Left 4 Dead: Zoey's Out Of This World Spanking (F-machine,spank,drugs)
by BrotherAntroz

Chapter 1

"Okay Zoey, let's think this one through. You woke up on what looks like every alien spaceship you've ever seen, you have no idea how you got here and you're wearing baggy silk pajamas. This could end up being a very weird porno..."

Strangest of all, the young teenager was not making a word of that up. The last thing she remembered before waking up on the floor of a cold metal hallway was fighting off a sizable number of 'zombies' with her new friends, Bill, Francis and Louis. Now, she was wandering the dimly-lit corridors, looking through door after door (against her better judgment) for any other sentient creature.

"On the bright side, if there's anything else on this ship, they haven't started experimenting on Smokers..." she muttered. "No probing tentacles for me!" Still, she couldn't help looking over her shoulder every now and then, with every murmur and groan a new and monstrous form of life stalking after her.

"Why'd they have to take my clothes anyway?" Zoey wondered aloud. "And why silk? Where'd they even get them? Have they been doing this for a while or did they just walk into Victoria's Secret before the whole zombie apocalypse and try them on themselves? Does Victoria's Secret even have anything that doesn't look ridiculously over designed and yet still barely covers ten inches of skin on most girls?"

After what felt like an eternity, but could just as easily have been as few as ten minutes, the walls widened into a room of seemingly endless blackness.

"Hello? Anyone friendly out there?" she called, crossing her fingers behind her back. Was it her imagination or had the strange humming that pervaded the entire ship change pitch slightly? She took a cautious step forward into the room, and then decided against it, retreating back to the nearest wall and inching her way along. "Don't know what I'm looking for; pretty much anything different would be nice..." she murmured as she felt the surface before her gingerly.

Now there was no mistaking it, the background noise had changed; there was a whirring noise that was definitely getting closer... The girl yanked her hand back, just as a robotic arm shot out of the darkness and snapped closed just where hers at been a moment before. She flattened her back to the wall and frantically searched the dark in front of her for any movement. The robot arm came whooshing back, accompanied by its newfound twin, darting right for her ankles, which she avoided by leaping about a foot into the air. (It might have been reactionary or just out of fright.)

"You're not getting me that easy, even if you have to do have to go two on one on an unarmed girl!" Zoey taunted them, as they withdrew slowly. She smirked as they disappeared, already waiting for their return. Sure enough, they came back out a few seconds later, aiming for her arms this time. Just as she whisked them up above her head, two more appendages shot out and wrapped around her chest. "Aggh! Let go!" she yelped, bringing her arms back down to try and loosen their grip. They held fast and whisked her out into the room.

"FOUR on one?? You guys must really be desperate!" she grumbled, flexing her chest muscles and grabbing hold of one of the fingers. "All I can say is that you better be taking me home and not off to some weird medical experiments..."

The journey, whatever its destination, was not a long one, and they came to an abrupt halt in a few moments. Zoey looked around frantically, and was barely able to make out a large dimly-lit metal table some feet below her.

"Creepy medical experiments ahoy!"

The first two arms returned and grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her own arms gently but firmly above her head, as one of the ones around her chest let go and pulled away. Before she could wonder what they were up to, the third arm grabbed hold of the edge of her loose-fitting pajama bottoms and began pulling it downward.

"Ohh-ho, no. No, no, no. You leave those right where they are!" she scolded, trying in vain to yank her arms free.

Whatever was controlling the appendages, it certainly seemed to have a sense of drama. The one at her waist began tugging her pants down slowly, very, very slowly...

Chapter 2

"Look, if we HAVE to do this and I'm not saying we do, can we just get it over with instead of making it a goddamn striptease??" Zoey demanded, managing to briefly free one of her hands and pull her pajama bottoms back up.

The now-empty arm shot back down and grabbed her by the wrist once more, leaving her defenseless against the slow steady tug of the third appendage. Despite her struggles, her pants were now around her thighs and continuing down.

"This canNOT be happening." she fumed, turning her head away and trying desperately to think of something to do.

Now they were at her knees...her calves...her they were dangling below her feet, and now they were falling to the floor, however far away that was.

"Okay, hurray for you. You managed to take my pants off. Can we leave it at that?" Zoey growled, shivering as the cold air made its way around her bare legs.

As if in answer, the arms performed a quick switch. Now the first two were holding her, upside down, by the ankles, and the second two were hanging freely in the air, waiting for new orders. This had the effect of revealing her toned stomach as the hem of her shirt fell down in front of her face.

"Whoooaa! A little warning next time, or I might pass out again!" she groaned, yanking her shirt up in an attempt to keep her modesty.

One of the two vacant appendages grabbed a sleeve and began pulling it off. No matter how firmly she held onto the hem, the arm-things were stronger, and bit by bit, her grip was slipping. In desperation, she grabbed the hem with her other hand, but the last arm had apparently decided on a different tactic. It slipped under her shirt and began, strangely enough, to try and tickle her!

"Aaaaah! What the...what the hell are you..." Zoey spluttered, trying to fend it off. The arm-thing that was still trying to remove her shirt redoubled its efforts. "Fight fair, dammit!" she protested, unable to decide which appendage to fight first.

Despite the cold metal sensation and the robot hand's stiff fingers, she had always had a bit of a weakness for tickling. On the almost literal other hand, it was very cold in here and she would very much prefer to keep at least one article of proper clothing on! The decision was made all too quickly, as her shirt fluttered to the still-unseen floor to join her pants.

Fighting off the giggles more successfully than the hand that was causing them, Zoey reassessed her situation. She was hanging upside down in what she now had no doubt was an alien spaceship, in her white cotton bra and panties, being held aloft and simultaneously TICKLED by cold robot hands. 'I was right,' she thought to herself. 'This IS turning into a very weird porno. I just hope there aren't any cameras in here...'

Suddenly, the tickling stopped and as she began to breathe again, she couldn't help noticing that the hands holding her ankles had begun to lower her down, while the other hands grabbed hold of her wrists and brought her head level with her body, letting the blood flow normalize again.

"Well, thank HEAVEN for small mercies." she grumbled.

Suddenly, she felt something solid beneath her, and as the hands painstakingly brought her right-side-up again, she let out a YELL as the metal table met her back.

"Cold cold cold cold collllld!" she squeaked, shooting upright, rubbing her forearms for warmth, and watching the appendages carefully, as they had stopped moving entirely, apparently waiting for something. "So...when are the..uh...aliens coming along to probe me? That's...that's what you guys do, right, you...probe people..." she asked nervously, eyes darting from one arm to another. They twitched for a moment, and rushed forward, quickly wrapping around her limbs and flipping her onto her stomach.

"Wow! You guys don't mess around do you? No warning, nothing. You could've asked me to do it, you know!" Zoey complained looking behind her as the arms continued to move.

They had soon tucked her arms and legs underneath her, so that she was now on her hands and knees.

"Um, I don't know if anyone's listening out there..." she began, scanning the room anxiously, as it had begun to brighten almost imperceptibly at first, and then more quickly until she could actually make out the walls a short distance away. "But I was just kidding about the probing. You know that, right? You don't have to stick things in me..."

The appendages let go, and she could now see that they were coming out of ports on the rightmost wall on the right, attached to raised panels covered in little flashing lights. One of the arms (hereafter rrferred to as A, B, C, etc.) flexed briefly and its hand suddenly turned into a small, sharp knife. As A moved towards her, Zoey shut her eyes and braced herself, hoping feverishly they knew about anesthetics. There was a small ripping sound, then another, and she felt a cool breeze in certain places that had previously been very covered.

"Oh dammit to hell. They better not have..." She opened her eyes and looked down. "They did. This day couldn't possibly get any worse..."

Chapter 3

Zoey's natural first reaction upon being divested of her bra and panties was to place a hand over her groin in an attempt at privacy, but the appendage grabbed her wrist and moved it back to its previous position.

"Okay, NO." she growled, rolling over onto her backside and draping an arm across her exposed nipples. "I'll put up with a lot of things, inCLUDING a zombie apocalypse back on Earth. But I am not going to go down on my hands and knees and let you look at crotch without at least putting up a fight!"

The alien appendages seemed stunned at this resistance so late in the game and stopped dead in their tracks. Zoey took that as an opportunity to slip off the table, placing her other hand over the aforementioned crotch and backing away from the arms cautiously.

"I'd rather NOT go back to those guys in my birthday suit..." she muttered, bending down to retrieve the silk pajamas that had been dropped to the floor.

Suddenly, arm A sprang into action. It shot over to where Zoey was grabbing hold of the rumpled clothing and delivered a firm slap to her unavoidably exposed buttocks.

"OW!" She leapt into the air with a start, and arm B came to assist, grabbing one ankle as A grabbed another. Together, they lifted her up into the air and brought her back to the table. "Let GO!" she yelled, struggling to reach up and loosen their grip.

They deposited her handily onto the table, but kept their hold on her legs, holding them high in the air as Arms C and D moved into position. C and D paused as if for effect, as Zoey twisted and turned on the table, still trying to break free.

"Let me go, dammit!"

As if that was their cue, they swung down, hitting both of her cheeks at once.

"Ah-how! Knock it off!"

The appendages completely ignored her and prepared for another slap. She kicked her legs furiously but to no avail. The arms rushed down and hit her bottom again with a resounding SLAP!

"Oww!" she cried, trying to cover the target with her hands.

C was having none of that though, and briskly pulled them away while D came in with another spank.


D reared back again as C rejoined it.

"Stop! ...Please!" she begged through gritted teeth, but before she knew it she felt another stinging blow across her butt. Just as it began to register however, they came down with ANOTHER. "Sto-hop!" she hollered.




The appendages, or whatever was controlling them, paid no attention to Zoey's pleas for mercy, and spanked her again and again. At one point, they even took her completely off the table and turned her over. With B under her stomach, the other three took turns slapping her upturned bottom.

"What the hell...ow! What the hell did I do? Ow ow ow!" She squirmed mightily, and attempted to roll off of it, but D rolled her back into place and gave her an extra-hard spank as punishment. Her head flew up and she let out a waiiiiiil of shock and pain. The arms paused for a moment and she panted for breath, hoping against hope they were done.

Shockingly enough, they were and lowered her back down to the table (stomach first, thankfully).

"W...why the hell are aliens into spanking??" Zoey murmured, looking over her shoulder to inspect her butt. Her eyes widened as she saw the very fetching shade of pink it sported, and rubbed it gingerly.

The appendages slid underneath her and lifted her up, fussing and fiddling until she was back on all fours.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'll just sit here with my butt up in the air, waiting for you to come back and spank me some more!" she shouted at them as they disappeared into the wall. She sighed impatiently and continued to kneel on the table, only occasionally reaching back to massage one of her buttocks.

Without warning, a strange, halting voice began to speak out of seemingly nowhere. Zoey nearly fell off the table in shock, but scrambled back onto it in time to hear: "...attempted resistance several times in the past. Appropriate discipline in the position known on subject's home planet as 'diaper' has been administered."

"I'm glad you ruled out electroshock therapy!" she retorted.

The voice ignored her and continued.

"Additionally, Subject 67409 has been informed that attempting to move from its current posture or other such disruptive behavior will be met with further punishment. The testing shall now begin."

'What testing?' she wondered, as the appendages emerged. Immediately, she noticed a difference. C had reshaped its hand into a rather phallic-looking device and seemed to be approaching her rear. Zoey shifted uncomfortably in place, and D accelerated, flattening its own hand out in preparation. She stuck her tongue out at it, and watched C apprehensively before B grasped her lower jaw gently, forcing her to look straight ahead. She briefly felt one of the hands grab her by the hip, moments before the phallic shape was inserted into her butt.


Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as the device went further into her. B, meanwhile, made its hand into a small dropper and deposited several droplets down her throat. She coughed and spluttered as it withdrew, noting its salty taste as she managed to swallow it.

The penis-like shape the C arm had taken was now fully embedded inside her, and as she squirmed around on the table, it let out a long, low hum that went straight to her spine. Zoey's hair stood on end at that and she shivered in delight. The other three appendages took note of this, and when C vibrated again, B reached underneath it and slid its dropper along her crotch. She giggled quietly, for it tickled a little as it took a sample of the moisture that had begun to accumulate there. C began to pump in and out of her bottom, as Zoey found herself becoming increasingly aroused at the treatment she was receiving. A and D were still in the form of hands, and moved to her breasts. They started working at her nipples with their fingers, pushing, pulling, kneading, tugging...

At this point, she couldn't help herself and rubbed her fingers against her pussy, moaning in time with the thrusts of the C device. B returned to its hand shape and felt her forehead for a moment (although how it could determine her temperature when it was made of metal is anyone's guess), before returning to her vagina. The hands at her nipples, seeming to conclude that she could not produce milk through manual stimulation alone, released her breasts and, in perfect synchronization with the B appendage, delivered mild electrical shocks to her most sensitive parts.

Zoey's eyes shot open and she climaxed, moaning loudly and rocking her hips back into C's penile shape. B collected another sample from her vagina and retreated into the walls along with A and D. As she came down from her orgasm, still breathing heavily, C began to hum again, constantly this time. She whimpered as the arousal began to build again, now furiously fingering her pussy. The liquid they'd made her swallow earlier must have been an aphrodisiac, because all she could think of now was her need to cum. The C appendage was now thrusting in and out of her with such speed it was almost a blur, and the vibration was so intense that her eyes rolled back in her head in ecstasy. All she could do was rub herself and emit a long unbroken "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound.

When she felt the peak approaching, she shook herself out of her reverie, and screamed aloud to the entire room, "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg!" The orgasm wracked her body; she whimpered as she rode the waves. "Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes...!" she panted, fondling her breast with her free hand and pushing her fingers deep inside her.

C continued to pound away at her butt, only gradually letting its hum subside. Zoey slumped down, unable to keep her knees locked, and rested her cheek on the table, moaning softly as the lone appendage inside her slowed down. Slowly, almost tenderly, it slid out of her and back into the wall, the other three returning. B felt her forehead again as C and D pulled her to her feet.

"I...I'm not going anywhere for a while." she mumbled, sitting back down. She winced as she remembered the spanking earlier, and rolled over, now draped sideways over the table.

C placed itself under her chest and D and B grabbed her legs. Together, they hoisted her into the air and set off down the hallway. Zoey's eyes were closed in post-orgasmic bliss and she let them take her wherever they had in mind. 'Not like I could stop them. They'd just chase me down and spank me again. Mmm, spanking...'

Her thoughts before sleep took hold were somewhat disjointed, but involved everything from Greys to Wookiees to Borg placing her over their knees...


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