Alienable Rights
political satire
8
Happy Halloween
THE PRESIDENT kept waving as he descended the stairs and approached the microphone hastily set up for him.
“What a great country this is,” he said. “I was just saying to my family this morning how great America is. The greatest. Probably the greatest that’s ever been. In fact, we’re going to quit referring to athletes as the goat. America is the goat. We’re the greatest of all time.
“I know a lot of you were doubting that because of the panic our legislators and judges tried to instill this morning. It shows how clueless most of our so-called leaders were. I said were because after they panicked and started shooting at each other and at good American citizens, we had Marines go in and clean up the mess. Don’t worry about them anymore. It shows what happens when all we ever get is fake news. I tried to settle things down, but these were mentally ill people who shouldn’t have been on the streets.
“Now when I found out about the so-called invasion from outer space—fake news. There was no invasion. Or if there was it was all a big mistake and they didn’t mean it that way. But the Democrats—and, I’m sorry to say a lot of misinformed and gullible Republicans—had to go tell people the end of the world was coming. They’re just looking out for themselves and don’t really care about the American people like I do. I care about real Americans and I see thousands in front of me right here in Longview, Kansas.
“When I was told the situation, I went straight to the source. That’s right. I flew up in the wonderful airplane that our Qatari allies gifted to the presidency. We’ve responded by giving the Qatari a base in Idaho. I had our top pilots, and these brave men of Flight 19—people, give a hand to these brave pilots who crossed time to escort me—our best people flew me right up into the… up there, and I demanded an immediate meeting with the Covfefe supreme commander. I know a lot about being the supreme commander. I’m the commander in chief of the greatest military on earth. No one knows about command better than I do.
“Commander Geti was all too happy to see me. We have a lot in common. He asked me to bring my wife and daughter on my next trip. Big fan of the family. Wants to meet them all. Commander Geti and I sat together for hours. We talked about the world and what his race could do to improve things here on earth. And then I asked him the hard questions. I said ‘Commander, what are you going to do about the fine people of DCA1427? What do I need to do to have you return these people?’ And do you know what he said? ‘Nothing.’ It was all just a silly mistake. Cultural anomaly.
“They just wanted to get to know some people from our great country so they’d know how to talk to us. And I met these people, right there on the mothership. Good people. They were all helping Covfefe to understand our people. Smart people, mostly from right here in the heartland. I met them, and the first thing I thought—the very first thing—was I need some of these people on my staff. We need to reform the government and drain the swamp of Washington DC once and for all.
“And so, I’m announcing some very important people for my new cabinet members. First and foremost, a man who truly understands the American people from right here in Longview, Darrell Gwinner, will be my new Secretary of State. We can’t have congress affirm him, because they’re all gone. He’ll be the first of my cabinet members.
“Then, I’ve selected a popular young woman from Kansas City, Janelle Cummbridge, as our new Secretary of Education. You know we got rid of the old and corrupt Department of Education. Now it’s time to rebuild a department that is prepared for the twenty-first century. And since Janelle was born in this century, there is no one better to introduce a new kind of education that will prepare the nation to embrace new social standards and get our bodies to catch up with our minds.
“There are many more. My new press secretary, Zeta. My new Secretary of Health, Ohna. Our new chief of staff, Haro. And many of the others who just flew in with us here. And that brings us to our final announcement for this Halloween evening. While the Army and Marines finish cleaning house and clearing out Washington DC, we are declaring Longview Kansas as our new emergency capital of the United States of America. Welcome to the new heart of America.”
The president’s speech ended to tumultuous cheers. He waved and invited the one lone reporter and his cameraman into Air Force One. They were followed by Rina, Millie, and Harlan. Once they were in the plane, the stairs were retracted and the door closed.
“Damn him!” Stacy yelled at Kristin. “He thinks he can just waltz in here with his secretary of special education and just… just…”
“Fuck us?” Kristin asked hopefully.
“Of course he can fuck us!” Stacy breathed. “The right-hand man of the president! I bet you Darrell convinced him to move to Longview. It’s just like him. But he has to bow down and worship this pussy.”
“Do you think he’ll get here before we have to get over to the church?”
“Of course he will. He knows what’s important. He’s probably on his way now. We need to be ready. Let’s finish our makeup.”
Darrell was, indeed, on his way home in the hay wagon with those who had been with the president. First, Brett dropped Johnny off at home and admonished him to be inside by nine o’clock. Then they stopped in front of Oswald Kennedy’s compound. Hay bales were still stacked inside the locked gates and Oswald was on his porch.
“Oswald Kennedy, America needs your house to be a place where the president can live,” Haro called out from the gate.
Now, since Oswald had no television or radio, and he hadn’t had a call in a while, he was unaware of the president’s arrival or his typically disjointed speech. He saw a guy dressed as a pilot and assumed the worst.
“You can’t fool me!” he yelled. “Dirty illegal alien scum!”
With that, he opened fire.
It was a surprise attack and Haro reflexively fired his ray gun back. It went through the lock on the gate, melting it, setting the hay bales on fire, and straight through Oswald. Result expected.
“Medic!” Haro screamed. “Negotiations complete.”
Ohna leapt off the wagon, rushing to Haro and tearing his clothes open where the rifle rounds had exposed large amounts of alien skin and green blood. She opened her hip pouch and went to work.
Cece and Austin rushed the gate with Cece’s .45 drawn. They pushed through the flaming bales and Darrell rushed past them. He ran to Oswald on the porch.
“Medic!” he screamed, but it was too late to do anything for Oswald by the time Zeta reached him.
Janelle acted quickly on the other side of the wagon, grabbing an alien named Lado, the co-pilot of her plane.
“You have to take a different body, quickly!” she whispered, pointing him to the house.
It wouldn’t do to have a resident of the town killed. They could get away with just about anything or anyone else. The alien rushed to the porch where Darrell was still looking in shock at the dead survivalist. They quickly went to work, stripping his clothes and multiple weapons. The alien assessed the body and began the morphing transformation.
Zeta and Ohna helped Haro back onto the wagon. He would recover thanks to Ohna’s quick removal of the bullets and application of healing remedies. She joined Cece and Austin on the porch with the new Oswald. Half a dozen other aliens extinguished the fire and hid Oswald’s body for disposal in the morning. They went into the house to assess the situation and prepare for the president’s arrival the next day. They would have their work cut out for them. The place was almost unlivable—even for an alien—and looked like it had never been cleaned.
Darrell, Janelle, Haro, and Zeta continued on to Darrell’s house, leaving a sizable crew to clean up the mess in the compound. Brett dropped them off about a quarter till eight, then he and Bridget picked up Sheldon, Elaine, and a dozen classmates for a trip to the corn maze as if nothing had interrupted their Halloween plans. Someone was going to get laid tonight.
Actually, there were a lot of people who planned to get laid that night. Darrell welcomed Zeta, Haro, and Janelle into his home. He led them directly upstairs and burst into his bedroom with Zeta right behind.
“Honey, I’m home!” he called before he fully grasped the import of the two naked female figures with stylized alien makeup on and a gun in the hand of one.
“You bastard!” Stacy screamed. “I’ll shoot your balls off if there’s anything left of them.”
After the incident with Oswald, Zeta didn’t hesitate to act. A tentacle sprang out to slap the gun away as another tentacle raised a blaster. Darrell knocked the ray gun away and it blasted a hole in the bedroom wall.
“Stop!” Darrell shouted.
“A… It… Tentac…” Stacy sputtered.
“Alien!” Kristin finished.
“You know I love it when you greet me naked,” Darrell said, squeezing his wife close enough to get two fistfuls of her tits as he drove his tongue into her mouth. She was soon responding with a hand on his balls and the gun lying somewhere on the floor. Darrell pulled away and dragged eighteen-year-old Kristin into an equally passionate embrace.
They parted eventually to see Darrell’s three companions standing agape.
“Oh, yeah. These are our three new family members, Janelle, Zeta, and Haro. They’ll be living with the three of us now.”
“Three of us?” the two young women chorused.
“Yes. Stacy, Kristin will be living with us now, too.”
“Oh. Of course she will. We planned that, anyway,” Stacy said.
“We did?” Kristin asked.
“Yeah. I just hadn’t told you yet. But why are these… people here?” Stacy demanded.
“These are our new lovers,” Darrell said. “I had to assume you saw the video of Janelle and me. You wasted no time posting one of your own. Was that Bert Beeson? Dude is hung like a horse!”
“But the aliens?” Kristin squeaked.
Darrell moved closer to her with an arm wrapped securely around her. He stroked her breasts and torso. Janelle mimicked the same with Stacy.
“Haven’t you ever imagined being held so you can’t move while a tentacled creature crawls across your naked body and you’re helpless to resist as one of the slimy tentacles finds your hot wet sex and begins to explore it? At first you feel it just sliding around, and then it tickles your little clitty. It strokes it like the most sensual tongue you’ve ever imagined, getting you closer and closer, until it opens your pussy and pokes just inside. You feel it moving in farther like it’s growing right inside you until you don’t think anything else can fit. Then… only then does it begin to slide in and out of your hot hole, filling you and leaving you empty until you’re sure you’ll burst with excitement. And just when you can’t take anymore, it swells and gushes into your cunt.”
“Yes! Oh, God yes. I’m cumming!” Kristin and Stacy both cried out.
Haro and Zeta had been following Darrell’s narrative and applying a tentacle to each of them until the climax. They slowly withdrew from the panting women as Darrell and Janelle held them.
“And now you know why they’re here,” Darrell whispered.
Kristin and Stacy fell into deep kisses with Haro and Zeta.
“Oh my God! We’ve got to get to the church!” Kristin cried. “We’ll be late.”
“But Mr. President,” Jerome Cavendish from KNKD asked in the presidential conference room aboard Air Force One, “don’t you need more security, out here in the wilds of Kansas? I only see a couple of Secret Service guys and the fellows carrying the football. It can’t be safe here!”
The reporter had been accompanied on board by his cameraman and three other people he hadn’t been introduced to yet. They were still broadcasting a live stream after the exclusive tour of the aircraft.
“Jerome… Can I call you Jerry, Jerry? Jerry, what better protection against all our ills than the good honest people of America? I have decent people all around me. What further Protection can a true American need than the love of the American people? Now take Rina here,” he said referring to the West Virginia ho for the first time. “100% genuine American, here on the plane to serve me. And here’s…” He paused, not knowing their names.
“Millie and Harlan, Mr. President,” Rina supplied. The couple were still in their bathrobes as they’d been when they rushed out of Millie’s apartment in the morning. I should have brought a towel, Harlan thought.
“Millie and Harlan,” the president said without missing a beat. “Two hardworking Americans who are here after facing all kinds of ad… ad… difficulty. We’re going to tell their story later, but it was a really difficult difficulty. The most difficult. I am going to invite them to share a luxurious bed tonight here on Air Force One. They deserve that, and they’ll be working in the new capital, right here in Longview.”
Harlan and Millie looked at Rina and she grinned back. They shrugged.
“Now, Jer… You don’t mind if I call you Jer… it’s time to wrap it up tonight. Get out there in this beautiful Halloween night in Longview and enjoy yourself. Meet me tomorrow morning and we’ll go look at the site for the new golf course. We’ll turn this place into the Midwest Mar-a-Lago. Great. It will be great like America.”
As soon as the reporter was off the plane, the president folded Rina in tentacle-like arms and the two practically melted into one.
“Oh, Toto, it’s been too long since we were together.”
“Welcome to Kansas, Rina.”
“I already introduced Harlan and Millie. We drove all the way from West Virginia to get here after we took the plane up. They’re wonderful.”
“Millie and Harlan, I meant what I said. Come on upstairs to the presidential bed and join my first lady and me.”
“It will be a pleasure Mr. President,” they said.
“Oh, it sure will be.”
All the players arrived at the haunted church by eight-thirty. Everyone was masked and costumed so no one knew who their neighbors were. They’d spend the next few days wondering who they had felt up or possibly even fucked while in disguise. Of course, the secrecy was often a sham. It wasn’t unusual for people to arrange an assignation during the three-hour event.
That was what happened to Stacy just a year ago. She’d made sure Oswald knew she was playing Little Bo Peep in a pastoral scene that had a lot of sheep copulating. Oswald arrived as Little Boy Blue—a stretch for his age, but he had a full head mask—and pulled Stacy under the haystack where they stayed connected for a long time. The result was little Cray, who Darrell thought was his since he’d been fucking his new wife pretty steadily. At the time of the crime, though, Darrell was balls deep in Josephine Carlisle, the clerk at the Dollar General who was playing Mary with her little lamb.
It was an honest mistake.
This year, though, the entire Gwinner clan planned to put on a hot alien scene. Darrell, Stacy, Kristin, Janelle, Zeta, and Haro could hardly keep their hands—or tentacles—off each other. This was going to give a decidedly x-rating to the concept of alien invasion. Having two actual aliens in the mix would enhance the look and feel. They expected people to be lined up wanting to participate with them.
A little hands-on entertainment.
Patience Plunkett had been in charge of recruiting the act leaders this year. Usually, the person in charge of the haunted house started with key individuals. Then those individuals recruited their own teams for their vignette and informed Patience of their theme. She’d recruited Kristin and was worried that she would never get a theme for her station.
On Monday, Kristin had reported her theme selection: alien invasion. Two days later, nearly every team leader preparing a vignette had requested an alien theme, but the subject was taken. Patience turned them all down. She was rather looking forward to seeing the eighteen-year-old in her first sex scene. Of course, the team leader was not required to be in the scene. Patience had never seen an eighteen-year-old leader who didn’t jump at the chance to get naked in front of a few hundred people. She couldn’t blame them. She’d done a Star Wars theme as harem Leia who gradually lost her flimsy costume to Jabba when she was eighteen. Ronnie, playing Jabba, had convinced her that night that she should marry him.
Everyone was in position and the first hundred people had paid their $20 and were in line to enter when the doors opened at nine o’clock sharp. Many out-of-towners rushed to be among the first admitted, not realizing the shows tended to get more explicit as the night wore on. Not that there weren’t plenty of bare boobs and a few dangling sausages to see earlier, but there was a much higher chance that an audience member would get to feel some exposed flesh, expose some themselves, and even get intimate with cast members later.
In addition to those recruited for the main vignette, extras were also recruited. They dressed in costumes and masks consistent with the theme, but they stepped out of shadows, from behind set pieces, and even dropped from the ceiling to surprise audience members, often with intimate contact.
It was possible the haunted church might not blossom into a full-blown orgy, but unlikely.
There was a surprise waiting for many people this night. Much of it centered on the alien invasion area. Aliens kept popping out of unexpected areas, often pulling an unsuspecting spectator through a passage where a change took place. An audience member was extracted, stripped, and used as a pattern for the alien to adopt his or her shape, then dress in the costume. The audience member was moved into a waiting van for transport to a shuttle for storage.
Gradually, the town’s population shifted to being aliens rather than humans.
“D, I knew you’d be back. I never quit believing. It’s almost midnight. Let me have it, baby. Put it in me!” Kristin moaned as Darrell caressed her green dyed breasts. She bent over their spaceship and he moved up behind her.
“Oh, babycakes! I don’t care how many women and aliens you bring home with you. I’m yours, all yours. Take me, Darrell. Spread me out and plant your flag,” Stacy said to her husband. He laid her out on a space couch, pushed her legs back to her breasts, and lined himself up at her opening.
“Mmm. Alien tentacles are really great, but sometimes, all I want is your man-size dick. Stick it in me, DG. Do it like we did on the airplane,” Janelle said as Darrell stood behind her, rubbing his dick up and down her crack. It caught on her wet hole and began to slowly sink into her.
At five minutes until midnight, three Darrells in identical masks, with identical naked bodies, thrust into the three masked women simultaneously with two of them having no idea their mate was a shapeshifting alien.
Brett dropped off the last of the teens who had been to the corn maze and the tractor putted back to the barn. Still on the bed of straw in the trailer, Sheldon and Elaine were removing the last of their clothes. In the cab of the tractor, Bridget had been naked for the past hour. She was bent over Brett’s cock sucking as he brought the tractor to a stop in the barn.
“It’s time for you to have some fun,” Brett said. “You’ve been keeping me hard all evening and I really want to fuck now. But not until I make sure you’ve cum at least twice.”
“Twice? Brett, can you do that?” Bridget exclaimed.
“If I can’t, I’m going to give up on sex because I’ll be no kind of man,” Brett bragged.
The two left the cab and climbed into the trailer, narrowly missing stepping on Sheldon’s bare ass as he bounced in and out of Elaine. She was moaning loudly. Bridget stopped to stare at them for a moment before Brett dragged her down on a blanket and began kissing and sucking on her. He hadn’t even moved between her legs when she had her first orgasm, just from having him suck on her nipples and maul her breasts. She’d been working up to this all evening.
When he parted her legs and started licking her pussy, she gyrated so much he had trouble maintaining contact. Her moan grew in volume until she screeched out her next cum. Brett didn’t stop, figuring he had a good thing going. It was only a few minutes before she’d ramped up to another big one.
“My God! What did you do to her?” Elaine gasped, looking over to the other blanket. It was pretty dark in the barn, so she couldn’t clearly see what position they were in.
“Elly! He’s licking my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m going to cum again!” Bridget gasped, rising to yet another big orgasm. She screamed out her pleasure so loudly, Brett was afraid his father would hear them from inside the house.
Of course, Lyle wasn’t in the house. He and a curvaceous woman he met in the church while performing in the old cowboys and Indians scene were still locked in an embrace while the last of the visitors were being guided out the main doors. His lover had the most talented pussy he’d ever encountered, milking him of everything he had. Well, Lyle was a single dad and saw no reason he shouldn’t take this hot piece home with him. Soon.
“You!” Elaine shouted at Sheldon. “Get your face down between my legs and start licking or I’m going over to Brett!”
Sheldon didn’t want his night of fucking to end on that kind of a note, so he got his face between Elaine’s legs and started licking, even though his come was running out of her hole.
Bridget was clawing at Brett after her fourth cum, trying to get him up to fill her pussy with his cock. Brett was more than happy to slide into her wet mess and the two started fucking vigorously, both cumming noisily.
It was scarcely one o’clock. They figured they had a few more hours of entertaining each other before they’d have to go to sleep.
