Was it only a dream?

On the long and boring way back from my boyfriend’s home, I decided to visit the next motorway services area for a toilet stop and a small snack, since it would be several long hours before I’d reach home. My eyes were more and more declined to stay open. I realized the stupidity and the danger, not only to myself, but others too in continuing my drive. Although there was no-one else around me for what would be several minutes, I indicated my intention to enter the slip-road to the service area. No sooner had car joined the slip road, it cut-out, and refused all my attempts to restart, even though the fuel gauge read more than half full.

I had just had the chance to glimpse at the time on my mobile phone before my fingers were dialling for the road-side rescue service. It was 1.05AM. I started to time how long it would take for my request for help to be honoured. I began to grow more and sleepier, when, I saw a bright blue and green light, of what I guessed the size would be of a mini, not unlike my own car. One moment it seemed to be the high of a light aircraft. Now it was on the slip-road directly with a couple of feet of my car’s radiator. I held my breath! My eyes stared in disbelief, when an opening appeared on the underside of the object.

Mesmerized by the vision I saw next, four bipods seemed to float gently down, and away from what I now knew to be an alien space-craft. As if carrying-out orders on a parade ground, these beings moved in paired ranks, without touching the ground. All I could hear, was soft gentle clicking sounds, I thought must be from the aliens, since nothing else was within miles of me that could have the remotest likelihood of being be responsible. Then, the lead two beings, approached my car, and my door opened as if by itself. Now, frightened beyond all my recollections of being frightened. Panic took-over and I screamed. I felt myself moving up, and out of my car, but I wasn’t being supported by anything I could feel, or see. My body was now in the grasp of these two beings.

Turning, I could see my car. Still in darkness, save for the outdoor lighting of the service area. I thought to myself that I was going to be a victim of one of those alien abductions one reads about in the Sunday Supplements. Except that mine would be TRUE! Once inside the craft, I was reminded of the T.V. programme Doctor Who, where his transport had more room in it that what the outer structure suggested. It was immense. Several other beings of like description to mine, were observing every move I, and those made. More of those clicking sounds were audible from each and everyone on board. I thought that if they were a means of communication, how did any of them comprehend anything when they all made some sounds all at the same time?

I was now lifted by two beings, and taken to a trolley-type bed one can see in any hospital’s A & E Department, restraining devises and all. To my astonishment, I was stripped of all my clothing, made to lie on my back when, my neck, arms, wrists, torso, thighs, legs, shins and ankles were clasped into the restraints. A very large camera like object was moving down from a few feet above my trembling form. Looking around for more potential nerve-racking things to come my way, I was spell-bound by an image on a very large screen. It was of an image of my virginia. They were looking at the inside my pussy! The clicking sounds became louder, if not excited. I made all possible human attempts to stop myself from forming images of my own, where I would undoubtedly become a rape victim at the hands of my captures.

The camera panned up my body. My intestines were now on display to the entire assemblage on board the craft. Then my tits were projected onto the screen. My head, more my brain must have been the subject of discussion according their clicking. I wished more than anything I could understand their clicking sounds. Then, in a blinding flash from nowhere, I was able to understand each and every click they made. I had become one of them. I KNEW their mode of communication, no less than I knew the English language. I knew, also that they found MY body fascinating. They knew how the human species became pregnant, how we masturbated, and our different sexual orientations. In a phrase, they knew everything about us, with knowledge gained from ME!

My captures really were the constituent elements of nightmare. What else could their brain lead them to do? That is, to me? Am I going to be raped by one of them, by an elected number? Or being raped by ALL of them? Then, they told me not to worry. Yes, I’m going to be raped, yes by all of them. One after the other. Then by two at once. Then by three at once. And would I please pull the cocks of two of them to a climax while I was being thus dealt with? Petrified, I realized they could READ! They had analysed, and related to thoughts in the exact order I had composed them in my mind. I had to stop THINKING! Of anything. But how?

Then, one of them told me that he? I supposed it was a member of their male species, was going to play with me. I soon lost all doubt as to which sex it was when HE displayed the most wonderful manifestation of a cock I’d EVER had the good fortune to clap my eyes on. LONG! It was about eight inches. THICK! It must have had about a seven inch girth at the widest part. And it was as straight as a beam of light, no wriggling about to accommodate that in my pussy. But what if it came inside me, assuming it procreated like us. With just a tinge of disappointment, I found I was being turned-over on my hospital type trolley. And the clicking told me that they were looking up my arse. And were very pleased to observe that it could be fucked.

I was told to prepare my mind in such a way that I would be able to accept the advances of the beings who were to be the first to play with me. They would give me three hundred terrestrial time units to do this in. Not quite remembering my physics schooling, I wasn’t sure exactly what they meant. But u WAS ready for them to start. Who wouldn’t be with at least four perfect cocks finding it difficult to restrain themselves? No sooner had these thoughts crossed my brain, I was approached by four of the aliens, two on each side of me. I told them that even if they meant to give me three hundred seconds, no-way was that time duration up. Then I remembered - they’ve read my mind. I MUST stop thinking!

The two at the head of my body began to gently feel, caress and pull at my tits and nipples. Their clicking told me that they were extremely impressed by what I’d got in that department. Then without more ado, both began to suck on my tits and engorged nipples. I felt wonderful. Even my boyfriend never gave me this level of pleasure from just titty play. Looking down at the sides of my bed, I saw their cocks coming-up to the smartest attention I’ve ever seen the male member achieve. Mmmm, I thought, lovely. Can’t wait to be asked to wank those. Again I was invited to carry-out my thoughts Just HOW am I going to stop thinking? Well, I didn’t need a second invite!

I caught hold of one the both of their marvellous phallic apparatus. God, they are very warm, I thought. They must have a much higher blood temperature than us! Now that is going to be quite an experience when one of them gets around to fucking me. They told me that their blood temperature was what we knew as 105 degrees Centigrade. And that I wouldn’t be kept waiting to discover how I would feel with two such a warm cocks up me for much longer. Oh, I thought, am I going to have a double penetration session? Yet again, one of them immediately replied to me in the affirmative. Well, I can’t stop myself from thinking. I may as well carry-on letting them answer my thoughts. After all, it’s quite useful in a creepy sort of way.

I wanked both their cocks until I was asked to open my legs and make my pussy available to one of them, whilst another navigated his cock to my arsehole. I thought what about some lube on my arse? Then, as if by a sort of magic, I had all the lube I ever wanted, and in exactly the right place! Aye, these guys are bloody miraculous, I thought. They get things they need out of bloody thin air. Now why can’t we do that for Christ’s Sake? My answer came in the form of a question. Who is Christ? I thought I’m not prepared to go down that road. But even after a lot of frustrated clicking, I held my ground. I was then helping to ease two cocks into my body. And yet a third was now seeking my throat. Still yet, two more wanted me to wank them. What can a girl do, but oblige?

Christ, but the cock in my throat was big. I thought have I taken it all down yet? Knowing I’d be answered. Yes, just about, Earthling. One clicked his reply. Do you feel alright? Was his follow-up. Trying to convey a yes to him, wasn’t easy. But then I remembered their mind-reading ability. I hadn’t had a DP since my college days. Too many years ago now, reminiscing on such long passed incidents doesn’t do one’s ego any good. It felt like the best DP I’d ever had. Their timing was immaculate! And I can still open my throat for a good sized cock without gagging too. Then I felt the tell-tale signs of a cock giving-up the contents of a pair of balls. Oh I wished it was a G & T. Whoops, I’ll get drunk at this rate!

It wasn’t long after having my favourite tipple, that the cock up my arse was lubricating my back passage. Since I didn’t feel anything escape, I thought I would be safe and hold it in. Moments later I got the dire urge to empty my bowels. Amazed by what I saw then, a suitable receptacle for my motions. Christ! I thought they want to see me have a shit! What ever next? I had no option but to let them watch me because my urgency was so great. I swear that what I heard then was their version of a thrilled applause. I thought, would you like to watch me piss as well when my time comes? Heavens above, their joy of realizing I was game, was overwhelming.

Gradually their actions became more and more serious. Two of them helped me back onto the trolley-bed. Whilst one took a length of lovely soft cord and began putting my tits into bondage. They separated them to an extent that by boyfriend would’ve said that they were in different Post Codes. Even this was done with such tenderness I thought What the Hell, and let them get their kicks. I felt for, and again found, a beautiful cock to amuse myself with. Don’t they ever stay soft for long? Not when there’s such a cooperative female such as you around. I heard one of them come back with. I thought what a kind complement. Here’s me having the best sex in my life thus far, and these guys are thanking me.

My beetroot-red tits felt the firmest they’d done for years. Touching them sent a feeling of pain and ecstasy through my entire torso. They were both now sucking on the nipple nearest to them. Whoa! What a feeling that gave me. I’ve often wondered what its like to be a nursing mum. Now I’ve got a little bit of an idea. One of them left my tit in favour of moving his loving caresses to my moist pussy. Thinking why he hasn’t been able to find my clitty, I realized he may not be aware of it’s existence. Though in a moment, he had sorted it out and was sending me into my Seventh Heaven. Grabbing an even tighter hold on the alien’s cock in my hand, and pulling on it with renewed vigour, it squirted a little more fluid from what would be the equivalent of his balls.

It was my turn to cum. I can’t last more than a couple of minutes when someone knows how to look after my clitty. This guy really did. Their clicking sounds were ear-splitting. I become conscious of the fact that it was my first cum, the first they had witnessed. One asked me if it was indeed how I climaxed. Just thinking in the affirmative, resulted in an even crescendo of clicking sounds. Then I had them what I can only describe as them lining-up to make me cum. One was finger-fucking my pussy. Whilst another was looking for, and finding my still engorged clitty. I was suckling two more, all at once. I thought guys, if this is gang rape, rape me, rape me, oh God, rape me!”

The next thing I knew was that one of them was lubing my pussy hole, and as ever, gently inserting a hand. It was seeking-out the very depths of my innerness. Being extra warm, I didn’t care really. I thought if I relax, let’s see how far he can go. Then I felt another warm hand on my arsehole. Oh no, not up there! But I wasn’t to worry, I felt just a finger go up. It too searching. He obviously wouldn’t find much not long since moving my bowels, to their amusement I recalled.

Their leader? asked me if one of them could give me an enema. Since I’ve never had the experience, and not likely to, I agreed on condition, it didn’t hurt me, or become too messy. These boys were really going to town I thought. And not long ago I was thinking what the hell could they want to do next. Now, I’m getting to know in the most certain of terms. The organizer of my enema was very efficient, and soon had the rest of them spellbound when I was eventually asked to release the fluid from my arse.

What I was asked next, I refused, on the grounds that by definition, what it was couldn’t be done gently as all their experiments had been thus far. And that whipping me was OUT! I thought I’ve no qualms whipping any of you guys though. This instilled the most excitement in them they’ve shown. They are really kinky, but very considerate with it. I couldn’t wait to see if I was going to be able to DO something to them. I didn’t have the chance to wonder long….

I was offered, and swiftly accepted their invitation to enter into a bondage situation with one of them being in bonds I applied. This, I thought, is where I’m going to show them what a encouraged, one track minded sex bitch really is. I asked for lots of things. Uthera probes, lengths of cord, hot wax, long sharp needles, burning candles, small clasps with very strong holding springs. And oh yes, a penis pump! These were materialized as easily as all the other things that seemed to just appear. Had they watched Star Treak? I wondered, as well as Dr Who.

I was going to have a ball! (Pun intended). Or it’s equivalent. I began by tying my captive’s balls in the same fashion as my tits were tied a moment ago. Achieving a good three or four inch gap between them. I flicked an index finger, hard, onto first one then the other ball. I saw a drop of fluid make it’s way over his cock-knob, and down his iron bar, unbending rigid cock. His facial expression was a blending of a smile, and the signifying of an agonizing desire for more of the same.

I took hold of one of the utheral probes. Spitting on the eye of his cock, I introduced my probe. It’s narrowness causing the recipient a little uneasiness. That is, until I found, and slowly siphoned-off the contents of his bladder. After all, they had watched me piss, and revelled in the demonstration. The alien’s cock was now sporting a soft but strong means of restraint afforded by a good length of cord. Leaving his cock-knob in a like manner as to my nipples and aurora were. Not easing-up on my probing until I was sure I’d got every drop of liquid out of him I could via his cock. Knowing he must be experiencing a similar pain and ecstasy moment or two as I did.

Teasing his balls, I saw more of his thick fluid emerge from his tightened cock-eye. Bathing his knob in a much appreciated lubricant, whilst I tugged his cock. With my free hand, I invaded his arsehole. Two fingering it and making the discovery I could feel, AND play my fingers along a short length of his cock, I pleasured myself in doing just that. Giving him the best blow-job I could, I made him cum, although he must have been preying to his God not to. His cum was totally different to my boyfriends, in that it tasted quite nice. Warm and quite thick, akin to my boyfriends.’

I began to recollect all the events that I had been part of since my car cut-out on the way to the service area. I quickly arrived at the conclusion that even the size of their cocks was the result of their ability to read my mind. All their cocks were the same size and cut. Exactly my preferences to the finest detail. Beautiful, was one word that drifted into my mind. Then, I wondered, if they were reading my mind, how was it they weren’t reading each others mind? After all, that exercise would be as easy as falling off the proverbial log for them.

My answer came from the one who I had become to suspect as their leader. He told me that many terrestrial time units we call, thousands of years, ago, they did indeed read each others minds. But this became somewhat monotonous and tedious. So it was decided to evolve in a way that would eliminate the ability once and for all. One of the decisive reasons to allow this, was in view that their offspring’s otherwise ability to communicate was non existent. Only having to be taught how to read the mind of others. I conveyed my appreciation for his openness, and my superb treatment I had received from who was for all intents and purposes my rapists.

Owning-up to the fact that this was a contradiction in terms. I had been a very willing rape victim, enjoying every moment, once I had convinced myself I wasn’t being hurt, I wasn’t being hurt in any way! Apart from the pain AND ecstasy I have a weakness for where my tits are concerned. Longing to know what’s next, I was asked what else would I be prepared to show them about the female Earthlings sex, and preferences. I asked in turn if they practised same-sex situations. Yes, they did. Their opposite counterparts finding it quite erotic. Giggling, I had to admit I found parallels in that statement.

With nothing more to do, and as much to say, I was transported back to my car. Wishing all the time they would permanently abduct me, and return to their home with me. I really had experienced a high level of sexual delights, some strangely amusing, like them becoming exited by watching me have a shit, and then watching me coming and the rest. These guys could rape me whenever they wished. Sitting in the driver’s seat in my car, I wiped-away an unbelievable tear from my eyes. Watching a break-down patrol man approaching, I looked at my watch, 1.30AM. Those guys had interfered with our time, since I knew I’d spent simply hours with them. What a crowd! What a wondrous crowd. And no-one is going to believe me.