Tabitha wove deftly through the streets on her new bike. The silver pedals flashed brightly in the summer sun, and the wind pulled her long dark curls in a stream behind her. Angry shouts sometimes rose in her wake, often when she got too close to someone walking on the sidewalk. Tabitha ignored them. She hadn't hit anyone after all. More intense shouting seemed to raise suddenly from all directions. She glanced around, trying to find the cause. People in the streets were stopped, looking up and pointing. Some of them started screaming and began to run for cover. Without pausing to confirm what they were looking at, Tabitha turned her bike hard and headed for the nearest ally. She knew from personal experience that the only thing that could cause mass hysteria from above was the alien spaceship that had visited earth precisely one year ago. Fear crawled up her back, and she pedaled harder. She was almost to the alley when she felt a strange force wrap around her and lift her into the air. For a moment, she clung to her bike, and it dangled beneath her as she rose swiftly from the ground. When she dropped it, it fell nearly fifteen feet before crashing to the ground. Tabitha twisted, and when she finally got a look at what she was being pulled into, she gave in to her terror and began screaming. 

The spaceship looked to be made from deep black obsidian in the shape of a sharp triangle. The nose ended in a long deadly looking point, and the tail end seemed to glow with an unnatural green light. The ship was still several hundred feet above her, and Tabitha struggled vainly with the force pulling her, preferring the fall to whatever waited for her in the ship. A hatch in the bottom slid open, and five women were lowered out. Tabitha forced herself to stop her useless screaming and fighting and watched as the other women came closer. Physically they seemed fine, but their faces were scarily blank. None of them seemed to care that they were being lowered hundreds of feet through the air leaving an alien spaceship. As they began to pass her, Tabitha called out desperately, "What did they do to you? What are they going to do to me?" Her cries made no impression on the women. They stared straight ahead as if she did not exist. She reached out when one came close enough and managed to grab the woman's arm. She clung to it as the separate forces drew them apart, and for a moment, they stopped as the pressure tried to pull them apart. The woman she clung to seemed no more than a mannequin with her arm stretched high above her head but still facing forward with a blank face. The force pulling her increased in strength, and Tabitha felt her grip slipping. She screamed wildly and held on tightly. Her feet had risen above her head until she was face down towards the earth. She felt as if she was hanging from a cliff, the dead-faced woman she clung to, her only hope for survival. She watched in horror as, one by one, her fingers slipped from the woman's arm until, with one final tug, the force wrenched her free and rocketed her towards the awaiting ship. 

Hanging limply, too terrified to turn and watch her approach the ship, Tabitha watched as the other women sank. She gasped when she realized she wasn't the only one rising into the air. Four others, all women, were raising as well. Some still struggled hopelessly against the invisible force, while others also appeared to have given up. Strangely Tabitha realized the aliens had a type. The blank face women and the ones raising all had similar body types. They all were curvy with big breasts and larger butts. Her mind, desperate to distract itself, noticed other similarities as well. They all seemed to be around the same age, and all had darker skin. Hair didn't seem to matter. Tabitha's hair was long and curly, while the girl directly below her had a short bob. The similarities still seemed to outnumber the differences, and she found it even more creepy than if the aliens had picked women at random. What could they possibly want with them? Darkness seemed to close in suddenly around her, and Tabitha let the tears fall freely as everything she had ever known disappeared from view. 

She floated backward for a few more feet and flinched when she bumped to a stop against a cold, slick wall. Restraints seemed to grow from the walls, thick coils of inky black webs that wrapped themselves around her torso and legs. Exhausted from her fear and earlier fight, she could only muster a small struggle against the restraints. After a few moments, she gave up and sagged in her bonds. The chamber she was in was empty and seemed to be made from the same black obsidian as the outside of the ship. Screaming announced the next girl a few moments before she floated into the room. The sound seemed to reverberate off the walls, and Tabitha struggled to keep down her own mindless panic. The woman didn't stop screaming until a piece of the webbing forced its way between her teeth. The webbing expanded in size, forcing her mouth wide and turning the screams into muffled grunts. Tabitha shuddered in horror and was relieved she had refrained from screaming. The other women floated in one at a time, a few minutes apart. The following two were rewarded with gags as well, but the last girl floated in limp and silent. Tabitha assumed she had passed out from terror. The light faded as the hatch slid closed, and she felt the ship start to accelerate. She couldn't help but whimper in terror as she hung there in complete blackness and listened to the quiet moaning of the other women. 

Amber slid into her desk, placing her overloaded backpack in front of her between her legs. It made for a tight fit, but nearly everything she owned was stuffed into the pack, and she would not take any chances with it. Yesterday she had turned 18, and this morning her foster mom had told her not to bother coming back to the house after school. She had three months left before she graduated, and she was entirely on her own. Thinking about it nearly brought her to tears again, and she forced herself to focus on what Mr. Harding was saying. She usually loved English class, but today she could not concentrate. The second time Mr. Harding called on her, and she could only shake her head in response, he frowned at her worriedly and asked that she stay after class. Amber let out a deep sigh but nodded in resignation. He was her favorite teacher, but there was nothing he could do to help her, and spilling all her problems would not make her feel better. She resolved to tell him nothing and spent the rest of the class with her head down, trying not to cry. When the bell rang, Amber stayed at her desk. She couldn't even lookup. She had always been quiet and shy, but now talking seemed impossible. She felt Mr. Harding approach her desk and finally forced herself to raise her head.

"What's going on Amber?" He asked gently. Amber felt a floodgate release despite her earlier resolution and told him everything. Mr. Harding laid a gentle hand on her back. "Don't worry about anything Amber, I will take care of you. You can come stay at my place until you graduate and find a husband in the spring."

The new dress Mr. Harding had insisted she wear today felt uncomfortably tight across Amber's breasts. He had also insisted she show up for some before school English program. She knew she should be grateful, and she owed him everything. Still, his quirkiness in picking her clothes and controlling her time frustrated her. She would have simply worn her own clothes, but she had come home from school to find them all replaced. She supposed he was trying to be nice, but everything he had bought felt like it was a size too small. The hallways were empty this early in the morning as she hurried toward his classroom. School wouldn't start for another hour and a half, so she was not surprised no one else was there yet. She could hear laughter coming from Mr. Harding's open classroom, and she hurried her step, hoping she wasn't late. Amber tried slipping into the room unnoticed, but a hush fell over the room as soon as she walked through the door. Everyone turned to look at her. She felt a blush form on her cheeks, and she tried to offer a shy smile. The room was nearly empty; Mr. Harding leaned casually against the front of his desk. Another teacher she recognized as the gym teacher and soccer coach stood next to him. Three students, all guys, sat in the front row, and she was nearly certain they all played on the soccer team.

"Amber! How nice of you to join us, please come in and shut the door we won't be having anyone else join us this morning." Amber did as he asked, stepping into the room and removing the wedge to let the solid oak door close behind her. "Please come here Amber and let me introduce you to the group." She walked forward hesitantly until she was standing in front of him. Mr. Harding placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face the other three students. "Amber here is a homeless foster kid, without me she would be living on the street, probably having to sell this tight ass for money to eat." The men laughed, and Amber dropped her face, her cheeks flushing furiously. "Fortunately for her, I will allow her to live with me until she can find a husband to care for her. I told her I would only ask one thing in return, and she agreed to do anything I asked. Isn't that right Amber?" Amber moved her head in a fractional nod. She felt frozen in shock. Why would Mr. Harding be saying this in front of these men? "Well Amber, the only thing I need you to do to earn your free ride is to let any man I tell you to use your sexy little holes." The room spun slightly as his words registered. She had never even so much as kissed a boy. She couldn't let these men touch her.

"Please Mr. Harding," she heard herself saying, "please not that." His face turned into a frown, and Amber felt her knees weaken. If he decided to throw her out, it would likely be much worse for her. A young girl did not survive long on the streets of this city. He wasn't wrong that she was likely to end up in a whore house or worse should she lose his protection.

"That's not a great way to show your gratitude for everything I am doing for you, really it won't be so bad, your body was designed to pleasure men, it's what you're good for. Here, let me show you." His hands gripped her shoulders tighter, forcing her to turn again. Then, grabbing her neck, he forced her over his desk. Instinctively she started to struggle, and the soccer coach quickly stepped to the other side of her and twisted both arms up behind her back. Amber felt tears rolling down her face as Mr. Harding held her face down over his desk with one hand and used the other to lift her short dress up above her butt. "These three young men have worked very hard for their school, getting excellent grades and excelling in sports. They deserve a little extra reward; don't you think Amber?" Amber could only let out a sob. Terror tightened her throat, and shame filled her. "None of them have gotten the chance to be with a girl yet, or even see a woman's most valued areas, so you will have to excuse them if today is more for exploring, they are very inquisitive young men and like to know how things work before they just jump in. Mr. Lee here is our health teacher, so he is going to give them a little tour. Go ahead, Mr. Lee."

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