by Marcus Sloss
“Both of you, soap off quickly, then let’s get into the bed,” I ordered.
“Yes Master,” Perci said with bouncing eyebrows while she hopped back onto her feet.
Her breasts slid across my body as she hastily soaped me down. When I was nice and lathered up, I backpedaled to the other showerhead. The suds shed off my body with fresh water. The girls had very dirty boobs and butts that just wouldn’t get clean as they swapped the soap in a teasing display.
After a quick dry, we arrived in the bed, ready for the real fun to begin. A glance at the timer revealed it was cut in half again. My distraction was interrupted by a soft tiny slit trying to engulf my large cock. I gave a frustrated sigh.
“Were short on time, girls. Perci, all fours, bent over right here, Willow, you get on your back there,” I said and the girl gave quick Gpad glances. They wanted to deal with the evolving situation. To prohibit that, I shoved Perci’s face into Willow’s moist swollen vagina. The next second, I was mounted behind Perci trying to fit into her very small pussy. “Perci, do you not even use dildos? Damn, girl.”
“Busszii,” Perci said, and I understood this time she was telling me she was busy.
If we were on a vacation retreat, I would break her and give the small woman time to heal. Desperate not to rip her, I went slowly. I was starting to make tiny progress when Willow’s cry of pleasure echoed in the large room.
“You girls need to swap. I can only get my tip into Perci. Shit, timer reduced again. Hurry up,” I said as the girls rotated.
With Willows thicker hips and dripping pussy, I slid halfway in on the first thrust. She clenched onto my cock with an arching cry of pleasure. I plunged in eagerly. Willow was a screamer even when her face was buried in Perci’s tiny vagina. The muffled moans were a bonus to the gripping power of her small pussy. We found our rhythm and five minutes later, I exploded inside Willow as Perci climaxed in unison with me.
“Rapid shower, and then get in gear. Sorry it was rushed at the end,” I said.
“I always planned on this intimate ‘I love you’ moment. You were still sweet and tender,” Perci said, gazing at my softening cock with longing. “I should have realized a large man and petite woman would take time for compatibility. There is a strap on in the supplies I ordered I might use to be ready next time. Hopefully, we find it before Maria does.”
Willow found this hilarious. We added to her laughter as we cleaned up again. Another glance at my watch and I realized we were now late. Waves two and three were on their way down and speeding up. Three objects had landed already that were unfolding.
“Shit! Timer is at zero. My gear is here. I will catch you up as you girls get geared. Hey Perci, Willow. You are wonderful ladies but outside this room or unless we are in a private setting, I am Cap. Also hurrah! You get to turn into soulless killing machines of The Pirate Crew. Now get those fine asses downstairs and in your gear!” I shouted the last line like a drill sergeant.
They raced out of the room in their civilian clothes. Perci would know where the underclothing and gear was at. I went back into my combat gear and double-checked my armor. I was ready; time to find out for what.
CHAPTER 8
The display screen on my Gpad was pinging with notifications. I was getting requests for extraction from members of the Pirate Crew. I sent out a blanket message.
We are hunkered down in a defensible position with supplies. Your orders are to get to the coordinates provided at all costs. ALL COSTS. For the crew. - Cap
After that, they knew what I would say. Nothing mattered besides getting to our new home FOB Mansion. Defeat the obstacles that were in your way, regardless of who or what they were.
When I glanced up from my Gpad, I saw Torrez racing through the mansion. The man was cursing about the timer as he ran for the barn to get gear on. Jevon bounded down the stairs with Becca to join me. Becca noticed we were geared for combat and fled to the barn. Our timelines kept getting bumped up; there must have been more countries going hostile.
“Status?” Jevon asked.
“Arrived moments before you.”
The screen we were half-watching flared with an alert.
‘The Russian surface to air missiles have only provoked the aliens to speed up their… intentions. At this time we don’t know what they intend to do. Our cameras on the objects are not being destroyed so we…’
I tuned the broadcaster out to watch the display. All three of the constructs were being tracked by separate cameras on different portions of the screen. The camera showed identical tall rectangular objects about thirty stories tall and fifty feet wide. The four exterior sides had an inner empty space that was framed in a black rectangle. The reason the reporter had suddenly stopped was the black inside of the structures lit with a turquoise shiny blue light. I grunted when I saw this.
“Thoughts?” Jevon asked, with his burly arms folded against his chest.
I saw the alien structure start moving at less than a walking pace on all three screens. Where the constructs were moving to seemed to be without a pattern. The camera angles rotated on the drones to face south to the north; probably ordered to get a baseline reference. All three devices revealed nothing I could ascertain from their random movements.
“Give me a minute,” I said over the reporter as he rambled on in the background.
I punched up data from the mother spaceship. The first wave was three, the second wave was nine, the third wave was eighty one, and the fourth wave was six thousand even. That six thousand even broke the pattern. Hmm… My mind fought over the reasoning of the sequential waves. There was a pattern here, but then there was not. There was no pattern on the…
‘This just in, the Russian fourgate is ejecting aliens. I repeat: the Russian fourgate is ejecting aliens.’
Oh shit! I muted the reporter to watch the scene unfold. An aquatic two-legged creature that stood no taller than four feet left the gateway with a rippling shimmy as they fell a few feet to the ground. They ran to the right side exterior grey frame and placed a hand on a button. The other three sides deactivated and the hovering construct landed with a billowing thud. What the…? Hundreds of these blue frail creatures poured onto Russian soil, desperately looking over their shoulders.
The warriors of the group carried long spears that crackled with energy at their tips. The soldiers wore light bronze armor with kilts, while most of their skin was exposed to the frigid Russian air. The civilians were garbed in thin, ragged clothing and started shivering. While there was a difference in weapons and military gear, they both shared the same fright. They kept glancing over their shoulders. A few minutes of aliens flooding onto the snow-covered grounds ended. The creature holding his hand to the button let go. When the button was no longer pressed the three dormant gates fired back up. The portal construct lifted a few feet into the air to continue roaming aimlessly.
“Fuck me! Are those aliens!?” Becca said as the rest of the team arrived from the barn fully geared.
Before I could answer my Gpad lit up with an override. I looked down to see Linda Growlen stern eyes. Not wasting time she said, “Assessment.”
“Fleeing something hostile, return to sender,” I replied and my Gpad returned to its normal status.
“Was that mom? What did we miss? Are those aliens?” The questions continued from the four late arrivals made me rub my temples.
“Enough,” Jevon ordered with an authoritarian tone. The man pointed up to the display. “Watch the screen.”
The Russians had not taken long to intercept the structure’s landing point. Their minimal forces were hesitant on how to address the situation. The Russian military in charge of pressing buttons was not. A drone caught sight of a missile barreling for the portal quadgate device. The munition diverted for the aliens. They saw the weapon coming with what I assumed was confused looks.
Boom. The screen flared with vibrant oranges mixed with reds washing over the drone camera for half a second.
The
drone shook from the impact. The quadgate ignored the minor splash of damage that washed over its dull exterior. The aliens were dead. A majority of the aliens were vaporized in the powerful explosion. The rest became a gore-splattered mess across the snowy white landscape. The news crews were shocked, Willow was shocked, and I was not.
The camera shifted to the Manitoba quadgate hovering over the snow. Two bipedal bears landed with a thud as they tucked and rolled their landings. The billowing snow they ejected with their mass floated back down. The new warriors were in thick chitin armor with laser weapons. They had enhanced optics over their eye and the large bear humanoid rocketed into the air with a jetpack. As awesome as the sight was, it was equally terrifying. These aliens had superior weapons and technology. The sky-high bear spun in a circle and then returned to its brethren. They ran back to the portal and hopped in.
A moment later, the quadgate stopped moving when a black bear in combat gear jumped through and slammed a hand on the button. It was at this point I understood something. They were locking open the portal and keeping it stationary. The other three portal lights went black while the one shone brightly. Infantry marched through the portal and I about threw up with the knot my stomach twisted in. Drones were being sniped out of the air with electric precision fire. The video from the ground ceased.
A top down view occupied the screen a few second later. My guess was the news had to be broadcasting via satellite now. A thick missile was seen soaring in from the edge of the screen. The missile slammed into the marching formation of troops that exited the quadgate. The upright bear holding the construct button was ejected from his place and the four gates illuminated when he was removed. The device rose off the ground to keep moving. Bear soldiers continued to flood out of the gate. They fell the short distance to the grass in a growing pile of tangled limbs. A quick thinking soldier raced for the construct and placed a hand on the device.
Before I could see what happened next, the camera cut out. Uh-oh. The news feed showed the alien spacecraft aggressively charging for Earth as it blasted satellites out of the sky indiscriminately. The feed of the news cut off. My Gpad gave an alert that said ‘out of service’ and I flopped into the nearest chair in despair.
All eyes landed on me.
“Start the coffee, find the lights, and pray for your families. We get to work. Becca, you’re on over watch, get some scan glasses and perch on the third floor. I want you to look for any glowing blue light. Find me if you see any. Perci, get the radios out since we lost sync with the global networks. Everyone should have the data on where to go. It will just not track their movement updates. Auto taxis are probably stopped dead, meaning every road in the world is probably clogged. Shit! I want to start punching stuff and screaming in rage. We cannot do that. Here we go, if there is a god…”
“May he or she forgive us,” Torrez and Jevon said in our ritual.
“I got the coffee, we even bought thermoses, expecting to have to work out in the cold,” Willow said, trying to distract herself from breaking down.
I could spare the two minutes and wrapped her in a hug. “Hey, your mom will be okay. She is driving herself, correct?”
“Yeah, we could never afford an auto car. It is electric, though. Not great for off-roading, and small. Derek and Tina will be stuck though and forced to go on foot,” Willow said, being far more resilient than I anticipated.
“Well everyone knows where to go. Thank you for being strong and for trusting me.”
“The craziest cliff I went off, was with you. Thank you for letting me fight and prepare. I should be at my acting seminar right now; I would be panicking wishing I had a man like you in this very moment. I am scared, but I am strong. I will never forget what you did for me,” Willow said softly and kissed my cheek. Her face turned sour and then went back to a smile. “Let’s hope they make it. Maybe you can try to pick them up?”
“A trip up and down the road makes a lot of sense once we get a semblance of a perimeter established. That was an alien army. My best guess, we are now networked into different alien planets where violence is common,” I said, leaving Willow’s side for the door.
“Hold on, Cap,” Perci said, clutching my silicone hand. “Why?”
“Those Russian aliens were scared of something savage. The bears were something savage, but based on their ranged weapons, I do not think that’s what the first aliens were terrified of. And lastly, we humans are savage. If Saudi Arabia taught me anything, it is that human nature is brutal when it is ‘you or me’ scenarios.”
“Alright, but Cap: bury the power lines first. Without power, we are doomed. Come on, Torrez. Time to dig out some radios.”
The two left the mansion, while Becca hesitated a bit. “Out with it?”
“Can I do something productive while I am on over watch?”
“I trust you up there. I haven’t had time to train Maria or Willow. So, train them when you can. Tell them what to look for. Teach them how to handle weapons. Build them into soldiers while we work. I will keep the guard rotations to every few hours and they will manage setting up for refugees, food, coffee, and training. Also, someone has to watch Jasmine when she is awake,” I said, pointing up the stairs. Becca nodded and went up to the roof. “You catch all that, Willow?”
“Coffee, and then join Becca. When radios are handed out, you will adjust from there, Cap,” Willow replied, and I smiled.
“Our Gpads should unlock the backhoes. You have physical keys for your machine, correct?” I asked Jevon as I went out the sliding glass door.
The cold air assaulted my face. The exterior lights started to flicker on as Willow was managing the central control box for the mansion from the kitchen. The outside space was actually illuminated fairly well, to the point that the floodlights were a lower priority. Even the moon shone brightly in the scattered night sky.
“Let’s go see how they rigged these up. Fancy houses like this... we should encounter higher quality materials,” Jevon said, scanning the thin power lines.
We neared the closest pole to the house and the wires were buried about twenty feet next to the foundation. The lines looked sturdy. Their coating was thick with a rubbery texture. While I anticipated they could handle being buried, I knew at the same time, we were messing with our most vital resource besides food and water. Electricity. The solar panels stored away would add days to our labor cost if we broke this system.
There were foot and hand pegs I used to climb up. I pulled myself up to where the wires were bound to the pole. I grew confused when I saw they were clamped to a peg with a metal tightening bracket.
“Hey, you were working construction after the desert. I think these are insulated lines. Give them a look,” I said, climbing down.
“A project like this on a property this expensive? Yeah, these should be safe to touch. I did not think of that,” Jevon said, going up the pole. “Most of the stuff I work on is Gcorp cheap housing. This is anything but that. Yup, I even have a multi-tool on my vest. Step back, please.”
“Wait, I can’t get shocked, correct?”
“Do you want wires to land on your head?”
“Fair enough,” I said, and the wires had enough give to hit the ground here while flexing at the next pole. Jevon stepped down the twelve-foot tall pole. When he was on the ground, he walked over with his tool held out. I grabbed the device with the screwdriver extended and said, “Okay, not going to complain about an easy win. I will pull them down and you dig the trench. I will bury the line behind you.”
“For the crew,” Jevon said.
“For the crew.”
The next twenty minutes was me following the power lines, as I would climb up to undo the releases. Jevon was a pro in the backhoe. When I neared the river, the poles thankfully stopped. The constant babbling of the water fighting the stones was competing against the whine of the hydro turbines. With it being dark, I could barely make out the river power station. A hoot caught my attention from the surrounding woo
ds. The trees around me were a tad spooky without digital scan glasses or NVGs. I would need to get a set on, or at least in my vest. I jogged back down the line to find Perci handing Jevon a radio outside the backhoe. When I approached, she handed me the small cell phone-like device.
“Radio test, Becca.”
“Copy Cap, Becca out.”
“Cap, these radios are somewhat secure. Enough time or a smart enough alien can hack them. Hell, I could with a stolen or dropped receiver,” Perci said with a frown.
“Back to digging for me while you two talk,” Jevon said and hopped back into the electric machine.
I walked with Perci back to where Torrez was setting up lights. The exterior was already getting significantly brighter. If we were not so deep into the mountains I would worry the excessive brightness would attract attention. Perci held my hand tensely.
“I may have had an oversight moment. Please don’t be angry, Cap,” Perci said with pleading eyes. “Mother assured me the Gpads would operate without satellites. Our communication towers reach the entire country. Gcorp spent billions repurposing old towers into new Gnet redundancy stations. I want to believe the Gnet is up. Just not here.”
“Well, maybe the Gnet is working, just not this far into the mountains. What were you wanting to work on next? Hesco preparation or Hesco preparation?”
“Har, har,” Perci replied with a sarcastic tone. She twirled her hair to playfully whip me.
“I thought it was funny, Cap. I think this is enough light,” Torrez said, instinctively trying to shake off the light he just blinded himself with. The man recovered quickly and said, “Any objection to me shoving the crates closer with the dozer?”
“I need everyone to have scan glasses,” I said. “And I do not care about the grass getting destroyed. Use your best judgment. Those dirt containers will take a beating, so I think you’re fine shoving them over the ground.”
