by Ella Wayne
Her surroundings changed as well. No longer was she in the white, bland room, no longer was she laying on the medical table. The world shimmered and shook. The white walls melted away, retreating to leave her laying on a bed of grass. The sun shone overhead, the air was warm and sweet as it washed over her naked flesh. Leaves rustled in the trees and the grass tickled as it brushed against her skin. She stretched out her limbs, drowning in the brilliant warmth of it all. The field stretched all around her endlessly, and somewhere in the distance she could hear the soft gurgling of a stream. When she opened her eyes the aliens were there, looking incongruous against the terrestrial backdrop. Their pale, hairless skin almost reflected the sun, and they looked a little like a swarm of insects as they came upon her. The head scientist had peered into her mind and had taken this fantasy from deep in her thoughts. But she had to wonder: what else had he taken?
She couldn't tell who was thinking what, but they were all watching her intently, all furiously getting primed to fuck her. The head scientist had her body at that moment and while his hand was upon her forehead the pleasure was intensified to such an extent that she thought she was going to pass out. She screamed for mercy, both in her mind and vocally, but found none as the head scientist rammed away at her and ejaculated. At the point of ejaculation Leslie's eyes shot open and she was stunned by what she saw. The head scientist's face had slipped away and morphed into Jack's face, just for the briefest moment. It was unreal, shocking, and she didn't know what it meant. It had been so fleeting that she wasn't sure if the head scientist had done anything or if it was a product of her own imagination. If it was the head scientist, he didn't give her any hints as to his true intentions.
The rest of you take turns.
Leslie watched as the head scientist moved away to the back of the field. The other aliens moved around her, swarming her, collectively using her body for their own experiments in the act of lovemaking. They vied to the next ones to make love to her, and in the end, they found some sort of order. They all lined up around her, watching Leslie writhe for them. Her body was a temple and at their feet they worshiped her, by screwing her brains out. She felt them enter her and fuck her. Some of them went slow. Some went fast. Some went hard. Some went deep. All of them went until they came and her pussy was soaked. Her juice mingled with theirs, creating a dangerous, erotic cocktail. Sweat swam over her body. One of the aliens, while he waited, came up to her head and placed his erection next to her mouth. She opened widely and although she was gasping for breath she took him in between her soft lips and began sucking as hard as she could, enjoying how her body moved to different rhythms depending on which alien was inside her, as well as feeling the swollen, thick erection that was stretching her jaws to their limits. Drool seeped out and dribbled down her mouth as her hands flailed out and grasped for the aliens, wanting to touch them with her own flesh. One of them came to her and she placed her hand on its thin chest. Its skin was warm and she was filled with a wave of satisfaction. The alien close to her head withdrew its penis and moved down to her body, then started to make love to her. The other aliens were drained. So was Leslie.
This time she did not think of Jack, at least not at first. She was wholly focused on the aliens, and everything that they could do to her. Jack could not be a part of her life. Jack was a human, and she was not meant to be with a human male. She was meant for the tall whites, and she would give herself to them fully. Claiming a strength of mind that was entirely new to her she turned away all thoughts of Jack and surrendered to the aliens. Her body was meant for them. Her mind was theirs too, and she wanted to prove to them that she was devoted to them, and she didn't want to give them any sense of doubt. But as she opened her eyes the aliens changed. Their faces merged and changed and they all became Jack. She gasped and pushed herself back, shaking her head because she thought she was going crazy, and in the end, she clamped her eyes shut and thought about the aliens. When she opened them again she was relieved to see that they all had their normal faces, each of them beautiful in an eerie way.
Her body lay limp on the grass, and she was amazed by how real it felt. It really seemed as though she was in a field, away from the alien ship. In some ways she was disappointed though, because while this was her fantasy she would have loved to see what their planet was like. Her head lolled against the grass, and when she breathed in deeply she inhaled the woodland scent. She still moaned and grunted but it was involuntary by this point. The last alien gave it his all, his hips moving like a jackhammer, pounding against her sore and aching pussy. The pleasure still roamed through her mind and the blaze made her mind crack for the orgasms were still intense, and seemingly endless.
She almost didn't notice when it was over. The last alien moved away and left her laying on the grass. She expected another one to come inside her but they didn't, and for this she was grateful for she didn't think she could handle any more. She was breathless and ached all over, and her body was crying out for rest. It took all her energy to lift her head and look at the aliens, who were standing in a circle, tilting their heads this way and that. Leslie wished that she could know what they were thinking. She had been given a window into their minds and it had been glorious, but it wasn't enough. Leslie had gotten a taste of how they saw her and she wanted more, much more.
While the scientists were having their discussion, Michael and Gabriel came up to her and started to wash her body. They held a device in their hands. It was cylindrical, with a nozzle at the top and a glowing interface. The interface shifted as their fingers danced over it, and then a cool jet sprayed over her. It was refreshing, but it wasn't liquid or air, it felt different, it was almost as though the air was just vibrating on her skin and the water and sweat rolled off. She breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure, her eyes always looking to the scientists to see what they were going to do next.
Their discussion seemed to have ended and they all came up to Leslie again. Breath caught in her throat and she tensed, wondering if they were about to go for another round. The thought excited her but she was also worried because she wasn't sure her body would be able to handle it. However, they simply folded their arms in front of their chest and bowed their heads in respect. Leslie smiled, and took their gestures in the spirit that they were given. She nodded to them too, and finally was able to push her trembling body up to a sitting position. After the aliens had paid their respects to her they moved around her and walked towards one of the walls, and then went straight through.
The woodland scene changed and Leslie was amazed for there was no trace of them. But the scenery faded to the same old room. She had never left. It had all been in her mind. The head scientist was the last to leave. He stood in front of her and seemed to consider her for a few moments. She knew that this was her chance.
Please don't send me back there. Keep me here. I know this is where I belong.
If the scientist heard her he did not say or think anything in reply. He just stared at her with his huge orbs. She pleaded with him to give her another taste of their minds, for it was addictive to be linked to so many and to have their thoughts pass instantaneously into her own stream of consciousness, separate and yet wholly entwined. It had added another level to her pleasure, and she almost took a risk to reach out and clutch the head scientist's arm, although the fear of him was too palpable for that. She remembered how he had chastised one of his minions for ejaculating into her mouth when the entire point of their mission was to impregnate women. Not wanting to push the limits of her role as the mother of the hybrids she did not want to tempt his wrath, so she kept her hands to herself.
He turned, silently, and his bony feet snapped against the floor as he marched out of the room, following the others. Leslie pushed herself off the table and staggered as fast as she could towards the wall. When she reached it, she felt around for a door but there was nothing. The light didn't seem to be coming from anywhere, and when she reached into it she felt nothing, not a wall, not a do
or, and yet she could not move forward. She tried taking a few steps but when she looked behind her she had not moved. Desperately she wanted to be a part of their culture, wanted to be involved in something more than just this room. She wanted the secrets of this ship and of the aliens themselves. She wanted to be more than she was, but no matter how much she struggled she could not make it through whatever intangible barrier prevented her from leaving.
With her fists banging against the light she sank to the floor, moaning with despair for she did not want to go to Earth. There was nothing for her there, but she knew there was a future for her on this ship.
Although apparently that wasn't the case yet. She felt the strong arms hold her up and pull her back to the medical table. She was handed a glass to drink, and up until she was holding it she did not realize that she was parched with thirst. As soon as she had taken her first gulp she felt herself grow weak. In the distance, she heard a glass smash, and then everything went dark. When she awoke again she was in her room, just as before, but this time things were different. Something was different inside her, she knew that for sure. She felt more than she ever had done before, she was proud, and in her mind all of the memories lingered lingered. The way they had looked at her, she knew that nobody would ever look at her in the same way as the tall whites did.
Chapter 18
W hen Leslie thought back to the moment where she had been connected to the tall whites she felt complete, and like the feeling of loss she had experienced when her pregnancies had faded, she now felt like she was missing a vital part of herself. She knew that her place was to be up there with them, and it wasn't enough for her to merely be an instrument for their goal of populating the planet with alien/human hybrids. She wanted to belong to them properly, to share in their wisdom and be taught about the universe. It was so elegant to exchange thoughts and ideas rather than the cumbersome way people had to talk with other humans. She was actually starting to wonder why the tall whites were sullying their DNA with human stock. To Leslie, it seemed as though they were diluting their own DNA, and humanity would gain all the benefits. Perhaps that was their plan all along, but the problem was they were so enigmatic, especially that damned head scientist, that Leslie just didn't know what their overall goal was.
What she did know, however, was that she wanted to get into that spaceship, to break through those barriers and find out what more there was to the tall whites. She'd only seen a handful of them. There must have been more throughout the rest of the ship, and who knows if there were other aliens out there? She wanted to know all about the other technology they had. There were so many questions burning in her mind but there was one that had been present since the very beginning, yet she had been too afraid to face. A question, the answer to which she was eager to learn yet terrified to know. The question was 'why'. Why had she been chosen? Why, out of the billions of women on the planet had the tall whites claimed her to be the mother of their new hybrid race?
The more time she spent with them and the longer she was on their ship, the more she wanted to let go of her life on Earth and embark on a new adventure. While she was up there she had barely thought of Jack. Whatever attraction she had to him had been false, or at least she told herself that. No man could ever give her what the tall whites could, and no relationship could have been as fulfilling as the pact she had entered into with the tall whites. More than that, no sex could ever have been as intense or orgasmic as that which she had just experienced. The tall whites had ruined lovemaking for her with any other man and she was glad that she had broken things off with Jack because he would have only grown frustrated at her engorged sexual appetite, for he would never know that he could not compete with a group of aliens who made love to her one after another, over and over again until her body had almost been broken, torn apart in two by their relentless, rampaging need to fertilize as many women as possible.
Just thinking about it made her light-headed.
For the rest of the night she stayed awake, thinking about her future. All her life she had always frustrated herself with her lack of plans. Now she knew there was a reason for that. With the realization that the tall whites had been using her for their own plans and schemes she knew that she had a place in this world beyond Earth. She was meant for a greater destiny, but it meant that she would have to figure out a way to spend more time on that spaceship. Once again, she was looking to move to a new place, to start over again, but this time it was not as simple as moving to a new state and starting a new job in a different city. This time she wanted to live among the stars with the only ones who had ever made her feel like she truly mattered, that she could be more than she was. The tall white aliens.
Chapter 19
W hen the sun dawned, Leslie saw Steve leave Sharee's apartment looking happy. Leslie was glad that Sharee was happy, although whenever she saw the two of them together she felt pangs of guilt about how she had to hurt Jack. Sometimes her mind flashed back to the dreams of Christmas, a time that would never be, when she had a family with Jack, but that was a dream for someone else. Jack would be okay, she told herself, and eventually she would be nothing to him than a brief memory of a life never lived.
Now that she had a handle on things and was getting a grip on her life she wanted to make some changes as well. She called up her gynecologist and told them that she wouldn't be making as many appointments as usual, and that the issue had been resolved. She told them that it had been something to do with her mental health, and when they pressed for her to come in for some more tests just to make sure, she declined, not wanting to risk them discovering anything about the aliens. She was tired of going through examinations anyway. At least when the aliens performed medical procedures on her they had sex with her at the end, and she was left reeling from intense orgasms.
But she also wanted to cancel her sessions with Dr. Arnet. They had served their purpose at first, when Leslie had been uncertain about what was going on with her phantom pregnancies, but now that she knew who she was and what she was destined for she didn't see a need. She didn't need support from a therapist, and she was also afraid that if she spoke to Mrs. Arnet on a regular basis she would let something slip about the tall whites, and that would never do.
It was time for her regular session anyway, so Leslie thought she would go see Dr. Arnet's in person, for it was the polite thing to do. It would be difficult to tell Dr. Arnet that she didn't want to see her anymore, for she knew that Dr. Arnet would say it was in her best interest to keep seeing the therapist, as there were still unresolved issues, but it wouldn't do. Leslie needed to be free of as much human interaction as possible, although she would still work at the jewelry store to keep an eye on Margaret and her husband. The head scientist hadn't confirmed that it was him but Leslie was sure of it, and it bore further investigation on her part, although she would have to try and be subtle about it so that Margaret didn't think she was trying to seduce her husband.
She would have to try and talk to Sharee as well, and tell her something of her past. It wasn't fair to Sharee that she kept thinking Leslie was still feeling victimized by a sexual assault as Sharee would only try to help, especially when Sharee had found comfort in the arms of a new man. It was hard enough to extricate herself from Jack, Leslie didn't need to get involved with anymore men. She would have to find some way to come up with an explanation for Sharee that ensured Sharee would not try and help her in any other ways. Leslie had to try and shut her life down as much as possible in order to prepare for that day when she would be taken up for good. When she left Earth, she wanted to hurt as few people as possible, and make it so that there were only a few people who actually missed her. She didn't want a search party hunting for her, although given her transient lifestyle she was sure that people would just assume she had moved on to another chapter of her life.
It was going to be difficult to say goodbye to Dr. Arnet though. Her first sessions with her, when she had needed them, were good, and they had pointed h
er toward the right direction. It was calming to talk to another person about troubling things, but Dr. Arnet was too shrewd to be lied to for any length of time. Frankly, Leslie was astonished that she had made it through the first session without Dr. Arnet suspecting that she was lying about something. When she reached Dr. Arnet's office she was surprised to see that Dr. Arnet was in the waiting area, and greeted her with a thin smile.
“On time as usual,” she said. Leslie got the sense that something was wrong. She didn't quite know why but there was something in the way Mrs. Arnet stood rigidly, holding a file close to her chest in a defensive posture that made her feel unsettled.
“Well, I don't like to keep you waiting,” Leslie said, hoping that a little humor would ease the tension lingering in the air. It did not. Dr. Arnet pursed her lips and stared at Leslie for what seemed like an eternity. “I wanted to tell you that I think I'm going to stop seeing you. I feel like I've got a handle on my problems and I don't need to talk through them anymore.”
“Are you sure about that?” Dr. Arnet said, “I've had a number of patients say the same thing over the years. I understand you have felt better recently but it's important to keep up the progress. There may be times when you feel yourself slipping back and it's important that you keep a support network around you. I'd suggest maintaining our sessions for a few weeks at least, just to monitor your condition.”
