Well, if they thought that frail blonde girl was a beauty, and then he would pass on these strange people’s idea of beauty. Deciding it was time to ...inally make some sort of contact with the woman he allowed a yawn and sat up on his hay pallet. He gazed at her intently, but without any stern facial expression, not wanting to scare her. He stretched and stood up from the pallet, his muscles rippling over one another, his semi hard erection pointing down towards the floor. After another deep. "Who are you hiding from, Ethan?" were her first words to him. Her soft voice was familiar to him, and they were clearly acquainted, but still he could not recognise her, no matter how much he stared and squinted. When no response came, she leaned forward to let a stray beam of light from the kitchen window land on her pale face and satisfy Ethan's curiosity."Morag? I didn't even know you were here. How are you?" Morag Millar was a person with whom Ethan was on friendly terms but about whom he. Even though I had no idea what I waslooking for, I looked the thing over very carefully. I knew it wasjust some stupid kid's toy, but that didn't stop me from rubbing thedamn thing just the same.And nothing happened.I wasn't the least bit surprised.Just what the hell had I been expecting?Having an overly curvy, bikini-clad blonde beauty with an impossiblyexaggerated figure appear in a cloud of smoke might have been nice.But then, I couldn't have been so lucky. This was real life. Thatkind of. The dildo in between Clara’s tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight body, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The final degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would offer no mercy. She was now their plaything. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.The tentacles.