I was walking home from the club after a fight with my dealer. I was a wreck and needed some shit bad. I had the shakes and I felt queasy. Then my damn heel broke and I fell on my face and hit my head. When I looked up, there was a bright light. A large vehicle was in front of me and a dark shadow came out. Wracked with pain, I asked if he had any drugs. He laughed and took my arm. I was led aboard this fucked up place filled with men. Not ordinary men. Bald, scrawny men. They all moved to touch my giant tits and probe my pussy. The leader screeched at them in a foreign language, making them know that I was his. In his quarters, he turned to me and showed me a giant penis. It was fucking huge. “Drugs.” I begged. He seemed to understand and injected me with something that burned like fire. I felt like I was on the edge of a massive orgasm. He pushed me to the pallet, climbing on top of me, forcing his monster cock into me. I felt my pussy tear but there was no pain. Then he bit me on the tit, his fangs sinking into my flesh. I felt my skin melt and I became a fuck machine. I rode my alien lover in every position as he squealed and dumped loads of cosmic ooze into my slit. Afterward, he injected me again and blackness took me.
I woke up on a grassy knoll. I wondered how long I’d been out and if it had been a hallucination. In my hand was a bag of sci-fi looking injectors like my captor had used. As I struggled to my feet, I felt something move inside of me, like the kicking of the unborn. Had I been used as a breeder for the alien race or was it just the drugs taking their toll.
To be continued….
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