(Special thanks to JohnnyRottencrotch for suggesting the scenario for this story.)
This time last year, an archaeologist and her assistant arrived in the Chihuahuan Desert from the UK to research ancient Native American sites. For whatever reason, that assistant had returned.
David rented a cheap, beat-up car and drove for what seemed like hours to the rough location he circled on his map into the featureless desert. The drive was very tedious, especially seeing how last time, Dave had just slept through the entire journey but after hours of searching he finally found the familiar landmark: Visitor's Peak. With just a few moments until sunset, David waited inside the vehicle until night fell. Looking up to the sky, David could see the countless constellations in all their glory and heard a familiar humming noise lurking overhead. He stepped out from his car and looked up to see an ominous black circle against the blue backdrop. A white light came from this UFO and, in a few seconds, he was aboard and greeted by a familiar extraterrestrial face. It was Captain Ruta Saturnyne Terileptus, also imply known as Ruta to David.
"Greetings, David." Ruta said, doing her devil horn hand gesture with a smile on her face. She had not lost any of her charm in the past year.
"Hi, Ruta." David did the same hand signal. "How have you been?"
"I'm quite well, thank you." Ruta directed him to a door out of the laboratory. "Please come this way, I would like to get started as soon as possible."
The two walked together down the featureless corridor of the space ship, passing by the other crew members who were all short and nowhere near as attractive as their captain.
"Hey, Ruta, I don't want to sound offensive but why are you so tall compared to everybody else?" David asked.
"I'm the only female on board. Females of my people are generally much taller than the males." Ruta answered.
"Any reason why?"
"Well, as much as our civilisation prides itself on being highly intellectual, nobody knows for sure. There are some comprehensive theories but nothing concrete yet."
"Doesn't really matter anyway."
"That's what I've been trying to tell everybody for decades!"
"Decades? Just how old are you?"
"Only 231 Solar years. Fairly young to be both a captain and a doctor, I know."
"Uh...what?" David said, not thinking he heard her right.
"Oh, forgive me. I forgot humans have such short life-spans." Ruta said. David just laughed. For somebody over two centuries old, she did not look half-bad.
"So what kind of experiments are we doing today?"
"I intercepted information from some sort of computer network on Earth known as the 'internet' and discovered some more...unorthodox mating rituals."
"Oh, yeah?"
"I think it would be better just to show rather than explain."
The next thing he knew, David was sprawled out on a cold, shiny table. His hands were over his head and tied by what seemed to be a plastic synthetic rope with his feet strapped down and spread apart. Cameras like the one from last year were set up all around the walls of the room in different angles. Ruta walked in and was dressed in all-black leather instead of her usual rubber body suit. A corset was securely tied around her upper body, exaggerating her already impressive bust size. Each grey breast was fitted snugly into each cup and squashed up together. Down below, she was wearing a girdle along with a tight thong underneath. Elastic straps from the girdle were attached by hooks to the well-polished boots that went all the way up to her shapely thighs and ending with long, harsh heels on the soles that clacked against the floor as she walked towards the roped up human, holding a rather intimidating horse whip in one latex gloved hand and a bottle of transparent, viscous liquid in the other.
