Sometimes I woke up from dreams that felt all too real. From a family I thought I should know. Friends. Their faces are blurry in my dreams and I try hard, in the dreams, to make their faces come into focus but it all just slips away.
Thio has left me alone this week. He comes and goes, but no wild room changes or snapping fingers. I admit, it has been nice, to just relax. I've taken a lot of hot baths, read the books he's brought me and ate the food he says that I love, though I have no memory of that.
I was lying in bed, working on digesting the huge stack of pancakes I had managed to consume half an hour ago when Thio came back. I groaned and rolled over, turning my back to him. I needed to sleep this off, if possible.
I admit, I was starting to relax probably just a little too much around Thio. Which is why I didn't see it coming.
The last thing I remember was rolling over. Now I was stuck in a large corn field. It was night and I couldn't see anything but corn stalks. It was strangely claustrophobic.
"Thio?" I called out, trying not to panic.
I started to push my way through the stalks of corn, trying to find anything. A road, a foot path, that would lead me out of here. My panic boiled over and I was crashing through the corn, in wildly different directions, in hopes of finding a way out.
My lungs were finally able to draw in air as I stumbled and tripped when I hit an open field. I hit my knees and worked on breathing and to get my racing heart to calm.
When I looked up, I thought maybe I had calmed down a little too soon. It was a freakin' crop circle. I could see a few stalks left standing, in some sort of pattern, in the big circle I had tripped in. The stalks had been bent, not broken. I had watched something on this. Hadn't I?
I started to slowly back up. My hands brushed the stalks and I turned to go back into the corn, to hide from whatever this was. I screamed.
Figures hid in the corn. They had pale yellow, translucent skin. They looked almost like a regular human, though they had no clothes and no obvious genders. They were slender and taller than anything else I had ever seen. Their eyes were over sized and they had no mouths.
I was being herded, I could tell. I stumbled backward and turn to run, only to turn away from each figure I saw until I burst through the stalks and came to the small circle dead center in the field. Then I saw them through the stalks. I was surrounded.
The white light I expected didn't come. No UFO hovering over me to suck me up. Instead, one of the figures stepped forward. He, or she, raised a hand and touched a finger to my forehead and I collapsed.
I woke up in a dark room, strapped down to what felt like a gurney. My clothes were stripped away and I lay naked, except for my bonds. I opened my mouth to scream, only no sound came out. I tried again and again before I realized something was terribly wrong. I couldn't make a single sound.
It was warm enough, I supposed, but it didn't stop me from breaking out in goosebumps and start to shiver uncontrollably.
When one of the figures appeared, I was exhausted from panic and shivering. Its hand reached out and touched my forehead, like before, only this time I didn't pass out. I saw images.
Images of people. The various things they have done to them before releasing them. I could feel tears slide out of my eyes, though I could still make no sound.
Another image, of one of them touching my throat after they stripped me. Removing my voice. Another, removing the hair I hadn't shaved all week from between my legs. They had touched me all over, removing hair from my legs, arms, butt, back and head. They had left me my eyebrows. They had removed my locks. I cried harder.
The figure withdrew a needle. An ordinary needle anyone might see at a doctors office. I stared up at it confused and started to struggle when the figure pinched my nipple and started to insert it directly in the middle, into my breast. It hurt. Whatever they injected me with hurt too. I could feel it burn as it spread around inside my breast.
I yanked and twisted as best I could when it rounded the table to do my other breast with a new needle. It easily got a hold of my nipple and I my mouth opened in a silent scream as he insert it and pressed the liquid into my other breast.
My breasts were on fire and they were swelling. They became engorged. They were at least a cup size bigger than before but I could feel the skin stretch painfully over them. The figure returned next to me, with a buddy on my other side. They lowered tubes from the ceiling. I wasn't focused on it until they fastened them to my breasts and started to pump.
I could feel each pump and it made the burning sensation a hundred times worse. My breasts were sucked up the tube until my nipples were at the top of the tube, to where it ran a much smaller tube from my breast back up to the ceiling somewhere. Then with the next few pumps, I saw a milky white fluid start to come out of my breast.
Dumbfounded, I stared at the tubes. They had made my breasts start to milk. I was focused on the tubes that were flowing a little better with each pump when I felt my legs unbound and pulled back to my sides, up towards my chest and strapped into place.
Looking down my body, between my encased breasts, I saw them lining up a machine. It held a very large penis on it. I tried to beg and plead, but still, no sound came from my throat.
Before they inserted the penis into me, one figure inserted a finger inside of me and I felt myself become wet. Super wet. And horny. I shook my head in denial as my mouth silently begged for a cock.
They lined the machine up and slowly pushed it until the first inch was resting inside of me. Then they turned it on. It started off slow, but it filled me completely. They did something to the table and the machine and the table slammed me into an up right position and another device was rolled up. It was a small, slightly curved pad with nubs all over it. They placed it firmly against my clit and turned it on.
I was blinded with the orgasm that hit me almost instantly. When I could focus again, I saw milk flowing wildly through the tubes before it returned to its previous slow flow. I felt another orgasm come on fast, my clit too sensitive after the first orgasm. The second hit and I realized what they were doing. They were going to force me to orgasm to increase the milk flow.
I silently cried out for Thio. I could feel the cock in my start to go faster and it was somehow getting fatter, stretching me out more. The figured stared at some sort of monitor, though none of the readings made any sense to me. When they were satisfied, they turned and came to stand next to me. I tried to beg them to release me, but I got a finger in my mouth instead.
It used its finger to fuck my mouth. It was long and I worked on not gagging when it hit the back of my throat. The other started to push a finger inside my ass. Their heads turned towards one another and seemed to be having a silent conversation. The finger left my mouth and touched my forehead.
In a blink, I was face down, hips stuck up in the air. I could feel the small pad under my clit. My body weight pressing down in it was impossible to avoid. The cock in my pussy was still going though it slowed for some time. My encased breasts were provided a hole so I could rest with my face on the gurney, my breasts hanging through the opened part of the table.
A second cock was pushed up to my asshole. I felt it push in. It alternated with the cock in my pussy. I came violently. When I came down one of them started to spank me as they turned up the speed on the cocks.
The cocks slammed into me, faster than any living thing could possibly manage. One held my hips down, forcing my clit down on the pad harder. The other was using a paddle to slap my ass. My throat strained as I tried to scream, over and over. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came, over and over.
I thrashed. I was desperate to get off the pad. It felt like the orgasms would kill me. I was past the point where I could handle anymore.
Then it was over. I was gasping for breath when one touched my forehead and I passed out.
When I came to, I was in a cell, covered in a hospital gown. My body felt recovered, my breasts no longer burned and I didn't feel any soreness from the pad or cocks.
The door opened. There was no one there. I slowly took a step out into the hallway. The floor lit itself up softly as I approached each new tile, guiding my steps.
