The Business of the Head Snatchers

Aliens abduct a guys girlfriend, removing her head and transforming her into cyborg.

https://www.deviantart.com/objectifier/art/Hottie-with-a-Cybernetic-Head-8710159...

"So, like, me and my girl were out on the boat ya know? We were just cruising along, enjoying the wind and the waves, my girl layed out on deck catching some rays when, I kid you not, A freaking flying saucer suddenly appears right over the boat! No, I'm not crazy! It was a real space ship. I know cause got a real good look at it, broad daylight and everything. Look, I don't care if you don't believe me, it happened. Do you want to hear the story or not? Alright then. So, like I said, this spaceship just appears out of nowhere. It just kind of sits there in the sky above us for a moment before this beam of light comes down, washes over my girl, and then, she's gone and a minute or so after that, so is the spaceship!

So, I'm sitting there in shock at what's just happened, wondering whether or not to call the coast guard or whatever, but, what am I suppose to tell em? That my girlfriend has just been abducted by aliens?! They'd look my up in the loony bin! So, instead, I turn the boat around and start heading back to shore, thinking that maybe I can get everybody to believe that she drowned or something, when after about half an hour or so, the ship is back! Right, so, now I'm scared right, I'm thinking that these guys, these aliens or whatever, they'd realized that they'd missed me, and were coming back to make sure there were no witnesses to tell anybody about them, but no. The beam of light comes down from the ship again, and when it goes out my girlfriend's back. Only, like, she's got no head! Instead she's got this weird camera like thing attached to her neck. So, the spaceship takes off again, leaving me there with my cyborg girlfriend. So, I study her for a moment, and I guess she studied me, it's kind of hard to tell with her not having a face anymore you know, and I'm wondering if they'd sent her to kill me, spy on the human race, study us or what, when I spot the note pinned to her swimsuit. Yes, I kid you not, an ordinary note printed on what looks like ordinary paper. So, I reach out and grab the note, cautious like, cause I don't know what she might do, but she doesn't react. So, I look at the note, and it's in English! I guess that makes sense though. It wouldn't have done me much good if it had been printed in some sort of spaceman language. Anyway, I look at the note and it say "We made some improvements to your mate. Now she'll do whatever you ask her to and never complain. Your welcome."

"So, this is all too much for me to take, and I think I kind of must have passed out or something, cause I wake up a little later with sunburn and a headache from dehydration, and at first i'm thinking that the whole thing had been some sort of weird dream, but no. I look across, and there's my girl, as headless as before, still with that weird camera thing staring at me like she's waiting for me to give her orders or something. So I do. First I tell her to jump up and down, and she doesn't even question it, just starts hopping, which does nice things to her boobs let me tell you! So then I tell her to take her suit off and throw it overboard, which again she does. So I'm getting really turned on by this point, so I decide to try something that she never would have done before, telling her to get down on all fours and let me fuck her in the ass, something that my girl always hated, and sure enough, she does that too! So, naturally, after that I spent the next couple of hours fucking the hell out of her, not getting a single complaint the entire time just like the note said. Well, let me tell you, we almost didn't come back. Wouldn't have if I hadn't run out of supplies. So anyway, I snuck her back home last night after dark, and I just had to tell somebody the story, so here we are. What, you don't believe me? Yo Crystal, get your cyborg ass over here! Yea, I know, she's really something right? No you can't fuck her, this one's mine. Where can you get one of your own? Well, funny you should mention that, as there was more to the note than what I told you. Apparently these aliens are merchants of a sort. They travel from world to world altering the planets females in exchange for resources. What they did to my girl was sort of a free sample you might say, a way of establishing contact. Anyway, here's a list of what their willing to trade for and a contact number. Yes, I know that's a lot of digits. Your calling an alien spacecraft dude, what do you expect. Look, just call the number. Trust me, it'll be worth it."