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Subject: {ASSM} XXPULP: CAPTIVE OF THE HAWKMEN (MF mast)
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 21:10:03 -0400
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"They came from a distant planet to terrorize our cities and prey upon our 
women, turning them into . . ."

CAPTIVE OF THE HAWKMEN
by Fresh Sto

I knew I should have gotten the cottage cheese for lunch.  Then I wouldn't 
have landed in this trouble, the most harrowing day of my life.

But then again, gliding in the warm moonlight, wrapped within his arms, my 
fingertips tracing the ridges of his chest, his stomach, and even lower, his 
flesh hard and hot . . . I closed my eyes, nestling my face in his shoulder, 
inhaling his scent.  

No, I wouldn't trade this for the world, so never mind what I said about the 
cottage cheese.  But you see, it isn't as easy is all that.

It was a typically frustrating morning.  Life isn't easy for the low man on 
the totem pole, and a temp secretary is certainly that.  Margaret, the head 
of the secretarial pool, who has a penchant for tight sweaters, lords it over 
everyone.  That morning she made one of her standard cracks about my glasses 
or my weight, because the other secretaries all giggled as I returned to the 
room; what they didn't know is that Margaret says similar things about them 
too when they aren't around.  That's the kind of person she is.  I rolled my 
eyes after she announced she was meeting one of the attorneys for lunch and 
slammed the door shut behind her.

I knew I would be going off my diet at lunch.  As I returned the cottage 
cheese to the cooler at the convenience store and waited in line for a 
personal pan pizza, I didn't care what I ate or how I looked.  This was it, 
this was my life.  The same as yesterday, hum drum, and all it would ever be. 
 As the cashier rang up my lunch, I threw in a candy bar, as well as a roll 
of those K-Nines potassium and niacin lozenges they advertise on the radio, 
to assuage my guilt and perhaps find the energy to carry me through the rest 
of the day.

Outside, I ducked through a reasonably decent alley as a detour away from the 
surging lunchtime crowds.  My mouth watered from the smell of pizza, and I 
opened for that first luscious bite.

But never tasted a thing.
 
Vertigo seized me.  The sour odor of decay filled my nostrils.  I clenched my 
eyelids to fight away the nauseousness.  Warm air gusted over my hair and 
skin, and I felt a constriction around my arms.

On the verge of panic, I forced myself to squint open my eyes.  Clasping my 
arm was a gnarled hand--a claw really, with talons and filthy feathers.  I 
screamed, but that nothing came out, and nothing went in either.  I could not 
breathe.  I could not move.  My head grew heavy, drowsy.
 
I found myself sprawled on a makeshift mattress of bags, papers and scraps of 
clothing.  My head rested on an aluminum vent.  With a start I realized I was 
on a rooftop, a skyscraper!  And squatting some twenty yards off, with its 
hunched back turned to me, was the creature that had kidnapped me, devouring 
my personal pan pizza in an orgy of guttural noises.  The thing was hideous, 
with great mangy wings folded about its shoulders, a bony crest along the top 
of its humanoid head, and a body covered with a scruffy layer of mud-colored 
feathers.

I bit my lip, all I could do to keep from crying aloud.  Rising to my feet, I 
turned to make my escape.

Unfortunately, my heel hooked on the raised lip of the nesting, and I tumbled 
face-forward.  The grotesque brute whipped its head around, yellow eyes 
glaring.  I made my dash.

My remaining shoe kicked off.  I scooped it and tossed it over my shoulder.  
The giant wings crackled the air over my head.  I pitched forward, shrieking 
in terror.

I turned to face it hovering menacingly overhead.  Inching backward, I 
shouted over and over in desperation, but it only closed the distance.  I had 
nothing left to defend myself, and foolishly threw the candy bar still in my 
pocket, which went sailing over its head.  

To my surprise, the monster turned to retrieve it. 

Sobbing uncontrollably, I discovered I didn't have the strength to flee.

Then, in the blink of an eye, salvation swooped down from the sky.

But I was out of the frying pan and into the fire.  I found myself in the 
clutches of another of these flying creatures, ascending in a spiral from the 
roof of the building, where the foul creature that abducted me shook its 
fist, a brown candy wrapper fluttering from the corner of its mouth.  
Overwhelmed by fright and despair, I passed out.

I awoke beneath a full moon.  I lay on a hard surface, another rooftop, and 
covered by a blanket.  I snuck to my feet, when the thing appeared out of 
nowhere.

It held up its hands.  "I mean no harm," it said.

"Then why won't you leave me alone!"  I turned away, clutching the blanket 
about me.  "Take me home."

In spite of my rage, I could not help but notice that this one was subtly 
different from the first one I encountered.  He looked every bit as strange 
and powerful, and with the same giant wings, but this one was rather less 
horrid to look upon, less bestial in its manner.  In fact, this specimen was 
more notable for its reticent behavior, along with its straighter shoulders 
and proportioned arms and legs.  He even seemed crestfallen at my harsh tone. 
 "Very well," he said, "here, take my arm."

His grip was like steel on my upper arms, and immediately we launched into 
the air above the city.  We glided over the canyons of skyscrapers, filled 
with twinkling lights.  His blond hair snapped in the wind.  I pointed the 
way to my building.

We floated to the balcony, and he released me as gently as he would an egg.  
While I fumbled with my keys, he floated silently over my shoulder.  Finally, 
I got it open, as Mitzi my poodle barked at the intruder outside.

"Thank you," I called above the racket.

"You are well?" the creature said, tilting his head.

I nodded, from around the drape.

He flashed a smile that looked positively beautiful on a square cleft chin, 
his eyes sparkling.  "May I check on you tomorrow evening?" he said, and I 
surprised myself by nodding.  "I am Xyzogpertl."

"Madeline," I said, pulling the door shut, "bye."

Shutting the door tight and fixing the bars and locks, I pulled the curtains 
and ate by a nightlight before turning in, sleeping with a knife under my 
pillow.

Luckily, I still had a job in the morning, but the day was no better than the 
last.  Half of Margaret's directions, and all of her comments, eluded me.  
Everything seemed petty and unimportant.  I ate lunch at my desk, picking at 
my garden salad while listening to Dr. Powers' show for the lovelorn.  "True 
love will out," the doctor advised an octogenarian meeting disapproval from 
his 18-year-old girlfriend's family.  I found myself doodling "Madeline + 
Xyzogpertl" and "Xyzogpertl + Madeline" and even "Mrs. Xyzogpertl," which 
somehow didn't have the right ring.  The way home was as bad, jostled on 
crowded sidewalks and honked at by aggressive cabbies.  Even the cashier at 
my favorite grocer was short with me, and as I made my way home, the world 
seemed a cold, despairing place, with nothing to believe in and no way to 
make it better.  As I stirred the pot of boiling pasta in my kitchenette, I 
wondered if my mind was betraying me, if the eerie events of the night before 
had occurred at all.

I sat in the candlelight before two steaming plates of food, listening to the 
clock striking down the street, and buried my face in my hands.  

When I raised it again, I heard the rapping on the window.

I whipped aside the drapes: it was Xyzogpertl!  He appeared more beautiful 
than ever, the V of his lats framed against the streaming moonlight, his 
hands on his hips, accentuating the muscular biceps and forearms.  I was 
having difficulty jiggling open the lock, and when I looked up to apologize, 
his smile melted me and made things worse! 

Finally I invited him in, and he surprised me with a bouquet of flowers.  I 
almost jumped up and kissed him, but caught myself and showed him to his 
seat.

"This is just delicious, Madeline," he boomed.  "Is it, by chance, healthy 
food?"

"Oh yes, Xyzogpertl," I insisted, "I've always been one for nutrition."

"Oh ho," he exclaimed, "you see, we Xyzogpexi do not often ingest foodstuffs 
such as these."

"The Xyzogpexi, you say?"

"That is the name of our race of peoples," he said.  "You may call us the 
Hawkmen."

"The Hawkmen," I rolled the word around my tongue.

"We come from a far-off planet," he said, positioning the Parmesan cheese and 
the water glasses just so in illustration, and proceeded to tell the story of 
his people, visited by an Earthman, a Commander Rogers, with whom they fought 
side-by-side against an evil emperor.  However, Xyzogpertl's space-vessel was 
shot down and they were forced to crash-land in the New Mexican desert.  
Inexplicably pursued by the strange machines of the Earth people, they fled 
from place to place, always one step ahead of capture, until at last they 
found a perfectly safe environ, ironically the place with the most 
Earthlings: the city, which provided valuable nesting sites at the summits of 
their towering structures, as well as a ready place to scavenge food.  But 
unfortunately, their ill-fated crew had included no females, and their 
once-mighty contingent was steadily dwindling and losing hope of rescue, 
their numbers winnowed by man-made pollution and processed foods.

"Now, most of our proud aeries, or nests, which once commanded the rooftops 
of the city, lay fallow, eroded by the wind," he choked.

And he broke down and wept, unable to check his sorrow, so I leapt to take 
him in my arms, smoothing his hair.  When I had soothed him and his crying 
ceased, he looked up with a forlorn glance.

"And the other hawkman I saw yesterday?" I asked.

"Xyzogphyghus," he pronounced gravely.  "He is all that is corrupted in 
us--he even smokes--and we are locked in a duel for the leadership of the 
survivors.  He thrives on hatred and revenge, and will stop at nothing to 
destroy me . . . and then the entire human race."

"Oh Xyzogpertl!" I blurted and pulled him into a kiss.  His embrace was 
strong, his breaths hot, his scent hawkmanly.  My fingers ran through his 
hair, over his shoulders and the white down of his arms.  I had to break 
away, before it was too late.

"Pardon me," he rasped.

I turned from him.  "You had better go now."

"Yes.  Goodbye Madeline, Earthwoman."  I heard him sail into the distance, 
until all that was left of him was the rattle of the drapery rod against the 
wall, while I sobbed into a tissue.

In a daze, I prepared for bed, at once elated and heartbroken, and crawled 
beneath the sheets for a deep night's slumber to escape my whirling emotions; 
a good eight hours and a morning shower would prepare me to sort through the 
thoughts muddling my mind.  How could I have anticipated meeting this 
interesting being?  And hearing his tragic tale?  How could I have known that 
such a magnificent male could harbor such a broken heart?  No one would 
believe me . . . not even Dr. Powers!  And yet, the way he shed his tears on 
my shoulder, holding me as if for dear life, for his only salvation: his pain 
and desperation were genuine, and affected me profoundly.

I felt a tear trickling over my cheek, and wiped my face against the sheet.  
It was then I realized that my hand was playing on my nipple.  True, there 
was guilt and surprise, but more than that I felt electric jolts radiating 
from my breast each time my fingertips brushed it.

Was I masturbating, thinking about Xyzogpertl?  Images of his hands and 
shoulders flashed through my mind.  Of his bright eyes and beaming smile.  A 
virile hawkman he was, and yet that wasn't why I had become aroused.  It was 
instead, I understood, that this powerful, stoic leader of Hawkmen had 
trusted enough to expose his fears to me, a frail mortal woman.  Drawing the 
sheets down to my navel, I twisted and teased my erect nipples.

Fluttering the sides of my index fingers over the tips, I worked myself to 
the crest of a swelling wave.  I hadn't realized the volume of my hoarse 
vocalizations until I heard a curious snap outside my window, and held my 
breath in silence.  Through the gauzy curtains dancing in the breeze, I saw 
the figure of Xyzogpertl hovering beyond.  My heart skipped at his return, at 
his watching me. I kicked the sheets away from my body.

When I touch myself, it is on my breasts, which are very sensitive, and 
besides I am more comfortable with them than with touching my genitals.  
However, lying nude under the gaze of that gallant man, drove me out of my 
head with lust.  Abandoning all scruples, I parted my knees, shamelessly 
affording him a full view of my most private parts and the hand that was 
cupping them, while my other hand played over my titties like a flitting 
dove.

My hand was soaked with my excitement, my labia slick beneath my fingertips.  
My clitoris felt as hard as a pebble.  My hips danced in the air.  The 
flapping outside grew more insistent as my passion grew.  I buried one and 
then two of my fingers inside me, playing in and out as my thumb stroked my 
clittie.  He made me feel like a special woman, and now I was repaying him 
with a daring show.

Arousal bubbled under my flashing hand.  "You make me feel wonderful," I 
moaned, "I am yours, all yours."  Throwing back my head, I groaned as the 
tremors intensified.  I screamed my ecstasy and called his name: 

Xyzogpertl, oh, Xyzogpertl!

When I had calmed and brushed my hair away, I saw only the blue glow of the 
night where Xyzogpertl had been.  I stretched in exhilaration, exhaling that 
magical name: Xyzogpertl.

In the next instant, he smashed through the window, snickering, "Not quite, 
dearie, though I can't wait to tell him about the little show he missed."  It 
was Xyzogphyghus!

Wriggling against the headboard, I shrieked and brought my hands before my 
face, but it was no use.  The villain swooped me up, carrying my nude body 
into the cold night.

In spite of my kicking and flailing, his hold on me was unshakeable.  His 
sinister laugh echoed from the buildings on either side.  I screamed and 
tried biting the dastardly gargoyle, to no avail.  We rose higher and higher, 
toward the silvery moon.

We ascended above most of the buildings, the rooftops of the city shrinking 
in the distance. The world spun, and I grew faint, my limbs dangling 
helplessly. Ahead, I spied the Megamonolith Tower, the tallest building in 
the world.

"No," I screamed as we raced up the face of the gigantic building.

I don't recall if I lost consciousness during those frantic moments, but the 
next thing I knew I was lying in a sprawling nest, larger than the one I saw 
the day before, and there, cackling atop the ledge, was Xyzogphyghus.  I 
covered myself with my arms, but as his laughter grew more maniacal, I forgot 
my modesty and began inching away from him.  His eyes flashed as he ripped 
away his codpiece.  Between his legs hung an enormous penis, over a foot 
long, rising like a nocturnal plant seeking the moonlight.  I gasped my 
horror, which made him laugh the harder, his grotesque missile wagging with 
each paroxysm.

I felt the wall of the nest against my shoulders.  I waited until my captor 
was seized by an especially hearty gust of laughter, then scrambled over the 
wall.

Instantly his gnarled talons seized my shoulders, and thrash as I might, I 
was frozen, motionless, as if trapped in concrete.

The evil one snarled, "Where is your Xyzogpertl now?" and his rotten breath 
almost made me retch.  My stomach wobbled, queasy. I looked down at the 
phallus poised threateningly between my legs.  "Hold still, dearie."

Tears choked my throat.  "Help!  Xyzogpertl!"

Turning my eyes to heaven, I saw my hero, framed by the white orb of the 
moon.

"Unhand her, coward!" he thundered.

"Fie on you, traitor!  Lover of Earthlings!" taunted my attacker, hurtling 
overhead, plowing into Xyzogpertl's stomach.

Cowering in the nest, I shrieked as the two titans grappled high above, arms 
locked in a death embrace, legs kicking, wings beating, roaring their mutual 
hatred.  It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand in the melee.

"Get him," I yelled impotently.  As if in answer, a streak of hot blood 
rained down, slapping across my cheek.

The ferocious duo slammed against the brick wall of an adjacent building, 
crashing through to the interior.

Several interminable seconds passed before Xyzogphyghus emerged, alone, 
spitting and pointing into the dark void.  He darted indoors again, this time 
dragging Xyzogpertl behind him, and slamming him through another skyscraper.

The villain reappeared, turned, picked up speed and flew into the wrecked 
building to finish his prey.  But this time he emerged alone, searching to 
and fro.

My champion lay in wait, smashing him into the tower across the way.

The foe brandished his fist.  "Now you die!" he said, and chased Xyzogpertl 
into the canyon of buildings.

It was impossible not to cover my eyes at that harrowing dogfight, the 
hawkmen flashing past at breakneck speeds, whipping around obstacles, 
climbing and diving so that the wind whistled on their wings, leaving white 
braids of contrails in their wake.  There followed moments of stillness when 
they had flown out of sight.  Then they would rocket just above the rooftop, 
forcing me to dive for cover.

I heard a series of booms, and wincing, went over to investigate.

On the rooftop across the street, the rogue had beaten his leader to 
unconsciousness with a bus-sized air-conditioning unit.  He kicked his 
defeated enemy.  At my sob, he finally relented.  He began floating 
menacingly in my direction.  I retreated, but a defiant voice made me stop.

"I'm not finished with you yet."  It was Xyzogpertl, brushing debris from his 
arms and wings.

The criminal spun, seething, and rushed like a bullet at his teetering enemy. 
 I tried to shout a warning, but the words stuck in my throat.  I threw my 
hands before my eyes.  My heart sank and died at the agonized cry.

Quivering, I peeked through my fingers.

Xyzogpertl teetered before me.

I cradled his tired body, kissing the wounds on his face and shoulders.  
"It's you, it's really you," I cried.  "But what . . . ?"

"Don't . . ." he said, but I had already shuddered at the scene beyond his 
shoulder: Xyzogphyghus' lifeless body hung like a rag, impaled on a 
broadcasting antenna.

Exhausted, I wept against the granite chest, the massive arms encircling me.  
His lips touched the top of my head, and then they covered mine.

He stopped.

"You have truly helped me, Madeline Earthwoman, and have earned the Hawkmen's 
everlasting gratitude."  His voice sounded stiff and formal.  "And now I 
release you, and return you home."

"Xyzogpertl," I said, "my home is here."

"But . . . but you belong among the Earthpeople."

I silenced him with a finger on his lips.  "I belong to you.  To bear your 
offspring."

At my declaration, his plumage shivered.  In elation, he bore me into the 
air, where the first shards of sunlight spiked the eastern horizon.  Our eyes 
locked.  We settled downward as if drifting through clear water, where 
Xyzogpertl laid me in his nest.

His tongue brushed my toes, curled around my ankles, shimmied up the inside 
of my thighs.  Yes, I parted them so readily, so shamelessly wanting, 
watching him nuzzle my damp fur.  But those tantalizing lips landed instead 
around my navel, his warm tongue swishing, exploring.

"Oh god," I moaned, stomach twitching.  I brought his head to my breasts, 
growling while he latched onto one of the nipples.  Never had I felt such 
lust; he seemed to draw out my deepest passions through his suckling, his 
touch, his very presence.

We stared together when he had finished sucking: my nipples stood pregnant 
red. When he next looked in my eyes, my lips wordlessly beckoned him closer.

"Make love to me," I breathed, softer than a ghost.  "Make me your queen."

Now his body enveloped mine, his arms and wings shrouding me completely, his 
phallus stroking for entrance. His cockhead mingled with my dewy lips, then 
slid inside, filling me up. Mated with this noble creature, I arched my back 
into his thrusts, kissing encouragements over the regal feathers of his 
shoulders. 

We swelled into the air, the golden panorama of morning sky stretching above 
us, the tiny world of busy creatures far below. He embraced me totally, 
inside and out.  Surrendering, I grasped him with my entire being: arms, legs 
and vagina.

He poured out life-giving love, that I devoured, shouting my power over that 
former world beneath me.  The power of a purpose, of a brand new life.

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