And with that she felt herself float close to a machine that glowed when she arrived. Two small probes entered her, and she relived a time when she was younger and vibrant, filled with love and energy. As she gazed at a nearby rainbow, she was filled with peace, and in a silent prayer asked to be led to where she could make the most difference in the world. They had heard, but waited for her to plunge into her world of routines and annoyances before they rescued her. She nodded her acceptance and waited for them to teach her what she would need to know. Her wait was short lived, as flashes of images along with a myriad of voices began speaking at once. It was organized mental mayhem for a brief eternity until everything abruptly stopped, and in a blur she found herself transported to a wind-blown vacant gas station in Arizona. It was like one of the scenes from a soda commercial, where everthing was dead, dry, and dusty except for the soda machine that was in use continually by the motorist who stopped there.
She was different now; her figure was slim and beautiful, and she found that with a mere thought, she could change her features and assets. Her sexuality was alive and responded to any stimulation including the slightest touch and she became obsessed with it. With a mere thought, she could move from one place to another; moving through walls and past jet aircraft with the speed of thought. She could hear the thoughts of those nearby, and felt alive throughout her entire being, no longer limited by senses and intuition. She was exhilarated, yet driven at the same time, for she knew her purpose was to secure as much extract as she could for her friends above. She would mate with every man she could, secure his semen, and deliver it immediately to the receptical that was always awaiting in a nearby dimension. With newly learned muscular techniques along with the retractable probe implanted in her womb, she could drain his reproductive resources; then completely void the precious extract while it was at its' most virilent stage in a matter of seconds.. With her ability to change shapes and personalities at will, her donors could be as varied as nature itself
Her first donor was a middle-aged businessman. She came to him while he studied the Journal in a secluded area of the park. She was blond and sexy, and he couldn't believe his good fortune. Jumping behind a growth of bushes, they ravaged each others bodies. He tore at her breasts as his throbbing organ smashed into her furry mound. At the height of his passion, the probe automatically extended its flexible tube and plunged deep into his urethra, sucking every drop of liquid into her pulsing vestibule. He screamed, grabbed his gonads, and rolled off into the dense underbrush in a fetal position. The recepticle appeared from its resident dimension, and placing it between the flower of her pussy lips, she forced the milky fluid out of her womb. With a sigh, she quickly restored her appearance, and wandered back towards the ball field.
"He's had a vascectomy, my dear." The soothing voice returned, chiding her failed first attempt.
"Damn!" She thought; "I just can't keep doing this!" She winced at its observation, and decided to pursue younger, less experienced and more virile material. She found him playing center field, and with a mere twitch of her finger, he trotted towards her with his eyes glowing in anticipation.
"Hi, I'm M. . . .!" and before he could finish; her lips locked onto his and her hand reached for the lumps between his legs. Before he could catch his breath, she had his jersey ripped open and his pants were being pulled down to his knees. She was a short-haired brunette with a jogging outfit, and a luscious tan. Roughly messaging his manhood through his jockeys, she pulled the T-shirt off with a smooth motion and planted his hands on her smooth tight breasts. Her tan-lines were all the way to her nipples, and her belly had the composure of a refined athlete. Stripping her shorts off with her free hand, she continued to message his manhood, concentrating on the glans to stimulate his pre-cum. When the first drops oozed on to her soft hands, she quickly forced him down on his back, inserted his manhood, and began pumping fitfully as her hands messaged his gonads. Within just a few moments, she felt his abs tighten, and knowing he would soon release, she forced him all the way into her depths, to allow the probe easy access. Her muscles began to rythmically draw him deeper into her womb, and just as the first ejeculate surged from his prostrate, the probe dutifully found his opening buried within the glans, and forced itself down the length of his surging organ. He screamed, and grabbed his gonads, now being unmercifully drained of their juices. She continued to rock her hips up and down on his surging manhood until he collapsed; his testes the size of two shriveled peas. Again the receptical appeared, and she pumped frothy extract into its chamber while feeling her own orgasm building. As the last threads of his essense fell away from her swollen pussy, she fell back and frantically stroked her engorged lips. She muffled her screams with the back of her hand as a multiple orgasms shook her body in quick succession. Again with a sigh, she reconfigured her appearance, and looked over at his exhausted form lying in the tall grass, his deflated manhood laying to one side in total exhaustion. She smiled and turned towards the playground across the street.
Three young boys were shooting hoops, dodging and darting to gain possesion of the weathered, and partially deflated ball. Within just a few moments, Sharon became a substantially younger redhead, and ran across the court snaring the ball with one swift motion. As her victims tried to regain their plaything, she quickly lifted her dress to reveal nothing underneath. They froze and their interests immediately shifted to her bouncing buns as she skipped back across the court and into the equipment room next to the showers. Within moments they were all naked, and she was carefully giving them a "crash-course" in human sexuality; she had one of the hairless organs in her mouth, one in her anus, and one stroking away frantically at her tight little womb. Their youth was reflected in their lack of control as they all climaxed within moments of one another, and ran into the shower room shrieking with their first conquest. She sat up, with the probe starting to emerge from her tiny lips, and wondered what had just come and gone. The depository appeared but she had precious little to offer, for despite their youthful vigor, their extract was just barely adequate in development to be of any use. She changed her form into that of the local janitor, went below the showers, and secured the cold water to exact her revenge. Within seconds, the boys ran screaming into the locker room amidst the embrace of their soft towels. She smiled to herself as she again changed her form and headed out for her next conquest.
The local police were mystified at the two men they had found; one cowering in the woods, and the other under the bleachers at the local ball field. Both had told similar stories, but the assailant was so different in each case that there was no apparent suspect. She overheard Sgt. Lasky's concerns for the communities safety; and touched by sincerity, she waited until he was alone in the squad car on his way back to the precinct before she appeared in the back seat. He slammed on the brakes, staring in the rear view mirror at her pristine oriental face. He started to speak, but she pressed her lips to his, learning its effectiveness from the center-fielder. He only squirmed in his seat for a few moments, and then relaxed to allow Sharon full access to him. She carressed his slightly over-weight figure through his clothes, and was able to arouse him quickly by applying gentle pressure to his prostrate. Removing his trousers completely, she began oral administrations on his engorged member and hastily removed her clothing. As her face, her body was pristine, with clear pale features and tiny buds on the tips of her small firm breasts. His manhood surged, and she took advantage of his compromised position to thrust him into her moist warm canal. They held other tightly, slowing building on each others' arousal until she began to peak. Feeling her spasms increase along the length of his manhood, he grunted as the first surge of knotted, milky substance screamed into his urethra on its way into her womanhood. The first geyser shot past the probe and splashed against her womb with such fury that most of it rebounded back out of her feminine opening. Her eyes went wide with surprise, as did his when the probe sped down the length of his organ and into his tight ball sack. They both shrieked in a wondrous mutual orgasm, and she continued to rub her swollen clitoris against his pubic bone as several more orgasms shattered her pristine body. His eyes were glazed and his body limp as the last of his masculine juices were drawn into her throbbing vestibule. She continued to rub against him long after he was totally drained and unconscious, savoring the feel of his limp, expended organ in womanhood. Finally, with a twinge of regret, she drained his essence, and changed her form for the journey ahead - she was getting too well known around this town.
