She had grown up knowing that she must protect her virginity for the force from the skies and in a way the Lavitians had become God like to her. Alone in bed at night she would caress her budding breasts and dare to reach between her legs in an effort to extinguish the burning pain that grew there but never daring to linger too long for fear of corrupting her purity and being denied her place on Heaven. She wasn’t the only young girl to harbour such secret feelings - and many went to their fate damp between their naked, nubile thighs.
This is the tale of one such woman.
The Lavitians were invincible and so, in the name of survival, the men of Earth were forced to allow the farming of their daughters to continue unhindered.
It’s only a few girls, to fend off a bloody holocaust the men of power countered and so the annual sacrificing began and the contentious subject surrounding the existence of UFO’s was finally laid to rest for good in the early spring of 2028.
The God we had pinned so much hope on – our saviour from the skies; forgiver of all sins – had turned out to be our executioner instead and Earth nothing more than an intergalactic garden where the only flowers harvested were our young women, plucked at their ripest and ripped from their families to an unknown fate on a planet that had once been their home – the place they know of as…heaven.
No one talked of this annual exodus anymore. Not the fathers forced to protect the virginity of their daughters, nor their would-be-suitors, left impotent by the Lavitian’s terrible might, not even the hapless girls themselves, for rumour had it that the Lavitians – the true superior race of our universe - not only possessed love making skills that the men of Earth could only dream of - but also cocks capable of satisfying even the greediest cunt…and Gina’s was particularly greedy.
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Gina obeyed the compelling orders of the voice in her head
without question and joined the orderly queue to file robotically into
the bowels of the vast ship. Her stomach was churning, her eyes now
quick and darting as she looked out from a body that no longer seemed
to do her bidding; utterly powerless to resist the pull of The
Lavitian mind.
The floor of the ship was strangely warm beneath her bare feet,
its deep throb almost comforting as she took up position over one of
the round, pulsating blue lights that covered the vast floor space,
placing her feet onto the marked out spots exactly as the voice in her
head commanded.
A fragile silence descended upon the room that only the rapid
breathing and pitiful whimpers of countless other frightened girls
broke into – and then, in a sudden hiss of air, which wrought a
further chorus of hysterical squeals, the lights beneath their feet
turned into pulsating rods.
Gina couldn’t help herself. She let out a terrified scream as
the cold metal rod shot up between her legs, entering her vagina and
impaling her to the spot in a mere fraction of a second and breaking
her hymen as it robotically stole away her virginity.
Gina was in shock, looking down at the invading object in
stunned silence, watching in horror as a thin trickle of her own deep
red blood coursed down the shiny metal rod and panic rich with
adrenalin now flooded through her veins as she prepared herself to
meet a horrible death but the rod stopped when it met resistance and
now nestled comfortably against her cervix.
Gina looked around to see her fear mirrored in the faces of her
neighbours but her blind panic eased a little as the rod’s throbbing
drone reverberated to her very core. It was weirdly comforting and had
taken the edge off her fear in much the same way as a good slug of
vodka would have done and with that ragged edge of her fear now
smoothed over she was better able to consider her plight.
She could have screamed and struggled to free herself – but to
what aim? Even she knew that escape was impossible – no girl had ever
returned to Earth from a Lavitian ship. Her fate had been sealed so
she tried to convince herself that if she’d been selected because of
her beauty then surely these men meant her no harm. Images of becoming
the lover of a wealthy and influential Lavitian now filled her
impressionable, young mind and suddenly her plight didn’t seem so
awful. She would have the best of everything that Heaven could offer
in return for pleasuring her Lavitian lover – could that be so very
bad, she reasoned. She felt sure that she wasn’t being shipped to
Heaven for a life of hard labour. They would hardly choose to abduct
beautiful young women if it was strong, broad shouldered workers they
required.
Gina was feeling strangely restful now, as if the deep, rhythmic
pulse of the rod penetrating her so intimately had some kind of
tranquillising effect and in this trance like state she watched
impassively as a Lavitian appeared to address his captive audience.
Gina examined his expressionless face and found herself blushing
as his dark eyes rested on her and seemed to pry into her very soul.
Gone were the white overalls these men wore to harvest their prey. His
lean body was now draped in nothing but a short scarlet robe which
stopped at his hips to reveal an obscenely large penis. It was thick
as an arm, with a huge bulbous tip that reached to his knee as it hung
lazily between his legs. Gina found her eyes irresistibly drawn to it
and he in turn appeared to be actively posturing and posing as if he
knew the effect his massive manhood would have on them.
‘I am your Lavitian master,’ he announced and this time Gina saw
his mouth move as he spoke. His voice was as impassive as the
expression on his face but Gina instinctively felt an inexplicable
kind of fearful reverence towards this superior being as he towered
over his flock of cowering captives.
‘Your journey will be long but you’ll be put to good use –
dissenters will be punished,’ he added almost as an after thought
before turning and heading back through the door he had entered by. It
had been a brusque welcome and with no explanation as to why they had
been taken or just what use they were to serve but his coldness and
arrogant delivery had left Gina homesick and tearful once again.
All around her Gina saw the same frightened faces, like lost
children on a busy street; their own tears, never far from the
surface, shone bright in their wide fearful eyes as they searched for
reassurance and warmth. But warmth was a word without meaning in these
new and frightening surroundings. Warmth was a mother’s embrace or a
father’s ever dependable love. Warmth was a thing of the past. Tears
clouded Gina’s vision when she thought of home and she wrapped her
arms around her naked breasts and hugged them to her.
‘I’m scare…ARRGH!’ Gina had only said what she saw reflected in
the sea of terrified faces around her – she only wanted the small
comfort of another reassuring voice but her words had been met with a
searing jolt of electricity that had filled her uterus with a thousand
sharp edged, knives of burning pain and a disembodied voice issued the
order…‘Earthlings have no need for language.’
