Enchanted Dreams (17 page)

Emily moaned loudly as the appendage, pulsing and gyrating thickly, wriggled in between the folds of her labia, parting her lips with its broad head and coercing her to open. She was stunned momentarily by the intense pleasure she got from having the alien inside her again. The appendage worked its way in slowly, urging her to accept its gangly fullness leisurely and persuasively, throbbing so vigorously that she could feel the reverberations throughout her womb. Inch by painstakingly slow inch, it advanced farther up into her, easing the painful ache that had been building in her during the weeks of waiting and expecting.

Meanwhile, the vibrating thing that was filling her continued to inch forward and expand. It, too, released a kind of slick substance as it pressed onward, but this made its advance only slightly easier, since the sheer size of it caused every forward thrust to stretch and graze her tender inner flesh.

As the appendage approached her womb, Emilie readied herself for what was to come. Even in the throes of ecstasy, she was aware of what was happening. She understood what was expected of her and knew what they had come to do. She all at once comprehended the images around her, even with her vision blurred by the too-white light. She suddenly recognized the odd, grayish blotches that spattered the white-walled background for what they were—hybrids, the women online had called them, in various stages of development, that were kept in jars on the wall. Why Emilie had been chosen for this she didn't know, but she would do what had to be done, and with this thought she felt a sense of purpose. She could feel their need for her as acutely as she could feel her own.

One of the tentacles that had been holding her legs had begun moving steadily upward while it held her, winding and massaging its way to the very top of her thigh and then resting its tip on the inside edge. Emilie edged her body alongside it so that she could rub her clitoris vigorously against it in an attempt to relieve the exquisite agony that continued to steadily rise up within her. Her body was throbbing with sensation, and she began to rock, moving her hips back and forth with anxious little jerks, struggling to create the right friction between her and the wayward tentacle. She was too wrapped up in her immediate need to think of anything else. There was nothing else but the enormous, pulsing appendage that filled her.

But just as the ache was nearing what she felt was the most intense pleasure of her life, her euphoria was interrupted by the approach of a second appendage that she suddenly caught sight of. She cried out when she saw it, instantly recalling its purpose from the previous encounter.

This new appendage came at Emilie just as agonizingly slowly as the first one had done, and she felt equal parts desire and dread as she waited for it. But when she eventually felt it pulsing at her anal entrance, pressing and whirling against the tightly puckered hole, the anticipation from the extended wait made her long for it. It pressed into her patiently but persistently, releasing more of the tantalizing fluid as it ultimately breached the opening and snaked its way inside. Like the first appendage, it kept pulsing and vibrating as it worked its way into her body. But it was not as large as the other and, once inside, it appeared to act as yet another restraint to hold her still while the aliens completed their objective. Without words, the aliens had managed to communicate this to her, and she now knew this and many other things, such as that she had been specifically selected to be impregnated, and that the hybrid that she carried would end up with the others on the wall. She remembered everything from the previous encounter, and other things besides, but none of it mattered, except that she was now able to comprehend and anticipate the events as they were taking place.

Emilie waited for her body to adjust to the intrusive feeling of being so completely filled by the aliens' appendages. She knew that immediately after the discomfort, incredible pleasure would follow. And sure enough, her first orgasm exploded within her, and she shuddered in the realization that it would set off one right after the other, like an avalanche of pleasure that once began could not be stopped. She was prepared and even yearning for all of it now, and she looked around for the third appendage, even as she saw that it was approaching her from the side. She opened her mouth to accept it, shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her. She savored the pungent flavor of its metallic fluid this time, at last understanding that it would amplify her pleasure. And she could already feel the intensity of her orgasms increasing.

Emilie closed her eyes and tried to contain the steady waves of ecstatic pleasure that were overtaking her. It seemed as if her entire being was throbbing and pulsing in perfect time with the aliens. She must appear like something alien herself, wrapped in their tentacles, with their enormous appendages extending from every orifice. She moaned in exquisite agony at the image of her white skin amongst so much of their sallow gray. The lower half of her body felt invaded and filled and immobilized, even as every molecule screamed with tingling, agonizing pleasure. She eagerly swallowed the mysterious fluid, feeling her mouth water from the sharp taste of metal as she delighted in the sensations of being penetrated and stretched and restrained from all angles. Wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria burst forth in her like the concrete blocks of a dam giving way in a storm. And even in between orgasms, the pleasure continued to trickle through her in little gushes that made her quiver and jump.

The appendages extended out perhaps eighteen inches or so from the aliens' bodies, but how much of this she was taking inside her body Emily could not have said. She could feel the first appendage pressing and vibrating determinedly against the opening of her womb. She sucked more enthusiastically on the appendage in her mouth, preparing herself for what she knew would be coming next. Meanwhile, her orgasms kept intensifying as she choked down the taste of metal.

With slow, deliberate precision, the first appendage began to expand and contract, spreading its tip out over her womb and filling her with a thick, heavy pressure as it clamped itself onto it. She could feel the pressure in her anus increasing as well, while that appendage expanded also in an attempt to hold her even more still in preparation for what was to come. With her so fully subdued, she could no longer rock her hips back and forth to further stimulate herself but this was no longer necessary anyway, as she could not stop the orgasms now if she tried.

Emilie braced herself as she felt the appendage gently force open her cervix. She felt a giddy sense of unreality, in spite of the thick, swelling cramps that overtook her. She willed herself to open wider, and she could feel herself opening. She swallowed more of the mysterious fluid, and the cramps seemed to contribute to the pleasure she was receiving, making each delightful wave feel heavier and stronger and more penetrating.

In spite of the pleasure Emilie was receiving, she could not help feeling a flash of fleeting alarm and mild resistance with each new phase of the experience, but she knew that it would disappear just as quickly as it had come. She felt it again when she perceived that something was permeating her womb. It must have come from inside the appendage, whatever it was that was making its way into her womb. It worked at its objective diligently, opening her even wider as it went. The cramping continued in thick, rolling, waves that seemed to catch hold of her orgasm and make it swell and pulse throughout her abdomen. She moaned loudly, staring up into their vacant depths as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. And the aliens just kept silently watching her with their expressionless eyes.

Emilie now felt a cool, sticky fluid being expelled into her womb. She was beginning to enjoy being used by these creatures to propagate their species, and she was more than willing to accept all that it entailed. The only fear she felt at that moment was that, once they finished what they were doing, it would be over. The emptiness that she would feel then, she could not bear to think about. She must focus on the present. Already, her body was showing signs of exhaustion and she knew that once they were finished in her womb it would be over. She focused on the appendages that penetrated her as wave after wave of intense pleasure assailed her. They filled her so completely, expanding and stretching her so absolutely, that she could hardly focus on anything else. She had reached a state of euphoria, aroused beyond anything she could have imagined.

Emilie moaned in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure rushed through her. The wetness was now seeping out of her, soaking her inner thighs. It was almost too much to endure, being so utterly ravished by the hoary, pulsing appendages that twisted and ground inside her. She wondered vaguely as she stared up at them what they were thinking. Did all of their other abductees behave the same as she did? Did they wonder about her as well, while they silently watched her squirm and moan? Did they know the pleasure they were giving her? Did it please them, or did they find her peculiar? She suddenly wanted to speak to them but her mouth was still filled with the appendage and the taste of metal. She stared into their black, seemingly vacant eyes, and tried to communicate her thoughts to them. With her eyes she kept silently pleading with them. She wanted them to know that they could come back for her. She wanted to assure them that they could use her again and again. The fact that other women claimed to have repeated encounters gave her hope. Since she couldn't communicate through language, she wanted to show them with her body that she was willing. She was willing to populate their entire planet if only they would keep filling her in this way.

But even as she kept silently pleading with them, a slow, menacing despair began to creep over Emilie. The pleasure was beginning to subside. She knew that her body was exhausted, but her mind wanted to go on. Yet she knew that she could not glean any more pleasure from the experience than she already had. As the orgasms faded, they were replaced by a dull sense of emptiness. They had expelled the contents of her womb. It would soon be over.

Another substance was being released, and Emilie could feel herself drifting off to sleep. She halfheartedly struggled against it, but the desire was too powerful to resist. She tried one last time to communicate with them before she finally lost consciousness.

Emilie came to slowly and reluctantly. She made several attempts to open her eyes, blinking them shut again repeatedly against the sharp, bright lights. Hope filled her as she struggled to gain her vision and confirm the meaning of the bright lights. Had her attempt to communicate with them succeeded, and her wish to remain with them been granted?

She fought to contain her sudden anxiety as she waited for her eyes to work. She squinted as they slowly became adjusted to the light. Her vision returned quickly once the initial shock of light had been absorbed, and she scanned the room she was in quickly, searching for signs of them. But the disappointment was already upon her before she fully recognized her surroundings. Although she was in an unfamiliar place, it was in a familiar realm. She was no longer with them.

She realized gradually that she was in a hospital room. She tried to sit but realized that she was being restrained. Something held her arms to the bed!

Before Emilie could so much as open her mouth, there was a nurse at her side, already quieting her before she had uttered a sound.

"Where am I?" she asked. "Why am I tied to the bed?" There were so many questions that Emilie needed answered.

"Everything is going to be fine," said the nurse. "The doctor will be here in a moment."

Emilie struggled against her restraints. She wanted to touch her abdomen, to see if the little bubble had gone. "Is it out?" she asked, her voice rising.

But the nurse was intent on keeping her calm. "The doctor will be here in a moment," she kept saying to Emilie. Her evasiveness, combined with her constant efforts to quiet Emilie, only served to increase Emilie's tension. She was quickly becoming hysterical. She turned her head this way and that, looking around frantically for a clue to what was happening.

Movement just outside the doorway caught her eye, and Emilie noticed that there were several people right outside her door, talking. It was difficult for her to see who they were because of a curtain that was partially blocking her view, but she could just barely make out David talking to someone in a white jacket. The doctor?

She watched David's face anxiously, trying to decipher his words as he spoke. She was afraid to call out to him. He looked pale, and when he finally turned and met Emilie's eyes, she saw that there was an expression in his that she had never seen before. He looked at her as if she were something abominable. Emilie stared back at him in silent alarm, frozen with mortification.

"Please," she whispered, turning back to the nurse. "Please help me."

"Shhh," the nurse said soothingly, patting Emilie's hand. "It's going to be okay. The doctor will be here any second."

And just then a woman in a white coat turned the corner into the room, followed by a man who looked vaguely familiar but who Emilie could not place. Last to enter was David, who remained several steps behind the others, as if he were afraid. He refused to look directly at Emilie.

"How are you feeling, Emilie?" the woman asked, but she resumed speaking before Emilie could answer. "I'm Doctor Rozzi, and this is Doctor Meade from the clinic." She indicated the man who came in with her. "Do you remember what happened?"

Emilie looked at David. She wished he wasn't there. She struggled to remember the questions she had wanted to ask a moment ago. "I…I'm not sure what happened," she said, choosing her words carefully. "Why am I here? Why are my hands tied to the bed?"

"That is only a precautionary measure," Dr. Rozzi assured her. "We wanted to make sure that you didn't hurt yourself."

"Hurt myself?" Emilie looked at the doctor, stunned. "Why would I hurt myself?"

"Do you remember what happened this morning?" the doctor asked her again, but she removed the restraints from Emilie's hands as she spoke.