My name is Jennifer Roxy. It was afternoon as I was traveling down the barren Interstate when a blinding light exploded from the sky and knocked my car off the main highway and into a forest.
I sat there in shock for a moment before I began taking inventory of each part of my body to make sure nothing was broken or injured. Once I was sure I had survived the crash I got out of the car to see what happened.
I heard a loud whoosh as my eyes followed the crash site. First I thought a plane had crashed, but I've seen enough Sci-fi movies to know this was a meteorite. There was tremendous steam shooting out of the rock as I approached it. Yes, I know, you're all thinking: "Why approach it? If you've really seen enough Sci-fi movies then you know how something like this plays out!"
Okay, okay, what can I say? I have always been an amateur science-nerd. I couldn't help but see it up close.
As I approached I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The meteor had already split open and something had oozed its way out of it. When I turned back to see how far I had walked I had a feeling that the thing had already made its way behind me and now was hiding somewhere between my car and me.
I had made a classic mistakeāone only a fool would makeāand yet, I couldn't help it; my curiosity had overridden my common sense.
I was standing motionless in a field that had been made by the impact of a space rock about 50 yards away from the desolate highway in the middle of the day and there was a creature from outer space stalking me!
My view was blocked by nothing and although it looked like I was safe my instincts told me otherwise. I could sense there was something in front of me and I couldn't see it.
Is it invisible? I thought.
A terrible GROWL answered my question.
Yup. And it's right here!
The creature materialized in front of meāit was a big green slick blob that pulsated and gyrated from under an exterior that looked like a gel insert for your shoe. It was shaped similar to a large octopus, but different. It was clearly not a happy polite E.T., but an All Business Critter from Another Universe and the purpose of its business filled me with dread.
In the distance I heard a car pull off the highway and someone got out.
They must have seen the crash too and they can help me! I thought.
I screamed. I screamed louder than I ever have in my entire life. I began running toward the road, but I was immediately knocked to the ground when slimy tentacles shot out from the beast and grabbed my legs. The feelers lifted me against a tree as other tentacles pushed out from the blob and began inspecting my body. They felt up my legs and then between them sending a ripple of fire through my soul like I have never felt before. They slid all over me over my breasts, across my throat, face, and lipsāthe taste of the slime wasn't as bad as I had expected, but it wasn't great either.
The tentacles had begun to pull my shirt apart and worked the zipper of my jeans down and I suddenly realized what was about to happenāI was going to be raped by a slime freak from across the stars!
I struggled and screamed like a mad woman. There was no chance of escape. I knew my fate was simply to lie here and take itāthere was no way to overpower this devil. It began tearing my clothing as I heard someone running toward me.
At this point I have to be perfectly honestāfor history's sake. Although I am in no way interested in S&M, or submissive or weird dominant sex stuff, I was, in truth, kind of aroused at the idea of being taken like this. I know it's crazy, and I don't know if I was under some Stockholm Effect, or if the clear goo emanating from the tentacles were some kind of aphrodisiac, but I was suddenly horny as all Hell and I honestly wanted to be overpowered! I know I am betraying all women everywhere by saying that but it IS how I felt.
I am embarrassed to admit that but I'd be lying if I said otherwise.
Anyway, just as I had become resigned to my fate, the bushes in front of me parted and I saw a man standing there. A ruggedly beautiful manāthe absolute epitome of the strong stalwart hero who has come to save his damsel in distress. He looked me over and I felt his eyes surveying not only the situation, but also the fact that I was bound and covered only in tattered rags. I wanted to say something, to plead with him to save me, but words escaped me. We caught each other's expressions and his clearly said, " I will save you my Princess, no matter the cost!"
Okay, I doubt he spoke like that, but that is what my terrified mind imagined.
My imagination must have been pretty accurate because before another second had passed he dove forward right onto the blob and began punching it. The blob had screeched and the tentacles that had been pulling my clothes off released me and grabbed him. I was still being held against the tree and I was unable to move, but my hero had at least deflected the attention from me and onto himself.
He fought valiantly against the monster even though more and more tentacles seemed to shoot out of the body of the beast and wrap themselves around him.
All I could think of were the old Tarzan movies when Jane had stumbled upon a dangerous animal and it was up to Tarzan to fight the beast off. The scene before me was right out of the cover of a comic book.
The tentacles had wrapped around his throat and were choking him; they were wrapped around his waist holding him just off the ground and they enveloped his wrists and ankles. He was losing and I began to realize that he was not so much a rugged man as he was a very good-looking boy on the verge of manhood.
He had to be about 20-21 years oldāabout my age. He seemed older at first because he had the look of strength and purpose, a look of maturity and masculinity. But now that he was losing the battle he looked more like who he wasāa concerned citizen, an every-day Joe thrown into an incredible circumstance, a frightened hero whose strong sense of right and wrong could overcome his innocence and youth.
In short, he was kind of hot!
The monster now had him completely and utterly. He was beaten and he knew it. He didn't stop struggling or give up at all, but the inevitable had arrived. He was lifted up off the ground by the tentacles. His arms and legs were spread apart like the Vitruvian Man and we both came to the same conclusion that I had come to just before he arrived.
The beast was now interested in this new specimen!
It tore his shirt to shreds and exposed his bare chest and stomach. His shoes and socks were pulled off and soon new tentacles were sliding up and under the cuffs of his jeans. The seams of his pants were splitting apart as his zipper was pulled down and the front of his jeans were pealed open exposing a nice bulge underneath his white boxer briefs.