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Well, perhaps "erotic demise," would be closer to the truth...
Previously posted on alt.tasteless.  You have been warned.


DISCLAIMER:

Graphic descriptions of torture and other sado-masochistic
activity are included in the following story.  Not to mention
heterosexual conjoining between alien males and a human female.
Some would say that there's a pretty high squick factor to this
piece.  Comments, positive or negative, can be e-mailed to either
the above address, or to [e-mail].  This story
was a collaborative work, and is copywrited by the authors.
It is intended for the private use of persons downloading it.
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included, as well as the names of the authors.

All commercial rights are reserved.

The authors are both fans of the works of Dolcett, and are always
looking to trade pictures of his or similar work.  Other stories
like the one below exist or are in development.  If you are
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                            INVASION

                               by

                          QuestionMark

                               and

                           SumYoungGai



   "Number One, report."
   "Many life forms, though one type seems to be causing the others to
diminish. No life form of any significant intelligence, though one of the
higher species seems trainable."
   "Recommendations."
   "This planet has abundant resources, though many have been polluted and
used up. It is, however, still an ideal planet for colonization. There is
abundant food, and, with a little work, the environment can be restored. It
would make a fine addition to the empire, my lord.
   "None of the species on earth are capable of successfully resisting us, my
lord, but one species is capable of enormous destruction and has shown a great
willingness to use those capabilities. Humans, as they are called, must be
dealt with. Though far below us in intelligence, they are still trainable for
use as common slaves."
   "How do you propose to deal with them?"
   "Somnogas."
   "Ahhhh, yes, I see."
   "This, of course, is only a first step. Once the gas is in the atmosphere
our agents, who have already been put in place at key points in the human's
communications systems, will begin the pacification process. This will take
about three weeks to complete."
   "And then...?"
   "There will be some who are in remote areas and are not connected to any
world wide communications network. Those humans will simply be eliminated."
   "And the rest...?"
   "Will serve only us."
   "Tell me more about these humans."
   "Their males are generally strong, physically, but easily manipulated by
the females. They are bipeds, omnivores, have iron based blood, employ
bisexual reproduction... Well, actually, if you added another 200 or so points
to their intelligence quotient, they would be almost exactly like us. As it
is, they are as far below us as their meat species "cows" are below them.
Which brings up one more thing, my lord Dredd. Our research shows that in
addition to being useful as pleasure-toys, their females can provide a rather
tasty meal. Just look at the chemistry readouts."
   Dredd's attention suddenly focused as he examined the display. "Incredible!
These so-called 'endorphins' combine with some of their sex hormones for a
nearly unmatched source of the Primary Regenerative Substance. We may have a
very important discovery here." His enthusiasm suddenly tempered. "But why are
they present in quantity in only one of the subjects you scanned?"
   "A stroke of luck, my lord. That particular female attempted to resist the
probe, and she was damaged a bit. It turns out this species only produces
those enzymes in response to pain. A simple enough stimulus, now that we know
to provide it."
   The leader's smile returned. "Excellent! Have you collected any samples so
that I may make my own appraisal?"
   "It is being done, even as we speak."
   "Your work pleases me. You may proceed."
   "Thank you, my lord." The aide produced a comm device and started issuing
the fateful commands.


MEANWHILE, ON EARTH...

   Krissy was a 19 year old college student at the University of Wisconsin.
She had the classic good looks of her Scandinavian heritage -- milky skin,
beautiful blonde hair. She was tall and very well formed. There was no lack of
male admirers for her, but she was cautious and had committed to no one.
Krissy was no virgin, but she wasn't a slut either. She was above average in
intelligence, gracefully athletic, and very friendly.  Only the best for Lord
Dredd.
   Krissy was walking down State Street after a noon meeting of her Mass
Communications Law study group at Zorba's. It was a beautiful late Spring day
and she was admiring the new leaves on the trees lining the pedestrian mall.
She wasn't paying much attention to the people around her, which is why she
didn't notice the two men who approached her from different directions. She
registered their presence just about the same time that she heard a small
'poof' sound. There wasn't even time to scream. Her will was torn from her
swiftly and completely. She was aware of her surroundings on one level, but
she could do nothing except follow the orders now being whispered to her by a
large, good looking man to her left.
   "You will accompany us," was all he said.
   Her body obeyed, but her will was struggling to reassert itself. Krissy had
always been mentally strong -- it was one of the things that made her a good
athlete -- but she was no match for the alien's somnogas and she had taken a
full dose. Fear rose within her as she tried to imagine what was happening.
What she didn't know was that there was no way ANYONE could imagine what was
about to take place.
   The frightened young blonde was lead into the basement of the Lake Street
parking ramp. The only person there rubbed his bloodshot eyes as he beheld the
beautiful coed approaching him between the two men who looked like body
guards.
   "Hey, missy, got any spare change?"
   She could not respond, though a ray of hope flickered for a moment when she
spotted the derelict in their path. One of the two men holding her captive
produced a small vial of somnogas which quickly pacified the ragged figure
propped up against the back wall of the garage. He saw, but was not aware of
the shimmering transporter effect which carried the three figures to someplace
he would never go.


BACK ON THE ALIEN SHIP

   Krissy didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have because she found
herself waking up in a strange room. She was stringently restrained on some
sort of horizontally mounted X-frame, as she discovered when she tried to
move. Her clothing had been taken from her, leaving her naked, vulnerable, and
alone. She was strong, but panic hovered on the edge of her mind, and a small
tear began to form in the corner of each eye. Her breathing was rapid and she
could hear her blood pounding in her ears. There were no other sounds in the
room except the quiet whisper of what she took for ventilation. The lighting
was dim.
   Krissy soon became aware of something that profoundly disturbed her in an
even deeper way -- she was beginning to feel the early stages of sexual
excitement. Once, during a particularly passionate affair, she had allowed her
boyfriend to tie her up for sex. The experience had been very powerful, though
not repeated. Now, as she lay in her restraints, those memories resurfaced and
she felt her body start to respond. Her nipples had been hard and erect for
some time -- but she had attributed that to the coolness of the room. Now,
however, she began to feel the rest of her body attain sexual heat. Her pussy
was tingling, the inner lips of her sex swelling with an influx of blood, and her
natural lubricant had begun to flow.
   Questions raced through her mind. How did I get here? Where am I? Who is
doing this to me? What will happen next? Why am I feeling so turned on? She
tried to sort through her questions and fears. She had no information to go on
and so it seemed wisest to the more rational part of her brain for her to try
to relax and wait for something to provide more information. What she did not
know was that she was spending her last remaining hours of life waiting to
become a culinary experiment for alien invaders.
   "This way, my lord, we have a specimen ready for your inspection," Number
One said as he lead Lord Dredd into the dimly lit examining room. He passed
his hand over a wall panel and suddenly a very intense light came on, focused
on the naked girl securely bound to the examining table.
   "Ahhh, so this is what human females look like. Why, they look just like
us. Apparently not as evolved mentally though, eh?"
   "Yes, my lord. Our scientists calculate that it will take this species,
left to their own devices, another 20 centuries to evolve to anything even
approaching our mental level. Of course, now that we are going to control
their development, such evolutionary progress will be controlled so that there
is no danger of them ever competing with us."
   Krissy heard all this, but did not understand any of it. The aliens were
speaking in their own language now, and there was no way for her to interpret
what was being said. She began to think that she was simply having some sort
of nightmare and that in a few moments her alarm clock would go off and she
would wake up in her own bed. Who were these people? She couldn't see anything
because of the bright light shining directly into her eyes, but she was
listening carefully to see if there was any clue as to her whereabouts and any
opportunity to escape her confinement. Her sexual excitement was mounting, and
she had the fleeting thought that this was some sort of fraternity prank which
would involve sex, and, perversely, this thought gave her some hope.
   She felt something touch her (hands?) and her body involuntarily shivered
in fear, disgust, and arousal. Into the light which bathed her came a
surprisingly human looking hand which held some sort of device. It emitted a
whirring, beeping sound which was vaguely irritating.
   "You say that they can be consumed as food?"
   "Actually, sir, our advance scouts reported that the females of the species
are quite tender, very tasty, and, well, you saw the chemical readouts."
   "And how does one prepare them?"
   "Ahh, now that's an excellent question. We're going to adopt a human method
of cooking for this demonstration, called a barbeque."
   "I'll look forward to it. Proceed with the preparations while I observe."
   "Yes, my lord."
   The young blonde on the table had no way of understanding the aliens'
language, so she had no clue as to what was happening. What she saw was a very
human like figure approaching her with two large needles, each of which
trailed a long tube. She could not move any part of her body, so stringent was
her bondage. Nevertheless, she struggled anyway, every muscle straining to the
breaking point as she strove to escape.
   She had been securely bound to what amounted to a horizontal X-frame
supported by a single metal post which rose from the floor. The alien with the
needles was accompanied by an assistant who held a device which looked a lot
like a flash light. The light was turned on and Krissy felt a strange tingling
in her chest.
   "I'll explain the procedure, my lord. We are about to exchange this
specimen's blood for a new chemical mixture which will sustain her life for
the time it will take to insert the impaling tube. Afterwards, it will remain
in her body, absorbed by every cell, to heighten her senses acutely,
particularly her ability to sense pain and pleasure. She will be able to feel
everything we are doing to her, but will not be able to lose consciousness
until the point of death. The chemical also has the effect, when heated, of
tenderizing the meat while preserving natural juices, and neutralizing any
bacteria she may be carrying which could be harmful to us."
   "The instrument my assistant is holding will allow me to see inside the
subject's chest so that I may place the intake and output tubes in their
proper places. The subject will probably scream loudly when this is done, as
it is quite painful."
   Krissy saw the glow of the flashlight device and felt its warmth bathe her
chest in contrast to the coolness of the room. Then she felt a prick as one of
the needles penetrated her skin, followed by a deeper pain as it was swiftly
shoved into her aorta. She groaned, but did not scream, yet. The prick and
deeper pain were repeated as a second needle was inserted into a vein
connected directly to her heart.
   "One tube will draw her blood away while the other fills her with the new
chemical. This will also make the next part of the process a little less
messy, as all blood will have been removed."
   Krissy felt a strange, unpleasant sensation in her chest -- indeed all over
her trembling, naked body -- as she watched her life's blood pumped from her
chest into one tube while another poured who knew what into her to replace it.
All of her senses seemed to be heightened, particularly her sense of
individual body parts. She was more aware of every inch of her skin than she
had ever been before. She didn't know it but this was attributable to the
chemical she was being filled with and would serve to make her eventual pain
feel even worse.
   In no time at all, every drop of her blood had been removed and the two
tubes were taken out, leaving two small holes near her left breast. The deep
sinking feeling in her stomach worsened when she noticed the sizable holes
didn't bleed, but instead oozed a small amount of clear peach-colored fluid.
   "Now, the preparations can begin, my lord, and the next step will employ
the tools of ritual sacrifice, rather than more modern technology."
   "A nice touch, Number One, you may proceed."
   "Thank you, my lord."
   A long silvery object appeared in Krissy's field of view, its edge covered
with abstract designs and indecipherable runes. Her strong optimism nearly
managed to persuade her the thing was some sort of jewelry. The optimism was
replaced by dread as the artifact came to rest against the soft, milky skin of
her belly just above the line of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. And the dread
turned to full-fledged horror as the alien blade sliced through her strangely
unbleeding skin, causing a flash of searing pain which she felt in every cell
of her body. She should have fainted, but could not -- the chemicals which
controlled her nervous system denied her that escape and so she watched with
growing terror as the alien hand wielding the knife swiftly opened her abdomen
all the way to the bottom of her rib cage. Her scream was long and loud as she
felt the blade pass through her flesh. The alien wielding the blade was very
careful not to cut deeply enough to damage the internal organs.
   Krissy watched in morbid shock, unable to believe she was still alive, as
the alien drew another instrument, covered in metallic teeth and even larger
than the first. He used it quickly open her chest, splitting her breast bone
right down the middle. The pain was excruciating. She knew now that she was
going to die, and this added to her horror. She was losing her mind, as
coherent thought fled and the pain continued to mount. Her screams filled the
room, reverberating off the walls in eerie echoes of terror.
   Alien hands dipped into Krissy's opened body cavity and began to gently probe
and rearrange things inside her. It was an amazingly clean operation -- no
blood -- since the chemical injected into her body had been completely
absorbed by her tissues, leaving nothing behind in her blood vessels. She
caught sight of a long tube disappearing into her gaping abdomen, but
couldn't make herself concentrate on what the inhuman doctor was doing with
it.
   Krissy had never felt pain like this before and she had to endure it while
awake. Her mind had long ago fled into whatever protection it could find, but
the pain was something from which she could not escape. Every organ in her
body, except her brain, had been handled. Even though the handling had been
careful, internal organs were not meant to be handled at all, and the
operation had proceeded without any pain blocking medications. Each touch of
her innards produced new and more horrified screams. Had she not been securely
strapped to the frame, she would have torn herself to pieces, so great was her
distress.
   "Good. Put her organs back in place and close."
   A final check of the work, and they pulled the sections of her divided
torso back together. Another flashlight shaped device emitted a low hum and a
violet colored light. Her sternum was fused together, and, as if by
magic, the long cut which had been made from her belly to her neck was
completely closed without a mark left behind to show that she had ever been cut.
The two needle-ended tubes were brought back and her blood was pumped back into
her system. An electrode sent a shock to her heart, which once again started
beating. Krissy felt a very weird sensation as she could literally feel her
blood re-entering her body and flowing to her extremities.
   "Marvelous. She looks as though she had never been touched. Number One, you
are indeed an artist as well as an able assistant. You shall have the first
taste at the great feast tonight and sit at my right hand."
   "My, Lord Dredd, you honor me, but, forgive me, the first taste is always
reserved for your Supremeness, is it not?"
   "True, and if so, then I may give it to whomever it pleases me, may I not?
Come, come, Number One, this false modesty does you no credit. It will be as I
command."
   "To hear is to obey, my lord."
   Krissy's mind was spinning with shock. She should not be alive, yet here
she was, still feeling the pain of having been, essentially, bled to death and
then brought back to life. She was still tied to the X-frame examining table
and she could sense all of her limbs. Curiously, she tested her voluntary
muscles, flexing various groups to see which ones were still connected. They
all seemed to work. Her body was tired. New sensations flooded it. She was in
pain, yet in the back of her mind, some part of her took pleasure in this pain
which had been delivered in ways completely beyond either her control or
comprehension. She knew that her pussy lips were swollen and slick with
lubricant, her nipples hard with desire. Her own body betrayed her mind, which
was in shock. She was going to be killed here -- she knew this somehow -- yet
her body was taking pleasure in its abuse. Her screams had tapered off to low
moans as her body absorbed the pain and turned it into something else.


LATER THAT DAY

   There were five alien males in the room in addition to Lord Dredd and they
all began to remove their clothing. If Krissy's bondage and the bright lights
had not prevented her from seeing, she would have been amazed at the sight of
the naked alien men. For one thing, they looked exactly like human men. But
there was one important difference. Each of these men were incredibly well
endowed sexually. The smallest cock in the group was about 10 inches long, the
largest around 14, and they were all very thick. Their balls were also
oversized, compared to human males.
   Krissy could hear the rustle of clothing but could not tell what was
happening. She could not move her head more than an inch in any direction due
to a restraining halter which was firmly attached to the frame upon which she
was bound. Her long blonde hair had been treated with something surprisingly
like an oily mousse, and then braided. A strong wire had been intertwined in
the braid and attached to a d-ring. Krissy's braid was pulled down, pulling
her head back to nearly a 90 degree angle to the rest of her body. Her hair
was pulled just tight enough to be painful and to make breathing a little
uncomfortable. A flat support with a notch for her neck was pulled out and
placed against the back of her neck. Overall the combination had the effect of
making a straight line from her mouth to her crotch. The other effect was to
increase Krissy's arousal, something which both disgusted and pleased her at
the same time.
   Now she was looking at an upside down world, and since the lights were no
longer shining in her eyes, she had a better view of her surroundings. The
room apparently had no other fixtures than the one upon which she was bound.
But that wasn't something that she noticed right away. First, she spotted what
appeared to her to be a man. Not an ordinary man though. This one had the
biggest cock she'd ever seen, and it was starting to stiffen as he walked
toward her head. By the time it touched her lips, the alien cock was a full 11
inches in length and at least an inch and a half thick.
   Krissy fought her inexplicable arousal, clenching her jaw tight. Not
unprepared, the alien withdrew a three-inch copper needle from his belt and
reached over to her right breast. He pressed the tip of the thick needle
against her nipple, watching a small drop of blood well up. Then, without
hesitation, he plunged it deep into her breast. Krissy screamed anew at the
incredible pain, managing to forget for a moment even the pain of her recent
surgery. Before she could close her mouth, the head of the alien cock was inside
it.
   Ignoring her futile attempts to dislodge him, the alien lieutenant thrust
into her mouth, enjoying the way her face looked as her pretty mouth strained
around the foreign flesh. Something about the alien taste affected her
strangely. Her control started to crumble, victim to the tricks of her
captors' chemistry.
   Her heightened senses were evident as she clearly felt every ridge, every
bulging vein of that pulsing, throbbing cock stretching her overworked oral
cavity. She felt incredible heat coming from the alien prick and some more
abstract part of her brain wondered about their metabolism. She felt the thick
coronal ridge press into her throat, ignoring the gasping, and gagging it was
causing. She thought she might black out from lack of oxygen, and at the same
time she felt herself becoming more and more aroused by her predicament. Her
face was red from shame and from her exertions. Her whole body jerked and
thrashed against the bonds as she tried to reject the massive prong being
shoved down her dainty throat.
   She'd never taken a cock anywhere near this large before. As the well-
endowed man pushed further she began to gag, choking around the girth being
forced into the back of her mouth. She could do nothing to stop the slow,
steady progress of the invading shaft and her gagging continued, to the
amusement of the men surrounding her.
   "Look at the convulsions," one of them laughed.
   Number One whispered to the alien busy with asphyxiating the girl,
"Careful, Number Three. Lord Dredd will want to kill this meal himself, and
you know what happened to the last person who spoiled his fun."
   "Yes, Number One," Number Three replied, suddenly sober. He pulled back a
bit, allowing the twitching blonde to gasp for air through her nose.
   He did not pull all the way out, however, and soon the head of his cock was
once again pressing against the back of Krissy's throat -- this time only for
a moment -- and then he withdrew a little.
   The cock felt good in Krissy's mouth and she began to respond to the
feeling. She could not move her head one inch, so stringent was her bondage,
but she had free use of her lips and tongue and she made the most of it,
tasting the copious discharge of pre-cum flowing from the big dick planted in
her face, and she also began to notice that she did not gag each time the
cockhead reached her throat. Her strange lover noticed this too, and began to
feed her more on each stroke. Then, gradually at first but then with more
speed, he began to push the entire length into her wide stretched face. Krissy
was going wild with lust now as the combination of the bondage and the huge
cock sinking into her clasping, gasping throat began to really affect her.
   Meanwhile, another of the aliens was moving up between the young blonde's
wide spread legs. He held his hugely erect dick in his right hand. His was 13
inches long and two inches thick with a huge purple head. He seemed to be
closely examining her cunt, as though seeing it for the first time. The view
was spectacular. Krissy had a much bigger than average cunt. Her labia majora
made a significant bulge in even the most modest of swimsuits, which tended to
keep the young coed off all but the most private beaches. Now, in an advanced
state of excitement, the size of her sex was even more pronounced as the inner
lips were almost rigidly swollen with arousal and her pussy cream ran freely.
   "You did not tell me she was so well endowed, Number One."
   "It was not reported to me that she was, my lord, I have no information on
how widespread a female sex organ of this size may be in the general
population, sir. Perhaps we should spare this one for breeding purposes."
   "Hmmm, I don't know. In such a large population, she is surely not unique.
And the banquet is planned already. We will proceed. Those lips will certainly
be a delicacy at my table, though." Lord Dredd said with a gleaming eye and
wicked grin.


(continued in part 2 of "INVASION")