America's Galactic Foreign Legion - Book 4: Demilitarized Zone by Walter Knight
Authors: Walter Knight
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my eyes, and I did not see what happened
next. Pastor Jim lunged forward, hitting the spider commander on
the head with a beer bottle. Bouncers immediately grabbed Pastor
Jim and strung him up. They grabbed the spider commander, too, but
he was bleeding so badly he had to be carted off to the hospital
for stitches and duct tape. For the rest of the night I had to
listen to Pastor Jim babble a sermon about the psychology and
technology of the mind, and God. Next time just shoot
me.
At closing time, biker babes, human and
spider, chose from us hanging in cocoons. Pastor Jim was carried
off by two spider biker babes. The biker babes were all giddy and
laughing, but Pastor Jim was screaming and yelling for help. We did
not see Pastor Jim for a week. When he did finally show up, it was
at church services. He looked a little worn out, but was in good
spirits. Several of his biker babes were also in attendance,
sitting in the first row, singing Praise the Lord louder than
most.
Private Wayne was also carried off by biker
babes. He did not seem to mind, though. In fact, if I didn’t know
better, I’d say he already knew most of the biker babes. How
could that be? I looked over at Private Krueger. Private
Krueger was unconscious, but biker babes carried him off, too.
A particularly large spider biker babe eyed
me, and cut me down. Her exoskeleton was painted green and purple,
and she was very drunk.
“Can I buy you another drink?” I asked,
trying not to panic.
“Yes you may, you lovely hot human fur ball,”
she gushed. “One for the road. Then I am carrying you to my place.
I am a traditional old-fashioned female.”
“Cut my hand free,” I suggested. “I have
money in my boot for a six pack to go.”
“I do not think so,” said the biker babe,
checking my boot for the money, and finding my throwing knife.
“Look at what I found. You like to play with knives! Me too,
love!”
Sex with an alien species can be a
horrifying, traumatic event. What that spider female did and
threatened to do with her fangs and mandibles was terrifying. The
upside was that I was so drunk, I didn’t care, and even started to
get into it. I think she drugged me, too, saying it would enhance
my performance. Bitch! They’re never satisfied.
When the sun came up, I woke and found myself
alone, naked, on the ground in front of my office. Passersby
stared, but dared not stop. I guess maybe Captain Lopez was
right. I really should start setting a better example for my
legionnaires.
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Chapter 8
The spider commander ordered his engineers to
dig their tunnels deeper. The Legion turned the tunnel cave-in next
to Walmart into a tourist attraction. The spider commander wanted
his next tunnel to reach the human pestilence church up on the
hill. He could see the Legion engineers tunneling into the hill as
they built up their fortifications to conceal more rocket-launchers
and artillery.
The spider commander plotted to plant a
tactical nuke under that hill, but the Governor of the North
Territory denied his request for nukes. In the DMZ, only the Air
Wing had access to nukes. Fine. It did not matter if the
governor did not trust him, or still held a grudge. Conventional
explosives could easily destroy that hill and all the human
pestilence artillery on it.
The governor kept asking about his missing
military intelligence officer. The spider commander replied that
the military intelligence officer was still missing in action from
the Battle of New Gobi. The spider commander said he had
cadaver-sniffing monitor dragons searching the rubble looking for
him. What more could he do? If the military intelligence officer
got caught on the Legion side of the DMZ, he could only hope for
the best. Everyone knew how the human pestilence abused prisoners
of war. So far, the Legion denied having any prisoners in custody,
and had returned all bodies.
Thinking of the Legion reminded the spider
commander of the
next. Pastor Jim lunged forward, hitting the spider commander on
the head with a beer bottle. Bouncers immediately grabbed Pastor
Jim and strung him up. They grabbed the spider commander, too, but
he was bleeding so badly he had to be carted off to the hospital
for stitches and duct tape. For the rest of the night I had to
listen to Pastor Jim babble a sermon about the psychology and
technology of the mind, and God. Next time just shoot
me.
At closing time, biker babes, human and
spider, chose from us hanging in cocoons. Pastor Jim was carried
off by two spider biker babes. The biker babes were all giddy and
laughing, but Pastor Jim was screaming and yelling for help. We did
not see Pastor Jim for a week. When he did finally show up, it was
at church services. He looked a little worn out, but was in good
spirits. Several of his biker babes were also in attendance,
sitting in the first row, singing Praise the Lord louder than
most.
Private Wayne was also carried off by biker
babes. He did not seem to mind, though. In fact, if I didn’t know
better, I’d say he already knew most of the biker babes. How
could that be? I looked over at Private Krueger. Private
Krueger was unconscious, but biker babes carried him off, too.
A particularly large spider biker babe eyed
me, and cut me down. Her exoskeleton was painted green and purple,
and she was very drunk.
“Can I buy you another drink?” I asked,
trying not to panic.
“Yes you may, you lovely hot human fur ball,”
she gushed. “One for the road. Then I am carrying you to my place.
I am a traditional old-fashioned female.”
“Cut my hand free,” I suggested. “I have
money in my boot for a six pack to go.”
“I do not think so,” said the biker babe,
checking my boot for the money, and finding my throwing knife.
“Look at what I found. You like to play with knives! Me too,
love!”
Sex with an alien species can be a
horrifying, traumatic event. What that spider female did and
threatened to do with her fangs and mandibles was terrifying. The
upside was that I was so drunk, I didn’t care, and even started to
get into it. I think she drugged me, too, saying it would enhance
my performance. Bitch! They’re never satisfied.
When the sun came up, I woke and found myself
alone, naked, on the ground in front of my office. Passersby
stared, but dared not stop. I guess maybe Captain Lopez was
right. I really should start setting a better example for my
legionnaires.
Back to Table of Contents
Chapter 8
The spider commander ordered his engineers to
dig their tunnels deeper. The Legion turned the tunnel cave-in next
to Walmart into a tourist attraction. The spider commander wanted
his next tunnel to reach the human pestilence church up on the
hill. He could see the Legion engineers tunneling into the hill as
they built up their fortifications to conceal more rocket-launchers
and artillery.
The spider commander plotted to plant a
tactical nuke under that hill, but the Governor of the North
Territory denied his request for nukes. In the DMZ, only the Air
Wing had access to nukes. Fine. It did not matter if the
governor did not trust him, or still held a grudge. Conventional
explosives could easily destroy that hill and all the human
pestilence artillery on it.
The governor kept asking about his missing
military intelligence officer. The spider commander replied that
the military intelligence officer was still missing in action from
the Battle of New Gobi. The spider commander said he had
cadaver-sniffing monitor dragons searching the rubble looking for
him. What more could he do? If the military intelligence officer
got caught on the Legion side of the DMZ, he could only hope for
the best. Everyone knew how the human pestilence abused prisoners
of war. So far, the Legion denied having any prisoners in custody,
and had returned all bodies.
Thinking of the Legion reminded the spider
commander of the
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