‘She’s a natural’, breathed Miss Foster; ‘hot stuff,’ agreed Miss Deacon with a nod. Eventually I could take no more, having lost count of ...y rippling series of orgasms, and my legs glistened with sweat and the juices that had seeped from my quim. Concerned to make sure I did not pass out, they removed the wonderful fuck-machine and the ball-gag, and wiped the sweat and saliva from my face, breasts and cunt with a soft towel. Miss Foster slipped back into her mini-skirt and buttoned up her. He woke to find there had been food left for him. He managed to sit himself up. He was hungry and thirsty. The food was good and the drink a strange kind of fruit juice. Shortly after he had finished, the female alien returned. She sat with him for a while and again kissed him when she left. This went on for several days. Tristan got stronger every day. One day he felt he was ready to stand, so she helped him up, and he held on to her for balance. When he was standing, he found he was a good. He saw me lying off to the side. I guess he ran to a neighbor's house and they called an ambulance and the sheriff and then my parents. Everything hurt and when I opened my eyes I was crying. Mom and Dad and Rev. Gordon were there. Everything went dark again and I slept, I guess.The next time I woke up, my right arm was in a cast. My ribs hurt and my mouth felt all swollen. The sheriff was there with Mom and Dad. He asked me if I knew who beat me up. I told him it was Kirby and his gang, but. Maria never gave us many d-d-d-details.”“ ... you sure you’re ok? We found bits of your suit, and we saw what they did to catch you. I’m surprised you still have your limbs.”His words earned him some trembles and shivers from her, and she’d probably be rubbing her own arms in a self hug if they were free to do so.“It was ... it was b-b-bad, but they let me feed on one of them. I’m fine n-now.”Feed on a werewolf. He looked over at the pack, and a couple of them raised a brow as they met his.