Abducted And Enhanced Ch 01

Abducted And Enhanced 1

UFO's? Extra-terrestrial visitors? Abducted by aliens? Little grey men, or little green men, take your choice. Get real!! I'm the kind of guy who looked at those 'Ancient Alien,' type TV shows, and laughed all the way through at how ridiculous they were. You know the ones I mean, where they narrator tell us of some mysterious event and says over and over that, 'Ancient Astronaut theorists believe,' and you could add almost any nonsensical statement to the end of that phrase. Because they

believe

just about any crap that they think will make them money, and just because they believe, that don't make it so.

Or the other phrase they use all the time 'scientists have not yet explained.' That's because scientists have better things to do with their time and are not trying to explain something, which to them is absolute nonsense. Do they really believe that somehow these idiotic phrases add some kind of authenticity or proof that their crazy shit is real?

Now that I've got that off my chest, let me assure you that what happened to me, and the story I'm going to tell you is one hundred percent genuine. The fact that I didn't believe any of that shit may help to lend my story a little credence, but if you don't believe me, then no harm done, I don't care whether you believe me or not, so just go on about your business as usual.

Do aliens exist? I've always thought that they must exist somewhere. The thought that we alone are the sole inhabitants of the vastness of space is so arrogant, and so utterly incredible. Our own 'Milky Way,' galaxy has an estimated two hundred billion stars, and they (astronomers) reckon there are two hundred billion galaxies. That is an awful lot of vacant real estate if alien civilisations don't exist, so I've always taken it for granted that we are not alone in the vast infinity of space.

Whether they come and visit us is a matter of conjecture, a huge ongoing debate, and the subject matter for thousands of books, television programmes, and films. The problem of course is what I've already mention; the vastness of space. Our nearest neighbour, which we have named, Proxima Centauri because of its proximity, is part of the Alpha Centauri triple star system. It's around 4.24 light years away, meaning if we could somehow travel at the speed of light, it would take us around four years and three months to get there. Given

our

present level of technology, that's not a feasible proposition.

Of course, just because we haven't overcome that particular problem doesn't mean other more advanced civilisations couldn't or haven't. Just think for a few moments, if we could somehow go back even fifty years with some of the technology we now possess and carry around with us every day, those earlier people would be amazed. We probably carry as much computing technology in our pockets in the shape of our smartphones as NASA used to send the first men to the moon.

That's how far we've come in such a short space of time, and our technology is such that it's like we're on a roller coaster. The more we learn, develop and innovate, the faster we learn, develop and innovate, and now we have the next breakthrough of AI, or artificial intelligence being brought to a level where it could transform our lives again. Scary stuff folks!

Now that I've set the scene, so to speak, I'll take us all back to earth with hardly a bump. All the above mentioned problems hardly impinge on our daily lives. We mostly know about it, and store it away in some corner of our minds. We don't think about it too often, something called our 'daily existence,' gets in the way. We're too busy living our lives to pay it much attention.

I am no different to anybody else. I had a good job, making good money. I had no habits to finance and drain my growing bank account. I rarely if ever drank alcohol, I didn't smoke, do drugs, or gamble. I was single, with no special attachments to any one particular woman. It would have been nice if I did, but despite a couple of more serious and failed relationships in the past, I was currently on my own. My parents despaired of me ever finding a wife and providing them with grandchildren, and perhaps with good reason.

I was almost thirty years old, and while my former school friends, and work colleagues of a similar age were settling down, getting married, or co-habiting as couples, growing their families, and living the expected 'normal,' lives, I was still stubbornly single. My friends were forever trying to set me up with female 'friends,' who were single just like me, but it hadn't paid off. Sure, I'd liked a few of them, and with some we'd become what is known in modern parlance as a 'fuck buddy.' In other words we'd meet up occasionally to scratch a mutual sexual itch, and very nice it was too.

They tell me I'm a decent looking guy. Five foot eleven inches tall, a reasonably good physique. I exercise regularly, but nothing too extreme. Dark hair, blue eyes, good teeth, intelligent, but also sensible, what they call 'common sense.' A bit laid back and calm in my demeanour, I'm a pragmatist, so I always try to see the other person's point of view. Women tell me I'm not the best looking guy in the world, but there is a certain kind of rugged attraction going on with my face. Mr Average is my own assessment of how I look, but generally I don't think about it too much. I am what I am, take it or leave it.

Which makes it all the more puzzling why they chose me, but they did, and let's face it, when your friendly (I hope) neighbourhood alien summons you, you're not given much choice in the matter.

I was walking home alone after a Friday night out with a few friends, a mixed bunch, men and women. I hadn't managed to pair up with any of the delightful young women, most of whom were 'taken,' anyway. I'd hit rather a barren patch lately when it came to sex, but it was no big deal.

So there I was walking along, minding my own business, not even thinking too much, looking forward to nothing more exciting than a late night cup of tea and maybe a slice of toast and jam before bed. I turned the corner into the street where I lived, and saw a bright light above my house. I wondered what it could be, slightly puzzled, looking up at it as I walked towards it and my house, and then it swooped down until it was on my level, just ahead of me and grew in intensity.

It grew so bright, I closed my eyes to shut out the brightness, which was dazzling me, and then I heard a slight humming sound, the light grew brighter still, and I put my hands in front of my face to fend off the light which was almost painful now.

'Fucking hell,' I thought, 'what the fuck is this, what's going on?' and then the light slowly diminished again, and gradually died to a level where I could open my eyes once more. Well, if the appearance of the light had been a, 'what the fuck,' moment, this was even more puzzling. I wasn't on the street anymore. I was in a room!

A grey room to be precise. I was sitting on a grey chair, behind a grey table, with another grey chair opposite me, in a room that was as grey as Aberdeen on a wet Wednesday. (Aberdeen in the North of Scotland is built almost entirely from a light grey granite) The room was evenly lit, with smooth, featureless walls. It was pleasantly warm and smelled of... nothing! It was like being inside a giant, brightly lit, grey cube.

To say my heart was racing was an understatement. I was 'shitting myself,' without actually going as far as physically shitting myself, but by fuck, I was what you might call in a classic case of Scottish understatement...alarmed. I looked around me searching for a door, some opening in the unblemished wall, but I could see nothing. A voice in my ear spoke my name and I whirled round to see who it was, but the room was empty. My heart, which had begun to calm down raced again.

'Please do not be alarmed,' it continued. 'We mean you no harm, you will not be hurt in any way. In a moment or two we will enter the room, but we thought it best to inform you in advance so as not to frighten you. Do you understand?' I nodded my head to indicate that I understood.

'Y.. yes, but who are you... where am I?' I asked the voice, amazing myself by how calm I sounded.

'You will know very soon. In the meantime, be assured that you will not be harmed in any way,' and with that the voice withdrew and left me time to think.

The voice I realised, with time now to think about it, had not been in the room, it had been

in my head

. An implant? Was it some 'in-ear,' implant I wondered, and I probed my ear with my little finger, but could feel nothing, no discomfort of any kind, no obstruction, and I ruled that out.

I was left very little time for contemplation, my little moment of self-inspection was suddenly interrupted as a door sized aperture manifested itself opposite me, and a woman and two men swept into the room. The men stationed themselves, one at either side of the door, obviously guards, security guys, whatever, while the woman advanced across the short space, pulled out the other chair and sat down opposite me.

She smiled at me, probably to allay my fears. She had a wide generous mouth and a beautiful smile, perfect white teeth. Her features were very even, small straight nose, beautiful dark eyes, which matched her shoulder length dark hair, a strong, beautifully shaped mouth, with full sensual lips and a determined set to her chin. She looked Caucasian, but with a slightly darker olive skin tone. Maybe Italian or Spanish I thought, and I don't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful woman this close up before. She was quite simply, breath taking. I smiled back, couldn't help myself, and as I opened my mouth to speak, she held up her hand to silence me.

'I will answer all your questions, and tell you everything you need to know,' she promised. Oh my god, her voice matched her looks, low and husky, not loud but somehow full of confidence and authority. She was used to being in charge I instinctively knew.

'First of all, I apologise for removing you from you own environment into ours.' I looked around me, my look in itself a question, which she answered. 'We are, how shall I put it, "visitors," to your system.' I nodded, saying nothing hoping she would say more, and she did. 'Yes... visitors to your star system, I mean,' she went on, adding, 'although we've been here many times before.'

'You're visits have been well documented,' I replied, 'but no one could ever prove they were genuine. It was generally thought that people who reported your appearances were deluded, mistaken, or mentally ill.' She smiled at that.

'I must say that you are taking this all very calmly,' she smiled again. I shrugged my shoulders.

'Well of course I'm frightened, worried what my fate will be, but so far, apart from taking me wherever you've taken me without my permission, you haven't actually harmed me in any way. You have also said that you have no intention of harming me, and I have to hope that's true. I will choose to believe that until I know better,' I finished. She looked at me as if assessing my reaction, a faint smile on her beautiful face.

'I'm here to study you,' she replied, straight to the point. 'Well not just you. We've studied hundreds of other "humans," of all races, she began to explain. 'I'm what you would call an anthropologist, studying your race, your people. Their customs, behaviour etc. What your academics call sociocultural anthropology, with special reference in my case to social mingling, your mating rituals, sexual behaviour. We're not looking for supermen or women. Just ordinary, everyday people, what your society calls, "the man or woman next door," and you are one of the very ordinary people I have chosen to help me in my work. I'd like you to help me if you would be so kind,' she concluded.

'What?' I replied, rather taken aback to say the least. 'Do you mean you want to watch me having sex?' She laughed at that.

'I wouldn't put it quite so crudely as that, but I suppose in the end that's what it boils down. I would come with you, accompany you to certain places where humans meet, and observe your courtship rituals, which may lead to eventual sexual interaction.' I shook my head in disbelief, and she took that as a sign of refusal on my part.

'Please don't say, "no," without hearing what else I have to say,' she said, but before she could go on I interrupted her.

'Look, I'm not saying no, but you're absolutely right, I really am just an average man. Not particularly good looking, I don't have lots of money, fancy clothes, a fancy car or house. It's not just a case of having sex, it's a case of finding a woman who wants to have sex with me as much as I want to have sex with her. Women here on our planet, Earth, are amazingly good at hiding their intentions. A man never knows if she is receptive to his sexual advances until she decides to let him know... or not.' She smiled at that again.

'You will be well rewarded for your participation if you agree to take part. Not just on a monetary level,' she promised. 'We have observed your mating rituals and we know that women often seem reticent, and display some kind of false modesty which makes them pretend they are not interested in the male even though they are. Quite fascinating to us actually, especially from my view point, but I think we can help you get over that and past their defences quite easily.'

'Really?' I said in disbelief. 'How can you do that?' I asked, suddenly more interested. I wanted to hear more.

'We can enhance you with certain medical procedures,' she explained. 'We have studied all aspect of sexual behaviour on many planets in the past, and it's amazing how alike they often are. It's easy for us to replicate and enhance those things that make a male attractive to a woman, and make the male aware of her true state of receptiveness. She can lie as much as she wants with her mouth, but you will know from the start if she wants to mate with you.'

'Tell me more,' I suggested, 'give me more details please.'

'With a simple injection we can make your body exude a powerful masculine mating scent that women will find themselves unable to resist. At the same time you will become ultra-sensitive to the sexual odour of women ready to mate. You'll know which ones to choose, and will find that very few will refuse you.'

'We can download information to your brain that will allow you to detect micro expressions of sexual arousal in women. Their body language, the dilation of their pupils, their hand gestures, position of their feet for example. You will know exactly what each gesture means, and the funny thing is the women don't even know they are doing it, but you will know.'

'Fucking hell, that sounds amazing,' I said, thinking of all the fun I could have and all the women I could fuck if I had an advantage like that. She virtually grinned, a very earth like expression.

'One last, but major thing,' she offered. 'You humans seem obsessed with size. We could enhance your sexual organ by around fifty percent and increase your libido and performance if you decide to participate in our experiment. Furthermore, enhanced anti-bodies would also protect you from any and all human diseases you may encounter, including sexually transmitted ones. The effect is permanent, and we can't remove it, or take back the enhancements once the procedures are done. Do you want time to think about it?' she asked. I thought for a moment, but my mind was still on the thought of my cock being enhanced by fifty percent. I was pretty much average in that department, around six inches, but fifty percent would give me a nine inch dick.

Bring it on

, I thought and smiled at her, she smiled back with that beautiful mouth and eyes, and I nodded.

'Yes, I'll do it, fuck yes!! Sign me up,' I replied enthusiastically. I had no wife or girlfriend, and I was more than ready to have some fun, and this sounded like it could be a lot of fun. She leaned across the table and extended her hand to me.

'This earth gesture seems universal in every society on earth and is used to, "seal the deal," I think the expression is.' I nodded and reached for her hand. It was soft and warm, first contact with an alien crossed my mind, and my god, what a stunningly beautiful alien she was. 'I'd like to fuck

you

,' I thought as I shook her hand. She smiled and shook her head very, very slightly. Could she read my thoughts I wondered? After all, she was an alien and might have powers I knew nothing about. Well, if she'd studied us as she claimed to have done, she would know she was a prime specimen of feminine beauty which almost every man on earth would want to fuck given the chance, so I ignored it.

The deal, so to speak agreed upon and done, she stood up affording me a glimpse of an equally stunning figure, which I had missed as she walked into the room, because I was too busy looking at her face.

'I'll be in touch,' she promised, adding, 'soon,' then turned and walked away. I watched her go, admiring her slim, slinky arse, my mind filled with lust. She walked through the doorway, the two security men turned smartly and followed and with a whispered, 'veeep,' sound the door aperture was gone too. The grey room grew brighter and brighter still until I had to shade my eyes again.

'Fucking shit,' I thought, 'here we go again.'

I woke up lying on my bed, still fully clothed. 'What the fuck was that?' I asked myself, totally confused, reluctant to think it was real. 'A crazy fucking dream if I ever had one.'

I could see the sky growing lighter through my bedroom window as I lay there on the bed, and reached for my iPhone, an almost universal gesture in this day and age. I looked at the day and date, and sat bolt upright.

'Fuck no, that couldn't be right,' I protested, speaking to myself. According to the day and date displayed it was Sunday. What the fuck happened to Saturday? I'd lost track of time somehow. I couldn't remember anything after Friday evening walking home and that... bright... light.

'Fucking arseholes,' I swore out loud, that couldn't be right, it was a dream, nothing more. A very realistic dream, but a dream all the same. No way that could be real, but that woman's face was in my head. It seemed so real, maybe it

was

real after all. Nah, that was shit, no way it was real. Back and forth my mind race until I finally convinced myself I was losing it. I lay back down, staring at the ceiling. I was beginning to drift off to sleep, seemingly exhausted. Maybe I was coming down with something, I remember thinking, and then nothing.

Ringing noises, fuck... what... I struggled to the surface, felt like I was drowning. My phone was ringing, but I was so drowsy I could scarcely see the screen. Eventually I swiped the screen. It was from Jim, a guy I'd been at school with. We'd remained friends, and he was in my immediate circle of close friends.

'Hey, it's me,' he said. 'Where the fuck have you been, you've been off grid since Friday night?' I made some feeble excuse about not feeling well, and he ploughed on. 'Never mind, I've got you now. Pheobe thought I'd better try calling you again to remind you that Ellie's christening is this morning. Will you manage to be there, are you well enough?' I'd forgotten about it entirely, let's face it my mind had been on other things, but I pretended I knew what he was talking about and assured him I'd be there. He told me which church it was to remind me and that was that.

Church... not my Sunday morning of choice. I'd rather find a local café and order a substantial breakfast than listen to some minister drone on and on. I was not the slightest bit religious, but if Jim and his lovely wife Pheobe wanted my presence at the christening of their beautiful baby girl, then I'd be there.