("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Abduction by Crispin (happicrazi@yahoo.com) *** I've always loved aliens. I guess they love me, to. (M/F-alien, bd, sci-fi) *** When I was younger, I had an obsession. I still have it now. I’ll tell you about it, and then what happened a little over a year ago. I was seven when I read my first book about UFOs and aliens. I was immediately a believer, never questioning whether they could truly exist. Although I lived in Manhattan, I would take my little monocular Grandpa had given me to my dirty window, and search the lit sky for any mysterious activity. Of course, I never saw one. They don’t like New York. As I got older, people found out about my love for extraterrestrial life. It scared some people off, and drew others closer. One of those people was Phil. I met him in fifth grade, when we were just nine years old. I was a little older – he was born in March, I in January. We became best friends, sharing a weird obsession. When we got to eighth grade, the alien thing really started to surface – like it never had before. During classes, we’d read alien books behind our math ones. We always sat in the back of classes so no one could see what we were doing. We’d discuss aliens and UFOs over lunch, asking each other, "Have you seen one yet?" But of course we didn’t. We were still in Manhattan, after all. We graduated from high school together, and we knew what we were going to do. We’d been planning it since ninth grade. We would make enough money for a round trip to Roswell, and stay there as long as it took. We were going to find some aliens. We never thought about college – the real way to get money. We just went on to odd jobs, and Phil actually got a day job at Cheesegrease Pizza. Weird name, greasy pizza. We finally saved around four thousand dollars – it took half a year to get. Our parents encouraged us to college first, so we could get a job in Roswell. Of course, they didn’t really want us to go, but at this point they had learned that we’d do anything to find out more about aliens. And this was the ultimate alien-seeking trip. Roswell, New Mexico, USA. The place where at least half the town claims to have seen a UFO and quite a few have been abducted. Never any real proof… but we believed. We left on my birthday, not even thinking about the fact that I’d just turned nineteen. Phil’s birthday would be soon, but it might be forgotten, too. It was the first time I’d flown, and all I could think about was "This must be how it is in a UFO." Phil was thinking the same thing. When we reached Roswell, it was daytime. We checked into a diner/hotel called "E.T.’s Hideout." It sounded like a perfect place. Then again, every diner in Roswell has a name like that. We searched the skies all the time, talking to locals about what they’d seen. They all described it a little differently, but one thing was always the same: "The thing could just hover. Like a helicopter, but no noise. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen…" We especially watched for lights at night. Night seemed to be the aliens’ favorite time to show up. If so, why weren’t we seeing anything? We were in the most alien-ridden place, at the most alien-ridden time of day. What were we doing wrong? On our third week in Roswell, we saw one. A green light was speeding around in the sky, far away and fast. We weren’t gonna let this one go. Phil fumbled for his camera and snapped a few shots of it. I just got up and started running. "We’ve gotta catch that thing!" I yelled. Phil agreed and followed me, the camera still around his neck. We ran for at least fifteen minutes, until we came to the light. It was directly above us. We’d been waiting for this. Phil took a shot without flash of me looking up at the light. It then hovered, just like everyone said it would. "Oh…" said Phil, gasping for breath. "It’s so awesome…" All I could do was nod. Suddenly, more lights came on, swirling in a concentric circle around the first one. We realized now how big the UFO was – the diameter had to be at least a hundred feet. We just stared. The UFO dropped slowly, a quiet, deep moaning noise coming from its engine – or what ever made it go. It landed on the desert floor ten feet away from me. I could see three feet on the bottom of it, keeping its circular body from tipping over. Phil was snapping pictures like crazy. A little tube came out from the center of the bottom of the hull. A hole opened in it, and there stood an alien. I was so nervous that I said something goofy. "We are friends. We come in peace." I don’t know where it came from, but it’s what I said. The alien responded in a voice with an accent like I’ve never heard before. "Come inside. We must discuss something." Its voice was high and strange sounding – I can’t describe it. Phil kept snapping pictures as he followed along. The alien told us to stand in the tube it had come out of, and we did. We had to stand next to it, and I could smell the alien. It was a good smell, but just so weird… Inside the UFO, there was enough light to see what the alien looked like. It was pale green, just like I’d heard it described, although its body and face were more human-like than I had expected. The inside was clean and white, what material I don’t know. We passed a few other aliens along the way, and they made no indication that they’d noticed us. We couldn’t tell a lot of difference between the males and females. They all looked the same, and wore no clothes. Phil said, "How the hell do they have sex?" I shut him up as we continued. The alien led us to a warmly lit room, with a square pedestal in the middle. I felt it, and it was soft, like a bed. I guessed it was for sleeping on. "So why are we here?" I asked the alien who was our guide. "We need servants on our home planet. Where better to get them than earth? All the other life forms in the universe are either too weak or too stupid. Humans are perfect." I was scared to death. Would they take us as slaves? "Lie down," instructed the alien, and I was too afraid to refuse. I was almost sure this one was male, but I couldn’t tell. Phil was directed to another room, and I felt pretty lonely. The alien left the room and closed the door. A few minutes later, another alien came in. I had heard all the stories, and knew what was going to happen. My vision wavered for a second, and then cleared again. The alien was gone, replaced by one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. It was a trick; this was the alien, but I couldn’t help getting hard when she took off her clothes. She was so sexy… She lay down on top of me, and got right to business. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled of my boxers, exposing my throbbing cock. I knew this was sick and wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. She lowered herself onto my penis, and I felt a warm, wet pussy surround me. It felt so good… I pushed myself into her, gasping for breath. I was almost paralyzed by this. Finally I came, spurting my juice into her. She got up and walked away, back into the depths of the UFO. "Thank you for your contribution," said the guide alien, as we left the UFO. "Your semen will be used to create a long line of humans. You should be proud." I was freaked out. "What about Phil?" I asked, but he ignored me. He just handed me the camera and escorted me onto the desert again. He said thank you again, and then the UFO lifted into the air, out of sight. I still think about it sometimes. I sometimes wonder if it really happened and then I study the pictures Phil took. It really happened. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 42