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Send to FriendA lot of time has gone by since then--over a decade. And yet I can still remember the horrible experience all too vividly. I can remember how they violated me; it was as though they raped me while I lay motionless on that platform, naked, with those alien bastards probing my ass. And then, instead of returning me safely at home, they threw me outside to freeze to death. It was one of the worst experiences of my entire life, but I had gotten over it and moved on, or at least I thought I had. It was rough at first, and pulling those damn metal implants out of various cavities throughout my body was a bonafide grade-A pain in the ass, but I somehow managed to move on eventually, and put it all behind me. And I never thought I would ever see those things again.
Last night, however, the grays returned and abducted me all over again.
When they abducted me eleven years ago, I was awake when it happened--had gotten up to go ot the bathroom, of course--and had seen the blinding light. This time around, however, I had been nestled safely in my bed, in my apartment, and fast asleep. I hadn't anticipated anything like this would happen when I lay down upon my bed last night to go to sleep. I simply crawled into bed, pulled the blankets over my naked body, and went to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was dazed and disoriented at first, the way we always are when we first wake up in the morning. But it didn't take long to realize that I wasn't in my bedroom anymore. I was laying on the platform, with those gray aliens with the big black eyes staring down upon me, and somehow I knew that they were back. They had gotten me once again.
What do you guys want with me? I tried to ask, but couldn't. I couldn't move at all; couldn't twich a finger or toe, couldn't lift my head even an inch off the platform, couldn't even move my eyes. I was completely paralyzed all over my body.
We meet again, Johny Bastard, one of the aliens said. His lips hadn't moved when he said that; instead, he said this to me telepathically. I could feel a great amount of pressure crushing my brain inside my skull as he forced his thoughts into my head.
I'll take it from here, guys, the gray said to his friends; they were all naked and appeared to be identical triplets. But then again, we humans probably all the look the same to them as well. In any case, the other two grays left the laboratory, and it was just me and this one alien, and he began sliding his hands all over my naked body, caressing me. I couldn't move a muscle; the nerves were dead. But I could still feel him touching me, and later on, I realized that I could still feel pain as well. I just couldn't fucking move.
Shit! I thought wildly. What do these alien freaks WANT with me?
We want to complete the process that was begun eleven earth years ago, replied the alien, and it was then that I realized that not only could I read his thoughts but he could read mine as well. This will be rather unpleasant, Johnny Bastard. I should warn you right now. But it is also necessary, and I'll try not to make it anymore painful than it has to be.
Yeah, that's a relief. What's this shit all about anyway?
I received no response from the alien. Instead, he turned me over, so I was no lying on my stomach, and proceeded to copping a feel on my ass. I could feel his hands pressing down hard against my buttocks, and then he started fingering me. It wasn't painful, really, but it felt a bit awkward having the alien sticking his finger into my colen and swirling it around up there.
What happened to the implants we put there? he asked, sounding a little disappointed.
I pulled them out, I replied bitterly. I decided I didn't like having pieces of metal wedged up my ass like that, and it was making it really difficult for me to take a shit, so I dug in there and pulled all the implants out. Are you okay with that, mister alien?
He let out a mental sigh, and then: Oh well. No matter. That's not important, and they appeared to have served their purpose.
Yeah, I'm sure they did. Besides, its not like you weren't able to find me anyway.
Oh no, Johnny Bastard--that's not what the implants were for. He paused, stroking the ball of his index finger over the lining of my colen. And maybe I just imagined it, but I could've sworn I heard the alien utter a soft sexual moan. We have other means of locating you, should you decide to move away. I could feel him grinning over me somehow.
So what were the implants for then?
We had our reasons; and that's really none of your concern.
They were in my body, you alien freak, so that MAKES it my concern, now answer my fucking question!
But he didn't answer my question, just continued fingering me, and it was really starting to get unpleasant. Then he pulled his finger out of my anus and said: Looks like that checks out, he said. Now to complete the next phase of the process begun eleven earth years ago.
What now?
BRING ON EL CHUPRACABRA!
I had no idea what was coming next, or what El Chupacabra might do to me. But one thing was damn sure. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I tried to get up off the operating table the alien had me on, but couldn't. I suppose I had forgotten about the paralysis temporarily since I had been able to actually feel the aliens finger wrigglng around in my ass. But when I tried to move, nothing happened. My limbs were nothing more than heavy and useless slabs of meat. All I could do was watch the doors fifty feet ahead of me slide slowly open, gazing blankly as El Chupacabra walked by. It was dark in that laboratory inside the alien craft, and I wasn't able to get a very good look at the creature. It looks something like the black and white rendition to the right. It lurched toward me, slowly encircling the operating table I lay on, and then crawled over the surface and was hovering behind me. I could feel its talons stroking my skin, and a chill ran down my spine. He hissed, and I could feel his hot breath gusting over my flesh.
I suddenly felt a piece of jagged hot steal being jammed into my rectum. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. Whatever chemicals these aliens were using to keep my paralyzed were strong--they could keep me from even twitching a muscle, yet did nothing to dull the intense pain I was in. It took a little while for me to realize what was going on, but I soon figured out what was going on--I thought the aliens might be shoving some piece of metal up my ass, but what felt like a sharp piece of jagged, hot steal was actually El Chupacabra's penis. It was a "he", after all, and he was fucking me up the ass. My eyes were tearing and sweat trickled down my temples. I wanted to scream so badly, but couldn't. I couldn't even groan in agony, no matter how bad the pain was. And El Chupacabra continued thrusting his hardened cock into my anus, harder and faster, tearing the lining of my colen again and again...or at least that's what it felt like His hands groped and held tightly against the back of my rib cage, his claws digging into my sides. For me, this bout of intergalactic butt-fucking was absolute torture, but for him, it was pure ecstasy. I could hear him moaning and growling pleasurably, until the final moment of his climax. Then, as the creature moaned passionately, I felt him squirting his hot alien semen over my back, and felt his burning orgasmic fluids flowing over my flesh and seeping into my swollen ass. By that point, I was in so much agony and felt so degraded that all I wanted was to die. Then everything went dark, and for a moment, I thought, with a small measure of relief, that I had actually gotten my wish.
My eyes fluttered open again, and I was back in my own bed. Just a dream, I thought, relieved. But then, suddenly, I could feel the claw marks over my sides, and noticed a sticky resin over my sheets and blankets and flooding from between my legs. I tore the blankets away and saw that the sticky resin had been blood. I was bleeding profusely from my asshole.
Later on, I began feeling movement coming from within my stomach. There was something inside. It was then that I discovered that not only had El Chupacabra violated my asshole, he had also somehow impregnated. I'm going to be a father...or is the more proper term a mother? I don't know. This shit's confusing even to me. All I know now is that someone I am now the incubator to some alien fetus. I don't know how long the gestation period is going to be--I don't know how much time I have. But I don't care--I don't want to give birth. I don't want to have to be responsible for a child of any kind, whether human or alien. I hate the wretched fuckers and don't want them running around causing mayhem in my fucking home. Oh well--maybe I can go to an abortion clinic and see if the doctors would be willing to give me some kind of anal abortion. Then again, if I can find a wire coat hanging, then I could do the operation myself, no problem. Then once that's done, I'm sure shitting out the dead, bleeding alien fetus won't be too difficult either. At least I hope not, anyway.
Holy shit, man, I swear, this siege of alien butt-fucking is going to be the death of me!
June 29, 2002