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