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February | 2014 | Pressing Flesh

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New Release – ProbeD by the Alien

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Hello readers, and thank you for allowing me to share today!!

ProbeD by the Alien (Alien Sex Slave Series)
A romantic evening in the park turns into a group of friends worst nightmare, as they are abducted by aliens who use their bodies anyway they want to.
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Ginger Singh and Roxie Elms are a duo of erotica writers pushing the envelope and enjoying the hell out of it. Check out our stalker links to keep up with our work!
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Excerpt:
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I came to in the dark not able to see in front of me. There was something holding my arms above my head, and something holding my feet to some type of platform. I was stood straight up, and I could tell that I wasn’t wearing any clothes.

“Hello,” I called out and heard someone whimpering to my left.

Before I had a chance to call out to them the platform started to move, and took me straight down. I was facing the ground and falling. I started to scream loudly. There was a light where the ground should be. It was a floor of some sort covered in blue circles that were lighting the surrounding area. I screamed louder as I continued falling through the air towards the floor. Just before I hit, the lights on the platform slowed down, and I was upright again. We were in some type of arena. I could see Carl across from me still unconscious on his own platform. He was completely naked and his dick was being held straight out by a metal device. He was huge, twice the size of Thomas in girth and length. The metal apparatus must have kept him hard.

I stared longer than I meant to but couldn’t help myself. It was no wonder Diana was always so happy. I felt like I was dreaming, almost as if I had been drugged. As more lights cut on around us I saw that we were all four in the same situation strapped to black platforms, naked, and tied up. Thomas was looking around frantic, hard again from the metal brace holding his dick.

“Are you okay babe,” he called out to me when his eyes landed on my naked body.

“Do I fucking look okay, Thomas?” I was angry he would ask.

“I meant are you hurt. Did someone hurt you?” Okay that was kind of sweet.

“No, but I would like to know what the hell is going on.” Diana was still whimpering. I looked over at her trembling body. Her big natural breasts were jiggling in the black leather straps that had her chest pressed back against the black board. I looked down noticing my breasts were free, but they weren’t as big as hers.

As more and more lights came on, it became apparent that we were in an arena full of people who began to cheer. They weren’t people though; they were green with giant heads. Fucking aliens! This could not be happening to me, I told myself, biting my cheek to try and wake up. I felt certain it had to be a dream. The little green men I had always heard about weren’t little at all. One was walking up to us, and he was massive, he had bulging arm muscles and a wide chest. They wore nothing but loin cloths so I could see that he had tight abs.  Except for the giant green head and the big black eyes, he had a nice body. There were women, too. At least I assumed they were women based on the four large breasts sitting on each of their exposed chests. Apparently, loin cloths were the uniform of choice for aliens regardless of whether you were male or female. .

“What are you going to do to us?” I didn’t know if they spoke English, but I was willing to try to figure out what was happening. The one in front of me tilted his head and then spoke in a clicking and moaning language, but as he pushed a strange belt buckle the clicking was translated.

“Greetings, sex slaves, you are here for one purpose. You are here for our entertainment as our puppets.” I wanted to scream and cry as the crowd erupted in a fit of applause and yelling. Nothing made sense. How the hell had we ended up here?

Diana was begging the lady standing in front of her to let her go. She was speaking quietly so the rest of us couldn’t hear her, but the words traveled in the arena. We all heard her begging just for herself to be let go, and no one else. What a selfish bitch.

The clicking continued and was translated so we understood.

“Let the show begin.”