Maidens on Mercury
tear my eyes away from that hideous creature hanging just
inches above my belly.
    Oh,
God. They aren’t going to put that thing inside me, are they? I glance over at
the other girl and her body shakes with fear. Mine does too and I can’t stop
it.
    The
Voice echoes in my pod again. “We will prepare your body to receive our seed.
Your womb must be ripened and readied. You will spend the next 24 Earth hours
with a pleasure transmitter.”
    I
do not like the sound of that, and like it even less when that wriggling,
disgusting, slimy creature lowers right over my crotch. Oh, God. They are going
to insert that into my cunt. I just know it.
    Even
though that thought disgusts and terrifies me, my pussy throbs like it does
when I am about to be fucked. What the hell is wrong with me?
    I
chance a glance down the row of other girls and those things are
hovering above all their crotches too. The girl next to me screams. I can’t
hear her, but her mouth is open and her body is clenched and rigid as she
fights against her constraints.
    I
don’t bother struggling. I know I am helpless. These freaky aliens will do to
me whatever they want to do to me and I can’t stop them. Struggling will just
wear me out. Besides, the Voice had referred to it as a “pleasure transmitter.”
Maybe the experience won’t be completely horrible.
    I
squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the inevitable, for when they insert that thing into my hooch.
    My
eyes are still closed when it touches my skin. It is cool and moist against my
bare skin down there. I tense and squeeze my eyes tighter, knowing where the thing
is about to go. I just hope it doesn’t hurt too bad, that I won’t pass out from
the pain. I am kind of a wuss when it comes to pain tolerance. Ask anyone who
knows me—
    Holy
shit!
    My
body just about turns inside out as that thing attaches itself to my clit and
begins to suck. Waves of intense pleasure shoot through me from clit to toes.
My eyes fly open and I see that thing pulsating on my crotch. It’s a clit
creature. Even though it’s actually pretty gross to look at, I can’t tear my
eyes away. Oh. My. God. That disgusting, slimy, wriggly thing is going to make
me come. And it is going to make me come huge .
    The
pleasure builds inside me, spiraling through my core and oozing its way into my
limbs, curling my toes. My pleasure climbs higher and higher and—
    Shit.
    The
thing is pulled off my crotch.
    Shit!
    What
the fuck?
    I
glance down the row of pods, and all the other girls are left hanging just like
me.
    “What
the fuck was that all about?” I scream, even though I know the creepy alien
dude outside my pod won’t answer.
    The
Voice answers. “Our breeding hosts require a ripe womb. The breeding canals
must be 90 percent aroused for 24 Earth hours before mating can commence.”
    Breeding canals ? Plural? What does the Voice mean by—
    Fuck !
My body jerks as something enters my anus. I lift my head to look, but can’t
see anything between my legs, so I peek over to the next pod. My eyes widen.
Something that looks like a shiny thin black snake hangs down between the legs
of all the girls. As I watch, and as I can feel on myself, the snake thing goes
deeper and deeper until it disappears. Into our asses. My sphincter muscles
tighten as the snake thing enters me all the way. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but
is a weird sense of fullness down there.
    My
loser ex boyfriend had hounded me for anal sex before, but I never felt
comfortable letting him do that to me. I thought it would hurt. I couldn’t
imagine it feeling good.
    This
experience makes me rethink that a bit.
    Wait.
What the fuck am I thinking? I have a snake-like thing in my ass!
So what it doesn’t really hurt. It’s a snake thing in my ass! That’s fucking
weird. Fucking freaky, too. What’s it doing in there? It’s not moving. It is
just...sitting in there. I pictured it all coiled up in my anus.
    Gross.
    I
glance over at the girl in the next pod. She isn’t

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