Tanya tried to move, but she was held so tight by her wrists and ankles any movement was impossible. Just when she thought she could take no more sensual ecstasy, the cylinder began to withdraw itself from her cunt.
“Thank you God! Thank you!” she prayed to herself, happy to not be flooded with such intense visceral pleasure. Her ordeal was over, or so she thought.
Once the cylinder had completely retracted and hid itself, the rod that carried it reversed back into the floor. The panel closed shut behind it.
Pussy juices and lubricant trickled down her thighs. The residual pleasure she had felt moments before began to subside, and her arousal ebbed.
She drew hard breaths to fill her lungs. After a few minutes she was breathing normally. The pleasure had reduced itself to a dull comfort.
Suddenly Tanya heard machinery powering up again. Her heart began to race.
“Oh God, what now?!” she thought to herself.
The wheel she was shackled to quickly rotated 90 degrees clockwise.
Tanya expected to feel gravity pull her towards the floor, but this was not the case. She felt her weight was now on the wall where her feet pointed. She was flabbergasted, not understanding how this could be.
She was tense, her body rigid with anticipation. She need not wait long.
A panel in the wall opened and another arm with the same black cylinder appeared. But this one was different. Attached to an articulator set behind and above the cylinder was a smaller, telescoping arm. It was tipped with a black ball the size of a grape.
Just as before, the huge lubricated cylinder inserted itself into Tanya's pussy until it completely filled her, then began to move in and out of her cunt canal slowly. The machine cock fell into a rhythm of pulling out 8” then pushing itself back in. It was fucking her.
Several minutes passed and Tanya was growing flush with thrill. Her panting grew from a muted moan to a loud groan filling the room.
The machine increased its speed, the cylinder now moving rapidly in and out of Tanya's cunt.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, forced to take every inch of her machine lover.
In her mind, she scolded herself. “Don't enjoy this.....don't enjoy this.”
She couldn't help herself and soon she was desperately bucking her hips, trying to impale herself further onto the cylinder, as if it was a man's cock.
She came hard. Her pussy muscles clinched firmly around the cylinder as a cacophony of bliss blanketed every inch of her body. Her honeydew juices burst from her and drenched the dildo. The warm love juices dripped down her thighs.
As if knowing its subject had climaxed, the fucking motion of the cylinder slowed, little by little, until it settled into a slow rhythm.
Tanya was still riding the machine's motions with her hips, moving in ways only a belly dancer knows. She was desperate to get off again.
“Fuck me,” Tanya whispered to the machine, in-between moans. The smaller arm with the ball moved toward her.
The enormous cylinder continued fucking her as the ball made contact with her clitoris and pressed firmly against her sensitive womanhood.
She came again, even harder. Tanya's moans had turned hoarse and her abdomen muscles flexed tightly. She was in disbelief by how much pleasure the machine was giving her. Never, ever had she felt the way she did now; it felt out of this world.
The ball against her clit began to vibrate, never losing contact with Tanya's clit.
She let out a series of “Oh!....Oh!.....Oh!” as the ball vibrated faster and faster.
She was out of her mind with enjoyment. With every climax the machine gave her, the more sensitive her pussy grew, and paradoxically, the more horny she became. Tanya was so excited, every other sense faded away, until she was left existing in a cosmos of carnal contentment.
Time seemed to slow to an imperceptible crawl. What lasted about 30 minutes felt like hours to Tanya. Before she knew what was happening all the muscles of her cunt, pussy lips and canal contracted simultaneously, then released, squirting out a stream of her cum, her honeydew. The juices drizzled down the black cylinder, coating the steel rod itself.
The machine didn't slow a beat and in less than a minute she had squirted again–even more pussy juice than before. Her climaxes were growing closer and closer together in repetition.
Her inner thighs were covered with her ejaculant, causing a stream to make its way down to her feet, dripping from her toes.
Several minutes and several climaxes later, Tanya was beginning to boil over. She had become powerless to everything but her most primal animal instincts. She was seeing a kaleidescope of stars and sensations.
Suddenly the room around her began to spin and darkness overtook her. She fell into unconsciousness.
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Becka had arrived at the second abduction location. A parking lot.
She stepped out of her car and began walking the lot. She walked to the back door where the second girl, Jill Sayers, had been abducted after leaving work.
Becka knew what spot Jill's car was parked in at the time and walked toward it.
When she reached the parking space, her cell phone that she held in her hand begin screaming. High pitched screeches and whines. Becka looked at the touch screen. Colors pulsated wildly from pixel to pixel.
“What the fuck?” she asked herself.
She moved away from the spot, slowly backing up. After stepping back less than a meter, the noise from the phone grew silent. It didn't fade out, it stopped dead. She moved forward and the screams began anew.
“Fuck me,” said under her breath in bewilderment.
Becka got back into her car, eager to get to the third abduction point.
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Tanya regained consciousness. She was spent. Her strength gone, her senses dull.
The wheel rotated again, another 90 degrees clockwise. She was upside down, but felt as if she was standing upright.
A panel, from what to her would be floor, opened. Again, another articulated arm telescoped toward her. There was no huge black cylinder or tiny ball. Extruding from the arm was a thin, clear tube.
It made its way to position itself in her mouth. She clenched her teeth tightly, determined not to open her mouth out of defiance. A clear liquid streamed from the hollow tube and onto her lips. It was water. She knew it.
Tanya allowed herself to open her mouth a tiny bit. She tasted the fluid. It was water. She placed her lips over the end of the tube and drank deeply, stopping only to catch her breath. It felt as if she had consumed ten liters of this precious liquid. Her stomach was bloated, but her thirst had been satiated. She waited for what would come next.
The tube retracted to her knees then widened its circumference. The tip rounded itself but the hole remained the same. It positioned itself in a direct line to enter Tanya's cunt. It did so unceremoniously. She felt the slender tube enter her several inches then stop.
Tanya felt the sensation of her vagina filling with a warm liquid. The pressure of the liquid filling her up made her uncomfortable, causing her some slight pain. After a short time she heard a whir from a pump and the liquid was removed, using suction. She stiffened her body to the sensations it caused. The tube then retracted from inside her and disappeared into the floor. The panel closed immediately after.
She knew what had just happened. She had been “cleansed”. Perhaps cleaned and prepared for something–but what?
Without a moment's hesitation, the wheel rotated another 90 degrees clockwise.
Again, a panel opened and, again, an articulating arm with the now familiar black cylinder emerged. The cylinder was slightly narrower than the last. It spread open into four separate sections. Each section has a rounded, curved tip. Suspended in the interior of the now opened cylinder was a thin, black probe.
Tanya saw a small light being emitted from the tip.
It entered her vagina and forced itself into her until there was no where else for it to travel. She
felt something pass from her vagina to her ovaries. A moment later its segmented cylinder withdrew rapidly. When she looked down, she saw the cylinder had closed over the probe. It fell back into its position under the floor and the panel snapped shut.
Tanya began sobbing uncontrollably as a deep feeling of humiliation had taken its place.
With a click, the wheel made its final rotation. She was back in the position that this ordeal had started from. A portion of the floor rose up to meet her feet and her bonds released. She fell onto the raised platform, which then lowered itself back into the floor. She was free.
She hadn't the chance to move before the door behind her opened.
A machine with a tall, concave metal plate, propelled forward by eight “feet” attached to the assembly that held the concave plate. There were eight casters, each connected to a telescoping metal rod, joined to the assembly by ball joints. Its movements were fluid and omni-directional.
It moved itself quickly toward Tanya.
She stood and tried to run, but before she was able to take a single step, dozens of strands of this material resembling tentacles lashed out and entwined itself around her body.
She couldn't believe how fast this had occurred or how malleable the strands were.
They lifted her off her feet. She could hear the casters quickly rolling across the floor. The strands pulled until her back was pressed against the surface of the plate. The strands held her tightly to the machine as it rolled out of the room and down a curved corridor, casters in perpetual motion, providing stable locomotion.
Its speed was dashing as it rolled and banked its way forward.
After a time, it stopped in front of a hemispherical room. The room was 3 meters in diameter at its widest point with a flat floor.
The machine's stands pushed Tanya away from the concave metal and into the room. The automaton released her and withdrew from the room at almost the same time.
A grate fell from the ceiling, locking her in th cell-like room. The vertical and horizontal bars of the grate were spaced a foot apart, leaving a series of one-foot-by-one-foot openings. It was constructed of the same tentacle-like material, but this time it was as hard as steel.
Thousands of small holes lined the walls of her cell. She had no idea what they were used for and was not in any hurry to find out.
Tanya's battered mind began to focus see herself as she was. A stranger in an alien place.
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Becka made the 30 minute drive to the school in 20 minutes. One of the missing girls was a student who had simply vanished in an empty hallway between classes.
Becka exited her car and made her way to the front doors of the school. She had no idea she was being watched.....From 640 kilometers in space.
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The core of the satellite orbiting Earth was the ships heart, brain and nervous system. This machine, created by other machines, controlled everything aboard the ship–from life support to propulsion.
It was a sphere in the center of the ship, 5 meters in diameter, resembling a ball of motor oil. Slick and reflective. Millions of tiny lights blinked rapidly, in more configurations than could be counted.
It had detected Becka when she stepped into the parking space at the first abduction scene. Since that time, it had been watching her continuously.
On the home world of the alien ship, the ship's core was created by a machine. An ancient machine whose operation was long lost on the current inhabitants. They simply asked this machine for a ship core and, several days later, one appeared. A huge door on the machine would open to reveal its creation. It was then taken to be used wherever needed. In cities. On space ships. On stations in orbit. Anywhere.
The core took simple commands and queries like “make me this.” or “what is that?” and did what it was told. There was no need for the user to provide intricate detail of how, they simply entered tasks into the core and they were completed. The core also used its own “initiative” to ensure the safety of both the area and the inhabitants it served. It was flawless in its performance.
The imaging system aboard the space ship was a marvel by human standards. It made the Hubble look like a child's toy. It could, literally, count every hair on Becka's head.
The system was able to generate a 3D image of its subject and rotate it on all three axises.
Unknown to Becka the system had gone from observation mode to acquisition mode.
Becka was about to meet all the missing girls.
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Becka walked the hallway where Jill Traynor had disappeared, cell phone in hand. She reached a spot in the hallway and the cell phone exploded with sound and light, just as it had in the parking lot. She looked at the phone as it went mad.
“Come on,” she thought. “This is no fucking coincidence.”
The core sent a beam of radiation through the imaging system and surrounded Becka's body with it.
Its radiation was unknown to mankind. It carried no heat or harmful rays. It was a containment field. As this beam came in contact with Becka's body, it sent back information to the core.
It was set to code only organic material. Living tissue. It noted the position of every sub-atomic particle. Electrons, protons and neutrons, in three-dimensional space. There were trillions of these particles than made up the human body, yet, the core had all the positioning data it required in only a few milliseconds. Placed together in certain configurations, these particles created everything in a humans body. Their skin, organs, bone and gray matter.
The core sent a pulse of high energy waves down the beam. This disrupted all the bonds holding the organic particles together in their prearranged order. Free of Earth's gravity, they sped upwards, funneled by the beam to the receiving chamber aboard the ship.
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The receiving chamber was another sphere. This one approximately four meters in diameter. In the center was a circular metal pad, about two meters across, perhaps half a meter off the floor of the chamber. This was reciprocated in an identical pad hanging from the roof of this sphere.
A dull, modulating light could be seen emanating from pad to pad. Another containment field. As the subatomic particles, that were Becka, were received in this sphere, they were placed in exactly the same position in three-dimensional space as they had been on the surface.
Faster than Becka could blink, she found herself naked, standing on the lower pad in the sphere, hairless from her sideburns down.
The containment field had deactivated exactly at the same time Becka became Becka again. The entire procedure from acquisition to reconstitution took less than a quarter of a second. Anyone watching Becka in the school hallway would have described her as “vanishing into thin air.”
Becka stood on the dais. She was extremely cold and was shivering. She felt heat emanating from all directions.
A door opened to her left and a bridge extended from the door opening to the pad were she stood. They joined together, leaving no seam whatsoever. It was as if they were a single piece of metal.
In the doorway, she saw, something. It had a concave metal back and eight legs on casters.
She soon found herself traveling down curved corridors at breakneck speed, bound in strands of what looked to her like tentacles.
She was thrown unceremoniously into a into a semi-spherical cell. A grate of hard, tentacle-like material dropped, barring the cell's door.
The machine on eight casters whizzed away down the corridor.
Becka fell naked to her knees. Her mind had stopped working. Desperately it tried to make sense of what had just happened.
It would take Becka hours to regain her wits and to even begin to acknowledge her situation, as impossible as it was.
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In another identical cell sat Jill. She had undergone the “wheel” in what seemed like days ago. She was still recovering from her ordeal when she saw the all-to-familiar eight wheeler whiz by her cell door, another naked w
oman in its grasp.
She felt both sadness and joy. Sadness because another girl had been captured by....she didn't even know what. Her entire time aboard the ship she had only been met with machines.
Yet Jill felt joy at the thought she was no longer alone.
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None of the girls knew there were now four of them aboard the ship. The “being” that inhabited the ship did. It was now almost time. It began to prepare itself.
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Along with Becka, there was Jill, Tanya and Alice.
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After Becka had come to terms with her circumstances, she began to look for a way out. Her analysis of her surroundings gave her only two scenarios: one, she was being held in some sort of high-tech government facility, or two, she was being held in a ship or facility by an alien entity. She favored the former, but she knew either way, she was in a dire predicament.
Becka examined the bars of the grate barring her exit. It looked exactly like the outer appearance of an octopus tentacle.
As she ran her hands over them, she felt the smoothness of enamel, with its same hardness. No chance of cracking or breaking the grate. It was much too solid.
Next, she examined the cell itself. With the exception of the thousands of small holes, it appeared to be solid metal. She searched for any seams. Hidden doors, panels, air ducts. It was seamless. Continuous with no breaks.
“No luck here,” Becka thought.
She again returned her attention to the grate where she noticed something. The grate did not touch the floor. There was a small gap between them.
Becka tried to get her hand, or even a fingernail into this gap. She did, and felt the grate shudder almost imperceptibly. She pressed against the grate a second time, this time pushing harder on the underside of one of the bars of the grate.
Again, it shuddered, more violently this time and it rose from the floor slightly. She was on to something. She searched for anything in her cell that could help her pry the grate up. There was nothing. She returned to the grate.
This time Becka moved her finger nail back and forth along the underside of the bar. It shuddered and rose, this time enough for Becka to slip her other hand underneath. With both her hands now under separate bars, she pushed up hard. The grate reacted violently to this, trying to move up and away from the irritation.
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