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Copyright 2000 by Rod Harden All rights reserved |
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Commander Kayla surveyed the landing site through the vid screen. Already numerous Terran males surrounded the huge alien ship. They all wore the same olive green clothing and carried crude gunpowder-based weapons. The Commander's initial show of force should have convinced them that resistance was futile.
"Engage broadcast channel," she called to Ensign Geena, the Communications Officer. Kayla's voice, automatically translated, boomed out at the assembled army. "People of Earth! We wish to meet with your lead male." She watched as a small group huddled together, then one emerged. "I am General Weich," he called to the sealed spacecraft. Kayla turned to Lieutenant Corva and conferred. "He seems vigorous enough, though obviously not in his prime," said Corva. "I agree. And I don't like his name." Speaking through the speakers again, Kayla announced, "This one is not acceptable. We suggest..." She glanced at the screen again, then at her Lieutenant. Both pairs of alien female eyes converged at the same point on the screen. "We suggest the male standing by the truck." The soldier stepped forward. "Private Hancock here," he said. Kayla turned to Corva, smiling. "Hand-cock," she sighed. "And private also," said Corva. The hatch opened and Private Hancock stepped cautiously aboard. Ensign Geena immediately fitted him with a translator earpiece. "I've been instructed to cooperate fully with the representatives from Venus," said the soldier. "You will follow me, Hand-cock," said Commander Kayla. "Yes, sir!" snapped the private. Once inside the adjoining chamber, Kayla closed the door and turned to face the young soldier. "You will remove your clothing," she instructed, but Hancock seemed not to hear her. He gaped around the room, especially puzzled by the apparatus in the center. "That is the pleasure-swing. Now remove your clutching as I instructed." He looked at her, uncomprehending. Suddenly, she smacked the side of his head. "Sometimes you just have to whap those translators," she said. "I repeat, remove your clothing." "Oh! Sure thing, sir." Soon he stood before her, naked. He was indeed a fine, strapping specimen, broad in the shoulders, narrow in the hips. Kayla's gaze stopped where his legs came together. She felt quivers of excitement dance through her body. None like this had existed on Venus for many long years. Venus Needs Men! She quickly removed her uniform and began to climb into the swing. "Help me up, Hand-cock." In no time, she swayed freely above the floor, cradled by the trapeze-like pleasure swing. "I am desperately wet, Hand-cock. You will place your conch in my bunting now." He slapped himself on the side of the head. "What did you say?" "Put your cock in my cunt! Immediately!" "That's what I thought you said. Yes, sir!" As she felt him slide inside her, Kayla screamed in ecstasy. "By the Goddess! Swing me, Hand-cock. Ram me!" Being a good soldier, Hancock did as he was ordered. "Now touch me. Rub my clits." He smacked his head again. "Did you say 'clits'?" "Yes! Both of them!" "Both of them?" "Do it!" "Yes, sir!" Hancock continued to slam his body into hers as he searched the moist folds of her flesh with his fingers. Sure enough, he soon located two hot beads. Her body jolted and she redoubled her cries, as he massaged both pleasure nubs. She swung herself wildly back and forth along his glistening shaft like a fiery pendulum of passion. Shudders and quakes rippled through her body. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as she gasped for breath. Her rapture was such that she was not even aware of Hancock grunting and straining, his seed finally exploding forth deep within her. It was only when he shrank and withdrew that the Commander began to emerge from her bliss. Her entire body seemed to glow from hot embers just under the surface. She smiled at the Terran male. "You may dress, Hand-cock. You still have much to learn of our kind. But you shall accompany me to Venus. Such is my confidence in the aptitude you've shown." "Um. Gee. Thank you, sir, I guess." Kayla climbed down from the swing and dressed. When she opened the door, the rest of the crew scurried back to their stations. She strode to the microphone and signaled Ensign Geena for the outside line. "People of Earth! Our mission here is almost complete. We require only that you provide us with..." She and her Lieutenant exchanged glances. "Let's say, five million specimens like Hand-cock. Then we will return to Venus in peace." Once more, several males outside the ship gathered. General Weich stepped forward and addressed the ship. "We'd like to help the people of Venus, but we don't understand why you need so many Earth males. Surely a hundred or so would be plenty to reproduce with your kind and save the species." Kayla snapped off the microphone and looked around. Every member of the crew looked just as confused as she felt. She shrugged and switched the mike back on. "We do not understand the issue. We reproduce asexually and our species is robust. What does this have to do with our need for males?" The general's brow furrowed. "Then why..." He stopped. "Oh! Well. Perhaps we might be able to round up five mill-" His words were cut short as he was trampled by the sudden crush of volunteers. Venus Needs Men! |