His mother had warned him never to hitchhike. He should have listened to her. Of course, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. How the hell else was he going to get down to Salinas when his truck had a busted timing chain?
It had seemed an even better idea when the woman had finally picked him up after he had stood beside the dark road for what seemed like hours. She had been sitting sprawled out on that plush Corinthian leather upholstery, wearing nothing but a flimsy negligee. At first he was too busy staring at the huge boobs that were threatening at any moment to break free of said negligee to open the door.
“Well, are you going to get in, or are you going to just stand there all night staring at my tits?” she had asked, tossing her long, wavy blond hair and grinning mischievously at him.
He got in, his eyes never leaving her breasts.
“You like this dress?”
He nodded, although he normally used the word “dress” to refer to garments with at least ten square inches of material.
“I got it at Victoria’s Secret,” she told him. “Hi, my name is Suzy.”
“Dan Thompson,” he told her, momentarily removing his eyeballs from her mammary glands.
“Where are you headed, Danny?”
“Salinas,” he told her.
She smiled at him. “Tell you what, Danny. You’re in luck tonight. That’s exactly where I’m going.”
Hitchhiking seemed an even better idea when she pulled off the road five minutes later and reached over to unzip him. She practically ripped his pants off his legs in her haste to get at him. She held his stiffened cock in her hand, examining it in the moonlight. “This is a very nice one. I know I’m really going to like this one, Danny,” she said as she took it in her mouth and began nursing at it like a hungry infant at its mother’s breast.
No one had every sucked him so wildly, and Danny had to reach down and fondle her soft white breasts, now spilled out of their flimsy container, in order to distract himself from the simultaneous pain and pleasure he was experiencing in his groin. She bobbed her head on him at a speed that seemed almost superhuman and the way she fondled his balls with her fingers gave him sensations he had never experienced before. At least he thought they were fingers. As he built toward a climax, the pleasure in his genitals reached a level he had never known was possible. Suddenly the whole word was reduced to nothing but his cock and her mouth and her sweet fingers (?) and his balls, and when he came the waves of pleasure built and crested over and over again and seemed to last for hours.
When he regained consciousness, she was again smiling at him. “Well, was that a good blow job?” she asked him, flashing him that same mischievous grin that indicated that she already knew the answer. “I’ve been practicing, you know.”
He nodded and reached up to pull her lips down to his.
Of course, hitchhiking began to seem like a much worse idea a few minutes later, when the tentacles began to sprout from Suzy’s face. “I’m sorry Danny,” the orifice that used to be her mouth said, “I can only hold this form for about a half an hour before I have to regenerate.” The tentacles that jutted from her head waved wildly at him, as she asked him in a quiet voice, “You don’t think I’m ugly, do you?”
Strangely, the negligee still looked sexy on her. Danny guessed that Victoria’s Secret could make anybody look good. As long you were careful not to peer too closely at their faces.
He grabbed the handle on the door, intending to jump out of the car even though it was cruising at over seventy miles an hour. He was prevented from doing so by three steel bands that suddenly emerged from the leather of the passenger seat and wrapped themselves around his torso.
“Don’t worry, Danny,” the tentacled thing that used to be Suzy’s face told him. “We’re almost there.”
Danny wondered where “there” was. Salinas was still thirty miles away.
They pulled off the road into the desert and were soon greeted by a hovering flying saucer of size that would have made even Steven Spielberg envious. Some sort of tractor beam played over them, probing them before it pulled the entire car up into the air and straight into the porthole of the ship.
Five tentacled things pulled them out of the car and led them into a room with silver metal walls. Ten naked humans were already chained to those walls. Four men and six women. All of them very well endowed.
They stripped off Danny’s clothes and pretty soon he found himself chained to the wall along with the rest of his countrymen.
“I’m sorry, Danny,” the thing that had been Suzy said to him. “I hope you can learn to forgive me.”
Danny looked at her. He didn’t think he could.
There was a subtle sound of engines humming. Danny could feel a gentle motion and figured they were taking off. The ship seemed to accelerate for a long time and Danny had the feeling they were going on a long trip. A very long trip.
Suddenly, hitchhiking didn’t seem like a very good idea at all.
After a long period of silence, one of the chained women spoke, almost to the empty air that surrounded her.
“They’re taking us to a farm, you know. They’re going to milk us over and over again. There are certain proteins in human ejaculate that cure the plague that is ravaging their planet,” she whispered, to no one in particular. Her breasts were heavy and pendulous, her neck bruised with strange-looking hickeys, her brown hair disheveled, her skin still streaked with sweat, and she smelled of the aftermath of sex. Danny found himself becoming intensely aroused at the sight of her naked body chained helplessly to the steel wall, despite his recent draining by Suzy. He supposed he was a hopeless romantic.
“A come farm, eh?” one of the men muttered. “What will they think of next?” He was still flaccid, evidently lacking Danny’s enthusiasm for bondage or at least the sight of chained naked women. “But how do they collect the sperm? Mine just sucked me off. She didn’t even use no condom or nothing to catch it in. Hell, ain’t they afraid of AIDS?”
“AIDS is a human disease, asshole. These things ain’t human,” another one of the chained men pointed out.