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      Alien Abduction@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


        I've never shared this story with anyone before because I
knew no one would believe it--but I guess also because I I felt so
guilty about everything. Still, I felt like I had to tell someone, so
I decided to write it down anonymously. Maybe I thought that, if I
heard from someone else that I wasn't crazy, I'd believe it myself.
        I'm not the kind of person who sees things, in fact, I think
I'm a pretty normal woman. I'm definitely not a person who ever
believed in UFOs. Sure, I saw TV shows about them sometimes--like
Unsolved Mysteries or something--but I mostly just laughed. So you
can imagine how shocked I was when this all happened. I live by
myself in a little house on some land that my uncle owns. The house
isn't much, it doesn't even have an air conditioner, so I usually
sleep with the windows open. Anyway, one night, about 2:00 in the
morning--I know because I remember looking at the clock--I woke up
hearing a loud humming sound, and there was a really bright light
coming in through the window. I was surprised because the house is
about two miles off the main road, and I couldn't imagine who would
be driving up there in the middle of the night.
        When I looked out the window, I couldn't see anything at
first because the light was blinding. But after a bit, I could make
out a huge, metal saucer sitting in the middle of the yard.
Naturally, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought I must be
dreaming--I mean the thing looked just like a flying saucer in an old
movie. But it was real. That's when I got scared. I jumped out of bed
and started to run out of the bedroom. But before I could reach the
door, something happened. A bright spot light suddenly came through
the window. But it wasn't just a light because, as soon as it hit me,
my body went limp and I fell to the floor. It didn't knock me out--I
was still awake and scared to death. But I couldn't move.
        Then it got even stranger. The light started vibrating (I
don't know how else to describe it), and started moving up. My body
started rising with it, the light was picking me up off the floor. It
felt like there was a strap under my rear lifting me up--my arms and
legs (still paralyzed) were hanging down. You've got to remember that
I was awake this whole time. It's funny--even though I was terrified,
I remember feeling embarrased because my panties were showing. When I
went up off the ground, the T-shirt I was sleeping in slid up above
my waist. Isn't it strange how you can think about small things like
that?--I was worrying about the shirt sliding up too far and showing
my breasts!
        The light carried me across the bedroom and out the window
(it wasn't until later that I wondered what had happened to the
screen--it was still missing the next day). I went through the window
legs first, with my head hanging down behind, so I couldn't see what
was going on in front of me. A door must have opened up on the side
of the spaceship because the beam carried me inside. It put me down
on a metal table and then disappeared. I still couldn't move my body,
but I wasn't numb because I remember how cold the table was on the
back of my thighs.
        The room looked like some kind of lab, it was full of
computers and machinery.  I laid there wondering if I was going to be
killed--I still hadn't seen anybody. About that time, I heard a noise
from the corner of the room. It sounded something like a little car
coming closer to me. After a second, I could see it out of the corner
of my eye. It rolled up and stopped next to me. It was a kind of
robot, with four metal claws attached to flexible arms in front. One
claw was holding something that looked like a gas mask, and it put
the mask over my face. I couldn't help but breath it in. It didn't
have any smell, but it must've been like the nerve gas that the
dentist uses because after a few minutes, I started to relax and not
feel so scared anymore.
        I watched as the robot reached down and grabbed hold of my
arms. It pulled them up over my head and I could feel them being
strapped down. It did the same thing with my legs, spreading them
apart and strapping them down. By now the gas had taken effect. I got
a funny sensation like my body was separate from my mind, I watched
what the robot was doing like it was someone else besides me.
        After I was strapped down, the robot backed up. Then the
table started tilting up till it was straight up and down and I was
hanging by my wrists. I was getting able to move again, so I could
hold my head up and look around. There still wasn't anyone in the
room except for the robot. The robot rolled over to me and lifted up
one of its claws, which had a sharp blade on one of its fingers. I
remember thinking--real calm--that it was going to kill me. But it
didn't. The blade slid up under my shirt and started cutting it open.
After slitting the shirt clear down the front, it started cutting it
off my arms. In seconds, the shirt was in shreds on the floor. Then
slowly--even gently--the robot slid the blade under my bra and cut it
open. Then it did the same thing to my panties (another strange
memory--the blade was really cold when it touched my stomach!) Like I
said, the gas had done something to my mind because I was hanging
there totally naked, but I was completely calm.
        Then the table started turning around to face the wall
behind me. On the wall was a strange looking machine. Before I could
get much of a look at it, it started moving. Two rubber cups--about
like plungers--started coming out of the wall, and I watched as they
attached themselves to my chest. I didn't even have time to think
before they started squeezing my breasts, really slow and not rough
at all.
        Now this is the part I don't know how to say--I mean it
must've been because the gas was messing with my mind or something,
but somehow, what they were doing felt good. It was so weird--my mind
wasn't worrying about whether they would kill me or not, I couldn't
think about anything but how good it felt. After a few seconds of
that, I felt something inside the cups, something real light and
soft, start to brush over my nipples. They were already really
sensitive, so the feeling was pretty intense.
        I'm not sure how long that went on, but in spite of myself,
I started to get turned on--I even heard myself moan out loud. Just
then a flexible arm like the ones on the robot came out of the wall.
But instead of a claw on the end of it was something that looked like
the eraser on a pencil. I looked down and watched it go between my
legs. I could feel it moving around in my vagina--again, very
gently--then I felt it touch my button. I knew I wasn't paralyzed any
more because at that moment my whole body tensed up. The main arm
didn't move again, but I could feel just the tip moving slowly over
my button.  It wasn't long before two tubes came out of the wall--one
thick and one smaller. They both kind of looked like water hoses, but
instead of being open at the end they had knobs. I remember thinking
very clearly, "This thing is going to rape me," but I wasn't the
least bit scared. Sure enough, the large tube went between my legs
and I felt it slide up into me. I wondered what the second tube was
going to do, but just then I felt it wriggling between my ass cheeks.
I've never done that kind of thing before, so I didn't know what it
would feel like. I could feel the tube pushing against my ass--I
must've tensed up--but then, it slipped inside. It didn't hurt at
all, and I remember thinking that it must be lubricated.
        As I'm writing this, it still seems too incredible to be
true. There I was, hanging naked as this machine raped me from both
ends. Sometimes I still think it must have been a dream because I
can't believe that I actually enjoyed what happened. I've heard about
other woman who enjoy fanticizing about rape, but I never did it
before. Anyway, I know it wasn't just a dream or a fantasy because it
felt too real. I remember so clearly how my whole body tingled, how
the tubes in my vagina and asshole began to slide in and out more
quickly. The machine must've had some sort of way to tell that I was
getting more turned on because the more excited I got, the harder it
worked. After a while--it couldn't have been more than a few
minutes--I knew that I was going to come. By then, I couldn't think,
I could barely catch my breath I was so overwhemled by how my body
felt. Whatever was carressing my nipples and button got faster and
harder, and the tubes in my vagina and asshole sped up and even
started vibrating. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt the
orgasm explode inside me (I think I even screamed), for one long
instant my body was a knot of tight muscles. Then, it was over, and I
went limp--but this time from exhaustion.
        What happened afterwards is a little fuzzy. I vaguely
remember being carried back into the house by the light beam and left
on the floor. I went sound asleep, and when I woke up, it was night
again--24 hours had passed. I never saw a sign of the spaceship
again, and I never told a soul what happened. But sometimes I still
dream about it, and I wake up turned on.


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