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 wouldnt be long. . .
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