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The Out of Towners	By : SexyLizard Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The CEO of Xanatos Enterprises stood on the bridge of a company freighter a few miles off the coast of NYC.
It had been a struggle but David Xanatos's people had managed to pull together the resources for this operation in less than 24 hours. Some people and equipment had to be flown in from the other side of the globe.
But despite the massive cost the corporate executive felt sure it was worth it.
Xanatos was accompanied by Alexander O'Reilly, and his right hand man Owen Burnett.
"Sire with all due respect your presence is not required…it would be safer if…." Owen began.
"We don't know if there's any danger…besides did you really think I would miss THIS" Xanatos replied, interrupting his blonde assistant with a meaningful look.
Deep beneath the oceans waves scuba divers attached clamps to the foreign machine. These clamps were attached to heavy chains that were part of a crane on the Xanatos freighter.
Once the divers had reached the surface and given the go ahead signal, the crane began to wind up its chains. It groaned under the strain of the unexpectedly heavy alien vessel, but it continued to pull it up.
After a few minutes the grey metal starship broke the surface, and David Xanatos and his employees stared in awe at their prize.
Zulu was normally a fairly intrepid woman. She had dealt with brutal Hutt crime bosses, cold-blooded Imperial officials, and even other con artists all without flinching.
But that was because the Falleen could usually talk or fuck her way out of any bad situation, and if that didn't work, she (almost) always had her more combative and heavily armed brother to back her up.
But charm was worthless without the ability to effectively communicate (which was impossible if the people in question didn't have a language in common), and seducing people to get what you wanted was pointless if you couldn't communicate with them. On top of that, Zulu didn't know where she was, where Vega was, or even who the people that carried her off were.
As a result her normal mental fortitude had deserted her, and when she saw that the winged humanoids had apparently been killed she panicked and rushed for what she believed to be an exit from this DANGEROUS rooftop.
Elisa Maza reacted instantly. She didn't know what the result would be of a naked green….woman rushing down into the police station would be, but she doubted it would be good. At the very least the Captain would order a thorough investigation of the Clock Tower (which might reveal the presence of the Clan).
The detective tackled Zulu to the ground before the female could reach the steps downstairs. They rolled around on the floor for a few moments, and Elisa realized that although the green woman was at least as strong as her, she was a far better hand-to-hand fighter than Zulu.
She pinned the green female to the ground, and then hand cuffed her hands together, and used another set of handcuffs on the woman's ankles.
"I'm sorry about this….but its really for your own good…believe me you don't want to get mixed up with my superiors until you know how to defend your rights" Maza said regretfully.
She trusted Captain Chavez. But not the Captain's superiors, after seeing how the gargoyles were treated she no longer had any faith that her government would treat non-humans fairly.
Then she got some pillows and blankets to make the woman comfortable.
As pillows were placed under her body and she was wrapped in blankets, the female Falleen stared resentfully up at Elisa Maza.
"THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR STUPID BONDAGE GAMES HUMAN!" Zulu angrily exclaimed.
Anton Sevarius hadn't been this excited in years. His tests had revealed that the green man he had purchased from Nick Jones belonged to an entirely new species.
Dominique Destine had hired him to create a carrier virus for her, but he decided to put that project on hold. This was far more interesting than anything the pseudo human had ever commissioned him to do.
Despite the fact that the green humanoid had no DNA in common with humanity, there were many fascinating similarities between him and humans.
The most obvious of which was that his form was so similar to the human norm. Of course if Sevarius had more than one test subject he would consider dissecting the male to learn if there were more internal similarities as well. Unfortunately for Sevarius he had only one test subject and thus he could not afford to do anything that might kill him until he had exhausted all other areas of investigation.
The worst aspect of the situation though (at least from the amoral scientist's perspective) was that the language barrier prevented him from questioning the male about his kind.
For all Sevarius knew there were hundreds of members of his species living in or around New York City. Then the immoral geneticist realized how he could remedy the problem.
Vega had been in a (clean but bare) cell most of the time since he had woken up in this strange place. They had taken his clothes and given him no clothing to wear but some sort of strange undergarment to cover up his groin.
The building looked like some sort of primitive medical facility (at least from the inside). Which made sense because the only time the hulking human males here had let him out of his cell was to have some sort of creepy human nurse or doctor run tests on him.
Vega was tired of being pushed around. So he attacked the guards with his meal tray when they came for him this time, and he thought that he broke the nose of one of them. But he was outnumbered 5 to 1 and they quickly overpowered him.
As they brought the struggling green specimen into the lab area Anton Sevarius's dour chief of security informed him "he wounded one of my men."
Sevarius threw him a concerned look and asked, "they didn't hurt him did they?"
"No they adhered to your instructions but…." The well-built security expert replied.
"Then it doesn't matter" the scientist replied carelessly.
He had eyes only for his prize. Sevarius watched the green male struggle as he was tied to a gurney, and seemingly panic as electronic devices were attached to his head.
Anton Sevarius smiled coldly. He theorized that the same technology he had used to program Thailog and the other clones could be used to teach the green specimen English.
And if it fried his brain instead? Well that would be regrettable, but sacrifices had to be made in the search for knowledge.
Elisa Maza had spent the day with Zulu. It didn't seem right to just leave her bound and alone, up in the Clock Tower.
Fortunately she could wear her normal clothes, since Goliath had found them in Central Park the night before. However, none of the Clan had found any sign of Zulu's clothes or the green male that had accompanied her in the Park.
The exotic female seemed hungry, so Elisa hand fed her some leftover pizza from the trio's dinner the night before (only much later did it occur to her that she could have easily accidentally poisoned the woman).
A few hours later Zulu seemed upset about something, and Maza didn't realize what it was until the female lost control of her bladder and pissed on the floor.
Zulu glared at Elisa as though she were the one who had made a mess.
The next few hours passed uneventfully. Maza fed Zulu some more food, and got her to the makeshift toilet they had up in the Clock Tower the next time she had to go to bathroom.
The rest of the time Elisa Maza spent reading aloud to Zulu out of a trashy romance novel that she had brought Angela to read. She had heard it helped babies learn to speak, maybe it could work on mysterious green women (her first choice had been the weekly crime report, but then she remembered that it was too gory for most people's taste, and if Zulu was an alien as Lexington had suggested the previous night, such material was definitely not appropriate for a first contact situation).
Zulu gave no indication that she understood the story, but it seemed to calm her down.
Once the Clan awoke at sundown Zulu seemed much more at ease (if a little shocked at first) so Elisa unhand cuffed her.
Zulu was pleased to learn that the winged humanoids weren't dead, but she couldn't help wondering why they had turned to rock like that. Was it simply some sort of natural biological process? Did they have machines inside them that caused the change? Had it simply been faked somehow?
The morally ambiguous Falleen was also disturbed by the actions of her human (supposed) friend Elisa Maza. Why had Maza kept her bound all day and forced her to pee on the floor? Did the human get off on that kind of thing?
When Zulu tried later that night to go downstairs the winged male who had brought her here prevented her from going, but he was much more polite about it than his human lover had been (he just gently picked her up and put her down on the armchair).
After a little all the other people left except the pretty lavender female.
Zulu tried to flirt with her to pass the time. But the winged woman either didn't understand her actions or was simply ignoring her cues, because she responded to Zulu lightly touching her arms and torso by hugging her in a comforting way.
Eventually Zulu just decided to amuse herself by trying to make sense of the images on the primitive computer screen in front of the chair.
She could understand some of it. The thing with the human woman and the little yipping animal appeared to be a pet food advertisement. While there was a lot of things advertising food. But why did they keep showing images of attractive human women on everything? Was it just to make things more appealing to human males, or were some of the women for sale?
A few hours later the Zulu ignored the computer to focus on her large aching breasts. Because her breasts produced milk like a breeding female's, if she did not have the milk drained through suckling it built up and eventually caused her pain.
Of course she could simply massage and squeeze her breasts to get the milk out. But Zulu normally didn't do it, because it was uncomfortable, and she considered it wasteful and undignified.
But it looked like she had no choice this time. She doubted she could get the pretty lavender female to do it.
Zulu was so preoccupied with massaging and squeezing her bosom to get the milk out (which she was trying to collect in a cup she found) that she barely noticed one of the winged creatures returning.
It was the red one with the white hair and the beaked mouth. He had a brief discussion with the grey female, and then she left (jumping out the window and gliding away).
Once they were alone he stared avidly at the Falleen female stroking herself.
Zulu still wasn't that familiar with his species, but she recognized lust when she saw it.
Seeing the virile looking male stare at her with such obvious interest turned her on, and her skin turned scarlet orange with own arousal, while her body began to unconsciously release mating pheromones.
The red male's eyes literally glowed as his arousal increased, and he began to growl deep in his throat.
Zulu couldn't help being a little intimidated by him as he stalked over to her. But his touch was surprisingly gentle as he caressed her breasts.
With his beak of mouth he couldn't kiss her, but the male improvised by sticking out his long flexible tongue and lightly running it over her face.
Then he moved down to her breasts, and lapped up the milk that spurted out as he fondled the large scarlet orange orbs.
The red male gently pushed her to the floor, and then positioned her on her hands and knees. But to her surprise he did not immediately mount her.
Instead he gently licked the petals of her womanhood with his long tongue. This activity continued until she was moaning with pleasure.
Then Zulu felt something much bigger and firmer than his tongue rubbing against her vaginal lips. She looked back and saw that her lover had discarded his garments and was pressing his erect cock against her cunt. While it wasn't as big as the grey male's, it was still quite impressive considering his proportions.
But Zulu didn't have time to study it for long before he entered her with a long thrust. The Falleen gasped as the male's manhood filled her, and she moved her hand to caress her clitoris as he pumped in and out of her.
As he thrust in and out of her moist depths the red male began to almost roughly caress her heavy breasts, pinching the nipples and squeezing the large orbs.
But Zulu enjoyed his attentions. She hadn't had a good hard fuck since….well last night. But that was still too long as far as the amorous Falleen was concerned.
Unfortunately it was over before she could come, and the eager male ejaculated deep inside her. But then after resting for a moment, he began to pump in and out of her again.
It felt so good to finally relieve his sexual frustration.
It had been years (not counting his millennium long nap) since Brooklyn had received any sort of romantic or sexual attention from a female. The gargoyle had thought that it didn't bother him that much anymore, but then Angela had shown up.
The beautiful female had reawakened his ardor, and Brooklyn felt consumed with erotic longing. But she didn't seem at all interested in the Clan's second.
However, now Brooklyn had this GORGEOUS female to play with.
Her soft milk filled breasts were large and firm, her face was pretty and seemed to express a wanton sexuality, and her buttocks (which his thighs kept rubbing against as he thrust into her from behind) were firm and shapely.
She was all he could want in a lover (except for not being a fellow gargoyle).
Brooklyn had already cum in her at least half a dozen times (based on her gasps and moans the gargoyle thought his lover had orgasmed twice) and he felt ready to go for at least half a dozen more rounds.
"BROOKLYN WHAT ARE YOU DOING" Angela cried as she stepped into the Clock Tower and found the gargoyle fucking their `guest' on her hands and knees.
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