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She had no idea how long she had been sleeping when she awoke this time. But, she woke to the sound of voices nearby. She tried to remain still to avoid alerting the speakers to her state of consciousness.
“You see why I had to leave now don't you,” she heard the familiar voice say.
“No, I really don't Ny-len. We brought her here for a purpose. And if you're already up to the task, why postpone it? Why not take her now?” a second voice responded.
“Take me where?” Rachel wondered.
She hadn't the slightest clue what was going on. She dared to open her eyes just a little to peek at the scene before her. But she closed them again quickly as the pair turned and began heading in her direction. She focused on her breathing, keeping it steady as if she were still fast asleep. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand touch the soft skin of her thigh, but forced herself to remain still. The hand slid down her thigh and then back up, stopping less than an inch away from her opening.
“I can certainly see why you're ready for this Ny-len,” the other voice continued. The voice was so near she was certain it was this one that currently had his hand on her thigh.
“You know I don't want it to be like that,” Ny-len responded.
“But, you can feel the energy coming from her as well. You know that she was responding to you. I could practically smell her arousal from the other room, Ny-len,” the voice continued in such a logical tone.
“No!” Rachel screamed silently. How in the world could they possibly know how her body had been responding? She couldn't understand herself why the strange and beautiful alien creature had her so aroused. As if her body could sense him yet again, she was already beginning to feel that same throbbing she had felt before.
And then the hand on her thigh was moving again, gliding in one swift sweep up over her hip, her waist. Rachel gritted her teeth against the arousal coursing through her. Fingers circled around her tits and then continued down the center of her stomach to move slowly over her fabric-covered clit.
“Oh my God!” Rachel thought.
She couldn't believe it. She could have sworn it was a hand that had been moving across her body, but all of a sudden, the object over her clit began to vibrate. She sat up abruptly, forgetting that she had been trying to maintain the appearance of sleep. She was wide awake, but the heat spreading throughout her body must have been clouding her vision. It looked like it was a hand that rested against her clit, and it was vibrating! And it didn't stop just because Rachel was sitting up, staring back at him. It was not Ny-len, but the other human-like creature in the room. He pressed his fingers more firmly against her clit and the vibrations suddenly increased. Rachel moaned loudly and her head rolled back in pleasure.
She knew this was wrong, and she should resist; scream, claw, jump off the table...but then the vibrations increased even more. Within seconds Rachel's body was writhing on the cold, smooth surface beneath her, and she began to cum with the vibrating fingers pressed hard against her clit. She collapsed back on the table, and Ny-len pushed the other figure's hand away from her body.
“You see,” said the figure. “She wants it. Even now, in the aftermath of her orgasm, she is not resisting. She is drawn to you, and so much so that with you here, her body is happy to accept me as well,” he explained.
Keeping her eyes closed, Rachel tossed what the stranger said around in her mind for a moment. She had just cum right there before two strangers—to vibrating fingers! And as much as she knew she should resist, she wanted more. She was so embarrassed by her wanton behavior, but still she stayed where she was.
“You don't have to complete the task just yet. But let her body get used to what you can do to it. Look at her, Ny-len, sense her, smell her. You know her body wants this,” the stranger urged.
Ny-len was too aroused to walk away this time. But he wouldn't take things too far just yet. He wanted to see for himself how Rachel would respond to him. He looked down at her; she was laying back but her knees were bent. Instead of touching her, he spoke.
“Will you stretch out your legs for me, Rachel? Lay flat on the table?” he queried softly.
She knew without a doubt that she should refuse. There was absolutely no way she should be agreeing to Ny-len's request, but she did, as her eyes opened to gaze into his hooded eyes.
What was wrong with her?
“That's it, Rachel. God, you look incredible spread out before me like this,” he spoke in awe. “I want to touch you now, Rachel. Will you let me touch you?” he asked.
Again, she didn't know why but she nodded her consent as part of her screamed at her to stop this. She was humiliating herself. Did she want to be known forever as a whore? Ny-len used one hand to slowly pull down the waist of her shorts just enough to expose her clit. He placed his fingers there, where his brother's fingers had been just a moment ago. He rubbed slowly for a moment, watching the response in her eyes. And then the vibrations began again, gentle at first and then with increasing speed and intensity.
“Oh God, yes!” her depraved mind screamed to her.
If this is what being a whore felt like, then yes. She wanted to be a whore! Rachel's back arched off the table, her hips writhed and she stifled her screams with her hand. She began to cum, and this time even more violently than the first, her body bucking wildly against Ny-len's vibrating fingers. He removed his hand from her body and returned the waistband of Rachel's shorts to where it had rested prior. But this time, Rachel did not squeeze her eyes closed in humiliation. She stared back at Ny-len as the aftershocks of her orgasm spread through her, confused and desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
The look on his face turned fierce as he fought to hold back his own desire. It scared Rachel enough to shake her out of her horny stupor. She quickly scurried away to the other end of the table and nearly fell off in her haste. Ny-len was there, moving as a blur before her eyes to prevent her fall. And then he was dashing out of the room as he had before.
The other stranger let his eyes roam over Rachel's body one more time, and then he followed Ny-len out the door, leaving Rachel alone once again. She had to try to escape, but she had no idea how. The door didn't work, and aside from the table she had found herself on this morning, there was nothing else in the room. Just walls and floor, and no sign of a trap door anywhere. So, she sat there. What else could she do?