La Belle Ile En Mere

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"Oh, gods ... yyyyeeeessssssssssss." Delores looked over her shoulder at the eighteen-year-old slamming into her. "You were ... right ... you were ... uuuggghhhhhhhh ... right. It does ... feel good ... in my butt. Carlos never ..." At the mention of her dead husband, a cloud passed over her face. But the novel anal pleasure quickly washed those feelings away. She could grieve for her husband later. In the moment, she would enjoy a brief respite from the darkness.

"Your virgin ass ... is perfect ... Mrs. Salazar. Just what ... this teenage dick ... uh ... uh ... uh ... needs." Kapnos, in the form of George, held onto Delores's hips and gave her everything his borrowed muscular body could give. He felt a little guilty so quickly abandoning the word he'd given Anna and George. But they would understand. Or, George would understand at least.

"Ohhhhhh ... you're so forceful ... and handsome ... and you use such dirty ... uuuuggghhhh ... words." Delores hung her head and watched her boobs swing wildly under her. "Ummmmmmmmmm ... uuuuggghhhhhh ... why were you ... naked ... outside your mother's door ... when those things ... came for us?" She didn't want to impose, but it had been so odd that she needed an answer.

"I was ... showering in my mother's bathroom ... when gravity changed." He hoped that would kill her curiosity.

"Ohhhh ... okay ... I see." Delores then dropped to her shoulders, her ass still high in the air. "May I ... uuuuuggghhhhh ... may I ... touch myself ... while you plunder my backside?"

"Yes ... ugh ... ugh ... of course. Caress your pussy ... Mrs. Salazar." Kapnos always enjoyed when humans maximized their erogenous zones.

"Okay ..." Delores snaked a hand under her and found her slick clitoris. "Ohhhhhhhhhh ... gosh ... I'm rubbing my button ... Mr. Zaal ... I'm rubbing my ... I'm about to ... ooohhhhhhh ... I feel you ... so deep in my ... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii." One of her eyelids closed, the other fluttered as a massive climax ripped through her.

~~

Anna's Diary August 25, 2197

Sleep beckons. I'll need all my energy for the day what we're planning tomorrow. It was a gift to spend the day with George, even if it ended with that horrible shift in gravity. We survived. And with any luck, I will fall into his arms at the end of a successful sortie tomorrow. Unless, of course, we retrieve my beloved Ernest. If that happens, Diary, I can't fathom what I'll do. I suppose I'll lie to my husband and tell George that we can't do anything sordid until we return home.

Why does the thought of telling Georgie that make me smile? Maybe because when we finally get privacy at home, the deferred pleasure will cause us both to lose our minds. I can picture it in my mind's eye. Oh, gosh, I find myself wet again. Well, speaking of deferred pleasure, I will not touch myself tonight. I need sleep.

My life is so crazy now. How is it that the existence of alien life only makes the third paragraph of this entry? I am awed and worried by the unmasking of Kapnos the changeling. She seems fond of George, so that may work in our favor. But I must make sure she doesn't blind him to what she truly is: something truly other. I will put my foot down there eventually, but now is not the time. We need her help to escape.

Ernest's Diary August 25, 2197

Moving ... destroying ... resisting ... enjoying ... one with the others. But still ... myself a little longer.

Lillian's Diary August 24, 2197

Mrs. Valentine was right! I very much enjoyed carrying on the hidden tradition that she brought to my attention. Rewarding my brother for his good deeds was exquisite. He was so happy afterward, we both laughed for a long time. He was such a gentleman, too. After I cleaned and dressed, he was still hard, but he didn't lay a hand on me or ask for anything further. I was grateful that he didn't put me in a position to turn him down. Of course, I would never have sex with him. I will remain true to my beloved Francis.

Afterward, I couldn't find Mrs. Valentine. I was so eager to tell her that I trembled. I had hoped she would in turn reward

me

for my good deed. But alas, she is probably sleeping. That will have to wait until after our big task tomorrow. I dare not turn my mind to it. I now know how to shoot, but I don't think I'd be very much help in a fight. I pray that Mrs. Valentine's camera keeps us well away from those creatures. I am not ready to die.

George's Diary August 25, 2197

Dear Diary, I never thought I'd see the day when my sister would show me the least amount of appreciation, let alone gargling on my cum! The only reason the moment hasn't driven me completely out of my mind is that I know there is a logical explanation. Nossy must have coaxed her. It's not what I would have asked for from my girlfriend, but I understand what she's trying to do. And ... I'm not complaining. I am seeing things very differently than I was in early August. Lillian is beautiful, and her exuberance and the effort she put into the blowjob was wonderous. I will never forget it. Nor will I ever let her forget it, haha.

If you don't hear from me again, Diary, it is because I have fallen on tomorrow's mission. I regret nothing.

Kapnos's Diary August 25, 2197

I/we are in our natural state now, resting for what will come tomorrow. George is right, we cannot let the computer fall. And maybe, if we run into the drones, we will recover the correct eyeball. I/we are certain they will not withstand the hail of our bullets.

The question then becomes, will Anna let us leave without her husband? Or the same for Constance Haversham with her husband? I/we will do what I/we can to convince them it is right to leave. By what methods, I/we are not sure.

If my/our life should finally come to an end, what a tragedy that would be. I/we will do my/our best to survive. I/we have escaped dire circumstances before. They didn't catch me/us in France.

I/we left Delores happy and sated, sleeping like a baby. I/we believe Lillian and George took care of each other. Anna has been well-serviced by her son. We should all be full of life for our big day tomorrow.

~~

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Haversham?" Anna gazed up at the tall, athletic woman. Constance looked hearty and hale. This was good, because they would need someone of her abilities if they ran into those creatures. All the survivors were assembled. Each wore a gun belt with extra ammunition and a pistol each. Anna still carried her sword at her opposite hip as well. It had come in handy the last time. "Did the autodoc fix ... everything?"

"I'm suffering from a bit of a headache, but nothing I can't manage." Constance's head throbbed like someone had dropped an anvil on it. Which wasn't far from the truth. Someone had dropped a space hotel on it. "I've managed much worse in championship matches." She smiled bravely. "And won."

George wore his familiar suit, without his jacket. The women all wore sensible bodices, with their skirts hastily hemmed just above the knees. It was scandalous to show that much leg, but none of them wanted any hindrance should the need to run arise. Not to mention all the stairs they would have to climb on their way back. None of them wore hats, but all the women had their hair perfectly pinned. Delores and Lillian wore makeup. Anna, Constance, and Kapnos did not.

The group dismantled the barricade on the outer doors, said goodbye to the suites, and put Kapnos's camera to work. The little thing couldn't open doors, so they would have to be satisfied with a sweep of the public places on each floor for their reconnaissance. There was no sign of creatures on their floor, or the accessible parts of the two below them. So, they set out on their long descent.

The survivors were mostly quiet as they moved. Kapnos's screen hovered in front of her wherever she moved, showing her the camera's view. Several hours later, the group stopped at about the halfway point when Kapnos raised her arm. They were on floor one-fifty-two. The halls were decorated like a forest from before the Great Extinction at the end of the previous century. Nearby, were the grand doors to the arboretum. An expansive attraction, with trees that very nearly looked real, climbing through several floors of the hotel. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a sea of stars as the forest's backdrop.

"Trouble, Mrs. Valentine?" Constance put her hand to her holster, holding the handle of her pistol loosely. Her voice was much tighter than her grip.

"Indeed. I think we should retreat." Kapnos enlarged the screen so they could all see.

"What ... are those?" Anna squinted at the screen even though she could see it plainly. Her mind had been primed for black creatures swarming toward them. And the creatures on screen were swarming up the stairs, maybe ten of them. But they were ivory instead of black. In their midst was a man wearing sunglasses. The image was grainy at this distance, but the man was unmistakably her husband. She put a hand to her mouth. "I ... I don't understand. What am I looking at?"

"We don't have time to figure it out. Nossy is right, we have to retreat." George took his mother's hand and began ascending the stairs. He got no more than five steps when he came to an abrupt halt. At the landing above them stood a dozen of those surprisingly white creatures. At this distance, he could see what they were. Their joints still bent the wrong way, and they were maybe more clumsy than the last iteration of the creatures he had encountered, but they were indeed the Newest Guest's soldiers. And they had covered themselves in an interlocking web of human bone. They now had armor that a hollow-point bullet might not penetrate. "They must have hidden as we passed them. It's a trap. Everyone into the hall, form two lines like we talked about. We'll choke them off at the stairs."

"Gods ... we're dead." Delores didn't draw her pistol. She stood on the stairs, slack-jawed, staring at the creatures up on the switch-back.

"Come along, dear." Constance grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward the verdant hallway of one-fifty-two. "We're not dead yet. Form up."

"Would it not be better to barricade ourselves in a room while we have the chance?" Despite her question, Anna got in the front line of their firing squad. She was there along with Delores and Lillian. Behind them, Constance, Kapnos, and George lined up. Anna dropped to a knee like the others in the front line and pulled her pistol. George's presence directly behind her infused her with strength. She was pleased that her hand did not tremble as she aimed at the slowly descending group of creatures that had cut off their retreat. It seemed only their eyes were uncovered by bone.

"We can't barricade ourselves in here. We'd be trapped." Constance understood George's logic perfectly.

"Perhaps they come in peace." Anna dared to hope. "Ernest is with them."

"Please let that be so." Lillian pointed her pistol, but really, she couldn't focus. She was terrified beyond reason. It took all her strength not to pee in her underwear. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

"Why would your father be with them?" Delores held her pistol in trembling hands. It was pointed at the floor. Horror filled too much of her mind for her to remember her firearm lessons from the night before.

"The answer arrives." Kapnos gritted her teeth. She did not like the look of Ernest Zaal when he ascended into view.

"The collective demands that you lay down arms." Ernest came to a halt some twenty yards in front of the survivors. His troop of armored creatures formed a line behind him.

George swallowed his terror. This was no time to cry and suck his thumb, no matter how right that felt for the moment. He soaked up the power of his mother's steadfast fortitude. He willed his pulse to slow. The man who stood before him was not his father. That much was clear. Ernest's jacket was torn and ragged. Through the holes, George could see black veins running just under alabaster skin. Those same veins covered the lower parts of his father's face. A lengthy silence lingered. None of his party laid down their arms. George gathered the courage to speak. "Um ... hello ... Dad." He cleared his throat. "We're looking for ... um ... the hotelier's eyeball. Have you seen it?"

"Very smooth, Mr. Zaal." Constance wished her stupid husband was here to die with her.

Of course, one of his tantrums ends up saving Roy's life.

That made perfect sense.

"Ernest, darling, it's me. Your wife." Anna couldn't bear to point the gun at her husband, so she aimed it at the creature to his right. There were so many of them. "I love you, and ... oooohhhhhh ... gods." She watched her husband slowly remove his sunglasses and hang them by his side. His eyes were pitch black, contrasting gruesomely with his pallid skin.

"Lay down your arms or we will advance." Ernst's voice was deep and certain.

Silence reigned as the stand-off lengthened.

Kapnos motioned for George to bend down. He did so without taking his eyes off his father. She put her lips to his ear and whispered. "He's tapping his glasses on his thigh."

"Not now, Nossy," George whispered back.

"It's code." Kapnos knew Morse code well from an interesting time a few centuries before. She followed the beats. They were: . -.-- . / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . -.- / .- - / - --- .--. / - --- .-- . .-. .-.-.- / --- -. . / --- ..-. / ... .. -..- / . -.-- . ... / ... . .- .-. -.-. .... .. -. --. / .-. --- --- -- ... .-.-.-, and then they repeated. "The eye is in the lagoon. I will find a way to pass them up the stairs. When I create a distraction, run away. Find your bearings now, because you won't be able to see during the distraction."

"What?" George understood the words, but the concepts were a bit much for his overtaxed mind. He couldn't do much more than stare in horror at what had taken over his father.

"This is your last warning. Lay down arms." Ernest continued to tap his sunglasses against his thigh in Morse code.

"We can take them. Try not to shoot my father. We have enough bullets. We just -" George was interrupted by the elevator chime some ten yards behind him. He glanced over his shoulder. "Océane fixed it. We're saved. Retreat to -" When the doors opened, he saw that it wasn't Oceane that had fixed the elevator. Three more of those bone-armored creatures were inside. He swiveled to aim at them just as all hell broke loose.

Ernest's line of creatures surged. The urgent hiss of multiple pistols firing filled their ears. But only one or two creatures fell. The bone armor splintered and cracked, but it mostly held. Bullets pinged and ricocheted about the space.

The creatures from the elevator surged from behind.

"This is it. Death is here." Constance gave a battle cry, "eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii." She fired as many bullets at her adversaries as she could. She hit one in the eye and saw it fall. Ernest, also, dropped to a knee, a black blossom of blood spreading on the remains of his shirt.

"Find your way to the top of the tower. I'll meet you there." Kapnos shed the copy of Gwendolyn Valentine. Radiant cerulean light filled the hall and the grand stairway of floor one-fifty-two. "Now ... run."

~~

The blue light blinded everyone. George found his mother's gloved hand and his sister's shoulder. He pulled them down the hall away from their attackers. There was a service stairway in that direction. He prayed he could get there. He was jostled and then bowled over by one of the armored creatures. He lost touch with both women, but somehow came away with the hilt of his mother's sword in his hand. He leapt back to his feet. "Follow my voice," He shouted, running in the direction he hoped was down the hall. There was moaning and grunting all around, punctuated by the occasional hiss of a pistol.

George was knocked down again. This time, the thing grabbed hold of his leg. It applied such force that he was worried his bones might snap. He found the thing's round head, felt for its eyeball, and finding the squishy thing with his thumb, placed his pistol right on the spot. With the hiss of a bullet, he ended the creature. He could hear its goo pop from inside, and then the bones collapsed onto the hallway carpeting. Fortunately, it hadn't been on top of him. He rose to his feet and kept running. The blue light was fading. He opened his eyes and could see a little through the aftereffects of the blinding luminescence. He was going the right way. He spotted Lillian sitting on the carpet, blood running down her chin. "Come on." He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, and sprinted.

His vision cleared more as he ran. The blue light was still around him, but its brightness had faded. He looked around. Constance was sprinting just behind him. Delores was several yards back, standing still. He couldn't see his mother or Kapnos. "Run, Mrs. Salazar. Run towards me! They're almost ... gods." He stumbled but didn't fall when he saw the ivory creatures fall upon Delores. There was a terrible wet, crunching sound. A moment later, several of them carried pieces of his friend toward the stairs. Still other creatures pursued them. "Where's Mom?"

Constance's grim, ashen face told George that the woman didn't know. He carried Lillian as fast as he could. Constance gained ground. And so did the pursuing creatures. "There, the ... service stairs." He spotted the narrow door. It was close enough that he thought they could make it. "Hold on ... Lillian." His sister groaned in response.

A few seconds later, Constance opened the door with George and Lillian right behind. She slammed the door behind them.

George turned, took the sword that he still held, and pushed it through the half-circle handle. He then shoved the blade into the joint of the wall, where it sank in several inches. A few seconds after that, there was pounding on the door. The sword rattled but held. "My Mom ... is still out there."

"I didn't see ... them get her," Constance said. "She could have escaped. I don't know what happened to Mrs. Valentine. I think ... she somehow ... immolated herself."

"I'll explain that ... later." George set down his sister, who slumped to the metal stairway. He pushed his back against the door, wondering how long it would hold. "We have to ... go back for my mom."

Constance eyed the booming door wearily. "We're not going ... back that way."

"Yes ... you're right." George holstered his pistol. "Let's head down."

"We should ... go up." Constance pointed upward. "Return ... to the lagoon."

"They'll look for us that way." He bent down, lifted his sister, and slung her over his shoulder again. "Come on. We can still ... cut the hardline. Then, we'll save my mom, and then head back up the tower."

"And if your mom is ... beyond saving?" Constance holstered her pistol and followed. Wherever they went, she wanted to be far away from the door behind her when it finally gave way.

"She won't be beyond saving." George could feel that she was still alive. He was sure of it. "We'll find her." He still had access to Kapnos's camera. As they descended, he brought up a screen and inspected the carnage. There were some bones and black goo. There was poor Delores's blood trail. And that was it. As they got out of range of the camera, he hid it in a sconce for later.

~~

The murmur of voices carried down to Roy. He had followed the strange white creatures at a safe distance up the grand staircase for several floors. He could just see the backs of them lined up at the entrance to floor one-fifty-two. Was it possible that their white coating was bone? As he studied their backs, he decided that it was so. Peeking around the corner, Roy clutched his pistol, watched, and waited.