Abduction on my way home

A/N: A previous story I wrote had its premise called far-fetched. In the finest spirit of Crocodile Dundee, I’ve set out to prove that that story wasn’t based on a far-fetched premise. THIS story is based on a far-fetched premise. It took me a few false starts, but I think I finally got this to go the way I wanted it to.

Enjoy! Feel free to leave comments or critiques. They don’t have to be constructive :P.
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I thought I was a pretty normal girl. I’m taking courses to become a Mechanical Technician, which I suppose isn’t exactly a normal career path for a woman, but in 2015 it doesn’t make me a freak or anything. I’m not dumb (if I was, I’d have never made it into my program), but I’m no genius. I’d had a few boyfriends, but never really had sex. I was only 18, so I figured there was plenty of time for that in the future.

I never expected to be abducted by aliens.

I mean, I’d heard of people getting abducted, but I never thought it would happen to me. I had never actually been convinced that it happened at all. But once it happened to me, the reality was inescapable.

You’ll never hear about me, because I’m not going to tell the authorities. What happened to me on that ship isn’t the sort of thing that is suitable for broadcast TV.

It all started when I was riding my bike home from college. An assignment had kept me there until after dark. I was enjoying the ride, minding my own business, and that’s when they grabbed me.

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It should be darker than this, I thought to myself as I rode down the path. The night was cloudy and moonless – and my headlamp wasn’t the brightest of lights. But I could clearly see the trees outside of its luminous cone. A light was coming from somewhere, but it was so diffuse, I couldn’t spot the source. I looked all around, but I didn’t see any glints that would indicate someone else with a light.

And then I thought to look up. There was something above me. I couldn’t make it out, but it was the source of the diffuse glow.

I felt myself flying forward, and I realized that I should have been keeping my attention on the path in front of me.

There’s this one suspended second when your bike crashes. You know what’s going to happen. You can see that gravity has won, and that you’re going down. All that remains to be decided is how badly you’re going to be hurt.

On principle, I like to face my fate with my eyes open. But screwing them shut is pretty much an involuntary reflex when it looks like you’re going to hit your face against something.

Because I had my eyes so tightly shut, I was surprised when I didn’t hit the ground. One second passed, then another. I clearly wasn’t on my bike, and I felt like I was falling. I could feel the wind on my skin, moving quickly.

I tentatively opened my eyes.

And then I screamed.

The lights of the city were dim below. I was hundreds of feet in the air, suspended without any reason to be. I wondered if reality had glitched out during my bike crash, like video games sometimes do.

I was still illuminated by the diffuse light I had noticed earlier, but its source was no clearer. I still thought it was coming from above me, but I couldn’t actually see anything above me.

Sometimes, our minds go to strange places in crises. I mean here I was, hundreds of feet up, not falling to my death for no good reason at all. And I was belatedly realizing that I had a skirt on.

To be fair, I had shorts on under the skirt, but there was a second of terror as my upbringing kicked in. By the time I’d managed to get that under control, I felt a pulling sensation on my body.

I looked up again, and there was now a hole in the light source. It was towards this hole I was being drawn. Relief at realizing I probably wasn’t going to fall warred with exasperation. My skirt was being pulled up by whatever force was dragging me up with it.

It took a few seconds before I was pulled inside… something. It was pitch black, once the floor closed, although I did enjoy the feeling of standing on something solid. I fought back the instinct to kiss the ground a few times. That would probably be excessive. I crossed my arms instead.

I probably should have been more nervous. I mean this was starting to look a lot like an alien abduction, and everyone who’s heard of abductions has heard of anal probing. But the ridiculousness factor was just too high. That or I was numb from the terror of hanging hundreds of feet above the ground. I may have played down how scary that was.

(So I’m an unreliable narrator. Sue me!)

Eventually, the light level in the room increased to the point where I could actually see anything. I was in a circular room, about twenty feet across. I couldn’t be entirely sure of the composition of the floor. It didn’t look quite like any metal I was personally familiar with. It wasn’t all that shiny, but from how it felt, this may have been because it had been roughened. I assumed the roughness was so that the room wasn’t hilariously slippery. The walls and ceiling was made of the same material. The light came from the seam where the wall met the ceiling.

A computerized voice made me jump. “Please proceed through the portal when it opens.”

A section of the wall retracted into the floor. I stayed where I was. Since the door led to a hallway clad similarly to the room I was currently in, I figured that by ‘portal’ the voice meant door, and walking through it wouldn’t actually bring me to another dimension. I think at this point, you can understand my caution.

I felt a sharp shock in my ass. I jumped again.

“OW!”

It wasn’t incredibly painful, but it wasn’t fun either.

“Compliance is required.”

The voice was as inflectionless as before. Any malice I heard in it must have been imagined.

I took a hesitant step towards the door. Paused.

Another shock was my reward.

Swearing under my breath and rubbing my now sore butt, I walked through the door. It closed behind me.

“Continue down the hallway.”

I didn’t give the voice time to shock me again. I went to the end of the hallway. A door opened in front of me. It led to a small room. This room had a bench and hinged container. Both were made of the same material as the rest walls and floor.

“Enter the next room”

I hurried into the room. The door closed behind me. I waited for more instructions, but nothing happened for about a minute. I crossed my arms again. Now that I had time to think, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. This was pretty clearly not a normal situation. Alien abduction seemed more and more likely. I fought the urge to clench my butt cheeks. Surely they wouldn’t probe my anus. What sort of useful information could they get out of that anyway?

Finally, after several minutes, the voice spoke again.

“Please remove all your garments, and place them in the container.”

Look, I probably give the impression I spend lots of time with crossed arms. I know, I know, it isn’t welcoming body language. BUT IS THIS IS A SITUATION THAT CALLED FOR WELCOMING BODY LANGUAGE!? Thought so.

(Ahem, sorry about that.)

“Nice try buster, but you aren’t going to be sticking any probes up my ass!”

Another shock was the only answer I got. This one really stung.

I still wasn’t going to take off my clothes.

Two more shocks followed. I gritted my teeth.

“We do not understand your reluctance. Humans only dislike nudity in certain public situations. Why do you resist it in private?”

Well that about confirmed it, although I still held out some hope this was only a stupid prank.

“I only feel comfortable without clothes on when I know I’m safe and not being watched.