Message-ID: <36514asstr$1021543805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: begonespam@aol.comdom (Adrian Hunter) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20020516022401.02395.00008655@mb-fc.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 16 May 2002 06:24:01 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Liquidity by Adrian Hunter (bd, noncon, sci-fly) Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 06:10:05 -0400 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, dennyw Liquidity By Adrian Hunter "Whoa, dudes. Bitchin' costumes!" Dav nodded and surreptitiously stuck a feeler into Steev's private comm port. "See, I told you!" Dav uploaded in boldface. "They think we're part of the party." "We're going to spend the rest of our fucking lives on a methane asteroid," Steev replied. "If we're lucky." "Don't be a...what's the word they use on this rock?" Dav asked as he queried the planet's international data network through one of his antennas. Such a dramatic innovation for the species, and they'd already made it wireless. "Hard-nosed realist? Paranoid fatalist? Convicted felon?" "Here it is..."~Republican,'" Dav said. "C'mon, let's mingle. Circulate. Imbibe. Engage in lighthearted conversation with the holi poli." "You're forgetting that we're pretty limited in the audio department in this ecosystem. And would you please shut down the thesaurus already?" "Sorry, sir," Dav harrumphed as he resumed scrutinizing the attendees. Many promising females on the loose tonight. A veritable fortune in long, limber legs, not to mention the jewels between them. Okay, Dav muttered to himself, so it was strictly forbidden to consciously place themselves in the midst of a planet's sentient inhabitants. Grounds for termination. "Or worse," Dav clicked out loud as his olfactory glands flared at the thought of what passed for atmosphere on most planets. Then again, their plan was significantly more illegal than a few errant drone comets. Steev shot a tentacle in front of Dav's center eye and gestured to the back of the room. Dozens of revelers swirled in a miasma of smoke, music and laughter, all dressed in what they presumed to be outlandish costumes. Based on the information Steev accessed earlier from their Internet, the two soldiers understood the process to be a fantasy-fulfillment ritual that was traditionally held between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. Surprisingly, they weren't the only attendees who looked like giant insects, although none of their fellow anthropoids sported functional wings. "Are you guys from Hollywood?" their new buddy continued chattering. "Those costumes look like something from a movie set. Man, how did you get them so realistic? Musta cost a fortune, huh? Definitely gonna get ya laid, that's fer sure." Dav tried to force his mouth into an approximation of a smile without baring his multiple rows of teeth. He changed his left eye to infrared as he started scanning the female Steev had targeted. His sensors reported she was clothed from head to toe in the processed mammal hides known in the region's language as "leather," adorned with metal containment devices that served as both decoration and function; all sorts of hooks and clasps and buckles and padlocks keeping the material pressed close to her body. Switching to analog vision, he noted her costume was representative of the peculiar style called "bondage" that he and Steev had examined in great detail on the global network. Very promising indeed, he told himself. With all those cuffs and even a collar, she was well on her way to being properly prepared for transport. Dav deduced she was attractive by Earth standards. And the infrared indicated a plentiful source of silk where her legs connected with her nutrition-processing and reproductive organs. He popped a feeler into Steev's port and uploaded a quick affirmative. "Agreed," his friend replied, motioning to the exit. They made their way through the Halloween party, pausing only to inspect a giant spider decoration which they mistook for a repair aphid gone rogue, and headed through the main door. Once on the sidewalk, they strolled casually, a significant accomplishment for seven-foot quadrupeds fighting excessive gravity, until they found a suitable alleyway to duck down. Once they were sure they weren't being observed, Dav and Steev unfurled their wings and buzzed straight up into the cool night air. Reaching an altitude of several hundred feet in seconds, they settled into a hover pattern above the entrance to the party, and waited for their prey to emerge. "How do you want to do it this time?" Steev messaged to Dav as he pivoted his right eye across the starry sky in search of inquisitive perimeter scouts. "Scare her to death? Or maybe we should just scare her to death. Hey, I know...let's scare her to death! Seemed to work fine the last three times we tried it." "Your input has been gratefully logged, formatted, tagged and archived," Dav blasted back in a flurry of italics. "Besides, that kind of life-function seizure is a form of natural selection. If the prospect goes terminal on first contact, it's unlikely she'll make it into the transport unit, much less survive the voyage home, much less...well, let's just consider ourselves lucky the first attempts self-aborted." "Oh, is that what you're calling murder now?" "Steev, you are more than welcome to fly yourself and your negative attitude back to the polar base, where you can finish your tour of duty, not to mention your life, without giving this operation a second thought. Besides, we did not kill those three women. No direct link was established." "Except visual." "Impossible to prove." "It might help if you weren't so ugly, Dav." "No complaints from the breeder pens yet." "That's because you've never set foot in one." "Have so!" "When?" "My father took me." "Figures. Nothing like having a regent in the family to grease the wheels of social progress. Speaking of whom, what's Dav 1.0 going to say when he finds out about your little vacation here? The border sentries at the base aren't as dumb as we think." "Youthful indiscretion. We wanted to see the sights. Big deal. He probably did the same thing when he served his duty on Earth, too." "I doubt it, but dream on, Dav. It'll be good practice for all those lonely years we'll be spending on the asteroid. Anyway, we have a bigger problem, namely the tendency of our prey to auto-destruct when they're engaged in a friendly chat with a brand-new species." "Agreed." Dav allowed his internal database to make random connections while Steev continued his surveillance. "You know those information zones about "~bondage' that we found on their network?" Dav finally asked, the fractal bitstream patterns having coalesced into a workable solution. "I noticed a lot of them featured females with leather devices covering their eyes, and even their entire faces. Maybe something like that would prove useful during preliminary processing." "And how exactly were you planning to secure this apparatus to her head? "~Oh, pardon me, would you please swathe your skull before we convey you from this planet through an interstellar anomaly?'" "Steev, you will always be my favorite probot. Leave the details to me. First, we have to find one of those ocular disruptors. How much time do you think we have before the fantasy celebration terminates?" "I'm pretty sure events of this nature proceed until their sun appears on the horizon." Dav wiggled an antenna until he picked up the Internet again and pinpointed the location of a retail outlet that sold sexual security accessories like the items worn by the female at the party. "Follow me," he signed off as he disengaged from Steev and began flying west. Few people noticed the twin blurs streaking across the starlit skies, much less bothered to listen to the fluorescent hum overhead. Once the soldiers identified the correct building, Steev liquefied a skylight and Dav followed him inside. "You've got to teach me that heat trick," Dav transmitted as they buzzed down the stairs to the ground floor. "The melting point isn't any higher than what you'd use to blast through an iced-over vac hole. You just have to be careful not to set the rest of the structure on fire. These people still use processed vegetation as construction material for their habitats, even in urban areas like this." "Weird," Dav said as they entered the showroom and switched their eyes to infrared. "And ridiculously dangerous. It's a miracle they've managed to fly higher than their cloud covering." "I heard they're sending unmanned probes to the fourth planet in the system." "Which our flyboys zap for fun," Dav chuckled. "And don't forget the 10 days offline for a verified kill that doesn't terminate the unit," Steev added, picking up a shrink-wrapped buttplug and eying it curiously. "It's some kind of waste containment device," Dav guessed. "The prod is inserted in the female's rectum to prohibit the dispelling of nutrition byproducts. Very handy when it comes to maintaining a clear flow of silk." Steev grabbed several different sizes and stuck them into a leather body bag he found hanging from the ceiling. "We can use it for transporting her to the base," he said as he began examining a nearby arm binder. "Don't go too crazy, Steev. We came for the eye covering, remember? All this big stuff will be too hard to conceal in our gearboxes." "Relax. We'll stash it in the garbage and retrieve it once we land. Besides, I like the looks of this container. Very effective for restraining limb movement." "True," Dav said as he puzzled over a corset. "But I'm sure there are plenty of similar devices back home we can use. After all, the pros have been doing this for years." "Yeah, but it's not like we have a lot of first-hand experience in this department. And don't tell me you've been to a silk farm, because I know for a fact you haven't." Dav had to concede this point. Neither of them had the slightest idea how silk was mined. They only knew they wanted more. Now. Like every inhabitant of Gwar, their input channels were permanently singed from the elders' interminable sermons about the perils of silk. Its addictive qualities. Its danger to the social and economic fabric. How its extraction methods threatened the life-critical operations that had been conducted on the planet its inhabitants called Earth since the time before the bipeds crawled out of their caves, discovered iron and started their headlong rush toward star travel. How wars had been waged over control of Gwar's silk supply. How demand was unlimited. But he and Steev weren't interested in sociobiology, much less black-market profits. They just wanted an endless source for their personal consumption. Like so many fledglings before them, they ignored the lectures and tried silk the first time someone offered a taste. And it was even better than the speeches warned. Ecstatic nirvana. The perfect high. "Like being in love," whatever that meant. There were thousands of fables about the way Earth women were subtracted from the planet's population, most often aboard the tankers that carried the water so desperately needed on Gwar. Once delivered, the females were milked in ways known only to their keepers, who sold the results for whatever the market would bear at the time of harvest, as the potency of silk apparently degraded in a matter of hours. Legends, myths and fairytales, some said. But not those with first-hand experience. Or brain-boiling addictions. Dav saw his friend waving a tentacle from the other side of the store. "Found them," Steev said as he held up a padded blindfold. "And look, here's one that fits over the entire head." Dav took the helmet device from Steev and examined its structure. A smooth sheath of polished cowhide would cover the entire head from the neck up, but there were large openings for the mouth, nose and eyes. No good. But when he handed the helmet back to Steev, he spotted the matching harness apparatus that included a rubber ball mounted on a wide leather plate, plus a padded blindfold and several thick straps that would wrap around, under and over the wearer's head. Once everything was assembled and attached, the human inside wasn't going to see or say anything until someone else decided otherwise. "Great, grab, go," Dav telegraphed. "Sure, but let's pick up a few more things while we're here," Steev said. "Like, these belts could be useful for restraining her during transport." "Okay, and find something else to stifle her aural functions," Dav said. "I've heard they get loud when they're being milked." "Not that we'd know." "We'll do it right this time, I promise," Dav said while Steev filled the body bag with random display items. "You mean you actually have a plan?" "Feel free to continue spending a month's salary on a single dose." "Let's hear it." "While we fly. There might be some sort of silent alarm in this building, and we're going to feel pretty stupid if we have to explain to the regents why we made human contact in this particular location." Once they repositioned themselves high above the party entrance, Steev clicked his irritation at Dav. "Your optimism is admirable, but misguided. There is no fucking way she'll actually do it." "It's worth a chance," Dav said. "Besides, what's the alternative? You melt a window, we grab her and try to pull it over her head? At least my way might give us the element of surprise for a change." "Oh, she'll be surprised alright. Do you really think she'll do it?" "Look, if she doesn't, we swing down and snatch it back before we go in. Agreed?" Steev stared at the moon and sighed. "I'm starting to think withdrawal will be a pleasurable option." "Look, coming through the portal," Dav said. "Is that her? It is. Engaging tracking function." "Remember me fondly," Steev mouthed to the stars as he shot off in pursuit his friend. Shadowing her taxi's progress through the streets, Dav realized he was going to have very little time to determine where she lived and plant the bait. Fortunately, the cab pulled up to a big apartment building with a very obvious entrance, so he was able to swoop down and drop the leather helmet and harness on the sidewalk while she fumbled with her purse. "She's getting out...she's heading for the door...she's just about to step on it..." "My eyes are functioning, thank you," Steev said. "Look, she's seen it...she's bending over..." "Didn't you just say...she picked it up! She's looking around...she definitely knows what it is...she stuffed it into her purse." Dav turned to Steev and grinned. "All systems appear to be responding positive. Increasing infrared intensity. You can apologize later." They followed her journey up the elevator to a floor near the top of the building, then deduced the approximate location of her apartment when she paused at the front door before unlocking it. "That's the one," Steev said as he pointed at a series of windows. "Great, the dwelling doesn't face the street. But let's be certain it's hers before we go in." "Don't get too close to the window," Dav said. "Keep moving so she can't get a visual lock." "There she is!" The two soldiers watched as the woman entered her apartment and went directly into the bathroom, where she remained for half an hour while they fluttered outside her windows. When she re-emerged, she was naked and glistening from the residue of a long, hot bath. "Perfect," Dav said as he zoomed his optic fibers. "Nothing to get in the way of a quick taste." "I liked her better when she was wearing the animal skin," Steev said, trying to hide his disappointment. He found Earth inhabitants to be frightfully ugly when separated from their cloth coverings...so pink and larval. "You can dress her up like a maternal gadget when we get back," Dav said. "For now, let's just...look! She's picking it up again." The young men watched as the woman closely examined the leather helmet, running her fingers across the padded blindfold and ball gag, testing its tensile strength and tugging on its laces. "She's hooked," Steev practically panted. "She's going to try it on. Get ready to engage." Dav shot a tentacle in front of Steev's multiplexed eyes. "Steady there. Give her time to enjoy it. She thinks she's completely alone, so she's not going to be shy." Dav and Steev thrummed impatiently as their quarry pulled open the flaps in the back of the helmet, slipped the leather over her hair, then stretched her hands backward and started tugging on the laces. "Ready...set..." "No!" Dav chirped shrilly. "Wait until she's finished." They watched the woman poke the ends of the laces through the series of metal-lined holes and pull them tight. When she reached the bottom of the flaps, she carefully tied the cord into a bow behind her head, then ran her hands lovingly across her leather-covered cheeks and under her chin. She picked up the harness and manipulated the ball into her mouth. Once she got used to its girth, she began buckling the straps around her neck, under her chin and behind her head, occasionally making them even tighter. When she was satisfied with the results, she secured the blindfold over her eyes and sighed audibly. A flurry of heartbeats later, she let her arms drop to her sides. After her breathing returned to a pace that approximated normal, one of her hands reached up to her bare breasts and found a nipple. Dav convinced himself he could already smell her silk, even though he wasn't altogether sure it even had a scent. "Go!" Steev flew to the window and placed a feeler against it, dissolving the glass into a puddle of translucent goo. Once inside, Dav dumped out the contents of the body bag onto the floor while Steev grabbed the woman's wrists with his main pincers. "Quick, get her into those restraints," Steev barked at Dav. "Start with her lower limbs." The ball gag muffled the woman's shrieks while Dav wrapped and secured a long leather belt around her ankles. "Great, now stick her feelers into that leather pouch...behind her back, not in front." Steev wrestled with their captive as she thrashed in terror while Dav tightened the buckles on the arm binder until her elbows were practically touching. "Such a strange society," Dav commented as he added another belt around her quivering thighs. "It wasn't that long ago when half the planet treated the other half as property for real. And now they indulge in voluntary slavery for fashion and sexual thrills." "It's a pretty interesting way to demonstrate physical affection," Steev agreed. "Although it's not like there's any shortage of weirdness when it comes to this kind of activity." Dav couldn't help free-associating while they maneuvered the still-squirming female into the body bag. It was hard enough to experience physical sensations on Gwar beyond hunger, thirst, pain and exhaustion. But silk was a sunshine laser that made you feel like you were going to explode from the sheer wonder of it all. And nothing was going to keep Dav from reveling in that exquisite sensation several times a day, every day"-unless they accidentally damaged their new property, he realized with a start as the female tried one last furtive kick before Steev pulled the bag's main zipper all the way down to her feet. "There, nothing to it," Dav said as they admired their package gleaming in the reflected light from the still-open door to the bathroom. "She probably thinks she's being kidnapped by her boyfriend," Steev said from the bedroom as he searched for another bag for the leftover accessories from the store. "I read something on their Internet about this kind of sex game. "~Damsel in distress,' I believe they call it." "She'll know the truth soon enough," Dav said as he bent down to find a handle on the mass of twitching leather. "But better distress than dying of stress. Let's head back to the fucking icefarm before that boyfriend shows up for real." Steev helped Dav mount the body bag over his shoulder, then picked up her backpack that now held the bondage gear they had appropriated earlier. "Last stop on the salvation express," Steev announced as they made their way to the melted window. "From here through eternity, we're officially criminals." "Beats being a prisoner of your worst desires," Dav said as he pushed off the hardwood floor and headed for the nearest cloud. ### Copyright (C) 2002 by Adrian Hunter. All rights reserved. Please do not repost or repurpose without permission. ******************* AdrianHunter.com Superlative bondage fiction, including our brand-new BDSM novel, "Once Bitten" http://www.adrianhunter.com Correspondence: adrian (underscore) hunter (at) hotmail (dot) com -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+