The Alien And The Abducted

As I finish tying my sneaker, an almost perfectly timed honk sounds from the driveway. The soft glow of headlights beam through the windows. I walk over to Ava's lime green 2005 PT Cruiser. As usual the bass can be heard, and almost felt, from outside the car. It quickly dies as I open the door and get in after she throws her bag into the backseat. As I slip into the seat, I kick the miscellaneous empty cans of energy drinks and herbal teas until my feet touch the floorboard.

Ava's car is.. an otherworldly experience at night. The compact cabin is illuminated with strips of lights lined in most corners and ledges. The the color change flows in waves of rainbow, making the stickers covering the dash and the field of fake flowers she painstakingly stapled into the fabric of the ceiling shift in color to varying degrees.

"Did you see the video Jacob posted on his story? Since when did him and Kayla break up?" The wild look in Ava's eyes tells me she's already had a drink or two. Great.

Ava and I have been friends since third grade when her family moved from the east coast to be closer to her only living grandparent. We became inseparable, even when our tastes grew apart. She's always stood out from a crowd, constantly changing her hair color and quickly amassing a sizable amount of piercings. I never grew to find what made me confident or what I liked. Ava has always been more of the stand out. Even now in the crocheted black halter top I made her, chunky glitter hair sprayed into the hair line of braids. I can't help but admire her confidence even just sitting in my driveway.

"Weren't you like hoping for that?" I ask, watching as she pulls into reverse and rolls out of the driveway. The light up aqua numbers on the dash read 10:37pm.

"Manifesting. But yes, she's a massive twatbag." She corrects, pulling her phone out to change music and turn up the music again as she costs down and out of residential.

Since graduating high school, Ava and I decided to enroll in our local university together. She nicknamed herself the "girl boss of physics" due to her being 3 in roughly 89 physics majors. I on the other hand developed a passion for English, specifically for creative writing. I hope one day to share my own stories with the world.

Tonight is another of Ava's "good ideas" to try have a memorable college experience and show up to as many parties as possible. Tonights antics are curtesy of Jeremiah Haulverson's lake front home being vacant while his parents are gone. Most of our graduating class attend the same university, joy.

Ava's music and her voice start to blend together as I stare out the passenger window at the residential houses becoming fewer and businesses more frequent. The only way to get to Jeremiah's is straight through to the other side of town. I focus more on the DIY lavender air freshener Ava attempted and made way too strong. Even completely closed and the vents off, it still tickles at the back of your throat. Every time I complain about it, I'm reminded of her stubbornness and have learned to stop bringing it up.

"Did that make sense? I hope I don't get it mixed up." It's not until she asks that question that I snap back to attention, looking over.

"Umm, yeah that made sense." I reply.

As she parks and turns to me, giving me a skeptic look and narrowing her eyes.

"Earth to Jane. Are the lights on today?" She asks jokingly with the faintest hint of annoyance behind it.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to." I apologize and offer a sheepish smile.

She turns the car off and gets out, coming around to my side of the curb and puts her hands on her hips. It's now that I can see her sporting a deep orange mini skirt that complimented her magenta hair, golden clips in it. She was always so bright and infectiously in a good mood.

"I'm not mad. But you're not wearing that." She says and motions at the zip up hood I had on. I make a face at her in protest, but she don't not budge, in tru Ava fashion. I sigh and give in, taking the maroon cover off. The cool air rushes to my bare arms and I feel goose bumps rise.

I watch Ava give me another look as she looks over my plain blue Levi's and a graphic t-shirt. She's clearly disappointed in my choice. It only makes me give her a look back.

"I gave you my sweatshirt, that's progress." I remind her.

She thinks about it briefly and nods, acknowledging it as a win as grabs my hand to walk to the front door. Cars line down the street for blocks from the house. As we walk passed expensive lakeside homes, I realize the stark difference in us and people like Jeremiah. His home is huge. We're greeted by a guy who I recognize vaguely around campus. He waves us through, making a comment to Ava. I'm too engrossed on looking at the people here to listen to their passing comments.

The house is a large mid-century modern home. Large vaulted wood ceilings span as far as I can see. All floors are matched to the same dark oak. It looks like a staircase to more rooms and bathrooms above, leading to a large railed landing that oversees the front entryway. I follow Ava as she tugs on my hand to walk passed the stairs and to the open concept kitchen. There are two large plastic laundry bins full of mixed drinks accompanied with cases of canned drinks, and bags of snacks littering the island. The kitchen table is out fitted with a crowd of people cheering on the game of pong happening.

Ava weaves between people to the drinks, taking two cups and ladling them full of the mystery bright blue drink. She hands me mine and raises hers, looking at me. The crowd from the right of us cheer and chatter as someone makes a shot. We both try knock back a couple of gulps from the full solo cups. My face quickly scrunches up at the sour and burning feeling in my throat. Ava is much more receptive to the drink, getting a kick out of my reaction.

I know if I want to at least enjoy being out, I was going to need somewhere less noisy. Ava is quick to pick up on this and automatically leads the way to the back yard. I see an in ground pool, littered with more people and music playing on someone's speaker. A pool right by the lake seems a bit self indulgent.

"You think he'll be here?" Ava asks, siting off the side of the deck and nursing on her drink.

"Who, Jacob?" I ask, looking over as I follow suit.

"Yes, him. Who else!" She exasperates, elbowing me. "Now I have the chance for a rebound." She jokes.

I smile and roll my eyes, taking small sips of my tooth decaying level of sweet rubbing alcohol.

"I have great authority to say probably. Him and Jeremiah are good friends." I say. It's only logical.

It's now her time to roll her eyes and laugh, knocking back another gulp of her drink. I can tell she also is not overly fond of the recipe.

"How about I go get us something better and then we can play what not to wear." She winks and gets back up, slipping back into the groups of people and into the house.

I'd never exactly imagined myself ending up at parties. I many not dance or actually party, but I guess it beats staying home and rotting in my bed. I look beyond the house's roof and into the sky. It's a clear night. The stars are like dazzling specks and the moon is half full. It looks like tonight is a meteor shower as the occasional streak glitters across the sky.

I am quicker reminded of Ava's a sense. She always has something to say about the star placements and moon cycles. I'm sure she would love this. I get up to find and tell her, finishing the last of my cup. It's not long before I realize why Ava hadn't returned to me in a while.

She is leaned into a door frame talking the newly found single Jacob Stone. His attention was locked on Ava as she towered over him in her platform boots, racking her up to a solid 6'3 in height. She's always said how much her previous partners have loved her scaling height.

I quickly realize my chance at a night of drinking and laughing with my best friend won't be happening. Instead, I turn and make my way back to the mystery drink tub and refill my cup. People take no time in filling the gaps I made to moved around them to my current spot. Trying to move back outside looks impossible now. I opt to plant my feet where I stand, next to the punch where I can keep refills coming.

As the hour passes, I lose track of the cups I fill. My cheeks are flushed and my skin feels hot the touch as people's words become more distant. I don't care to ease drop about someone's professor grading an exam on a curve. They all sound the same. Everyone is the same. None of them are interesting the same way Ava is. I glance around to see her still chatting with Jacob, arms around his shoulders casually as they move back and forth. It fills me with a curiosity. Nobody had looked at me the way Jacob was. Or more importantly, the way Ava was looking at him.

It's the burning feeling of jealously that finally moves me from my spot in the kitchen and out the back door to the yard once again. This time I go beyond the deck and pool, aiming to get as close to the lake shore as I can. As the music fades, I'm more aware of just how drunk I really am.

The sound of waves on the shore alleviates some of the growing nausea I feel washing up at the back of my throat. I stumble down to the water side and yank my head back up to look at the sky again. If Ava is too busy with Jacob, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy the stars on my own.

I sit down in the sand, can of something in hand. I train my gaze back to the sky and look for more meteors. To my delight I spend a good deal of time watching the fly away stripes in the air.

The sight it relaxing. Combined with the sound of the sloshing waves, I give in to the growing pain in my back and lay down on my side, head craned to the side to watch the sky. The cool sand feels sobering as my eyes get heavy until they eventually fall, drifting.

••••

The rhythmic sound of the lake is replaced with infrequent beeps. I open my eyes to be greeted by an empty room. My bare legs are in stirrups, spread open. I quickly struggle and feel no movement. My muscles don't react when I will them to flex.

Hot tears well up and obstruct my vision as they fall. The off white and rounded room is filled by a rather tall cloaked and masked figure, coming closer to discover my awakened state. I try my best to focus on his face but it's shrouded in shadow from the hood over his head.

I see as the masked man comes to my side and reaches a gloved hand out to cup my cheek. The tears well up again at the gesture. My body trembles, staring at the masked man in fear.

His hand moves from my cheek and lower to my throat. His grip does not stay in one place as he moves my head from side to side. Not long after my first captor enters, a second almost identical person comes through the doorway. My heartbeat quickens, the beeping becoming more frequent.

I watch the second figure come to my other side. With the same gloved hand, he pulls a pair of scissors from his pocket. This can't be real. It isn't real.

His hand moves lower and lower until it reaches the hem of my shirt, pulling it down taught and using the scissors to cut at the fabric, and opening it up to the middle of my stomach and chest. The heat rushes to my cheeks in surprise as the shirt opens effortlessly, revealing my white sports bra old enough to have its own graduation.

Following the sight of my bare stomach, I finally acknowledge the lack of pants on my lower half. A cold chill spreads across chest, seeing the situation. I might die here.

The first figure's hands are quick to find their way back to me. I see him pull out a tub of some sort of gel out. As his hand scoops some out, the second man reaches a palm out, requesting his own glob. He obliges and gets his own helping. Both of them focus back to me and press their hands to my sides and stomach, rubbing it in. It's cold and smells sharply of a hospital.

Their hands glide easily over my sides and climbing up to roll over my bra, soaking the thinning fabric with the gel. The lighting above reflects off my wet looking skin. Their roaming hands invade the bottom elastic of my bra, cupping at my breasts. The cold gel quick heats up to their touch as they pinch and pull at my aching nipples.

My entire body slowly starts to warm up, breathing becoming more labored. The tingling lingers longer at their finger tips tracing and exploring. It doesn't take long before the transparent bra falls victim to the scissors. I watch one pull at either side of it, snipping holes to free my nipples through the bra.

The man to my right drops from my side to between my spread legs. I see him take another finger full of gel, spreading it across my groin. It's cold to the touch again as he leans down and pulls a razor from his pocket. Scared of his intentions, I try close my legs to put up a barrier. No luck, as I dreaded. I feel powerless but my muscles won't contract.

He leans into my legs, and feel as his blade glides between my hips, shaving the area clean. His free hand begin to rub the heating gel into my thrifts and at my lips as he made the area bald. My own excitement grows at the multiple hands rubbing and cleaning me, making my eyes flutter in giddiness.

The man at my side stops to grab at what I assume to be a tray behind my head, pulling two tubes. I watch as he places one over a hardened nipple and pulling the air from. As he vacuums the tube of air, it fills with my breast, pulling up. I feel the suction and tug on the sensitive nub as it makes the pit of my stomach clench tightly. He repeats the process with the other side to match them before going back to running his hands over my chest and around my stomach.

The man between my legs finishes his goal, pulling at either side of my lips to open and have a closer look at my nether region.

I feel a swimming feeling of warmth starting to take over my thoughts. The fuzzy feeling is foreign as his fingers explore my labia, brushing against my clit. It sends a jolt up my spine, eyes widening and bringing it to their attention.

There is an abrupt sting of pain at either side of my lips from clips pinching down on them and connected to a string. I feel them being spread with the clips, taping the strings to my thighs to expose my swelling clit from the open air. I squirm at the feeling in my mind from the heated pain. I feel vulnerable but the growing warmth on my skin makes it feel distant. All I can focus on is the hands groping and fondling my body.

Their attention is focused on teasing what is the most sensitive. It quickly is replaced by shock again as a probing finger pushes into me. The space is filled and makes my hips feel tight, my eyes welling up for the third time. It surprises me more by how good it feels to be filled with his finger.

It's agonizing to feel this good and so unfulfilled, a new side and thoughts I never imagined having. I quickly receive my wish as I fell him add another finger inside me. If my back could arch, it would look more akin to a mountain than the current plateau.

Yes. It feels so wrong to feel so good. Raped by a couple of masked men and death. I suppose if I die, I'll die after feeling so good.

My attention is brought back to the man beside me as I see his glove roll down. It looks lime green under his glove. Green?

The man between my legs pulls his fingers from me. The rapid loss of warmth inside me feels like emptiness. He turns from me to reach beyond my head and pulls a large barreled syringe, soft rubber funnel attached.

In horror, I watch him plunge the tip inside me. Again I feel something tickle me from the inside out. It's a surprise to feel a rush of room temperature liquid spray into me. As it fills, I feel myself stretch in pained pleasure. He fiddles with it as he pulls it out. Water quickly spills from me and I feel his finger pinch at my clit. A harsh need to bare down consumes me. I try to scream, flooded in pleasure.

My eyes follow as he fills the syringe with the liquid, violet in color, before pushing the nozzle past my pussy lips and inside to refill me with the like warm substance. It washes my inner walls and makes beads of sweat start to form down my neck and at my forehead. I've never felt so overcome with desire and an ache from within.

He repeated the process of filling me and coaxing the liquid out each time to spill on the floor below as he pinched and twisted at my swollen clit. The beeps from my heart monitor is frequent, verging on rapid.

The pull on my vacuum sealed nipples is becoming torturous as they are helplessly pulled on. I can see the tops of the glass tubes over them at the bottom of my vision as I watch the man between my legs put down his syringe.

His movements are fluid as he tugs the hood from his head to expose a horrible realization. My captor was never a serial murderer or a stalker.

I watch his gaunt like green face, look over my body in desire. His mouth a festering hole of teeth and spit as it makes noises with the lap of his tongue to wet the maw. Am I dreaming? It can't be real. He can't be real.

A new found wave of panic sets in as I see him drop back down to between my legs. Please make my legs work. Why can't I move.

I close my eyes before his mouth makes contact with my dripping sex. The wet flesh attacks my clit, rubbing and sucking at the precious nub of nerves. My foot twitches from it.

A screech from beside me sounds from my other captor. It's not long before he focuses back on the tubes at my chest. He pulls one, toying with it before releasing the pressure seal and pulling it from my nipple. I get out a short moan. My pussy is on fire with that things tongue lapping at me.I feel like nothing more than a play thing for some sick monster. Nobody would know where I am. Nobody knows I'm missing.

With both of my nipples free and sore, they are coated in a fresh layer of gel, his gloved fingers are rough as massage it into my skin. I feel my rising pleasure mount and swell from within as its tongue swipes back and forth on my clitoris.

There is a strong tickling sensation deep inside me before it crescendos into an orgasm. I feel my muscles twitch as my vocal cords fight to make any sort of noise. The monitor behind me sounds alarms for elevated heart rate. It's deliciously rotten in the disgusting tongue between my legs.

My orgasm dies down but the stickiness at my lips does not dry. Even as the alien like creature pulls back, his chin and open maw glistens in my wetness.

He is also turned on, I see now by the stiffened cock he pulls from his cloak. It's striped in dark saturated blue ribbed rings. The bumpy texture looks intimidating, wide and slick with his own pre-cum.

I'm at the mercy of the two creatures as they fondle and use me to satisfaction. The white walls around me feel like they're spinning around me. It's hard to tell with not much to look at beyond the alien men beside me.

His cock plunges into my legs, the air escaping my lungs with the rapid stretch. A rush of new warmth consumes me, paralyzed in my thoughts.

In and out. In and out.

My attention is quickly snapped back to the man beside me as he grabs what I can only imagine to be a sort of alien flash light. As he holds the handle, he waves the attached glass cylinder, and turns it on. Whips of bright blue electricity dances across the surface of it.

To my surprise, as the tip of the wand makes contact to my shoulder, it creates an audible 𝘻𝘢𝘱. The current sends a pin prick from the spot, through my body.

My clit burns with a need for attention as he drives into me.

𝘡𝘢𝘱. 𝘡𝘢𝘱. 𝘡𝘢𝘱.

There are repeated assaults on my breasts, each sending a shock through my body and finding their way to between my legs. Every charged touch brings me close to the mounting pleasure until it becomes unbearable.