#include <std_disclaimer> - contains adult material. Inspired by inju*.gif from alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.anime Brief Visitor [f/alien] [2/4] by Sunrain 1996 - 1998 Brief Visitor, part 2: Memories Although I couldn't talk to anyone about what had happened in the barn on our little trip out of civilization, I couldn't just sit on it and go on with my life. That's simply against my nature. I started to study. I studied everything connected with the aliens in any way - I rented all b-class movies I could find. I went to the library and took all serious-looking books having anything to do with stars or aliens. I studied the biology of octopus. I started to read through every scifi book I could lay my eyes on. My parents surely must have noticed that something was going on, but they didn't say anything. My friends called and tried to drag me out to some party or another, but gave up after couple weeks. So I spent most of the summer in my room, watching videos and reading books all day. I started to see dreams at night. Dreams of all kinds of aliens, small and large, violence, people screaming. Considering the amount of garbage movies and stories I had digested, it wasn't surprising. I continued my studies. There had to be something I could grasp on. There had to be some logic. A week before schools started again I had another dream, but this time it felt too real. Then I started to remember. I had met an alien before, when I was younger, and somehow I had hidden those memories even from myself. Now it all came back to me. It was a summer camp. Maybe my parents just got fed up with having a pest of a little girl around on their summer holidays, or they may really have thought I would have better time there than with them. Whichever the case, I'm sure they were right. There was nothing too unusual about the camp - it was set up in a clearing of a forest near a lake we could go swimming in, and we had many recreational happenings. We created several kinds of small toys out of cheap materials, built and flew kites, picked berries and did our best not to learn the names of birds the organizers tried to teach us. I think I had fun. I met lots of other girls from around the country, and made a couple of friends. One day, after lunch, we had an unguided nature trip. Every girl was given a map, with several places marked on it. Everyone had different targets, or at least with different order. The area was relatively small to ensure that nobody got lost. Every place marked on the map also had a small task, such as translating Morse code message (with provided tables) or some other simple things. The task-solving was not mandatory, but the best solver received some sort of a prize. It sounded like fun. We asked the organizers if we could go together as a group, but they refused, which I find strange now. We started off towards our own checkpoints. My third checkpoint on the map was slightly away from the main area. The trails grew less and less visible, and finally disappeared. I read my map, looked around me, checked the compass, and listened. The continuous noise made by the other girls running around in the forest sounded awfully distant. I became nervous, but got a grip of myself and continued on. After all, what could possibly happen? Was it just the map-makers mistake, marking two places with number three on the map? Or perhaps they gave me completely wrong map. I found myself following an inviting smell. The further I walked, the stronger it became. After a while I started to feel slightly dizzy, but continued on, checking the map less often. I found the place where the smell originated. There I found something that looked like a short tree-stalk, about two feet high, and some thick slime was slowly dripping from the upper end down the stalk. I was really light-headed, and the smell was very compelling, putting my senses off-line. I walked very slowly closer to the stalk, not even noticing that I had dropped the map. I tingled all over; I knew I simply had to taste the slime. Every time I inhaled, the tingling grew stronger, and my senses grew foggier. I approached the stalk very carefully. I lowered my head towards the stalk, and the smell grew even more intense. I tasted the slime with the tip of my tongue. It had a slightly salty taste. Suddenly I found myself surprisingly tired and sat down on the ground, positioning myself so that the stalk was between my legs so that I could taste it again more easily. Something about the smell excited me. I tasted the slime again, this time more eagerly. I started to relax, although growing more excited. I licked the stalk. I barely noticed when the stalk started to bend to a side, and I automatically followed it, bringing my legs together around it and taking a hold of it with my hand to keep my balance. The stalk kept bending until finally I was laying on my side. The stalk didn't look - or feel - like wood anymore, but the smell made it look inviting. I also noticed that it didn't come from underground - it was long, tentacle-like thing. Noticing these things did not mean anything to my brains in their off-line state. I wanted more. I didn't know exactly what, but more. I was on my side, and still had a hold of the tentacle with one hand. The tentacle moved constantly, pressing on my body, chest, crotch and my inner thighs, sending good feelings all over me. The head of the tentacle didn't move, and I kept licking it. The smell was still there. Then I noticed smaller tentacles that were slowly pulling my other arm behind my back, constraining it. I felt when something pressed on my panties from behind. I didn't mind; I grew more excited and even more light-headed. Something opened my belt and it fell. Suddenly the air was very humid, and I sweated. I tried to turn on my back but the tentacles had a grip of my hand, and I felt a big claw holding my shoulder. Some of the smaller tentacles went up my dress, exploring. I could feel them going up my inner thighs, leaving warm and wet trails as they approached my panties. One of them caressed my pussy through the thin cotton as others traced around the edges. One tentacle pushed itself under my panties and pushed directly on my pussy. I moaned. Suddenly my panties were pulled down, and the tentacles yanked my dress and t-shirt up, so I was mostly naked; my dress and t-shirt were a lump of clothes over my developing breasts. The claw released my shoulder and took me up from my back holding me in the air. A long tentacle with many small bumps was ran between my legs, each bump hitting my already wet, bare pussy. A wind of hot steam breathed on me, and I started to moan. I felt myself coming closer to coming with each bump hitting my pussy, pushing slightly inside, pulling out, moving on.. I screamed. The world exploded, and I saw stars. I was barely conscious to notice that some of the tentacles pulled off the rest of my clothes. I was heaved around, and placed onto the ground on my back. But it was not over yet. Two claws took a hold of my thighs, spreading me wide. The slimy tentacle I had met earlier came, this time from above, and went close to my face. I inhaled deeply. The smell still made me horny. Then the tentacle moved downward, leaving a trail of slime all over my sweaty breasts, chest, belly and finally stopping at my pussy. The claws lifted my legs, and my ass was lifted off the ground. The tentacle pressed on my pussy, and it pushed its head inside. Suddenly I felt sharp pain through my foggy senses, as the tentacle went through my cherry. I felt the thing move into me, filling me. Then it started to move. The smell was still around, making me want more, and the huge alien fucked me. The pressure inside me rose, thrust by thrust. I started screaming as I came. After some time, the claws let go of me and I fell. The smell grew thin, and then disappeared. I waited there for a while, exhausted and too scared to open my eyes to see if it had gone already. Cool breeze made me shiver; after all, I was wet all over. I lifted my head cautiously and looked around. There was no sign of the alien. I took up my clothes, dressing up quickly, listening. The forest was too silent. There wasn't even any sound of birds singing. Other girls had already returned to the camp. I figured that they should be eating now. I felt dirty, so I ran to the beach, avoiding the camp as well as I could. After doing my best to clean myself, I returned to the camp, still avoiding people and slipped into our (then empty) tent, dried myself and changed clothes. Nobody had wondered where I was. Was the map error a mistake? I also had forgotten my map and compass in the woods, and nobody asked me for them, nor did they ask me to give answers to the tasks. Perhaps it was the way I looked at them after that incident. When my parents came to fetch me, I was silent all the way home, and they must have thought sending me to the camp had been a mistake. I never told anyone, and as time passed, I had made myself think it never happened. But now I remember. Why did it come back, if it was the same one? Why me? Was I alone? Worse yet, I still couldn't talk about it to anyone. Best anyone could do is to point me to a good shrink.