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Authors name: Marcia Hooper (marciaR26@aol.com)
Story title : Jillian Saves the World - 5

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Jillian Saves the World (MF, rom, v, 1st, oral, sci-fi)
by Marcia Hooper (marciaR26@aol.com)

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Part Five: The Mother Ship
Thursday, April 17, 2003
1:30 P.M. 


"My, God," Jill whispered. "It's so beautiful."

Out of the atmosphere within seconds and into space, the 
attacker had leveled off. It sailed westward now, across 
the United States. Clouds below formed cottony whirls and 
undulations across the landscape; rivers were iridescent 
ribbons of green. Mountains crinkled like ancient scars. 
Jill could see the Great Lakes and the Great Plains 
ahead. 

"I guess we survived the acceleration," Neil said.

Somehow, the attacker controlled the g-forces, otherwise, 
they'd be dead. 

Jill laughed. "Sorry. How fast do you think we're going?" 

Neil looked at the passing earth. "Escape velocity, at 
least."

"What's that?"

"Twenty-nine thousand miles per hour."

Jill whistled.

"Yeah. Wow."

They observed the myriad, pinpoint stars. Jill thought 
how beautiful they were. Below, however, out of sight of 
the beauty, she knew millions of humans faced death.

"You know, Neil," she said, thoughtfully. "We have it all 
wrong."

Neil stopped his examination of the stars. "What?" 

"Why they're here."

He sat back in the chair. "What do you mean?"

"The time wave," she said. "It's not a weapon at all. I 
mean it is, but not in the way we thought."

"I don't understand," Neil said.

"I don't either, exactly." She stared at the console, at 
the pulsating lights. 

"They're talking to you?"

"Uh-huh."

"What are they saying?"

Jill shifted, uneasily. "They're not invading us," she 
said. "They're here to refuel. The wave acts like a giant 
vacuum cleaner, sucking up life." She shuddered. "Worse 
than that. The women in the hull section below? They're 
not even from Earth."

Neil blinked. "What?"

"They're from another solar system entirely. In fact, 
they've never been off the ship."

Neil was incredulous. "You can't be serious!"

"I am. They were grown, Neil, just like in The Matrix. 
But instead of being used to generate power, they store 
it."

Neil shook his head.

"These fucking insects--" Jill was growing uncontrollably 
angry "--they use mental energy to run their ships." She 
poked her forehead with a finger. "Juice, right out of 
our own brains. The women are storage batteries, Neil. 
When the power runs low, they siphon off more from a 
planet like Earth. One they've seeded."

"I don't know," Neil said. "That's pretty--"

"They're millions of years old!" she interrupted. 
"Hundreds of millions of years! That mother ship out 
there? It's been back and forth across the galaxy a 
thousand times. They've raped a million planets, Neil! 
Destroyed a million civilizations! Not us though! Not any 
human race!" She shivered violently. "When they first 
came here sixty-five million years ago--" she shivered 
violently, again "--they destroyed the dinosaurs. Then 
they seeded our human ancestors and other mammals, like 
corn. And it's not the first time they've returned, Neil. 
It's not even the same ship! They've got hundreds of 
them. And all needing fuel. We're their local Exxon 
station, Neil! And it's time to fill up!"

She was gasping now, close to hyperventilation. Neil 
tried to calm her, but she pushed him away. 

"Leave me alone!" she cried. She stood up and looked down 
at Earth. "They're down there right now! Harvesting their 
crop. Using that damned wave to get millions of us at one 
time. And the attackers? They're not bombarding refugees. 
They're rounding up strays. Using modified wave pulses to 
clean up the spills." 

She stood back from the console, her whole frame shaking. 
Tears poured down her cheeks. "You were right," she said. 
"They couldn't send more ships. They hadn't the fuel." 
She pointed at the rapidly rising moon, and its deadly 
companion. "The ship was dangerously low. Almost 
depleted. They made a detour here when their last planet 
was raided. They're the dominant species, Neil, but they 
have enemies." She wiped her streaming eyes. "And that's 
how their enemies get even."

"By destroying their fuel," he muttered.

"Yes."

"Terrorists," he said.

"Yes."

"How do we reach them?" he asked.

Jill shook her head. "These guys are bad," she said, 
indicating the mother ship. "But they at least leave 
something behind. The terrorists leave nothing."

Neil looked totally collapsed.

"We have to go back," she said. "Give this ship to the 
military. Let someone with brains figure out what to do." 
She laughed, bitterly. "We were gonna fuck with these 
things? We're dreaming!"

She grabbed the controls and tried to push them forward. 
They wouldn't move. The attacker, without them being 
aware, had left orbit. 

"Neil!" she exclaimed. "Help me!"

Neil grabbed his own yoke and shoved violently forward. 
The controls were locked.

"Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Jill cried. "Look!"

Neil followed her urgently pointing finger. The mother 
ship and the moon, hundreds of thousands of miles 
distant, were growing rapidly in size. He looked down at 
the console. "How can that be?" he asked. "There's no way 
we can go that fast!" 

But the mother ship grew larger by the minute. 

"We have to stop this thing!" Jill said. She gripped her 
forehead.

Stop! she commanded. Stop us and turn around!

The attacker continued on. 

"We must be halfway there," Neil said, in awe. The moon, 
at first the size of a baseball, was now basketball-
sized. They could make out striations and individual 
features on the mother ship's hull. It continued to grow. 

"How fast are we going?" Jill asked.

"We don't want to know," Neil said. "Faster than any 
human ever traveled before, that's for sure."

Jill thought otherwise. Millions of humans had traveled 
this fast--or faster. But never willingly. 

"We need a plan of action," Jill said.

Neil laughed, derisively. "Right."

"I'm serious," Jill said.

"So am I."

Low on the mother ship's side, above the gargantuan fang, 
was a triangular port. Traffic flowed in and out in a 
steady stream. Most of the traffic was outbound. 

"Those are transports," Neil said.

"I know."

"You said they weren't invading."

"They're not," Jill said. The look in her eyes was 
haunted. "They're getting ready to leave."

Neil looked from Jill to the mother ship. "I'm not sure I 
understand," he said.

The attacker passed a departing transport. Though small 
in comparison to the city destroyers, the transport 
itself was immense. Miles long, Jill thought. On board 
were thousands of enemy insects, and a new planting of 
life.

Clutching her chest, Jill said, "Around three a.m. this 
morning, once they had their energy reserves up, the 
aliens sent down the rest of the ships. The destroyers, I 
mean. They're down there now, mopping up." She was 
sobbing, again. "They're almost done, Neil." She 
indicated the long, thin transports. "They're headed down 
to finish the job."

Looking ready to vomit, Neil waited for Jill to continue.

"What's a farmer do when he's harvested his crop?" she 
asked.

Neil shook his head.

"He plows the field, right? Gets it ready for a new 
planting? Well that's what they're doing."

Neil began to shake. 

"They can't leave us here, can they?" he said. "We know 
too much. The next time around, we'd give them a hell of 
a fight. Like we did after Pearl Harbor. No matter how 
long it took. Matter of fact, the longer it took, the 
better. The more of us there'd be, and the better 
prepared. We might even strike a deal with the rebels. At 
least that's what they've got to figure. Better to start 
over from scratch." He turned to Jill, his eyes filled 
with tears. "I've got it right, don't I?"

Jill nodded, miserably. 

"They'll form a ring around Earth from low orbit," she 
said. "Hundreds of them. Once the surface is clear of 
their ships, they'll bombard it with radiation. Nothing
will survive. Then they'll seed new life of every kind.
In two million years, or ten million, or however long it
takes, we'll evolve enough to repopulate the planet. 
Their new harvest. And they'll come back."

Neil put his face in his hands and wept. They wept 
together.

They were inside the port. 

Jill stared, transfixed, at the crisscrossing, miles wide 
connectors. The shaft was eerily, iridescently green. 
Hopelessness sat on her with the weight of an elephant. 

"Look," Jill said. 

Neil refused to look. 

The central displays were no longer red, blue and green, 
but full of flowing symbols. The symbols flowed down the 
screen in the center, and up the screens on either side. 
Jill touched the edge of the center screen. She hated the 
feel. "Communication," she said. "Between the mother ship 
and us."
Neil didn't look up.

"How can they talk that fast?" she wondered. "What are 
they talking about?" 

She placed her fingertips on the down-scrolling text and 
reeled backwards. "Jesus Christ!" she cried. 

Neil snapped erect. "What's the matter?"

Jill was breathing hard. "Th-the text," she stuttered. "I 
understood it!"

"You did?" 

Rubbing her fingertips, Jill gulped loudly. "This was no 
low grade ESP, Neil. It nearly fried my brain." She was 
shaking all over. "It's not just contact between us and 
the mother ship," she said. "It's the whole fucking 
fleet. Everything they say is recorded right here. Every 
single word!"

And then she understood.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my dear God." 

Jill touched the right display. She was able to keep her 
fingers there. "This side is info going in," she said. 
"From the destroyers, the attackers, the transports. The 
center one is the mother ship going out." She pointed to 
the down-scrolling text. "See how it's moving in rows, 
dozens of rows, with each row moving independently?" 

Neil nodded. 

"Each row is a separate channel, and each channel has 
thousands of feeds." She pointed at, but did not touch 
the screen. "You can't begin to see it, but those are 
millions of lines of code." For the first time in what 
seemed a lifetime, Jill felt hope. "And you know what's 
generating it?"

Neil shook his head.

Almost reverently, Jill said. "The women."

"What?"  

"This ship, this entire fucking hive--" she waved her 
arms at the huge tunnel "--is controlled by the women. 
Billions of them! They're all hooked together into a 
collective mind. A super mind, Neil! Like a Borg 
collective, and they control everything!"

The attacker exited the tunnel into the central ship. 

"Oh, boy," said Neil, stepping back.

Jill stepped back also, sharing his sense of acrophobia.

The surrounding area was dozens of miles across, and 
tremendously deep. Within its confines, the transports 
looked like slow moving bees. 

"Holy God," Neil whispered. 

Jill was struck dumb with wonder.

Passing two of the outbound transports, the attacker 
entered and navigated a megalopolis of huge, stalactite 
towers. Each structure had a million glowing green 
windows, and each was miles high; many disappeared 
completely into the green haze. 

Neil stretched over the console to look up, his mouth 
open wide. 

Then they saw the central hive.

"Holy God," Neil repeated. 

Exactly as it appeared in the movie, the hive was 
configured in concentric rings, each slightly smaller 
than the ring above, giving the structure its distinctive 
shape. Transports waited in line at the edge of the huge, 
flat plain below, and attack ships by the thousands 
thronged the sides. Locked into overhead cradles, as soon 
as one ship departed, another moved in. There were no 
empty berths. 

"What do you make of that?" Neil asked.

Beyond the core were two mammoth displays, the size of 
small continents. One display showed the Earth and the 
locations of their destroyers, their transports, and the 
attackers. The second display was divided into hundreds 
of smaller screens. Each screen contained cryptic green 
writing and myriad symbols. 

"Each of those," Jill said, "is a solar system the 
alien's control." 

Neil whistled. 

She said, softly, "Thousands of them. The bright green 
symbols, the ones like this--" she indicted a symbol on 
one of the console displays  "--those are mother ships. 
Just like this one."

Neil rubbed at his temples. "There's hundreds of them," 
he said.

"Six hundred and twelve," she said. 

As it neared the central hive, the ship gained altitude. 
They passed a formation of waiting attackers.

"Uh, oh," Jill said. "They know we're here."

Neil remarked: "You think?"

"I think." 

The area ahead was clear of ships. Attackers had 
disengaged, leaving the cradles vacant. No other ships 
approached. Jill and Neil would be completely alone.

"This was a really bad idea," Neil said. He had backed 
against the rear wall.

"Tell me," she said.

"Remind me not to listen to you any more."

Jill laughed. "Asshole!"

When they were a hundred yards from the dock, the ship 
made a mechanical whine. Then they were fifty yards, then 
twenty, then ten, and with a slight bump, the ship 
nestled into its cradle. The whirring sound came again. 
Jill joined Neil against the rear wall. 

"I want to go home," she said, fearfully. 

"Hell, yes. Anywhere but here. Even Hell."

"We didn't even bring a gun, Neil. How stupid can we be?"

Neil searched his pockets. "Gum?"

Jill looked down. "Juicyfruit? I'd rather chew a cow."

"That can be arranged."

"Asshole."

Neil laughed. "I guess a blow job is out of the 
question?"

"Asshole," she said, again.

Behind the docking port window, a dozen aliens had 
gathered. They had reflective silver eyes and iridescent 
skin. They bore no expressions and no dissimilar 
features. They were all exactly the same.

"Fucking insects," Jill said. She gave them the finger. 
None raised a finger in return.

She sighed. "I'm dying a virgin after all."

"I tried," Neil said.

"Not bloody hard enough."

"At least we'll die virgins together," he said. "That, if 
nothing else."

Jill found his hand and intertwined their fingers. 
"You're not really an asshole," she said. 

Neil laughed. "Marry me, then."

"What?"

"Marry me." He turned to face her. Taking both of her 
hands in his, he said: "You're the captain of the ship. 
Just say the words."

"Neil...you're crazy."

"Want to die a virgin, and unmarried?"

Despite herself, Jill laughed. "It wouldn't be legal."

Neil said, "Sure it would. You are the captain."

"I am not."

"We didn't get here walking."

Jill broke into a slow, wide grin. "Okay, then. Do you, 
Neil Bartley, take this woman as your lawfully wedded 
wife? To have and to hold? To honor and cherish and 
whatever else? Until...well, you know?"

"I do."

Jill said, "You say the next."

"Okay. Do you, Jill..." Neil broke out laughing. "Sorry."

"Cooney."

"Do you, Jill Cooney, promise to love, honor and obey--" 
they broke into laughter together "--for as long as we 
both shall live? And to do whatever I tell you, whenever 
I tell you, like getting down on your knees and opening 
your mouth and taking it all the way--"

"Hey!" she yelled, laughing. "You are an asshole!"

Suddenly, there was sucking sound from above. They backed 
quickly away, pressing into a corner.  

"Say it now!" Neil cried. "Or forever hold your peace!"

"By the powers invested in me by the great planet Earth, 
I now pronounced us man and wife." She grabbed his face. 
"You may kiss the bride!"

Neil never got the chance.

There was a crackling sound from the console, then a 
heartless, mechanical voice.

"You should not be here." 

None of the aliens appeared to speak.

Jill cleared her throat. "Your ship brought us," she 
said.

The aliens watched with their lifeless eyes.

"We wouldn't be here of our own accord," she lied. "We're 
not fucking tourists."

From the corner of his mouth, Neil whispered: "Jill!"

"You talk then!" she hissed back. "Think you can do 
better?"

Neil remained silent.

"Anyway, we'd be happy to leave. Just let us go."

The aliens made no sign of conferring. The console said: 
"The upper hatch is open. Exit the ship and follow the 
tunnel to the far end. You will be instructed what to do 
there."

Jill stared at the immobile aliens. "What's going on?" 
she whispered. "They're afraid of us?"

"Right," Neil said. "And the Redskins'll win the next 
Super Bowl."

Jill said, thoughtfully, "Why don't they just come in? 
We're certainly no threat."

Neil said, "Maybe we're diseased. Maybe they can't come 
into contact with us without their protective suits."

"Maybe," Jill said. She remained unconvinced.

"Exit the ship now," the console said. It was hard to 
convey threat through the mechanical voice, but Jill 
sensed it anyway. She also sensed fear.

"They are afraid of us, Neil," she whispered. Aloud, she 
said, "Let us go."

Neil again croaked her name.

"Right now," she warned. "Or I'll interface with your 
computer."

That brought a reaction. Leaping forward, two of 
creatures made adjustments at their console. 

Jill yelled: "Close the hatch and disengage!" and the 
ship did just that. She almost fell from the motion. 
Scrambling into her seat, she grabbed the yoke and shoved 
it violently sideways. The ship spun about, and Neil, not 
yet seated, was thrown against the far wall. Jill hadn't 
time to see if he was hurt.

"Shields up!" she hollered, not an instant to soon. A 
tremendous blast threw the ship sideways; the view ahead 
became a veil of green. 

"Come on!" she yelled, struggling with the yoke. "Come 
on, you bastard!" She shoved the controls fully ahead. 
"Go-go-go-go-go!" 

The attacker streaked forward. Two more explosions rocked 
them sideways as the defenders behind them attacked.

"Neil? Neil, are you okay?"

"I broke my arm," came his anguished reply. "You broke my 
arm."

From the corner of her eye, she saw him crawling forward.

"Get in your seat!" she ordered. "Hurry up!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm not kidding!" she yelled.

Neil struggled off the deck. "What happened?" he said. 
Then, "You've got control." He flopped down onto the 
seat. The ship was rocked three more times by explosions.

"I've had it ever since I touched the screens," Jill 
explained. "I just didn't know it."

There was another violent explosion. The attacker skidded 
sideways.

"How come we're not dead?" 

"They can't penetrate the shields," Jill said. "Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"They only have to change the frequency," she said. 
"They're doing that now."

"Great. How many are after us, anyway?" he said, looking 
at the rear wall.

"A lot!"

Throwing the ship to the left, and then to the right, and 
then up and down, Jill kept the pursuers off step. 
Streaks of green flew past on either side. She ducked 
beneath a colossal bridge. She hoped she remembered the 
way. 

"Back on Earth?" Jill yelled. "In that section of hull?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember how the consoles tracked me?"

"Uh-huh."

"I know why."

Ahead was the tunnel, or one just the same. Transports, 
larger than anything man made, lumbered into the opening. 
There were no attackers ahead, only those following. Jill 
thanked God for that. She also thanked God the transports 
weren't armed. 

Suddenly, the attacker rocked violently sideways, 
throwing them both to the deck. It spun momentarily out 
of control, then righted itself. They aliens had 
penetrated their screens. 

"Change the modulation!" Jill yelled. "Do it now! Change 
it every five seconds!" She prayed this was enough. The 
weapons and the shields operated on the same frequencies 
and the aliens knew them all.  

"When we got hit by the wave," she said. "It sucked part 
of us up! Six goddamned years! That energy went right 
into the ship. It's part of it now. So are we." 

She banked hard right and flew perilously close to the 
side of a transport. Blasts ricocheted off the side, 
throwing off debris. They blew right through it. 

"The alien's control the collective, which controls the 
ship, but the collective is made up of human minds. Just 
like mine. The console recognized my imprint, or whatever 
it is, and started communication. But they've never 
interfaced with a live human before. Not someone aware." 

Jill flew dangerously between two transports. "The 
collective isn't aware, Neil! It's just a mindless 
computer. It doesn't even know it exists."

A diagonal support lay ahead and Jill guided the ship 
downwards. Three blasts of energy hit the portion 
directly above and a section big as an aircraft carrier 
broke away. Jill barely got out of the way. 

"Sons of bitches!" she cursed. "Now they're getting 
smart!"

Miles ahead, a tiny, high-sided triangle appeared: The 
port. 

"But when I touched the center screen--whoa! I interfaced 
with the collective directly. It really screwed things 
up! The collective had never felt awareness before, and 
suddenly it wanted more. The aliens went  berserk!"

Three hits in a row sent the attacker careening into a 
transport. There was a horrendous screeching, as hull 
ground against hull, then the attacker veered away. The 
deck vibrated with a wholly new timbre. It didn't feel 
good. 
Ahead, the port was beginning to close.

Jill yelled, "Does everything have to follow the fucking 
movie!" 

Throwing the controls fully forward, she turned the 
attacker on its side, and started to howl. 

"Not yet! Don't you dare fucking close on me yet!"

"Faster!" Neil yelled. "Must go faster!"

There were a dozen more hits and then one tremendous 
explosion. The attacker spun wildly, flipping end over 
end, and began to loose speed. There was a rending sound, 
from beneath the deck, and the cabin filled with smoke. 

"No!" Jill screamed. "No-no-no!"

They were knocked back on course by a glancing blow.  

"Oh, Jesus!" Jill screamed, clinging to her seat. Neil 
clung desperately to his, but was flung about like a rag 
doll. If it weren't so frightening, Jill would have 
laughed.

Then the attacker righted itself and with Jill watching 
in horror, flew directly through the diminutive opening. 
They struck on both sides, but made it through.

"Weeeeee-oooooo!" Jill screamed, grabbing the yoke. "Are 
you okay?"

"No!" Neil screamed back.

"I wasn't talking to you!"

Neil exploded in laughter. 

Ahead, in three diverging lines, transports made their 
way toward Earth. 

"Son of a bitch!" Jill yelled. "Look!"

Surrounding the planet, arranging themselves into three 
massive formations, were the city destroyers. They were 
coming back.

"Christ!" Neil cried. "What do we do now?"

Jill said, "Take the controls."

"What?"

"I won't be able to fly!" she said, reaching for the 
center display. "Take the controls!" 

Neil grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"

"Talking to the collective."

"Are you out of your mind? It nearly fried you before!"

"It's the only way." she yelled, wrestling free her hand. 
She stood and held her hand directly above the screen. 
"Are you ready?"

Neil grabbed the controls. The response was sluggish. 

"Can we make it back?" he asked.

"I don't know. If we don't stop them, it doesn't really 
matter."  

Neil nodded. 

Jill placed her hand flat of the display and jerked 
spasmodically. She cried, "Ne-uh!" then, "Oh! 
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh-nooooooooooooooo!"

"Jill! Jill, let go!"

"Ohhhaaaaaaaeeee!" she screamed.

Beneath her hand, the smoothly scrolling symbols 
stuttered and stopped, then began to flow backward. The 
finely formed figures twisted and broke and with a jolt, 
the attacker lurched sideways. Jill screamed again. 

"Neeeeeooooooo! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Leaping up, Neil grabbed her around the shoulders and 
tore Jill away. She shrieked like an air raid siren on 
speed. They both hit the deck, only to careen off the 
ceiling as the attacker went wildly out of control.

"Jill!" 

Her teeth ground and her face was completely locked. When 
she opened her mouth to scream, Neil jammed in his 
fingers. She clamped immediately down.

It was Neil's turn to scream, "Jill! Jill, let go!"

The attacker righted itself and began to slow down. 
Through the windscreen--and through his pain (could she 
actually bite through his fingers?)--Neil saw the city 
destroyers. They were headed right for them. 

"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "Get out of the fucking way!"

The attacker veered sideways, accelerated hard, then 
slewed sharply right. It began to slow. The formation of 
destroyers passed close by, moving at incredible speed.

"How can they do that?" Neil cried. Then he stood up, the 
now limp Jill in his arms. 

Making sure she was okay, that she still breathed, he 
moved with Jill to the center console. He witnessed the 
destruction. 

Heading toward the mother ship en masse, the destroyers 
smashed headlong into the advancing transports, 
obliterating them with their massive bulk. One by one, 
the destroyers themselves came apart, disintegrating like 
clay pigeons blown apart in the sky. Each cataclysmic 
explosion hurled great chunks of hull into neighboring 
vessels, hastening the destruction. Fully, a quarter of 
the city destroyers were destroyed. 

Neil understood what was happening next. 

"Jill!" he yelled. "Jill, wake up!"

She made not a sound. 

Propping her in his lap, Neil grabbed the controls and 
turned the ship away. He pressed forward with all his 
might and the attacker leapt forward, but at a 
substantially reduced speed. There was a unnerving 
vibration in the deck, and he didn't like the drive 
engine's sound. 

"Come on!" he yelled. "Faster!" 

Heading for the moon's eastern edge, Neil wished 
desperately for a rear view. He scanned the console, 
praying for help. He got it. Centered in a screen by his 
left knee was a solid green shape. Dozens of smaller 
shapes approached, all from one side. The suicide armada. 
When the first blip merged with the center icon, the icon 
flashed. So did the console displays. Then a dozen more 
blips hit and the display went a solid green. He sensed 
the approaching destruction. The mother ship was 
destroyed.

Neil begged for more speed. 

"Come on. Come on," he whispered. 

Lights flashed everywhere and the console started making 
noise.

"I know," he whispered. "I know. Just hurry!" 

The attacker lurched suddenly and chunks of debris--some 
the size of skyscrapers--went spinning past. He prayed 
they wouldn't be hit. "Oh, my God," he whispered. as 
debris started hitting the moon. "We are gonna die."

Then they reached the surface. 

Skimming less than a quarter mile off the ground, Neil 
eased back on the speed, not wishing to join the 
destruction. Dust and rock exploded around them. Once, 
hit by a bus-size section of hull, the attacker came 
perilously close to the surface. Holding his breath, Neil 
eased back on the yoke, saying, "Good girl. Good baby 
girl. That's a good girl."

Then they crossed the horizon, and as the impacts 
lessened, Neil began to breath. He wondered how much fuel 
they had, if they would make it back alive. He felt a 
thousand years old.

In his lap, Jill groaned.

"Jill? Jill, Honey? You with me?"

Jill groaned again.

"Come on, baby girl, wake up."

She did, eventually, and as the attacker flew out of the 
moon's shadow, Jill took the controls. 

"You all right?" she asked. 

"Define, all right," Neil said, showing her his hand.

"I did that?"

"You did."

For a long time she said nothing. Then, with a slowly 
widening grin, Jill said, "Just be glad I wasn't on my 
knees."


Epilogue:


Jillian Bartley yawned and smiled, happily. "Are you 
happy?" she asked.
Neil's erection answered for him.

"You're happy," she said.

Slouched in an overstuffed chair, having himself stroked, 
Neil stroked his wife's hair.

"You don't have to do this," he said, softly. 

Jill smiled again. In her right hand, red and hugely 
swollen, was the ten inch master of her soul. It leaked 
semen. She licked the semen away. 

"I washed it," she said. "This time at least." She kissed 
the thickly veined side. 

"If we had a gynecologist," Neil said, "I'm sure he'd be 
pleased."

Giggling, Jill took the big head between her lips and 
sucked it, lovingly. She let it fill her mouth. Given her 
present condition, sucking her husband was the best she 
could do.

Following their arrival home, Jill had sat in Neil's lap, 
shaken and crying. She cried for a very long time. When 
night fell and the real fireworks began, they sat on his 
front porch and watched. Some of the incoming made noise.

"How many died up there," she mused.

Neil shrugged. Aliens? All of them, he hoped. The 
billions of captive women?

"Why did they do it?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you?" 

Later that night, on clean sheets and with much 
trepidation, Jill lost her virginity. She allowed Neil 
halfway in. The next morning, she walked bowlegged in 
pain and cursed him whenever he laughed, making his arm 
very sore. 

When they were found two weeks later, Neil had her fully 
broke in. She no longer cried out as she was entered, and 
by then had even experimented with anal sex. (With some 
degree of success and even a little enjoyment.) She and 
Neil had also selected their rings. They were very much 
in love. 

When told about the attack ship in their back yard, the 
National Guardsmen had exchanged looks and laughed. They 
had seen and heard a lot. They had seen and heard more 
than anyone ever imagined. But soon, their laughter 
stopped.

Sitting on her calves, Jill relaxed her throat and took 
the head inside. She gagged, but got the reflex under 
control. Inch by tremendous inch, Neil went down her 
throat. 

"You've got it all," Neil whispered.

"Umm-mmm," she replied.

"Incredible. How do you do that?" 

Holding up her left hand, Jill rotated her wedding bands. 
"Mah-ow," she croaked. Suddenly, she winced. Feeling her 
distended belly, she went, "Umpf!" then removed her 
mouth.

"Someone awake?" 

"Neil, I think."

Eight and a half months pregnant, Jill carried twins. A 
girl and a boy. Krystal and her brother. 

"You should be in the chair," Neil complained. "Come on. 
Trade places."

"Not on your life," Jill said. She resumed stroking his 
cock. "This is my favorite part of the day."

Head of the Counsel for Reconstruction, Jill was third in 
line for the presidency. She arose at five-thirty a.m., 
slaved the whole day downstairs in the executive mansion, 
rarely made it back upstairs to their apartment by ten 
p.m. She rarely slept. 

An honorary appointment--after all, they had saved the 
planet--Jill had proven the best man for the job. She had 
unaccountably developed an IQ of one hundred and ninety-
one. 

"Wouldn't everyone just love to see this," Neil teased. 
"The most powerful woman in America, on her knees."

"Sucking too," Jill quipped. She wrapped his head with 
her lips. 

"You are such a slut," he said.

Not relinquishing her prize, Jill laughed, then took him 
deep into her throat. 
With her vagina off limits and her rectum currently 
wrecked--the twins gave her hemorrhoids; her husband had 
finished the job--Jill had only her mouth. Since Neil was 
the whole and the center of her being, Jill was intent on 
making him happy, any way she could. 

"I'm gonna come," Neil warned. "You better stop."

Jill shook her head and continued to suck. 

"It makes you sick," Neil said. "Every time."

Jill temporarily removed her mouth. "So I'll get sick. I 
can deal with being sick. I like you making me sick."

That was all Neil required. Raising high in his chair, he 
made desperate noises and Jill stroked him to climax. His 
penis spasmed and she took him back in her mouth. Sperm 
flooded her tongue. She began to swallow. She swallowed a 
lot.

"Oh, my God!" Neil cried. "Oh, my God, Jill! My God!" 

Taking her head in his hands--Jill released his cock and 
gripped his thighs with her hands--Neil poured spurt 
after spurt onto her tongue. Jill swallowed it all. She 
did not choke because Neil never moved her head. Neither 
did he move inside her. But he came an awful lot.

I'm gonna be sick, she thought. Why do I do this?

And then she was sick and sperm blew out her nose and out 
of her mouth and she was choking and spitting and pulling 
herself free. She coughed violently and sprayed cum on 
her chest.

"Jesus," she wailed. "Not again!"

And then Neil was laughing and wiping away tears, and 
Jill struck his leg. 

"Don't you laugh! Don't you dare laugh, you pig! I tried 
my best!" 

And then she was laughing as well and shedding wonderful 
tears and dripping sperm off her chin and off her pretty 
nose. She was truly a mess.

Savior of the planet, benefactor of all life, Jill 
wondered what America would think of her tonight. 

The End

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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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