Part 2 of: I Was Abducted by Horny Aliens!

The Q Files This story is continued from: Part 1: I Was Abducted by Horny Aliens!

After crawling into my sleeping bag, I shut my eyes and sleep seemed to come immediately; half consciously I reckoned that was a good thing.

The next thing I remember was sleepily and happily feeling aroused. It was like I was in the middle of a super wet dream or perhaps like when you wake to find your boyfriend’s cock gently trying to find its way into your ass, while his hand strokes your morning hard on.

Nice; I smiled and spread my legs wide, thrust my cock forward and opened my eyes.

I blinked more than once I should think…Nothing made any sense. I was no longer in the woods, that much I was sure of. My surroundings – Bright and white – I couldn’t really make out very many details but I was in some sort of bright white room.

I seemed to be lying on my back on some sort of platform or table with my legs spread wide and something mechanical was thrusting piston like in and out of my ass. My cock which no longer felt hard was attached to some milking machine like contraption that was sucking and pulling my now flaccid cock.

I also seemed to be restrained somehow. I couldn’t actually see any restraints but when I moved I seemed to be held by some elastic restraint.

Although I appeared to be alone I had the feeling of being intently watched.

A mild electrical like impulse coursed through my body at that point; it was if someone was trying to stimulate some sort of response out of me; probably my dick, now that I think about it.

All I could do though was silently yelp. That was the other odd part of this entire experience…Although I tried to talk, yell or moan as the case may be during my stay in this room, I could never hear my voice audibly nor that of my captors.

My captors must have realized that there was little point in keeping me hooked up to this bizarre contraption as I was no longer aroused and wasn’t likely to become aroused again any time soon from the metal machine.

The apparatus that was attached to my dick release and retracted into the ceiling and the anal probe pulled out of me one last time and disappeared into the end of the table that I lay on.

My legs were gently yet firmly closed and laid down to rest on the table by some unseen force. I never saw what had been holding my legs spread in the air.

It is getting late as I write this and my thoughts are scrambled and whirling with emotion about what happened next.

I shall have to close off for now and continue on when my mind stops racing.