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. I highly recommend reading "Stacy's Alien Abduction" before reading this sequel. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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"LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
Stacy was absolutely furious as she grabbed the glowing bars of the cage in which she was being held, her beautiful blue eyes filled with indignation.
It wasn't a large cage either, only about ten square feet in area with vertical beams of green light that somehow were as hard as iron. With a height of just over six feet, it was barely large enough to allow Stacy to do anything except stand up straight...
...and bitch.
"DO YOU HEAR ME YOU ASSHATS!?!? SEND ME BACK RIGHT NOW!!! MY DOG IS GOING TO BE REALLY TICKED OFF!!!"
Snoop...
Stacy's adorable Cavapoo...
The pooch's little bark was the last thing Stacy remembered as she was being abducted from her apartment. The bitchy brunette had been instantly transported to some sort of alien laboratory, restrained to a table, stripped of her clothes, and then raped by a very aggressive tentacle creature. It had simultaneously fucked her pussy, her mouth, and her ass with unbelievable zeal, forcing her to come harder, and more times than she ever had in her life.
The college music student was incensed at having been so intimately violated, and yet she couldn't deny that her pussy had never felt so incredible as it gushed through climax after wonderful climax.
Stacy had been defiled...fucked ruthlessly by the tentacle creature, and the act of being taken against her will left her seething with rage.
Still, as the feisty student felt the creature come inside all three of her holes at once, while two other tentacles sucked hard on her pert tits, and another wrapped around her neck to choke her as she came, all Stacy could think about as she slowly lost consciousness were the orgasmic fireworks exploding behind her beautiful blue eyes, and the feeling of fulfillment as the creature's warm liquid seemed to spread everywhere inside her.
When she woke up, she was locked in the cage located in another part of the laboratory, not knowing how long she had been unconscious after her relentless ravishment.
Something else was odd though...
Stacy caught her reflection in the smooth metallic wall on the other side of the large room.
She was dressed, but not in the clothes she had been wearing when she first arrived. Those had been torn to shreds by the tentacle creature, just before it had fucked her.
Stacy recognized the sleek black dress she was wearing. It was her favorite, the one she wore when performing in university orchestra concerts as a violinist.
"How did I end up wearing this?" she thought to herself as she looked at her reflection.
Stacy couldn't deny, though, that she always looked really hot in that dress.
The top and skirt were all one piece, and very form fitting, highlighting all of Stacy's curves. The soft fabric hugged her hips and rear snugly, while the length of the tight skirt came teasingly down to a few inches above her knees. Stacy's legs were well toned and looked incredible, especially when wearing her three-inch black high heels.
"How did they get my dress?" Stacy thought to herself, "and why THIS one?"
Because the snug outfit was made of a fairly thin material, Stacy usually wore tiny black satin thong panties underneath to avoid having visible underwear lines.
Somehow, her captors seemed to know this as well...something Stacy realized when she noticed the familiar feel of her tiny satin panties under her skirt.
What Stacy really loved most about the dress though, was how amazing she always looked in the long sleeve but shoulderless top. Her full brunette hair always fell loosely about her bare shoulders and upper back, tickling her smooth silky body as the beautiful locks caressed her gently.
It always felt marvelous not wearing a bra as well. Stacy's breasts weren't large, but they were extremely perky. Her nipples tended to stay firm almost all the time, and the outline would always show through whatever she was wearing. Going without a bra was very freeing though, and so she didn't mind the nipples of her liberated breasts poking up against the thin fabric of her top...
...it made her feel even more sexy.
The bitch in Stacy normally loved to see just how many guys in the orchestra she could catch checking out her rack so she could promptly glare back to let them know they had been busted. It was a power trip she enjoyed.
However, wearing the dress while locked in a cage after being abducted and fucked by an alien creature made Stacy feel very vulnerable...
...and she definitely wasn't used to that.
After looking herself over, the college student noticed something in her reflection that she hadn't seen before.
"What the...?"
There was a black leather choker around her neck, with a small metal O-ring attached to the front.
Stacy tugged on the choker, trying to remove it, but there seemed to be no way to unfasten it.
(wooooooosh)
Instantly, a metallic door on the far side of the room opened vertically, causing Stacy to jump from the sudden noise, her braless tits bouncing residually.
With a soft whirring sound, some sort of mobile machine glided slowly through the doorway and into the laboratory.
Stacy stared intently at the object, trying to figure out what the heck it was entering the room.
The machine was definitely metallic, and seemed to be gliding on wheels hidden by the square shaped body that flared out all the way to the floor. On top was a smaller rectangular head attached to the body with a vertical metallic post that looked like a kind of neck. At the front of the head were two circular lenses that vaguely resembled eyes.
Once the machine was fully inside the laboratory, the vertical door closed with another whooshing sound.
"Name," a robotic voice demanded.
As it talked, a horizontal white light flickered below the machine's eyes where a mouth would normally be located.
Stacy refused to answer, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.
"Name," the machine repeated.
"Fuck off!" Stacy fired back.
Suddenly, the choker around Stacy's neck sent a short electric shock through her entire body.
(zap)
"OW! FUCK!" Stacy cried out, grabbing at the leather collar. The jolt wasn't unbelievably painful, but it was uncomfortable enough to sting, and definitely something she wanted to avoid happening again.
"Name," the machine repeated a third time.
The bitchy brunette was momentarily compliant.
"Stacy," she answered, moistening her lips.
"You are a female?" the machine asked.
Stacy rolled her eyes.
"What do you think, dumbass?!? That tentacle creature of yours fucked me everywhere!"
(zap)
"OW! FUCK THAT HURTS!!" Stacy bitched as another electric shock fired from the collar.
"Confirm, you are a female!" the machine ordered.
"YES!! DAMMIT!!!" Stacy's beautiful blue eyes were firing daggers at her captor, "and who the fuck are you?!?"
"I am Data Analysis Droid...Series D...referred to as 'DAD-D'."
"You've gotta be kidding me..." Stacy said just as much to herself as to the machine, "you're called 'Daddy'?!?"
"Negative," the droid clarified, "I am referred to as 'DAD-D'."
Stacy rolled her eyes.
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to call you 'Daddy'."
"DAD-D," the droid insisted.
"Whatever," Stacy put her hands on her hips, "just tell me why the fuck I'm here."
After a few electronic bleeps and whirrs, the droid explained...
"You were brought here to be sexually examined for your suitability. The initial tentacle scan performed on you was only partially successful and requires further data before proceeding."
Stacy looked angrily at the machine.
"What the fuck?!? Sexually examined?!? Suitability for what?!?"
The droid ignored the questions.
"The first objective in determining your suitability is discovering how to maximize your sexual drive."
"Excuse me?" Stacy raised her eyebrows, wondering if she had heard that correctly.
(whoooooosh)
Immediately, the green light bars of Stacy's cage disappeared.
"Come here, bitch," the droid ordered flatly.
Stacy did a double take.
"What did you just call me?!?"
"Our observations indicate that 'bitch' is the term applied to you by most humans with whom you interact."
"What!?!?!?" Stacy's mouth fell open, "No it isn't! Are you fucking kidding me?!?"
"Negative," the droid answered, "confusingly, people only tend to refer to you in that manner when you are not actually present."
Stacy humphed and folded her arms petulantly.
"Come here, bitch," the droid repeated.
"Fuck off!!!" she shouted back.
(zap)
"AAHH!!!" Stacy fell to the ground and grabbed at her choker as another electric jolt fired through her.
"Dammit, stop that!"
After a few more electronic bleeps, the droid explained...
"This unit has no control over your punishments. The training collar you are wearing is automatic and will only activate if you fail to follow instructions."
Deciding she should do as she was told...for now, Stacy kept her mouth shut, glaring at her captor as she started to stand.
"Negative," the droid stopped her, "you will crawl to my location."
Stacy's mouth fell open.
"What?!?!?"
"Now, bitch!" the droid almost sounded impatient.
"My name is Stacy!"
(zap)
"OW!!!!! FUCK! ALRIGHT DAMMIT!"
Fuming with rage, Stacy tossed her hair back and began to crawl on all fours towards her captor, the firm round cheeks of her ass perfectly outlined by the tight black dress she was wearing as it swayed from side to side with each forward move.
"This is so fucking humiliating," Stacy thought to herself, "I can't believe this is actually happening."
The bitchy brunette slinked forward on her hands and knees, her thong panties gripping her pussy tightly as each step brought her closer to her captor.
"Why am I wearing this dress?" the college musician asked, trying to get some answers.
"You will refer to me as 'DAD-D'."
