When they arrived on the fifth level a wall that was clearly not part of the original design blocked off the corridor they entered.
“We’ve installed an airlock,” the guide explained and opened the door that led into the small chamber. Once inside they waited until the room was filled with air. Beringer saw the guide open the faceplate of his suit. “We have air in here,” the guide said. “It’s fresh and clean.”
“I’d rather take no chances,” Beringer said, leaving his suit sealed.
“As you wish.” The guide opened the door in the opposite wall. They walked down another corridor. This one was wider and higher then the others, and longer. It was packed with tools and other equipment useful only to a construction crew. He also saw bedrolls, small metal tables and benches. A large door at the end blocked their way, above the door a series of lights blinked in rapid succession. After they crossed the threshold, the door closed behind them. They were in another small room. Beringer heard a sound, like a chime ringing.
When the chime stopped, a door in the opposite wall slid open. The room behind it looked familiar; Beringer recognized it as the one he saw on the Captain’s screen. It looked larger than he expected it to be. He found the rest of the exploration team inside. He counted eight people, five men and three women, all without spacesuits. He saw the suits piled up in a corner, along with other gear and equipment.
“I’m Dr. Wong,” said an elderly man. “Glad you’re here, Commander. We’re anxious to carry on.”
“Are you sure all of you should be here when we open that door?” Beringer asked. He knew they could all hear him over his external speakers.
Dr. Wong smiled. “This is a big moment, Commander. Nobody wants to miss it.”
Beringer shrugged inside his suit. “Well then, carry on.” He moved to the back of the room, his marines beside him, weapons ready.
“Obviously, we haven’t opened this door, not yet. So let’s hope this works.” Dr. Wong touched a large blue-shimmering oval groove in the doorframe. The moment he touched it the blue light became brighter and began blinking rapidly. A series of chimes rang out, and then the door started to slide into its frame.
Before anyone could move, Beringer stepped forward. “Nobody enters until I say so!” he said, his throat dry and rough. Slowly he walked through the door, entered the room on the other side. Cruz and Sisco were close behind him.
Somehow, he felt disappointed when he looked around. There was nothing to see but a number of semi-transparent cylinders standing upright in the center of the room. Softly glowing circles of light and dials covered one wall. A long bench with levers and blinking lights in front of the cylinders completed the décor.
He and his men spread out, searched the rest of the room, but they found nothing that could be considered dangerous. No alien beings with terrible weapons, no monstrous creatures hiding in dark crevices or corners, ready to pounce on them.
A couple of doors in one wall, with faintly glowing lights above them, caught Beringer’s attention. He checked one door and found it locked. He didn’t touch the blue oval in the frame. “I think it is safe to enter,” he said into his com.
The eight members of the exploration team streamed into the room. He heard their exclamations as they looked around. They seemed to be excited about something.
His job was done. The adrenalin flow slowed. He felt suddenly tired, and thirsty. Opening his faceplate, he walked up to one of the women. “Do you people have anything to drink?” he asked.
She nodded, while she was staring at the tall cylinder closest to her. “In the other room, with our gear,” she said absentmindedly.
Beringer looked at the cylinder that seemed to captivate her attention. There was something inside. He looked closer. The image was blurred, but Beringer suddenly understood why everyone was so excited. There was a body inside, the naked body of a human being, unmistakably female.
“What am I looking at?” he asked in a harsh whisper.
“I don’t know. Possibly one of the original inhabitants of this station.”
Beringer heard the tremor in the woman’s voice. His own heart suddenly started beating faster, and he knew his palms were sweaty inside their gloves. It wasn’t fear he felt. He was a soldier; his mind and body conditioned never to feel fear. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t experience emotions, like happiness, sadness, or excitement, and he realized that the exhilaration of the others also infected him.
He stood in the presence of a great discovery.
He walked around the cylinder so he could see the face of the being inside. The breath caught in his throat. Even the diffusing element that enveloped the body could not hide the haunting beauty of the face, too perfect to be human. He couldn’t see her eyes, they were closed, but her lids were large, her lashes impossibly long.
“She looks as if she is just sleeping,” Beringer whispered.
“She probably is,” the woman said beside him, her voice not too steady. “This is a cryogenic chamber.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alpha Colony
He drank from the half shell, let the liquid linger on his tongue, swallowed. It tasted sweet and tangy.
It’s a drug, he told himself, but he didn’t care. The reaction came immediately, between his legs his erection grew. The girl, who held the shell, smiled at him. Her alien eyes were huge and luminous, he put his hand on her soft round breast and squeezed it gently.
She dropped the shell, put her slim arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Her thighs opened wide and his penis sank into her soft vagina. He cried out as the pleasure began to build inside him. She caressed his back with soft, gentle hands, worked her lower body against his, but she never uttered a sound.
It didn’t matter to him, she felt warm and yielding, and his pleasure peaked in an explosive climax. He pulled out of her, looked at the circle of naked bodies surrounding him. Open thighs beckoned, green, luminous eyes watched him. He fell between a pair of satiny thighs, entered another soft vessel, and filled it with his seed. Then another one.
Someone offered him a shell filled with sweet nectar. He gulped down its contents, felt strength flow through his veins. Warm and creamy alien vaginas closed around his aching organ repeatedly, soft yielding bodies pressed against him, smooth satin skin rubbed against his. When he spilled his seed, it rushed with great, explosive force. He was untiring, he climaxed in each one of them, leaving his gift behind.
How many? He didn’t know.
When the last one received his gift the alien females crowded around him, lifted him up, then they carried him into the water, toward the giant plant floating in the center of the pond.
The woman with the flaming hair suddenly stood there.
A smile crossed her beautiful alien face, her green, luminous eyes reflected the pale light of the two moons. Water droplets sparkled like diamonds on her white skin. She opened her arms. He stumbled into her embrace, pressed his body against skin as smooth as silk, breasts, soft and warm. Long nipples thrust into his mouth and he began sucking, swallowing the sweet, pungent nectar. She pulled him down onto a bed of soft petals, her thighs parted and he entered heavenly bliss.
His bellows echoed across the pond, as never ending waves of pleasure raced through his body, enveloped his brain. After riding the crest for a long time, he collapsed inside the alien woman’s cradling arms and thighs.
“I have chosen well,” her velvety voice said inside his mind. “You have performed beyond my expectations. Your seed is strong and will be instrumental in the continued existence of my daughters.”
Tom felt suddenly drained, tired to the point of being ill. Falling into a deep stupor, he grew oblivious to the things that happened around him.
When he awoke, he found himself back in one of the huts on a bed of dried grass. One of the girls brought him a woven basked full of fruit and a gourd filled with a sweet liquid. After he ate and emptied the gourd, he could feel strength seep back into
his tired body.
He felt the need to get up and walk around. He went down to the lake and washed himself. It was quiet at the beach, there was hardly a ripple on the lake. He looked around to find he was alone. He sank down, stretched out on the soft sand. Breathing deeply, he detected a musky fragrance in the slight breeze coming from the direction of the pond that lay hidden somewhere among the tall trees.
His memory of the night before remained sketchy.
Flashes of naked limbs and satiny thighs. Warm bodies pressed against his. Round buttocks moving in his hands. Tight liquid sheaths sliding over his penis and hips slamming into his. The alien woman on the giant flower; the feel of her soft breasts against his chest. Her kisses. The flowing nectar.
He wiped his forehead, closed his eyes to bring the memory of her closer. Like a beautiful dream, it eluded him.
Who was that woman? What was she? Was she the one the girls called The Great Mother? She referred to them as my daughters.
A sound made him look up. It was one of the alien girls. “It is time again,” she said softly, smiling down at him.
He studied her slender form silhouetted against the sky; admired her perfect figure, her full breasts, the narrow waist and flaring hips. Long silky hair framed her beautiful face, and her large, alien eyes only enhanced the beauty of her delicate features.
His gaze traveled down her long shapely legs. Without seeing them, he knew that she possessed round, firm buttocks, just like all the other girls. Yet, her beauty paled against that of the one they called The Great Mother. “Are you the same girl that always comes to me? I can’t tell you apart.”
“I am, but come now,” the girl said, holding out a long-fingered hand.
“Where are we going?” he asked, as he walked beside her, but he knew the answer already. “To the pond, right?”
She nodded. “The Mother is very pleased,” she said. “We must hurry, time is growing short. The Two Companions will soon be meeting in the sky. The secret rites must then be performed to be successful.” She pulled him into the grove of tall trees, guided him toward the pond.
They were waiting for him, young alien girls, naked and beautiful. Their slim bodies all looked the same, and so did their faces. In the middle of the pond floated the giant flower, a number of smaller versions all around it.
“Where is The Great Mother?” he asked.
“She’ll be here.”
“I must talk to her,” he said. “I am very confused. I need some explanations.”
“I speak for the Mother. There is nothing to explain,” the girl said patiently. “You are The Chosen One. You have been sent to us by the Star Gods to give us your seed.”
“Damn it!” Tom cursed. “I am a human being, not some kind of mindless male animal that exists only to breed.”
“You are angry.” The girl touched his cheek. “Do you not find us desirable? Have we offended you in some way?” Her large eyes looked into his. “Do we not give you pleasure?”
He grabbed her hand. “That’s just it. I desire all of you, but most of all, your Great Mother. I’ve experienced pleasures I never knew existed. But this is all wrong! We are of different species, I don’t even know if we can ever produce offspring.” He put his hands over his face. “For God’s sake, I am a married man. I love my wife and yet, here I am, a wild beast lusting for something that looks human, but is not.”
“You are distressed.” The girl ran her hands over his chest, and then she put her lips on his, her small tongue sneaked into his mouth. She tasted of fresh flowers and sweet honey.
One of her hands touched his penis, which began swelling against his will. The lustful feeling inside him grew overwhelming. Groaning, he let her pull him down into the grass.
“Remember the first time you put your seed-spiller into me?” she whispered into his ear. “Let us do it like that again.”
She got to her knees, presented her buttocks to him. Between her slightly spread thighs the puffy lips of her sex organ beckoned. Kneeling behind her, he guided his stiff mast between her pale cheeks, and with a shout, he pushed it deep into her welcoming sheath.
As he moved his hips back and forth behind the kneeling girl, he became aware of a strange, humming sound. He looked up to see the ring of alien girls. They were kneeling all around him, hands locked and rocking to the rhythm of his movements. From their open mouths came this eerie sound.
Aware of the built-up pressure in his loins he let it roll over him, climaxing with great force. He felt the girl’s sucking motions around his jetting penis. Digging his fingers into her pumping hips, he pulled her tightly into his lap. When she left him, he looked expectantly at the watching girls; below his belly, his penis stood erect, ready to be plunged into another willing warm sheath.
Even though he climaxed only once, he felt drained, tired. As if sensing it, one of the girls knelt beside him, offered him a gourd. He drank from it, savoring the sweet taste of the liquid. The expected surge of power and strength came almost immediately.
“Let’s get on with it,” he growled, pushing away any feelings of guilt or wrongness. All he wanted was to put the giant thing that sprouted between his legs into as many of these hot, soft alien sex organs as he could.
This was a gift, every man’s dream come true. All these willing beautiful young virgins, waiting just for him to fill them up with his seeds. No worries, no consequences, just heavenly pleasure! Who was he to question that? He moved behind the second girl, entered her. His hands grabbed her soft hips, held her while he pounded away between her soft buttocks.
A gentle breeze brushed over him, bringing with it the sweet, musky fragrance from the pond. Looking at the pond, he saw the silhouette of the Great Mother illuminated by the two bright moons overhead. Her long flaming hair was moving softly in the breeze.
I am pleased, came a ghostly whisper in his head, and then he heard her silent laughter. Staring at her beautiful silhouette he cried out as another orgasm raced through his body and brain.
He was still aware when he entered the silky vagina of another girl, and then his mind seemed to cloud over. Even though he heard the increasing eerie sounds from the mouths of the alien girls, he became unable to form any clear thoughts. His body moved untiring, without direction from his conscious mind, his climaxing penis spilled his seed into sucking vessel after vessel.
* * * *
He awoke with a dull humming in his head. Between his legs, his penis looked shrunken, chafed.
Again, his memory of the previous night remained a blur. He remembered soft round buttocks, his belly smashing into them, his penis milked by velvety vaginas. Ghosts of unimaginable pleasure danced in his mind, but that’s all they were, ghosts.
“I have to get home,” he murmured, “they’ll be wondering where I am. Anina will be worried.” He got up, crawled outside. The sky looked slightly overcast, clouds shadowed the sun, but his eyes ached when he looked up.
There was nobody around. The place seemed deserted. He walked up the trail, came to the narrow opening in the cliff. The gentle splashing of the waterfall on the other side echoed through the tiny cavern. Stepping into the creek, he entered the dark tunnel.
The large pond on the other side looked different in the daylight. There were tall trees all around it. He spotted the path and waded through the water toward it. The path was not very wide and slightly overgrown, it probably didn’t receive much traffic.
Running parallel to the cliff for a while, it suddenly made a sharp left turn. He remembered that turn and with confidence he walked on.
When the sky darkened and he walked for what seemed like hours, he knew that he was lost.
Chapter Nineteen
Beta Colony
“This is just so massive,” Mandy shook her black curls. “Think about it, at night we are screwing ourselves to exhaustion, and on top of that, we are screwing older men, married older men. It seems so unreal. I can’t even remember everything very clearly.” She stared at Rosanha with
her big brown eyes. “Sometimes I think I’m dreaming.”
“You’re not. I remember things quite well.” Rosanha screwed up her eyes. “Except when I did it with that guy from Alpha Colony. I wonder about him, I haven’t seen him since.”
“Maybe you made him up.” Lillith sat down her basket, began picking out the small leaves that fell between the berries.
“Who then, took my virginity?” Rosanha challenged her. “I didn’t dream that.”
Lillith shrugged. “Maybe it was your Mr. Ranson, what does it really matter? You are a woman now. That is what’s important.”
“It matters to me. I’d like to know what happened to that young man.” Her eyes took on a dreamy look. “You should have seen him, he was so good looking and he knew everything about making love.”
“What’s there to know?” Mandy’s teeth shone white in her black face. “You open your legs, he puts it inside, how hard can that be?”
Lillith giggled. “It’s hard if it isn’t hard. Get it?”
“Oh, you’re such a comedian,” Mandy said. “Hey, Rose, maybe us three should go to the lake tonight, maybe your Mr. Good-looking will be there.”
“I don’t know.” Rosanha felt uncertain. “What if he’s shy?”
Lillith laughed. “I like shy guys.”
“Since when?” Rosanha asked. “I wasn’t even sure till now if you liked men.”
“I like’m. I’m just picky.”
“Right, you like them married.”
“Children, children!” Mandy picked up an empty basket and resumed picking the small yellow berries. “This is not the time to argue. The mystery still stands: why are we so horny at night? Why do these men go crazy as soon as it gets dark? I bet you anything, if you would go to Mr. Ranson right now and say, want to fogg me? He would be shocked, maybe even embarrassed. He wouldn’t do it.”
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