“Stop! Please!” I beg for mercy as the creature walks over to stand over me. He looks down the length of his black-clad body. “I don’t know what you want, but I don’t have it.”
“You have three hot, wet holes. That is all anyone will want from you.”
“Oh, dude, gross,” I reply, instantly icked out. It is funny how evil terrible things can become somehow weak and pathetic just by being generally disgusting.
“You are going to come with me now. You will obey my every command. You will do as you are told, or I will make you suffer even worse than you already have. I will enjoy the cruelty of it.”
“I…”
He does whatever it is that makes the pain rack my body. It feels like there could be a device I can’t see, or maybe it’s some kind of mental or spiritual thing.
“Stand up,” he says. “Be still.”
I do as he tells me, because I can clearly not escape by running.
“Where are you going to take me? To hell?”
“Human, I am going to take you to the stars.”
I am taken apart in an instant, and reformed in a big metal area. I can tell that I am inside some kind of a machine. There are nomachines in the village, but there are big metal drums, and this feels like being inside one of them.
The creature is with me, doing things to me, wrapping things around my neck and my wrists. Cuffs and collar, and then…
“What are you doing?” I squeal as I am tipped over a solid rubber bench.
My cheeks are spread, and a thick rubber plug is pushed inside my ass. A generous amount of lube is provided, but little time to adjust. I feel my ass spread wide, the tight ring of muscle snug around the tool.
“Preparing you for what is to come. Be quiet. Be submissive.”
“Leave me alone!”
“Animal, you will never be left alone again,” he laughs cruelly, grabbing me up from the bench and tossing me into a room full of other women. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light, and when they do I wish they hadn’t.
There are at least a dozen women in here. They are clad in very little, and all of them look miserable. Most of them don’t look at me. I get the feeling that they don’t want to see someone else brought into their hell.
I look at them, though. I want to see what is going to happen to me. I am scanning for injuries. I see plenty. Mostly superficial, but very unpleasant looking.
And then I see someone I know.
My heart drops into my stomach.
“Seeker?”
She looks so frightened she is barely recognizable. Her mass of curls hangs limp and greasy around her face. She has a nasty bruise on her right cheek and chin. Someone has hurt her.
I turn and throw myself at the bars.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” I scream in the direction the tentacled alien went. “I’m going to fucking kill you all!”
“Quiet in there! Or we’ll come in with the lash!”
The women let out a collective gasp of horror and move away from me with great haste. Even Seeker slides away with the others. Whatever is done to them is obviously terrible. And it will soon be done to me.
If I am afraid, I feel it as rage.
“Please, don’t,” Seeker says. “We’ve all tried fighting. There’s no use. They’re so much stronger than we are. They have machines and tools and…” she trails off.
“What is happening?”
