Chapter 2: Not Quite Anal Probes

Jesse woke up. She didn’t know how long it had been, in this gray metal prison and unable to see outside, it could have only been an hour, it could have been days. She looked down, seeing herself on the big operating table. Her wrists and ankles were fastened down to the surface by restraints, binding them. Both by the gooey texture and the almost oily looking appearance, she couldn’t begin to imagine what the stuff was actually made of.

She couldn’t move freely but she didn’t feel that overpowering psychic weight upon her. But no matter how much she tried budging against her binds, she couldn’t break free. Even without activating her superspeed, she was strong enough to make most so-called strongmen feel emasculated. Only her ankles and wrists were bound up. Still, the material was so strong and it was so tight that she couldn’t even move her arms or legs up.

The aliens crowded around her on the table. They were staring down at her with those big black eyes, and their weird little mouths were unmoving. Even if she wasn’t restrained, after her last physical altercation with them, she couldn’t begin to imagine how she’d get out of this one.

“What are you going to do to me?”

They looked at each other. Heard that weird language again, it was so bizarre to her that it felt like each one of them was talking at the same time and speaking over each other at once. But in that muddled conversation of nonsense, she heard the distinct tone of amusement. Followed by a sound that was just as weird as the rest of their mutterings, but she knew was laughter. Then they looked at her again.

So many intentions in those big black eyes of theirs. She struggled against the restraints. In her more risque superhero uniform of a red t-shirt and short shorts which she had planned as a surprise for Wally, laid down on this steel table and at the mercy of these strange creatures, powerless to fight and trapped beyond escape, she felt so weak and vulnerable. She had no idea what they planned to do with her.

A long tube lowered itself in front of her. It was hanging loosely, but it didn’t seem to be limp or inert. Indeed, the way it was moving it seemed to be alive. Then as she stared at it, the texture of it, the way it was moving, it wasn’t a tube at all. It was an actual proboscis, a tentacle.

The end of it pointed in her direction almost as if it was looking at her. It was wet like it was covered with slime, and yet in spite of that it didn’t seem organic, it seemed too fine for that. At the same time, it didn’t seem mechanical either.

Then the end of the thing opened up, almost like a sea lamprey. All her curiosity about what this thing was went right out the window. She didn’t want to know what was going to happen, all she did was struggle against her restraints as hard as possible. She fought against it so hard that it felt like her bones might break from the pressure, but she didn’t care, she wanted no part of whatever was going to happen.

That fervent struggle had only lasted for a few seconds. Then the thing emitted a thick pink smoke in her direction. It was so strong that she coughed horribly at first from the substance spewed at her. But as time passed, she was hit with a heavy lightheadedness, like her whole body was made of air.

The proboscis stopped emitting the substance. Then the petals still out, it hovered over her, almost as if it was looking over her. She was still curious about what the thing was, but at the same time, she wasn’t really afraid of it anymore. A stray thought occurred to her on how nice to might feel to have that thing lower itself further and penetrate deep inside of her vagina.

Just as fast, she realized what a crazy thought that was. That didn’t stop her from feeling some kind of disappointment as the thing retracted itself back up. She knew the thought was crazy.

Then it hit her. Her nipples were pointing out and a small wetness had begun to form in her twat. That pink mist, whatever it was, she knew what it had done to her. It wasn’t a feeling she wasn’t unused to, she remembered the one time she tried drugs for funsies that she felt a high like this. But the effect right now wasn’t so much on her mind as it was on her body. She could still think coherently but her physical sensations were on overdrive.

Her alien captors crowded around her on the table. Looking up into those big dark vacant eyes, she wasn’t paralyzed by fear anymore. Their arms extended out again. Jesse winced as their long limbs wrapped around her bare legs and on her arms again. Unlike last time when they had touched her, they weren’t binding their noodly appendages around her limbs to restrain her. Instead it almost seemed like they were massaging her.

Fuck, you have to be kidding me. Am I actually getting turned on from this?

She knew this kind of response wasn’t natural. It was a side effect of her current situation being at these things’ mercy, it was an effect of having come here fully intent on getting her freak on with Wally, and worst of all that pink poison that was just forced into her system. She could not believe that she really wanted these things to molest her. Her heart was beating excitedly, like she was a little kid playing out in a thunderstorm against her parents’ wishes.

Jesse grit her teeth when their hands reached further up. These Roswell grays were being far more handsy this time, actually moving them up her shirt and up her short shorts. She had been excited for Wally, that night, getting her freak on with him was all she could think about. But that level of anticipation was nothing compared to the excitement she was feeling now.

Before she knew it, her anger was fading too. A scarlet bloomed on her face like a little girl’s crush as they continued fondling up and beyond her naked body. She looked away when she felt them touch her precious spots. Their spindly little fingers peeled her bra down and moved under her panties. Her face was storming with red, a mix of embarrassment and fury when their slithery little hands touched all over her breasts and around her vagina. Her face twisted with fury as they looked down at her body, regarding her as more of a thing than a person.

Another set of hands moved under her shorts and found her bare butt underneath. Unable to take it anymore, she screamed, “Will you get it over with already!” She didn’t know if it sounded angry or not, and she didn’t care.

They all looked at her with their big black eyes. Then they looked back at each other again, snapped their limbs back to themselves so fast that it left a singeing feeling on her bare skin. She breathed hard, her body was craving their strange touches again.

Her captors had more pressing matters at hand. Spoke to each other in more of that strange weird language. She didn’t sense any of the distinct amusement they had earlier. Instead it seemed purely professional.

She recognized it herself. Working amongst the senior members of the JSA and dealing with alien material, she was no stranger to observing material under a microscope, whether it was something as routine as a crime scene, or strange and foreign material. Sometimes it was distinctly alien in nature.

All the weird guys I know and I’d yet to run into actual Roswell aliens.

That thought only lasted an instant. They looked at her again, and then at each other. They held their grubby little mitts up and make grabby motions with their hands, heard something of amusement in their voices once again. Jesse’s body drugged up to the nine told her it was okay, and even her mind was beginning to get on board.

But she knew this wasn’t okay. “Don’t you fucking dare...” she started, but they had no regard for her. One of them began operating something like a nearby console. Jesse started up when she heard a whirring sound start up. She looked to see two of those tentacles drooping low from the ceiling. Their texture, looking up clearly, she could definitely now see they were organic. Looking around the place at first, she hadn’t really give it much thought, but now she could see bulbous pulsing centers of life in various places, on the walls and on the ceiling, all of them held in clear containers. The tentacles came from a very organic patch up on the ceiling.

That didn’t hold her attention for long. The tentacles opened up again, the ends so much like sea lampreys. But these things were so much bigger and thicker. Looking at those mouths again, there weren’t really any spines like sea lampreys, instead it looked like a soft spongy sucker instead. She kept her mouth shut and was ready to hold in her breath.

That wouldn’t do her any good seeing as how they weren’t going to be spraying any mist this time. The tentacles hovered over her for a few more seconds before they suddenly zapped down to her small bit of cleavage hanging out of her shirt. The things were sucking all over her bare skin from the get go. Wet and warm, that bothersome heat growing in her body only got so much worse.

She grit her teeth, feeling something bite into the skin of her chest. It wasn’t agonizing pain, just a slight nick, but it was noticeable enough with how hard they were sucking all over her cleavage. But the worst part of it was with that smoke still in her system and the fast pace these things were going at it, that it felt surprisingly kinky. All bound up, she bit her lip trying to keep her voice from going crazy.

She gasped when the things let go and moved off of her. Looking down, she could swear she was hallucinating. It looked like her chest was getting bigger, but that couldn’t be right. She figured it was just the things having snacked on her cleavage so righteously.

While she was taking it in, breathing hard, the tentacles were still hovering around her chest. Jesse barely took notice of it, just glad to have them off her. That idea would quickly prove to be false when they zapped down to the central area of her breasts.

She was still wearing her shirt but she could feel their physical presence as if they were around her naked skin. So much worse than when they were sucking on her bare cleavage, flush colored her face as those troublesome sensations of erotic electricity hit her again. Her nipples were poking up on end within their slimy embrace.

The sucking sensations were so much worse this time. Jesse’s body was already in a frenzied heat, but the way they were pulling and sucking on the whole of her chest had her moaning loudly. Any concern of being gagged with a second dose of that pink mist was long gone out the window with only these two tentacles at large. But even if it did come down again, she wouldn’t be able to hold her breath in with all of her wild screaming.