Close Encounters on the Other Side

Synopsis:

A young woman is abducted by aliens and probed by tentacles.

Author's Note:

A story I wrote for a client. I welcome any feedback you may have! I hope you enjoy it!

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CLOSE ENCOUNTERS ON THE OTHER SIDE

Section I.

A proverbial midnight oil burned as a young woman scribbled furiously away at a job application. She cursed under her breath, biting her lip with disdain as an annoying moth fluttered into her flickering desk lamp. It was 11:30 in the evening. And for Kate Newell, today had not been the best of days.

"I'm sorry, Kate. You've done good work for us, but we have to let you go."

"What?" Kate cried out. "But the project--"

"Will be handled by someone else. Don't worry about it."

"But, how could you--"

"You're an excellent worker. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding another job.

She heard the man smile through the phone. And with that, Kate's career at the Grayson's Insurance Company finally ended after four years with a mere phone call.

It had also been drizzling in the streets all day long. And among other things, Kate had stepped in a puddle on the way home, soaking her Sketchers all the through to her socks. And with her roommate on vacation for the foreseeable future, Kate found herself frustrated and alone in her apartment with no one to vent to.

"I cannot believe this..."

At last, she signed the bottom of the application and set it aside. With an exhausted sigh she fell back into her chair, basking in the quiet breeze of the ceiling fan. Kate was still wearing the black tights, tank top, and the grey sweater she wore on the way home. And having decided she was not yet ready for bed, she grabbed the remote, sat on her bed, and switched on the TV.

Channel 8.

"And now! Breaking news!"

"Yes, Mitchell, what's the latest report tonight?"

"The US navy is claiming a major UFO sighting above the states. Apparently, some kind of strange object in orbit. We'll transfer to Barbara who will tell us more."

A woman stood in a grassy field with an umbrella.

"Yes, thank you Michael! We don't often report on such things. But after the sudden meteor shower a month ago, NASA has been keeping a close eye on the stars... oh! Wait a minute!"

"D-did something happen?" Michael replied.

"We're receiving a new report that the object has completely vanished."

"Do we have a photo of the object?"

"Apparently not."

"Hahah, wow. Another tabloid for the media. Maybe another weather balloon that popped."

The anchormen started laughing.

"Welp! Now, for the world of sports--"

Then, the screen lost power.

Kate, who had been watching the broadcast in silence, suddenly sat up in confusion. The ceiling fan above came to a slow stop. The desk lamp clicked off abruptly. Kate furrowed her brow in alarm as her room turned pitch black. Even the street lamps just outside her window had shut off, leaving her room devoid of any light.

Power failure? She thought. But when she grabbed her phone and found that it too had shut itself off, a growing feeling of dread began to manifest in her chest.

Something was not right.

"Uh... what?" She muttered to herself. "W-what's going on?"

Then, a blinding flash of light blazed through the window blinds. Myriad colors of white and red and orange spun and flashed and whirled in Kate's vision, as though a kaleidoscope of pastel colors had been burned into her retinas. Searchlights of a kind--ones that passed through solid walls--appeared in her room, scanning her bookshelves, dresser, dolls, and belongings, slowly moving across every surface of her abode inch by inch.

Kate wanted to scream. She clasped her hand over her mouth as she backed away from the strange lights that slowly inched toward her like water droplets coalescing into a singular bubble. The lights almost seemed to have a mind of their own, as though they were searching for something or someone.

Kate gulped. She wanted to escape, but in order to reach the door, she would have to risk passing through the light. And there was no telling what would happen if she did.

Was it a ghost? A will o' wisp, perhaps? Would it eat her? Chop her into a million pieces? Burn her alive?

As a cold sweat formed on Kate's forehead, she took a great gulp and made her decision.

With a cat-like gait, Kate knelt on the carpet. Then, she sprung forward in a last-ditch attempt to jump over the light.

The light caught her ankle.

"Ahh!"

Immediately, the light went into a frenzy. Suspended in mid-air, Kate could only watch in horror as her entire body--from foot to shoulder--disintegrated before her eyes. And the last thing she could remember before she vanished entirely was the sight of a floating object right outside her window.

Section II.

"Target acquired, Captain. She's currently suspended in the pattern buffer."

"Good, bring her in. Keep the barrier up."

The alien was tall and bipedal. Among the whirring lights and flashing panels of the bridge, his neon-blue skin and glowing yellow eyes stood out in the darkness. At 6 foot 5, he had four limbs--two legs and two arms. But his digits--his fingers, that is--were thrice the size of any man's, and nimbler as well. But none could ignore the glistening beard of tentacles dangling flaccidly from his chin. The alien wore nothing on his person, not even undergarments, for those of his species were biologically complete and needed no such accoutrements. The concept of modesty was foreign to their kind. And the only item that could possibly be considered "clothing" was a drapery of colored, transparent beads spilling from his temples and from the back of his head, a symbol of his authority on his own ship.

He was a Vool, a species of fantastic intelligence hailing from a planet in the distant Vega star system, and a decorated captain besides.

"Captain Clyxflagn, the research subject is materializing in the lab," said a Vool officer standing at the con, his long arms rapidly tapping away at the controls. "We have achieved stable orbit and have engaged our photon shroud."

"Steady as we go, Jor. I fear their world governments may have already spotted us. Alas, what is done is done. At least we have our test subject. Keep the Legradius in orbit until Commander Lyp and I have finished with the subject."

"Aye, Captain."

With that, Clyxflagn turned and strutted hurriedly off the bridge, his cape of beads fluttering behind him.

It should be noted that these Vool were not speaking in English or any other language that humans are familiar with. They communicated entirely through telepathy; traditional means of communication through vocal cords was a thing of the distant past. And the only way one would ever hear a Vool's true voice would be through cries of terrible agony or spectacular passion.

As Captain Clyxflagn strolled through the dark halls of his ship, his mind wandered off into the deep recesses of culpability and guilt. He entered the Hall of Windows, a long, transparent stretch of the ship that displayed the stars, space, and the planet below in all its pale, blue glory. In the not-so-distant past, his ship would have been maintained by no less than a crew of 800. But through recent advancements in Vool technology, it now only needed 24. Thousands of ships like this one were now roaming the galaxy as exploratory vessels all in the name of peace.

Peace, he thought. And here we are abducting innocent beings from their planets. I'm disgusted.

He reached the end of the long hall, whereupon a spiral-shaped porthole opened, revealing a dark, cavernous chamber full of tools, various apparatus, and a large, cylindrical glass chamber in the center of the room. This was the Hall of Research.

A young, human woman knelt in the center of that chamber. Her fair skin was pale as crafted alabaster, but not nearly as pale as the expression on her face. Her chestnut-brown eyes bore an incalculable fear on a face draped by long, auburn hair. Gold earrings dangled from her ears, and around the nape of her neck was a simple, shimmering necklace. She was beautiful for a human, but at this moment she was reduced to a shivering mess of skinny flesh. The woman looked upwards and all around her, peering through the darkness of her glass cage, frantically searching for a means of escape. And when she found none, all manner of base emotions manifested on her face as she quickly clambered to the closest corner she could find.

"Oh my," a Vool woman clutching a tablet mused, staring eagerly through the glass. "Our very first human specimen. I'm sure you can tell but I'm very excited, Captain."

Like him, she was a slimy blue from head to toe. A collection of hair-like tentacles grew not out of her chin like the captain's, but from the back of her head in long, pale tendrils.

The captain shouted at her.

"Look at her, Commander Lyp! Look at what you've done to her! She's terrified out of her wits! She doesn't know WHERE she is, or WHAT you're going to do to her!"

"Calm down, Captain. You know why we have to do this."

"But I don't have to like it!"

"Why don't you go back to the bridge and enjoy a cold cup of juice like you always do, if this bothers you so much."

"And let you dissect her and store her body parts in three dozen jars? Not a chance."

"You exaggerate, Captain! You know it is against regulations for us to do that to intelligent species."

"And since when do you observe regulations, Commander Lyp?"

At this, she smiled silently in the way certain Vool are won't to do. Clyxflagn knew Lyp better than she cared to admit.

"No, I'm staying right here," the captain voiced. "And we will introduce ourselves to her with our vocal cords as is their custom. No telepathy!"

Lyp sneered. "It is true what they say. You're no fun at all!"

"We'll continue this later," he replied tersely.

The Captain and the Commander then turned to face their captive in the chamber. And for the first time, the two Vool locked eyes with the human woman. Her hazel eyes grew wide with terror, her lips trembling uncontrollably as she came face to face with what she assumed were extraterrestrials (or something like that).

"Why is her skin dangling from her body?" Clyxflagn asked. "Is this one injured?"

"No," Lyp said. "Humans are biologically incomplete. I believe those are worn as a type of protection to keep them safe from heat and cold. A second layer of skin, to put it simply."

"I've never even heard of such a thing! What has gone wrong in their evolution that they must wear such things?"

"That I cannot say. But they are a primitive lifeform, after all."

The captain then picked up a cylindrical device and brought it to his face. Clearing his throat, he spoke into it with a voice that sounded like gargled marbles.

"Hello. My name is Captain Clyxflagn. The one beside me is named Commander Lyp. You are on board our ship in space. We are currently orbiting around your planet."

"W-what... y-you speak English?" The young woman's lips trembled.

"I have endeavored to learn some of your language to communicate our peaceful intentions to you. We want you to feel comfortable. What is your name?"

"My name? It's, um, Kate. Kate Newell."

"It is very nice to meet you, Kate. How are you feeling?

"F-feeling?!"

"Are your limbs and organs intact?"

"W-what is that supposed to mean," she cried. "A-are you aliens?"

"Aliens?! How dare--" Lyp snarled.

Shhh! The captain nudged her.

"Yes," he continued with a grunt. "We are aliens from another star system known to you as Vega. We have come to your planet in pursuit of a meteor that struck your atmosphere two months ago. The meteor was carrying a pathogen that we believe may have infected your species. We have come to determine the extent of that damage, and repair it if possible."

Lyp suddenly tapped on the panel, shutting off the intercom.

"Captain, hold one moment!" she turned to him. "Why are you telling her all that?"

"In the interest of interstellar peace, honesty is--"

"Not necessary! She doesn't need to know anything! Our orders are to extract the virus, create the vaccine, then distribute it into the atmosphere."

"Commander Lyp, this is fundamentally wrong! We have kidnapped her from her home with the intention of violating her body. At the very least we should ask for her consent!"

"Consent?!" Lyp scoffed. "How old-fashioned! She is a lower lifeform; we can do anything we want to her!"

"No, she affords our respect. You will give that to her. That is an order!"

Lyp glared at him.

"Now then--" The Captain resumed on the intercom. "Kate, we will need to conduct a few experiments. Commander Lyp here is a trained professional and she will operate variable appendages to assist in our research and treatment..."

Lyp thrust her arms into small hollows in the chamber. Four black snake-like appendages suddenly came to life inside the chamber, rising from the smooth black floor like a collection of massive tentacles. At the end of each appendage was a smooth, round protuberance designed to close and open. And from within that protuberance oozed a slick, viscous fluid.

Kate watched in abject horror.

"Now, Kate," Lyp took over the intercom. "We will remove your faux skin."

"W-what? No! Don't hurt me. Please!"

"We mean no harm, human. On the contrary, we are trying to help you! Please cooperate and we will return you to your planet as soon as we are finished."

Despite Lyp's kind words, two tentacles reached out and grabbed Kate's wrists. She struggled against them, crying out as another pair of tentacles suddenly sprouted laser-like blades. And with an incredible finesse, the tentacles trimmed away the layers of her clothing as though they really were a part of her skin.

"What a primitive fabric..."

The laser cutter cut straight down the middle of her grey sweater, the cloth falling away to expose her white tank top and her black bra barely visible underneath. The tentacles roughly tore the remnants of her sweater away before proceeding downward to her black tights. Again, the laser cutter sliced across her hip with pinpoint accuracy before more tentacles peeled back the dark cotton and exposed her smooth, plush skin slick with the sweat of anxiety. Then the tentacles slowly pulled her tights all the way down to her ankles, exposing her flesh from her smooth, bare shoulders to her black lace underwear.

The young woman bit her lip and whimpered as a maniacal expression twisted across Lyp's face.

She was finally able to do the research she had so long dreamt of.

"Would you slow it down, Lyp? She's obviously distressed!" The captain said.

"Oh, come off it. She's fine!"

Lyp continued. Kate shifted her thighs uncomfortably as Lyp directed a tentacle to her chest. The bulbous tip slipped under her tank top and snaked through the cleavage of her small breasts. The tentacles wrapped around her torso, spreading their slick fluids across her vulnerable flesh before wrapping around the thin spaghetti straps of her top. And when the top wouldn't come off, Lyp roughly jerked her arms.

*riiiiiiiip*

With a sudden movement, both Kate's tank top and black bra were unceremoniously shorn from her body and flopped to the floor in tatters. She squealed and wanted to cover what modesty she had left, but with tentacles clasped around her arms, she was forced to endure the humiliation.

She gulped, shutting her eyes tight with discomfort as her pert, round breasts and pink nipples were exposed to the foreign air of an alien ship. Goosebumps erupted all over her body as Kate, naked but for her black panties, felt four separate tentacles snake across her body, from her long neck to her thin waist to her shivering ankles. A slimy, hot fluid dripped from the four tentacles in copious quantities, drenching every pore of the young woman

"You may feel a tingling sensation where the appendages have touched. The fluid facilitates data collection on your body. We apologize for any discomfort it may cause.

True to her word, the ship's computers automatically switched on and rapidly began collecting information from the young woman, gathering her body temperature, body composition, diet, DNA, and more.

Lyp was glued to the screen as the data flew by.

"You're having the time of your life, aren't you Commander?" The captain mused.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"The agency would never let you research a human after all the experiments you performed on the Wyzerns. But it's those very same experiments that make you an expert here."

"I will admit I am fascinated," she replied. "I wish very much to bring this human female to a quick and delightful orgasm. I only wish--" She grinned with glistening, yellow eyes. "I only wish we had captured a male instead. That I might personally handle him myself."

She licked her lips.

The tentacles sprung to life once more, grabbing Kate around her shoulders and suspending her several feet above the floor. Another pair of tentacles grabbed her by the ankles, spreading her thighs apart and exposing the dark, damp indentation of her womanhood in her silken panties.

This garment was yet another "protection", Lyp thought. Without another word, a fifth tentacle lashed out and deftly clasped the thin garment by the elastic waistline. Kate cried out-- "Ah, no!"--before the tentacle stretched her waistband well beyond its capacity, tearing it in two.

*riiip*

"Ugh...!"

Kate instinctively attempted to shut her thighs in a final supplication of modesty. But the plush, pink folds of her womanhood remained exposed to her captors in all of their forbidden detail. The cleft of her femineity was drenched with a combination of tentacular fluids as well as her own, mixed together in an unholy culmination that only the Vool's lightyears of space travel could have created. And with her legs completely spread open before them, Lyp and the Captain even glimpsed the taint of Kate's trembling anus.

"Commander Lyp," the captain grunted. "Let us get what we need and finish up here."

She nodded.

The fifth tentacle approached Kate's trembling folds, both sopping wet with fluid. The tip of the tentacle gently nudged her vulva, smearing its alien slime across her every pore, pubic hair, and labium. When its bulbous head nudged Kate's clitoris, it was all she could do to keep from moaning in orgasmic pleasure.

The ship's computer sounded an alert.

"That's odd," the captain said. "Her temperature just increased."

"She must be sensitive right there. That little nodule--"

The tentacle brushed back and forth across her clitoris, gently striking the nub back and forth. The readings on the ship's monitor displayed Kate's spasms and sensations in every minute detail, showing the electrifying pleasure spiking through her hips and ankles and all the way to her brain. The flashes of red and yellow blazed through the computer's depiction of her nervous system, flashing every time the tentacle slid roughly across it.

"Uhnnn! Ahhh! N-no...!"

And yet despite her pleas, the computer display showed her thigh muscles gradually relaxing. Kate was resisting less and less with every stroke of her swollen clitoris.

"I think we're on the right track, Captain," Lyp commented.

"I would be disappointed if we weren't."

Again and again, the tentacles snaked through the lips of her womanhood with an increasing fervor, drenching it with more and more slime. Kate was breathless, a sopping, moaning heap of flesh that was slowly inching toward orgasm.

Lyp smiled. There was, of course, more. Much more.

Kate glanced around in confusion; the tentacle had stopped abruptly and positioned itself directly in front of her thighs. She gulped as its bulbous shaped slowly approached her trembling folds, poised to enter her.