An alien scientist, female this time, examines you. "Are you going to be an obedient little slave?" she asks. You glare back at her. "Yes, this one will do nicely," she says. She takes two ceramic beads. One she inserts in your left ear, the other she sticks in your pussy. You squirm around, uncomfortable at those intrusive fingers, until she does something to another machine -- precisely what, you can't quite see -- with her other hand. There's a buzzing, tingling sensation in you ear, and gradually those fingers stop feeling quite so intrusive. They start to feel... kind of nice, actually.
Your pussy may like what's going on, but your brain sure doesn't -- you try to squirm away, but you're strapped down too tightly. In spite of your best efforts, that nice feeling turns to good, and that good feeling turns to great. You try to hold back the building orgasm, but the alien woman's fingers are too talented -- in minutes, you come like a freight train.
"Calibration complete," the alien says, removing her fingers. She licks them off and shudders in ecstasy. "You'll do."
The capsule closes around you again and whisks you off to a new location. When it opens you find yourself in a chamber with half a dozen other women, all naked except for an armband on their left biceps.
"Looks like we've got a new roommate," says a tall, athletic looking black woman with a strong British accent. She points to a bed. "Lay out your kip over there."
"What?" you ask.
"She means 'set up you stuff on that bed.' She's made that joke three times now," says a blonde with a southern accent.
"Four," corrects a deeply tanned brunette with an accent you can't quite identify. Like the black woman and the blonde, she's extremely athletic and good looking. Looking around, you see that all the women are fit and quite beautiful, though they have nothing else in common that you can see.
Not having any "kip" to set up, you move over to the bed and sit down.
"What's going on here?" you ask.
"You haven't noticed the alien kidnapping?" the blonde asks.
You resist the urge to hit the sarcastic bitch -- high stress situation, and you don't want six women ganging up on you if they decide they don't like that. "I mean what are they going do do with us," you explain.
"Besides that dyke alien molesting us every chance she gets?" asks a Latina with curly jet-black hair down just below her shoulders. "We don' know."
"Best guess is we'll find out when that last bed fills up," says the Brit. "Til then you'd best just--"
"Lie back and think of England!" the others chorus.
"Get a new joke," adds the blonde. The Englishwoman glares at them. |