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Authors name: L. Clyde (lclyde@hotmail.com)
Story title : Alien Invasion - Part One
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Alien Invasion - Part One
by L. Clyde (lclyde@hotmail.com)
***
Two school friends discover a series of terrible sex
crimes occurring in different parts of the world. The
victims are all young women under 21 years old. They are
always attacked whilst in groups and in isolated areas.
After the assault the victims cannot remember a thing.
Despite at least a dozen of these attacks no one in
authority seems to have made an obvious link. Will these
two English schools girls be able to solve this mystery?
Would they do better to ignore the evidence they have
chanced across?
*
Sophia Childs and Paula Brookes sat in the Common room.
They chatted excitedly about the film Alien they had seen
the night before. They compared it to other films of a
similar theme. The conversation soon got deeper and they
both gave their theories on whether or not there was life
on other planets. They noted that the tabloid press was
always keen to publish stories of 'Third encounters' and
alleged alien abductions.
Sophia, who was fairly astute for her fifteen years,
pointed out that most of the abducted seemed to be a bit
simple. Why don't these aliens abduct a top scientist or
a politician? She questioned. The Principle of Sutton
Park Girls' Grammar School would have approved of such an
intellectual argument. She encouraged her students to
question and debate. Their parents had paid good money to
send them to such a prestigious school and they too would
hope for such astuteness.
The pupils studied hard so as not to let their parents
and their school down. They of course were not perfectly
behaved. Compared to the pupils at local sate schools and
colleges they were almost angelic. Their rebellion
against the system comprised of consuming the occasion
bottle of cider or can of lager. Other activities such as
a midnight summer dip in the local lake also took place.
The teachers knew that these things happened and
occasionally challenged them. In the main they choose to
turn a blind eye.
To encourage the students to improve their comprehension
the school library took foreign language magazines. A
week or so after her Alien conversation Sophia was doing
her best to read a copy of a German magazine Stern. It
had an article about the behaviour of members of the
British Royal Family, a regular feature in the European
press. It was filled with photos of various celebrities.
Sophia found it fairly easy to read, but had her
dictionary nearby just in case.
She knew Stern was renowned for it forthright depiction
of national and international events. In the past it has
not held back and has offended many with pictures of dead
bodies and victims of crime. Sophia was unfamiliar with
some of the words in the headline and the text. She
reached for the dictionary. She scribbled down the word
on a scrap of paper. Sex.... Gang.... abduct....
Tourists....
Sophia was appalled and she felt a sickness in the pit of
her stomach. She wished she had not bothered to translate
the headline. Having done so her natural curiosity made
her want to know more. She read the hard-hitting story
slowly so as to understand it, writing down unknown words
and looking them up. She made a point of learning any new
words she discovered. The story unfolded. A group of five
teenage students had been hiking in North Germany as part
of an outward-bound course. They had camped near Merzi
and were attacked in the dead of night.
A Forester found them all the following morning huddled
together in a state of shock. Their tents and clothing
were in tatters and most of their possessions were
vandalised. They were unable to tell the police what had
occurred. Initial Medical examination revealed that they
had all been rapped virginally and anally. The evidence
seemed to suggest that a gang up to thirty had been
involved. Just how the authorities had come that
conclusion was not discussed. But there was the
allegation of a cover-up so that tourism would not be
affected. To date the police had no real leads and were
looking rather incompetent.
The young woman wondered why none of the British press
had picked up on the story. The cynic within her then
realised that as no British people were involved they
would have little interest. That afternoon she met up
with her friend Paula in the school grounds. They sat
under a Horse Chestnut tree and chatted about various
things. The story kept coming into Sophia's mind and she
had to share it. At the appropriate moment she started to
tell her friend. Before she could get past the first part
of the grizzly tale Paula interrupted. To both their
amazement she had read of a similar story on the
Internet. Only her story was not from Germany but from
Altona in the north of the USA.
Paula then told how a minibus full of High school
students travelling back from a hockey match failed to
return home that evening. A search was instigated. The
following morning they were all found huddled together in
the damaged bus up a dirt track. Likewise they had also
been rapped in a similar fashion. The local papers, TV
stations and radio had not even reported it. On the web
page was the normal American paranoia about various
conspiracies.
The girls thought that it was a strange coincidence that
two similar attacks could happen within a couple of weeks
of each other, in completely different parts of the
world. Paula suggested that there might be a link. Sophia
couldn't see that there could be. The conversation then
moved on to other things and then it was time for their
next lessons. During the rest of the day both girls kept
thinking about the stories and tried to fathom out this
mystery.
*
The next morning Sophia was in the library seeking some
extra information for a geography project. She noticed
Paula come in some ten minutes later. They then sat
together whilst carrying on with their individual
studies. Paula was reading a trying to read a French
magazine article as part of her homework. Sophia glanced
over and recognised Paris Match as one that she regularly
read. She found French easier than German on the account
that she had studied the language since she was five
years old. German was something she had only embarked on
for three years.
Paula was having difficulty with the article and asked
her friend for help, which she was pleased to assist
with. After half an hour the French homework was
completed along Sophia had the extra information she
required. They whispered quietly to each other as Sophia
casually flicked through the magazine. She then stopped
and turned back some of the pages.
She felt herself shudder slightly and the hairs stood up
on the back of her neck.
'Look at this! She exclaimed in a load whisper.
Paula looked. Between them they translated the headline,
Perverts.... Attack.... Sleepover.... Girls.
They continued reading only having to use the French
dictionary a couple of times. As they read through the
text the story had a familiar theme. Four juvenile girls
were alone in a house near St Marie in the South of
France. They were all friends having a sleepover. The
parents were away for the weekend and a local neighbour
was keeping an eye on their daughter. She called round
the morning after the party to find the girls naked and
in a state of shock. Again the medial test suggested they
had all been rapped by a large number of individuals.
The local Mayor had refused to comment, as had the local
police. A local man had been arrested but after
investigation been let go without a charge. They said
nothing, folded closed the magazine and left the library.
Both students then quickly hurried to their classes
pondering what they had just discovered.
It was not until the next day that the two friends bumped
into each other in the dinning room. They sat together at
an empty table. Both were impatient to speak but unsure
of how to approach the subject. Sophia couldn't hold back
any longer. She felt sure that all these cases were
linked but could not see how. Paula commented that if
they could show they were linked the newspapers might be
interested in their story. They therefore decided to keep
their theories to themselves and to investigate further.
That evening Sophia and Paula would meet up to discus
their strategy.
Both being borders at the school made meeting up easy.
The rooms were in separate buildings but were jus minutes
apart. They decided to meet in the rose garden were one
would hear what they were saying. Sophia had been back to
the library and photocopied the articles and Paula had
downloaded the American website onto a disc.
They chatted about their discovery but could not come up
with a believable theory. Paula thought that there might
be a link with the occult, but then she did read a lot of
horror novels.
They decided that they would search the Internet for
similar stories. A visit the Central library in
Birmingham on Saturday to look at foreign magazines would
also be worthwhile. Saturday soon came and Paula visited
the school computer suite and started search for
international new stories. It was a good day to use the
computers as most of the students choose to visit family
or local shopping centres. Sophia made her way on the bus
to the City Centre and found a table near to the
magazines. In her bag she had Spanish and Italian
dictionaries. She had borrowed them from other students
on the pretence that she might be going on holiday to
those lands in the near future.
Sitting near was an old man who she thought looked a
little like Father Christmas! Sophia flicked though an
Italian and French magazine without finding any thing
relevant. She returned them to the rack and took a
Spanish and a Portuguese publication. As she struggled to
read them she noticed that the old man was shaking his
head and tutting as he read a magazine. 'Terrible
terrible,' he uttered under his breath in a strange
ascent.
Sophia felt sorry for him. She knew she shouldn't talk to
strangers but he seemed harmless. She lent forward and
asked him if he was all right. He explained that there
was a dreadful story in his Swedish magazine. He went on
to explain that originally he was from Sweden but had
lived in England for some twenty years. He still had many
friends and relations in Sweden. She asked him just what
the magazine had said. He replied that a young lady of
her tender years should not be subject to such a story.
Sophia reached across the table and touched his hand. She
assured him that she was not that young and it might be
helpful for him to share his story.
Reluctantly he started to explain. Sophia felt her mouth
drop open a little as in guarded terms he explained how a
group of female university students had been attacked
whilst saying in a holiday lodge near Niemis in Sweden.
All of them had been 'defiled'. He then spoke of his
shame explaining that such things do not happen in
Sweden. He then folded up the publication politely wished
her well and left. Once he was out of site Sophia took
the magazine out of the rack. She remembered the page he
was looking at. She then went over to the photocopier,
placed a coin in the slot and made a copy of the article.
*
Sunday morning the two friends once again met up in the
Rose garden. They were both eager to exchange notes.
Sophia quickly related the story from the Library and
showed the cutting. Paula had spent some two hours with
numerous searches and had found similar stories on
various websites around the world. Nearly every part of
the western world seemed to have had similar atrocities
carried out on small groups of young women in isolated
areas.
That afternoon they removed a map of the World from one
of the walls and laid it out on the floor of Sophie's
room. With the help of a school atlas they then placed
small pieces of paper in the approximate places the
attacks took place. St Marie in South of France, Aoix in
North Spain, Boulay in France and Merzi in northern
Germany. The list from articles and the internet
continued, Niemis in Sweden, Kukkola in Finland, Altona
in the north of the USA and Farnham in southern Canada,
Sanderson Texas and Santo Domingo in Mexico and finally
the Percival Lakes area in Western Australia, which had
suffered two incidents. Most of the attacks seemed to
have happened in twos, usually within 60 miles of each
other. They reckoned that they had discovered around
twelve attacks in the last three months and still no one
in the media had picked up on this international story.
They wondered how many other attacks there had been in
more secretive countries. They knew from their studies
that countries with strict religious codes would shun a
woman who had been rapped. Many women chose to suffer in
silence rather than face ridicule and poverty. Clearly
this was a story that was worth telling but who too? They
felt pleased with themselves. But it had been a tiring
day and they really should have some fun. They had
arranged to meet up with three of their friends that July
evening. Veronica, Mary and Manisha had planned to have a
drink down by the lake in the local Country Park and had
invited them along too. With the term nearly over they
felt they all deserved it. Technically the Lake and its
grounds were out of bounds after dark, but no one would
know. The punishment would just be a telling off as they
were very rarely in trouble, in fact they could be have
been called model pupils.
They returned the map to its place in the corridor and
then returned to their rooms. Sophia dozed but was awoken
by Paula. She said they had all decided to take their
swimming costumes with them in case they fancied a swim.
Sophia didn't like swimming so said she would not be
taking hers but she was happy if they wanted to. They met
up at the rear of the school grounds near the Sports
Pavilion. A well-worn hole in the old fence lead in to
the large Country Park. The pupils were very familiar
with the Park. It was used by the school for
orienteering, cross-country running and biology
fieldwork. For the pupils of Sutton Park it was also an
ideal place to relax after studying.
They soon were walking along the Park's well-worn
woodland paths. Within twenty minutes they were on one of
the secluded sandy banks of the lake, having pushed their
way through some undergrowth. They then sat down and
unpacked the alcohol from their shoulder bags. Between
the five of them was a good share of white wine cider and
lager not forgetting a small bottle of vodka! Their
parents would not have approved at all as they passed
around the various drinks, swigging them from the
bottles!
In fact their parents would not have approved even if
they had drunk them in a feminine way out of a tumbler.
Mary's father was a Bishop in a Black Pentecostal Church.
He lectured his Caribbean congregations on the dangers of
'Demon Drink.' Rum had been the downfall of her
grandfather and thus she had heard this tale time and
time again. Manisha was of Asian extraction. She was born
in England but her parents had moved to the UK from
India. They had tried to bring her up in their Hindu
traditions whilst allowed her a fair amount of freedom.
However, they still expected her to have an arranged
marriage and to avoid alcohol and bad behaviour. She took
this opportunity whilst at school to do things that in a
couple of years she could never do again.
Paula's parents were Roman Catholic and whilst not
fanatical expected her to obey the school rules and the
Commandments. Sophia, and Veronica had both had a more
liberal bringing up but their parents would have been a
little shocked to see them getting drunker by the moment.
With a third of the drink gone Manisha stands up and
announces that she is going for a swim. With that she
starts to unwrap her skirt and pull off her large tee
shirt.
Soon she was down to her white plunge back swimsuit. She
had bought it on the previous day and was dieing to show
it off. Her mother would have never chosen such a skimpy
item. It didn't quite cover her well-rounded bottom
allowing everyone to catch a little glimpse of her
cheeks. When she turned around her friends giggled as
they noticed that it hardy covered her pubic area! A tiny
triangle of material just about kept her modesty from
view. Her 34b breasts we accentuated by the tight sheer
fabric. The costume gave the onlooker a tease as a tiny
amount of breast protruded from each side of the design.
Manisha had chosen it to shock and it had done the trick!
She wouldn't be permitted to wear it in the presence of
her family but this evening everything was permitted.
Not wishing to miss out on the fun Mary and Christina
slipped out of their clothing to reveal their swimsuits.
Mary's brown body looked good in her rather traditional
dark blue suit. Her breasts were a good size smaller than
Manisha's and she was below average height. However, her
well-rounded rear and gorgeous grin made other girls a
little jealous. Christina joked about her boring school
regulation swimsuit. She stated that she didn't know it
was a fashion show!
Despite its uniform appearance the black Lycra suited
her. Her short blond hair, golden skin and long legs
looked good against the dark fabric. Paula waited until
last before slipping out of her summer dress. She
announced that she couldn't find her costume so had put
on one of her old dance leotards. Despite the fading
light its shocking pink colour could be seen. She had her
long dark hair tied back. Her trim athletic figure was
hugged tightly by the garment, which had fitted her so
well last summer but now really was too small.
Soon all four were splashing about in the lake. They
didn't have care about what they were wearing, there was
no one to impress. At this time in the evening the dog
walkers and bird-watchers had gone. In fact it was common
practice for some of the more outlandish pupils to
skinny-dip in the Lake. The water was not very deep if
the swimmer stayed within ten meters of the bank. In
their drunken state they wisely decided that they would
stay nearby. Sophia looked on drinking another bottle of
beer. She had lost count of how many drinks she had
consumed. One thing was for certain. She needed to have a
pee. She called out to them to explain why she was going
back into the undergrowth. They laughed and Christina
announced that she had already been in the Lake!
The light was now starting to fade as Sophia started to
make her way through the undergrowth out of their view.
She found a small clearing pulled down her shorts and
panties and gave a sigh as she relieved herself. She then
began to pull up and adjust her clothing. For some reason
her eyes were drawn to the dusk sky. She could see a blue
light in the distance. She wondered if it was a
helicopter or a light airplane. Suddenly the whole area
was bathed in an electric blue light. For a moment she
was mesmerised. It reminded her al little of a nightclub
she had visited a few months earlier.
Sophia finished fastening her shorts and started to make
her way back to the waters edge. As she approached the
last line of scrub she stopped still. She could no longer
hear her friends' laughter and noise. She gingerly peered
through the bush in front of her. She then froze in
fright. In the sky above the lake was a large dome-shaped
object, about the size of a marquee. It was completely
transparent. She was aware of a slight hum, which was
barely audible. All other sounds seemed to have stopped.
Her four friends were just standing upright in the water,
which rested calmly around their waists.
She continued to try and focus on the dome. She could now
see it hovering above the edge of the lake just meters
from her. Around its circumference she could plainly see
people standing. It then came to rest just above her
friends' heads. None of them moved it was a though they
were all in a trance. She could now see the occupants a
little more clearly. They appeared to wearing some kind
of metallic uniform. She could count sixteen of them.
Then in unison they removed their headwear. They looked
like young men in their twenties but were completely
bald. They then stepped out of the all-in-one suits. At
this point Sophia pinched herself. This was the stuff of
movies and fictional books. To her amazement she did not
wake up. She refocused on the craft. The men inside were
now naked. From her position she could only see their
rears.
She continued looking secretly hoping that one might turn
round! For the moment she forgot her friends who
continued to stand motionless in the water. The alcohol
had clearly affected her judgment. Ordinarily she would
have ran to get help but for some reason she stayed and
continued to observe. The craft then lowered itself
further so that it nearly touched the surface of the
water. Her friends were now within the dome. She willed
them to dive and swim away but they continued to stand
apparently unaware of what was happening.
A few moments passed and nothing happened. Then just like
a conjurers trick her friends began to rise out of the
water. Soon they were levitating in a standing position.
They all stared towards her with blank expressions. The
men then levitated towards them surrounding them. Then
they moved back and formed four groups each one
surrounding a different girl. In this new formation
Sophia could see what she desired. In deed she now had a
very good view of a man's front. But it was not as she
had seen in the biology textbook, or for that matter in
the porn mags that occasionally were passed around. For
these men had not one penis but two, which stood erect
and were much bigger than she had envisaged.
They both sprung from the normal place and the one
nearest from the body was the largest measuring some ten
inches in length. The other only a modest six inches.
Sophia could not believe her eyes; in fact she rubbed
them, in the vain attempt to wake up from this weird
dream.
As she looked up she noticed that her friends were now
levitating on their backs each still surrounded by four
beings. Sophia then noticed the being put forth their
arms bringing them to rest a few inches above the
hovering girls. Then in a second the flimsy fabric of
their swimwear was torn from their young bodies. Sophia
could clearly see Christina naked apart from a few stands
of her black regulation swimsuit. She was only about
eight meters away. Her perfect well-toned body and
unblemished skin now completely revealed bathed the blue
cosmic light. Then, as if cords were attached to her
ankles, her legs started to rise until they were at a
forty-five degree angle to her body.
For a few moments they remained in the same position. The
beings then circled around their victims. They then
stopped in a new formation. One was positioned facing the
legs, whilst the other four stood to the side of each
girl. The legs were then jerked open by some invisible
force. Sophia could clearly see Christiana's trimmed
pubic hair. To her left she could just view the naked
breasts of Manisha. Her dark nipples and areola proudly
standing out silhouetted against the strange light.
What happened next made all Sophia's research into the
international outbreak of sex crimes make some sense. The
being at each girl's feet approach and oozed from the end
of their largest glad a milk-like substance, which looked
like hand-cream. It gently flowed from its bulbous end
and fell on their prisoner's pubic area. A had then came
forward and began to gently smooth the gooey liquid on
their virginal orifices. She wanted to look away as she
viewed her friend Christina being assaulted. But the
mysterious way in which it was being carried out made her
want to watch. It didn't look like a sex attack but
rather a surgical procedure.
Continued, soon...?
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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