Alien Abduction Part 3
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“I was worried. We all were. We thought we’d lost you for ever” Avril was curled up where she loved to be, enveloped in my arms and legs. She was very definitely pregnant now and was content to just be cuddled.
“I was a bit concerned myself. But it all came right.
I seem to have made something of a name for myself.”
“Yes, for being a bloody idiot! No-one would raise their little finger for someone like Smurf. WHAT!” I was sniggering again, I could hear Father Abraham singing ‘where are you all coming from’ in my head.
“Sorry”
“But, yes, you are regarded as very brave and wonderful and super and lots of other good words that I already knew for you”
“You’ll give me a big head. NO! Not that kind of head! For a noble lady, you have the mind of a sewer-rat”
“Thank you kind sir; how did you know what I was thinking?”
I ignored her question “Can I tell you a secret? It was cowardice that drove me down there with him. I couldn’t bear the thought that I was responsible for his death. It seemed the only way round it”
She went quiet, a drop of water fell on my hand.
“Are you crying Avril? Why? What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that ... I don’t want the father of my child to die for some Baldian thinking” Baldia is a story not unlike Don Quixote, someone with an old-fashioned, antiquated idea of honour. I hugged her tightly and promised I would try not to be stupid again. But how would this end? I couldn’t stay on Endothium for ever, or could I?
‘Seems unlikely. You would change the evolutionary line too much. Every intelligent life form would end up being related to you’
‘Yes. But I confess, I have started to fall for Avril, and this place. It is rather nice’
‘Ah, about that. You know the ambush on the way down? Seems that should be a warning. There is a big movement Wentos; we think they are invading. We’ll have to pull you out, it is getting too dangerous’
‘Wait! You let me get lowered into a labyrinth where I could be eaten alive by cockroaches or die of starvation or even just battered to death by the crazy fool I was shackled to; and now you say things might get dangerous? I’ve got a stake in this place now, I can’t just walk away from all the females who are carrying my progeny’
‘Oh, this is like the Magnificent Seven, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. And all that crap. You chose to go underground with that loony. We did not send you. We gave you room for manoeuvre, and you took it. But remember, WE ARE IN CHARGE. If we decide to pull you out, we shall.’
‘High Noon’
‘What?’
‘I see myself more as Gary Cooper than Yul Brynner.’
‘More like Eric Morecambe in Magnificent Two’ a laughing ‘voice’ said. ‘Okay, look, we won’t pull you out yet. Maybe you could find out more about the Iron Specialism?’
I’d told them about the suggestion there may be some men willing to mate, who were being spirited away.
‘I was thinking about that, could it be an iron deficiency in the others do you think?’
‘We wondered that, but we can’t find any difference in iron levels. We are perplexed. Perplexed and bemused’
I was recovering nicely. Smurf had, reluctantly, accepted that perhaps I wasn’t the devil (if they believed in the embodiment of evil) incarnate; we had arranged to travel to see the Reducation Facility that was maintained in a secret-ish location in a week’s time. In the meantime, with my wound healed, my skin recovered, and my libido restored; oh yes, and with Avril’s implied consent, I engaged in some light sexual activity.
Now that I was famous for being a hero, as well as for being a love-machine, everybody and her mother (literally in many cases) wanted to meet me. ‘Meeting’ me was a euphemism, I realised. And if I hadn’t, I would have done from reading their minds.
‘Hope he rides me hard, he can’t be as humpy as they say, still, I have my dildo ready for after and ooooohhh that thing is huge!’ Perhaps he IS as humpy as they say’
‘I heard he rides people so much they willingly let him take their other hole too, for a rest. Can that be true? I do hope so’
‘Mother insisted on accompanying me to meet him. I know she knows meeting him is a precursor to sex; and she knows I know, and I know that she knows; so why does she want to meet him when he’ll only assume he wants sex too. Oh, does she want to have sex as well? My mother? She’s surely too old for such things’
‘I heard he won’t fuck anybody younger that fourteen. I’ll tell him I’m Eighteen, he won’t know’ But I did, I gave her a spanking; and then a sucking, and then a rubbing. But no, not a fucking. It’s true, I wouldn’t risk a pregnancy with someone too young.
And I did find her mother wanted sex, and she was good at it too. In fact they ended up being good at pleasing each other after a bit of hesitation. And yes, I did ride her until she begged me to take her other hole. As for the dildo ... that also got utilised for a double entry; she walked bow-legged but happy, after.
The week passed very pleasantly then. I don’t want to boast, but twenty-four women – ladies and women, younger and older – were nearly all surprised that my reputation was, in fact, entirely justified. It wasn’t often that I exceeded expectations in my life. I did like this job.
One particularly demanding young woman asked me for more and more. After three goes she was still demanding more sperm. I put cords round her legs and lifted them up. Taking each arm, I tied her wrist to just above the knee so she was holding her legs up in the air. This obviously displayed her vagina, red and willing. I pushed a cushion under her bottom to lift it above the horizontal. In that position I then proceeded to fuck her a further time, and then again, and then again.
And then again. She was starting to ask me to stop. And then I did her again. The first three times she had climaxed, but now she was just watching whilst I approached with yet another erection. Each time, my copious semen productive capacity gave her another enthusiastic dose.
“I think I’ve had enough now, thank you” she said. I fucked her again
“Please, enough” she pleaded. I fucked her again.
“No more, I am full” she begged. And she was. Even positioned as she was, spunk was dribbling out of her. Not that I had hurt her, you understand, just took her at her original word “Give me all you can” she had said, so I did. She was greedy, and sometimes greed has its own reward.
I gave her sweaty, sticky bottom a hard slap and untied her. She lay, looking at me and said “Could I come back tomorrow?” Some people are impossible to rehabilitate.
The trip to the Iron Specialism promised to be an interesting one. Avril was furious that she was to be left behind. She was large and I did not want anything to damage the baby, and a trip on a six legged horse, or in a wagon on rutted roads, was not a good idea. She was so annoyed that I nearly promised not to have sex with anybody whilst I was away; but she would have known that would be a lie, and so would I.
Before we left, I sent one of those homing-geese north with a message, warning about the Wentos. It was hard to know how to word it; I could hardly say ‘my inter-galactic spies have told me you are about to be invaded’; that might be taken as an admission that I was up to no good. But I couldn’t just let my friends – and had started thinking of them like that – in the North be overrun by barbarians, particularly since many of them were expecting my children.
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