A Close Encounter
by Mecca
It was summer in the country. The night was thick with the chirps of cicadas. A cool breeze mercifully coasted over Jessie Thompson’s still-warm skin, evaporating the last of her sweat beads from the hot day. Those beads reflected dimly in the moonlight, making her brown skin visible in the night. It was easy to find a dark spot to watch the heavens in this podunk town. This grassy knoll was just one of many vacant areas in this backwoods called Bishop.
Next to Jessie lay Atticus Duff, her longtime friend and, more recently, the object of her desires. They both had a feeling where the friendship was going but neither had made a concrete move on one another. It was clear once they took that step, there was no going back to the way things were. Both were reluctant to tear apart what already seemed perfect.
Atticus looked at Jessie in the moonlight. He could barely see her, but what he could see aroused him. A year away at college had not only made her seem more worldly, but more beautiful as well. How he wished he could roll over and kiss the thick red lips of his good friend without risking it all. To be able to look into her expressive eyes and bare his soul. To stroke her smooth legs and make her feel good. If only he was brave enough. Maybe tomorrow night. He shouldn’t burden her with all of his feelings on this, her first night back.
Jessie looked at the sky, avoiding looking at Atticus. A year at college with city boys had only made her miss Atticus more, and if she looked into his piercing eyes now, she wouldn’t be able to stop. He would know exactly how badly she wanted to be with him, and that was potentially disastrous. Hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to prevent herself from kissing him right here in this field.
Despite their hesitancy, the two almost held hands, each one lackadaisically stroking the fingers of the other and working up the courage to do more. Until Atticus raised a strong arm towards the sky and pointed. “What’s that?” he said.
“Where?” asked Jessie.
“Right there. The bright one.”
“Oh,” said Jessie. It looked like any other bright star. “Maybe that’s Venus?”
Atticus frowned. It didn’t seem like Venus. He could’ve sworn Venus was to the south. Also, this light seemed like it was getting bigger.
It was. In a matter of seconds the light grew immensely large and lit up the night sky like daylight. Jessie yelped and Atticus’s jaw dropped as a loud “VWOMMMM” sound crashed on their ears. They held each other as the object approached closer. Clearly it was not of this world.
Jessie looked into Atticus’s eyes. “I’m scared,” she said. Atticus looked at her with determination. For now, in his arms, she felt safe.
She lost this feeling as they broke apart. She was pulled backwards and he was pulled into a glowing white beam. She could no longer see him, only a white beam that somehow no longer touched the ground. Just as the beam magically lifted off of the dark ground, Jessie felt her body lifting into the sky as well. She was being pulled into her own bright light. The light became several lights and it became clear that they were being abducted into the sky, like something out of a sci-fi novel.
“Atticus!” she yelled over the loud humming of what she assumed was a spaceship.
“Jessie!” he shouted back. They were still alive and together, for now. Even if they couldn’t see each other.
“Atticus!” she yelled again, to what end, she didn’t know. She felt helpless. She looked down at the ground so far away. She was reminded of the time she looked off the edge of a skyscraper in New York City.
“I’ll find you!” yelled Atticus. The spaceship got louder until she could hear nothing else. And then, silence.
***
Jessie woke up in a large white room, but it was hard to properly gauge the size because everything was so bright white and seamless. There were no doors, only a long window that showed an empty corridor. The lights above were too bright to look at directly. She was nude.
Jessie knew that she was an attractive girl. Boys had been hounding her since puberty, but because it was a small town, because she wanted to be thought of as a good Christian girl, and because her intimidating father had not permitted any boy to give her the slightest bit of attention, she had been relatively chaste most of her life. This past year had been full of new experiences, including regrettably losing her cherry to a drunken hookup with her RA.
So while she had a small booty for a black girl and small tits, none of the white boys seemed to mind; nor the black boys, for that matter. Her large exotic eyes, slim body, and wide smile made her popular, even at college in the big city. But she still covered herself with her hands to hide her shame. Maybe Atticus was here. She wasn’t ready to reveal all to him yet.
“Hello?” she called, looking around for her captors.
Three dark figures appeared in the window. As they approached, she could see that they were not human. Their movements were slow and deliberate, like an intelligent being, but their shape was foreign. Their heads were tall and slender. As they approached the glass, she could see their green shiny skin, as if it were sticky. She could see their tiny black eyes, with no pupils to speak of. One put a hand on the glass that had only three long fingers.
“Hello?” she repeated, one arm guarding her breasts and another hiding her vulva. Jessie was scared, but they didn’t seem angry or violent. Yet. She hoped they came in peace.
The three beings conversed with each other with a series of hums and clicks and occasionally enunciating a short burping noise.
“Hi, I just want to know where Atticus is,” she said. She imagined Atticus was in a similar position. As he had never left their hometown in his life, he was probably more scared than she was. “Can you take me to him?”
The middle alien held up his hand and touched the glass. He closed his eyes and his fingers began to glow bright green. Jessie was worried what it meant, but suddenly she heard a voice in her head.
It wasn’t a voice like a person speaking English. There were no words. Instead, it was a feeling that was being communicated. That feeling told her not to be afraid. Jessie felt her own mind calming down as the calming feeling was communicated to her non-verbally. Jessie exhaled slowly and listened.
These beings weren’t here to hurt anyone, she learned. They were here to study us. Just the two of them they had abducted tonight, and just for a moment. They were curious. The aliens wanted to know all about humans, both their minds and their bodies. Jessie felt a bit relieved that the aliens didn’t want to harm them and wouldn’t keep them long. The bit about the bodies made her nervous, but it explained her nudity.
“Where’s Atticus?” she asked again.
A small hole in the floor opened up and a silver ring floated up from the hole. The hole closed up again, leaving no trace it was ever there. It hung in the air at about 1.5 meters high, right below the height of her chin. The voice in her head said to approach it.
Jessie took a couple steps towards the ring. She probably didn’t need to keep hiding her nudity from these aliens, they would probably see everything. That was the point, right? Still, they hadn’t asked her to move her hands away, so she kept covering herself.
Upon closer inspection the ring was a perfect torus, perfectly round and without edges. It looked like a small silver donut. But what was it for?
The aliens had their own silver ring on their side of the window. The creature on the right approached his ring and touched it. It glowed blue and he chirped gleefully. It was a demonstration. She was supposed to emulate him.
Before she touched the ring, Jessie asked once more, “Is Atticus okay?” The aliens communicated no further, only gesturing at the ring. She really wanted to confirm Atticus’s well-being, but she felt that she had little choice. Perhaps the ring would lead her to Atticus.
Revealing her shaved pussy and the little triangle of curly black hair above it, Jessie apprehensively touched the ring. It glowed red. She wondered why the color was different from the alien’s ring. Did she do something wrong?
Jessie watched curiously as the ring separated into four different rings. Each of the rings floated towards her arms and legs. Jessie took a step back in fear, holding her hands up. Two rings expanded in size while becoming thinner and flew across her hands. As they encircled her wrists, they shrunk back down. She now had a silver ring bracelet around each wrist.
Before she knew what was happening, the rings flew upwards, pulling her arms straight up, then lifting her entire body off of the ground. Jessie gasped. The last two rings grew and shrank around her feet, encircling her ankles. She now had two silver bracelets and two silver anklets.
Instead of letting her back down, the anklets lifted her feet in the air so that she was flying, with her feet in front of her, as if she were lying on an invisible recliner. She hung limply in her restraints, her four extremities holding her up in the air. The rings spread her arms and legs wide, fully revealing her breasts and pussy to the aliens.
“What are you doing?!” cried Jessie. She struggled, but the rings would not budge from their position in mid-air. She could only hump the air futilely. “Let me go!” The aliens communicated that she should be calm, but it did little to calm Jessie.
Jessie was panicking. She was hoping for a benign interaction between her and the creatures, but she suddenly recalled all the movies where aliens came to slaughter, or even eat humans. Her stomach felt uneasy as the wall with the window suddenly opened and the three aliens approached her.
The three beings talked among themselves as they slid forward on what looked like snake-like bodies below their waists.
“Stop this!” Jessie cried, tears coursing over her large cheeks. As they approached closer, she begged, “...Don’t eat me!”
The three aliens let out a series of blurps and shook their bodies in a wriggling dance. In her head she was presented with a feeling of levity. They were laughing at her. Jessie had no idea how to react.
Straightening up, the middle alien said some words to the other and then reached out to Jessie. Jessie tried to wriggle away, but the rings held fast. The middle alien placed a cold finger on her pussy for just one second.
Jessie screamed bloody murder. “Rape! Get away from me you bastards!” She hadn’t felt bad about being nude in front of them before since, as far as she could tell, they were also nude. But now she felt truly naked. She now realized they could do whatever they wanted to her. They could really hurt her. Her bare ass was just hanging; her exposed pussy and asshole completely unprotected.
The aliens took advantage of this, molesting her labia, sticking a cool reptilian finger into her anus, and then hooking a dirty finger into her mouth to expose her teeth. She tried to bite the creature’s finger and it backed away just in time. Jessie was humiliated and infuriated and felt helpless hanging in mid-air. The aliens were prodding and probing her like frat boys on an inebriated cheerleader. Jessie just twisted away from their touches. “Get away,” she mumbled pitifully.
After a minute, the aliens seemed to be satisfied, and slithered back to the wall with the window. The wall closed back up and the room was seamless again. She was alone again. The aliens weren’t even observing through the window. At least they were done touching her, she thought.
A silver sphere appeared in front of her. She was too distracted by her predicament to see where it came from, but she didn’t like where it was going. It floated towards her and she had the feeling that it was starting all over again. She bit her lip.
The sphere hovered an arm’s length over her hanging body, just over her belly, and stayed there. Waiting.
“What- ulk!” she began to ask before the sphere shot a metal ring into her mouth. She could taste the cold metal. She pushed it around with her tongue so she could spit it out, but before she could do that, it expanded. Suddenly her mouth was wide open and the ring pressing out against her top and bottom teeth. It effectively formed an O-ring, as her mouth was stuck open and she was unable to talk clearly. Only her tongue was free to slide around the ring.
“Aaaah?” said Jessie, not even attempting to say words, just voicing her concern.
A weird multicolored paste poured out of the sphere onto her belly. It was flashing multiple changing colors, like a high-tech disco ball; cold and slimy to the touch. The form solidified and changed into a slug-like object, complete with two tentacles extended from the top of its head. Unlike any slug she’d seen, however, it was huge; nearly 50 cm long. It crawled towards her face. “Aaah!” panicked Jessie. She began twisting and writhing in her bonds. The slug held tight, like a rodeo cowboy.
Unable to shake the slug and with her mouth held open by a silver ring, Jessie closed her eyes tight and waited for the inevitable. The slug sped up and seemed to jump into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and going down it. Jessie opened her eyes wide, a sudden wave of nausea hitting her. She retched the slug back onto her chest. She felt gross, having vomited on herself, but was thankful to get rid of the creature. Despite being drenched in her acidic stomach fluid, the slug was undeterred, and immediately jumped back into her mouth, catching Jessie by surprise. She tried to throw it up again, and failed, feeling the slug crawl down to the pit of her stomach.
At this point she felt it was hopeless and prayed the slug would die while inside her. She could feel it worming its way through her insides, which was quite uncomfortable and felt just gross. She dry heaved again to see if she could bring it up. Nothing happened. However, her stomach began to really hurt. She moaned into her ring-gag.
Maybe this was how she died. Hanging in the air as an alien pet ripped through her stomach like a scary movie. With such advanced technology, she supposed the aliens could save her life afterwards, if they wanted to. But it really hurt. It was like that time when she had eaten a tub of ice cream, not realizing she had become lactose intolerant. Even her stomach growled audibly. Jessie started to sweat.
Uh oh, she thought.
She remembered what had happened after eating the ice cream. She tried to squirm in the air, but the more she moved, the more her stomach hurt. She could see a bump in her stomach as the slug slid quickly through her body. No no no no, she thought. The slug stopped moving and she knew exactly what the problem was. How she wished she had went to the bathroom before meeting up with Atticus.
She felt the need to go urgently now. She squeezed her ass tight. However, she was no match for the strength of an alien slug. Her asshole ached with pressure. But then quickly felt relief as it blossomed open and the slug peeked out of her, pushing a few turds out first. She could feel it hanging halfway out of her ass, but couldn’t see it. When she turned her head to the side, she could see the mess she made on the pristine white floor.
There was laughter again. Jessie looked up to see one of the aliens looking through the window, its body shaking with laughter.
“Huuck Hou!” she cursed at the amused alien. The silver sphere, which had been hovering over Jessie’s body the whole time moved between her legs and slurped up the slug from her asshole. The slug was inside the silver ball again.
Jessie was utterly humiliated and exhausted from her abuse. But it wasn’t over. The sphere grew a nose-like extension in the front. The nose grew like a lying Pinocchio from its spherical face. Suddenly, the round nose split in two, horizontally, and the sphere had two large prongs facing Jessie. The prongs were perfectly round at the tips, making them look rather phallic. The silver sphere was still between Jessie’s legs.
“Rrraaaaugh!” screamed Jessie, realizing the intent. Jessie shook and twisted once more, to no avail. The sphere moved forward and Jessie felt pressure on the mouths of her pussy and asshole. As Jessie screamed and cried, the sphere penetrated her holes, filling her up. She had been formally probed.
There was a beat where nothing happened. Jessie hoped this was the end, but deep down she knew what was coming.
Sure enough, the double dildos began vibrating, hard. Then thrusting in and out of her pussy and asshole, alternately. When the huge silver dildo on top pressed all the way against her cervix, the lower dildo withdrew almost completely from her asshole. And when the lower dildo pressed deeper into her ass than she thought possible, the top dildo retracted from her pussy. But the movement was so fast, it just felt like she was constantly full of mechanical cock.
Jessie had masturbated with a vibrator before, but only on her clit. Nothing had been in her cunt except for her hands, and one man’s cock. Well, and the finger of an alien. Nothing had ever been deep in her ass before; even the slug had only exited. The alien finger had only poked inwards a few centimeters, not even as deep as childhood suppositories. But this dildo had gone all the way in. Her anal virginity was now lost to this device. Or was she still an anal virgin since it wasn’t a person? Jessie didn’t know.
Jessie bucked and screamed, hoping the aliens would stop this agonizing rape. While her pussy could handle the width, and the slug had been rather wide, her anal sphincter hurt from the thick bottom dildo. It was too much for her to handle. She screamed over the hum of the raping machine. The sphere simply floated up and down, side to side as she moved. It moved with her body so it was always able to achieve perfect penetration.
Why weren’t the aliens stopping this? It was clear they had probed every hole in her body and found the limits of what she could handle. She felt like they were going to rip her to pieces.
She noticed that there was a lot of fluid flying out of her body as the machine fucked her. Jessie assumed this was lubricant provided by the sphere. But she came to realize that it was her own natural pussy juices squirting on the persistent machine. She didn’t understand how her pussy could react that way. It had barely juiced up when her RA had fucked her.
She grew even more confused when she realized that these dildos were making her feel good. The vaginal dildo was reminding her of some pleasure of yore; it was… like when she used to sit on the washing machine as a kid? And the anal dildo, although it hurt, also kinda felt good? Jessie was disturbed by these new and foreign feelings.
Her pussy and ass felt so warm and good. So wet, with a little bit of pain. But a nice “ooh” pain that pulsated, at a regular rhythm that was increasing, and increasing, and… Before she knew it, she was on the bridge of the impossible… the unthinkable… She couldn’t be, could she?
“Hunh hunh,” whimpered Jessie.
Jessie came hard, cooing and bucking in the air. It was better than sex with the RA. It was better than her regular masturbation sessions. It was the best orgasm of her life and it was taken against her will. She hated it, and felt ashamed for not being able to stop it. Perhaps she had been able to stop it and she intentionally didn’t. It didn’t matter and she couldn’t think. All she could think about was riding these crescendos until they were done.
After a few moments, she was done, and the machine stopped. Jessie tried to catch her breath and fell to the floor as the rings let her go. She landed with a thud, close to her mess on the ground. She was still breathing hard as the ring in her mouth popped out and she was finally allowed to close her sore jaw. She closed her mouth a little, but kept it mostly open to breathe. And soon she was falling again.
The room fell away and she was falling in the darkness. Not free-falling, but falling quickly with the ship’s beam surrounding her. Through the beam she could see the Earth falling upwards to her. And… she noticed a second beam shooting a bright object towards the ground.
“Jessie! Jessie! Oh my god!” cried the other beam. It was Atticus’s voice.
Jessie was happy to hear his voice, but felt too tired to call back to him. Her orgasm was still dwindling and she felt drunk from it.
“Oh my god, Jessie! Were you there?” shouted Atticus. Jessie mumbled in the affirmative.
Suddenly, they were on the ground, the beams still surrounding them, but slowly fading away as the ship’s lights got dimmer and dimmer.
“Oh my god, Jessie. I’m glad you’re okay. That was… amazing!” reacted Atticus. “We talked about everything! Philosophy, human culture, technology, and the future!”
The beam was gone. She lay naked in the field, still shaking and shivering. She was cold. She could see Atticus’s dark figure a couple meters away. He was crawling towards her.
“It was such an amazing conversation, Jessie! What was yours like? ...Wait, where are your clothes? Jessie? What happened?”