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Alternate Reality Ch. 01

By: LukeCoolhand



That's odd. 

The day had started just like any other day, but as I was walking to class, I heard a dull sound followed by a loud squeal just to the right of me. Having taught at the university for several years, I knew better than to pay attention to any unexpected noises on campus. However, this sound was different. It sounded like a dull, muffled pop that was loud in volume yet muted in tone. It certainly didn't sound like anything I had heard before, on campus or otherwise. In fact, it didn't sound like anything should sound like on Earth. I should know -- physics is my specialty.

The next odd thing I noticed was a neatly typed term paper flapping on the ground about in the light breeze. It was doubly strange because of the name on it... Venus is one of my best students. She is tall, tanned and slender... a real beauty with an hourglass figure to match. I have no doubt a huge number of guys have been chasing her shapely tail but she always seemed to be focused on her studies and not very interested in socializing.

She is always careful with her assignments, so finding one page of her paper flapping about was disconcerting, to say the least. My eyes turned to the direction from which it came, and I saw more papers flying towards me.

My curiosity piqued, I stepped off the brick path and waded into the bushes, following the trail of paper. What stopped me in my tracks was a bundle of clothes on the grass. They were clearly a woman's clothes, lying in such as way as to leave no doubt that their owner was now naked from the waist down. The waistband of the short skirt lay in a circle, within which I could see the gusset of the sheer white panties.

Now, I'm no pervert but the way I found the clothes set me thinking: it looked to me like she had stepped out of her underwear and skirt very suddenly... I could even make out the indentation her labia made on the gusset (it looked like she had really plump lower lips around a deep genital cleft). As I looked, the white cotton panties sagged onto the grass beneath, the beguiling shape disappearing before my very eyes. I hesitated, wondering if I should pick them up for a closer look, but was distracted by a sound further in the bushes. It sounded like a woman, squeaking while branches snapped and leaves rustled.

Cautiously, I made my way deeper into the brush. I was rewarded with the strangest sight I had seen in my life. Up to that point, at least. There was Venus, suspended in mid-air, her long hair and blouse in disarray. Of her lower half, I can only say I had a very odd view of it, since she seemed to be embedded in shimmering wall of some sort and her ass was facing me in a huge mirror image that was just behind her.

I should say that it was her naked ass I was gazing at, and in spite of the strange scene, I have to admit I began to get aroused. Her ass was white and round, the deep cleft of her hairless pussy peeking out from underneath the luscious globes. The mirror image was so large it felt as if I was just a couple of feet away from her quivering flesh. It hung in mid-air, a strange and sexy ass without the top half of an obviously curvaceous body. "Prof... I... what's happening?" she looked at me for answers. For once, I had no scientific answer to give her. I had heard rumours of such dimensional shifts occurring at random locations before, but they had always remained unproven fancies of weak and susceptible minds to me. Until now, that is.

Apparently, such shifts had happened with greater frequency in recent weeks, and a colleague even mentioned to me just the other day the theory that the Bermuda Triangle had shifted and a number of people had disappeared and remained unaccounted for because of such shifts. I made short work of his theory, of course... parapsychology is not even worth thinking about.

Now, it appeared I was confronted with proof of such dimensional shifts. My lovely student was stuck in one, and by some fortune (good or bad, it was difficult to tell), she was the first person to have been caught between the dimensions. I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say to her.

I shut up also because I noticed that something was happening to her butt. Because it was an image enlarged and reflected from a perspective directly behind her rear end, I had to say I had a front row seat to the drama that was to follow.

Something was parting the globes of her ass. It was doing it slowly, almost like a lover would have done, and exposing the tiny pink ring of her anus. I have no doubt she could feel what was going on at her ass from the look on her face. 

"Oh! I... uh... can you... umm..." she stuttered as her backside was lovingly spread by an entity I could not see. This was most unlike the confident Venus I was familiar with. Venus was a girl who didn't hesitate, either in answering or asking a question. "Please... umm... OH!"

I had the guilty pleasure of seeing her mouth mirror the 'O' formed by her anus as it was pried open by a cylindrical object. It was possibly conical in shape because her asshole appeared to be yawning wider with each second that passed.

"What's happening?" I asked, trying to hide my own arousal from the distressed girl while pretending that I was not a witness to her sodomy. "I... uh... nothing. It... feels... cold back there," she lied, perhaps too embarrassed to tell me the truth, that her ass was being deeply probed by some unknown entity. I watched as her back orifice stretched even wider, so much so I could look directly into it and see the pink walls of her rectum rippling in tandem with the motion of the invisible intruder. I wondered if she was telling the truth, that the thing penetrating her was cold.

"Can... you... umm... help... me?" she urged through gritted teeth. The experience of being fucked in the ass was probably a new one for her, and she was doing her best to maintain a calm tone. Venus was certainly a cool customer, not given to panic in the most difficult situations in class. Apparently, she was able to retain her composure even while she was being forcibly sodomized by something she could only feel.

"Sure, here, let me pull you out..." I grabbed her lower arms and pulled. Her flesh was smooth and soft... and suddenly goose-pimpled.

"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, and I could immediately see why. Something was pushing at her pussy, flattening her lips while spreading them apart and revealing the moist pink flesh in between. It looked like something was... licking at her privates, because of the movement of her labia -- it was pulsing, the fat lips opening and closing with alarming regularity. Her privates began gleaming with the juices flowing from deep inside, and I could see one droplet glistening on the end of her now erect clitoris. From the flush on her face and her panting, I knew she could feel it too.

Venus gamely tried to look calm even though I could feel her pulse racing. Good girl! The last thing I needed was hysterics. I tried harder to pull her out and away from whatever it was that was attacking her, and was successful only for a few moments. Whatever it was that was holding her in place seemed to react to the force of my pulling and the shimmering wall suddenly surged towards me before retreating. I was jerked forward by the sheer force of its reaction, noting that her blouse and bra had dropped to the floor between us in the meantime, leaving just her head and bare shoulders sticking out of that damned wall. She knew that I'd seen her bra and blouse drop and blushed a deeper red.

I pretended not to notice. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to be helping," I said. "Maybe I should go and get somebody..." 

"No! Please don't leave Prof..." I could see her eyes getting wet. Poor Venus was getting scared even as she was being incredibly aroused. The droplet had fallen from her twitching clit, only to be replaced by a much larger one. I watched it tremble and drip as she shivered, perhaps in fear, or perhaps in excitement. The flow of lubricant from her reddening slit seemed to be increasing. Just beyond that, I saw her naked breasts heaving as she gasped and panted.

"But it doesn't look like I can do anything!" I protested, releasing my hold on her arms. She responded by grabbing me, her fingers digging deep into my upper arms. She was shuddering by now, perhaps in anticipation of what she knew would happen next.

I admit I was fascinated by the sight before me: her asshole opening ever wider while the gentle lapping at her vulva ceased, quickly replaced by something that seemed to be probing into her genital cleft.

"Oh! Oh! I... It's... It's going..." she gasped as the probe moved ever closer to her helpless vagina. "It's going innnnn!" she squealed as I watched her orifice open like a blooming flower. It didn't look like anything she couldn't handle, at least not at the beginning, but given the way her asshole was being stretched so, I wasn't sure the same thing wouldn't happen to her pussy too. A tear leaked from the corner of her right eye.

That was the moment when I made the decision. Whether it was a good or poor decision is still open to debate, I suppose, but I rationalized it thus: since pulling wasn't helping, perhaps pushing would. I had no idea how it would turn out, and reasoned that the dimensional shift could either push her out in response to the force I was exerting (which would mean I would have a very naked Venus in my hands afterwards), or it could swallow us both. Either way, I had to try... Poor Venus was clearly in distress at being double penetrated by some unknown entity behind her.

Her eyes widened and she screamed as I pushed her back onto the thing probing her ass and pussy. I had one last exciting look at her plump vulva bulging, the lips opening even wider as more of the thing pushed into her. Then everything seemed to shift in a kaleidoscope of colour which quickly swirled into a deep dark pink drainhole.

I found myself holding on to a very naked Venus in a cavern of some sort while some strange plant-like organism plundered her ass. The mirror had disappeared, so all I could see were her heaving breasts, her pink nipples hard and moving in quick tandem to her breathing. Of her ravished ass, I could only see the thick greenish vine reaching up from the ground to somewhere between her ass cheeks.

Apparently, there is a slight time lag between the dimensions, because one of the first things I noticed after I realized I was similarly naked was that there was a rather large knob-like extension reaching out for her pussy. Perhaps the earlier sensation of being raped by the huge knob was still on her mind as she gasped and stood still, unaware that in this alternate reality, she was yet to be penetrated. The thing was getting very close to her snug cleft.

"Hey! Venus! Snap out of it!" I yelled at her and pulled her towards me, and away from the thing aimed at her pussy. Thankfully, the creature aiming to plant itself into her did not seem to offer much resistance. 

The matter of its 'anchor' in her ass (we worked out its purpose later) was another matter. That I was able to pull her away so easily also meant that it was highly likely that it would break off while it was still inside her, and there was no way I could tell what the effect of leaving that alien object deep in her ass would be.

Poor Venus was still a little out of it, so I took the course of action I thought was best. I pushed her onto her hands and knees, spread her lovely ass with my hands and began to slowly pull the object out with my right hand while my left held her cheeks apart. The funky smell of her asshole filled my nostrils as I drew it out, marveling at the size of it. I couldn't believe that the tiny bud of her anus had managed to stretch to swallow such a huge object into her butt. It was not streaked with brown, and in fact looked spotted with pores, which I suspected was used to absorb whatever it could from her body. It wasn't too particular about absorbing shit, apparently.

My cock was still erect, and to be honest, just seeing her anal ring pout and push outwards as the alien object slid out of her made me so hard it was almost painful. As the thin tip of the thing finally popped out and her anus snapped gratefully shut after it, I heard her breathe a huge sigh. I was relieved... at least I wouldn't have to deal with a catatonic beauty in the strange new world I had put myself into.

"Prof... I... umm... we're not... I mean, our clothes," she began, after the few moments she had taken to gather her wits about her passed. 

I think I must have been a little dazed too. I mean, this had started out as a normal day -- I had had breakfast in the little room I had called home for the last four years, got together my prepared materials for the day's classes, and left for the university. I took the same path I'd regularly taken through campus, never suspecting for one moment that I would end up naked in some strange cave, pulling an alien object from out of the asshole of one of my sexiest students. It was an odd day, indeed, and it looked like it would only get stranger.

I couldn't think of any appropriate response to her statement, other than to state the obvious: "It appears that we've stepped into another dimension altogether, Venus. And left our clothes behind." As I said that, I was frantically looking around for something, anything with which to cover my raging erection. I was almost certain she would have noticed it anyway, but I felt exposed and embarrassed at being naked in front of my student, even while I enjoyed looking at her nude body.

"No, Prof, I mean, your... umm..." she responded, and I realized that in my hurry to remove the offending alien prong from her rectum, I had bent over her, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum on her back. Worse, my cock was still prodding at her waist and I had not thought to remove my left hand from between the globes of her ass. 

Headlines of "Physics professor jailed for molesting student" flashed in my mind before I remembered that I was not in the same place I was in when I left the flat in the morning. In fact, it was highly likely that I would never be charged in court for any such transgression ever.

"Professor? Umm... can you..?" she spoke again, and I quickly straightened up, ignoring the way my cock was standing out at right angles to my body. It was embarrassing, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Like getting dressed, and getting out of here.

The problem was, we were clearly not in a cavern on any part of the Earth. The walls seemed to have the texture of flesh, and the only "plants" I could see were waving their tendrils somewhat threateningly. I couldn't tell if they were all intent on the same purpose, and something told me I didn't want to find out.

"Sorry... tell you what, Venus... this isn't the classroom, so you can just call me Mike," I offered.

"OK Pr... erm, Mike," she said, making sure her hands covered her genitals and breasts as she stood up and shook her hair out. She was really a lovely specimen, her skin smooth and tanned except for parts covered by a bikini. "I... umm... can you not...umm look at me?" she continued, blushing once more while her large brown eyes pleaded with me.

"Sure," I said brightly, trying to sound cheerful. "I think the first thing we should consider is how we can get out of here though. Let's keep focused on that." I looked steadily into her eyes, fighting against a very strong urge to look down.

"Right," she smiled. Her hands still clasped her breasts and pussy tightly and I didn't have the heart to tell her just how closely I had managed to observe the secrets she was desperately trying to hide from my gaze. Then again, going by the size and endurance of my erection, perhaps she knew anyway, but chose to ignore the fact.

Venus is that sort of girl: a good brain to go with that great body, and always focused on the task at hand. Mentally, she is probably stronger than many guys her age.

"Maybe you can tell me what happened, for starters," I suggested. "Maybe we'll be able to work out how to get out of here by finding out how we got here in the first place."

"Well, there's not much to say, really," she said. "I was just walking to class when I dropped my file with my papers. As I bent down to pick them up, I heard this dull pop right next to me. Next thing I know, I'm stuck and unable to move. When I looked back I couldn't even see my... legs." I nodded, adding that I'd found her papers and that was what had led me to her. Of course, I omitted the part about finding her panties and skirt on the grass. The poor girl was embarrassed enough as it was.

"I couldn't even feel the ground under my feet," she continued. "It was like my bottom half was hanging somewhere in mid-air. It felt cold though." Venus shivered as she recounted her feelings and I had to quell an urge to hug her.

"What else did you feel?" I asked, partly because I thought the information might be useful, and partly because I wanted her to recount what had happened to her private parts while she was suspended between dimensions.

"I... umm... I felt... something... playing... umm... attacking me," she blushed fetchingly. It was obvious the memory was still fresh in her mind, and she wasn't that comfortable describing it to me.

"Attacking you?" I asked. "How? How did that thing end up in you?"

I immediately regretted the question as her soft brown eyes darkened with shame. She knew she couldn't get away with vague descriptions... not after I'd just pulled a rather impressive alien prong from her ass. "I... it umm... I don't know. I couldn't see anything behind me. I only... felt it... when it started to umm... penetrate me."

"When did that happen?" I asked, the strange situation making me feel reckless. I felt bad for her, but I did also want to know how it had felt for her. "Did it happen after we got in here?"

"No... it... it went in while... while I was talking... to you," her blush deepened. "It hurt, but I didn't... didn't want to say anything to you. I was embarrassed."

"So, is that all that happened while you were stuck between dimensions?" I asked relentlessly. "Tell me the truth, Venus, because it could make a difference here."

"N...no, that... that wasn't all," she continued, and looked away. I felt like a cad for asking her to describe her rape, but I wanted her to remember the incident instead of shoving it into a corner of her mind. You never knew when such buried memories would come back to haunt you. "It... then it... it started playing with... my... my... and then I felt something penetrating my, umm... me in... in front."

"So it raped you as well?"

"Yeah... yes, it did," she replied, tears suddenly appearing at the corners of her eyes. "It seemed... seemed to be... testing or... probing for my... umm... and pushed inside when it found..."

"I'm sorry, Venus," I apologized. I was sincerely sorry for the poor girl, but I was trying to help her to work out that she had not been raped because of the time difference, even though her memory of the event was vivid. "I don't mean to make you upset, but the truth is, well..."

She had turned away, her breasts heaving as she sobbed. "You don't... you can't... understand. That was... my first time..."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her back to face me. "Venus, look at me," I ordered, and was pleased to see she retained enough of her wits to comply. "Think about it. If that was true, why did I only have to pull that thing out of your ass? There was nothing at all in your pussy."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "But... I remember... when you pushed me... it... it felt like a huge... pole was being forced into my... umm... vagina. It was so big, I thought I would split..."

"Think again, Venus," I appealed to her logic. "If that really happened, don't you think I would have had to remove something from your pussy as well?"


Alternate Reality Ch. 01



"The truth is, I had no choice," I continued, certain I now had her attention. "I thought it was worth a shot because it didn't seem likely I would be able to pull you out. Luckily, it appears there is a time lag between Earth and this dimension. So while you were raped while you were on Earth, you hadn't yet when we got here. That means you haven't really been raped."

"I... how can... hey, that means... you knew! You knew what was happening to me!" her eyes flashed furiously. The girl was smart as she was lovely, and anger only made her more comely. "You bastard! You could see! You saw!"

I spent the next few minutes explaining what had happened and why she should forget about trying to preserve modesty when in fact, I had already become closely acquainted with her private parts. 

"I still think it's a lousy thing to do," she pouted while she pondered on what I'd told her. I could always tell when she was thinking because of the way she looked. "You forced me onto the damned thing without knowing what the consequences were. You could've hurt me, Mike! That thing was huge! I was really stretched inside!"

"I know, but there was nothing else I could do," I replied, keeping the same even tone I used during tutorials and when dealing with angry young women. "Pulling you out was not an option. What else could I have done?"

"I don't know," she replied. "You just shouldn't... you don't know... it was... horrible. I've never... never..." Her voice trailed off.

"You've never been fucked before? Are you trying to say you're still a virgin?"

She nodded, looking embarrassed. "It... umm... can we change the subject?"

"OK, sorry about that," I replied, noting that her hands had fallen to her sides after I'd explained what I'd seen. She has nice breasts, round and perky, not saggy in the least. I think they would be at least a C-cup size. Her nipples are a delicious shade of pink too, not too long or large... they are the kind that makes you want to suck on them just to see them pucker and become hard. Her waist flares out to nicely rounded hips and her pussy... although I'd had as close-up a look at her vulva as a gynecologist would, it was different looking at the virtually hairless cleft while she was standing in front of me. I can't say it helped my own condition much, but I was pleased that my earlier supposition (when I'd first seen her panties lying on the ground) was correct -- her lower lips were thick around a deep slit. It looked like a juicy peach.

I think my cock must have reacted while I looked because she blushed again, and her hands fluttered at her sides. The thought of covering up must have occurred to her again, but like I said, Venus is a smart girl. She knew there was no way she would be able to adequately cover herself while we were in this predicament, so she had to get used to me looking at her nude body.

Just like I had to get used to walking around with a huge hard-on. Trust me, it's not as easy as it sounds. When it gets that hard, it's kind of heavy, and my balls ache. It took a lot of effort to tear my eyes from her naked body, but I managed it eventually. I think I saw a little light of gratitude shine in Venus' eyes as I looked into them, then turned to scan our surroundings.

Although I described it as a cavern, it really wasn't one, not in the sense of the word that we are familiar with here on Earth. It was an enclosed area, complete with walls that seemed to be gently undulating, and strangely, there was enough light in there for us to see, even though we could not see any light source.

That pretty much summed up our problem, you see. If you're stuck in a cave, all you need to do is to find out where the light is coming from, make your way there, and soon you'll be out in the open. The light in the other dimension is even, with no graduation in intensity in any direction. Simply put, there was no way we could tell which direction we should head for. Given the relatively bare state of the walls and floor, we would also be unable to tell if we were walking in circles, to be honest.

The floor isn't completely even and flat, and when we took our first looks around, we didn't see any rocks, stones or pebbles. The only living things we could see at that point were the creatures, or plants, or whatever they were. I call them plants not because they were green or had leaves -- I can't accurately describe their colour and as to their physiology, I can only say they had tendrils or tentacles -- but because they did seem to be fixed in place... a fact for which and we were mighty glad, because it meant there was no likelihood of attacks by roving aliens. Or so we thought.

That was why Venus thought nothing of taking a pee after we had been walking for some time. We had set off without any clear idea of what to do... we figured that we were more likely to get ideas if we got a better overview of the place we had found ourselves in, so we just started walking. We made sure we steered clear of the alien creatures dotting the landscape, of course, and occasionally came across bare patches of ground.

As we reached another rather large empty area, she suddenly turned to me and said: "Mike, why don't you go ahead a bit? And don't look back."

"Why?" I was caught by surprise by her request. 

"I... because I need to pee, ok? And I don't want you looking, you pervert!" her eyes flashed and I thought that just maybe, she was kidding. But there was a determined look in her eyes that I thought I should not ignore. I had no way of knowing whether she was still pissed about me having seen her genitals being unceremoniously probed by the alien back there, and I didn't want to take a chance on keeping her angry while we were in this situation. Like it or not, we were in it together.

"OK, OK! Off I go," I replied, turning and walking away. I don't have any fetish about watching women peeing anyway, so it was no big deal to me. I heard her moving to one side and felt her eyes on my back as I walked.

You know, you really can't get any impression of the passage of time when you're in a place where you have virtually no points of reference? You can't tell just how long you've been walking when everything around you looks the same. I have to say I didn't have a clue how long I'd been walking on my own when it occurred to me that Venus was taking way too long to pee, considering she had no clothes to shuck off or put back on. I tried to ignore the nagging worry in my mind and took a few more steps forward, sure that she would suddenly appear at my side, but when she didn't, I decided to take a chance and turned to look for her.

She was still there, squatting near one of the walls, her eyes staring. I was embarrassed at having been caught, but then I realized that I no longer heard the hissing of her pee... and that her eyes were a little larger than usual. It seemed like she was no longer looking at me, she was just... staring into the distance.

"Shit! Venus!" I called out to her as I hurried back to where she was squatting. I was just in time too. I couldn't see the thing in her ass until I got nearer, but I did see something round and dark reaching up towards her cleft. It looked like a discoloured tennis ball had risen up from the ground to press up against her helpless pussy.

When I reached her, it was insinuating itself into her labial folds, seeking a way in. Her mouth was slightly open, her breathing ragged. She appeared to be dazed or drugged or something, and did not respond even when I saw her plump pussy lips yawn widely as the ball-like alien found her hole and pressed upwards.

"Venus! Hey!" I yelled at her and pulled her up from her squat. I heard a tearing sound, followed by a soft squeal that seemed to be coming from her ass, and saw a ragged tendril sinking quickly back into the ground. The alien ball, thwarted from its purpose, shook and quickly disappeared too, but not before I noted how wet its surface was. Apparently, it had played with Venus' pussy long enough to make her very wet.

That squeal, and her continued catatonia concerned me more, though. It must have attacked her while she squatted to pee, and shoved an anchor into her ass to keep her in place so it could rape her properly. I pulled her towards a more central part of the space, turned her around, and dropped to my knees to examine her ass.

OK, I'll admit it. The combined smells of fresh pussy juice and funky ass were arousing as hell, but I kept my focus. I had to remove the thing inside her backside. The thing was, I could not see it at all. When I parted the globes of her ass, all I saw was a sweet and demurely pursed anus. Not a trace of alien tendril hanging out anywhere.

I didn't know how if the alien thing in her butt was still alive, and if it was, how it would react, but I had to do something. She would be a burden if she remained unresponsive, and I needed her to be an active participant if we were to get out of here alive. Cursing our bad luck, I used the fingers of my left hand to stretch and open her anus while sliding my right index finger into her rectum.

Venus' back passage was smooth and tight -- I could feel the walls clutching at my finger while I rooted about in there -- and it took me a while to find the tail of the damned thing inside her. When I found it, I sank a second finger into her asshole, grateful for her unresponsiveness. She probably couldn't feel a thing, I thought as I gripped the tail and pulled out the thin, tapering prong that had been swallowed by her ass.

I found out pretty quickly that she had been very aware of what had been going on. Just a few moments after I removed the alien object (and my fingers) from her ass, Venus came round and gave me a slap on the face.

"That's for sticking your fingers in my ass!" she cried. Then she broke down and cried. I said nothing. There was nothing to say, and I knew that she needed to vent. It's not like she was used to having aliens probe her ass and threaten to rape her everyday... and she had already had the experience twice today.

She stopped crying after a short while. "I'm sorry Pr... Mike," she said, wiping her tears. "I... It's not everyday that I get... fucked in the ass, never mind having some... plant alien thing try to... to rape me. I just needed to..." I wanted to wipe her tears and hug her, but reminded myself that I was still her professor. There was still decorum to be maintained, even while we were in such a strange situation.

"It's ok, Venus," I said gently. "I understand. This is not a common situation we're in."

"Yeah," she sniffed. "It's just so... weird, being here and... and... naked, with you. And no one else..."

"Would you prefer to have been stuck here with someone else then?" I teased her and smiled.

"NO! No... of course not... I didn't mean that... I mean..." she stammered. "You're a bastard, you know. You know I didn't mean it that way."

I laughed. "Of course I do. Like I said, this is as weird for me as it is for you."

"You don't know the half of it," she responded. "You're not the one who's had to put up with... with having things shoved into your backside willy-nilly while some... some alien tries to rape you..."

"Granted, I can't say I've had that experience," I said. "I don't know that I'd want to find out what it feels like to have things shoved willy-nilly into my asshole, if that's what you mean."

"You..." her voice trailed off and she burst into laughter. The mood had broken, and Venus... strong, independent Venus... was back to her old self. "You really are a bastard you know."

"Well, I do happen to know who my father was," was my smiling response, and she laughed again.

I was relieved she was back to her old self. "Tell me what happened," I said, and she shot me a look. "Why, so you can get off on it?" she smiled back at me. "No, so we can make sure it doesn't happen again," was my calm reply.

"Well, after you started walking away, I went towards the wall for some privacy. I guess didn't really check the ground for any of those alien things," she said. "I think I was too focused on making sure you weren't trying to look at me."

"Why would you think that?" I summoned my best wounded look. "Do you honestly think I'd get off on watching you pee?"

"I don't know," she responded. "I think... I think it's so weird being naked here and I'm... I'm not used to it, I guess."

"Anyway, I kept looking at your back as I squatted down to pee. I thought you were a real gentleman about keeping your word and not looking back." She reached forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. My cock bounced in response. The girl was really making it very difficult for me.

"I don't really know what was happening down below," she continued, her eyes dancing. It was clear she was enjoying the discomfort she was causing me. "Then I felt something slip into my asshole and thought, 'not again!'

"I tried to get up but found that I couldn't. I thought it was that thing in my backside that held me down, but when I tried to call out to you and couldn't, I realized it had some sort of drug in it that paralysed me."

She stopped, her eyes semi-closing at the memory. "You know what's the worst feeling in the world, Pro... Mike? It's the feeling that you're helpless and unable to do anything. All you can do is wait and feel what's going to happen to you next.

"I couldn't even move my eyes, so I couldn't look down," she looked at me again, her eyes full of... Sorrow? Pain? Gratitude? It was hard to say. "All I could see was what was coming towards me up to a few feet away. And your back, moving further and further away from me."

Venus wiped a tear from her eye. She was still a little affected by what had happened. "I know," I offered, trying to break her mood. "When I realized you were taking a little longer than you should, I looked back and saw you staring in the distance."

"Yeah, I couldn't do anything," she continued. "It... it was horrible. There were these rope... tentacle-like things coming towards me. I could feel them playing with my... with my clit... it was... arousing and scary because... because I knew what was coming next.

"Then I saw that... that thing coming towards me... it was HUGE... I didn't think... I could take it... it's even bigger than your... than your..."

"My cock? Yeah, it looked like a tennis ball," I said. "I saw it as I approached. I wondered if your pussy could take something that size into you."

"I was sure I couldn't," she said, her eyes dropping to the floor again. She was still a little embarrassed by the entire situation, I think. "I... it was pressing up against... against my... my pussy. I think it... it must have been some sort of drug on it, because I... I felt my pussy... relax and... and open."

"Well, I was kind of surprised when I saw it pushing in," I admitted. "At first, I thought it was just on the outside, but when half of it disappeared..."

"Yeah, umm... it kind of... got in part way before you... you pulled me off it. What kind of place is this anyway? Why is everything here so intent on plugging my ass and shoving things into my pussy?"

"Maybe it's because you're a virgin," I volunteered. "We're in alien land, only virgin is accepted here."

She laughed. "You're really an asshole, Mike. OK, let's get back to our mission: How do we get out of here?"

"I still haven't come up with the answer to that one yet," I replied. "But you know, something's just occurred to me... we can't be the only ones who are here because the rumours have it that a number of people have gone missing since these dimensional shifts started. Of course, it is possible that we could have ended up in completely different dimensions, but it's also equally likely that there were others who were caught in the same dimensional shift at the same time... which means that logically, there would be others here who were on campus when the shift happened."

"That's right!" she said excitedly. "We should go look for them. The more people we can get together, the better our chances!"

Almost as if in response, we heard a high pitched scream in the distance.



Alternate Reality Ch. 02



Venus and I began running in the direction of that scream. It was not a long drawn out screech, but rather a quick loud sound that dissipated as soon it was uttered. Because it was so brief, we could only guess at its general direction, but that we seemed to be in agreement about where it had come from gave us hope that we were headed towards it.

I think it was while I was running that I realized there appeared to be some sort of path through the whole place, and also, that the cavern was separated into distinct areas. The area we had left had been populated by a sporadic number of alien creatures. We soon found ourselves running into a different area, where the 'vegetation' was a lot lusher.

I use the term 'vegetation' loosely here, and I had no doubt that the alien creatures here were no less threatening to Venus' virginity, given their physiology: Long thick stems topped by large pink bulbs; tendrils of different lengths and widths coiling and uncoiling as we ran past.

I tried to keep Venus running on the centre of the path because I didn't want her to be grabbed by one of these creatures. By then, I could already see what it was these things did to young women.

Just ahead, we saw Angie, the young helper at the canteen I regularly went to. Angie is the opposite of Venus: Small and slender, with slim hips and fair skin, and hair cut into a short bob, she was really quite a cutie and rather popular with the boys on campus... as well as the older men working in that same canteen. She usually wore a tee-shirt and shorts, along with a white cap and a cheerful smile.

Not even that smile was present on her when we finally got close enough to see what was going on. From a distance, all I saw was a white, wildly twisting body, seemingly entangled in a web of some sort. She was struggling so much I couldn't even tell which were her legs and arms.

As we drew nearer, the picture grew clearer. Angie had become entangled in one of those massive plants, her limbs held apart by thick tendrils. Apparently, she had already been 'anchored', because I could see a tendril as thick as my arm embedded in her ass. The alien had also been taking liberties with the nubile young girl -- her pink vulva was glistening with juices -- but that was not what stopped us both short.

As we got nearer, we saw her body being lifted so that she was held horizontal to the ground. To our horror, the alien plant began drawing her legs further and further apart, exposing her privates to our eyes. Then, as her labia slipped apart to reveal her wet hole, the oversized bulb lurking just below her vagina plunge right in.

Angie jerked as if she had been shocked. I could see her thigh muscles strain to close her legs to prevent the alien penetration, but it was all futile. Venus gasped as she watched the girl's pussy spread wide and slide shut behind the bulb that was pushing into her trembling body. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, and stopped in her tracks. Perhaps the memories of her recent escapes from alien rape were still haunting her.

I was unburdened by such concerns, so I continued moving towards poor Angie. It looked like the thing had fully distended her sheath -- I could see her flat stomach rippling with the movement of that bulb deep within. Then I saw her white thighs shivering as if electric currents were running through her, and realized that she was coming. As if to confirm my assumption, copious amounts of liquid began flowing out from around the stem protruding into her pussy.

I stopped for a moment when I was just a few feet away from her bulging vulva, wondering if the damage had already been done. Should I try to save Angie and risk Venus' and my safety? Or should we just continue on our way and try to ignore the weakening struggles of the girl being fucked by the alien creature?

Venus seemed to read my mind when she called out "What are you waiting for? Help her, Mike!"

With that encouragement, I waded into the plant, hoping that it did not have similar designs on males of my species. There were a few uncomfortable moments when some of the tendrils ran up my legs, but they seemed to be greatly discouraged when they touched my balls and fell away instantly. Really, though... they were feathery and soft, and didn't help my raging erection at all.

When I reached poor Angie's body, the thing had been inside her for some amount of time, and because I couldn't see her face, I couldn't tell what her reaction was. Reasoning that her scream and the struggles we saw were good enough as evidence of her unwillingness to participate in this congress, I decided to pull the thing in her ass out first. 

I don't know why I decided that way... maybe I felt that what went in first should come out first. Anyway, I yanked that sucker out, noting how her asshole was clutching tightly at it as it slipped out. Apparently, her orgasms were still going on. Having the plug in her butt removed seemed to galvanise Angie though, and she began struggling with renewed vigour. "Help! Help me!" she screamed. Obviously, this plant did not paralyse its victims. "Please... help!"

At that point, I heard Venus yelling behind me. "Stop! Don't! Stop that! Mike!" It didn't occur to me to question why she would ask me to stop doing what I was doing when she was encouraging me earlier, but it made me hesitate enough for me to see two lumps sliding quickly up the stem, and push past Angie's helpless vulva into her body.

"Shit! I can't stand by and watch this," I thought to myself, and reached out to pull the intruding prong out of Angie's pussy. I didn't know why Venus had wanted me to stop, but I couldn't just let this go on. Not with this poor young woman begging for help right in front of me. As I pulled it out, I noted the extent to which Angie's reddened vulva lips had to stretch just to let it out. The girl was certainly able to take it.

It was so big I wasn't surprised to hear her gasp as the widest part of the bulb passed out of her, leaving a gaping hole that quickly recovered and disappeared behind a once-more demure pussy. It was a nice one too... Angie's pussy, I mean... not too hairy and an 'inny', just like Venus' -- not for me the thick pouty inner labia that some women have.

But I digress. As I pulled the bulb out of her, there was a deluge of vaginal fluid that exploded out of Angie, hitting me on the chest. I think she must have felt the sudden emptiness down between her legs because she started struggling even more. Her legs were flailing even more wildly and I was almost kicked a couple of times before I managed to grab on to the vines holding her legs and pull them off. The white flesh of her thighs was soft and smooth, almost creamy to touch, and I can't say I didn't enjoy holding on to her thighs as I pulled her towards me, away from her alien attacker.

I was finally able to pull her out of the mass of tendrils to safety in the middle of the rough path Venus was on. I say 'was' because Venus was no longer on it. Apparently, she had called out to me for help for herself and the scream to 'stop' was not directed at me, but at the alien currently attacking her.

OK, this one was quite different from the previous aliens that had attempted to take advantage of her. This alien had several fist-sized bulbs surrounded by needles on the ends of some very long tentacles. It just simply looked nasty, and it had my Venus in the grasp of its many smaller tentacles.

At that point, I was already a little winded... the fight with the alien that had been fucking Angie in the ass and pussy had taken quite a bit out of me, and I didn't know if I had the strength to get Venus away from her attacker. To her credit, she appeared to have put up a good fight, for it was only as I was panting on all fours, trying to catch my breath that I saw what the alien meant for her.

Turning her around, the plant thrust out its largest bulb, which extended its needles. I watched as her buttocks were pulled apart and the needles inserted into the flesh around her anus. She yelled, struggling harder to break away from it, but the plant was relentless. The needles spread outwards, pushing her anus apart and opening her up in preparation for penetration. Once more, I got to see Venus' cute pink anus yawning wide. Her ring was twitching in a vain attempt to hold keep her rectum safe, but her ass muscles were no match for the alien and its needles.

I felt rather than saw Angie suddenly throw herself forward, reaching for the probe intended for Venus' rectum. That action stirred me into motion, and I jumped towards the plant, trying to pull its prong away from the gaping maw of Venus' asshole.

For the first time today, raw strength didn't work. I don't know if I was tired or if I was simply too weak, but the needles stayed embedded in groove of her ass and all I achieved was a close-up view as the bulb began penetrating her back passage.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Venus screamed. "Why is this always happening to me?" I tried again, but to no avail. About a quarter of the huge bulb was protruding into her, and the pressure was such that her pink anal ring was disappearing into the pale flesh of her buttocks. "Ahhh! It's going in! Stop it! Mike!" she screamed.

I couldn't see what Angie was doing at that point, and to be honest, I didn't really care. Venus was about to be sodomised by the largest knob we'd seen in this crazy place, and I wasn't sure I would be able to get this one out, once it got all the way in.

I pulled at it again, but there was absolutely no give at all. This was not an easy fight, like the others had been. This alien was nasty, and it meant business. By this time, Venus' ass had swallowed almost half of the thing into her rectum, and it looked like she might tear in half as the widest part began pressing inwards. "Ooooh! Oh! Mike! Stop it! Please! It... it's too big... I can't... can't take it..." she gasped. Her thighs were trembling, perhaps from the strain, and her anal ring... well, it looked like it had opened up wide enough for me to put a grapefruit through.

I decided to try another tactic to save Venus from being ass-raped again. Reaching down, I pulled at the creature, threatening to pull it up by the roots. Again, I can't really explain why I did so... I think my reasoning then was that if they were indeed plant-like in nature, they would not appreciate being uprooted.

My hypothesis turned out to be correct. The alien creature quickly withdrew from her ass and released its hold on her. Venus fell backwards onto me, and Angie sagged against me too. It was only then that I realized that the plant had had a better range of weapons then most of the other creatures we had come across thus far. As they leaned on me, I saw long thin needles retract from the nipples of both girls, and realized that their breasts had grown significantly from this encounter.

I can't say it was as noticeable on Venus as it was on Angie. You see, Angie was small-sized in every department, including her breasts. After the 'needle treatment' given by the alien, her breasts had grown from a teacup-sized A to a much more impressive C. Venus, after closer examination, had grown to possibly an E or F. Since there wasn't any scale to measure them against, it was kind of hard to tell. Suffice to say, they were rather more impressive after the alien's needle treatment.

The girls told me later that they had not realized their nipples were being pierced until they felt something cold being pumped into their breasts, so focused were they on fighting the alien creature. Idly, I wondered what the alien's purpose was, in pumping up their breasts. I didn't bring it up though, because I didn't want the girls to worry... Instead, I asked Angie if she hadn't been concerned about her own safety when she went to Venus' aid.

Angie admitted that she had fought the alien even though she knew a similar fate awaited her if she succumbed. I hadn't noticed it then, but she told me that it had managed to slip one of its buds into the groove of her buttocks, spread them, then plant the needles and spread her asshole for penetration. The alien had only managed to get the tip of its bulb into her anus when I finally managed to stop it from carrying out its evil intentions.

For Venus, the experience was apparently less traumatizing than her previous encounters. Or perhaps she was happy that she had found someone else who had shared the same (or worse) experience. She was able to describe how she had stepped back to watch me fight my way to free Angie, and had inadvertently stepped into the clutches of the alien. She had yelled when she realized that she was in danger but had not wanted me to stop helping Angie... it was just her way of letting me know she needed help.

Both girls compared notes on the relatively painless nature of their anal experiences while acknowledging the sheer size of the intruding probes would likely have hurt a great deal under more normal circumstances. And Angie had blushed while she described how the alien's intrusion into her ass and private parts had caused her more pleasure than discomfort after a while.

We finally got Angie to tell us the story of how she had got into this dimension. She said she had turned up for work at the canteen as usual at 8.30 in the morning and had just gotten herself a nice cup of tea to start the day when she suddenly found herself standing stark naked in a cavern. There had been others with her -- the canteen had been open and running, although the number of customers had not been high -- and the first thing everyone had done was scream and try to find something to hide their privates from view. When they had realized that they were no longer in familiar surroundings and that there was nary a leaf or piece of paper in sight to hide their parts behind, the men had suddenly decided that it was to their advantage to have naked girls about, and had set about trying to catch hold of them.

Poor Angie had had to run away from the attentions of the old man who sold her the tea -- he had told her he had fancied her for some time and often fantasized about what she looked like naked and how she would love it when he fucked her -- and she had left the pandemonium behind as she sped off. 

She hadn't had to run very far (he was too old to keep up with her), and when she finally sneaked back for a look at what had happened to the rest, she had been horrified. Some of the girls were being raped and sodomised by the alien creatures, while the men remained unmolested. The men had taken advantage of this by offering the girls safety in their midst, but only if the girls agreed to have sex with them. The old man was one of several men in this group, and she could see the disgust on their faces even as the girls agreed -- obviously having sex with an old fart was still better than being fucked by an alien.

Angie admitted that she had considered joining the group but felt that she would prefer to be free and take her chances with the aliens than be a sex slave to a group of men. She had set off in no particular direction -- she wanted to be as far away from that group as possible -- and ended up here, where she had carelessly moved too close to the plant and gotten entangled by its tendrils. She had screamed when it first attacked her, then she had decided to save her strength for her struggles as the fight for freedom had intensified. She hadn't even known we were nearby, nor that I was trying to help her, until she felt the thing in her ass fall out of her.

As she finished her story, she made no mention of the two lumps that I'd seen pass into her body. I thought it best not to remind her, and assumed that they had fallen out of her when she had been released by the plant. After all, I know that the vagina is a muscular tube that does little to keep things inside without support, unless and until its owner decides otherwise. There was no way they would've remained inside her without her wanting them to be.

Venus was looking at Angie, her big brown eyes shining with concern. She told me later that she felt for her, for having actually been raped and sodomised by the alien creature and having lived through the experience. She was also touched by Angie's non-hesitation in jumping in to help her, in spite of the danger and the fact that she had only recently been an unwilling sex partner to an alien creature.

For her part, I thought Angie was just as tough and brave as Venus, although they were as unlike each other physically as I was from any of the alien plants. Each girl had plenty of heart and was smart. It helped too that both were really pleasant to look at, and that they had only recently had their chest sizes enhanced. The women joked that they now looked like schoolboy caricatures with their larger breasts, but truth be told, I'll probably not see too many large breasted women with boobs as perky as theirs.

Then I started telling Angie my story about finding Venus and led into my theory about how this place was another dimension altogether. I left out the part where I'd pushed Venus onto the alien to get into this alternate reality, and just skimmed over how Venus had been attacked while peeing, for which I could see Venus was pretty grateful.

Angie was relieved to have at least some sort of explanation for what had happened, and thanked us again for coming to her aid. "I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't come along," she said. "It could've been worse... that lot of perverts could have come along instead!" They would have probably waited for their turn at her, she opined.

All this storytelling had been conducted on the same narrow path where we had collapsed on after our battles with the aliens. Although the plants waved their tendrils threateningly at us, we seemed to be at a safe enough distance from them, for there to be almost no chance of either girl falling into the clutches of the alien creatures once again.

After we had rested enough, Venus suggested that we get up and try to find a place to rest. It was clear that we needed it... my legs were rubbery and the girls moved like old women as they got to their feet. We agreed that we should look for an area that was clear of any sort of lifeform, and that we would take turns keeping watch while the others tried to rest. This was an alien world, after all, and there was no way we could ever anticipate what could happen next.

Honestly, I was really glad when we finally found the kind of spot we were looking for after several minutes of walking. I say minutes because that was how long it felt like, even though we no longer had any time reference. We were careful to keep on the clear path that seemed to run through the area and were thrilled when Venus spotted a clearing where she thought we could rest.

We inspected the area carefully. The ground was clean and bare of any sign of life. Venus agreed to squat over the spot we would be sleeping on, just in case there was some alien lurking underground, but there was no reaction at all, even though her delicious peach was hanging just inches from the ground. Encouraged by this, we moved to where she had squatted and got ready for sleep. Venus was to take the first watch, followed by Angie.

Happy to be finally able to rest, I lay down on the bare floor and looked at Angie's very bare, very white back to my left as I drifted off to sleep.



Alternate Reality Ch. 03



It was a nice day, not too cool or warm. I was lazing around in my apartment on campus, lying in bed, playing with myself when suddenly, the door opened and in walked Venus. I was shocked to find myself sitting in my chair in my office, naked as the day I was born. I was puzzled at how the scene had changed so suddenly, and worried that she would know she was the reason for my enormous erection. I looked about desperately for something, anything, that I could use to cover myself, from her gaze. As my eyes scanned the office, I realised that she didn't seem to notice or care that I was naked, and that she had come into my office completely in the nude as well. The sweet look on her face had been replaced by a salacious and downright mischievous grin. She certainly didn't seem anything at all like the Venus I knew.

Without much ado, she rushed right in and jumped on my bed, her heavy breasts bouncing. I was back in my room again, still naked, but now with a very saucy looking and equally naked Venus sitting on my calves! The sudden change in environment left me speechless, so I simply watched as she took my cock into her warm mouth and began sucking. It was the most heavenly blowjob, and it took all I had to keep myself from coming into her mouth right away. This was Venus after all, my best student... what would I say to her? What could I say?

I was beside myself with embarrassment and desire in equal measure, unsure of what I should do. Should I stop her from the excellent job she was doing, sucking on my dick like it was a delicious lollipop? If I didn't stop her, how would she react if I blew my load in her mouth? I was trembling with the effort of keeping myself from ejaculating as she pumped her head up and down on my throbbing shaft. God, for a woman who appeared so innocent, Venus was certainly good at what she was doing.

I arched my back, unable to hold it back much longer, feeling the tingling begin at the bottom of my shaft. "God, I'm sorry Venus, I can't hold back," I said to her as she slipped her tongue into the hole at the tip of my cock. "Oh... that's so... deep," I groaned as her tongue began sliding deeper and deeper, down the length of my prick, meeting and passing the tingling, down towards my balls...

"That's not possible!" I thought, and suddenly awoke. I'd had vivid dreams before, but this one was much too vivid for me. In fact, as I slowly became conscious, I realised that I could still feel Venus' tongue pressing downwards, a thin, painless probe that was hellbent on pushing towards my testicles... "Hey! Hey!" I tried to call out, but no sound came from my throat. In a panic, I tried to sit up but found that I could not move. I was stiff as a board, every single part of me.

So I couldn't raise the alarm or rouse the attention of anyone, not even Angie, who was nodding off to the right of me. Apparently, she was on watch duty but had been so tired she'd fallen asleep. I was being attacked by one of the aliens! It was certainly a surprise to me, since the aliens had thus far appeared to only prefer women. Or their orifices, at the very least. I'd not been bothered by the strange creatures at all... up to now.

I watched in silent terror as the tulip-shaped alien worked its way down my shaft. I had no way of knowing what it intended to do -- would it chomp my dick off? -- and the feeling of something long reaching down into my cock was discomfiting, to say the least. It was warm, almost hot, and when it touched my balls, I screamed out in my head -- it felt like my prick and balls had been set on fire.

I don't think I managed to make a noise, but somehow, Angie awoke from her slumber and noticed what was happening. I couldn't raise my head but I could see her move to my side, exclaim softly, and then quickly remove the thing that was perched on my hard-on. She squashed it by stamping on it, turned to me and exclaimed again, and I immediately knew why.

The fire that was burning in my cock and balls had not abated. Worse, my cock seemed to be pulsing and growing with each passing second. Angie had apparently noticed it too, because she frantically called out to Venus to wake up. "Look! Look! An alien's attacked Mike!"

"What the..?" Venus was quickly awake and I could tell she was staring at my hard-on. That didn't help matters in the least -- I could feel my dick harden and expand even more as she did. "Is he... alright?"

"I'm not sure," replied Angie. She sounded as panicky as I felt. "I... fell asleep and when I woke up, I saw this alien thing on his dick."

"His eyes are open," said Venus, noticing that I was looking at them. I couldn't move, but at least my eyes could. "And he seems to be able to see us so..."

"Yeah, I think he knows what's happening," said Angie. "But he's not making any fuss or anything like that."

"I think it's... the alien thing has sort of drugged him or made him unable to react," said Venus. "That kind of happened to us too when they attacked us, remember?"

"OK, well, I got rid of it," said Angie. "But his cock doesn't look good. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it looks like it could explode if we don't do something about it!" 

Venus nodded in agreement. "Poor Mike. I think we need to help him. But what can we do?"

"I don't know," Angie replied. "Look, it's leaking something too!" She pointed to the tip of my now 10-inch dick. I could feel the fluid flowing from the tip of my tool, and if anything, it felt even hotter than my dick. Venus looked at it, blushed and said: "Maybe if we... rubbed it, it will..?"

Without hesitation, Angie grabbed my cock and tried to pump her hands up and down on it. I say 'tried' and 'hands' because it was getting wider as well as longer. Angie was right. It looked like it would explode. Hell, it felt like it would explode. I struggled to tell the girls not to worry, we would figure something out. But I couldn't even signal to them with my fingers. The damned alien thing had apparently paralysed me completely.

Angie stopped trying to give me a handjob after a few moments, realising that it was futile. "I think... I know... what to do," she said, looking at me straight in the eye and avoiding Venus' gaze.

Then, before anyone could say or do anything else, she stood up and walked forward, placing her feet on either side of my hips. Quickly, as if she was afraid she would change her mind, she sat down on my fattening cock. Her eyes fluttered shut and she seemed to take a deep breath as she did so. She told me later that she had acted on the first thought that occurred to her, and since I had taken the trouble to save her from the alien that had attacked her, she felt she owed it to me to give it a try, no matter what the cost or risk to her life.

It made quite a strange sight indeed, even given the strange sights I'd seen all day: slender and cute Angie sitting on a fat purple seat on top of a veined pulsing column. Angie, the girl whose smile I'd gotten used to seeing every time I ate at the canteen, naked on top of my cock. It was an almost cartoonish sight. Then I felt something give before my dick head and the fat purple cushion disappeared into her. Her vagina had opened up and swallowed my massive head into her!

My head swam with the thought. Granted, Angie was cute and her snatch was tighter than anything I'd ever felt before (maybe my swollen condition contributed to that), but my worry was that I had felt the alien creature inject something into my balls before she had removed it. It meant I was possibly 'infected' in some way... and I had no way of letting Angie know she was in danger. I tried again to move my fingers, to communicate the danger to Angie or Venus. But there was nothing I could do, I was completely helpless.

Angie's eyes remained closed and she sighed as she sank an inch or so more onto my cock. It was an incredible sight, both scary and arousing, to see this slender woman's pussy stretched so widely around my cock. Her thick pink vulval lips were stretched until they appeared white as snow as they gaped around my massive shaft.

The sensation was also very intense, the way her flesh parted and moved aside as I probed up deeper and deeper into her secret flesh. My cock must've been very hot, because her pussy felt cool in contrast. In fact, her vagina was a soothing balm to my heated flesh, so much so that I wanted her to push it all up inside her, to cram her pussy with all of my aching, burning cock in spite of my reservations about infecting her.

All this while, Angie breathed shallowly as she sank lower and lower, until I reached the end of her sheath. I must say at that point, I was a little disappointed... the additional 2 inches length of my cock still outside her burned like crazy even while the rest inside her felt so comfortably cool. If I had had the ability to move, there was an even chance I would have slammed the rest of my cock into her... so I was also glad for the paralysis that kept me still under her.

Then she exclaimed "So hot! Hot!" and quickly raised herself upwards, off of my cock. There was no suggestion that she was about to remove my prick from her vagina, though. As she pulled up and her soothing liquid spilled out of her and dribbled down my cock, she exclaimed, "Oh! So itchy! So itchy!", and slammed herself back down onto me. This began to happen with increasing frequency and I suspected the alien liquid flowing out of my cock had something to do with it. But there was nothing I could do about it in my state so I lay back and enjoyed the ride, watching her now-enhanced breasts with their pronounced pink nipples bouncing before my eyes.

And what a ride it was too! She fucked herself up and down on my cock so frantically her nipples began to blur. At some point, I felt embarrassed that this was happening in front of Venus, who must have found it distressing, but whom I could not see because she had moved to the side.

After a while, she began gasping as she thrust herself downwards. I realised that more of my prick was embedded inside her. "Ohhh... Mike!" moaned Angie as she pushed down. "Ohhh... it... your cock is... it's opening me up inside! Ohhh fuck!"

That was not a complaint, it was a statement of fact. She didn't let up on fucking herself on my huge erection, and as she kept up her pumping rhythm, I felt my cock head pressing hard at a barrier deep inside her, a thick, muscular obstruction that I knew was Angie's cervix. She was intent on thrusting my oversized cock into her inner sanctuary! She was grunting as she shoved herself all the way down, her hungry pussy greedily swallowing up my cock in its fat entirety.

That meant more of my dick went into her soothing depths, of course, and I was glad for the relief I felt from the burning sensation down there, but I worried about what would happen next. I think she could feel what was happening too, but instead of stopping, she increased her speed, slamming herself down as quickly as she could after pulling herself almost all the way up and off my twitching cock.

The squelching, slapping sounds seemed to meld into a continuous sound as Angie's pussy swallowed my prick again and again. Finally, I felt something give inside her. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as my cock head penetrated her muscular cervix and delved into her very womb. She stopped for a moment and I savoured the feeling of such tightness clasping at my cock just behind the head, then she began thrusting herself up and down, not seeming to mind the way my cock was popping in and out of her uterus.

I tried to hold back. I swear I did, but I couldn't help myself. Angie was no slouch, and the sight of her slender white body shivering as it slammed my fat salami of a cock into and out of her straining pussy drove me over the edge. That, and the way her pussy and cervix seemed to have lives of their own, grasping and pulling at my erection.

I came torrents into her, and I mean torrents. I actually felt the spunk leave my balls and travel the length of my dick to spurt deep into her womb. It happened just as she slammed herself down on me too, her groin mashing with mine as we achieved the deepest penetration of her insides. I think the feeling of my fluid splashing inside her threw her over too, because it immediately began feel like she was wrenching my cock off with her clenching pussy.

I don't know how long it was before I was done, but Angie did not move a fraction of an inch while I shot my sperm and god knows what else into her. I only know that I'd never come like that before, and the feeling drained me, if not physically, then mentally. I'd noticed Angie in the canteen before -- she was after all the prettiest girl there -- but never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine she would be fucking herself on my cock so savagely.

After I was done, Venus suddenly moved -- I'd forgotten all about her and not noticed what she was doing all this while -- and helped lift the tired girl off my still erect cock. Angie's idea had worked though... while it was still hard, it was not as big as before. And it seemed to have stopped growing, even though it was still pulsing and hot. As my still-erect cock popped out of Angie's exhausted pussy, I noted with dismay that very little of the yellowish liquid still leaking from my cock had dribbled from her pussy -- meaning that in all probability, my alien-infected spunk was now sloshing about within her womb.

In the meantime, I found that I could raise my head and move my fingers. I still couldn't speak though, so I couldn't object when Venus lowered herself onto my erection. I shook my head to object but she would have none of it... Angie's example had shown her just what had to be done, and as I've said before, Venus is not one to shy away from things that had to be done.

Venus' lower parts approached my still impressive cock. I estimated it to be at least 8 inches in length after Angie's intervention, and Venus looked both scared and determined as she sat on my cock like Angie had.

My poor Venus! I tried harder to move, to stop it from happening, but she bore down, and I felt her flesh give. Then I realized that she had offered her asshole to me. She told me later that she felt nervous about putting my swollen prick into her virgin pussy, so she used her ass instead, hoping it would work just as well.

I should say that her rectum was just as soothing and cool as Angie's vagina had been, but also that Venus' anus was really tight. I could see why the aliens had been so quick to fuck her in the backside. As she sank down towards my groin, I saw that she was holding her breath -- her impressive boobs did not rise and fall as they normally did -- and that she was holding me in a steady gaze.

Venus' ass was a heavenly glove wrapped around my swollen dick, and as she swallowed me completely into her backside, I felt my balls ache for release. I tried my best to stop myself from coming into her, but she didn't help at all. Just like Angie, she exclaimed about how hot and itchy my cock was making her rectal passage feel, and set about pumping her ass up and down my erection.

I'm only a man after all, and I don't think any normal person would have been able to control himself as well as I did. I didn't come into Venus' ass until she started moaning and mashing her loins up hard against mine. The combination of her wet pussy rubbing on my lower belly and the twisting, gripping motion of her rectum on my cock made me come even harder into her ass. If I'd thought that Angie's pussy had drained me, Venus' anus almost sucked the life out of me. At least, that was how it felt like to me. I didn't know how it would end, the way my sperm was rushing out of my balls and into her backside.

I don't know how long it took before my orgasm subsided, but she looked as exhausted as I felt. As she slowly raised herself off me, my cock popped out of her asshole, along with what felt like gallons of funky-smelling semen that coated my abdomen and thighs. I was relieved to find that I could finally speak.

"Girls... you shouldn't have done that..." I began, but Venus shushed me. "There was no other alternative," she said. "We were running out of options and we didn't have any other ideas about what would work. If we hadn't done it, I don't know what would have happened to you..."

"Yes, and we certainly need you around," continued Angie, sitting up. She was no longer gasping from our encounter, although she did look a little worse for the wear. She winced as she shifted and got to her feet, her eyes locked on to mine. "Mike, you're our best chance of getting out of here, so we're not going to let anything happen to you."

I shook my head. The stiffness was slowly draining out of my limbs and it was relief to finally be able to talk. "No, that was really too risky," I protested. "You shouldn't have..."

"Do you mean you didn't enjoy it?" teased Venus. "It certainly felt like you did." Angie laughed and nodded in agreement. "That was certainly a most fulfilling experience for me," she added, patting her belly. When we saved her from the alien, it had been flat as a board, but now, there was a barely noticeable bulge in her lower abdomen. It rippled as she patted it, as if her womb was full of fluid.

"No, you know what I meant," I began, trying to ignore the naughty sparkle in Venus' eyes. "I think I might have been inf..."

"It doesn't matter," Venus interrupted me. "It doesn't matter because we had to do the necessary thing to help you before that alien thing exploded your... cock."

"Yeah," agreed Angie. "We need you around to help us fight these plants. These aliens. So far, that's the only alien we've seen that's attacked you. Most of them seem to prefer attacking us, so we certainly could do with your assistance. You're no good to us lying there stiff as a board."

"Oh, I don't know Angie," giggled Venus. "I thought he was pretty useful being stiff."

"Girls!" I frowned, trying to look serious even as I was surprised by Venus' ribald joke. Appearances were certainly deceiving. "OK, I'm not going to go on about it. What's done is done. I'm just asking you to think about the consequences of your actions. I don't know how... what I've done to you..."

"Well, I know what you've done," said Angie, reaching over to kiss me on the cheek. "You've given me the deepest, best fuck of my life!" I saw Venus blush as she nodded. She clearly had enjoyed it too, although she didn't say it. My groin was still damp with traces of her vaginal fluid.

"Umm... Pr... Mike, what's next?" Venus queried, trying to change the subject. I shook my head to clear it as I looked about. This room looked just about the same as the previous room we had been in, apart from the alien vegetation dotting the landscape. In fact, I would venture to say that at that point, I was no longer sure that we were actually moving through rooms... it just seemed that way, because of the distinct differences in the aliens we were encountering. This was obviously where the aliens attacked the men, although for what purpose we were as yet unable to establish.

I glanced worriedly at Angie's abdomen. It was clear my (alien) semen was still sloshing about inside, and also that she enjoyed the feeling when she moved. "Oooooh," she moaned suddenly, and I saw a trickle of thick yellowish fluid drooling from her pursed pussy lips and drip down the inside of her thigh.

"Shit! I can't..." I began as I tried to get on my feet and failed. "Here, let me help," Angie volunteered, reaching down and grabbing at me just under my right armpit. Venus had reached down but was looking away from me, at some distant point in the direction we were headed. I peered in the general direction as her right hand came up. She was pointing at something in the distance.

"Look... look!" she exclaimed. "I know... I know that girl. That's Melanie! Mel! Over here!"



Alternate Reality Ch. 04



Mel, or Melanie, was another one of my students. She was also Venus' buddy, and they were often seen studying together. They made quite a pair, Mel and Venus, not least because they were so different -- where Venus was tall and curvaceous, Mel was smaller built and slender. Venus' skin was a lovely bronze whilst Mel's was a creamy white. And where Venus' hair was a short bob, Mel's beautiful tresses reached almost to her waist. Mel was, in truth, a nice combination of both Venus and spunky little Angie.

I'd heard some rumours amongst the boys that they were lesbians because of the amount of time they spent together. I'd dismissed the notion as 'sour grapes' because the guys on campus never seemed to have any luck with either of the girls. But it was clear that the two girls were exceptionally close friends, so it was perhaps understandable that the guys had come to such a conclusion.

Perhaps that was why Venus was able to recognise her best friend from such a distance. Both Angie and I looked at the approaching figure and for life of us, we couldn't really tell who it was. All that was clear to me was that it was a naked young woman (from the jiggling breasts and general body shape) who appeared disoriented and was stumbling along. Angie looked at me and shrugged, signalling her own uncertainty.

Venus, being Venus, was absolutely certain, and set off running towards her friend. "Hey!" I shouted. "Hey Venus!" I wanted to remind her about sticking together, but she clearly wasn't listening. "Forget it, Mike," said Angie, grabbing hold of my lower arm. "She's not listening. We'd better go after her."

"Right," I said. "Let's!" With that, we trotted off, unable to muster up the same amount of enthusiasm or speed Venus was showing. I was still a little worn out from fucking Angie and Venus, and Angie didn't seem to have recovered completely too. Also, our strange surroundings and the constant attacks from the alien plants had left us a little wary. We really didn't know what to expect in this weird alternate plane we'd found ourselves in.

Venus reached her friend while we were still some distance away. We could see her go right up to Mel, grab her by her shoulders, look into her eyes, and pull her close. We couldn't hear any words being said as the two women embraced. Maybe they were just relieved to find someone familiar in an unfamiliar place.

As we approached the two girls, I realised that they were still locked in a tight embrace. Worse, they did not seem to be moving. An alarm rang in my head, just as Angie turned to me and said: "Something's wrong." I nodded, and we picked up our speed, running as fast as our aching muscles would allow.

Only when we were close enough was I able to see that I was right -- Venus was being held in place by her friend, and a greenish looking vine connected their pussies. "Look! Look at her mouth!" shouted Angie, and I realised that there was another vine snaking from Mel's mouth to Venus'. "Venus!" I yelled. "Get away from there!"

She couldn't respond, of course -- her eyes were open and unseeing. Dear lord, my Venus was being possessed by the alien in Mel's body. Angie and I reached the two women at the same time, and we each grabbed one girl by the shoulders and tried yanking them apart. No dice. They were locked tightly together, Venus' impressive hooters pressed up hard against Mel's smaller ones. Damn. Was this the end of the road for Venus?

"Grab the thing in their mouths!" shouted Angie. "I'll remove the other one!" I did as she bade, managing to pull an impressively long and thick vine from the girls' throats after a few hefty heaves. Shit. What about their..?

I looked down and saw Angie struggling to pull the alien out from the girls' pussies. As she yanked at the green vine connecting the girls, her fingers were slipping all over it, and ended up right against Mel's slit. It looked almost as if she was... playing with the girl's cunt. Feeling a little guilty for that flash of horny insight, I decided to help her. I motioned to her to keep pulling at Mel's end while I knelt down in front of Venus. Her reddened labia formed an upside down V right in front of my eyes, and as I looked, I could see the alien pulsing as it moved within her body. I gripped the alien vine at a point right next to her velvety pink valley, and used my own weight to press down on the alien invader.

I felt it give a little and gave a whoop of joy. "It's coming out! Pull, Angie!" I urged the girl behind me as I doubled my efforts. Venus' vulva bulged as its green invader slowly slipped out. I could feel the thing sag towards the floor, so I knew that Angie was having some success removing it from Mel too.

As the alien plant twisted and fought to slip back into Venus' vagina, I wrapped both hands tightly round the stem of the slippery vine and heaved with all my strength, noting how the huge bulbous tip distended Venus' pussy lips as it passed out of her. When it was finally clear of her, the poor girl collapsed on the floor, clearly overcome by the damned chemicals that had held her in place while the alien raped her. "Hey! Mike!" I heard Angie exclaim behind me and turned to look at her.

She had successfully removed the alien from Mel's body (now lying crumpled on the floor next to her), but the net result of her efforts was that the alien had switched its focus to her. Her eyes wide with fear, she was holding on to the stem of the alien vine whose tip had disappeared into her pussy. As I watched, the other end (the one that had been inside Venus) twisted and snaked its way up her inner thigh. It was clearly aiming to get inside her any way it could -- and that meant her asshole was about to be penetrated.

"Mike! Help! Me!" she called out desperately. I suppose it was shock that made me hesitate. That, and the fact that it looked a lot like Angie was fucking herself on the alien vine, the way it kept fighting her, twisting and surging in her hands and pushing into her as she kept pulling at it to keep it out. She was trying hard to stop it from going in any further than it had, but it didn't look like she was having any success. Yeah, I was kind of admiring the scene too, I guess. By the time I did anything, the alien's bulb had disappeared into her anal orifice.

"Mike! Help! It hurts!" she cried out again, and I sprang into action, scooting over to kneel in front of her as I reached out and caught hold of the end embedded within her rectum. Having achieved a beachhead in her backside, the alien wasn't giving up without a fight. I had to pull at it again and again, and watch her anal ring bulge out, slowly open, then quickly close again as I almost, but not quite managed, to pull it out. I suppose that under other circumstances, watching something like that might have been arousing, but my ears were filled with Angie's squeals and moans as the battle for her ass raged on. 

After a while, I felt my arms begin to tremble and realised I was getting tired, but then, so was the alien, apparently. After a mighty surge it thrust itself deeper into Angie's asshole, pushing the stretched pink ring into her buttocks. She screamed, "Oh god, Mike! It's going... deep! Too deep!" and I knew I had to get it out pronto. I gritted my teeth and leant down on the damned thing with whatever remaining strength I had. I knew I would not be able to keep fighting the alien for much longer, and thankfully for Angie, I didn't have to.

Her asshole yawned wide, then snapped shut as I pulled the damned thing down and out of her rectum. Yanking the rest of the alien out of Angie's vagina was a piece of cake in comparison. My arms were so tired after that effort, and the fucking alien so slippery that I dropped it on the floor despite my best efforts to hold on to the squirming bastard. It wriggled about on the floor for a bit, then it seemed to gather its wits and began crawling like a snake towards the still-unconscious Venus.

Fuck, it wasn't going to have another bite of her cherry. Not while I was around. In spite of my tiredness I got up and quickly stomped down on it, just happening to put my full weight on the bulbous part. The alien suddenly burst like an overripe grape, spewing greenish liquid all over my foot and calf. It was viscous and sweet-smelling, and my stomach suddenly growled. "Shit, I'm fucking hungry," I thought. After all, we hadn't eaten anything for what seemed like a long time. I looked at the crushed alien plant under my foot. It was a mess, but it certainly smelled wonderful. Should I..? I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to eat any alien, or anything from the plant-like things that were constantly attacking us. What would that stuff do to our bodies?

I heard the sound of someone falling to the ground behind me and remembered my partner-in-rescue Angie. She had risked herself to save Venus and Mel, and I'd forgotten about the poor girl. I turned around and saw her lying on her back, her eyes closed. Maybe she'd fainted, maybe she was just too tired... or maybe she was hurt. I couldn't tell... and even if I did find out she was hurt, there was little I could do. No clothes, no pockets, no first aid kit. Damn this alien place.

Ignoring the now deflated alien at my feet, I dropped to my knees next to the young woman's body. It gleamed with her sweat in the half-light, and I could see her chest rising as she breathed. She was alright. At least, she was breathing. And as I watched her breathe, I realised that her breasts were leaking.

Yes, that sounds weird, I know, but up to now, there was very little about this place that wasn't weird. I could see a clear yellowish liquid well up at the very tips of her nipples, and I just couldn't help myself anymore. I leant forward and took a tentative suck. It didn't taste like milk -- maybe it would've been even weirder if it had tasted like milk -- but it tasted good: a sweetish, musky taste that made my stomach growl even more. Putting aside any last reservations I had about doing this to an unconscious woman, i placed my hands round her breast and covered her nipple completely with my mouth as I began sucking in earnest.

My mouth was immediately filled with the sweet nectar from her breast, and I wondered if this development had anything to do with the earlier attack by the alien plant, which had skewered the girls' breasts while they fought. Perhaps it had prepared the girls' mammary glands to provide food.

I drank deeply as I wondered about this, and was suddenly surprised by a movement beside me. Venus had regained her senses, and seized Angie's other breast. She began suckling at Angie's teat with as much (if not more) enthusiasm as I had.

I can't tell you how long we sucked at Angie's breasts, but after a while, I realised the girl was conscious. She was moaning a fair bit, that was how I knew... clearly, having the two of us sucking on her nipples was enjoyable, to say the least. When we finally stopped, I noticed that her breasts appeared smaller... and that her hand had moved to cover the split of her groin, which was noticeably leaking a small puddle of fluid.

"I... I'm sorry," Venus apologised first. "I... when I came to, I saw Mike sucking... and I... was so hungry I couldn't help it..."

"Um, Angie, I guess I..." I started to explain, but her finger on my lips stopped me. I was right -- she was wet. I could smell and taste her musk on her finger.

"It's alright, guys," she said. "No need to explain."

"I'm actually less tired than I was before," I continued to try. "Maybe drinking from you helped..."

"Yes it did," said Mel, her eyes locked onto mine. I could see a mischievous glint in them. "I... they were getting kind of heavy, after all."

"Speaking of which," Venus piped up. "Mmm... could you guys help..?" She gesticulated at her own overgrown chest.

Angie looked at Venus' huge breasts and literally salivated. "Sure, Venus," she grinned. "Anything to help you. Besides, I think we're going to need the energy after that exercise!"

Without further ado, we set about suckling at Venus' teats with gusto, and I stopped only when she suddenly reminded us about Mel. Squeezing her tit so that a trickle of the golden fluid slipped down the slope of her still impressive breasts, she said: "Maybe getting her to drink some of this will awaken her."

With Angie still sucking furiously at her left breast, Venus crawled over to the unconscious girl and put her tit into her mouth, squeezing at her nipple so that the liquid ran into the unconscious girl's mouth.

Now, that's a sight I don't get to see everyday. One girl sucking on another girl's tit while the other girl is pulling a third girl's face to her breast, urging her to have a suck too. Sitting there and watching them, it suddenly felt a lot like I was looking in on some guy's weird sex fantasy.

Anyway, there was no response from Mel in spite of Venus' urging. I could see she was still breathing, but she wasn't responding at all. Great. Since she was Venus' best pal, it was a sure bet we'd have to bring her along. I'd normally not have a problem with that, except that the whole place was barren and we had nothing around that we could use to fashion a sled or stretcher of some sort. It would probably come down to us having to carry her around, which would slow us down considerably. And given how the alien attacks didn't seem to be letting up, I wasn't sure we could afford to do so.

I think Angie was thinking pretty much the same thing too. Turning to look at me, then back to Venus, who was cradling Mel's head against her breast, she said: "Look, I think we should do something to try to get her awake. I'm not sure we can lug her around in her current state."

Venus didn't say anything, she just nodded her assent. Good. The girl is stubborn, but even she knew that we couldn't afford to slow down in our quest to get out of this place. "What do you suggest we do?" I asked. "We don't have anything on hand, and I'm not sure slapping will work."

"Won't it?" Angie said, and reached over to slap Mel's face lightly. Venus pulled her friend into a sitting position and suddenly said: "Hit her harder!" Angie did as she said, and she hit the girl a few more times before I stopped them. "It's no use," I said. "She's not responding."

"Do you have a better idea then?" Venus challenged. I saw tears in her eyes and my heart melted. My Venus was hurting, and I would do anything to help her. But what? What could we do to get Mel awake? 

"Hey... how about this?" Angie interrupted my thoughts. "How about you fuck her awake?"

"I... what?" I said, incredulously. "You've got to be kidding..."

"Well, it's either that or we throw water on her. Since there's no water around, that means we pee on her, and I don't want to be around if she wakes up and sees all of us doing that," explained Angie. "Can you imagine waking up to that?"

I shook my head, trying not to let the image of the two girls pissing on an unconscious Melanie burn into my mind. "In the absence of any other option, fucking might just be the answer," Angie continued. "You know what? I'd do it, except I don't have the equipment. You're the only one of us that has, Mike, so that means... you're it."

In retrospect, I'll admit that was a pretty lame reason to fuck an unconscious girl, but at the time, it seemed... right. Venus even seemed to be in agreement, standing and pulling her friend up with her as per Angie's instructions. Mel's head sagged to the side as the girls positioned her for penetration, Angie holding on to her left leg while Venus held the right. 

My cock was hard -- it had been so for quite some time, but I hadn't really paid much attention to it till now. As I moved towards the girl, it seemed to me that the head of my dick would not fit into the comparatively tiny slot of the unconscious girl. Angie seemed to concur, instructing Venus to pull her leg upwards so that I would "have more space".

Mel's legs formed an 'M' around her obscenely gaping pussy lips as my prick pressed inwards. She flinched and moaned, and the girls, encouraged by her reaction, urged me on. "Go on and give it to her, Mike," said Venus. "Yeah, give her all of it!" added Angie. "Get in there!"

I thrust forward as hard as I could, and was rewarded with a shudder from the unconscious girl. She was reacting to being fucked! The two girls at the side whooped with joy. With their arms hooked under her knees, they drew her pubis upwards so that I would have a better angle to insert my cock into Mel. I hesitated with my cock just halfway inside her. Her pussy looked... stuffed, her vulva distended around my intruding prong. "I don't know," I thought to myself as I looked at the unconscious girl. Mel's eyes were still closed, her breath sounding a little rapid and harsh. "Should I? Is this ra..." The two girls suddenly began yelling at me, urging me to "keep going", to "stop being a faggot" and to "fuck her till cum comes out her ears!"

Who can resist that kind of encouragement? I cast aside any remaining doubts, plunged right in and began sawing in and out of her as sexy, naked Venus and Angie kept yelling at me to continue fucking Mel. OK, it was screwed up alright, and it got a little out of hand after a while, because I was pumping so hard in her she was moving up and down in tandem with my movements in her body. Or was that because of the two girls' delightful assistance in ramming her up and down my prick? I couldn't tell.

I was going at it full tilt when they suddenly told me to stop. Apart from Mel's flinching and moaning, it didn't seem to be working the way we hoped it would. "It's not working," Venus complained. "She's reacting but she's not..."

"Fuck her in the ass!" said Angie fiercely. There was a light shining in her eyes that I'd never seen before. It was almost as if she was... relishing the idea of me fucking the unconscious Mel in her rear orifice. "What have we got to lose? We need her to wake up, and quick. Come on Mike, try that!"

Venus, again, did not disagree. She did as she was told, lifting Mel's legs higher so that her ass was now hanging just in front of my dripping wet cock. God, I don't know if it was that alien seed thing in my balls, but my cock was pulsing. I wasn't sure I wouldn't do her any damage if I fucked her in her backside, but the girls made up my mind for me, driving the unconscious girl forward onto my dick as I hesitated once more.

Wow. The sensation of Mel's hot, tight anal ring expanding round my prick head was incredible; and the feeling of her clutching rectal passage giving way to my throbbing erection was indescribable. I was sure I would come very quickly in her tight ass, and I was right. I didn't even have to move a muscle -- Venus and Angie simply lifted Mel up and slammed her down until I was balls-deep in her ass, Her anus was so tight around my cock that I started shivering and they knew I was about to cum, so the two girls moved even more quickly, thrusting me into her asshole so rapidly Mel's breasts didn't bounce, they seemed to be floating in front of my eyes.

My orgasm was immense -- I could feel my prick jerking around in the tight, confined space of her rectum as I sprayed everything I had into her bum. Mel had begun groaning and twitching when her ass was impaled on my cock, and she must have felt me cum into her buttocks because she drew a sharp breath and gave a sudden, sharp scream.

I really can't say what happened next because I don't know. The next thing I was aware of was that we were all lying on the floor, my softening prick still embedded inside Mel's bum. Her legs were wrapped around my neck and her face buried in my chest. Of Venus and Angie, I could only tell that they were on either side of us, both breathing hard. Their heads were turned away, so I couldn't tell if they were unconscious or not. Then Mel uttered a muffled "Get off of me!" and I quickly pulled out, noting how her asshole clutched at my prick before giving it up. A copious amount of my cum flowed out of her ravaged bum as I withdrew, making her groan.




Alternate Reality Ch. 04



As I stood up and moved backwards and away from her, Mel suddenly swung a swift and hard kick to my nuts. "Owwww!" she yelled. My own reaction was merely to cover my groin, but the honest truth was, it didn't hurt one bit. She hadn't missed either -- she'd hit me squarely in the balls, and by rights, I should have been incapacitated by such a hard and deliberate blow, but all I felt was the blow. There was no pain, no stomach churning, knee crumpling bolt of agony that a normal guy would expect to experience.

In fact, all it did was make my dick hard. I'd only just blown a huge load into her ass after all, so my dick was soft when I took it out. But when she kicked it, it went right up again. It was solid, rock hard, like I'd not fucked at all for the past three weeks. It was bizarre to say the least.

Anyway, while I was wondering about that, Venus and Angie had apparently come to and were restraining a violently protesting Mel. I guess I could identify with that... anybody'd be pissed off too if they came to, to find their ass being plugged by somebody.

"You fucker! You raped me!" she was yelling as the two girls tried to get her to calm down. "You're a fucking animal! How dare you!"

Both Venus and Angie tried to talk to her in soothing tones, but she refused to calm down. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she continued screaming at me as she struggled against the girls holding her back. "You think you're a big man, fucking me in the ass like that? You fucking faggot!"

"And you two... what the fuck did he do to make you help him fuck me? You're women too! How could you..." Angie must have figured Mel wasn't going to stop, so she reached over and gave her a solid backhand across her chops.

That kept her silent for long enough for Venus to explain her state when we'd found her, and how it had been a joint decision for me to fuck her back into her senses. "We had no other choice, Mel," she argued. "We couldn't figure out how else to get you awake."

"That's a likely story," retorted Mel, holding the side of her face where the imprint of Angie's hand was still visible. "I don't know what it is he's holding over you two, but rape is rape and I'm not going to let this piece of sh..."

"Look around you, bitch," said Angie sharply. "Use your fucking brain and think. What's the last thing you remember?"

"His cock in my ass!" was Mel's equally sharp response. "I remember him sodomising me! The fucker!"

"I mean before that!" retorted Angie. "What do you remember about what happened before that? How did you get here? And what happened to your clothes?"

"I remember him... his..." Mel's voice trailed off as Angie's question appeared to sink into her fevered brain. "I don't... remember..."

"Right, you don't," said Angie sarcastically. "In case you haven't noticed, we're all here without a stitch on, in a place that doesn't look like anything on Earth. Do you honestly think that one guy like that..." she gestured in my direction... "can get all of us to strip naked, throw away our clothes, and do his bidding?"

"Well, I don't think..." Mel began, but I could see that the fight was no longer in her eyes. In its place were clouds of confusion.

"That's right, you didn't," said Angie again, letting go of her arm and moving towards me. She reached out and held my dick like a lover would, tenderly. "You didn't think and the first thing you thought of was to lash out like a little girl."

"Look I..." the confusion was building in Mel's eyes. "I'm... i don't know how... where are we? And why am... why are we all naked?"

Venus decided to take over the task of explaining everything to Mel, from our earliest theories of what happened to our hypotheses on what we had to do to get out. Angie, in the meantime, seemed to be busy feeling me up, her hand running up and down my shaft. She seemed to be paying particular attention to a certain part of my dick, somewhere near my balls, and as she did so, I realised that there was a lump there I'd not noticed before. I could feel Angie's hand on it, but it didn't seem to hurt. Shit.

Angie turned to me, her eyes meeting mine directly."We might have to do something about that," she said to me conversationally, as if we were discussing the weather. "I don't think that's a good sign."

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. What could anyone do about what we were going through? Angie's hand remained on the lump on my dick as she reached around with her other arm to hug me. "We're gonna get out of here together," she said, and I thought it sounded a little like a sob. "You're coming out of here with me."

What could I say? She was trembling as she held me and I felt really bad for making her worry. But I could offer no realistic hope, only conjecture, as to our eventual fate. To try to assure her by being facetious would only insult poor Angie.

"Erm... if you guys are done feeling each other up," interrupted Venus. She had been speaking to Mel at length -- a conversation that neither I nor Angie had paid any attention to -- and had suddenly come up to the both of us. She looked a little puzzled. "You have to hear this."

"What?" I said, as Angie moved away from my arms and turned to look at Venus. Honestly, I was certain nothing would surprise me anymore, and I really thought that Venus of all people would have figured out that things didn't work the way they normally did back when we were all clothed and preparing for the day's lessons.

"Mel says that... well, she swears that that was the second time you'd fucked her," she said in an apologetic tone. "She's absolutely certain you... raped her not too long ago."

I opened my mouth to object. "I know, she can't remember what happened," Venus continued. "But she has some flashes of memory, and she's really sure you... did it to her without her consent, only the first time, you were in her pussy."

"What?" Angie and I chorused. "But you can vouch..."

"Yeah, I know," said Venus. "I told her you were with me all the way from the time when we... first got here. But she's so sure she refuses to accept that you didn't do it."

"Hey, that's her problem," retorted Angie. "If she's so unhappy about it, let her go find her own way around here."

"Hey, hey, Angie," I tried to soothe the angry girl. Her fists were clenched and it was clear she was willing to launch right into Mel on my behalf. She was sweet that way. "Take it easy, OK? None of us knows what really happened when we ended up in here, so..."

"Do you mean you actually could have done it?" Angie rounded on me, her eyes flashing. She was really cute when she was angry... but it would take a brave and foolhardy man to take her on, I thought.

"No, of course not," I responded, keeping my tone gentle. "I mean, whatever it was that happened, was real to her. There's no point in trying to convince her otherwise because she believes it did happen."

"But that..." she began to retort, then stopped herself. "Oh, you're impossible!"

"Listen, Angie," I said to her firmly. "No matter what, we've got to stick together. If Mel insists on believing that I raped her, so be it. Let's get out of this damned place first. Let's ALL get out of this place."

"Yes, Angie, Mike's right," opined Venus. "Let's all get out of here first before we do anything else. Anyway... Mel's very confused now because she remembers him forcing his cock into her pussy, and she can't figure out how he ended up coming in her ass."

"Did you tell her why..?" began Angie, her anger slowly dissipating. Hmmm... was it just her concern over my well-being that prompted that outburst? Or was it the stress of the uncertain situation we'd found ourselves in? "Did you tell her that it was a joint decision? That we decided that he should... do that?"

Venus nodded in reply, and added: "She also says that... she remembers me urging Mike on, telling him to fuck her while she was objecting. I... told her we were urging Mike to do her for her sake, but then she... she says there was only me there. You weren't around, Angie."

"OK, that means that she's not recalling stuff from when she was unconscious then," I said, trying to shift the girls' attention to the puzzle Mel's memory presented. "After all, Mel was right next to her as well, and..."

"The other weird thing was," Venus interrupted me. "It was that she said she felt bound and unable to move. Like she was being held by something she couldn't see... but she also said she could feel like there was something inside her butt while you were fucking her in front."

"OK, so how did she come to the conclusion that Mike here was doing both her holes?" challenged Angie, still gallant in defending me. "I don't see a second cock on him here!" Her hand, still on my prick, pulled it upwards to make her point.

"She didn't," replied Venus. "That's why she's so confused. She can't figure it out. What she told me was that she only remembered feeling him force his way into her pussy... not her asshole, and she didn't even remember who or what it was holding her."

"That does it then," said Angie, her grip increasing as she flexed her fingers. She was getting angry again. "Your friend's crazy as a loon."

"Hang on a minute, Angie," I cut in to stop the argument I could see beginning to brew between the two girls. The last thing we needed in this strange situation was a catfight, no matter how interesting the notion might be. "I thought Mel had a partial memory when she claimed that I... assaulted her with encouragement from you two, but I don't think we should ignore the fact that she seems very certain about the facts of the case."

"Melanie," I called to her. She turned to look at me but did not reply. "About what you said I did... do you remember if Angie was there? And was anyone holding you?"

She said nothing, but she shook her head after a moment's hesitation. "If no one was holding you, why didn't you..?" Angie clearly wasn't about to stop before she cleared my name.

"I... don't know, alright!" came Mel's reply as she twisted round. Maybe she had been shy, or maybe she simply refused to look at me in the eye, but she finally decided to turn around and look directly at the three of us. "I don't know! Venus was... somewhere behind him and there was something... preventing me from getting away. I don't know what it was!"

She began to sob as she said that, and Venus quickly rushed to her side to comfort her.

"Fuck, her friend's completely off her rocker," Mel said as she turned back to me. "How are we going to get out of here with a nutcase on our hands?"

"The problem is, we really don't know how things work in alternate planes, Angie," I tried to explain. "The both of you can vouch for me all you want, the facts, according to Mel, are that I raped her with encouragement from Venus, while someone or something prevented her from moving away."

She opened her mouth as if to protest, then shut it again and waited for me to explain. "I think it's possible she got confused about who was doing what," I continued. "She might have been raped by someone and the experience was so traumatic that she blanked it out. Her next conscious awareness was of me coming into her ass, so she might have made the mental connection between me and her rapist."

"Then how do you explain what she said about Venus encouraging her?" said Angie, looking puzzled. "Since they are such good friends, she surely couldn't have been mistaken about that. And Venus was with us the whole time!"

"I'm not sure," I said, scratching my head. "I thought she might have had a residual memory from when she was unconscious, when you girls were holding her and egging me on."

"That'd be plausible except that she only heard Venus' voice," said Angie thoughtfully. "According to her, she was alone with you two, and I wasn't around. And I'm pretty sure I was egging you on too."

"That's right," I admitted. "That's where my explanation doesn't quite gel with her memory. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Angie reached out again and grabbed hold of my cock by the thickened part. She seemed most curious about the lump, and ran her fingers tenderly over it.

"Unless she really did go through the incident the way she described," I said, trying and failing to ignore her caresses. Damn, the woman was really turning me on. "I don't mean that I was the one that did that to her but... maybe it was another 'version' of me."

"Another version? How do you mean?" Angie's hand stopped moving, but it still rested on my prick, fingers lightly curled round the lumpy part. "You mean there's another Mike running around her somewhere?"

"Yeah, something like that," I smiled at her, making no attempt to remove her hand. Hey, if she liked doing that, why should I stop her? "It's very human to assume that we're unique and there's only one of us around, but if there's such a thing as an alternate plane, there's also the possibility that there are alternate people as well. She could have..."

"...been attacked by a version of you that didn't come from the same place you, I and Venus did," Angie completed my sentence. "I suppose it's possible... that means that she came across alternate versions of you and Venus, then. But what about me? How come she didn't come across my alternate?"

"Well, that's just a theory to begin with," I explained. "Firstly, we're not even sure if those were alternate versions, or if she's remembering parts of what we did to her while she was still unconscious. Maybe she recognised Venus' voice while she was still out, and that's why she 'remembered' her."

"As for me," I continued, knowing just what Angie was about to say. "Firstly, I was her lecturer, and secondly, well, we know she reacted to being fucked, so she might have remembered the sensation..."

"I know I would," grinned Angie, her hand tightening round my cock. "OK, that's possible. Or maybe she's remembering forward..."

"Remembering for..? Oh, I see what you mean," I smirked at her. "You're thinking that she's remembering something that'll happen in the future. Possible. But what about you?"

"Maybe I don't make it out of here," Angie's demeanour suddenly turned serious. "Maybe you guys had to leave me behind."

"No, that's not going to happen," I assured her, putting my arm on her shoulder. "We're all getting out of her together. No one gets left behind, right?"

She turned away from me so I couldn't look into her eyes. "Not if one of those alien things get all the way into me," she said. "I wouldn't expect you to stay behind on my account, if I wasn't able to make it out."

"Hey, why are we losing hope?" I countered. "Who's to say we can't all make it out together? Let's not let the situation get the better of us, OK?"

"OK, OK," she said, turning and smiling. I thought it looked like a kind of sad smile, and I wondered if she was thinking about the alien stuff that I'd spurted into her womb. Fuck, if anything happened to her, it'd be my fault.

"What are you guys talking about?" said Venus, leaving Mel's side to come talk to us. "Why are you looking so grim?"

"Grim? Who's grim?" retorted Angie. "Oh you mean old man Mike over here..."

I was surprised at how quickly Angie had changed her mood. Or appeared to, at least. "So how's Mel?" I enquired. "Is she alright?"

Venus nodded. "Yeah, as alright as she'd going to get for now, I guess," she said. "She's still convinced that you... about her story, so she's a little afraid of you right now."

"That's understandable," I quickly replied, hoping to prevent Angie from getting angry with Mel again. "If she believes that I did that, it stands to reason she'll be afraid of me."

"Well, she's a little tired now, and she's not keen on... umm... drinking what we were drinking just now," reported Venus. "I'll walk ahead with her and you guys keep us in sight. And we'll look for a safe place to rest for a while. How about that?"

I looked at Angie and she nodded. "OK, let's do that," I agreed. "We'll work out the watch duties and maybe leave Mel out for now."

Venus smiled and said OK, then went to join her friend. We watched Mel and Venus begin to walk and gamely followed behind, Angie still holding on to my cock as if she was afraid it would fall off or run away.



Alternate Reality Ch. 05



I don't know how far or how long we walked until we stopped to rest. It's kind of hard to tell time or distance when your surroundings look pretty much the same whether you look back, around or ahead. All I know is that after a while, we decided to stop and rest, also because Mel was looking very much the worse for wear. She still refused to drink from either girl's breasts, so perhaps, her energy levels were dropping due to hunger too.

Anyway, we didn't protest when Venus signalled for us to stop. We had come to a somewhat wider part of the place. It looked like a cavern compared to the place we'd been walking through. I had a mild sense of deja vu, but I dismissed it because I was getting a little tired as well. We had not really had any rest for quite a while, and the last time we got any sleep, we had been awakened by the alien attack on me. Together with fucking all three girls (one twice, mind you), and the tremendous battle with the alien in Venus' and Mel's bodies, it was a wonder I wasn't collapsing on the floor with exhaustion.

I think Angie knew how tired I was, because she volunteered for the first watch. I wanted to object but I saw the look in her eyes and realised I would get nowhere with any arguments I made, so I meekly agreed. Venus and Mel had moved some way off -- Mel was still highly suspicious of me, and didn't want to be too near where I was -- so Angie was the only one next to me as I settled down to sleep. She leaned over and whispered: "Go to sleep, Mike. I'll make sure no alien will molest you this time!" and I reached up and kissed her on the mouth. The poor girl blamed herself for what happened, and I wanted to assure her that she was not to blame, but she kissed me right back, and told me to go to sleep.

I went out like a light and I don't know how long I was asleep before Angie woke me up. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, feeling something soft and wet envelop the tip of my cock. I had a flash of that old dream, where I was in bed and Venus was on top of me, remembered what happened after that dream, and opened my eyes. But it wasn't an alien this time, it was Angie. I opened my eyes just in time to see her sink down on my prick, cooing softly as she did so.

That was also when I realised what had happened to my cock. As I watched her pussy lips stretch open to swallow my cock, I noticed that lump I'd felt earlier. It was the size of Angie's fist, and it looked obscene. Worse, it looked like it had moved up the stem of my dick -- where I was sure it was at the base, it was now roughly halfway up. As I rubbed my eyes and tried to look at it more carefully, I saw Angie's vulva quickly engulfing the lump, gracefully spreading around it and sliding past the thickest part before closing slightly on the thinner part behind it.

She was groaning by now, and I thought it was because the damned thing had stretched her flesh beyond repair, but I was wrong -- she was getting off on it, because she didn't stop. She drove herself down further, grunting as I felt my cockhead slam up against her cervix.

Even that didn't stop her. "Ohhh goddd Mike!" she moaned. "That's... a bit too biggg!" But she still drove herself downwards and I wondered if she would hurt herself -- I wasn't leaking any of the hot alien liquid like I was the last time. Angie persisted, however, and pressed down even more.

"Ohhhhh! I... can feel... you're stretching... me inside," she groaned as she impaled herself further on my erection. "That... that's going deeper... ooohhhh!" 

I felt something give inside her and my cock head suddenly slipped into a tight muscular ring that I knew was her cervix. "Fuck, that's gotta hurt," I thought to myself as I watched the rest of my cock disappear into her gushing cunt. But Angie was a real trooper, she was. Not a whimper of a complaint, just a quiet sigh as her pubis finally met mine.

In spite of my concern for her, I was secretly pleased because I could feel the liquid from our earlier intercourse rush out past my cockhead as it nestled within her womb. Maybe, just maybe, all that alien fluid would be washed out of her while we fucked.

I don't know if Angie had the same idea or not, but I was certain she was focused on fucking. She seemed determined not to let the lump on my cock slip out of her as she rode my erection, pumping herself up and down. For my part, I concentrated hard on not coming, because I didn't want to make things any worse than they already were. Mind you, that's a lot easier said than done, the way her cervix kept massaging my prick just behind the sensitive head.

I was relieved when she finally had a huge orgasm, her vagina spasming all along its length while her uterus sucked strongly at my cock, threatening to pull it out by the roots. Angie slumped on to me, gasping as she recovered from her climax. I simply held her tightly in my arms.

"Why didn't you come?" she suddenly said, lifting her head to look at me and surprising me no end. "Is it because you can't feel me around you? Am I too... big?"

"No, of course not," I replied. "You feel... wonderful. But there's this thing on my cock and..."

"That's why I was doing that, silly," she said, her face a mask of disappointment. "I wanted you to come that lump out of your cock."

"But... we don't know what that'll do..." I tried to protest.

"I don't care," she said fiercely. "I want that thing out of you."

"But what about you?" I said, reaching up to hold her face. "You're really sweet, Angie, but I can't do that to you."

"You'll do worse to me if that damn thing explodes, Mike," she replied, slowly propping herself up on my body. Her vagina was still impaled upon my throbbing erection, and when she moved, I could feel her inner flesh ripple. A small gush of liquid spilled out between our bodies as she sat up. Dear god, surely she was too tired by her last climax?

Angie confirmed that she was probably the most determined woman I know. Despite her obvious weariness (I could feel her trembling), she began pumping herself up and down again. This time, she drew herself up further, so I could feel her vulva slip apart as the bottom of the lump appeared from within, then drove herself down quickly so that it disappeared again into her. "Ohhhh Mike! That... it's so big it... hurts a little..." she moaned as she got into a rhythm. "You... cum into me... please, Mike!"

I didn't reply. I doubted the wisdom of doing this still, so I kept my focus on myself, and refused to let myself cum into her. I say that like it's no big deal, but it certainly was -- Angie's slim body shimmying up and down on my cock, her inner flesh shuddering and clasping at me, her pretty eyes screwed up tight as she rammed my cock deeply into her... those were reasons enough to tip anyone over the edge, never mind the way her insides were sucking the life out of me.

She came again, shuddering and gasping, before falling onto my body. She was trembling and breathing so hard I thought she was in no shape to speak, let alone talk, but I was wrong again. On both counts.

"Come on, Mike," she grumbled when she got some of her breath back. "Just relax and shoot your stuff into me." She looked earnestly into my eyes as she lay on top of me. I could feel her breasts moving against my chest as she breathed, and I reached up and touched her face tenderly.

"I can't. I won't," I shook my head. "I still don't think it's a good idea. We don't know what it is that's..."

"Doesn't matter," she said, smiling as she shifted her weight and my prick moved about in her squelching vagina. "It's working anyway. It's just a matter of time."

She was right too. I realised that the lump had moved much higher up the stem of my cock because I could feel it pressing against the back of my cockhead. If she was able to get herself going a third time, I would probably be unable to stop the damned thing from exploding out of me.

Angie knew it too. "Ohhh fuck, Mike," she groaned as she rotated her hips, making my cock move about inside her. "It's... real deep inside. I can feel it up in there. I can feel you... opening me up..."

"Fuck, Angie, stop!" I said urgently. OK, my balls were really aching and craving release, and if the circumstances were different, I'd certainly welcome a third session with delectable Angie. But I couldn't allow her to take the risk. "It's too dangerous. We don't know..."

"I know, Mike," she said, as she pushed herself up into a sitting position again. "I know you're close to coming in me. I can feel your cock throbbing in me, and I can feel that thing ready to come out."

"Look, we don't know if it'll explode anyway," I tried to talk her out of what she intended to do. "If it explodes inside you we'll both be screwed."

She smiled sweetly at me, and began moving herself up and down once more. She was slower this time, more deliberate -- I could feel and see her raising herself up until only the lump and my cockhead remained in her, then her gaping vulva slowly swallowed up the rest of my cock as she lowered herself back down onto me. "That sounds... ooo... like a nice... way to go," she moaned as my prick drove up deep between her thighs. "I... can't let your... cock go to waste like that!"

"Shit, Angie," I said, trying to shift myself down and out of her as she pulled herself upwards once more. "I can't let you..."

"Don't you dare!" she cut in fiercely as she quickly drove herself downwards, capturing my cock with her hungry snatch. "Ohhh... fuck! Don't you fucking... ooo... dare!"

"Angie!" I just about yelled at her. "Stop! Don't do this!"

The look she gave me spoke volumes about her determination. "Mike, I'm going to do this no matter what. If you don't stop trying to pull it out, I can do this," she rotated her hips, keeping my cock fully inside her. I could feel and hear her fluids sloshing about. "I don't think it'll make that much of a difference to you if I keep it up."

Shit. She was right, and we both knew it. My prick was throbbing, and I knew it wouldn't take too much before I could feel the familiar tingling begin at my balls, the surefire sign of my approaching orgasm. "Fuck, Angie, I couldn't forgive myself if..." I began and she shut me up with a finger to my lips.

"Shhh!" she hushed as she slowly raised herself up once more. "Honestly, I prefer this way. I like feeling your cock moving in and out of my pussy like this. Don't you?" At that, she pushed down until her pubis was pressed up hard against mine. I could feel my cock engulfed within her womb. God, the woman was incredible.

I nodded, knowing that further resistance would be futile, Angie would get her way. Poor, sweet Angie. I smiled sadly at her, knowing that we could possibly be fucking our way to death in this godforsaken place.

"Just lie back and let mommy take care of this," she smiled as she raised her hips again, then pushed back down. I could feel her flesh pressing against my cock, opening and closing as she slow-fucked herself on me. "Ooooooh... that's... a good boy!"

Since I wasn't trying to stop myself from coming, it didn't take too long before the tingling began at my balls. Angie somehow knew it was happening, because she began increasing her tempo, sliding my cock more rapidly into and out of her. The tingling sensation rose quickly up the stem of my prick until it reached the lump, where it hesitated. There was a sudden sensation of release as I felt my prick jerk really hard within her.

Angie cried out, a sharp squeal that made me wonder if it was pain or ecstasy she felt. Then I felt something push out of my cockhead. The best way to describe it was that it felt like a walnut was making its way out of my cock. I'd say it was painful, if it wasn't so pleasurable to feel that release.

I think I might have howled (both Angie and Venus said I bellowed like a beast) as the thing in my cock passed out into Angie's womb. That was followed by god knows how many litres of cum -- I don't think I've ever cum that much before and I don't think I'll ever do that again.

"Ohhh Mike!" Angie cried out as she ground her hips hard against mine. "Ohhh... you're like... a fire hose! Ohhhh!"

I think my earlier success at holding back only made this ejaculation more... spectacular. My cock was jerking about and spraying her insides for quite a long time, and I think I might have grayed out a bit because of the volume and intensity of my ejaculation.

Next thing I know, Venus was right next to us, smiling. "You guys gonna let us get some sleep soon?" she said. "Or are you gonna keep this up for a while yet? Kids!"

Angie did not respond to Venus' jibe. She lay on top of me, her head pressed against my neck, gasping for breath. Poor thing, she must have been really exhausted. Or maybe the thing in my cock..?

"Angie?" I reached up and shook her shoulder gently. "Are you OK?"

She did not speak, but I felt her nod her head slightly. She was clearly still a little winded.

"Wow, looks like you've really worn her out, Mike," Venus said. Did I detect a note of jealousy in her voice? "OK, good, I guess that means we'll finally be able to get some sleep."

Then she leaned over and whispered: "Mel is a little disgusted by you guys... so I didn't have the heart to tell her I wanted to be next. But then I think you'll need the rest, Mike."

"It's my turn to keep watch," I said between gasps. Angie wasn't the only one worn out, but I'd already agreed to be on the next watch, and I wasn't about to break my promise. "Hang on, let me catch my breath and I..."

"It's alright, Mike," Venus cut in. "Mel says she doesn't quite trust you still, so she's a little nervous about you keeping watch while we all sleep. Why don't I take over this watch so she goes to sleep first before you go on watch?"

OK, it made sense to me. I agreed and reminded Venus to wake me up when she felt tired. Then I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. Angie was already snoring gently, and I remember worrying about the stuff I'd pumped into her when I realised that my now deflated cock was still stuffed into her vagina.

Venus woke me up what seemed like a good while later. She was yawning, and Angie had apparently rolled off me and was sleeping next to Mel, a short distance away.

"Hey Mike, are you OK to take over?" she said, yawning again. I yawned in sympathy and nodded. "Sorry but I'm feeling a little sleepy now."

"That's OK," I replied, suppressing the urge to ask for the time. There was no point asking how long I'd been asleep since no one had a timepiece here. "Why don't you lie down here a bit?"

She shook her head, and gestured towards the two sleeping girls. "I think Mel will feel safer if I slept next to her."

"OK," I said, disappointed that she'd failed to get my meaning. With both girls asleep, I thought I would spend some quality time with Venus. I wanted to know how she was feeling, and OK, I thought it'd be nice to hold her for a bit too, if she wasn't up to doing anything else.

"You guys are incorrigible," she said as she turned to move towards the sleeping girls. "You and Angie were making enough noise to wake up the dead. Or attract those alien things. Good thing they don't seem to hear very well."

"Well, plants don't have ears, do they?" I said as I sat up. "About Angie..." I wanted to explain what we were doing and especially tell Venus about her sacrifice.

"No need to explain, Mike," she said. Her back was towards me and I still thought I heard just a little smidgen of envy in her tone. "You guys were so into each other your cock was still in her when you fell asleep."

"Hey, it was..." I began, as Venus lay down behind Mel, pressing close to her creamy white back.

"Good night, Mike," dismissed Venus and I realised she wasn't interested in talking about it, so I shut up. I would probably have to explain everything to her later, when she was more inclined to listen.

My watch was uneventful and downright boring, to say the least. I thought of going over to lie next to the girls, but remembered Mel's extreme reaction to my proximity, so I thought the better of it. Instead, I paced up and down, walking past the girls every now and then until I got tired. Then I sat down and kept scanning the area surrounding the girls as I tried not to let the boredom get to me. You only really understand what mind-numbing boredom really means when your surroundings are as featureless as this, I realised.

I wasn't really thinking about anything when one of the girls finally stirred. It was Mel, and both she and Angie had somehow moved while they slept so that they now sandwiched Venus. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, wondering just how that could have happened without my noticing. Damn, maybe I was getting too used to seeing all three naked girls lying together like some teenage boy's wet dream.

Mel sat up and stretched. Then, she seemed to remember what had happened because her hands suddenly came down to cover her breasts and private parts. She looked about and saw me looking at her, and blushed, her hands grasping her body even more tightly. Then she looked down at Venus' naked back, and nudged her with her knee.

"Venus!" I heard her whisper. "Hey, wake up!" 

She nudged her a few more times before Venus began to stir. Angie woke up immediately after that, and both girls began stretching and yawning.

Mel kept her back to me. I could see how tightly she was holding on to her breasts from the way her knuckles were turning a little pink. The other two, however, had no such reservations, standing up and giving me a full frontal view of their nude bodies.

"Fuck that, Mel," I heard Venus say. "You're never gonna be able to keep your hands there all the time."

"I don't care," the girl replied. "I'm not... I don't want him to see me like this."

"Suit yourself," Angie remarked as she walked towards me. She didn't even turn her head to look at Mel as she talked to her. "You can remain the prissy princess for all we care."

When she stood in front of me, she reached up and kissed me on the lips. "Good morning, Mike," she smiled. I threw a quick glance in Venus' direction, but she seemed to be talking to Mel and paying no heed to us. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yeah, it was pretty OK," I said. I was still a little surprised at Angie's actions. What was her purpose? Was she trying to 'stake a claim'? "Umm, so how are... how do you feel?"

"A little full," she grinned, patting her belly. It seemed a little more pronounced than usual. "I think I took on a lot more than I expected I would."

"Listen, I think we..." I tried to talk to her about what I could have put into her.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, darling," she said, and kissed me again, this time a little more deeply. She smelt musky, a strange yet familiar smell I couldn't quite place. "Let's not bore each other with 'what ifs' and 'maybes', OK?"

"Hey you two," Venus chipped in. She suddenly appeared beside us, with Mel a short way behind her. "If you lovebirds don't mind, maybe we should get moving. We have to get home, preferably by today!"

Fuck.



Alternate Reality Ch. 06



I thought of trying to explain to Venus what had gone on and why it was Angie and I were having sex, but I knew it would only make things worse. I would only have made myself look defensive and worse, I'd also risk alienating Angie. Since our last encounter, she seemed to have unilaterally decided that we were an item, and placed her arm around my waist as we walked behind Venus and Mel. Occasionally, she would reach out for my prick to cradle it, almost as if she needed to reassure herself that the lump was truly gone. She would look at me every now and then, but occasionally, when I managed to catch her unawares, she looked pensive, almost sorrowful.

Venus, for her part, did not seem the least bit concerned or interested in either Angie or me. We kept our distance from her and Mel also because Mel kept casting nervous glances at me and we thought it would work better if we kept apart until she was more comfortable. But Venus seemed to take this as further proof of our "relationship", and occasionally called out to us "lovebirds" to hurry up and to "try to resist feeling each other up so much". She never seemed to break stride or slow down to allow us to catch up, though.

I honestly don't know if she was mad or jealous or just uncaring, and it was making me a little nuts. But what could I do? Every possible option seemed to be the wrong one. Venus and Mel also seemed to have been greatly energised by their sleep, and were literally bouncing along as we searched our surroundings for any way out of this plane. There was no slowing down or stopping to rest for either of them, so determined were they to find an exit. During the length of time we walked about, there were times when I'd wanted to stop, because I thought we'd been there before and I wondered out loud to Angie (in hopes of getting Venus' attention too, I should add) if we were walking in circles.

But no, nothing would stop Venus. Not even when Angie suddenly said she needed to 'go'.

Up to that point, it hadn't occurred to me that we'd not really stopped to perform our toilet functions ever since Venus had to pee some way back. I think perhaps we were so caught up in our quest to get out of here none of us thought about it.

When Angie said she had a tummy ache, however, that distinct lack of need suddenly became quite odd. "Hey Venus," I called out to the girl in front. "Angie's got a tummy ache. Let's stop for a while!"

She didn't miss a step. Venus just kept right on walking as if she had not heard me. "Shit," I thought to myself. "this is getting from bad to worse. She's ignoring me now!" I called out to her again, and again, there was no response. It was almost as if I hadn't said a thing... or I didn't exist.

Angie had, in the meantime, moved to the side. I shot a glance at her, and the look she returned me seemed almost sad. "I'll go get them," I said to her as she squatted down at the side of the 'path' we'd been following. It looked like the ever-present alien plants were far enough away from her to pose a threat, so it didn't occur to me that I should stay beside her.

She nodded her agreement, then gritted her teeth and grunted as she tried to bear down. I quickly turned away -- watching women shit or pee is definitely not an erotic episode for me -- and started walking more briskly towards Venus and Mel.

Here's the thing about perspectives -- when your surroundings are featureless, it's really hard to tell distances, and I swear they looked a lot nearer to me than Venus and Mel turned out to be. As it was, it took me going at a fair trot, and for a good while, before I caught up with them.

"Hey! Venus!" I called out as I approached the two girls. I reached out and touched Venus' shoulder and was relieved when she reacted by turning around. "Hey! Angie's got a tummy ache and..."

"No shit, Mike," was her reply. "So where's she? And what are you doing over here when you should be with her?"

Now, when did Venus become such a bitch? I opened my mouth to berate her but was stopped by the look in Mel's eyes. She had turned around too when I spoke to Venus, but her eyes were not trained on my face. She was staring hard at something behind me.

Damn. I kind of knew what I'd see as I turned around to look in the same direction. In the distance, I could see what looked like a young woman slowly being raised up from a squatting position. We were far enough away so I couldn't really tell what it was that was lifting her up off the ground, but I had a pretty good idea.

I moved to run back towards Angie when I heard her scream and saw that she was struggling. It was clear she was in the grip of an alien plant, and it looked like she was doing her best to get out of it. Venus surprised me by suddenly holding on to my shoulder and saying: "Leave her."

Just like that. Two cold syllables that essentially spelt Angie's doom. "Leave her." I remembered what Angie had said about not leaving anyone behind and started to protest, but Venus cut me off: "She's too far away. She'll be done for by the time you get there."

I shook my head, unable to believe that the same woman who'd earlier encouraged me to try to save Angie was now asking me to let her be. What had happened to Venus? Did something happen between Venus and Angie? And why wasn't I aware of it? Was I asleep when they had a falling out? "I don't think we should..." I began and she cut me off again.

"Stop being such a sentimentalist," she said sharply, shocking me with her tone. "Look at her. She's finished. Done. There's nothing you can do about it."

I looked at the distant figure of the naked Angie struggling, being lifted off the ground, and doubtlessly, being fucked in her pussy and ass. Deja-vu. There it was again. I felt very strongly that I'd seen this scene before, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out when or where.

"We've got to keep moving, Mike," said Venus. Her breathing sounded louder and heavier than before. What the hell was going on? "Angie would want us to do that."

I looked once again at Angie in the clutches of the alien plant, and wondered what I should do. When I turned back to speak to Venus, I saw that she had continued walking, away from poor Angie. I still had half a mind to go back for Angie, but Venus was moving really fast and I was certain I wouldn't be able to catch up with her if I didn't go with her.

"Hey, Venus, wait up!" I called out to her once more and she ignored me, striding forward with Mel in her tow. I turned away from Angie, a little sick in the heart... but Venus was probably right. We were too far away to help her, given the way the plant had her in its clutches. It still didn't feel right, but I felt I had little choice. At least, sticking with Venus and Mel meant that two of the girls would remain safe. For now.

As I trotted off in the direction Mel and Venus were headed, I thought I heard shouting behind me. It sounded like a guy was back there, and I felt a little less guilty. Maybe someone else who was closer to her would be able to help Angie out of her predicament.

IOnce again, it took me quite a while to catch up to the two girls ahead of me. Granted, any normal man would want to dally behind just to watch their lovely naked bottoms flexing and bouncing as they walked, but the truth was they were much faster than I thought they would be. I was a little winded by the time I caught up with them again, and had to resist the urge to reach out and forcibly turn Venus around to face me. This was really so unlike the sweet Venus I knew.

Instead, I spoke to her. "Hey... hey Venus! Slow up a bit, will you?" I grumbled. "What's the big rush?"

She walked a few steps more, then stopped and finally turned to look at me. Her eyes were flashing. "The big rush, dear Mike, is that I'm sick and tired of walking around this damned place!" she yelled at me. Mel stood to one side of her, looking a little cowed. "I'm sick of not knowing where we are, of what we're doing, of being naked and of being raped and sodomised by these fucking alien creatures!"

She gesticulated towards the alien plants at the side and they rustled threateningly. I searched her face, expecting Venus to burst into tears at this point, but her eyes were dry and unwavering.

"Venus, I... I'm sorry you feel that way but what happened..?" I asked, no longer certain that I'd made the right decision leaving Angie behind. This was... weird. It was weirder than our surroundings and weirder than the things that had happened since we got here. This was really unlike Venus.

"What happened? You happened," she said with the finality of a judge pronouncing sentence. "You. That happened to Angie because of you. Because she was trying to help you when she got infected. By your cum. And we all know you came loads into her. You're the fucking cause, Mike."

My jaw dropped open. Me? But... there was that plant that pumped two lumps of stuff into Angie. And... oh shit. There was also that hot liquid that I fucked into her. Not to mention that last lump that she... that I...

"Wait a minute," I said, my hackles rising as my defenses kicked in. "I didn't ask for her help! I didn't ask for yours either! Anyway, you weren't infected, and we did it too!"

"I think that infection happened just recently. Like when you guys were going at it like two teenagers discovering sex for the first time," Venus said dryly. "I saw your cock when it went in. It had a lump in it, but when you pulled it out, that lump was gone."

"Fuck, is this what this is all about?" I countered. "You're jealous?"

"Jealous?" she snorted with laughter. "Me? Not in the least, I'm glad I didn't get the same 'treatment' like Angie did. I aim to get myself out of here, alive and uninfected."

"Admit it Venus, you're jealous!" I refused to let go of the idea. "You couldn't stand that we were doing it while you were sleeping with your crazy friend over there."

Venus laughed out loud again. "If it makes you happy, Mike. If it makes you happy to think like that..."

"In any case, if the infection occurred because of our last session, it would have to be Mel's fault!" I suddenly went for her soft spot, knowing Venus would turn defensive if her friend was brought into it. "She was the one who kicked me and cause the lump to..."

"Oh, that's a riot, Mike," Venus kept laughing. "Sure, it's her fault. Everything is someone else's fault. Not your own. Like how you didn't bother to stick with Angie to make sure she was alright? Or how about how you pushed me onto the alien fucking my pussy and ass, that got us into this mess in the first place?"

"That's a low blow," I muttered as I suddenly realised what I was doing. I was all prepared to go on about how everything had been going swimmingly up to the point when we'd found Mel, when the thought wandered into my head: What the fuck was I thinking, going for Venus' jugular like that? And what was... where was Mel??

When Venus and I had begun quarreling I'd swear I saw her standing just a little way behind Venus. As we kept at it, I think I saw her back away a bit, until she was obscured by the raging Venus. Now as I looked beyond Venus' shoulder, I realised Mel was nowhere in sight.

"Fuck, where's Mel?" I said, trying to draw Venus' attention to her missing friend. "Where did she go?"

"Don't try to change the subject," Venus was determined to keep going on at me. "We were talking about..."

I felt I had no other choice. I reached out and slapped her across her face. Hard enough so it would knock some sense into her, but not hard enough to really hurt her. "Venus, Mel isn't there anymore," I said evenly, hoping the blow would turn her back into the Venus I knew. "Look, she's gone."

"Well, that's so manly, isn't it?" she retorted, holding the side of her face where I'd struck her. "Instead of talking it out, you have to resort to violence."

"Venus, Concentrate and LISTEN to what I'm saying. Mel is gone," I raised my voice, desperate to get her to realise something was awry. "She was standing right behind you a minute ago and now she's not there anymore."

"Yeah, right. So you want me to turn around so you can..." she began, but she did turn her head a bit to look behind her. "Shit. Mel! Where the fuck are you?"

I almost piped up with "I told you so" but decided to keep quiet. Perhaps the unusual situation we found ourselves in had taken a toll on Venus' psyche, and it was getting harder for her to retain her composure. Instead, I volunteered: "We should look for her."

"Yes, let's," Venus agreed, her recent pique seemingly forgotten in an instant. "She can't have gone far. Mel! Mel, where did you go?"

We started moving in the direction we thought she'd headed, keeping our eyes trained on the alien plants on either side of us, just in case Mel had wandered off the 'safe path'. We were side by side, Venus and I, and it felt good to be working together again, instead of blaming each other. Venus kept calling out to her friend, but we didn't hear any reply.

Then we saw her. At first, I thought we'd run a full circle and come back to where Angie was. Something twisted inside as we approached the white figure entangled within a voluminous bush-like alien. She didn't seem to be screaming or struggling much, and my first thought was that it was Angie I was looking at. I cringed inside as I thought I would see the results of Angie's sacrifice to save me.

Yes, I felt really bad about it. Although I'd denied it when Venus brought it up, it had played on my mind as we searched for Mel. Poor, sweet Angie. Angie, who did what she thought she had to do twice, to save me from the alien infection in my cock and balls. And who'd probably been infected even that first time when I came so hard into her womb. I tried to pass it off as a possibility that she'd been infected by the plant we'd found her entangled in, but I had to admit the greater possibility that I was the vector of infection. And... I suspected the only reason why Venus was uninfected was because she only stuck me in her ass. My prick had not entered her pussy at all. Maybe that was the purpose of these alien plants, to fuck and plant their seeds of infection within the women's wombs. It made me feel a little sick to think I might have been their tool.

As we drew nearer, though, I realised that it wasn't Angie we were looking at. It was Mel. She was in the middle of the thing, suspended in mid-air... at least, that was what I thought until I got a clearer look and realised that her limbs were being held apart by the alien's branches... and she had been deeply impaled in her ass. Her pussy was hanging out, the deep pink cleft clearly visible on the white plump flesh of her groin, and just under and behind that, I could see a thick grey branch snaking into her asshole.

"Fuck, no! Mel!" Venus screamed as she saw her friend. I think she might have expected that she was looking at Angie's body impaled on the alien plant too, until we got closer. "Mel! Are you alright? Mel! Can you hear me?"

There was no response from the girl at all. She appeared to be in some sort of daze, and the only reaction we saw was from the plant, which pulled her legs further apart, making her vulva gape wider. Clearly, this alien wasn't mucking around.

"Mike! You... you've got to do something to help her," yelled Venus. "The alien... it's going to... you've got to fuck her Mike! Now!"

I didn't see any alien implements threatening Mel's obscenely yawning snatch, but I knew Venus was probably right. Given what the aliens had been trying to do to the girls since we got here, I didn't think I should wait to see what it was planning to do to her before acting. Fuck it, here I go again.

"Go on, Mike! Get into her pussy!" Venus yelled again, and I did as I was told, wading through the alien's branches towards the girl whose white, spread thighs seemed like an open invitation. She looked like a kebab waiting to be skewered.

"Fuck her pussy, Mike! Plug her so it doesn't get anything into her!" Venus yelled from somewhere behind me. I wanted to reply that there was already something in her, but I knew what she meant -- Venus had probably reached the same conclusion as I had, that the alien's interest was in penetrating the girl's womb.

So I stepped forward, brushing aside the alien branches. I was a little surprised that it was so easy to make my way deeper towards the girl trapped in the middle of the bush. Maybe this alien wasn't much of a fighter. Or maybe it was because I was a guy and it didn't know how to deal with one. When I reached Mel, I realised that the alien plant had pulled her legs up and outwards so that her pubis was cocked at exactly the right angle for me. Damn, this was convenient!

I placed my cockhead up against her now exposed vagina and pressed inwards. I could feel her pussy resist, then accept my probing cock into its depths. As I did so, Mel's eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she began to scream.

"Oh! Stop! Stop! Help!" Mel yelled. "Stop! It's too big! Oh! NO! STOP!"

Her screams were a stark accompaniment to Venus' loud promptings behind me. "That's it! Fuck her! Put it all the way in!" Mel's best pal was yelling at me. "Get it deep, as deep as you can!"

"Oh! Stop! Please!" Mel continued wailing as my cock lodged in the deep valley between her straining thighs.

OK, rape was never my thing, you know, and when Mel yelled out like that, I swear tried to pull myself out of her. I say "tried" because even as I thought of doing that, I found I couldn't execute the action. In fact, the opposite was happening -- I was sinking up deeper between Mel's spread thighs. What the..?

That was when I realised that the damned alien had wrapped its branches around my back and was drawing me inwards, towards the protesting girl. I could feel her inner flesh open, spreading around my intruding cock, and the more I resisted and kept pushing back, the more the plant pulled me forward, and deeper into her.

Mel was crying now, tears streaming down her face as she objected to her penetration. "Oh god, stop! Stop it!" she screamed. "Oh, it's too deep! Take it out! Please! Don't do this!"

I wanted to, I swear I did. Like I said, rape isn't my thing, and when a woman says stop, I will. Except in this case, the damned alien plant wrapped around my ass wasn't allowing me to. Venus was still urging me on and I didn't know why she didn't see or hear what was going on. Surely it was clear to her that Mel didn't want me to go on?

Then I felt something insinuating itself between my asscheeks and realised that I'd been wrong about this alien plant all along. I had found it easy wading into the fucking thing because it had let me come in. Its purpose was not to rape Mel at all; its purpose was to hold her open so that some fool like me would come along and stick my cock into her opened vagina.

Now it had me where it wanted me. And it was going to secure the deal. "Fuck, no!" I yelled as I felt something brushing against, then brutally pushing into my asshole. "Fucking bitch! Fuck!"

But the alien wasn't about to stop, of course. I felt more of the thing pushing into me and I wanted to throw up. This was really not arousing at all. I think I would've gone soft in an instant, if it wasn't for the fact that my cock was now completely engulfed by hot, wet pussy flesh. That Mel was fighting back and making her insides twist and massage my cock wasn't helping at all.

Then the damned thing in my ass started to vibrate and I felt myself harden even more. Mel screamed something about it being too big or too deep or something like that. I couldn't tell because I was yelling too. I suddenly understood the alien's intent. It was massaging my prostate, preparing me, manipulating me so that I would cum into Mel.

Fucking A. Venus was right all along. I was the vector of infection. The alien plant's deliberate trap and masterful manipulation of my gonads was proof positive that the aliens wanted me to spurt my seed into Mel, so that she would get infected too. As I felt the tingling begin at the base of my dick, I briefly wondered if I'd gotten any of my other hypotheses wrong. Then I remembered Venus.




Alternate Reality Ch. 06



"Hey! Venus! Help me!" I shouted at the girl behind me. Why wasn't she helping me? Wait a minute. If she was convinced I was the vector of infection, why was she urging me to fuck her best friend? Wouldn't that only spread the infection to Mel? Surely, she wouldn't do that unless she was... one of them...

"Damn," I thought to myself. "I'm fucked!"

The alien branches had wrapped around Mel and me, so that I could feel her breasts move against my chest as she sobbed and moaned. We were cheek-to-cheek, my face pressed up to the right of hers so I couldn't look into her eyes, but I could hear her very clearly. She was whimpering, begging me: "Oh please! No, don't do this!"

"I'm trying to stop this," I replied through gritted teeth. Having something moving in your ass when you don't appreciate that sort of thing was traumatic, to say the least, and I was trying my darned best to keep in control. "It... the alien is doing this... to us..."

"Oh! Please!" Mel whimpered again as my cock bumped up against the end of her sheath. She sounded tired, almost resigned to the fact that she was getting raped. "I'm not... Please don't... cum into me... Doooooooh!"

I couldn't see what made her squeal like that but I had a pretty good idea because I could feel something moving down between our bodies. It was small, probably a small branch or vine of some sort, that had somehow worked its way into the narrow space between our lower abdomens. When I first felt it, I thought its purpose was to grab hold of my cock and balls to expedite my orgasm, but I felt it move towards Mel instead. When she moaned again and again, i realised it had probably latched onto her clitoris, to work the poor girl towards her climax.

"Oooooh! Pl... please!" she groaned. "Make it... stop! Ohhh! I can't... take much... more!"

"I wish I could," I whispered in her ear. "I can't. It's... making me... oh fuckkkkk!"

The tingling in my dick was climbing rapidly to the tip, and I knew I was really close. I tried to hold back, I really did, but the fucking alien knew what it was doing to me back there. The clincher was when Mel suddenly came, her already tight vagina spasming, urgently milking at my cock.

"Urrgh! Mel, don't!" I grunted as she began screaming, her soft body thrumming against mine as her pussy went into overdrive. "I can't hold..!"

Then I came. That was an understatement to say the least. Even the word 'erupted' would not have done justice to what really happened. The tingling reached the very tip of my dick, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I roared as I felt a monstrous amount of fluid rush up and out of me. I'm not sure about this, but I thought I could feel something inside her give way at the same time -- perhaps it was the confluence of our orgasms, or perhaps it was just the sheer power and ferocity of my own own climax, but it felt as if something opened up inside her, and where my cock was being held snugly right up to the very tip, I could suddenly feel a bit of space at the very end of her sheath.

Up to then, I thought I'd had the biggest ejaculation I'd ever experienced, but this one was volcanic compared to the rest. I could actually feel my seminal fluid leaving me in tidal waves, and I was sure Mel was feeling it too because she kept moaning with each jerk and spurt inside her. It was so massive an ejaculation that I barely had time to wonder if it was humanly possible to produce such a volume of fluid before everything suddenly turned dark.

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The day was hot and sunny, and I snapped out of my reverie to see that I wasn't wearing what I normally wear to class. Instead, I appeared to be dressed like some sort of gardener, and in my hands, I carried a bucket and a pair of shears. Although the scene wasn't as familiar as my classroom, I felt comforted because I recognised the place. I was on campus! 

In the distance, I could see two girls walking towards me. They were dressed in bright, colourful sundresses. Although they were still too far from me for me to be able to distinguish their features, I knew who they were in an instant. Vanessa and Melody! It was such a relief to know everything was alright, and that all that stuff and nonsense about alien plants and alternate realities (whatever that was), was all just a bad dream. Maybe I'd been standing in the sun for too long. Or maybe I'd eaten a bad taco for lunch.

"Hey!" I heard somebody shout behind me, and I turned. It was... what was her name now? Andie? It didn't matter, because she was alright. I could see her smiling at me as she waved. I was glad that she was alright because I was almost certain that I'd caused her... infection... left her to... to... God, what have I done?

As I remembered what I'd done to the girls the bright sunshine, the flower beds, the girls, the very campus ground under my feet began to whirl about, slowly at first, then picking up speed as I tried to stay upright. No. No. No. No!

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I was immediately depressed when I opened my eyes to find that the nice, familiar comfortable scene I'd just witnessed was just a dream. I was back in the same place. The alternate plane. I'd just done... something to... someone. Damn, I'm getting old. I'm beginning to forget things.

I rubbed my eyes and slowly raised myself to a sitting position. Hmmm. I remember... one girl. No, two girls. Or was it three? We were together in this awful place. We were looking for something, I think.

I looked around me and saw the little clump of plants that I'd awakened in the middle of. I think I... they looked vaguely familiar, and I had the distinct feeling I should feel some sort of emotion towards them. What were they? They didn't look like anything I'd learned about, and I'd seen a lot of plants in my lifetime. Wait. What was that about... teaching?

I shook my head. Nothing was making any sense. Maybe the girls... maybe they could help. I got to my feet slowly and stumbled out of the vegetation, onto a small, rough path. Hmmm. I seemed to be alone. Where did the girls go? I looked down at myself and noted that I was none the worse for wear. My backside felt a little funny though, as if I'd sat on something wrong. Damn. What was it? Where was I?

The place didn't have any features I recognised. It looked like a cave, except that it was no cave that had any right to exist. The floor was textured and almost flesh-like to the touch, and I bounced slightly with each step I took. I thought to go to the walls for a closer look, but I didn't like the look of the plants that were in my way. 

Hmmm. I remember now... I was looking for a way out of this strange place. This place that I couldn't understand. That we couldn't understand. I remember the girls who were with me, but I can't think of their names right now. They were... naked, I think. All of us were. And we were... Did I..?

My memories returned slowly, like the sunrise in early spring. Yes, I did. I fucked them all. Two of them twice. In both holes. They were quite alike, the two of them, except that one was slightly taller than the other and the shorter one had longer hair. No wait, she had short hair. The third one, the dark-skinned one, she was the one with the long hair.

Wow. This is getting quite confusing. I think I should stop thinking and start moving. Towards what? I'm not sure. I think I should just follow the path and try to look for something. Anything. Maybe look for the girls. Maybe they'll remember and they can help me remember.

Yes, I fucked all three of them. in both holes. One of them liked it and wanted more, the other didn't at first but enjoyed it after a while. The dark one, she was the most cool, but also the most interesting. I'm not sure, but I think I only did her in the ass. No, I did her pussy too, I'm almost sure of it.

Fuck that. I'm getting distracted. That's no way to go about my quest, which was to... is to get out of this place. Back to where I came. Back to the familiar place, where I could go back to... to... Did I have a family? Friends? What did I do before I came to this goddamned place?

OK, I'll worry about that when I come to it. First things first. Let's find a way out. What was that?

I heard a low, hollow pop sound some way ahead of me, and decided to investigate the source of the sound. At the very least, it gave me something to do in this strange place.

I don't think I had to run too far before I was confronted with The Sight. I call it so because it was the most beautiful, the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. When I first realised what it was, I almost stumbled and fell, so surprised was I to see such a thing.

From a distance, it looked like something was hanging out the wall ahead of me. It was long and dark in most parts, except for a small white triangle at the very top, which also happened to be the wider part of it. As I drew closer, I realised that the thing was split down the centre, with two long, slim parts joined to a thicker, round part on top. Nearer still, I finally realised that I was looking at a naked woman's bottom, complete with swimsuit tan lines.

It was a beautiful bottom too, nice and round and not too big. It came with a thick, deeply clefted, hairless vulva pursed demurely between the dangling legs. Of the rest of the woman, there was no sign, and although my initial suspicions were that it was one of those silly, incomprehensible (if completely alluring) art pieces that you see in museums I wouldn't pay to go into, I realised that the woman it belonged to was very much alive because I could see it move.

She appeared to have some control over her bottom, even though she was disconnected from it (as far as I could see). Her legs moved about for a bit, her feet flexing as she appeared to reach for the floor. But she was hanging just a little too high for her to actually touch the ground, so she gave up after a while.

Me, I just kept staring at her pussy and ass. It was such a bewildering and bewitching sight, and I really couldn't help myself anymore after a while. I reached out to touch her right ass cheek. She flinched, her legs flailing when she felt my hand on her buttock, and when I didn't do anything else, she stopped once more.

This was... interesting. I thought of all those times when those girls walked past me, not noticing me because I was just a part of the campus grounds, and wondered if this was one of those girls. And if it were, which of them would it be?

Wait a minute. I'm... don't I teach in a classroom? This could be one of my students. Shit. Just what is it I'm supposed to be?

I suppose if I were a teacher, I should stop touching her. But I persisted, putting my left hand on her left buttock. Her reaction was less severe this time. Either she was resigned to her fate or... she was enjoying this. I grinned. OK, since she's enjoying this too...

Slowly, I moved my hands towards the deep cleft at the centre of her butt. I saw the goosepimples rise on her skin as my fingers trailed into the groove and gently parted the muscular globes. Her asshole was a cute, tiny pink rosebud, perched in the middle of that impressive groove. As I looked at it, it drew in, then relaxed a couple of times.

It looked like she was inviting me to do something to it, so I did. I brushed the fingers of my right hand across her convulsing orifice, then slowly and gently probed the muscular ring with one finger.

Now, I'm no expert on anatomy, but even I know that your butt muscles are really strong, so if she really wanted to keep something out of her asshole, she'd clamp down on it really hard. She didn't... in fact, her anus remained relaxed as I pushed my fingertip, then my finger to the first knuckle into her rectum. I pushed gently at the clinging walls within, testing her, and when there was no apparent reaction, I pushed a second finger inside.

Hmmm. Maybe she was so compliant because I was being gentle. Good. I started playing with her asshole, pushing my fingers into her, and pulling them out, observing how her anal ring gripped tightly at my digits when I removed them.

The woman was moving now, but she wasn't moving away from me, she was pushing at me. It seemed her ass wanted more, so I gave it to her. Three fingers, probing, pushing and exploring her rear passage. Since she seemed to like it, I moved my other hand to her pussy just below and spread her labia. Before she could protest (and before I would allow myself to have any second thoughts), I leant down and put my mouth up against her now moist vulva. Thrusting my tongue out as far as it would go, I swept the blade up against her secret valley, making sure to run it across her twitching clitoris before sweeping upwards towards the deeper part of her sex.

She jerked, and it occurred to me that she might be objecting, but I was too far gone to really care. Her pussy was now a sopping wet mess, her fluids leaking from deep within to drip onto the insides of her thighs. By this time, my hand had snuck its way into her asshole, which surprised me a great deal -- her asshole looked far too small for my hand to fit through, but there it was. My hand was inside her narrow rectal sheath, and I couldn't move my fingers much but it was inside her up to the wrist nonetheless.

I said this as if I was completely aware of what was going on with my hand, but the truth was, I was too busy and too focused on what was going on with my tongue on her badly leaking pussy. I felt her flesh twitch and squirm as I worked on her privates, making sure to lavish attention on not just her clitoris, but on every part of her vulva.

She was twitching quite furiously and quite often now, so I knew it was time. I stood up, my hand still embedded in her butt, and guided my engorged cock to her vagina. It looked tiny compared to my erection and for a moment, I wondered if I would tear her apart if I managed to penetrate her. Then the moment passed and I pushed forward, feeling her flesh part before my intruding prick.

As her pussy stretched to accommodate the girth of my cock, I realised that my cock didn't look at all like it normally did. It was odd -- a huge, bulbous monstrosity that looked more like a giant onion. Yet, in spite of its oddness, it looked strangely familiar. As I watched the woman's pussy stretch to allow entry and then slide shut behind the huge head, I suddenly remembered why it was this entire scene was so bewitchingly familiar.

"Venus!" I bellowed, and lost consciousness just as I felt her shove backwards and impale herself completely on my erection.



Alternate Reality Ch. 07



"So, you admit that you raped at least one of the girls? The one called Melody?"

"Melody? You mean Mel? No, I didn't. I was... "

"According to your own account, you raped and sodomised the girl three times! Or are you saying that you were lying?"

"No, I... you see, she was not lucid and I... we decided to..."

"So, according to you, on all three occasions, she wasn't lucid? Is that right?"

"Yes, you see, that's why I..."

"You do know, of course, that when you fuck a girl who's unable to say 'no', that's still considered rape over here?"

"Yes. Well, look, I had to because..."

"You HAD to? OK, let's go along with this... so you HAD to rape and sodomise her to get her to 'wake up' eh?"

"Yes, but that's why Venus and Angie... they..."

"Oh yes, I forgot. You DIDN'T want to do it, but they encouraged you to do it. And according to you, they HELPED you along, did they?"

"Will you let me finish? Yes, that's what they did..."

"Mikhail, are you telling me that not only did you not rape the girl Melody, the other two girls -- let's see -- Vanessa and Andie, they were in on it too? What was in it for them?"

"Mike! My name is Mike! And the girls' names were..."

"OK... Mike... let's focus on the question here. So tell me, what was it you did to them to make them so compliant?"

"Make them compliant?"

"Yes. You're a lecturer, not a gardener, right? So you know what compliant means, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I did nothing to Venus and Angie. Venus and Angie, that's their names. Not what you're calling them."

"So the girls went along with your scheme to sexually assault the girl Melody then?"

"Melanie. We called her Mel for short. Yes. No. I mean, they..."

"Listen to me PROFESSOR. Given me a logical explanation for why two university students would assist or participate in a plot to rape and sodomise their classmate? Especially when one of them is supposedly the best friend of the victim?"

"That's just it. You're not listening. No, you're not. I told you what happened. I told you about the alternate plane..."

"Blah blah de blah. You listen to yourself PROFESSOR, and you tell me right now that what you've said makes sense."

"I know it... but it's true. I swear..."

"I'm just about ready to swear too, Mikhail. Yes, that's your name. You've never been known as Mike to any one of your colleagues or friends. You wanna know what I think, fella? I think you're just playing this up so you can cop an insanity plea to get off the charges we're gonna press on you. Well, I'm not buying that!"

A fist thumped on the heavy wooden table.

"Look, I know it sounds crazy but it's the truth. Test me!"

"Hahahaha! That's rich, that! Hey, I know that polygraphs can be manipulated. I'm no dumb beat cop, so don't try that on me."

"Fuck, if you won't listen..."

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I don't know what you've done to the girls' bodies, but I have your recorded statement right here where you admit fucking them on several occasions! And the judge and jury are gonna have a hard time believing that you're such a hot lover they each willingly had sex with you! You're just a gardener, you fuck! And you're gonna tell me just what it was you did with their bodies!"

"No point me talking, right? You seem to have all the answers, you tell me!"

There was a sound of a loud slap, followed by something heavy falling and bumping against the table.

"You fucking smart mouth. I'm gonna get you, you hear? You think you're smart enough to beat this rap? You think that crazy story's enough to get you off? You just wait and see!"

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"So what do you think, doc?" the detective asked her as she looked at the ongoing interrogation. She tapped her pen against her lips as she assessed the situation.

"I'm not sure violence will help at all," Christina said as she watched the detective hit the man again. "Why don't you just stop that and let me work on him?"

"Sure thing," the detective smirked. "You're the doc after all."

Christina smiled. She was used to being called "Doc" or "Dr C" by the detectives who worked with her. As the youngest ever forensic psychologist assigned to the police department, she had faced much resistance to her appointment, but with time and an impressive number of highly accurate assessments of criminal behaviour, her status had risen in the detectives' eyes. Because many of the detectives were older than her, they had finally settled on the honorific title "Doctor" to show their respect.

Of course, her looks worked against her as well. Christina was of average height, fit from regular visits to the gym, and had a "figure to die for", according to all her ex-boyfriends (and some of her less-envious girlfriends). She wasn't inordinately proud of her creamy white complexion or her rather large breasts that had the men drooling all over her whenever she wore any off-shoulder or more revealing blouses, nor was she too concerned that more than equal attention was often paid to her small waist and her shapely buttocks and well-defined legs.

"Drop-dead gorgeous" and "visual masterpiece" were phrases often heard in reference to Dr C, in equal measure with less complimentary phrases like "cock tease" and "frigid lesbian". She knew that her looks worked against her more than they did for her -- most guys expected women like her to be bimbos, or to put out the moment they asked her for dinner.

Which was why she hadn't been inclined to engage in anything other than professional relationships since she broke up with her last boyfriend 4 years ago. Being considered "hot" by many was no guarantee her boyfriend would be faithful, she had found out when she bumped into him and his new paramour in a fancy restaurant. To make things worse, the woman he was with was, well... plain.

That was when she concluded that the sole motivation for men wasn't beauty but sex. It was a startling revelation for her, after several days of shutting herself up in her room and crying. But it was a good lesson for her too, and it helped shape her dealings with men thereafter.

No boyfriends and a reputation for being cool and sexy was what drove the men around her wild, she found... and engendered her reputation for being the said cocktease and a frigid lesbian.

That second myth could not be further from the truth, she had thought to herself when she first heard about it. Like any young woman her age, Christina had a healthy sexual appetite. She loved sexy underwear and wore lace undies because they made her feel sexy, but not because she was planning for someone to see her in them. She just didn't see the point in trusting another man when so many of them had shown themselves to be shallow, self-serving, sex-hunting animals. As for the lesbian part, she had never tried doing it with another woman too, so she thought it pretty ironic that the men were saying these things about her, Sour grapes, that's what it was.

She smiled because she knew why the detective had smirked at her. He was relatively new to the force, and had joined the special crimes unit only recently. Just like every other guy who joined the department, his clumsy attempts at wooing her made her laugh as much as it irritated her. No class, no technique, and worst of all, he was just too focused on bedding her. She could see it in his eyes.

"Detective Bryan, isn't it?" she asked lightly. The turnover in the department had been astronomical in recent months, and it had been a struggle to remember all the new names, never mind connect them to the new faces. What she would give to go back to when life was simpler, she thought to herself, when all the old detectives were mostly father figures to her, and not lechers hoping for a quick lay. "Can you get that guy out of there?" she pointed to the detective who was still slapping the suspect. "I'd like to speak to the suspect alone."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, doc?" the detective was still smirking. "We've got him in here for rape, sodomy and god knows what else. Being alone with him in that room..."

"Which is secured and within a police station," she cut in. "I think I can handle a guy who's handcuffed, detective."

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to suggest..." he apologised as he realised he had impugned her professional abilities. "Well, I just meant to say you might need some protection..."

"From you, more likely," she thought to herself as she replied: "That won't be necessary, detective. I've had to deal with far more dangerous types than this guy before."

"OK then. I'll be just outside if you need me," he volunteered, before turning and heading into the interrogation room to get the other detective to step out. She smiled again. "Oh, my hero!" Christina thought to herself. "At least, that's what he's hoping I'll be thinking. Hahahahaha. It'll be a cold day in hell when I need your help, detective."

She watched as the two detectives walked out of the room. The other one was older, and she'd known him for quite a while now. He took his job seriously... too seriously at times, in her opinion, but he was a good cop. An earnest cop, who was really determined to rid the streets of lawbreakers or "scum", like he liked to call them.

"Are you sure about this, Dr. C?" he said as he came up to her. "I mean, I know you're good, but this guy, he's something else. Firstly, he doesn't admit his name, then he insists that the girls he's referring to have different names..."

"He seems very certain, doesn't he?" she said, biting her lower lip. It was a habit she had kept since she was a child. "Are you sure the names we have are correct?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. The three are on a long list of missing persons from this morning," the detective replied. "The descriptions he gave also match those for Vanessa M, Andie N and Melody G."

"Except that he seemed to get confused over some of the details," she remarked. Her eyes wandered to the lone figure sitting in the room, his head bowed. "I think he started off telling us Vanessa had long hair, and then somewhere in the middle she had short hair. What about skin colour, build? And what about the other victims?"

"According to him, Vanessa was tanned and dark, with long hair and a large build. Andie was small and fair, with short hair and Melody was somewhere between the two, also fair, with long hair to the waist. Most of the descriptions -- skin colour, build -- match, except that Andie wasn't working at the canteen. OK, well, she was, but she was a student of the university temping at one of the stalls."

"He didn't say that she was a student, did he?" she asked. The suspect was still bowed over the table, unmoving. He looked... broken, like someone who was ready to tell the truth. Not like someone who was prepared to brazenly continue to lie. "That's interesting."

"Maybe he didn't know," the older detective suggested. The younger Bryan was hanging back, listening in and waiting to chip in his view. "Maybe he just saw them walking past him everyday and fancied them enough to do the dirty on them. Maybe he got tired of being unnoticed by these objects of his lust that he just snapped one day." 

"That's just it," Christina remarked to her colleague. "He's not even willing to admit to being a gardener, never mind his name. That's highly unusual in these types of cases. Did you try asking him about the plants on campus?"

"No, I didn't. He seems to know an awful lot about what goes on in the classrooms though. Maybe he spent a lot of time peering through the class windows. And that theory he had, about alternate planes? That one's a bit surprising coming from a gardener."

"I had a look in his file," Christina admitted. "Nothing in there about any interesting reading habits. In fact, there were no books in his apartment, which makes it unlikely that he was really into this sci-fi stuff and was acting out his fantasies. Oh yes, we should close the gaps in this case: Do we have the results of the DNA tests yet?"

"No, not yet," the detective admitted. "We tested the girls' clothes that we found too, along with... the stuff we found on his cock. Sorry doc!"

"No need, we're all adults here," she smiled. The older ones were still respectful and gentlemanly, to the extent that they would apologise for any uttered vulgarities. "Apart from that, we'll need to close the gap on just whom it is we're talking about. That list of missing persons is long, right?"

"Yeah, it is," the detective understood what she was getting at right away. No substitute for experience in this business. "We went through the list and the most likely persons he was referring to were Vanessa, Andie and Melody. Most of the descriptions fit these three girls too. But you're right... we should get the photofit people in to get their descriptions from him. I'm not sure he'll co-operate, though."

"Well, let me try," Christina said confidently. "I'll get him talking!"

"Sex sells, eh doc?" Bryan piped up from behind the senior detective, who turned around and frowned at him. "Smile at him a little, flirt a little and he'll be singing..."

"Maybe you should stick around and see how a real professional works, kid," he growled at his younger colleague and Christina almost laughed out loud. "Not everybody's mind works the way yours does... in the gutter!"

"It's alright, guys," Christina chipped in, just in case the younger detective decided to get tetchy over being told off in front of her. That had happened too many times to too many people in the recent past. "I'll take over. The video's still on, the door'll be locked, and he's even handcuffed in there."

"I know, Dr C," the older detective looked a little ashamed. "Not quite standard protocol, but we could be dealing with a mass murderer here. Worst part is, we don't know how he did it, what he used, what his motives were and where the bodies have gone to."

"All we have is one naked man, babbling about balling three girls," detective Bryan continued, his confidence unswayed. God, was the man really that thick, or did he think he was impressing her? "What a fucking loser. We ought to go in there and give him everything he did to the girls... and then some!"

The senior detective glared at him again, and didn't say anything. Christina knew he would have some private words with detective Bryan later, when she was out of earshot. Older guys were old-fashioned for sure, and in a very endearing way.

"OK, I'm up next then," Christina declared as she held the file close to her body and started to walk to the interrogation room. She knew that the reality was quite the opposite of what detective Bryan had suggested, that she use her looks to get the suspect to talk. She was careful to not distract him from his story, so that he would focus on what he'd done instead of focusing on her. That was why she was usually dressed so severely, with a prim, buttoned up blouse and knee length skirt under a loose lab coat. No, it would not do to try to distract the suspect at all.

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He didn't even look up when she entered the room. That was not normally something that suggested surrender, of course -- some of the most aggressive, most violent suspects were meek and mild up until something, a word, a name or an action, triggered their rage. The thing about this suspect was, well, he just didn't seem to display any potential for defiance, never mind violence. His demeanour, body language, his language strongly sugggested someone at the end of his tether. Mikhail the university gardener looked far more likely to break down and cry than to turn violent.

"Mike? I can call you Mike, right?" Christina said brightly to him as she walked in. She walked to the chair in front of him, placed the large file she had carried in on the table, then sat down. He was still looking down at the table, although he did nod when she referred to him by his preferred name.

"Hi Mike, my name is Christina," she continued, flipping open the file to where a fresh piece of paper had been attached. This was deliberate -- she wanted him to get the impression that she was willing to listen to him.

"Hi Christina," he said, finally raising his eyes to meet hers. She was struck by the intelligence she saw in them. They were not the eyes of a dullard, nor were they the crazed eyes of a lunatic. Instead, they looked like the eyes of a man who understood many things, about life and the universe. A well-read, reasonable man. "I guess you'd be the psychologist?"

"That's an astute observation, Mike. How did you know? Have you been in trouble with the law before?"

"No, of course not. You'd have my records if I had. I kind of guessed they'd send in the pyschologist after they refused to believe my story."

She laughed. "You have to admit that's quite a story, Mike."

He looked miserable. "I know it sounds fantastic, but that's exactly what happened. You know what's the worst thing? When you're telling the truth and everyone thinks you're lying. And you can tell that to your friend behind the one-way glass over there." He nodded at the mirrored surface behind her.

She took out a pen from her pocket. "You mean Charlie? I'm sorry about that... Charlie is dedicated to a fault. He's determined to eradicate crime from the streets and he's an honest and direct sort of fellow. He's a little too earnest at times, but that's because he really wants to get at the truth."

"And you? That's what you're here for, isn't it?" he gazed at her impassively. "The truth. Well, you've got it all recorded down. The truth, I mean."

"OK, I'm not going to ask you to repeat yourself," she said, switching tack. Her ballpoint pen clicked and the nib peeked out. It descended to the clean sheet of paper, and stopped at the top left hand corner, ready to glide into action with his words. "I just want to clarify some details."

"OK, shoot. Don't worry about me, I've got all the time in the world," he said flippantly, and she laughed. A sense of humour. That's good.

"OK, you've given us a complete account of what happened since you left your apartment this morning. What I'd like to know is: what happened after you..." she flipped a page in the file. "... fucked Vaness... Sorry, Venus. In the pussy."

"I don't know. I honestly don't. All I know is that I found myself standing in an open field, naked. And your guys came running up not too long after."

"Mmm hmmm," she murmured, letting the pen glide over the fresh page. "So the last thing you remember was putting yourself into her vagina, and boom! you're suddenly naked in a field?"

"Yes. No. Actually I don't know," he said, his eyes reflecting his confusion. He was really unsure of the facts, she thought to herself, and noted it down. "I assumed it was Venus. I mean, it was exactly like the image I saw when I first came upon her in the bushes and saw her behind in the other plane. Even my cock... sorry... even that looked like that alien thing that was... that was..."

"Penetrating her," Christina finished the sentence for him. "It's OK, Mike. I appreciate that you're uncomfortable mentioning such words in front of me, but remember that I'm a doctor and I'm an adult. There's nothing you can say that'll embarrass me."

"Yeah, OK, you're right," he muttered. "I can't say for sure, and at the time, I couldn't even tell... but when I saw how my... how it went in and got swallowed up, I... remembered. It could have been Venus, and it probably was her, but I didn't see her face and couldn't hear her voice at all."

"So there was no way of knowing who it was then?" Christina asked. "But you did sodomise her, didn't you?"

"Yes I... like I told you guys, I was paralysed and she..."

"Yes, she offered you her ass. I believe those were your words. What about this Andie... wait, you called her Angie, right? What about her? You had sexual relations with her several times, according to your account. Both in her vagina and her anus."




Alternate Reality Ch. 07



He nodded and looked even more miserable. "That... yeah. She was... she saved me, you know. My, um, cock would've exploded if not for her. I... can we not talk about her? I feel really bad about her."

"Why, Mike?" Christina pressed the issue. This could be the breakthrough she was hoping for. "Why do you feel bad about her? What did you do to her?"

"I... infected her," he said, and she was surprised to see tears in his eyes. "She got left behind because of me."

"Left behind? Tell me where, Mike."

"There. In the other plane. The aliens got her."

"The other plane?"

"The alternate plane."

"Oh, that plane. Umm... do you think you could take us to where you last saw her?"

"I told you guys, it just happens indiscriminately. I have no control over it. I'd like to take you there because it'll prove I'm not lying, but I can't just summon it up like that."

"Summon? You mean like in a magic spell?" Christina was scribbling furiously now. Magic? Was that what he believed had happened?

"No, I mean the dimensional slip! Look, I know you're not likely to believe me, so there's no point..."

"OK, take it easy, Mike," she used an even tone to calm him down. She wouldn't be able to get anything useful from him if he became agitated. "I'm here to find out more, alright?"

"You don't believe me, do you? Come on, admit it!"

"I'll be honest, Mike. It's tough believing what you're saying. I mean, dimensional slips, alternate planes, alien plants raping women... what would you think if you were in my position, and had no proof that such things existed or occurred?"

"Exactly the same as you," he said glumly. 'Except... I was there."

"OK, tell you what, then. Give me a reasonable explanation for how you ended up here. If what you said was true, there was no way out. How in the world did you end up here, naked, and with the girls' clothes all around you?"

"Tell me something first," he said suddenly. "The three of them... they weren't the only ones who went missing, right?"

"How did y..." Christina began, caught off-guard by his question. The mass disappearances had thus far been kept a secret. No point in starting a mass panic when no one really knew what was going on. "OK, yes, you're right."

"And there's no way of explaining how they disappeared? By all accounts, they were roughly in the same geographical area when they disappeared? How about their clothes? All lying on the floor like they'd just stepped out of them?"

She realised that she was losing control of the interrogation. "Mike, I'm here to find out what went on. I'll ask the questions, alright?"

"I've just described everything to a T, haven't I?" he challenged. He wasn't about to let it go.

"Alright, yes, you're right," she said, frustrated. For a simple gardener, he was certainly displaying a better quality of brainpower than she had expected. And grudgingly, Christina had to admit she respected him for that. Damn. He was quite good looking too. "OK, since you know all that, can you explain what happened then?"

"It's mostly conjecture on my part, but I'll give it a try," he said, smiling wanly.

Christina was shocked to find herself wondering: In another life, given different circumstances, would she have considered getting together with this intellectual gardener? "Behave yourself, Chris," she mentally reminded herself as she nodded at him to continue.

"I'd been pondering about this for a good while, but I think our... Venus and mine, I mean... initial hypothesis was correct. These dimensional slips or wormholes were opening up gaps into other universes. Not in the sense of other planets, but more other versions of the same reality. Or at teast, the reality we're most familiar with."

Her pen flew across the page and she had to reach for a fresh piece of paper as he continued.

"I think something happened to create these slips. I don't know what it was -- it could have been experiments involving supermagnets or something powerful like that -- but whatever the cause, the effect was that these wormholes appeared randomly and with no discernible pattern. The net result of these was that large groups of people would disappear."

He paused to catch his breath, as if he was trying to tell her everything before it all escaped him. "Interesting," she thought, and noted this down.

"Only the people would disappear, by the way, not their clothes. That's the funny thing about these wormholes. Maybe only living organic matter would pass through them. Anyway, it's important to remember that when we're talking about alternate planes, we're not talking about alternate worlds. That is to say, a different world from ours, but only by very small degrees."

"So the difference would be miniscule, like say, between the length of a person's hair, or his job or life experiences?" she queried, her pen pausing. His theory was interesting, to say the least. Especially when it was coming from a gardener whose record showed only an elementary education. It would take a lot more imagination and intellectual ability than Mikhail had displayed in his entire life, right up to now.

"Exactly. Or in the named. Vanessa, Venus. Melanie, Melody. You get my drift."

"And Angie and Andie," she pressed. She was getting close. He was beginning to associate the names of the missing girls with the names he'd come up with for them.

"Yes, that's right. That's why you call me Mikhail, when my name, in my own reality, is Michael."

"OK, I get that," she agreed in order to encourage him . "So what you're saying is that you come from another reality where you're really a professor in the university and not a gardener on campus?"

"Yeah, that's right," he said, looking relieved. He thought she believed him. Good.

"Help me understand something if you will, Mike," she said, looking steadily at him. "What about the featureless world that you described in most of your account? How does that fit into the theory of an alternate plane like you described? And if living organic matter passes through those wormholes, wouldn't we have some of those alien plants you described?"

"I'd been thinking a bit about that," he said, his eyes moving up and to the right. He wasn't applying his creativity, he was actually thinking rationally. "You're right, of course. If that were true, there would be some aliens here as well."

"The most rational explanation is that the wormholes don't connect directly to the other, alternate planes, but to a non-definable, unfixed dimension that exists between our planes," he continued as she stayed silent, waiting for his eventual confession. "A kind of limbo. I think the place I went to kind of rotates between the planes, and those who are sucked up into the wormholes are actually transported into that mid-plane. Eventually, we get spun out just like water flying off a spinning top."

"OK, let me get this straight then," Christina wanted to clarify his statements so that he would somehow admit his part in the disappearances. "What you're saying is that in another plane of existence, there's a Michael, Venus, Angie and Melanie. Somehow, all you got sucked into that mid-plane, and were attacked by the aliens while you were there. So what happened to OUR Mikhail, Vanessa, Andie and Melody? Where did they go? Are they now in that mid-plane?"

"I'm not sure," he said. He looked like he was really earnest in telling the truth. "I think they might be. Then again, given the incidents we went through in that mid-plane, it's also possible that when one version of us comes close to another version of us, only one remains."

"You mean to say that of the two, one has to die?" Christina queried. It was as good a time as any to put in words that could potentially upset him. "Is that what happened?"

"No. I don't know. I don't think so," he said. He still looked very earnest and she found it quite difficult to believe he was lying or trying to concoct such a fantastic story with so much detail. "When I think about it, I realise that we never ever came across another version of ourselves at any point of time. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe that mid-plane is so featureless that time doesn't make sense either."

"Time doesn't make sense?"

"Our version of time. Our linear concept of time, I mean. Look, I know time is a concept created by man... sorry, humans... in order to put some order and framework upon events that regularly repeat themselves. Spring, summer, autumn, winter... even night and day. But the one thing we insisted on when we came up with the concept was that we couldn't, ever, go back in time. We could only ever go forward."

"And you're saying we can go back in time then?"

"No, I'm suggesting... how should I put this?.. My theory is that our concept of time doesn't work in the mid-plane. Remember Mel's recollection of me... of my raping her? She spoke of it as if it were in the past, but later on, when we finally found her, that was when I actually did umm... fuck her. The rest of the circumstances fit too, so that meant..."

"She was remembering forward, to the future," Christina completed his sentence for him, hoping that it would encourage him to further open up to her. "Is that why you thought it was Van... Venus that you entered before you found yourself here?"

"Yeah, that's it. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw the image of her naked ass. What I was doing to her was exactly what happened to her when I was standing on the outside, in my own reality. Hey. You know what that means?"

Christina noted the change in tone and wondered if she should ask some of her male colleagues for help. He looked a little excited. She shook her head.

"That means it's very possible that Angie was saved by another version of me and Venus! Because now that I think about it, that scene I saw before I went after Venus and Mel was exactly like what I'd seen when I first came upon her with Venus... only I was further away the second time round!"

She reached for the button under the table and considered pressing it for a moment, then withdrew her finger. He looked excited, but he didn't look wild... and he certainly didn't look like he was going to get violent. "Last thing I need now is somebody coming in here and pounding on him," she thought to herself. "Not when he's beginning to trust me with his strange theories."

"Don't you see, Christina? Everything that happened to us happened again, almost like it was a closed loop!"

She nodded, not really understanding, but noting in his file that he seemed highly excited by his most recent revelation.

"OK, but how do you explain the events that were not repeated?" she suddenly asked him. "You weren't attacked again, and neither was Venus. She was peeing, I believe you said, when she was attacked."

"That's easy," he replied with a small laugh. "It happened not long after she got into the mid-plane, and with me around. I think that it's happening again... I'm just not there to witness it. This me, I mean. Ditto my attack too."

"Mike... I thought you concluded that Venus was 'one of them'? By 'one of them', I presume you mean one of the aliens?"

"Yeah, it seemed like a plausible explanation at the time. After all, she did say I was the vector of infection for the aliens' seed, yet she was urging me to fuck her good friend. That didn't make sense. I guess I was also upset with the feeling that I'd been conned into walking right into that alien trap."

"Upset enough to blame her for it?" Christina asked. Now was the time to tighten the screws. The confession was coming soon, she knew it... all she needed was a confession to one murder, and everything would fall into place.

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know," he said, looking confused again. "I think...you know, she could still have been the vector. You see, my initial hypothesis was that there was a time lag between the planes, so I assumed, when I got in there, that she hadn't been penetrated yet by the alien I thought was attacking her. But just before I got out of there, my... well, I went all the way in. I mean ALL the way. I could feel the end of her... her vagina."

"And that's significant because..?"

"Well, it would explain why she refused to... why she only put me in her ass," he said. Inwardly, Christina winced. Close. So close. He said "refused to", which indicated the poor girl had not given her consent... meaning he was looking at one rape charge at the very least.

"So... you think it's because she got infected first..?"

"Yeah, that's right. And that's the other thing. OK, I had a thing for her... and I think that may have coloured my perspectives on everything. I'm not sure now if it was Mel the alien came from, or Venus... after all, the bulbous part of the thing was inside Venus. Then, there was the sleeping arrangements. I slept... I slept with Angie alright, but I never even got near to Mel. At least, I didn't have prolonged exposure to her. Both Angie and Mel were sleeping right next to Venus!"

"So you think Venus was the one who spread the infection?"

"Yes, yes. Everything makes sense now... she was the one! Of all those times I thought I saw her being attacked... I mean, if time isn't linear in the mid-plane,it's quite possible that she... that the aliens were coming from inside her, not trying to get into her!"

"Hmmm... so did that make you feel mad?"

"I know where you're going with that, Christina... sorry, that's not gonna work. No. I wasn't mad. That was my Venus, remember? Sweet, sweet Venus. I wouldn't get mad with her..."

"But you did argue with her," Christina tried again to push the point.

"Yes, and people argue all the time. It doesn't make them mad... or at least mad enough to want to do something to them."

"Touche," Christina smiled, keeping her cool. OK, this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. She would have to play a little harder. "You do realise, Mike, that going by your account and your theories, you would have been the one who infected her first, before she did that to the others? Near the end when you found her and fucked her while she was stuck in between the two planes?"

"What do you..? Oh... you mean that? Oh... That's really fucked up!" He hung his head and looked really ashamed.

She watched as tears suddenly appeared at the corners of his eyes. Damn. He was either a really good actor or he was really sorrowful. Christina sighed inwardly. This was going to be a really long interrogation.

"Doc?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was detective Bryan speaking over the intercom. "Doc, can you come out for a bit? We've got the DNA reports."

"OK. Excuse me for a while," she said to Mikhail. Being civil would help keep the discussion going when she came back. He didn't respond at all. He looked positively shellshocked.

Privately, she was glad to have a break from such an exhausting interview, but she was determined to let the stupid detective know she didn't appreciate the interruption anyway. She felt she had gained much ground in gaining the suspect's trust, and wasn't too far away from getting some sort of confession before she was interrupted. The break in the session could potentially give the suspect time to recoup, to work out what to say next.

But what the detective had to say made her glad she had stepped out.

"The results are weird, doc," the detective said. "I mean, I can't figure it out. Did they make a mistake?"

She grabbed the sheets of paper in his hand and read the reports. No. It couldn't be. The clothes of the girls contained only the DNA of the respective girls. Nothing else. Which meant the clothes weren't forcibly removed. But that wasn't highly unusual... he could have threatened them. Then again, the way the clothes were found were peculiar in themselves -- they were found lying right where they'd been dropped, as if the people had been plucked out of them.

OK, she decided to put that out of her mind and poured over the rest of the reports. There wasn't anything too weird about the fluid they scraped from his penis. They contained traces of all four people -- Mikhail, Vanessa, Andie and Melody -- which was to be expected if he had raped and sodomised all three girls.

The weird part about the DNA reports was with the sample scraped from the inside of his cheek. It wasn't similar at all to Mikhail's DNA. It wasn't even a sample from a man. The cheek swab contained DNA from a woman To be more precise, it closely matched Vanessa's DNA. Strange that it wasn't even an exact match to the girl Vanessa. What was going on?

"Doc? Doc? You alright?" the detective's voice brought her back to reality. Or at least, the reality she thought she knew. "You look a little faint."

She knew his arm was already snaking up to her shoulders, so she shrugged and stepped away. What did the DNA tests prove? Was Mikhail Michael? Was he telling the truth?

She turned to the one-way mirror and looked at the suspect again. He remained bowed over the table, unmoving. Christina suddenly realised that she couldn't see his face all that clearly even though he sat facing the glass. Odd.

Swiftly, she pushed the papers back at Bryan and strode back into the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Mikhail! Look at me!" she commanded. The situation was getting out of hand and it was time to establish control again. "Mikhail!"

He didn't even look up at her, so she moved to sit in front of him, banged the table to get his attention, and yelled: "Mike! Look at me! Look at me!"

The figure in front of her looked into her eyes and Christina recoiled in shock. What the..? Was it a trick the guys were trying to pull on her? Dressed in the same clothes, sitting in the same chair as Mikhail, was a young, beautiful, and obviously frightened girl.

"Hey! Who are you?" she said when she recovered her voice. "What are you doing here?" Inwardly, she raged at her colleagues. It could only have been a prank. Only they could have sneaked the suspect out of here and replaced him with a girl. That was the only possible explanation.

The large eyes on the girl's face seemed to fill with tears. "Help me!" she whimpered, and Christina suddenly felt sorry for her. She looked so... helpless, so confused. She shouldn't have shouted at her, poor thing.

"Look, I... How did you get here? What's your name?" she said, softening her tone. "Did the guys put you up to this?"

"My name is Venus," the girl said, and Christina felt a chill run down her spine. She pulled the file towards her and flipped to the page where a description and picture was provided. Yes. It was Vanessa. Or at least, a girl who looked a whole lot like Vanessa.

"Vanessa?" she looked at the girl. "You mean Vanessa, right?"

The girl shook her head. "No. I'm Venus. I'm scared. Where am I?"

"It's OK, Venus. You're safe now. You're in a police station. My name is Christina, by the way. Can you tell me how you got here?"

"I don't know," the girl replied, shaking her head. "I really don't. All I know is that I'm here, wearing these clothes that don't fit me..."

Christina realised that the girl had long hair, in spite of her striking resemblance to Vanessa, who had short hair. It had been hidden under the collar of the jacket the guys had given to Mikhail. Damn, the guys were good.

"Why I am naked under this jacket?" the girl suddenly asked, looking down into the gaps between her buttons. "What was... oh god. I remember now..."

"What? What do you remember?" Christina asked, noting her sudden horror. The girl was really scared. Would she be able to give a rational account of what happened to her? Maybe she could finger Mikhail as the main culprit.

"I... they... oh god. No. Why did they?"

"Why did they what? Tell me," Christina reached out and clasped her girl's slim hands, which were clenching and unclenching with the trauma of her memories. "What did they do?"




Alternate Reality Ch. 07



"Rape. They raped me. Oh god, they raped me!" The girl's tone rose. Shit. It sounded like she was headed towards hysteria. Christina winced as the girl grabbed her hands tightly, but she didn't draw away. If there was anything the poor girl needed right now, it was a caring human touch.

"Who are they? Venus? Who did that? Was it Mikh... Mike?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. It's too confusing. The professor, he... Oh! I can't bear to think about it!"

"It's alright. You're safe now."

"You don't understand. You don't know... what it's like to have... to be attacked all the time..."

Christina felt a chill wind blow across her body. Damn it, why was there a draft in here? And under the table too. The guys really put a lot of effort into this little prank.

"It... was horrible. You don't know how it feels to have something snaking up your legs, reaching for your pussy..."

Christina squirmed, suddenly feeling the same thing the girl described. "Steady yourself, Chris", she told herself. "Now's not the time to let your imagination run wild."

But it really DID feel like something thin and reedy was snaking up her calves, sliding quickly across her thighs, reaching towards her vulnerable core.

"... and when it gets there, it... it just pushes its way in," the girl continued.

Christina gave a loud cry. She could feel thin reeds exploring the area around her groin, slipping under the edges of her lace panties and reaching across her pubis, pressing and probing at her soft parts, finding the soft cleft of her vulva and pushing inwards. 

Shocked by her physical reaction, she instinctively tried to push herself backwards and away from the table so she could break away from the vivid mental images the girl's words were creating in her mind. But she remained rooted to her seat, the girl's grip on her wrists unrelenting.

"Then it... that's not the horrible part. The horrible part is when the thicker part is pushing in. stretching you like it's gonna tear you up down there..." the girl's words persisted, and Christina gasped, feeling the same thing happening to herself down between her thighs. Her vulva was opening up, stretching as it accommodated the entry of something really too large to get in there.

"Stop it, Chris," she told herself. "It's just a story. Nothing more."She shook her head to clear her mind of the image of something pressing relentlessly inwards, probing into her privates.

She would have convinced herself it was just her imagination and the stress of the interrogation... except that she felt the thing actually achieve entry into her vagina. "Owwwww!" she groaned, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate that impossibly large knob. It still hurt, so she spread her legs even more to ease the pressure down below, gasping as she felt her labia spread widely.

The strain on her lower lips suddenly lessened as the largest part slipped into her, the terrible pressure moving inside, opening up her aching sheath. "Ohhh god," she moaned softly as she felt her flesh move apart to swallow the obscene invader. How was it possible she could feel what the girl was describing..?

"...then, it... it goes after..."

"Venus! Please! Stop! Stop it!" she yelled desperately at the girl. But Venus ignored her panicked plea. She just wouldn't stop. 

"Then you feel it, at your ass. And you know... oh god, you know it's trying to... to fuck you in the ass too!"

As she said this, the girl suddenly pulled at her wrists, hauling Christina across the table. "Oh god. What's she doing?" Christina struggled, trying hard to extricate her hands from the girl's, but to no avail. Venus was just too strong.

The cold day in hell had arrived. Surely, the guys could see what was going on? "Detectives! Help me!" she yelled.

But no one came bursting in. No cavalry to the rescue. Christina shuddered as she felt the reeds around her calves and thighs tighten, pulling her legs up and apart. "That's... not possible!" she thought. "I was imagining it!" But it felt real enough, the way her legs were pulling up.

"Ahhhh! Help!" she screamed as her legs were drawn further and further upwards, until she was doing the splits on the table. Her skirt had risen up to her hips, exposing her sheer lace panties. "The guys must be getting a real eyeful through the glass," she thought as she desperately fought to free herself. "Fuck! I'm never gonna live this down!"

They would have gotten an even better eyeful a moment later, when she felt the reeds on her legs slip under the lacy material and rip the panties right off her ass.

Oh god. Her naked ass. They were looking at her naked ass, she thought. The way her legs were splayed on the table, they would not only have a great view of her ass, but her bare pussy too. Her aching pussy, now plugged and filled by something that had no right to be there.

The thought of being so helplessly exposed to the watching detectives' leering gazes was so distressing that she did not appreciate what Venus' words meant... until she felt something caressing her buttocks, sliding past her clenching, unprotected cheeks and into the opened groove of her ass. 

"No!" she thought. "Not there! I've never..."

"... then it enters your asshole. It feels funny, but bearable at first, until you realise... that it's no less smaller than the thing in your pussy... which is pushing even deeper, opening you up more... inside..."

Christina cried out as her anus was penetrated. "Ahhh nooooo!" she screamed as she felt the muscular ring give way to the insistent probing at her forbidden hole. Venus was right. It felt strange having something push inside, but not too unbearable, until she felt something larger pressing apart the taut ring of her asshole. "Oh god! No! I can't..." she cried out.

Her cry was drowned out by a strange sound all around her. A muffled, weird popping sound.

Suddenly, Christina realised that she was no longer in the police station. Her clothes were gone -- her lace bra and panties, her austere blouse and demure skirt, her lab coat -- they didn't exist anymore. 

Even the table was gone. She was suspended in mid-air, facing the floor, her legs still obscenely splayed, her body held in place by a green plant-like creature. Of Venus or Vanessa, Mikhail or Michael, there was no sign.

What did remain, however, were the two appendages inside her nether orifices, one already reaching the end of her vagina while the other was just forcing the thickest part into her straining, aching asshole. God. It was so big, she wasn't sure her rectum would be able to take it. "Aaauuuuwwww!" she screamed as her anus stretched to an incredible width. It felt like a melon was being forced into her backside.

Yes, it was a positively freezing day in hell, indeed.

"Help! Detective! Bryan! Anyone! Help me!" she screamed. But the only replies she heard were the echoes of her screams in the strange, featureless room where the rustling alien plant was raping and sodomising her, filling her with both pain and pleasure, bringing her to unbearable, unwanted, indescribable ecstasy.

"Noooooooooooo!" Christina screamed as her insides convulsed, grasping strongly at the unyielding appendages in her nether orifices. "Oh god! Help!"

Mike or Mikhail... he wasn't lying about that alternate plane shit. Not at all.



Alternate Reality Ch. 08



Part 8: Epilogue

Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? WHO am I?

God. This is so confusing. I don't know how I got here, and why I was lying naked on the ground like this when I woke up. I might have been attacked. Actually, I think I was attacked. My... private parts hurt. My vagina hurts. And my ass is throbbing like hell. Like something had been put inside. Something big.

Oh. I guess that means I'm female. I didn't even know that until I looked down and saw my breasts. I... can't be a young girl. They're too big for that. I think I must be a little older because my boobs are so big. And I have hair on my pubis. Not a lot, but it definitely looks like it's been there for a while.

Oh my god. What happened to me? What is this place? I can't tell. I don't recognise anything. I don't even recognise my own body. What kind of madness is this?

Wait. Madness. I think... I remember something about that. I was... I know something about madness. Am I mad? Is that why I'm here?

Oh fuck. Those aren't plants around me. Better get up and get out of here.

Shit, shit... whew. Thank god they don't move so fast. Just managed to get beyond their reach. There are more of those plant-like things over there, so I'd better stay here where it's clear of them.

I'd better sit down. My knees are a little weak. And the... area down there is still aching. A little sore. I don't know if I can move around much while my ass is sore like that.

Shit. I wish I had a mirror. Something I can use to look at myself down there. It feels weird. Like I'm not used to my body. Like I need to see my own pussy to believe I'm a woman. Or maybe... I need to check to see if there's anything left in there.

God. I remember. Just a little bit, but... there was something in there. Two somethings. BIG somethings. My legs... they were being pulled apart. It felt like I was about to be torn apart by the legs. My... oh my. My pussy was open. There could have been someone looking at it. Into me. Two guys. That was... embarrassing. Did they see me? Did they look at me, naked like that? Did they see the..?

Oh man. I remember how they entered me. Not the men. The things. The first one in the pussy. That was so big it stretched me out inside. It's a wonder it didn't tear me up inside. If anything, it probably made me so big I could fuck a donkey now. Shit. I wish I had a mirror so I can check.

I suppose it was a good thing the second one didn't try penetrating my asshole at the same time. I don't think I would've survived having both my holes stretched open like that. I don't think I'll be able to keep my shit in after that ass rape.

Fuck that. I guess I ought to feel really crappy about what happened to me. But I've thought about it before. I think someone has told me about something similar happening to them before. Hmmm. Yes, I think some girls have told me their stories about being raped or sodomised. Or both. But I've not heard of someone going through a double penetration like I have.

I'm glad it's not getting to me. Other than the physical ache, I don't think it's anything I can't handle. Not like some of those girls I'd spoken to. Drove them mad.

OK, rested enough I think. It's time I got moving. Got to move around, explore the place. Owww! Fucking sore down there. Shit. What did those fuckers do to me, rape me with baseball bats?

Baseball. Yes. I remember now. I don't belong here. There's nothing here. It's like a... cave of some sort here. No sunlight, just some weird luminescence. Enough to see by. But that means I can't tell where the exit is.

Sunlight. Baseball. Open air. Yes. That's what I should be looking for. That's what I'm familiar with. Not this place. The walls just look... weird. Like they're made of flesh or something. I'd go try to touch them to find out if that's true, except that there are too many of those plant things in the way. I don't like the way they're waving their branches about. I don't know. It just looks vaguely threatening to me.

There's nothing around me. Nothing to tell me where I'm going. Just this damned little path here that's clear of all those plant things. I can't tell if I'm going anywhere. Or if I'm just going in circles. It's really hard to tell.

Wait. What's that? I hear... people screaming. No, girls screaming. Over there. I think I'll head over to see what's up. But better not get too close. I'm not sure if it'll be safe. It could be the same guys who fucked me and left me unconscious.

OK, there they are. Wait. Can't hide because there's nothing to hide behind. No rocks, nothing. Hmmm. I'll just move to the side a bit, where this path bends a little. I'll just look beyond that plant over there to see what's going on.

Hmmm. Some guys and girls over there. They seem to be confused. In a panic. The girls especially. Oh, poor thing. What are those guys doing, throwing that one to the plants? I can just hear them.

The fuckers. They're offering the girls protection, for a price. That girl they threw, OK, she's not a looker. But they shouldn't have done that. Oh! That plant. It's having its way with her!

Poor thing. Poor thing. Just because she's not attractive... they shouldn't have done that to her. Oh my god. The plant is really spreading her wide. They... I can see. It's putting that thing into her. Oh my god. Was that what happened to me? Oh my god. It's too big. She can't take it... Oh come on. It's gone in. Fuck. I think that's what happened to me too. What the fuck. Those damned plant things had their way with me. And I'm still sore because of it. Holy fuck.

Hey... so what are they doing? The rest of the girls are moving to the guys. They've stopped screaming, thank god. It was beginning to get on my nerves. The guys are... wait a minute. The guys are beginning to fuck the girls. They're starting to... Oh my god. Poor things. Some of those fucking bastards look old enough to be their fathers.

Oh look. One's run away. Good for her. That old fuck chasing her isn't likely to catch up. Hahahaha. Good luck, fella. Hope you fall down and die of a heart attack, you fucking pervert.

Think I'd better go back the way I came. No point trying to run through that crowd. I don't think I'm unattractive, so I don't think they'll throw me to the plants, but... I don't think I want to be fucking any one of those guys. They look positively sleazy.

Speaking of which... I remember. One guy. His name was... Bray or something. Damn. I wish I could remember more. He was sleazy too. He wanted to fuck me. And I would if he could help me remember what happened to me. Fuck.

Forget it. Get moving girl. Time to go, before they discover you. Those sleazy guys I mean, not just the plants.

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Shit. Feels like I've been walking forever. What's good is I'm not sore between my legs anymore. At least, I don't think so. Maybe it's all that walking around.

I still don't know where I am or what I'm doing here. I keep getting flashes of memory, but they're all disjointed. Like a bad movie that just keeps playing. Ah yes. Movies are something I enjoy. I think I went for quite a few. Sometimes with company (and I had to go back again if the movie was interesting, because I missed most of it if I was with someone). Mostly it seems, I went alone. Hmmm. Maybe I was a loner. I wonder why.

I keep thinking I might be walking round in circles... this place is so fucking plain it's boring. But no, I can't be. I haven't come across the group I saw earlier. Or that girl I saw run away. She looked kind of small, but she certainly could run fast. I hope she got away alright. And I hope she stays away from these plant things too.

I've decided they aren't up to any good. Not after I saw what the plant did to the poor girl those sleazebags didn't want. They don't look alike, so they might be different, but I'd really rather not bet on that. Because I'd be betting my pussy and ass if I did. Damn, I wish I could get close to those walls. Maybe they aren't as solid as they look.

I discovered that perspectives get really screwed up over here. I'm convinced now that I don't belong here, that I came here from somewhere else. That's because I have memories of being in a completely different place. And also because I have some concepts of distance and time and... that don't seem to exist here. I might have been a scientist, I think, because I keep analysing things like that.

It's still irritating that I don't know who I am or what I'm doing here. But I'm doing my best to ignore that and focusing on getting out of this place first. No matter how I got here, if there's an entrance, there should be an exit. I just have to keep looking for it.

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I'm seriously exhausted. I think it's both mental and physical. I've been walking around for what seems like forever, and I've been scanning all around me, looking out for anything or anyone. Threats, and also maybe help. I wonder if I'll run into that girl who ran off from that group. She didn't look like she would be any sort of threat. Maybe she would be able to tell me a bit more about what happened to me. And how I got here.

Wait. I hear voices. It sounds like a guy and a girl. Their conversation is muffled so I should move forward and try to get closer. But not too close. A guy could be a help, or pose a threat. Since I can't tell right now, better to be safe.

Damn. There isn't any sort of bend over here. I suppose I could try to move closer to these plants here at the side. They don't look like they have any...

Oh! Fuck! Oh! Shit! The fucking thing's caught hold of me. Got to fight it off. Damn stupid thing! Oh! Oh! My legs! It's... it's happening again. Oh god. How did I get so stupid so quickly. Oh! No! It's just holding them. My arms are being entangled too. Fuck!

Owwww! That... what's that? It feels like needles, sticking into my buttocks. Lots of them, all around my... ooooh. That... shit, it's... opening me up. My asshole I mean. I can feel myself opening. Oh god. I think I know what's... Oh fuck. There it is. It feels fucking big too. I have to free myself, I have to stop this.

Ooooohhhh! It's really big! Oh shit! It's pushing in... Oooooooh! I think I... that's much too big to fit in there. Oh god. No! Help me! Help! Bry..? Yes, his name was Bryan! That scumbag who was interested in me. Oh god. What I'd give to have him around so he can help me. Help!

Ohhhh! It feels like I'm gonna tear back there! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! It's... it's gone in! Oh fuck. It's gone in! I can feel it... opening me up inside. Oh god, that's so big I can't believe it. I think I'll shit bricks by the time this... ahhhhh!.. fucking thing is done with me!

Oh god. Now it's pulling me back. I can't turn around and look. I can't see what's waiting for me. But I think I know. There's one more hole this fucking thing hasn't penetrated yet. Damn you! You fucking plant! Let go of... oww! Those needles! Where did they come from? And what are they doing in my nipples? Ohhhh! Fuck! My boobs! You fucking plant! What are you doing?

Oh shit. I feel it now. Right at my pussy. It's pressing upwards. The fucking thing is pulling me down. I can feel it at my vulva, opening me up. Damn you! Damn you, plant! Ahhhh!

Shit. This is big too. So big I don't think I can... I can... Aaaauuuuwwww! Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. It's inside. It's inside me. Inside my pussy. Opening me up. Pushing upwards. Like a huge cock. It's filling me up. I... I don't... hhh... No! I can't be..? Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUCCCKKKKK!

Fucking shit. How could I cum..? It's not like I'm... Ooooggghhh! That's it buster. End of the line. That's the end of my vagina. No more, you hear? That's all you're getting.

FUCK! What are those? Needles? Oh fuck. No. Please. Don't. Ah! It... it feels like... it's opening me up... inside. Oh god. It's gonna... Oh no. Please. Owww! It... It's gone in. Into my womb. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. Please. Oh god. That... it's forcing its way in... Shit. Never had anything so deep in there before. I swear. It's still... going up. Oh fuck. This should hurt a great deal. But it doesn't. I can feel what it's doing, but there's no... pain. Just a lot of discomfort.

Oh shit. That's it. That's the wall of my womb. What will it..? Will it pierce through? Will I die here, impaled on this..? Oooooh. It's splitting. I can feel it opening it up. Going two ways. Towards... towards my... oooooooh... my ovariessssss! Oh fuck! 

Someone help me! I'd shout but my throat seems... stuck. Help!

Wait. That couple. They were approaching. I think I can hear them now. Calling for someone. Sal or Cal or something like that. I wish they'd hurry up. I wish they'd come up here so they can see me. So they can help me. Before this plant turns me into god knows what. Oh god. I can feel my ovaries. Oh no. It feels like... like I'm gonna cum againnnn!

Oh fuck. That was painful. Especially with this damned thing all the way inside me. My womb and vagina feel bruised. Sore.

There. The two voices have stopped. I think they might have found the person they were looking for. The girl sounds distressed. The guy sounds... I don't know. Ecstatic? Weird. Shouldn't they both feel the same thing.

What's that? What's she saying? 

"Fuck her pussy, Mike!"

Was she encouraging him to do someone else? There's a third person here? Sounds like it could be a girl. Ahhh! That... that hurts and tingles at the same time. Stop that, you stupid plant. Let me listen to them.

"Check her out. Make sure it hasn't got anything into her!"

There was no reply from this Mike guy. I wonder what he's... oooooh!... doing. Then I heard another voice, more shrill, more panicked, shrieking.

"Oh! Stop! Stop! Help! Stop! It's too big! Oh! NO! STOP!"

You and me both, kiddo. I really wanted to yell that out, but my throat was dead. The other girl yelled in response to something that Mike fella was doing.

"That's it! You got there! NO! Don't fuck her! You've got it all the way in! Shit! Stop, Mike!" 

The other girl was screaming, protesting. It sounded like she didn't want Mike to do what he was doing. The first girl sounded really angry with him.

"Get it out, you creep! You're a fucking creep! Not a man!"

"Oh! Stop! Please!" The other girl's voice sounded weaker. It sounded as if she was giving up. Oh no, you duhhh!.. don't. Don't you give up, girl. I haven't, and this fucking thing is all the way inside me.

"Oh god, stop! Stop it!" she suddenly screamed out loud. "Oh, it's too deep! Take it out! Please! Don't do this!"

The girl who was with Mike was swearing loudly, calling him names. "You fucker! Professor my ass! You're just a lecher! You're raping her! Can't you see that? Get out of there!"

I finally heard Mike speak. "Fuck, no! Fucking bitch! Fuck!"

I wanted to laugh. OK, he got his comeuppance. Serves him right. Wonder what was happening to him.

Mike's victim was still screaming, though, albeit in short bursts. "Oh god! It's too deep! Too deep! Please! Stop!"

Clearly, this Mike fella was an asshole. He should've stopped what he was doing right away. Instead, the sicko was asking for help.

"Hey! Venus! Help me!" he shouted. 

Ah. Another name. Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he seriously think that Venus would help him rape the other girl? God, this guy was really too full of himself.

The girl he was raping whimpered. I could just barely hear her say: "Oh please! No, don't do this!"

He murmured something I couldn't hear. Probably enjoying this no end, the bastard. What I'd do to him if he was... hmmm. I think I remember now. I had something to do with the police. I don't remember wearing a uniform or anything... I wore something white. A coat of some sort. Oh yes. I was a doctor, I think. A doctor with the police.

"Oh! Please!" the girl begged again. She sounded tired, almost resigned. "I'm not... Please don't... cum into me... Doooooooh!"

Oh fuck. The poor thing. The thing about non-consensual sex is that you CAN have an orgasm too. Like I'm... uhhhhhh!.. having now. Nothing to do with being... oooooh!.. aroused at all. But it makes you feel like shit afterwards. You feel like you... hhhhh!.. asked for it, somehow. You feel like a slut because you enjoyed something you should've hated. Fuck, he knew what buttons to push.

"Oooooh! Pl... please!" I heard her groan. "Make it... stop! Ohhh! I can't... take much... more!"

The asshole raping her didn't respond. Or if he did, I couldn't hear it. Damn. What would I do to him, if I got him in the station. I'd get his mind so twisted with regret he'd wish he never set eyes on the girl, that's what I'd do.

Then I heard him exclaim: "Oh fuckkkkk!" and I knew he was cumming into her, filling her up with his filthy seed. The bastard.

His next words caught me by surprise. "Urrgh! Mel, don't! I can't hold..!"

OK, so the girl's name was Mel. And his words suggested he wasn't quite the coercive partner in this act. Damn. What was happening to them? And what other surprises did this fucking place have for me?

The moment that thought left my head, I saw a girl running up the path towards me. Tears streaked her face, and she appeared to be still sobbing as she came up. Seeing me, she suddenly stopped short. The look on her face was one of horror.

I opened my mouth to plead for help, but no words came out. Heck, I'm not even sure I opened my mouth, all I know is that I tried to do it.

The girl, whose name was probably Venus, hesitated as she looked at me. In spite of my situation (and the fact that a beautiful and naked woman was staring at me), I came again. Hard. Fuck, that hurt my insides, right down to my ovaries. This fucking plant was really wreaking havoc with my body. If she didn't do anything... if she was too scared to help, I wouldn't have held it against her. I'd have second thoughts too, if it involved my getting raped and sodomised by this fucking plant.

Then she waded right in, ignoring the vines that began to wrap themselves around her limbs. Shit. It looks like she's gonna get it too. No, Venus. Get away. Save yourself. She surprised me next by bending down, exposing her ass to the lurking bulb with needles waiting just behind her. Fuck. that was what went into me? How the fuck did I manage to..?

The girl had a plan. though. She yanked hard at the bloody plant fucking me, and the bulb didn't even get near enough to her asshole before it was withdrawn. Before I knew it, the fucking things in my ass and vagina were withdrawn too. There was a sudden feeling of emptiness inside, and I fell forward and into her arms.

Shit, I'm tougher than this. I should... I think I can... thank god the girl is here, because she's hauling me off. Towards the bare path. Good. Thank god for small mercies. I don't think I can walk because my backside feels like it's still wide open.

"Thank you," I hear myself say. OK, at least I can speak now.

"Hi, my name is Venus," she said, just as it occurred to me that she looked a lot like a Vanessa. Hmmm. Did I know a Vanessa before I got here? Who was Vanessa? Was she a relative? A friend? Was this Venus a friend?

I took my time catching my breath before I replied. "Hi... I'm Christina." That's right. That's my name. Christina. It sounded right when it left my lips.

"Good to meet you, Christina," she smiled. "Looks like I came along at just the right time."

The more I looked at the girl, the more convinced I am that we met before this. I can't put a finger on when or where, but she was really very, very familiar.

"Yes, you did," I said, putting aside the thought. I'm sure it'll come back to me, just like my name did. "Can you... do you know what this place is? And why I'm here? Am I in hell?"




Alternate Reality Ch. 08



She looked serious when she began to explain. Yes, she definitely looked like a Vanessa. And a Venus as well. This is confusing.

OK, better concentrate on what she's saying. I'm not really into physics anyway, but she could throw up useful information about this place. And why I'm here. And what happened to my clothes.

What was that? Venus mentioned it again... the all-too-familiar phrase "alternate plane". I felt a scream begin to build in my throat. Because I remembered. I finally remembered. My bowels would have loosened if there had been anything to let go, but you don't shit. You never shit when you're in hell. You're just fucked.

Fuck.