S1 Week 1 EP 5
Oh, fuck me. A whimper escaped my lips. This isn’t happening.
An explosion of heat rocked my body, making every one of my muscles contract.
The skin on my nipple tightened, and then something cool pressed against the surface, and I cringed at the sensation. It felt like tiny needles pinpricking my flesh, the feeling almost too much to bear. And then pressure set in, followed by the soft hum of the overhead lights.
“Stop.” My voice cracked with raw emotion. “Please. I just want to…”
But the words died in my throat, and I thrashed about, trying to break free. But an invisible force held me in place, keeping me in the seat.
A searing heat hit my breasts, making them ache.
“It’s too much, stop...”
But the Gray remained, the syringe pushing further into my flesh. And then there was a pop, and the needle broke free of the skin barrier.
A warm sensation spread to my breast as the liquid entered my body, filling my soul with euphoria.
‘Almost complete,’ it chirped in my mind.
“No...” my words were a whisper. “You can’t do this.”
‘We have to—’
“I just want to go home.” Tears burned my eyes, and my chest heaved with the thought. “Please, take me home.”
‘We can’t do that.’ The voice was cool and collected. ‘There’s too much at stake—’
“You can’t...” Anger rose. “You can’t do this to me. I’m human for fuck’s sake.”
‘That is why we must.’
“Just let me go.” I strained against the force holding me in place. “Dammit. Just release me. Now.”
‘The subject’s heart rate has increased.’
‘That’s to be expected.’
“You’re not real.” A surge of panic mixed with my growing anger. “None of this is real.” I pulled on the invisible binds holding me to the chair.
A high-pitched whine filled my ears, and I winced at the onslaught. My mind raced, trying to figure out what was happening. Then a loud pop, followed by the hum of crickets, added to the chaos in my head.
“It’s not real...” The words tumbled out.
‘I’m afraid this is very much real.’ The voice was cool and detached, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.
‘It’ll be over in a moment,’ another Gray’s voice crooned in my head. ‘Then we can put you to sleep.’
The Grays busied themselves one moment and then froze, their dark eyes locked on me. Then, without warning, a flash of white light filled my vision, and the familiar hum of the overhead lights returned.
“Wake up. Wake up,” I chanted the words like a mantra. “Wake. The. Fuck. Up!”
‘You’re almost there—’
“Fuck You!” A scream ripped from my mouth.
“Shhh...” The voice was soothing. “Calm down.”
“Calm down?” I spat. “You’re not real.”
“We’re very much real.”
And then the pressure of an elastic rubber band snapped against my breast, and my chest heaved.
“There,” the voice said. “All done.”
I glanced down, my vision just clearing.
My breasts, swollen and red, had something that looked like a pimple on each mound, almost like a nipple but clear in color. It stood erect, and fluid beaded on the tip before sliding down the side of my breast, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake.
“Oh, shit.” My mind raced with the thought, and then something cool pressed against my right nipple, and I gasped for air. “What the fuck?”
“Just a moment longer.” The voice dripped with pride and a hint of excitement. “And then we’re done.”
“No...” But just like before, my body tensed, and I strained against the force holding me in place. “You can’t do this.”
But the coolness of a needle pressed against my skin, and I turned my head, willing myself to wake from this nightmarish hell. But with each passing second, the scene played out in unison, as if it were on a loop.
First, the prick, then the pop of the needle breaking the skin, followed by the pressure and warmth of the liquid filling my body. Then, the hum of machinery, the whine of an invisible drill, and then pop.
Finally, relief washed over me, and I slipped deeper in to the darkness pulling me under.
‘It’s almost over.’
“Am I almost home,” I muttered.
‘Yes, almost ready to go to your new home.’
“It’s not real,” I repeated the words.
‘Try to relax.’
“This isn’t happening.” The sensation of drinking one shot of whiskey too many washed across my body.
‘I assure you, it is.’
“Fuck. I’m in bed,” I said. “That’s it. This is just a dream.”
‘Just one more moment and...’
“It’s all a bad dream. That’s all.”
‘Not a dream. But it’ll be over before you know it.’ The voice was cool and calculated. ‘And then you’ll enter phase two.’
“The hell I will.” My body tensed. “Not happening, you bug-eyed little fuckers.”
‘Sleep now.’
And then I slipped from the land of the living, falling into a void of darkness...
A deafening scream ripped from my lips, and I jolted on the table.
My body strained against the invisible force holding me in place. Relief washed over me. But then soon, my muscles tensed once more.
A wave of heat spread from my chest to my head. Then, a cooling sensation washed over me, leaving soft goose bumps in its wake.
“Not happening.” My voice cracked.
A light, almost blinding, filled my vision, and my head lulled to the side.
“Not real.”
‘Drink.’ A Gray lifted a cup to my lips.
“Not happening.” The words came out in a jumbled mess. “Not drinking your fucking Kool-Aid.”
Cool liquid filled my mouth, and I swallowed, my eyes closing. My tongue and throat burned as the drink slid down, reaching my stomach.
I opened my eyes, taking in the room.
An overhead light flashed in a sea of colors ranging from white to blue. A pulsing hum filled the air, and the stench of metal burned my nostrils.
‘There,’ a Gray said, only his lipless mouth didn’t move. ‘Almost done.’
“This isn’t happening. It’s not real.”
‘Rest now.’ His voice crooned in my head.
Telepathy. The little fuckers communicate telepathically.
The invisible force that held me in place vanished, releasing me from the restraints.
“Take me home.” I struggled to remain away, but my eyes grew heavy, and my lids fluttered. And just as they closed, a hot wave washed over me, and I felt a tugging sensation at my core, and then something slipped inside me.
“Oh, fuck me.” My pussy fluttered, squeezing something long, hard, and thick. And then it did just that… it fucked me with slow, steady strokes, making me moan.