Alien

Chapter One - Officer Shifter Ever since I was a small hatchling, I always wanted to be a Star Patrol Officer. But my parents and everyone else on the planet thought I was crazy. “The Ophugal do not interfere in the matters of the solid ones,” my mother– and my father– and my teachers would repeatedly say to me. But I wanted to go beyond our nests and make a difference in the universe. ...

“What is this?” After I opened the small metal door revealing the content of my mailbox, I found a single letter stamped with the University logo. Behind me, students were buzzing around, living their life, meeting up with friends, and exchanging stories about their summer vacation now over. Me too, I was back, but I wasn’t as happy as they were. The reason was that I had shot myself in the foot at the end of the last semester. ...

Preparing for Battle Space… Enormous and merciless but at the same time beckoning to explore and conquer its endless mysteries and secrets… Existing eternally but renewing every moment, always craving for a sacrifice but ready to share its countless treasures in return… Since her early childhood, spent on her home planet called Earth, Eltie always dreamed of becoming an astronaut. She imagined herself rushing through space from one planet to another, from star to star, searching for new science revelations, discovering new useful mineral resources or maybe even establishing contacts with some strange extra-terrestrial life forms… Being a small girl, she loved climbing on the roof of her family house on warm summer nights when everybody had fallen asleep, and spending hours watching countless stars that shine from the darkened sky. She felt as if stars were calling for her, inviting to join their everlasting dance… She closed her eyes and started dreaming of herself flying toward them, like a weightless spark, accelerating with every moment, and this feeling aroused her every time. ...

They want to know when I first realized that I could change my world. That’s not exactly how they posed the question. They asked “When did you first realize that you were disconnected from reality?” That is a really stupid question, but not nearly as stupid as the questions they asked me in the mental ward. There everyone asked about how I handled the death of my parents and my three sisters in an auto accident when I was in the sixth grade. Now all these jokers want to know is when I “disconnected from reality.” ...

Episode 5 “She is my critter doll!” “I don’t care! Let her out!” “No! She loves it.” “That’s what concerns me the most.” “Tomorrow.” “No, now!” “Tomorrow!” “Now!” “Nyaaaa! Stop it, you two. Jaina, X is Silver’s girlfriend. Let her do whatever she wants for once.” Critter doll? Was that what I had become? As Nekko inserted her small body between the much stronger Silver and angry Jaina to separate them, I rolled back the tape inside my head and tried again to understand what had happened to me. ...

Episode 4 BUUUUUZZZZ! “Come on, X. Get on the truck! There is a Critter outbreak. We need you to film it.” “No!” “Whyyy? Why are you grumpy again?” “I’m not going anywhere until you give me a pair of pants and a T-shirt.” “Oh, enough with that!” Silver grabbed me by my harness and pulled me inside the truck. Since the Critter Squad had turned me into Silver’s sex slave and forced me to wear this very BDSM-like outfit consisting of a leather harness, kinky boots and gloves, and a snug collar, that was all I have been wearing. And now, we had a job to do OUTSIDE the barrack, and they didn’t seem remotely interested in letting me wear anything else. ...

Episode 1 I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of the Critter Squad barrack. Silver, Nekko, Jaina, and Hacksaw, my heroines, were probably inside and only a rusty garage door separated us. My shaky hands were holding my application form with my passport picture attached to it with a paperclip. My eyes moved in every direction, scanning the paper, ensuring I didn’t miss a field or identify anything that would make them reject me. They didn’t ask for much detail, so I wasn’t quite sure what their selection process was, but if I could, at the very least, provide everything they had asked in a decent manner, I wouldn’t be too disappointed with myself following a rejection. ...

Chapter 8 - The Burden of Love “NO! SKY! DON’T DO THIS!” “…” “SKY! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! DON’T DO THIS!” “…” “CAN YOU HEAR ME!? CAN YOU STILL HEAR ME?” “YES! I CAN! I HAVE TO, ALLI! I HAVE TO!” “NO, YOU DON’T! STOP THIS! IT IS INSANITY!” Even if she yelled at me, using a voice she had never used before, one that was neither female nor male, her natural voice, a distressed one, it was still a relief to hear that she was still with me. Skylar wasn’t protecting me anymore, though. I was naked and cold… I felt sick in my stomach… She had stopped taking care of me… She was serious about leaving. ...

Chapter 7 - Seeing Through Your Eyes “How are my babies doing?” “Shhh!” “Did they hatch yet?” “Sky! Shhh!” “Can you feel them inside you?” The problem with my parasite is that she was both a tease and hard to shut up. I pinched my alien-skin-covered arm to make her understand that I was serious, and that she needed her to keep quiet, but Skylar just made herself more rigid so that I wouldn’t be able to get a good grip. ...

Chapter 6 - Invasive Parasite “Alli, your mother and sister are sooo nice!” “I know. Did you enjoy that little family dinner, Sky?” “A lot! I understand why you are so amazing now.” “Hehe. Yes. I was raised okay, I suppose.” It was Friday night, and my lovely parasite and I slowly walked back from a small family dinner. I had a mother, a brother, and a sister. Since my brother worked overseas, it was just my mother and sister tonight. Skylar was very quiet during the whole evening as she didn’t want to cause any trouble around my family. Anyway, her desire to learn more about interpersonal relationships was greater than her desire to tease me. ...

Chapter 5 - Harder and Deeper “My brain is going to get damaged because of all this sex.” “No, I promise, Alli. Your brain is fine. And now that you are exclusively eating the balanced food I give you, your body will be healthier than ever before.” “Exclusively? Sky! You feeding me three times in a row today didn’t mean I want to do this forever. It’s not going to be like that all the time.” ...

Chapter 4 - So You Didn’t Think You Would Be A Hero “Mmm…” “Alli? Good morning, Alli.” “Heeey, Sky. Good morning. Hey! Where is my sexy teeth-cleaning today?” “Oh, hum… I… forgot.” “…You forgot?” I reached behind my neck to pet my squishy parasite girlfriend. That was too bad. I loved waking up hooded and gagged with no way of taking it off. At least she had wrapped herself around my entire body, encasing me in a sexy living catsuit. It was always so warm and pleasant. ...

Marcy was fumbling with her car keys when she first saw the women in silver. It had been a long day at the office, with little chance for fun. She had considered at least doing a simple Halloween costume for work, perhaps an Alice in Wonderland thing to suit her blond hair and blue eyes, but a dull morning meeting had forced her to dress professionally. However, as distracted as Marcy was by thoughts of her wretched day at work, she could hardly have failed to notice the two women making their way through the parking lot. ...

Chapter 3 - How Parasites Make Love “That was mean, Sky! You said just a little bit.” “Hahaha! I’m sorry. I got carried away.” After Skylar fed directly from my stomach and my incredible orgasms, she retracted to the back of my neck, and only then I realized what she had done. My sneaky parasite had emptied the full content of my stomach, and now I had to eat again. ...

Chapter 2 - Best Parasite Ever “Aaah! That felt good, Alli.” “Tell me about it, Sky.” “Did… did I mess up? I just wanted you to feel good while I was feeding.” “Oh, it felt good, alright. Did you eat enough?” “More than enough. There was a lot of dead skin on your chest. I will soon be as strong as I used to.” After Skylar retracted to the back of my neck, I ran my hands on my boobs, and they were SO soft, almost glowing. That had to be the best skin treatment in the entire universe; what else to expect from a hungry alien? ...

Chapter 1 - Attaching “Mmph!” Stupid suitcase. It was so full that it was hard to lift it on top of the bed. Back from a two-week trip in Brazil, I may have brought back a bit too many souvenirs. At least I had fun and got to do pretty much everything I had planned, including a lot of sex from the locals; traveling while single was awesome. I stripped naked and jumped in the shower to get rid of that layer of dry sweat that I had brought back with me. It was so good to finally be home and to enjoy MY shower that I had missed so much. It was not like the one at the hotel, and certainly not like the one in the jungle when I spent four days visiting ruins and shit. ...

Sensual Robert In the far future Earth has been at work with the Insectoids, an alien race that lives in the Gamma Ceti star system 10 light years away. The space war has cost 100 million lives and the Earth alliance is on the brink of disaster. Earth and its citizens may have to surrender to the Insectoids, ending mankind’s freedom and the beginning of our enslavement. A last minute negotiation has ended the war and a truce between Earth and the Insectoids was ratified. The last remaining details must be completed on the Insectoid home world followed by a celebration and special feast. ...

The Shoplifter I awoke alone in the black room with the red mattress, my mind filled with both memories of my past life and expectations of what is to become. My new body tingled with anticipation and as I absent-mindedly pinched and twisted one of my nipples I could feel a now familiar warmth growing in my crotch. I could have lain there all day, exploring, teasing but my self indulgence was interrupted by Madame Q walking through the door. She was resplendent in her full body red catsuit which complimented her red flowing locks and green eyes; today she wore no hood, her glorious auburn mane cascaded across her shoulders and back. Around her neck was an inch wide buckled collar with short chrome spikes adorning it. Over her curvaceous form a figure hugging latex halter neck dress clung to her breasts and thighs. She had replaced the ballet boots with some over knee red laced platform boots. The outfit was completed by the red riding crop and the stern look in her eye. ...

WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION, TOP SECRET CLEARANCE IS REQUIRED. UNAUTHORIZED POSSESSION, SHARING AND/OR TRANSMITTING OF THIS DOCUMENT CARRIES A MINIMUM SENTENCE OF 20 YEARS IN A FEDERAL PENITENTIARY, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ESPIONAGE ACT. The following are transcripts of audiotape logs from a senior researcher at the xenobiology research facility located in [Redacted]. August 7, 1974: Dr. Stephen Harrington recording. Specimen #3346 was recently brought to our facility by agents of [Redacted] after they recovered it from the wreckage of an unidentified craft that crashed in the wilderness near [Redacted], Canada. Specimen is a translucent purple mass of protoplasm weighing approximately 0.45 kilograms. Looks less like any form of life and more like grape Jello. As of this recording, #3346 shows no signs of intelligence. Damned thing does have an appetite, however; I recently watched as it engulfed and consumed two white laboratory mice we placed in its container. I think I’m going to be sick. End recording. ...

CHAPTER ONE - The Marsden Mansion David DeAngelo walked slowly into the elaborately-restored ballroom of the Marsden Mansion. Doctor Victor Marsden was very rich and more than a little eccentric– though some people would use the word kinky rather than eccentric. Rumors of his parties had swirled around the small town of Pattersonville for the sixty years he had owned Marsden Mansion, once called the Patterson Estate. The Pattersons founded a town around their mill in the late 1800’s and named it after themselves. They soon became immensely wealthy. The second generation built a huge country estate back in the 1920s. The roaring twenties were an era when rich people showed off their money. It was also an era built on inflated property and stock values. The Pattersons went bust in the crash of ‘29 and the estate fell into ruin. ...

Payment Plan It was just another one of those grey sunday afternoons where the weather can’t seem to make up its mind. I was walking downtown looking for a particular shop I had heard about in the fetish forums. Madame Q’s Emporium of Oddities, everyone was talking about it but no-one could tell me where it was. The closest I got to directions was “if you search you will find it” and that it was somewhere downtown. Oh well, I had time to kill after just losing my job and had to get out of the flat to stop from worrying about how I was going to pay my rent. ...

Chapter 1: Brave New World It’s been two months since we left Earth behind. It’s a real shame. Nuclear meltdown at the largest dumping facility on Earth prompted the powers that be to rush us all onto space ships. I’m told that our ship escaped just in time, and that now returning to the Earth that we used to call home would be a certain death sentence from worldwide radiation. ...

Continues from chapter one Chapter 2: Learning about fairies George turned out to be a great professor. Within a matter of days he had taught us all what we needed to know about the modern side of Grog and how to assimilate old skills from Earth into our new lives. He even trained us how to think from our closed brain waves so we could keep secrets; for better or for worse. Today, however, was a little different. ...

Continues from chapter two Chapter 3: Forest Rescue and The Scenscen Snake After the morning in the forest, the class; myself included; returned to study up on woodland creatures. Opimbo, as it turns out, is a high speed educational center. They’re just as interested in helping us learn the material as quickly as possible, rather than just presenting it and hoping we pick up on it. By the end of the day, we had covered pretty much everything in the forest reptile family except for one: The Scenscen Snake. I didn’t think anything of it, but then George, being thorough, filled me in on it while back at his place. ...

Story continued from Part 12 Chapter 13: Easy Answers By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden Maeve glared at Patty. “What have you done?” she said. “Can’t you see? You’ll destroy yourself with that poison.” “Fuck you. You can’t do a thing. It’s made me stronger than you. Craine… You think that it’s just another ero-drug? You never were that smart for a detective, were you?” “What is it then Patty? Why don’t you tell me?” Maeve glanced behind her. Flora was still there, embedded in the goo. ...

Story continued from Part 11 Chapter 12: Close Together and Far Apart By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden Maeve searched the crypt. Stuck amidst the webbing, there was a phone, obviously left for her to find. A trap? She ripped it free. It came alive at her touch, no lock code. There were text messages waiting. She thumbed through them. “Did you think I’d be here? No such luck, thief.” ...

Story continued from Part 13 Chapter 14: Heart Strings By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden It took him ten minutes to get to the Burger Bar. Everyone at the scene was eager to report useless information, delaying him from leaving. He ought to be on his way home, not digging himself deeper into this pit. He pushed his way into the iconic Burger Bar fast-food franchise. He hadn’t visited a place like this in years. If there was a situation, he usually sent a constable to get food for everyone, but he never went himself. Once upon a time it had been a familiar kind of place. They hadn’t changed much from the days when he’d first started out, assisting D.I. Abness. ...

Story continued from Part 14 Chapter 15: Loose Ends By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden D.C.I. Ridley followed Maeve into the toilet corridor, and she bumped open the door to the ladies’ and dragged him inside by his hi-vis vest. Aggressive. It was as if she were about to devour him. He almost expected her to kiss him passionately, then slap his face. What was this? Some kind of farce? ...

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A short story about what really goes on upstairs at Jack’s Place. Be careful going upstairs at Jack’s Place. You may not be able to handle “the real stuff.” And no one will believe you afterwards. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * ...

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Gloria has a different interpretation of The Forbidden Book What would you do if you knew that a book that everyone else thought was mindless pornography was actually a communications handbook? If you ain’t a Sci-Fi Geek, you ain’t going to like this one. Mild erotica, but very interesting Sci-Fi concept. ...

(story continues from The Thief and The Bounty Hunter) Part 2 “Who am I?” For most, this would be a simple question, perhaps an exercise in philosophical thinking. For the naked woman now staring at her reflection, it was much more than that. But it hadn’t always been so. Just over two months ago, she had known without question who she was. Back then, she’d been Victoria Swann. Secretly, she had also been the international thief known as the Phantom Fem. Only one person had ever discovered her dual identity, and it was because of him that she now asked herself this question. ...

This damn planet… Another odd world were everything is off kilter and strange. How I long for our home world, where the climate is controlled and hospitable; somewhere the inhabitants are not so hostile or un-understanding. Before I continue My Report, I would humbly beg for forgiveness… My deeds were intended in the best and kindest manner. We are forced to wear our Light Suits inside, to gain the strength to venture outside essentially naked. Whispy coverings of a local plant refined into a woven thread seems to be the normal attire. Heavy Suits are impractical due to the social visiting and surprisingly random nature of the Indigenous Population. These beings will visit WITHOUT ANY prior notice. ...

A Pilot Joins a Very Special Twelve Mile High Club. What happens at 65,000 feet can’t stay at 65,000 feet. But will– or can– test pilot Colonel Harold Hammen ever tell what actually happened when he met Gloriana. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The XF-139 was a very special type of plane, but then Colonel Harold H. Hammen was a very special type of test pilot. The plane was an SRA, a “Slingshot Response Aircraft” capable of responding anywhere in the world in just minutes when carried aloft by a special UTV, an “Ultrasonic Transport Vehicle.” The docked pair could be kept anywhere in the world and respond instantly to anywhere in the world when a situation arose. Both the two-pilot transport and the single pilot response aircraft would need mid-air refueling and perhaps mid-air towing to return to base, but the incredibly short initial response time meant that there was nowhere in the world that US air power could not appear in the sky within minutes of an incident. Or, at least that was the design theory that Colonel “HH” Hammen was trying to prove out in this test flight. ...

Tony Walker couldn’t believe his luck. With multiple convictions for assault, rape and murder, the best he could have hoped for was life in prison filing an endless series of appeals to hold off the inevitable death sentance. Then, amazingly, he’d been taken from his cell and sent here. The army, he’d been told, needed his help, and the court had agreed to commute his sentance. All he had to do was help the army for a few years, and he’d be a free man. It was unbelievable. ...

“Are you going back to Tom?” Marci Gotz didn’t answer her older sister at once. She closed her suitcase and applied her thumb to the thumb-locks, sealing it, before saying: “No, I’m not. I’m going to join the Hostage Corp, and neither you nor Tom will ever see me again.” Jane sputtered. Marci brushed past her sister, suitcase in hand. “Are you nuts?” Jane finally managed when Marci reached the front door of the small rented house. “Tom is infinitely better than one of those blue beasts!” ...

Another Saturday night, and Sandy was bored. It had been nearly a year since Paul had gone from her life, leaving her alone in their remote Vermont farmhouse. It had been what she wanted; he didn’t contest her terms for their divorce. But after a year of loneliness and boredom, with little more than the television to distract her, she was getting a little antsy. They had both worked for a big computer company near Boston, where they first met and fell in love. Luck was with them, and they cashed out right at the crest of the dot-com fiasco before it all went bust. Flush with cash, they decided to “get away from it all” and buy a place in rural Vermont, far away from the hustle and hype. They found a cozy house on an old farm that was an hour’s drive from the nearest town. Perfect! They said farewell to their friends in Boston, packed everything up and headed north. And that’s where the trouble began. Alone with only one another for company, the flaws and mismatches in their relationship began to surface. At first they set it all aside, throwing themselves into modernizing the house with vigor. But once they had finished they had nothing else to do and began a slow decline. Within a year they realized the mistake they had made and divorced by mutual consent. As far as divorces go, it was relatively civil and drama-free. Paul had taken his half of things and moved back to Boston. Sandy decided to hang onto the house and land and make a home for herself. Not wanting to go to seed, she kept her figure trim with daily walks in the woods or on the treadmill in the basement. And she filled her time with small projects in and around the house. But the months passed slowly in her mostly-empty house and no one made the trek to her remote hideaway to see her. She was starting to regret her decision and in desperate need of a change. Her choices were few. She could make the effort to visit either Boston or Montreal for a while. But that meant a long drive and spending cash. She didn’t mind the drive; she was always the type who enjoyed long, rambling excursions to new and exciting places. Money was another issue; finances were getting tight, and jobs were few in this part of the woods. So that left her with the other, all too familiar option of a weekend with her television. She had just settled down in front of the tube with a bowl of microwave popcorn when a sound like a derailing freight train came crashing out of the nearby woods. Startled from her torpor, Sandy jumped to her feet and ran to the window. The sound was echoing off through the woods, and in the distance she could see a bright bluish glow, intense at first but fading as she watched. Thinking that an airplane may have crash-landed, she grabbed her coat and a flashlight and ran out the door. Dashing across the field towards the wood’s edge, Sandy saw the silhouette of a person stumbling towards her through the trees. “Hang on, I’m coming!” she shouted as she ran, hoping the dazed person was not badly injured. Medical services were a long, long drive away. When she reached the wood, Sandy saw that the person before her was a petite woman of her size, an unmistakable fact despite her full-face helmet, considering the skintight flight suit she was wearing. Sandy got to her just as the pilot collapsed. Catching her as she fell, she supported her as best she could and began moving back towards the house. “Are you all right? Was there anyone else on the plane? Don’t worry, we’ll call for help when we get inside.” The pilot attempted a reply, but seemed to speak in gibberish. The opaque, full-coverage flight helmet didn’t help matters. “She’s out of it”, thought Sandy. “I hope she doesn’t have a concussion!” They made it back to the house in a few minutes. Sandy brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sandy couldn’t help but notice the attractive shape of her charge’s body, or the way her flight suit added to her attractiveness. But such thoughts would have to wait; the pilot was in obvious distress, holding her gloved hands on her lower torso and moaning in pain. “Hang on, let me help you”, said Sandy as she reached to remove her helmet. This seemed to add to the pilot’s distress but Sandy was having none of it. This was the most unusual helmet Sandy had ever seen; it was a blank, featureless oval of shiny black, and covered her entire head and neck, apparently made of two pieces of some hard substance that fit together seamlessly. Feeling around for a latch, she found two small buttons protruding on either side of the neck. Pressing both in at once split the helmet apart. Sandy lifted the front of the helmet and nearly jumped out of her skin at what she saw. It was a woman’s face, with an elegant shape and high cheekbones. But her skin was ashen, almost a reflective silver; her eyes large, almond shaped and entirely black; her nose unusually thin, as were her lips; and her head entirely without hair. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that the crash was a UFO, and this woman its alien pilot. “D’ghosh phangla?” the pilot said in between gasps of breath. “I-I-I-” was all Sandy could manage. Seeing the problem, the pilot raised her hand and rested her fingertips on Sandy’s forehead. There was a brief flash, and the pilot lowered her hand and spoke again. “Do you understand me now?” “…yes. Yes! Omigod, how did you do that?” “A talent. Where am I? What planet is this?” “You’re an alien! You’re from outer space! I don’t believe this!” Sandy’s excitement was tempered a bit when she saw the pain return to the pilot’s face, and she tried to compose herself. “This is Earth. Third planet from the sun. You landed in the woods near my house, which is in Vermont, which is in the United States of America. Close to Canada!” “I see. And you are…?” “Sandy! Sandy Bright. I live here. Obviously. Oh, never mind! Who are you!?” “I am called Penque. I was scouting for mineral deposits in this system when something went wrong and my ship’s systems began to fail. This appeared to be the only inhabited planet in the area, so I tried to land and effect repairs. But something happened when I entered your atmosphere; the ship experienced a system-wide failure. The landing was less than perfect.” “Wow! Was anyone else on your ship?” “No, it is a small scout vessel. I usually have a co-pilot, but this was meant to be an easy assignment.” This brought a smile to Penque’s lips, but it was quickly replaced by a spasm of pain. Sandy got worried. “Hey, you’re hurt pretty badly. I should call a doctor.” “No! You must not alert anyone to my presence! I am in this system without the proper authority. To do so could jeopardize my mission, not to mention my life!” Penque reached up as she said this, inviting another round of grimacing and spasms. “But you’re hurt! You might die!” “My injuries are not as severe as you imagine. The flight suit I am wearing has already diagnosed my condition and is affecting repairs. I should be out of danger in a few strohms.” “Your…suit?” Sandy’s eyes again drifted down to the glossy black covering Penque’s entire body. “Yes, the suit and helmet are an integrated unit. They monitor my condition at all times, and work to protect me from injury or infection. It is essential to one in my profession.” Penque looked at her quizzically. “I take it your planet has not yet developed such technology?” Sandy was a bit distracted by the sight of Penque’s suit-encased chest rising and falling. “Not that I know of.” “Mm. I see.” Penque paused, thinking. “If it is all right with you, I should rest for a while. Would you mind closing my helmet for me? It needs to be worn correctly for everything to function properly.” “Sure, okay. Do you want me to bring you anything? Some water?” “Thank you, perhaps later. For now, I need to rest. Promise me you will not tell anyone of my presence here? Please?” She reached out and took Sandy’s hand in hers; the warm, smooth feel of it sent a strange excitement through Sandy’s body. “I won’t tell a soul, I promise. If you need me, I’ll be in the other room.” “Thank you. Now, if you would…” Penque made a slight motion towards the top of her helmet. “Yeah, sure.” Sandy reached up and gently pressed down the front of the helmet, her eyes never leaving those of her guest until the smooth oval obscured them from view. With a soft click, the helmet was back in place, and Penque seemed to relax and breath a bit deeper. Sandy stood up and went to the bedroom door, turning off the light as she turned in the doorway to linger upon the glistening, sensual form stretched out on her bed, still visible as it reflected the moonlight from the window. With a bit of effort, she tore herself away and shut the door. ...

She looked out at the blasted landscape before her. Huge shadows moved in the valleys below, cloaked in twilight, and perhaps something else. Inhuman cries drifted into the air alongside faint sounds of rending and smashing. “I… I can’t believe it’s all gone,” she said to the quiet, robed form beside her. “After all the eons of waiting, the stars were right. Promises long-made have been kept,” it grunted. “Your bargain with us was well-advised; some members of the human race will survive. Now, we honor our side of the arrangement.” ...

Abducted and taken to the planet Trexfilian Polly, a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties with blue eyes and dark brown hair, lay naked on a table in what appeared to be an operating theatre. She was secured to the table by broad metal bands that covered her breasts and thighs and pressed her arms to her sides. Above her on the low ceiling was a large green bump that filled the room with a soft green light; leaving the corners of the room in shadow. On the wall opposite her was a large screen with a diagram of her skeleton and with strange, angled writing moving at the bottom of the screen. Polly writhed on the table, but the bands held her down. She was able to move her legs and flex her toes but that was all. ...

Abducted and taken to the planet Trexfilian Polly, a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties with blue eyes and dark brown hair, lay naked on a table in what appeared to be an operating theatre. She was secured to the table by broad metal bands that covered her breasts and thighs and pressed her arms to her sides. Above her on the low ceiling was a large green bump that filled the room with a soft green light; leaving the corners of the room in shadow. On the wall opposite her was a large screen with a diagram of her skeleton and with strange, angled writing moving at the bottom of the screen. Polly writhed on the table, but the bands held her down. She was able to move her legs and flex her toes but that was all. ...

I’m a miner, not a biologist, so it never occurred to me to try to figure out how the worms did what they did. We were just glad for whatever it was. And it wasn’t the worms themselves, it was Mother. I called it Mother not because, as I said, I understood the biology, it just seemed to be a safe haven for the worms. It provided protection of sorts. Orifices dotted its surface and whenever there was a threat, from outside worms say, Mother’s worms would slither inside while the warrior worms did battle. ...

I do not endorse intergalactic kidnapping. Do not attempt any of the following. All characters are fictional or possibly somebody you don’t know, so don’t worry about it. Elizabeth yawned, blinking her eyes in the soft light. She attempted to bring her hand up rub away the remaining sleep from her vision. Still not fully awake, she struggled in confusion when her hand was held in place. Her sense of proprioperception slowly returned, giving her an intrinsic knowledge that her body was lying down, feet shoulder width apart, with her hands at her sides. Struggled more then in increasing anxiety and felt the restraints on her wrists, ankles, thighs – she even felt resistance at each finger, as though metal gloves pinned them down. ...

The year is 2001 and the new century brought about enough advanced technology to move from an orbiting space stations to plans of putting a colony on Mars. Though the plans are only in the draft state, the news have reached the population of Mars. The Martians plan to strike back with a very special virus. One of the Mars colony scientists that lived next door to me recently took ill. Her name is Miss Grumman. She remained in her house for nearly 48 hours when one night I saw a weird glow came from the house windows. The next day I saw her kissing a man as he got ready to go to work. He was just over four feet tall and had green hair. What was even stranger was that I couldn’t remember Miss Grumman ever being called Mrs Grumman. ...

A solitary figure stood before a large monitor that flickered with static and provided faint illumination to the surroundings. After a minute or two, a figure appeared on the screen though only it’s glowing blue eyes could be seen in the darkness surrounding it. " Do you understand the mission, Agent D ? " the image on the screen inquired. " Yes, my Empress. I will be heading to the planet Earth where I will obtain sufficient raw materials for our planet’s needs. Upon my arrival, I will assume the shape and form of a typical resident and blend into their society to study and select candidates for acquisition." Agent D replied with its’ head bowed. The Empress’ head nodded slightly in approval. " We will send other agents to aid you in your mission upon you reporting initial success. Remember, the D’oll empire is counting on you to succeed. If you fail, well, you know the punishment…." she rasped with a faint squeak emanating from the background. The agent dropped its’ head in acknowledgment of the unspoken while keeping private thoughts best left unsaid. She snapped to attention as the screen flickered brightly before fading to black with the empire’s crest staying on the screen. Agent D then left the room determined to carry out her goals no matter what the costs. **Sometime after tomorrow……**Nina looked over a thick stack of papers and muttered several words to herself repeatedly while standing at the far end of the studio. At the other end of the building, several people were busy adjusting lighting fixtures, moving various props in and out of the stage area and other tasks in preparing the set. " All right, Nina, if you’re all set, we can shoot the final scene for today’s filming. It’s the one where you’ve just escaped from the alien breeding pens and are being hunted down by the female human guards, who are working for the aliens in return for promised wealth and prosperity. You struggle through the dense jungle undergrowth desperately trying to stay ahead of the guards in pursuit while hoping to find help or safe haven from the monsters. After running through what seems to be miles of water and trees, you drag your barely clad body into what appears to be a lagoon area with fresh water. Collapsing next to it, you lie for minutes until you are surprised by one of the guards who, without warning, turns you over and fires a paralyzing beam at you." the director intones while leafing through his script. Nina nodded as she paged through her copy of the script until she arrived at the scene that was mentioned and started reading it over. " Umm..Bernie, I have a question about this part where it’s mentioned that both me and the guard are both naked at the end of the scene. Is that really needed for the scene we’re about to film ? " she said running her left hand through her blonde locks. The director shook his head slowly " Look, Nina, we went over this just the other day. You take your rags off to take a quick dip in the lagoon before climbing out for the rest. The guard’s clothes have been ripped off by a monster it had to fight while in pursuit of you. Don’t forget what I said about expressing a whole range of emotions for this scene. When the movie awards are handed out, they look for actresses who can bring out the whole range of feelings." Bernie said to the actress while silently chuckling to himself over the ridiculous nature of his last statement. Nina nodded as though things were much clearer now " Ok, if it means better reviews for my performance, I guess I can do that scene in the nude. Where would you like me to first… make-up or costume department ? " she asked with her usual bubbly voice. The director smiled and gestured towards several people on the far end of the set as he moved in preparation to beginning to film. Several hours… and many takes later…." CUT ! CUT! Dammit… this is incredibly frustrating ! " the director shouted at the crew while slamming his script on the floor. He stormed over to where the actresses were standing nearly knocking over part of the backdrop in the process. " Nina, you have to wait for the guard to emerge from the underbrush before you start screaming and saying your lines otherwise you look like you’re talking to yourself. React to what goes on around you before you say your lines, please ? " Bernie said to the crestfallen blonde who nodded in quiet understanding. The director then turned to the other woman who was standing nearby holding a gun prop " Tiffany, you have to keep running when you’re in the ‘jungle. You can’t just stop and look around halfway through the pursuit of the escaped prisoner. One other thing…. please try and look more menacing when you emerge from the underbrush with your weapon pointed at Nina. If you have the ’enforcer rifle’ pointed at the ground, it’s not going to look believable to the people watching on the big screen ! " Bernie shouted at first one woman and then the other while the other cast members cleared away quickly. Storming away towards the chair, the director looked at his watch and sighed out loud. " All right, people, it’s late and I’m not in the mood to do take 17 of this particular scene tonight. Let’s call it a wrap for the night, people, and we’ll start filming again first thing in the morning. " Bernie called out to the cast and crew before turning to an assistant and asking where his coffee was. With the time approaching 3 am, the crew quickly started storing props and equipment away while the cast either headed home directly or changed into normal attire. Nina, clad in a purple bathrobe, walked towards her trailer mulling over the scene they were having trouble with as well as looking at lines for the following scene set to be filmed that involved an earlier part of the flick where she is abducted by the evil aliens. She was about to step up into the trailer and change into her own clothes when she heard her name being yelled out. " Nina ! Nina ! Hold on a second ! " Tiffany, clad in a blue bathrobe, yelled out from the other end of the set as she ran across it with her white high heels making loud clicking noises as she went. Nina, a little puzzled by the sense of urgency in her fellow actress’ voice, stopped and waited to hear what Tiffany had to say. " Nina, I was thinking… Bernie looked awfully upset about how that last scene wasn’t turning out the way he wanted it. I was wondering if you might want to try a little late night rehearsal with me after everybody’s headed home for the night. We can go over the whole chase part and I’ve got something in my trailer I can use for the part when I surprise you lying by the waterfall. It might just give us the edge when shooting starts in the morning and Bernie starts on his quest for the perfect scene. Are you up for it, Nina ? " Tiffany said with a dazzling smile on her face. Nina looked at Tiffany and thought about the offer for a few seconds " Well, as long as it doesn’t run too much later tonight, I’m game. Wouldn’t the studio security interfere with this little rehearsal of ours ? I don’t want some fat 50ish bald guy chewing on a donut drooling over the sight of two naked women by themselves late at night. " she said with a worried look on her face. Tiffany smirked and pulled out a large key chain that contained many keys of different sizes. " I happen to know the head security guard Trent quite well. He agreed to leave me the keys to lock up with after tonight’s late night practice. Of course, I might have led him to believe he’d be ’ rewarded’ in the near future. " she said while inserting the tip of her left index finger inside her mouth. Nina blushed deeply at the implications of Tiffany’s sentence before ducking into her trailer for a second. She stepped out carrying a small make-up bag in her right hand. " Well, Tiffany, let’s start running through fake trees on a wooden and plastic set, ok ? " Nina said which resulted in great peals of laughter from both women as they walked towards the quiet set. Later…. “…..better just lie here to rest.. those alien guardians… errr.. guards won’t bother me tonight…” Nina said stumbling over her last line of the scene’s first part. She blushed knowing that if they had been filming with the crew, Bernie would have ordered her off the set for such poor acting. Tiffany, standing off to the side, applauded enthusiastically as she walked over to her fellow actress looking over her copy of the shift as she did. " That was your best job yet on the scene, Nina. If you just relax a little and try to concentrate on your lines, you’ll be fine. " she said encouragingly. Nina shook her head slightly " I don’t know… I keep stumbling over the dialogue even when it’s just me talking to myself. Maybe we should go over the last part of the scene where you catch me unaware lying by the pool and aim your weapon at me to force my surrender. I’ll put some beach towels out for us to sit on while doing this part… my butt hurts anyway from all this running stuff anyway." she said while dashing back to her trailer for the towels she mentioned. Once she returned to the set, Nina spread out the towels on the floor before removing her bathrobe and tossing it on a nearby chair before sitting back on the towel and letting the cool air brush against her nude body. After a minute or two, she saw Tiffany walk out from behind one of the fake trees carrying what appeared to a large water gun that she saw often used down at the local beaches. " It’s not the Enforcer-XX gun prop from the shoot but I figured it’ll do for visual reference and be fun if we find the lighting too hot.." Tiffany said carrying the purple and blue water toy on her hip. Nina could see what she assumed to be water dripping a little out of the nozzle and figured that Tiffany had filled it earlier. After the two quickly went over what part to start at, Nina settled on the floor with her legs slightly propped up and arms covering her naked chest while Tiffany loomed over with her ’ weapon ’ pointed towards her. Nina cleared her throat and flicked her hair back before looking up at the ' guard ‘. " Oh, please, please let me go..! I’ll give you anything you want… I just want to be free…" Nina shouted upwards in a style that would best be described as overacting in the extreme. Tiffany looked down at the sprawled blonde before her and her face twisted in an evil look " It’s too late for pleading, foolish Earth woman. Prepare to become the property of the Planet D’oll ! " she snarled while releasing a steady stream of liquid at the prone Nina. " Those aren’t the right lines…. what’s this about the Doll Plan.. .ooohhh… " Nina thought as she started to ask Tiffany what was going on. However, her question was silenced by the horrific sight that she saw as well as started to feel. The spray from the water gun seemed to be causing some sort of allergic reaction in her as her skin seemed to be changing rapidly in color to a tan color from its’ normal warm pink hue. As well, she felt a growing sense of warmth mixed with erotic tinged pleasure growing through her body. " Tiffany… something is happening to me… I feel odd… what was in that water you sprayed me wi… ohhh.." Nina gasped before being struck by another spray which this time centered on her chest and face. A few seconds later, the erotic pleasure she was experiencing increased greatly as did the change in her skin that seemed to be taking on a glossy, almost artificial look. She could see what appeared to be seams appearing on her sides as if she was made out of sheets of vinyl and rubber but she knew that was impossible…. Tiffany got down on her knees and looked at Nina’s changing body with a knowing look in her eyes. She used her water gun to open wide the blonde’s legs exposing Nina’s pussy for all to see. Nine desperately tried to cover her exposed sex by closing her legs again or put her hands over it but found her arms and legs unresponsive to her thoughts. She could see her breasts were becoming the same material the rest of her was becoming composed of as her chest stopped moving altogether. Her tits became semi rigid mounds of plastic capped by bright pink circles with firm small nipples in the center. The pleasure Nina was feeling increased greatly when Tiffany moved her legs and she wanted to cry out in pleasure or protest but found she couldn’t do either as her ability to speak like her mobility and breathing had vanished. " One more should do the trick…" Tiffany said while firing a third spray onto Nina’s sex with a flourish. Seconds later, Nina’s pussy quivered sending the most intense orgasm Nina had ever experienced through her mostly artificial body before it opened into an ovular shape as it was now composed of the same material she was. As her mouth tightened into an O-shape and the interior dissolved into a soft supple rubbery cocoon, Nina realized what she was turning into… ...

Laura’s eyes blinked open. Her vision was blurry, but then there wasn’t much to see on the grey ceiling above her. Her instincts told her to sit up, but she quickly found that she couldn’t. After pondering for a moment, she began checking her body and its degrees of freedom. Her head and neck were free but her back seemed held to something between her shoulder blades. Her arms were free, though she noticed a pair of tightly fitted wrist cuffs, one on each wrist. Approximately 3 inches long, seamless, and appearing to be made of some polished metal, each cuff stuck to her wrist almost as if mounted to her wrist bones, though they were not connected to anything but her body. She noted, with her improving vision, a small blue LED blinking on the underside of each. Lifting and straightening her legs she found similar devices at her ankles. ...

Patricia headed home from the local college where she had just finished yet another long day of classes. Thankfully, it was a Friday which meant she could spend the weekend having fun and forget all about the stress. Tonight, she had lined up a date with Kirk, an older guy she had met at one of the clubs a few weeks ago. He said he had just moved to the area and was working for one of the larger companies of the city though he was vague as to which one he worked for or what his job was. Nevertheless, his rugged good looks and sophistication won Patricia over and she agreed to go to the movies with him with dinner afterwards. ...

“PHANTOM FEM STRIKES AGAIN!” The headline screamed up at Victoria Swann as she sat down for breakfast. Taking up a slice of dry toast, she munched as she read the story. “Police in London are investigating the theft of the recently unearthed Moonstone Ruby from the British Museum last night. The gem, discovered last month during an archeological dig at the site of an old Roman site north of London, is the largest shaped ruby yet discovered. Police spokespersons have declined to speculate as to the identity of the theft, but sources within the department report the discovery at the scene of a silk scarf marked with lipstick, the signature of the Phantom Fem. This makes the seventh museum theft by the mysterious Phantom Fem, and authorities in five countries seem to be no closer to catching this elusive thief than they were after her first theft.” ...