I'm returning after a nine-month break in writing and thought I'd try something new.
This story is inspired by the 2011 3-part series Sphere by Testudo. The use of the name "Eric" and date of his abduction are homages and should not be confused as being the same character or existing in the same universe. The story, characters, and settings are my own.
If you don't have a taste for nonconsent or sci-fi please turn the channel now. Realism doesn't live here; fantasy does.
All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18.
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"Okay, Jessie one last question," my new gynecologist asked as he stepped away from between my legs. "How many times have you given birth?"
"Excuse me?" I asked stunned since I'd never been pregnant. "Never. Never been pregnant before. One or two late scares, but never pregnant."
He smiled warmly if not patronizingly. "There's no judgement here, but the mouth of your cervix says otherwise."
I wanted to cry. He brought up two pictures on his phone. "This is a cervix that has never had a baby pass through it." The picture showed a smooth cervix with a small pinprick hole in it. "This is one that's given birth." This one didn't have the pinprick, it had a tight slit with creases in it. "That's what yours looks like." I felt a tear slide my cheek.
"But I've never been pregnant..." I repeated.
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My friends at Emory University in Atlanta hadn't understood my excitement at returning to Missouri for summer vacation after our first year of grad school. Especially going to someplace so--rural. They were heading to Savannah to waitress and share a house close to the beach. They would return with tan lines, even Tiffany the only one wild enough to wear a microkini.
But here on the 100 acres my parents live and raise cattle I can lay out by the pool totally nude while they are at work. I would return to campus with NO tan lines. At 5'8" and 22 I'm lean thanks to a cross-country scholarship that, thankfully, covered one year of grad school. My breasts aren't anything to get excited about, depending on the day and bra I could go with either a B- or C-cup. However, much to the bafflement of my doctor, from late August to Thanksgiving they'll fit into a D-cup and even leak milk. Pink quarter sized areolas surround the nubs of my nipples.
My pussy is freshly waxed smooth, it's an annual ritual since I graduated high school. After graduation I ended things with the boy I'd dated since our sophomore year and shaved 'down there' for the first time. I kept it shaved all summer and, in the fall, let it grow and shaved it into a cute heart shape.
My freshman year boyfriend loved it, and while I really liked him, but I broke it off at the end of the year and I shaved again. Rinse and repeat. Every. Damn. Year. It was as mysterious as my new gynecologist thinking I'd given birth before.
Feeling the warmth of the Sun on my skin becoming too warm, I rolled onto my front before my fair skin could burn to a crisp. In the distance I could hear the hum of the neighbor's drone as the dirty old man thought he'd sneak a peek over the privacy fence. I took a moment to consider my options. First, I could shoot it out of the sky with daddy's shotgun. It was risky, my political science professor had us read about a case involving a man shooting down a drone spying on his daughter's sunbathing. The jury was still out on if this was federal airspace or if people had personal airspace. So not worth the risk.
Second option is just roll over and give the poor guy a show. He's not my type, but his wife is an absolute bitch. My family has always felt sorry for him, and I've always had a secret exhibitionist side that I've been too inhibited to explore. The worst that could happen is the pictures end up online. In that case daddy would probably kick the poor guy's ass. And honestly, it's not like there's a few out there already. A few of my boyfriends, starting with my high school boyfriend, had already done that. Beyond some embarrassment among my peers my parents never found out. And I wasn't about to tell them!
"Fuck it." I whispered to no one and rolled over just as the low humming stopped. A few seconds later I heard something crash in the woods. I opened my eyes and hovering silently above me was a silver, tic-tack shaped ship. A blue circle appearing on the bottom that emitted a sudden, blindingly bright light.
"Oh fuck. Not again."
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Slowly I came out of a dreamless sleep. I was laying on something warm and soft, but not a mattress. It felt sticky, but not a wet sticky like slime. This was more like a band aid with a very weak adhesive. I tried to move and met with a slight resistance. I opened my eyes and sat up on the floor in a strange room. The walls a highly polished silver blur of colored metal. I instinctively felt around the squishy, rubbery floor for my glasses.
As I realized this was probably a fool's errand, I found them and put them on. I could tell I had been dressed; but was shocked to see what whomever brought me here dressed me in. With my glasses I could see myself reflected in the mirror finish of the walls. I wore a white corset, sheer panties, and stockings. "Great, I was abducted by fetishists."
The room was a little chilly, I crossed my arms over my chest and started rubbing to warm myself. The sensation was unnaturally sensual, and I felt my nipples growing erect and a warmth between my legs. I found myself squirming on the floor, my mind reeling as I tried to figure out where I was and how I got here.
