Conceptfan's Shorts

No. 1 - "Hostile Takeover"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: All of my stories have been written for an exclusively adult audience. They contain descriptions of violence, some of it of a sexual nature. They also include other sexually explicit depictions. They are in no way suitable for minors. Furthermore it is against the law in many parts of the world for this type of material to be read, either by minors or by minors and adults. Please make sure you are not acting contrary to local legislation before reading on and please do not read any further if you find this type of material offensive in any way. This is a work of fiction and any similarity between the characters and events depicted and any people/events in real-life, past or present, is purely co-incidence. A number of the characters and events portrayed are inspired by, or based upon, existing works of fiction. Although I have made every effort to keep plagiarism to a minimum, I must acknowledge a debt of thanks to the many artists and writers who have shared their talents with the public. I've released my stories to the public domain to make sure that as many people as possible who share my interest in this type of fiction can enjoy them. Please feel free to re-distribute them by whatever means you like, provided you respect the following points: (1) The stories will be re-distributed exactly as they are - unchanged and unedited. (2) No other person will claim authorship of any of these stories or any part of them. (3) The stories will not be distributed for profit, either on their own or as part of a group of other works. Lastly, thank you for your interest in this story. I hope you enjoy it!

The President sat calmly in his office and waited. He knew now that there was nothing more he could do. Over the past few weeks, he and his citizens had been subjected to an assault that had caused them all more than once to question their senses. Their country - in fact, the whole world - was under hostile attack by an extraterrestrial enemy. A single being. A single being that was so much like one of them in appearance.

It didn't seem possible. The alien looked like nothing more than a teenage girl. An outstandingly beautiful and - observers couldn't help but notice - well-developed youth, but a teenage girl none-the-less. Fresh-faced with long shiny brown hair, flawless skin, clear brown eyes, rosebud lips and perfect teeth, long arms and legs and a slim and exceptionally shapely figure, she might have been an up-and-coming film star.

But up-and-coming film stars didn't throw buses around as if they weighed nothing more than tennis balls using only their slender arms. Up-and-coming film stars didn't emerge without a single scratch when an anti-tank grenade exploded in their dainty hands. They didn't spill innocent blood seemingly with as little thought as others might use to blink. And they certainly didn't produce winds that travelled at ten times the speed of a hurricane just by casually exhaling air through the pouting lips of their perfect mouths. Only this girl did do all that, and so much more. And she seemed determined to demonstrate her unbelievable abilities at every opportunity.

The President sighed as he considered his position. The lone alien invader had utterly defeated countless army battalions. Air strikes had also proven totally ineffective against this beautiful yet deadly enemy from the stars. Pleas for negotiations had fallen on immaculate ears that seemed to be deaf one instant and capable of detecting a man's heartbeat when he lay hidden half a mile away the next. The President wondered if the alien was listening to the rhythm of his own heart at that very instant, or to the beats produced by the chests of the six security agents who stood around the room, fingers poised on the triggers of their state-of-the art weapons.

From the large window opposite were he was seated he could see the narrow swathe of disorder that had been carved through his nation's capital city by the incredible girl as she had made her unstoppable advance towards his residence. As bad as the damage appeared, the President knew that there were even worse scenes in many of his other towns. And he also knew that the trail of wreckage was still growing, and that it had now reached the interior of the very building in which he now sat.

As he listened the sound of muffled automatic weapons fire, intermingled with an occasional, much louder, explosion - possibly caused by grenades, or maybe even armour piercing rockets of some kind - he found himself touched by the bravery of the men trying to defend both him and all that he symbolised to them. But he felt no cause for optimism. He had seen, read and heard too many reports of the alien girl's complete invulnerability to far more destructive weapons than those that were being used on the floors below. No, the President knew that it was only a matter of time until he found himself face to beautiful young face with the invader.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire and explosions ceased. He closed his eyes, fearful of what might have become of the men who had been protecting him. The half-dozen guards with him stiffened as well and the tension in the office became unbearable. Still, the waiting continued. The men in the room flinched as one as the sound of someone shouting filtered through the walls only to be dramatically cut off mid-syllable. Had the owner of that voice become yet another victim of the stunning alien? They had all viewed enough footage of her assaults on Earth to know that it was more than likely.

For the hundredth time, the President considered what he was going to do when she finally, inevitably, stood before him. Any thoughts of physical resistance were pointless. He could clearly recall the videos he had watched, and his mood while he watched - horrified but unable to look away. He remembered his shock as he had seen her walking confidently through the desert, her stride not altering for a second as the sand beneath her perfect bare feet was fused into glass in the heat generated by a tactical nuclear detonation directly over her head. After that, he was hardly even surprised to see film of her gorgeous and generous chest absorbing a series of direct hits from rockets designed to destroy armour-reinforced underground buildings.

He had become convinced that his armies could not hurt her. But how she could hurt them! One video had shown her stopping an enormous tank mid charge with just one delicate hand and then calmly tearing it in half down its length as if it were made of thin paper before calmly crushing the men who had been inside beneath the two halves of the destroyed vehicle.

In another piece of footage she had strolled through a squadron of infantrymen, her long, thin arms flashing out to either side, each movement claiming a life. She decapitated men, ripped gaping holes right through their chests, bellies or faces - she even threw some of them dozens of yards into the air. A few she had kicked, causing their bodies to explode with gore or occasionally to fly off towards the horizon. The President had felt sick as he watched, his mind unable to reconcile the girl's astonishing beauty with the inhuman cruelty of her actions.

He'd also seen film of her ripping the canon off the front of a tank and hurling it skyward with such force that it tore right through a fighter jet that had been flying overhead at an altitude of five thousand feet. The impact instantly reduced the warplane to a ball of fire that fell to Earth like a stone. Then there was the footage of her emerging unaffected from a dense cloud of deadly nerve gas, stepping disinterestedly on the bodies of countless soldiers who had succumbed to the poison, the lethal chemical not even causing the tiniest blemish on her flawless youthful skin.

Thousands of men had attempted to stop her using every weapon in existence. But this lone, unarmed, teenage girl who appeared to be dressed in nothing more than a tight-fitting T-shirt and a pair of immodest shorts, had defeated them all. She didn't even seem to need to sleep, rest or eat, continuously wreaking havoc day and night. Physically, militarily, there was no hope. What was a leader of so many supposed to do when faced with such an enemy? An enemy that was probably now only yards away. The President cleared his throat to catch the attention of his guards.

"Put down your weapons, men. They won't be any use." The guards began to slowly lay their guns on the floor. "All your weapons." he insisted. "Pile them up in the corner. If you're unarmed, and you don't offer resistance, your lives might be spared." He watched as the six uniformed men obeyed his instructions. Once they had deposited the last of their firearms he turned to them and said: "Now go whilst you still can."

The most senior guard immediately replied "Our place is here with you, whatever happens, sir."

"Very well." answered the President, before adding "Thank you."

Before any of them could reflect on the significance of the verbal exchange, they became aware of a rumbling sound coming from somewhere below their feet. The sound rapidly became louder and more defined until it was more like a rapid sequence of small explosions than a rumble. Soon, the floor beneath them began to shake slightly and then more violently. Something was making its way steadily up through the building towards them. "May our Gods protect us all." said the President.

There was an almighty crash from directly below and then the entire office shuddered dramatically, knocking the six standing men off their feet. With effort, the President managed to remain seated in his chair. A noise similar to a bomb going off filled the room as the centre of the floor suddenly rose upwards, the thick carpet tearing as splintered wooden boards flew towards the ceiling followed by large chunks of plaster and brick. And despite the huge cloud of dust that had been thrown up, the President could clearly see the alien girl rising through the huge new hole in the floor, her perfect features implacably calm.

With great speed and grace, the rest of her fabulous body followed, ascending until her delicate bare feet were half a yard above the ruined carpet. She came to ground effortlessly with her heels planted just inches from the edge of the thick hole she had punched, presumably, thought the President, with her head. There was a long pause as the dust settled. The girl stood unmoving, her long, slender arms by her sides. The expression on her face revealed nothing. There was not a speck of dust on her T-shirt or shorts or even a tiny blemish anywhere on her flawless skin to indicate that she had just jumped through the ceiling of the room below.

The President swallowed hard. He had been expecting this moment for some time, but he found himself overawed as he stared into her large, bright, brown eyes and thought about the incredible power that lay within her petite and truly beautiful frame. The six men on the ground began to get to their feet once more. Two of them, their loyalty holding firm, moved quickly to stand shoulder-to-shoulder between the alien and their leader. The other four dashed to position themselves behind the President's desk on either side of him where he sat. For a few more instants, the alien remained perfectly still, her gorgeous lips sealed in a slight pout, her limbs motionless, her magnificent chest stationary. "Christ," thought the President, "she doesn't even need to breathe!"

The silence was broken by the intruder. She spoke in a soft and yet authoritative tone, her voice both feminine and confident. As she formed her words, the seven men watching her so intently were treated to brief glimpses of her perfect white teeth and her inviting tongue. "The one who is called President will approach me now." she instructed. None of the men moved. After a short pause she spoke again. "The President will approach me immediately or you shall all die."

Her arms flashed out too quickly for any of her observers to follow. Suddenly each of her two hands was cupping the chin of one of the two men standing in front of her. Her facial expression did not even flicker as she lifted both large men a couple of feet off the floor, the effort of supporting the weight of a man on either of her palms clearly not troubling her in any way. The two soldiers' feet dangled helplessly mid-air as four hands tried frantically to break the alien girl's twin hold on their chins. When their efforts proved utterly futile, they began to kick out, their heavy boots crashing into her slim bare knees, again without effect.

The guards' next idea was to pound their fists repeatedly on her beautiful face. It soon became clear to everyone in the room that the succession of blows, whilst failing to even make the girl blink, was damaging the men's hands. Badly. To relieve their painful fists, they tried driving their knees into her breasts, but their hardest hits barely even put the tiniest of temporary dents in her large, shapely chest. None of their efforts was sufficient to produce so much as a flicker of discomfort in her flawless features. The President had seen enough. "Let them go!" he pleaded, rising to his feet. "They've done nothing to you. They're only trying to protect me. I'm the President."

The two captive guards ceased their struggles, still dangling helplessly from the alien's delicate palms. After a brief pause, without any indication that she intended to release her prisoners, she spoke again. "You do not give me instructions. You will approach me now."

"I am approaching you." responded the President, stepping out from behind his desk. The other guards made room for him to pass by them. As he came round to the front of his big, presidential table, he added "I'm asking you to release those two men in the name of mercy."

Holding the soldiers dead still, their boots still half a yard off the ground, she said coldly, "You do not ask me. I tell you." A casual flick of her delicate wrists sent both men flying upwards to impact heads-first on the high ceiling. The collision smashed their skulls, splattering the plaster with blood before the two headless corpses fell to land by the girl's petite, feminine feet. Without looking down, she kept her gaze locked on the President's face as she instructed him once more: "You. Approach me."

Too afraid now both for his own life and those of the four remaining guards, the President took a couple of strides towards the incredible alien, stopping a yard in front of her, visibly quaking with fear. Calmly, the girl walked about a quarter circle around him so that she was now close to the huge table, all the while fixing her eyes on his. The quartet of terrified guards were still standing in a tight group behind the heavy, wooden desk. She turned her head towards them, pursed her luscious lips and exhaled a short sharp puff of air, as if putting out a candle.

The force of wind generated by her alien lungs was sufficient to lift all four men off their feet and throw their heavy frames three yards backwards into a wall. The dull thuds of two pairs of heads and backs slamming against the solid partition horrified the President even more than the sight of the men sliding down to the floor, their eyes open but dull, their faces registering a frozen look of shock. He turned away to look at the invader once more. If she was impressed by the sight of her casual breath extinguishing the lives of a quartet of elite military men, she showed no sign of it on her lovely face.

Turning her exquisite visage back to the President, she said deadpan, "Now you understand my power. You will follow my instructions or I will kill every creature in this city as I killed your guards." The President, now visibly shaking, swallowed hard. She seemed to pay him no attention, continuing to speak. "I will address the inhabitants of this planet from this room in ten minutes. Make the arrangements."

All thoughts of heroism had now left his mind; he knew that the girl could not be resisted by physical means, and he took her threat against his nation's capital seriously. After all, she had clearly demonstrated her total lack of conscience as far as cold-blooded murder was concerned. He knew he had no choice, but to obey. He, a man with decades of top-level political experience who had been chosen by millions of his people to be their leader and the commander of their vast army, was obliged to meekly do what he was told by a teenage girl who had only a been on his planet for a few weeks. A unarmed teenage girl who had single-handedly defeated that vast army.

Bringing his thoughts back to the immediate, the President suddenly realised that he and the alien girl were quite probably the only living beings left in the building. To make an emergency, unscheduled broadcast he would normally have to summon his staff. He knew the necessary equipment was located on hand in a cupboard at the far end of his office, but he realised that he had no idea how to use it. He was also aware that he would have to inform the TV networks - provided they had escaped the destruction his youthful conqueror had wrought. In hesitating tones, his voice quavering, he gathered the courage to speak up.

"I.. I.. er, need to contact somebody to make the broadcast." he said.

"Make the arrangements. You have nine-and-a-half minutes." came the steely-hearted reply. The President reached for his desk phone, hoping that the line had survived the girl's assault on the building. It had. He dialled a special three digit code, and waited for an answer. After a few moments, a voice spoke into his ear "Yes, Mr. President." Evidently, at least one station was still up and running.

He spoke slowly and carefully. "What I am about to say is of supreme importance. I need to address the nation in.. er.. about nine minute's time. There's no one here to operate the camera, so you're going to have to talk me through what to do, as well as clearing the air-time. And I want you to inform the other networks and satellite companies. Everyone must carry this message. This broadcast is absolutely vital. Millions of lives are at stake. Do you understand.?"

"Yes, Mr. President. I'm already sending the emergency pager signal. I'll need a minute to set things up over here and then I'll be with you."

"Don't hang up. We'll speak in sixty seconds from now."

The President placed the receiver on his desk and then hurried over to the cupboard where the emergency broadcast equipment was stored. The girl watched him disinterestedly, her stunning eyes betraying no emotion, her luscious, full lips, which seemed set fast in their gorgeous natural pout, displaying not a hint of joy at her apparent victory. She looked on as the President tapped at a keypad on the wall. The doors of the cupboard mechanically slid open, revealing a camera lens and a bank of electronic equipment. Then, the defeated leader returned to his desk and picked up the telephone once more.

"Are you there?" he spoke into the receiver.

"Yes, Mr. President." said the voice in his ear.

"Good. We need to be on air in..."

The beautiful alien interrupted him in her deadpan tone. "Seven-and-a-half minutes." she said.

"Seven-and-a-half minutes" the President repeated.

"OK, sir. Here's what we need to do..."

Seven minutes later, the President stepped away from the electronic transmission equipment and, turning to his unwanted superhuman companion, said, "The broadcast will begin in twenty-five seconds. The red light should turn green when transmission begins. You.. er.. should stand here to be seen." She began to stride towards him, her step displaying the arrogant confidence of a young girl who had just conquered a nation. The President backed away from her until he found his back was against the wall. His anxious and uncertain movements were a direct contrast to hers.

"Remain there." she instructed him, not bothering to look in his direction as she faced the camera in front of her. "Or your death will be slow." He froze on the spot.

A few pounding heartbeats later, the large illuminated red indicator at the top of the equipment became green. Tens of millions of television screens across the battered nation and even more around the rest of the planet simultaneously flickered to show the same view of the beautiful young girl. "Citizens," she said, "I cannot be opposed." Turning to the cowering President, she instructed him: "Approach me." The President came into view on countless screens, walking slowly, trying to maintain his dignity, but avoiding the camera with his gaze. At that moment, he could not look his people in the eye.

When he was just a yard away from her, she calmly reached out with her left arm, gripping him by the back of his neck. Then, facing the camera and the millions of viewers once more, she lifted him off his feet, her one-handed hold like a steel vice. She bent her slender arm until the helpless President faced the audience, his eyes closed, his face a grimace revealing the pain her feminine fingers were inflicting. Sweat began to bead on his wrinkled forehead as his legs hung in space and his lips formed a silent prayer. Whether it was a prayer for himself or for his nation or for the world, it wasn't clear.

In direct contrast, the girl was immaculately calm, the weight of the much bigger man obviously no bother for her. She stared coldly out of the world's screens as she slowly tightened her fingers. The President bit his lower lip, determined to maintain his dignity no matter what. The microphone several yards away clearly picked up the sound of tearing muscle and cracking bone. Then, the world was filled with the sound of the great man's screams of agony and the sight of his face turning bright purple. Then the cries stopped and the President became utterly motionless.

Still fixing her gaze dead ahead, the alien relaxed her grip and let the big, lifeless body of the man who had been President fall in the most undignified way imaginable to her feet. Speaking in her unchanging, clear tone, she addressed the shocked planet. "Now, " she said, "I am your ruler. Every one of you will obey my instructions or you will all be joining your President." She paused for a few seconds before she drew her foot back slightly and swung her delicate bare toes into the crumpled corpse. The body flew violently into the camera and equipment, smashing most of it beyond repair. Millions of television screens suddenly filled with snowy interference.

In the blood-splattered office of the former President, a slim, shapely young girl looked through a window. She stood straight, her long, slender, smooth legs belying the incomprehensible power they possessed. Her wonderful, large breasts proudly stretched the unearthly material of her upper garment, so softly feminine in appearance, so inhumanly invulnerable in reality. If anyone else had been left alive in the room with her, they might have noticed that amongst her flawless, film-star features there was the merest flicker of a smile.


Conceptfan, Nov. 2001.