Grounded

The cold arctic air rushing in helped revive Sarah somewhat. She crawled to her feet, stumbled over to the door to close it, then knelt down by Barbie. There was a pulse, and she was breathing. Cradling the blonde head in her lap, Sarah gently slapped her cheek, trying to awake her. Gradually there was a fluttering of the eyelids and Barbie opened her vacant eyes; staring blankly up at the ceiling. Finally she asked, "Wh-what happened?" She weakly lifted her head to look around. Sarah tried to answer, but no words came out.

Once Sarah and Barbie had revived the other two, the four gathered around the workbench, resting their weights on their hands as they stood hunched over, taking ragged, uncertain breaths. That blue beam had sapped their strengths. Everyone felt as if she had a hangover.

"Shit!" Becky gasped, her voice still weak and low. "He... he took the radiators!"

The other three now became aware of the missing units and they looked at each other, panic in their eyes.

"So, now what?" April asked. "We just sit around waiting for the calvary to arrive while taking turns being throat-****?"

"You got a better idea?" Becky spun on April, frustrated by the sabotaged vehicles. "Do you want to try walking back to Little America?"

"We kill him," Sarah said in a raspy whisper so low that she was almost inaudible.

"How?" April demanded. But Barbie's raised palm cut her off from going into a tirade. The Station Commander was staring at the Doctor, wondering what she was suggesting.

"I'll mix up a lethal injection," Sarah winced from the discomfort of speaking. "The next time he is **** one of us, I'll wait until he is really getting into it. Run up behind him. And kill the bastard." She lifted her fist over her head, her thumb extended. Bringing her fist down in a stabbing motion, she curled her thumb, in an imitation of driving home the plunger in a hypodermic needle.

"So you stay hidden in safety while one of us are having our tonsils swabbed?" April snorted.

"I'll do it," Barbie said. The other three looked at her, quizzical expressions on their faces. "I said that I'll do it. Everybody else hide when we hear him returning. I'll go up to him," she paused, taking a deep breath to fortify herself and continued, "Let him use me and, Sarah," she stared into the Doctor's eyes, "You do it!"

The women did not have long to wait to implement the Doctor's plan. They were playing bridge in the dayroom, but without the usual conversation. The only time anyone spoke was when making her bid. The loaded hypodermic needle lying on the table near Sarah's right hand was the center of the card players' attentions.

The muted rattling noise coming from down the hall caused everyone to freeze.

But only for a second. Barbie shot to her feet and made a shooing motion with her hands towards April and Becky. Those two dashed into the kitchen and Sarah slowly stood up, picking up the hypodermic with her right hand. Taking a final cleansing breath, Barbie turned and marched down the hallway.

The creature entered the hall from the garage and Barbie made eye contact with it. Forcing herself not to panic, she deliberately walked straight towards him. The creature stopped, watching the woman, studying her movements. Up to now, the humans had always shown fear and had tried to flee. But he didn't obsess over that. As soon as she was within arm's length, his wide hand shot out to clasp the back of her neck and jerk her downwards and forwards.

"Ooof!" Barbie grunted and fell forwards, deliberately taking two steps to her right, trying to get the creature to face the garage. As she was **** to her knees, she took a small degree of satisfaction in the fact that on that point she had succeeded. The creature now had his back towards the dayroom and Sarah.

But that small victory was immediately wiped away by the creature's other hand gripping her chin and forcing her jaws apart. Barbie's eyes bulged when that impossibly wide, impossibly long alien cock invaded her mouth. Despite knowing what to expect, that did not make the **** face-fuck any easier to endure.

Desperately trying to breathe, she kept her arms to her side as the creature snatched her head back and forth with ferocity. Tears flowed from her eyes and she was constantly **** as that extra-terrestrial fuck-stick plunged in and out of her throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and her nose was running.

"Ack . . . Ack . . . Ack . . .," Barbie repeatedly gagged as she knelt there on the cold linoleum of the hallway. She tried desperately not to throw up. But then suddenly the throat-fucking stopped. The hard cock was withdrawn from her mouth. Looking up, she saw the back of the creature and he was grappling with Sarah.

The creature easily enough took the needle from the Doctor, and holding her securely with one hand, he tilted his head to study the hypodermic that he held in his other. Holding the needle tightly in his fist, he pushed against the side with his thumb, snapping the glass tube. Dropping the pieces to the floor, he stared at Sarah for several moments.

With a vengeance he flung her away from him, slamming her against the wall and knocking the wind out of her. Slowly he turned back to Barbie. The woman was no longer exuding confidence, but was physically quivering. When he reached for her head, he did not have to **** her jaws apart. She opened her mouth wide, accepting the fact that they had failed and now she would have to pay the price.

She clenched her eyes shut and tried to focus on thoughts of home.