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My best friends and I, Mandy, usually went camping in Canada every spring break

My best friends and I, Mandy, usually went camping in Canada every spring break. This spring was no different. I was driving, and my friend Sally was in the passenger seat. In the back, talking about her new boyfriend was Amanda. Sally was half turned, talking with Amanda. Since it was still pretty cold out, we were all still wearing jeans and sweaters we hadn't put away from the winter. In addition, I had to be careful of the road, since it's not often used and it was known to have slick patches of dirt and snow mixed. We called it Smud, since it was fun to say.

We were only a mile from the spot in the woods where we usually camped, when? Sally said she thought she saw a car off the road, down the hill. Sure enough, as I looked I saw headlights shining up the hill from between a couple trees. I also saw other headlights, so I assumed the worst. Amanda was already calling 9-1-1 when I stopped the car.

As we got out of the car, Amanda announced that she wasn't getting a signal. As Sally and I got out our own phones to see if they had any signal, someone ran past us, behind my car. The runner was on the other side of the road and down the hill before any of us got a good look at them, and by that time there was too much brush and trees in the way for us to even know where they went, except down. Sally shouted, ?Hey, wait, what happened?!?

By the time she was done shouting, all was quiet again. Very quiet. There weren't even any trace noises from the runner. In fact, there were no horns, or car alarms, or voices, or even the sound of car engines or fire. The ominous glow made it seem like there should have been a fire, though. There weren't even any animals around.

?Come on, let's go see what happened and if we can help.? said Sally.

Though I started down the hill with my two friends, I announced ?I don't know, this seems so weird. What would other cars being doing way out here anyway? Why are there no noises??

The hill was steep and we had to almost climb down it, so our attention was on the climb more than the car lights. Sally was the first one down. Before I got to the bottom to turn around, I heard her say ?Oh my god... Mandy, look.?

Her voice was so calm, yet it had an intangible, horrified quality in it. That's when I heard Amanda scream. I looked down to her just when she stopped screaming. Both of them were staring at the wreck. I looked up, still having a vantage point above them on the hill. What I saw on that day will forever be burned into my memory.

Before us was a large saucer shaped thing, just like out of the movies. It had to be a hundred or more feet wide, and at least thirty feet tall. What we thought were headlights from the top of the car were actually lights mounted along the perimeter of the saucer, and the eerie glow was a bright light coming from the the bottom of the craft. There was what looked like a loading door open, spewing forth a bright, orange glow. There were five people silhouetted by the light, standing on the ramp leading to the doorway.

I was terrified. More terrified than I had ever been in my entire life. I was too scared to move, and both of my friends seemed to be in the same state. The people slowly walked towards us. Their heads were so large. Their eyes proportionally huge compared to the rest of their head, and without any color. Just black. Their bodies seemed skinny and they walked with a peculiar gate. Their skin was a dull, earthy tone. I was looking at 'Greys', a kind of space alien I wouldn't know what to call until a much later date. One of them seemed to be holding something. It pressed a button on the device, and then I remember falling into blackness.

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The next thing I knew, I was groggy and waking up in a very dark room. There were noises, but none of them were very defined, and they all seemed to blend together into a low humming with a pitch and frequency that altered. It was cold. I tried to sit up, to get a better idea where I was, but I could not move. I was spread out, and tilted an angle I couldn't yet determine. That's when I realized I was totally nude. If the slight breezes told me correctly, I was completely hairless, as well. No hair at all, anywhere. The surface behind me was cold and metallic.

The fear I had felt earlier was still there. Not quite as potent, but still enough that I didn't move. I remembered what had happened. That fact scared me, but the fear from the memory wasn't as severe as the sheer terror I had felt earlier. I didn't have time to be confused by that. I had to figure out what was happening. My arms were secured at the shoulder, elbow, and wrist. Even my fingers were secured at each knuckle, and spread out flat against the surface behind me. My legs were in a similar state, though my feet seemed to be resting on an angled portion of the surface I was on. My legs were held at an almost hundred degree angle apart. My head was held in place by one metallic strap round my forehead, and another wrapped around my mouth. One last strap was around my waist. All the straps seemed somewhere from a couple inches wide to less than half of one.

All the bindings were so tight that I couldn't budge an inch, though the terror may have made movement more difficult than it would otherwise have been. However, my circulation seemed fine. My head was resting on another part of the surface with an altered angle. I was looking down at my own naked body. It was so dark that I could barely make even it out, though.

Then a light was turned on, respectively, right in front of me. My head was angled to not see the source of the light, but it was so bright I had to close my eyes in pain. It took me a few minutes to adjust to the light. When I could open them, I saw objects held above me by swing arms. The devices looked varied and without a purpose that I could discover through simply looking at them. I realized that part of the surface I was on held walls around my head so that I could only look down at myself, with only a minimal amount of sight above or to the sides. It seemed those were new, but I didn't remember them being put there.

That's when a shiny hand was placed on my belly, from my left. It had three fingers and a thumb, all long and thin. It looked slimy, but it felt dry. I was still too terrified to do anything but watch. I could only see the hand and most of the forearm. The hand was partially hidden from my view, thanks to my D cup breasts.

The hand felt my belly, then lifted an inch or two from my skin. I could make out a small device in it's hand. The device sent an exceptionally thin beam of reddish light down to my belly, and I felt an intense burning where it touched me, about two inches to the left of my belly button. I had never had any major injuries before, just cuts and bruises. This hurt more than any of them, enough to get me to scream and become more fearful. My scream was non-existent. It felt as though my mouth simply refused to scream, as though it were too scared to attempt anything. The device was moved just over an inch to the left, me powerless and in pain, and the hand with the device disappeared

I could clearly see that the device left a gaping wound in my belly. It wasn't bleeding, so I presumed it was cauterized. A rod came into view moving slowly down from above my meager view. It was under an inch wide, and it had a psuedospherical, brass colored thing on the end. My fear disallowed me doing anything still, as the sphere pressed against the wound. The pain was worse than when the wound was created, and the sphere disappeared into me. The pain grew as the rod slowly slid further into my abdomen.

When it stopped moving, the pain dulled, but remained. Another, or maybe the same, hand seemed to inspect my belly where it had been run through, pressing down slightly and causing surprising pain. I was trembling, I noticed. The hand rested, the rod sticking in me between it's forefinger and thumb. A slight heat grew in my abdomen. I stopped trembling. The heat, however, did not subside. It continued to grow. It felt as though I had been stabbed by a curling iron.

I was still scared, but having some unknown metal rod stabbed into your belly and an alien's hand on the wound will get a girl to act. I was able to overcome the fear enough to pull against my bonds. Only momentarily, though. All my muscles relaxed. I could still try to use them, I think, but it was as though my limbs had fallen asleep. I could still feel them. I was also then aware that's what happened when I tried to scream. My mouth was asleep.

The burning intensified. I thought I was going to die, being cooked from the inside out. The heat seemed to roll out of my anus and vagina. I couldn't say how hot my insides felt to me. I've never been severely burned. I imagined I had third degree burns and missing organs, though. Then the rod left my belly quickly, and the hand left my view. I still felt like I was cooking inside, but I was cooling off. After mere moments, it felt as though it was simply extra warm. The wound next to my belly button looked the same as it had. I could see the pink of my flesh, but it still did not bleed. That's when I noticed that something warm was dripping out of both my anus and my vagina. My first reaction was that it was blood. I would watch blood drain from me as I died. As it rolled down the surface I was on, though, I could see it was a translucent yellow-green color.

One of the hands grabbed one of the devices on swing arms, and pulled it down beneath my legs. Even though something had just been inside my belly, this made me feel even more helpless and exposed, seeing the top of the device above my hairless vulva lips. The device itself was a white, metallic cylinder, about seven inches wide. It had holes on the side facing me that I saw as it was placed there. I heard an ever so slight mechanical whine from the device, and I felt something smooth and rounded pressing against my anus. I realized how naive I was to call people who claimed to have been anally probed lunatics. The device did not wait for me to relax, it did not slow down, it simply continued on past my unconsciously resisting anus. Of course, this didn't hurt like the rod in my belly, but it still hurt as it ripped through my anus and into my colon. It seemed to press further into me than my guts would allow, but they didn't have a say in it. I felt a severely painful pressure in my guts.

I watched as another object I could only assume was like the one in my colon protruded from the hole just past my bare pussy. It was easily two inches wide and rounded at the top. It, like the one in my colon, pressed against and then into my vagina without hesitation or patience. It pressed against my cervix. It seemed to slow greatly, but there was a burning, tearing pain, and it continued into me at a snail's pace. The pain reached an apex and the object accelerated to it's original speed. I felt another painful pressure in my gut that only increased as the object went further. When I though I would pass out from the pain, I was suddenly very, very awake and focused. I cursed the pain for not allowing me to escape into unconsciousness. Then the rod stopped.

It was difficult to breath. I lied there for uncounted minutes, in agony. I was unable to do anything but stare at myself, the bulge in my belly, and the device violating me. A couple hands roughly grabbed my vulva and separated the lips. It duplicated the action with my labia, peeling them away from the rod? until they had worked their way up to my clit. One of the hands grabbed it and pulled on it lightly. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to what I had gone through already. I was more fearful and embarrassed, helpless and exposed to horrible, horrible creatures who seemed to be inflicting pain for the joy of it.

I don't know how the creature did it, but it slid a small, short, metal tube around my clitoris It seamed to squeeze my clit more painfully than the monster had been holding it. The hand that did all that let go and the tube remained surrounding my clit. The hand disappeared from view, and reappeared a moment later, with what looked like the same device that cut open my belly. My fear increased. I thought they were going to remove my clitoris. However, the device was to the side, and began burning the very base of my labia. Though barely, this sharp pain was the worst I had felt. The device slowly moved up one side, and I could see my labia hanging, detached as it neared my clit.

I remember fearing for my labia greatly. While it may not be vital in any way, it was part of my body, and I certainly did not want it removed. I desperately tried to move my limbs, fight the bonds. I willed my thoughts into the heads of my captors 'Do not do this! STOP!', but to no avail. The device stopped, and was moved to the other side. Then I tried again, but that side of my labia hung freely from a little flesh near my clitoris Both sides had been nearly completely detached. I realized for just a moment that I wasn't crying. I tried to cry, to blur the image I couldn't stop looking at, but I seemed incapable of it.

The beam burned around my clitoris It seemed to go slower, the pain more intense. When it made a full circle, it was turned off and put out of sight. My defaced vulva ached, but did not have any sharp pain any more. The hand that had done all of that, without any effort, pressed the labia hugging the rod down the length of the rod. It twisted like a fleshy rubber band as it moved down to the base of the rod.

The hand suddenly had the device again. Again I wished I could cry. The pain was unbearable, though I somehow bared it, as it circled my outer vulva lips. They, too, were removed, rolled uncaringly down the rod. My bare pussy, once whole, was nothing more than a hole with a clit jutting out above it.

The tube was removed from my clit, and a syringe was in the monster's hand. I wished desperately to wake up, that this was a dream. An ending dream. But the syringe punctured my clit right at the tip. The pain barely registered, I wanted nothing more than to be out of the situation, even if my labia were never again found. The syringe made a click, then was removed. The hands left my view. Minutes passed and nothing happened. Then, when I thought I would be left alone and possibly returned to where we found the saucer after worrying about the pieces of my vulva I could still see stretched around the rod., there was a tingling and dull, blunt pain in my clitoris

As the pain increased, I noticed my clit was beginning to swell. The pain suddenly multiplied exponentially. This was the worst pain that can possibly exist, I imagined. How I didn't pass out must have been a trick of the monstrous captors. I could not keep my eyes open. As the pain subsided, I heard a meager whine from my throat. As soon as I noticed it, it was gone. I looked back to my clit, with eyes kept wet enough to see, but still not crying. I doubted what I saw for a few moments. My clit had grown. It was now five inches long, about one inch wide. It rested against the rod, hanging down and touching my removed parts.

One of the hands reached down to just above my clit and rubbed my skin. It made some exotic motion with it's hand, indicating my clit, I think, and then it touched my clit. It touched my clit softly. The touch was the most pleasant, most arousing, wonderful sensation I had ever felt. It was pleasure I never imagined possible. It stroked my clit a couple dozen times, and I had the most powerful orgasm ever. Everything I sensed was pleasant, everything that was once pain felt wonderful. I writhed with the climax, and fell back into darkness.

My best friends and I, Mandy, usually went camping in Canada every spring break. This spring was no different. I was driving, and my friend Sally was in the passenger seat. In the back, talking about her new boyfriend was Amanda. Sally was half turned, talking with Amanda. Since it was still pretty cold out, we were all still wearing jeans and sweaters we hadn't put away from the winter. In addition, I had to be careful of the road, since it's not often used and it was known to have slick patches of dirt and snow mixed. We called it Smud, since it was fun to say.

We were only a mile from the spot in the woods where we usually camped, when? Sally said she thought she saw a car off the road, down the hill. Sure enough, as I looked I saw headlights shining up the hill from between a couple trees. I also saw other headlights, so I assumed the worst. Amanda was already calling 9-1-1 when I stopped the car.

As we got out of the car, Amanda announced that she wasn't getting a signal. As Sally and I got out our own phones to see if they had any signal, someone ran past us, behind my car. The runner was on the other side of the road and down the hill before any of us got a good look at them, and by that time there was too much brush and trees in the way for us to even know where they went, except down. Sally shouted, ?Hey, wait, what happened?!?

By the time she was done shouting, all was quiet again. Very quiet. There weren't even any trace noises from the runner. In fact, there were no horns, or car alarms, or voices, or even the sound of car engines or fire. The ominous glow made it seem like there should have been a fire, though. There weren't even any animals around.

?Come on, let's go see what happened and if we can help.? said Sally.

Though I started down the hill with my two friends, I announced ?I don't know, this seems so weird. What would other cars being doing way out here anyway? Why are there no noises??

The hill was steep and we had to almost climb down it, so our attention was on the climb more than the car lights. Sally was the first one down. Before I got to the bottom to turn around, I heard her say ?Oh my god... Mandy, look.?

Her voice was so calm, yet it had an intangible, horrified quality in it. That's when I heard Amanda scream. I looked down to her just when she stopped screaming. Both of them were staring at the wreck. I looked up, still having a vantage point above them on the hill. What I saw on that day will forever be burned into my memory.

Before us was a large saucer shaped thing, just like out of the movies. It had to be a hundred or more feet wide, and at least thirty feet tall. What we thought were headlights from the top of the car were actually lights mounted along the perimeter of the saucer, and the eerie glow was a bright light coming from the the bottom of the craft. There was what looked like a loading door open, spewing forth a bright, orange glow. There were five people silhouetted by the light, standing on the ramp leading to the doorway.

I was terrified. More terrified than I had ever been in my entire life. I was too scared to move, and both of my friends seemed to be in the same state. The people slowly walked towards us. Their heads were so large. Their eyes proportionally huge compared to the rest of their head, and without any color. Just black. Their bodies seemed skinny and they walked with a peculiar gate. Their skin was a dull, earthy tone. I was looking at 'Greys', a kind of space alien I wouldn't know what to call until a much later date. One of them seemed to be holding something. It pressed a button on the device, and then I remember falling into blackness.

*??????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *???????????????? *

The next thing I knew, I was groggy and waking up in a very dark room. There were noises, but none of them were very defined, and they all seemed to blend together into a low humming with a pitch and frequency that altered. It was cold. I tried to sit up, to get a better idea where I was, but I could not move. I was spread out, and tilted an angle I couldn't yet determine. That's when I realized I was totally nude. If the slight breezes told me correctly, I was completely hairless, as well. No hair at all, anywhere. The surface behind me was cold and metallic.

The fear I had felt earlier was still there. Not quite as potent, but still enough that I didn't move. I remembered what had happened. That fact scared me, but the fear from the memory wasn't as severe as the sheer terror I had felt earlier. I didn't have time to be confused by that. I had to figure out what was happening. My arms were secured at the shoulder, elbow, and wrist. Even my fingers were secured at each knuckle, and spread out flat against the surface behind me. My legs were in a similar state, though my feet seemed to be resting on an angled portion of the surface I was on. My legs were held at an almost hundred degree angle apart. My head was held in place by one metallic strap round my forehead, and another wrapped around my mouth. One last strap was around my waist. All the straps seemed somewhere from a couple inches wide to less than half of one.

All the bindings were so tight that I couldn't budge an inch, though the terror may have made movement more difficult than it would otherwise have been. However, my circulation seemed fine. My head was resting on another part of the surface with an altered angle. I was looking down at my own naked body. It was so dark that I could barely make even it out, though.

Then a light was turned on, respectively, right in front of me. My head was angled to not see the source of the light, but it was so bright I had to close my eyes in pain. It took me a few minutes to adjust to the light. When I could open them, I saw objects held above me by swing arms. The devices looked varied and without a purpose that I could discover through simply looking at them. I realized that part of the surface I was on held walls around my head so that I could only look down at myself, with only a minimal amount of sight above or to the sides. It seemed those were new, but I didn't remember them being put there.

That's when a shiny hand was placed on my belly, from my left. It had three fingers and a thumb, all long and thin. It looked slimy, but it felt dry. I was still too terrified to do anything but watch. I could only see the hand and most of the forearm. The hand was partially hidden from my view, thanks to my D cup breasts.

The hand felt my belly, then lifted an inch or two from my skin. I could make out a small device in it's hand. The device sent an exceptionally thin beam of reddish light down to my belly, and I felt an intense burning where it touched me, about two inches to the left of my belly button. I had never had any major injuries before, just cuts and bruises. This hurt more than any of them, enough to get me to scream and become more fearful. My scream was non-existent. It felt as though my mouth simply refused to scream, as though it were too scared to attempt anything. The device was moved just over an inch to the left, me powerless and in pain, and the hand with the device disappeared

I could clearly see that the device left a gaping wound in my belly. It wasn't bleeding, so I presumed it was cauterized. A rod came into view moving slowly down from above my meager view. It was under an inch wide, and it had a psuedospherical, brass colored thing on the end. My fear disallowed me doing anything still, as the sphere pressed against the wound. The pain was worse than when the wound was created, and the sphere disappeared into me. The pain grew as the rod slowly slid further into my abdomen.

When it stopped moving, the pain dulled, but remained. Another, or maybe the same, hand seemed to inspect my belly where it had been run through, pressing down slightly and causing surprising pain. I was trembling, I noticed. The hand rested, the rod sticking in me between it's forefinger and thumb. A slight heat grew in my abdomen. I stopped trembling. The heat, however, did not subside. It continued to grow. It felt as though I had been stabbed by a curling iron.

I was still scared, but having some unknown metal rod stabbed into your belly and an alien's hand on the wound will get a girl to act. I was able to overcome the fear enough to pull against my bonds. Only momentarily, though. All my muscles relaxed. I could still try to use them, I think, but it was as though my limbs had fallen asleep. I could still feel them. I was also then aware that's what happened when I tried to scream. My mouth was asleep.

The burning intensified. I thought I was going to die, being cooked from the inside out. The heat seemed to roll out of my anus and vagina. I couldn't say how hot my insides felt to me. I've never been severely burned. I imagined I had third degree burns and missing organs, though. Then the rod left my belly quickly, and the hand left my view. I still felt like I was cooking inside, but I was cooling off. After mere moments, it felt as though it was simply extra warm. The wound next to my belly button looked the same as it had. I could see the pink of my flesh, but it still did not bleed. That's when I noticed that something warm was dripping out of both my anus and my vagina. My first reaction was that it was blood. I would watch blood drain from me as I died. As it rolled down the surface I was on, though, I could see it was a translucent yellow-green color.

One of the hands grabbed one of the devices on swing arms, and pulled it down beneath my legs. Even though something had just been inside my belly, this made me feel even more helpless and exposed, seeing the top of the device above my hairless vulva lips. The device itself was a white, metallic cylinder, about seven inches wide. It had holes on the side facing me that I saw as it was placed there. I heard an ever so slight mechanical whine from the device, and I felt something smooth and rounded pressing against my anus. I realized how naive I was to call people who claimed to have been anally probed lunatics. The device did not wait for me to relax, it did not slow down, it simply continued on past my unconsciously resisting anus. Of course, this didn't hurt like the rod in my belly, but it still hurt as it ripped through my anus and into my colon. It seemed to press further into me than my guts would allow, but they didn't have a say in it. I felt a severely painful pressure in my guts.

I watched as another object I could only assume was like the one in my colon protruded from the hole just past my bare pussy. It was easily two inches wide and rounded at the top. It, like the one in my colon, pressed against and then into my vagina without hesitation or patience. It pressed against my cervix. It seemed to slow greatly, but there was a burning, tearing pain, and it continued into me at a snail's pace. The pain reached an apex and the object accelerated to it's original speed. I felt another painful pressure in my gut that only increased as the object went further. When I though I would pass out from the pain, I was suddenly very, very awake and focused. I cursed the pain for not allowing me to escape into unconsciousness. Then the rod stopped.

It was difficult to breath. I lied there for uncounted minutes, in agony. I was unable to do anything but stare at myself, the bulge in my belly, and the device violating me. A couple hands roughly grabbed my vulva and separated the lips. It duplicated the action with my labia, peeling them away from the rod? until they had worked their way up to my clit. One of the hands grabbed it and pulled on it lightly. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to what I had gone through already. I was more fearful and embarrassed, helpless and exposed to horrible, horrible creatures who seemed to be inflicting pain for the joy of it.

I don't know how the creature did it, but it slid a small, short, metal tube around my clitoris It seamed to squeeze my clit more painfully than the monster had been holding it. The hand that did all that let go and the tube remained surrounding my clit. The hand disappeared from view, and reappeared a moment later, with what looked like the same device that cut open my belly. My fear increased. I thought they were going to remove my clitoris. However, the device was to the side, and began burning the very base of my labia. Though barely, this sharp pain was the worst I had felt. The device slowly moved up one side, and I could see my labia hanging, detached as it neared my clit.

I remember fearing for my labia greatly. While it may not be vital in any way, it was part of my body, and I certainly did not want it removed. I desperately tried to move my limbs, fight the bonds. I willed my thoughts into the heads of my captors 'Do not do this! STOP!', but to no avail. The device stopped, and was moved to the other side. Then I tried again, but that side of my labia hung freely from a little flesh near my clitoris Both sides had been nearly completely detached. I realized for just a moment that I wasn't crying. I tried to cry, to blur the image I couldn't stop looking at, but I seemed incapable of it.

The beam burned around my clitoris It seemed to go slower, the pain more intense. When it made a full circle, it was turned off and put out of sight. My defaced vulva ached, but did not have any sharp pain any more. The hand that had done all of that, without any effort, pressed the labia hugging the rod down the length of the rod. It twisted like a fleshy rubber band as it moved down to the base of the rod.

The hand suddenly had the device again. Again I wished I could cry. The pain was unbearable, though I somehow bared it, as it circled my outer vulva lips. They, too, were removed, rolled uncaringly down the rod. My bare pussy, once whole, was nothing more than a hole with a clit jutting out above it.

The tube was removed from my clit, and a syringe was in the monster's hand. I wished desperately to wake up, that this was a dream. An ending dream. But the syringe punctured my clit right at the tip. The pain barely registered, I wanted nothing more than to be out of the situation, even if my labia were never again found. The syringe made a click, then was removed. The hands left my view. Minutes passed and nothing happened. Then, when I thought I would be left alone and possibly returned to where we found the saucer after worrying about the pieces of my vulva I could still see stretched around the rod., there was a tingling and dull, blunt pain in my clitoris

As the pain increased, I noticed my clit was beginning to swell. The pain suddenly multiplied exponentially. This was the worst pain that can possibly exist, I imagined. How I didn't pass out must have been a trick of the monstrous captors. I could not keep my eyes open. As the pain subsided, I heard a meager whine from my throat. As soon as I noticed it, it was gone. I looked back to my clit, with eyes kept wet enough to see, but still not crying. I doubted what I saw for a few moments. My clit had grown. It was now five inches long, about one inch wide. It rested against the rod, hanging down and touching my removed parts.

One of the hands reached down to just above my clit and rubbed my skin. It made some exotic motion with it's hand, indicating my clit, I think, and then it touched my clit. It touched my clit softly. The touch was the most pleasant, most arousing, wonderful sensation I had ever felt. It was pleasure I never imagined possible. It stroked my clit a couple dozen times, and I had the most powerful orgasm ever. Everything I sensed was pleasant, everything that was once pain felt wonderful. I writhed with the climax, and fell back into darkness.

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