were getting hard and warmth gathered between my legs. The thought turned me on. I was one crazy lady. I hadn't been with anyone in way too long; it was no surprise I was reacting like that. I was having sex withdrawal symptoms, that had to be it. That's why my mind was conjuring these things. Unless they were real.
That possibility was becoming more and more likely. I doubt even my mind could come up with brain slugs, especially not slugs embedded with microchips. That was one step too far.
"Turn around," the green alien ordered impatiently. "I'm starting to get hungry." His tail thumped on the floor as if to underline his words.
Time to make a decision...
"Is it going to hurt?" I asked, barely able to believe that I was actually considering it.
"Of course not," Havel replied with a frown as if that thought insulted him. "Unless you want it to. Is that what humans imagine alien probing to be like?"
I quickly shook my head. I didn't want to give him any ideas.
He seemed relieved at me not wanting it to hurt. And that relief was what made me turn onto my stomach. The white sheet slipped away, exposing my naked back. And my bum.
Had I shaved before I'd been abducted? It had been a couple of days, at least. Without a boyfriend, I often couldn't be bothered.
I snickered to myself. I was worried that the aliens might dislike a few hairs rather than fearing their probing.
"I've coated in the instrument in a cooling gel," Havel explained. "It will prevent pain and will help the probe glide in more easily."
Alien lube. How lovely. They'd really thought of everything. I wondered if that was part of their course. Had he practised this? Maybe on the other guys? The thought made me wet. Those three aliens, naked, probing each other...
Something cool touched my arse and all other thoughts fled my mind. Warm, soft hands spread my cheeks and the cold instrument was gently pressed against my rosebud.
I tensed, but then hands gently ran over my back and my shoulders and I instantly relaxed. I barely noticed the probe gliding into my arse, I was too occupied with one of the aliens massaging my shoulders. I didn't know if learning how to do this had been part of their strange abduction class, but if it had, I wanted to hug their teacher. It was heavenly.
"What now?" Havel whispered after he'd fully inserted the probe.
"What do you mean?" the captain asked. "Continue probing her."
"But this is it. I've inserted the probe. It's done. But it doesn't feel like it's enough."
"Wasn't there supposed to be a camera attached? To see her insides?"
The medic sucked in a breath. "I forgot! Klat, I'm an awful prober!"
He sounded genuinely upset, so much so that I turned my head to look at him.
"You're doing great. It feels lovely."
It really did. I was dripping wet even though none of them had touched me anywhere besides my back and my arse. The probe was slowly becoming warm while it filled me with a pleasant pressure. I ached to touch my clit, but that would have been entirely inappropriate. The aliens didn't seem to see this as something sexual. It was only me who was craving more.
"It does?" he asked, still unsure. "Shall I try another probe, a larger one?"
I straightened my neck again so they couldn't see my expression and grinned. "Yes, I think you should."
He pulled out the instrument, making me feel very empty indeed. I needed something bigger. An alien cock would have been perfect, but I'd settle for a larger probe.
I was crazy. I was being probed by aliens and I was enjoying it.
"Spread her open," Havel ordered, his voice hoarse. Maybe it wasn't just academic for him either.
Hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled them open. Cool air hit my opening just before cold metal was pressed against it once more. I tried to relax, but this one was a lot bigger than the one before. Havel pushed it in slowly, but with steady pressure, helping overcome my body's resistance. I moaned when it was fully inserted, stretching me. My clit was throbbing, aching to be touched.
"What a curious sound," the green alien muttered. I kept forgetting his name, but this wasn't the time to ask.
They kept stroking my back, my bum, even my legs. My body was putty under their skilled hands as they massaged me into blissful oblivion. The probe in my arse seemed to get