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gain；　and　it　was　still　there；　afraid　in　case　it　was　a　mirage；　her　brain　taunting　her　with　false　hopes。　But　it　was　real；　dusty　but　real。
　　
　　She　raised　herself　up　to　the　level　of　the　sill；　peeped　over　it。　Those　awful　sub…human　creatures　were　in　the　rear　garden；　too；　a　group　of　them　squatting　in　a　circle　amidst　the　tall　seedy　grass　of　the　larger　lawn；　a　cross…legged　gathering　as　though　they　represented　some　kind　of　council　seated　in　judgement；　grunting　and　nodding　to　one　another；　their　rough　bodies　stark　naked。
　　
　　They're　awful；　inhuman。
　　
　　You're　one　of　them；　too！
　　
　　But　I　can　reason；　think。
　　
　　But　for　how　long？　Your　periods　of　civilised　behaviour　are　being　shorter　and　shorter！
　　
　　Her　stomach　churned。　Suddenly　that　telephone　on　the　ledge　by　her　hand　was　shrinking；　growing　smaller　and　smaller；　framing　itself　in　a　reducing　circle；　around　which　was　impenetrable　blackness　spotted　with　red！　Now；　before　it's　too　late！
　　
　　She　grabbed　the　receiver；　almost　dropped　it。　Rehearsing　her　words　in　case　they　suddenly　evaporated　from　a　brain　that　was　starting　to　go　blank。　I'm　in　number　one；　First　Terrace；　Jon。　They're　outside；　camped　in　the　garden。　Primitive　savages　and　they'll　break　in　and　kill　me　if　you　don't　e　quick。　Please　believe　me；　Jon；　it's　true；　I　swear　it　is。　e　quickly。　Bring　the　shotgun。　Oh　Jon；　please　save　me　from　these　hideous　creatures！
　　
　　Starting　to　dial　~　0　。。。　5　。。。　8　。。。　8　。。。
　　
　　Something　was　wrong；　her　failing　sense　of　reasoning　screamed　it　at　her；　a　realisation　that　modern　technology　had　ceased　to　function。　No　dialling　tone；　just　a　total　silence。　When　the　house　had　been　emptied　the　telephone　had　been　disconnected！
　　
　　Sheer　primordial　rage　engulfed　her。　She　gripped　the　plastic…coated　object　with　both　hands；　snapped　it　in　half　so　easily　that　it　might　have　been　rotten。　One　half　fell；　bounced　on　the　bare　floor；　the　other　swung　on　its　flex；　mocking　her。　She　caught　it；　pulled；　tore　it　from　its　connection；　then　grabbed　the　squat　remainder；　not　knowing　what　it　was；　not　understanding；　only　that　it　was　an　alien　that　had　to　be　destroyed。　Smashing　it　against　the　wall；　fragmenting　it；　kicking　it；　crushing　it　beneath　her　feet。　Killing　it！
　　
　　And　then　she　was　sitting　there　in　the　darkening　room；　smiling　to　herself。　Whatever　it　was　that　had　angered　her　was　no　more　and　she　was　satisfied。　Outside　those　voices　were　louder；　soft　footsteps　padding　round　the　house。　A　scratching　sound。　She　looked　up；　saw　the　face　pressed　against　the　glass；　squat　hairy　features；　eyes　that　rolled　and　only　became　still　when　they　saw　her。　Fingers；　long　broken　nails；　scraping　on　the　glass；　clawing　it；　trying　to　find　a　way　in。　More　faces；　coarse　beneath　the　masses　of　hair；　jostling　each　other　eagerly；　angrily；　for　a　view　of　the　creature　which　lay　within。
　　
　　Jackie　was　not　frightened；　only　puzzled。　She　did　not　know　why　she　was　here；　why　she　should　be　in　one　place　and　those　people　should　be　in　another；　cut　off　from　her。　She　stood　up；　smiled　at　them；　grunted　a　kind　of　wele。　Let　me　out；　please。
　　
　　A　crash　of　breaking　glass；　shards　falling　into　the　room；　splintering。　A　bloody　clenched　fist　powered　a　second　blow　and　half　the　window　shattered。　Those　outside　were　clamouring　excitedly；　beginning　to　force　their　way　in；　shoving　one　another　on　the　sill。　Blood　was　spurting；　a　crimson　fountain；　but　they　did　not　appear　to　notice　it；　jetting　on　to　walls　and　ceiling；　sluggish　rivulets　trickling　down。
　　
　　Four　of　them；　fearsome　muscular　naked　males　of　a　species　that　surely　dated　back　to　the　mists　of　time；　rough　hair　matting　their　tough　coarse　skin；　shaggy　beards　that　virtually　hid　their　expressions；　except　for　their　eyes；　pinpoints　of　fire　that　burned　with　a　lust　that　was　necessary　to　keep　their　race　alive；　circling　the　woman　who　stood　before　them；　uncertain。　Perhaps　slightly　afraid。　Then　backing　off；　except　for　one。
　　
　　Jackie's　gaze　met　the　latter's　and　a　half…smile　eased　out　of　her　stoic　expression。　Instinct；　somehow　knowing　what　was　expected　of　her；　accepting　it；　even　relishing　the　prospect　of　what　lay　ahead。
　　
　　The　man　was　big；　well　over　six　feet　tali　in　spite　of　his　hunched　shoulders；　his　muscular　legs　slightly　bowed　as　though　he　had　only　recently　learned　to　walk　upright。　He　stepped　close；　tapped　her　on　the　shoulder　with　an　extended　forefinger　then　pointed　to　himself。　An　order。　The　other　three　retreated　to　a　corner　of　the　room；　the　smallest　of　them　still　spouting　blood　from　a　gashed　wrist　and　trying　to　stem　the　flow　unsuccessfully　with　his　other　hand。　His　hairy　torso　was　saturated　with　the　bright　scarlet　fluid；　he　did　not　appear　to　understand；　amazement　but　not　fear。　None　of　the　others　seemed　to　realise　that　soon　he　would　die；　or　perhaps　it　was　not　important。　They　had　found　a　female　who　would　in　time　bear　young；　their　numbers　would　not　be　diminished。
　　
　　Jackie　Quinn　followed　the　big　man's　fingers　with　her　eyes；　saw　the　outstretched　hand　ing　towards　her；　a　tentative　exploration；　not　so　much　a　fee！　at　her　well…formed　breasts　but　rather　a　stroking　of　her　nylon　blouse；　callouses　snagging　the　material。　Pulling　at　it；　grunting。
　　
　　She　did　not　understand　any　more　than　the　other　did。　Her　body　should　have　been　free；　unencumbered；　instead　it　was　unnaturally　encased；　unfortable；　preventing　her　from　stretching　her　limbs；　displaying　herself　for　the　admiration　of　these　males　who　had　e　to　her。　Something　was　wrong；　she　should　not　be　imprisoned；　shackled　in　this　shameful　way。　Her　skin　was　itching；　screaming　out　for　its　freedom。
　　
　　Now　it　was　her　fingers；　no　longer　slim　and　sensuous；　which　secured　a　grip　on　her　upper　garment。　Buttons　were　beyond　her　prehension；　she　just　knew　that　she　had　to　rid　herself　of　these　garments　in　the　quickest　possible　way。　She　pulled；　the　blouse　tore　diagonally。　Another　tug　and　it　was　shredded　right　across；　tearing　frantically；　desperate　to　free　herself。
　　
　　A　gasp　of　surprise　from　the　tall　dark　male；　stabbing　with　his　fingers　again　at　her　tight　bra…cups；　rubbing　in　search　of　the　nipples　which　were　hidden　from　view。　Somehow　his　clumsy　fumblings　found　the　strap　and　the　strained　elastic　twanged；　brought　a　howl　of　fear　from　his　thick　bearded　lips　as　it　lashed　him。　Then　he　saw　the　exposed　pink　firm　nipples　and　his　teeth　showed　in　a　wide　smile。　She　was　female　after　all。
　　
　　The　tight…fitting　jeans　posed　a　problem　for　both　of　them；　smooth　cotton　with　nowhere　to　grip。　He　spun　her　round；　ran　his　hands　down　her　buttocks；　let　out　a　loud　sigh。　A　nod　of　his　head　and　two　of　the　others　stepped　forward；　the　third　one　already　crumpled　to　the　floor　still　trying　to　plug　his　gashed　artery。
　　
　　Help　me；　for　this　is　indeed　a　strange　woman！
　　
　　It　was　sheer　bined　strength　which　finally　conquered　the　stubborn　jeans；　the　trouser　legs　being　ripped　upwards　from　the　bottom　so　that　the　fastener　flew　open。　Further　amazement　as　a　pair　of　scarlet　pants　were　revealed　but　there　was　no　time　for　curiosity　now。　They　were　torn　asunder；　flung　to　one　side。　A　warning　growl　and　the　two　helpers　hastily　retreated　to　join　their　dying　panion。　Their　leader　had　picked　his　woman　and　it　would　be　a　foolish　man　who　tried　to　contest　the　prize。
　　
　　Beneath　her　coating　of　fluffy　hair　Jackie　Quinn's　coarse　skin　prickled　and　she　shuddered　in　anticipation；　knew　automatically　the　role　which　she　was　expected　to　play。　It　was　her　duty；　pleasure　came　second。　A　half…glance　down　at　the　other's　lower　regions　showed　her　the　solid　length　of　pink　flesh　protruding　from　a　thick　forest　of　hair。　He　was　ready；　she　must　not　delay　or　else　he　would　bee　angry；　might　fly　into　a　rage　and　kill　her。　None　could　deny　him　his　right。
　　
　　She　nodded；　turned；　and　dropped　lithely　on　to　all…fours；　thighs　well　apart；　buttocks　raised。　Tensed；　waiting。
　　
　　He　fell　on　her　from　behind　with　the　primitive　eagerness　of　an　animal　which　has　been　kept　waiting　too　long；　gripping　her　thighs　painfully　for　support；　stabbing　at　her　to　find　her　entrance；　hurting　her　but　she　did　not　cry　out。　She　pushed　backwards　to　aid　his　penetration；　braced　herself　in　readiness　for　his　slamming　thrusts。
　　
　　So　hard　and　fast；　over　almost　as　soon　as　it　had　begun；　dragging　her　upright　with　him；　gripping　her　arm　tightly　as　he　turned　to　face　the　watchers。　The　fleeting　glimmer　of　hope　in　their　tiny　eyes　died　instantly。　This　time　the　pleasure　was　not　to　be　a　shared　one。　Their　leader　sought　more　than　the　delights　of　mating；　he　required　this　strange　woman　to　bear　his　child；　to　prepare　his　food　and　to　tend　his　needs。
　　
　　His　word　was　law　and　none　would　question　it　until　the　day　came　when　his　leadership　was　disputed。　And　that　time　was　not　nigh　yet。
　　
　　Blood　dripped　steadily　into　that　square　hole　in　the　concrete　floor；　following　the　slight　slope；　with　a　noise　like　a　leaking　tap；　a　crimson　lake　that　would　partially　empty　and　then　congeal。　The　man　on　the　floor　was　dead　but　his　passing　would　not　be　mourned。　Where　there　was　life　there　was　always　death；　it　was　the　law　of　Nature　and　was　accepted　without　question。
　　
　　Jackie　looked　up　into　the　face　of　her　lover；　recognised　his　sheer　strength　and　power　and　her　flesh　goosepimpled　with　pride。
　　
　　'Jac；'　she　tapped　her　breasts　and　smiled。