Jake Witherspoon was the first human to see the alien invaders. Of course, at the time, he did not recognize them for what they were. Jake was the jock of all jocks at his high school. He was the starting quarterback for the varsity, he was the point guard for the varsity, and he was the star pitcher for the varsity. Oh, and he was so handsome, the girls would swoon if he just smiled at them. Jake's problem was that he knew all of this and took full advantage of it.
On top of everything else, Jake's father made so much money that there was no way the family was going to spend it as fast as he made even more money. Oh, well, everyone has his cross to bear.
As a token of this vast wealth, Jake drove a classic Mustang convertible. The car was bright red with red upholstery, all the better to hide the occasional drops of virgin blood dribbled on the seats. By the time every one of the best looking girls in the high school had ridden in the car, Jake had fucked them—that was a condition of having a date with Jake and getting to ride in his car. Of course, Jake never used "protection," and that was why the local office of Planned Parenthood did such a thriving post-coital business.
Jake encountered the alien invader as he was driving home from an afternoon baseball game in which, naturally, he was the winning pitcher and the DH with two home runs. There were no females in the car because Jake was storing up for his date that night with the head cheerleader. She was what might be called Jake's "main squeeze," if he had one. He had fucked her more often than any other girl, but that did not mean that he had any feeling for her. She just had an educated cunt and was in love with Jake. Jake did not share the feeling, but didn't want to ruin a good thing by telling her that.
The first invader he saw was in the form of a blue-eyed blond who made the cheerleader look like a stray dog! She, for lack of a better word, was dressed in the minimum bikini and was carrying a blanket. She was walking toward the lake where the youth of the community liked sex, swimming, and sex. As soon as he saw her, Jake went into autopilot. Here was a delectable female in the proper age range that he had never before fucked, so he just had to sample the merchandise.
Jake rolled to a stop beside the young woman and offered her a ride in his most suave manner, namely, "Hey, Honey! Want a lift?" No girl had ever turned him down, so he was confident that this one would be no exception. The girl never said a word, she just tossed her blanket on the backseat of the Mustang and stepped over the closed door to take a seat beside Jake. Jake nearly had a heart attack when she did this, because her bikini slipped to the side as she slung her leg over, and he got a full flash of her pussy. The flash was so complete that Jake could see that she did not even keep a "landing strip" worth of pussy hair to conceal her beauty.
Something very rare for Jake, but he needed a full 15 seconds to recover enough to drive toward the lake. Of course, he never expected to get there. Jake had a special, private make-out spot that none of the other denizens of the high school ever dared to penetrate without a specific invitation from Jake. Therefore, Jake knew that it would be clear, and there would be nothing to inhibit his inevitable conquest of this no-doubt tasty pussy and everything that went with it. Hell, the woman was even providing the blanket for the extra-auto activities!
They arrived at the parking place, and Jake smoothly shifted into full seduction mode. That involved grabbing the woman's right tit and pulling her over close enough for a deep French Kiss. The girls Jake dated were already primed for his attentions by then with a flood of pussy juice flowing and nipples standing at full attention. Therefore, Jake had never had to develop any subtlety in his approach; in fact, he was used to fighting the girls off while he took his time feeling them up. Though the woman did not know Jake from Adam's off ox, she did not object to what Jake was doing, so he never got suspicious. Jake just assumed that his manly charms had already overpowered any resistance the woman might have had.
Jake continued to kiss the girl whose name he had never bothered to ask for. He slipped his hand under her bikini top and deftly flipped it up and off both her tits with one smooth and well practiced motion. Her tits were magnificent C-cups, and her nipples were standing out like the telegraph poles they were, advertising the fact that she was hot to trot. Jake couldn't resist and immediately began sucking on her right nipple, as that was the easiest one to reach as he leaned across her chest.
Meanwhile, with his usual concern for the girl's feelings, Jake had pushed aside her bikini bottom so that he could reach her pussy. He pinched her clit hard enough to make a normal woman scream, but all this woman did was open her legs even farther in invitation to Jake's exploring hand. Without further ado, Jake slipped two fingers into the girl's cunt and began searching for her G-spot. Even Jake knew that a fully aroused girl was a better fuck every time.
Jake pushed himself higher and higher on the arousal scale without paying too much attention to the woman with him. By this time, his dates were already begging Jake to fuck them, so he was not surprised when the woman reached into the backseat for her blanket. She opened her door and pulled Jake with her out onto the ground.
With a sure and practiced shake of her hand, the blanket was unfolded and lying in perfect position for use as a platform for fucking. It would have been amazing to a disinterested observer as to how fast she had Jake out of his clothes. Somewhere in that time, her bikini had also disappeared, so the two naked participants were ready for what they both wanted.
The alien invader lay on her back and raised her knees to exactly the proper angle to accept Jake's average size cock. Jake always thought of himself as on the large side of normal because the girls often raved over how big he felt when he penetrated them. Actually, it was only the virgins who said this, but Jake's ego ascribed the comment to all of the girls he had fucked. The virgins had nothing else to compare him to, so his cock did feel like it was extra large to their inexperienced cunts.
Jake slid his cock into the alien's cunt with his usual disregard for letting the woman adjust to his penetration. He reveled in the feel of the very tight tunnel he was forcing himself into and to the squeals of discomfort from the women he penetrated. Jake really had no interest whatsoever in whether or not the recipients of his cock enjoyed it or not—they were just supposed to be grateful for the attention he was deigning to show them.
The alien was well indoctrinated into the way a normal woman would react to what Jake was doing, and she followed the programming to the letter. She groaned in the right places and moaned at the right times, so Jake was never tipped that he was fucking something other than a normal human female. The alien even faked an orgasm when Jake finally squirted his jizz into her cunt. Jake pulled out and noted that the woman was a better fuck than he normally encountered, but he did not speculate beyond that.
Jake rested a few minutes before getting dressed, as was his custom, so the alien had plenty of time to do what else she was programmed for. Central Control, I have succeeded in extracting semen from the test subject. It is now being processed and analyzed.
Very well, Android #217, don't let him escape while we are studying the results of the analysis ... Excellent, Android #217! This is exactly the type of male we were looking for. Ship him to us for further processing.
The alien android removed a large plastic bag from a hitherto hidden pouch inside her body and slipped it over the sleeping form of Jake Witherspoon. She touched some buttons on a control panel that unfolded from her wrist and Jake simply disappeared. A few moments later, Jake's body reappeared in the same plastic bag, but this time there was no sign of life.
The alien placed the lifeless body in the driver's seat of the classic Mustang, started the engine, and drove it into a tree hard enough to shatter the front of the car and to cause a fire which almost completely consumed the body that had once represented Jake Witherspoon. Android #217 replaced her bikini and folded her blanket in preparation for hunting up another sample of the human male for processing.
Meanwhile, back at Central Control, the real Jake Witherspoon was undergoing processing by his captors. He was restrained within some sort of field that had complete control of his voluntary muscles, but allowed his involuntary muscles, such as his heart and lungs, to continue operating in a normal manner.
To Jake, everything was completely silent, though a lively conversation was going on about him in a mental barrage. Well, Annor, what do you think? Did we find a suitable subject for the breeding program?
Absolutely, Bilnor! This one is perfect. He has very active sperm, so our females should be able to produce a lot of offspring from him. The tests run by Android #217 showed that he has excellent DNA for our purposes. The restraining field is holding him very well, so we should be able to extract every bit of the semen that he can produce without needing any voluntary input from him. That electric jolt through his testicles every six hours should make him ejaculate everything that he has produced since the previous jolt. If we are lucky, he should produce semen for the next 30 or 40 years.
Excellent! But I do wonder, Annor. Do you think that he can feel the 145 volts that surges through him every six hours?
Oh, I'm sure he does. On the other hand, I really don't care. Did you read his dossier? Such a person as him deserves punishment for the way he treated the females he dealt with. I, for one, am happy to see what I consider appropriate retribution. I have to admit that I actually smiled at the way he tried to scream at his most recent "milking."
Android #217, having completed her assignment at the local lake, had dressed in a normal, but very attractive, sundress and had donned high-heeled sandals for her trip into town for her next target. The walk of seven miles was not important to her because her fusion power source could keep her running for years without replacement. The result was that she could never become tired. She could have walked hundreds of miles if her mission had demanded it, but it didn't.
Despite the lack of difficulty walking, she did not want to attract the wrong kind of attention, so she accepted a ride from a woman driving into town on an errand. Her command of English was excellent, and she was completely competent in the local idiom, so she had no trouble holding up her end of the conversation as they rode into town. Android #217 was dropped off in front of the major hotel in town, and she went into the lobby until the kind woman had driven out of sight.
On second thought, this was the perfect place to wait for the time of her next mission, so she sat down. She picked up a newspaper from the seat beside her and pretended to read as she listened to the mental signals from the humans who happened to walk by her chair.
Android #217 was startled out of her semi-quiescent state by the jolt of a thought that jerked her attention into full focus. A man walked by as he thought, God Damn It! Look at that prime piece of kiddy pussy checking in with what must be her mother. The woman ain't bad, either, but I sure would like a piece of that kid's pussy.
The man made a point of stepping into line at the desk just behind the woman so that he could learn her room number. Aha! Room #1223. I still have time this afternoon to visit these two before supper. As soon as I check in, I'll be on my way. The man was assigned to Room #942, and he hurried off to get ready to visit the two females whom had caught his eye.
Central Control? This is Android #217. I have a prospect for us that is not on any of the lists. Do you want me to snare him? His name is Arthur Hawkins, but I have not had an opportunity to check for further information. I have to act quickly because he plans to rape a mother and her child within the next hour. What should I do?"
Android #217, remain where you are for a few minutes until we can verify that he is a suitable target. There was no more communication for a short while, then Android #217 heard, Yes, Arthur Hawkins is an excellent target. He is a rapist of children, though he does occasionally branch out to adults. You have our permission to grab him. If necessary, we can check his DNA after he is delivered to us.
Android #217 took the elevator to the ninth floor and went to Hawkins' room. She knocked on his door and was invited in. "What do you want?"
"I saw you check in, and I wondered if you wanted some companionship. My 'date' failed to show up, so I am at sort of loose ends. I'm available for the next two hours if you are interested."
Hawkins never paid for sex, and he didn't plan to do so with this woman, but she did tickle his sex nerves. He figured that he wouldn't lose anything if he took her and saved the kid for later on in the evening. "Sure, Honey, I'm always interested in the kind of companionship that you are offering."
It was not long before both of them were naked on the bed, and Arthur was putting his cock into her cunt. "Honey, you've got the nicest looking pussy I've seen in some time. It's a pleasure to fuck you."
"Thank you, Sir. Your cock ain't bad, either." Since this was purely a business transaction, Hawkins did not see any importance in letting his partner get off, so he simply pumped into her until he squirted. As he expected, she faked an orgasm, but that was just to maintain appearances for the moment.
Central Control, this is Android #217. I have extracted the sample from Arthur Hawkins. Please give me your opinion.
OK, wait one ... Yeah, he is acceptable. Package him up and send him in.
That was all the information that Android #217 needed. She used her fantastic strength to close off Hawkins' arteries to his brain long enough for him to pass out. Once that was done, she packaged him in the plastic bag she had used for Jake Witherspoon and sent him on his way.
Well, Bilnor, it looks like we have a real winner in Android #217. This latest bonus package will do well in our breeding program. I am a little disappointed in the amount of semen he produces, but I think that the six-hour "milking" cycle will still be suitable.
Yes, Annor, and I especially like the look on his face when he gets the electric shock through his testicles. That's one that deserves whatever pain he feels.
Android #217 took the duplicate of Arthur Hawkins to the roof and threw him off. The fall of 22 stories was enough to prevent a very detailed autopsy, so there was no question about who it was who had jumped.
It was just getting dark, so Android #217 left the hotel and walked toward the site of her next pickup. There was a serial rapist and murderer named Virgil Jones who was operating in a poor, but respectable, residential section. He preyed on working women who were forced to come home after dark. Android #217 had been briefed on his probable location for tonight, so she headed for that place at a deliberate pace. She was walking passed an alley when she was jerked in.
Unfortunately, her automatic defense mechanism took over and she chopped the man in the throat with the edge of her palm. His windpipe was crushed, but she managed to get him shipped to Central Control before he died. They were able to save him, and he spent the rest of his life having his balls shocked every six hours.
The next day, Android #217 headed toward the bonanza of prospects of the type that she was looking for. Specifically, she was looking for wife-abusers, and there was no better place to find that kind of man than to ask an abused wife. She rode the subway, and she was distracted at one point from her task by the thoughts emanating from a young man sitting just across from her. His skin was as black as the proverbial Ace of Spades, but his face conformed to the handsome classification, no matter what his skin color.