Encounter of the Fourth Kind

I awoke in basically the same state as last time. The pain from my clit was dull, but sharp again when I moved. I opened my eyes and saw Sally. She was no longer in the contraption that held her earlier. She was sitting on her knees near the far wall, looking at her breasts. She was holding them both softly. It looked as though she were trying not to move. She cringed each time she breathed.

“I'm sorry.” I said trying to sit without allowing my clit to fall onto the floor. I caught it in my hand before it hit the ground, but it still felt terrible. I doubled over just as she replied to me. I was too distracted to catch what she said, of course. I looked back up to her questioningly.

“I know you well enough to know you wouldn't normally do that, Mandy. They did something to you. You would never hurt me like that on purpose.” She said softly, sniffing back the tears that would have caused her chest to bounce if not checked.

Just then, a soft swooshing noise came from the wall across from me, to the side of Sally. When I looked over that way, there was a doorway. Beyond the doorway was a hall. The hall seemed to be made of the same luminescent material as the room we were in. I looked back at Sally as she looked back to me.

“They're herding us.” She said, in her odd calm voice she had been using this whole time.

“What if they're releasing us?” I asked, and began to stand. Slowly. it took effort to not move my clit roughly, though it hurt regardless. Once up and steady, I walked over to Sally and held out my free arm to help her get up steadily.

She began to stand without my help. I suppose she still didn't trust me fully. I didn't, either. When she was standing, a few tears trickled down one cheek, but her breathing remained mostly regular. She had a look of mild pain on her face.

I edged towards the doorway and looked down the hallway. The hallway extended something like one hundred feet, but I had never been wonderful at guessing dimensions in this way. About halfway down the hall was something dark along the wall. Perhaps a mural or window. There was something just beyond it, on the same side of the wall, but I couldn't tell from here. I looked at the doorway, and there didn't seem to be anything trapped or misleading about it. I took one step through. I took the step a little too hard, jolting my clit and forcing me to bend a bit, waiting for the air to return to my lungs.

Once the pain died down to a dull throb again, I slowly edged my way down the hall, wishing I could walk faster without hurting myself. Sally was about five feet behind me. When I looked at her, she seemed to have a more difficult time walking than I did, so I slowed down to keep together.

It seemed to take forever, walking along the unfurnished and undivided walls. We finally got to the dark part of the wall, which was the entire hight of the right side of the hallway, and about ten feet along it. I held my mouth agape  and walked to the center of it when I noticed what it was. It was a window into a dark bluish room. The room it looked into was a ten foot cube, the window being one of the walls. It was full of a blue liquid. The most obvious and disturbing thing in the room, the only thing, actually, was the collection in the center of the room.

Sally gasped and swore softly, unable to be loud in her shock. Without body, there were two arms and two legs. They were positioned as though they were attached to a body. The arms were held out straight, the legs being held wide, but in a natural and relaxed state. In where a neck would be, by my guess, was some sort of flesh I couldn't identify. In between the tops of the legs, though, there was a vulva. Both inner and outer labia, to be more specific, there was not a whole vulva.

Sally was next to me, saying something. I couldn't hear. I pressed my hands against the glass, trying to look for a door into the room on one of it's walls. I almost did, anyhow. As my clit reached the bottom of it's slight fall, I doubled over and hit my head against the glass. The pain in my head was slight at best. My biggest concern was my tortured clit, which felt about to tear off. I quickly grabbed it. Somehow I hadn't fallen to the floor. I was leaning against the glass, pressing myself against it. Though my hand still felt like sandpaper, the pain was fading.

I discovered I was crying when the pain had gone most of the way. Sally was next to me, looking at me as though she wanted to hug me, but my sobs would certainly torture her massive, succulent tits. 'No, I shouldn't have thought that way.' I though told myself.

I wiped my face and began to step to the far side of the window, where the something else was. I still cried, but it wasn't sobs, and Sally placed her head against mine before my first step. When I walked away from her, she looking in the room, I inspected the cubbyhole that was about waist high and was the other thing I couldn't identify on the other side of the dark part of the hallway. Dripping from near it's center was a greenish fluid. I recognized it immediately, for it pooled out of a person's orifices.  Specifically, it was dripping from an anus and the vagina that was below it.

It was as though this person's legs had been removed. The person was lying on their stomach. They had no arms, either, as I continued looking up. Their head was to the side, moving, trying to look back at me, but the cubby was too thin to allow her to rotate enough to see. Her mouth was moving, but no sound came out. The cubby was just wide and long enough to fit the limbless girl, but it was about five feet tall, extending far above my head.

My clit didn't hurt so badly, while I looked at that beautiful, sexy ass. I realized then that this was Amanda. I felt stupid for it to take so long. I felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was going to throw up but I never began to retch, only coughed. My eyes were caught on that ass, and the feeling in my stomach subsided. The pain in my clit was fading quickly. The way it moved, trying to turn over, the torso hitting each side of the cubby without much sound, as though it were padded. It was turning and sliding like the ass of a beautiful stripper giving a lap dance.

I felt my clit getting hard again. I pried my eyes away from it to look at Sally. I needed to be reminded what horrible thoughts they were, going through my head. She seemed paralyzed, staring straight ahead at the nightmarish display of human body parts. I looked at them, hoping their gruesomeness would return me to my normal state of mind. I saw what I assumed were my own labia, and my clit throbbed with pleasure. It was pretty, after all.

'No!' I told myself, tearing my gaze away from the form in the room. My gaze landed right on Amanda's ass again. My left hand, the hand not holding my now erect clit, grabbed her left butt cheek. I was dazzled by it. It was so soft, yet firm. It was so healthy and beautiful. I squeezed slightly, pulling the cheek a bit to the side to gaze at her asshole. I hadn't thought to, but the tip of my clit was suddenly aimed at her asshole as I stepped closer.

I noticed my clit's size as I grabbed either side of her ass and pulled her towards me as I pressed the first inch in. It was easily eight inches long, two wide. I slowly slid it in, watching in glorious triumph as each individual quarter inch slid in. The tightness was wonderful, the thrashing of the torso and head only adding to the pleasure of it all.

Someone was next to me, saying something. I looked up at them, pausing my progress into the ass I was violating, “... it's Amanda! Please stop! You have to stop! This is rape, you're raping her! Friends would not do someth...” SLAP!

It seemed like she was in the middle of a sentence, but without even thinking about it I had slapped her. It was a hard back hand. She flew to the side and down, her hands stopping her fall all the way to the floor. My clit was no longer in Amanda's ass, which was slightly over the edge of the cubby. I shouted something at the form of Sally as she turned into a sitting position, grabbed her tits, and yelled. She was crying, trying to calm herself down. Her tits shook in exaggerated detail, each wobble bringing more pain to her face. She looked up at me and I stepped towards her. She looked down, as though in apology, and I stopped my advance.

I turned back towards the gloriously tight ass I was raping moments before. It was wiggling slowly from side to side, trying to distribute it's weight such that it could get further into the cubby. I was back at it, holding each side again, pulling it onto my clit. I entered her asshole faster this time. I went slowly, but much faster than before, trying to get back where I was last time. I paused in triumph on obtaining my former depth in her ass. Her thrashing again served only to make me more excited.

Her thrashing felt good on my clit as well. However, I had to forge ahead. Again I progressed slowly, enjoying it as fine wine. I looked up at her face, trying to swing around to yell something at me, but no noise came forth, aside loud breathing. The breathing sounded like panting. She was enjoying it, she loved being fucked in the ass by force, or so I thought in the state I was in. I had gotten just over six inches deep when I encountered resistance. At that moment, she stiffened. Her torso thrust forward, as though trying to get her ass away from me. Too bad I was holding it. She could do nothing to escape.

I glanced over at Sally. She was watching the whole thing happen, crying silently. The way she held her huge tits made it seem like she was trying to turn me on. I had begun slowly fucking Amanda's ass. I was moving over an inch in and out, each time going out a tad further and back in until her torso twitched at the point of resistance. For every inch I pulled out, I had gotten another quarter inch deeper on my thrusts. Her head was to the side a bit, bowed, clutching crying eyes shut.

I began using most of the length, pounding her ass, watching for it to get all the way in. Once it had gotten all the way in, it felt truly wonderful. I shouted in my excitement. I didn't comprehend what I shouted, if there was anything to comprehend about it. Soon, I was nearing orgasm. I picked her up at her mid torso and picked her up. I held her close to my chest in a bear hug and pulled her up and down against my thrusts. I wound up on my knees, slamming my clit into her ass with as much force as I could muster. The sound of her ass against my crotch made wet slapping noises, and I was vaguely aware of my thighs hurting.

Then I had the most powerful orgasm I ever had. I continued slamming her throughout my orgasm. After I was done, while I was quivering uncontrollably, it started getting dark again. I became conscious of what I had just done. Be fore I could set Amanda down softly and hope to save her any more unneeded pain, before my clit had even began moving out of her ass, I was falling.