Molly Versus the MONSTER Aliens

 


Molly Whipple giggles and poses as she walks the pink carpet outside the official premiere of her new film... "Molly Versus the MONSTER Aliens..." billed as a fightfest in which the slender star dominates a plethora of aliens planning to invade the earth... aliens played by the stars of the Mutant Order of the Nefarious Secured to Terminate Earthlings Rather Sadistically... a TV show...

Molly Whipple has arrived to the promotional showing in a metallic minidress with pink highlights... and matching metallic heels... looking very spacegirl with her blond bob haircut... as she shadow fights and winks to her fans...

The crowds cheering... yelling... stamping their feet... making a hell of a ruckus as they give you a warm welcome to your premiere... keeping you on the red carpet for fully twenty minutes of signing autographs and posing for pictures... before your agent says it's time to start the movie... his words drowned out by the sound of something overhead... descending at a rate of knots...

Molly Whipple puts one hand up to shield her face from the blinding light... another pushes down on her minidress as whatever hovers stirs up a whirlwind... a booming voice proclaiming... "We have come to prove this propaganda is untrue and we shall easily dominate earth's champion... you may watch inside earthlings!" Molly squeals as she is suddenly sucked upwards... tumbling blond bob over metallic heels...

The tractor beam sucking you up like a hoover... sending you spiraling into the sky... end over end... as the crowd gasps... the police unable to do anything but control the crowd as a hatch closes over you... and the strange craft rises into the heavens with you on board... captive...

Molly Whipple sprawls in a heap inside the mysterious craft... smoothing down her mini to cover her pink panties as she stands... looking all around... unaware the whole think is playing on the screen in the theatre below as if this live action were her movie opening... the crowd thinking it was all a publicity stunt as they settle back... and Molly gapes at the powerful green guy with fins who approaches...

The fins splaying and flapping... the green being narrowing yellow eyes... "Earth's champion will be dominated... and enslaved..." He draws a crackling electric whip from his belt... circling you... before lashing out with it... aiming a stroke right at the metallic dress...

Molly Whipple dives aside... rolling over and over as the whip cracks on the floor behind... metallic dress flopping about brief displays of pink panty on each revolution of her body... dodging back the other way... but the whip finds the mark... lighting up the dress like a Christmas tree... and the slender blond inside like an x-ray... she screams and slumps as if she's been tasered...

The green alien stepping forward... aiming another blow of the whip at you... and another... eyes narrowed... flashing yellow... finally getting close enough to grip the dress... and tear it off you... sending metallic pieces raining over the floor of the ship...

Molly Whipple twitches and convulses from the shocks... even after being reduced to her pink bra and panties... barely aware of what's happening through the blinding pain... even as the alien attacker states indignantly... "How dare some hick race on a backwater planet claim to defeat the great Froglodyte Empire!"

The green alien delivering a brutal kick to your abdomen... the audience below gasping at the impact... as the monster reaches down... gripping the bra and panties... and tugging them sharply... tearing each off you in turn...

Molly Whipple shakes her head... never even having thought there really was a Froglodyte Empire... trying to regain her senses... her naked body still twitching randomly as it is revealed... the tight pout between her legs so tight that no pink shows between the hairless lips... as smooth as her pert breasts... breasts topped by smallish coppery buds as they judder about tightly...

The green monster lifting you up by your nipples for the camera... then dragging you across the floor of the ship... towards a contraption of manacles and steel bars... designed to hold your wrists behind your neck... and chain your ankles almost together... forcing you to hobble...

Molly Whipple squeals and thrashes about like a rag doll as she is dragged... tears welling up in her eyes from the pain of having her nipples so twisted... the buds already swelling by the time she is brought the contraption... shaking her head as the green fingers pull out her nipples... screaming as the rings are put through them... squirming as the fingers pinch her pussy lips and pull...

A pair of needles thrust through the pussy lips... before rings are inserted there as well... and a steel collar locked around your throat... your wrists bound behind... ankles chained... and more chains... attached to a leash... clipped to the dangling rings passed through nipples and pussy...

Molly Whipple bellows out a groan from deep in her throat... still shuddering in agony as the collar and manacles are all chained together in some sort of elaborate interconnected method... not unlike shibari ropes... only with chains... that make it next to impossible for her to do anything but crawl on her knees... as she is urged forward by a tug of the leash chain... complying with a pained expression...

The green alien tugging the leash hard... dragging you forward... forcing you to shuffle on your knees towards a bowl filled with water... a cruel sneer on the alien's face... as cameras broadcast the whole sordid scene back to earth... and a wide-eyed audience... "Drink up, little doggy... drink for your new Masters..."

Molly Whipple creeps forward on her knees... her face a mask of confusion... as it dips down... and her pink tongue attempts to lap the water... splashing a bit on her face and the floor... blinking as she looks up... seeing the monitors on the walls... her eyes widening as she realizes an audience of her fans... and froglodytes alike... are watching on big screens... she gulps...

The monitors crackling... allowing you to see both audiences... a two-way transmission... compounding the humiliation... as the green man tugs the leash... "Drink up, doggy... finish your water like a good girl... and we might just find a stud for you later..." The aliens chuckling... as they present another bowl... earth dog food this time... of the dried variety...

Molly Whipple's eyes flicker about furtively... along the chain leash to the hand that holds it... then to the electric whip in the other hand... blink... then lower... sniffling as her lower lip curls outward into a pout and she begins to eat... making a face as she crunches the dried nuggets... leaning forward on all fours to get her face into the dish... her naked ass stuck up in the air...

The aliens grinning... one stepping forward and forcing a green scaly finger between the cheeks of your bottom... pushing against your star... and inside... the humiliating intrusion recorded for all to see as the aliens chuckle... relaxing... evidently thinking you completely beaten... as you eat up your dog food like a good little pet...

Molly Whipple hangs her head as she empties the bowl of food... jangling her chains a bit as she nudges the water bowl with her nose... the alien chuckling and nodding to his assistant... who refills it as he declares... "See how easily earthlings accept being turned into pets..." as Molly bites the edge of the water bowl... and tosses it toward the feet and dangling end of the crackling whip of her captor...

The water pooling around the feet of the green alien... and around the whip... electricity coursing through him... as the whip delivers a terrible shock to your captor... and to you... for long seconds... until he finally drops the end of the leash and crashes to the ground... out for the count...

Molly Whipple flops about like a fish out of water as the charge courses through her... the alien assistant rushes to help... to the same fate... Molly recovering first... slinking forward on knees and tummy... searching the alien for keys with her toes... demonstrating her flexibility as the straining nude bends until her toes can unlock her wrists from behind her head... standing... the chains that were tugging on breasts and digging deep into pussy suddenly little more than decorative...

An alarm sounding... as the Froglodyte audience looks dismayed... panicking... while the earth people cheer... as you look for a way of controlling this vast spacecraft... or escaping it...

Molly Whipple drags the alien up by a fin... wrenching an arm behind his back... her silver chains jingling... her pierced breasts jiggling... her tight ass wiggling... as she walks him to the bridge of the spaceship... "Take me home or I'm going to break it... now..."

He does just that... to a cheering welcome for the heroine... Molly giggling as she walks down the ramp of the space craft wearing nothing but chains... jingling as her agent and the director brush past... already discussing an alternate ending with the alien... for distribution to the Froglodyte Empire... demanding a generous percentage of the box office of course...

(March 2009)