The Anointed One: The Alpha Female

By Rich Olsen

Army Lieutenant Colonel Alexandria Reynald, Alexis to her friends was sitting at the CIA but instead of everyone talking about her retrieving the laptop with all the info about the Allah’s Servants it was about the spaceship that landed on the lawn of the White House. In addition, an exact duplicate was sitting at the Capital of every country on Earth. As Alexis told the others, it does not bode well for the Earth. You don’t send that many spaceships if you come in peace.

Deep in a bunker in the White House, President Spaulding, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs Nance, National Security Advisor Elizabeth Harris and the other members of the National Security Council were meeting to discuss the spaceship on the lawn. Nothing was happening, it was just sitting there. After 21 hours to the second, ramps came out of every spaceship and a four-and-a-half-foot alien right out of science fiction movies emerged and said he had a message for the President. His message was simple, the Earth has 49 days to surrender and become part of the Empire or the Empire will go to war with the Earth and 49 days all their military will be destroyed. He needed an answer because his ship would leave in 21 hours.

Spaulding asked who the expert on something like this might be. There were no suggestions but Nance said if they were looking for someone that could think outside the box better than anyone else and if there was a weakness to these Grays, Lieutenant Colonel Reynald could find it.

Alexis was given a battlefield promotion to Brigadier General and tasked with the job of finding the alien’s weakness and defeating them. At a dinner with Elizabeth Harris Alexis laments about her job, having to investigate all the crazies. She said she wishes she could get inside a ship or talk with the aliens and learn their secrets, but that will never happen.

The days were counting down until the invasion and one day on the way home, in her limo surrounded by a military convoy, they lost all power and an alien ship landed in front of them. A voice told Alexis if she does not surrender in seven minutes and come aboard their ship every soldier in her convoy would be killed and she would then be taken by force aboard the ship. Bullets and shells just hit a force field and either explode harmlessly or fall to the ground. Alexis surrenders and willingly boards the ship. She is whisked away to a mothership somewhere near the orbit of Neptune. There she meets Jones.

Jones is the Information Retrieval Officer. He tells Alexis that she is the Alpha Female, the most important person on Earth. She will be the go between the Earth and the Empire. He also tells her that the Race has an organ that Earth humans do not have, one that allows them to drink in the fear of the opposite sex. It has formed and shaped the Race’s past. He then tells her that it is pain that produces the most fear in all humanoid females and that is what he will elicit from her. He also tells her she will be on the Mothership for 28 days and then returned to Earth seven minutes before she was taken.

She meets the future Governor of Earth, Adam. He asks her to be his Earth Primary until his actual Primary arrives. Alexis stands up to him and the Race gets their first look at a strong-willed dominant female, something they never encountered. In the next two days both Alexis and the Race learn about each other and come to believe that when Alexis tells them of an Earth saying, “be careful what you wish for, you may just get it,” it is words of wisdom because now that both the Race and Alexis have what they wished for, they do not want it.

This is the first book in the Anointed One Trilogy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rich Olsen
• Release date: Nov 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005072353

Book preview

When writing a book about an alien civilization and culture, you have to make it alien. The creatures are humanoid, but I do not want them to look like what we might see in older movies, aliens that look like our long-lost cousins, and speak English.

The Grays, the aliens, do speak English, but only because they have studied Earth and its languages. How can you communicate with a planet if you don’t speak their language and they don’t speak yours.

How does someone represent pops and clicks as part of words, as well as vowels and consonants not in our language or alphabet? I chose to use different symbols that have no relationship to English words, as well as letters from other alphabets. Basically, the words are meant to be alien to us and what we would think of as gibberish. Read them, skip over them, give them some name or pronunciation, or do what my wife did when she was reading it out loud, make some meaningless sounds. I do not care, it isn’t important. ŇrtzoĎλμ is the first alien we meet that has an alien name, he is Jones. The aliens took Earth names, so we can say them. (Yes, I did that to make it easier for the reader.)

I hate movies that have subtitles, I wish all the Germans, French, Russian, whoever would just speak English, but for realism, I gave the aliens alien names, therefore when the aliens are speaking among themselves, Jones is always ŇrtzoĎλμ. Again, skip over it, or whatever, just remember ŇrtzoĎλμ is Jones and what gibberish for a name goes with which alien. Just keep the gibberish names straight or you could have difficulty determining who is speaking.

We have four fingers and a thumb on each hand, so we count in base ten. I gave the aliens five fingers and a thumb to make them……alien. I made them more mathematical and their system of counting is in base seven. Therefore, the number 1007 would equal 49 in our counting system, and onezerozero in theirs. My wife hates numbers and gets bogged down in them. Many of these numbers have as much meaning as their names, don’t get bogged down by base seven numbers, a number like 1600007 is a base seven number because of the lower case seven at the end of the number. Don’t worry about trying to figure out what the number is. With a number like 47218348730 it is not important what the actual number is other than the idea that it is a really big number. Some numbers do have meaning though, when the President and others are discussing the distance to Neptune, I use the actual number of miles, it is a big number, but it isn’t important to the story that you figure out what the actual number is other than it is a big number and Neptune is far away.

With the Grays, I run their numbers together like twozerozero. I also use a Gray counting system. Again, the words aren’t important, it is only important that you realize the Grays are an alien civilization, and have a completely different way of thinking, acting and values. Please don’t get bogged down in alien language or decide not to read or buy this book because of the numbers. I will try not to overwhelm you with numbers. If I do, do what my wife does and just skip the number.

I hope you enjoy the book.

Rich

The Anointed One: Accorded to the λĸdfqzЭëëĽŕ Bible, The Book of ØбИμqooP The Goddess will send the Anointed One to save the ËëλΓ.

The fear of death is more to be dreaded than death itself.

Publilius Syrus -100 BC

Chapter One

Omar Kassel sat across the street from the restaurant in Copenhagen, Denmark. The restaurant was one that served American food. Kassel was with two other men. They were from Allah’s Servants, a Muslim terrorist organization that had spread from Yemen east to Pakistan and west into Europe. The Denmark Chapter, was the biggest in Europe and best organized and funded of all the cells. It was headed by Faris Rahal. Rahal, like Kassem was not born in the Middle East, he was Danish, born Niels Christensen. Christensen was good looking and charismatic. He had been a real lady’s man before he found Allah and converted to the one true religion, Islam.

The reason Rahal had sent Kassem and the other two to that restaurant was because some woman named Susan Williams was asking questions about him and Allah’s Servants. She was asking about Faris Rahal as well as Niels Christensen. He had no idea why, but he was going to find out. If it was what he thought, some intelligence service looking for him, then there would be no more Susan Williams to report. If it was innocent........ Well the world wasn’t going to miss one more pretty blond.

Rahal considered himself a hands-on guy, and he knew how to get information. The truth was, not that he’d admit it, Rahal was a sadist and especially enjoyed...... extracting information from women. After he had extracted it, the women disappeared, never to be found again.

Kassem watched Susan Williams. He knew that Faris was a sadist, but sometimes the world needed sadists. Faris could get information better than anyone else. Kassem’s only complaint was Faris was too hands on. He never delegated the information gathering to others. Kassem was not a sadist, he knew that and so did Faris. Kassem was a soldier, a watcher and when necessary, an abductor. What pissed Kassem off was the fact that other members of the cell could also extract information, but Faris never gave them a chance. Faris enjoyed that job too much. Well Faris was the leader of the cell, Kassem thought. In fact, Rahal was the leader of all the cells in Europe and the Number Three man in Allah’s Servants.

Kassem watched Susan Williams. She went into the restaurant and met with someone that she thought knew Faris. Williams was rather pretty and he would have had no problem fucking her before he converted. She was blond, with an hourglass shape that Kassem always liked in a woman.

Kassem also decided that whoever sent her here for this job was not very good. If it was the CIA, they had to be desperate. Susan Williams wore a dress that seemed to show too much cleavage, even for Denmark. She was wearing a short, tight dress and red six-inch stiletto heels with pointed toes. It appeared to Kassem that Williams was not used to walking in shoes like that and might fall on her face. To make things worse, the skirt seemed to be so tight she could hardly walk. Snatching her would be almost too easy. She couldn’t run in that dress or those heels. Kassem really wished for someone a little more challenging.

Williams met with the man for fifteen minutes, and then ordered dinner. She was sitting at a table by the window. There was no way this woman could be a real spy; no spy would sit by the window. Anyone could take a shot at her, or see her. Kassem had seen a few spies that tried to kill Faris. They would have sat against a wall facing the door. Not this woman, she looked like a tourist that some spy agency, maybe the CIA, had paid to find out information about Faris and report back to them. They were probably paying for her trip, or maybe she was doing it for God and Country.

It was probably God and Country, Kassem decided. She would be the type, blond, fit, pretty, sexy, and someone that stood out and you’d remember. Kassem figured Williams knew....... her shit didn’t stink, as they say in America. She knew she was sexy and attractive, and now she was displaying her wears, again something a professional spy would not do, especially in a dress too tight to move or fight in. Kassem just hoped he could have a turn with her before Faris made her disappear.

Williams ate for about an hour, they watched. It was something a dumb blond American would eat, steak, mashed potatoes with gravy and green beans. She had even ordered a California wine, not a French or a Danish wine. She was stupid, unprofessional and arrogant, he decided. She deserved what was coming to her.

As they watched, Susan Williams’s server came over and left the check. She pulled out her credit card, it was just a run of the mill Visa card. It wasn’t a gold, platinum or a Black American Express. She put it there and a few minutes later, the server picked it up.

Kassem continued to watch and a couple minutes later, the server returned, tossed down the credit card and said something to her. Susan fumbled in her purse and even from across the street Kassem and the others could see she was embarrassed. It took many long seconds, but she pulled out another card, an American Express and gave it to the server. Again it wasn’t gold, platinum or black. Kassem just shook his head. What kind of spy doesn’t have enough money on her credit card to pay for dinner? he asked the others. It would be too easy.

The server returned and put down the check and credit card. It was in a folder, this one had gone through. Susan signed it and gave him a twenty percent tip. The server was glad she was American and didn’t know that the proper tip in Europe was only five percent. Ten percent was considered a generous tip, well the server wasn’t about to educate her.

After that, Susan left and was again trying to walk on the stiletto heels. The wine didn’t help any and she was tottering and ready to fall and break her ass. Somehow, she made it out of the restaurant and began to walk back to her hotel room.

Kassem saw her leave, it was time to snatch her so Faris could extract information from her. Kassem didn’t really agree with Faris’s sadistic means of getting info, Kassem wasn’t sure he was getting reliable information. There comes a time when, in Kassem’s opinion, the person will tell you anything to stop the pain. Also, it seemed like Faris only interrogated female subjects, especially attractive, sexy females, and all of his torture was sexual, geared for those areas that defined her as a woman. Again did it make a difference if you targeted the nipples and clitoris for pain instead of jabs to the face and stomach, or a ruler to the bottom of the feet. In the end pain was pain.

Kassem wasn’t an idiot, everyone knew Faris was a sadist and he liked to torture attractive, sexy women, that was why the pain was always aimed at the areas that defined her as a woman. As far as the Qur`an was concerned, this was part of the jihad, the holy war, and the information was needed so they could do that which was necessary to convert the infidels. It wasn’t really Faris fault that he enjoyed his work. After all, what if Faris was a chef, an athlete, or a pilot that enjoyed his work. The information needed to be extracted, still Kassem wondered if someone like this Susan Williams needed to be tortured. She wasn’t a professional, she’d talk. Still, Faris was the boss.

Kassem was in charge of the abduction, it was his specialty. He sent one of the men to follow her when she left the restaurant. She’d probably never notice, she seemed drunk and concentrating on walking. Kassem and the other person would get the van and abduct her. Kassem figured, five minutes tops.

Susan stumbled...... hobbled....... teetered out of the restaurant and down the street, trying to walk without breaking something...... including her heels. She seemed oblivious to anything or anyone around her. The third member of Kassem’s team was walking about five meters behind her when the van pulled up. It pulled up next to Susan and stopped. The side door opened and the guy behind her ran up the five meters, grabbed her and tossed her in the van to Kassem and then jumped in himself, closing the door. The other man in the snatch team drove away as the door was being closed.

Susan screamed, but it was too late, she was inside and something was stuck in her mouth and tape was put over that. Plastic cable ties were put around her arms and legs and pulled tight. Like Kassem had thought, the whole thing took three minutes. At this point, Susan Williams was theirs and Faris would discover why she was asking about him....... in about ten or twelve hours. Kassem figured Susan Williams, probably an American had maybe twenty-four hours to live, give or take six unless Farris enjoyed his work too much and wanted to prolong her pain and suffering. He hoped she enjoyed her last meal.

Chapter Two

Kassem looked at her, she was wide eyed with fear and breathing fast, he could almost taste the fear in her. Faris would love this one, but she probably wouldn’t last long before he broke her. It didn’t matter, Kassem knew. If Faris broke her quickly and she told him everything, Faris would say he didn’t believe her and continue to torture her and in the end, kill her. Kassem had converted about ten years ago. He had read the Qur`an, including the Qur`an passage 22-19-22, These twain are two opponents who contend concerning their Lord. But as for those who disbelieve, garments of fire will be cut out for them; boiling fluid will be poured down on their heads. Whereby that which is in their bellies, and their skins too, will be melted; And for them are hooked rods of iron and: Taste the doom of burning,

Kassem had read it several times and Faris explained it to him, if you are not one of the Faithful, Allah said it was okay to use any means to deal with the infidel, and then use that method to cause their death. Still Kassem wasn’t sure. To Kassem it reminded him of when he was a Christian and they used their Bible to justify whatever action they wanted to do. It seemed like Faris was using this passage from the Qur`an to justify torturing a woman beyond that which was necessary, that he kept torturing her for his own pleasure. He shrugged. In the final analysis the end justifies the means, because whatever means we employ brings about a certain end. The end we desire is for Islam to be the only religion in the world and until that happens, we are in a holy war. It is the Americans that say, ‘all is fair in love and war,’ and this is war and the Qur`an 22-19-22 does allow it, he thought.

The trip to the house took half an hour. It was outside Copenhagen and over two hundred years old, worse it had a kind of evil about it. The winds whipped through the house and it creaked. The doors did not close tight so sometimes they just opened…... or slammed shut. Faris had owned this house for seven years now and Kassem had lived there the whole time and the house still scared him. Add to that the number of infidels....... female infidels that had been killed in that house, in horrible pain based on their bloodcurdling screams, and the house reeked of evil and death, perfect for extracting information.

When they reached the house, they dragged Susan Williams out of the van and into the house. Her ridiculously high stiletto heels coming off in the process. Kassem told the driver to pick them up. Kassem knew that Faris would like the look of them on her.

She was wearing nylons, Kassem saw, something a woman of the Faithful would not wear, but a woman of the Faithful would never dress like this. Her nylon encased legs were dragged and there were a few holes in the nylons. Faris would like that as well.

They dragged her into the house. It was three stories and well lit. It might be over two hundred years old, but it had been remodeled and rewired. They dragged her up to the second floor to Faris’s special room. All the rooms in this house had almost four-meter ceilings. They were 3.66 meters to be exact, the house was built before Denmark was on the metric system. So the ceilings were twelve feet high, but this room had been remodeled by Faris for his purposes. The center of the ceiling and floor above were gone, with wooden pillars there to hold up the floor that had spanned the room. This meant in the center of his special room, his torture chamber, he had a twenty-five-foot ceiling, or 7.62 meters. Plenty of room to suspend an infidel and let her just hang for a while.

Once in the special room, Kassem lowered two shackles from the ceiling. He attached these to her wrists, moving the cable ties upward. When both of those were attached, he cut the cable ties and Kassem raised her by her wrist. When he had her in a standing position, he put shackles on both ankles with a chain one meter long, just over three feet, with a ball attached that weighed eight kilos, almost eighteen pounds. When that was attached, he cut that cable tie.

Now came the fun part! Kassem wasn’t a sadist and hated to see these women suffer. If it was up to him he’d tell them that they were going to die and it was their choice, they could talk and their death would be quick and relatively painless, a bullet in the back of the head. If they did not talk....... well he’d tell them that Faris would make them talk and their death would be horribly painful. That wasn’t Faris’s way, his way was pain, period. First he had to humiliate them, break them, this was the fun part for Kassem.

He smiled at her. Kassem aka Jens Svennigsen had Scandinavian features, sandy blond hair, blue eyes, light skin, nothing like your typical Muslim. He could see the fear in her. He took out his knife. In one quick stroke, he sliced down the front of her dress. The knife was sharp, and he was good at this. In one stroke he sliced her dress from top to bottom.

She had no bra on and Kassem saw her breasts were average, for an American or a Dane and they sagged only slightly, like what you’d expect. He also noticed she had nylons and a garter belt on that matched her red shoes. Typical American, he thought. No proper Islamic woman would wear such a thing, only whores and porn stars. Is that how she thinks we dress? Next, he sliced the straps on her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor.

He saw her thong, it barely covered her womanhood. It had one purpose, to incite a male to fornication. The sight of her was making him hard as he stood there. He took his knife and sliced the strings for her thong and pulled it away. She had no pubic hair, she was completely bald down there, something no Islamic woman would ever consider. Now she was naked except for the garter belt, nylons and heels and he raised her up so her arms were in the third floor but her head was still in the second. She hung there, the weights pulling down on her. At that point, Kassem turned and left the room.

After he left, another man entered. He took a chair and sat. He would sit and stare at her naked body for two hours. Rahal told him he could jack off on her or in front of her as many times as he wanted in order to humiliate her. Rahal wanted the woman to know he was masturbating while thinking about her naked body. He wanted her to realize she was just a piece of meat to excite men so they could masturbate in front of her. This guard jacked off twice.

After two hours, he left and another came in with the same orders. He was replaced after two hours with yet another. Two hours after that a fourth guard took his turn in the chair. This one could orgasm every half hour, and he did. After eight hours, Kassem entered, removed his clothes and slowly stroked his hard dick. He deposited his seed in the area of her womanhood three times in his two hours.

At the end of the ten hours, Kassem raised Susan Williams so her head was above the third floor. There one of the others deposited his seed on her face to humiliate and break her some more. When he finished, he removed the tape from her mouth, and removed the gag. At that point, she was again lowered so the balls attached to her ankles were still off the floor, and her head was below the third floor. Then Kassem dressed and walked out of the room. After hanging there for over ten hours, it was time for Rahal to enter. For Rahal, the fun was about to begin.

Chapter Three

Another Dane walked in. This one was very handsome. You are Susan Williams, I assume you are an American. I am Faris Rahal, I was born Niels Christensen. I heard you have been asking questions about me. Well you found me, unfortunately for you. At that point, he turned his back to her and walked to a wheeled cart. He pushed it to a cabinet and began to take things from the cabinet and put them on the cart. As he did, he held them up for her to see. There was a scalpel, whips and floggers, and not the kind used in S&M play, but ones with barbs on them to cause added pain by sticking into the skin and pulling out portions of flesh. There were clamps, candles and other things she had no idea what they were, but they all looked malevolent. Rahal spent fifteen minutes picking out his tools, whistling and humming as he did.

After he had the cart filled, he wheeled it over to where she was. After that, he put down a plastic sheet on the floor. It had a raised rim. The plastic sheet will catch any blood or bodily fluids that you might........ he smiled, it was a cold evil smile, ........ will lose. Now I will lower you so I have access to your entire body. It’s more fun that way.

He lowered her, he could sense her fear. He lowered her until her feet were on the floor. That took some of the weight off her arms. I think we will start with a pair of clamps for your nipples. These clamps have a screw and I can tighten them to the point that I crush those nipples of yours. So, why were you looking for me? He turned to get the clamps.

Alexandria Reynald aka Susan Williams could not believe how much her arms hurt. She had been hanging there for ten hours naked while those assholes jacked off on her or in front of her. They thought that would humiliate her, it didn’t. This wasn’t the first time she found herself naked in front of men, she hoped it would be the last, but she knew it probably would not be. One thing about Alexandria Reynald, she was a realist. She was good at what she did. She could be a cold blooded killer if that was what was needed, and she could think on her feet and didn’t panic.

Alexandria........ Alexis to her friends, was in her mid-thirties and a lieutenant colonel in the United States Army on semi-permanent loan to the CIA. It was semi-permanent because it seemed there was always some other mission that needed her skills; killer, smart, creative, someone that doesn’t panic, someone that can appear to be someone she isn’t and someone that can look over the situation, or the information and figure out what needs to be done and where the information was headed.

She was really too young to be a lieutenant colonel. She had only served twelve years in the Army having entered after college, graduating with her degree in political science. After twelve years, she should have been a major, at the most, but Alexis was talented, smart and could think on her feet. As a result for both her skills in the field and her leadership abilities, she was now a lieutenant colonel.

Her latest mission was to find Faris Rahal, kill him, retrieve all the information he had on other cells and then destroy his cell. She had spent about a week all over Denmark asking questions about him, in English. Another skill Alexis had was an ear for languages. She had learned to speak Danish in six weeks. She could pass for a native, so she didn’t try. She