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White light.
This is all that I’ve been seeing since I’ve been hauled from my bed in the middle of the night. Increments of white light, slipping in and out of consciousness. My rational anxiety is being pushed aside during the short minutes I am awake, trying to piece everything together. Strangely, I am not nearly as afraid as I should be. Why aren’t I screaming? Why aren’t I crying?
When I’m awake, I sense that I’m still laying down on a moveable surface, and I am being taken somewhere. I am in a cold space; my baggy T shirt and plaid pajama pants hardly shield me from the brutal, biting air. My skin is prickling, my nipples harden.
I feel my consciousness slowly sinking back in, but my mind feels engulfed in a blanket, like fog preventing me from grasping what is truly happening. My senses are slowly coming back, and I try to focus on each of them separately.
I take a deep breath, trying to decipher the scent around me. No strong smell here, but the air is cold and crisp, and vaguely clean and somewhat pleasant, like laundry detergents or air refresheners. I try to concentrate on the sounds, and I hear strange voices. I do not recognize the language. They don’t speak much but sometimes make short remarks. Next, I focus on what I can feel, like the soft fabric of my clothes, the semi-soft surface I am laying on. It does not feel like the soft fabric of clean sheets, but more like paper wipes. Suddenly, I feel the fabric being lifted away from my body. I can hear soft sounds of scissors, cutting away at my clothes, revealing my skin to the brutal air.
Now, I am panicking. My eyes had closed, and I have not opened them for the past five minutes I’ve been awake. I attempt to open them, and I feel a sedative force fighting me, turning my eyelids heavy and tired. But I push through. I see characters looming over me, talking to each other over my naked body in a language I have never heard before. A hand – a turquoise hand – gently presses something pliable and rubbery to my ear. It elongates itself inside of my ear, and I may have imagined it zapping my brain. I yelp, trying to press my own hand to my ear and feel it, but I am bound to the bed I’ve been laying on. I see a small needle prickling my hand. I follow the needle, and see it is attached to a narrow tube, which connects to a bag with fluid. Is this the sedative they used on me?
“Alice Thorn,” I hear a soft, feminine voice says my name. “Twenty-seven year old female. Unmarried, no children.” I can suddenly understand their language. Have they spoken English this entire time? I look down at my body, completely and utterly exposed to these beings. Each of my legs is also bound to the bed. “Height is one hundred and sixty centimeters; weight is fifty-one kilograms.” My mind is racing, not understanding when they measured me, and why. “Healthy, no chronic illnesses, vitals are stable.” What is going on? I look up, seeing these three turquoise characters. They have long, navy hair, and piercing amber eyes. They appear female, human-looking except for the blue skin and towering height. I don’t know if it’s because they are standing over me, but their limbs appear much longer than the average woman, almost two meters tall. They are wearing what seems like hospital gowns, but the fabric is completely sheer. Through it, I can see the outline of their muscular bellies, their dark nipples, and the area between their legs is –
I look away. I may be hallucinating. Is this normal to be naked in this strange society?
“Let’s get her ready.” Says one female. She is taller than the other two, her long hair is sleeked back into a ponytail. Her features are cold and dominating. The other two nod and stand behind me.
“Her heart rate is soaring. Blood pressure is high.” Says the tall one. I assume she is the leader of the three.
I want to scream, of course my heart rate is soaring. I am alone, naked, being tested and measured for a purpose I don’t understand.
“Shh.” Says another female and reaches out a soothing hand to my cheek. “Do not worry. We are not going to hurt you, I promise.” This female has softer features and kinder eyes, and she is the shortest of the three, but still a head taller than me, I’m sure.
I can’t find the strength to speak – I don’t know if it’s the shock or the substance in my system. But I do find the strength to gasp when my legs are being pulled apart slightly, exposing my core to the cool air. The short female stands next to me, holds my hand and draws soothing lines across it. The other two are nowhere to be found. When I look to the side, I panic as I see an assortment of silicone, metal and glass objects with blunt and rounded edges on a table next to me.
The female notices my horrified expression and reaches out to caress my cheek. “Do not worry.”
How can I not worry? I think to myself. I see the female holding me sending a curt nod to someone one the other side of the room, and the other female – the third one, returns, having retrieved a magnetic, oval object. She nears me, bringing the magnet to my chest. I begin to squirm, but I am totally helpless with all my limbs bound to this bed.
“Begin.” I recognize the voice of leader.
I am in complete and utter shock when she methodically and pragmatically places the object on one of my nipples, and sealing it with a circular sticker. She then does the same for the other one.
“Initiating stimulation.” She says – I begin to refer to her as the assistant in my head. I let out a voiceless scream when the object starts to vibrate slightly. The gentle hum on my chest causes a warm, tingly feeling to pool in my stomach.
“Heart rate increases.” remarks the assistant, “Serum dopamine and norepinephrine levels are rising.” What…
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” says the kind one and looks at me warmly, letting her eyes cascade over my body.
My pink nipples tighten under the vibrating metal as the sensation increase, and the magnet is throbbing fiercely over my chest.
“Vibration increased to fifty-percent capacity.” Says the assistant. “Responses are as expected. Her climax is steadily building.”
“Very well.” Says the leader, who appeared out of nowhere. She raises her hand, clad with a latex glove. She lowers her head and searches between my legs, my cheeks flush at having the most intimate part of me so closely examined. I am shocked as she gently dips her gloved index finger to my entrance, a thread of wetness stretches from my core to her finger. I am so sensitive from the stimulation on my breasts that her touch, although feather-light and barely there, causes me to shiver and curl my toes. I want more of it.
“She’s almost there. Let’s wrap it up.” The assistant suggests, and the leader nods. The magnets begin to vibrate so violently, I am afraid they will shoot off me. I arch my back helplessly as I feel a tight, phantom thread connecting my breasts to my core. I have never come without clitoral stimulation, but the sensation beginning at my breasts pulls at my body, making my clit throb without anything touching it. The warmth pools and builds in my stomach, and I notice the kind one drawing soothing circles on my bare shoulders.
When I look up at her, our eyes connect and she says, “It’s okay. You can come.”
Her reassurance sends me over the edge. I arch my back; my eyes roll. My toes curl and I claw at the restraints. I let out a deep, guttural moan and shut my eyes, as I let pleasure seize my body. I feel the wetness coating my core, dripping between my thighs.
The leader approaches me, examines my flushed, heaving body. She is scribbling some notes on her writing board.
“First experiment is complete.” The assistant remarks. “Initiating the second experiment.”
I am barely able to recover from my orgasm as my legs are being spread further apart. The kind one smooths my hair as the assistant places another metal object over my clit.
As soon as it starts to throb, I come without warning, my body still hypersensitive from the first climax, my aching clit eagerly waited for contact.
“Well, that didn’t take too long.” The assistant notes and seems almost bored and unimpressed with my reactions.
“We are almost done.” Says the kind one, pressing a tissue to my forehead, patting the beads of sweat collected above my brows.
“Subject is responsive to nipple and clitoral stimulation.” Says the leader. “Initiating the first stage of the third and final experiment.” First stage? How many are there? What do these creatures have in store for me?
I hear a machine buzzing somewhere in the background. I look down at my wrecked, pleasure-torn body. Over the dark curls between my legs, I see a blunt object made from silicone, attached to a metal rod to a device in front of me. In one moment, the three objects on my body – two on my nipples, and one on my clit – begin to vibrate all at once, in the maximal intensity. I gasp. I am so sensitive, I feel like my body is a live wire, zapping everything that comes into contact with it. I look up, my mouth hangs open, as I feel the silicone object probing at my entrance. No… I want to plea. This is too much. I feel exposed, raw, and violated. And having an object pushed inside of my body feels like a dangerous line. But another voice in me craves it. Another voice is begging to be filled. To be fucked.
“Initiating the second stage.” The object smoothly breaches my wet entrance, my inner walls are welcoming it, tightening around it.
“I told you we won’t need any lube.” The assistant says to the kind one.
It goes further in, until it is fully inside of me. I inhale sharply, and scream when the object not only vibrates, but moves in and out.
My arousal drips between my legs, coating my inner thighs and backside. My eyes widen as this device touches my G-stop, and I feel like I may come again, or maybe, like I never stopped coming at all. I indulge in this blissful torture, and part of me doesn’t want it to end.
“She’s ready.” The leader says, and the assistant presses a button on the machine. Another silicone object, which is no bigger than my pinky finger, and with a rounded tip, makes its way towards me. I gasp. Where do they intend on… no.
The kind one notices my horror and lowers her face to mine. “It’s okay. Deep breathes. Do not resist it.” I shake my head violently as the new objects probs my ass, nudges at my tight hole. “Please.” She pleads. “It will be worse if you fight it.” She caresses my cheek, while the assistant squirts a clear, slimy substance over the plug. “It felt good until now, right?” She tries to soothe me. “Take a deep breath.” I panic, look around me. I have no choice but to surrender, to yield my body for these creatures to use. I have to survive this. The kind one continues to hold my face, so I nod, close my eyes and inhale deeply.
“Initiating the third and final stage.”
When I exhale, the plug advances inside my body, in tune with my breath. Each time I exhale, my body relaxes, and welcomes the plug further in. “You’re doing so good.” She praises me. “I am proud of you.” She says, lets go of my face and returns to stand by me. I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see that around the tall ceiling of the room I am in, there is a wide, short window. I can barely make out the turquoise heads on the other side of it. When all of the objects on top of and inside my body begin to vibrate and pump in unison, I arch my back and moan. I can hardly process that I am being watched as my body is attacked with pleasure from all fronts. The objects on my nipples vibrate, as well as the metal on my clit. The silicone dildo inside of me is thrumming and fucking me. The plug in my ass is throbbing, stimulating me in a way I never felt before. And for a moment, I lock eyes with one of the characters watching me. I cannot make out its face, but I see the glimmer of his eyes, his tall and muscular build, and a crown shaped objects atop of his head.
I feel my body blooms and expands into something it has never been before. Threads of pleasure are tugging at my breasts. My clit. My cunt. My ass. The machine is vehemently fucking me now. My small breasts are shaking up and down, to the pace of the machine. I am moaning uncontrollably, making voices I never made, that I barely recognize. My hands are shaking, aching to claw at something, as something breaks inside of me. All my pleasure centers are colliding with each other as I inhale and scream. My eyes widen in shock, my legs are shaking, my core muscles harden as a blinding orgasm claims me. I feel like I am coming for several minutes, as each part of my body milks it to the end, the machine and the plug are fucking me through it. Something sprays from my core onto the machine, barely missing the assistant standing near it.
I just squirted. I should be embarrassed. Mortified, even. But I can’t muster the energy to feel. I am too exhausted. I let my heavy eyelids rest as my body recovers. I cannot know for sure, but based on the touch, I believe it is the kind one that is gently removing the devices from my body, carefully removing the magnets from my nipples and my clit, and gently pulling at the dildo inside of me. The plug is the last to go. “Take a deep breath, and release it slowly.” She requests. I do as she says, and when I exhale, she slowly removes the plug from my ass.
“All three stages of the experiments are complete. The subject is responsive to simultaneous nipple, clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulation.” The leader declares, and I hear the distant sound of clapping. “Yohri, clean her and get her to her room.” She orders.
The kind one – whose name is apparently Yohri – releases my hands and legs from the restraints. She helps me to straighten up, and swiftly covers my body with a soft, white robe. She pulls my arms through the sleeves and ties it over my chest. “put your arms around my neck,” She asks, and when I loop my arms around her, she effortlessly picks me up from the bed, carrying me. I was right, she is so much taller than me. Taller than most men I know. I look down at her chest and sheer garments. Her body is soft and luscious, and I rest my head over her large breasts. I close my eyes, finding myself nuzzling at her neck.
I am so tired that I feel like I’m dreaming when she removes my robe, and I hear a faint sound of water running. The warm, clean current glides over my hair and face. I am seated in what feels like a tub, as Yohri gently lathers and shampoos my hair. She washes it tenderly, then brushes the long, dark strands. Finally, she lifts me to stand and cleans my body with a sponge, cleaning me thoroughly. My body shivers as she swiftly rubs at my sensitive nipples, my core and my ass. She closes the tap, dries me with a towel, and raises my hands to pull a silky, soft nightgown over my body. Yohri carries me again, laying me gently on the softest bed I’ve ever laid in.
“You can rest now.” She said, smoothing my hair and securing it behind my ear. “Tomorrow will also be… eventful. So sleep well.” She says, and I can feel her weight coming off of the matters. I want to ask her what is happening. What is this strange experiment. Who are those people watching me, and what do they have in store for me.
But my eyes give out, my mind is shutting down, and I let sleep carry me away.