He held on to the controls, the whole interior shaking, his mind reeling. The moment had come. Sakil feared for his life, yet knew to stay on the planet was slow death. Gray dust clouds billowed up, forming unintelligent claws trying to hold on to his craft, desperately fighting any last resistance to save the Qualon race, the planet struggling, even at this terminal state, to retain its dying people.

The same forces that were destroying the planet Siyon, and the entire surrounding Empire galaxy, were making Sakil's mission difficult to commence. He was the chosen one, selected to continue the genius within the genetic code the Qualon?s had perfected over eons. He must get away on the journey.

At last the drive overcame the influence stopping his journey. He closed his eyes and said an incantation to the god Hulooyi, felt the potency of the forces, counted to twenty, then opening his eyes, looked at the observation monitor. It showed the red and yellow planet of Siyon fading away. Sakil knew it would be the last time he saw it. By the time he was even halfway across the infinity of space before him, his home plant would be crushed, then split asunder by the cosmic calamity of two mighty galaxies passing too close, tearing, ripping and shredding his civilization. 

The Qualon had known it was coming for thousands of years. Its influence had been detected for so long. The end was now near. Great atomic storms had affected their way of life. No new Qualon's had been born, and they feared the greatest tragedy imaginable. The end of their race. Sakil must travel endless and uncountable distances to find new life, new blood, new fodder for them. The seed of their people must be spread and once more grow.

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How long did he fly to the remotest part of another galaxy? It was not merely eons of light years from his own dying worlds. This was twenty billion empty spaces beyond. This was unfathomable years and uncountable distances into the depth of the universe. Sakil lay dormant in his capsule, sustained at a minimum level in frozen stasis, waiting, protected, a species of sentient life looking blindly for salvation.

As his spacecraft sped passed the star in this isolated part of deep, impenetrable space it picked up velocity from slingshot gravity. The computers controlling Sakil?s life function flickered into attention, fluids pumped gently into tubes dormant for almost eternity. Just the merest electrical impulse jumped into his brain. The life from Qualon was stirring.

As planets raced passed, Sakil regained consciousness, unaware of the time but feeling lonely in every fiber of his body. The program ticked in the computer and slowly reminded him of his mission.

The blue planet became the focus of his mind, Sakil knew he had to fulfill an awesome assignment. He must bring life to the genetic code within him so Qualon intelligence would live again.

He felt the impact as his craft hit the atmosphere of the planet. He had come to breed. He had come to a place called Earth.

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The sun scorched the highest canopy of leaves, turning the green to crisp yellow, sucking life-giving moist from the delicate veins, ravenously trying to reach beyond the next layer of protection. One hundred feet down on the parched ground, Teresa lounged out, her white skimpy top stretched over her breasts as she spread her arms up, hoping a breeze would spring up and bring some cooling relief from the heat. 

"I just can't take the summer months," she sighed to her friend Janean, and rolled over on her stomach, at the same time pulling her top over her head and throwing it on the earth next to her. The hot soil felt uncomfortable against her naked nipples as Teresa wasn't wearing a bra. It was much too hot for underwear.

The dark eyed woman wriggled her rear, undid the belt on her jeans and slipped out of them, stretching her nude body. Janean looked over and admired her friend's ass, realizing why she got so many compliments from the fellows.

Teresa lazily glanced over at Janean. "There ain't nobody about. Strip off and we can lay here for a while, then take a dip in the pool." By pool, Teresa meant a muddy creek just beyond the stand of trees.

Janean smiled at Teresa's but as she turned away, pulled a face, wrinkling her nose and thinking her friend was far more daring than her. But she didn't want Teresa calling her a prude, so she undid her dress and let it fall to the ground. Like her friend she wasn't wearing anything else in this stifling heat. Her black fulsome figure glistened with perspiration, a bead of sweat rolled down her neck, over her breasts and collected in the bush of tight curls around her mound. Her hand brushed over it. She liked the feel. This sultry weather made her randy.

"I'm going to take a dip now," Janean informed her friend, proclaiming her independent spirit. After all she was nineteen and her friend just eighteen. Teresa grunted, closed her eyes and decided to rest before she plunged into the pool.

Janean walked across the shaded area, hesitated at the line where the sun beat down on the earth, took a deep breath and strolled out into the mid-day sun. It took her about five minutes to reach the pool. At least the water looked cool.

She decided to test it, so knelt by the edge, leaned over and scoped up a handful of water, cupped in the palm of her hand.

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Sakil watched the figure walk stately from the trees. He held a right tentacle up and manipulated the digits, which operated the implanted program in his brain. It told him this was the female of the Earth species and he must assume the male role if he was to evolve the genetic code into the next stage. 

He knew metamorphosis would take a few moments, so he let her reach the waters edge, then he moved silently across the ground, using the random molecule distributor to cloak his shape into invisibility. When he was within a few yards of the one who he knew to be labeled Janean, he dispensed with the hidden form and became a human man.

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She didn't have time to scream. One arm wrapped around her, holding Janean in the kneeling position she had adopted. The other powerful hand clamped itself across her mouth. Not only was her assailant strong, but his grip made her lose control, becoming weak and unable to fight.

Sakil didn't understand what he was doing, except answering a program. Therefore, he was surprised that the feel of the woman was good. Pulling her body against his, Sakil liked the sensation of her breasts in her fingers, and although the hardening of this thing called a cock was mechanical in reaction, it gave him an unexplained reaction. Even better was the charge of energy he got when this cock penetrated into the woman. Emotions were unknown to Qualon's. What was this feeling he had as he pumped back and forth into this orifice he knew was her vagina.

The flood of information told him the code would be transferred in this manner. When he felt the connect made Sakil should have discontinued. But he enjoyed the method. To his surprise as he let go of the woman she tried to pull away from their bond. Was she not, like him, experiencing what was transferred in messages as pleasure? He didn't understand. Sakil grabbed her, pushing this woman called Janean down on her stomach, at the same time coming down on her so his cock again went into her. 

The heat in his body happened gain. He didn't see any need to stop, so three times made his bond flow with the code, driving hard into Janean.

Then he heard something. He stopped. It was the voice of another female. The sound was compelling. 

Sakil raised his body from Janean. Already he felt the sinews, the muscles and the gratification in this earthly persona. The Qualon walked steadily toward the call. Such a sweet tone. Reaching the trees this new form trembled at the sight. The woman, who his program told him was Teresa, was just tuning over to see what the commotion was about. Why did he sense such? What was the word? Desire? 

She half-sat up. " Who the hell are you?" Sakil felt she would run away. She couldn't do that. First they must complete the passion?

Quickly he leapt forward, taking her legs, lifting and pushing them back. Teresa screamed. He didn't know why. Sakil came down on her. The woman was shouting, flailing her hands. It didn't hurt. How could it, he was a replica man. That cock throbbed. He heard her scream again, "Rape, rape!"

Was that what it was called? Sakil had a message to say it was copulation. The breeding way. Humans called it, "to fuck."  He loved this woman's body, so he fucked her many times.

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Sitting up on the hill, Sakil made adjustments to the neural system in his brain implant. Although there was great sadness - a stimulated emotion - in his thoughts about the world of Siyon he had left many eons ago - the Qualon took pride in the way his mission had begun. There was another thought he dwelt on.

His bonding with Janean, and especially with Teresa, had not only been successful but also made the assumed body he'd taken at the time an object of delicate joy. There was even vulnerability in this human male form. He replayed the time with Teresa over in his cognitive recall cells. Again he felt the beauty of her body and the response his cock had experienced. Her struggles and screams were part of that delight. Sakil didn't fully understand.

He looked down across the valley and saw the heat haze and fumes rise from the great city in the distance. His antenna sensed much activity in this place. He knew there would be many breeding partners. Spreading the Qualon genetic code would be fulfilling, and this act of copulation brought satisfaction to his mind connections. It was something he detected the humans called  "to fuck."  What had Teresa called it? Rape?

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The doctor closed the door, grimaced at the three policemen and sat heavily in a chair.

"How is she?" the sergeant asked.

"Still rambling," Doctor McCarthy mumbled. "It's not much about the actual rape. Seems she is hallucinating." 

Any description? The sergeant asked.

"Young guy. Very good looking and powerful," the doctor shrugged. "But Teresa keeps getting hysterical that as he walked away the guy became some sort of hideous monster." he added.

"He'll be a dead monster if he strikes again," another policeman chewed the words out. "We've put patrols around the city and these men are trigger happy after the brutal rapes."
 

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The noise was like a dull rifle crack. Then the car shook. Allie struggled with the steering wheel, eventually pulling the car over to the side of the road and up a dirt track. She sat for a moment quivering. Then her heart started  beating incredably  fast and she got out of the car, looked around and gritted her teeth.

"Oh hell, a bloody flat tire," Allie exhaled anger and frustration. And just her double luck! It started to rain. 

The thirty-five year old got back in her car, cursing and swearing but knowing even without the rain, she had no idea how to change a tire. Reaching for her cell phone she made a call to a number, swore again because the garage couldn't come out for two hours, then lit a cigarette and decided there was nothing she could do but sit and wait.

Half an hour dawdled by. Allie heard a noise, turned and saw the young man walking up the track.

"Geez, the garage have decided to come earlier," she muttered. "Wonder where he has left the truck?"

She noticed the muscles rippling in his arm and thought he could lift the car up and change the tire with one hand. He got to the car. Allie opened the door and smiled. 

"Are you waiting for me?" his voice had an accent she didn't recognize. There was an almost simplistic intonation to it.

"Yep," she grinned and got out the car to show him the flat tire, knowing it would, in any case be obvious. He was some hunk. Allie brushed back her long blonde hair and watched him give her this strange look. The man walked over to the car and opened the rear door.

"Funny way to mend a tire," she grinned. He turned to her. A hand snatched out and grabbed Allie. As she kicked and screamed he lifted her off the ground and pushed her down on the back seat of the car.

"The others did not wear these clothes," he said in almost mechanically. Allie tried to scratch and push him away. It had no effect. Holding her down, he ripped at her top, torn it off, followed by her bra. Allie couldn't get up as he held her pinned down with one hand, tugging at her jeans till they were hauled off. His free hand ripped her panties down, and felt over her body from breasts to loins.

He stood up. Allie's eyes watched in terror as he started to undress. She was frozen with fright, unable to move. His cock was erect and a cry came up from within her stomach. She wanted to shriek. Allie knew he was going to rape her. Those powerful hands came down, grabbing her thighs, pushing her legs apart, that muscular body descending, pressing, the hardness of his cock seeking, relentlessly imminently approaching, forcing its way into her labia. Her throat seized up, she closed her eyes. He penetrated deep into her and pumped rhythmically, rocking her innate flesh, taking her, possessing her, violating Allie.

She suffered his incursion into her vagina but knew by his breathing that he would soon ejaculate. "No, no," she weakly muttered. He withdrew from her. But it was not over. Forcibly he turned her over. As she wept he grasped her rear and pulled Allie sobbing onto her knees, thrusting into her presented sex immediately.

Again Allie moaned in protest. He took no notice, abused her for a second time. Then after he gained satisfaction, he overpowered her feeble efforts to resist, rolled her onto her back and raped her for a third time.

Almost in a semi-conscious state, Allie had this nightmare, thinking her attacker was drawing blood from her arm in an instrument like a syringe.

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Sakil's implanted computer had no problems with the analysis of the simple molecular structure of the woman's blood. Allie had been an excellent breeding machine. The Qualon now knew for sure that this planet called Earth was right for the genesis of his race. The first phase of the plans were successfully complete. Now the total master program could be put into operation.

All that night Sakil had been active. He'd prowled among the dark streets of the human's city. Capturing and herding the women was easy. He'd now constructed a breeding colony enclosure among the rocks in a remote part of the hills. And he'd already selected three females to be part of the farm.

Jessica was twenty-one, a student at a college, although Sakil was not impressed with her primitive brain functions. She'd been leaving a nightclub when Sakil had desired her. Waiting in a dark alley, he'd secured her body, taken her to a park and infused his genetic code into her. He'd been surprised that during this procedure, she, like the others, had conducted this ritual of protest, shouting "Rape" at him as he'd bred with her. Her dissent was so vociferous that it had been necessary to bind her wrists after stripping her of the ludicrous garments these people wore.

Now Jessica, along with Cleo and Sonia were naked and chained in the enclosure. He would penetrate the two other women this afternoon after he'd taken Jessica again. He searched the library files in his program and tried to understand more about his reactions at the time he assumed male human form. As a Qualon he experienced nothing. Adopting earth shape and body gave him sensations all over, especially pleasurable in the cock. The references showed anatomical details and gave precise biological functions. 

Sakil also accessed the information, new to him as a Qualon, about sexual games. He studied the positions and programmed how he would 'fuck' the three women in his possession.

First he wanted to experience another sensation. That of the view from the hills into this thing the humans called a city. Sakil floated over to an outcrop and looked down onto the view. The Qualon's beautiful round shape, with the eight sensory arms and the one outlet for communication was balanced by the one adornment of the species, an orange mass on the top of the body, which glowed and pulsated showing the great computer program within his mass.

Three hundred yards away a young policeman raised his rifle. As he looked along the telephoto sight he felt sick at the hidden form. He couldn't believe this creature had been abducting the women of the city.

He squeezed the trigger. Sakil felt this exquisite pain as the bullet hit him. Such a moment of death was almost as wonderful as rape.

THE END 
 

Copyright Emy Naso
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