Chapter 1
With a sudden feeling of guilt, it occurred
to Emily that somehow this might just be an embarrassing dream she was
having. That she had parked off the road
and fallen asleep behind the wheel. But
surely at such a peak of orgasm she couldn’t have avoided waking up? It was clear that the experience was real and
the extra-terrestials were the cause. The strange lights and gauges were really
taking measurements of her reactions. She was frightened, but nonetheless confident
that she knew how this would end. The
strange effect of helplessness had dissipated.
She would be given a message to her people and then set free to tell her
story to the unbelieving newspapers. She
decided instantly that she would do nothing of the sort; her father had enough
influence in the USA to suppress any embarrassing news stories about his
beloved daughter.
Alone on the road, Emily had been driving
into a vivid sunset. As an Englishwoman, the emptiness of America never ceased
to astonish her. This was one of the
remoter corners of the half continent.
The Arizona desert stretched out level except for a line of vari-coloured buttes still sunlit in the distance and
without a sign of human habitation. The
sky was clouding over and as the colourful sunset faded she switched on the
headlights of her sports car; only a dozen miles of the emptiness to go. The state of the art sat-nav
in the Porsche showed a small town called Calamity to be the next place with
services on the route and she had called to book a hotel room for that
night.
She saw the flying saucer swoop suddenly out
of the gloom to her right with a feeling of incredulity. It descended and swung
parallel with the car, shedding speed with astonishing swiftness to remain
level. It was golden in colour and faintly luminous. Small lights, red and
white, winking on and off in sequence, chased around the rim. The reflected glow of its light on the desert
surface showed that it was flying close and low alongside. It was not very
large, probably not much larger than one of the huge road transport trucks she
had passed earlier in the day.
Incredulity gave way to certainty.
It was the real thing. The slow
parallel flight alongside gave Emily the uneasy impression that she was being
inspected. She thought of all the flying
saucer contact stories she had read.
Sure enough, the car engine cut out suddenly, the radio went dead, the
headlights failed and the dashboard went dark all at the same instant. She forced herself to remain calm, steering
the silent car off the road as it coasted to a halt, then
carefully checked everything. None of
the car’s electrics seemed to be working.
With sudden recollection she sought to activate the kidnap alarm that her
father had insisted upon, though help would be a long time coming out here, at
least it would track her position. No
red light! After a moment’s thought she
fished the flashlight out of the glove compartment. Even that was as dead as the rest, so it wasn’t
the car that was at fault. Looking
upwards for the saucer, she saw it float slowly ahead of her and descend slowly
to land about a hundred yards away, the coloured lights still flashing in
sequence round its rim, but at a much slower rate. Emily told herself she must remember as much
detail as possible. It seemed to sit
quite flat on the earth, a short cylindrical thing with a domed top projecting
from the upper surface that looked as if it might contain some sort of command
centre.
A black oblong had opened in the lower hull
of the saucer. It lit up and,
illuminated by the flood of white light, she saw silvery humanoid figures
emerging. Reluctant to be found cowering in the car, she took a deep breath
and, opening the door, slid out onto the sandy earth. Two figures advanced towards her, seeming of
masculine human build, tall and clad in tight fitting metallic silver one-piece
suits. The eyes, apparently fixed upon her, were inhumanly large, almond shaped
and luminous. Instinctively she knew they
were not men. For certain this wasn’t
some secret US Air Force plane making a forced landing,
they were the classic extra terrestrials! She forced herself to advance a few steps,
feeling weak at the knees.
“Who are you, please?” she called, somewhat
intimidated by their silence. They made
no reply, walking stiffly with evident purposefulness towards her.
“Can you understand our language?” she tried
again, her voice wobbling uncertainly as they loomed closer with no sound of
breathing, or making any response. She
ran the few steps back to the car and fumbled behind her for the door handle,
unable to take her eyes off the advancing figures, reflecting that she had seen
and read of this sequence so many times.
She was less than sure of the accuracy of those accounts, but they
sapped her confidence in the utility of another effort to start the car. She remained pressed up against the car door,
trembling with fear and excitement as the figures closed in. The extraterrestrials
towered over her, at least six footers and certainly man-shaped, except that by
the evidence of their tightly fitting suits they were as sexless as reports
usually asserted. The grip of their
hands when they plucked her from the side of the car was like a pair of steel
bands round her arms. Her father had
been concerned that some African terrorist group, opposed to his company’s
activity, might track her down, seeking to hold her hostage, but something like
this would never have crossed his mind.
She
was walked forcibly across the intervening distance and taken into the
saucer. The bright light blinded her at
first as she was handled easily and lifted onto a flat surface that felt smooth
and cold beneath her body. She flopped
helplessly between their unyielding hands, unable to manage her limbs and
supposed that she must have been sedated somehow, for her muscles had
completely relaxed, no longer responding to commands. Her brain still seemed clear enough, though
she had difficulty in focusing her eyes against the light, while her efforts at
speech produced only a gurgling sound.
She tried to remember what all those stories had said. She had thought them mere fantasies
encouraged by the sillier kind of newspaper for their ‘Gee-whiz’ content. Yet,
if accurate, they showed that others had survived these contacts unharmed. She told herself firmly not to panic, to
trust that these creatures were scientists of their own kind.
The space she was in was small but one wall
that she could see was quite filled by a spider web construction, full of
lights at junction points and fluorescent tubes along the lines. Helpless to
resist or protest, she was undressed with rapid
efficiency. In her experience, the
average human male displayed less capacity than these alien creatures, or was
it simply that the Silver Suits had plenty of practice? All too soon she lay on her back stark naked,
her arms drawn up above her head, firmly held at the wrists. Her knees were bent back and her feet lifted
until that she could see her both her ankles without lifting her head, high up
and clamped into metal stirrups on either side.
Her thighs were now pulled so wide that she could feel the tendons
standing out taut and her mound projecting upwards. She was being held helplessly open for
exactly the sort of gynaecological examination that the alien encounter stories
reported. Something smooth and cold
nudged into the tightness of her sphincter.
Peering in dismay between the gently slumped curves of her breasts,
Emily could see one of the Silver Suits between her naked legs bending forward
as if to manipulate some piece of equipment.
She strove to loosen the bonds of her tongue, but only made gagging
sounds, no more coherent than before. She hoped fervently that they understood
human orifices. A thicker tube, just as
cold, was sliding into her anus as easily as if it carried its own
lubrication. There was a long hiss. Emily gasped indignantly as two thin liquid
jets burst into her, one into her bladder the other her bowels, as if to fill
her to bursting, then stop and reverse.
With frantic shame she felt all her efforts at retention collapse, her
wastes spurting out through relaxed muscles, gurgling noisily, yet being sucked
up somehow as it did so through the intruded tubes. Their withdrawal left her red-faced yet
quivering with relief. Perhaps it had
only been a medical sanitary technique, she had no
idea after all, but that her wastes might pollute the environment of an alien
craft.
Another probe re-entered her behind; a
considerably thicker one this time. It
slid slowly into her through her anus, going deep until Emily panicked again,
imagining that this time it might not stop, flexing her wrists and ankles
against the restraints, making as much noise as she could manage until she felt
the message she was giving must be obvious.
Whether or not it made any difference to her captors, the probe did halt
and she groaned in relief. Then to her
horror she felt it growing in girth instead.
It was swelling in its circumference, distending her anal ring. She was solidly and irremovably impaled upon
its length and could do nothing but repeat her expressions of distress with
heartfelt fervour. She was plugged as tight as the fleshy rim would withstand
by the time it stopped and then much more rapidly than it had expanded, it
shrank away and slipped out of her smarting bottom hole with a distinctly empty
plop.
The effects of her sedation had begun to wear
off or else the stimulation of her anal passage had evoked an extra sensitivity
everywhere else. The same probe or a
similar one was now being applied to her vaginal passage which, under the
tension of her posture, must have been gaping open all the while. By now she could lift her head until she
could almost get a glimpse of the instrument in the hands of its enigmatic
expressionless silver operator. It slid
inexorably within her, cold and mechanical, going deeper and deeper. This time she had learnt the ropes and held
her breath with uncertain nerves until she felt she had taken as much as should
satisfy them, then gave vent to her expressions of alarm again, confident that
she had mastered the technique. Perhaps
her ruse had registered upon some instrument for this probe only pressed on deeper
despite her increasing cries, then just as she really began to panic, it did
stop. The expansion followed again. Her vagina being more elastic than her anus,
it took a long time to reach straining point.
Emily was wide-eyed and gasping by the time it finished, feeling
stoppered inhumanly tight. But it
collapsed with the same rapidity as the former, leaving her with a feeling of
gaping vacancy between her legs when it slid out. She could almost have regretted losing that
feeling of being so solidly filled, if only the intrusion had been a bit more
responsive! Off to the side, meanwhile,
the panel of lights flickered on and off, changing colours occasionally while
the vertical tubes showed slowly rising or sinking proportions of light and
dark like gauges perhaps registering some condition of her body.
A new horror appeared in her view. The hands left her and she found control of
her limbs instantly restored, but by then it was too late for she lay tightly
restrained and unable to defend herself.
The Silver Suits had backed off and now stood motionless in the
background and she was surrounded instead upon the examination table by several
tall black hairy-bodied giant arachnids.
Their bodies were double spheres, perched atop four thin angled and
jointed legs, the lower part the size of a forty-gallon oil drum, the upper of
beach-ball size. All was wreathed in a
transparent bubble within which beady eyes upon the ends of extended stalks
swivelled as if to inspect her. The legs
seemed to be decorated with individual arrangements of ribbons in different
colours and patterns. An
extra pair of jointed limbs similarly decorated, served for arms each ending in
four pincer-like fingers. It
seemed that the spider creatures had taken over the investigation, clicking
exchanges passing between them, a language sounding as if it were the old Morse
code carried by a spluttery radio link.
One of the insects loomed between her and the
lights, a forelimb extended and the ‘fingers’ descended towards her mouth. She set her teeth tightly, guessing at what
was likely to happen, but the digits barely nudged her lips then splayed, two
up in a V and two down joined together to make the stem of a Y, pressing her
lips apart until her clamped teeth were revealed. That seemed to satisfy her examiners,
as if they only wanted to be sure she had teeth. A distant hiss and a clunk sounded ominously
like a door closing. In the interval that followed she speculated uneasily as
to what all these measurements of depth and capacity might be for. Yet another probe followed between her
thighs. She felt it nudge her gaping sex
lips and trembled in anticipation. The closing
of the door had sounded very final. Did
it mean that she had been approved as a suitable specimen and was not to be
immediately released? This time the
probe was soft skinned and warm, almost like a human organ. Emily emitted a startled squeak. Neither the Spiders nor the Silver Suits were
human, surely! It made no immediate
assault upon her, but was impossible to ignore, pressing gently but insistently
at the very entrance to her vagina.
Hands cupped her breasts. She
told herself not to be a fool; they must belong to some cushioned machine tool
and that the hardening of her nipples was only due to the cool air. She squeaked even more nervously as objects
looking very like electrodes were clipped to each stiffened nipple, while
judging by the feel of hard edged grips between her legs, more were being added
to her labia. A smooth spatula-like
instrument lifted back the little fleshy hood of her labia long enough to allow
another clip to be attached to the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Finally a slim pencil-like instrument slid
gently but insistently into her anus.
There was a nerve-wracking pause while she remained uncertain of what
the nature of this new ordeal might be, whether a scientific test or an act of
fiendish torture.
Fiendish it might have been, but not entirely
the torture that Emily had half expected.
Gentle pulses of sensation suffused her flesh, centred upon the slowly
entry of the warm probe between her legs.
Sensation flowed up and down her labia like strokes of velvet and pulsed
within her, while all the time the probe pushed deeper and deeper. She felt her clitoris stiffening and swelling
around its electrode, while her nipples stiffened under the effect of a similar
sensation like a hot tongue curling simultaneously round the little nodules in
countervailing directions. Her cheeks
clenched spontaneously around the intrusion in her anus and she twisted and
jerked her hips like a belly dancer in an involuntary attempt to deny the soft
solidity of the main probe entry into the deeper confines of her flesh.
Her audience was not human, Emily reminded
herself wildly. There was no shame in betraying her reaction to such
stimulus. She tugged tentatively once or
twice at her restraints, but when the erotic stimulation continued relentlessly
she abandoned any further attempt, satisfied that she had no choice but to
submit. She had never experienced such
an arousal. Her entire abdomen throbbed,
her clitoris pulsed and her breasts tingled.
Her movements became an effort to increase the experience rather than to
avoid it. She found she could make the
probe sink a little further into her with each effort she made and abandoned
all caution, wriggling it deeper. It
seemed to pulse in waves as it went deeper and deeper. Explosive contractions began, built up, and
overwhelmed her at last and she wailed in half-ashamed
ecstatic release. The pulses died away
with her noisy orgasm and she lay collapsed in the possession of alien
instruments, panting and trembling, overwhelmed with astonishment at her own
performance.
She wasn’t released and she was given no
message. Instead she was taken deeper
into the saucer, put into a cage and left there, still naked. The last she saw of the Silver Suits, they
were still standing rigid and immobile around the examination table like some
sort of humanoid robot. Her real captors
were the spider-like creatures. They
communicated with one another by the unmusical piping and whistling sounds, but
paid no heed to her own attempts at contact, though they supplied her with food
and water and checked her cage regularly. There was a shallow bowl with a
covered central slot and two vaguely foot shaped indentations either side of
it, obviously meant for wastes. Pressure
on the foot shapes made the cover slide aside, she found, and release of
pressure closed it again. The
transparent bubble that enveloped the Spiders’ upper half seemed to be a
breathing apparatus since it had looping hose connections to a kind of pack
slung beneath the limbs. Emily
speculated that the spiders’ own conditions in the rest of the craft might be
quite different from those she was provided with. She had glimpsed at least two other cages in
adjoining compartments as she was carried in, but all that was on view in her
own space were enigmatic but utilitarian appearing pipes or cables and a
tightly closed door.
She was kept in the cage for a long time,
several days at least, if the periods of light and dark, like the temperature
and the air quality, were accurate reflections of those of earth. She wondered if she was intended as a sort of
zoological specimen and the nature of the measurements preyed upon her
mind. She couldn’t help dwelling upon
the idea of possibly being mated with some other captive that the Spiders might
have decided was a similarly fine specimen of the human male. Feeling an uneasy
excitement at the prospect, she supposed it would be no worse than the arranged
marriage that some societies practiced on earth. Would she be made to do it in public? She squirmed as she imagined an audience of
intelligent Spiders taking notes.