Cindy gets picked up

Cindy stared up at the brilliant light, shading her eyes. It didn't help. An invisible **** lifted her naked body off the ground, her arms and legs flailing as she slowly tilted backwards. It must be Martians, like from that radio show Mr. Wells had done to scare everybody. But they weren't real.

"You're not real!" she shouted, but nobody answered. She squirmed and wriggled, but nothing happened except that her stupid big breasts flopped around like jelly. She had to grab them to hold them still, and when she did she noticed that her nips were firm little bumps under her palms.

Cindy was drawn upwards into the light. The chill night air was forgotten as a deep tingling sensation enveloped her body. Under other circumstances she would have thought it felt nice, but in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere it was just terrifying.

When she saw the rotating metal disk she was being drawn up towards she screamed. Then everything went black.

Cindy awoke on a warm metal table. She was spread-eagled, held in place by metal bands around her wrists and ankles, along with one around her waist. She tugged at them, but they didn't give. She tried to wriggle out, but that didn't work either. She cried for someone - anyone! - to help her.

A feminine voice said, "Stop mewling, Cindy."

"Linda!? They got you too?"

"Not quite."

Linda walked into view, looking not at all like her normal cheerleader self. She was taller and thinner and bald, with gray skin and huge eyes and long arms ending in three long thick fingers. Her boobs were smaller than usual and they had no nubs. Her between-the-legs had some kind of flower in it. Two moving tendrils like tiny pink bulrushes grew from the center of the flower and seemed to be reaching toward her.

Linda placed a small plastic ovoid against Cindy's hoo-hoo; it vibrated. Cindy felt a warm wetness growing inside herself. After just a moment grey Linda picked it up and felt it.

"She has it, Captain."

A deeper female voice replied, "Excellent. Extract it immediately."

Linda reached under the table and took out a shiny metal rod, about half an inch in diameter and eight or nine inches long. It slid easily into Cindy's hole.

"That's cold!"

"Do you like it?"

"No!"

"Then why is your cunt watering?"

Cindy was shocked at the nasty word Linda had used. She was also totally embarrassed because Linda was right. The wand was turning her on even faster than Tommy had. Tommy?

"Is Tommy a spaceman too?"

"No, just a dupe. Though watching him mate with you was an interesting experience."

"You were watching!?"

"You squeak when his pubic mound strikes your clitoris."

"I do not! Eep!" Cindy's most sensitive spot tingled where Linda had tapped it with her finger. "Eep! Eep! Eep! Eep! Stop it! Eep! Please! Eep!"

Linda turned her attention to the wand inside Cindy's private place, wiggling it vigorously. Cindy could feel it moving within her and the liquid oozing around it. She let out a low moan.

Linda looked away again and said, "It's not working. We'll have to find another way to extract the energy."

Linda slid the rod out and Cindy found she desperately wanted it back, but was too afraid and embarrassed to say anything.