A Letter From Beyond

Author: Sci

Dear Mom;

I have decided to tell you everything, because I know you can take it, and I know how much you worry. You can decide on how much to tell dad and the others.

This is a hard story to tell, so please bear with me. First let me assure everyone that I was not kidnapped, at least not in the earthly sense, and I’m certainly not dead. In fact there is a good chance that I will live for centuries. And tell my friends and family that I am happy and in good health. Damned good health.

You’ll never believe where I am writing this letter from, so I won’t bother telling you until I relate my story. Not that telling it will make it more believable, but it might help me retain my sanity. It started with my college job…

As an assistant librarian it was my job to finish organizing the books, then lock up each night. It was a boring job, but it helped pay my tuition. It played hell with my dating life, not that I’ve had much since high school. It’s hard to take full time college and a full time job too. I wouldn’t recommend it to anybody. In Junior High my parents wouldn’t let me date so I wouldn’t sleep with anybody and screw up my life. In high school I had a full time job and didn’t have much time to date. Now, there’s not even time for sleep.

I’m normally considered a pretty sexy girl, I have long brown hair, legs that could kill, and average sized tits that were just firm enough to gain attention without looking fake. I was happy with my body, and once I grow used to my hectic schedule I might be able to resume dating. It’s not like I don’t get offers, but most of the offers come from geeks.

The absolute worst part of my job is locking up and ten o’clock at night, then riding my bike back to my apartment in the darkness. There were two ways to the main college entrance and my apartment beyond. One took me over five miles of smooth, street light lit roads, and the other through one mile of dark woods on a well-worn path used as a shortcut. I took the shortcut, of course, it got me home must earlier, which translated into more study time and more sleep. But it was a horrifying ride surrounded by the darkest woods imaginable, trying to follow the path using the shaky light from my battery powered headlight. I knew if a campus slayer decided to kill defenseless college girls on our campus, I would be the first victim.

During my trips through the woods I have caught couples in the act of making love, deer snorting and running off, and racoons too stupid or too slow to get out of the way. Ok, they aren’t stupid they’re adorable, but they have scared years of life out of me.

There were also many unidentifiable sounds, sounds so scary that I didn’t stick around to identify them. I was scared shitless on that path, if I had been smart I would have bought a cheap car rather than using my bicycle, but I was counting every penny and a car costs lots of pennies.
Oh, why am I beating around the bush instead of telling my story? Ok, here it is. One night I was taking the woods path when I suddenly found my surroundings lit as bright as day. Since there was no sound I immediately thought “asteroid”. I know, it sounds stupid now, but I had just seen the movie. You had to be in my shoes to appreciate how scary the situation was.

I pulled my bike over to the side of the path and shaded my eyes as I looked up at the light. It was hovering above me. The next moment every nerve in my body tingled and I blacked out.
I felt myself falling. My eyes sprang open and I found myself in some strange chair, falling toward the floor. With a clank, my chair suddenly stopped. With a slight whir, I felt my legs being opened to cooler air. It was washing over my pussy. In horror, I realized that I was sitting in the chair naked. I tried to pull myself out, and found I couldn’t move. The chair had formed itself around my body, becoming my prison, although it was extremely comfortable.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, still struggling despite the futility of it.
“Sounds like the new girl is awake,” a voice came from my right.
“Who… who is there?” I called excitedly. “Can you get me out of here?”
“Sorry dear, we are all in the same fix. Relax, they won’t hurt you.”
“What are they doing? Why am I here?” I asked in growing horror. The picture of the hovering light was still vivid in my mind.
“It’s milking time, girlie,” the voice said with some humor. “We are the cattle.”
“What’s that mean. Do they eat us?”
“Somewhat, but not in the horrid way you’re thinking,” another girl said with a laugh.
“I wish somebody would give me a straight answer,” I groaned.

“You want straight answers, I’ll give you one,” the last girl said in a more serious tone. “You have been captured by an alien ship. This entire ship is filled with women, both theirs and ours, because men die from the radiation created by their drive. We are their enzyme donors, they milk us and use our fluids like the old wooden ships used to use limes on long voyages. There is virtually no chance of escaping, but after three or four days of absolutely royal treatment, you won’t want too,” the girl said, then gasped.

“What’s the matter?” I asked in terror.
“Milking time, sweetie, it’s the best,” the woman sounded like she was on drugs. I tried to look around at my surrounding in the half light to see the women around me. It was impossible. I saw more chairs like mine, all sunken into the floor like mine with only the heads protruding, and all facing out in a circle. From what I could see behind me there were seven other chairs.

“Oh yes, contact,” the sexy voice said from my right.

“Viv, you are such a slut,” a good natured voice said from behind me. “Get ready, new girl. Relax and enjoy it, you’ll get used to it, but never stop liking it.”
“Ow,” I screamed as a needle pierced my left breast. In a moment the right breast was punctured too.

“Shit, we forgot to warn her,” Viv said suddenly.
“Sorry, girl, they inject a hormone to start your milk. They get enzymes from many sources. That’s the only pain you’ll ever feel, I promise.”
I felt somebody washing my pussy and inner thighs, and my eyes widened in terror.
“There’s somebody between my legs,” I gasped in horror.

“What the hell do you think we’ve been talking about?” Viv said with a laugh.
I heard a woman moaning behind me. Soon she was joined by several others. It sounded like a room full of women having sex. I felt the area of my pubic hair being washed again, then dried carefully. To my horror, I felt a cold device placed at the entrance to my pussy. In a moment it slid up inside my body.

“They’re putting something inside me!” I gasped to the room at large.
“Relax and enjoy it,” the other voice gasped.

“Relax, how can Iiieee…” I said as the device came to life inside me. It was pulsating, vibrating, and giving off an electrical charge that made my pussy and ass explode with excitement. There was no way to explain how wonderful it felt, or to explain how such a small device could feel so wonderful. I chalked it up to alien technology.

I felt my pussy thrusting forward obscenely with each pulsation of the milker. I could feel the suction inside me, although I could not hear the liquid being sucked from my body. The soundproofing in the room must have been phenomenal.

“Oh shit, this is so good,” I gasped into the room filled with pants and little screams.
“No shit, it’s the best,” Viv said from her chair. “Get ready, they always do you twice to get the most juice,” she gasped in the throes of passion.

Each time the milker surged, an electric shock smashed through my pussy, into my abdomen, and up to my tits. It was so exciting, far better than normal sex. All I missed was the touch of another person.

The milker kept thrusting it’s way inside, it’s suction was so strong it closed me up inside during each pulsation. With the vulgar machine milking my pussy, and my slender legs being forced open for the world to see, I couldn’t have felt more helpless, or more sexy. I never wanted the feeling to end.

The fire started in my loins, building with a liquid fire I knew would fry my brains, but I welcomed the terrifying event with overjoyed pants and excited murmurs. With a scream, I felt my loins being devastated by the biggest orgasm I had ever felt. Wave after wave rocked my lower body. I smashed my pussy into the wonderful milker, trying to get more depth out of it. Just as my orgasm quieted, the milker was turned off, leaving me totally satisfied and spent. I heard the second woman chuckle from my left.

“Pretty good, huh?”
“Oh it was heavenly,” I gasped as my body melted into the black padded chair.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter how many years you’ve been here, it still thrills you to the core.”
“Years? How long have you been here?” I asked in alarm.
“I think… probably about fifteen years,” the woman said thoughtfully.
“What year is it?” Viv asked from my right.

“2000,” I said, realizing that I would never escape.
“I’ve been here 18 years and haven’t aged a day,” the other woman said in wonder.
“One of the benefits of space travel, Kitten,” Viv said with a laugh.
“Ah… Kitten, we don’t spend all that time in these chairs, do we.”
“Hell no,” Kitten laughed, joined by several other voices. “Just wait until you see our harem, as we call it. It is absolutely palatial.”

“Wait until you see the view from the control room,” another voice said eagerly.
“Or the women in the control room,” Viv said playfully. “If you’ve ever wanted to see a room full of living dolls, here’s your chance. Not one of them is over four feet tall, and each one is absolutely beautiful.”

“I think they look too plastic,” another voice said.
“Uh oh, here we go again,” a voice warned from behind me.
Seconds after her warning, my pussy was attacked again. I didn’t think I could survive another orgasm like that, but I was willing to try. My pussy was even more alive this time. The machine surged in and out of my crotch, I could feel every small centimeter of it’s length deep inside me. I was tingling from my hair to my toes. The device was sucking me dry, the electricity was setting me on fire, even my tits were burning, craving attention.

“I am so hot,” I cried aloud.
“Honey, this is nothing compared to how you will feel when you’ve been on the medicine for a week,” Kitten said in a low sexy voice.

“What medicine?”
“The medicine that makes you the sexiest, most responsive creature on Earth,” Kitten said with relish.

“I don’t want any more needles,” I gasped between surges.
“No needles, one pill will last you a lifetime,” Kitten said in a louder, less controlled voice.
“Shit, I’m coming,” Viv said from my right.

I wasn’t coming yet, but I was burning. My loins seemed to be filled with fire, churning with the liquid heat of a massive orgasm. I was so hot that I craved the orgasm so I could relax and cool the fire in my loins. But there was a lot I missed. I wanted to feel hands on my tits, a mouth on my pussy, and another on my lips. I wanted to crawl up inside somebody and die.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, feeling the crest of an orgasm building inside me. “Oh shit, this is so big,” I screamed. I felt myself trying to hold back the orgasm, now a little afraid of it. I knew it would kill me, I would go up in a spurt of flame.

I bucked and jerked in my chair as the orgasm tore through my loins, clenching and unclenching my pussy and ass as it struck, faded, then struck again. I screamed a long, drawn out scream with my eyes tightly shut, waiting to die from the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. To my surprise the spasms began to lessen and die out. I was still alive and in one piece. My body was drenched in sweat from head to toe. I was shaking and gasping for breath.

“You don’t have asthma do you?” a voice asked from above me. I screamed and jerked back, then saw a beautiful woman standing above me. The chair suddenly began to raise up out of the floor. My legs closed and I realized that the milker had been removed. When, I didn’t know. As the chair clanked to a stop, the black pad holding me tightly against my chest suddenly slid away and I found myself sitting in a fairly normal chair with the beautiful woman admiring my body.
“I’m Viv,” she said, extending her hand. I shook it in awe and looked around myself. Other women were leaving the room. One absolutely ravishing black woman approached my chair. I knew she must be Kitten. As she stood beside me in the subdued light, I saw that she must be half black and half white. She was one of the most beautiful and sexy women I have ever seen. She had freckles, of all things, that made her look absolutely beautiful. “I’m Kitten,” she said with a smile, extending her hand.