“Hey, hey, take it easy. Anyone would think you thought I wurz dead.”
That did it for Belinda as her tears came flooding out as if the world’s biggest dam had cracked wide open with a bouncing bomb.
“Jeez, I guess you did, then.”
“You big stupid son of a goddam bitch!” Belinda screamed into his and everyone else’s ears, drowning the annoying alarm for a moment.
“Oh well, if that’s how it is, I’ll just go and find some Grey ass to kick and maybe my end will finally come.” He said it with a cheeky grin while holding her closer than a couple of friends might hug.
“Kiss me you big… hairy ape!” she was quoting the Grey back on Earth, the one who thought he could get the better of them. She smiled at wanting to choke the living daylights out of him. And now she was with Mike, the man she thought was lost, gone for good, taken from her by the Greys. She cried openly with happiness.
“Hey, ma man,” Mike said to Scott, shaking a hand. “You’ve still got the little toy of a popgun on you. Kill anyfing wiv it pardner?”
Scott nodded.
“Holy shit! Well, I’ll be damned. Good for you bro. But hey, I’m takin’ care of my new baby here.”
The others couldn’t quite follow Mike’s words, but Scott did. To the rest, he sounded as if he was rambling something incoherent, while the message was loud and clear. Mike had divorced himself from Akay, taking up with Belinda babe instead. Scott saw the little ol' thing which Mike was referring to, and yes, it was an AK babe; complete with a spare magazine. He had previously returned to the Control area to try and shut the klaxon system down, finding the pile of weapons instead.
Yeah, thanks buddy,” Scott said, taking hold of the formidable weapon, checking to see if the safety was on before cocking, looking to see if there was a round in the breech. There was, and it was ejected as another took its place.
Belinda stepped forward, ahead of them all. She raised a hand and said, “We don’t actually need to go down the tunnel system as we have everything we need. All we have to do is leave this base and fly around the cliffs to locate our own ship.”
They all nodded in agreement, knowing it made lots of sense.
“And besides that,” Mike added to Belinda’s speech. “There are still a few Greys between us and the tunnel’s end.”
“Very true,” Belinda agreed. “So, follow me and head back to the ship. She informed Phyllis of their impending return and their discovery of a large apelike man. Phyllis felt pleased for Mike and Belinda, thankful for his safe recovery.
The ship urgently exited the hangar, but only after the group of Greys had arrived back. Scott had seen them first and let loose a salvo of gunfire as his companions ran for the ship. The leader was blown to pieces, as were the four who stood in line behind him. The remaining Greys were initially confused, eventually regrouping before heading for the other ship that lay not so far away. However, they could not gain entry. The dead leader had secured it, with all other attempts at entry being refused then ignored. The remaining Greys could only watch as the departing ship escaped… again, quickly disappearing around an adjacent set of cliffs. With lowering heads, each seemed to lose their energy, ebbing away with the ship that had just left, resigning themselves to their own fate.
It only seemed like a few seconds had passed before they settled nearby the left-behind ship, having skirting around the cliffs to land on the dried up ocean-bed beside it. It was well covered with red sand, blown across the perfectly smooth silver surface by blasting winds. The colour had helped to shield the ship from prying eyes, including those of orbiting satellites, recently launched by humans who wished to learn more about the Martian landscape, preceding and preparing for a very personal and contaminating visit.
It was Mike who saw them first, running over to grab them by their little arms. They seemed frozen to the spot as Mike had approached at high speed. Or perhaps that was what made them stop and stare; to witness a hairy ape accelerate towards you with all the gruff of a runaway bulldozer on legs.
“Hey, look at what I’ve got?” Mike shouted, holding the two as high as possible, like a fisherman proudly showing off the two that didn’t get away.
The little Greys were trying to placate Mike with their screechy voices and monologue. “You are perfectly safe, we are here to help you. We are your friends.” They repeated the same words, over and over again.
Mike gave each a bit of a rattle in his large hands, shaking them, and not so gently. “Hey, just shut the fuck up you little bastards before I rip your fucking heads off!” It worked.
Belinda approached Mike. “Do not hurt them, please. We need them. They can help us when the time comes.” She said it with a look that suggested there was another plan forming inside her head.
“Yeah, sure, baby. Wharever ya want is OK by me.” Mike’s language still confused them.
Belinda informed them all of what she had planned. Frell and Drang would return Scott to Skye in their own ship; while Mike, Phyllis and herself would head for the system’s boundary where they would await the returning ship following Scott’s drop-off. At this point, they would all head back to the Mothership on board their own vessel, while allowing the two captives to return the black ship to the Martian base. Everyone seemed happy with the plan, except Scott and Frell. They had known it would happen at some point in time, knowing it would hurt as it always did. They would just have to make every minute count between that moment and him being returned.
“And what about me?” asked Mike, almost clinging onto Belinda.
“You, Mike, are coming with me.”
His eyes dazzled with a brightness they hadn’t shown for decades.
“You got it baby, and a sure am all yours, each and every day, babe. Anywhere ya wanna go, a’ll be right beside y’all.”
Phyllis retrieved the dismantled hat’s assembly from where it had been hidden, completing the recovery plan. She planned to refit the little glowing sphere as soon as she could.
Before departure was initiated, their own ship’s washing and cleaning facilities were enjoyed with clean suits adorned by all. They each looked completely different with their washed faces and brushed hair. Scott and Mike had both shaved, making the two greys feel a little more comfortable with the change from their apelike appearance. They had at last rejoined the human race, having shed their fur.
Some well needed supplies had been transferred to the black ship from Frell’s, with hungry eyes looking forward to something familiar to eat. Their first choice of meal was a cereal kind of dish, an artificial yet edible meal that replenished energy levels while sustaining the body with nutrients and much needed minerals.
The farewells made to Scott were full of sadness and reluctance. Everyone wished he could make the return journey with them, all willing to suffer the backlash that such an action would create. But Scott was adamant, he had to return to Earth. His family were there, his daughters being the most important. He had a feeling things were not going to be the same after his arrival back home. He had been gone for quite some time, and all without him ever contacting his wife. She wasn’t going to be very happy after this episode, he knew.
Amidst a flurry of sand and dust, the scene looked as if a furious sandstorm had erupted from nowhere as both ships departed together.
Drang sat comfortably, feeling relaxed while continuing to work through the check list that Frell had handed him as she and Scott went below. He was happy for them, recalling the last time they were all aboard a similar vessel. The battle Scott had taken to the Greys made him proud to be his friend. He had never known such bravery and fortitude in a person before he had met him, but now their friendship had surpassed all his emotions. He silently worshipped Scott, believing that one day he would accompany them back to the Mothership, to become a true family member of his colony. He looked forward to the time, whenever it might be; the sooner the better as far as he was concerned, especially having knowledge of the Empire’s plans to eradica
te all humans. His colony would need people like Scott.
Scott sat on the couch, or what had the appearance of one. He expected to be offered a whisky and soda, like the last time he visited. But there was no drink on offer, which was obvious as Frell dropped her suit and began to remove his. She straddled him as he sat, kissing him forcefully as her body shifted position slightly, making him horny. Her nipples hardened while becoming erect, the sight and feel of them cupped in his hands driving him almost to despair. Their breathing deepened, growing faster and longer, her hair falling over his mouth and blowing across her chest with each exhalation. Without the need of guiding fingers, he slipped inside, burying himself into her belly. The sensation was fantastic as her juices melted down him, making him feel warm and slippery. His groan met her scream as they writhed into a torrent of passionate kisses. She raised and lowered herself, feeling his length each and every time. His body wanted to take control, desperately needing to get her beneath him. But she was having none of it for she was in command. It was her ship and he was her lover, to do as she wanted or desired. And she desired he service her as he did to all his loved machines, giving her all of his undivided attention and efforts. He gave up trying to roll over, she had him pinned down tightly. He decided to enjoy her attention while they had the chance. His mouth savoured her nipples as she enjoyed the rhythm of sex, sucking and licking her hardened breasts while stimulating her clitoris with a free hand. She went wild, practically leaping up and down on him, his cock was slippery and her juices poured out endlessly. She screamed as she reached orgasm after orgasm, clawing at his body and biting his neck like a trapped animal. His mind felt as if it were in another dimension, another place and another time, one where all his senses were inexplicably linked to the animal that clawed at him. She touched his penis as she raised and lowered herself, feeling him enter and leave, holding the meat tightly in her hand. He lost control and ejaculated, shooting his semen into her body as if exploding. As tense as a concrete pillar, his pelvic thrusts ceased as she removed herself. He was still coming as she felt the warmth of his sperm splash onto her body. She rubbed it across her breasts while leaning forward to kiss him again. He could easily have believed he had died and gone to heaven by the time he had recovered his senses. Frell had climbed on again, feeling his body with her hands and tongue. He had never experienced anything like it before, feeling himself hardening again. She had the uncanny ability to bring him back to hardness immediately after ejaculating. He wondered if he could last the pace. Her mouth took him, tasting his fluids, making the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard. She sucked and he groaned, her body was wet with sweat as he ran his fingers through her blonde hair, all tangled and damp. He came again, not knowing where he was shooting or what into, but it was warm and it was moist.
Chapter thirty-one
The sound of crashing waves and the rustle of nearby bushes were heard close by. He lay still for some time until he felt able to sit upright. His headache was a painful one, throbbing, pleading for a painkiller. He didn’t have any so lay back down, tugging the sleeping bag to cover his body for warmth. There was something wrong, he knew, but couldn't quite figure out what. Then it dawned on him. Either he had been asleep for a very long time, or the spiders had been awfully active during the night. The inside of the tent’s apex was covered in webs, he couldn’t recall seeing anything like it before, except in the windows of old and unoccupied buildings. His bedding was in disarray with a distinctive smell of dampness and decay. He had to give his armpits a sniff, lifting the bag and doing the same to test if it might be his own body odour. Surprisingly, he could smell soap, a smell of something clean intermingled with sweat. He also noticed the back of both hands were red as if with sunburned, while the palms and fingers appeared blistered. He inspected himself further, pushing the headache to one side as he concentrated his efforts. His face felt as hot as his hands, as did his penis; which upon inspection was in a bit of a sticky mess. He guessed he must have had one of those dreams again. But the confusion really began when the bag’s insides were spotless. He relaxed and lay still for few more minutes, pondering his condition and suffering the headache as it returned.
Both ships hovered close to each other as one crew left to join the other. The red hats protected them during the transfer as they made steady progress, beckoned on by the smiling face of Frell standing by the doorway. The smile showed all had gone according to plan, allowing them the comfort of knowing the mission had been a complete success, and much more.
Belinda had her lover, the wait for Frell’s ship to return had been an eye-opener and everything had worked out fine. There should be a new member of the colony in nine months time, possibly even two, she hoped. Her cheeks still glowed from Mike’s attention, which had not gone unnoticed. Drang had been bitten by the love-bug and started showing an interest in Phyllis. She had felt his warmth as their little touches in passing had instigated a strange reaction in both of them.
It was still a long way to go before they reached their Mothership and who knows what might happen, Phyllis thought to Drang. He nodded a knowing smile, blowing a small kiss in her direction.
Frell watched it all, hearing the little bits of communication. This mission will go down in history, she thought, expecting three pregnancies from one ship. We will either all become legends or get into the most serious trouble anyone has ever known since the colony was founded, she giggled to herself. Then the sadness set in. Her friends had their partners with them, hers was a very long way away. She wept silently, feeling nonetheless pleased for her companions. She would need to work on a way to persuade the Council to let her bring Scott home. She would fight tooth and nail to win through.
The sea felt as if an iceberg had melted nearby, sending shivers up and down his spine as he washed himself. The blonde hairs were back again, just like the last time he was on the island. It must be the lining within the sleeping bag, falling apart and sticking to his sweaty body as he slept. His hands were red alright, but only his hands from the wrist to his fingertips. His face was also as red, as he had seen in one of the motorcycle’s mirrors. He had looked for insect bites, but found only sunburn instead. The cold drove him from the sea as quickly as he could move. The tent was covered in leaves and flakes of ash from the fire, which had obviously been blown around by the wind, and the little pile of wood had been knocked over. But the webs were a puzzle, along with the dankness of the tent, and all in the one night, he asked himself. He was totally confused by the presented scenario.
It was time to go home, even though he had only been away for the one night. He nevertheless felt exhausted and drained, and hungry enough to eat a horse. He laughed louder and longer than he meant to at the thought of eating a horse, not understanding why. Just tired, he supposed.
Scott's motorcycle almost refused to start as the battery seemed low on power. It was also covered in cobwebs and ash, all combining to look like tatty net-curtains with a crazy pattern. It didn’t take long to pack his belongings, taking note of what went where to balance the bike's weight. He was puzzled, because a pair of his favourite underpants had disappeared. Where to was anyone’s guess, he considered. He was sure he’d worn them while sleeping… but after downing his bottle of plonk, “Who knows?” he asked himself. Having collapsed the tent, he saw the grass had turned deathly pale and positively flattened where it had been pitched. The ground was more mud than anything else with worms writhing wildly as they attempted to burrow away. He had enough experience of camping to know this kind of scene takes several days to happen, where the daylight-starved grass loses its chlorophyll colour and the soil gets extremely damp. He felt confused and muddled by all the little changes he had witnessed. Even the flattened grass on the track where he had driven the laden bike down was standing proud and erect again, which shouldn’t have been, when he considered it had only been the previous day when he had arrived.
“Nah! I’m being bloody stupid,” he said loudly, not caring a hoot if
anyone had heard him muttering to himself or not.
Entering the pharmacy in, Portree, Skye’s capital town, hearing the ding-a-ling from the bell above the door, his eyes met the assistant’s as she asked if there was anything he would like. She was blonde with sky-blue eyes and the most beautiful figure tucked neatly inside a white blouse and grey skirt. He tried to say something but fell dumb instead. There was something about this woman, a mystery that confused him to the centre of his brain. He was lost for words, not understanding why, and turned to leave while feeling embarrassed. Commonsense returned just as the assistant was about to tell him to have a nice day, about-turning and to ask for a pack of painkillers. She smiled a certain smile that said a thousand words, but they had already been said to him by another, and much louder.
He couldn’t get the vision of the blonde in the pharmacy out of his head as he drove his bike back to Fife. He tried phoning his house but there was no reply. He decided to phone again, later.
The three hundred and fifty mile journey seemed to flash by as his mind felt in complete confusion. With a dry mouth and an aching belly he suspected he might be coming down with a fever so just kept going without stopping to phone he was on his way home. He supposed they might be at the shops.
Motoring into his driveway, the front door of the house burst open with a bang. With arms folded tightly across her chest and eyebrows meeting in the middle of her frown, his wife stood looking defiant and threatening on the doorstep. His little girls looked on from a nearby window, noses pressed tightly against the glass, listening and watching while keeping a safe distance from an impending blastwave.
“Hi,” he said grinning as he stiffly climbed off his machine. He was expecting to be asked why he had returned home so early, when…
“JUST WHERE THE HELL IN GOD’S NAME HAVE YOU BEEN?”
Those around them, as well as adjoining villages, would probably have heard her verbal explosion, possibly thinking there had been an almighty clap of thunder and suspected it might rain. Those who heard it would more than likely be running into their gardens while looking at the sky to take the washing in… just in case.
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