Message-ID: <34376asstr$1009768202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200112301615.LAA18710@despammed.com> From: cyberczar@despammed.com X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 11:15:45 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [4/5] Hard Rain (MF, Fdom, nc, mc, scifi) Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 22:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Chapter 4 Purgatory John spent the next several weeks confined, stimulated, dazed, and exhausted. Sexual climaxes take a lot out of a man, and being forced to orgasm four times each hour for weeks on end was draining him physically, emotionally, and sexually. His alien captors had to remix the nutrient supply they were feeding him so his body could keep up with their demand. He was ingesting pure protein, vitamins, and minerals at this point. His body concerned them in only one regard: the production of semen. He was also no longer having fantasies. His body, immune to the psychiatric effects of the alien's computers which tried to force him into several various fantasies was having no effect any more. He just layed on his table, restrained, and in a state of pleasurable orgasmic consciousness. One day, red lights and a siren flashed around him as workers rushed to his floor. The pipe which ran down the length of the corridor ruptured due to the increasing pressure and volume of semen which it was now carrying. On the floor lay gallons and gallons of sticky juice from he, and his other male captive counterparts as the women tried desperately to patch and clean it up. John wondered if any of his fellow captives were aware of what was happening like he was. Another day, a female worker accidentally brushed the underside of the Kitarian man who was also on the same floor with him, sending him into another sexual frenzied eruption. The build up of semenic pressure inside his loins forced out the cathode which was only reinserted into his genitals two weeks prior, causing him to shoot his load clear across the room, hitting another man. He couldn't help but smile at the predicament the Kitarian was in, and how humorous he found it. Later on that week, two female workers approached his bed. ``Remove the cathode from his left appendage,'' one worker said. ``What are you going to do, Tera?'' said another. ``I need to sample his output to make sure the quality is holding up.'' He felt a burning sensation in his left organ as he felt the woman grab his shaft and pull out the catheter. ``He's not due for another ejection for 5 minutes.'' said the first. The two women spent the next several minutes chatting about their work, and lovers. ``I can't believe how much semen prices are rising,'' said Tera. ``What do you mean, Hela?'' ``I bought a new cruiser, when I went to fill it up at the fuel station, semen prices were 25 credits per liter!'' ``Look, he's twitching.'' ``Good, he must almost be ready for his ejection.'' Hela said as she placed her lips around the head of his shaft. Like clockwork, John felt a buildup of sexual tension in his loins as his three gonads again retracted into his pelvis. Arching his hips, and tensing up, he was powerless to prevent the release of his sexual juices as they were expelled, with great force, out of his organs. Hela wasn't quite prepared for the voracity and amount of fluid which was expelled from him, and tried desperately to ingest it as fast as it was coming but was having little luck. As large amounts of John's semen flowed out of him, into her mouth, blue milky juice spilled out and ran down her cheek. ``Mmmmm,'' Hela said. ``Perfect!'' ``How come I never get to do any quality control?'' asked Tera. ``Rank does have its privileges, my dear,'' she said, as she was wiping off the excess with her fingers. ``Go ahead and reinsert the cathode, I'll be in my office masturbating.'' A slow stream of John's love juice was still coming out from his left shaft. ``Rank my ass,'' Tera said. ``She's only got her rank because she's rug munching with her boss.'' John was startled next when he felt a wet tongue on his shaft. ``Better get you cleaned up,'' she said as she started to lick him. This was a sensation he hadn't felt in a very long time, and couldn't help but moan in response to the pleasures he was feeling. ``You obviously like this,'' she said. Running her tongue through his pee-hole she couldn't help but exclaim, ``God, you taste so good!'' She positioned herself so she could rest her chin on his stomach, and gently take his shaft into her mouth. Like a baby suckling on a mother's nipple, the sucked on his hard flesh, drawing the last remaining drops of his blue juice from deep inside him. Satisfied he was milked dry, she reinserted the cathode deep within his shaft, patted him on his chest, and walked away. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+