I stared out into the driving rain, my lean 5'5 form whipped by the wind. My dark brown, chest length hair clung to my neck and back as I peered through the darkness at the lights moving where our small town used to be.
A hand touched my arm and I jumped, turning. My boyfriend Tom had come up beside me and was also staring at the lights.
"Come on, Christy" he said, "the others have decided to camp here and wait out the storm before moving on".
I looked up at him. His light brown hair was plastered to his head by the driving rain, and his wet clothes outlined his slim frame. "But we're still so close", I argued, "what if they decide to come looking for survivors?"
"Daryl doesn't think they will" Daryl had been the sheriff before... before this. We had followed the news of first contact on the radio and television, and we had all had the same mixture of feelings the rest of the world had displayed. Some with joy, some with foreboding, and some with a message of caution. Then the airwaves had gone dead, and we had imagined the worst. Imagined, that is, until it had become a reality for us. The huge black trucks, the giant soldiers, the burning, the screaming. They had completely destroyed our entire town in less than half an hour. Most of the townspeople had been caught and taken to the church which was the only building large enough to hold them. I could hear the screams from where I had hid behind a tombstone in the graveyard. I had seen Tom running from one of the seven-foot soldiers, and when he had passed by, I did the only thing my frozen brain could think of; I reached my foot out and tripped him. Tom had stopped at the sound of the soldier's enraged bellow as he fell, and had come back to administer a quick death by slitting the soldier's neck with his own huge knife. He still had that knife, it hadn't left his hand since that moment. Even after our break for the open fields, even after finding a few of the stragglers, and even after three hours of trudging through the driving rain, he still carried it. I think held a sense of security for him.
As we joined our small group, I looked around at the fear-filled faces. I had known every one of these people since childhood, had grown up with them. Now, it felt like we were the only ones alive in a world of desolation. Daryl bid us all lie down together to conserve and share body heat, and as we had no food, we simply did as he said. I didn't believe I would be able to sleep after everything I had just gone through, but my exausted body had other plans. I was asleep as soon as my head rested on Tom's shoulder.
I was dreaming of the soldiers. One had me in a vise-like grip, and another was between my legs, having his way with me. I could feel the strength in the one holding me, and as I looked down the length of my body, I could see glowing eyes, and blue tentacles winding their way around and into my body. He was spearing between my legs with a huge member, and I shook with every thrust. Suddenly, I felt the ground tremble beneath me, and I opened my eyes. Bright spotlights pierced the darkness, and as I looked around, I could see shapes moving beyond the lights. Following my first instinct, I jumped to my feet and bolted towards the woods. The screams of my fellow refugees echoed in my ears, and only spurred me on. I was almost to the woods as I heard the sound of pursuit behind me. I dove into the underbrush, and took three steps before I was tackled from behind. I crashed to the soggy forest floor with a huge weight on my back. I could barely breathe, and I saw lights swirling behind my eyelids. I felt the soldier on top of me; he was moving his hands. Then I felt him take hold of my jeans and pull. There was a loud ripping sound, and I felt the coldness of a knife as it slashed into the material. Once exposed to the air, my thin panties were no barrier to this giant, and they were ripped off me like tissue paper. I could do nothing other than to lay there as I felt his gloved hands travel up the insides of my legs and cup my ass. My legs were pulled roughly apart, and I felt him move down to kneel between them. I heard the slick of a zipper, and then a large throbbing member was pressed against my ass. My dream was about to come true. I had slept with my boyfriend a number of times, but it was always quick and easy. This, however was going to be neither. The huge tip of the soldier's manhood found the hot opening of my pussy, and started to rub up and down. I could hear his breathing quicken as he felt my warmth, and with one quick jabbing motion he was inside me. I could feel the insides of my tunnel stretch as his huge cock invaded me, and I let out a startled cry. He eased out a bit, then plunged it in again. My body was slammed forward, and my breasts were flattened into the damp floor of the forest. Once more he backed up, then I felt his whole body tense, and I felt as though my insides were going to tear. He must have been at least 10 inches long, and I felt as though someone had shoved a fist up inside me. He began to pound, and my body shook with every thrust. As I felt him near his climax, he grabbed my waist and lifted me to meet his pounding. Then, with one final sharp jab, I felt his hot cum flood my insides, and I collapsed unconcious.
As I slowly came to, I realised I was no longer in the forest. I could see and hear nothing. I reached my hands down and felt cold concrete. My lower half was still bare, and my legs and ass were ice cold. All I had on was the thin top I had been wearing when I had run from the town, and my nipples poked through the thin material like little pebbles. I clasped my arms around myself, and shivered. Suddenly I heard the scraping of a door, and a light pierced the darkness. I squinted against the sudden onslaught to my eyes, and saw the sillouettes of two guards. They yanked me to my feet, and practically dragged me to the door as my legs were too cold to work properly. I was taken to a room with many gadgets hanging from the walls. I was too groggy to comprehend what they might be for. I was placed on a padded table in the middle of the room, and the guards left. The room was warm, and as the circulation started to return to my legs, I got up and started examining my prison. There were chains and shackles on the walls, and I was sure the other tools there were not for anything good. The ceiling as well as the walls also had multiple hooks imbedded in them. As I waited there, I suddenly realized that the guards, while large, had not seemed strange or alien. They had not had tentacles or any other strange parts about them. The soldiers who had overrun our town had worn large body suits and armour, so one could not see what they were like underneath. Of course I had assumed that they were very unlike us, but those guards had been very human looking.
The door opened, and a small man entered. He was wearing a white lab coat, and was definitely human. He totally ignored me, and moved to a computer console I had not noticed. As he started entering information, I slowly approached him.