A brief respite for earths' frigid world
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Paradise Lost Part One “Was it good for you,” Tom grunted as the last of his seed dribbled down the back of her throat and her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. “Ummph,” Claire responded; before she pulled the softening member from her lips and protested “Why in the hell do you always ask me the same question when my mouth is full?” “Because I know, my dear, that if I ask you any other time, you’ll be perfectly frank and tell me how much you hate going down on me,” he retorted. “What makes you think now will be any different,” she retorted as she reached for the partially spilled water on the nightstand next to the bed, “You know, you could show a little more gratitude - that thing of yours is seriously lacking in the fresh scent department” “Oh, my dear, you know how I treasure your velvet touch, “ Tom responded passionately, “And whatever I can do to reciprocate your efforts, you know I’ll oblige without hesitation. Would you like me to take care of you now?” Claire smiled, knowing she had him in a compromising position. Pausing to savor the moment she decided to ask him for the money later. For now. she decided to leave him in his euphoria, and reassured him with a gentle kiss before snuggling upon his chest and drifting into a fitful sleep. He soon followed her lead, and as the evening slipped into nightfall, the world became light years away from the slumbering duo. Just beyond the misty meadows where their small house rose peacefully into the night, the alien ship silently approached. On board, the benevolent aliens of pure energy studied similar encounters being replayed throughout the countryside. They had come from a far greater planet than this pristine and ignorant world to observe the various stages of evolution so diverse and unique from one part of the globe to the next. As they watched in horror, the lovers absently discarded their spent and fertile seed in tissues or napkins or toilet bowls; unaware of how rare this pure nectar of human reproduction was in the vast and sterile cosmos. Within a few brief hours the small scout ships sent the same urgent message back to the mother ship hidden nearby. A quick and desperate decision was made aboard this command ship, and within moments, a fine mist of hormonal extract began to drift towards the unwary world. It would take several days to reach its destination and dissipate into the clouds. Tom awoke with a raging hard on and balls fit to burst. Slowly rolling over onto his side under the thin cotton sheet, he reached over to touch his young companions tense body. Claire was wide awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering what was happening to her. Her small well formed nipples were painfully erect, her chest heaved as her nostrils flared, her heart was pounding, and a continual trickle of her arousal nectar continually oozed between her nether lips and onto the now drenched sheet. His anxious hands began to explore the delicate recesses of her aroused body. Without warning, she rolled over on top of him, and with one swift motion positioned his engorged manhood at the entrance to her quivering pussy. With a singular thrust of her hips she had him fully engulfed, and humped his pelvis unmercifully, drooling and gasping in high-pitched squeals. Fully primed with rampant hormones and virginal innocence, they engaged in wild and uninhibited sexual activity for the first time in their lives. Finally, after several hours, their young bodies collapsed in exhaustion. They embraced late into the morning, not wanting to let go of the euphoria they were sharing. Once they finally did rise, they shared and intimacy unlike they had never known, able to literally communicate without words. Gone were the manipulative games and self-doubts; replaced with an aura of well-being and mutual acceptance. When Tom finally did turn on the TV to catch the tail end of the morning news, he couldn’t find any stations that was transmitting; the radio was silent except for static, and the din from mid-morning traffic below the small apartment was strangely absent. They hurriedly dressed and stepped out into the warmth of the mid-day sun, rehearsing the excuses they would soon employ for their perspective work tardiness. Upon entering the normally bustling and crowded street arm-in-arm, they stopped dead in their tracks. The only persons they could see was an elderly couple making passionate love in a semi-hidden stairwell. Above, the robins’ song and the hushed murmurs of lovers in love, was all that could be heard. After a momentary pause, they wasted no time in returning to the comfort of their bed and each others lovemaking. Part Two The dark ship eased to a stop just beyond the Dark cluster when it received a sudden and unexplained burst of cosmic energy from somewhere within the remote spiral constellation A27. Once the sensor array were realigned and balanced, the Krog overlord personally took control of research, dismissing the scientific team with a flagrant wave of his arm. Emanating from a small planet or group of planets, a tremendous burst of pure reproductive energy that appeared to renew itself continually promised to provide the greedy captain with an opportunity to enhance his coffers substantially. Keeping the exact location to himself and a few of his most trusted subordinates, he set course for the source with all the speed his finely tuned warship could deliver. It would arrive at its destination within a fortnight and destroy the benevolent ship with flagrant ease. The scientific assessment that followed revealed the source of energy originating from millions of copulating creatures on the surface of one particularly polluted planet. Extracting the riches from this cosmic waif would require that the ship extract the energies cleanly without pollutants, and continually apply organic stimulation to keep these soft-skinned aliens locked in their sexual frenzy. The scientific team, under the watchful eye of the overlord, developed satellite receptacles that would float freely in the cosmic winds, while the medical team quickly assembled a myriad of hormone extracts into a fine mist that would stimulate even the most frigid creatures to copulate. With the ship in a low orbit over the planets’ equatorial regions, the satellites and extract were deployed with deliberate precision on the unsuspecting victims below. Claire was the first of the two to recognize the differences in their love making. No longer was Tom gently caressing her nor responding to her sensitivities, but rather he was concentrating solely on his own orgasms. His once gentle thrusts had changed to desperate lunges, as he smashed his pelvis cruelly against hers. Her breasts were crushed against her chest while her legs cramped spasmodically from their desperate embrace. The continual assault aggravated by their unquenchable lusts made them numb, and soon they found themselves completely devoid of feeling; driven to increasingly difficult orgasms. There bed was ravaged; the mattress cover shredded by the continual onslaught of their thrashing fingernails, and the cotton sheets long since candidates for the rag pile. The loving they had felt was now replaced with senseless lusting that would soon drain their reserves of sexual essence. Finally, in a desperate attempt of personal fulfillment, Claire tore Toms’ bruised and tortured genitals from his heaving pelvis, forcing the bloody mass into her tormented pussy. She continued to rub her womanhood frantically against his bloody pelvis as his life drained away, her face reflecting the desperate agony of the moment. With her genitals raw and bleeding she collapsed atop her lover, and awaited salvation that would never arrive. Across the globe in every bedroom, similar scenes of desperation were being replayed with grotesque familiarity. At first, the energy had almost overwhelmed the receptor satellites, but with quick and timely management, the glowing orbs were retuned and the storage units were soon overflowing. The delighted Krog soon began to feast on the excess energies, dancing around jubilantly while the overlord retired to his chambers, satiated with the nectar of his future wealth. As quickly as the energy had surged however, it diminished into a memory, as the hapless victims exterminated one another in their sexual frenzy. Realizing his fortunes were secured, the overlord ordered the dark ship away from the exhausted world towards the trading colony several million light years distant. A gross miscalculation committed by the inebriated navigator, would eventually plunge the energy laden warship into wormhole where it would remain for eternity. Part 3 As the new dawn awoke on the sexually ravaged planet, the cries of lonely children and the abandoned elderly arose to drown out the robins song. Somewhere amidst the decomposing carnage, young folks just awakening to the initial urges of their own sexuality began to stumble into the sunlight. They faced the monumental task of disposing of their mature loved ones with dignity, while learning the technology that their parents had left for them to assume. Gently guided by their aged ancestors, they eagerly learned all they could. With the population a mere fraction of its former number, resources were abundant and life was good. It was in this innocent world that Samantha emerged. The product of a genetic experiment that was never completed thanks to the two successive alien disruptions, Samantha’s mental development dwarfed her natural counterparts. Using her superior intelligence manipulatively, she quickly advanced through the political ranks to assume control of the fledgling government. Her rapid rise to power angered many of her peers that had been sacrificed at her expense, and they sought to undermine her authority however and whenever possible. Despite their best efforts, they were quite simply out maneuvered, and gradually succumbed to Sams’ authority. Now under one government, the world began to thrive universally for the first time in its troubled history. Divided into two distinct classes, it appeared as if the world would be restored to its former glory and beyond, with hope and anticipation around every corner. Yet, in keeping with human evolution, the flourishing new world was about experience yet another unexpected turn in the course of human events. On the night of February 12th, as Samantha and her new lover were en route to the study after dinner, several disgruntled politicians stole into a darkened hallway to exact their revenge. The boyfriend was killed outright, his limbs torn from his body in a grotesque display of wild abandon. Samantha had the clothes torn from her flailing limbs before she was tied, bagged, and hauled into the trunk of an awaiting car. She was delivered to an abandoned warehouse where she was forcibly raped and tortured for the better part of the ensuing 48-hours. By the time she was found by some curious onlookers who had heard her muffled screams, she had lost both her nipples, her clitoris, and her perspective. During her recovery from the physical trauma, Sam refused service from any male counterparts and plotted her revenge. Upon being restored to her former office several weeks later, a series of well- designed enactments permanently stripped all males of any authority they once maintained. Subserviency was assured by global emasculation of all but a few breeders who were selected for their genetic superiority. When the benevolent race finally dispatched an observation ship back to the pristine planet several generations later, they found just a few tattered remnants of the intelligent life forms that had been so abundant centuries earlier. The dominant females had psychologically destroyed the motivation of their male counterparts, sealing their own fates and that of future generations. A few small nomadic tribes that prescribed to the “old ways” still existed in remote pockets around the globe, but their continual inbreeding was generating grotesque and sterile offspring that would eventually vanish with a whisper, Sadly, the benevolent aliens departed in search of other populated worlds, remembering this once fertile planet as another in a long list that had succumbed to its own selfishness.