alien abduction at lover's lane
It started out as a fairly
normal friday night date for Joey and Susan: early evening spent cheering
their high school football team to victory, a stop at Astro Drive-In Burgers
to celebrate with friends, and finally a short spin down to the parking
spot at the bluffs overlooking the West River for a little ball action.
Joey was a pretty popular batter, he'd make it to first base for sure,
second almost certainly, third was a definite possibility, but like all
batters with a heavy swing Joey was hoping for an in-the-park home run.
Susan was a big, plump girl, but she had a reputation as a reliable player
who could really use her head. At minimum Joey looked forward to Susan
giving him a hand with anything that came up.
It soon turned out that Susan
was a player who preferred to really strip down for action. Their clothes
were a tangled pile on the front seat, while they themselves were a tangle
of limbs and glandular members in the back. The Chevy was a-bouncin' and
the windows were a-steamin' as Joey's pent-up excitement from watching
the cheerleaders' skirts fly up, and Susan's from watching all those big
strong footballers bend over in their tight white pants, released itself
in spasms of mutually satisfying ballplay. Home run followed home run.
Susan's much-deserved reputation as a player had preceded her, and would
follow her, too, even more as Joey passed along the word to every other
guy in school who swung a heavy bat on the weekends.
It was between scores, and
the condensation on the inside of the windows of Joey's '55 Bel-Air were
forming drops that ran down the glass, leaving a few vertical streaks.
Suddenly the inside of the car lit up with a blindingly bright, yet diffuse
blaze of white light.
"Wonder who that is?" grumbled
"I just hope it's not the
Sheriff!" she answered.
She leaned forward over the
bench seat to grope around for her blouse and skirt in the glare to which
her eyes had not yet adjusted. Joey wiped the glass with his hands--first
on one side, then on the other--but couldn't locate the headlights. Then
it dawned on him that the light was hitting them from ABOVE.
The keys were still in the
ignition. Joey jumped into the front with a loud "Let's get outta here!"
At the same time Susan had
decided that she would sort out her clothes easier if she was in front
with them. They collided above the back of the seat and sprawled together
in a pile in front. The intense light went out--as suddenly as it had appeared.
The late model Chevy began to vibrate and rock both side-to-side and front-to-back
in a darkness neither could see anything through. Susan shrieked and grabbed
cloth at random to wrap around herself, with her leavings going to Joey
as he attempted to dress also. Everything felt wrong, but in his haste
and panic he paid little attention. The car was now doing donuts like a
45 record on a big turntable. This was NOT happening.
He started the engine with
the clutch in, as he had left it in first gear to supplement the parking
brake. As soon as the motor caught he revved and popped the clutch. The
engine raced like it was up on blocks. For the first time the situation
exceeded his restraint as a gentleman.
"What the fuck!"
"Joey! Watch your language!"
she chided him in shock.
But Joey didn't care. He had
rolled down the driver's side window, and was now watching the lights of
the City of Riverdales swiftly receding thousands of feet below and behind
"We're flying, Soouie!"
"WHAT did you call me?" she
"I said we're fuckin' flyin',
okay? And that's what all the guys call you in school."
"But that's how you call a
Joey didn't reply. He had
worse things to worry about than whether he'd ever get to home base again
with Soouie Sue. Because home itself was far away and already out of sight.
He stuck his head out and craned his neck to look upward. SOMETHING was
up there. It showed no lights, but its bulk blotted out the stars in a
vast disc directly overhead.
"I'm not going to stand for
being talked to in that manner, Mr. Joseph Norman Bates! I'm WALKING home!
And just for your information, YOU are known as "Master Bates", so THERE!"
With that shot she opened
her door and started to get out. Her right foot went down and kept going
down. She screamed and snatched at the door, missed--and was headed for
long yardage--but the boy grabbed her left forearm with both hands. That
was a mistake on his part because he wasn't braced against the inside of
the car. Her weight pulled both of them out into the open air.
Both of them experienced electric
pains shooting through their chests as they waited to fall to their deaths.
And waited. And waited.
Against all common sense they
were floating in midair alongside Joey's blue Bel-Air. Then something changed
in the way their bodies felt--like their weight was suddenly wrong. The
black disc above seemed to cover the entire sky as the petrified pair were
pulled into it by an unknown force. The blackness became universal. The
world went away for them.
When Susan awoke she was in
her accustomed position: lying on her back. Strange looking creatures with
blue skin and no noses were pulling away her clothes and prodding her with
instruments. They stuck things inside her--not merely into the usual places
like mouth, anus and vagina--but directly into and through her skin without
breaking it. Then she went into shock as they began taking her apart. There
was no pain and no blood, but they opened her skin like they had unzipped
a pair of overalls. Next they removed her breasts. Then they opened her
abdomen and soon all of her insides were floating in the air in front of
her while the blue people applied small hand-held machines to her innards.
Somehow through it all, she kept breathing normally.
Joey didn't accept the same
sort of treatment with such calm philosophy. He wasn't used to having anything
shoved inside him and began screaming "Faggots! Faggots!" as soon as the
blue aliens inserted an instrument into his rectum. Like Susan, he was
paralyzed from the neck down, and could only rage impotently as the blue
"faggots" first penetrated him intimately, then unravelled his insides.
But it was the sight of his own genitalia floating in the air like a sausage
with two meatballs on the side that sent him over the edge.
With a superhuman effort--born
of desperation at the sight of his bat and balls suspended in the air--Joey
somehow threw off the aliens' paralysis. He jumped to his feet off the
table and punched the several skinny aliens out cold. A floating cloud
of organs trailed his battling figure. He looked bizarre because there
was nothing in his guts except desperate determination. To his left was
Susan on another table. He ran over to her and tried to pick her up and
carry her off to safety-somewhere. Joey wasn't thinking any too clearly.
He stood looking around in confusion for someplace "safe" to take her.
Both their organs formed an intermingled cloud around them. A section of
wall opened up in front of them and a much larger alien stepped through.
It pointed an instrument at them that rayed them with a cone of pale radiation.
For a second time all went black.
When they awoke dawn was just
breaking over the West River. They were sitting side-by-side in the front
seat of the Chevy, parked once more at Lover's Lane. Their guts were in
place and they were both dressed. Joey and Susan looked at one another,
then Susan spoke.
"WhatEVER are you doing wearing
my clothes? You look silly wearing my bra on the outside of the blouse.
Take them off NOW and gimme!"
In disgust Joey stripped the
bra and blouse off himself, then stopped dumbfounded at the sight of a
pair of large plump breasts hanging off his chest. A sudden fear gripped
his groin. He lifted the skirt, ripped off the panties and grabbed his
own crotch with both hands. He fingers sank into the moist warmth of a
vertical slit. He mewled like a kitten in pain.
Susan watched the whole performance
in quiet astonishment. Slowly she unbuttoned the madras-plaid dress shirt
she was wearing and removed it. Her chest was flat, with mere rudimentary
nipples. In wonder she stripped off the slacks and boxers, and took a firm
grip around the fat penis she found growing between her legs. Slowly she
stroked it to a throbbing ruddy erection.
"That's MY peter!" complained
Joey in a voice choked with feeling as a primal nightmare closed down around
Susan smiled and rolled over
on top of him, pressing him down into the bench seat with her weight.
"You're right. It is. Here--let
me give it to you."
With a grunt she spread his
thighs with her knees--exactly as he had done to her hours earlier--and
thrust her hard-on inside of his vagina. Susan covered his mouth with her
own, kissing him to silence any possible protest. For the next ten minutes
she humped away inside him. After she had orgasmed and filled him with
her sperm, she lay on top of him and stroked the sweaty hair off of his
forehead--exactly as he was wont to do to her.
"Darling," she said sarcastically,
"Soouie Sue is going to pork you every day from now on. And after we graduate
you are going to marry me.
"If you give me any trouble,"
she went on "I'll tell everyone we know what a REAL cunt you are. So get
used to it ... Darling."
He lay underneath her gaping
in shock at what had occurred.
"Remember darling," she purred,
"The spacemen have spoken. I wear the pants in the family now."