You Awake to Find Yourself Restrained to a Warm Metallic Table.
by GlassO
You awake to find yourself restrained to a warm metallic table.
The air you are breathing smells faintly antiseptic, like hairspray from a bygone age.
You can feel some sort of contraption clipped to your nostrils feeding you this gas. You would remove it but your arms are firmly restrained by metallic cuffs. They are curiously warm and soft.
You can feel this warm metal contouring your entire body. It occurs to you now, that you are naked.
Oddly, you are not afraid.
You feel safe. You feel calm.
You try to remember.
The highway. US-50. The loneliest road in America. Driving in the middle of nowhere at night. You remember being overcome by a feeling of sudden and powerful lethargy. You pulled over on the side. Best to close your eyes for just a moment...
It occurs to you now; you’ve been abducted. You would laugh but all you can manage is a sleepy smile. It occurs to you that perhaps there is a reason all the abduction stories are so similar. They are true.
The room is dim. You cannot make out a light source. You cannot see walls; the light falls off quickly.
You listen. Sound is sparse. A faint hiss of the gas which you assume is keeping you docile and calm...what else is it doing to you? A hum somewhere.
And then, another sound. A door opening? Light. And then a shadow. And then you see it. Or rather you see her.
It...or rather she, is clad in a skin-tight silver spandex-ish material. Or maybe that’s her skin. Hard to say. There is nothing approximating eyes or mouth. Just a smooth visage that approximates human. A large human.
You think of it as “she” because of the clear signs of female anatomy encased in silver. You approximate her height at near 7 foot tall. Were you not drugged, surely you would be terrified of this creature. Her immense breasts seem like exaggerations of human proportions. Not quite anime scale, but approaching. Wide hips...and you can make out the outline of a puffy labia under her suit.
You wonder if perhaps she is part human. You think about all the tall tales of the reproductive experiments run by aliens. Women having eggs harvested. Men having their semen harvested. Perhaps this creature is the off spring of some sort of cross-breeding experiment.
You think of it as “she” because of the clear signs of female anatomy encased in silver. You approximate her height at near 7 foot tall. Were you not drugged, surely you would be terrified of this creature. Her immense breasts seem like exaggerations of human proportions. Not quite anime scale, but approaching. Wide hips...and you can make out the outline of a puffy labia under her suit.
You wonder if perhaps she is part human. You think about all the tall tales of the reproductive experiments run by aliens. Women having eggs harvested. Men having their semen harvested. Perhaps this creature is the off spring of some sort of cross-breeding experiment.
It occurs to you then, that perhaps this is why you are here. You find yourself fascinated by her womanly proportions. How badly you want to reach up and grab those magnificent breasts as she leans over and studies you. She reaches out with a large metallic hand and caresses the side of your face. She gently rubs your cheek with her large thumb while her other two fingers snake behind your head and stroke the base of your skull. It’s quite tender...but also extremely sexual. There is something deeply erotic being so helpless...that seems to care for you. Her touch feels slightly electric. Like a tingle. You feel it at the base of the skull...and then slowly running down your spine...and extending out to your extremities...this lovely tingle...and then you feel it at the base of your penis...as if her touch was inside you...and you find yourself growing erect.
She notices. She must have. As you feel her other enormous hand sliding down the front of your body and encircling your cock. She slowly strokes it up and down, with that electric hand stimulating it further. Her hand feels slippery and the pressure she is applying is exquisite. You feel yourself growing thicker, larger, harder. You want to thrust into her hand so badly, but your body is so immobile, all you can do is lay back and receive the pleasure.
She continues to lean over you with her blank face, as if to study you, to see how you are reacting to her touch. You wonder what you look like to her. A creature in pleasure. Helpless but now a willing participant in her experiment. You do not think you will last much longer.
As if reading your thoughts, she eases off you, removing her hand from your head and your cock. You manage to whimper slightly in disappointment.
She turns away from you for a moment and you get a glance at her enormous ass. Again, an exaggeration of human proportions, so big, and so round, you wish you could slide your cock between her ass and into her, fuck her properly.
You hear this hiss of the gas increase and notice the rate of flow has increased. There is another scent mixed in. Sort of vanilla-ish. Her back is still turned to you and she has bent over slightly. Is she working on something? Getting something? Preparing something? These thoughts are fleeting as you are held fast by the erotic thoughts generated by this magnificent ass she is presenting. You feel your cock surging with need. Twitching in need. A primal need. Something deep inside you compelling you to breed. To grab those hips and thrust yourself deeply inside her. And to come inside her.
She turns back to you and has placed something over your cock. A metal cylinder that engulfs your cock with a warm slickness and a heightened level of tingling. And though it does not appear to be moving, you can feel it moving up and down on your cock. Slowly. Excruciatingly slow.
You are so focused on this sleeve on your cock that you barely register the tip of her finger at the opening of your ass. But then you feel it enter you. Despite its size, it enters easily, as you can offer no resistance and it is slick with some sort of lubricant. You feel it slowly find its way to the base of your cock inside you and the pressure she is applying there...and then...and then...
You feel the tingle resume. Lightly at first. Like a tickle that runs from her finger inside you to the tip of your cock in its metallic sleeve...and then....it grows more intense...like a pleasant blue electric shock running up and down your cock...it’s running faster now...the sleeve is moving faster now...up and down...and up and down...and then...and then....you feel yourself getting closer...you are looking at this beautiful creature milking you, like you are animal in her experiment, and you see her breasts rising and falling on her every breathe and you notice that those breaths are speeding up...she...she is aroused...she wants this she wants you to come...and oh god...
You feel the tingle resume. Lightly at first. Like a tickle that runs from her finger inside you to the tip of your cock in its metallic sleeve...and then....it grows more intense...like a pleasant blue electric shock running up and down your cock...it’s running faster now...the sleeve is moving faster now...up and down...and up and down...and then...and then....you feel yourself getting closer...you are looking at this beautiful creature milking you, like you are animal in her experiment, and you see her breasts rising and falling on her every breathe and you notice that those breaths are speeding up...she...she is aroused...she wants this she wants you to come...and oh god...
Release. Complete and utter release. Impossibly long ropes of cum coming from you on every contraction...non stop coming...again and again, you impossibly shoot more come into this sleeve, trapped in this orgasmic trance...it seems like it is going on forever. Like a come in slow motion...
Over and over again you feel yourself emitting these long streams of semen...you feel so drained, like you are completely empty by the time it is over. You are immediately overwhelmed by the urge to sleep, like you often feel afterwards.
And when it is over...finally over...she...comes up to your face again and leans over once more, as if to say, well done, or maybe even, thank you.
And when it is over...finally over...she...comes up to your face again and leans over once more, as if to say, well done, or maybe even, thank you.
You’re unable to speak, but you hope she can read your thoughts.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Anytime.
You sense the flow of gas increasing once more and you find yourself growing irresistibly sleepy. As you finally succumb and your eyes close with some reluctance, you see her peering down at you and her three-fingered hand tenderly resting on your chest.
The freeway is just as deserted as it was when you pulled over. You step out of your car and stretch. You feel both exhausted and rejuvenated.
Here in the desert at night, on this moonless night the stars are an impossibly beautiful canopy of twinkling lights.
You ponder the infinite. The galaxies, the stars, the planets, all the life must be out there. You imagine they must be as curious about you as you are of them.
You ponder the infinite. The galaxies, the stars, the planets, all the life must be out there. You imagine they must be as curious about you as you are of them.
You smile as you think about her.
You hope she will think of you from time to time as well.