triangle and had funny symbols on it. The other one took her pulse. They pulled the strange-looking thermometer out. Then together they started to pinch her skin and feel around her stomach, pressing her internal organs.
She was definitely about to be experimented on. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed several more metal gadgets on a table. That must be their tools. Hopefully, they didn't plan to slice her open and analyze her guts more closely.
She pulled on the restraints again to see how tightly they held her. There wasn't much give to them. If she could locate the lock, maybe she could pick it. She'd done it once before to break into her father's liquor cabinet.
They shone another bright light directly into her eyes. She squinted and winced. They chattered to one another in response.
They also took a hammer-like object and started whacking her body with it. She swore at them loudly and they chittered to one another some more.
She understood what they were doing now; they were testing her reactions to things. They probably wanted to better understand human behavior-what she liked and hated.
One minute, there were blue aliens standing in front of her and the next, she blinked and they looked like male body builders. Neither of them wore shirts. One had blond hair and the other had brown. They were both grinning at her with bright white teeth. They had cowboy hats on the top of their head.
Trisha shuddered. These men's bodies reminded her of the guy she had lost her virginity to. He had been a farm hand who hauled hay with nothing but jeans on. Because of this, his chest and shoulders were always tan. While she had worked with him, she got to admire every inch of his hard muscular arms and six-pack.
It was no wonder they wound up wrestling in the stables naked every day over the next few weeks. Her father had finally chased him off with his shotgun when he caught them one afternoon. He had been completely ashamed of her behavior, but she had ever regretted it.
In fact, she had spent many nights remembering the stable hand and masturbating to the thoughts of him when she was alone. Not only had he been a fine specimen, but he also knew exactly where her clitoris was located every time he touched her.
The two men stood above her on either side of the table. They reached towards each other. Their hands rested on each other's arms before reaching up to massage their shoulders. Their eyes locked. The air between them grew hot and heavy.
Trisha's breath caught in her throat. She fought against her restraints. She knew this might be some alien trick that would end poorly for her, but she might as well enjoy herself while she had the chance.
She wanted to touch them-to be a sandwich between them. She'd always had a weakness for men with those kinds of bodies. It had gotten her in trouble on multiple occasions and drew all longing for Jason out of her mind. How had these aliens known?
Before long, the blond grabbed a hold of the brunette's cheek and pulled him closer. Their full lips met in the middle over Trisha's body. Their tongues darted into each other's mouths as their kiss grew hungry. The brunette ran his hands through the blonde's hair and Trisha so badly wanted to do the same-to see if the strands felt as soft as they looked.
Trisha whimpered at the sight, but their torture of her wasn't finished yet. She saw their jeans straining against their rapidly hardening cocks. They were thick and long-bigger than any man she'd ever been with. They were the kind of men who would stretch her out to the point of almost coming just from the sensation of filling her so tightly.
She groaned and writhed against her restraints. "Please," she begged.
Her pussy was wet. She wanted one of them to fuck her so badly, but instead they fiddled with each other's pants, until their cocks sprang free. They fondled one another. She watched them take their large hands and pump each other with them.
Trisha could barely take it
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