My name used to be Samantha. I don't think I have a name anymore, though. Maybe just a title, or some kind of file number used to keep track of me. I can't be sure, as my masters do not speak my language. Even if I could tell them my name, I doubt they would listen. They are very strict in their use of me, and they consider my needs very little. I have come to terms with this arrangement. However, when I first arrived, I was frightened. I was disobedient. I was not a good animal, but I have learned over time that my resistance will only bring me pain. It is even rewarding, in small ways, to serve my masters, knowing that they can use me for a greater good. But it would probably do well to tell you how I got here to begin with, and how I used to feel about my internment. Perhaps with time it will all begin to feel less frightening.
I don't remember everything from before, but I remember the night it all started. I had been out with my boyfriend all night, going from night club to night club to dance and drink. I probably had wanted him to find me sexy, because I was wearing an extremely tight, short, sequin dress, and high heels. Or maybe I just wanted to feel sexy for myself. In fact, I didn't want to have sex yet at all. I was still a virgin at 20, waiting for the right time to have my first sexual experience. Towards the end of the night, my boyfriend, whose name I can't even remember at this point, began to feel me up under the wild lights of the dance club we were at. I could feel his fingers touch the hem of my skirt, and I pushed him away. He seemed surprised at first, but then he just looked resigned, and apologized. I felt uncomfortable, even though I knew he would never do anything without my permission, and told him I just needed to go outside to smoke.
The night outside the club was so quiet, but my ears were ringing madly. I remember that there were not a lot of people outside smoking alongside me, which was unusual. I figured it must have just gotten so late that people were beginning to head home. However, there was one person who was near me. I didn't notice him getting closer until he was extremely close, maybe an arm's length away. My mind went through the usual; he's going to harass me, ask me for money, or ask me for a smoke. But as soon as I saw him clearly, I had no chance to tense up. He had no facial features that I can remember, but he wasn't so faceless that I was afraid of him. I can't remember at all what he looked like, just that he was extremely unremarkable. And when I looked at him, I felt extremely calm. Before I could snuff out my cigarette, I began to see a brightness unfold in front of me, until it was too blindingly white to see anything except for the man. He took my hand, and moved me, until I could feel my body being lifted.
When I woke up, it was still very bright, but things were very different now. I was laying down on something hard and cold, the alcohol had faded and left my mouth dry, and my limbs were slightly numb. It took some time to realize that they were, in fact, strapped down to something. Once the drowsiness wore off, I pulled on my restraints, kicking my knees in an attempt to get up. I could only see a white ceiling above me accented with a bright ringlight. On either side were white walls, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw chrome furniture and instruments that I didn't recognize. My heart began to pound so hard I could feel it in my throat; I had been kidnapped. I was going to die.
I struggled for what seemed like ages until I was so tired I could hardly lift my head. I lay panting on the table, now just waiting for whoever had taken me to show up. Sure enough, eventually, the door to the room opened, and in walked a man who I assumed to be the one from outside the club. However, now I recognized that this was no man at all. The creature was taller than the average man, with multiple arms, strange joints, and what appeared to be a blue carapace, like that of a beetle. It was wearing a chunky metal collar, and upon seeing it, I could feel a weight on my own throat. Seeing this thing seized me with fear. I began to scream in terror, and the creature rushed over to me. He scrambled with instruments on one of the tables while I shrieked, until he produced a conical, black, plug-like thing. He promptly jammed it down my windpipe.
Whatever the thing was, it froze my throat up and filled my entire mouth, like a gag. I suddenly could only make soft, pathetic noises through my nose. The creature sighed, as if relieved to hear me shut up. Tears began to run down my face. He fiddled with the plug and brought two straps, attached to either side of it, around my head and carefully clipped it in place behind my hair. He then spent a few seconds touching my hair, inspecting it. Then he nodded to himself, and retrieved another device. This one buzzed softly, and appeared very similar to hair clippers. I cried even harder, even tried to scream again as he brought it over my head. My hair fell away in chunks, and the creature dutifully swept it up into a bin.
I was laying, panting again after he stepped away. He seemed to be flipping through some notes in a booklet, which somehow unnerved me even more. He came back with some cutters, making my body tense with fear. The creature took my dress, pulled on it, then went to work cutting it away down the middle, like he was dissecting a dead frog. I cursed myself for not wearing a bra, perhaps it would have slowed him down to cut away an underwire. As it was, when the dress fell away, my breasts spilled out. They hung to the sides, but still maintained their large, round, peaks and delicate nipples. The creature made a noise, and stared at my chest for a moment. He reached out, and I squeaked as he carefully moved my right breast from side to side. After that, he took the cutters again, and returned to my panties. He cut them away as well, revealing the pussy that I had shaven clean, again, for some untold reason. I began to shake, feeling completely exposed.
The creature rearranged some of his tools before tilting the table I was on so that my legs, spread open to fully reveal my cunt, were above my head. The creature got a damp sponge and rubbed me down, leaving me cold and sensitive. I could not see what he was doing after that, only heard him rustling with his tools between my legs. After a moment, I saw the tip of a narrow, long, metal object. Two small, cold prongs went on the inside of each labia, spreading my entrance slightly. I whimpered pathetically. The prongs touched around on the inside of my lips for a few moments, before pushing deeper into me.
