****** Ravagers by Dave ******
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Ravagers


The long walk along the glistening gray sands of the beach cleared his senses,
as the calls of the receding seagulls brought peace to his troubled soul. It
had been a tiresome day of thankless decisions and forceful requests, and Ken
knew that he was rapidly approaching the threshold of his strained patience.
What a contrast from his youthful beginnings he thought, as he stopped to watch
the sun's rays delicately paint the underside of the clouds red. His marriage
had failed early, leaving him with the sole custody of a troubled son and an
unforgiving mortgage. Through all the trials, Ken had maintained his
perspective up until just recently when the loneliness of his single lifestyle
had finally eroded his determination. He began to walk along a long stretch of
lonely beach that he passed daily on his way home to relieve the frustrations
he was experiencing with increased intensity, and found the gentle roar of the
incoming waves brought serenity and strength. They also brought him the gizmo.

At first Ken didn't notice the dull gray gizmo, dulled even further by the lack
of sunlight. He thought it was a rock, and gently nudged it with his toe.
Finding it warm, he gently worked it loose from the sand and brushed the sand
away from the mechanism gently, trying not to disturb any of the small
protrusions. Sensing the warmth of his hand, the gizmo sent a brief signal to
the ship hidden amongst the stars, and Ken soon found himself bathed in warmth
and brilliance as his body was transported into the laboratory of the alien
ship. The laboratory was white and featureless, and a muffled throb of
machinery could be heard amidst the motionless calm within. As he awoke, he was
approached by three beautiful creatures; human, yet inhuman, with large almond-
shaped eyes and angelic skin. Their bodies appeared identical to their female
human counterparts through the translucent shimmering garments that gracefully
flowed over their gentle curves. They had small openings for their nostrils and
mouths, and a small protrusion where their ears should have been.

As they moved towards him with nondescript items in their hands, Ken was
instantly aware of their thoughts and their purpose. He became overwhelmed with
panic and was unable to move as they probed and poked at his nakedness. Their
non-emotional faces brought waves of fear to him as he suddenly knew they
intended to use the knowledge they gained from him and other victims to
eventually ravage his home world. There was a sharp pain at the base of his
brain, and paralysis overtook his limbs, as they withdrew some of his blood,
urine, and testosterone. With their tasks efficiently completed all moved away
from his field of vision, with the exception of the tallest who began to gently
stroke his flaccid manhood into life. Despite his fears, her persistent
stimulation to his glans and scrotum brought him to a swift erection. Climbing
onto the pedestal where he lay, she lifted the translucent gown for Ken to get
a brief glimpse of the hairless lips that soon engulfed him with their silky
caress. He sighed with fulfillment as she eased herself onto him slowly,
savoring the warm and wet embrace of passion. She paused long enough to place
three small pads to her body, two to the tiny nipples, and one to the now
apparent clitoris that had emerged from her nether lips. The pads were attached
by thin, clear wires that led to the painful area in the back of his neck.

As the seductress resumed her administrations, he could feel her muscles
contract rhythmically along the length of his penis, as his glans was securely
bathed with a gently flow of her love juice. Her tiny hands with delicately
fluorescent nails dug into his chest, as her eyes began to water with the
intensity of her arousal. Her long flowing dark hair gently swirled across his
arms and face with each stroke, bringing him ever closer to his release.
Suddenly, his mind was bathed in erotic thoughts, and he felt as if every
single nerve ending in his glans had been overwhelmed by her telepathic
administration. He climaxed explosively into her womb, erupting so violently
that the muscles near his prostrate cramped violently. She smiled at him and
closed her eyes as the waves of his orgasm swept through her, discoloring the
thin wires that connected his neural net to the erogenous zones in her breasts
and womanhood. Ken had been denied his most explosive orgasm, robbed by the
lovely creature that rested astride his immobile pelvis. As she dismounted,
another immediately took her place, and was soon riding him with the fury of
whirlwind. Her mental stimulations began almost immediately, and he was soon so
overwhelmed that he exploded into her with what little essence he retained. The
third creature that mounted him had somewhat larger breasts, and a wisp of dark
hair just above her nether regions, but by then, Ken no longer cared, and eased
into the peaceful oblivion of senselessness. His remains washed up on a small
island in the Pacific several days later where they were unceremoniously fed to
the local livestock.

The ship silently glided through the contaminated atmosphere, leaving nary a
trace of its passing. At the helm, its loyal commander anxiously adjusted the
myriad of glowing controls insuring the ship would avoid detection. Upon
entering the lower strata, the precious cargo was released, one pod at time
along the predetermined course over the liquid that was so abundant on this
small planet. The conquest of the planet would depend upon the ships' accuracy
and stealth, and unknown to its' commander, upon its total destruction. As the
last pod splashed into freezing cold of the North Atlantic, the chain reaction
that had started deep in the cargo hold reached critical mass, and the ship
disappeared in a flash brighter than the sun.

The pods began to wash ashore at strategic locations their creators had
carefully designated. Within moments, they began to open; their formless cargo
rapidly changing into human figure as an ill wind began to encircle the planet.
During this critical incubation phase, they took the form of beautiful women,
completely versed in a multitude of languages and cultural variations to more
effectively execute their mission. If all went according to plan, the conquest
of the dominant species currently over-populating the planet would be
accomplished in less than thirty earth cycles. They would begin by neutralizing
the male competition while tapping into their massive reserves of orgasmic
energies, then enslave the females to construct landing platforms and propagate
the planet with a mutated hybrid species. The sterile creators would then feast
on the intensive female sexual energies, and drain the dying planet of
resources before returning to their desolate home world.

The P-3 had just completed the second leg of its ECM maneuvers in the north
Atlantic when the glowing object smashed through the port wing and ruptured the
two engine nacelles and fuel tanks. There was barely enough time for the
burning craft to send a "MAYDAY" before the aircraft slowly inverted and dove
into the freezing waters killing the entire crew. When the recovery crew
finally arrived, they found half-human female creatures floating next to an
abandoned life preserver. The remainder of the downed remains revealed little
of the aircraft's final moments, much less explained the unusual life forms
found nearby. The creatures were rushed to a nearby lab under a cloak of
secrecy, where samples revealed their unique characteristics and
extraterrestrial origin. The next morning, a top secret military flight
delivered the cadavers to the CDC in Atlanta.


Jerry and Amy finally succeeded in stealing away from the remainder of office
crowd for some much needed privacy under the pier. They had known each other
for years it seemed, but had only recently discovered their mutual
compatibilities. Amy had begun working for the large distribution corporation
first, and it was only a chance meeting outside of the offices that had brought
the two lonely souls together. Both were driven towards each other by
pronounced sex-drives that seemed to gain strength with each new encounter.
Within the cover of darkness and the gentle sounds of the water lapping against
the pier, they began the passionate embraces that had always led to an exciting
and fulfilling encounter. Their bodies entwined around one another, savoring
the warmth and uniqueness of their sexuality.

Amy had been described as plain and sensitive although secretly she had always
envisioned herself as a shy victim in a selfish world. Jerry, on the other
hand, projected an image of self-assurance and strength, contrary to his
personal self-perception of insecurity. Yet, once in each other's arms, they
became radiant and strong, able to satisfy each other with confidence and care.
He loved her small, upturned breasts that were crowned with perfect little dark
brown nipples that responded instantly to any stimulation. She loved his
unselfish lovemaking, spending hours on her arousal, rather than the brief
moments to which she had become accustomed. As Jerry sought and released Amys'
aroused breasts, she reached into his slacks and began to knead the head of his
manhood gently, her cool fingers bringing the lifeless gristle to life almost
immediately. His hands began to explore the warm dark recesses of her womanhood
as they eased down onto the soothing sand in a passionate embrace.

As the intensity of their arousal began to peak, a large object streaked
overhead, momentarily robbing them of air before slamming into a small runabout
nearby and exploding into flames. The sound of screams and the crackle of the
pier becoming engulfed in sooty flames sent the two lovers clamoring up the
beach to safety where they encountered the hapless remains of one of the
objects occupants, unable to mature in the hostile world of exploding debris.
Curiosity edged Jerry closer despite Amy's pleas. Mustering all of his courage,
he knelt next to the still breathing form and gently touched the stump of her
left arm. He immediately felt his semi-flaccid organ swell back to life with
renewed energy. His glans felt as if it had just acquired a million new nerve
endings increasing his sensitivity astronomically. His prostrate began pumping
furiously, forcing his life giving seed to explode through his underwear and
ooze out of the crotch of his denims. The unprecedented drain on his nervous
system proved to be fatal.

Returning from a days fishing adventure in the bay, Glen and Tom relaxed with a
cool beer, as the hum of the diesel threatened to put them to sleep. The harbor
lights were just appearing over the horizon, as the dusk began its final
assault on the days brightness. Both had their limits of Atlantic Salmon
cleaned and stowed in the cooler, along with the routine sunburn along their
forearms and foreheads. As the vessel gently pitched over the wake of a passing
freighter, the screech of an incoming projectile jarred the cool air and their
daydreams, and they turned just in time to witness a glowing object slam into
the stern of freighter. The ship immediately exploded, sending a plume of
sparks and smoke high into the air. Burning debris began to shower the small
fishing boat as the freighter began to rapidly slip beneath the waves, its bow
at an ever increasing angle towards the stars. Amidst the screams of burning
crewmen, and micro explosions that continued to shatter the visible hull, the
sea around the stricken vessel began to blaze then boil. With a dull roar and a
sudden rush of warm wind, the ship disappeared beneath the surface.

Tom quickly guided the fishing boat on an intercept course for the frothy sea
where a mere handful of survivors, most seriously burned, were struggling to
survive. Using the only flashlight they had at their disposal, Glen scanned the
bubbly water, and pulled the victims ashore as the boat slowly passed through
the burning debris. For almost two hours, the two heroes made a zig-zag course
through the wreckage, and managed to pull twelve of the stricken crew members
aboard before a Coast Guard ship pulled alongside to relieve them of their
water logged cargo. As they finally set course for home, the two weary
fishermen were unaware of the female form the clung desperately to the bow as
the tiny craft accelerated. Once they had safely tied up to the pier, and off
loaded their gear and catch, they headed home with the memories of their
rescues still vivid in their minds' eye. Once she was alone, she hoisted her
wet and naked frame out of the water and on to the pier, firmly massaging her
tired arms. Surveying the surroundings, she chirped a few brief commands into
the transceiver imbedded in her throat, and listened intently to the response
as she continued to massage her aching bones. The mission had lost a total of
eight pods out of the two thousand originally deployed. The losses were
acceptable, and actually lower than expected although there were some
intercepted communiqués that the element of surprise had been lost with the
downing of a military aircraft. As mission commander, it was her responsibility
to clear each phase of the conquest, which, with one quick response she
confirmed. As the night progressed, the fifty two aliens, efficiently stowed in
each pod, began to deploy towards their objectives - they had thirty days to
complete said objectives, and return to their points of earthly origin. If all
went as planned, millions of sperm producing inhabitants would succumb to an
orgasmic overload, leaving only the egg-producing inhabitants to assist in
ravaging the planet.

She was young and beautiful, inexperienced and inquisitive; and she had met Tim
two years ago at summer camp during her senior year. Tim was one of the
counselors working part time to pay for his college education. They had become
enraptured with one another in a few short weeks, and spent a night of passion
together in a small sleeping bag by the ocean's edge only to tearfully part the
next morning. The abortion was so well concealed that even her parents did not
know, and she spent the next year trying to find the man who held the keys to
her heart. Now, with the last of her resources all exhausted, she stood at the
site of the conception, and watched the moonlight glitter from the frothy
water. She still recalled every kiss and caress, shivering when she recalled
his initial penetration, and the new sensations that overwhelmed her being that
night.

Tim saw her standing there, and a tear formed in his eye. He had hoped that
someday he would return to her to re-experience the joy of their first night of
loving. Strolling up to where she stood, he gently reached up to brush away her
tears. She turned to meet his loving gaze and fell into his arms, sobbing in
relief. As she embraced his well-toned frame, she pondered how many souls had
experienced the joy she felt at this moment. As she pulled his torso towards
her own, she felt his straining manhood pressing into her abdomen, and she
smiled knowing that soon they would relive their first night together. But then
she felt every muscle in his body tighten and looked up in time to see his eyes
roll into his skull. He released his loving embrace, and crumbled to the wet
sand; twitching spasmodically several times before he expired. She screamed and
fell to her knees beside his crumpled form, getting just a brief glimpse of a
naked woman vanishing in the night. A large pool of semen formed in his crotch
as out in the harbor, searchlights continued to comb the silent water.

Several miles inland, he was pounding her tiny hips into the bed frame with his
own, panting and sweating like a marathon runner. She was clawing at his back,
leaving large red welts where her fingernails had torn through the skin. Her
large soft breasts were gyrating wildly as her hips ground unmercifully against
his manhood, bruising him while bringing him ever closer to the edge. He didn't
care anymore as he had felt her body orgasm twice, and was well on the way to
filling her with his seed. Just as the first rush exploded from his urethra and
her legs tightened around his buttocks, he felt a cold touch on his shoulder
and screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. It was as if every nerve ending in his glans
had intensified tenfold, sensing every articulation of her throbbing womanhood.
He screamed one final time as the sensations became more intense than he could
effectively endure producing a massive neural shut down. She slowly released
her orgasmic embrace and worked herself out from under his now rigid body to
catch a glimpse of a naked female figure as it disappeared through the outside
wall.

As the new day dawned on the Americas, the carnage became apparent. Thousands
of male corpses, most surrounded by stagnant pools of their life-giving seed,
were found everywhere; on the elevators, in the farmhouses, in the labs, on the
streets, in airports - in every structure and on every patch of earth. The
stunned populace began to flee from the seemingly unstoppable wave of aliens as
a worldwide state of emergency was proclaimed. By ten o'clock, the CDC was
overrun, and the National Guard was withdrawn because of their ineffectiveness
and high losses. Major cities were now virtually deserted; the women and
children fleeing by any means available, some even trying to protect their men
to no avail. The effectiveness of the aliens exceeded even their own
expectations, and they began to exploit their conquests with an occasional
"close encounter."

The depths of space are not entirely unlike the sea, as they both defy total
conquest, and understanding. Unbeknownst to the alien invaders, much less the
planet they were ravaging, a small parasite that had arrived from star stuff
many centuries ago, lay dormant until the alien ship brought it back to life
with a unique element spawned in the climactic explosion. Never before
encountered by the aliens, it would attach itself to biomechanical organisms
and feast on the unique circuitry until it was able to reproduce - an evolution
that would eventually destroy both host and parasite. The microscopic creature
had no interest whatsoever in plant or animal life, and could hibernate
indefinitely until reawakened. It was to be the end of the invasion, and the
divine intervention so desperately sought by the religious communities.

Claire awoke with a start, her skin awash with her own sweat. It had been an
erotic dream with heart-stopping intensity. As she began to calm herself, she
turned to Ed, her confidant, and long-time companion. A research scientist as
herself, he had the brilliance of Einstein and a personality to humble a
politician. Gentle and intelligent, he offered Claire the security she needed,
with a six figure annual income, and beautiful home on the waterfront, and the
best of whatever they needed. Ed was lacking in the fulfillment department
however; with his head always in the clouds, Claire had to continually drag him
back to earth. The continual see-saw battle between fantasy and reality had
cost them their intimacy while providing them with a future most could only
dream of. She had pondered an affair, but never really had the time, nor did
she want to risk losing the paradise she shared.

With a sigh, Claire fingered the remote, assuring the sound was muted as the
picture began to illuminate the screen. It appeared the reporters were in a
panic as the camera zoomed in on several nude females strolling towards their
location. A message from the State Governor scrolled across the bottom of the
picture encouraging everyone to remain calm and to stay within their homes. As
she gradually turned up the volume, the Civil Defense insignia popped onto the
screen, accompanied by a shrill shriek that lasted the better part of a minute.
Ed awoke with a start, and reached for her hand when he saw her white face and
sensed her fears. Finally, an announcer broke in, and gave a sketchy report of
the alien invasion while and progress displayed on a large world map to his
left.

"We better get to the lab," she muttered, as she threw comforter to the foot of
the bed, and slid her feet into some fuzzy bunny slippers.

"Consider it done," Ed confirmed, and jumped into the shower.

By the time he had shaved, the coffee was ready; and by the time Claire was
dressed, the Lexus was warmed-up with her door opened and the radio blaring the
latest reports and interviews. Once on the road, they became focused on the
task at hand, and did not speak to one another until later that afternoon when
they were in the lab. Following the philosophy of assessing the weaponry to
know the enemy, their efforts concentrated on a few cadavers that had been
collected by a select female task force. Combining their knowledge with several
other West Coast facilities throughout the Americas, they were able to isolate
the chemical agent that wrought havoc with the male reproductive system. It
would take several more days to synthesize the pheromone, but no anecdote would
ever be found.

The first alien unit to be affected by the parasite was in northern Canada. As
she touched a young boy, he failed to collapse, and as he turned, the alien
realized he never attained an erection. The other male member of his family
stopped running and turned on her, raping her violently before tearing her
limbs mercilessly from her twitching corpse. The second unit to become affected
was in a high rise hotel in Chicago, the third in Buenos Aires, and in quick
succession, the assault slid to a stop. The alien creators, quickly withdrew
their craft into deep space amidst confusion over the failed communications.
One by one, the ravagers began to succumb to the parasites ravenous appetite,
until only a few remained undamaged. N Despite their best efforts, they were
captured and held in high security aboard a naval vessel managed exclusively by
women sailors. They were soon overcome, and perished along with their parasitic
invaders.

Claire continued to refine and dilute the alien pheromone, using Ed as her
primary lab animal. With their intimacy restored and augmented, they would soon
marry and produce many offspring. The pheromone was confiscated by the Federal
Government under the context of assuring stasis in the family, and stored in a
secure vault where it would be next to impossible to retrieve. All but two of
the aliens would perish - the leader would be captured and become the
humiliated test bed for the world's scientific community. She would eventually
succumb to one of the German lab experiments. The other disappeared into the
city by the bay and is rumored to own one of the city's finest brothels.

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