"Jane's Halloween"
by
"There's a haunted house," said Jane, indicating a large brick
commercial building that hadn't housed a business in years.
"Admission free with a ten dollar donation to the evacuees from
Katrina. Let's go in, Gwen." Gwen agreed, as she always did
when Jane suggested something. Jane was the dominant one, over
six feet tall, barefoot, and she usually wore high heels. She
favored pants suits and mannish shirts, no bra, for she didn't need
one. Jane worked out, mostly dance routines, to assure there was
no spare fat on her body. Gwen, in contrast, was inches shorter
and weighed a few pounds more, with a more feminine bust and
hips.
The ticket taker was a young man, a member of one of the service
clubs running the house, and he eyed the two young women as
young men will do, seeming to dwell on Gwen's scoop-neck
peasant blouse and the long red hair which hung down over
Gwen's perky breasts. "I get off in half an hour, and it can take
that long for you to see everything. When you get out, can I buy
you a drink?"
Jane answered: "Not a chance, Microdick. We don't associate
with breeders." Jane had staked her claim on Gwen back in high
school, and she had zealously defended it ever since. She took
Gwen's hand and led her into the darkened building.
On an upper floor, in a dark hallway, the two women suddenly
encountered two children, in costume, with masks. One was Harry
Potter and the other was his pal, Ron. "Hello, Harry. Hello, Ron,"
said Gwen, cheerily. "Would you please let us go past?" Harry
drew his wand and pointed it at Jane. Jane saw stars and felt as if
she was being bitten by a million mosquitos.
Jane woke up in some sort of strange chamber, like a hospital
operating room. She was on her back, naked, and strapped to a
table. There was an earphone in her left ear. Strange figures,
childlike, stood watching her. They were encased in silvery cover-
alls and had pear shaped heads with large eyes, just like the
illustrations in the tabloids. "Don't tell me," she said. "I've been
abducted by aliens, extra-terrestrials."
"That is correct," said the earphone.
"You speak English?"
"You have in your ear canal what Mr. Adams called a Babel fish.
It translates. Would you prefer another language, Spanish,
German, French, Mandarin?"
"English is fine. Where's Gwen?"
"Your companion? She is healthy, over there." One of the aliens
gestured, and, by turning her head, Jane could see Gwen strapped
on another table, quietly watching.
"How did we get here?"
"You don't need to know. Don't be too curious, because we will
erase your memory when it suits us."
"Let me guess. You beamed us up to your invisible saucer and
whisked us away, some place like the back side of the moon,
where you can't be seen, and you will perform medical
examinations and use us for breeding experiments. There must be
thousands of women who claim they have had alien babies."
"You are essentially correct. By the way, what is your name?"
"Jane."
"Well, Jane, it will expedite things if you will tell us a little about
your medical history. Have you ever been pregnant?"
"No."
"Do you have any transmissible diseases?"
"STDs? No."
"You are quite certain? We'll do blood tests, of course. How do
you know you have not acquired a sexually transmitted disease
from one of your partners?"
"Gwen has been my only partner for years, and we're both clean."
"You are a woman, obviously. So is Gwen. You are not, then,
sexually active?"
"What do you mean by sex?"
"Surely, a woman of your maturity... A man inserts his penis into
your vagina. That's sex."
"Ah, the Clintonian definition. No, neither of us has ever had
sex."
"Is there any reason you could not reproduce, produce a baby?"
"I don't choose to reproduce. I don't like men. Gwen has said it
would be nice if we had a baby, but we'd have to adopt, or maybe
artificial insemination."
"Ah. Yes. I suppose... However, you think you are fertile? You
are not some sort of transsexual or something? I note short hair,
small bust... You are biologically a woman?"
"Yes. But I like girls. It's not uncommon. You must have
abducted lesbians before, I suppose." The aliens seemed to have a
conference, but Jane's earphone was off. They moved Gwen's
table next to Jane's and placed helmets on their heads. They also
slipped a small object into Jane's vagina, which resisted the
insertion.
"Please observe the sexual stimuli displayed above you, while we
observe your reactions." For hours, it seemed, the aliens showed
their captives old porno videos, really old, like "Deep Throat."
Jane's ear phone was on again, to listen to the dialog, and she
sometimes heard bits of alien conversation. They seemed
perplexed that Jane was not sexually aroused. Then they showed a
video with two women, and Jane responded more to their liking.
Her vagina relaxed and dampened, so she did not even feel the
instrument inside her. When one woman put on a strap-on dildo
and fucked the other from behind, Jane was on the edge of an
orgasm, thinking of doing that to Gwen. They started showing
some kinky BDSM videos, worse than Jane had ever seen before,
but not to Jane's taste. When the Domme whipped a crucified
man, Jane must have reacted more strongly than she wanted to, as
the aliens seemed agitated. She was really turned off when the
roles were reversed, and a sexy chick was caned by a man dressed
as a school master.
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When the shows were over, Jane could not help remarking, "You
have some pretty poor videos. All that effort, and I didn't come."
"Gwen did," said the earphone. "Well, you must be hungry. Is
food from McDonald's satisfactory? And you will want to sleep.
You don't mind sharing a bed with Gwen?"
"Yes, and yes," replied Jane. Alone in their cabin, hardly more
than a big bed, Jane and Gwen ate and talked. "They said you
came watching those disgusting videos. When was that?"
"Uh, a couple of times, I guess. I don't remember when."
Jane slapped Gwen's face. "Liar. For that you get a spanking."
She pulled the naked Gwen across her lap and spanked her, hard,
until her cheeks were red and her vulva wet. "You little wretch.
Here!" She thrust two fingers into Gwen's waiting vagina and
used her little finger to press on Gwen's swollen clitoris. Then
Jane used three fingers, and let her thumb press on Gwen's anus.
Gwen gave a wail and came, her vaginal walls squeezing Jane's
fingers. "Now, you pay for that." Jane lay back and spread her
legs. Well trained, Gwen took her position between Jane's knees
and lapped at Jane's inch-long clit. When Jane came, she
clamped her thighs over Gwen's ears and held on until the
excitement faded. "Now, do it again." Jane demanded multiple
orgasms, and Gwen, ever subservient, gave them to her. Finally,
they slept, skin to skin.
When they woke, the aliens fed them and then questioned Jane by
herself. "Do you love Gwen?" Jane nodded. "You did not use
oral contact to pleasure her." Jane said nothing. "You wanted
only oral contact from Gwen." Jane said nothing. "You inserted
fingers into Gwen, mimicking coition with a penis, from behind.
Is that the usual way?"
"At home, I use a strap-on. She's a born submissive, a masochist,
and I give her what she wants."
"And is that sexually satisfying for you?"
"Usually. She always does me afterwards, anyway."
"But she does not do anything to penetrate your vagina?"
"No. Nothing goes in there but a tampon, and I haven't had a
period lately."
"Do you masturbate?"
"No. Why should I, when Gwen is so willing?"
"Is this a suitable strap-on for you?" An alien held up a big dildo
with straps on it. Jane nodded. "Would you demonstrate, on
Gwen?"
Gwen bent over the bed, face down, and Jane paddled her bottom,
occasionally striking Gwen's swollen labia, until Gwen had her
first orgasm. Then Jane strapped on the dildo and fucked Gwen,
doggy fashion, until Jane came, which was not until Gwen had
come two or three times more. Then, well trained, Gwen got
down on Jane and sucked Jane's clitoris until Jane was satisfied
again.
Jane woke up in the dark. She could hear "haunted house" noises.
She was dressed as she was when she entered the haunted house.
"Gwen," she said, "are you there."
"Yes."
"What happened to us? I remember Harry Potter and Ron and..."
"We were abducted by aliens."
"It wasn't a dream, then. What did they do to us?"
"They fucked our minds and made us their sex slaves. I had a
baby. You did, too."
"No. I don't remember that."
"They wiped you clean, really fucked your mind. You seemed to
offend their moral sensibilities, Jane. You don't believe me? Feel
your breasts."
There in the dark, Jane sat up and felt her chest. "O. M. G.! I've
got tits!"
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"Come on," said Gwen, "let's get out of here." Gwen took Jane's
hand and led her through the maze of the haunted house. They
emerged on the street near the entrance. The sign said admission
is free for a ten dollar donation to African famine relief. There
was a middle aged man taking tickets. He looked Jane up and
down and said, "I'm almost through here. It would really please
me if you would join me for dinner and a drink."
Jane looked a Gwen, then back at the man. "You mean me?"
"Yes. I just think you are so attractive, and I'd love to get to know
you. You like steaks? The Golden Cow is just down the street.
Will you have dinner with me? " He handed her a business card.
Jane smiled and thrust out her new boobs. "I'd love too, Stud."
- The End -
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