Alien Abduction in the City: A Desperate Encounter

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This story is just something I’m trying out. When I post the second part it might not have sex, and this part doesn’t have very much in it either. It’s just a fun story I wanted to write. So if you’re looking for a story with lots of sex in it then you should probably stop right now.








Alien Sightings





Walking to her car around midnight, Vanessa saw her silver Audi in sight when she heard something behind her. Stopping she turned around slowly, but she didn’t see anyone. Living in the city was always tough, and Vanessa really didn’t like living in the cities. Just the fact that her dream job was here kept her from moving elsewhere.


At twenty years old she practically would never work a day in her life. She was an assistant editor, or I guess in actual terms an intern with Benn’s Publishing. It was a good sized publishing firm, but they had the right amount of people, and everyone was pretty nice there. Her boss was okay, but sometimes she needed to relax. With good intentions always comes the part where maybe they were too good.


The city had been good to Vanessa so far, but she didn’t like the fact that it was a city. It was easy to get lost if you didn’t know where you were going, and people were rude. Just plain rude. Nights were hard too. Working late nights there was always that fear of walking out to your car alone. Tonight was one of those nights.


Walking toward her car she managed to get across the road before she heard foot steps behind her. Not wanting to turn around she fished for her keys. Her purse was big, and it was a pain to have to go through everything in it for just one little thing.

“Did you lose something?”

Vanessa jumped at the sound of a male voice, and nearly had a heart attack right there. Turning around she faced the man only to find that he was not only attractive, but insanely hot.

“I...no they were just buried deep.” Pulling her hand out of her bag the man watched as she jiggled her keys letting him see that she had in fact found them. She regretted her choice of words immediately.

“You have a lot of stuff in your bag. I haven’t figure out if you’re thinking I’m a rapist or stalker.” He joked running a hand through his hair.

“Actually I was going for more of the rapist thing.” She blushed when his eyes went wide with amusement, and saw them dip downwards not bothering to hide the fact that he was checking her out.

“I guess that’s only fair since its midnight,” He said checking his watch, “and you’re out here alone by yourself.”

“Working late. I love my job, but like all others it has its downfalls.” She noticed the way his eyes turn a silverish-blue as his eyes came back up. Seconds ago they had been a light brown.

“My names Brandon by the way.” He stuck out his hand, and she took his carefully.

“Vanessa.”

“Well Vanessa, how about you and I go find something to eat.” He checked his watch again. “It’s only ten after midnight. Coffee Shop might be open.”

Vanessa looked to her car, and then at Brandon before deciding he was nice enough. One coffee wouldn’t hurt, and he seem like he wouldn’t cause any problems. What was she thinking? She didn’t do this kind of stuff. She didn’t know this guy, and who know who he is. She’d never seen him around, but she found herself accepting.

“Sure.” She agreed pushing her hair out of her face.

“Great. How about I follow you to your apartment so that you can drop your car off, and when we’re done I can just give you a ride home.” He said pointing to a silver Mercedes-Benzes.

“I can just meet you there. I don’t mind driving.” She didn’t want to have no escape routine if things went wrong. She needed some way out.

“Oh come on. I swear I’m not going to attack you, or anything crazy like that. I’m just an honest guy.” The look he gave her was enough to cave her in.

Nodding she agreed to drop her car off, and then just take his car to the Coffee Shop.


The Coffee Shop was quiet, and the only other person there was the cashier. She looked bored, and exhausted flipping through a book. Maybe math. Maybe science. He ordered the coffee, and for the next hour she had a nice time with Brandon. They talked about all kinds of stuff, and she enjoyed talking with him. He listened when she spoke, and didn’t interrupt her when most guys would.


When they both were done they walked out to his car, and he helped her get in. On the way back he drove talking about how incredible it was living in the cities. She didn’t bother to tell him how much she hated it. Coming to a stop Vanessa thought it was her house he was stopping at, but it didn’t have the blue shutters, or the pink rose out front.

“Where are we?” She asked looking at the tall building. There didn’t seem to be any signs of life, and in fact looked a little dead.

“I want to show you something, but before you argue I promise it will be well worth it. I don’t show many people because I don’t meet a lot of people like you.” He said taking her hand in his. “It’s not a resident building so I swear I don’t have a bed to take advantage of you with.”

“Well I don’t have to work tomorrow so I can take a quick look around.” Vanessa wanted to get home. She was tired, and just wanted to jump in bed, but she was curious.


Riding the elevator up the she wondered if it was such a good idea after all. She had never done this kind of thing before. They went all the way up to the ninth floor. He stopped in front of room 539 pulling out a gold credit card looking key.

“I think you’ll really like this.” He opened the door, and moved aside beckoning for her to go first.
“So this is your place.” She asked as she stepped in.

Right as foot hit the carpet inside someone came up behind shoving her down. Falling to her knees she scrambled around just as the door shut closed locking with a loud click.

“Brandon? What the hell?” The room was dark, no lights, and Brandon had disappeared.

Vanessa was scared and she had no idea what to do. Brandon was gone, and someone had shoved her causing her to fall. It was completely dark in the apartment, and she couldn’t see a thing. What was worse though was that she couldn’t hear anything either.

“Brandon?”

Silence.

“Brandon?” Vanessa slowly rose, and slowly did a 360 trying to find something that could help her find a way to a light.


But there were no lights in sight. Wait! There was a green light, barely there, but enough that she could see it spilling out from behind, hopefully, a door. Walking carefully over to the light she put her hand out until she came into contact with a cool surface. The wall. But why was it so cold? Moving her hand, she slid it down further until it hit something. A door knob!

When she tried to turn the knob it wouldn’t turn though. She was getting really nervous now. Click. Gasping Vanessa whirled around, but she couldn’t see anything. Whatever was behind her she couldn’t see it. She was starting to panic now.

“Who’s there?” She demanded backing up against the door. Closing her eyes she put her hands over her face. Why were they doing this to her?


Suddenly the door behind her opened up, and she fell backwards onto a cold floor. The door closed almost immediately cutting off any escape. Blinking she waited for her eyes to adjust. When she was able to see she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. White everywhere. A big machine sat in one corner, and right in the middle of the room sat a big metal table. Otherwise the room was completely empty.
“Do you like it?” Vanessa jump and turned toward where the voice came from. The man stood leaning against the wall, and he was holding some rope in his hands.

“What is this place?” Vanessa coward back not quiet believing her eyes.

“Does it matter?” He broke off the wall, and started walking toward her unwrapping the rope never taking his eyes off of her.

“What are you going to do with me? What’s that rope for?” Was he going to tie her up? What was going to happen to her?

He didn’t say anything as he came to a stop right in front of her. With no warning his hands flew out catching hers. Vanessa screamed trying to yank her hands from his, but before she could stop him he had her turned around. There were two pieces of rope in his hands, and he started yanking her to the table. Not so gently he tied each of her hands to either sides of the table so that her arms were stretch out above her head.

“Stop please! Don’t do this!” Vanessa was screaming for him to stop, but he continued finishing tying her wrist only stopping when he was done.

“You know, I knew you were a screamer. I really like screamers.” When he finished he stepped back to admire his working sliding off his jacket.

“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve done nothing to you.” She said her chest going up and down breathing heavy.

“Well, when I saw you I couldn’t resist, and as it turns out you’re not too careful about meeting strangers. One quick coffee break, and I knew you’d do as I wanted.” He grinned walking around her in circles.

“You were watching me?”

“I’ve been watching you for a little while now. I can’t just pick anyone you know.” He stopped at the foot at the table, and climb up between her legs. “I need a woman to fill all my…..sexual needs.”

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!” Vanessa knew what he was going to do. She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been, and now she was going to be raped.

“Language, language.” With one swift move his shirt was off revealing a perfect tan, sexy six-pack. “You’re not a virgin.” He snickered rubbing her between her legs.

“Get off me!” Vanessa kicked at him trying to get him off of her, but he refused to move.

“Now why you gotta be like that?” He pinned down her legs, and stopped. “Maybe I’ll leave those untied.” Letting go he unbuttoned his jeans standing on the table so that he could take them off.

“Please let me go! Don’t do this!” Vanessa was truly terrified as she tried to fight him off, but he blocked every attempt getting back down on his knees.

Kneeling on his knees he looked down at her smiling like he was having the best time of his life watching her fight for her life. Because in

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