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****** WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING *****
    This story is adult material and may contain all (and almost
definitely contains some) of the following:
    Explicit acts of sex between men and women,
    Explicit acts of sex between women and women,
    Men torturing women, Women torturing men,
    Torture, violence, supernatural creatures,
    S&M,    D&S,    B&D,    and a whole bunch of other sick,
twisted         letters of the alphabet.
    If any of this stuff offends you, or if you are underage,
DON'T READ it. STOP NOW! You have been warned.
    However, if you are of legal age and are enough of a pervert
to actually enjoy all that stuff, read on and enjoy. The author
welcomes all comments, criticisms, and suggestions but people
interested in censorship or moral judgements will be vigorously
ignored . :)
    The people, places, characters, and events depicted in this
story are completely and utterly the product of the author's twisted
mind and any similarity to persons living or dead, real or fictional
is purely coincidental.
    The author does not encourage nor condone the attempted
duplication or repetition of any of the acts depicted herein or any
variation thereof, as some of them are really nasty! ******WARNING
WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING******

@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ
Author's Note: A few months ago,
I saw a really fascinating movie
called, "A Fire in the Sky.
" If you haven't seen it, it's
an allegedly true story about a man
who was abducted and spent 5 days or
so on an alien spaceship.
@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


    The movie is very interesting and towards the end, there's a
particularly disturbing scene where you get to see one of the more
terrifying events that happened to the man, when the aliens work some
kind of experiment on him.

    I found this particular scene not only terrifying, but deeply
disturbing, and after a few months of thinking about it, I began to
find it rather erotic, as well. I started to imagine what it would
have been like to be in that situation, or what it might be like to
write a story about a woman in that situation.

    What intrigued me most about the whole idea was that these
aliens are completely cold. They make no attempt to communicate, nor
to explain themselves, nor to reassure their subject. The victim is an
animal to them, completely beneath their notice, to be used, learned
from, and discarded at leisure. And the aliens purpose is completely
unknown and possibly unknowable to the victim.

    If you've seen the movie, you may recognize certain elements
of the following story, as same of the ideas in the film were just too
damned sexy to be left out. I've made some major changes, though and
the story is mostly original. My apologies to the film-makers in
advance.


            Electron Abduction
                     By Tie

    Jenny's head hurt and her vision was blurred as she regained
consciousness from her long enforced slumber. Hallways whizzed by as
if she were running, though she lay completely limp.

    Her first thought was confusion, and her second was of the
ship. She had been out on the front porch of her house, watching the
stars and drinking in the fresh country air when she had first seen
the lights. They were brighter than the sun, and seem to come out of
nowhere. There was no gradual brightening, they were just suddenly
there, and so was the incredible object in the sky which made them.

    The ship had been huge, bigger than any building Jenny had
ever seen in her whole 23 years of life. And it was the last thing she
could remember until now.

    Jenny lived alone, and she was alone when the ship had
appeared. Her parents had left her the farm a year before and she had
stayed on, living there alone for more than a year, mourning their
loss. She worked hard, growing vegetables of various sorts, and she
was in perfect shape. Her long raven-black hair spilled around her
shoulders to the middle of her back. Her brown eyes sparkled like the
ocean in moonlight. She was about 5 foot 6 inches tall, and 120 pounds,
and she prided herself on her perfect 36-24-36 figure.

    That night she had been wearing faded blue jeans and a tank
top, and she found that she was still wearing them now as the hallways
of black walls flew by.

    As she regained her senses, she began to turn her head from
side to side, and so she saw the arms holding her shoulders and her
feet dragging along the floor. She began to panic and grabbed at the
flooring, but it was smooth, and she had no strength.

    The arms on either side of her had strength, though, and more
than was right for any human she had ever known. They felt cold, like
metal, and as she looked closer, she saw the shiny black surface, like
oil with thin green lines covering it. The skin reminded her of
circuit boards and Jenny began to feel very anxious.

    "Hey, What's going on? Where am I?"

    She could not see the rest of the men (creatures?) carrying
her, and they made no sound as the dragged her by the shoulders down
countless hallways of smooth black metal.

    She screamed for help, but her captors did not even respond to
indicate that they had even heard her.

    Without warning, the corridors opened into a large room and
the two beings holding her lifted her swiftly by the shoulders
practically throwing her onto a large silver metal table in the center
of the room. As she looked around the room, she saw hideous metal
machines with jagged edges and needle-point all around, embedded in
the walls and in the ceiling.

    Her two captors appeared human, except they wore no clothing
and were covered from head to toe in that same black oil-colored skin
with green lines in intricate patterns. They appeared identical and
moved with machine-like efficiency, and two had apparently already
been in the room, because there were now four of them instead of just
two.

    As she looked, she could see they had no facial features, no
eyes or nose, and there was something about the shapes of their bodies.
They were too rounded, no imperfections, just perfect copies of each
other. No eyes, no mouths, no noses, the creatures did not speak, and
yet seemed to communicate on a level beyond Jenny's ability to
understand. She began to scream and tried to jump off the table and
run, but the creatures grabbed her and held her down.

    Each of the beings grabbed one of her limbs and held her down,
spread-eagle on the silver table. A fifth appeared, and Jenny was too
panicky to notice from where he came. It took him only a few seconds
to tear her clothing from her body, every last scrap gone, leaving her
body completely exposed to their alien eyes (or whatever senses they
used to see.) The creature tore roughly and used her own body for
leverage, bruising her in several places.

    He draped a white sheet over the table, covering her
completely and spilling over the edges of the tables. The creatures
released her arms and legs and instead grabbed the sheet and pulled it
taught over the table.

    The sheet felt strange, like an odd combination of wax and
rubber and cloth, and Jenny thrashed under it but could not tear it.

    She lay on her back squirming, as a fine mist of tiny swirling
sparks fell gently from the ceiling like rain all over the table. It
looked like some kind of strange energy field washing down from above,
and as it touched the sheet, the material began to shrink and contract.
Jenny screamed and fought hard, her eyes wide in terror as the shrink-
wrap cloth closed it's incredibly strong fibers over every inch of her
body holding her spread-eagle and completely immobile, stuck to the
table like a fly in amber.

    The covering tightened, pinching her skin and crushing her in
it's embrace until she could not move. It sealed over her face and she
struggled for breath. The material had sealed over her mouth and nose
and she could neither inhale nor exhale. And she repeatedly fought for
air, making tiny gagging noises, her eyes wide in the most intense
terror she had ever felt in her life.

    The creatures were moving around her, and she could see
through the wrap fairly well. It was milky white but mostly
transparent and since it was so close to her eyes, she could see what
was going on around her as if it were in a mild fog.

    One of the creatures used a sharp instrument to cut a tiny
gash in the fabric over her mouth and she gasped in a breath.
Breathing was still hard, because the material constricted her ribs,
but she breathed in ragged gasps, tasting life-giving air once more.

    Next, the creature made a cut above her eye, and the fabric
receded around the eyes, leaving a gap so she could see clearly. When
the being cut over the other eyes, he used a little too much force,
and Jenny could feel that he had cut her and drawn a tiny speck of
blood on her brown.

    She began to beg and plead with them for mercy, and she sobbed
in terror. Her pleas were answered when one of the beings inserted a
large piece of black metal into her mouth. The object was shaped
roughly like an X and was placed into her mouth and the edges locked
against her teeth. The X was then tilted outward like a pair of
scissors opening to spread her teeth wide apart. In the center of the
X was a small hole and the creatures wasted no time in inserting a
thick metal tube into the hole and shoving it straight down Jenny's
throat.

    Jenny gagged and gurgled as she tried to resist the rough
treatment, but she was helpless and completely at the mercy of these
beings who, it appeared, had no mercy whatsoever.

    Down and down her throat went the tube, and the rough surface
scraped her throat raw before it was done. She felt the tube go all
the way into her stomach and press against its walls. All Jenny could
do was gurgle acid-flavored protests and sobs.

    One of the creatures moved to the end of the table and cut
another small slit in the wrap, and Jenny cringed a she felt the knife
against her crotch. He didn't cut her, but the wrap receded and her
pussy was exposed and vulnerable to the aliens.

    One of the aliens moved toward her with a metal device shaped
like a half moon. He pressed the side of the device against her neck
and she heard a loud click as the device pierced her skin and imbedded
itself in her neck. It was shaped so that it went from her neck,
following the curve of her head around to her chin, where it pointed
upward.

    A machine from the ceiling began to move downward now, with
three metal prongs pointed straight at Jenny's face forming the
corners of an upside-down triangle.

    The lower prong was the longest and reached her soonest, and
it clicked loudly and jarred the device connected to her neck when it
connected itself to the chin-peice.

    The other two were directly in front of her eyes and Jenny
began to scream out gurgled screeches of pure terror as the two prongs
began to telescope outward to for tiny needles aimed straight at her
eyes.

    She fought against her restraint with renewed vigor now, but
still could not move the tiniest fraction of an inch as the points
worked their way inevitably closer and closer and the strange aliens
creatures stood around and bent in to watch.

    As the points got close enough to touch, Jenny reflexively
closed her eyes and felt the needles shift slightly penetrating the
very outer corners of her eyes, not piercing the eyes at all, but
simply going around them into her head. She sobbed in relief in terror
and horrible agonizing hopelessness, all at once.

    This has to be a nightmare, Oh God, Please let me wake up, let
me wake up!

    She wanted to pass out, but somehow she knew she wouldn't. She
could feel something different in her body already. She felt more
awake than she ever had in her life and she suspected that the device
attached to her neck and the tube into her stomach were feeding her
drugs unknown to human science.

    Another machine began to move down from the ceiling over
Jenny's chest and she began to sob once again, knowing that this could
only mean more pain.

    As the machine lowered itself, she saw two large rings, right
above her breasts. The rings were wide, metal, and on the inside rim,
facing inward were dozens of tiny needles, each no more than an inch
long and she once again began to scream.

    Her voice began to crack from her continued screaming, and her
throat burned dry and parched, and burned harshly by her own stomach
acids.

    The rings came down and, as she knew they would, they pressed
against her chest, surrounding her breasts and fitting themselves
tightly to her body before slowly closing, the rings growing smaller,
and the needles pressing into her tender flesh.

    Her voice was gone by now and she could not even scream. Only
pitiful sobs escaped her lips as tears freely flowed down her cheeks
at the intense pain.

    She was broken, now, a shell of her former self. There was
little left of Jenny's mind except the animal part that just wanted to
end the pain.

    A third machine descended from the ceiling with a wickedly
irregular bumpy cylinder at it's end. The machine lowered itself on a
mechanical arm and pressed the cylinder into Jenny's pussy, roughly
and quickly. She found that the device slid into her quite easily, as
her pussy had already become wet. She was relieved and horrified both
at the same time, and could not imagine what was going on in her own
body.

    The cylinder, which Jenny now thought of as a dildo, began to
vibrate harshly and powerfully. It's surface was bumpy and rough and
it was painful to feel at first.

    She looked around and the creatures were gone, though she had
not seen them leave.

    The vibrations continued and her over-worked body surrendered
to the pain, letting it wash over her in waves or torment until Jenny
though she would lose her mind, if she hadn't already.

    The waves drifted over and over her body, relentlessly, and
somewhere between the beginning and the end, they had turned into
pleasure.

    Her voice had been gone before, but now it returned full-force
as Jenny's mind-splattering orgasm sent her into screams of purest
animalistic lust.

    Mercifully, she passed out.

    She awoke on her porch, sitting just as she had been when the
ship had first appeared. The only evidence of her experience were the
bruises and cuts all over her body, and the fact that two days had
passed by without a trace.

    Jenny spent the next few months living with relatives, because
she could was too terrified to be alone. She never told anyone what
had happened to her.

    After a while, though, and a great deal of thought, she
returned to her own little house way out in the country, and took to
sitting on the porch at night... waiting....

The End
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"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely
the most important." - Sherlock Holmes (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)