Alien Thinking


Posted by Ay-Wun on September 28, 2006 at 20:14:25:

4-29-2004
Alien Thinking
By: Ay-Wun

Has it been three days, only three days? Damn, it seems like a lifetime. I'm locked in this chair, my arms are free, I can move around a lot, BUT I'M LOCKED IN THIS DAMN CHAIR. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. But I look across the table, the table full of appetizing meat dishes, her meat, at her beautiful face. She smiles at me, sadly, ruefully. She smiles as a tear breaks from one of her lovely eyes. God, how I love those eyes. I loved everything about her, and truely believed she felt the same about me. I still do. But now that beautiful face, I mean the head that has that face, those eyes, I love so much is all that's still alive.

I've got to go back to where it started, at least where we started. Well, I won't go all the way back, just to three months ago, to our wedding day. I've been told that most guys don't even think about their wedding day after it's over. Not me, it was the best day of my life. Oh hell, every day after that, until now, was the best day too. We were totally in love with each other. The sex was great, the meals were great, just being with her was great, just knowing she existed. For three whole months.

But three days ago that changed. For our three months anniversary, we rented a thirty foot sloop, so it would be just the two of us alone at sea. We were miles at sea, out of sight of land, lying too, and having super sex, under the stars, on the fore deck. We didn't even see them coming. The first thing we knew, we were being floated into the air, locked together having sex. Then, I woke up here in this damn chair - alone.

The chair is mounted on the floor in this weirdly shaped metalic looking room, and she wasn't there. Then in came these tall, thin, clearly alien things. They're a lot like humans, but everything in their faces is sort of in the wrong place, and where arms should be, they've got a long tentacle out of each shoulder, and another pair just below where our ribs would be. Their skin's a kind of odd pink.

They're some sort of anthropological expedition, their license to study our culture allows them to only study two subjects, and have no contact, leave no evidence of their being here. Of all the people on Earth, they picked us. They told me they learned our language by listening in on us. Everything they knew about our culture they learned from watching us, and listening to us. They said their license, they called it something else, but that's as close as they could translate it. Anyhow, their license allowed them to take us, but their religious or ethical code said that if one of us wanted something from the other, and they could make it happen, they had to do it. They told me she wanted me to do something, and that's why she wasn't here with me. At first I thought that this meant she was back home and OK, and I was relieved.

They kept coming in and telling me stuff like that, but they wouldn't give me any food. For three whole days they haven't given me anything to eat, 'til now. About an hour ago they brought in all this meat. Then they brought in this box about the size of milk crate. Oh God, her head, her beautiful head was sticking out the top of that box, and it was alive. She mouthed ,"Hi honey.", to me. She couldn't talk because she had no lungs, because she had no body, but her head, her mind, her eyes were alive. Kept alive by the stuff in the box. And all those meat dishes on the table were her meat, her body, and it was there as food for me. They told me she wanted this. I looked at her and asked her, "Do you really want this?". She mouthed,"No"', but they insisted that she did, and that I should start eating immediatly, so she could watch me do it.

I was so hungry, and those dishes of her meat smelled so delicious, what else could I do, I started eating. They said she wanted this. I kept on eating because I was famished, and once I started, I couldn't stop. She smiled at me accross the table, and there was so much love in that smile, in those eyes, that I stopped, and said,

"Why do you think she wants this?"

They turned on a machine across the room and in mid-air appeared she and I, a recording of us, making love. And from the positions we were in, I remembered the time, actually, many times. I couldn't do what she wanted, I just couldn't. Some guys can,but not me.

"Eat me!", she begged, "Please eat me honey!".

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