Shokushu High School

UNIVERSITY

Long before there was Spacegirl, a young Japanese student was starting her first day at University. More than a little nervously Hitomi Kotani walked slowly towards her first class. Her first day and already she missed her family terribly. Their little house in Kyoto had seemed too cramped, too restrictive of her developing independence but, just at the moment, it seemed so warmly inviting. A safe womb to hide within. During her 17 short years this was the furthest she had ever been from home. Certainly there had been sleepovers, camping trips to Hokkaido with friends. But always with the security of knowing her father and mother were only a phone call away, would come to get her if she needed rescuing. Now she was a long plane ride away, at the East Asian Institute for Advanced Studies in Djakarta, not far from the spaceport. She was about to start her first class in Astronautical Physics, part of her degree in Extraterrestrial Studies.

It took less than five minutes along the covered walkway from the girls' dorm to her first class. All too soon the door loomed before her. Screwing up her courage, she touched the pressure plate and the door swung open. Everything looked reassuringly normal; a semicircle of desks slanted upwards, centred on a large viewscreen. About half the desks were occupied and a lecturer stood to one side, flicking through his automatic notebook. He looked up.
'Ah, Kotani-chan I presume,' an obvious British accent confirmed the rather dated way of speaking, 'Please come in.'
There was no escape.
'Well, Kotani-chan, I trust you are fully recovered now?'
A minor illness had made her two weeks late joining the class. Not only had she missed all those lectures but also all of her classmates had had time to get to know each other already.
'Yes thank you sir.'
'Good, good. Go and sit over there for now. I'll give you the missing notes after class. My name is Braithewaite by the way, Doctor Braithewaite.'

He indicated a vacant desk near the front centre - the one guaranteed to draw attention and consequently the one undoubtedly shunned by everyone else. Hitomi sensed the other students giving her the once-over as she sat down, arranging her Electro-pad and stylus. But soon the vacant places filled and class began. Almost immediately she became immersed in new concepts and her surroundings were forgotten. It came as a surprise when the bell rang, signifying the end of morning lessons. As her fellow students filed out, Hitomi remained behind. She was able to study them as they headed outside. The usual mix for a late 21st century bunch of students, boys and girls of all nationalities and all dress styles. A few of the boys looked nice, she thought and one or two of the girls were simply stunning. Once the classroom cleared Dr. Braithewaite came over, linked his pad to hers and typed in a few commands. Both machines hummed briefly and the missing lecture notes were downloaded.

There were no lectures scheduled for the afternoon, so Hitomi headed in the direction of her room, determined to catch up on her missing studies as quickly as possible. Nearing the entranceway to the girls' block, she became aware of an attractive blonde, sitting on a low wall and swinging long bare legs. As she approached, the blonde stood up.
'Hi, my name's Stacey. I saw you in class.'
Vaguely recognising the blonde, recalling she had walked out of the lecture hall surrounded by half a dozen of the wilder looking boys, Hitomi replied cautiously but politely.
'I thought you needed someone to fill you in on what's what around here,' the blonde continued, undoubtedly American now, 'You looked a bit lost this morning.'
'That is very thoughtful of you,' Hitomi replied noncommittally. Stacey began a long rigmarole about the day to day events of the University much of which Hitomi already knew from the welcome pack she had studied.
'Perhaps you would like some tea?' Hitomi interjected, as the blonde showed no sign of running down.
'Yeah, that would be good,' they headed for the grav-tubes.

Her mother was something of a traditionalist, so it was easy for Hitomi to lose herself in the small actions of preparing tea. It reminded her of home. And despite her plans for a career, something of her mother had been passed down to the youngster. Although looking like a typical Japanese teenager, she was still a virgin and had never had a serious boyfriend. Some time in the future, once she had a good job, once she had proven herself, she would marry. And she would honour her parents by entering marriage with her virginity still intact. As Hitomi whisked the thin green froth with small, economical movements, she was unaware of being studied closely by her American guest. Gaijan her parents would say of the stereotypical blonde, what with her large breasts and long legs barely concealed within a pink micro-dress. Hitomi didn't think that way. She had grown up within a global culture, where nationalities had little relevance.

This could have possibilities, Stacey was thinking to herself; it was getting difficult to find girls at once innocent, attractive and intelligent. She studied closer. At 17, going on 18, Hitomi had almost completely finished her growing. About 5'4 tall, with a delicately slender body, her oval face framed by long silky black hair; almond-shaped eyes, a nose better defined than on many oriental faces and a wide expressive mouth with inviting lips. Smooth pale-ivory skin showed above the neck of her blouse, hints of small yet well-formed breasts within, slender arms and slim legs partially covered by a sensible skirt completed the visible picture. The whole effect was of someone petite yet perfectly formed. Stacey, usually happy with her body, felt rather too large and awkward in comparison.

Tea was offered and Stacey continued her monologue, switching now to which student was doing what with whom. Hitomi gathered that Stacey had been there for a couple of years, flunking and retaking exams. Pushing 20, this was to be her last chance to get through. She seemed to know everything about everyone. Hitomi was soon lost in a sea of names meaningless to her. Her overriding impression was that the entire student population did nothing except rotate bed partners on what seemed a random basis.
'Hey,' said Stacey finally, preparing to leave the somewhat bemused Japanese girl, 'it's Alfie's birthday tomorrow and there's a big bash at the Delta-K clubhouse. All the gang will be there. Why don't you come along? Be a good chance to get to know people.' Alfie appeared to be one of the group who had left with Stacey, and the 'gang' seemed to include many of Hitomi's new classmates. Hitomi's natural reluctance stood no chance against the brash American. She finally agreed that Stacey would collect her at about 9 o'clock the following evening to show her the way. At last the blonde tornado was gone and she could relax. She spent the remainder of the day reading up on her notes and went to bed early.

The following day passed uneventfully and by the evening she was dressed and ready to go. Minimal clothing was the current trend across most of the earth at present, so she had dressed accordingly. A short, tight fitting pink tank-top covered much of her upper body and a low-slung matching mini skirt covered from hips to mid-thigh. Between the two an inviting slice of soft stomach flesh was clearly visible, dimpled by her deep navel. Her arms and legs were bare in deference to the warm weather. Hitomi had been blessed in that, while not large, her 32B breasts were very pert and firm. She had never needed to wear a bra and only donned one reluctantly, out of respect when her mother's friends called around. Her nipples did tend to stick out rather and it wouldn't do for them to think she was a tart. She wore panties, of course, fitting snugly over mons and covering her small tight buttocks; matching pink since she expected to be dancing and the skirt tended to swirl upwards as she gyrated to the music.

Stacey arrived promptly at nine, her clothing making Hitomi look quite overdressed. The blue Lycra top was little more than a bra, her deep cleavage plunging between full mounds which threatened to overflow if she breathed too deeply; the matching skirt was only slightly wider than a belt, barely covering her pubic mound. She twirled, showing off and, to Hitomi's embarrassment, revealing minuscule briefs that left most of her firm cheeks exposed. While doing this, she covertly studied the innocent Japanese girl, more than ever certain that she had made a good decision. This would be fun - though not necessarily for everyone involved. The two girls set off together.

PARTY-PIECE

The party began well. Some 40 or so teenagers milled about the semi-darkened room. Many crowded the central dance area, moving to the latest synth-rock music, a wild pattern of body parts caught in the hypnotic strobes. Round the edges of the room, still others sat or stood in small groups chatting, or trying to chat over the heavy beat. In the far corner, one couple were draped over an old sofa, apparently on the verge of consummating their relationship in full public view. Apart from that embarrassment, Hitomi was enjoying herself. She had already struck up casual acquaintance with several of her classmates. Circulating, with a low-alcohol fruit drink from which she sipped occasionally, she was starting to feel at home. As always some of the boys gave her admiring looks. She didn't mind, was at least a little flattered. Anyway, she knew how to avoid them. Occasionally she danced, always the fast numbers where there was no physical contact, never with the same boy twice. She hadn't come all this way to find a boyfriend.

It approached midnight and there were signs the party would break up soon. The couple from the sofa, still unconsummated, headed for the door. Music became slower and several teenagers began to pair off on the dance floor, twining around each other like so much ivy. Hitomi was looking round; ready to say her goodbyes, when Stacey waltzed towards her.
'C'mmon, you haven' met my frens yet,' she had obviously been drinking. No wonder she keeps flunking if this is how she acts, Hitomi thought wryly. As always though, she had trouble asserting herself if she thought it might hurt someone's feelings. Hitomi allowed herself to be dragged over to the bar area. She was vaguely aware that Stacey and her six male friends had been monopolising that part of the room for most of the evening. She was also uncomfortably aware of half a dozen pairs of eyes looking her up and down; a couple of the guys leered openly at her tits.
'I really should be getting going,' she said hesitantly, 'I've still got a lot of catching up to do.'
'Yeahh, shhure.' Stacey slurred, 'Jush one more liddle drinkie an' we'll all be gettin' off.' The men seemed to find this hilarious, for some reason Hitomi couldn't fathom. Too polite to risk offending anyone, Hitomi took the proffered glass. A pinkish liquid fizzed within it. No expert, Hitomi wondered if it might be champagne. It went down easily enough, refreshing her a little in the humid air. All of the others were drinking beer, she noticed. They seemed to be watching her.

The humidity was certainly getting bad in here, she thought, maybe someone had turned the air-con off. She was getting warmer and warmer, though the heat seemed to be coming from inside, from her ............... she was embarrassed even to think of it. Was this the effect champagne had, a little muzzily, no wonder it was so popular with lovers! She had better go before she did something silly. For some strange reason her mouth didn't respond properly when she tried to talk. Her legs also seemed to be disobeying her commands. Her seven companions were laughing openly now, was she making a fool of herself? Best to wait a minute for this feeling to wear off. Her clothing was starting to feel restrictive, imprisoning. One time when she was 14, she had broken into her father's whiskey supply with a couple of girl friends. They had got horribly drunk before throwing up in the garden. It hadn't felt anything like this, though. The warm feeling between her legs was growing stronger, an itch that needed scratching. The heat was spreading all over her body; her skin was starting to feel super-sensitive, the slightest breeze making her tingle. Her thought processes were growing increasingly erratic.

'Hey, Hitomi, you look a little weird.' For some reason Stacey didn't sound drunk any more, 'Come in the back with me and we'll soon get you feeling better.' From one small corner of her brain, an untouched part of Hitomi looked out in horror, a prisoner of her own drugged body. No, it screamed silently, get out of here! Get out NOW!! Walking slowly, Hitomi followed Stacey through a previously unnoticed door into a smaller, darker room.
'Just stand over there for a minute.' Stacey gestured towards the centre of the room. Obediently Hitomi did as she was told. Her body was burning up from the inside now, and most of her brain was a pink haze of non-thought. She stood passively, arms loose at her sides, eyes unfocussed, waiting.

Presently her sensitive skin became aware of heat sources closing around her body. Closer they came, until she seemed cocooned in warmth, insulated from the world. Hands gathered up her loose, silky black hair twisted it into a rope, which hung down her back, exposing most of the slim ivory column of her neck. Something warm and wet, like a tongue, began to explore the sensitive skin just below her hairline. The sensation, heightened amazingly by the powerful drug, caused her to moan softly. The warm wetness slithered over her skin, around the side of her neck, and explored the sensitive flesh behind her right ear.
'Aaaahhhhhhh,' she breathed. It felt so good, so right.
'Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh,' she became aware of another warm wet feeling sliding over her slender left shoulder.
'Nnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh,' yet another touched her sensitive waist and began to slowly lap across the shallow belly heading towards her navel.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh,' lower now, almost growling as two more, wet and slightly slimy started simultaneously to lap at each calf.

The small, untouched corner of her mind looked out in growing horror. All seven of her companions must have accompanied her into the room. Stacey was visible, leaning against the wall near the door, arched backwards, shoulders pressing into the hard surface, a look of wanton abandon on her face as she stared back at Hitomi. The brief Lycra top was pulled up and her large breasts hung fully exposed. She noticed Hitomi's eyes focus on her and her hands moved upwards, inwards, massaging the firm globes, squeezing and distorting their natural shapeliness. Fingers moved to stimulate hard jutting nipples, twisting and pulling, tweaking harder, sexing herself up.

But it was below Stacey's waist that the horror began. The brief mini skirt had disappeared, as had the panties; she was totally naked from the waist down, legs akimbo, pubic mound thrust forwards to greet ............... a large creature crouched before her. Erect it would be almost five feet tall. A dome shaped head emerged from its thick body, with no trace of a neck. Large saucer-like eyes, almost six inches across, were placed towards each side of the head. The back was grey, hard looking and segmented, tapering towards a point. More than anything it looked like a large obscene cockroach. Its front appeared softer, fleshier, with an unhealthy looking off-white pallor; something that had crawled from beneath a rock after hiding too long from the sun.

Short, stubby arms appeared from beneath each side of the shell-like back. Ten arms, five pairs in all, no, six arms and four legs. The arms appeared to end in three short finger-like extensions, opposed by a sort of claw. Four of the arms seemed to be clasped around Stacey's legs, holding them apart. The other two were burrowing beneath her blonde thatch, opening her up, parting her cunt lips and spreading them wide. A large triangular maw opened on the dome-like head, high up, almost between the eyes.

From it, a long cylindrical object appeared, an obscene cross between a tongue and a tentacle, fully two feet long and as thick as a wrist for most of it's length, tapering to a blunt point. The tongue snaked out towards Stacey, dripping thick grey gelatinous goo. Its tip brushed her triangle, slobbered down and between her parted labia to massage over the inner walls of her cunt, leaving a trail of slime wherever it touched. Stacey's hips pushed forward, welcoming, and the perverted tongue gathered itself before pushing effortlessly, deep within her body, lubricated by that horrid goo. Pushed deeper and then withdrew slightly, moving rhythmically now in and out, gobbets of grey slime staining soft inner thighs.

Stacey, moaning loudly and continuously now, arched her neck back in ecstasy, finally breaking eye contact with Hitomi. Freed from it's horrified fascination, that last free corner of her mind made a supreme effort and forced unresponsive eyes to move slightly. Seven people had entered the room with her. Stacey was the only one who retained human shape. Five more of the roach-like creatures surrounded her unresisting body. The tongues she felt around her neck and shoulder, over her stomach and up her calves were identical to the one plunging in and out of the blonde's willing cunt. The same greyish gelatinous goo already showed clear tracks over her own firm young flesh.

Overcome, the last bit of her brain that was still Hitomi screamed silently, deep within her innermost being; her tender young body was beyond her control, helpless and vulnerable to the alien assault.

ALIEN INVASION

Apart from that one small corner, all that remained of Hitomi's mind was a pink haze of sensations. She was simultaneously aware of every part of her body, and every bit of it felt aroused. She mentally cringed at each touch, yet each touch drove her deeper into erotic sensation. Already firm breasts were swelling harder, almost painful, as they filled with unaccustomed lust. Her nipples felt like hard stones, jutting wildly, aching for attention. The little bud of her young clitoris stood proud, seemingly peeking from between her labia. Each small movement of her erratic breathing caused it to be gently scraped by the thin cotton of her increasingly sodden briefs.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooohhhhhhhh,' she moaned softly, continuously, almost a part of her breathing

Each of the five aliens' tongues slobbering across her soft yet resilient flesh was experienced as a totally separate sensation. The one licking behind her ear inched forwards, sliding slowly around her neck, stimulating the sensitive skin around her slender throat. Another one trailed down from her left shoulder and across the exposed top of her back, pressing into the flesh around her shoulder-blades, creeping below the tight fabric, feathering down her delicate back. And everywhere they moved, she could sense that horrid secretion, leaving trails across her body, cooling and drying stickily as the alien organs moved on towards her most private places.

The third tongue, having covered all visible areas of her lightly domed belly with it's grey goo, attempted to work it's way upwards under the tight tank-top. The other alien licking down her back frustrated it - there was no more room in the tight garment. A brief moment of respite followed. Three tongues withdrew, leaving only the two on her legs, higher now, curling around her knees to stimulate the sensitive flesh behind. Alien claws started tugging upwards on the fabric of her tank-top while Hitomi's mind fluttered wildly, helplessly, a butterfly trapped behind glass.

Tight cotton dragged across firm breast flesh, over hypersensitive nipples, pulling them upwards, seeming in her drugged condition like the rough palms of a lover's lustful hands. It was enough to tip her over the edge.
'Aiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee ............... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnngggggggghhhhhhhhhh .................. nnnnnnnhhhhh,' nothing she had done in the dark privacy of her solitary nights had prepared for the sheer overwhelming power of this orgasm. Screaming now, spasming helplessly, virgin pussy flooded with sensation, legs trembling with the effort of standing.

Finally it ended. Her breasts cleared the material and, fully exposed, bobbed back into their natural shape. Her nipples, standing proud like small brown thumbs to welcome the air, seemed huge against the petite size of her perfect tits. Strange hands raised her arms high in the air as the tank-top was pulled over her head, thrown aside. Alien hands released her arms, which at once attempted to fall back unresisting to her sides. Something stopped them. Helplessly prisoned within her own mind, Hitomi panicked anew. Her wrists were being held by something. High above her, leather straps depended from the ceiling. Installed long ago for just such a purpose, they had been wrapped firmly about each wrist, holding her arms high and wide, forcing her pert breasts into greater prominence. Even if the narcotic effect wore off, even if she regained the power of movement, she could not now escape.

Two slimy alien tongues returned to their ministrations. One again circling her neck, searching out all the most sensitive spots, leaving trails of goo as it went. The second sliding over her left shoulder, free now to access her entire back, causing a slight shiver as it moved slowly down her spine, lower and lower; curled briefly round her narrow waist, and then lower again. Reached the margins of her pink mini skirt, low on her hips and was again thwarted, almost at the base of her spine. Waited patiently, licking over her lower back, slithering around her tender waist, marking time and waiting for the next stage.

The small core that was Hitomi strained, trying to force eyes to focus, desperate to take her mind off the ways in which her innocent young body was being violated. Succeeded. Stacey, smears of grey slime criss-crossing her body, knelt now on all fours, shoulders low to the ground, large breasts swaying, nipples almost scraping across the carpeted floor, shapely bottom thrust into the air. Looking back over her shoulder, mouth slack with lust, make-up smeared around half-focussed eyes, looking at the alien monstrosity crouched between her parted legs, looming over her arched back. With fascinated repulsion, Hitomi took in more detail. Pincered alien hands gripping smooth buttock cheeks, digging into soft waist flesh, supporting its hideous bloated body as if to .................. oh God, no, clearly visible between its stubby rear legs, a huge phallus reared up, fully 18 inches long and as big around as Hitomi's upper arm. Straining forward, closer, closer, leaking a clear fluid, approaching Stacey's cunt, forcing vaginal walls wide and finally sliding slowly into the willing body of the young blonde, almost to the hilt. New sensations forced Hitomi to again confront what was being done to her own body. Her last view of Stacey held in her mind, the grotesque alien member sliding rhythmically in and out of welcoming cunt lips, spread wide apart by its bulk; alien fluid and cunt juice mingling, rolling down taut young inner thighs.

Hitomi's mind focussed inwards. What had drawn her back? Then she felt it again, a new sensation, clear and distinct, even with all the other feelings flooding her. The fifth tongue had returned, was slithering over her left side, upward over her soft tummy, over her ribs and up again. Gasping anew, she felt at least a foot of slimy alien tongue slide around, circling her firm left breast, contracting, squeezing inwards, and forcing her breast to greater prominence. Squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, milking her, her pert young tit swelling again, swelling more than she thought possible; nipple standing proudly, straining, hard and fully erect, aureole puckered tightly, almost a miniature breast in itself, pushing the peak even further outwards. Then, without losing its merciless milking rhythm for an instant, the tip of that foul alien tongue lashed lightly over her aching teat, instantly triggering another orgasm.
'Oooohhhnnnnggghhhhhhhh' back arching by reflex, thrusting her nipple harder against the tormenting member, cunt twitching as a new flood of love juice leaked out into sopping panties, little more than a rag between shaking thighs.

Mind raging, but still trapped within her helpless young body, Hitomi reached a new plateau of lust. Spasming almost continuously now, barely aware of how her treacherous body was responding to the revolting alien caresses. Twitching wildly, her weight now almost totally supported by the thongs holding her wrists, head flung back, silky black hair hanging straight down not even touching her arched back. She wanted to fight, desperately wanted to fight back against the monstrosities violating her previously untouched body. But what could she do? Even if she had control of her body, her arms were still tied high above her head, and those feelings wracking through her! Much as her mind revolted against it, her body had to respond to those devilish touches, ravishing her, forcing her to feelings she had never before experienced, never even dreamed possible.

Alien fingers clawed awkwardly at her belt buckle, worked it free. The button was more difficult, finally wrenched off. A small zipper suffered a similar fate, and her skirt slipped slowly over her slender hips, down her taut thighs. Alien tongues briefly released her legs to allow the skirt to drop fully to the floor. Pincers hooked into each side of her pretty pink panties, dragged them over hips, unglued them from her sopping pussy and pulled them all the way down her legs. Hands gripped her ankles and removed the panties, eased her legs wider, wider still. Hitomi finally hung there, fully exposed to other eyes for the first time since she was a child being bathed by her mother. What did those alien eyes see? Who could say for certain? Had a human male been there, he would certainly have admired that slim, yet perfectly formed body. His eyes would certainly have been drawn to the prominent mound, made yet more prominent by the slender hips; barely covered by a sparse but sleek black bush, matted now with sweat, doing little to hide pouting cunt lips.

Whatever those alien eyes saw, it seemed to work its magic on them. They closed in earnest now. The first tongue, which had been ceaselessly stimulating her long neck, inched its way over her small chin, explored her face. While her left breast continued to receive attention, another tongue slid onto her right tit, circling it in its turn, squeezing, milking, and pushing at her erect teat. The feeling of both her nipples being manipulated at once triggered another orgasm in Hitomi's aching body, mind blanking out briefly with the intensity of feeling.

Returning to consciousness, she swam in a sea of lust. Dimly became aware that one of the aliens had returned attention to her parted legs. Felt the hideous member leave a trail of slime across her thighs, working inwards, slithering across the soft inner flesh, and almost touching her aching cunt. Became aware of the last tongue, creeping further down her spine, all the way down, across the tight flesh of firm young buttock cheeks, back up to her spine and then straight down, deep into the cleft, following it round all the way to tickle her anus.

Deep in her mind, the untouched part of her struggled to be free, knowing what was coming next. And sure enough it happened. The phallic tongue sliding over her inner thighs moved slowly but purposefully upwards. Skirting her most secret place for the moment, slithering across her pubic mound, tickling her lower abdomen before retreating downwards. Straight down the centre of her cunt, pressing lightly over her erect clit, down until it almost lost contact, then back up, pressing stronger now, easily spreading her pouting lips and sliding between. Sliding upwards the entire length of her parted lips, to flicker over her fully exposed clitoris. Almost frictionless between it's own slime and Hitomi's copious juices, rubbing back and forth, stimulating the sensitive button until she felt she must certainly go crazy.

Orgasm crashed on orgasm as Hitomi began to lose control, writhing helplessly in the bonds that held her erect.
'Aaaaaghhhhhhhh, Aaannnnnnnngggghhhhhhh, Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh, Oooohhhhhhh ...... oohhh ...... ooohhh ...... oohh ...... ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......mmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhh' incoherent sounds tumbling from her gaping mouth, partially muffled as the alien tongue tracing her face arched upwards like the head of a cobra, descended swiftly to slip between parted lips. Almost choking as foul-tasting gelatinous goo slithered down her throat, she barely noticed the phallic tongue as it slid off her twitching clit and lined itself up with her virgin tunnel.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain as her hymen tore and the horrid tongue was deep within her tight vagina, deflowering her young pussy, filling her cunt, overwhelming her with new sensations. Despite her horror-filled brain, Hitomi's drugged body completely lost control. One alien tongue was sliding in and out of her mouth between full lips; two more grasped and manipulated the aching buds of her straining tits; a fourth pressed hard on the tight little button of her anus, unable to gain entry and the last one thrust in and out of her gaping cunt. She was orgasming constantly now, mind torn apart between hatred and lust, wanting it to stop, wanting it to go on for ever.

The foul tongue slid from her vagina and she was dimly aware of an alien raising itself higher along her body, pressing closer, pincers and fingers gripping her waist, digging into the soft cheeks of her ass. That last clear picture of Stacey flashed through her mind and visions of a huge alien member filled her brain. She screamed in helpless terror. Hitomi felt something huge pushing at the tight entrance to her vagina. Pushing insistently, forcing itself into the depths of her helpless cunt, inch by painful inch. Deeper and deeper, stretching wide walls which, until recently, had not even been fully explored by her finger. Pushing right into the very centre of her body, banging against her cervix.

The alien phallus moved slowly within her, buried almost to the hilt. Faster now, thrusting into her tight, spasming cunt without mercy. Screaming orgasms shot again and again through her entire body, pleasure and pain inextricably mixed together in one indescribable sensation. Then she distinctly felt the hot spurt of its foul emission deep within herself, flooding down her naked legs as the alien withdrew ..................... only to be replaced by another.

Time passed in an orgasmic daze. Almost unconscious she was vaguely aware of the aliens periodically changing places, raping her mercilessly, felt a brief respite as several apparently moved over to pleasure Stacey, was certain at one stage that it was the blonde's own tongue lapping at her aching vagina. Mostly she just hung there, body wringing with sweat, thighs swimming with an unholy mixture of alien secretions and cunt juice, moaning quietly, screaming occasionally as a fresh orgasm shot through her ravaged frame.

Gradually, oh so gradually, she became numb to the horror, numb even to the feel of alien tongues slithering over her limp young body, alien members invading her recently virgin cunt. The small corner of her mind which had watched in helpless horror began to collect itself, began to focus her hatred of the hideous aliens still assaulting her twitching form, focussed her hatred of Stacey too, human pimp for alien masters.

Slowly she sensed a light beginning to form in her brain, weakly flickering at first, growing stronger, brighter, finally becoming a ball of mental lightning, held steady, waiting. Unsure what was happening, she held the ball carefully deep within herself, fed it with rage as it grew in intensity. Suddenly she became aware that one of the aliens was trying to force its huge member between the cheeks of her ass, was trying to rape her anus. It was too much. All of her helpless anger coalesced into a split second of ultimate blinding rage. The ball of lightning flared within her mind, expanded, and the whole room was suddenly bright as day, alive with crackling energy.

Hitomi slumped forwards and knew no more.

DIRECTORATE

Slowly surfacing, desperate that it had all been a dream, knowing from aching breasts and vagina that it wasn't. Eyes fluttering, bright lights on a white ceiling, white walls, machines tracing lazy lines across fluorescent screens, the unmistakable signs of a hospital. No! Two men sitting on cheap-looking chairs against the wall! Huddling under the sheets, childlike, hoping the flimsy cotton would protect her from further danger.
'Please relax, miss. We mean you no harm.' Soothing tones, the men making no attempt to get closer to her, no attempt to touch her. Trying to reply, words coming out as a croak though parched lips.
'I can pass you a drink if you would like me to, miss,' from one of the men.
'No! No! Keep away from me!' a panicky barely understandable mumble. Neither man appeared to move but seconds later a pretty young nurse came into the room, carrying a jug of what appeared to be iced orange juice and a glass. She poured a drink and helped Hitomi hold the glass to her lips.

'Stay, please,' Hitomi asked the nurse, her voice stronger now. The nurse glanced at the two men enquiringly.
'Of course, we'll wait outside until Ms Kotani feels stronger.' They rose as one and left the room. Nurse McManus, according to the nametag, busied herself about the room, doing nurse-type things, using a thermometer, scribbling on a chart, straightening pillows and generally giving Hitomi a sense of growing security. Finally, sipping her third glass of juice, she felt strong enough to speak. 'Where am I? What day? Who were they?' it all came out jumbled together. Nurse McManus was probably used to disoriented patients.She answered slowly, evenly.
'You are in the private wing of the Djakarta Free Hospital and today is Thursday. You were brought in early Wednesday morning. You've been asleep for almost 30 hours.'
'But............what about............', she shuddered.
'I don't know all of the details. Paramedics answered a call to the University and brought you in here. Nothing is broken though you were badly bruised and apparently in shock.'

Nothing but my hymen, Hitomi raged inwardly.
'What about the men?'
'I'm not sure exactly who they are. They turned up here a few hours after you arrived. A very senior policeman vouched for them and they've been sitting there ever since.' She giggled. 'I don't think they've even left to use the bathroom in all that time.' Hitomi was briefly disturbed at the thought of them sitting there, staring at her while she slept. But after all, what could they do to her now that mattered worth a damn. Her body was soiled, would never be clean again. Nothing mattered any more. How could she go back to college now? How could she ever face her parents with the knowledge of what had happened to her? Her life lying in ruins about her, she sunk into despairing apathy. Nurse McManus had seen that look before; patients like her shouldn't be left alone with their thoughts. She herself only knew the patient was some sort of rape victim, but she also knew that such victims too often blamed themselves, even tried to commit suicide. Something was needed to bring the patient out of herself.
'Those two men have been waiting a long time. Maybe you should get it over with.'
'Why not,' Hitomi replied listlessly.

The nurse disappeared for a few seconds, returned with the men trailing behind her. Walking over to the bed, she passed Hitomi a long cord ending in a button.
'I'll be right outside. Just press this if you need anything,' she closed the door behind herself as she left. Both men sat down by the wall, Similarly dressed in dark suits and dark ties, with sunglasses peeking from breast pocket; they looked like a television version of FBI agents.
'Ms Kotani,' formal but not unfriendly, voices neutral while eyes focussed just above her head, a little embarrassed but also compassionate. 'We need to ask you some questions about the events which took place on Tuesday evening.' They even spoke like G-men in a soap opera. Haltingly she talked her way through the early evening, the pink fizzy drink, the way her body refused to obey her commands, stopped as she mentally approached the fateful door. How could she tell these men that giant cockroaches had repeatedly raped her? They would think her insane. It was straight out of a low-budget horror movie. But she had seen it, experienced it. Maybe she was insane. Maybe whatever had really happened had driven her to madness. The men appeared to be reading her mind.
'Ms Kotani. We have already examined the scene and the bodies of the aliens. We have a good idea of what happened but need confirmation of the details from you.'

Aliens? Bodies? She was mad. These men probably didn't exist either; they must be a part of her delusion. Everyone knew that no trace of aliens had ever been found anywhere in the twelve human star systems. The men read her mind again. One of them spoke.
'Ms Kotani, what I am about to tell you is known to only a handful of people outside of the top levels of planetary government. If you try to repeat it to anyone they will just laugh at you, and there will be no one around to support your story. But we are deadly serious.'

Twenty years ago, she was told, Interplan, the Interplanetary Police Force, had been investigating a series of young ladies who had disappeared under unusual circumstances. Their investigations led to a remarkable breakthrough and to a startling conclusion. Aliens did indeed exist and were aware of humanity. More than that, certain of the alien races capable of shape-shifting were already on the planets of the Twelve Suns, posing as humans. It was decided that Interplan was not the right organisation to combat this menace. A new organisation was needed. And so the Alien Defence Directorate was formed, operating from an ultra-secret base on an asteroid in the Antares system, funded secretly by a combination of all governments but independent, controlled by none of them.

Their first job was the missing girls. Enquiries took years and the lives of several agents but eventually they learned that the disguised aliens, aided by human underlings, were kidnapping girls and taking them to alien worlds, where they fetched a very high price as sex-slaves. That trade was still continuing, despite their best efforts and Hitomi was to have been their latest victim.
'We knew for some time that an alien cell was operating in this area but we couldn't pin them down. They seem to like operating near universities. Probably lots of young girls away from home and vulnerable. We know of at least five other girls missing,' one of the men concluded the explanation.

'Now comes the part we don't understand,' the other man continued. She still couldn't tell them apart. 'We got the call from a contact in the police and shuttled over from the Melbourne office. When we got to the scene we found six dead bugs and one dead earth-girl but no clues to what killed them. We hope you can help.' Hitomi had listened to their story with growing incredulity. She accepted now that she was not insane. But those aliens, bugs as the men called them, had tried to kidnap her! Tried to take her to some disgusting planet where slimy monsters would rape her endlessly for the rest of her life! Has already done just that to who knew how many girls like her! A burning rage swept away any last traces of the depression into which she had been sinking.

Tight-lipped, staccato, she related the relevant points of her ordeal. Her visitors still kept their focus away from her face, listening intently. Lips tightened as she described the multiple rapes. The older man had a daughter approaching puberty. He thought of her and his mind briefly wandered into a fantasy of blood and gore, of alien bodies crushed and broken. Hitomi hesitated as she reached the final few minutes, trying to describe something she didn't understand. She stumbled through her story of the light growing in her mind, the final attempted indignity, the lightning flashing through the room. The men seemed excited by this.

'Ms Kotani, you have been very brave telling us all this. As far as we know, you are the only person ever to have escaped from them. The information you have given us is very useful; it's filled in a lot of blanks. But we need to ask you for something more. This mental lightning bolt is potentially a very important development. Would you agree to visit our base so that our scientists can try to discover what happened to you? Of course, we will understand if you choose not to, if you'd rather just put everything behind you. We can square everything with the local police and with your college. You can return to your normal life a few days after you leave hospital. And it goes without saying, if you came with us you would be free to leave the base at any time.'

Hitomi lay lost in thought for many minutes. She knew she could never face her classmates again. Knew she could probably never have the career and family she had planned. Knew also that it would be a long time before she could look into the eyes of her parents. And most of all, she knew that she hadn't killed anywhere near enough of those alien bastards to even start to make them pay for the destruction of her previously happy life. At last she spoke.
'I will come with you, but only with conditions. I want to become a full member of the Directorate, an agent not a guinea pig in some lab. I want go out and get even with these bugs. And I don't want to operate under my own name. From now on Hitomi Kotani has ceased to exist.' She mused for a moment or two.

'From this moment on I will to be known simply as SpaceGirl.'

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