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The Art of Good Fishing, © Spitman October 2000
It was a fine sunny afternoon in May, and the beach was pretty crowded fora day so early in the season, but it was rather warm for the time of year,with very little wind and a cloudless sky.
Donna lay on her beach towel with her bikini top unfastened, enjoying thefeel of the sun on her back. Others more adventurous, dispensed with theirskimpy bikini tops, offering an impressive display of breasts proudly bared,to the warm rays of the sun, not to mention the men lucky enough to enjoy thescene..
Donna was a little envious of the others, but there were marks on her breastsand her bottom, marks that she would rather not show on a public beach. Sheclosed her eyes, enjoying the warm velvet caress of the sun.
Around her people suddenly began to talk in urgent, excited sounding voices.Curious and surprised, Donna opened her eyes and sat up. What could possiblybe going on. Everybody was looking up. She followed their excited gesturesto where several enormous disc shaped objects hovered in the sky. The discsgrew larger as she watched. People were running, leaving the beach. Not surewhether this was real or a strange dreamlike illusion, Donna squinted and reachedfor her shades.
She got up. Her bikini top fell to the ground, leaving her topless. And thenthe shock hit her like a train. This had happened before, at exactly the samebeach. Last time they took hundreds of girls away with them. Oh no! She wasterrified. Surely this was not going to happen to her! Last time she had missedthe excitement, being away quite by chance that weekend. Nobody had ever seenthe kidnapped girls again.
There was nowhere to go. She knew that there was little point in trying toswim out to sea. Last time they had scooped up several girls who had triedthat, in large fishing nets. The coast road and car parks were hundreds ofyards away, and she would never make it in time. And in any case, she couldn'thelp feeling rather curious.
The alien spacecraft were already hovering close. Hundreds of smaller craftemerged like a swarm of insects and converged on the beach. Dozens of the smallercraft formed a barrier between the beach and the town, and began to herd thepeople together. Aliens descended and approached the crowd of terrified sunbathers,allowing men through the cordon without interference. Curiously, they didn'tseem interested in the men. She wondered why they only wanted girls. Sex mustsurely have something to do with it, but not with the aliens. They were obviouslyfar too big to have sex with a human girl.
As the aliens drew closer Donna saw that they were fifteen feet tall at leastand built to match, with scaly bodies like lizards, but human-like hands. Theyhad long whip-like things in their hands, flicking out at the girls. She felteven more excited when she saw the whips. This was just like one of her favouritefantasies. She loved to be dominated, whipped and tortured and she was no strangerto the serious side of the S&M scene. But somehow this was different. Itwas disconcerting to know she could not escape and yet not know what was goingto happen to her.
They were only a few yards away now. Those whip-like objects had a thickbraided leather handle, tapering to a thong that looked at least twelve feetlong, with a large metal hook on the end. Donna flinched as one of the aliensflicked his whip towards a terrified girl who stood, frozen with fear, rightin front of her. The hook sank deep into her breast and the bloody point emergedright above her nipple. It must have been at least two inches across.
"Oh, Lord! No! Please don't! Ouch! That hurts! Yeeeeeoww!" sheyelled as they dragged her away, screaming.
Distracted by the fate of the other girl she hadn't noticed another alienapproaching, but then she felt an awful pain in her naked breast. Donna lookeddown, horrified. A large wicked looking hook had penetrated the underside ofher breast. Ignoring her discomfort the alien jerked violently at the whipand a moment later the point of the wicked hook emerged from the upper sideof her ruined breast. He jerked her viciously forward. She screamed.
"Yeeeeowww! Let me go! Please! I don't want to go! Oh no!" Tearsran down her face as she stumbled forward, speechless with horror and pain.The hook tore painfully at the firm meat of her breast. The alien didn't seemto care if he tore her breast apart. Other aliens were dragging girls behindthem, all hooked in exactly the same awful, painful way. Donna panted, gaspingas she tried desperately to keep up with his six foot strides, glancing dumblyat the other girls . . . and the hooks through their lovely breasts.
A landing craft lowered its ramp over the edge of the sea and the cruel aliendragged her towards it. Dozens of screaming girls followed their captors upthe ramp and onto the ship. Donna shivered as the ramp closed and the shiptook off. Was that her last glimpse of Earth? Donna's fear changed to curiositywhen the aliens began to take the girls off the ramp and deeper into the craft.She followed obediently, although secretly she almost enjoyed the pain. Butbeing a sub in even the most extreme torture club came nowhere close to this!
They pushed her into a cell, and as she entered the alien tore the hook fromher breast with a violent wrenching movement. She shivered as the blood spurtedfrom the awful hole it left in her breast.
The journey to the alien planet took several hours. Donna wondered what theycould possibly want with them all. She paced up and down in her cell. And thenshe had a thought. They had taken girls from Earth before, weeks ago. Couldthey possibly have learned to understand English?
One of the guards was watching her. It was worth a try.
"Excuse me!"
He came over to her cell.
"Whad you want?"
"Are you going to eat us, or what?"
"Eat? Not eat. Not eat human. Eat fish."
"Then what are you going to do with us?"
"You catch fish. We eat."
"Oh!"
The guard moved away.
Just then the ship slowed to a hover. It continued to descend slowly. Soonit was motionless.
Donna started pacing again, puzzled. What did he mean? Was there some specialtalent humans had?
A few girls were escorted from one of the cells. The ship took off again.
On the fourth landing it was Donna's turn to be escorted from her cell, withthree other girls. The aliens put thick rope round their necks. One of themled the girls down the ramp. Donna didn't know the others.
They were on a kind of pier overlooking the sea. The sea had a pretty goodswell on. Two of the aliens were standing on the pier, waiting for them. Curiously,one of the aliens was a lot shorter than the other one. He couldn't have beenmore than twelve feet tall.
The escort handed over the ropes, and the taller alien tied them to a bollardon the pier. Whatever was going to happen, Donna suddenly realised, it wasgoing to happen here. Roped to the bollard like that, they were not going anywhere!
Donna looked WAY up at the short guy, and started sweating.
The taller one looked down cheerfully at the shorter one.
"Well, son, let's get you started. I'll show you how to fix the bait"
Bait! Oh no! Donna had noticed what looked like giant fishing rods, lines,hooks and other equipment but hadn't realised what they were.
The taller alien picked Donna up with his powerful fingers round her waistand casually ripped off her bikini bottom. She wriggled desperately but hisgrip was like iron. He removed the rope from around her neck.
With his other hand he reached behind for a hook. Oh no, She thought. Itwas enormous. The shaft was at least eight foot long, and curved up into anastily sharp barbed hook that was a good two foot across at the base.
She was still not sure what he was going to do with it. He was not holdingthe hooked end at all. The other end was curiously pointed like a . . . a spit!And suddenly she realised how wet she was between her legs.
"Oh no!" Don't! I'm not bait! I'm a girl! You can't do this tome!"
Ignoring her protests he held her still and pushed gently. The pointed endslid easily between the wet lips of her vulva and into her cunt.
"Please don't! Please!" This was not supposed to happen. All shehad wanted was a quite afternoon resting in the sun on the beach, and maybean interested boy or two! It wasn't fair!
Carefully he pushed the spit a little deeper and then stopped, holding herstill.
"These bait people all have a spit hole right here," he started. "Itlubricates itself when they are ready for the hook," he continued. "Soyou just wait until the hole is nice and wet, and put the point in the spithole like this."
Spit hole? Donna's heart was beating at double the normal rate. No wonderthey weren't interested in the men. A man's asshole wasn't self-lubricatinglike a woman's cunt. And her body had betrayed her, just as the alien had predicted.It was a rather predictable consequence of getting excited. But how many ofus are going to die because we get turned on by something like this? Then shehad an awful thought. Oh God, maybe they are right. The threat of being spitteddoes make us as wet as hell, and we are soft right through the middle. So whocan argue! Certainly not me, in my present position. He's not going to paythe slightest attention to me. I can tell. It has something to do with a feelingI have that he's done this before, and he has every intention of doing it again.
"Yes, Dad," the smaller giant answered.
"Then you just push it through."
Oh my God, Donna thought. He's really going to do it.
She felt an awful pain as he pushed the thick steel spike hard. The pointripped easily through her cervix, pierced her womb and pushed on through herguts.
"Aaaah! Nooooo, don't! Stop! It hurts!" She screamed as pain searedthrough her body.
"Make sure you hold them straight, so the point comes out of the mouthlike this," the alien continued, pinching her hair between two of hisfingers to hold her head back.
The searing pain carried on through her body as she wriggled desperately,until to her horror the point emerged from her mouth. She was completely spitted,from her cunt to her mouth, and now she couldn't even scream.
"It takes a little practice, but you'll soon get the hang of it."
Sure, buddy. Take as much practice as you want, Donna thought sarcastically.
The younger alien grinned happily. He had always wanted to go fishing withhis Dad. It was already a lot more fun than he had expected. He couldn't waitto try spitting the bait like that.
The alien kept on pushing the shaft through her until the curve of the hookpressed up hard between her legs. Below the point of the spit there was a circulardepression round the shaft.
"Now watch this, son. This is how to fit the ring to the hook.
The younger alien watched intently.
The ring was just as thick as the spit, and a good foot in diameter. A thickwalled tube was welded to the ring. He lowered the tube carefully over thepointed end of the spit and pressed down until it clicked. Donna groaned, wrigglinghelplessly.
"Make sure it locks properly, or you'll lose the bait with the hook.These hooks are expensive," he said.
"Yes, Dad."
"Now I will show you how to attach the line."
The line looked as if it would hold several tons of fish. She was willingto bet those fish had teeth as well. Being bait was definitely not a nice prospect,even for a girl who thrived on pain. Suddenly Donna was lifted high in theair. She whimpered, biting the spit that filled her mouth. It was awful notbeing able to scream.
She hurtled through the air on the hook, way out over the sea, and then plungeddown into the water. Desperately she tried to swim, but the hook was too heavyand she started to sink.
She sensed something moving in the sea. She struggled. She knew it wasn'tgoing to make any difference, but at least she had the consolation of the curveof the hook rubbing her clitoris, especially when she kicked her legs.
Currents tugged at her, then fish brushed against her. Something tickledher feet. A small mouth closed over one of her toes, then she felt a suddenpain as its teeth bit hard into her toe, and she knew it was gone. Oh Lord!there was even more blood in the water now. When she felt a sharp biting nibbleat her left nipple, she tried to wiggle her breast but in a moment her nipplewas gone too.
Suddenly Donna was heaved right up out of the sea by a pair of giant jaws.It had rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that tore painfully at her body asshe slipped deeper into its mouth. A sharp claw-like tooth ripped into herbelly and tore at her intestines as she slid further into its mouth, takingthe giant hook deeper inside the giant fish. Just as the great mouth closedover her head, she heard loud excited cries from the aliens on the shore.
Suddenly she felt an awful tug pulling at the hook that transfixed her body,and felt a fierce sliding pressure on her clitoris. She orgasmed instantly,wriggling wildly as the line tugged again and again at the hook that ran rightthrough her body, and now deep into the flesh of the giant fish. The alienshad cought the fish, and now they were trying to land it. Oh my Lord! She thought.This is what it feels like to be bait.
Donna felt her energy slowly slipping away as the fish chewed at all it couldreach of her. There was nothing much left of her legs, breasts and bottom.The fish struggled against the hook, as helplessly caught as she was. At leastshe had not been wasted. Maybe it was worth it on a galactic scale, but itsure didn't feel like it.
On the slipway the aliens looked at the fish. It was one of the finest thefather had seen.
"That was great, Dad," the younger one said. "Can I hook thebait for the next one? Please, Dad!"
The father looked proudly at his son. "You sure can, boy. It's timefor you to learn a man's work. I'm proud of you, son. But always remember,the art of good fishing is all in the bait."
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