Let me tell you a bit about myself. Alan Riley, 38. Originally from Matlock, but I moved down to London after University. I got a job as a Geography teacher at a local secondary school, where I’ve been ever since. It was a fairly normal teaching job; annoying kids, annoying parents, and annoying co-workers, but I liked it. One day though, something happened. A recurring dream, but it feels like more than that. It’s too vivid.

Myself and the lovely, newly-qualified Miss Amelia Parker had taken the Year 11 Geography students, 38 of them in total, out to the coast to do some fieldwork for their GCSE coursework. Standard stuff really, and it all went as planned, aside from Josh Brown falling over and cutting his knee, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

It was half past 7 in the evening, and we still had nearly an hour until we arrived back at school for the kids’ parents to pick them up. It was dark, it being a cold February night. I looked over at Miss Parker, who was playing with her phone, looking very cosy using both his and her thick coats as a makeshift blanket.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, not moving her eyes from her book. She wasn’t one for small talk really, which was fine I supposed. After all, I was married, and I was fairly certain she had a boyfriend. I got a book out of my bag, and started reading, when I started to hear the latest One Direction song being played at a ridiculous volume.

“Turn that music off!” I shouted, turning round to try and see who it was.

“Miss said I could do it!” Protested one of the girls, Lucy Willis.

“I said no such thing!” Miss Parker shouted, still not looking away from her phone. “Put your headphones in!”

“Fine!” Lucy groaned, and the music soon cut out.

I looked around the bus at the kids. Several of them were asleep, which meant they’d only be grumpy when they were woken up when we arrived. Jamie Richards had his 3DS out and was playing on it. Yasmin Wright was studying a book, pushing her glasses back up onto her face. And Harry Robinson was sat at the back with the new girl, Sarosa. I’d thought it was a little bit strange to accept a new pupil half way through Year 11, but the Headteacher had insisted. Sarosa had both a name and an accent that I couldn’t quite pin down to any country, but her English was perfect. When I’d asked her where she came from, she’d just told me “All sorts of places”. The two of them were making out, but frankly I was too tired to do anything about it.

I sat back down to continue reading my book, which went just fine for a few minutes. But then, we heard the engine of the bus begin to stall, and it ground to a halt.

“What’s happening?” I asked the driver.

“I don’t know, it’s like it’s just given up,” he replied. “I’ll get out and have a look.” But before he could do that, the entire bus was engulfed in a blinding white light, which naturally resulted in a lot of panicked shouts from 38 teenagers.

“Calm down everyone!” I shouted. “Everything’s going to be alright!” Truth be told, I had no idea what was happening, but having the kids panicked wasn’t going to help things. Not that me shouting to calm down was likely to help. Miss Parker looked over at me, a look of worry on her face. I tried to re-assure her with a smile, but I don’t think it helped at all.

The light cleared, and everyone scrambled to look out the windows of the bus. They were in an empty room, with metal walls and floors, and a few ceiling lights lighting the room.

“Oh my God, we’ve been abducted by aliens!” Shouted Jamie.

“No we’ve not, idiot!” Shouted Lucy. “Aliens aren’t real.”

“Why wouldn’t they be?” Yasmin asked. “There’s no reason for them not to be.”

“All of you, calm down,” said Miss Parker, standing up. “We’re not going to get anywhere by arguing.”

“Miss Parker’s right,” I said. “We need to figure out what’s happened to us. All of you stay on the bus while I go out and figure out where we are.”

“We’re on an alien spaceship sir, it’s obvious,” Jamie said.

“Yes, so we’ve heard,” Miss Parker said. “Now all of you sit down while Mr Riley tries to figure out where we are.”

“ATTENTION HUMANS,” said a voice over some sort of intercom system. It sounded male, but it had no discernible accent. “PLEASE DISEMBARK YOUR VEHICLE.”

“It’s the aliens!” Jamie shouted.

“Stop being ridiculous,” said Mark Warwick.

“I believe him,” Harry said confidently. “I think it’s aliens.”

“ATTENTION HUMANS, PLEASE DISEMBARK YOUR VEHICLE,” the voice continued. “CO-OPERATE AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED.”

“What shall we do?” Miss Parker asked me.

“I think we’d better do as we’re told,” I replied. “Alright kids, pair up, same pairs as before, and do NOT let your partner out of your sight. Stay together. Follow me and Miss Parker.”

“What shall we do with our bags?” Someone asked.

“Leave them here,” Miss Parker replied.

We opened the doors, and Miss Parker and I walked out, followed by the driver, and then the 38 Year 11 kids. The room we were in was indeed completely empty, except for one open door.

“PLEASE PROCEED THROUGH THE DOOR,” the voice instructed us. We walked through into yet another completely empty room, but this one was much smaller, only just about large enough to accommodate the 41 of us.

“Miss, I’m scared,” said Becky Jameson.

“We all are,” Miss Parker said to her.

We stood in there for a few seconds, before the blank walls began to glow bright red. There was some panic, before a bright flash of light was sent out. When it cleared, there was more panic, as we realised that somehow, all of our clothes had vanished. There were shouts and screams as everyone tried to cover themselves with their hands. I looked at Miss Parker, who was struggling to cover both her pussy and her large breasts. I noticed that Harry and Sarosa were the only ones not bothering to cover themselves, instead simply holding hands and smiling.

We didn’t get much time to react further however, as our naked bodies were immediately sprayed with a sweet-smelling fluid, which flowed onto us through what looked like fire sprinklers, dropping out of the ceiling. When it finally ended, the room heated up rapidly, drying us off. Another door then opened.

“PLEASE PROCEED THROUGH THE DOOR,” the voice ordered us. We did so, and found ourselves in what looked like some sort of old-fashioned theatre. “PLEASE SIT.” Miss Parker and I sat on the front row, with the kids surrounding us. I took this opportunity to look around at everyone. I had to admit, some of the girls had some pretty nice bodies on them. I then realised it might not be such a good idea, lest my cock get hard, which wouldn’t be the best thing on a school trip.

“What do you think’s going to happen?” Miss Parker asked me. I could tell she was worried.

“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” I lied, taking her hand in mine.

“WELCOME HUMANS.” We all turned to the stage, where we saw two people stood there. Well, they weren’t really people. They were dressed in what appeared to be lab coats, but their bodies were far from normal. They had completely blue skin, and 4 arms each. One was a very beautiful woman, and one was a very handsome man.

“Which of you is the leader?” The man asked.

“I told you it was aliens!” Jamie shouted.

“Are you the leader of these humans?” The man asked Jamie.

“No, I am,” I said.

“Me too,” said Miss Parker. I stared at her in annoyance. Whatever they had planned, I didn’t want her to be involved too.

“Very well,” The woman nodded. “Yes, we are, by your standards, aliens. We have come from a planet far away to study your species’ reproduction.”

“Reproduction?” Miss Parker asked, worried.

“Are you going to probe us?” Jamie asked.

“Please don’t hurt us!” Yasmin begged.

“Everyone, calm down,” I said. “Let me do the talking. Now then, first things first, what was that shower for?”

“You were disinfected, to prevent you exposing us to Earth-bound bacteria. Your clothing is in storage, and will be returned to you once we have completed our work.”

“And what work is that? You’re not going to hurt us, are you?”

“We will ensure that our research is as painless as possible. Based on our prior results, you may find our experiments to rather enjoyable.”

“You’ve still not told us what these experiments involve,” I said.

“You will see soon enough.”

“And if we refuse?”

“We will perform our experiments with or without your consent, but it will be a much more pleasant experience for all involved if you let us get on with it.”

“Look, I don’t know what it’s like on your planet,” I told them. “But on Earth, kidnapping people is a crime, as is forcing them to be involved in experiments.”

“Performing experiments on the inhabitants of undeveloped worlds is perfectly legal, provided that every step is taken to ensure their comfort throughout,” The woman said. “There’s a reason your chairs are so soft.”

“I’d hardly call these soft!” Shouted Lucy.

“You will be split into two groups, and taken for our experiments,” The man said.

One by one we were sorted. I was in one group, while Miss Parker was in another. My group, which had Yasmin, Lucy, Harry, Jamie and many other students, was led into a metal room with lots of equipment in it, along with a table with lots of pills on it.

“The males will consume the blue pills, and the females will consume the pink pills,” the woman ordered, the man having gone with the other groups.

“You’re not gonna drug us!” Jamie protested.

“You will consume the pills, or they will be force fed to you,” the woman told us.

“Just take the pills, dork,” Harry said, picking a blue one up and eating it.

“He’s right, everyone take them,” I said, before we all nervously took the pills. “So what do these do?”

“They prepare your reproductive organs for our experiments,” The woman replied. After she said this, I felt my cock and balls begin to tingle, and I felt an erection coming on. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. Fortunately, if that’s the right word, I noticed that all the other boys seemed to be getting hard too.

“You two will be the first,” the woman said, pointing to me and Yasmin.

“The first for what?” Yasmin asked. The woman indicated the two metal chairs, like the sort of chairs dentists have.

“You will sit down,” the woman ordered. Yasmin and I sat down on the chairs, me being very embarrassed about being exposed to the class like this. The woman adjusted the chairs, until Yasmin and I were both laid down.

“These things are cold,” Yasmin said.

“They will warm up when in use,” the woman told us, before she started clamping our arms to the chairs.

“You don’t need to do that, we’re not resisting!” I protested.

“It is to prevent you wriggling once the machine is activated,” the woman replied. She then spread both of our legs apart, and clamped them in place.

“What are you going to do to us?” Yasmin asked. The woman just ignored her, and brought down two devices that seemed to be attached to the ceiling. They were metallic, with opaque tubes leading up to the ceiling. She placed one of these devices on Yasmin’s vagina, completely covering her groin, while she placed the second on my cock and balls. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. My genitals felt as though they were floating in a warm liquid.