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Fairer Of The Species
By Anynom
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Had this idea for a while, so here goes. Enjoy.
Cold.
That was the first thing she always noticed. The overbearing cold. It was partly because she was naked, she knew that. Her firm pointed breasts, her tight ass and long and slim legs exposed to the cold. Being naked made the hard metal she was lying on seem all the more cold and thus explained much.
But it was more than that. It was a feeling of helplessness, a feeling of foreboding at what was around her. She couldn't see much, her eyes open through it all but unable to move her body so all she could see was a single shaft of light illuminating her naked body on the table with shadows all around her.
She was spread-eagled slightly, her blond bush prominent, her long blond hair flowing around her face, to her shoulders. Unable to move, unable even to talk, she just looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
A flurry of movement caught her attention. A shape came out from the darkness, something she couldn't quite see, something menacing, something.......alien.
It came to her, a long hand stretched towards her, moving to her body, a very long, almost tentacle-like hand reaching to her body. It moved down it, a slight trail of slime in its path as it moved from her chest down to her clit, the long fingers sliding into her pussy in a way that felt so good and yet so terrifying as well---------
With a scream, Natasha Henstridge shot up in her bed, eyes snapping open. She sat, heaving with breath for a few moments before realizing she was awake. She could feel her skin stained with sweat underneath her shirt and rolling down her back. God, that was the worse one yet.
The term "irony" came to mind with her and her recent dreams. After all, she'd boosted herself from simple modeling to stardom via her role as a sexy alien in the surprise hit "Species" and its sequel. The fact that she spent a great deal of both movies naked definitely helped. She'd taken a few more roles, some bombs (that stupid Jean Claude Van Damme movie) and hits ("The Whole Nine Yards"). Now, she was in the sci-fi genre again with "Ghosts of Mars." So, she could possibly be forgiven for having aliens on the brain.
Still, it was hard for her to just shrug off these dreams. They were coming too frequently now and she didn't like it. The sooner she could get these handled the better and there was only one way to do that.
Terrance Maples didn't have one of the biggest psychiatry practices in L.A. but it was one of the best, with several clients, not all of whom were famous, who had been helped by him. Natasha had seen him before for the usual career stress stuff but now needed him more than ever with this situation.
"They're just getting worse," she sighed. She wore a nice blouse and skirt but Terrance managed to keep his eyes over her nice legs as she crossed them while on the couch. "It's getting to the point where I'm afraid of going to sleep even, for fear of dreaming like that."
"It sounds difficult," Terrance said in his accented tones. He was dressed in a fine suit, impeccable as always, the vision of professionalism. "And the rape aspects are what bothers you?"
"No, that's just it," Natasha sighed, shaking her head. "It's the fact that.....Well, that I kind of like it. Not a lot, but.....It just seems so.......pleasurable in a weird way. But it still bothers me."
"It sounds like it does," Terrance nodded. He bit his lip. "Natasha, I think the root of these dreams is somewhere in your subconscious. If you would agree to it, I would like to try some hypnosis to attempt to get to the root of things."
Natasha bit her lip. "I don't know," she muttered. "It sounds a little......out there."
"I can guarantee we'd be able to get to the bottom of things," Terrance said. "And you'd be able to get to sleep again."
Natasha bit her lip. "I guess it's okay," she sighed. She shook her head. "It's just so overwhelming."
"Well, try to relax and we can fix that," Terrance said. "Just lay yourself out, be as comfortable as possible." He watched Natasha lay out on the couch, adjusting her skirt as he wanted. "Okay, Natasha, just close your eyes," Terrance said, watching her do so. "Just relax, Natasha, relax. Try to put yourself totally at ease, Natasha, just try to put yourself totally at ease. Take some nice, deep breaths, Natasha, just take some nice, deep, soothing breaths here, just soothing breaths right now."
He watched Natasha do so, setting herself at ease, her ample chest rising and falling into a steady pattern. "All right now, Natasha. Just relax, just relax and try to set yourself totally at ease, just set yourself totally at ease now, Natasha, just try to set yourself totally at ease now. Listen carefully to my voice, Natasha, listen very carefully to my voice. I want you to feel yourself drifting, Natasha, I want you to feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper, just feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper, Natasha. Just try to relax, Natasha, just try to relax now. As you relax, Natasha, as you relax further and further, deeper and deeper, just try to remember the dreams, Natasha. Just try to remember the dreams as you relax further and further, deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, Natasha. Remember the dream as you relax, Natasha, remember the dream as you relax, remember the dream, Natasha, remember the dream.........."
Natasha's eyes snapped open as she stared upward. She was back now, back in the strange chamber, once again naked. Only now, she hovered in the air, standing but in space it seemed, unable to move at all. Her eyes darted around as she waited for something to happen.
Slowly, the shape returned from the shadows. A being whose shape she couldn't clearly make out, like her mind was unable to process the image of it. It stood......no, it flowed before her on.....legs? Tentacles? Anything at all? Natasha just couldn't tell. She was simply staring as the being moved its......arms, for lack of a better word, up to her chest.
Despite the terror of the moment, Natasha couldn't help but let out a long sigh as she felt the strange material slide along her chest, engulfing and encircling her breasts. It slid along her and she let out a soft moan as she felt something, like pinchers squeezing her tight nipples hard, causing her to let out a long moan, eyes closed as the strange semi-liquid flowed over her chest.
Tendrils seemed to come down and to her pussy, making Natasha feel like she was being tickled in her clit and asshole while her chest was being strangely rubbed at. The strange tickling and pinching continued around her, squeezing around her breasts, making her feel so good despite the violation aspects of it.
Natasha had no strength, no will, nothing to fight with, her moans louder as she felt herself floating with this strange sensation overcoming her, forces on her breasts while a strange set of tendrils slid around her pussy, inside her lips and her asshole as well, tickling her and arousing her all the while.
A hum got her attention and Natasha opened her eyes slowly to see a large cylinder slide out of the floor above her, the hard shaft glinting in the single spotlight. She was slowly lowered to it, the sensations on her breasts and ass continuing as she found herself turned on more and more with every inch lowered.
Natashsa was lowered onto the long and hard shaft, gasping as she felt it enter her pussy. She slowly shifted herself on the shaft, her thighs automatically clenching around it as she started to rock back and forth. She could feel the cylinder work inside her, pumping in and out of her clit with ease. Natasha leaned back, still rocking on the metal attachment as she was held up by that strange force that massaged her chest and ass as she went on the strange shaft, breasts kneaded and pinched as she felt herself start to build. All she could feel was the hard pounding of the shaft into her pussy, the rubbing on her ass and chest, the incredible feeling of surrender through it all adding to the pleasure as Natasha felt herself coming and coming and coming......
Natasha's eyes snapped open and she shook her head. "Oh, God," she whispered as the memories came flooding to her, memories of coming then and again, in several positions. "God, what.......What was....Was that?"
"Real?" Terrance said gently. "It would seem that way."
"But......" Natasha bit her lip. "Do you really think I was.....abducted by aliens?"
"It seems too real to have been just dreamt up," Terrance said after a moment. "But I don't think we should jump to conclusions just yet, not until we know more. I think we're on the right track with the hypnosis and such. A little more and we'll figure out what is real about this."
"I guess that's all we can do," Natasha sighed, standing up, adjusting her skirt, which seemed to have been a bit more mussed up than she would have imagined. She shook Terrance's hand. "Doctor.......Can you help me?"
"I think so," Terrance nodded. "In the meantime, just try to relax and don't think about this too much. Oh, and I wouldn't tell anyone about it, either."
"No problem there," Natasha sighed. "Thank you, Doctor, for everything." She left the office, shaking her head at the idea that aliens might be more real than she imagined.
"Natasha's sessions are going quite well. Thanks to the suggestions and the special tapes I've been playing at her home, she truly accepts these fantasies as memories. I must say, it felt very good having her ride me while I rubbed her tits and ass. And she truly believes that to be part of her 'abduction' as well. In my next session, I'll try to see how she feels about having an oral examination done with a nice long instrument in her mouth. And the best part is she actually believes it's memories of her own, not what I've been putting into her head. Have to go make an appointment for another alien abduction. End personal notes."
THE END
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