The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. This is my first story in the science fiction genre, so I hope you all enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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"OH FUCK YES!!!!!"
Stacy screamed as her pussy was being pounded by the most unbelievable cock she'd ever had inside her. Stripped of her clothes, the 20 year old brunette college student was strapped down on all fours as her depths were being relentlessly pummeled. Her inhibitions long gone, Stacy shuddered in orgasmic bliss as her body was caught in an endless loop of tension, climax, and release.
The machine fucking her had been designed for that.
During the brief moments where one powerful orgasm ended and another started to build, Stacy tried to figure out how she had gotten here, and how her entire purpose in life had been forever changed.
It all started when the aliens came.
They needed someone...
someone young...
someone female...
someone...suitable...
Stacy was single, and living in a little apartment near her college campus with her pet cavapoo dog, Snoop, who always greeted Stacy with excitement every time she came home from class.
As a music student, Stacy spent a lot of time by herself practicing her violin. When she wasn't in a rehearsal or a practice room, she tended to be very sociable, but generally hung out with a small circle of friends rather than mingle with the masses.
Stacy was highly intelligent with a strong personality and wicked sense of humor. You just knew that behind her gorgeous blue eyes, her mind was going through a hundred thoughts at once, and that she would reveal to you only what she wanted you to know.
Stacy was a nice girl, but she could also be brutally honest. She didn't have patience for stupid people and would completely take someone down if she felt they were not being genuine. Because of this, Stacy tended to have a bit of a superiority complex which some mistook as just being a bitch. Underneath that hard exterior however, was a strong, independent woman who would be a loyal friend to those she deemed worthy.
She could definitely be feisty though, especially when forced to do something she didn't want to do.
Like most everyone, Stacy dated guys during high school, but meeting people got harder when she started focussing completely on her music studies. Her rigorous schedule meant that she really didn't have time for an extensive social life, and it just wasn't a priority for her anyway.
So, when the aliens discovered a young, single female who lived alone and whose absence would only be noticed by a limited number of people, they realized they had found the person they needed.
Stacy was curled up on her sofa in her apartment, having had a particularly exhausting day of classes and taking a nap before she fixed herself dinner. The cute little sun dress she wore today was a lovely blue and white striped sleeveless one piece with large buttons down the front. The length of the dress came down to just below her knees. With white pumps, hoop earrings, and a white flower pinned to her hair on the right side, Stacy looked absolutely adorable.
As she napped peacefully, her soft cheek resting on a fluffy silk pillow, Stacy's brunette locks draped over the armrest of the couch while Snoop curled up on the floor beneath her.
The quiet of the scene was interrupted by a soft low hum.
Stacy stirred but remained sleeping.
The hum began growing louder.
"Mmmmm," the college student moaned softly in her sleep as the glow of a white aura surrounded her entire body.
Snoop raised her head just in time to see her owner slowly fade away, barking as Stacy disappeared into thin air.
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"Snoop?" Stacy said softly, still half asleep.
She could have sworn she heard her barking.
When Stacy was alert enough to realize that she wasn't lying on her couch, her eyes went wide.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed bolting upright. Stacy could swear like a sailor when she wanted to, but she usually didn't unless something was seriously wrong, and something definitely was very very wrong. Had she been kidnapped? Where was she...and what was going to happen to her?
The room was dark...if it even was a room. Stacy couldn't see the walls or the ceiling, so she could have been anywhere. She did notice, however, that there was a bright light a few feet above her that illuminated the table on which she was laying.
That was all the college student could determine, because almost immediately as she bolted upright, something powerful forced her back down.
"OW!" Stacy exclaimed as her back hit the table again, her long brunette hair slamming down a half-second later.
"What the..." Stacy was still in a mental fog as she tried to figure out what was happening. Instinctively, she attempted to push herself off of the table again...
...but something stopped her.
"OH!" Stacy yelped in surprise as she felt something wrapping around her wrists and pinning them down above her head.
"Let me go, dammit!" she insisted, struggling against her restraints, although not sure to whom she was yelling.
Frantically turning her head from side to side, Stacy got a glimpse of what was holding her down.
Wrapped around each of her wrists was a kind of long, warm, wet tentacle, just like those found on a squid...only much larger...and longer. Stacy couldn't even see what they were attached to, but they seemed to be coming up from under the table.
When she saw what was holding her down, Stacy screamed and began flailing about.
"OHMYGOD!!! W-WHAT IN THE WORLD!?!? NO!!!" she cried loudly, kicking with her legs and pulling helplessly on her restraints. "LET GO OF ME!!! DAMMIT!!! LET ME GO!!!!!"
Stacy's voice echoed throughout the darkness, letting the college student realize just how large of a room it was.
"FUCK!!! WHAT ARE YOU?!?!? AAHH!!! LET GO OF ME!!! NOW!!!!!"
Still struggling, Stacy raised her head enough to see two more tentacles slithering up from under the table, wrapping themselves around the college student's ankles.
"NO! DAMMIT!! GET AWAY!!!" Stacy tried desperately to escape, kicking and flailing wildly as the tentacles forced her legs down onto the table, pinning her ankles to the steel surface.
Stacy exhausted herself struggling against the four tentacles restraining her to the table, amazed at how strong they were and how they held her down so effectively as she tried to break free of their grasp. It was almost as if they were waiting for her to give in before moving on...
"What the fuck are you?" Stacy asked angrily, her perky breasts rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing, "What do you want with me?"
The college student noticed a soft squelching sound that seemed to come from all directions. Was that a reply?
Before Stacy could consider the possibility, a fifth tentacle quickly sprang up from beneath the table, followed seconds later by a sixth.
"Oh no!" Stacy exclaimed to herself as the two new tentacles began hovering only a single inch above her, gliding slowly from her ankles up her shapely legs, hips, midriff, breasts, shoulders, and head. It was as if the tentacles were trying to examine every detail of her body...
...which they were.
Stacy froze when the two tentacles that weren't holding her down began hovering just above her face. The young musician moistened her lips nervously, hoping that they weren't about to hurt her.
Instead, the tentacles moved to the top of Stacy's dress and began nuzzling themselves under the fabric between the buttons.
The college student's blue eyes went wide as the appendages pulled on the fabric in opposite directions until the top button of Stacy's dress popped off and fell onto the floor.
(snap)
"Ohmygod!" she exclaimed as she felt the thread holding the second button of her dress break, causing it to fly off the table as well, "they're taking my clothes off!"
(snap)
"You can't do this!" Stacy raged as another button flew off, "STOP IT!"
(snap)
As the tentacles methodically tore each button off of Stacy's dress, the college girl's marvelous rack came into view, supported as they were by her white lace front closure bra.
"OH!" Stacy yelped as the tentacles finished removing the rest of the buttons down the front of her sundress and then looped around her wide straps, gliding them off her shoulders.
(rip)
"Dammit, no!" Stacy protested as she felt the straps of her dress being torn by the powerful tentacles, her little white lace bra now completely visible.
"Stop it! What are you doing?!?!?! Don't you dare!" Stacy fumed as the fabric of her dress was ripped apart past her hips and down her shapely legs, leaving her with only her white lace bra, matching lace panties, her two inch pumps, hoop earrings, and the flower in her hair...
...all white...as if she were an innocent virgin to be taken.
Stacy definitely wasn't a virgin, but she was very selective about who she let fuck her. She was always the one who called the shots, and she could be a real bitch if she didn't get her way.
Normally, Stacy would tend to wear more comfortable underwear as well, usually cotton or satin. Today however, just to feel a little naughty, she had put on a very tiny and thin pair of see through lace thong panties, figuring no one else would know. It was a bit of a turn on for her sitting in orchestra rehearsal playing her violin and feeling the tiny panties gripping her pussy firmly, making her tingle as the thong rode slowly up her ass.
It was a decision she was now beginning to regret.
"Dammit, this is so infuriating," Stacy thought to herself, "what in the world is happening?!?"
Unbeknownst to her, things were about to get a lot more...intimate.
"OH!" Stacy yelped as one of the tentacles slipped under the hook of her front closure bra and unfastened the clasp, her firm perky breasts popping out of their prison.
Stacy had always been proud of her breasts. They were full but not massive, and perfectly proportioned to her figure. Most of all, they were extremely perky with beautiful firm tits that would say hello to the world through any t-shirt or blouse. More than once, Stacy had used her breasts as weapons of mass distraction to get what she wanted from guys...
...because it worked every time.
But now...those breasts were being exposed against her will to some type of tentacle creature...for reasons that had yet to be revealed.
(snap)
(snap)
"OH!" Stacy yelped as the powerful tentacle tore each of her delicate lace bra straps, pulling the now useless fabric out from underneath her. Looking down in dismay at each of her exposed breasts, Stacy seethed with anger as she was being stripped of her clothes.
"This can't be happening...this CAN'T be happening," Stacy closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that she was still asleep on her couch.
