I was driving through the remote woodlands of Canada, heading for my holiday lodge, when a young woman staggered out onto the rough track, and I had to brake sharply. I only narrowly avoided hitting her, and leapt out of the 4x4 to help her. There was no-one else in sight, and no sound except the engine running, and the occasional call of birds.

She was completely naked and seemed very agitated, delirious and incoherent when I asked who she was and what had happened. My immediate thought was that she was under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, but whatever the cause of her condition, it was obvious that she needed care. I threw a coat around her and bundled her into the vehicle.

She pulled the coat close around her and lay across the back seat, whispering to herself in a strained voice, but slowly calming her breathing as I drove to the lodge. I did not really know what to do, to be honest; I was in two minds whether to call the police or a hospital, but we were in a very remote spot and apart from the distance to the nearest small town, the cellphone coverage was patchy to say the least.

The best thing, obviously, was to get her to safety at my lodge, help her to calm and recover herself, and try to understand how she came to be here, in this state.

When we reached the lodge and I helped her inside, she was already more composed, and even smiled a 'thank you' to me, though she still clutched the coat tightly around herself. She sat and drank copious amounts of fresh water with a great thirst, and when she had stabilised, I offered her the use of the bathroom to clean and settle herself down. I did not have any specifically female clothing at the lodge, but offered her outsize white T-shirts, and long socks, to cover and warm herself.

While I pondered what to do, and built a roaring fire in the grate, she dressed and returned to the main room.

She introduced herself as “Ellie,” aged thirty-three, and when I introduced myself, she said, “Thank you so much, Simon! You may well have saved my life... you deserve an explanation, but I'm not sure how well I can explain anything at all!”

I was less concerned about her well-being now that she had calmed and recovered herself. She did not seem to have any physical injuries, apart from minor scratches to her feet and lower legs from running through the brush. I decided she did not need any medical attention, at least not urgently, but I was still a little worried about her mental state.

We settled in front of the fire, to talk... or rather, for me to listen. As I did, and my anxieties settled, I noticed that she was, in fact, a rather beautiful young woman, and remembered that she had been naked when I found her. She was now covered by an outsize T-shirt, but it only reached down to mid-thigh, and as she tucked her legs up on the couch, I couldn't help noticing her bare pussy flash at me.

She had large, full breasts and her nipples proudly pushed the thin white cotton shirt towards me; I suspected that they were pierced and adorned with rings. She wore no make-up now, of course, but she did not need it; her eyes were dark blue and deep, and framed by naturally dark lashes and eyebrows. Her hair was long and deep red.

I was becoming distracted by her beauty now, but the story she was to tell would capture my full attention.

Ellie said she had been hiking alone through the woods, and had been fully equipped with suitable clothing, boots, etc, as well as maps, compass, and cellphone with GPS. However, she had been suddenly shocked and immobilised by a fiercely bright light, and dropped to her knees before passing out on the trail.

When she woke, she said she was naked and lying across a cold steel table, like in an operating theatre. She was unable to move at first, though she was not held or tied in any way, and panic began to rise within her. However, she could not form words to speak, either. She was fully aware of her surroundings, but could not express herself in any way.

Despite the blazing fire, in front of her, she shivered now as she described the arrival of someone, some... thing, into the room.

“You will think I am mad,” she said, “but it wasn't human. It stood beside me and towered over me; I could see every detail, and felt the urge to scream, but nothing would come out, except short gasps for breath.”

“OK,” I said, “Now you're telling me you had been abducted by aliens!? I've never believed these stories, but I admit I've never heard one first-hand before. As I found you naked and alone in the woods, I have to respect your explanation, but you will understand if I am sceptical!”

“Of course,” said Ellie. “But I can only tell you what I saw and experienced; you can choose whether to believe me, but I can't offer you any alternative... is is true!”

She seemed genuine in every way, and was clearly disturbed by her recollections. So much so, that I sat alongside her and put my arm around her, to comfort her. She was trembling like a bird in my hands.

Ellie described the 'alien' in great detail.

“He” was about six feet tall, and very dark in colour, but his skin was smooth and shining, glowing in the bright piercing lights of the room. He was the shape of a tall slim pyramid, with three stumpy round feet at the end of short legs, and he moved only slowly.

From each one of the three sides of his body, a long slender arm emerged. It was very flexible, but had no obvious joints. At the end of each arm were three long 'fingers' (for want of a better term). The central finger was longer- maybe nine or ten inches- while the other two were about half that length, and much slimmer. The central finger was thick, and ended in a bulbous swollen head.

Ellie began to breathe heavily as she described the 'alien'; she looked down to avoid my eyes as she described the central finger as being like an enormous cock, long and thick, with the tip a purplish red colour.

There were three arms like this, apparently, and around the base of each one, three long tentacles emerged, reaching as far as the main finger. They were smooth, not like an octopus, with suckers, though there were pads along their length which seemed to be sensors of some sort.

At the apex of his body, which is best described as his 'head' there was a mouth-like opening, within which a tubular 'tongue' was curled up, apparently ready to dart out, like a chameleon's. The opening was moist and dripping with what can only be described as saliva, but it was sticky too.

Ellie hugged me closer as she detailed the alien anatomy, and looked up into my face.

“I swear this is true, Simon,” she said, “ I was just lying there, incapable of moving or speaking, but I could see him clearly, and I had no idea what he was going to do. I was terrified that he might cut me up, drain me of blood, eat me! Anything could have happened!”

“Then I heard what seemed to be a voice, very deep and masculine, which was echoing telepathically around inside my head; something seemed to be searching for my language centres, and when it found what it recognised as a language, it locked on to it. I heard this voice say, “Do not worry, I have no intention of harming you. We simply want to investigate your bodily structures and reactions, but we do not mean to hurt you in any way. Will you lay still while we investigate? If you try to resist our explorations, you might accidentally be hurt.”

"I tried to speak, but it was as though my voice was disconnected from my mouth. However, inside my head, I heard my own voice saying, 'I won't resist, as long as you do not hurt me. You may examine me in whatever ways you wish, but do not harm me.' "

I took a deep breath and said, “So what did happen, Ellie?”

She shivered, and described in detail how the being's tentacles- all nine of them- wandered randomly over her naked body, exploring every part of her, feeling her and probing her gently. These tentacles were obviously very sensitive, and seemed to be gathering a lot of information about her body. As she described this to me, her own hands unconsciously roamed over her body, lifting her breasts, smoothing over her hips and sliding up her thighs.

Of course, her two hands could not demonstrate all the movements of nine tentacles roaming around her body, but Ellie was clearly becoming very aroused by her memories of the explorations of the tentacles. Her hands drifted between her legs and her thighs parted wide, to allow access to her pussy.

Ellie suddenly gasped out loud, and said, “Then, Simon, he started to feel me with his fingers... so many of them! It was so arousing that I could feel my pussy swelling and opening for him, and I was leaking juices down my thighs... as I am now, actually!”

I was getting aroused too now, of course, and had to adjust my position on the couch alongside Ellie. I was a little embarrassed by this, but she did not seem to notice- she was too preoccupied by re-living her experience of the alien touch.

At this stage, it seemed, his mouth opened and his long tubular tongue unfurled, dripping with saliva, and explored between her legs. Slowly it wormed its way inside her pussy, wriggling upwards to feel all the internal contours. Ellie felt a pulse of wetness inside her and the tongue withdrew, followed by dripping lube.

She described how one arm had then reached between her thighs. The two smaller fingers had parted her pussy lips, while the middle, longer finger explored between them. The bulbous pointed head probed inside her, and she felt the thickness of it spreading her open, wider than she had ever felt before. Even so, eased by the lube, it was squeezed into her, so far that she felt the head pressing against her cervix, and reacted by moving against him.

He found this interesting, it seemed, and moved his long thick finger in and out of her, and observed how she began to counter his movements, encouraging firmer and deeper thrusts by moving her hips against him.

Using another arm, he rolled her over onto one side, facing towards him. This arm reached around behind her, and again the tubular tongue explored first, followed by the three fingers. Her asshole had been somewhat lubricated by her pussy juices running down, but the alien had understood that it was a different orifice, which did not naturally produce its own lubrication. The tongue delved inside her and delivered lube where it was needed.

Having prepared the way, the cock-shaped middle finger of this hand-pressed inside her asshole, while the outer two fingers spread her cheeks wide.

Ellie was squirming around on the couch alongside me now, and her eyes were tightly shut, as she remembered the long thick fingers moving in synchrony steadily in and out of her pussy and her asshole. Her hips were swinging back and forth as she recalled one finger, then the other, moving alternately in and out of her body, her attention switching rapidly from her pussy to her ass, then back again.

She was gasping now, and so was I.

“Then,” she said, “he brought his third hand into play! His smaller fingers explored my mouth, and the larger central one slipped inside, the swollen head filling my throat and reaching down to tickle my tonsils. I could hardly breathe!”

“While his three cock-shaped fingers plunged more and more vigorously in and out of my pussy, my ass and my mouth, his tentacles began to swarm all over my breasts, squeezing and playing with them and pinching my nipples. I was held firm by him while he plunged in and out of my pussy, in and out of my ass, in and out of my throat. He varied the rhythm, so that sometimes his thrusts alternated, sometimes they coincided; it seemed that he was conducting an experiment on me, to see how I reacted.”

“I couldn't cry out because my mouth was full with him, as he began to thrust in and out of my pussy, my ass and my throat simultaneously! He coordinated the inward and outward strokes together. I was entirely at his mercy, and to be honest, I didn't want him to stop!”

She was shaking alongside me now, as she recalled her orgasm building and building under his attentions. She was powerless under his control, and he seemed to realise that something significant was about to happen, from the sensations he felt inside her pussy.

He removed his long finger from her mouth, recognising perhaps that she needed to breathe, and she screamed out loud, making him jolt in surprise. The additional sudden thrusts into her pussy and ass provoked the most enormous orgasm that she had ever experienced, and she squirted copiously over his embedded fingers, while his tentacles and tongue probed everywhere.

He seemed to be shocked and surprised by her reaction, and promptly withdrew his fingers, tentacles and tongue from every part of her body at once, leaving Ellie like a shaking, quivering mass of jelly on the alien table, gasping for breath.

In fact, she seemed to be experiencing something similar again right now, simply from telling her story!

She turned and swung her legs over me and ground her wet pussy against my hard cock, sliding herself up and down the length which was pressing inside my jeans, until she really did cum again. I did too, of course, filling my jeans with hot cum, and shuddering with the release of tension.

Ellie immediately apologised, and slipped down between my thighs, deftly unbuttoning my fly and pulling my briefs aside. She plunged her head down to suck my cock dry and lick up the copious cum spread over my belly and thighs. I did nothing to stop her, of course! We had both been brought to the verge of orgasm by the story she told, and the way she told it.

When we had both calmed ourselves a little, I asked how she had escaped from the alien's clutches.

It seemed that he had left the room and she had heard him 'talking'- or making some sort of noise- with a colleague; But he made the mistake of leaving the door open, and she managed to stand, on somewhat shaky legs, and slip through the gap, down a long corridor, and out into the open air.

She was still naked, but that was the least of her concerns! She ran for all she was worth, through the woods, ignoring the thorns and brambles all around her legs, until she stumbled into the track of my vehicle. The recollection of our first contact brought tears of relief to her eyes, and she sobbed as she thanked me again for rescuing her.

I was still unsure about her story, though it was very vividly told, and she clearly believed what she had said.

I suggested that we should visit the local health centre in the morning, for them to give her a thorough health check. However, I suggested that she should NOT tell her story to them, for fear that they might think her certifiable.

Instead, I suggested that we should attend as a couple, Ellie being in need of blood tests and general checks because of cuts and bruises sustained in the woods.

So that was what we did. I sat in the waiting room, while Ellie was taken into an examination room; I hoped that this would not trigger troubling memories for her, and lead her to tell her story to them, because I did not think she would be believed. I had come to think that perhaps she was telling me the truth, at least as she saw it.

When the nurse emerged, she smiled at me, so I thought all must be well. Then she shocked me by saying, “Congratulations! We have told your partner, and she asked us to pass the news to you...”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Well, Ellie is very well, but she seems to be several months pregnant!”

I don't think the nurse understood why my mind was racing, as I slumped into my seat and held my head in my hands. What on earth would happen now?