Deflowered
Krystal was deflowered.
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Deflowered
A blue vixen who wore skimpy, golden attire mainly consisting of a golden bra-like top and nothing but a small white loincloth was sitting inside a small spaceship. She bought a bottle of merlot on the way home.
Suddenly, she noticed a giant shadow above her. "OMG!" She seemed to fix her flashing eyes upon the deep shadow before her; then in a moment they acquired a vacant, terrified stare. The object was like molten lead. The shape shifted, seemingly at random, taking either an organic form or geometric angles. As it moved there was no gust of wind, no sound, as if somehow it did not even displace the air. It showed up on radar but only faintly.
"Spaceship? Is it friend or foe?" She was put in a fluster by the unexpected guest.
It seemed to have two very bright lights at the front and a white light flashing round and round underneath. She was teleported into the spaceship in the blink of an eye. Soon, nearly all lights were out.
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The vixen woke up and looked round for a while with a startled expression, unable to realize where she was. She began to check her clothes; she was still dressed in her casual clothes - for now. The room was bright as daylight and she noticed some weird devices. She was curious about everything she saw. She tried to open the door to escape, but discovered that the door would not open.
Some men entered the chamber when she was checking the devices. The atmosphere changed as soon as the strangers walked in. One of the men was tall and thin, with a glittering eye and a hook nose. The other was short and stout, with a round face and a bushy mustache. When she saw the strangers, she began to ask questions.
A duck showed her a hand-held scanner, "Scan your paw," he announced in a deep voice.
She looked at the duck, her eyes cold as ice. "Are you deaf? XXXXX!"
The duck brushed back his blond hair. "Well, not really," he replied. "But we have the right not to answer your questions. BTW, a girl should not say dirty words. Now scan your paw, or else..."
She tried to attack them but suddenly she could not move her limbs. She felt like someone grabbed her right arm and forced her paw onto the scanner. After scanning her paw, she could move her limbs again.
"As you can see, we can kill you easily," said the mouse in a firm voice. "Now we'll wait for the result."
The small screen which was attached to the scanner showed 'Searching Data...' A few minutes later, the screen showed 'Krystal, Trainee of Team Star Fox'.
Krystal looked at the screen with a puzzled face.
The mouse raised his eyebrows. "Krystal, nice name."
Krystal cleared her throat. "Who are you?" asked her. "What do you want from me?"
"We are Aliens and we are collecting hymen now," said the calico cat seriously, "some mothers want to remain as virgin after labor. Also some girls who got raped want to repair their hymen."
"Aliens? Re-build hymen?" asked Krystal, now clearly confused. "You don't look like Aliens and there is no way you can re-build a torn hymen."
** The mouse flashed Krystal a smile. "This is not our true form and yes, we earn big bucks from re-building hymen. Anyway, you'll die immediately if you are not a virgin."**
** "I am a virgin," answered Krystal proudly.**
"Now let's get into the business," the duck intoned in a lordly manner.
"We don't want to tear your precious clothes," said the mouse in his most professional tone. "Why don't you strip yourself?"
Krystal was silent for a moment.
The cat looked at Krystal. "What are you waiting for?" said he impatiently.
"No way," said Krystal, surprised. "I refuse."
"There are many high-tech ways to remove your clothes, which are very painful," the duck told the vixen.
"OK, I'll do it," responded Krystal. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and let it drop onto the floor; and then she released her loincloth.
The cat raised his eyebrows. "She is not wearing underwear and her pubic hair is thick as bush,"** said he. "That's pretty irregular."**
"She is not wearing bra and her breasts are small as ping-pong ball!" the mouse wondered aloud.
"Her buttocks look like two bowling balls," the duck pointed out as he lifted up Krystal's bushy tail. "But the hole is so small, I guess she hates anal sex."
** Krystal was totally flattened by their sarcasms.**
** The cat crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Now you are going to find out the fate of your hymen."**
** At that moment, the floor parted and a weird-looking bed rising slowly.**
** Krystal stared, dumbstruck, at the bed. "What the..."**
** "We tend to use medieval torture devices because they are more inhumanity," the mouse looked at Krystal. "Now, on to the bed."**
They took Krystal's wrists and stretched them to opposite corners of the headboard. They reached behind the headboard and pulled out leather cuffs with shiny metal buckles attached to glistening metal chains that went behind the bed. She was going to be bound. The chains clanged as they tightened them. When they finished, her arms were stretched out, the muscles taut.
Suddenly, Krystal recalled a torture device called 'The Rack'. Eventually, the victim's bones were dislocated with a loud crack. 'The rack' was commonly considered the most painful form of medieval torture. She wrinkled her brow. "Please don't dislocate my bones." The bed was big, and she'd have to spread them wide. Everything would be exposed.
The cat and the mouse went to Krystal's light-blue feet. Her ankles were attached quickly, and they both stepped back to look at their handiwork. Her body felt as though it was stretched, all of her muscles were taut.
"Oh yes, you are going to be split and stretched," the duck told Krystal. He always loved this part. To see the look on the woman's faces as their legs were spread so wide that they feared they'd split up the middle.
Krystal could not do anything as they separated the two woods that held her arms. They purposely did it slowly. They wanted to see her facial expressions and hear her moans. They spread out wide to the sides, and that made her muscles stretch. "Let me go!"
It scared her when they went to her legs and began to part the woods. It was though each man wanted to see how wide he could spread her legs without tearing her. It felt as though her pussy was open so with that everyone could see inside her.
The duck went out to the hallway and came back in with a towel, closing his bedroom door behind him. "It's hair trimming time!" He got started, clipping the hairs short and dropping the cut hairs along the side of the towel. He trimmed along the top of her pubic bone first, then worked down along her labia.
The cat rinsed a towel under hot water, wrung it out, and laid it on Krystal's cropped mound. What now? She thought. While he was waiting, he squeezed her right breast hard and she cried out as his mouth muffled her screams and he pulled roughly at her nipple. After about 5 minutes, he pulled back the warm towel and examined her remaining hairs. He nodded and giggled, now he could shave her with ease. Picking up a sharp razor, he began shaving her smooth. Gently wiping her shorn mound with the moist towel, he carefully felt her skin. Finally, her pussy was smooth as a newborn baby.
Some devices clamped Krystal's labia and began to spread her hole as wide as possible - but not tearing her precious hymen. A mechanical eyeball began to scan her vagina and then transmitted the result on the screen. She lay on the table, eyes closed. Her chest heaved with a quiet sob, and tears welled up behind her eyelids, slipping down her cheeks without resistance.
The cat let out a low whistle as he examined it. "Microperforate hymen," declared he. "Very beautiful."
After the mechanical eye moved away from Krystal's secret garden, a laser gun was lowered down from the ceiling. "You are very healthy," said the duck with enthusiasm. "Your skin is beautiful and your tail is attractive." Paralyzed in fear, the scent of perturbation invaded the room. The gun looked real to her and the only sound she heard was the hum of the machine.
Suddenly, Krystal recalled Aliens tend to like to perform autopsy. She shook her fox head. "Please don't kill me."
"Don't worry, you won't feel any pains," said the duck in a mock-serious tone. "As long as you don't move during the whole process."
Finally, Krystal's hole was large as a tomato. "ARGH!" She sobbed hysterically, and her thin body was shaken.
The mouse hit some buttons on the panel. "Look! This is your hymen, remember to say good bye to it," said he. This was Krystal's first time seeing her own hymen.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked Krystal, her eyes looking curious.
For another few moments no one spoke. When the screen showed 'Locked on', the mouse pressed the ENTER key and the gun shot out a laser beam directly into Krystal's hole. She thought that she was going to be killed but the laser beam did not end her life. Instead, the laser beam began to slice her hymen slowly.
The cat shot Krystal a peevish glance. "Increase the heat, her hymen is surprisingly thick."
Krystal was startled. She stared at the cat, wide-eyed, as if not quite sure she had heard him correctly.
Soon, Krystal's pudenda was smoking but she did not feel any pains. She clenched her fists tightly, until her nails dug into the palm of her paw, but she barely noticed. The only thing she was really aware of, was the sound of the laser beam and her fate.
A dazzling smile burst over the mouse's chubby face. "We are almost done!"
The duck manipulated two mechanical fingers to pick up a small container to seal the hymen. When the laser gun finished slicing Krystal's hymen, the mouse controlled the mechanical fingers to extract the hymen and then placed into the container which would be kept in the fridge for future use. Holding the container, the duck studied it thoughtfully. "It should be very valuable," said he.
The cat examined Krystal's hole. The operation was a success, the laser beam did not harm her vagina and she did not bleed a lot. She was hurt, angry, nonplussed.
"Ok, you can leave now," said a new stranger with a sneer. The man who came toward Krystal was over six feet tall but walked with his head bent forward. His wavy gray hair did not seem to fit with the thick black eyebrows that almost met in the middle.
Krystal looked at the man, her eyes glittering with hate, but she was too weak to respond.
"Thank you for your hymen, we will make full use of it," said the man, his brown eyes twinkling.
"We will cherish your clothes," the cat quipped.
They released Krystal but her thighs were too pain to move. The duck and the mouse helped her to shut her legs. Her legs hurt and she could not stand. She thought her legs were broken or torn. Meanwhile, the cat wiped away her tears. Finally, they helped her with make-up.
Before Krystal could say any dirty words, she was teleported back to her own spaceship. She quickly examined her pussy. That was not a dream, her hymen was really gone. She sighed as she put on new clothes. Her boyfriend pleaded to take her chastity away but she insisted to give him only after they got married. Sadly, her first time was stolen by the pervert Aliens instead. Her eyes looked pained. "Don't cry over spilled milk," she told herself.
The end.