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Ann sat, shifting uncomfortably, at a small table in the coffee shop's farthest spot from the front door. Her meeting had not started. Mark had been on time the last two times. She was desperate for a job and didn't thus mind trekking halfway across town each week to meet with a new member of the board. It was, despite her tolerance, starting to seem fishy. She smoothed out her jeans and tucked her hair behind her ears. As she played a game on her phone, she didn't notice the person across the street staring at her through the window.

"Ann?" She looked up. It was Mark. "We're going to do this at the office, alright?" he said. She finally felt comfortable and nodded. All this running around and never seeing the place had secretly worried her. Mark bought her a tea and they were on their way. As they walked, Ann noted how nervous Mark suddenly appeared. He walked quickly, a few steps in front of her, almost as if he didn't want to be seen with her.

Catching up with him by the entrance of the small building, she joked, "Almost lost you there." He laughed nervously and rushed to open the door. She noticed some odd markings outside the door, something she had never seen before. "I wonder what that is..."

She walked in slowly as he fumbled for the light. As she went to remove her coat, something pushed her forcefully from behind. "Oh!" Ann crossed her arms in front of her face as she fell. "What the?" as she scrambled on the floor. Suddenly, she felt someone holding her down. "Mark! Mark! Help!" she screamed as someone tried to muzzle her. "Lower your voice" spoke a suddenly darker, more confident Mark.

"Mark??"

"Ann." He replied. She stared at him in the silence. "What do you want?"

Mark was quiet for a long time. "So, what is this? You put up a fake job and buy me breakfast for a few weeks before you capture me? What are you going to do next? I really do not want to be killed if you don't mind. " Ann secretly wished she could stop talking. She was so nervous, she couldn't help but talk. She wished again and again that she had never answered a job posting off the internet.

"It isn't up to me." He said quietly. He stroked her face and she tensed. "Don't be afraid of me. I've studied you. We've studied you. We admire you."

"Yeah, admire me. Go ahead." She turned her face. Mark forced her head even more close to the floor and traced his tongue up the length of her neck stopping at her ear. "Ugh." Pressing his face against her cheek, he ran a hand down her blouse, clumsily grabbing at her breasts as she reeled in disgust. "I hope you know none of this will bother me. It's just touch. You have no real power over me." Her own lies stabbed at her heart. "Please, just shut the fuck up, Ann." He had ripped open her shirt and was gently biting at her nipples through her bra. He massaged her vulva over her clothes, the hiked-up skirt turning him on more than expected.

Ann forced her eyes closed and pretended that it wasn't the least bit exciting. As he rubbed her clitoris, her black panties rode up and her wetness was exposed. He felt it and looked straight up at her. "You're wet." Not bothering to answer or open her eyes, Ann became flush with embarrassment.

Mark suddenly felt guilty. What kind of girl would be trapped in a situation like this and enjoy it-- let alone feel badly about enjoying it. Mark started to pull back... but then stopped. Ann wanted it. He was supposed to fuck her anyway. The game plan was to get her, finish and drug her after and fix her memory. So what was the problem? She had no idea what was coming.

Ann peeked to see what was going on. She wondered if there was something wrong with her to have made him stop. She started to feel as if she wasn't even pretty enough to rape. "Jesus christ" she said under her breath.

Breaking his thought trance, he spread her legs and used his hands to keep her pussy taut. As he jammed his tongue deep into her, Ann started to whimper gently. Mark pretended not to notice this. Continuing to lick her, he was surprised at how sweet she tasted. She fought the urge to make noise.

Feeling her tense and try not to make it noticeable as she came was driving him crazy. He wanted to pleasure her even if she was just a test subject. The repeated meetings and getting to know her habits and nuances had been such a mistake. However, without those measures, the experiment would not have been under the right conditions. Helen and Ken and warned him not to get attached.

Tears streaming down her face, she continued to clasp her eyes closed. Lifting her slightly with his other hand, he pushed two fingers into her, and she couldn't help but moan. He grinned. Pushing deep into her, he saw her eyelids relax and her mouth part gently as she breathed. Grabbing her breast and tweaking a nipple, he whispered to her, "I'm going to fuck you now."

She didn't open her eyes. She didn't react. In her own mind, she questioned why she had not reacted. Why was she doing this? God, she had some suspicion, she should have known. She also could have stopped him. But she didn't.

He unzipped and pumped the length of his cock with his hand. He slid into her tight pussy and gasped. She smiled. He didn't notice. As he slid in and out of her, she pushed down hard onto him. Her muscles tensed as he came in and pulled his cock into her. She was getting wetter and wetter. He suddenly looked down at her, enjoying him, and remembered his objective. He leaned over gently and hovered over her slightly. She stopped moving and opened her eyes. For a few seconds neither of them moved. And then he started to choke her. It was the only way to stop him from turning back now. "Make her an object," he thought.

Her eyes filled up with tears as he clutched her throat and pounded her pussy. Relaxing his grip, he held onto her as he continued to fuck her. Closing her eyes and breathing as sharply and as much as she could, Ann's tears ran over Mark's fingers. He let go and scratched his nails down her stomach before grabbing his dick, steadying it and fucking her harder.

He pulled out and picked her up off the floor, and pushed her up against the wall. He forced her legs open and pushed his fingers into her quickly. She shut her eyes again as he fingered her. Biting her along her neck, shoulder and breasts, he used one hand to cover her face. The tears made him slip slightly and he got annoyed with himself. He pulled his hand out of her and licked the juices off his hand and forced his cock into her again as he kissed her. "Mm, yeah"

Pulling her legs up and getting deeper inside her, two figures appeared in the doorway. "Well, look Helen.... it seems Mark has started the experiment already."

"Fuck you, Ken." Mark muttered as he continued. For the first time, Ann looked scared. Helen and Ken walked over to them.

Mark was shoved aside and Ann was dragged into another room and onto an operating table. It was blindingly white, and Ken and Helen started to look less and less human. "What in God's name is this?!" she screamed. Helen laughed and spread her legs. Using an odd glowing instrument, she inserted a rather large object into Ann's vagina. She shook and moaned. She had had an orgasm instantly. "Mmmhaha," Helen laughed. She removed the instrument and licked it. "Good job Mark, she's nearly ready."

Watching Helen fingering her clit, she noticed Mark looked no different from before. "He must be a human accomplice. They must be aliens." she thought. As Helen removed her glove, Ann noticed it was more like a tentacle than a hand. Helen slid her tentacle into Ann's pussy and jerked around. "Ohhhh" Ann moaned. "Why... what is going to happen?"

Ken moved closer to her. "Well, if you keep quiet, when we're done, you'll be drugged and you won't remember any of this." Helen huffed. "Shut up Ken."

"Are you guys aliens?" Ann asked, revealing her juvenile thought pattern. Helen shook her head. "How do you know you aren't the alien?" Ann let her head fall to the table.

Ken's face, now fully grey, and his black eyes gleaming, circled Ann's breast with his tongue-node. Ann cringed. "What, only human forms do it for you, babe?" he joked. She didn't much like Ken.

Helen began to get frustrated. "She's not responding the same way. Mark, come back here."

Ann looked at him. Mark looked defeated and walked over. He shoved his tongue her pussy and began eating again. Ann rocked her hips into his face and began moaning. "Good, good," said Helen, and stuck a tentacle in. Tasting Ann, she smiled. "Much better."

She continued to pulsate in and out of Ann's pussy with her tentacle and finally pushed Mark out of the way completely. Ken, the rather humanoid looking one, came by and started pressing a finger into her asshole. Mark crouched by her face and told her not to worry.

Ann started to feel flush and began sweating. As Helen's tentacle prodded deeper and deeper she began to scream. "Something's wrong!" Ann yelled. "You're stabbing me!"

Blood started to flow out of her pussy as Helen prodded deeper. "We're almost there."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ann lay there unconscious. Helen disengaged and wiped the blood off her leathery appendage. "Let's hope this one takes."

Ken removed his finger from Ann's asshole and began preparation for the memory erasing. "With any luck, this one will get to stage 7."

Mark shook his head and cleaned the alien sperm remnants off the equipment. He had rather liked this Ann.