The Chief
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Marcella's hands have been tied behind her back. She struggles against the tight bindings. A strong hand grabs her hair and pulls, jerking her head up. Marcella's eyes focus on the tall green figure standing in front of her. Its elaborate headdress made it clear it (he?) is some sort of leader or chief--or perhaps, a shaman. She has no idea if these titles, with their origins in human cultures, make any sense in this alien society. Regardless, she reasons that whatever this creature's title is, it clearly is in charge.
The alien's deep black eyes are focused on her. The "chief" turns its head side to side as it examines her. She hears the other aliens grunting, chittering, and howling.
The alien pulls even more on her hair to the point of raining her naked torso off the ground. Marcella grunts with the fierce pain in her scalp.
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Slowly, she is being pulled up off the ground. Her breasts dangle from her heaving chest
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Now, on her knees, Marcella faces the "chief." The hand pulling on her hair keeps her head erect. She hears the "chief speak. It isn't looking at her now but, instead, by turning its head left and right, seems to be looking for someone.
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Trembling with fear, Marcella summons up her courage to face the "chief." It seems to be speaking to another alien behind her.
(*Sojan, what is this thing?*)
(*I do not know, Wise One. It was observed crossing the Field of Dreams and entering the Sacred Rocks. Vulwa, here, confronted it, thinking it was a ghost, but clearly it is not. It is a physical thing. I honestly have no idea what the damn thing is! Bivass claims she saw it descend from the sky. It seems able to conjure up strange lights and voices out of the air.*)
((Sojan looks around for Vulwa.))
(*Vulwa, where are you? Here, come forth and please explain what you observed to the Wise One.*)
((Vulwa steps up and bows toward the shaman.))
(*Truly, Wise One, I have no better an idea of what this thing is than has Sojan. All I know is that it gave off strange dancing lights in the air and uttered strange voices. Then, most bizarrely, it stripped off its outer skin and . . . *)
(*Stripped off its skin!* interjects the shaman. *How utterly gruesome! Did it also defecate and try to flee?*)
(*No, Wise One. Most unnaturally, it stood its ground as I demanded it explain why it trespassed onto the Sacred Rocks.*)
(*Were you able to communicate with it,* asked the shaman?*)
(*No, wise one. It gave me an obscene gesture that I and my sisters--who were concealed in the rocks--found quite offensive. It was behaving like some depraved, mad brooder! Granted, brooders can be very emotional and irrational at times in their cycles, but this was very different. We all began chastising it for behaving so disrespectfully while in the Sacred Rocks. I even threw my spear at it as a sign of my disgust. But instead of accepting chastisement it disrespectfully ran away. We followed it and I eventually brought it down with a rock. It appeared to be running back towards the Field of Dreams. That would have been a desecration of the sacred spaces. I could not let that happen.*)
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(*You did the correct thing, Vulwa,* says the shaman.
The shaman looks down at Marcella. Its head again turning from side to side as it stares at her.
(*It does look like some kind of brooder, doesn't it?* The shaman observes. *It seems to have a jocunth that could accept a slonguth, but not a very large one.*)
The shaman looks up into the faces of the aliens behind Marcella. (*Well, at least not mine. I would split the damn thing wide open!*)
Marcella hears strange, high-pitched chitterings. It sounds like laugher to her. If it is, she wonders what they could be laughing about.
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(*What are those swellings in its chest?* Asks the shaman. *No brooder has anything like those. Whatever purpose could they have. Ornaments, perhaps? Some sort of sexual signaling like when brooders grow a scarlet patch on their chests when they are receptive?*)
(*I don't know, Wise One,* replies Vulwa. *They are soft tissues and warm to the touch. The creature did not seem to mind me touching them. I may be completely wrong in interpreting the creature's reaction, but it almost seemed to enjoy having them touched. I could swear it was offering them to me, pushing them closer as I touched them. Especially if I grazed the darker projections that became very tumescent with my touch. Much like a slonguth gets stiff prior to insertion.*)
(*Could it deliver fertilizing fluid through them?* Queries the shaman. She goes on to observe before any answer. *Normal brooders fertilize internally once an egg is inserted, but if this thing that looks like a brooder indeed fertilizes with those swellings, how does the fertilized egg get inserted up its jocunth?*)
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Marcella hears what sounds like mumblings coming from behind her. The chief's eyes seem fixed on her breasts.
So, you like my tits, huh? Pretty nice set, aren't they? Men, she thinks to herself,
always go for a nice pair of boobs.
Yet, Marcella reasons, perhaps these things aren't males, or at least what she would think are males. But they almost have to be the "males" of this species. They are built like males--big and muscular--carry spears, and all seem to have a sizeable "package" under its ("his") loincloth, judging by clearly visible bulges.
Could I be raped? She wonders and shudders at the thought.
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"What do you want from me?" Marcella shouts at the tall alien.
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"Please, please! I'm here peacefully!" Marcella knows they probably have no idea what she is saying. She only hopes if she looks unthreatening they'll believe she is of no danger to them.
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The tall "chief" point at her and begins to speak.