Chapter 1

About 5 miles out of the sleepy town of Love creek Indiana; a dirt track splits from the highway to snake across the flat 3 miles of golden corn fields to the Cummings farm stead. That evening the star scattered sky was beginning to smother the light as the last rays of a particularly hot day receded then vanished. The tall wooden house built over the years by 4 generations of land toilers was silent and peaceful; the nightly cacophony of crickets and the low groans of the cows in their barn the only sounds audible.

From the paint flecking veranda sounded the squeak of a rocking chair as a young woman relaxed, enjoying the transition from day to night. The girl, 16 last fall was the youngest of the family. Her ma, pa and two brothers still out for the evening in Love creeks only hot spot the new bar and grill. She relished the peace and quiet having put on a mock dismay at needing to stay behind and look after 'Butch the family gun dog. He'd been howling and playing up all day as if something was troubling him and they feared he was sick. But now he relaxed on the floor beside her, making her think maybe it had all been an act. The girl was about 5, 6 with long blonde hair. Her tiny waist curved at her hips the tight jeans hugging her taught thighs down to bare small feet. Her face; cute nose and hazel eyes, was slightly freckled, her skinny t shirt frame supplemented with a firm 36 bust. Daisy Cummings gave a long satisfied stretch, pouting her large puffed lips and got up to go inside. "Com'n Butch, let turn in."

As she closed the veranda door she didn't notice the flickering light in the sky or the sudden hush as the insects froze in the tall grass fields around her. Butch had begun to whimper again and she shook his head gripping his short fur roughly in affection. "Hey what's wrong boy?"

Suddenly a flash, then there was a deafening roar as outside maybe two hundred yards away the corn field ignited the ground rising in a hissing furrow. Within seconds the object had singed a deep scar all the way to the Cummings homestead, and the timbers crashed as tons of metal saucer rose up to rest against the crumbling building, its rim overhanging the roof shielding the full moon and casting the house into pitch darkness.

Then silence.

A quarter of a mile away Jed, cousin to the Cummings siblings quickened his pace. What had been an evening stroll to see his family had now turned into a horrible nightmare." Oh gawd an air crash or sumut!" He had figured. He knew there was no one for miles, maybe the phones still worked in the crushed house then he could raise the alarm. Twenty feet behind him a jack rabbit had been watching, concentrating on the human figure. As the man moved away it relaxed sniffed the air then followed. The electric shock as the creature touched the outside of the rapidly forming half mile wide invisible dome sent it flying, its heart giving way.

Jed never noticed the warm breeze no longer crossing the fields or the air now drier the stars seeming to be dull in the sky. Nor did he realise only a few paces slower and he would never have reached the house that evening. His only thoughts were for his relations trapped under the huge silver disc.

Aboard the craft its occupants worked feverishly, but without panic. The shield would protect them while they made the appropriate repairs. The creatures were insect like, large bugs 4 to 5 foot high standing on four arched legs, shells on their back with smaller tentacles for manipulating devices. Their collective hive mind processed and gave instructions in microseconds as scores of the creatures had gone to work inside and outside the craft. As Jed approached he struggled to make sense of the scene. The house was under the large disc, metal tentacles now entwining the building in a robotic hug, other tentacles appeared to be snaking to the farm out buildings, while others burrowed under the soil. He could see shapes on the hull and as he neared he gave a horrified cry of disbelief.

Daisy was awoken by the light vibration on the metal floor beneath her. She opened her eyes wiping her blonde locks from her face. She realised she was no longer in the house. Her bare feet felt cold on the buzzing metal and she blinked the light too bright. The room if you could call it that appeared to be at a slight incline the walls glowing illuminating the cold space. She was in a large glass box the top open but too high for her to reach. The space had a layer of mist at floor level and she could only barley see the walls through the haze.

"Hello, anyone there?" She called pressing her cute nose against the glass.

There were sounds of movement and she reeled back with a shriek as one of the creatures came close to the glass. She was panting her chest heaving her young eyes unable to turn away.

"Oh god, oh Ma, Pa helppp!!!!"

Above her the ceiling opened and a mass of thin segmented metal tentacles descended gripping her. She screamed as her arms were entwined, one around her slim waist another on her knees and ankles, more still around her wrists. The metal coils snaked under her t shirt ripping it apart the tentacles wrapping around her blushing hard mounds. They squeezed tight making them bulge like balloons

"Awwww ooooohhhhh! No stop ugggghhhhhh!" She squirmed as the tapered vibrating ends pressed her nipples, the metal cold and unyielding "Aww that hurts ugghhhh!"

Her jeans were been unbuckled then dragged from her thin calves over her red nailed toes. She gave a scream but gargled as one of the tentacles entered her mouth the buzzing tip clattering on her teeth. "Awwwwwtttttttttttttt!"

The creature spoke its words forming inside her head; the noises from its claw mouthed face only a series of clicks." Be still, you cannot resist." It manipulated a console and the tentacles spread her legs wide ripping her panties from her." We wish to examine you internally." Daisy was sweating now the droplets forming on her encircled tits. She managed to pull her mouth momentarily from the vibrating head.

"No stop nooo awwwwwww!" A tentacle was curling up between her legs its end beginning to seep a clear lubricant. The ones on her tits also began to sweat the oil making her tits shinny and slippery. She coughed as it re entered into her hot moist mouth, its end now also producing the disgusting tasting gel.

"Mmmmmggggg!"

She felt the cold vibrating tip pushing her pussy lips. She moaned in her head, her hole still sweet and virginal. The tip pressed her, lips parting and she gave a horrified gaze at the creature as the tentacle head opened her up for the very first time. Her mind raced," it must be a dream, this can't be happening ugggggghh!"

"Ohhh, awwwwwwww!!!!!!"

On the outside of the craft Jed had ran as fast as he could away from the scene but within 20 or so strides he felt himself tripped overwhelmed by the abominations he had seen toiling on the crashed ship. He screamed the creatures coiling him in web type material, forming a tight bind around his body. He was carried inside, through dark corridors into a bright room a recognisable voice moaning and crying nearby.