Chelsea stared out her window, pondering every of her many problems that seemed to be piling up in her life. Little did she know, it was all about to get a whole lot worse.
She worked part-time as a financial adviser and hated her new boss even more than her old one. Both were perverted pigs in her opinion, always stealing glances at her 35C breasts and shapely ass. Her old one had even dared once to touch her butt!
Chelsea was 28, hot, and still virgin. Her hair was luscious chocolate brown and her eyes were a beautiful hazel. Every inch of her was flawless, and she knew it, too. Just seeing her, in her usual crop-top and short-shorts, was enough to make most guys get rock hard. Despite her looks and general good humor and kindness, her fiance had left her, packing in the dead of night, leaving only a note explaining he found no more pleasure or happiness with her, and the box for the engagement ring he had given her.
It was this ring that she twirled between her fingers, passing it from one hand to the other. It had been two weeks since her fiance had left, and she was going to return to work tomorrow. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, which read 10:38. She sighed and walked over to her dresser, heading for the depression pills her doctor had prescribed. Before she got there, however, she heard a strange hissing noise from outside. Before she could turn around, a scaly hand clamped over her mouth, and her hands were pulled forcibly behind her back. Her eyes widened in terror as she was lifted of the ground and a strange-smelling cloth was placed over her nose. her struggles grew weaker and less desperate, as she finally slumped, unconscious, to the ground.
Chelsea slowly regained consciousness. As she did, voices began to filter through her ears. "We scanned her. Apparently this one is sought after much amongst humans. She registered nearly 9.56 on the scale! She's pure, too." a silky smooth voice washed over her like honey, but the kind that's too sweet, you can tell that something else entirely lay just below the surface. Chelsea attempted to open her eyes and look around, but her eyelids weighed down on her like lead. Panicked, she attempted to move her arms or any other piece of her body, but she felt as though she was paralyzed. She attempted to make a scream come out of her mouth, but all that filtered out was a small whine. The voices seemed not to notice.
"The all-powerful Ones seem satisfied with the specimen as well. This one can carry and seems fit to deliver. It may be a tight fit through that tiny vagina. But no matter, I'm sure they'll make it fit somehow." said a deep, commanding voice. " Oh, she is awake. Strap her." immediately she heard a padding sound and realized there were more coming. Her arms were pulled from her sides and her legs pulled apart. She was strapped tightly in a spread eagle position. No matter how she attempted to struggle, her limbs completely disregarded her commands and refused to budge an inch. Suddenly it felt as though some heavy weight had been lifted off of her face. She opened her eyelids and found herself staring at an enormous stalactite just a foot away from her face.