Crazy Seduction(erotica)

They slipped inside and added the three new wire mesh sections, eight foil pieces, and two gallons of the rain.

When they stepped out of the barn and headed for the shack, a loud buzzing suddenly began, and they felt dizzy, experiencing a sensation much like vertigo.

Jeannie took Sam’s hand. “What’s happening?” her voice came through their connection silently, but he felt her emotions. She was nervous.

Sam glanced her way to smile at her, then looked at Jake who was tilting his head to the right. A short distance away, a soldier in camo gear could be seen beginning to peek around a tree. His movements were glacially slow due to their sped up perceptions.

He spoke to Jeannie. “Looks like we walked into a trap. They found us. Not sure how, but there it is. How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. I could probably fast walk away from it, but it wouldn’t feel good.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jake and Brenda moved closer and touched them to share the communication channel.

“I don’t like this feeling. They must be crafty bastards to find a way to slow us down,” Jake grumbled.

“What should we do?” Brenda asked.

Sam shared a look with Jake and remembered the night this all began, when they watched the two clouds duking it out, and how they’d walked through what they thought was rain, feeling it soak in. It felt good.

An idea suddenly popped into his head, and all four of them shared the epiphany. Releasing their grip, they moved away from each other, walking with difficulty until they slumped and crumpled to the ground.

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Colonel Crane smiled when he saw the silver aliens succumb to the energy field they’d set up around the clearing between the shack and the barn. The mad scientists back in Washington were finally earning their keep. Their device worked! Unlike the failure of the radar device, this one actually seemed to be doing the job!

Their eyes in the sky satellites had done an excellent job of tracking the speeders once they discovered they emitted a streak of low-level infrared light behind them as they ran. The faster they went, the more energized the particles and the longer the trail. Once his team knew where their targets were hiding during the day, they set the trap.

His team had gotten a break when he’d been informed that the silver aliens hadn’t returned to their hideout during the night as they usually did. They immediately went to the enemy base, dug in, and set up the equipment as they got reports of their targets returning in daylight. Very fast. They’d just finished hiding when the entities arrived and went into the barn.

The projectors which emitted the knock out field used enormous amounts of power and weren’t terribly portable. They also only had a few minute’s worth of charge, but it seems that had proven to be enough.

He didn’t immediately give the order to shut down the field as he wasn’t sure if it was required to be on to keep the beings out. They had restraints ready to lock on the beings, and he saw his team rushing forward to get them secured.

Then all hell broke loose.

The alien closest to the barn leapt to its feet and ripped the doors from their hinges before rushing inside. The remaining three also jumped to their feet and slapped the restraints from the approaching soldiers’ hands faster than the eye could follow. The soldiers shook their hands painfully.

All three restraint sets were picked up and pitched at the projector dishes, silencing them and ripping them from the mounts. The buzz immediately cut off with a wailing squeal.

Corporal Yablonski was caught flat-footed as he faced the open barn door. He was holding the metal restraints he was tasked to connect to the silver guy inside the barn. Something suddenly hit him in the chest and shattered against the restraints. He was immediately coughing and snorting to clear his sinuses from the explosion of liquid from the broken bottle.

The three silver beings in the open area stood before the group of three to four soldiers when glass missiles flew out the open doors of the barn. What followed was impossible to follow with the naked eye, but as fast as the bottles were thrown from the interior of the barn, they were slapped out of the air by the silver hands of the aliens who ran circles around the soldiers. Bits of glass were intermixed with a whole lot of liquid that saturated the soldiers quickly. They held their arms before their faces due to the flying chunks of glass, and a few took some minor cuts.

Then the silver beings began popping their helmets off and dumping the liquid on the bare heads of each soldier.

“It’s water! It’s just water!” Yablonski yelled out as he tried to wipe his face clear.

Colonel Crane felt a deep dread filling him as he suspected where that water came from. “Sergeant! Get your people out of there!” he yelled into his mic.

Sergeant Michelle Tennison, called Mick by her squad, signaled them to fall back when the next missiles from inside the barn shot out towards them. Their impact was a little more dramatic. The bright yellow stones in the wire mesh flashed as they struck their targets, and the soldiers were thrown back to land and tumble, dazed by a shock. Once they were all down, the three silver beings rushed into the barn to join the fourth. Immediately, all four rushed out and touched something to the faces of the soldiers.

Gordon Crane watched in horror as the silver spread over the faces of each soldier. He shouted in shock when he was suddenly face to face with one of the beings. It came to a complete stop as it stood before him.

Corporal Dulane was pulling his gun from its holster very slowly when the creature turned its head to look at him.

“If you shoot me, you may hit him when the bullet bounces off.”

Crane held up his hand to his driver. The voice was very hollow and reverberated strangely, but it was definitely speaking English. There might have even been a Central States accent. He looked closer. He thought he might have recognized the face it was showing.

“You seem to bear the facial features of Sam Lagrange. Did you take his identity?” Gordon asked cautiously.

“I am Sam Lagrange. Who else would I be?” the entity said and… smiled.

Crane pushed that aside. “What are you doing to my men?”

A second silver man joined him. Its expression wasn’t so friendly. “What were you gonna do to us with those shackles? Take us to a lab and try to cut us open? Since you’re so fuckin’ curious, we gave you your own Silver People to experiment on! Let’s see if you’re willing to do that to your friends!”

“Please calm down, Jake. He’s just doing his job,” Sam said and looked back at the Colonel. “Even though his job ain’t too friendly.

The Colonel looked past these two to see the other two gently helping his soldiers to stand. Except, their faces were now covered in the chrome finish. The two guided the soldiers over to him. He saw Yablonski’s stupid smile and saw Mick was also smiling. Specialist Green wore a grin on his face. Crane looked uncomfortably at Mick.

“Sergeant, status.”

Mick came to attention. “The mission failed, sir. The energy field wasn’t effective, and the targets were moving too fast for us to counter.” She pulled off her gloves to see her hands were covered in silver as well. “We seem to be silver now, too, and for no reason I can think of, I feel really good. Almost giddy.” Her voice had a similar hollowness.

“You’ve been altered, so your brain chemistry may have been affected. You may be under the influence-” Gordon began to suggest.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt, but I can tell you from personal experience, I’m still Sam, and this is my lovely wife, Jeannie.” He gestured to the shortest of the beings, who nodded to him with a shy smile. At least Gordon thought it was a smile. The reflections made it difficult to tell. “This here is my best friend, Jake, and his wife, Brenda.” He gestured to the other two. “We’re no threat to anyone. We just want to run and chase the weird storms. We don’t want to be dissected or experimented on.”

“How are we expected to believe you’re not a threat or that you are, in fact, who you say you are?” Crane asserted.

Sam shrugged. “It’s true that we don’t look human, but I think we think human. Ask your own people.” He gestured to the changed soldiers. “You saw them become what they are now. You can take the rest of the materials we collected. Just be careful about how you handle them. The order is strange cloud water, glowy stone mesh, and then the silver strips. All of that stuff comes from the strange clouds.” He turned to the altered soldiers. “I suggest each of you add a few more strips of silver foil. You want your skin to be strong in case you run into things at high speed. You can’t get too much as it just stops absorbing when you have enough.”

Crane’s radio chirped. He looked to the one calling himself Sam, who just smiled at him.

“Crane here.”

“Is everything okay, Colonel? We see you’re surrounded by the silver aliens.” It was Private Jackson, the communication tech he’d left at the vehicles. He was with Private Blayne and Corporal Rewan, and they were observing with drones controlled from a distance to the east.

“Yeah. The target disabled the projectors and altered the team. They’re all silver now except for Dulane and me.” He looked to Sam. “Do you intend to change us too?”

“No, sir. Not unless you want to be,” Sam replied.

“Oh yeah! Do it, sir! It feels incredible!” Yablonski exclaimed, bouncing on his toes.

“At ease, soldier!” Gordon snapped.

“Sorry, sir,” Yablonski mumbled.

Crane activated his mic again. “Situation is fubar but stable for now. Why did you break radio silence?”

“Sorry, sir, but a priority message came in. We’re to head back to Washington immediately. Another group of dreadnaught class pseudo-clouds is moving on a collision course intersecting over the city.”