Return to Earth, Part III

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Aurora 28-2

Return to Earth, Part III

By Sharon Best, Janissa, Tex Beethoven and David

(Last Revision: 29-Sep-96)

The Upper Stratosphere of Earth

Screaming in terror, Symbala was hurtled out of the ship and into the hypersonic slipstream at 80,000 feet of altitude, her body twisting and tumbling out of control. And ordinary woman would have been ripped apart by the supersonic shockwaves and would have exploded from minuscule air pressure, but Symbala was most certainly not a normal woman. Yet despite her powers, she was helpless, her body at the mercy of the elements.

Monique was similarly terrified, not for herself, but for her new friend. She had found little time so far for ‘small talk’ with her new lover, and was not fully aware of Symbala’s unique heritage. Fearing for Symbala’s safety, she leaped from the disintegrating wreckage to try to reach Symbala, hoping to cushion her impact against the ground with her own body, wishing for the hundredth time that she had developed the ability to fly like the true Velorians or Kryptonians had.

Monique tucked her arms and legs behind her, using a skydiving technique she had seen in the movies in an attempt to fall faster, trying to catch up with Symbala. Looking down, she saw nearly continuous flashes of violent lightning… it was directly below them!

She had nearly caught up with Symbala when the girl suddenly disappeared into the top of a huge boiling cloud, its ceiling well above 60,000 feet. Squinting her eyes, Monique tried to track Symbala inside of the cloud, part of her realizing that no cloud top should be THAT high in the atmosphere.

Unknown to either of them, the two girls were falling into the top of a massive cumulo-nimbus cloud, a thunderstorm, a VERY LARGE thunderstorm! Down below them, severe thunderstorm and tornado warnings had already been issued, and thousands of eyes now stared upward at the greenish-black clouds. The night air over northern Georgia grew still, but was charged with mammoth latent energy. The residents of the area were painfully familiar with such monster storms. They knew that the hail from storms like this could grow as large as their fists and that these storms often spun off tornadoes that could ‘Hoover’ up their crops, and sometimes even their homes! Many of the older residents started to feel the hackles rising unconsciously on the backs of their necks: they didn’t need the Weather Channel to tell them that the storm was stalling out directly over their county; they knew that this would be a memorable night. Someone was going to see a tornado very closely before this night was over! And that someone was located very close to them!

*

Monique had almost caught up with Symbala once again when she was suddenly pounded from below by huge chunks of hail. The violent updraft that was lifting the stones almost stopped her fall completely as she saw Symbala spinning off to the side, her body caught in a violent rotation that was starting along the wall of the updraft that had caught her own body. She suddenly was whisked from view by a solid wall of golfball-sized hail and rain, Monique’s body twisting violently in a different direction as she and Symbala were rapidly separated by 10,000 foot per minute gradients in airflow. She was now spinning around and around so fast that she could no longer focus in the direction she had seen Symbala disappear. She soon lost any idea of direction, her body flung around so violently that she didn’t even know up from down, left from right.

* * *

Symbala also felt her body spinning faster and faster, realizing with horror that she was caught in the early stages of a cyclone! Her own planet often experienced such storms and she knew all about the power they could exert, her grandfather’s house having been carried a half mile into the sky during a massive storm that had struck his farm, the old man’s invulnerability barely enough to survive the resulting fall.

Symbala was a native of the planet of Tanzrobi, one of the members of the far-flung Arion Empire. Several centuries previous to the genetic engineering they had performed on the Velorian race, the beings known as the ‘Velorian Gods’ had performed a similar experiment on a seed stock of abducted African Terrans, developing their techniques considerably, but not to the extent they would later achieve during their crafting of the Velorians.

Over thousands of years, the Tanzrobians had responded to their planet’s fierce sun and violently unstable climate by evolving into a very dark-skinned race noted for their extreme invulnerability, although their other powers were normally rather less than those of the Arion Primes. Because of Symbala’s lengthy session of sexual submission to the Kryptonian Sh’Lyra, her physical strength had been enhanced to the point where she was more powerful than any other Tanzrobian who had ever lived, nearly the equal of a Prime!

Yet it was her invulnerability that made her unique! As befitted her proud race, she would normally have been far more invulnerable than any Arion Prime. but now, thanks to Sh’Lyra’s mutagenic hormones, her resistance to injury was at virtually Kryptonian or Velorian levels! However, having lived in the ‘protected’ environment of Sh’Lyra’s slave ship since the expansion of her powers, she was herself still largely unaware of how dramatically she had changed.

Despite all her super powers, her strength several hundred times that of the Terrans who lived below her, she knew she was totally helpless in such a storm. She fell lower and lower, her velocity increasing as she spun around faster and faster, her body caught in the core of winds that were developing into a massive tornado! Hail and pieces of debris from the Earth below began to smack into her body with tremendous force as she approached the ground, some of the blows actually stinging despite her near total invulnerability.

She was forced to endure this assault for almost twenty minutes before she finally saw the ground coming up beneath her, her body spinning several times per second around the outside of a two hundred foot wide funnel of raging death. Her body was traveling at nearly 350 miles per hour when she was suddenly flung from the tornado itself, tumbling end over end to smash through the heavy oak beams of an old building that was standing alone in the middle of a grove of tall trees. Crashing through the roof, her steely body snapped a huge foot-thick oaken beam that crossed over the central room of the building. She suddenly fell face first down onto the wooden floor below, directly into the middle of a group of men who were standing in a circle, most of whom were wearing white gowns with tall white masks over their faces!

Crumpling into a heap in the middle of them, her strong gorgeous legs twisted beneath her, she looked up to see the wide open eyes of the men as they stared at her from behind the cutouts in their masks. She saw the bright red crosses on their draping white costumes, suddenly feeling afraid for reasons she could not define. After all, these men were only Terrans, weren’t they? The atmosphere of the room grew suddenly cold as she saw hostility in both the un-shrouded faces and in the cloaked eyes that surrounded her.

* * *

The Grand Duke of the KKK, a man named Gary Fallow, paused the proceedings as soon as he heard the wind starting to beat against the windows of the old church. He had just heard the sirens from the nearby town and knew that a tornado warning had finally been issued; the storm that had been building for the last hour was finally spawning one of the tornadoes everyone had been fearing. He was just preparing to tell the brotherhood to take shelter in the basement when there was a violent crash up near the ceiling, and a shower of roofing tar and splintered wood fell onto the assembled men. A moment later, a young woman of maybe 21 or 22 years of age, crashed heavily to the floor directly in front of him, her body impacting so strongly that she crushed one of the old oak pews that made up the church seating.

They quickly saw that she did not look like a local girl. She was wearing an extremely short red miniskirt and long white boots that came up nearly to her knees, her top was a tiny halter with one side nearly torn off, one breast fully visible through the rips. She had long straight black hair that fell over her bare shoulders and covered half her face, and startlingly large deep-blue eyes. She looked beautiful and powerful and somehow alien, her physique reminding some of the men of the pictures they had seen of that so-called “Supergirl”, Kara Matthews, whose picture had appeared in numerous magazines over the last year or so. She resembled that awesome woman very strongly, except for one very important detail. This girl was BLACK!

Gary spat in disgust as he looked down at her, the color of her skin overriding any other impression he may have had of her. He was about to say something rude when the man standing beside him, a man known as Cracker to his friends, spoke up first. “Goddamn it, Gary, the girl’s a fucking nigger! She must have been hiding up in the rafters, spying on us!”

Both men knew they were in trouble now. Cracker was the Sheriff of a neighboring county and Gary was the mayor of the largest city in this part of Georgia. Their powerful positions in the KKK were closely held secrets. In fact, this meeting was the most secret of all the KKK’s meetings, a gathering of the High Council of northern Georgia. The remaining men were leaders of the movement in the surrounding ten counties, all of them now gathered here for their monthly meeting, a meeting where they planned how they would further their movement’s largely illegal causes.

They had to be very careful, the Department of Justice had many agents in the area who were trying to discover who the real leaders of the organization were, especially after the fatal bombing at that black-owned business in a nearby town two months earlier, one that these men had personally planned!

Cracker stepped confidently forward as he proved why he had been elected Sheriff in his county.

“Goddamn it, Gary, she must have been listening to our whole meeting from up there in the rafters, probably just some kind of DOJ spy. Look of those cheerleader clothes! The shameless bitch ain’t from around here, that’s for sure! There’s no doubt about it, she knows way too much to let her go!”

Looking around while Cracker spoke, Gary agreed with him and saw that half of the men had already removed their masks as they had prepared to head down into the basement. Their pointed hoods not only made it difficult for them to be seen, they made it equally difficult for them to be able to see their way down a dark flight of stairs! Looking down again, he saw the girl’s eyes staring upward to clearly see their faces, the very faces that MUST remain secret for this High Council, the members composed of the captains of industry and local politicians, to remain effective and beyond the reach of the Federal officials. He turned to watch as Cracker reached beneath his white gown, withdrawing a large handgun, a .45 auto. He immediately aimed it at the girl as she lay on the floor.

The girl’s large blue eyes glanced at Cracker’s before turning back to meet Gary’s again, the girl staring up at him with shocked amazement in her bright eyes. Gary was surprised; she was the first blue-eyed black woman he had ever seen! In fact, she had the largest and prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen on anyone, her orbs almost seeming to glow from beneath her long tangled raven hair as she looked up at him, a questioning pucker on her lips. Despite being black, he was enough of a man to notice that she was very pretty!

“Hold off a minute, Cracker,” Gary said softly, “lets keep her alive until we know who she works for and how she knew we’d be meeting here this month. We may have an informer in our midst!” The two men stood still, Cracker’s finger itching to shoot the girl now and get this over with. But he realized that Gary was making sense, how DID she know they were going to meet here? No one outside this room knew that! Quickly looking at the other men as they gathered around, he felt a little sick to his stomach. A traitor in their midst!?

None of the men moved to help the girl as she started struggling back to her feet, pushing aside the splintered remains of the oak pew that were partially trapping her legs beneath it. Gary looked up at the high ceiling and then down at the crushed pew and wondered how she could have fallen from that height to land here without being injured or killed, especially since she had crashed down with enough force to crush the hardwood of the pew! Yet she didn’t look to be injured at all, her smooth black skin totally unmarked, her body looking like one of the erotic dancers he sometimes watched in the strip clubs down in Atlanta! He couldn’t help but stare at her legs as she untangled them from the splintered wood, amazed that they could look so strong yet be so gorgeously shapely! There wasn’t a mark on her despite the violence of her fall!

He knew that despite her good fortune in being uninjured, they could never let her walk out of this building. She could now identify enough of his men to set the movement back twenty years in this part of Georgia, if she ever talked to the Feds! Looking down at the bright primary colors of the torn fragments of clothing she wore, he could imagine that it almost was some kind of a strange uniform. Hell, she might even BE a Fed, as Cracker had suggested!

“Jimmy, Gus,” Cracker shouted to two large men that had come over from the next county, men that they had often used to ‘enforce’ some of the council’s decisions. “Grab the bitch’s hands and take ‘er downstairs with yer. She ain’t going nowhere, but we still just gotta get underground ‘fore that twister strikes. Feels like a really big’un comin’.”

The two large men reached forward to grab the girl, lifting her roughly and cruelly to her feet, half by her hair and half by her arms. They paused when she tried to stand on her own, their eyes staring down at the firmest and largest tits they had ever seen on a girl: they were sticking straight out from her body like they were filled with silicone! ‘BayWatch tits’, one of the men muttered to himself as he smiled broadly at the girl! They were obviously bloated after a trip to the plastic surgeon!

*

Symbala felt the men’s arms pulling her up and trying to drag her toward the stairs. She was having trouble figuring out what they were saying, despite knowing a little bit of their language. She had been studying Terran languages while stationed on the R&R ship, Sh’Lyra directing her to learn it so that she could better command the newer slaves that she was occasionally assigned for training, ones that had not yet been brain-implanted with the ability to speak Arion. The Arion language had been committed to brainwave recordings for centuries, but these numerous Terran languages still needed to be learned the old-fashioned way.

And while she had no idea what a ‘nigger’ was, it hadn’t been a term they had taught her in her language classes, the man had been right when he said she was Black. She was very proud of that, the entirety of Tanzrobi was populated by dark-skinned people. While she was not truly black-skinned - her skin color was actually a deep shiny chocolate brown - she most CERTAINLY wasn’t white! Not like these men! Except for their reddened faces and necks, these were the whitest men she had EVER seen!

Despite the language problem, she could tell when someone was threatening to use force against her. She was about to pull away from the two men, their soft grips and slack flabby muscles, at least compared to the enhanced norm she was used to, making it apparent that they were vastly weaker than she was. But she heard the roar of the storm approaching again, and quickly decided that she had had enough of such storms for one night. Relaxing her immensely powerful body, she allowed the men to roughly push her toward the stairway, hurrying down the steps with them into a deep basement, a huge steel door clanging closed over her head as she reached the bottom of the dimly lit stairs.

The men pushed her ahead of them as they walked down a long tunnel, finally shoving her down on the rough cement floor in the middle of a large room, her long legs folded beneath her. She looked up to see the men as they took their seats, dragging some folding chairs across the floor to form a circle around her. Most of them were talking excitedly to each other in their strange dialect as they leaned over her, their eyes flicking back and forth from staring intently at her body, mostly at her bared breast, and then staring up fearfully at the ceiling.

Symbala could increasingly hear and feel the building shaking above her, the wind shrieking across the breathing vents from this underground shelter as the men started looking VERY nervous. Squinting her sparkling blue eyes, she glanced upward, looking through the thick concrete floor just in time to see the roof being torn off the building as a huge circular black cloud came rapidly closer! The walls began to shake and most of the furniture in the building above began to fly around. The majority of it swirled upward through the open roof as the black cloud finally reached the building itself!

The electric lights suddenly went out, emergency lanterns along the walls automatically illuminating as those very walls shook from the force of the violent wind. The huge steel door rattled and shook as Symbala felt the air being sucked from her lungs, the sensation reminding her uncomfortably of the decompression of the R&R ship. She thought briefly of Monique, wondering where she was, wishing that this native Terran was with her now; she knew she would soon have a very unpleasant confrontation with these obviously unfriendly men that she didn’t really understand.

She suddenly felt a huge shaking blow, and jerked her head back upward, using her super vision to look through the floor to see the remains of the building tearing apart as the walls of the old church now disappeared into the spinning black wind. At the same time, a huge yellow truck, the back of it consisting of a rotating cylinder with the words “Redi-Mix” on the side, crashed downward from the swirling cloud to land directly on the foundation of what used to be a hundred-year old church, the massive cylinder coming heavily to rest directly on top of the steel doors that made up the roof of their shelter!

The shaking roar of the tornado and the massive earthshaking blow of the cement truck now combined to throw everyone to the floor next to Symbala, and the brick and stone floor above them groaned under the strain of the massively heavy truck.

Fortunately, the roar of the wind departed as quickly as it had approached. The men scrambled back to their feet, some of them running down the hallway to try to open the steel entrance door. They quickly discovered they could not open it, the upward lifting doors now laying beneath the loaded cement truck. They were trapped!

Cracker and Gary looked at each other, knowing that rescue teams would soon arrive to dig them out. But what were they going to do with this girl? Once the crews arrived and saw her, their options would become extremely limited. They would have no way of keeping her quiet after that! They both knew that if they were going to do anything with her, it was going to have to be during the next hour.

Cracker saw the brief nod of Gary’s head, understanding perfectly well what he had to do, what they all had to do. Turning back to the black girl, he saw her standing casually against the shelves at the end of the long room, the other Klan members instinctively moving away from her. They were all intelligent men and had already figured out what had to happen before they left this shelter!

Symbala turned to look at the men as they moved away, not understanding why at first. Their eyes stared back at her, some with a look of anger, others with contempt, and a few looking just a little sad. She sensed something important was about to happen, but had no idea what it was. No idea, that is, until she saw the man they called Cracker taking something black and ugly out of his coat. While she didn’t know exactly what it was, she was pretty sure that it was some kind of weapon. In fact, it reminded her of some of the primitive projectile weapons she had seen in the museums back on her home planet.

Looking around to see what he was going to shoot it at, she was surprised to find that it was now aimed directly at her own chest! She suddenly understood why all the men had moved away from her: the man was about to shoot her! Shocked, she remembered some of the rumors she had heard about how violent Terrans were, but she had not expected them to try to injure her as quickly as this. But she also remembered one other thing, the wildly humorous stories she had heard the men telling on the R&R ship, tales from their exploits on the surface of the Earth. They had amazed their audiences again and again with descriptions of how incredibly weak the Terrans were, how their bodies simply tore apart at a firm touch or a soft blow; of how their women exploded violently from inside out during sex! She felt a surge of confidence, knowing that it was these same pathetically weak men who now seemed interested in hurting her. She wasn’t worried. Well, not TOO worried!

She looked up to meet Cracker’s eyes with her own, seeing them narrow slightly just before the end of the barrel exploded in a burst of flame and smoke. She immediately felt a powerful blow striking her chest, right between her breasts! The impact was so powerful that she was thrown backward, her hair covering her face as she smashed into some shelves hard enough to noisily knock some pots and pans off them. They fell on top of her as she crumpled to the floor!

She took several deep breaths before struggling slightly to get back to her feet, a wild tingling sensation coming from her sternum. She was nearly back to her feet when the gun fired again, this time striking her left cheek bone, throwing her head back as she again collapsed against the shelves, her hands grabbing blindly at them, sweeping them clean. She crumpled to the floor, half buried in cans and other storage containers.

The blow to her face really dazzled her vision for a moment, her head spun wildly, and she was suddenly very dizzy. She rolled over onto her back, still struggling to focus her eyes, looking up to see the man’s face slowly swimming into view. He had an angry and puzzled look on his face as he pointed the gun down at her, his finger tightening on the trigger once again.

* * *

Cracker was getting very confused! He knew he had gotten a clean chest and head shot in, yet the girl was still moving. Not only moving, but she wasn’t showing any signs of injury except a slight disorientation! This made no sense! He snapped the clip out of the gun to make sure he wasn’t carrying blanks. Nope, he wasn’t. Snapping the clip back in, he walked over to stand over the girl, her eyes looking a little frightened, and very surprised, as she looked up at him. While he may have failed to get a clean killing shot before, the gun was now pointing directly at her chest from only two feet away. He wasn’t going to miss this time.

* * *

Symbala felt a powerful blow against her bare left breast as the gun fired again, and a wild flurry of wonderful tingles flowed through her body. This impact didn’t sting like the others, instead, it felt wonderful! She cried out softly in pleasure as the man fired again, the sensations exactly as if a male of her native planet was cumming powerfully on her tit. Those nearly supersonic ejaculations had always thrilled her as she had used her nipple to playfully stop her lover’s repeated orgasm’s, trying to stick it into the eyelet of his cock, the forceful explosions throwing her backward, dimpling deeply into her breast!

She suddenly realized that this Terran wasn’t trying to hurt her, he was just trying to bring her pleasure in the Tanzrobian way! Perhaps these Terrans were learning how to pleasure a Tanzrobian like herself after all! Maybe the previous Arion contacts with Earth were starting to finally pay off?

She smiled softly, marveling at how sensitive this nice man was to her needs, sorry that she had initially misunderstood his intentions, or that his aim had been so bad! He must have somehow heard of the powerful breast fondling that was so much a part of her own culture’s public welcome of an honored feminine guest (an honored male guest receiving a slightly different fondling). It was a chance for a man to show the full extent of his strength while greeting a female, and the intimacy of such a greeting was deeply embedded in her culture. She assumed that since these Terrans’ strength was insufficient to provide an adequate welcome, they were using this delightful implement instead!

Dismissing his earlier shots as simple bad aim, she reached up to tear her top the rest of the way open to bare both of her gloriously full, firm breasts. Her face erupted into a bright smile when she saw all the men’s shocked eyes moving to her chest, and the hard, deep-black nipples that were now protruding from her chocolate brown breasts. She felt wonderful, realizing that it would be the height of bad manners for her to not climax openly for her hosts, returning their kind greeting with an appropriate one of her own!

She quickly sat up against the wall and cupped her very large mounds, lifting them upwards in her hands. She smiled as she offered them to the man so that he could ‘touch’ them again. He didn’t disappoint her for long, and the next projectile sent wild waves of pleasure through her other breast!

Her fingers now caressed her hardening nipples as she got more and more turned on, so very appreciative of the inventiveness of these affectionate Terrans! Remembering her alien language instruction, she recalled that one Terran slang for a female’s breasts was ‘tits’. Seeing the puzzled look on the man’s face now, she decided to encourage him onward, to let him know how much she was enjoying his attentions. Her lips formed the strange sounding words as she tried to speak in the language she knew was called ‘English’. Fortunately that language was one of the main ones she had studied.

“Thank you for showing me such honor, sir. If you would honor me to shoot my tits again, I will enjoy you ever so much. It feels so nice very.” She found the words slow and difficult, the tenses and sentence construction backwards from the way to which she was accustomed.

* * *

Cracker’s eyes were nearly falling from his head as he frantically reloaded the gun; the fucking nigger bitch was still alive and trying to talk! She talked like some kind of foreigner, but what really disturbed him was that she wasn’t dead! In fact, if he had just heard her correctly, she was thanking him for shooting her! Figuring that he had to have heard that backwards, he decided to finish the bitch off once and for all. Aiming at her chest again, he started to pull the trigger as fast as he could, fourteen rounds of .45ACP striking all across her upper body as her voice cried out loudly.

“Oh, yes, YES… please, shoot them some more, shooter my tits faster, harder… Oh, I love it so!”

The men suddenly fell back from her as she cried out in obvious pleasure, reacting as if she was some kind of leper when they saw her begging for more of the bullets from Cracker’s gun. The impacts marched all across her chest, her breasts flying wildly under the strong blows, her legs twitching while opening wider, revealing a growing wetness between them! They suddenly knew to a man that they were watching one of those alien women they had read about, the ones that were bullet proof!! But they had NEVER read that they liked to have their tits shot at! And they had never heard of a BLACK alien, they were all fair-skinned blue-eyed blondes like Supergirl, weren’t they!?

Despite what they had read of the other superwomen, or the pictures they had seen of their appearance, the evidence of this girl’s arousal was clear, her nipples now unbelievably huge. She even shocked them further by pulling her tiny skirt up. She seemed to want them to see that she was getting wet! They just stared at her while Cracker reloaded yet again, his hands shaking as the girl slowly got back to her feet to walk toward him.

* * *

Symbala was really excited now, the passionate way that this man was trying to please her made her feel so very fond and appreciative of him. Yet he didn’t really seem to know what to do next, pausing before he moved on to the obvious next step of his greeting. She assumed that it was just the cultural differences between them, so she decided to clearly show him what she wanted, what she needed for him to do next. Walking forward to softly close her hands over his on the projective device, she began kissing the hot metal, stroking it over her cheeks as the man’s eyes bulged out at her. She stroked the hot steel lower and lower, traced it across her breasts, softly caressed his hand as she directed its movements, including him in her self-caresses, smiling encouragement at him as she helped him slowly slide it lower and lower.

She finally lifted her tiny skirt completely above her waist, hoping her gracious hosts were enjoying her appreciative offer to climax before them. She gently guided the hot steel towards her naked, moist sex, gasping softly when the hard point of the gun touched her nether lips. Guiding it against herself with her hands, she leaned over to kiss the man, her large soft lips covering his as she began whispering to him.

“Oh, shooter me now, shooter me to my passion mon, do it now!”

Pressing the hard steel of the gun deeply inside herself, she placed her finger against his on the trigger and helped him push it back. The sharp bark of the gun sent an unimaginably wonderful burst of pleasure through her body, the bullet racing amorously into her sex as the hot gasses opened her wide. She quickly buried the barrel all the way inside herself and pushed the trigger again and again, the muffled explosions lifting her off the ground again and again until her legs began to collapse from the sheer pleasure of his powerful weapon. She finally sank to her knees, her lower legs bent under her as she leaned way over backwards, lifting her sex upwards. Her labia now gripped the gun so tightly that Cracker could not remove it! Her hands flew back up to hold her breasts as the man now finally seemed to know what to do, squeezing off round after round. Faster and faster they came as her body exploded in ecstasy from the powerful stimulation.

Her wild climax found her on the 13th round, and her loud scream of pleasure almost deafened the men as Cracker fired the last shot, her labia closing so tightly on the gun that the steel began to bend and crush between them. Symbala was totally lost in orgasmic delight as her body surged back and forth on the hard concrete floor.

Finally, five long minutes later, she came back to her senses, her strong hand pulling the partially crushed gun from inside her and passing it gently back to Cracker. She bowed slightly as she conveyed her respect. His eyes were wide in fear and amazement as he looked down at the crushed barrel of his prized handgun, the girl in front of him slowly standing back up, pulling her torn top back over herself and straightening her skirt. Her eyes were large and warm as she put her arm around him, her soft kisses touched his lips and she thanked him for such a wonderful Terran greeting!

* * *

“Fucking hell, Cracker! Is that the best y’all can do?” shouted Gary, his porcine face bright red! “This nigger bitch needs a lot more ‘welcoming’ than that!”

Symbala was delighted! Obviously these strange ‘nigger bitch’ words were terms of respect or endearment, and this large man wished to show her the honor of TWO climaxes before anyone else had even had one! No strangers had ever been this polite to her before! Maybe these Terrans were going to be fun to be with after all!

Grabbing a shotgun from a nearby rack and checking that it was loaded, Gary walked over to a sealed metal box. He was feeling so angry, and was so afraid of the consequences if they failed to kill this black superbimbo, that he was losing all control of his judgment! But he at least remembered to be extremely cautious as he picked up a wooden ladle, and began reaching into the box to scoop out dollops of their secret cache of plastique. Gently and carefully, he began to wedge the explosive into the twin barrels of the gun.

When he had forced in as much as he could of this enormously explosive substance, he slowly approached the black girl, a false smile of friendship on his face.

“Here, missy, let’s try that again! I think y’all maht enjoy this here big one even more!”

Symbala saw where he was pointing this larger device, and blew him a delighted kiss before lying back down and spreading her legs wide apart for him. It was very nice of this man to show his passion for her by turning his face so red - nobody on her own planet could do that! - and even nicer for him to provide a lubricant for his strangely shaped dildo. The lubricant was hardly necessary for an aroused Tanzrobian, but it was a nice thought anyway!

Grunting a bit as he tried to kneel, his large belly getting in the way, Gary inserted the twin barrels of the shotgun into her waiting vagina and began cautiously stroking it back and forth, gradually entering her deeper and deeper. His arms knotted with the force of his efforts, his full strength insufficient to penetrate her until she reached up with her strong hands to help him.

“No, do not you do that have to! Host very nice, but guest I am! Watch you and how grateful guest see I am!” Symbala beamed at her corpulent host as he looked confused for a moment, then backed away, leaving her with the device. She hoped she was getting this language right!

Bouncing up, she thought she should show a little appreciation for the nice extra gesture of the lubricant. Holding her ‘dildo’ in place, and still graciously stroking it back and forth inside her, she walked over to the box and applied generous portions of the clear gelatinous substance between her legs, spreading it upward across her body as she coated herself in it, paying particular attention to her breasts.

All the men were now absolutely speechless with combined fear and arousal, attempting to take cover but still perversely wanting to be able to see the amazing performance of this black supergirl as she obviously prepared to pleasure herself to death!

* * *

This enormous tool felt so good to Symbala this time, its size reminding her of the men back on her home planet. Her thoughts drifted back to the one man she had known who had treated her with caring and respect as she began stroking the tubes in and out of herself with increasing passion and speed, imagining that it was his manhood that was in her hands once again!

The men were in awe when they saw the steam beginning to emerge from her sex as the shotgun began plunging in and out of her so rapidly that it became a blur!

Symbala looked around the room smiling happily at all the eyes watching her so raptly, their surprised and shocked expressions making her think that they had never seen a girl doing this before! She was getting so turned on by all the polite attention and by this large wonderful gift their leader had bestowed on her that she could feel another climax approaching rapidly!

Her inner folds were just beginning to glow a dull red when she felt a tremendous explosion, the force rocking her inside and out, penetrating even to the far reaches of her inner vagina where NO man could ever reach! Her body was thrown violently backward to smash into the concrete wall behind her as the entire basement was instantly flooded with the superheated plasma from the explosion! The ceiling burst upwards, and the cement truck flew a hundred yards into the air before landing beside the remains of the old church. And the men, well, they all simply disappeared!

Yet this was just what Symbala needed to send her over the edge of her arousal, and her body rocked with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced! Those wonderful men! It wasn’t just a lubricant that they had provided, it was a fantastic enhancement for a sex toy, obviously very sensitive to an approaching explosive climax!

Her shrieks of fulfillment filled the air, even overcoming the noise of the winds still raging outside, carrying for a mile around as she came again and again, her body surging powerfully for what seemed like ages!

Finally, she came back to her senses and struggled to her feet, her legs almost not wanting to hold her, her muscles so pumped from her powerful efforts that she could barely control them. She felt very shaky, her body still buzzing wildly with the wonderful aftereffects of her explosive climax. She looked around to thank her hosts for such a lovely welcome, and was very surprised to find herself alone in a huge crater of blackened earth! Where had everyone gone?!

“Back come to me please! I so much thank you wish to do! Gracious and wonderful so hosts! Half of ceremony only is! Now cum I make you too?”

Sharon Best
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