The boys from Belteguese : mf fantasy

He held up one of the photos, and so did each of the others, as if on signal I can't detect. Every face was smiling at me over the images.

"You're all going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"Here and now, Judith, here and now. In front of everybody in this room." Delta confirms my fears without seeming to care much one way or the other. The other boys are still smiling. All except the black, Epsilon. He turns and flicks a picture of Ms X's gangbang like a playing card onto the big guy's table.

"There you go, folks. Send it to the lady and maybe she'll autograph it for you."

The couple stared at the photo for a second, astonished, before getting to their feet as nervous as deer seeing a lion padding towards them: they were getting set to do some serious running and I wished I was going with them. Gamma sniggered and looked around at the watchers at the other tables nearby. He went through the stage magicians' routine of pulling his sleeves back from his wrists to show there was nothing hidden up them. Then as the big guy's partner stood up, he flicked his fingers at her, like a kid playing at being a conjurer. The well rounded blonde gave a little shriek and suddenly her figure didn't look nearly so good. Her boobs were sagging, her hips seemed wider and her hands were patting at the side of her tightened dress like a man suddenly missing his wallet.

Only I and her know for sure that what she's suddenly missing is all her underwear -- well, her, me, and the bunch of superpowered assholes sharing a quiet joke at her shock and embarrassment. Already I could see my dreams falling into ruin. I was going to be the reporter who told the world about first contact, but instead I'm slated to tell the human race we're going to be ruled by a bunch of power mad teenagers happy to rape and hurt for the fun of it. These aren't visiting Gods from Olympus, this bunch are five little monsters rapidly turning into uncontrollable Caligulas and Neros. And if you don't know anything about history you've no idea at all how bad that can get. But it looked like I was going to become one of the early object lessons.

Gamma opened his mouth for the first time: "Let's get on with it. I want to teach this little slut a lesson about stealing other people's property."

Alpha shrugged his shoulders: "Sure, but there's no rush. I think we could use a couple of good stage assistants for a cabaret turn. How about making some room here?"

There was movement around the table, though Alpha and Delta stayed where they were, on either side of me on the back seat. Epsilon stood up. Beta and Gamma slid down the side benches leaving two empty gaps at the inside corner seats.

"One more question," I asked quickly. "How did you know I was around, and how did you follow me?"

Alpha sniggered: "Half the trees in that piece of forest have got motion detectors and video cameras on them, all paid for by the government. But none of it meant shit -- as soon as you saw these pictures we felt you coming on heat. Boy, you were sure getting steamed up, hey?"

"You -- what?"

It was like one of those silent drill movements that military display teams use: each one of them reached up at the same second and tapped their forehead. It wasn't a silent movement though, it was communication on a level where I couldn't operate. Not wittingly, anyway. But the deal seemed to be that whenever Judith felt like getting her ashes hauled every male Belteguesian within miles could hear her libido howling for sex. So much for personal privacy: no wonder the alien bastards were smiling like lottery winners all the time.

"We had the road blocked both ways long before you drove away. But when you stopped off in town we decided to let you freshen up and relax before we dropped by. But the receptionist told us about your letter -- if she hadn't we'd just have kept fading more air out of her lungs. And when she did talk we faded her and the safe. And here we all are together."

"Not quite all," Delta said. "Let's have the side dishes back again."

He clicked his fingers and Hanna and Muni were sitting in the places that had been empty. It took both of them a second or two to realize that somehow they'd been moved around the table without knowing how or remembering a thing about it.

"It's OK, girls," Delta said. "We do a magic show and we just made you disappear for a while. But we can make other things disappear as well. Like this."

He nodded towards Hanna and she gave a little shriek before her hands flew underneath the table as she stared down the side of the table, totally bemused. Muni asked something, in German, and Delta laughed. "Your sister's problem is that she's just found out she's naked from the waist down. Like you are now."

Muni's generous mouth opened in a rictus of disbelief at his statement. And then she too had her arms pushed down between her body and the table top as she slapped her palms on her naked cunt. I could see the whites of her eyes as they rolled back.

"Mein Gott! Only in America could this happen!" she gasps in awe. Meanwhile Beta and Gamma were sliding underneath the table like seals off a rock.

"Put your hands back on the table, girls, both of you. Hands on the table and legs wide apart. Otherwise the rest of your clothing will go as well."

The Germans did as they were told. They placed their hands palms down on the table top and stared at each other's disbelieving faces, then gasped as the boys did whatever it was they were doing. If the girls are having their pussies licked I'm surprised -- it's more consideration from these guys as lovers than I'd have expected.

A couple of crowd controller types are heading across the room to our table, eager to show off their strength to these smart assed school kids causing a disturbance. Delta saw them and his thin lips sneered: both hulking men were suddenly gone as if they were figures on a whiteboard which has just been wiped clean. And about the same time as they vanish so do my tights and panties.

Whilst I'm still gasping Alpha's left hand has settled on my right thigh, Delta's right hand on my left thigh, and their fingers rubbing and moving higher, underneath my rucked up skirt. Epsilon grinned at me and ducked down out of sight. I've never been licked by a black guy before but it looks as if that's going to be the least of my new experiences tonight.

Like the other girls I kept my hands on the table as I was skillfully sexed up by incredibly skillful fingers. Resistance or shyness was not an option -- like every girl in ancient Greece knew, you don't try and argue with the Gods, especially when they want a fuck. All the people who could see into our booth are watching, getting a good idea of what's happening, the men mostly grinning, some of the women pretending to be offended but none of them able to conceal their interest.

I wondered what Dan Baldwin would say if he could also see what was happening to me -- and then I wondered what happily married Dan Baldwin would do to me if he had the power that these boys have? Well, I know what he'd do, he'd screw me, just like these guys are going to. Only he probably wouldn't do me by the numbers in front of an audience like a whore in an Amsterdam live sex club.

I felt more skin brushing between my opened thighs, skin and hair, and then a warm, wet tongue slurping away at where the other guys are holding me open. I show my appreciation at Epsilon's skill by reaching down to the laps of the boys sitting next to me. It's not only these boy's fingers which are long and tapered, and the sounds being forced out of my tightly clenched lips were echoed around the table from Muni and Hanna, who also begin sounding off in German. I knew they were telling each other they were getting the best tongue lashing of their lives. So was I, because the guys licking us were hot linked straight into our minds. Every male around the table knew exactly what each of us girls wanted doing to her and they were feeding off the mounting frenzy in our brain waves like leeches sucking on stolen blood.

One of the waitresses had stopped in her tracks next to our table. She was good at her job, strong and skillful, carrying three full plates at once, though they were swaying as she stared at us, her mouth agape. She was mid-thirties, with tied back blonde hair and a tired look on her face, but with a figure that should please any man looking for comfort instead of speed. She seemed angry at the way the boys seemed to be able to fool around in her restaurant without anybody stopping them. I couldn't care less, I was moaning like a trainee ghost as Epsilon stroked my mind and licked my clit. That guy could use his tongue like a hummingbird -- I was thinking that maybe I could get to like being alienated.

"Oh God, ET, keep phoning home!" I screeched.

The waitress walked towards us, red faced as she got ready to order us out, the plates still in her hands.

The lights went out, for a second, flicked back on again and the waitress was still there and the plates were still swaying in her hands. They weren't the only things that were swaying too, because her shirt and bra no longer existed -- not in this universe, anyway. But her tits were still there, well tanned on top, white below, with extra large nipples on them that nearly fell into the gravy as her front support disappeared. Give the girl her due though, she had enough respect for her employer's carpet to keep hold of the plates and carry them with her as she rushed back towards the kitchen. A bunch of guys further down the room whistled and cheered in appreciation as she went by with her appetizers on display and all ajiggle. Delta and Alpha chuckled, the first genuine laughter I'd heard from either one of them. And then Alpha slapped his hand on top of the table.

"OK, show time!"

The guys began emerging from underneath the table. Epsilon clasped his hands together over his head in a boxer's salute as some of the watching guys cheered him. None of them understands what's happening but as entertainment value it seems we're stomping all over the Super Bowl. Epsilon grabs Hanna by the hand to fetch her out of the booth and she cowers back in fear until she realizes she's suddenly fully dressed again.

"Don't worry about it, girls, it's all part of a magic show we're putting on and you're going to help us -- come on."

As I stood up it seemed as if the room was as big as Central Park and has a million pairs of eyes in it, all concentrated on us. We were led towards a small dais at one end of the room, a bandstand maybe. It was only a few feet across and seemed crowed as we all stepped up onto it. The boys stood at the back, except Alpha. He ordered Hanna and Muni and myself to line up in front of the guys. Most of the diners hadn't yet seen the crazy things that had been happening; the were looking at us as though we're going to sing some come-to-Jesus numbers and come around afterwards for donations. None of them had realized yet that it was already Judgment Day.

"What's happening?" Muni asked me in a dazed whisper.

"I'm going to be gruppenficked." I told her.

She gasps: "Here?"

"Ja!"

"What about us -- we can run away?"

"I don't think so, Muni"

Alpha stood up in front of us, as casual in his public appearance as a professional actor. Just as casually, he waved a hand at one of the TV screens and it went blank, with the play right on the ten yard line. There were yells of protest from the bar, renewed in numbers and strength as the boy repeated his hand movement and the second set shut down. The loudest and angriest NFL fan got up on a chair and shook his fist at the dais. Two of the rear legs on the chair disappeared and the protester fell backwards onto a table. The entire room suddenly went very quiet. Alpha called out in a high pitched and clear voice

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are the Ice Boys, and we can put anything we like into cold storage. We hope you enjoy the little show we're going to put on for you tonight. First of all, I demonstrate to you the truth of the old Chinese saying that many hands make light work."

Again, it was like a drill movement by soldiers, Alpha clapping his hands at the same split second as all the boys behind us did the same. Every light in the room went out and it was as dark as the bottom of a disused coal mine. Then another handclap and the lights came on again, and I'm naked from the waist up and those fucking photos are still sticking to the sweating skin in between my breasts. An embarrassment which was driven lower on my priority list as both cheeks of my ass are pinched from behind, pinched very hard and painfully.

I yelped, I instinctively put my hands down and behind me and there were scattered cheers from the dumb morons who are so drunk or so stupid they can't think about anything but how I'm being forced to wave my naked boobs in front of everybody. At least I had the satisfaction of seeing one guy leap up with a yell and begin furiously mopping his crotch. Somebody must have spilt something hot on him: 'Waiter, there's soup in my fly!'

It's odd what you think about as the world ends, I've found that out. But before I could try again to get my hands up in front of me there was another synchronized clap from the Belteguese and it was dark again.

Not only was it dark but I was decent again. The lights came on again and this time I had my hands up but it was Hanna and Muni who needed to have their hands raised over their uncovered tits. Both of them seemed determined to hang onto them as well, until the lights flickered on and off in a second, and came on to show the sisters now dressed from the waist up but with only their boots on from the waist down. Not that I was able to sympathize much because all I had myself was my top; everywhere south of that was pure skin, shoes excepted.

The way the boys did it, you'd think we'd all rehearsed this act for months. They were beating out a regular rhythm with their hands, the room lights going off and on with an almost strobe like effect, and clothing vanishing, re-appearing, vanishing again. Then we ended up mostly naked, with our panties springing back into existence around our knees, so we were effectively hobbled, and with hands delivering stinging slaps from behind in each of the dark seconds, so that Hanna, Muni and I had our hands rubbing our bottoms whenever the lights shone again.

The cheers had stopped, even the dumbest of the dumb in the restaurant had realized by now that this wasn't any kind of an act and that something very, very weird was occurring. Any doubt on that point was soon settled when Alpha began selecting tables at random and displaying the diners around each of the tables totally naked during each of the quick bursts of light. None of the customers wanted to move while they were nude and nobody else wanted to do anything at all to draw attention to themselves. An uncontrollable evil had begun flapping its black wings in that room and the cops who could stop it hadn't even been born yet.

Then the lights came on again and stayed on. I was wearing nothing but my shoes. Those guys had a real footwear fetish. Hanna and Muni still had their boots on, and, to surprise, their complete set of underwear as well. Our wrists were all behind our backs, held there by the boys. Alpha made a mock bow to the crowd.

"Folks, a big hand please for Ms Judith Stynes. Girls, bring her out."

He beckoned to Hanna and Muni. Both of them are so frightened now they'd jump off a cliff if he told them to. They took my arms and walked me forward to the edge of the dais. My bare breasts flopped around as I moved and I felt as if they were suddenly as big as Ms X's -- hell, they felt as big as camel's humps.

"Folks, Judith is a hot shot reporter from a big city paper, 'The Record' and later on she's got a big story to tell you all, the biggest you'll ever hear. But right now she's going to put on a little cabaret show, with some help from the audience. Let's see, now."

Alpha walked along the nearest tables, and then waved his hand over one of them. Everything vanished; cutlery, place mats, plates, tablecloth. The group sitting around the table gaped at the bare wooden top.

"Don't worry, folks, it's all done with mirrors. Now watch what happens."

I was grabbed by the boys and put down on the table on my back. There were three middle aged men and two women sitting at the table, each of them staring down at me. Well dressed professional types, bewildered and very frightened. The boys stood behind them, hands resting on their shoulders, defying them to do anything at their peril. One of the women seemed to be collecting her courage to say something, but there was nothing useful to be said. Except what I whispered to her, and her friends.

"It's OK, it's OK! Do whatever they tell you and keep quiet."

"Listen in, folks," Alpha called out, "I want a nice big crowd around this table to watch the action and anybody with a camera had better get here fast. I'd be real disappointed if nobody has a video. There's going to be a lot more scenes here tonight nobody will ever believe unless they see them."

The boys whispered to Hanna and Muni. Epsilon and Gamma help the girls lift up my legs. The Germans pressed up against them, keeping my knees straight and holding my ankles up high as fresh faces appear around the table, all at them staring at each other as if they're passengers on the Titanic who've just found their shoes full of seawater.

Hanna and Muni kept looking at each other as well. They're not telepathic and neither was I, but I knew they were thinking that once the gang has gotten bored with me they're soon going to consider the amusement value of fucking two sisters side by side.

My skin was sticking to the varnished table top. Alpha laughed and told the men sitting around it to suck my nipples. He moved closer to my legs and started rubbing his long fingers against my cunt. The women watched what the men were doing to me without making any protests, although one of them held my hand tightly as if to comfort me. I couldn't believe the asshole walking sideways around the table holding up a video camera was grinning at me as he recorded everything that was happening. Well, maybe he was just plain stupid. There wasn't a human in this room who had any firmer tenure on existence than a bubble in a jaccuzi.

The other halfbreed aliens gathered alongside Alpha, he knelt down and started licking me again and my tips hardened inside the mouths of the two respectable gentleman who were sharing me as their unexpected entree. The German girls were also getting close attention from the two boys each had close behind her, especially from the hands roaming over their trim Teutonic tails. They both kept holding me tightly as the hands moved up and around their tits. Alpha stood up. He must have used his useful talent to remove his own clothes in a flash because now he was naked and his cock looked totally human -- long, but human -- and he used it like every other male I've ever met in a close encounter of the usual kind. The head thrust into me, further and further, and my inner muscles are clenched around it as it forced them open.

I called out to the watching faces, to the camera, to the men sucking me, to the woman holding my hand, but really to Alpha. Every other face was a blur but not his, each detail of it was etched on my memory as he took me. I wondered if Gamma was at the back of the queue again, and in the meantime I was being fucked by a young God who held the entire world in his hands. Suddenly I could feel his mind plunging as deeply into my inner being as his shaft was is into my loins: it fitted as smoothly as his cock did in my cunt and all I wanted to do forever more was to worship him body and soul.

But even as I blissfully submitted to my lord's power I couldn't stop wondering how many more clones the government geeks made from that frozen Belteguese body. And whether the rest of us are all going to be slaves for ever more.