Excerpt from: A Close Encounter of the 4^th Kind

 

(Lynda has apparently been taken into a flying saucer where three masked and helmeted alien beings, identified as Pentagon, Square and Triangle from the symbols they wear, have used electric shocks to make her beg to undergo less painful, but equally intimate, experiments...)

 

'Lyndadrake... experiments begin...' Pentagon announced.

Triangle brought out a little handheld device with coloured flashing lights around a spiked roller. He began running at over her breasts, leaving trails of pinpricks behind. It beeped while she winced and whimpered in pain. He worked his way over her stomach and then ran it up and down the lips of her sex...

Lynda jerked hard against her straps. 'Owww... no... please don't... that hurts!'

'Not electricshock...' Triangle pointed out.

'It still hurts... pain...' Lynda said. Did they understand what that meant to her?

They really were just like Fennimore. No wonder he felt such an affinity for them...

'No pain... experiment?' Pentagon asked.

'Yes... no pain experiment...' she begged.

Square brushed her pubic hair with his sucker tipped fingers: 'Samples... Lyndadrake... pussy bush... take?' he asked.

Oh God. Why would they want her pubic hair? But they were aliens so who knew what interested them. And anything was better than the electric shocks or spikes. 'Yes... you can take my bush,' she said.

Triangle did something underneath the pallet and the padded bars on which her legs rested swivelled further outwards, splaying her thighs wide and exposing her groin even further. Square brought out some silvery handheld device that buzzed like an electric razor and carefully he shaved her pubic hair off, collecting her fluffy curls in another specimen jar.

Her fleshy mound of Venus now pouted between her thighs shorn naked and doubly exposed. It felt hot and cold and disturbingly slippery. The three aliens examined it closely for a moment, prodding it and chattering between themselves. Then Pentagon asked, 'Lyndadrake pussy...vagina fluid... leaking... why?'

'B... because you're s... stimulating it.'

'Passage inside... vagina... what purpose?'

'F... for sex... coupling... for pleasure... for giving birth...' Lynda choked out, blushing in her confusion, realising she was beginning to speak in broken sentences like them.

'Experiment... test... pussy pleasure...' Pentagon declared.

From beneath the pallet they produced a buzzing silver probe rod with flashing lights on its tip and some kind of measuring scale down its side. While Pentagon and Square pulled her outer labia wide with their alien fingers, Triangle thrust the probe into her passage and twisted and churned it vigorously inside her without any concern for her comfort.

Lynda's eyes bulged as she choked and gasped in burning shame and helpless excitement. The probe made wet glucking sounds within her as Triangle pumped and twisted it back and forth. She knew what was happening to her, but she could not stop it. She had been a prisoner of shame and fear for hours. Her exposure and examination at the hands of the aliens had brought her to a state of hypersensitivity. Now it seemed that her body was taking the chance for an escape into the most primal and basic pleasure there was...

'Lyndadrake clitoris... enlarging...' Square observed.

'Lyndadrake... pussy fluid flow... increasing...' Pentacle added.

'Lyndadrake... nipples enlarging more...' Triangle observed even as he continued to work the probe inside her.

'Lyndadrake... pussy sensitive... pussy gives pleasure...' they all agreed.

Lynda was moaning and gasped in helpless arousal, lifting her hips by reflex against the straps that held her down. Feebly she moaned: 'No... no... ohhh!'

The aliens looked at her curiously.

'Lyndadrake... in... pain?' Square wondered.

'Lyndadrake in pleasure...' Pentagon declared.

Lynda jerked so hard against the straps that the frame of the pallet creaked and shook. Then it seemed as if her loins had exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever known. Her mind filled with a surge of hot raw pleasure, flushing out all other worries and fear and shame. For a few precious seconds nothing else in the world mattered. Then she fainted...