Specimens
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! Ever wonder what aliens might think about us? This one is a little dark folks. No ET in this one.
** Specimens**
** By William W. Kelso**
I have no idea how long I have been here in this horrible and sad place, nor any idea how the others who share my prison have been here. Some were here when I arrived, others have been added later. I looked at the strange creature in the case across from mine and it looked back at me, its brilliant gem like eye's pupil expanding and contracting at times so I knew it was still alive, I think we all are. It might have been beautiful once. I turned my eyes as far as I could and was able to see the woman in the case next to mine, and sometimes her eyes stared back at me, the terror in them as new as it was all those years ago, for I have no doubt it has been years, perhaps millennium. Time has no meaning in this place of horrible unwanted eternal life.
I can still remember everything that happened as if it was yesterday; it plays over and over in my mind in an endless loop. I was taken from a ship in mid ocean along with the rest of my crewmates, but after that I never saw them again. I have no idea if they shared my fate, or were luckier. I do not know where the woman came from as there had been none onboard the old freighter. One minute I was checking our course with the GPS, I started to feel lightheaded, and then I woke up someplace else. At first I wasn't sure as to what had happened, but when I saw the creatures that had taken me I knew I had been "abducted" by aliens. I really wish all they had done was to "probe" me; and they did do that, but also much more.
*I woke up naked, strapped to a table or platform of some kind. As soon as I was awake all sorts of tests; at least that's what they seemed to be, were performed on me. Some tests were done by machines, others by the aliens, and some by both at the same time. Some tests were very intrusive, and some also very painful, but when I screamed they usually stopped that test, or were more careful with it. I never actually saw my alien captors as they wore environmental suits of some kind, but they were very large and had way more limbs then they should have. Their "voices" sounded more like the clicks and chittering sounds bugs make. They ignored my questions, and finally my screams, when I asked them why they were doing this to me. Didn't they know I was an intelligent being? The tests went on for several days, and for the short breaks I was put into a small room with a soft sponge like floor. It was hot and the air smelled funny, and the gunk I was given to eat tasted horrible. But I ate it because I was hungry all the time. I guess the tests went on for about five days; or close to it, as I had no watch to tell time with. Then a new development rose. On the last day of the tests a kind of headset was fitted onto my neck and back of my head and attached somehow. I couldn't get it off no matter how hard I tried; it was like it was part of my skin, but since it didn't hurt I quickly came to accept it as something I could do nothing about. Its function soon became apparent; I called it the "slave collar" as they controlled me with it like a living puppet. When it activated I'd become totally helpless and completely under their control, but fully aware of whatever happened. The first couple of days they used it to "familiarize" themselves with their new toy. At first I lurched around like Frankenstein's monster, but they soon got the hang of their new toy. It was horribly degrading to be under someone else's control so completely and totally. *
Then one day as I was sitting in my cell I suddenly felt the tingle that meant the collar had been activated. I got to my feet; I no longer had any control, and walked over to the door and waited. An alien in a biosuit opened it and I obediently followed the huge creatures down a short corridor to another door. It opened into what I can only call an arena or operating theater. It wasn't very large, the room being round, and had a hard pad on the floor. There was nothing in it, but I could see that about seven feet up the walls turned into tinted windows that ran completely around the room. A thick yellowish mist or fog swirled on the other side of the glass, and I caught brief glimpses of sharp pincher like claws and chitin like skin. I just stood and waited for whatever might develop, I had no choice.
To say I was shocked and surprised when another door opened and a human woman entered the room is an understatement. At first I was glad to see her until the alien's intentions became clear. She was about my age; maybe a little older, and rather plain but not ugly or anything, just not a great beauty. Not that I was a stud myself. She was shorter then I was; her breasts large but sagging just a little, her mound shaved with slightly protruding lips, her hips wide and waist not very narrow. We were both pretty ordinary examples of our race. She stared at me with terrified pleading eyes, and I'm sure my own reflected the same emotions. We stood facing each other for a minute, then behind her I saw a small port open in the wall and a swarm of small flying objects about the size of golf balls came swirling out and took up positions around us. They were featureless except for what I took to be lenses on their sides. They hovered, and seemed to be waiting for something. I felt a sudden tingle in my balls and felt myself start to get an erection. It was completely involuntary; I had no control over even that function. NO, I thought when I realized what was about to happen, damn it, this is wrong! We're not animals!
The woman turned around and jerkily dropped to all fours and presented herself to me, her pink lips glistening wetly. She had no choice either as she also wore a collar. In spite of what was happening; and to my horror, I felt a stirring of lust; it had been a long time since I'd been with a woman, but not like this! I tried to fight it, but it was useless. I got down on my knees behind her, and of its own accord my hand reached up and pressed the head of my penis against her pussy lips, and bending forward I pushed into her and grasping her around her waist I started fucking her with steady mechanical thrusts like a machine. We made no sounds, no moans, no gasps of pleasure, and no screams of terror or shame. But I felt it, and God help me it felt good, and I know she did too. Whether or not she "enjoyed" it as much as I did I'll never know. I needed to come almost right away, but no matter how long I fucked her I couldn't, the bastards were controlling even that bodily function. The little floating balls flew all around use recording our "mating habits" for the alien scientists. Finally, after several hours, I was allowed to come and climax, again perfectly silently though I wanted to scream at the agonizing ecstasy of my massive orgasm. And it wasn't over yet, as I dismounted the woman sat down and rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, her terrified eyes staring up at me in resignation, and again I mounted her and started fucking her like a remote controlled robot. But this time I could look into her eyes as I mated with her, the little flying things zooming in as close as possible to make their recordings. Her eyes were a pretty green, and looked back at me with pleasure, disbelief, horror, and numerous other emotions flickering in them. I tried desperately to speak, to tell her I was sorry, that I didn't want to be raping her, but I couldn't even open my mouth. I'd like to think she knew though, that this horror was involuntary on my part as well. Finally several hours later I was allowed to come again, sweat pouring off our bodies. She clenched her eyes shut as she shuddered under me and I realized they had caused her to orgasm as well, and when her eyes opened there was fading pleasure in them, and maybe a little sadness that we hadn't met under other circumstances. I dismounted and stood up, she got up, and then we both turned around and left through the same doors we'd entered by. And it was over, for that day. Five more times I was forcefully mated with the poor woman, each time taking hours as we performed for our masters, then it was over and the real horror began.
I woke up as I felt the now familiar tingle in my neck from the collar, and stood up to face the door. I figured I'd be having sex with the woman again, and to my shame part of me was looking forward to it. After hours of stimulation my orgasms had been excruciatingly pleasurable, I had never had such great sex before I'm ashamed to admit. But had I been given a choice I would have refused, it just wasn't right. As I left my cell I turned in the opposite direction and walked to another door. I entered and walked to a large complicated looking machine with a large clear walled tank in the middle. It looked like it was full of a clear liquid that steamed in the chill air, but I couldn't tell what it was. Two mechanical arms grabbed my own arms and lifted me up. I was carried over the top of the tank and suspended above it, then slowly lowered into the tank feet first. As my feet touched the clear fluid I realized it wasn't water, it was much too thick, and it had the consistency of thick pudding and was very warm. As the arms lowered me I sank in to my knees, hips, waist, and finally neck. The thick warm fluid actually felt good against my skin, slick and soothing. A smaller arm snaked down and removed the slave collar from my neck, and then the arms lowered me the rest of the way into the thick goop. I screamed as I tilted my head up for a last breathe of air. Oh my God I thought, they're going to drown me! I tried to struggle, but the stuff was so thick it was almost impossible and at the most I squirmed a little. Terrified I held my breath as long as possible but finally my desperate body forced me to try and breathe, and when I opened my mouth the stuff forced its way into my throat and lungs and suddenly I could breathe again, or at least was getting oxygen somehow. The arms held me in place and more arms entered the tank and they arranged me with one arm at a slight angle to my side, one arm held out to the side, and my legs fairly well spread. Then I felt the warm goo harden around me, and when the arms let me go and retracted I couldn't move at all and was held suspended in the center of the tank, encased in the now solid seeming goo like a bug in amber. All I could move was my eyes, even my fingers were immobilized.
For some time nothing happened, but then a great many smaller appendages, more like tentacles then arms, snaked into the tank from both the top and the bottom. Needles plunged into me in several places and I watched as my dark red blood was sucked out through the clear tubes attached to some of them, and a clear liquid was pumped in through others to replace my blood. The cold liquid tingled and burned at first, but slowly my whole body became numb. This was kept up until the tubes sucking fluid out of my body were clear as well, then the needles and tubes were removed. And even though my blood had been completely drained I was still very much alive as the clear fluid now pumped through my veins. I could still feel my body, but the sensation was different. I do not know if this was deliberate or not, but I would soon be grateful for it, more grateful then you can possibly imagine. Again nothing happened for awhile and I almost fell asleep in my warm quiet prison, but then I saw movement out of the corners of my eyes.
This time dozens of the tentacles plunged into the seemingly solid goo, moving through it effortlessly leaving no bubbles or distortions in the clear fluid that I could see. If I could have screamed at what I saw on the ends of some of those appendages I would have. There was no mistaking the glittering blades of scalpels and other similar instruments. And they went to work on me in a blur too fast to watch as I slowly, carefully, scientifically, had a vivisection performed on me while I was alive, very much awake and aware. They moved over my body in a blur of flashing flickering blades, bursts of laser light, and performed other functions as they flayed me, opened my ribcage and other parts of my body, cutting away pieces of bone to reveal the marrow inside, unwrapped muscles and other tissue, removed tissue and organs only to reattach them in a way they could be displayed better. One leg and arm were dissected down to the bone, the skin and muscles laid out anatomically correct, the top of my head was removed to display the convoluted shape of my brain, one half of my face was peeled back down to the bone, one eye was removed and reattached to float disembodied in the clear goo and I could still see with it. My internal organs were treated the same way, my penis was split in two, one half spread to show the internal structure, one testicle pulled far out from a slit in my scrotum. My ribcage was spread like a hideous butterfly wings to expose my lungs and still beating heart, and more, and more. And I remained alive and aware the whole time, screaming in my mind. But there was no pain, I could FEEL every cut, every laser burn, everything that happened, but somehow there was no pain, only a mild itching discomfort, and even it eventually faded. I never even passed out. And after several hours it ended, the tentacles retracted and I was left along, a living anatomy lesson. For some reason I thought of the frogs I'd dissected in school. The only thing I could move was my eyes, and the only other part of me that showed any signs of life was my slowly beating heart as it pumped the clear fluid that had replaced my blood through my veins to my now widely scattered anatomy. And I wanted die, oh God how I wanted to die! But evidently it wasn't allowed; the aliens wanted their specimens to stay in good health.
After awhile the tank suddenly began to move and was taken to another chamber and the woman was waiting for me again, but we would never touch one another again, never feel anther human body against our own. She had undergone the same horrible procedure I had and floated in gory splendor in her own tank, her green eyes staring about in utter terror. I'm not sure but I think she's insane now. Our tanks were loaded into shipping containers and the lights went out for quite some time. It was quiet and peaceful, but at times I was aware of movement. Finally my tank was unpacked and I found myself inside a large building in what looked like a loading dock. As I watched the woman's tank was also unpacked. And for the first time I saw the aliens clearly, they looked like a cross between ants and crabs with fur covered backs and way too many eyes. Completely and totally alien, as I'm sure we looked to them. Our tanks were put onto some sort of moving platforms and taken from the work area into a spacious area I can only call a museum as there were many more tanks like mine, but they didn't contain humans, but instead aliens of every possible description. Whether they were intelligent or just animals who knows, but to the aliens running the museum it evidently didn't make any difference. We moved through the display area to what looked like a lab where the tanks glass; or whatever they were made of, were cleaned and polished. Then several tentacles were lowered into my tank and made some last minute "adjustments". My floating eye was able to turn and look at what they were doing. A clear tube was inserted into the un-dissected half of my penis and urethra tube and snaked down into my testicles. The tentacles withdrew and I soon found out what they were doing. An alien pressed a button on a small console and that half of my penis became erect, hard and rampant, the alien pressed another button and if I could have moaned in pleasure I would have as it felt like my penis was sliding in and out of the soft warm wet lips of a vagina, then the alien pressed another button and I had a violently pleasurable orgasm. Cum spurted from the tip of my half penis through the clear tube, briefly formed a cloud on the clear goo, then faded and disappeared. They did something to the woman too, and her whole body gave a brief shudder and I'm sure she was orgasming as well. And then we were ready for display, the newest aliens for their museum of living specimens.
My tank was put on a pedestal facing the woman's tank which was mounted on a similar pedestal. I could see a screen playing sequences of us copulating over and over, and visitors would press buttons curiously in order to see us experience sexual release. I was a popular display and the buttons got pressed more times a day then I could count until I was in an almost constant sexual euphoria. I don't need to eat, sleep, relieve myself, all I do is exist. I welcome the sexual manipulation as at least that way I can feel pleasure, however sometimes some joker won't press all the buttons and I'll have a hard-on or feel like I'm fucking someone, often for hours. Finally some curator; probably not wanting one of the prized exhibits to be damaged, installed a timer delay so that if all the buttons aren't pressed within a certain period of time the stimulation to the specimen is finished automatically, much to my relief.
As with all displays eventually the "public" grew tired of the new aliens and were slowly moved farther and farther into the depths of the museum until were finally put in storage. As they wheeled us into the warehouse I saw literally thousands of similar tanks stacked on shelves up to the ceiling. We were lifted about half way up and put side by side on one of the shelves across from other specimens. And we are all wide awake and aware, all of the time, whatever we have for eyes staring at whatever we can see, never even blinking as we cannot even more our eyelids, or whatever we have. Why they left us the ability to move our eyes or other optical appendages I'll never understand. Maybe it's so interested viewers will know we're really alive and not fakes. And I have a feeling it will be forever, a horrible kind of immortality. But at least we serve a scientific cause. I do wish I could die though, or at least go insane.
** The End**
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