Ravagers

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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 suns’ 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 non-descript 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 aircrafts’ 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 others 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 heros 
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 
communiques 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 oceans 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 circuity 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 loosing 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 worlds 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 be own of the cities finest brothels.