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Alien Abduction
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I've never shared this story with anyone before because I
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knew no one would believe it--but I guess also because I I felt so
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guilty about everything. Still, I felt like I had to tell someone, so
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I decided to write it down anonymously. Maybe I thought that, if I
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heard from someone else that I wasn't crazy, I'd believe it myself.
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I'm not the kind of person who sees things, in fact, I think
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I'm a pretty normal woman. I'm definitely not a person who ever
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believed in UFOs. Sure, I saw TV shows about them sometimes--like
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Unsolved Mysteries or something--but I mostly just laughed. So you
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can imagine how shocked I was when this all happened. I live by
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myself in a little house on some land that my uncle owns. The house
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isn't much, it doesn't even have an air conditioner, so I usually
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sleep with the windows open. Anyway, one night, about 2:00 in the
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morning--I know because I remember looking at the clock--I woke up
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hearing a loud humming sound, and there was a really bright light
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coming in through the window. I was surprised because the house is
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about two miles off the main road, and I couldn't imagine who would
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be driving up there in the middle of the night.
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When I looked out the window, I couldn't see anything at
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first because the light was blinding. But after a bit, I could make
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out a huge, metal saucer sitting in the middle of the yard.
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Naturally, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought I must be
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dreaming--I mean the thing looked just like a flying saucer in an old
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movie. But it was real. That's when I got scared. I jumped out of bed
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and started to run out of the bedroom. But before I could reach the
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door, something happened. A bright spot light suddenly came through
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the window. But it wasn't just a light because, as soon as it hit me,
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my body went limp and I fell to the floor. It didn't knock me out--I
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was still awake and scared to death. But I couldn't move.
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Then it got even stranger. The light started vibrating (I
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don't know how else to describe it), and started moving up. My body
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started rising with it, the light was picking me up off the floor. It
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felt like there was a strap under my rear lifting me up--my arms and
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legs (still paralyzed) were hanging down. You've got to remember that
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I was awake this whole time. It's funny--even though I was terrified,
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I remember feeling embarrased because my panties were showing. When I
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went up off the ground, the T-shirt I was sleeping in slid up above
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my waist. Isn't it strange how you can think about small things like
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that?--I was worrying about the shirt sliding up too far and showing
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my breasts!
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The light carried me across the bedroom and out the window
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(it wasn't until later that I wondered what had happened to the
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screen--it was still missing the next day). I went through the window
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legs first, with my head hanging down behind, so I couldn't see what
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was going on in front of me. A door must have opened up on the side
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of the spaceship because the beam carried me inside. It put me down
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on a metal table and then disappeared. I still couldn't move my body,
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but I wasn't numb because I remember how cold the table was on the
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back of my thighs.
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The room looked like some kind of lab, it was full of
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computers and machinery. I laid there wondering if I was going to be
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killed--I still hadn't seen anybody. About that time, I heard a noise
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from the corner of the room. It sounded something like a little car
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coming closer to me. After a second, I could see it out of the corner
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of my eye. It rolled up and stopped next to me. It was a kind of
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robot, with four metal claws attached to flexible arms in front. One
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claw was holding something that looked like a gas mask, and it put
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the mask over my face. I couldn't help but breath it in. It didn't
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have any smell, but it must've been like the nerve gas that the
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dentist uses because after a few minutes, I started to relax and not
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feel so scared anymore.
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I watched as the robot reached down and grabbed hold of my
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arms. It pulled them up over my head and I could feel them being
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strapped down. It did the same thing with my legs, spreading them
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apart and strapping them down. By now the gas had taken effect. I got
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a funny sensation like my body was separate from my mind, I watched
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what the robot was doing like it was someone else besides me.
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After I was strapped down, the robot backed up. Then the
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table started tilting up till it was straight up and down and I was
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hanging by my wrists. I was getting able to move again, so I could
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hold my head up and look around. There still wasn't anyone in the
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room except for the robot. The robot rolled over to me and lifted up
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one of its claws, which had a sharp blade on one of its fingers. I
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remember thinking--real calm--that it was going to kill me. But it
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didn't. The blade slid up under my shirt and started cutting it open.
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After slitting the shirt clear down the front, it started cutting it
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off my arms. In seconds, the shirt was in shreds on the floor. Then
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slowly--even gently--the robot slid the blade under my bra and cut it
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open. Then it did the same thing to my panties (another strange
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memory--the blade was really cold when it touched my stomach!) Like I
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said, the gas had done something to my mind because I was hanging
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there totally naked, but I was completely calm.
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Then the table started turning around to face the wall
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behind me. On the wall was a strange looking machine. Before I could
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get much of a look at it, it started moving. Two rubber cups--about
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like plungers--started coming out of the wall, and I watched as they
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attached themselves to my chest. I didn't even have time to think
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before they started squeezing my breasts, really slow and not rough
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at all.
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Now this is the part I don't know how to say--I mean it
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must've been because the gas was messing with my mind or something,
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but somehow, what they were doing felt good. It was so weird--my mind
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wasn't worrying about whether they would kill me or not, I couldn't
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think about anything but how good it felt. After a few seconds of
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that, I felt something inside the cups, something real light and
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soft, start to brush over my nipples. They were already really
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sensitive, so the feeling was pretty intense.
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I'm not sure how long that went on, but in spite of myself,
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I started to get turned on--I even heard myself moan out loud. Just
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then a flexible arm like the ones on the robot came out of the wall.
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But instead of a claw on the end of it was something that looked like
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the eraser on a pencil. I looked down and watched it go between my
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legs. I could feel it moving around in my vagina--again, very
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gently--then I felt it touch my button. I knew I wasn't paralyzed any
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more because at that moment my whole body tensed up. The main arm
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didn't move again, but I could feel just the tip moving slowly over
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my button. It wasn't long before two tubes came out of the wall--one
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thick and one smaller. They both kind of looked like water hoses, but
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instead of being open at the end they had knobs. I remember thinking
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very clearly, "This thing is going to rape me," but I wasn't the
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least bit scared. Sure enough, the large tube went between my legs
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and I felt it slide up into me. I wondered what the second tube was
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going to do, but just then I felt it wriggling between my ass cheeks.
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I've never done that kind of thing before, so I didn't know what it
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would feel like. I could feel the tube pushing against my ass--I
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must've tensed up--but then, it slipped inside. It didn't hurt at
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all, and I remember thinking that it must be lubricated.
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As I'm writing this, it still seems too incredible to be
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true. There I was, hanging naked as this machine raped me from both
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ends. Sometimes I still think it must have been a dream because I
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can't believe that I actually enjoyed what happened. I've heard about
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other woman who enjoy fanticizing about rape, but I never did it
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before. Anyway, I know it wasn't just a dream or a fantasy because it
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felt too real. I remember so clearly how my whole body tingled, how
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the tubes in my vagina and asshole began to slide in and out more
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quickly. The machine must've had some sort of way to tell that I was
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getting more turned on because the more excited I got, the harder it
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worked. After a while--it couldn't have been more than a few
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minutes--I knew that I was going to come. By then, I couldn't think,
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I could barely catch my breath I was so overwhemled by how my body
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felt. Whatever was carressing my nipples and button got faster and
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harder, and the tubes in my vagina and asshole sped up and even
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started vibrating. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt the
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orgasm explode inside me (I think I even screamed), for one long
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instant my body was a knot of tight muscles. Then, it was over, and I
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went limp--but this time from exhaustion.
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What happened afterwards is a little fuzzy. I vaguely
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remember being carried back into the house by the light beam and left
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on the floor. I went sound asleep, and when I woke up, it was night
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again--24 hours had passed. I never saw a sign of the spaceship
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again, and I never told a soul what happened. But sometimes I still
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dream about it, and I wake up turned on.
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