Mars Demands Women

"Mars Demands Women"

 

A Piece of Fiction by Traveller

 

 

 

Chapter: 1

 

The alien up on the screen carried the buxom blonde as she shrieked in a way that would embarrass every b-movie actress working in Hollywood.

The movie's director Walter, a gambler who made a fortune out of it and got into the movie business, sat next to the actress gracing the screen. Tina Wray was a former burlesque performer turned stag fim favorite turned b- movie actress. Her lack of acting talent was very well covered up by her beautiful visage, blonde hair, blue eyes and attractive figure.

As that "weird b- science fiction tension music" filled the dark movie theater, Walter looked at his producers Mr and Mrs. Claw who clearly looked nervous. This made Walter squirm even more in his seat. Then he looked at Tina. Her face illuminated by the light of the projection, didn't show any reaction at all. Then to his surprise, she got up and went for the backdoor. Walter immideately got up and followed her outside.

 

"What's wrong, Tina?" he already knew the answer.

 

"Everything, Walt... Hollywood is nothing like the stag pictures. In my other films I had it easy. No dialogue, eight minutes of performance and that was it. I don't think I can take this anymore. Take after take... and for what? We have to admit it I'm not good at talkies"

 

"Honey, even Marlene Dietrich didn't make it instantly in talkies. I know it's hard work, but you'll get used to this new medium and everything will work out in the end"

 

Tina walked to the exit of Mei Ling's Chinese Theater. The clicking sound of her high heels echoed.

 

"I'll talk to you later" she said

 

"Want me to drive you home? You know, with the dissapearence of those other women in the city, recently, I don't think it's wise to go out alone"

 

"It's okay, Walt. My car is just across the street"

 

Walt didn't say anything as he watched Tina swing her hips in her hobble skirt. Her back seamed stocking clad long legs were visible through the slit in her skirt. Tina walked on the wet pavement, folding her arms in an attempt to protect herself from the cold wind and her loneliness. She noticed the piece of paper floating on a puddle of mud. The paper had a picture of a brunette woman in her mid twenties. The heading read "Missing: Paige Page". Tina looked at the smiling picture of the young woman. She had shared an apartment with her when she first came to Los Angeles. Paige dissapeared one night after she left a party without a trace. She wasn't the first to disappear. Women had been dissapearing all over town in the last eight days. The authorities were left without a clue and couldn't come up with anything.Tina suddenly felt uneasy and quickly went towards her car. Just as she was about to get in her car, Tina noticed some kind of glow and when she looked up, she saw a flying object which passed over the buildings. Shocked, she dropped her purse and as if she's been hypnotized, she went through the dark alley to follow the flying saucer. The unidentified object just stood there, suspened in the sky. Tina was amazed at this sight. Then on instinct she made a move to run but it was too late. A beam of light yielded by the flying saucer surrounded her. Tina immideately fainted and her body was lifted in the air by the beam of light and she was transported inside the unidentified object. Then, the flying object dissapeared into the night sky.

 

 

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Paige Page woke up to find herself lying on a steel table of some sorts. The room was filled with weird looking objects and high tech devices. The walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors. Paige looked at her reflection on the ceiling. She was naked and her hands and feet were strapped to the corners of the table. A black band covered her mouth. She squealed as she felt the cold feeling caused by the steel, take over her body. For the last couple of days, Paige had been waking up to find herself bound and gagged on various weird machines. Her captors all resembled Cary Grant and Gypsy Rose Lee clad in tight bodyhugging catsuits. Paige's body was weak because of the constant stimulation caused by the "tests" performed on her by the mysterious captors. Paige was startled as the table began rotating and came to a stop at a standing positon. She could hear her own breathing. Then a buzzing noise filled the room and a device which resembled a silver dildo with a pump attached to it's head appeared from a hole on the table, right between her legs. It began moving towards her sex as Paige yelled into her gag. The pump was covered with some type of gel and it began rubbing against her clit. Soon Paige found herself moaning uncontrollably. A drop of her own juice slid down her leg. Her nipples were hard as the cool air brushed past them. The pump slowly entered her vagina and began inflating inside her. Paige felt a tingling sensation in her crotch. She didn't notice the buttplug-like piece attached to the device. She moaned in surprise as the plug went inside her asshole and began vibrating. Paige moaned helplessly as the pump inside her deflated for a few seconds, only to inflate again. This process went on for what it felt like hours to her. She felt the pump inflating then deflating inside her. Paige's body responded strongly. turning a shade of red. Soon there was a puddle of her juices on the floor. Paige closed her eyes and her toes curled as she had a powerful orgasm which took hold of her body.

 

On the other side of the mirror, two people in labcoats took notes and entered data into computers.

 

"The scale is going crazy. She's responding like she never did before" a man reported to a woman clad in a similar looking lab coat which gave a peek of her catsuit that had holes, revealing her nipples and tummy.

 

"Excellent. They have the new one waiting in the silent room" the woman said with a smile as she punched buttons on a calculator like device.

 

 

Chapter: 2

 

In the dark, empty room, Tina stood naked on the tip of her toes. Her whole body ached because of the position she had been forced to endure. The steel collar around her slender neck had an iron bar attached to it. The other end of the bar was cuffed to her ankles so her head was almost touching her knees. A butthook inside her tiny hole was tied to the ceiling. Tina tried her best to keep her balance. The way she was bent and the hook in her butt gave her no room to struggle. Also there were wires attached to her nipples with tiny strips of black tape. The wires were connected to her collar which seemed to have a timer of some sorts on it.

 

"HHHLMMMFFF!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. But the shiny black ball, held in place with a head harness, muffled every helpless call she managed to utter.

 

A drop of sweat ran down her inner thigh, but Tina couldn't make a movement to get rid of that annoying ticklish feeling. She tried to raise her head just a bit to see her surroundings. But the moment she moved her head, the timer on her collar ticked and three short shocks were sent to her nipples. However, the shocks, to her surprise, didn't hurt her nipples but created a sexual frenzy between her legs. Not expecting this sexual stimulation, Tina closed her eyes and jerked her head which caused more of that orgasmic shocks to be sent throughout her body.Tina moaned into her gag, drooling uncontrollably. Tina mewed helplessly as the light in the room were turned on. She heard footsteps approach her. Then she sensed a hand massaging her asscheeks and gently removing the cruel butthook. The same hand carrassed the nape of her neck and off came the collar and the gag. She looked up to see a man who very much looked like a young Paul Newman.

 

"It's an honor to have you here, Ms. Wray" he smiled. "I'm a big fan of your work"

 

"We're not in L.A.? Right?"

 

"We're heading for Mars, the red planet as you know. Please don't panic Ms. Wray. I'm Tim Ravell the captain of this ship"

 

"Tim? That doesn't sound like a Martian name"

 

"This language I'm using to communicate with you is not Martianese either"

 

Tim pointed to a small device he took out of his pocket. "You see we're using a translator of some sorts to translate our language to any other language. And it seems the translation of my name corresponds to a Tim Ravell"

 

A woman entered the room and knelt infront of Tina. She cuffed her hands with shackles which had a long chain that linked to another set of cuffs which were applied to her ankles.

 

"Why... why am I here?"

 

"Please don't be alarmed. You probably have questions of your own. They'll all be answered. But for the time being, Ms. Peel here will lead you to your room"

 

Tim Ravell gently pushed back the gag in Tina's mouth.

 

"MMMM!" she protested.

 

"Don't worry I'll keep an eye on how you're treated" Tim carressed her cheek.

 

Her shackles rattling, Tina followed behind Ms. Peel, who kept tugging on her leash. They kept passing identical looking doors in a very large hallway. They stopped infront of a door which had a tag on it that read; 1933. Ms. Peel punched a few buttons on the door.

 

"You'll be staying here" Peel said as she pushed Tina inside. Before Tina could react the door was closed.

 

Her eyes scanned the environment. The room reminded Tina of the film set of a movie she starred in. It was about a princess who was abducted to be sold into slavery. The room was an exact replica of the princess' bedroom with the high ceilings, the enormous double bed with soft pillows, the huge windows with their drawn curtains. Tina couldn't help but smile at the irony.

 

"Welcome aboard, sugah" a female voice said.

 

Tina looked at the far corner of the room. A leggy blonde with long curly hair, clad in spaghetti strap sandals and ancient harem attire, emerged from the bathroom. She had shackles around her wrists and ankles exactly like Tina's. Her accent is Texan with odd traces of English.

 

"I'm Heather" the blonde smiled as she removed Tina's gag.

 

"Tina" the hapless damsel murmured as Heather cleaned the drool caused by the gag.

 

"Guess you met Paul Newman and his crew already"

 

"Why..."

 

"I don't know why we're here" Heather interrupted "Paul... Tim Ravell said..."

 

"Said your questions will be answered later" Tina completed Heather's sentence. They giggled nervously.

 

"On the meantime though, you can enjoy your stay. They have first class roomservice here"

 

Heather noticed Tina trying to cover up her breasts and lower private parts with her hands.

 

"But first let's get you something to wear. Something comfortable" she winked.

 

Tina smiled. Somehow she felt safe and relaxed.