front. Then they both eased into Rayme. Rayme howled with pleasure as both her anus and her pussy were stuffed by the large cocks. 

Rita and Jade started up a rhythm where they both pulled out at the same time and rammed Rayme together. In almost no time, they were both pounding furiously into Rayme, so hard that Rayme could barely stand up. She had to hold onto Rita’s shoulders. Harder and faster Rita and Jade both pounded, driving their cocks in as deep as they could get them. Rayme began to play with her clit while she was being fucked by both girls. This threw her over the edge and she orgasmed hard, her juices dripping down her thighs as her tight cunt and anus convulsed around the strap on cocks. 

Rita and Jade gently extracted the cocks and lay Rayme down on the floor. Her body was awash in sweat and her eyelids fluttered as she fought to recover. 

As Jade was crouching to check whether Lily’s pussy was still wet, Rita pushed her forwards so her ass was in the air and thrusted into her anus. Jade bellowed at the intrusion but quickly relaxed. She lowered her mouth to Lily’s abused pussy and began to lick the juices around it and inside it as her anus was being ravaged. After a few moments Jade soon felt fingers in her pussy. She looked behind her and saw that Rayme had gotten up again and was fingering her tight cunt while Rita fucked her ass.

This got Jade very hot and she was soon moaning and groaning very loudly into Lily’s pussy. Each thrust that Rita made shoved her tongue deeper inside Lily, causing her to groan. Rita thrust fervently into Jade’s anus. Rayme’s free hand began to tweak Jade’s clit and this combined with the anal ministrations drove her over the edge. She slammed her tongue deep inside Lily’s pussy and felt her own pussy clench and twitch as juices splashed down her legs and dripped onto the floor. 

Finally spent, the four girls lay there panting as their bodies tried to recover. Their juices mingled on the floor as well as on their bodies. Each of their bodies glistened in the soft light with sweat, their own juices and each other’s juices. But this was only the beginning…



Abduction



This story brings back very special memories for me and is very personal, but before you say anything NO I or anyone I know have never been kidnapped or had a meeting with aliens or even believe they exist... it is all fictional.

Emma Stott was a normal girl.

Ok, so normal was the wrong word; brilliant would be a more accurate word to use. She was a walking, talking wet dream waiting to happen for every guy who saw her. She had learned to love the attention her long brunette hair, big green eyes, long supple legs and perfect c-cup breasts got her.

It had been a few months since she turned 18 and life was good. She had plenty in the bank thanks to her rich parents and a great body. But there was a but...a big but.

She had broken with her boyfriend recently. He was 18 and things just didn't seem to be going well. She'd had a few one night stands since breaking it off with Joe but never felt there was anyone out there for her to be with full time.

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It was the night of Thursday 12th February 1996 when Emma was walking home after a party. It was a cold night. Not the sort of weather you would wear a short black leather mini-skirt and boob tube top with high heels, but that's all Emma was wearing.

The streetlights were on but not really doing much to light the ally that Emma was walking down. She could hear the steady dripping of water as she continued down the ally. Shadows fell all around her and the occasional squeak gave away the identities of some of the less loved animals that roamed the night streets.

"Hello!" Emma was startled by a loud noise that seemed to be all around her, a strange humming sound that rang in her ears. She had stopped walking and was looking in all directions for the source. But to her surprise there was nothing that could cause it.

Realizing it wasn't a good idea to just stand around, scantily clad, in a dimly lit ally Emma started to walk faster, the sound following her, keeping pace.

Emma started really running, not easy in her high heels.

The noise became even louder as she neared the end of the ally. She presumed the streetlights and road could be just meters away.

"Made it" Emma said as she awkwardly ran to the edge of the road. To her surprise the humming was gone but there was no traffic. Even though it was 1:30 AM there was always some cars going by.

A little surprised by this Emma looked around the sidewalks. She saw she was the only person on the entire street; this was a little too weird.

Emma was just about to walk home when she felt something hit her neck. A sharp point injected something into her and she simply hit the ground, out cold.

Emma's eyes were opened quickly, but soon shut once more by the bright light that was shining on her face.

"What's going on?" Emma said weakly finding it hard to move any of her limbs.

There was no answer to her question. Just silence.

Emma tried to move but her arms and legs were strapped down preventing any sort of movement. After she tried a few more times to move Emma gave up on that plan and concentrated on adjusting her eyes to the light shining directly into her face.

After a few minutes she was able to open her eyes fully and look around the room where she was being held captive.

It was a large room, the walls were white as was the ceiling (as far as Emma could tell), there were some strange looking box's stacked around the floor, the door must have been behind her because it was no where in her sight. The room was fairly warm as were the straps that held her in place.

Emma was halfway through studying the room when she heard something behind her head, she was laid flat and so had only limited views of her surroundings.

"Hello" she called out as she realized there was now more then just her in the room. She got no reply.

"Look who ever you are just let me go and I won't say anything about this ever. I mean I haven't even seen you so I couldn't give your description to the cops or anything so just let me go won't you?" Emma was pleading with her mystery captor who said nothing.

Emma started to really panic now. She was trapped and now there was someone in the room with her who wouldn't say anything. What had happened to her? Or more to the point what would happen?

Emma's mind was suddenly shaken back to the room when she heard steps move towards her.

"Hey let me go NOW!" Emma shouted. It was her only really option now.

"Im sssorry that cannot be done yet" A strange deep voice said from behind Emma's head. It seemed to have a little snake like lisp on its S'.

"Why? Please let me go" Emma said starting to cry now as her emotions overcame her.

"Im sssorry that can not be done yet" the voice said again after a short pause.

"Please, tell me why?. That's all I ask if you won't let me go tell me... why?" Emma pleaded as she saw a shadow cast over her body.

"Do you wisssh to know?" The voice asked as its shadow moved from Emma's body.

"Yes please tell me" Emma said holding back some more tears now.

"Very well" Emma heard the voice say as suddenly her arm and head restraints were released. She still laid motionless for several seconds, not really sure is she should sit up or not, finally she decided to and find out the source of her mystery captors voice.

"Oh my god!" Emma said as she looked to see who it was.

Her captor was not human that was for sure. It was about 6'5 tall and was covered in green scales, some sort of liquid was covering its body and its hands and feet were covered in little thorn like hooks.

Her astonished eyes were drawn to its face. Its head was quite square with two horn like objects protruding from the top, its nose was very flat to its face and its mouth was slimy and full of sharp looking teeth, its eyes were the colour of dull gold with big black pupils that seemed to draw Emma in.

"What...what...what are you" Emma stammered finally regaining her voice.

"I am Lirpa" the creature said.

"But what are you?" Emma asked as she continued to stare at the creature before her.

"I am one of the lassst remaining of my race, the Plentrean'sss" it said looking at Emma's body carefully, Emma had not realized it but she was naked and that was what Lirpa was looking at.

"What happened to your race?" Emma asked, not really sure why but she wasn't scared anymore, by all accounts she should have been terrified. Here she was in an unknown place, with a creature that wasn't human, holding her hostage, but it was something in its eyes that had lowered her fear.

"There wasss a war many year'sss ago and many died, now there isss few left of usss, ssso few" Lirpa said the liquid on his body shimmering in the light.

"Oh I'm sorry, but why have you kidnapped me?" Emma asked.

"There isss few of our femalesss left we need to find new femalesss to continue our race" the rasping voice came back.

"So you need me then?" Emma said as for the first time she turned away from her captor and saw she was naked.

"Yesss Emma, you are needed by my people, we are dying out" The strange lizard moved towards the helpless naked girl.

"How do you mean you need me?" Emma asked unsure what was meant by need her.

"You are needed to help out race continue" Lirpa said as he came closer to her, his eyes looking over her body.

"How do you mean?" Emma was still unsure what Lirpa meant by what he was saying, she was now just curious to know exactly what he meant by what he was saying.

"You are needed to help us continue our race, we need femalesss to carry our young or we ssshall be no more, you are perfect Emma" Lirpa said as he caressed her hair with his surprisingly un-slimy hand, his long fingernails just lightly touching her scalp.

"Oh god!" Emma said quietly as she realized what was going on here.

"I ssshall leave you for a little while Emma, I ssshall be back sssoon to hear what you think" Lirpa walked out of the room leaving Emma still naked and secured by the feet.

Emma laid back down on the table, staring into the bright light that shone on her body, everything that Lirpa, her captor, the alien thing that had drugged her kidnapped her, had said.

All his words were swirling in her head, one thing was troubling her, Lirpa had said 'he would be back soon to hear what she thought' what could that have meant? Here she was tied and naked, why didn't he just take her?.

Her train of thought was broken as the door opening again and Lirpa walking back in. She had not realized how long he had been gone but it was quite awhile.

"What is your anssswer Emma?" he hissed to her as he moved closer to her prone body.

"Answer to what?" Emma asked confused at what was being asked to her.

"Will you help our race to continue?" the lizard asked his eyes moving over her body as his tongue seemed to lick her body even though it was a few feet away.

"I have a choice?" Emma said surprised by the fact.

"Yesss Emma, what is your choice?, But before you anssswer jussst remember that if you agree I we will ssshow you pleasssure you have never know before" Lirpa said his wet, dripping red tongue, just the same as that possessed by a snake, licked his lips, leaving a thin sheen of slime on them as he looked at Emma.

Emma had to admit there was nothing on Earth to really make her want to go back there, she had money sure but no guy seemed to be the right one. It was strange that this situation was getting very familiar with her, here she was in a space ship, with an alien lizard wanting to impregnate her to help carry on his race and yet it all seemed normal like it would happen everyday in general life.

"Well?" Lirpa pressed Emma for an answer.

Emma looked at the lizard before her, he was tall and other then his face and slime his body was a well toned mans from Earth, she kept thinking about it. Her the one that saved a whole race, back home she had always tried to help other people, always giving money to charities but now she had the chance to do something to really help others.

"Ok I'll do it" Emma said quietly as her eyes slowly moved to meet the gaze of her soon to be lover.

"Really, Thank you Emma, I ssshall be back ssshortly, lay back while I open your ressstraintsss" he said, Emma followed his insturctions and watched as her legs were set free, once they were she sat up and rubbed her ankles where the leather straps had dug in leaving little red marks on her skin.

Emma had not noticed but Lirpa had left the room. She didn't realize until he had come back in to the room until he spoke.

"Emma you must prepare" Lirpa said as he moved towards the table where Emma was still sitting, rubbing her ankles.

"Ok what should I do?" Emma asked a little unsure what was to come.

"Lay back thisss isss all is required of you Emma" Lirpa said as he moved to the front of Emma, her legs were closed together and hanging off the edge of the table.

Lirpa watched as Emma slowly laid back, her breasts flattening out as she settled but they were still nice mounds of flesh. When she was comfortable Lirpa took both her legs in his cold hands and opened them, lifting them as he did so and placing her feet flat to the cold table, her knees bent up and her pussy exposed to the cold air of the room.

Emma squirmed a bit as she was being moved around, she was nervous about what this would be like but some how getting aroused by the thought of it. She looked through her open legs at Lirpa, he was looking at her moist pussy, his eyes taking in every little detail.

Emma smiled to herself as she watched the eyes of her soon-to-be lover search her body, his chest like hers was moving rapidly indicating he was breathing heavy like she was, perhaps just as scared about what was to come.

Lirpa's attention was drawn to the reason this was happening as he looked over his new mates body, she was perfect and would surly be the savior of his people.

"Thisss isss it Emma we mussst now continue the mating" Lirpa said as he reached behind himself and began to untie the thing that held the cloth that covered his crotch, in place. It fell to the floor and Emma's attention was drawn to the slimy cock that it had once hidden.

Emma studied his cock as it dangled between his legs, it was around 3 inches long and not very thick but was dripping some sort of green slime, it didn't look to good but Emma was intrigued what would happen.

Lirpa held his breath for a few seconds and his cock seemed to twitch first from side to side then suddenly it began to grow, fast.

It finally stopped at 7 inch, sticking out in front of its owner, still the green liquid dripping from it, as the scales it was made up of shone.

Emma was still laid but was mesmerized by what she was watching, almost to the point she wanted to get up and touch it but she kept her composure.

Lirpa then walked away from her to one of the many boxes in the room. Emma not knowing what was going on thought he had changed his mind and was just about to say something when her returned.

She watched as he placed a strange needle to the end of his penis, pushing it into the head so it stood freely when he let go. This was strange, it was like a mini tube almost, about 3 inches long. Once that was in place Lirpa stepped forwards between Emma's legs and placed the end of the needle to the entrance of her pussy.

"Are you sssure you want to continue, once you do there isss no going back" Lirpa said as he waited.

"Yes" Emma said as she closed her eyes.

Lirpa pushed forwards with his hips, the needle pushing into Emma's wet pussy didn't hurt like she thought it might when she first realized what was going to happen. It was like a little pressure but nothing more.

Once he had pushed in all of the needle Lirpa stopped, his cock slime dripping onto Emma's outer lips. She could feel it sliding over her as she could her own juice inside, then it happened he pushed forwards and she felt the wet, slimy cock push all the way inside of her.

The needle went straight into her womb as his cock slid inside her pussy inch by glorious inch.

Emma started to scream as Lirpa moved his hips in a fast rhythm, his cock being gripped tightly by Emma's inner muscles as she felt the slime coat her insides. She was having the best sex she had ever had, the scales on his cock were each individually scratching her inner walls as the cock as a whole slid itself from so deep she couldn't think straight to just about all the way out.

Emma shouted out as she felt the cock start to change form. Now it started becoming a little bumpy inside her, this new shape making it even more easy to get off on, as each little bump caressed the inner folds of her body.

"Ahhhh god yesssss!!!!!" Emma shouted out as she felt the cock begin to grow thicker yet. Now even with the slime it produced it was getting tight inside her.

Emma carried on moaning and grunting her approval as Lirpa sped up his movements, his cock now being fed into and back out of her body so rapidly she could hardly feel it move from one position to the next.

Lirpa grabbed Emma by the waist with his large hands pulling her body into his, bending her at the waist until her large breasts were pressed into his wet, scale covered body. His breath was becoming ragged as his hips thrust hard into her warm confines.

Emma couldn't help but close her eyes as the thickness that was pounding into her made her feel so full she felt like passing out, but there was too much pleasure to be had for that.

"Ohhh god yesss!" she screamed as her orgasm burst like a bubble inside. Her own juices mixed with her lover's thick slime and began to drip from her pussy.

Lirpa watched as Emma thrashed and arched on the table beneath him, her eyes a glaze of lust as she came back from her orgasm and went back to her original meeting thrusts of her pelvis.

Sweat was building on her body and running in little rivers down her naked breasts following the valley her they made and onto there joined genitals.

Emma looked up at her lovers face, it was still expressionless, only his mouth was open slightly showing the sharp teeth and long wet tongue.

Lirpa looked into her eyes and smiled, lowering his face he extended his long tongue and Emma opened her mouth taking most of the 5 inches inside, it made its way to the back of her mouth then into her throat, licking all around as Emma felt her own saliva drip from her chin, onto her breasts.

She couldn't help but be amazed at how long Lirpa was lasting. They had been fucking for about an hour and he wasn't even breathing heavy or slowing down, to be honest she was getting sore from the constant rubbing of his nobly cock inside her warm pussy, but the pleasure was so overriding that she knew she would endure.

Emma had long since forgot about her lover's looks. She was now kissing him and holding his wet body against hers as they thrust into each other, she had 4 orgasms and was now really tired.

"How looooong will this go on?" she almost whined as she felt the sweat fall from her body, her hands slipping on the sweat covered table as she tried to support her body in an upright position.

"Not long Emma... sssoon" Lirpa said as his cock grew yet thicker inside of Emma, so thick now that he was having trouble sliding it in and out of her, even with the mass of juice they had produced together.

"Ohhhhhh goooooddddd" Emma moaned as she felt this expansion, the needle that had been attached to his cock was still deep inside of her but she didn't feel it.

Lirpa made one last push and buried himself deep into his lover. Emma lay back as after 90 minutes Lirpa finally started to fill her with his cum. The needle's purpose became apparent to Emma now, she couldn't feel his cum filling her pussy but could feel it shooting right into her womb, each little sperm racing for her fertile eggs.

Emma lay back panting as Lirpa slipped his still hard but largely thinner cock out of her, she looked down at it to see the needle was still attached. It was covered in blood from inside her but it also had some green liquid dripping from the end of it, Emma realized that this was his cum. The same cum that was going to make her pregnant.

Lirpa removed the needle and Emma watched some of the dark green cum slide to the hole at the end of his cock, though she was tired and hot and sweaty she sat up and reached out taking his cock in her hands, bringing it to her mouth she licked off the green cum, the taste was bitter and not too pleasant and she realized that the best thing to do was just take it in her pussy where it was meant to be.

"Thank you Emma" Lirpa said as he moved away from the naked woman on the table.

Emma smiled back to him and placed her hands on her stomach, she smiled to herself thinking of the new life she would have now, it may involve a lot of long fucking but that was something she could get used to!



Abduction



My arms hurts. I don't remember what I was last doing to make them hurt. What is wrong with my head? I feel light-headed and fuzzy. Why is it so dark? Wait, not dark. I am blind folded. My arms are handcuffed above my head. That's why they hurt.

When did this happen? I was at home reading the last time I remember anything. Ok breathe. Where am I?

It seems quiet. I am semi-elevated. Maybe a small bench. My thick fleshy ass is barely staying on the end of the small seat. My arms sound like they are cuffed to metal. The metal on metal clink, gives it away.. I am chilly. Wait I have nothing on. Who in the Hell did this to me? I still don't know where I am.

Wait I hear voices. Muffled male voices. Laughing.

Then the turn of a door knob. I feel warmer air blow in across my bare skin, my large pendulous breasts respond to the air change by thickening and hardening my dusty pink nipples. Larger than erasers. I hold my breathe waiting to hear a voice I recognize. Nothing.

A male voice says the "The slut has awaken boys."

Laughter, and shouts all around the room. I can't tell how many voices I hear. Five, six, ten I don't know.

I am trying not to panic. I start pulling on my bars, nothing budges. More laughter.

A soft almost gentle voice says in my ear, "Be still bitch. Be good to the boys, and you will not be hurt...much." Soft chuckling blows across my hair. He pulls my head back by my hair. Pulls my face up to his, and forces his tongue in my mouth. He feels me start to bite down and yanks the back of my head.

"Naughty bitch. You need a lesson." I feel my right arm being let loose of the bar, only to be slammed against what feels like a wall, and re-cuffed.

Having no idea what they plan on doing, tears are forming in my eyes, I am scared. I don't want to die.

Smack

I jump as the paddle hits my full round ass. Biting my lip, trying not to make a sound.

Smack

I cry out on the second one, which is considerably harder.

Smack

Tears of pain are now running down my face.

"Will the bitch behave now? Or do you need more training?"

I nod between sobs.

Smack

I scream "NO, I will behave, Sir."

"That's better. I thought a trained bitch such as you wouldn't take long to know who is in charge." Chuckling as he walks away.

"Boys take the bitch down and tie her to the bed."

My arms are unlocked, but not let loose. I have two firm hands on each of my arms. I start to kick out with my legs, "I wouldn't be doing that little girl, He was just playing with that paddle, I am sure he has more left to give you."

I feel other hands touch me, caress my thighs, pinch a nipple. Someone pulls my hair and laughs...

"Enough boys, just get her over here. You will all have a chance with the lass."

Shouts all throughout the room. The loudness is over whelming.

I am thrown down on a large soft bed. I feel hands grab my limbs that are now kicking and clawing to be free. Men are laughing having fun, while I am scared to death. They over power me. My arms are re-cuffed, to a wood head board, the sound is more hollow, no clinking. My legs are tied spread eagle, to the outer sides of the bed, to what I can only imagine. I hate being this exposed. I never allow it. I am too large. My body is round and fleshy. The skin shakes with any movements. I am so embarrassed. I end up lying still. Trying not to move.

"What is this? The bitch stopped fighting? Are you now interested in what we have in store for you?"

I slowly shake my head,"No sir."

"Hmmm, so exposure tames the wild bitch? Well boys watch her closely. Look at her."

Murmuring all around me, sounds like bees. I am beyond queasy.

Again, I hear him chuckle softly. "Why doesn't the bitch watch us, and what we do to her?" I feel the blindfold slide off my head. My eyes are squeezed shut. I don't want to know who is staring at my grotesque obese body.

"Open your eyes bitch. Or you will have them forced open."

I peek out and look around the room, I don't know anyone here. There are seven men lined up around the sides of the bed. They range in age and race. Between 30 and 45. They are all looking at me. But I can't read their faces. Do I disgust them? They show no signs of it.

The longer they look at me, the more I feel odd. I start to fidget, but of course the ties won't let me go anywhere.

"Please, sir."

"Please, sir? You want something bitch?"

I am crying, and shake my head no.

I lay there, thinking this is it, I am going to die. When the men lean forward on the bed, seven sets of hands touch me. Whatever part of me is in front of them is what they are stroking. Stroking my calves, and thick soft thighs. Massaging my large belly, and hands are shameless rubbing my breasts.

I don't know what to do. I should be scared to death, yet it all feels so wonderful. So many hands, touching so many different parts of me, with different pressures on different areas. My breathe catches in my throat.

I hear the voice laugh, he is still just a voice. I haven't seen him yet.

"Well bitch, you are finally relaxing. Boys strip down now."

All at once the men stop touching me. I become cold suddenly. All around me, men are stripping down to only what god gave them. Oh my god. My mind is rushing. I don't want this. This is too many people. I start to wiggle and squirm against my bindings again. As each man becomes naked he stands up next to the bed. Each man has a well endowed throbbing cock standing out over the bed. Looking at each cock, my eyes become bigger and brighter. I feel myself become wet. Whether I am here at someone else's pleasure or not, I have always wanted to have many cocks service me at once time. I blush. And close my eyes, to steady my heartbeat.

"Well, what to do we have here?" says the voice.

"The bitch, just blushed, are you enjoying this now you bitch in heat?"

I hear it flying through the air before it hits me, it is the sound of a riding crop. I am used to the sound, it is one of my masters favorite toys. It smacks me on the breast. I feel the welt raising. Again it hits on the same spot, the voice has wonderful aim. He hits the other breast a few times to make them even. Between the tears I try to look over my head to see what the voice looks like, but no chance. I am crying hard and he backed away from the headboard. 

My cunt is wet, I am turned on with all these cocks in front of my face. I can't help but hope that I get to taste at least one of them...

The man closest to my head on the right hand side, crawled the bed and straddles my face. Oh my god, I get to taste his thick beautiful cock. It is about 2 1/2 inches thick and 8 inches long. The crown stands out proudly, on top of a firm throbbing shaft. He looks me in the eye and I can tell he is moving it for me. I smile at him, and he winks. He rubs the head of his cock on my lips. I slowly flick my tongue out and make small licking motions over the tip, by the his slit. I wet my tongue a little more and run it over the head of his cock. His hands are on the headboard above me, and he dips his cock lower to my open waiting mouth...

I feel someone else get on the bed and the straddle my stomach. I feel the strings of a flogger run up and down the inside of my legs. It smacks against my wet lips, lightly but enough to make me twitch. The flogger keeps smacking my cunt leaving different degrees of heat running through me. Running down my legs and back to spanking my lips.

In the mean while I am trying to keep this beautiful cock in my mouth and suck him off. Not an easy feat. He got off of me before he came, winked at me. I was disappointed and it showed. I love the feel of a man blowing his load in me. Anywhere in me. It means that I have given him pleasure. The man spanking my cunt unmounted as well.

The voice laughed. Knowing he was cruel. "You look like you lost your candy little bitch."

I closed my mouth, and my eyes. I was feeling humiliated, just as he wanted me to..

Hands were on my breasts again. Rubbing and kneading them, pinching the nipples just hard enough to make me arch my back. Sensations are my turn on. The feel of fabrics, or skin on my skin. The way a feather just floats across the little hairs.

Someone's hand slowly, softly was stroking my hot spanked cunt. Fingers opened my lips up and forced my sensitive nub to open to them. I tried not to react, but flinch I did. The nerves shot like electricity through me. Another set of hands came across my legs and dipped into my wet slit. He slid a finger in deeply. Slowly he pulled out, and slid two in this time. He slowly finger fucked me, just to keep me aroused, but not to cum.

Clips were placed on my nipples and on my clit. I moaned, and the voice laughed.

I was so hot, so wet. Yet the finger fucking stopped suddenly.

I was untied and un-cuffed, but was told to turn myself over and sit like the bitch in heat I was. As my hair covered my face, I smiled and gladly got into position.

"Well look at that, our captive bitch, is now more than willing to be you boys' cum bucket. Have at her boys."

That scared me, so far no more than three had been on the bed with me. All seven men, with hard throbbing cocks got on the bed with me. My heart was racing, but my cunt was dripping... Without warning a thick cock slammed into that wet cunt, stretching me open more than I had ever been. When I cried out, a cock was shoved in my mouth, he started throat fucking me deeply. They both fucked me deep and hard, I had to concentrate not to choke. As I sucked the cock dry, I felt something cold on my asshole. The thick cock left my cunt, and plunged deep into my ass. I screamed, but he kept fucking me in a perfect rhythm. Just as I was starting to enjoy this thick cock in my ass he came, and withdrew.. He said that now I was ready for everyone else.

Two cocks down, five to go...

The boys laid me down and gave me water. They rubbed my arms and legs, knowing that they were hurting. I fingered a few cocks that floated near my hands, no one pulled away, and that made me smile. I was starting to feel sexy.

Someone greased up my breasts and fucked me that way while I licked the tip of his cock. His was thin and long, perfect for my thick fat tits. He came all over my face fairly quickly, and I licked him clean and then licked my fingers and face clean..He was smiling as he left the bed..

I was given more water. And someone took the clip off my nipples and my clit, that hurt... I moaned for a bit, and then I felt someone licking my clit, three tongues on me at once, what more can a girl ask for....

"Boys stop!!!" They voice shouts. "We don't want her to cum yet."

I beg quietly to them to please let me cum, but they do what the voice tells them and stop. I am breathing rapidly, I am so frustrated and ready to cum. Yet I am flipped over like a pancake and the voice whips me with a flogger against my back. Leaving welts on my shoulder blades. He beats my ass until it is red and hot, then goes back to my shoulders. I am crying, it is a sensation that I still don't understand. It hurts, but I enjoy it as well.

I am placed on my side, and two of the boys hold me. One in front one in back. The one in front wipes away my tears, and whispers to me how beautiful I am. He pulls me to him and holds me. The one in back, kisses my welts softly and blows on them. He whispers to me how strong I am. He pulls the both of us to him. Slowly the boys, become hard against me and I moan for them... "Please" I whisper to them.. The one in front rolls on his back and places me up on his cock. He pulls me down to him and kisses me... The boy that was behind me, slips in my still wet ass.

I am in shock. I have always wanted this, but was too afraid to try. Here it happened painlessly.... I am so filled. Can't move. The boys set the rhythm and I follow. I am rocked into a mental state that I have never know before. I have never been so high. Felt so sensual. The boys came in unison, and pulled out of me with a pop, just before I fell over the edge..

Again I was left without an orgasm.

I was exhausted, I was wet, I needed release though...

They gave me more water. And someone let me nap, while they held me.

I was awakened by a wonderful feeling. As I woke I realized that I was being spooned fucked. I loved it. Slow and erotic. Hands on my breasts. I opened my eyes and saw that the boys were watch us to. I didn't see the first man that stuck his cock in my mouth, and I looked over my shoulder and he winked at me. He started pumping faster, he finally pinned me to the bed and started to fuck me so deep, that it hurt me. I cried. I begged for him to stop. He didn't he just pulled my hair and told me to shut my bitch mouth. He looked at the last man and he came over and put his cock in my mouth. With my hair pulling my head back he had a nice angle to deep throat me. Tears in my eyes, gagging chronically, both men came and then shoved me away on the bed.

They all left the room. I felt so used. So worn down. I curled in a ball and just cried. Someone sat on the bed with me. I heard the voice ask if I was ok. I turned to yell at him what did he care, when my voice fail me. I was looking at my Master.