Message-ID: <20362eli$9903050424@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Too much caffeine man!" Subject: The Depravity of David Sharpe (m/f, nc, oral, anal, weird, sci/fi, watersports) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7bo0u4$pu0$1@camel29.mindspring.com> --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- STANDARD DISCLAIMER This is a text file containing graphic sexual imagery. if you are under 18 or if it is illegal to view pornography in your state or country, please delete this file now. This is not a real story. Any similarity to any person or persons, living or dead, is strictly unintended. The author does not condone any of the actions taken in this story by the main character. This is simply a work of fiction. If you have a tendency to make the average pervert seem like an angel next to you, read on and enjoy. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- This is a story about a man named David Sharpe. David was a biomedical doctor and nanotechnologist, a genius in his field. He had designed enzymes and nanites that could heal, harm, or "edit" a human body right down to the DNA level. Some would describe him as depraved. Some would call him perverse. Perhaps he was just a scientist who took his beloved work too far. In any case, we should at least talk about his first victim, Molly Mays. Molly Mays was a quiet woman, almost a hermit. She graduated from college early, at the age of 20, with a degree in Computer Science. She went on to work for a short time at a company that designed small business programs. With the advent of telecommuting, Molly rarely left her home after those few years, however, she stayed in her small apartment in Oxford. Molly was about 5 foot, 8 inches tall, with red hair and green eyes. Molly never had the best body, her love for pizza and french fries saw to that, but her face was flawless. Her curves were overexaggerated, and her fitness left something to be desired, since she hadn't had a boyfriend since high school. Molly had no family, and her only friends were people she had met online. David was looking for someone like Molly, a 24-year old woman who had no family or friends to miss her when she disappeared. He seduced her online in a chatroom over a period of 3 months, and had finally convinced her to meet him in real life. Today was that day, when he drove the 5 hours from his private laboratory to the coffee shop near her home where he had agreed to meet her. His drive was uneventful, for the most part. He never really had gotten used to driving on the left side of the road, but that was not really a big deal. His only company was the handkerchief and the bottle of chloroform sitting on the passenger seat, and the worn out tape of Beethoven's 9th in the cassette player. David nervously tapped his foot on the floorboard as he followed the printed out email that contained the directions. He saw the sign for the coffee shop "Tea Thyme" as he rounded the corner of Billings Avenue and Rilmard Lane, and pulled into the open parking spot behind the red compact that he knew was Molly's. Molly sat at the corner table in the quiet cafe, sipping idly at a mocha cappuccino and reading a copy of the daily newspaper she had bought from a paperboy across the street. She glanced at her gold wristwatch, ticking away softly on her pale wrist. He was due to be here any moment. She calmly suppressed the shiver that was about to run down her spine. This one wasn't going to be like any of the others, she thought to herself. She had fooled him into thinking she had fallen for him, but it was only so that she could meet him in real life, so that she could see how many smooth words he could spit out in real life. Once David had pushed open the heavy oak door of the cafe, he saw her. She didn't even see him as he stepped in the door, which is exactly what he wanted. The girl behind the counter was bent over, putting straws into each of the strawholders, and she didn't bother to even peek over the countertop to see if he wanted anything. Molly was sitting at the corner table, with her back to him. He sat down in front of her and cleared his throat. Molly lifted her head and took off her small round reading glasses. "Hello", he said, conversationally. "Hello. I assume that you're David.", she replied without much emotion in her voice. "Yes.", he replied. "As I thought.. ", she muttered to herself. She picked up her paper and her mug and headed for the door. He assumed as much would happen. Luckily, after snipping the leads to her battery, her car would be going nowhere. He slowly rose from the table and followed her out of the coffee shop. He watched her unlock her door and get into her car. He pretended to ignore her, and climbed into his own car, and started it. David could hear her cursing at her "infernal car" from inside his own and chuckled to himself. It was only a few more moments before she got out of her car in a huff and stormed his way. He pressed the "down" button on the inside of his car door and waited for the window to slide all the way down before poking his head out of the car. "Car trouble?", he asked. "Yeah, I suppose you could call it that. Listen, do you have a car phone or something?" she said. "Nope.. but I'll give you a ride home if you want." Molly scratched her head for a second before walking in front of his car and climbing in the passenger side. "Drive", she commanded. David pulled away from the curb, and drove up the street. At the first light, he pulled out the chloroform-soaked handkerchief and held it tightly over her mouth and nose. She struggled for a few moments, and then went limp. David then opened his glove compartment and pulled out a syringe full of sedative, since the chloroform would wear off long before the trip was over. He then pulled the cap off of the syringe and plunged the needle into her arm, releasing its contents into her bloodstream. She would be out for at least 12 hours with this drug in her body. He tucked a travel pillow under her head and then began his drive back to the laboratory. ----- David pulled up the long driveway towards his private scientific laboratory and homestead. He parked the car in his garage, and stopped the engine. He opened the passenger door and Molly slumped to the garage floor. David picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder before passing into the main laboratory. David had been planning this for the better part of 10 years. This laboratory contained a special table, a powerful computer, and a hard foam floor which was porous to allow liquids to pass through it. As simple as it looked, it wasn't the laboratory itself that had taken him so long to develop. In fact, it was the design of the nanites so that they could self-replicate and "edit" the human body. Before this, he had only toyed with the bodies of small animals and such. He was impossibly excited about this test, not only because of the ramifications of his tests, but also because of what he planned to do if the initial test worked. David lay Molly down on his table and strapped each of her ankles, across her hips, and over her shoulders. The table was completely articulated, which meant that he could move her body into any position he wanted whether she was conscious or not. He began to remove her clothing, simply because she would never need it again. He unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off over her and dropped it the three feet to the floor. Her emerald green silk bra enclosed her pillowy breasts, and he left it on her for the moment. David then reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet and tossed it on the top of the quickly forming pile of items to be burned in his furnace. He then unzipped her loose jeans and pulled them off over her chubby thighs and tossed them on the floor. Her panties were azure colored lacey little numbers. He wondered for a few moments if she actually had worn them for his benefit, but then laughed at his own joke. David dug in his pocket for his knife and once he had found it, he used it to cut the straps of her silk bra. With one quick yank, he broke the clasps in the back and he had full view of her breasts. Both of them were large and they matched her creamy white complexion, with large pink areola topping each one. David passed his tongue over her lips before using the knife to cut off her panties as well. Now came his minor, manual operations. David pulled a cart filled with operating-room style equipment over next to the table, and touched a button on the table. The table silently spread Molly's legs as far apart as her hips could stand without cracking. David selected a laser scalpel and began paring away just above her mons to get at her bladder. Luckily, he didn't need an assistant since the laser scalpel cauterized the cuts as he made them, he thought. Once he had peeled back the layers of flesh and revealed her bladder, he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and reached down into the gash that he had just made and grasped her urethra. He gently tugged at it before reaching down with the laser scalpel and slicing the end of it clearly from the inner folds of her vagina. David then cut a line along her hip and burned a hole in the side of her right hip before feeding her urethra down the new tract and sewing a small rubber nipple to the end of it to hold it above her skin. "Aha!" he exclaimed as he finished his redirection of her urethra. Now he didn't ever have to worry about her catheter getting in the way of his plans for the use of her pussy. He just had one other manual operation to be done before the introduction of the nanites into her bloodstream. He picked up a permanent IV plug from his cart and used his laser scalpel to install it in her right forearm. He didn't bother to seal up her intentionally inflicted wounds, his nanites should easily be able to take care of that. The last thing on the cart that he needed at the moment was a syringe filled with a gray soup, a gel filled with thousands of nanites. The needle was rather large, but she was unconscious, so he just jabbed it into the large, throbbing vein in her neck and pushed down the plunger. Now she was his to do anything with, to change as he wanted, to bend to his will. He opened the stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out a bag of clear goo, Molly's new sustenance. David hung it on the pole attached to the table and connected it to her IV. The protein and carbohydrate soup began to drip into her blood, along with a few choice drugs and enzymes that would help the nanites breed in her blood. Finally, he pulled up a flexible tube from the floor and attached it to her hip to drain her urine. David turned on his computer, which would control the nanites in Molly to perform any task he desired. First of all, he had them knit her skin back together where he had cut it, and make the IV and the catheter nipple permanently part of her body. He stood up from the keyboard and went over to watch the nanites, his babies, work. Her skin bubbled up at the edge of the gash across her abdomen before fusing together. He ran his finger across right behind where the nanites were doing their work, and noted that there was no scar tissue or blood. They also knitted the skin around the rubber implants on her hip and arm, making them almost unnoticeable. Once they had finished the tasks assigned to them, David ordered them to breed, shut off the overhead lights in the lab, and shut the door for the night. ------ Molly awoke with her head in a fog. She could only remember getting into David's car, and then now she was here. She was cold, and she couldn't move. She started to panic, and attempted to struggle, but her legs stayed spread far apart. Molly was so frightened that she pissed herself, but she didn't feel her hot urine spraying all over herself. Puzzled, she tried to figure out what exactly was going on. She could feel her bladder emptying, the taut organ collapsing on itself.. but she couldn't see why she didn't feel like she was pissing. She raised her head and looked down through the pitch blackness but she couldn't make out a damn thing. She soon gave up her struggling and peering around as her neck got tired, and fell asleep again. ------ David's next day began brighter than the last. After 8 hours of sleep, and after having given his nanites a full 8 hours to breed in Molly's blood, she should have enough of them in her to change her physical appearance. He rose from his bed, and strode quickly through his house in his heavy robe and slippers to his hot spa. He soaked thoroughly as he thought about what fun he was going to have with her when he was done toying with her genetics and physiology. After dressing and eating a hearty breakfast, David headed back to the laboratory. As he walked into the laboratory, the overhead lights went on. Molly was obviously still lying in the same position as she was the night before. "My hips hurt!" she hollered at him from her prostrate position. David adjusted the table to hold her legs a mere 3 feet apart before moving to his computer. He queried the nanites on their population and they sent their response almost instantly -- 3.8 million. David grinned, and entered commands into the computer to do microscopic modifications all over Molly's body. The first of his alterations would be the removal of ALL of her sweat glands. If she couldn't sweat, she wouldn't get dirty very quickly in a sterile environment like this. Molly screamed in agony as the nanites ripped out each one of her sweat glands and consumed them before moving on. The process took about 2 minutes, during which Molly's screaming didn't stop except for her ragged gasps for breath. The second alteration was the removal of all body hair except for the flaming red hair on her head, and her perfect eyebrows. Molly writhed as her pubic hair was pulled back into her body and the miniscule pores through which the hairs grew were sealed. David had to pause and admire his work at this point. Molly lay flushed and panting on the table, glaring at him harshly. Her pussy lips lay bare to the world, and the "5 o'clock shadow" in her armpits had disappeared as well. Even those wispy thin hairs on her upper lip were gone, he thought to himself. David ran his palm across her tummy and marveled at the unparalleled smoothness of skin without any pores at all. He thought to himself, "Her skin will dry out like this.." and went back to the terminal and had his nanites modify her epidermis to secrete a thin film of oil to keep her skin moist and soft. These were the minor modifications, he thought. Still.. if it worked this well.. he bent and picked up another syringe of nanites and injected himself with it. He thought he could feel the tiny robots spreading throughout his body, and he smiled to himself. He had them trim off that layer of fat that being a bachelor for so long had given him, and then he had them work on his genitalia, which he had always thought was too small. d He shuddered as he felt his puny 4" penis harden and lengthen into a 14" monster, almost 3" in diameter. This was bigger than most horses, he thought.. just perfect for what I want to do to this pathetic bitch. He also felt his marble-sized testicles swell to the size of racquetballs, his nutsack tightening across the firm flesh before being appropriately enlarged as well. This was much better, he thought to himself.. and he told the nanites to give him a higher blood-level of testosterone before going dormant. His huge schlong hung down almost to his knee in its current semi-flaccid state. He couldn't wait to try it out, but he had to finish his experiments on Molly before he could have his fun. David stepped out of the lab to remove his boxer shorts and pants in exchange for a baggy pair of OR pants, he couldn't stand his new prick being so tightly confined in his old clothing. When he returned to his terminal, he noticed Molly staring at him. She didn't know really what he had just done to himself, and she really had no idea what he was doing to her. She asked him "Why are you doing this to me?" He replied simply, "Science, my dear. Well, that and maybe a touch of my own curiosity.." Then he keyed in the next set of instructions to the nanites. Molly felt a heat in her thighs, arms, ass, and belly. The nanites were literally burning off her fat as excess body heat, and her skin was heating up far more than it should have.. probably around 105 degrees. David knew that his part was going to take a while, so he adjourned for the night, shutting off the lights as he left the laboratory. Molly writhed on the table, as the 30 pounds of excess weight she had carried around for a few years on her frame were boiled away, she was far from cold tonight. She also felt her breasts firm up, and perk up.. it must have been something else he wanted, she thought. Her breasts went from a DD to a C cup in a matter of minutes, and instead of sagging sideways towards her arms, her breasts now pointed up, her nipples arching for the sky. She moaned as she felt her pussy bloat, the nanites moving some of what little fat was left on her body to her labia and clitoris, making them puffy and red. Her clit grew from a rather normal size to a slippery two and a half inch long rubbery bulb at the top of her fat pussy lips. The table, as it was programmed to do, spread her legs far apart again, as Molly squirmed to rub her pussy lips together, attempting to pleasure herself. Molly sighed in frustration, and then gave up as the nanites ceased their duties. She drifted slowly off to sleep... -------- Molly awoke the next morning in agony. David had a handful of minor last adjustments to her body to make before he deemed her "complete". His nanites were rearranging her internal organs for her new life, consuming her uterus and using the soft moist tissue to lengthen her vagina far up into her abdomen. They also lined the walls of her new "super pussy" with super strong muscles, the kind that no woman, no matter how she practiced, could ever have. She would never menstruate again, her ovaries and fallopian tubes were consumed by the ravaging nanites. Her throat burned as the nanites removed her tonsils, and her vocal cords. She tried to scream, but only air came out. Her teeth dissolved into a thick goo which soon evaporated before the nanites closed over the holes with soft gum tissue. Then, it all ceased and a dull ache set into her body. David cackled with glee as he picked up two tubes, a small, 1/4" tube which he stuck down her nose and into her lungs, and a large, 1" thick tube which he placed the end of in her mouth for the moment. He then pulled a scope over and positioned it over her chest, adjusting a small knob on the side. He could now see her esophagus and her stomach, so he began to feed the big tube down her throat alongside the small tube. She gagged a little, but he ignored it. The end of the tube entered her stomach, and he could hear the air whistling in and out of the small tube as she hyperventilated out of sheer terror at what was being done to her. Finally, with a shove, he lodged the tube in her stomach, and inflated the ring around the end of the tube so that it could not be accidentally pulled out. Then, she felt her ass raise up as the table adjusted itself. She could feel the cold air of the lab on her bare anus. David inserted a large, lubricated tube into her ass, and inflated the ring at the end to gigantic proportions so that she could not force it out. Molly was confused and frightened, he didn't know what he was going to do with her next. David touched some controls on the table, and she felt the tube in her ass begin suctioning away at her shit. The tube in her stomach began to spew cold gel that contained lubricants and disinfectants, David wanted her entire gastrointestinal tract rendered for the most part inoperable, seeing as she wouldn't need it ever again. Molly could feel the gel working its way through her small intestines, her abdominal muscles cramping at the frigid fluid's touch. When the gel finally entered her large intestine, clods of her shit began to loosen and be slurped down the tube. David realized that he was hungry, and left Molly lying flat on the table to be pumped completely clean. Molly watched him leave the room and looked around with panicked eyes. What could she do? She ran her tongue over where her teeth used to be.. no more pizza for me, she thought.. The cold gel coursing through her intestines made her shiver, she could see the tube sucking away her partially digested food from 2 days before. Soon, the gel ran clean. She felt empty, empty as she had never or could never have felt before this moment. David came back, brushing some crumbs off of his face. He saw that she was clean and shut off the flow of gel, and tapped his foot impatiently as the remainder of the gel was slurped out of her body. He had the nanites fuse the tube in her nose just outside of her esophagus all the way down into her lungs. Even with her throat completely blocked, she could still breath. One last thing he saw to before he told the nanites to go semi-permanently dormant was proper lubrication of her orifices. She would permanently secrete lubricating juices in her large intestine and anus, as well as her mouth, her palms, between her breasts, as well as her large clit and pussy. Now, she was ready. ------------------ Molly awoke the next morning to the sloshing of David pouring more nutrient goop into her IV bag. She didn't think she'd ever get used to her new body, but she didn't think that she had much of a choice, either. She was, of course, correct. Molly felt her bladder drain again, through her hip. It definitely was an odd feeling, she thought to herself. David then picked up a pressure hose and pulled the trigger. The strength of Molly's new skin is the only thing that saved her from being skinned alive.. the 150 degree water was moving across her body at enormous pressure. David avoided her face, but made sure she was squeaky clean everywhere else. He then stuffed the nozzle into her pussy. Molly's face contorted in pain and pleasure as her belly bloated with the hot water, scalding her vaginal walls. David shut off the water then, and yanked the nozzle out of her angry red gash. He then adjusted the table to tilt her at an angle, and giggled as he watched the water pour out of her nether regions. Molly winced at the cold air on her scalded labia. She supposed that it was better that she was clean, even though she couldn't even sweat anymore. David took this opportunity to adjust the table again, laying her out flat on her back with her head dangling over the edge. A wicked grin slowly spread across his face and he pulled his pants off. He let his enormous prick harden in his fists before pulling Molly's mouth open and shoving fully half of it down her throat. Molly squirmed and gagged on his penis, and David truly enjoyed the sensation. She tried to bite him, forgetting about her lack of teeth, but it just increased the friction of his dick in her mouth, and he pumped faster. David moaned and shoved the full length of his prick down her throat. Molly's breath whistled through her nose as she tried to get enough oxygen into her lungs, and he continued to thrust his monstrous member into her before spewing his 2 cups of hot sperm directly into her stomach. "Lick me clean" he ordered her. Molly realized that her life could get worse with the power over her body this man held, so she licked up and down his 14 inch shaft. She realized at this point that his penis was larger than her forearm and gagged involuntarily at the thought. "Relish that full feeling in your stomach, Molly. My sperm is the only thing even remotely solid that you'll be eating ever again." He then pried her mouth open and stuffed the first 3 inches of his prick in her mouth before emptying his bladder. Molly hadn't had anything to drink in the past four days, so she thirstily gulped down the salty yellow fluid. "That's what I like to see," David chortled.. After Molly had slurped the last of his urine from his prick, he began to go soft. David pulled his pants back on and picked up a gallon of spring water. Molly watched in horror as he gulped down the entire gallon. It looked as though she would be getting more to drink, and soon. --------------- After a quick cat nap on his futon, David awoke, his penis pointing straight at the sky, and his bladder full. He smiled, and rose without dressing. He wouldn't bother with any preliminaries this time. David keyed the access code to the lab and walked in. Molly dozed, with a spot of his sperm dried on her upper lip. David smiled to himself, and had the table lift her knees and spread her legs out as far as they could possibly go. Her bare mound gleamed with her own copious lubrication, and her clit stood half erect, pointing away from her flat stomach. He guessed that her "tuned" metabolism had already digested his last donation, since he had programmed her body to absorb any of his bodily fluids instantly. The only way that her program could be screwed up is if someone gave her solid food, but that, of course, was a finite impossibility. Molly awoke with a groan, and realized her rather embarrassing position. An adorable blush spread from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her breasts before she remembered that she really couldn't do anything about it. David bent and took her huge clit into his mouth, and sucked on it. The inch long super-sensitive part of her anatomy lengthened into it's full blown, three inch long glory. Molly groaned with intense pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on her female "penis". Her labia had bloated themselves with blood and grown in size until it looked like her deep vagina had swollen shut. David took this opportunity to wedge the helmet-head of his dick into her pussy. She moaned wantonly and squirmed in a vain attempt to get more of his steel hard meat into her body. David speared her in one swift movement, impaling her fully upon the length of his penis. Molly's eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out. David grinned and reached up to pinch her hard nipples as he began to batter her vagina with long, slow thrusts. He reveled at the sensations her specially redesigned twat held for him, as he felt her muscles involuntarily clutch at his meat, and he watched her fat pussy lips gripping his shaft as it plunged into her body. A perverse shiver went down his spine as he fucked her slowly, his excitement rising. Molly began to come to just as David quickened his thrusts. Molly squirmed and writhed under the battery of his huge dick, but just as she was about to black out again, she orgasmed. Her entire body tensed from head to toe, and her strengthened pussy muscles actually were strong enough to grab his penis and hold him still. David could feel her muscles rippling down his penis coaxing him, closer, and closer. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, god, Molly!!!" he shouted as the first spurt of his hot cum began to make its way down his shaft. Molly screamed with ecstasy and orgasmed again as his cream filled her to overflowing. She could feel his cum leaking out from around his prick and dripping down her bare ass crack before plopping to the floor. David panted out her name over and over again before he finally finished and he began to work his penis out of her spasming cunt. Not wanting to end his afternoon of delights just yet, David programmed the table to tilt her backwards, but to keep her legs spread. He stopped it when her creamy white ass cheeks were right in front of his still-hard penis. David pulled her ass open with his hands and took one good look at her pink rosebud asshole, glistening with her own lubrication and his cum. Molly protested, but he ignored it and plunged his member into her back tunnel. Deliciously wet and warm, he thought to himself. David pumped his dick into her ass over and over, he even grabbed her breasts and used them for leverage as he porked her wet asshole. Wet, squishy noises filled the room, before Molly started moaning again. David grinned wickedly when he heard her moan, and fucked her harder. He came again when she screamed out his name, his sperm flooding her empty bowels. David pulled his penis out with one hand and pointed it at her crotch before letting loose a powerful spray of urine. Molly came again when she felt his hot piss on her body, before passing out. -------------- 2 years later -------------- David lay next to Molly in his bed. He still hadn't changed her body back, nor did he plan to. He built a hookup for her bladder and her IV into his bed when he brought her there, after cleaning her off, of course. He learned that Molly's greatest fantasy was to be someone's sex slave, and thus he was just helping her fulfill that fantasy. Molly was the perfect sex slave, he thought. She willingly gave her body, perfectly built for sex now, to him many times a day, and he loved her for it. THE END -------------- (or is it?) Send all comments / suggestions / complaints / compliments to Coffeed00d@zdnetmail.com Too-Much Caffeine Man!! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----