The Hoard

By: Dave ([email protected])
[STRAIGHT] [PENECTOMY] [TESTICLES] Other:

Their first attempt to exterminate mankind

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							The Hoard

	The dull black ship skimmed just above the surface of the 
water, leaving a wake of mist and death.  The hoard had arrived on 
a whisper, undetected by radar and unseen by human eyes.  From its 
sleek underbelly, small pods slid randomly into the water and 
quietly moved into position off the coast of the population 
centers.  This planet, a recently discovered virgin, was ripe for 
exploitation; unsuspecting inhabitants, weak defenses, conditional 
solidarity, and tremendous quantities of raw minerals and water.  
Perhaps most important of all, were the uncontrolled originators of 
T-serum - raw testosterone, ready for harvest.  After the last of 
the two thousand pods slipped into the ocean spray, the control 
ship positioned itself into a geosynchronous orbit of the equator 
and began to systematically neutralize the electronic 
communications used exclusively by the planet.  The pods, now in 
position, opened with an explosive release of air bubbles and 
descended to the murky depths while their occupants floated 
serenely to the surface. 
	Miriam was the first to notice the column of female figures 
with glowing eyes emerge from the bay near her home.   She knew 
something was amiss, and immediately tried to dial the local 
authorities, but found the line dead, and her cellular phone 
disabled.  She turned to behold one of the figures watching her 
through the window, then felt the icy sting of the alien weapon and 
crumpled to the floor, her ovaries lying in a pool of blood between 
her legs and her breasts shriveled like day old prunes.  Miriams’ 
dog Flicker, so named for the way he would stimulate her vulva on  
lonely nights, leapt at the figure, and met a similar fate; its 
testicles rolled under one of the kitchen cabinets followed by a 
thin line of blood.  
	Bob and Rita were Miriams’ next door neighbors, and were 
indulging in some gentle foreplay on the couch prior to the 
evenings’ main feature.  The advancing column of invaders paused to 
watch their activities.  Bob was nuzzling her neck and stroking her 
recently enlarged breasts while Rita was exploring the ripples of 
Bobs scrotum that always became rigid when he was aroused.  As she 
began to playfully tug at the hair around the base of Bobs’ organ 
she spied the intruders but her scream was immediately changed to a 
gasp as the silver beam of light penetrated her neck and continued 
through into Bobs’ sucking mouth.  Both lovers immediately 
succumbed to the weapon; Bobs manhood shriveled and rolled across 
his leg onto the carpet, and Ritas ovaries slid through her wet 
vagina onto the couch in a pool of clear liquid mixed with blood.  
Her breasts lost their support and the weight of the implants made 
them dangled grotesquely on either side of her body onto the couch.
	The hoard formed a ragged line now, and slowly began to 
move through the houses and up to the two-lane road that followed 
the beach where they randomly fired at the passing cars.  Behind 
the line, small spheres floated weightlessly in apparent abandon, 
darting after the silver beams to extract the testosterone 
followed, then returning to the open air to continue their free 
flight. Any life form in their path was immediately exterminated 
and their progression was without any sounds, save the occasional 
screech of a cars brakes, or the muffled scream of a victim.  
Across the planet, the same lines formed comprised of almost 
identical female aliens; all had dark hair, dark eyes, pale 
complexions, small pert breasts, and large rounded hips.  They wore 
form fitting attire of translucent spandex, that shone of silver in 
the sun, but appeared non existent elsewhere, revealing large 
nipples and a marked absence of body hair.  Their hair was 
completely covered by a helmet with acquisition radar and 
communication devices nestled within.  Their faces were 
expressionless, nor did they show any signs of emotion as they 
slowly progressed through the suburbs into the heart of the city.
	On the night, over twenty million persons lost their 
lives.  Scores of animals ranging from domestic pets to songbirds 
lay in the streets.  Traffic no longer moved, and the only sounds 
were various alarms warning unhearing ears.  The hoard had 
“neutralized” over one eighth of the planets’ human life forms and 
set up camp for the day in various structures throughout the world 
dining on some the T-serum obtained during the previous evening.  
Tomorrow, two new ships would arrive and begin their exploitation 
and refinement of the planets’ bountiful resources.  There was no 
resistance nor reason to suspect such, and the aliens marveled at 
the simplicity of this species they had so easily conquered.  As 
the evenings activities waned into memory, the serum aroused their 
sexuality and soon they were experiencing a “universal” orgasm 
telepathically.  	Unknown to the hoard, two events were 
unfolding that would ultimately reverse the outcome of the 
invasion; the first was that several of the hoard members, curious 
after so many years of solo sex, wanted to experience a mans’ 
penetration, and the other was Miriam. 
	 Miriam was a gynecologist, and upon realizing the negating 
effects of the deadly ray on her sexuality, was able to administer 
raw testosterone that restored her bodies’ basic functioning.  For 
two hours she wretched and cringed; seriously aware of her 
mortality, but was able to recover with her senses and abilities 
intact.  She arose, bathed, and moved the carcass of her beloved 
Flicker outside.  Quickly assessing the extent of the invasion; she 
retrieved her .38 and forty-one syringes meticulously filled with 
raw testosterone.  She slipped outside under the cover of darkness, 
and pressed towards her resident clinic, determined to start her 
own “army” of resistance.  By first light, she had reached the 
clinic, and was able to inject sixteen young female victims in time 
to save their lives and build-up their immunity.  Overhead, the 
control ship was completing another orbit of the planet, releasing 
an odorless inhalant that paralyzed its victims.  Soon even Miriam 
would succumb to its effects, and collapsed just inside her 
office.  
	A set of strong hands pulled her into the emergency room, 
and began to administer oxygen and adrenalin.  She awoke with a 
tremendous headache and a dull throbbing between her legs.  He 
lovingly gazed down at her as she gasped for breath, gently 
Messaging her upper arms.  As her vision cleared, she found herself 
looking directly into the eyes of the orderly Juan, nicknamed the 
“incredible hulk” by the girls in the lounge.  Although his use of 
the English language was sadly lacking his other “assets” made him 
highly desirable, and a frequent vision in the young nurses 
fantasies.  About them, dead bodies were strewn like spent matches 
at a barbecue in a hurricane; their reproductive organs bleeding 
and  two discolored ovaries laying useless and abandoned between 
their legs.  The doctor was sitting on the floor with his clothes 
pulled up around his hairless, obese chest, staring silently into 
space while clutching at gonads that no longer existed.  It was a 
grotesque scene, but as Miriam tried to swing her shoreless feet on 
to the floor, the room began to spin,  and she fell back on the 
gurney.  
	Juan gently kissed her cheek, and then slowly removed her 
clothing, savoring every inch of her feminity.  For a doctor she 
was quite beautiful, with round full breasts, and graceful hips 
supporting a full growth of light brown pubic hair.  He lowered his 
trousers to reveal a marvelous erection, which he directly inserted 
into her tight dry canal.  She tried to pull away, but could only 
wince at his masculine assault.  Soon she felt her own body respond 
to his forceful thrusts, and felt her legs tuck around the small of 
his back and her hands dig into the large muscles of his chest.  
Her breathing became hoarse and rapid, and soon she felt his 
contractions and the flood of warm liquid in her love canal, 
forcing her to arch her back and press her throbbing clitoris into 
his dark mass of pubic hair as she climaxed around him.  He 
continued to thrust his organ deep into her warmth, savoring the 
involuntary spasms of her muscles, and his as he emptied his gonads 
completely.  It was during his final ejaculation that she realized 
why he was unaffected by the aliens - Juan generated such a 
tremendous amount of testosterone, that when the weapon was 
discharged, his overloaded gonads simply dumped more hormones into 
his blood stream, leaving him exhausted, but otherwise unaffected.  
	Still quivering from the unforgettable sexual experience, 
she instructed her lover to get the bodies into the morgue, and 
then bring her a clean syringe; which he completed without 
question.  She withdrew some of his blood, and had Juan lift her 
weakened yet fulfilled body on to a wheel chair.  As he set off to 
find portable oxygen masks, she analyzed his blood sample and found 
that his testosterone levels were four times higher than a normal 
man.  A testosterone overdose was the answer, but because the male 
populace was accustomed to their individual supply level, they were 
far less likely to survive a massive injection than their female 
counterparts who would require far less.  
	As Juan entered the lab with the portable oxygen masks; she 
grabbed the bulge in his pants and began to message its extreme 
length gently as she pulled his trousers down to his knees.  He was 
slow to build another erection by hand, so she took his limp organ 
fully into her mouth, and begin to draw the blood to its head by 
trying to swallow the glans.  She could taste the salty sweetness 
of his cream in contrast to her own tart juices on the velvety 
organ.   He arched his back and stared blindly into space, as she 
gently positioned her two hands into the same position of her mouth 
and forcefully stroked his throbbing manhood.    Just before he 
released the growing pressure building in his manhood, she grabbed 
a nearby petri dish, and quickly positioned it directly in front of 
his glans,  increasing the pressure and rhythm of the stroking 
until he erupted with a tremendous geyser of cream.  At that moment 
she mumbled a quick apology, and with a swift stroke severed his 
scrotum neatly at the base of his erect organ with a carefully 
concealed scapula..  He screamed and collapsed in the fetal 
position on the floor, and it took all of her remaining strength to 
expose the open wound and cauterize it with acid.  He screamed 
again and lost his awareness.  
	She quietly studied the withered ball sack that up until a 
few moments ago gracefully hung from an absolutely beautiful 
specimen.  Brushing aside her remorse, she extracted the two pearl 
colored gonads and placed them on a sterile operating tray, where 
she filled as many of the nearby syringes as possible with the life-
giving extract.  Combined with her the other syringes, she had 
enough testosterone to vaccinate a small army.  She wheeled herself 
into the cafeteria, where she downed as many nutritional 
supplements as she could ingest without vomiting; then arose and 
completed her preparations to again encounter the aliens who had 
already renewed their assault.  The sixteen women Miriam injected 
were shaking off the side effects of the inhaled agents, and were  
awaiting her arrival.  After a quick discussion and  distribution 
of the syringes, the small group disbursed to warn the unsuspecting 
world of the hoard invasion.
	Meanwhile, three of the aliens slipped away from their 
companions shortly after their universal orgasm on a quest for 
their own fulfillment.  It was  highly suspect when any of the 
hoards’ members would break their telepathic link, and they  knew 
they had little time to complete their objective.  They found 
several  female corpses nearby with similar attributes, and quickly 
donned their clothing.  Their lack of familiarity with current 
designer trends, particularly high-heeled shoes, was reflected in 
the manner in which they entered the local pub.  Moving clumsily to 
the first group of men seated therein; they simultaneously lifted 
the hems of their skirts around their waist in plain view of the 
customers.  Within a few moments, they found themselves thrown 
outside. 
	 As they tried to regain their composure, they felt the 
strong arms of three bikers lift them up and guide them to a nearby 
hotel.  The door barely closed before the aliens clawed the attire 
away from their burley escorts’ genitals, and then from their own 
wanton bodies.  Forcing their victims backwards on to the floor 
with their superior strength, they tried to force the flaccid 
organs into their sex by forcefully rubbing their hairless lips 
against their amazed counterparts’ soft gristle.  During their 
efforts, they lost control of their telepathic block, and soon the 
entire hoard was experiencing their desperate attempts.   It took a 
substantial amount of effort, but the male victims finally became 
aroused with the continual abuse and the aliens experienced the 
pain of forced penetration.  Within moments the entire hoard was in 
agony, clutching their sexuality and gasping for air.  Now aware of 
their folly, the three aliens rolled off of their victims in unison 
and, after a brief conference, positioned their mouths over their 
victims genitals.  At first, they gently savored the taste of the 
erect organs with the tips of their tongues but when they reached 
the firm scrotums they paused momentarily, then bit down in 
unison,  severing the gonads and their supporting tissue from their 
unsuspecting hosts.  Universally, the aliens determined that taste 
was what really mattered, as they enjoyed the burst of blood and 
sperm when the gonads were ruptured by sharp incisors.  
	As the aliens were savored their momentary euphoria,  all 
of the available  aircraft from the nearby Naval Air Station became 
airborne with inoculated female pilots.  Soon the remaining armed 
forces were notified verbally, and, equipped with the most 
sophisticated weaponry, they attacked the unsuspecting hoards.   
Civilian losses were kept at a minimum as only the most experienced 
female pilots were utilized; and their aircraft were equipped with 
infa-red technology that could easily detect the different 
signatures of the aliens.  When the dust finally cleared, the 
remaining hoard members still alive were cringing with the 
crippling telepathic input of their dying comrades.  They were easy 
targets for the female ground forces that moved in; and were soon 
able to eliminate whatever remaining threat that existed.  The 
command ship, now void of input joined the remaining two 
exploitation ships, as they returned to the void from whence they 
came.  
	And on earth, a new appreciation for the male reproductive 
system awakened, and sperm banks were filled beyond capacity within 
a few hours of the aliens departure.  On a domestic level, those 
who had never tasted the essence of a mans’ orgasm tried for the 
first time and were surprised to find that it was, despite the 
rumors, quite palatable.  The males also attained a new respect for 
the women in their lives; knowing without them, mankind would have 
become a distant memory.  Miriam returned to the clinic where she 
immediately began systematic experiments using synthesized 
testosterone injected into Juans prostrate to awaken his libido.  
Within a few short weeks, he moved his meager belongings into her 
home, and now spends much of his free time perfecting Mexican 
cuisine.    
	Further north, in a large port city built on the remains of 
an earlier catastrophe; three aliens struggle to survive in the 
damp caverns below.  Resting by day, and feeding by night, they 
chose vagrants and cast aways as their victims, and stole whatever 
electronic components they could find.  Soon they were able to send 
and receive messages from their home world, and began to watch the 
skies knowing it wouldn’t be long. . .

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