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Abduction on my way home

... had shorts on under it. This is where I began to hesitate. The aliens helpfully applied another shock, which got me moving again. Top first I decided. I wanted to keep them from probing me for as long as possible. Bra came next. Finally, and slowly – because I really don’t want to be doing this – I removed my shorts. It took another two shocks and one more threat from the voice before I took off my panties. I was shivering by the end, not because it was cold, but because I was scared. I felt exceedingly vulnerable in the alien’s ship. Another door opened. The room it led to seemed to swallow light. “Please exit the changing area.” I reluctantly exited into the darkness (another shock provided the necessary motivation). I stood around, unsure of what I was supposed to do. The blackness was complete. I feebly tried to protect my anus and vagina with my hands, but I doubted I could stop any determined probing attempts. I felt metal on my right wrist, and instinctively tried to pull away. I didn’t manage to succeed. It was pretty clear that I had been grabbed my some sort of machine. I started waving my left hand around, in the hopes that the machine wouldn’t be able to grab it as well. The shock came from the machine that held my right hand, and it took my breath away. Pain filled my whole body. I screamed and collapsed. I didn’t hit the ground. Another gripper found my left wrist, and together they stopped my fall. I felt a sick wrenching in both shoulders as all my weight was ...

... taken on them, but they didn’t dislocate. Something closed around each of my ankles, and I found myself trussed and trapped. I hung limp for a few seconds, catching my breath. The kid gloves seemed to have come off. Slowly, lights came on, and I saw that four robotic arms held me. They ran on tracks on the floor and ceiling, tracks that lead between three areas. The first looked like a gynaecologists chair, with restraints for arms and stomach as well as feet. The second was a flat table. It was has the same style restraints and it reminded me of an operating table. The third was an ornate four-poster bed. Another arm came down from the ceiling. In it was a syringe. I fought against the arms, and screamed. I did everything I could to avoid the needle, but my wrists were held immobile, and to my wrist it went. I watched as a strange liquid was pumped into me. I kept struggling for a minute, but the will to fight slowly left me. I am left relaxed and tired. I immediately wondered why I had been so scared of this place. I was now sure no one would hurt me here. I was convinced everything that they did would be for my benefit, and I’d be rewarded afterwards. The robot carried me to the exam table. It placed my feet in the stirrups, which locked around them. Next, my arms were placed in the restraints. I squirmed a bit, not out nervousness, but to test the range of motion I still had. The stomach restraint closed, and I couldn’t squirm any more. I could move my head, but that was ...