Isolated

When Becky came to, the first thing she did was to rise up on all fours and throw up. She could taste the acrid flavor of the alien cum as she heaved it out onto the concrete floor of the garage. After a few more retches, she pushed back into a sitting position. The back of her hand wiped across her mouth. Then she saw Barbie LeGrande, knocked out and nestled in the corner of the weapon's locker. It was only after she had revived the station commander and helped her to her feet that she noticed the locker was now empty.

"Well damn," Becky muttered in a raspy whisper, her right hand holding Barbie's arm across her shoulders and her other hand under Barbie's arm that was on the far side of her.

When Becky and Barbie stumbled into the dayroom, April and Sarah looked up, expecting to see rifles and ammunition. Instead, they saw a battered Becky and a confused Barbie. Surrendering Barbie to Sarah and helping her seat the station commander in an armchair, Becky explained in a barely audible whisper, "She was knocked out." Sarah had already surmised that from the lump on the back of Barbie's head. "I wish I could take an X-ray," Sarah said, mainly to herself.

"What about you?" April asked, her eyes full of compassion and concern.

Becky wearily nodded her head and touched her throat. "Yep," she answered in a rough whisper. "The bastard got me as well."

April quickly turned away, her body shaking as she sobbed in empathy.

As Barbie's mind began to function more clearly, she was able to digest what had just happened out in the garage bay. "Alright," she addressed the other three women, "We have no communications. We have no weapons." Placing her hands on the arms of the chair she was seated in, she pushed herself to a standing position. "We are dealing with someone possibly of non-Earth origins..."

"Possibly?" April challenged. "That monster has green-skin!"

"And he cums like a horse," Becky said in a raspy whisper, her hand gently caressing her sore neck.

Barbie LeGrande stood with her hands on her hips. As a trained scientist, she was loath to jump to conclusions. But the evidence of the crash and the physical appearance of the being were overwhelming. "Alright. We are dealing with an Alien being. Our only option is to leave. Let's load up the land rovers with food. Becky," she pointed to her. "You and I will fill all the empty gas cans that we have and put them into the vehicles. We'll head for Little America."

"But Barbie," Sarah protested, "It is a three day drive to the main base."

"And that is assuming no storms," April pointed out.

"Not very likely," Sarah commented. "This is the middle of winter. There are always storms in winter.

"What other options do we have?" Barbie challenged. There was no answer, so after waiting a few moments, Barbie added, "Alright, then. Let's move."

Seeing the inevitable logic of Barbie's plan, everyone sprang into action. Becky and Barbie headed for the garage bay while the other two got empty duffel bags from their rooms and began stripping the pantry of can goods. But Sarah and April's activities were brutally curtailed when Becky and Barbie returned after only a few minutes.

"Forget it," Barbie growled, "That bastard has incapacitated the land rovers." She stood there fuming for a moment before continuing. "When we got there, the hoods were open. Becky saw that all the belts have been cut, and he had ripped out the distributors and connecting wires. There were holes poked in the radiators. Probably with a screwdriver that we noticed lying near one of the land rovers."

"Can't you repair them?" April looked at Becky.

"She has spare belts," Barbie continued to answer for Becky whose throat was still too sore to speak comfortably. "And she has a spare distributor. One spare. But the radiators..."

"I might... might... be able to braze the punctures," Becky **** herself to talk, wincing from the effort. "But it will take time. And.... " she slowly shook her head, "I can't guarantee my brazing will hold." Becky looked beseechingly at the group. "I'm not a professional welder."

"Well, do the best that you can," Barbie encouraged, gripping her station-mate's shoulder. "We'll do whatever you tell us to assist you."

"Commander," April spoke up. "I would like to go outside and check the antenna. The radio set itself seems to be in good order."

"Alright," Barbie agreed, "I'll go with you. Sarah," she turned to the Doctor, "Go with Becky and help her out."

A few minutes later a heavily bundled up April and Barbie were behind the station complex with strong flashlights, trudging towards the towering antenna. As they got closer, April's beam revealed that the hinged, water-proof panel cover was gaping. April ran up to it and dropped down to her knees. "Shit, shit, and SHIT!" April cursed. "That creature stole the loading coil!"

Barbie trotted up to join April. "Loading coil? What is that?" the station commander asked. But before April could answer, Barbie questioned, "Do you have a spare one?"

April slowly shook her head. "Normally there would be no need to. Not like those things burn out or need to be replaced or anything. Without one..."

Her voice trailed off and Barbie completed the sentence for her, "There is no way the radio will work?" April nodded sadly, her eyes still focused on the open box.

Back inside, Barbie strode purposely to the kitchen area, tugging open drawers by the sink. "Here, " she said, passing a large carving knife to April. "Keep this with you at all times." April nodded resolutely and tucked the make-do weapon into her waist, between her belt and pants. Grabbing three more similar knives, shoving one behind her belt as April had, she headed out to the garage bay.

They found Sarah leaning over font of one of the vehicles; Becky flat on her back on a dolly underneath it. They were disconnecting the radiator in order to remove it. Barbie and April joined in to help.

About two hours later, the first radiator was sitting on top of a work-bench. The station crew were working on the second. Once both were out, Becky would compare the two to see which had the least damage and concentrate on repairing it. "You know," Sarah Attwood commented just prior to gasping when she banged her knuckles. Again. For about the fiftieth time. After sucking on the hurt joint, Sarah continued her current line of thought. "Maybe we can communicate with it. I mean, it must be highly intelligent. I think it is safe to assume that the creature is a pilot of an interplanetary space-craft. Maybe even inter-stellar. It is not just a brute, unthinking beast."

"No, it is a thinking brute beast," April replied.

"Well," Sarah answered, trying to formulate a plan. "If it, er, he comes back..."

"It will be back," April cut in, her voice and demeanor suggesting dejection.

"We could use hand gestures," Sarah continued with her train of thought. "Offer it, er, him food. Take him by the hand and lead him around the station. Show him what we are doing here."

The movement of Becky's dolly rolling out from under the vehicle curtailed Sarah's flow of ideas. Standing up, Becky pointed to the two remaining bolts and then over to the workbench. Everyone nodded their heads; they had already taken out one radiator. Barbie and April firmly held the unit, lifting on it to take pressure off the bolts as Sarah first loosened them, then backed them off. With grunts, Barbie and April lifted the radiator out and crab-walked over to the bench. Becky wiped her hands on a rag and leaned in to closely examine the fronts of the two radiator cores to determine which to attempt to repair.

A sudden scream from April caused the other three to spin to look where April was staring. The alien was on the far wall of the garage bay. He had either just arrived or had been lurking in the shadows for some time. The women gripped the handles of their knives, pulling them out into a defensive posture. The alien raised his left fist, pointing his stiff arm towards April. Reaching across with his right hand, he pressed a button on top of his wrist gauntlet. A loud, pure tone preceded an arc of blue, concentrate waves. When they passed through April, she collapsed in a heap, her knife clanging to the concrete floor. As the other three were digesting what had just happened, the alien pointed his extended left arm towards Becky. Another loud whine and a series of waves and Becky fell. Barbie was next.

That left only Sarah. She dropped her knife and raised her hands, palms outwards. "Hi," she said with a bright, albeit nervous, smile. Moving one hand towards her chest, she tapped it and said, "Sarah. Sarah. My name is Sarah." The alien lowered his arm and approached the doctor. Hopefully, he was understanding what she was trying to do.

He was not. A loud slap on the back of her neck and the alien, with unbelievable strength, jerked the dark-haired woman to her knees. "Oh, no!" Sarah gasped, but her protests were stifled by a long, thick black and gray phallus being shoved down her throat. No matter how hard she struggled, Sarah could not escape. The power of the being thrusting his cock back and forth inside the helpless woman's mouth was irresistible. His widespread hands securely held Sarah's head as he hunched his hips. Sarah tried to remain calm. To relax. To breathe through her nose. But the leathery ball-sack banging against her chin, her natural inclination to retch and throw-up with each deep thrust, made keeping a cool head difficult. With a mighty effort of will, Sarah **** herself to go limp. With closed eyes, she allowed herself to be used, misused, and abused by the intruder. Her mouth and throat, just a fuck-hole for the alien being. Drool trickled from the corners of her widely stretched mouth, her chin and neck becoming soaked with spittle.

Just when she thought that she could stand it no longer, the being began to ejaculate. Hot, creamy globs of alien spunk filling her mouth, shooting down her throat. Over and over his cock spasmed, pumping out more and more of the jizm, thick as plaster. After a seeming eternity, the being's orgasm subsided. He released his grip on her hand and she collapsed in a pile at his feet. As she lay there, grasping for breath and coughing, she could hear movement behind her. Some scraping noises, and then the door leading to the outside was opened.