Undercoverseeke
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Close Encounters of the Erotic Kind [Closed Thread]
(Reposting this here -- accidentally posted it on the wrong board the first time...)
Undercoverseeke 07-26-2020 08:20 PM
Close Encounter of the Erotic Kind (Closed Thread)
SUBJECT ACQUIRED
The cruiser had slipped into this obscure blue world's atmosphere undetected, cloaked with high-tech shields. It had swept over a rural area, located a likely subject for study, and made to acquire it... only for a much more likely subject to make an appearance. The quadrupedal bovines were always good for in-depth dissection (and later consumption), but the homo sapiens... they were a far more valuable resource.
The human subject was brought into the specialized cell at the heart of the ship, stripped of all clothing save the undergarments, and laid out in a padded nest-like hollow in the center of the softly lit white room. The two aliens ensured the unconscious subject was as comfortable as possible, then nodded at one another and left, sealing the door behind them.
The human would be useful... for humans had proven the best source of the energy needed to power their ship. Not that the ship would consume his body. No... the ship ran off of pleasure. Sensual energy. The power of arousal and orgasm and lust. It was an unusual power source... but so long as this planet was overrun by humans, it always made for an excellent refuel stop.
Watching from the viewscreen, the aliens made a quick scan of the human's mind, checking to see what his ideal sexual partner looked like. They found not one, but two likely possibilities... and made them materialize near the man's resting place, waiting for him to awaken from his stupor...
scribe_m 07-27-2020 06:20 AM
He had plenty to regret.
He was fifty-four years old, and inherited a small farm from his father who passed away recently. Not much of a place, just an extended family retreat that the kids loved, and the older folks found as a respite to their city lives. Except no one came here, ever since the family reunion that ended with a family that would never see each other again. He remembered seeing Virginia again, his younger 35-year old sister, a beautiful girl, with light-colored brown hair, winsome smile, and fuckable body. As they were banging in the disused barn, he remembered and tried to forget that she was married with two young children. More importantly, he remembered and tried to forget that he wanted his other sister, Helen, even more. Despite her being ten years older than Virginia, Helen was more vivacious, sexier, and just plain hotter than Virginia, her legs spread out on the hay early in the morning, before anyone else would find out. He could see the disused barn from above, as he was being pulled away into the sky.
He remembered Mel. Mel was a sexy eighteen-year old, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a mouth that just wouldn't stop. She was rude and sexy, and the best thing in the world on her knees when giving him a blowjob. He loved holding her head and fucking her face in the kitchen. Risky sex. Break-up sex. Of course, when her mother and his now ex-girlfriend, Una, found out, well, that was that. He didn't even get to have sex with either of them. The ground looked far away now, and he could even see that damn cow, oblivious to her owner's fate.
His daughter, May, was about the same age as his younger sister. Of course, he'd never lay a hand on his daughter, no matter how attractive she was. He loved seeing her grow up into a woman, with her long brown-blonde hair, and delightful smile. He had raised her well. She graduated law school and quite happy as a secretary at a law firm. He and May got along well, with May and his interest in working on cars. She was not married, having a relationship with a promising lab assistant. As an early widow, she had a child from a previous relationship, and that was the problem. Her daughter, Susan, enjoyed running, cycling, and had a body to prove it. She wore that tight-fitting sexy pink and blue skinsuit, that held her body tight and showed off every single damn curve of her body. It was one size too small and made him several sizes larger. It probably wasn't a coincidence that the skinsuit was so hot and had a zipper that you could pee and fuck through. She didn't like fucking in the barn, so he'd bend her over, doggie-style, against a bale of hay outside in the summer. Her mother found out, but, Bessie, the cow, sure didn't mind.
And, as he lost consciousness, he mused if his biggest regret really was waking up at 3am because of that damn oblivious cow.
Undercoverseeke 07-27-2020 09:58 PM
His captors saw the women he fantasized about... and, having no clue as to their relation to him, they set about tweaking the simulations to best fit the first two, Virginia and Helen...
As Ben awakened, he would find himself laying in a shallow nest-like depression in a soft white floor, a "nest" lined in soft cushions of an indeterminate cream color. The walls were a softly illuminated white as well, interrupted only by a teardrop-shaped window looking out onto a magnificent starscape. The entire room was oddly peaceful... but clearly an architecture not of this earth.
And standing before him were Virginia and Helen themselves, slight smiles on their faces... each wearing a skin-tight skinsuit, much like his daughter had worn in his mind.
"Hello, Ben," Virginia greeted... and though her voice sounded much like it had in her memories, it was curiously flat, the words pronounced as if the speaker wanted to be sure they sounded correct. "We hoped you would wake up for us."
scribe_m 07-28-2020 04:34 AM
Ben was, at least, relieved that -- for now -- there wasn't some sort of anal probe up his virgin butthole, but, as he looked around, wasn't sure what to make of things, either. Skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits on his sisters?? And his sisters in their 30's and 40's, at that. Some things you didn't do when you were older. Have long hair, expose your belly button, and wear skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits. No, scratch that. At no age should a woman wear a skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfit. Unless they were being fucked, doggie style -- and in their precious, legal, teens.
Still, where he lay was damn comfortable. If they were going to match his women to his wet dreams, they, at least, did the same for his tighty-whiteys. Which, he realized, were slightly less embarassing than having an anal probe stuck up his ass. Anyway, did they capture his two sisters and bring them here? Or were they sex robots that he'd do willingly? He grabbed a cushion and strategically hid his underwear and mounting erection. He hoped that these two were doing to do something to him -- not anally.
"Hello, Ben," he heard. The voice was slightly off, but the body was incredibly sexy. Was that really her body? Or did he just not notice in the back of the barn? And didn't she have two young children? That body must have cost a lot after two kids, he mused. All that plastic. Pale skin... red hair... brown eyes. And that cute little mole on her right cheek. He wondered if it was still there. "We hoped you would wake up for us," she continued.
"Well... I'm awake. Or maybe I'm dreaming and still talking to my cow. Better conversationalist than my wife. You're actually a better conversationalist that my wife, and I just met you. I think. Now, tell me what sort of plans you have for me. You're not going to strip us Earthlings of our clothing and make us wear skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits? If so, I take a large." As his vision cleared, though his brain was still addled, and he saw these two beauties, he added "Especially in the crotch."
(Reposting this here -- accidentally posted it on the wrong board the first time...)
Undercoverseeke 07-26-2020 08:20 PM
Close Encounter of the Erotic Kind (Closed Thread)
SUBJECT ACQUIRED
The cruiser had slipped into this obscure blue world's atmosphere undetected, cloaked with high-tech shields. It had swept over a rural area, located a likely subject for study, and made to acquire it... only for a much more likely subject to make an appearance. The quadrupedal bovines were always good for in-depth dissection (and later consumption), but the homo sapiens... they were a far more valuable resource.
The human subject was brought into the specialized cell at the heart of the ship, stripped of all clothing save the undergarments, and laid out in a padded nest-like hollow in the center of the softly lit white room. The two aliens ensured the unconscious subject was as comfortable as possible, then nodded at one another and left, sealing the door behind them.
The human would be useful... for humans had proven the best source of the energy needed to power their ship. Not that the ship would consume his body. No... the ship ran off of pleasure. Sensual energy. The power of arousal and orgasm and lust. It was an unusual power source... but so long as this planet was overrun by humans, it always made for an excellent refuel stop.
Watching from the viewscreen, the aliens made a quick scan of the human's mind, checking to see what his ideal sexual partner looked like. They found not one, but two likely possibilities... and made them materialize near the man's resting place, waiting for him to awaken from his stupor...
scribe_m 07-27-2020 06:20 AM
He had plenty to regret.
He was fifty-four years old, and inherited a small farm from his father who passed away recently. Not much of a place, just an extended family retreat that the kids loved, and the older folks found as a respite to their city lives. Except no one came here, ever since the family reunion that ended with a family that would never see each other again. He remembered seeing Virginia again, his younger 35-year old sister, a beautiful girl, with light-colored brown hair, winsome smile, and fuckable body. As they were banging in the disused barn, he remembered and tried to forget that she was married with two young children. More importantly, he remembered and tried to forget that he wanted his other sister, Helen, even more. Despite her being ten years older than Virginia, Helen was more vivacious, sexier, and just plain hotter than Virginia, her legs spread out on the hay early in the morning, before anyone else would find out. He could see the disused barn from above, as he was being pulled away into the sky.
He remembered Mel. Mel was a sexy eighteen-year old, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a mouth that just wouldn't stop. She was rude and sexy, and the best thing in the world on her knees when giving him a blowjob. He loved holding her head and fucking her face in the kitchen. Risky sex. Break-up sex. Of course, when her mother and his now ex-girlfriend, Una, found out, well, that was that. He didn't even get to have sex with either of them. The ground looked far away now, and he could even see that damn cow, oblivious to her owner's fate.
His daughter, May, was about the same age as his younger sister. Of course, he'd never lay a hand on his daughter, no matter how attractive she was. He loved seeing her grow up into a woman, with her long brown-blonde hair, and delightful smile. He had raised her well. She graduated law school and quite happy as a secretary at a law firm. He and May got along well, with May and his interest in working on cars. She was not married, having a relationship with a promising lab assistant. As an early widow, she had a child from a previous relationship, and that was the problem. Her daughter, Susan, enjoyed running, cycling, and had a body to prove it. She wore that tight-fitting sexy pink and blue skinsuit, that held her body tight and showed off every single damn curve of her body. It was one size too small and made him several sizes larger. It probably wasn't a coincidence that the skinsuit was so hot and had a zipper that you could pee and fuck through. She didn't like fucking in the barn, so he'd bend her over, doggie-style, against a bale of hay outside in the summer. Her mother found out, but, Bessie, the cow, sure didn't mind.
And, as he lost consciousness, he mused if his biggest regret really was waking up at 3am because of that damn oblivious cow.
Undercoverseeke 07-27-2020 09:58 PM
His captors saw the women he fantasized about... and, having no clue as to their relation to him, they set about tweaking the simulations to best fit the first two, Virginia and Helen...
As Ben awakened, he would find himself laying in a shallow nest-like depression in a soft white floor, a "nest" lined in soft cushions of an indeterminate cream color. The walls were a softly illuminated white as well, interrupted only by a teardrop-shaped window looking out onto a magnificent starscape. The entire room was oddly peaceful... but clearly an architecture not of this earth.
And standing before him were Virginia and Helen themselves, slight smiles on their faces... each wearing a skin-tight skinsuit, much like his daughter had worn in his mind.
"Hello, Ben," Virginia greeted... and though her voice sounded much like it had in her memories, it was curiously flat, the words pronounced as if the speaker wanted to be sure they sounded correct. "We hoped you would wake up for us."
scribe_m 07-28-2020 04:34 AM
Ben was, at least, relieved that -- for now -- there wasn't some sort of anal probe up his virgin butthole, but, as he looked around, wasn't sure what to make of things, either. Skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits on his sisters?? And his sisters in their 30's and 40's, at that. Some things you didn't do when you were older. Have long hair, expose your belly button, and wear skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits. No, scratch that. At no age should a woman wear a skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfit. Unless they were being fucked, doggie style -- and in their precious, legal, teens.
Still, where he lay was damn comfortable. If they were going to match his women to his wet dreams, they, at least, did the same for his tighty-whiteys. Which, he realized, were slightly less embarassing than having an anal probe stuck up his ass. Anyway, did they capture his two sisters and bring them here? Or were they sex robots that he'd do willingly? He grabbed a cushion and strategically hid his underwear and mounting erection. He hoped that these two were doing to do something to him -- not anally.
"Hello, Ben," he heard. The voice was slightly off, but the body was incredibly sexy. Was that really her body? Or did he just not notice in the back of the barn? And didn't she have two young children? That body must have cost a lot after two kids, he mused. All that plastic. Pale skin... red hair... brown eyes. And that cute little mole on her right cheek. He wondered if it was still there. "We hoped you would wake up for us," she continued.
"Well... I'm awake. Or maybe I'm dreaming and still talking to my cow. Better conversationalist than my wife. You're actually a better conversationalist that my wife, and I just met you. I think. Now, tell me what sort of plans you have for me. You're not going to strip us Earthlings of our clothing and make us wear skin-tight bubblegum pink and blue outfits? If so, I take a large." As his vision cleared, though his brain was still addled, and he saw these two beauties, he added "Especially in the crotch."
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