In Adventure 1, we find our intrepid agent, Sage Tumbleweed, on the trail of the alien infiltrators plotting to exploit Earth's resources. Galactic immigration was getting out of control.
Regardless of campaign slogans and the usual rhetorical nonsense of devolving politicians, many earthlings were not happy with the current state of affairs. Simply, the alien confederation lied. An early moto, "To Serve Humankind", turned out to be a red flag for early exploitation.
Like locusts, they swarmed in and contrived a number of conspiracies. Consumption was huge. With a gluttonous global culture, humans naively became acquiesced. Naturally, politicians were easy, since most elected officials were con artists by trade and practice. Yet, the real horrors had only just begun. The early warnings signs were there. Some fought back by various ways and means. Regardless, "To Serve Humankind" was nothing more than a ruse.
In general, the plan was a cookbook of sorts. You could serve up people in various ways. From culinary delicacies, to slavery, as a cheap workforce, humankind represented a harvestable commodity. Not only that, but the planet contained other vital resources. For some factions of the galactic federation, earth possessed all manner of exploitable wealth. Among the various alien sects, some were cannibals, while a few were necrophiles.
Realizing that the vast majority of humans were extremely materialistic, foolishly superstitious, and overly zealous in supernatural beliefs, such things afforded opportunities for exploitation. As such, infiltrations were straining the Republic's capacity to curtail illicit trade activities. Various lifeforms vied for the planet's vital assets, including human beings. If nothing else, some humans formed secret non-binding intergalactic agreements using commerce as a cover.
Of the most sinister, the rogue galactic scientists saw possibilities for straining the researches of experimentation. Mainly, resistance forces viewed these aliens as pseudoscientists. Immediately, these lifeforms found acceptance among earth's community of psychologists and sociologists. Among the hard-core real scientists, like astronomers, biologists, chemists and physicists, those who rebelled simply disappeared. Fame and fortune favors collaborators. Earthlings, viewed as generally unsophisticated entities, with some exceptions, were consumable. After all, some space factions considered the human species as nearly extinct. In response, a serum concocted by the alien scientists became the alien stupidity virus.
Credit for the conspiracy of the hidden alien agenda goes to the Caduceus faction. Far away in the Milky Way galaxy, the planet Caduceus appeared more advanced than others did. With a few close encounters on planet earth, witless humans worshipped the first contacts as a vanguard of coming salvation. Stupidly, the gullibility of some members of the human race refused to think there could be dangers. As usual, the arrogance of ignorance on the part of the few overwhelmed the greater good in the skepticism of others. The aliens had the advantage.
As space immigrants, human groups hailed the alleged humanitarian efforts as a new kind of cosmic goodwill. At the same time, foolish politicians embraced a no borders special policy. Meanwhile, the aliens remained fascinated in how easy it was to trick the human species. They used several means to breach the cosmos at sub-light speeds. Among the diversity of lifeforms, they were, as Agent Sage would note, the snake charmers, the schemers and the tricksters. However, the hidden dimension meant the future enslavement of humanity.
Very astutely, as our adventurous Agent Sage Tumbleweed uncovered, Caduceans were also ruthless technocrat. With their gadgetry, the found easy prey among earthling youths. Based on her research, Agent Sage found an early reference to this species in an ancient manuscript. In a now forgotten stone-carved text, the ancient Atlanteans warned about the coming invasion thousands of years earlier. Aside from the inferences taken from the creation story, Agent Sage postulated the metaphorical implications of a snake in the legendary Garden of Eden.
These two mystical sources bore the early warning signs. Of this correlation, she deduced the duality of light and darkness to indicate a greater deception at work. To scheme, to plot and to steal, they were an elite force of galactic diplomats. Yet, that was kind. For behind the scenes, they were exceptionally treacherous and considered human a subspecies. Regardless, Agent Tumbleweed worked tirelessly to expose the secret alien agenda for earth. The Caduceans saw a wealth of resources, including humans, ripe for exploitation by any means.
"Geezus," Domina Dr. Schlagenwhip retorted somewhat exhausted. "Oh, that was good."
The mad scientist rubbed her faux cock strap on up and down. Hunching over in a climatic stupor, she panted. As if jacking off a real penis, she toyed with the big black cock, while hovering between Sage's wide spread legs. Her orgasms while fucking the bound Agent Sage sent her into a mindless haze. While trapped in the lair of the Domina Doctor, Agent Tumbleweed found herself securely tied in one of the underground labs of the exotic Botox Organic Gardens botanical emporium. Dr. Schlagenwhip managed the facility on behalf of various benefactors.
To cowardly greedy politicians, the payoffs were extraordinary to look the other way as the conspiracy continued. With that, the investigative expertise of Agent Sage Tumbleweed, she quickly surmised that "to serve mankind" was in reality a cookbook for eventually exterminating humanity. Complicity with intentional gullibility was rampant. Viral stupidity spread widely and rapidly as the global population sank to desperate levels of idiocy. One wiry and spry agent was responsible for exposing the vast nature of the war on humankind by an invasive species.
"You're gonna get yours, Domina," Agent Sage warned. Bound with straps of rubber and leather, she strained her angular fit body. "You couldn't have just asked for a fuck. You didn't have to go to all this trouble to get a piece ass," she taunted relentlessly.
"Sarcastic little bitch," the lean tall muscular Dr. Schlagenwhip retorted to her audience in the room. "She is a good fuck, but it is so much better when taken by force." To those in the lab exam room, she continued with a haughty slant, "Feisty little thing, isn't she?" The domina sneered and commented nastily to the others. "Time for a new fuck. A little gangbang activity. Let's see, perhaps our Agent Sage is ready for that massive horse-like cock of yours."
"Of course, she is," the alien visitor answered with deep guttural tonality. His huge size towered in the shadows nearby. Robed but ready, he added, "You fuck her very nicely, Doctor."
"Thank you." Dr. Domina, sweated drench, rubbed her rubbery penis.
Dr. Domina Schlagenwhip, aka the Baroness, an ardent supporter of the alien alliance, admired her benefactor. Where she was rigid as an iron rail, tall, angular and thin, and possessed a ruggedly dangerous attractiveness, he was huge and ominous. Although dark like a rich velvety chocolate, there were streaks of green veiny lines that etched mysteriously over his skin.
He looked leathery yet fit as a linebacker. His emerald green eyes seemed chameleon-like and his body was massively proportion. As though a bodybuilder darkly tanned for competitive exhibition who overused steroids, Necromon possessed extraordinary musculature. His skin was smooth and leathery like that of a saddle for a horse. At that moment, the Domina's lab assistant seemed drool at the alien's presence. Her expression was that of swooning desire.
"Wow," Dr. Schlagenwhip said with nearly a gasp, as Necromon dropped his robe. She drew in a breath and hungrily added, "Damn, that's one big cock, like a horse's dick."
"Oh no, no way," Sage, still bound and strapped to Dr. Schlagenwhip's red examination bed, muttered groggily but possessed a hint of sarcasm. The drugs still had a grip on her, while she struggled to summon inner resistance. "Where do you plan to put that little thing?"
"Cute, very funny," Dr. Schlagenwhip soured but her eyes sparkled as she admired the alien's massive cock. "Geezus, it looks very similar to a horse dick. Damn, Agent Sage, you're really gonna get fucked now. Keep those legs spread wide and steady, I wanna see this."
Dr. Domina waved her hands in the air. She motioned to her assistant and pointed frantically at the recorder system. Quickly, the rallied around Agent Safe as if to celebrate a cultic initiation rite. Seemingly, a ritual of sorts, Schlagenwhip signaled the android, 4Q, to standby. The doctor's excitement mounted with each moment as the spectacle unfolded.
