****** The Jenny Series by Dave ******
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The Jenny Series


Synopsis: Sci fi, Fantasy. Jenny gets abducted, and takes control.

Part 1

He seemed so right, and yet there was something about him.

They had met in an all-night cafe. Jenny had never liked the looks of the
place, much less the clientele it serviced, but it was a small southwestern
town, with few options. The night had brought its share of come-ons, and
disappointments, along with just a few two many spirits making the all-nite
"greasy spoon" appealing enough to stop for a few morsels before returning to
her lonely apartment. Jenny was an attractive girl, and had her share of
relationships, all with different yet definitive finishes. Many times she
questioned her need for a man only to return to the proverbial "social
conditioning" she had grown to accept. Men are scum, she thought as she let
another bite of the club sandwich slide down her slender throat, but they can
sure feel good! With a smirk, she finished the last of the burnt French fries,
and pushed the plate to the side in that she may reach the coke that tasted
more like caramel syrup than a carbonated beverage.

As she drew the first drops to those sultry lips, her eyes met his. He was two
booths away, alone and perfectly charming. His eyes, although tired, sparkled
with pleasure at her acknowledgement. He had all the necessities, dark eyes,
dark hair, a well trimmed mustache, beautifully tanned skin, a slim yet well
structured frame, and, of course a firm little bottom. With a nod and a
questioning gesture, she abandoned her reserve for one more attempt at love
this night. He slid in the booth across from her, and took her frail hands in
to in a warm embrace. Yup, she thought, I think I'll give this one a try. His
voice was deep and rich, his smiles came sincerely, yet frequently, and his
words were spoken at precisely the right moment. And, as the evening turned
into morning, she felt herself more and more entranced by the stranger in the
all night cafe. On several occasions she actually had to turn away and assure
herself that she wasn't suffering the effects of too much alcohol, or reassure
herself she was not lonely enough to be desperate. He was a true find, and as
the first streaks of daylight appeared, she squeezed his hand in a silent
acknowledgement that his company was requested for the new day. His smile of
acceptance was as warm as the noon-day sun.

The drive to her apartment was plagued by nervous questions in judgement and
acceptance. She tried to pass them off, but he was different, somehow, and
there was so much to learn about him. His newer model convertible was a
dramatic contrast to her second-hand pick-up with far too many battle scars. He
was so patient, and gave her all the time she could ever want to explain her
ideas back at the restaurant. If he was a professional, he was a damn good one,
she thought, and the idea of being used and discarded surfaced, but only long
enough for her to laugh it away as she pulled into her numbered parking spot.
One quick glance in the rear view mirror told her that he had parked somewhere
outside the complex, and the short walk to the security gate found him standing
there with a wilted flower he had picked from one of the neighbors houses. They
embraced when he entered the complex, and they held each other on the long walk
to her first floor apartment. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry.
Secretly she hoped that he approved of her as more than just a friend.

As they entered her darkened apartment, and she removed her coat, she could
feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck, and her desires dominated her
thoughts. She reached for the lamp switch, but his lips met hers, and the
embrace that followed gave her such a feeling of warmth that she forgot all the
amenities and led him by the hand to her bedroom. Again, his lips met hers,
he's even got a great set of teeth she thought as she could feel his passions
rise, and his breathing quicken. They kissed for an eternity, and her heart was
beating with such force she thought she would faint from the feeling, but his
lips remained locked to hers and as his hands explored the small of her back,
their firm pressure kept her from swaying. Finally, for fear of turning numb,
she pulled away and half tripped, half stumbled on to her bed. As she turned to
face him, she felt his warm kisses along her chin and neck, and she resolved to
allow this gentle creature the full opportunity to explore her body.

His kisses intensified along her neck, and she felt his hands deftly unbutton
her blouse. She moved her arms to allow him to remove her blouse, and she felt
her bra follow almost immediately. His kisses slid down her shoulders and onto
her chest where they came to a gentle stop just above her left nipple. At that
point, he began to use his tongue to arouse the little cherries on her chest.
Her breasts were not particularly well proportioned, but they were quite firm
with small, yet well-formed dark nipples that strained straight out when she
was aroused. His mouth "music" aroused her beyond even her dreams, and she
eased down on her back to allow him full access to her secret places. His
lovemaking to her breast continued until she was in such a heightened state
that all she could think of was for him to open her moist lips and plunge his
manhood into her. As if he could read her desires his mouth moved away from her
delicate breasts to be replaced by his gently messaging hands.

With her body on fire, she could feel his lips caress and lick her navel, and
stroke every pore along her torso. So expert was his touch that she could
barely feel his hands slip away from her breasts, and down to the waistband of
her slacks, where with one swift move she felt both her slacks and undergarment
slip below her knees. Without moving away from her, he slid the last of her
clothing over he petite feet, and continue on, unabated towards her love canal.
She could smell her own sex, and knew that he must be fully aware of her
excitement. Her hands dug into his full head of soft hair, and pulled his mouth
gently downward until, at last she felt his lips meet the lips of her sex, and
she let out the first of many sighs. His tongue began to work around her
aroused clitoris, and the vacuum his mouth created caused her to flush with
excitement. His gently moist pressure pushed her towards her first orgasm so
quickly, that she was almost embarrassed. But he did not stop his loving, and
every preceding climax came more quickly and forcefully than the one before.
Within just a few short minutes, with orgasms to numerous to count, her body
spasmed for the last time, and her legs released their lock around his body
that were, by now, wet with sweat.

Her mouth was dry from the sighs, and her tummy was weak from the multiple
orgasms, yet she was driven to reach for his sex and attempt to return a part
of the wonderful lovemaking he had just given her. She had been so engulfed in
her sensations she hadn't noticed that his clothes were already removed, and
his erection was complete. She tentatively reached for him, feeling his
passion, and the glans which was wet from his anticipation. He was quite large,
but she continued to move her mouth downward until she had the tip of him
between her lips. He hands reached for his gonads, and much to her surprise,
she found his genitals clean shaven and smooth. His ballsack was firm, yet she
could feel the two reproductive glands within, and she was, once again, amazed
by his countenance. Her lips slid further down his purple tipped organ, and her
hand slid up to began slowly stroking the dark veined flesh. She couldn't take
his entire organ in her mouth without gagging, so she used her two hands at the
base to stroke him rhythmically, and used her tongue to trace the veins and the
urethra, only to return to his glans which seemed to grow ever larger every
time she sucked on it. His body began to move to the same tempo of her
stroking, and she could feel occasional spasms along the length of his shaft.
As she continued to stroke and lick his pulsing member, she felt the warmth of
his lips close around her love canal once again, and soon she was moaning with
pleasure, as they worked each other closer towards their mutual climax.

The phone rang. They simultaneously stopped their lovemaking, and waited -
perhaps hoping the phone would stop as quickly as it started. But it didn't,
and Jenny sadly excused herself to investigate the maddening noise. As she
picked up receiver, she heard the dial tone, and with a sigh of resignation,
sat down beside the phone and returned the receiver to the cradle. Then, with
determined afterthought, she unplugged the phone from the wall and as she
returned to her feet, when she felt his warm hands on her breasts. Without a
thought, she closed her eyes, and felt his lips meet hers. The passion returned
in an instant, and she felt her freshly shaven thighs being lifted lightly into
the air as he carried her back into bed. With a few brief kisses surrounding
her genital area, he plunged his lips back over her clitoris, and she began to
grasp his head with renewed passion and fury. But, just as she reached the
final plateau, she felt him move on top of her, and with one loving kiss to
each nipple, he moved his manhood into the silky lips of her most secret place,
and began to slide into her. For a brief instance, she panicked at the size of
him, but because of his gentle arousal, her lips easily stretched over him and
the involuntary contractions of her muscles drew his manhood deep into her
awaiting womb.

Gently he applied pressure with each stroke, and she could feel every inch of
him, the veins, the urethra's bulge, and the folds of skin below his
circumcised glans. He eased deeper into her with each stroke being careful not
to put any weight on her, while gently nibbling her neck and shoulders. Her
legs obediently wrapped around him, crushing her erect nipples into his well-
muscled chest and she began to rhythmically move the muscles in her love canal
along the length of his manhood. His pace gradually quickened, yet she was
barely aware of his reaction, as she was concentrating on the pressure against
her clitoris and the impending orgasm. She tried to delay for as long as she
could, when, almost without notice, her vagina spasmed and she began pushing
her pelvis with wild abandon onto his throbbing manhood. Then it happened with
a ferocity she had not known before, his seed exploded into her with such a
magnitude that she felt her breath leave her. She could feel his manhood
expanding with every contraction, and the muscles of his body strain against
her smooth skin. She could only grab his gonads with one free hand as the rest
of her body was racked with an explosive orgasm that wouldn't end until they
collapsed from exhaustion.

As she lay silently there, she was vaguely aware of a bright light that filled
her room and, in a second, he was gone. When she awoke, she found a wilted
flower on the nightstand and a pile of men's clothes near the foot of her bed.
She knew he would return in his flashy convertible to give her another
opportunity to feel his passion.

And yet, twenty eight miles above her, in a ship well hidden from view, a
strange creature emerged from what was once the shape of a tall, dark man. His
mission complete, he engaged the drives that would take him home knowing, as
Jenny had suspected, that he would return to claim his offspring.

Part 2

His world was unlike any Jenny could ever imagine. It had been a world of joy
and life, but was now a mutated nightmare of spider creatures rendered sterile
by a microbe deposited from a passing meteor shower. Despite the best efforts
of their scientific communities, efforts to halt the spread of this new disease
it spawned were fruitless. Longevity had maintained their race until just
recently, when some of the old members began to succumb to their mutations.
Their evolution had ceased, and their planet was in the final throes of
lifelessness. It was a common evolution in the universe. but unique in that his
race would not accept their fate easily when their scientific community had
options for survival. Jenny was to be a new beginning, when, in fact, she was
to be the means to an end.

As Jenny lay on her bed in quiet repose, she let the hours slip away
peacefully. Her body felt exhausted yet relieved at the same time. She heard
the birds singing, the neighbors chatting with one another, and the maintenance
boy mowing the lawn. As the noon-day sun brought its warmth to the little
community, people began to shed their inhibitions and their clothes. Jenny had
nothing to loose, as she was still naked from the night before, and the gentle
breeze on her soft skin was all she really needed. Just outside, Mike, the
"Mowin' Man" stopped to wipe his brow and dream of other pastimes. As he stowed
his handkerchief in his hip pocket, he glanced over to see her laying there,
barely visible through the sheer curtains, but clear enough for him to pause
and rethink his objectives. He had always desired her from afar, but she never
seemed to notice him. He found her so beautiful with those coal black eyes and
light brown, silky hair. Her figure was absolutely perfect, with those small
pert breasts, and those long smooth legs. When she walked, she "flowed" from
step to step as her hips moved with the grace of a gazelle. His mouth became
dry as he thought of her, and he took a few hesitant steps closer to her
window.

Overcome with self-doubt, he returned to his mower, and after removing his
sweat-soaked shirt, he resumed his mowing responsibilities. But as he once
again drew near her window, he halted, and gazed lustfully and her lovely form.
It was more than he could endure. He wheeled the mowing machine behind a nearby
bush, and entered her apartment using his master key on her sliding glass door.
She lay undisturbed, lost in her thoughts of the night before when he crept
into the room and with one swift leap, he was on the bed pinning her to the
mattress with his body. She shrieked in surprise, but his hand across her mouth
quickly silenced her. He quickly grabbed her panties, still in her slacks on
the floor, and forced them into her mouth. Fumbling with his pants, and with a
great deal of effort, he finally worked them down his torso by furiously
kicking his legs. She struggled against his onslaught, kicking her arms and
legs frantically, but his strength was just too much for her, and she became
too exhausted to resist. He started mumbling in her ear as he forced himself
closer and closer to her now satiated love canal, his odor permeated her
nostrils and his crushing weight taking her very breath away. In a half daze
she turned her head to see a comb with a long pointed handle stuck in her
hairbrush on the nightstand next to her head. As the tip of his manhood began
to separate the lips of her sex, she slowly eased her arm upward, feigning
pleasurable sighs. Mike was so intent on his own pleasure, he scarcely noticed
her movements, and with one tremendous push, forced his shaft entirely into her
dry canal. She forced a muffled scream and with deliberate efforts now, she
ripped the comb from the brush as it fell to the floor, and, using all the
strength she had left, she plunged the handle squarely into his back all the
way to the hilt. He screamed in agony and rolled off the bed, trying
desperately to reach the embedded comb. Jenny leapt to her feet, and after
grabbing her sheer robe, she ran into the courtyard screaming.

Light years above here, the creature noticed a burning sensation in his
reproductive organ, and noticed a white glob emerging from his seminal opening.
He carefully scraped the sample off his organ on to a small crystal next to
him, and got up from his bench to test the substance in the ship's chemical
analyzer. He knew the smallest bacterial infection would be fatal as the
comet's microbes made his people resistant to all known forms of antibiotics
years ago. The tests returned positive moments later, a small strep virus
somewhere on her body had become lodged in his, and his life expectancy was no
longer a factor in the balance of nature. With great sadness in his heart, he
reset the controls to return to the planet from whence he came in hopes of
glimpsing his offspring before his demise. He then slowly crawled over to where
the lifeless costume lay, and began to work it around his tired limbs.

Moments after his arrival, his sensors found her in the middle of the
apartment's courtyard, while in her bedroom lay the form of a male human with a
severe kidney wound. Assessing the situation instantly, the dying alien engaged
his transport, and within seconds she was aboard, her stunned form laying in a
crumpled heap on the deck in front of him. He crawled over to caress her face,
still stained from the tears of the earlier assault. His sorrow was compounded
by the blood trickling from between her legs. He would need to act quickly, and
indeed he did, pulling her lifeless form onto a nearby bench, and moving it
over towards the rejuvenator. Not knowing if and how the device would work on
her, he placed two small pads on her body, one on her chest, and the other on
her abdomen. Knowing that this evolution would drain the last of his being, he
whispered a silent prayer of hope and then took his place laying down on the
deck next to her. The machinery hummed to life, and an ear-piercing whine
reverberated throughout the ship. The whine lasted just a few seconds, then
faded and Jenny awoke to her new life. Panic momentarily engulfed her, as she
looked at the crumpled form of her host and at the gleaming surroundings of the
ship's interior. After a brief pause, she began to explore this new world, her
body fully restored, and her mind filled with all the thoughts and memories of
the creature that had given her new life and love.

Jenny knew her first best destiny was to return the ship and it's now deceased
captain to its place of origin. With the new life she carried in her womb, she
could help these creatures renew their hopes for the future, and give the
greatest gift anyone could give. As she reset the controls, her thoughts
returned to the previous night, how gentle and kind he was. Her eyes became
moist with the memory of his loving and lovemaking. Even now, as she turned to
look at the misshapen human form, she wished that somehow he could return to
her and give her the opportunity to thank him for the gift he had so
wonderfully given her. The star drive engaged with a gentle nudge, and the
saucer-shaped craft eased back towards the direction from whence it came with
its new cargo, and enough energy to last ten lifetimes.

Part 3

The ship hummed continuously, automatically checking and rechecking all of its
systems and subsystems. Jenny set about studying, in great detail, the history
of her lover's peoples and the horrors brought about by this tiny, unforeseen
calamity. As the ship slid past its first predestined navigational beacon, a
sinister shape awaited. The menace appeared as a dark cloud, continually
changing form and visible only to reflected light. On board, a more elemental
lifeform existed, whose subsistence was based on consuming the waste of higher
life forms. The ship's alarms sounded, and the ship veered sharply to avoid a
collision, but the alien craft had already seized Jenny's ship and was
beginning to drain the power supply. Immediately, she initialized the ship's
polarizing defense system, and secured all other non-essential systems. The
cloud rapidly changed shape, and its color became a bright orange, but its hold
on her little ship remained firm. She would need to find another way to deal
with these creatures, whose normal state was that of their ship, a shape-
changing cloud. But they could change into almost any form imaginable,
virtually void of intelligence, yet able to instinctively procure nutrition and
reproduce.

As Jenny analyzed the intruders in the ship's data banks, she found them to be
basically quite harmless if they were given access to the waste storage tanks,
and given their fill of what was contained therein. As she turned from the view
screen she came face to face with one of creatures floating gently above the
deck. Reminding her of the L.A. smog she had first seen as a child, she
nicknamed them smogs. Gesturing with her first finger as a come-on, she led two
of the invaders down the darkened corridor where the waste tanks were located.
Within moments, twenty or more of the creatures appeared and began to absorb
the fluids as they trickled from the valves of the tanks Jenny opened. They
must communicate telepathically, she thought, as she watched them dine, they
appeared so harmless and actually exhibited some comical characteristics in the
way they moved and changed shape. She was so intent on her guest's mannerisms
that she scarcely noticed the slight ripple in her robe as one of the creatures
slid between the folds, and began to explore the curves of her figure.

It wasn't until the creature had almost fully engulfed her torso, that she
sensed the intrusion. The smog had fully engulfed her hips and thighs, and was
continuing to spread upwards towards her bosom. She tried to swat and tear the
creature away from her body, but the creature just reformed about her, totally
unaffected by her attempts to free herself. As the creature reached her
breasts, it stopped, but not before Jenny tripped over one of the deckplates,
and landed firmly on her bottom. The smog reformed around her cheeks, then
gently eased her down on to the floor, where she could feel every pore of her
skin being explored rhythmically. It wasn't too long before another of the
creatures joined the first, and soon she found herself surrounded with these
creatures, gently probing and sucking each pore of her body. As if in an erotic
dream, she felt one of them form an artificial penis that penetrated her love
canal and another formed a smoky tendril that entered her bottom, slowly
feeding on all the by-products her body generated.

The stimulation was so intense she could no longer conceal her moans, and soon
she felt the sweet release of an orgasm into a virtually weightless cloud. And
still, even though every fibre of her being screamed from the stimulations she
was receiving, the smogs continued their onslaught, and before she could regain
control, she felt herself void into the mass of invaders about her. She felt
ashamed, but as she peered down into the semi-transparent mass, she could see
that her captors had removed any trace of her excrement. Her mind reeled once
again, as their gently prodding of her swollen clitoris brought another
shattering orgasm. She felt the gentle suction of the creatures consuming her
natural lubrication, and the sheer thought of their desire for her juices
brought another climax. This same evolution continued on repeatedly, until she
could not longer withstand the stimulation, and she collapsed from exhaustion.

When she awoke, several of the creatures hovered about her motionless form, as
if to insure she would be all right. The others had finished off what was left
in the tanks, and apparently returned to their mothership. But Jenny realized
the full potential of these gentle creatures, and tried to summon them close to
her in that she may communicate with them. It was pointless - they couldn't
understand even her most basic queries. She reached for her robe, making a
mental note to find some other form of attire at her first opportunity, and
strolled back to the control room where she found a voice modulator that
allowed her to speak in a myriad of different tongues and dialects. Within no
time, she told her new found friends of her home planet, which would provide
virtually unlimited feeding and opportunity (not to mention pleasure) for them.
These smogs appeared quite elated, and rushed back to their ship which then
appeared to virtually disappear.

With a heartfelt sigh of both fulfillment, and relief, Jenny sank back onto the
bench and began to re-light the ship's non-essential systems. Within a few
brief moments, the ship resumed its course and speed. She found a flight suit
in a compartment at the end of the corridor which fit well enough to insure her
comfort, (albeit did nothing for her figure), and paused to straighten her
disheveled hair in the mirror in her newly discovered restroom. As she passed
the waste storage area on her way back to the control room, she heard a
disturbing rumble coming from within. Gathering all her courage, she pressed
the portal release, and, upon careful investigation, found a solitary smog
huddled under one of the tanks. She sighed in relief at the sight of her
companion, and gestured to him that it was all right. Slowly it emerged from
it's shelter, and followed her to the control room. Through the use of the
modulator, she began teaching him all she knew of the world and the heavens,
and named him Filbert, just because the name fit. Her ship would no longer be
burdened with the excess weight of the liquid waste, and she would not need to
concern herself with the need for companionship or a sexual release, Filbert
was the only element needed to complete the journey. As the hours slipped past,
Jenny gained new confidence in her abilities and knowledge, and began to refer
to her ship the Pegasus, because of it's resemblance to the winged horse with
its vast energy reserves and flowing directional changes. Although she had not
chosen this task, as time evolved she began to cherish it.

Part 4

As the Pegasus slipped between the star systems, it was buffeted by meteorites,
cosmic dust, various gravitational anomalies, and, unknown to both its pilot
and the sensor arrays, by several probes, designed to reveal everything about
the ship's technology and occupants. As the ship compensated its trajectory
around the fourth and final navigational beacon, the ship's sensors became
silent for the first time. At first, Jenny was concerned, but all other systems
were performing above their nominal levels, so she dismissed the silence as a
rare stellar phenomenon. She was less than three lunar days away from the
ship's home planet, and her figure now revealed the changes indicative of the
life growing within her. With the exclusion of the smogs, the trip had truly
been uneventful, giving her opportunity to study all the ship's learning
materials, while maintain a comprehensive exercise and nutritional program to
insure the health of her child. The gestation period had been a mere two
months, and the medical equipment that had illuminated the daily development of
the fetus onto the viewing screen, also kept records of the entire evolution.
The baby's movements within her, gave her the most joy, and were a constant
reminder that her time was near.

As the first day slipped into her self-appointed rest phase, the ship was
suddenly jolted to a complete and instantaneous stop. Jenny flew across the
control room, barely securing a grasp on the viewing screen. Several other
loose items shot across the deck with her, slamming into the opposite side of
the ship and shattering on impact. She gasped for breath as the environmental
controls struggled to maintain equilibrium. The emergency power system finally
initialized, and she was able to release her grasp and begin her query into the
ship's integrity. Most all of the crystal/electric systems had been shattered,
and the power source had been neutralized, but the emergency system was good
for at least 72-hours on full consumption. Suddenly, a solitary beam of light
appeared in front of her and as he appeared, the light faded. He was at least
seven feet tall, shining white - almost brilliant in countenance, and
completely naked. He had no hair on his micro thin body, and his almond, jet
black eyes were inappropriately large and unemotional. He was the epitome of
the stereotyped alien, with the exception of his reproductive organ which was
minute. By comparison, a retractile pen had more to offer. His fingers and toes
were extremely long and frail.

At this moment, however, Jenny was far more concerned about her child, than the
features of this invader. He spoke telepathically, described his galaxy and
mission, and apologetically assumed responsibility for the ship's system
failures. He would help to deliver the new life within her and insure the child
was safely conveyed to his new parents, and in return, he asked for one of her
ovaries. He went on to explain that his species had been sterile for years, and
had abducted compatible women from other planets to help preserve his species.
But a recent scientific breakthrough would allow for reproduction solely using
the ova as long as the extracted ovary was immediately placed within its
supporting equipment - any delay would be fatal. It was a most tantalizing
offer, with the security of her offspring assured, and the opportunity to
become the mother of a second world's population appealed to her ego. Yet she
felt strangely sterile, for without the opportunity to raise her own child, she
feared her nurturance instincts would be left unsatisfied. He assured her that
both her gonads were quite fertile, and that she would have the same
opportunity as any women to procreate normally. This assurance finalized her
decision, for, in careful reflection, she realized she had a marvelous
opportunity to find a perfect father for her future children with the Pegasus.
With a nod, the contract was finalized.

She was whisked into his ship, a glowing orb that reflected warmth and
sterility, and she felt her body float over to a shining gurney. As her frame
settled upon the birthing bed she was surprised at how warm the metal was, and
how it conformed to her body. She saw a large overhead mechanism swing over her
pelvis, and within moments, she could feel the involuntary contractions of the
emerging child. There was no pain or discomfort, only the gentle spasms, as
this new life form entered the sterile environment and took its first breaths.
He was a beautiful child, with a full head of dark curly hair, a blemish free
complexion, and a small tail emerging just above his buttocks. Jenny was given
the only opportunity she would ever have to hold the life that had grown within
her, and after a few tears, and many kisses, the child was taken, to complete
his journey to his new home.

Meanwhile, as the last of her afterbirth was expelled, she saw a tray with a
small electro-mechanical device that looked like a miniature incubator float
over to the side of her bed. There were no incisions, just a warm, stimulating
stream from the machine above her that slowly awakened her sexuality. She
couldn't believe the experience - here was a machine bringing her erotic
sensations with some form of light. It was incredible, she could feel her vulva
experiencing ever deepening spasms, and the nerve endings in her clitoris being
stimulated in a perfect undulating rhythm. As she neared her impending orgasm,
she saw the alien position himself between her trembling legs, and insert his
organ within her. Somehow, the mechanism above her had shrunk her womb back to
its original size after childbirth, or maybe even smaller, as she could feel
him enter her, and feel the muscles of her love canal rhythmically stroke him.
Gradually the stimulation intensified and soon she experienced her first
machine induced orgasm, and, at the same instant, she felt this small organ
erupt with a ferocity she found hard to believe. As the resolution phase set
in, she saw her left ovary float away from the invisible wound in her abdomen,
and into the specially designed support equipment. Before she could even
respond to what she had experienced, she felt herself floating away, back on
board the Pegasus, where all the systems had been restored, and the ship was
drifting freely in a field of stars.

Jenny slept - a fitful restful sleep, and was awakened only when Filbert began
nuzzling her love canal in search of nourishment - she would have to work on
teaching him to ask first! She rose from her bench and ran her hands through
her disheveled hair as she strolled to the bathroom. Once there, she appraised
herself in the mirror. Her body had returned to normal, with her small pert
breasts and her beautifully shaped legs. She felt no pain, although there was a
unique sensation in her abdomen where, unknown to her, the aliens had implanted
a small biological device that would protect her from all known disease, and
increase her body's ability to heal itself tenfold. She gazed at herself
proudly, she was now the mother of two worlds, had a ship to explore the
heavens, and still had the great body and appearance she had worked so hard to
preserve all these years. As she returned to the control room to input new
coordinates for the Pegasus, she felt Filbert brush against her arm in adoring
affection, and knew that she truly was the luckiest girl alive.

The ship quickly gained momentum, transporting her towards a new world of
challenges and rewards, but that's another story that hasn't been written.

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