The Harvest

The three stepped inside to find themselves in an antechamber with blank metallic walls all the way around and hooks pinned halfway to the ceiling. Ashley and Beverly stood there, confused at what to do, and looked toward the alien for a clue only to see that he was removing the only garment he wore. The grey trousers slid off his toned legs and out flopped his flaccid hybrid cock, "What in the fuck are doing?!", asked a weirded out Ashley.

"Oh, yes. We must remove our clothes so that they aren't stained or ruined. The products we harvest can sometimes destroy clothes."

"That's understandable", said Beverly, "I'd strip down sometimes back on the farm so I'd have to do less laundry. Maybe not this much but..." As she trailed off, the cowgirl started to strip down to her skivvies. First went the right blue jeans, the, she unbuttoned her red and black flannel shirt, after that it was the straw cowboy hat and the leather boots. She stood there in her polkadot undies for a second before throwing caution to the wind and stripping those off two; now she stoked there in her tanned birthday suit, some freckles on her face and chest.

"Are you crazy?! I am not doing this!", yelled Ashely before she attempted to leave.

"Is your friend having trouble? Let me help," said their new alien friend then grabbed Ashley and dragged her over to him. His meaty, four fingered hands gripped the gem of Ashley's black yoga pants and pulled them clean off, popping off the running shoes on her feet in the process and leaving a tight almond brown butt clad only in a purple. Her pink sports bra was yanked off next and two perky C's came bouncing out and her hands came up to shield them. Last was that purple thong the he'd wedgied before flipping her upside down and letting her fall to the dirt floor.

Ashely stood once again, knowing that an attempt to cover herself was foolish and decided to continue on the tour, "Ugh, fine. But my clothes had better be here when I come back!" He nodded in response and ushered the girls into the next room where the were tons of intricate machines strewn throughout its huge amount of space. Still, there were no signs of any animals or any other workers, "So what in the hell do you do here?", asked the annoyed rich girl.

He pointed at an empty square surrounded by machinery, "Go right over there and I'll show you." The two did so as he stood next to some sort of console, "Take your positions right there on that bar." A thin bar connected two pokes and acted as one of the open square's three sides; Beverly went up to it bent over and bent over with her hands on the bar.

"Like this?"

"Yes, now you angry human."

"Fine, fucking weird if you ask me. Bent over like some," and as soon she she took hold of the bar the alien pressed a button on the console and the two girls were held there by cuffs that sprang forth around their wrists,"whore..."

"Um, what's going on?", asked Beverly.

"Well when we start the harvesting process, most find it hard to stay still so we restrain them so we can continue without much interruption."

"Harvesting what?!", the two questioned in unison as another few buttons were pressed and they heard the sounds of machines overplaying behind them. The noise got closer and louder and made the two girls sweat with fear, anticipating whatever was going to happen.