Author's Note: For the
750 Word Project 2022
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"You have got to be kidding me." Suzie exclaimed, looking around the clinical steel design around her. She narrowed her eyes, glaring at the thing across from her.
It gerbilled and squawked away and indicated the machine beside her again.
Being abducted by friggin' aliens is one thing. Being expected to willingly climb onto a table for a fuck machine to play around with your insides is a whole 'nother ballgame.
"That is not happening." Suzie shook her head, "Fuck off."
The grey man cocked his head, and murmured some more in his language. If the conspiracy theorists had to be right about anything, why couldn't it be something fun like the earth actually being flat or birds being government robots?
Why did it have to be that aliens like fucking people with machines?
The alien sighed and pressed a button on a remote, and Suzie was left red-faced and trying to cover herself up as her clothes turned into little black flakes that floated down to the ground. There went any hope of a miscommunication.
Eyeing her destiny, Suzie had to say she was... Curious. She knew she didn't have a lot of choice here, and if she was alone in her bedroom at home, she might have wanted to try it. Her dildo collection wasn't exactly focused on small.
The alien patted the silvery metal table, and then produced some kind of jar and started lubing up the machine. At least the thing was considerate, whilst demanding that she got her brains fucked out.