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  The Takers
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By Maria

This publication is solely for adults.  Ages 26 and older only.   If you
are 21 to 25, you should go find a friend and have a good time, but do
stop reading now.  If you are under 21, then you may not read this.

This story is copyrighted (c) 2001.  You may distribute it freely, as
long as no changes are made to the content or author's credit.


Chapter 1

Warden drove along the riverbank, traveling upstream, in the nearing
twilight.  The autumn leaves on the trees looked fantastic - "This is
great," thought Warden.  Watching the yellow, red, and orange leaves
alongside the forested road he was driving on, Warden traveled on,
enjoying  the ever-changing scenery.  The last week at work had been
especially long and particularly difficult.  Two consultants from the
head office had come in, and Warden had to assist them on top of all his
regular duties as a computer network administrator.  This had meant
quite a few extra hours put in, both before regular check-in time and
after everyone else had left the office.

"I'm worn out", he thought, "but I bet all that extra time I put in will
earn me a nice bonus come Christmas time."

Warden drove along the road.  The tree shadows were stretched out long,
the sun was almost setting and it cast light like hot gold all over the
tops of the trees.  Half the leaves had fallen from most of the trees,
but that still left plenty to show the fall colors.  Water swirled over
rocks in the riverbed as he drove on.  Warden turned off his car air
conditioner and rolled down his window.  Air whooshed into the car,
making lots of noise, but  that was okay.  Warden stuck his left arm out
and rested his elbow on the window frame, grabbing the edge of the car
hood with his hand.  The swift breeze felt good along his arm, and he
kept driving.

Soon the road turned away from the riverbank and started getting
steeper.  "Getting near the dam now," thought Warden.  The road took a
few more turns, and soon Warden could see the dam.  He turned the radio
on, and heard a country tune --

"The silence of a shooting star,
Lights up a purple sky,
And as I wonder where you are,
I'm so lonesome I could cry."

"Great song," he thought, as he was driving over the dam, "That was Hank
Williams best song."  Warden glanced at the lake-side of the dam and
thousands of sparkles from the evening sun reflected off of waves from
the lake.  Lake water spread far out, for miles and miles.  Trees along
the banks showed bright red colors, mixed with yellows, oranges, and
some greens from the many pine trees.  The water on the river side of
the dam was much lower.  "Cool," thought Warden, "this looks so cool."

He drove on for about a mile after crossing the dam and turned to the
right.  This road took a couple of curves, then led in a steep descent.
Turning one more curve, Warden could see the lake again.  Quite a few
houseboats were floating on the water there, and many cars were parked
on the side of the road.  The road just kept going down and down, right
into the lake.  People could launch their boats here.  Warden found a
spot, parked his car, grabbed the canvas bag from the seat beside him
and got out.  He locked the car and walked further down the road to the
lake.

Off to the left was a huge, square-shaped "pond" with high vertical
cliffs.  This was the quarry where all the rock had come from to make
the dam.  Three people were fishing there, sitting on rock perches near
the waterline.  On the right was the floating dock, which is where
Warden was heading.  Warden walked down the road almost to where it
entered the water, and then turned right.  There was the walk-ramp to
the dock.  It was just a wooden walkway, floating on steel barrels.  He
walked on it, and it gave slightly with his weight.

The dock was several iron barges that had been roped together with steel
cables.  There was a small short-order grill and bait & tackle shop on
one end, but most of the rest was fitted out for the eighty or so boats
that were docked there.  Warden looked around and saw Ben, one of the
dock-hands, and waved to him.  Ben waved back and walked over to him.

"I've got you all fixed up, Warden, just like you asked," Ben said, as
he shook Warden's hand.  "The cooler is filled with ice, a couple of
steaks, some eggs, bacon, and sandwich meat.  Some tomatoes, mayo, and
other fixen's too."

"I've got your gear stowed in the launch, too, so you're good to go,"
said Ben.

"Great," says Warden.  Ben had helped Warden stock up for weekend
camp-outs several times before.  Warden paid him for the supplies, and
then gave him an extra fifty.  Ben protested, but Warden insisted and
Ben finally took it.  He knew Ben didn't make much as a dock-hand, but
Ben had helped him out with several favors over the years, so he always
made sure to give Ben a bit extra.  "

Warden followed Ben to the small launch a one of the dock bays.  It was
just a twelve-foot aluminum launch, with a ten horsepower engine.  Not
much of a boat, but it was all Warden needed.  He wasn't going far, just
about three miles to a favorite camp spot.  Warden got in, thanked Ben
again and shook his hand.  He turned around to the small ten-horspower
engine and grabbed the starter-handle, yanked it back, and the engine
started right up.  He turned the engine around and backed out of the
little docking bay, then spun the engine back forward and turned the
boat out to the lake.

For a few minutes he kept the speed low.  As soon as he got clear of the
houseboat area, he cranked the throttle and the boat picked up speed -
it was just a ten-horsepower, it didn't really go very fast.  The sun
had set by now, and it was close to dark.  After just ten minutes,
Warden saw the bank he was looking for and headed the boat for it.  He
didn't slow the boat down at all as he approached - he just cut the
throttle at the last second and let the launch ride up the bank and
ground itself.

The bank was only about 30 feet long, and as Warden grabbed his canvas
bag and walked up to the woods, he thought, "Looks great, just like it
did last time."  He walked to a small path between the trees - it was
hard to tell there was really a path, because it was mostly covered with
leaves now.  After passing just a few trees, there was a small
clearing.  This was only about 60 feet into the wooded area.  It looked
the same as Warden remembered.  He dropped his bag and with his foot
started brushing leaves aside.  In only a couple of minutes he had
cleared out a good space.  He went back to the launch and grabbed one of
the cloth sacks there and brought it to the clearing.  He unzipped the
zipper, pulled out the contents and tossed it onto the now-cleared spot.

This was a quick-set tent, and it sprung out and flopped about for a few
seconds, then the springy "spines" in the tent had all unfolded into a
kind of roundish "pup-tent".  Warden grabbed the lightweight tent and
flipped it over, for it had unfolded upside down.  He grabbed the four
stakes from the bag and used the mallet included to stake down the four
sides, and his tent was ready now.

Warden went back to the boat and started bringing the supplies he had
asked Ben for.  They were all there, but of course there wasn't much.
He kept his supplies stored in a bin at the dock for occasions such as
this.  A small gas lantern, the cooler (with food Ben had bought) - he
put  that inside the tent.  It was a two-person tent, so there was room,
and a sleeping bag.  This wasn't bear country - there were no animals
larger than a raccoon around here.  The rest was just small amenities -
a bag with a fold-up shovel and some t.p., a bar of soap, a hatchet,
matches, etc.

Warden gathered up a circle of stones, and then used the hatchet to
gather some kindling and firewood, and started a small fire.  He looked
inside the cooler and found some pork tenderloin slices.  He skewered
them on some thin sticks, poked the sticks in the ground so that the
tenderloin slices were held above the fire, and rested while they
cooked.

He checked the cooler and there was some Irish Stout beer, so he cracked
one open and sipped on it while it the tenderloins cooked.  The stout
had a pleasant roasted flavor, and Warden relaxed as he sipped it.  He
turned the skewers of tenderloin a few times, and soon they were ready
to eat - he shook a bit of pepper on them, and bit into one right off
the skewer.  This was so good, he thought.  The taste filled his mouth
and it wasn't like any home-cooked meal - it was so much better.  The
flavor of the wood smoke had made the tenderloin so good that Warden
thought, "There's just nothing better.  A home cooked meal is great, but
a camp-out fire-cooked meal is the ultimate.  The Cave-men got it right,
way before we ever invented electric stoves and microwaves."

Each bite of the skewered pork tenderloin was delicious, as was each sip
of the stout.  "This might just be the best meal I ever had," thought
Warden.  He watched the stars between the tree-tops, looked at the lake
waters between the tree trunks.  The boat was fine, well-beached, and
wouldn't float away.  He was getting sleepy, but he just sat there for
about twenty more minutes, until he almost drowsed off.  "Better sleep
now," he thought, and crawled into the tent and into his sleeping bag,
and he was asleep in about two minutes.


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By Maria

Chapter 2

Warden woke up, stretched, yawned, and closed his eyes.  He lay there in
his sleeping bag for about five minutes, just relaxing and waking up.
It was still dark, and eventually he opened his eyes.  He must have
woken up early.  He felt great.

Warden crawled out of his sleeping bag, which was a bit hard in the
small pop-up tent he was in.  the food cooler took up a bit of space,
but he made it.  He looked in his canvas bag and fished out his soap,
toothbrush, and toothpaste.  Seeing by the dim starlight, he walked down
the path to the "beach"   (really just a shore) and looked at his boat.
The launch was fine, still way up on the shore.  The engine was tilted
up because he had grounded the boat up past the waterline.

Warden undressed and laid his clothes down on one of the boat seats.
Knowing the water would be cold, he didn't even test it - he ran right
in it a full speed, and yelled as the cold water hit him.  He laughed,
and ran right up to waist level.

"B O N Z A I" he yelled, and ducked his upper half and head under the
water.  Damn, it was cold!!!!   He stood up, and it was too cold - he
ran back to the shore, near the boat, and stood there shivering.  He
started soaping himself, and went back to the water, about ankle deep.
He washed as best he could in the cold water, splashing a bit on himself
here and there to help him soap and scrub, then went back to the shore.

"Now or Never," he thought,  "Hee Hee, this is fun!"

"G E R O N I M O   ! ! ! ! "  he shouted and ran back into the water.
At full speed, and not stopping, he ran as fast as he could until the
water knocked him off his feet and he fell into the cold stuff full
body, and he swam a few feet under water.

His heart pounded, and he was freezing now. His arms and legs were
shivering up a storm and he thought "Damn, this is Too Cold" and stood
up.  Warden walked back to the shore, splashing water all over him to
get the last of the soap off.  He went to the boat, found his toothbrush
and toothpaste in his equipment as he shivered, and went back to the
shore.  He kneeled down and brushed his teeth, slurping up water from
the lake to rinse his mouth.  He dried off with a towel and dressed
again.  He was too cold, and couldn't stop shivering.

Warden got his Coleman lantern and lit t, turning it up as far as it
would go.  He sat on the ground with the lantern between his legs, and
hovered over it, warming himself.  After about five minutes he warmed up
enough to gather more wood and kindling, and he started another fire.
The quickly growing blaze warmed him up in just a few minutes.
Meantime, the sky had lightened considerably and the sun was just about
to rise.

He fished around in his supplies, found bacon and a frypan.  He set
three rocks close to his new fire and made a kind of tripod to set the
frypan on, and started frying up 3 strips of bacon.  Smoke from the
morning breeze blew into his face, so he moved to the other side of the
fire, watching the bacon all the while.  When it was done, he set it
aside in a paper plate he had ready, and cracked a couple of the eggs
into the frypan.  They quickly fried up in the bacon grease.  Warden set
a couple of English muffins near the fire, leaning them against the
rocks so they would toast, and soon he was having what was perhaps the
best breakfast of his life.

Almost done with his breakfast, and still feeling warm from the fire,
Warden heard a rustling from the woods.  He looked up and saw a couple
walking towards him.  They waved, and walked closer.  They both wore
jeans and lumberjack shirts - the woman was quite attractive, long hair
and quite a figure, the man with wide shoulders.

"That breakfast smells so good," they said, "can we please join you?  We
are camping just a bit away, and smelled your cooking.  We brought some
breakfast food of our own, and would love to share it with you."

Warden wasn't surprised, he knew this wasn't a hidden camping spot, and
he had met several other campers here over the years.  He felt like some
company would be nice, so he said, "Sure, but I am almost full," he
said.   "Let's cook up your stuff, but you will have to most of the
eating yourselves."

`I think we can handle that," said the woman.  "Hi, I'm Gina," the woman
said, and held out her hand, and Warden shook it.  "This is my man,
Rick."  Rick held out his hand, and Warden shook it too - firm grip,
Warden thought.

Gina sat down near the fire, and started fishing items out of the sack
she was carrying,  "Geez, what a looker," Warden thought.  "What a
pair."  He stared shamelessly at her chest.  It was certainly a
well-endowed chest.  Nature had been kind to Gina.  More than kind.  She
was lovely, and her camping clothes couldn't hide her figure.  Gina was
getting some breakfast items out, some Canadian bacon, a couple of
grapefruits, bagels, a tomato, and some cheese - provolone cheese.  She
pulled a knife (a kitchen knife) out of the bag, and cut the two
grapefruits in half.  She poured a bit of honey from a plastic
squeeze-jar in a ring around each grapefruit half, and handed one to
Rick and one to Warden, along with a spoon.

"Try one of these, I'm sure you will like it," Gina said to Warden.
Warden held the grapefruit globe and thought, "I would like your own
globes much better," and he stole another glance at her ample chest.

Using his spoon, Warden started digging at the grapefruit and managed to
scoop out a slice.  Honey dripped from it as he put it in his mouth - it
was delicious.  He had never had grapefruit with honey before - only
with sugar.  This was so much better.  He spooned out another segment
and at it.  Honey dripped onto his chin, and he wiped it off with his
finger and then licked his finger.

"Wow, this is really good," he said.

"Glad you like it," said Gina.  "Let me get these muffins started," and
she put some tomato and cheese on the muffins and set them near the fire
to start toasting.  She set them on little pieces of foil so they
wouldn't get dirty.  Warden watched her chest as she made the little
things, and he kept eating more of the grapefruit until it was gone.

"Thas grapefruit was so  goods," he said, and it sounded a bit silly to
him.  Gina and Rick didn't seem to notice.  He set the grapefruit rind
down beside him, and as he did it he leaned over to far - he caught
himself with his hand, and pushed himself back upright.  He was so full
from his own breakfast, and now part of Gina's, and he had woken up
early, now he was getting sleepy again.

He looked at Gina's chest.  She was still fiddling with the muffins,
turning them every few seconds as they toasted near the flames.  Each
time she moved her arms, her cleavage changed shape, and she bounced
little bounces under her shirt.  Gina looked at him, and said, "Why,
Warden, you will really like these."  She twisted one of the muffins
some more, and her chest jiggled even more.  Warden looked closer and
found himself leaning closer to her.  "Yes, you will really like these,"
Gina said, looking right into his eyes.  He was leaning even closer and
he just sort of leaned right into her, and then his head was on her
shoulder, and he looked down her shirt, and he said, "Unnnhhh..." and he
passed out.

Gina grabbed Warden by the shoulder and lowered him to the ground.  Rick
got up and said, "Good job, Gina.  Let's clean up a bit and we can go."

"Right," said Gina.  "You handle him, I will get the rest."  Gina dumped
all the food they had brought into the fire, even the muffins.  She
went  to Wardens tent, got the Coleman lantern which was still lit, and
unscrewed the fuel-cap.  She dumped fuel on his tent, and then tossed
the lantern on it - the glass broke open, the fuel caught fire, and the
tent started burning.  She didn't seem particularly concerned about
anything else - not even about the boat on the shore.

In the meantime, Rick picked up Warden and hefted him over his
shoulders.  Rick was a big man, Warden was just a bit smaller.  Still,
it was a heavy lift for Rick.  Gina joined him and they went off into
the woods the same way they had come.  There wasn't any path, and the
two made their way between trees and bushes.  They seemed to know where
they were going.

After about ten minutes of walking, they arrived at another shore of the
lake.  By then, Rick was starting to get winded.  There was a boat on
the shore.  Gina climbed aboard, and then turned around to help Rick.
Between the two of them, they managed to get Warden's limp form onto the
boat floor.  Rick came aboard.  After a few minutes, they had the boat
running fast over the water.  The island of Wardens camp-site was
disappearing behind them.

The boat trip only took about five minutes.  They pulled ashore by a
very small dock and Rick once again hefted Warden onto his shoulders,
and carried him off the boat.  Gina followed, and they walked off the
end of the dock.  A car was nearby - nothing special, it was a Honda
hatchback, silver in color.  Gina opened the hatch back and Rick leaned
over and dumped Warden into the rear of the auto.  Gina and Rick got in
the car - Rick in the driver's seat.  He started the engine, and
immediately put the car in motion without any warm-up at all.

It was, of course, still autumn.  Rick and Gina drove past beautiful
groves of trees, wonderful golds, reds, and oranges - but they didn't
seem to even notice.  The sun rose higher in the sky.  A few cars passed
them on the roads they traveled.  Around noon, they turned into a dirt
road, and then traveled on for about ten more miles.  This was a deeply
wooded area, once again beautiful with all the fall colors.  They came
into a clearing that was about 40 yards across, and parked it.  There
was nothing around there except for a good-sized recreational vehicle,
and the trees.

Gina and Rick got out of the car - they were talking, continuing a
conversation they had started while driving the car.

"Let's just do it here and now," Rick said.

"Fine, Rick.  But I want him awake.  I want him to know that we are the
takers now," said Gina.

"But he will still be asleep for another hour."

"That will give you plenty of time to tie him up and get our things
ready.  Let's just tie him up on the hood of the car.  I said I want him
to know we are the takers now.  Nobody takes from us anymore - not now
or ever.  We do the taking from now on. "

"Alright then.  I'll get some rope from the vehicle," so saying, Rick
walked around, opened the hatchback, and struggled a bit the get Warden
out of it.  Then he went to the front of the Honda and heaved Warden's
limp form onto the hood.  He moved Warden around, pushing and pulling
him so that he was sort of laying on the car with his upper half on the
windshield and his lower half on the hood of the car.  Then he went to
the RV, opened the door, and went inside.  In a minute he came out with
a few coils of rope.  Gina, in the meantime, had gone back to the Honda
and gotten some large scissors from the glove compartment.  She started
cutting on Wardens pants.  She started at the left ankle, cutting
straight up his leg, past the knee, and right up to the crotch of his
pants.  Then she did the same to the right side of the pants.  She
spread the cut pants legs apart, which revealed his jockey shorts.  She
slit his underwear too.  First the right side, and then the left, and
then she pulled the parts aside to reveal his groin.  She looked at his
pecker and said nothing.  She started cutting his shirt from bottom to
top - perhaps that was easier than unbuttoning it.

"Help me lift him, Rick, and we can get these clothes off."  Rick came
over and lifted Warden's waist while Gina tugged on the cut pants, and
underwear.  They got them from under him, and tossed them in the dirt by
the car.  "Now the shirt," she said.  Rick leaned Warden forward, and
Gina pulled the shirt away and threw it in the dirt too.  Warden had
nothing left on but shoes and socks, which Gina also removed.

"Gina, roll the windows down for me, so we can run the ropes through
them."

Gina got in the car and rolled down both front windows, then exited.
She watched as Rick took one of his ropes, and tied Wardens left wrist
with it.  Then he tossed the coil in through the left window onto the
seat of the car.  He walked to the right side, leaned in the car, and
picked it up.  With the remaining length, he tied Wardens right wrist.
He didn't leave any slack, and double-checked the knots.  They were
tight, there was no slack, and he could barely move Warden's hands even
a half-inch.  Next, Rick got another coil of rope and tied Warden's left
ankle.  He bent over near the front of the hood, reached his fingers in
and undid the hood latch.  He struggled a bit against the weight of
Warden's legs, and then he lifted the hood a few inches.  He ran the
rope under the hood, from left to right until a bit of rope was hanging
from under the right side of the hood.  He let the hood go, and it
landed with a solid "ka-thunk" and latched shut.  With the remaining
rope he tied tight Warden's right ankle.  Now Warden was tied face-up,
spread-eagled on the front of the Honda, with his back on the windshield
and legs on the hood.

"Now we wait.  Get some chairs, Rick," Gina said.  Rick again went into
the RV and got some fold-out chairs.  He set them right by the Honda,
and the two sat there and waited for Warden to become conscious.  It
wouldn't be long now, they both knew.


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By Maria

Chapter 3


Warden slowly came awake.  He opened his eyes just a bit and saw blue.
Blue, white, and bits of yellow and red, it was all blurry.  It took a
few minutes until he realized that he was seeing the sky, some clouds,
and some leaves - autumn leaves.  He turned his head a bit and that made
him dizzy, and he shut his eyes again.  He tried to sit up but he
couldn't move much at all.  Something was pulling at his arms, and then
he felt the pulling at his legs, too.  He could only move his head.  He
opened his eyes again, slowly, and raised his head, but he was still
very dizzy and drowsy.  He turned his head, or it fell over to the side
by itself anyway.

As he opened his eyes fully, he saw Gina.  She leaned towards him and
said "Hi, Warden.  A bit woozy, are you?"

Warden was woozy indeed, but he tried to answer, "Yunnnnh...." Was all
that came out.  He could see now that he was on the front of a car.  He
tried to lift his arm, it wouldn't move.  Nor the other arm.

"You are tied down, Warden.  Both your arms and your legs."  Gina said,
and leaned over the car's hood towards him.  She grabbed his hair and
pulled up on it, lifting his head - this made Warden dizzy, and he felt
drunk. She put a small pillow under his head, then let it drop.  "That
will help you see."

Warden could see better now, and he saw the woods around him, and his
own chest, and legs spread out, and he was naked.  He saw his pecker
laying limp on his belly, he saw the car hood, he tried to look around
some more, but he was still groggy.

He watches as Gina leaned over once again - she reached out and grabbed
his cock in her hand and squeezed it just a bit.

"We are going to take you, Warden," she said.  "We are the takers, now.
They used to take us, but we are doing the taking now, and we are taking
you."  She let go of his prick.

Warden didn't understand her at all.  He was still woozy and he didn't
know what she was talking about.  He looked at her chest, he couldn't
help it.  He could see most of her boobs when she had leaned over to
grab his pecker, so he just kept staring at her.  Her shirt was hanging
way down and wasn't buttoned up to high anymore, so he could almost see
her nipples within the shadows of her shirt.  It felt really good when
she grabbed his dick, but she didn't do anything with it other than just
hold onto it a few seconds, then she had let it go.

"Give me the unit, Rick."

Rick handed her a small white plastic box, about the size and shape of a
cigarette carton.

"Here you go, Warden," she said, and smacked it down on his belly.  It
stuck there and sort of went soft for a moment, Warden felt it on his
stomach, sort of molding itself onto his skin, then it grabbed his
stomach, and he felt it pulling his skin.  It pulled harder, and harder,
stretching his skin all towards his navel.  It didn't hurt, but it was
like someone was pulling all of his stomach and chest skin right towards
his navel.  That lasted for about twenty seconds, then it relaxed again.

"Get the container ready, Rick.  For the dromatter."  Rick went to the
van and came back holding a larger white box, which he set on the ground
by Gina.

Warden could feel the unit on his belly moving a bit, and he looked down
on it.  The plastic was moving, and then some small tubes formed out if
it and started sliding up his belly towards his chest and neck, and on
the other side, down towards his legs.  They were small, like strands of
spaghetti, but they moved sort of like live things.  They were slippery
too.  They wiggled and writhed as they moved, and left a glossy sheen
were on Wardens skin as they moved further up and further down.

One larger tube went out over the hood.  Rick grabbed that one and
attached it to the dromatter container box.  "We'll save all his
dromatter, we will want to use it later," Rick said.

Gina nodded her agreement.  Looking at Warden, she said, "Yes, there
will be quite a few pounds of him left over.  By all means lets keep
it."

Warden tried to talk, but he was still dazed by whatever the couple had
drugged him with, "Gnnnhhh" was all he could say, "Gnnnhhh unnnnhhhh
unnhnngg."

Warden watched as "the unit" went soft then - soft and limp, and the
ends of it sort of poured down his waist on both sides, stretching out.
Then he could feel it moving onto the back of his waist, underneath
him.  He felt it squishing on his back, and then finally it was like a
belt all around him, from his belly to his back, a few inches wide.
More spaghetti-shaped tubes came from it and slithered over his body.
He watched as three of the tubes moved towards his dick.  They wiggled
and writhed and left glistening stuff on his skin as they moved towards
his dick.  One started wrapping itself around his shaft, which was still
limp.  The other two wrapped themselves around his scrotum and balls.

"We are taking you, Warden," Gina said to him.

The tube around his dick starting moving and squeezing a bit tighter,
firming the grip.  Warden watched it, he was still so woozy he didn't
understand any of this.

More tubes ran up his chest, and near his neck, and up his spread arms,
down his legs.  Warden felt them underneath him now, between his skin
and the car's hood.  He tried to wiggle, but he was tied tight.  All of
a sudden, he felt  the tubes pushing and wriggling at his armpits.
Hard, this time, they were pushing hard, and he felt pricks in his
armpits, then inside them, and then deeper in, inside his shoulders he
could feel the tubes wriggling.  He knew the tubes had poked inside of
him, but he was still so numb from the drug.

Now more tubes grew out from the unit around his waist, and crawled up
his chest, to his face.  Warden watched them, there was nothing he could
do.  They started sliding all over his face, leaving their trails of
glistening shimmer on it.  He felt his dick and balls then, and the
tubes around it.  He looked down there, and they had wrapped his dick
like a corkscrew, and mostly covered his balls.  There were more than
three tubes on his dick now, lots more than three.  The tubes squeezed
just a bit, and then started moving.  To the right, slowly, then to the
left.  Then again.  Then, all of a sudden, the tubes when wild - the
started slinging his dick left and right, up and down, faster and
faster.  Warden watched and felt what was happening.  The tubes wrapped
around his dick were slinging it all over, in every direction.  Left and
right, it slapped against it legs.  Up and down, it slapped against his
belly.  He could hear the slapping sounds it was making -- it almost
hurt,  but the tubes wrapped around it almost completely now seemed to
cushion the blows.  Faster and faster it went, slap slap slap left and
right, up and down, like some kind of invisible boxer was punching is
dick like a punching bag.  Warden felt the units on his face writhing
all over his face now, slick and slippery.  On his legs, too, and on his
chest, neck, arms, feet, back and everywhere else now.  They were all
over him.  Pricking him too, he could feel them entering his skin and
going under the skin and deeper inside.  It didn't hurt, but it wasn't
comfortable at all..

"We are taking you, Warden," Gina said, and she grabbed his chin and
pulled his face towards her.  "We are taking you."   The fatter tube
leading to the dromatter box was pulsing now, and the dromatter box
seemed slightly larger.  Tubes were sliding all over hi.  He felt the
slick sliding everywhere, on his fingers, butt, tangling in his hair,
everywhere.

"We are from the future, Warden," Gina said.  "We are the takers now."

Warden felt it as the tubes stopped slapping his dick around and became
somewhat quieter.  He looked down there as he felt the tubes moving
towards the head of his dick.  He watched as one of the tubes wiggled
all around the head of his dick - then the end that tube started
wiggling right near the hole at the tip, the hole where he pee'd.  It
wiggled more and more, and then it went in the hole.  Warden felt it
push in, inch by inch, into the inside of his dick - it was writhing and
wriggling the whole way.  Further and further in it went, and then
Warden could feel it inside his belly, wiggling around inside his
bladder.  More and more of the tube went inside him, he just watched, he
could do nothing.

Tubes from the unit now covered him more and more - the glistening films
was on every part of him now, the dromatter tubes were sliding all over
him.  He felt more pricks all over as they pierced his skin - pricks on
his arms, legs, toes, fingers, scalp, his throat, and he could even feel
the tubes as they penetrated into his throat and chest, everywhere now.
He felt one or more squirming around his butt, then in it went too, and
he could feel it moving deeper and deeper inside him.  In every part of
him, Warden could feel the tubes now - both on his skin, and inside his
body, because they were all going into him all over.

Two larger tubes now formed from the unit around his waist - one went
straight, past his neck, and pushed at his mouth.  Warden tried to keep
his mouth shut but this thing was strong, and it pushed his teeth apart,
and went into his mouth - then inside his throat - then further down,
inside his stomach.  Warden was nearly overcome, he felt the tubes
inside his pecker, wiggling all around, even inside his bladder, and up
his anus, and inside his mouth now and down in his stomach. Part of the
larger tube in his mouth squished all around, pushing his teeth, pulling
at them, wrapping around his tongue, squeezing and pulsing, even as the
rest of that one was doing stuff inside his throat and stomach.

The second larger tube slid down to his crotch, touched the tip of his
dick -- which was already wrapped with the tubes and had one  going
inside of it into his bladder --  and it kept going, engulfing his whole
pecker inside the big tube, and further down, it engulfed his whole
crotch, scrotum, balls, and all.

Three more huge tubes now came from the unit.  Two went up, and latched
onto Warden's nipples, one slid over to the side and moved towards the
dromatter box Rick had put beside the car.  The tube attached itself to
the dromatter box - now there were two tubes hooked to that, and they
both pulsed, one seemed to be pumping from Warden into the box, the
other pumping out and back towards Warden.

"We are from the future, Warden.  We have brought these things from the
future so we can take what we want.  So we can do what we want."

Warden could barely understand her now.  Electrical jolts had started
coming from the tubes now - on his dick, on his nipples, in his mouth,
up his butt, inside his bladder.  They got stronger and faster, and were
making him twitch, only he was tied  down and couldn't twitch much.  The
large tubes at his nipples pushed hard, harder, harder, and then they
went in, Warden felt them sort of pass through the skin of his nipples
and get inside, and they kept pushing.

"We are the takers now, Warden.  When we lived in our time, takers came
from our future.  They weren't too different from us, Warden, but they
would take from us.  They had technology from the future we couldn't
stop - biologicals, like this unit here on your belly.  They would take
what they wanted, and we could do nothing.  They took me and Rick."

All of a sudden, Warden felt everything start to squeeze on him - all
the tubes were tightening.  The ones wrapped around his legs were
squeezing tighter.  The ones on his arms squeezed tighter.  The one up
his butt got fatter, and the ones around his pecker and balls tightened
until they got rock hard, squeezing him like a machine.  The fat tubes
now on his nipples started pushing and pulsing, and they pushed harder
and further in against his ribs and chest.  He watched those the most,
they were the closest.

"We were lucky, Warden.   Something went wrong with our own Taker.
Terribly wrong for him, and he died, we don't know why.  That was the
only time a Taker has ever become dead, Warden.  All this was far in the
future.  We got his things, his items, his technology, and came back to
in the past, to your "now" and now we are "taking" you. "

Warden felt the small tubes all over - writhing, wiggling, all over his
skin, inside his body.  The large tubes now started pushing and pulling
- his dick, his rectum, his tongue, his throat, his head, everywhere,
there was stuff happening everywhere and he was tied down on the hood of
the car and couldn't do anything to stop it.

"All of our Taker's things were from the future, Warden.  When he died,
we got them all.  We decided to go further into the past, further than
any Taker has ever gone.  So now we are here, and now you are feeling
the same kind of things we did when our Taker took us.  He told us that
he was the Taker - He said he was from the future, and that with his
items, he would `Take' us and do with us what he wanted.  And he did, we
couldn't stop him."

"Now we have his `Items' and we have come to `Take' you."

"Now WE are the Takers, and we are TAKING you and you can't stop us,
anymore than we could stop them from taking us!"

WHANG!!! Warden felt a shock throughout his whole body, and  that rocked
him, and stunned him for a few minutes. WHANG!!! WHANG!!! WHANG!!!   And
he was stunned -- the tubes just squeezed tight and strong, tighter and
tighter, it hurt now, it hurt.

He could barely see now, it was all just gray splotches.  His vision
came back, bit by bit.  He looked down, the fat tubes from his mouth
were pumping stuff out of his body into the unit around his waist.  He
could feel the same thing happening inside his rectum, waves pumping
from inside him out his butt through the tube.  The waist unit was
filling, and then pumping stuff into the dromatter box Rick had brought
out. It was also pumping lots of the stuff right back into Warden's body
again.

"We will save your extra dromatter, Warden -- we will use it later,"
said Gina , as she watched the tubes covering all of Warden's body now.
The dromatter box became fuller and fuller, Warden at the same time
became smaller in places, and bigger in others.  The tubes were sucking
parts of his body mass into the dromatter tubes and into the dromatter
box.

Warden could barely see anymore, tubes were sliding on his eyes now. He
got a blurry glimpse of the large tube that had engulfed his pecker, it
was shrinking down and pumping into the unit at his waist.  He had
little pain anymore as all this happened - he could feel the
spaghetti-sized tubes still writing and wriggling on his skin, and
inside his body.  He could feel the big tube in his mouth, and down his
throat, pumping stuff out from his insides into the dromatter box, all
the while wriggling and writhing inside his mouth.  He felt the big
tubes now on his chest -- he watched them, the tubes filled his nipples
with dromatter and they grew, bigger and bigger, and the rest of his
body shrunk, and even shortened.

Now, Warden felt the tubes covering his balls slithering all around,
squeezing, and moving.  He looked down, and he saw no pecker, no dick.
There was nothing there except the tubes, maybe three or four dozen of
the small ones, and the one larger one, coming from his crotch to the
unit on his waist, squiggling and squirming all around.  The large tube
now was up inside him, inside his crotch.  The little tubes were
scrabbling around his now-empty groin, and he could feel them doing
stuff, and he was changing and he knew it now.  He watched his crotch,
with all the tubes, and he was watching them between the mounds he was
now growing on his chest.  He saw the whole scene of his groin between
two ever-increasing nipples and breasts, and they were his.  Dozens more
small tubes were scrabbling all around his nipples and chest - on top of
them, and under the skin, pumping the dromatter into them.  The tubes at
his groin were pumping dromatter away.  He felt his face - things were
happening there - dromatter coming in, dromatter  coming out, and he
knew he was changing.  The same with his legs, his arms, his hips, his
throat, everywhere, everywhere he was changing and the dromatter was
moving into him, and out of him.

He felt the dromatter tubes all inside of his body now - all over his
insides, In his stomach, in his groin, inside his nose,  pushing and
pulling on his lips, his legs, feet and toes, his stomach - yes, all
inside all of his stomach -- even on his fingers, toes, and teeth - and
now they were going into his ears, pushing harder and harder there, and
then in further, inside his head, and he was getting a headache, so
strong of a headache, and the tubes went into his brain. Now the tube
that had wiggled down inside into his bladder was going so strong now he
felt vibrations - somehow big heavy ones, and small little ones both at
the same time.  The big vibrations got so big he couldn't
figure..............DAMN ! ! !  His whole body rocked, from his groin to his
nipples to his head and to his feet,  and everything was alive, rocking
and jolting him, electric pulses again now, and the tubes in his ears
and head pushed, and his headache got stronger and stronger and tubes
squeezing and thatllllllllllllllll.... .... .... ....... ........ ...... .

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