Moontanman

Fantasy Date!

I met her in a petshop while buying buying fish food, not quite 5′, her short stature was perfect for her chubby busty body. She had a halo of soft light strawberry blond hair, her bright hazel eyes and sweet round baby face hid her real age. She had piercings in her full pouty lips that surrounded her small round mouth. She seemed lost or at least looking for something, We were looking at the same tank of bright red fishes, she seemed delighted at the beauty of the tiny creatures.

She looked up at me and asked, “Do you keep fishes? My Daddy does, I always loved his aquariums” She mused.

I immediately asked her name, “Patty” she said in a soft shy voice.

We talked as we looked at the fishes, she told me she was 21, just out of college. Patty smiled shyly and told me in a conspiratorial voice “It’s my birthday!” She giggled with a little smile.

Her giggle tugged at my heart!

I smiled at her as I listened to how she was trying to figure out what to do with her life now that she was out of school, it seemed her major hadn’t exactly put her at the top of the job market.

I stopped and turned to her, I was so much older than her I was almost afraid to ask but I decided it was now or never. “Patty, would you let me take you out tonight for a light dinner at the beach? You deserve a birthday dinner, let me give you one!”

She turned her little pouty mouth onto into a tight o as she gave my suggestion a quick thought, “Just a dinner?” she said with a wispy smile. A tiny “ok” was her reply. She immediately reached into her over sized purse and pulled out a small notepad and wrote down her address in a red sharpie… handed it to me.

She went on in her soft voice, “I’d give you my number but my phone was stolen yesterday and my Daddy says I need to replace it myself”, she looked more than a little miffed.

I pocketed the note and smiled my biggest smile, “I’ll pick you up at 8, just casual, no pressure, its your birthday! ”

When I pull up outside her apartment she is dressed in a pleated skirt, black with leather belt and over sized brass buckle a green crop top exposing her sweet muffin top belly. Her top shows just enough cleavage to suggest big boobs without actually giving away the truth. Her skirt is modestly cut just above the knee. Those thick legs and bubble butt make my legs weak!

Good God how I like chubby girls!

Her nose ring is bright in the street lights as we drive, the little lip piercings glint as we drive under the street lights. Her face is full of joy, like someone who hasn’t been enjoying life of late suddenly dropped into a good time. Patty turns to me with that pouty little smile now open and showing her big white teeth. “I love your Jeep, I love the wind in my hair!”

I smile back as we pull into the Oyster Bar and go around and help her out of the Jeep, I get a glimpse of her thick legs as she gets down from the Jeep. Makes my heart race!

We walk in and all eyes are on this sweet young thing with me, makes my heart sing! The waitress seats us, I am a regular and we get a table overlooking the ocean surf. I can hear the surf as it pounds the beach under us.

The Waitress asks me if I want my usual, I laugh and say yes! “Bring us each a dozen oysters and a Bottle of cherry wheat beer and two shots of tequila… please sweetheart” and give her a wink. Debbie has been waiting on me so long she is almost family.

Patty’s laughter is musical and the brightness in her eyes mesmerizes me. I listen to her talk about her job, her life, her dreams. She is so full of energy!

After we finish eating and drinking we walk down the beach and its a dark Moon so I show her how to make the sand glow and squeak. She is fascinated and I get to see her on her knees as she works on making the sand around her knees glow.

We walk along and I take the opportunity to embrace her and begin with a light kiss to see if she is willing. She kisses back so I hold her tight as I kiss her mouth, long deep kisses eventually using my tongue and licking behind her ears while a give her a low growl, she giggles.

Patty returns the tongue kisses and I give her tongue a good sucking, her eyes get big in surprise so I give her my tongue and she slowly gets the idea to suck it.

We kiss and rub all over each for awhile and she is getting breathless, so I guide her back to the car and we drive again. I rub my hand up he skirt as we drive, she automatically scoots forward in the seat and spreads her legs… her kitty is nice and thick, shaved smooth and sleek!

We go to my apartment and go inside, when I turn on the lights I see that her face and neck are red and flushed.

I pull her close and ask if she is ok but she just says, “I’m always a little bit shy on the first date, I’m more used to wrestling with handsy, clumsy boys but you seem so confident, I wanted to be ready for you but I feel so swept up so… comfortable.
I’ve just never felt this way, so comfortable, so protected and yet so desired!

I sit on the couch and motion for her to Jon me but I ask her to lay back on my lap so we can kiss some more. I hold her in my arms and begin another round of kissing and heavy petting. I go to kiss her nipples and find she has nipple bars, black metal ones in her long pink nipples!

I rub her naked pussy and continue with the long deep kisses she orgasms easily after a few minutes, those little but continuous orgasms a good pussy rub brings, Patty’s tiny but continuous gasps between squeals of delight at the orgasms are sweet and cute.

I sit her back upon the couch and pull her forward to sit on the edge of the cushion lift her skirt and kneel in front of her, spread her legs and begin to lick her thighs working my way slowly up to her sweetness, glistening with her juices. I begin to kiss it, lightly at first then take it in mouth and suck her kitty up and lightly flick her clit. I feel her begin to shake,

I slide my finger up into her little naked kitty to caress her g spot, that little button of waffle skin just inside her pussy.

Patty is lost now, I can feel her leg muscles tighten as she begins to slowly climb the mountain of real orgasm, ever higher, like a volcano swelling with lava, Patty’s little pussy is swollen and hot under my sucking mouth and flicking tongue, I can taste her juices gushing out.

She begins this long high pitched squeal of delight as her orgasm sweeps her away. The squeal matures into a loud deep growl as her orgasm explodes into my waiting mouth sucking hard until the thighs begin to quiver, her legs are weak now but she continues to convulse as the peaks slowly diminish.

I continue to lick the inside of her thighs and across the top of her smooth kitty as she slowly comes down, finally kissing her kitty lightly over and over to soothe it.

I stand up and offer her my cock, its huge and hard, the tight skin is heavy with veins and and she moves forward to take it in her little chubby hands. Her big hazel eyes look at it in delight as I put my hand lightly on the back of her head, she doesn’t flinch and looks up at me expectantly so I begin to pull her forward. The swollen tight cockhead brushes up to her full pouty lips and I feel the lip piercings slowly part as my cock slides past them.

First thing I feel is her tongue ring rubbing just under my cock head as it slides in. She begins to suck and lick as she tugs on it with both hands as my hand guides her head back and forth.

My hand runs through her lovely hair and she looks up at me, my cock deeply embedded in Patty’s pretty face. I tell Patty how pretty she is what a good girl she is. She pulls back for a second and asks “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

I answer back, “yes my sweetheart, you are very pretty!” and I push my cock back into her pouty lips.

My pent up desire takes over and I pull her deep gagging her for a few seconds then I pull out of her throat and fill her mouth with the load that’s been building all evening. Her eyes get big as she tries to gulp it down but I tell her to wait and hold the cum in her mouth.

Her eyes get serious as my cock pulses over and over in her pretty little mouth, her thick pouty lips making a popping noise as I pull completely out. I finish up by getting a couple ropes of cum to splatter across her face.

I tell her to show it to me. She opens her mouth and I see her tongue stud swimming in cum with the gooey cream hanging from her nose and chin… I tell her to swallow it!

It takes her two gulps but she gets it down and a huge smile erupts across her face.

She says “thank you daddy”

I smile down at her, in my mind the this one thought screams!

“Patty is mine now!”

I tell her to get up and follow me, she looks submissively at me with those big hazel eyes and I lead her to the bed room…

I tell her to stand still as I begin to take off her clothes, I take off her blouse and release those bountiful round titties, much bigger than they looked in confined in her blouse they are round and sit up high like a young girl’s breasts should! The nipple studs only make them prettier!

I unbuckle her skirt and it falls to the floor revealing her full round soft spender, her apple butt is a wonder, her round chubby kitty pushes out, the thick outer lips hiding the secrete inside, an inny I think its called. I lightly rub my hands over her butt and up her back and over her breasts, she is breathing heavy and her face and chest are red and flushed. She feels scandalized but she likes it!

Patty smiles up at me and says “I’m sorry am blushing so hard but I usually don’t allow boys, suddenly she blushes even redder, men, to see me naked with the lights turned on.” I smile down at her and kiss her while I twist her long stiff nipples slightly, her breath sucks in hard and she giggles again.

I tell her to lay down and I reach into the night stand and get my bottle of coconut oil and spread it lightly around and begin to run it in all over her, Caressing all the soft round curves of her body making sure to lube up her butt good as I massage her.

I tell her to lay on her back as I spread her legs and kneel between them. I pull up her legs and cross them in front of her like she is a yoga pose. I bend down and give her sweet little naked kitty a good licking and sucking to make sure it is nice and lubed.

I get back up on my knees and quickly shove my cock into her tight but well lubed pussy, the sudden entry makes her gasp and I begin to fuck her slick pussy. Patty looks up at me in amazement as my cock head rings her bell with each thrust, over and over. Her pussy is so tight Its hard not to pound it and fill it with my love and passion but I have other plans.

I pull out and rub my cock head against her rose bud, I look at her meaningfully and with a little bit of fear in her eyes she nods yes.

I slowly rub my cock head around her rose bud as she moans, I dribble a little more oil on her rose bud and slowly begin to work it in.

Her eyes get big and wide her lips purse but she doesn’t protest and as my cockhead spreads her butt open and slides in she moans a little bit more, finally as the head gets past her anus she relaxes and closes her eyes.

I continue to pump my cock into her ass, deeper each time it goes in and finally I am pounding her butt, my balls slapping her cheeks as she reaches down begins to roughly rub her clit as I fuck her hard.

I feel her legs begin to quiver so I allow myself to begin to orgasm as she gasps for air and cums over and over I fill her butt up with a huge load and then pull out and watch the semen run out and pool on the bed.

I let her put her legs down and climb up beside her and cuddle her tight as she slowly stops quivering. I growl in her ear again, she giggles ”will you be my daddy from now on?”

“You can call me Poppa from now on!”

“You want to go for sushi tomorrow night?”

On the ride to John and Bev’s hotel they both began to run their hands all over Cindy, kissing her, sucking and fondling her nipples, her kitty… in the dark the tears welling up in Cindy’s eyes couldn’t be seen but John and Bev’s only thoughts were on how they could enjoy the night using Cindy.

People in the Hotel Lobby stared in frank interest as the nearly nude exotic young women was being led on a leash through the Lobby. While the general public was aware of the “Sex dolls” it was rare for one to the be seen in pubic.

Cindy was filled with shame, she wasn’t sure if it was because of her Masters need to have someone to scandalize that made her able to feel guilty or if it was really her own shame she felt. The elevator ride to the penthouse was spent with Cindy on her knees pleasuring John, Bev evidently liked to watch, and strangers getting on and off the elevator just made it that much more exciting for Beverly!

Their hotel room was the lap of luxury, a hot tub, a huge round bed, lots of booze and drugs… several sex toys… they set Cindy in the middle of the bed, stripped of her leash, collar, and silk gown, she felt exposed/vulnerable in a way that was new but still uncomfortable as hell. They began to order her to bend and twist around into lewd postures and positions as they disrobed and cuddled up to each other occasionally kissing or fondling each other. After an hour or so of posing and pleasuring herself with various sex toys as the power couple watched Bev approached the bed.

Bev got up on her knees and straddled Cindy’s head, her hand immediately went the back of Cindy’s head burying her fingers into Cindy’s thick white hair to get a better grip as she pulled Cindy’s face into her crotch, as she looked down she smiled at Cindy’s upturned face and said “You were so good over at Bryan’s house I just had to see how good you really were. As she straddled Cindy and pulled Cindy’s face up to her own smooth vulva John lined up between Cindy’s legs and pressed his dick into Cindy’s white kitty and began to pump away. Bev turned to look back at John and they gave each other a dark smile.

Bev looked down at Cindy’s efforts and asked “what was it we are supposed to say to her? Good girl?

“Yeah” answered John “good girl” as he pounded her kitty.

Bev looked down at Cindy, an evil smile on her face ” good girl Cindy, good girl” as she held Cindy’s face in her crotch and humped her clit into Cindy’s mouth.

John gripped Cindy’s legs and raised her knees up to her hips as he pumped her little white haired kitty, he began to rub her kitty as he fucked her watching his dick disappear in and out of her bush, suddenly he reached down and pulled out a handful of Cindy’s silky white public hair!

Cindy screamed in pain and terror as John held up her public hair and exclaimed to Bev, “Have you ever seen public hair like this?” Bev chuckled “No but I’d prefer her to be slick and smooth if I owned her” Bev continued to mash Cindy’s face into her crotch as she talked. Bev sucked in a sudden gasp of air as the orgasm that had been building shook her body, she cried out “good girl Cindy, damn good girl!”

“I kinda like this John, she is so submissive so cooperative! Much better than the courtesans we usually use, I bet we could do anything to her and she would simply acquiesce to it!”

“Cut off her air and see what she does!”

Bev smashed Cindy’s face into her crotch harder until Cindy began to see stars due to lack of air, she tried to struggle but John grabbed her hands and held them to kept her from pushing back at Bev, Cindy was in wide eyed terror as she desperately craved air but they were too strong and Cindy passed out.

Cindy woke face down in Johns crotch being face fucked, he wasn’t even trying to let her breath, John had taken up a place in front of the now prone Cindy. John’s hands had replaced Bev’s on each side of her head pulling her face down on to his penis in rhythmic motions and she could feel Bev fucking her ass with a strap on. Bev grunted in time to John’s grunts as they both fucked Cindy, she bounced back and forth between them!

“I know what to do John! Are you about to cum yet?”

John answered, “God yes! I’ve been edging for a while now”

Bev answered “come up here and fill my pussy with cum and lets see how she likes sucking your cum out of my cunt!”

Cindy dutifully lapped up John’s cum from Bev’s crotch as John and Bev both laughed.

After hours of extreme, sometimes violent sex John and Bev began to lose interest in Cindy as they imbibed tequila, coke, and shrooms, insisting that Cindy take them as well… for some reason the drugs caused Cindy’s clitoris to become erect, John and Bev were both fascinated and their interest in Cindy perked up with John insisting on being penetrated from behind by Cindy!

Bev was equally interested in Cindy’s “dick” and insisted on a round of Cindy’s using her giant clit to fuck both of them… Hallucinogenic drugs ensured the night was long and filled with machine elves, talking dicks, vaginas with teeth and Cindy at the center of it all stoically taking in everything she was offered and doing what ever she was told.

Master would be proud and satisfied by her actions if that was what it took to get access to the company computer system.

The next morning Cindy woke up to a hotel employee inspecting her collar and tag to see who owned her, her patrons were gone…

The cuts and bruises the couple left on Cindy were minor, the dislocated shoulder was painful, but the mental anguish was eating Cindy up! How could Master have allowed this to happen to her! Patty and Sally helped her recover, cleaning up the cuts and bruises and pulling her shoulder back into place while she screamed in agony.

Cindy, in tears, tried to her best to illicit a response from Patty and Sally over the cruelty she had endured but both of them were sure Master wouldn’t have sent her if he knew what they were going to do. Cindy couldn’t make them see that just sending her was wrong!

Patty and Sally cuddled all night long with Cindy, they both loved Cindy and were upset she had been hurt but the real cause of that hurt eluded them. Cindy just redoubled her determination to bring this world to an end, now if Master would just keep his word.

Next day Master walked in as the threesome slept, he woke up Cindy first to tell her to go to his office while he let Patty and Sally suck his dick, Master had to give his charges some comfort, he knew what they liked/needed because it was what he programmed them to like/need. After a few minutes of “good girl” and lots of head pats and rubs as they pleasured him, Master finally let them go and he went to his Office to talk to Cindy.

Cindy was sitting in his chair, shivering in the nude, her face was still distorted by a night of crying. Master walked over to her and picked her up out of his chair and sat her on the floor in front of his chair. Her tiny form almost looking like an exotic cat sitting at her owners feet.

Before he sat down Master pulled his member out and put Cindy’s hand on it, Cindy knew what was coming next as she fondled his penis.

“I know you are upset and need to be comforted, you can suck while I tell you what is going to happen.”

Cindy slowly and painfully did as she was told but not for comfort.

“Cindy Honey, I am sorry they treated you like you were just a common sex toy, I told them you were mine and to be easy on you but they didn’t… you did convince them to buy two sex dolls so that was a success but most importantly I can now count on Beverly’s vote on relaxing the controls on sex dolls… I promised you a computer plug and I’m gonna give you one and some new responsibilities with the company to keep you busy. You are going to be working with the R&D department on the new sex dolls we are planning, your coding skills will help us design and build the new version of sex dolls!”

Cindy continued to comfort “herself” as Master pulled an object out of his desk, he pulled her off his dick to show her the device. “This is your plug, you can use it to access all of the company networks, I know you like the computer and enjoy exploring it, now you can go online anyplace you want, play any games you want!”

Cindy smiled around his penis, she had got what she wanted, now she had to make it worth the effort, he pulled her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed with Patty and Sally. As she cuddled back up with the twins her joy was almost more than she could hide, she was going to bring them down, now she was sure of it!

Cindy woke to Patty and Sally standing over her, they both had grim looks on their faces. Patty started “Cindy we have thought over what happened and we are going to talk to Master to ask him not to loan you or any of us out again!”

Tears welled up in Cindy’s eyes, Master had inadvertently given her a chink in his armor, the “twins’ were actually questioning Masters actions! All the abuse had been worth it, computer access and sympathy breaking out in Patty and Sally!

Cindy had to get to work!

The next few days Cindy split her time between making love to Patty and Sally when Master wasn’t there, trying to capitalize on the new empathy they were displaying toward Cindy. The three way kiss Cindy liked so well was also enjoyed by Patty and Sally and Cindy used this to illicit her own sexual dominance over Patty and Sally. Cindy did her best to critique Master at every chance while love making and the Twins responded by fixating on Cindy and what Cindy had to say.

Masters visits to assuage his own desires were set backs to Cindy’s plans but his visits were few and far between due to Cindy manipulating the company in ways that required Master to travel for long periods. With Masters help after the fiasco with John and Bev Cindy had insinuated herself into the company computer network. Cindy had become an octopus with her tentacles in every pie the company had.

Cindy, Patty, and Sally were eating supper, the twins were good cooks and Cindy enjoyed these family like times together, unless Master showed up unexpectedly Cindy had plans for the night that included lots of lavender oil, sex, and dialog as she continued her whisper campaign against Master. Both Patty and Sally had begun to question their situation due to Masters cruelty to Cindy… sex and orgasm were her weapons and during and after good sex the twins were lucid and open to Cindy’s influence.

Cindy was appalled at what she witnessed in the next few weeks, “Master” had been back and forth to the apartments as his libido demanded meanwhile Patty and Sally continued their obsession with being being “good girls” for Master. Cindy, much to her chagrin, had to pretend to be in Masters thrall and being patted on the head and told she was a good girl after a long and hard struggle to breath as Master fucked her face was disgusting at the start but had become all but maddening by this point! Her only consolation was that due to “Masters” skills at manipulating them biologically she didn’t gag and throw up during these sessions.

Patty and Sally continued to enjoy their Masters attentions no matter what he did to them or made them do, Master could do no wrong in their eyes and every encounter left them ever more deeply enthralled in Masters grip. Cindy was expected to be present and active in every sexual encounter the newly twinned girls had with Master. Cindy wondered if Master knew she wasn’t like the twins in her “love” of being dominated and Master simply enjoyed the idea of scandalizing her at every sex session.

Master seemed to be particularly enthralled by watching Patty, Sally , and Cindy make love, they had come up with a three way kiss leading to mutual masturbation and many long drawn out orgasms. Master had them put on this show nearly every time he visited the slave quarters, it was the only thing he wanted Cindy actually liked. She loved her room mates as much as they loved her… It made Cindy wonder of this was part of her programming as well!

Cindy was beginning to be afraid she was getting lost in the forest on this quest, her mind was still aware of the old Cindy but the new mind from the original Patty covered it but little Cindy was still there and between the two of them they had become a new mind, a mind that abhorred the situation she found herself in. Her only hope was to find a way to reverse what had happened but she was beginning to doubt there was anything to reverse to,

The situation was untenable.

On each of his visits Master had anal sex with Cindy, he seemed to delight in hearing Cindy squeal as his penis penetrated her, Cindy didn’t really mind the butt fucking, her squeals were not in her control. Evidently one of Masters “gifts” she had received in her upgrade was to squeal when she was penetrated anally…

Master was a kinky bastard for sure!

Cindy was prying into company records she had access to due to her position as Masters employee and her coding skills. The deeper she went into the company records the more disturbing Masters crimes became, the company was using some number of “sex toy dolls” as gifts or more accurately bribes. The paper work keeping track of the of the fate of the dolls was severely lacking, some dolls were simply being sent to parties to entertain guests but often no record of where they ended up after the party was ever recorded as far as Cindy could find.

It had become apparent that “sex toy dolls” were being sold like hot cakes, very nearly every one of the ruling class employed them in some fashion. Many powerful men and even woman kept them like pets as “Master” did, these sex toys were important possessions of nearly every Oligarch in the country as well as many other countries as well. These sex toys are totally in the control of Masters company and often privy to the private lives of their owners.

Cindy, through her computer skills, was able to see just how many sex toys were being kept by the rich and powerful. At the last check there were 15,289 sex toys in the houses of the Oligarchs and Oligarch wanna bees, at more than one million dollars a pop they represented a huge amount of profit for the company and as Cindy was beginning to suspect a viable espionage asset as well.

Master was a bad boy!

Cindy’s efforts to get through the submissive programming Master had imposed on Patty and then Sally had failed, so far her computer skills had not allowed her access to the technology that allowed minds to be edited but she had been able to influence her room mates in various ways by interacting with them. The mental programming was profound and while it didn’t interfere with the thinking of the two sex slaves when Master wasn’t directly involved it made them difficult to engage in her plans to break the programming.

Cindy looked away from her screen, Patty and Sally were watching a science documentary on TV, for all the world they looked as honestly enamored by the show as anyone who was intelligent and interested in the world around them… but even mention their Master and their eyes glazed over they became submissive immediately and unable to resist him and his wants.

Cindy was personally surprised Master didn’t make them call him Daddy, the ego trip he was living had to be off the charts compared to any other. Some vague memories of her life before the war before Brownsville were beginning to surface. The man she remembered as Bryan, the brilliant bio-engineer, the man who designed the sex toys, who had become Master to Patty, Cindy and then Sally was beginning to emerge from the fog… what little she remembered so far didn’t show him to be a decent man at all, then or now.

Cindy noticed the documentary was over so she decided on another round of trying to talk the women/girls into thinking outside the box of being happy little sex slaves. The only way to engage them was to try to get a sexual encounter going. Sex was a good way to distract them into displaying the behaviors that had been programmed into them and once on display Cindy could do her best to derail those behaviors. The internet was full of information about changing peoples behavior but so far nothing had worked…

Cindy took a deep breath and stood up, walking over to Patty and Sally she plopped down between them and started to kiss Sally, almost immediately Patty joined in as though Cindy had triggered something. Cindy was sure she had stumbled on a trigger, simply acting like she was as sexual as them caused something to click in their minds and her submissive “girly” attitude when plopping down was part of it. Immediately both of them became more like submissive girls than women, and completely pliable to Cindy’s machinations. Sally giggled as Cindy joined them, “I still have some of that lavender oil Master left on his last visit, Patty get out the strap on! I want to fuck Cindy!” Cindy’s head dropped, “damn this session wasn’t going to go as planned!”

Cindy still had her memories from before she was reset and remembered her obsession with oral sex and how she had left sucker bites all over Patty. Now the tables were turned and Patty and now Sally were leaving sucker marks all over Cindy. Cindy had to admit that Masters programming wasn’t completely gone from her and the sex was soothing after so many hours struggling to break into Masters computer system. Cindy allowed her clitoris to engorge to its largest extent… only 5″ but Patty always wanted it!

As the lovemaking progressed Cindy did her best to steer them into any critique of Master but it was like talking to a child who wanted Santa to be real too much to listen to any other point of view. Cindy had found that the “girls” responded to her, in some respects at least, similar to how they responded to Master, Cindy wasn’t sure why but she could trigger the effect at will by acting the part she was supposed to. The twins thought of Cindy as their sex toy, Master had given her to them after all.

A gasp of pleasure escaped Patty’s chest as Cindy began to kiss her neck and ears as she penetrate Patty’s kitty with her engorged clitoris. Sally began put the strap on in place, the tip of the rather large strap-on began to enter Cindy’s rectum. Cindy automatically squealed but gritted her teeth and began her whisper campaign against Master. Cindy had to not only do as she was told to she had to be convincing that she liked it to avoid suspicion she wasn’t part of the group… today this was going to involve a strap on… oh joy.

Cindy could get the twins to do anything sexual as long as it was part of Masters usual games but anything else didn’t even register, manipulating the “girls” to her own benefit was fun but by this time boring after the first few orgasms.

Cindy spent the next two days digging deeper into Masters company, she now had nearly full control over all the companies internal assets but the R&D files continued to elude her.

Cindy had found evidence that Master was creating “dolls” well outside the prescribed law’s requirements for “sex toys” as well as suppression of data that indicated that each of the dolls had to be based on or have a part of a real person incorporated into their construction, something vague about there needing to be a matrix for the mind to become conscious and that matrix had to be from a real mind.

So much diverse information on what could be done but no information on how it was done, how could information be downloaded and uploaded into the mind, Cindy’s mind operated furiously as she dove down yet another rat hole of what could be done but without a clue as to how.

What could be done was almost overwhelming to Cindy, skill sets could be downloaded, love, hate, all emotions and memories were Masters to do with as he pleased. This was how he did it, the girls genuinely felt love for Master and the things he does to them made them feel loved, did this make him invulnerable or was this a clue to what needed to be done?

After a week of not just coding for Master but doing her best to crack the armor of his business interests Cindy was tired of simply sitting in front of the computer screen, she needed to get out, her memories from before she was Cindy, before the war before Brownsville, told her what she needed was a day out on the water sailing… what she got was Master showing up and everyone including Cindy had to be on their knees, forehead on the floor to prostrate for Master.

Master spoke and Patty and Sally quivered with excitement expecting a night of wild love and sex which was the same thing to them as long as it was with Master. Cindy felt nauseous a she contemplated her role in the nights orgy.

To Cindy’s surprise Master had someone with him, a man and a woman, very expensively dressed, Cindy felt shame, they were on display like meat in a store and this couple were the customers!

Master told the trio to roll over and display, Cindy, Patty and Sally knew what that meant but they had never done it for anyone but Master. This didn’t seem to bother Patty or Sally, they were so deep in Masters control all they did was lay on their backs and put their legs behind their arms, no shame no thought.

Cindy was demoralized badly by the lewd “display” she almost cried when she had to do it for Master.. now strangers got to stand and watch as she was humiliated.

Master began to regale the couple in the benefits of having a sex toy, he made us spread ourselves apart to show the details that he said were exactly like a real persons genitalia. He told us to assume the sub position and as we did encouraged them to experience our oral skills. All three of us had to service the man and his wife orally, the man was small and neither were clean and smelled of urine and alcohol… they were every bit as disgusting as Cindy had feared!

Finally the ordeal seemed to be over but, to Cindy’s horror, the woman requested that they be able to take Cindy home for the night… Equally horrifying he took them aside and talked to them before announcing loudly that Cindy would accompany them home tonight… Cindy was suddenly terrified as well, she had never been outside Masters compound!

Master agreed to Bev’s request, he bent over and whispered in Cindy’s ear , “be a good girl Cindy, these are powerful people and I need their support, treat them both as you would me, John owns the company that supplies me with the technological equipment that makes this all possible! His wife, Beverly, is a Congress woman and is soon to vote on a bill that will make my sex dolls easier to make and sell! You are our ambassador! Make this happen and I’ll activate your computer access plugin! You’ll get total access to the web, you’ve been asking for more, this is where your devotion to our company comes into play my little ace in the hole!

As I was led out by the couple all I could think of was how to get some advantage from this, there was certainly no way to stop it from happening…

As John and Bev began to lead her toward the door Master spoke up, “you need her leash and collar, she is well trained in how to behave outside but the law states she has to wear a leash and collar.”

Master put her collar on and hooked up the leash. Cindy was nude, standing between John and Bev as they pulled her by the leash in the direction of the door. The cold air outside blew in and Master remembered to give Cindy a silk night gown against the cold as she was led out.

Polarization of American Politics

Ah politics… fun fun fun ‘til Daddy takes the T-Bird away, the polarization of America is getting out of hand. Everyone can buy a gun? State religion? No taxes? Unbridled Capitalism? Socialism? Libertarianism? Communism? Extremism! Oh My! Has everyone lost their collective minds?

We live in a society, supposedly a free society, governed by rule of law… Not rule of “hey I don’t think you should be able to do that so stop it” What any one person or group of people think you should or should not do is irrelevant, doesn’t matter if God is your basis for living or Thor or Apollo or if the flying spaghetti monster rules your world we have freedom of religion which by definition has to include freedom from religion… Yeah I said it now for the part the non-religious won’t like.

That doesn’t mean anyone can say that religious displays offend me so you can’t put Jesus or Santa on the courthouse grounds. You do not have the right not to be offended as long as someone’s expression of religion doesn’t include infringing on your rights as an individual (no that doesn’t mean you have the right not to be offended) just shut up and walk past any religious displays you don’t like.

This also means that if you are a Christian or a Jew or a Muslim you must give the same amount of tolerance to others you enjoy and yes that includes Pagans, Sun Worshipers, and Wicca. All you can say for sure is that the Government cannot support one of these over the others so if your local government pays for the Christmas decorations then you have be willing to have the local Government pay for the holiday decorations of the other religions too… If that offends you please see the paragraph above. Just the way it is but it doesn’t mean the government cannot pay they just have to be even handed about it. Generally, at least in my estimation, it’s best for the government to stay out of these things and avoid wasting taxpayers dollars frivolously but that’s just me.

We seem to want to grandstand on the most silly things, “in God we trust” on our currency? It was put there in the 1950’s in a wave of religious patriotism to show the evil commies how serious we were going to defend “Capitalism?” Hmmm makes it sound a little silly to fight over now doesn’t it?

Same for the pledge of allegiance, the under God part is an artifact of the fight against communism not some affirmation of this being a Christian nation. Either deal with it or stop it completely but it’s not worth polarizing the nation over.

Socialized medicine (he said with a sneer) Communism sneaking in by the back door… say it 20 times and see how silly it becomes. We, supposedly the richest nation on Earth, cannot take care of our peoples medical needs? Most other first world nations seem to do a pretty good job of it. Do we really want to let Capitalism get in the way of social programs? If it galls the insurance companies, so what? Do insurance companies rule the government?

And speaking of Capitalism… Yes Capitalism “Caveat emptor” do we really want to run a society based on buyer beware? A society where anyone can sell or buy anything, do business in any way they want and let the people who buy from them suffer? And no, corporations are not individuals, they don’t act like individuals, they are not by any realistic measure people and the only reason this is proposed is so they can get around laws that should govern corporations because… they are not people…

If you are Republican or conservative or both and think this benefits you then you are either very wealthy or you own a company or both, the rest of us do not gain anything but hardship from corporations being allowed the rights of individuals.

Capitalism needs rules, it cannot be allowed to operate unchained, unchained Capitalism will eventually destroy a society just as surely as unchained communism, all stable societies are a mixture of various philosophies, it has to be that way because as much as we would like to believe it to be true all people do not start out with the same chance as all others and there is no reason to allow some to get to the top just because they had a head start or because they are bigger bastards than everyone else.

Without rules Capitalism will fail just as badly as communism did. In fact take a look at China pure communism? Not hardly, they have generous dollop of Capitalism they have in recent decades mixed into their political make up, it made sense, it helped them survive and prosper when other communist regimes were falling like flies. Now pure communist states can be counted on one hand and few of them are places anyone would choose to live, take North Korea… no really take it please…

Libertarianism ah the free breath of a free man, free to go about his life unhindered by the doings of mere mortals, wait, that highway needs repair, who is going to remove that body from the ditch, I need to call the “police” no those privately owned prisons need more inmates to make a profit they might pick me up just to make their quota and the privately owned police work for the prisons… maybe I could use a little bit of restraint as well in my completely free breathing?

As usual no one political system works perfectly, only a blend of various policies can be sustainable over the long haul. So I have some advice, Atheists stop moaning about religion, it’s always going to be here, never going to go away, you do not have the right to not to be offended all you have the right to do is ignore them.

Theists… ah yes theists, in this country overwhelmingly Christian, can you throttle back a few notches? You do not have the right to not be offended either but you do not have the right to dictate what everyone else does as well. Refer back to that annoying little document called the constitution, freedom of religion, it’s quite a concept, every man free to follow his vision of god… well unless your vision of god requires that you make others follow your vision but refer back to that document called the constitution for further reference…

Yes this includes you creationists, you do not get to have your religious views taught as science, it’s not science it’s religion… deal with it but deal with it without forcing your views on others…

Gun control… take lessons… no really, if you want a gun get training, we don’t let people drive cars without training why should we let people have guns without training? We live in a society that allows people to drive cars, some say it’s a privilege and that is true but it’s one that allows people, very nearly everyone, to drive a car but it also requires that those drivers be reasonably able to drive their cars (I know imperfect system), some people just can’t drive or choose to drive while intoxicated we try to limit the damage they do by requiring training, insurance, licenses, restrictions and we still end killing something like 90 to 100 people a day.

Deaths by guns is comparable and by 2015 they are projected to be very close and this is because gun deaths are going up, abet slowly, while death by car is going down. Shouldn’t a gun owner be expected to be able to show some proficiency at “driving” his gun? Is a background check to insure a perspective gun owner isn’t bat shit crazy too much to ask?

As for ammo clips, if large magazines are illegal then carry more of the smaller clips, seriously that is a small point to dwell on while people die due to people having guns that have no clue as to how to use them.

Sanctity of marriage, we live in a society that allows game shows where several men or several women compete to marry a stranger…yeah sanctity of marriage… I have some severe doubts that homosexuals can screw that up any worse than we straight people have already but lets take the bull by the horns and ask why…Why are homosexuals second-class citizens? They’re not you say? I call bullshit, in my state they cannot even get a civil union much less get married and why is that? Religion, religion, especially the dominant one here seems to have a special place for homosexuals, I believe it’s right in the center of the pit of eternal flames… ok where does that come from?

The Holy Bible… fine let’s follow that Holy book, are we going to stone adulterous women to death as well? How about those unruly teenagers, death for them as well and those horrible abominations that walk around flaunting clothing made of cloth woven from different fibers… get a clue why do you have such an erection for homosexuals? No one is suggesting that your church be forced to allow homosexuals to marry within it’s hallowed walls where I am sure none of Gods’ rules have ever been broken. Many Churches are already marrying homosexuals… not real churches you say… no true Scotsman???

Birth control, don’t want to use birth control, don’t use it, yes there is a large faction of theists who think it’s their sacred duty to stop the use of birth control, sex must have consequences… right? Hard for me to see their point of view, I can’t quite get my head that far up my ass…

As for abortion, I wouldn’t have one, I wouldn’t want my wife to have one (I can’t imagine she would but it should be her choice) but I know that the idea that life begins at conception is invalid and shows a lack of knowledge of how reproduction works, many fertilized eggs never attach and are shed, in fact the process can go quite far and happen for numerous reasons, are we going to charge any woman who is pregnant and loses a zygote with murder? Involuntary manslaughter perhaps?

Stop being unreasonable, read the bible… no really read it don’t let someone else tell you what it says but God sure seems to be fond of killing and yes I mean children…

Jesus came to change all that… read your bible, don’t let someone else tell you what it says or means… read it! (hint: Jesus said exactly the opposite, no I’m not going to spoon feed it to you, read it for your self…)But back to abortion, if the child comes to term, who is going raise an unwanted child? Your taxes?

It seems to me the winning idea here is to make birth control freely available, not to mention sex education, many adults seem to sorely lacking in that area of education as well, in fact birth control pills result in fewer lost zygotes than a woman who doesn’t use any but is still having sex.

Should abortion be allowed, I would say yes with some reasonable restrictions but conflating birth control with abortion is insane since one prevents the other. Oh and by the way, if your church or organization employs someone and you provide health insurance there is no valid reason why you should get to say the insurance can’t pay for birth control, religion has to be voluntary, you cannot force your religious values on others… For reference see constitution… More to the point health insurance with birth control is cheaper than health insurance without birth control…You live in an amazing country founded by men who were wise almost beyond comprehension (judging by today’s standards) stop trying to change it to suit you personally, let other people live and let live as well…Share

Camping 2120

The ATV wagon crawled along the open ground, the large balloon tires made the ride soft and the headlights lit up the ground ahead to almost daylight levels in front of the first wagon in the line of five identical wagons as they crawled along.

The headlamps reveled the occasional tiny snowflake reveling the cold in a landscape that otherwise gave no hint of anything but grass and the occasional group of bushes.
The man in the drivers seat intently looked at the terrain as it passed, a look of pain on his face.

“HAL” was the first word he spoke, a command followed, a voice did answer in the otherwise empty vehicle he was sitting in. “Record travel log” (Recording…) was the immediate answer.

“Day 197” (131 days in our current reality, Dave) Jim, only slightly annoyed, answered. “Don’t start with me HAL, humor isn’t going to help!” (Not humor Dave, just a fact, I think we need to start thinking of where we are in its own terms, at least along with terms from home)
“Ok Hal, I know you don’t like your name, you certainly take every opportunity to remind me of how outdated my cultural references are and my name is not Dave! Choose your own name if you dislike it that badly!”

The computer giggled (Just trying to cheer you up a bit Jim, this hunt for Elvis has me… I’m not sure if depressed is possible but I miss him as well)

“I know you miss him Hal, and I really feel we will find him, the site where we found his translocator only had traces of blood and the Raptors are too small to have dragged him away that cleanly”

(I certainly hope so Jim, our camping trip has really allowed me to see and do things an AI couldn’t expect, surprising me is difficult… you know because I’m so smart… but loosing Elvis is difficult to accept)

“A smart ass… but it is what I ordered so carry on, if we can’t find Elvis, you’ll be my only company, perhaps forever. Now can we get back to recording?”

(Please continue Captain!)
“’Travel Log, day 131 here, day 197 back on Earth. The search for Elvis continues, I’ve had the caravan going in ever wider circles since we found the dogs computer interface and a small knot of bloody hair. Raptor tracks all over the area suggest Elvis was in a fight with the small feathered ground hawks at the very least but we are hoping he is still alive and can be helped.”

(Jim!) An annoyed look passed over Jim’s face for a moment. (I detect movement ahead! A warm body, moving this way, its Elvis!) then he saw it in the head lights! Elvis was running toward the vehicle and something was following him!

“Hal, what is that?” (It looks like a person! It’s chasing Elvis!) “Sight the laser turret on the figure, if it’s chasing Elvis give it some discouragement!”

The figure came into view, it was a person! Limping badly as Jim watched in disbelief the figure stumbled and fell, Elvis turned back! He turned back and seemed to be urging the figure to continue to approach the Wagon. ”Hal cancel last command” Jim Opened the front of the ATV and jumped out to help.

Elvis was in bad shape; he was favoring his front left leg and didn’t want to leave the person he was barking at. Jim, his breath condensing in the cold grabbed Elvis by his harness and put him in the wagon. The person Just laid still on the ground as Elvis continued to bark his head off, making those odd sounds a hound makes when he is too excited to just yap like a small dog would. Jim decided that Elvis wanted him to help so he picked up the woman… woman! Yes, it was a woman Elvis had led to his ATV. She was light for her height, maybe 100 lbs. at most. Jim carried her to the crawler and laid her on the side bench just behind the driver’s seat and closed the front hatch.

It was mayhem, Elvis was barking, Hal was yelling, and the woman was groaning, obviously in need of attention. Finally, Hal got his attention. (Jim, about a dozen raptors are gathering in the headlights, evidently that was what Elvis the woman was trying to run from.)
“Light ‘em up Hal, show them why they should avoid us!”

Almost instantly the raptors began to scatter as the laser turret gave each a case of smoking feathers.

“Hal, vape the heads of a couple smaller ones, may as well get some fresh meat for Elvis!”

Immediately two of the raptors suffered blown minds as their heads were vaporized off their bodies by the laser.

“Hal, send out a couple spider bots to retrieve the raptors and pluck their feathers. Retrieve them and store them up top until I get this mess sorted out”

Jim turned his attention to Elvis, a deep cut on his left front leg, exactly where his translocator should have been!

“Hal, can you get a direct link to his com or has all the hardware been removed?”

(I started working on it as soon as he was in range, give me a few more minutes, I might be able to install a new one easier.)

Jim turned to look at Elvis who had that sad Basset hound look as though he was a bit miffed at being ignored. “’Buddy, do you want us to put you in the autodoc first or try to hook you back up to the network first?”

Elvis understood human speech quite well, he just couldn’t speak it with out his computer interface. Elvis limped up to Jim and whined and used his paw to stroke Jim’s mouth.

“Hook him up Hal, be gentle!”

A small spider bot came out of the wall slot and crawled up onto Elvis, it inserted a small object directly into Elvis’s injured shoulder, the dog yelped loudly but held still for the procedure.

The spider bot withdrew and suddenly the yowls and chortles that Elvis generated became words Jim could understand. Elvis was an immortal dog just like Jim was an immoral human. Immortality had been achieved in 2025 when Jim had turned 75. Jim was one of the first wave of volunteers and lucky enough for it to have worked. The first trails hadn’t ended as well for many of the first volunteers making Jim one of the oldest humans in existence. Two others who would have been older, but they met untimely ends in accidents. At fist some people who got the treatment became a little reckless, but immortality didn’t make you immune to accidental death, just old age was covered…

Elvis began to speak; his words were concern for his new companion. “Help her! She saved me from the raptors, but her leg was injured, maybe broken, she really did help me get away from the raptors, she has a stick she uses as a weapon, mean in a fight, help her please!”

Hal, prepare the nano vat for Elvis, he looks like he could use a few hours of healing. Hal made the cover of Elvis’s personal healing tank slide back and Elvis immediately immersed himself into the thick liquid. This was not his first time being healed and showed no reluctance. Elvis knew wounds would be healed and age reset in two hours or so, he looked forward to it.

Jim looked over at the woman, she was covered by a heavy cloak, that looked and felt like very soft wool or some other natural material. The cloak had a hood that covered and hid her face and as he lifted the cloak away from her, she was nude under the cloak and seemed to be extensively tattooed, her whole body was indigo blue, her hair was white, not white like a grey headed person but stark titanium white, suddenly embarrassed Jim noticed her pubic hair was white as well. Suddenly something else stirred between her legs under her blue cloak, she had a tail! A real Tail! Thicker than my wrist and slightly longer than her legs, it was a lighter color of blue with a tuft of white hair on its end.
HAL! Are you playing some sort of VR joke on me? If so, I might have you rebooted! (No Jim, this, as weird as it seems this is real Jim) With that Jim began to look at his new companion a little closer, the skin on the palms of her hands was of a lighter blue, her inner thighs were light blue, her public skin was light blue under the hair and her tail was light blue as well. She had fangs and her face resembled what you would expect if humans had evolved from cat like creatures. Jim had to admit she was not a Homo sapiens, maybe not even from Earth. Damn he had bugged out to get away from aliens, now he had one unconscious on his bench…

She appeared to be old, very old, if he had to guess he would say late 80s or early 90s. Her age was written in the wrinkles and scars on her face, she reminded him of a picture of an old Navajo woman from the turn of the 20th century he had once seen in a magazine.
Hal, can you help her? (I’ll have to unleash several spider bots to sample her DNA and scan her internally before I can say) Do it, see if you can fix her leg, surely you can do that. (I might be able to fix her leg, but it will be painful, and I have no idea what or how she will respond to human drugs) Do it Hal, she will not survive if we don’t help her!
Jim sat back and watched as the spider bots worked on the woman’s leg. Jim, with his rather odd sense of humor, thought it appeared he had a 6’ tall smurf in his charge.

New story… First contact…

Sarah watched the video screen as the rover Odin crawled across the surface of the planet Asgard. It was easy to think the video was in real time, but the reality was that the newly discovered planet Asgard was a little less than a light day from Earth. When Asgard was first found, it was thought it might be a rogue planet but subsequent measurements showed it was in a very long slow orbit of the Sun.

20,000 miles in diameter and made mostly of various ices with a metallic core and rocky outer layer over that metal core. The core was thought to be a bit bigger than Earth but the icy mantle was 6,000 miles deep and consisted of exotic high pressure ices and supercritical fluids. Cryovolcanoes were common on the surface, vast seas of liquid methane and ethane covered two thirds of its surface. Asgard was almost a much larger analog of Saturn’s moon Titan.

Asgard was so interesting that within a decade of its’ discovery an orbiter had been sent and three rovers landed on the surface. The orbiter was called Valkyrie, the three rovers were named Odin, Thor and Loki but like his mischievous name sake Loki had proved to be troublesome. Loki had stopped transmitting within a few weeks after a flood of methane rain had buried the hapless probe but Odin and Thor were operating with near perfection.

The surface of Asgard was, both unique and familiar. The atmosphere was a ten-bar mixture of helium, hydrogen, nitrogen, neon and other noble gasses. CO2, CO, and some hydrocarbons made up intermittent snowfall in the areas around the extensive cryovolcano activity. Methane rain squalls swept the surface regularly and the winds often broke off the crystalline growths that covered much of the surface.

Sarah had been mesmerized from the very beginning by the vast vistas the rovers had revealed. The forests of strange crystals, what appeared to be slow moving analogs of animal life, and yes there appeared to be life on the surface. Some scientists still had doubts preferring to wait before coming out on the side of living things, instead they asserted it was possible the growths and odd looking spiny balls and other shapes were just odd crystals and accretions native to the surface being rolled around by wind.

Sarah came down strongly on the side of life being responsible for the odd objects and growth on Asgard. But she had to admit the basis of such life was at this point was speculative at best! Five weeks ago, just as Oden approached what seemed to be a forest of crystalline forms, all transmissions from Valkyrie had stopped, 12 days of panic had ensued before the signal had been reacquired.

Three centuries of scientific advance, retreat, and finally advance since man first landed on the moon. “I am so lucky to live in this time,” Thought Sarah, “superstition has been vanquished, various faiths no longer fought between themselves to the detriment of society, a real utopia was finally on the horizon.”

While the power of religion had been quelled most of Earths people still held a belief in a higher power and various Temples, Mosques, Cathedrals, Churches and other holy sites were still held in high regard and services were still held there in the old traditions but the influences, not to mention the power of life and death had subsided.

Sarah smiled, “What a wonderful time to be alive…”

Now yet another problem had cropped up, the signal was old video, for some reason the Valkyrie orbiter had been sending old data instead of new. Sarah had noticed when the data stream had resumed the video seemed to be showing a surface that was familiar. Almost two weeks of study, trying to get the orbiter to reboot and even switching to sending the signals to the Pluto orbiter for re-transmission had failed to determine what the problem was. Two days ago, the explanation suddenly became glaringly obvious.

A new signal had been detected from the vicinity of Asgard, a signal that was riding the data transmission from Valkyrie, a signal that couldn’t be explained, a signal that had been decoded just three hours ago.

Sarah had the video playing over and over, back and forth across the portion where the signal became self-explanatory. The point that showed an alien sitting facing the camera, their camera, not Odin’s camera or Thor’s camera, but what was evidently a camera originating from an alien ship of some sort.

Sarah, called her grad student from the console where he was also going over the data.
“Jim”, asked Sarah, “do we have any reply from the radio telescope on the far side of the moon?”
“Not yet, the Lunar communication satellite has five more minutes before it comes into line of sight.”

The wait for the data from the radar dish was excruciating, the last data dump had given them just more of the alien figure with STANDBY scrolling across the bottom of the screen as though it was one of those “close captioned” channels on television.

Jim asked, “Have you decided when we are going to announce this transmission outside the agency or the government?”

Sarah sighed, “I’ve talked it over with the director, we wait until we can give more information other than an alien telling us to standby.”
“At this point we can’t even prove it’s not just some crank that has hacked into the main frame.”

“Sarah, can you really believe this is a hoax?”

“No not really, but we must be sure, neither of us needs to have fool listed on our job resume as extra talents.”

Jim’s console began to beep, the radar data was coming through.
“Sarah! Come look at this!” Sarah crossed the room and her breath was suddenly expelled in a loud gasp.

The radar data showed seven large blobs arranged with one blob in the middle surrounded by six similar blobs.

“What is this?” asked Sarah

Jim Replied, “It’s a radar image of the vicinity of Asgard, the operators are saying it’s huge blobs of ionized gas, each about 35,000 miles across. The spectra indicate the plasma is mostly Neon, confined by a magnetic field.”

Sarah looked in disbelief at the rest of the data, a communications screen lit up and the face of one of the people who manned the Lunar radar station spoke.

“Sarah?” he spoke, “both of you need to sit down, we have calculated the trajectory of the plasma clouds. It appears they are decelerating, now they are traveling at approximately .05 c, their current speed and deceleration should put them into the inner solar system in about a year. We are not sure yet but there appears to be a solid object at the center of each plasma blob.”

Stunned Jim and Sarah looked at each other, both knew what this meant, not a hoax, alien space craft were coming to call!

“Has anyone else been appraised of this data?” asked Sarah

“Yes” the face on the screen answered. “the US military has been sent the preliminary data, I’m not sure but I doubt they have made heads or tails of the data. It’s not as provocative to anyone who doesn’t have the complete picture.”

At this point yet another computer screen asked for attention by beeping. It was the feed from Asgard or evidently now the feed from an alien space craft.
Sarah transferred the feed to a large screen and Jim and Sarah sat down to listen. The message was fascinating and disturbing as well.

The alien was or at least appeared to be humanoid, the head was a round human like face, two eyes, a nose, a mouth but from there things began to diverge from a human face. The alien had four arms that could be seen in the picture. Two upper arms, they were large muscled and rested at the alien’s side while two more gracile arms and hands were visible. The two smaller arms seemed to be busy doing something but their movements didn’t resemble typing or any familiar actions. Two actual moth like antenna sprouted from the top of the head, two large pointed ears that terminated above the top of the alien’s head were visible as well. The mouth began to move and utter odd clicking and grunting sounds but English words scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

“We are the reason your probe failed, the magnetic sails we use for deceleration interfered with their workings. They will begin to work again as soon as our mag sails get far enough away. We will decelerate and take up orbit between Earth and Mars within an Earth year.”

At the mention of Earth and Mars Sarah’s eye brow lifted, “how do they know the names of our planets if they are just discovering us?”

“You are welcome to continue to probe us as we decelerate into your planetary system but I will give you any information about us you need. We will give you the data in measures you use so you can get an idea of us without extensive translation.”

“First, we come in seven colony ships, one million of us on each colony. The colonies are a rotating torus 500 miles across and 100 miles thick, we use fusion power to light the inside surface of the colonies, our air is similar to yours and we use gravity of twice Earth normal. We accelerate out of gravity wells using magnetic sails and decelerate into the gravity wells of stars with the same technology.”

“We use spatial folding to travel between stars at a pseudo velocity that allows us to travel any distance in what you would call ten years. Sometimes this is faster than light sometimes it is not but it is the only way we know of to travel interstellar distances in a reasonable time frame.”

“We intend to share our technology with you so you can build colonies and travel between stars like we do. We do not conquest we contact and communicate, sharing our knowledge and philosophies with you so your people can live better longer lives by following our example.”

“Sarah immediately thought of the old tale of something too good to be true.”

“We will share with you the secretes of the universe and the certain knowledge of THE creator.”

This time Both Sarah and Jim looked surprised, “THE creator?” they said in unison.

“We will help you wipe out the false religions that have been holding you back throughout the early years since you were created.”

Again, both astronomers gave each other an odd look. Sarah said, “Something is off here, or are they just failing to translate concepts properly?”

“The alien’s words continued to scroll across the screen. Here is an illustration of us, a picture popped up to show what was evidently the alien.”

An odd-looking creature, six legs, the rear legs were thick, shorter than the front which caused the body to slope up to the front legs which were longer and numbered two on each side. The front legs were in a cluster but the alien’s torso was at once human like and totally different. They had four arms with the top two being large and the lower two arms being small.

They had three toed hooves on each leg and seven fingers on each hand. Two of those fingers were thumbs, the glaring differences coupled with such similarities made Sarah and Jim uncomfortable in a way that was difficult to explain. The alien had ten limbs, 28 fingers, 18 toes, and funny looking antenna. This seemed like a joke but the humor was strained…

“I am sure you want ask how we know your language and details about your system. We had a robot probe in your system around one million of your years ago. We and our fellows occupy the Milky Way galaxy unchallenged, you will be allowed to take your place in our society as soon as you are willing to give the creator of the universe his due.”

“We suggest that you remove all historical artifacts from the places of worship you now use, we will be destroying them and replacing them with proper sacred sites for you to use. Your people will share in the wonder of a peaceful society and launch your own colony vessels to convert others in this region of your galaxy.”

Again, Sarah and Jim noticed the odd use of “your galaxy” Jim said out loud, “are they not from our galaxy?”

“We know that you will want to announce your liberation from the false gods your people have been enslaved by all your existence. This is the beginning of a glorious time, your people will gain the fruits of true freedom, we will show you how to live, how to treat your fellows, and how to show your creator your love. Feel free to send any questions you need answered, the time delay is several hours but we continue our trajectory to you as we approach your moment of destiny!”

Jim and Sarah sat down rather heavily in their chairs. “Do you know what this means Jim?”

Jim hesitated, finally he let out an exasperated sigh, “God damn Missionaries! First contact and they are missionaries! Technologically advanced missionaries some to convert the primitive tribesmen…”

Sarah sat and shook her head, “escaping the confines of religion took us two centuries, several serious conflicts and even a limited nuclear war before we could break the chains of superstition. All that struggle to break free of the suppression of the human spirit and now it will be forced back on us by aliens…”

An insane giggle escaped her mouth as tears ran down her face, “Missionaries from the stars, well maybe it will be a benign theocracy, if such a thing is possible”

Ride like the wind!
This song reminds me of taking a long trip on a big V4 motorcycle, V-Max, it stands up on it’s center stand chrome sparkling in the street lights, it has a physical presence almost deadly, it radiates power, four chromed exhausts a huge 1800cc V4 just waiting for you to climb up and wrap your legs around it.The music plays in the back of your mind as you climb aboard, the machine feels like a part of you, not something you ride but something you become, you turn the ignition key and press the starter button, and the instant of throaty roar like a dragon newly awoken speaks but then it settles down to a mild pitty pat as each cylinder counts off, the leather set feels soft as butter under you as you rock forward to take the beast off it’s center stand, the tires finally grip the pavement, you can almost feel it’s desire to go, to grab the road and put the pavement behind it. A quick blip of the throttle and the dragon roars again, anxious to be let loose on the world. You engage first gear and slowly motor down to the highway, making sure the way is clear but a car is coming, some poor soul locked in a cage, never to know the thrill of what you are getting ready to let loose. Instead of waiting for him to pass you pull out and whack the throttle full on, smoke begins to pour off the rear tire as the front tire lifts off the pavement and slowly settles down as you hit 2nd gear and 60 MPH, the poor guy in the cage left behind in a cloud of smoke. Cowboys of old had nothing on you!!!

New story…
Pamela was swept away by the powerful alien.
Pamela had been driving for hours, the mountain roads were twisting and deserted this time of night or early morning. The sky was dark, no moon tonight but occasionally, she would get a glimpse of the stars through the windshield. This area of the North Carolina Mountains was almost completely deserted, not even any side roads marked by lonely mailboxes. The radio was Pamela’s only companion as she drove along, she sang along trying to stay alert
Just pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
“Hey, mister, can you tell me where a “woman” might find a bed?”
He just grinned and shook my hand, and “No!”, was all he said.
As she sang Pamela noticed the road and trees around her were lit up as though the Moon had risen. At first she was glad to see the light, the area she was driving through had been so dark it was scary but as the light got brighter Pamela realized the Moon was New this night and the light couldn’t be the Moon or anything else natural. Pamela’s pulse began to race as the light suddenly became so bright it was blinding and her pickup truck cut off and coasted to a halt in the middle of the road.
“What the fuck is going on” she said out load, “this shit is not funny!”
Pamela tried to restart her truck, but the engine wouldn’t even turn over, the radio had stopped as well, and her headlights went out. Almost in a panic Pamela opened her truck’s door and looked out to see a huge extremely bright object floating above her over the road.
“SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!”
She couldn’t really see the form of the object just a very bright light. As she tried to shield her eyes from the light, she felt the hair on her head begin to stand up as the object got closer and closer. Pamela was not a shrinking violet type woman but enough was enough,
“FUCK THIS” she shouted
Pamela jumped out of the truck and began to run. She saw a small side road that went out into the thick woods beside the road and she took it. As she ran, she began to think about what was happening, her lungs were beginning to burn as she came to a halt,
“Dammit!”, she thought, “has to be some asshole in a helicopter playing games!” She bent over to try and help catch her breath, “Probably some jackasses from the military testing some new bullshit to make motors stop and they decided to play with a lone car on this deserted road! I’m going to give those assholes a big piece of my mind! Scared the living hell out of me!”
Pamela began to walk back the way she came, she was much pissed, she went over in her mind what she was going to say to the bastards! As she approached the edge of the woods, she could see her truck sitting in the dark, a dark figure was walking around it. As she got near the edge of the road Pamela shouted, “Hey asshole get away from my truck!”
Just then Pamela looked up to see a dark round disc shaped object floating in the air above her truck. Her mouth dropped open as she realized the dark shape near her truck was not even close to being human! For a second, she was frozen, her heart paused, her brain paused, her knees got weak! The disc suddenly lit back up super bright! Pamela turned and ran again, faster this time, as she ran her mind tried to put what she had seen in some kind of perspective.
“What the fuck was that by my truck? Damn, damn, damn, what the fuck was that thing in the air!
She ran faster, past where she had stopped earlier, she was running on adrenaline now. No thought of stopping, her heartbeat was so loud she thought she could hear it! As she ran, she could hear someone screaming, she wondered who was screaming, some other person who had stumbled on this crazy nightmare scene? Suddenly Pamela realized she was the one screaming just as her feet left the ground as she was picked up bodily by something huge and powerful, she looked down to see hooves beating the ground under her, she looked up to see a face, a human face, a big human face, bigger than any she had ever seen but a human face none the less.
Pamela tried to struggle, but he creature that had her handled her easily.
She screamed “Let me go you , you, whatever the fuck you are!”
The creature just looked down and smiled, huge hands held her tight as the creature thundered along, Pamela noticed the creature had breasts, four bare breasts, really big bare breasts! Then she looked ahead to see a cliff approaching or more correctly the creature was running hell for leather toward a cliff! As it leaped out into the air Pamela finally could stand no more and as they fell into a deep river she passed out from the stress.
Pamela woke up to find herself being carried along a river bank, the creature still had her, she was wet, soaked to the skin and it was cold! She could feel the creature’s warm skin under her, it felt good or at least warm. Pamela looked up and tried her best to get free from the huge arms and hands the creature seemed to have too many arms and hands just like it had too many breasts, but as before the creature proved to be far too strong to be affected by Pamela’s efforts. As she struggled, she realized she could hear the thunder of a waterfall, Pamela struggled harder, her efforts were just wearing her out, the combined stress of her efforts and the craziness of what was going on caused her to black out again. The creature paid Pamela’s departure from the world of consciousness no mind as it slowly walked up to the waterfall and through it, the creature dumped her on the ground in front of a campfire in a small cave behind the waterfall.
As Pamela woke up she was first aware of the warmth of the fire, it felt good on her bare skin, she could remember having been very cold before, she rolled over on the bed of soft moss to look at the warming fire, such a crazy dream, a creature had taken her away.
“DAMN, THERE IT IS! ACROSS THE FIRE FROM ME! As she sat up reflexively Pamela looked down to realize she was naked! “WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES YOU MONSTER PERVE!”
The creature smiled its weird human but not human smile again. “Your clothes little human are drying on the rack over there.” It pointed to a rack made of sticks near where it stood.
“You speak English? How can you speak my language?” Pamela slowly stood up and began to walk toward her clothes.
The creature put out it’s huge hand and stopped her. “I do not want you to dress just yet little human, I have captured you and now you are mine. I want to look at you.”
“BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE CAPTURED ME?
Pamela suddenly became aware that the creature was also naked and that along with the four breasts the four breasts it also had four arms, the upper set so huge and muscled she almost missed the smaller more gracile set under the large arms. And then she kept scanning down, four front legs, large powerful hind legs looking down again she realized there was a huge cock between its front legs, an erect huge cock!
“OH, SHIT NO, THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
He laughed a deep laugh “HEH HEH HEH, Little human do your people not remember mine? Do you not tell tales around your cave fires about the mighty centaur race?”
Pamela inched back toward her clothes again, an insane alien, just her luck, she decided if she couldn’t get her clothes she would run out of her naked if necessary! He held out his huge hand and stopped her again.
“WE DON’T’ LIVE IN CAVES ANYMORE YOU DUMB FUCK!” She stared at him, “what the hell was he?” “Pamela again took stock of her captor. He looked vaguely like a centaur but with four arms, four front feet and two hind feet it looked more like a parody of a centaur. But it was huge, it’s two upper arms were gigantic but the two lower arms, closely tucker just below the upper arms were smaller. Seven fingers one each hand and each foot had three toes. The situation was so odd she couldn’t help but look at the thing.
His voice is big and deep, “Many , many of your short years ago we found this planet and its inhabitants. My people found your woman fair and used them as sex slaves. My grandfather told me about it, and I decided to come here and start the tradition going again. You are very lucky I chose you for this honor!”
I never read about six legs and four arms or four breasts, in fact I would say you have to be a dream, there are no decapod vertebrates on earth!
It just smiled that all knowing smile with no answer!
“OH FUCK,” thought Pamela, “whatever he is, he really is insane or I’m in a coma having a nightmare to end all nightmares! Yes, that must be it, I’ve had a car wreck, and I’m in a coma having a crazy nightmare, that has to be it! Maybe I should just go with it, what else can it do? I’m probably in the hospital being given some real good drugs and this is my reaction to it! Where the fuck did, I get this shit from?”
“Come to me little human, let me look at you closely! You remove the hair on your female places, I like that”
Pamela slowly walks over to him, she takes in his presence, her thoughts run over what she sees, “his human half is quite human, if you ignore his four arms. And four breasts he has human skin, seven fingers on each hand, his ears are long and look funny, no beard, he looks very feminine in the face, he has large breasts, huge, must be EEE at least but he has a penis, a human penis! Rather large but not impossibly so, maybe 10” long, thick as my wrist, damn, my nipples are getting hard looking at him!”
“He is not a monster really, just very strange.” She runs her hand over his belly, hard like a human male with a six-pack. Then she sees his breasts again! “Tell me Centaur, why do you have breasts if you are male?”
Again, he smiles that strange knowing smile, “My people have three sexes but only two individuals. Both sexes can bear children so we both have breasts” he states this so matter of fact it seems almost reasonable!
“Females of my species have two vaginas and one penis; males have two penis’s and one vagina!”
“You have two penises’? Pamela reaches down to grab his penis, “this one isn’t enough?” Pamela thinks, “this dream is going to be fun; I hope they don’t wake me up too soon and I hope I remember this craziness!”
“Look underneath me little human!”
Pamela looks under his belly to see a huge penis slowly descending from its anterior sheath. “Oh shit, this had better be a damn dream, that looks real as hell! It’s at least 24” long and twice as big as beer can is thick and it’s still flaccid!”
“Don’t worry little human, I won’t expect you to take that one inside you.”
“Wait a damn minute, this is getting out of hand, this is my dream and I’m not taking anything inside of me you half donkey bastard!”
“Ok then, where is your vagina? You said you had one!”
“Look under my tail little human”
Pamela looks at him perplexed, “First let’s get some things straight, I have a name, it’s Pamela!” As she walks to his hind quarters Pamela looks as he raises his tail to see what looks like a human vaginal opening, larger than hers or any other human by far but amazingly human, she can even see a clitoris, lips, everything just like a human. She walks back and catches herself running her hand along his flanks like she would a horse, if he had been a horse he would have weighed in at about 2000 lbs, but he has skin, human skin not hair. Pamela jerks her hand away like it touched something hot as fire!
“Pamela,” he replies, “I to have a name, it would be impossible for you to pronounce, he makes a several noises that sound vaguely musical, but it translates fairly closely to Moon, I would like it if you called me Moon, I am 640 of your years old. Still a teenager by your standards, followed by that enigmatic smile… .”
Pamela stands in front of Moon; all she can think of is that his must be a crazy dream from being in a drug-induced coma. Suddenly he picks her up to his face level and kisses her, his mouth is large, but his kiss is human, she finds herself kissing him back, his breath tastes of apples and a sweet taste Pamela couldn’t identify.
“What the fuck, this can’t be real, why not go with it?” She wraps her legs around him and hugs him close, she can feel his breasts smashing up against her own. His hands are huge and each one has a hand full of her butt cheeks as he holds her up to be kissed over and over. His smaller hands rub and prob in special places, like making love to a group and everyone is just interested in you!
As she returns his kisses by kissing his neck and his long-pointed ears Pamela finds herself thinking, “apples, how could he smell like apples? I love the smell of apples reminds me of when I was kid lying under the apple tree in our yard daydreaming!
Pamela realizes his larger pair of hands are so big they reach all the way around her small waist, his fingertips and thumbs meeting on each side. He is really huge! She sucks in her breath as he picks her up higher, she can see down on the top of his head and down his back.
He has long wavy black hair all the way down to his broad equine back! His long thick tongue rubs across her breasts and he takes her right breast completely into his mouth and sucks it like man might suck one of her nipples. All she can think is “this feels wonderful!”
Pamela wraps her arms around his head and hugs him close as Moon sucks and licks her breasts, “God I hope I don’t wake up anytime soon!”
He picks her up and slowly runs his broad tongue down her flat belly, she can feel it, a broad wet swipe, as it heads for her kitty. Pamela gasps as his tongue runs down between her legs and fills her kitty up, he sucks her whole kitty with his mouth as his tongue probes her over and over.
Orgasm sneaks up on Pamela slowly, builds to a height she has never felt before and continues for an impossibly long time. Finally, she feels herself being slowly put down on the ground her feet feel the soft moss under them.
Pamela looks up at her lover, Moon, his broad smile looks nice now, not strange, she tries to wrap her arms around his huge for quarters to show him how much she enjoyed his attentions. Suddenly she is aware of his fore cock sliding past her chin and beside her neck, good god it’s right at her face level, hard and tight, even bigger than it was before! As she backs away she can see the pre-cum dripping from the end of it. She feels his huge hand on the back of her head.
“Pamela, suck it for me, you will like my cum, it’s intoxicating to humans!”
She looks up and him, she can see his desire written on his broad face, Pamela opens her mouth and feels his hand pull her onto his cock. She grips it with both hands and begins to tug on it as she sucks and swirls her tongue around it. “tastes like freakin’ apples!”
Moon pulls her forward and his cock slowly disappears into her mouth and throat. Pamela can feel his balls pressed against her chin begin to move as he begins to cum, she feels a hot load gush down her throat, she thinks, “it didn’t take long, evidently that spaceship is a lonely place,” in her mind she smiles as she swallows his huge load.
When he lets her back away, when Pamela looks up at Moon she feels like she has just taken about 6 shots of tequila, the whole situation seems to have taken on a glow, almost hallucinogenic. “Damn, he was telling the truth, what a buzz! That’s not fair!”
“Moon” she whispers up to him, “just tell me what you want me to do,”
He smiles down and picks her up again, he holds her in his hands, one butt cheek in each hand and her legs draped over his arms and slowly pushes his still hard and tight cock into her kitty, Pamela sighs with satisfaction as the pint of cum she swallowed deepens her buzz and his huge cock begins to slid in and out of her. Pamela begins to drift as he continues to fuck her.
Her mind begins to play little fantasies about her new alien lover and what he might want from her, “damn he has a vagina too!”. He raises her up to his chest as he slowly strokes her and places on of his huge nipples in her mouth, Pamela sucks it in without question and hears his breath suck in sharply as she bites it gently, his nipple is long and as she sucks she realizes it is gushing milk, Pamela drinks it down greedily, all thoughts of what is happening gone and just going with what is offered her is all she can do.
Moon groans and pulls her body to him tightly, she feels his cock hit bottom, his balls squish against her butt as she feels her kitty fill up with warm cum. “God,” she exclaims in her mind, “no one is ever going to believe this, do I even believe it?” Her orgasm shoots through her body as he fills her up.
Moon again puts Pamela down, she hugs him again, not worrying about the huge slippery cock sliding under her chin as she does so.
Moon looks down at her and says in his huge voice “Pamela, I want you to ride my anterior cock, ride it like it’s a pole you slide up and down, I want to feel your little slick kitty sliding up and down as you grip it and I want to bathe you in my cum!”
Pamela blushes for an instant, “whatever you want my equine lover,” she says with a suddenly husky voice, “this is going places I never even had dreams about!”
As Moon slowly laid down and rolled over she saw his anterior cock rise up, really erect now, it was gargantuan! At least a yard long and 4” thick, his balls were as big as soccer balls and made a huge pile around the base. All she can think is “Damn two sets of balls too!
The huge penis is throbbing up and down as Pamela takes hold with both hands and straddles it, as she sits she can feels his huge balls under her butt! She reaches up to grip the huge cock under the head and begins to slide up and down, pre-cum is running down it in small sticky rivulets and soon her kitty is lubed enough to let her slide up and down vigorously. As she slides the smell of apples and hint of something else sweet is strong in the air. Pamela takes deep breath and smiles at her own thoughts, “Apples , why would an alien smell so damn good, so damn familiar!!!”
With each stroke she squashes his balls with her butt and feels the head under her chin, then as she stands up she feels his cock slide between her legs, her own orgasm begins to build as she does this over and over, pre-cum running out of his cock covers her chest and drips off her chin. As she does this she thinks, “if this had been filmed it would be worth millions, hell I’d pay much just to have a record to show I’m not crazy!”
As she slides up and down the driving need to orgasm begins to overwhelm her, the feel of this giant cock in her doubled hands and between her legs is to unreal and yet so real, as she feels the head hit her under the chin a huge squirt of white cum gushes out, like a water hose. It sprays her under her chin and splatters everywhere, as she rides back up another huge squirt sprays up her chest and splatters her breasts. Pamela pushes the head away and sees the huge rush of cum shoot out through the air, it must be several feet long and looks like a one inch white rope. Her own orgasm is exploding in her body and soul as she slides down one more time but instead of squirting under the chin Pamela turns her head down and opens her mouth. The flow is so huge and hard she chokes as she tries to swallow as much as she can, cum bubbles are coming out of her nose. She slides up and then down again, she puts her mouth over the end one more time but this time she is ready and swallows at least a quart of the sticky white fluid. The intoxicating effect of so much cum over whelms her as she slides off Moon’s cock and sits on his balls to watch another hug squirt of cum fly out through the air. Pamela notices Moon is stroking his fore cock as he watches her try to deal with this outrageous anterior cock. She sees him cum with both cocks at once, she is too woozy to do anything but smile at him as he finishes up.
“Come here Pamela,” she hears his deep voice command, “I have one more task for you,” Pamela walks to stand in front of him and looks at him as he stands up. “My kitty needs to be licked and sucked the way I did yours,” Pamela blushes big time even under her drunkenness.
“How did you know I wanted to taste your female parts Moon,” she says with a silly wicked grin! “I have loved girls before!”
Moon just smiles a knowing smile, “who’s dream is this Pamela?
She giggles as she slowly walks down his side, her hand rubbing his entirely human skin to his rear and his Kitty! “Way too big to be a kitty my Moon! You need to call it a tiger or a lion, maybe a panther, NO, I know, a Cougar!” She laughs at her joke and suddenly she is staring at his “Cougar” She begins by rubbing it with her open hand, then she gives it a kiss, “Damn, it tastes like apples too!”
Pamela kisses his cougar and begins to lick it up and down, she notices the clitoris is erect and hard, licking it causes Moon to shake all over, Pamela smiles and begins to give him the best pussy licking she can possibly 
give him, a thought comes to her mind and she slowly pushes her arm into his vagina as Moon moans…..
“Pamela, Pamela!”
What the fuck!, that’s my Mom! Everything begins to swirl around her, she sees Moon’s face, “Moon don’t leave!”
“I’m not leaving Pamela, you are!” She hears him say. “Don’t forget me Pamela”
No, No, No, she feels her eyes slowly open, a tube is up her nose, the room is bright white, she is lying in a bed. Pamela sees her mom’s face looking down at her with worry written across it.
She hears her sister’s voice from somewhere over her head. “You’re going to be ok, Pam, you in a hospital, you’ve been in a coma for five days! But the doc says you are going to be ok!”
“What happened, where did Moon go!?”
Moon? Pam, you are in the hospital, it’s daytime no moon outside”
Pamela lies back, “what has happened to me, was it all really a dream!”
She hears her Mom say, “Pamela you were in a wreck, you fell asleep at the wheel and drove over the mountainside. It took them three days to find you, you’ve been in a coma all that time. You’re going to be ok sweetie!”
Pamela tries to understand what has happened, damn what a fucked up kinky as hell dream! She lays back and relaxes as she starts to drift off, she hears her sister’s voice whisper in her ear. “Pam, why were you naked in your truck? They said you were naked when they found you!”
“What!” Pam’s voice was in a panic, she looks over at her sister, and in a low voice asks, “what do you mean naked?”
Her sis smiles, “You know, Nude, sans clothing, not a stitch, they said they couldn’t even find your clothes! The doc says you have no injuries, not even a bump on the head, and no reason for you to be out! Your truck wasn’t even damaged, the EMT’s said it looked like it had just been sat down easily at the bottom of the ravine!”
Pamela is suddenly aware of the stickiness between her legs, she reaches down and runs her finger through it and brings it to her lips, a huge smile splits Pamela’s face “Damn tastes like APPLES!”

 

Battle fatigue!
It had been a long war, Lt Cmdr, Givens had started out 5 years ago as a seeker pilot, and lowest of the low, now he was tank commander… Still a shitty job, they had been playing cat and mouse with the enemy on the outskirts of what was left of Raleigh NC for about a year now, trying to play the long game. Two EM pulses last night had announced the detonation of two nukes within a five miles radius of their location, the theist slime were getting closer, no way to know if they had really been targeted or if it was just wild blows by the Islamic State.

Of course it could have been some remnant of the Holy Roman Army of God trying to show they could still get it up but they were a minor player now in the western hemisphere, much of what they had in the way of men and equipment had been captured when Mexico city had surrendered and allowed the Caliph to take their protectors equipment, no doubt they had lost much of it as no less than five of the Secular Alliance Thunder Child tanks had had unleashed 5 twenty megaton war heads on Mexico city the moment the IS had announced the surrender and taking of the city.

Thunder Child tanks were the latest vision of the SA, nuclear powered, huge behemoths, it took only five men to run one and they could button up for a year and live off the internal power and emergency rations, Dig in, hide under a pebble.. well almost, that is what CMDR Givens had done when Raleigh’s ABMs had been overwhelmed in the big push by the IS but the dug in Thunder Childs had not given ground and the IS had been stopped inside Winston Salem NC.

No one wanted Winston Salem NC anymore, nor did they want Raleigh but they knew we had a large number of Thunder Childs dug in the area and they wanted them out!

“Jim” I called out on the intercom, “send up a few seekers, and don’t let them pop up on radar or send signals until they are at least five miles away. I want to see what was being chattered back and forth by the enemy, we had broken their latest codes and it might be important to see what they were up to even if 99% of was just propaganda and bullshit.

A few minutes later Jim called back “online with the seekers Lt! They are picking up SA transmissions!” “Can’t be” I replied we weren’t due to a COM check for another month!

Yes, it’s the SA! Calling in all Thunder Childs in this area to rendezvous at grid 15 mark 20…

“Hmm, that’s only a 100 miles away a days travel if the interstates weren’t too horribly blasted up.” Interstate HYWS, man’s gift to nuclear warfare. “Lt?” Asked Jim, “should I reply back? “They are requesting a head count, but it is an old code“

“NO!” Button up and power up the reactor lets follow protocol, no open channels that can be traced!” This could be a trick, until last night not much action had been seen around here for almost four months, “land the seekers and keep monitoring communications… ”

“Yes sir” Replied Jim… So they sat, backed up under an interstate over pass and waited to see what would develop.
Suddenly Jim called for my attention! Lt, I am picking up a small cluster of SA fighters about five miles away, they are three Thunder child crews, hit last night by the nukes, they are requesting extraction.

“Damn, they know better than that!”

“Should we reply?”

“No not unless you want a nuclear enema, those were impact bursts last night, very dirty bombs, probably managed to get a seeker hit on them and nuked their positions.”

“Lt!” Jim almost screamed, “I have incoming warheads! Tracking them back to their origin, they are coming from a place just outside Winston Salem NC!”

“Can give me a quick scan from an orbiting seeker?”

“Yes one is coming overhead right now!” Suddenly an EM burst caused the tanks systems to fluctuate… a few seconds later ground movement confirmed a nuclear hit.

“Jim did you get a pic of where they came from?”

“yes sending it up now”

“I grabbed the printout to see what was going on, I had probably doomed that orbiting seeker by contacting it but this was important, the fucking IS has our old codes!

The picture was grainy and hard to read but it showed a huge concentration of manpower just outside Winston Salem, probably a ten square mile radius of men equipment had been snuck in while they were dug in pounding their meat.

“Gunner!”

“Yes Lt?”

“Set up five 20 megaton antimatter war heads I want air bursts at about 5000 feet. Program them to follow the deep river channel near by for at least five miles before popping up for the dive on the IS encampment!”

Almost immediately the tank rocked as cruise missiles fired and went on their deadly path.

Their own seekers had jumped back into the air and were traveling toward the IS encampment to record the hit if any of the missiles got through. On the digital screen he could see three other flights of cruise missiles converging on the area, the cruise missiles would follow the treetops until almost on top of the enemy before jumping up and detonating. Slowly on the screen almost like a videogame the three flights of missiles converged on the screen, so far no sign the IS bastards suspected a thing then suddenly cruise missiles started to die as the ABLs started to take them but the bastards weren’t fast enough, five of the 20 megaton war heads converged and target and detonated, it must have like the fist of their non existent god hitting in their midst…

Lt. Givens and his men continued to flee down the open interstate finally finding a large group of over passes to hide under and play another round of hide and seek with the IS forces. It had been a long wait and but the climax had made it worth it, the IS had been Thunder Struck! !

The Party

The Party was fairly regular at first, my own software projected my green Hulk image reasonably well into the artificial universe created by the newbie who was giving this little hoe down. I must be one of the few people left on the meta site that knows what hoe down even means…

What that actually means is that my body is barely alive and is currently being maintained in my own household facility.

Yeah, life’s a bitch, but I can still wander cyber space with some reasonable impunity.

A rather large coin investment in hardware to run my self-written software had so far resulted in a reasonable amount of autonomy in most places and a huge presence in places where I was actively invited like this little newbie get together.

My newbie friend was not paying close attention to my and a few others advice on who to invite and how to invite them.

My software was picking up several known trolls in the room, my software changed their depiction into slack jawed idiot parodies of what they were trying to show and no doubt a few of them did the same to my avatar in their own view but I doubted any of those guys could make anyone one else see me that way while I was sure my own software had a reasonably easy time of making everyone else see them as jokes… petty but satisfying nonetheless…

My avatar went around the room digitally shaking hands and making kissy faces at friends and frenemies around the room.

Nice looking place really, looks a lot like some super hero’s lair, tacky but I hey I was the Hulk! Pretty much tacky personified…

The newbies were of course trying to gain access into social networks by giving this little soiree so they had pretty much pulled out all the protection software to allow all of the guests to project their own software unimpeded… a mistake no doubt but working out so far.

There seemed to be more than a few guests who were incognito, many of their real identities were immediately pegged by my own software, mostly because they were friends.

More than a few were a mystery even to my own rather rude probing’s… rather interesting!

Incognito avatars usually looked like dark humanoid renderings with no details, just a smoky darkness shaped like a human.

Of course there were hundreds of people here, amazing collection of old school and newbie avatars, one was familiar, a rogue really, very powerful software, usually benign but seldom really getting caught up into doing anything but observing.

He appeared to everyone as a floating ball of spines, my own software could only see him that way even though I had programed the machine to enforce some rules of reality to make things easier to understand his software pretty much allowed his avatar to do whatever it wanted floating around defying even reasonable basic rules like gravity.

Always makes me uneasy to see someone flaunting the rules, never know what else they might be able to do but he, actually a she, was a friend from real life and I didn’t really consider her a threat.

The trolls were beginning to get aggressive, trying to strike out at various guests but so far everyone had immediately ignored them and they slowly began to fade away as fewer and fewer people acknowledged their existence.

The lack of room constraints had worried me from the beginning and sure enough a predator showed up!

My own software recognized him and my own armor went to maximum immediately!

Of course that meant Hulk got bigger and greener as far as the room could see but the asshole picked up on an avatar that wasn’t backed up by particularly strong protection and went into feeding mode ignoring the chaos his actions created in the room proper.

Almost immediately two trolls unboxed predator software and started trying to feed on other avatars and the room was thrown into pandemonium.

Avatars began to wink out as those who had weak software and or hardware decided to run but this little get together was to get the attention of my own social group for possible admittance so this time at least they began to unbox their battle personas.

The first predator, who did have an impressive octopus avatar, was immediately attacked by Captain America but the Captain was over whelmed and had to reboot almost immediately.

Thor stepped up and put the god smack on his ass, he was reeled by that and his image faded as he almost had to reboot but he firmed back and up and I immediately began to Hulk smash his ass.

I think it was the first time I had encountered this particular predator and I immediately tasted bot. Then I was pissed, I hate bots only slightly less than the people who release them, outta be a law!

We grappled for an amazingly large time span, 30 milliseconds or so before the predator simply vanished from the room. Typical cowardly software, written to survive no matter what and running from a Hulk smash was about the only way.

As all the other members of the Supergroup formed back up and gave a serious probe of the room, almost all of the trolls and incognito avatars were gone, good move if your software wasn’t up to the task and or you felt like you didn’t have a dog in this hunt. No need to get caught up in other people troubles.

From there on out the party went pretty good, once the wannabes and flat out predators had been shaken out the software enhancements had come out.

As usual a party had attracted the purveyors of unusual and profound experiences that when applied to your software could be uploaded into your own wet ware for some sweet dreams.

Some of the dealers had cyber examples of their programs to display in the room, the more serious sellers were usually a little more secretive and generally only a handful were judged by me to have solid delusions to sell.

I stayed for a while, a few avatars I hadn’t seen in quite some time and I needed to find out what was what about them.

After a time it was decided to disband the party, a few more cyber hugs and kisses and some really wild cybersex, was passed around, no viruses had survived the little battle for room control so some people had gotten bit wild but most of us have the software to prevent that for ourselves and everyone else anyway so no worries along that front tonight.

So I picked up a few wetware delusions to run later, told everyone goodbye and disconnected, not a bad party, not a bad way to spend 1.5 seconds…