Abducted - Sex Stories

Abducted

... clinical sterility of her surroundings. "It's not discomfort," she explained, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "It's a very pleasurable sensation."

"Pleasure?" Zor seemed genuinely puzzled by the concept as it applied to Sarah's current state. "Is that normal for your species?"

"Yes, very," Sarah said, trying to steady her voice. "Our species reproduce with both the purpose of reproduction and a pleasurable one."

"Intriguing," Zor murmured, his eyes briefly flicking back to the tablet before returning to Sarah. "Very intriguing. Our females feel no such pleasure."

"They don't?" Sarah queried, her curiosity piqued despite the overwhelming situation.

"No," Zor stated, pausing his examination as he contemplated her question. "As I said, they are unintelligent vessels. It does not cause them discomfort, but it also does not cause them pleasure."

"Do males and alphas experience pleasure?" Sarah asked, her educator's instinct surfacing as she sought to understand the alien species' perspective on such a fundamentally human experience.

"No," Zor replied with a definitive tone. "It is a very focused exercise."

"Interesting," Sarah murmured, her mind racing with thoughts.

This exchange highlighted the chasm of understanding between the two species. For Sarah, the notion of reproduction devoid of any sensory pleasure was almost inconceivable, while for Zor, the concept of deriving pleasure from such a process was equally foreign. It was a ...

... stark reminder of the vast differences in their biological and cultural constructs.

As Sarah lay there, still processing the alien nature of her situation, a practical concern crossed her mind, something so mundane yet so essential to human experience.

"Can I ask an odd question?" she ventured, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight embarrassment.

"There are no odd questions," Zor replied, his tone neutral, almost encouraging.

"Why have I not had to use the restroom? Needed to relieve myself?" Sarah asked, her brows furrowing in puzzlement.

"The nanites," Zor explained succinctly. "They are very efficient. They keep you fed and hydrated with very little, to no waste."

"Interesting," Sarah murmured, her mind briefly wandering to the implications of such technology in her world. "That would be a very prized invention on my planet."

"We've lived with them for thousands of years," Zor stated, a hint of pride perhaps creeping into his otherwise flat tone. "Efficiency is key."

Driven by a sudden curiosity about ZOR's personal history, Sarah ventured, "How old are you?"

"In your Earth years, I am 845 years old," Zor disclosed, as if stating a simple, mundane fact.

"Fuck!" Sarah exclaimed, uncharacteristically. The enormity of that number was staggering. "No one on our world lives that long. Our life expectancy is maybe 85 years."

"Such a young species," Zor observed, almost reflectively. "And how old are you?"

"I'm 25," Sarah responded, feeling ...