They came out of no where and attacked every major city on the planet in the most sophisticated coordinated strike in human history. No corner of the planet was spared; from the European Union, across the American Empire to the Asian Alliance and down the Africa United Republic States were conquered with incredible ease.
It was the year 2452, a hundred years after the worst war and plague man had ever seen. They were the gal'karr, a race of blood-thirsty warriors determined to conquer the known universe. Population fell from four and a half billion down to a few hundred thousand in a matter of seconds. And of the few survivors, only a fraction managed to escape and set up makeshift armies, scattered throughout the wasteland the planet had been turned into. For over a century, humans fought back, planning skirmishes against the invaders; there were more loses than wins and the last free humans knew the end was near...
- Spencer -
Alexis must have been in gal’karr custody for hours before we even made it halfway to their base. No one knew what kind of interrogation techniques they employed but no one was foolish enough to think we had all day to extract him; he knew things far above his rank simply because of his last name and there was a scary good chance that those alien fuckers knew that. Why else would everyone else, except that Sooraya, be scattered in bloody chunks on the battlefield while he was kept alive for questioning? His closeness to the crown was something everyone knew, including unwanted invaders.
But that didn’t even make the top five reasons why he needed to be brought home. And neither, surprisingly, was fear of his brother’s wrath, which would be legendary if the legend failed. No, there were other, more important to the survival of Terra, reasons we needed him back but, to try to keep some of the pressure off, it wasn’t even hinted at.
As we exited the tunnels and could see the enemy base in the distance, the big reason screamed warnings of just how important he was. And for the first time this mission, I felt real, cold, shivering fear.
About one hundred yards from our position, the gal’karr had their shielded perimeter; just beyond that, a row of dilapidated buildings that were once brownstones blocked the inner workings from view. From out antiquated-by-comparison scanners, we knew a dozen guards stood between us and the Central Command Center and while that number wasn’t too frightening, there were dozens more inside, on alert and ready to take out anything not covered in scales.
“Alright, Alpha, we split into two teams; Mariah, with me; Bridge and Spencer, you’re with Kellan. GO wide, avoid line-of-sight and sneak into the first brownstone you reach. These fuckers are creatures of habit so once you find their patterns, move; don’t wait for us, we’ll be there. Radio silence until Mariah hacks their sensors, understood?”
Everyone voiced their acknowledgements and we were off.
- Alexis -
I don’t think I’d ever felt anything as fucking painful as that fucking electrified rod. With every shock, I really thought I’d take my last breath. But no, it wasn’t really enough to kill me, just make me wish it would. And that fucking butcher just stood there, staring at me like I was some kind of fucking science project. If I could’ve formed words, I’d have thrown some nice obscene ones at that scaly cocksucker. And, yea, maybe some state secrets to make the pain stop.
What? Like you’d do any better?
“Speak now. Secret base?”
Oh, yea, I’d have spilled more than blood but I was too busy screaming while the giant shock rod raped me. I could barely get a “stop” out much less a detailed explanation of every imperial secret I knew.
“Increase of pain.”
I wondered how much worse it could get. Then I felt a weird, pressure-like sensation in my backdoor and began to fear how much worse.
It started out as just some discomfort and I thought, oh, this isn’t too bad. But then the pressure built, or rather magnified exponentially, and suddenly it felt like my asshole was being ripped open from the inside out. At least when this made me scream, I was able to be vulgar, too. Or maybe that was just in my head. I can’t be sure.
Then suddenly, it stopped. I mean, that thing was still shoved up my poor no longer tight ass but at least it’d de-puffed.
“Yes, speak now.”
“No. No. This not do. Again. And more.”
- Spencer -
As ordered, we were crouched down in the first brownstone we saw, studying the guards’ patterns. Though deadly fighters, they were rather simple; everything was heavily regimented and that left little room for original thought, which explained why they were never able to come up with defenses for out projectile based weapons even thought they were far more advanced than terrans. Everything they did was a routine and to change that would cause utter chaos if attempted wrong. They didn’t believe in experimentation, they’d never deviate from the norm. And that was our only hope of winning.
“See a way in yet?” Kellan asked. He was antsy to start killing things and not just because we were trying to save one of ours. He fucking hated those alien bastards for the atrocities they’d committed on his family. Both his younger siblings had been raped over and over just so their “scientists” could discover ways to use sex against us. His sister had died but his brother had survived, if you call living in a padded room screaming whenever you’re awake alive. The only time he could talk to the boy was when he was drugged and even then, he had a hard time looking at him; he was filled with shame over not saving them and some days, it threatened to end him.
“I think so. It looks like they shift on three minute intervals. If we time it just right, we should be able to weave through their blind spots and sneak into a service entrance just west of where we believe Lexi is being held.”
“Sounds good.” Kellan nodded to both of us. Bridge took the lead.
I was scared shitless. Here we were, sneaking through the 3C, surrounded by some of the universe’s most vicious killers, and all we had were twenty-first century hand guns and past-its-expiration body armor. But we kept going, thankful for each meter we moved without being spotted. I was starting to believe we’d make it unscathed when screaming klaxon cut through the uneasy silence and guttural noises crackled through the compound.
“I think they’re onto us.” Kellan looked around, ready to fire, but none of the guards came running. “The fuck?”
“Move. Now.” Johnny had created a diversion. Lucky for us. Not so much for them.
“You heard ‘im. Move. Now.” Kellan ushered us to the door only meters away. He and I kept watch while Bridge did her hacker magic on the surprisingly low tech locking mechanism. Guess they never counted on any of us being fucking nuts enough to swing by for a visit.
We could hear the firefight on the east end of the 3C; we were probably safe, relatively speaking, as long as we could hear Johnny and Mariah’s weapons but we kept surveying, just in case. I could feel the anxiety building as we waited for Bridge to finish and though I’d burst when I heard the door swoosh open.
“We’re in.” She’d never said anything more beautiful to me. Ever.
There were two gal’karr halfway down the hall standing guard in front of a set of large metallic doors. Kellan took off in a run and leapt onto one and dropped him. It was like a switch was flipped; he went absolutely insane as he bashed the guard in the face with the butt of his gun until bones snapped and blood oozed. Bridge had her gun out and three bullets in its face before it could draw its weapon.
“Keep watch, I’ll get us in.” Bridge went to work on the keypad and I drew my gun while Kellan continued demolishing the alien’s face.
“That’s some serious rage,” I said, not really sure what was appropriate at the moment. I mean, I know they’re them enemy and deserve the highest body count we could manage but this seemed a bit excessive.
“That?” Bridge said not bothering to turn around. “Please, Kel’s showing restraint. The thing still has his genitals. Bingo.” The door opened and on the other side was a control room with a large window that looked into a smaller, darker room where Alexis was naked and strung up with… something inside of him. When I saw that, Iknew Kellan would give up restraint. Bridge noticed it, too. “Fuckin’ sick fucks.”
“What?” Kellan stopped bashing what was left of the guard’s face and looked up. The expression on my and Bridge’s faces must have been that disturbed because he jumped up and shot out the window without bothering to see what was on the other side.
- Alexis -
I could smell something burning and I was pretty sure it was the inside of my stretched out asshole but as I was fucking numb from the neck down, I wasn’t sure. For all I knew, my insides were fried and the only thing keeping me alive was the rape/torture device wedge up inside of me. Even thinking that, if I could’ve forced itout, I’d have taken death.
Luckily, the window to my right shattered and Kellan came in firing. The “doctor” actually looked afraid, which made me feel a little better; then he had two bullets in his fucking face and that little became big. As he dropped to the floor, the door opened and the guard outside came barreling in, weapon aimed right at Kellan, who had turned to check on me. I tried to warn him but I wasn’t really able to speak, at all, really. But he never got s shot off; from inside the other room, bullets ripped through him, dropped him where he stood.
“Lexi?” I knew that voice. Bridge was with him. Made sense; that girl could break into a gal’karr mastership without being detected. “You okay?” She stuck her head through the shot out window.
“He’s pretty fucked up but he’ll live.” Kellan smiled at me as he said it; I think it was more for my benefit than hers. “We just got to get him out of here without too many eyes seeing us.”
“Can you get ‘im down?” I knew that voice, too. Unfortunately, him seeing me like this would be embarrassing.
“Could use some help; there’s a lot of shit hooked up to him.”
Spencer jumped through the window and the look on his face made me want to crawl into a hole. He looked like he wanted to cry for me. Which, really, is amazing; no one, except those closest to you, ever really care enough to get all emotional when bad shit happens. Maybe Spence’s old compound was different; maybe they still carried more humanity than us. If that’s the case, I don’t know which of us are luckier. Fuck, that’s fucked up, isn’t it?
Once the shock was over, I could see his brain begin turning and soon, I was standing on my own two feet, free of the worst dildo in history. Okay, so I wasn’t entirely standing under my own power; I was still weak and pained and ready for a nice, long coma. Spence help me move while Kellan and Bridge played bodyguards.
This was going to be a fun escape.
- TO BE CONTINUED -