Message-ID: <41857asstr$1050307804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: shadowloup@hotmail.com (Shadowloup) X-Original-Message-ID: <9828ef55.0304132208.3d6c60be@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 14 Apr 2003 06:08:57 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 13 Apr 2003 23:08:56 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} (NEW) Dr. Screw 1/2 (sci fi, m/f, aliens, humor) Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 04:10:04 -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 Greetings. You must be physically and metaphysically old enough to read this. I'm sure your children are fine, I just have no wish to raise them. Anyone other than ASSTR who wishes to use this story for whatever purpose should contact me, since I can actually prove I wrote it. Everyone else, please enjoy. Constructive feedback is always welcome. If you like it, please visit my website at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shadowloup/www. Doctor Screw (Part 1 of 2) by Shadowloup ____ / \ ( )===O \ / HHHH I I====E / \ I I I I I I Prologue Bernard Binkle was a man with a kinky itch that needed some serious scratching. Fast. Which explained his peculiar half walking, half running gait as he made his way to level Q, the lowest habitable level of space station Byzantium III. Other factors in his strange speedy waddle were the lessened gravity in this section of the ship and his growing "third leg". But the aggravation would be worth it if the rumors of a new sex shop where the women did not charge for their services were true. Binkle needed to find out. Right, then left, then another left onto the long hallway which led to Binkle's now second favorite sex shop, the Porno Palace. It felt to Binkle like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, if his dick didn't burst out of his slacks first. And there it was, the Ochre Rose. The terminus of his sojourn, the holy grail of his quest, sitting right next to the Porno Palace. Neon tubes spelling out "the Ochre Rose" flickered, creating a slow motion strobe effect. Crumpled condoms, wrinkled papers, and other detritus of life in the lower regions of a space station littered the shop's front. Binkle pressed the entrance way's doorbell. Exactly five seconds after the ring, a voice came over the speaker. "DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?" screamed a voice suffering from extreme electronic distortion. Maybe the speaker was broken, Binkle thought. "Of course," he answered. Now the door opened with a self-satisfied sniff of air, and Binkle walked into the brothel of his dreams. Detailed murals depicting scenes of women flagellating men covered the walls. Ornate mirrors, plush velvet drapes and plastic-covered couches were the decor. There was even a dry bar filling one entire wall. There were no other humans however. Suddenly a tall, cylindrical object floated into Binkle's view. It was a meter and a half tall and phallic-shaped, its bulbous head decorated with shiny metallic studs. Two short, stubby mechanical stick arms jetted out from its sides. Now that he knew what to look for, Binkle saw dozens of these things in the room, floating on carpets of air. He frowned. He didn't go for homoeroticism. "NEW SPECIMEN HAS ARRIVED!" the machine in front of Binkle shouted. It's voice sounded human, if that human were transmitting his voice through a really shitty speaker brimming with urine with no bass channel. Binkle's ears ached from the heavy electronic distortion alone. "How much?" Binkle asked. "MONETARY PAYMENT IS UNNECESSARY, HUMANOID SCUM!" Binkle's face brightened. "Excellent!" he said. "SPECIMEN WILL STEP THIS WAY!" the machine ordered, gesturing with one of its skeletal metal arms towards a green door at the rear of the shop. Binkle took the hint and started walking. "Is this going to be an experimentation scenario?" he asked over his shoulder. "YES!" The machine behind him aimed its other skeletal arm at Binkle. Metal petals blossomed from the end, revealing a hollow barrel. It fired a green beam, which struck Binkle in the ass. Binkle let loose an orgasmic groan. His knees buckled as his cum spurted out. His prick felt like it was covered in fire. It felt so good it hurt. "Yeah!" he yelled, between gasps as he lay on the floor. "Experiment away on me baby!" Chapter 1 Byzantium III floated in the normal space-time continuum at the intersection of three twisted branches of hyperspace. The deep-space platform housed the powerful gates accessing these hyperspace regions. Physically it resembled a globe of dough which had been kneaded until it was closer to a cylindrical shape. Its flat ends allowed easier docking access while its rotating outer edges provided artificial gravity for the residents. The huge station looked like a vast suppository for a huge interstellar beast, which was fitting since asteroid minors considered this section of space to be the ass-end of the universe. They also used the ship as a stop-off point for their sexual endeavors, and joked that Byzantium III was "mankind's last, best hope for piece of ass." Xenosexologists abounded, licensed professionals with enough anatomical knowledge about the various races to get even the most non-sexual species to spawn. Alien races regarded the station highly enough to trade as well as host a small diplomatic contingencies. In short, Byzantium III was a country unto itself in the wilds of space, free from prying governments. Even the mysterious multi-trillionaire J. Paul Gotti had purchased the upper ring of one side of the station to live out a life of solitude, oblivious to any rumors about his activities. Deep below Byzantium III's outermost level was level Q, where the gravity lessened and the long hallways traversing the ship's axis began to hint at the true cylindrical nature of the ship. There, on a hallway in the red-light district, was a little pornographic shop called the Porno Palace. For years the Palace had been run by an old geezer crustier than the drippings on his floor. When he had retired, he had left control of the shop to his assistant, a lean yet busty young woman named Alexis whom he originally hired for her skin-tight pants. Alexis was currently surveying the well-worn rug of the Palace, ignoring the patrons who ogled the skin-tight black bike-pants painted onto her pleasantly shapely rump. She wore a white g-string panty over the pants, and a black leather coat draped over her shoulders framed her purple tube-top. She had hair black as interstellar space, and green eyes. The rug had to go, Alexis decided. It was mangy, threadbare, and stained with decades of fluids whose origins she didn't care to theorize about. Now that she had unpacked the shipment of humanoid sex robots, her day was free and her only task was to ring up the customers, discourage five-fingered discounts and deter pervs from doing the five-knuckle shuckle in the many holographic porno and virtual reality booths. To keep from being bored out of her skull, Alexis began a half-assed inventory. The intelligent dildos were in place, as were the sexual stimulants, gels, lotions, potions, leather gear, lycra gear, rubber gear, bust-expanders and dick-enhancers. In the central area stood two racks of VR mindchips and holographic tapes. Beyond these were the male and female sexbots Behind them was the costume area. Resting on the clear front cash wrap was a display of super-intelligent prophylactics, powered by sexual effluvia and advertised as being telepathically aware so they could slip out of wallets and onto sex organs. It was at this point in her ruminations that Alexis's roommate Bambi entered the shop, holding the hand of a small, gnome-sized being with a face like a naked mole rat. The being was clad in a trench coat, the front of which arched up ferociously, threatening the ceiling. Bambi was a xeno-sexual biologist and orgasmic engineer. Next to the short, dark being, who must be one of her clients, the tall elegant blond looked incongruous. One of the being's hands had slipped under Bambi's fitted cream skirt and the cloth by her crotch was undulating. Bambi's face was turning red. "Alexis! Thank god! I need a place to take care of a client," Bambi said. "Use a hotel room." "I can't! This is an emergency. He's an Euphorian, and I made the mistake of letting him feel up my ass. Now he's so excited he's ready to burst. Literally! If he doesn't come soon there's going to be sperm and guts everywhere." Alexis sighed, and gestured to a small office behind the front counter. "Use the cot in the back. And no stains!" Bambi gave a thankful smile and ushered her distressed client past the counter and through the door. Five seconds after the door shut Alexis heard voracious sucking sounds emanate from behind it. Alexis sighed again. Sometimes her roommate was a little too enthusiastic at her job. Alexis had previously been an orgasmic engineer herself, but opted for the slightly less hectic lifestyle of management. She was employed and her own boss. And she didn't have to be a sex plaything. Although there were times when she harbored secret fantasies of being a glamorous porno starlet. Many of the customers said she was beautiful enough to do so. And some had even propositioned her. These thoughts reminded Alexis that she was going to have to take a trip to the Byzantium Security Force to obtain the pertinent zoning permits to keep the Palace open. She wondered if the Frigadier or one of his underlings would demand a quick humjob to make certain those permits were not lost. A sound like a dinosaur having a very messy orgasm filled the shop. It came from somewhere beyond the large rack of gaudy plastic sex aids, towards the rear where the older interactive booths sat. Some of the browsing customers looked about for the noise, but no one was too disturbed. Fearing that a water main had burst, Alexis made her way to the back. The row of squat virtual reality booths seemed intact, and none were in use, their doors wide open. But something was out of place. Alexis walked up the aisle. Yes, there at the far end was an antique beta-wave porno booth, the dingy, cheap plastic veneer of pseudo-wood around its door looked out of place against the genteel shabbiness of the Palace's original booths. There was a well-worn placard in the holder on the booth's side advertising the movie "Ton-O'-Cum, your one stop ejaculation station". A threadbare pink curtain obscured the entrance. From behind this curtain a man emerged. He was possibly tall, but walked with a stooped, hunched-over gate. He wore loose Bermuda shorts and a loose, gaily colored Hawaiian shirt. He might have been in his mid-forties, and his curly brown hair had the stiff sheen of cheap mousse. In his left hand he held a clear, fluted glass filled with some liquid that supported a jaunty little paper umbrella. A slight smell of mind-altering substances clung to his clothes. He peered around, a broad grin with all the white energy of an exploding nova flashed across his face. "Now this is a vacation spot. Maybe it's not Haight-Ashbury...," he said. His voice was low, warm and slightly slurred. His eyes were bright and intelligent, peering out from a pair of thin wire-rimmed glasses whose lenses had a light brown tint. He displayed just a hint of mischief as he perused Alexis's body in a long, lustful gaze. His stare was briefly captured by her muscled ass and her jutting boobs. Eventually his gaze came back to her eyes. "Hello there," he said. His smile was again nova-like, and his teeth nearly glowed in the shabby gloom of the porn shop. "Hello yourself," Alexis responded in her best cold-water voice. "You had best not have been wanking in there, or I'll call security and have your ass thrown out." "Wanking in there? Where?" The stranger seemed a little mystified, and turned to face the old porn cubicle. "Ooohh! You mean in there. I never wank in there. Well, sometimes I do, but I can usually find some female companion so it rarely comes to that. Though I do frequently come. But so do my companions," Once again he smiled at Alexis. "You mean you were screwing women in there? We could lose our license with that, you ass!" Alexis was not happy at the possibility of losing the shop over a zoning violation. Feeling guilty, she shot a look towards the back room where Bambi still serviced her client. "Would you like to ride my JOINT?" the stranger asked. "What?" Alexis's dark eyebrows squinted in anger. "My JOINT," the stranger said, gesturing to the antique porno booth. "Or rather, my Jovian Organically-Integrated Noisy Transporter." His self-indulgent smile was displayed once again. The stranger pulled aside the curtain with a deft tug. Despite her better judgment, Alexis leaned forward to peer inside. Amazingly, the inner area looked ten times larger than her store. She was still blinking and trying to comprehend the spatial difference when a hand smacked her ass hard, propelling her forward. Alexis yelped, and jumped back, rubbing her injured derriere. "You perv!" she growled. "Welcome to my domain," he said, gesturing towards the room beyond the curtain with the glass in his hand. Still rubbing her smarting tush, Alexis asked, "Your domain? What the hell are you talking about?" "This is my ship," he said, displaying that nova-powered smile. Alexis looked behind the machine and discovered that no power cords connected it to the wall. Either she had never noticed this machine with its optical illusion interior before, or there was truth in what this jerk said. Then again, he did seem bombed out of his mind. "So you use it to travel through space?" she asked. "And time. When I have the gas money. I had to make a pit stop here because I was running dangerously low on prophylactics." "So you're some sort of interstellar traveler?" "Yes. Yes I am. They call me Doc." "Well then," Alexis purred, "come over here Doc, and let me show you how we say hello on Byzantium III." Alexis puckered her lips and leaned forward. The Doc did too. That was when Alexis's foot flew off the floor and into the Doc's crotch. He went down as fast as the gravity in this part of the ship allowed. As he rolled on the floor, groaning and holding his crotch, Alexis leaned over. "Don't you ever spank me without my permission again." "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot," Doc gasped. Chapter 2 Even though they were part machine, the organic-hybrid component of each Dildek meeting in the secondary headquarters of the Ochre Rose was excited. A cloaked ship had just arrived from hyperspace, secretly docking with Byzantium III, allowing the Dildek-Prime Client to disembark. They were now reviewing their plans for space station domination with their peerless leader. "STEP ONE: SUBJUGATION OF FIRST LEVEL OF SHIP. STEP TWO: PLACE OCCUPANTS INTO SEXUAL SLAVEREY. STEP THREE: HARVEST THEIR ENERGY. STEP FOUR: REITERATE WITH NEXT LEVEL OF SHIP. STEP FIVE CONTINUE REITERATION UNTIL ENTIRE SHIP IS UNDER DILDEK DOMINATION!" "EXCELLENT PLAN, THREE-OF-FIVE!" the Dildek-Prime Client said. "IT IS FOUND THAT MALE HOMINIDS HAVE SURPLUS OF CHEMICAL TESTOSTERONE! LEVELS OF THIS CHEMICAL DROP AFTER THE ACT OF EJACULATION! NEW WEAPONRY FASCILITATES EJACULATION!" Three-of-Five continued. "ADDED INCENTIVE: HOMINIDS ENJOY BEING SUBJUGATED! SUCCESS IN OPERATION IS ASSURED!" "MOST EXCELLENT!" replied Dildek-Prime. "OPERATION WILL COMMENCE IMMEDIATELY!" "WE REGRET TO INFORM DILDEK-PRIME THAT WE HAVE NOT YET TESTED OUR HYPOTHESIS OR NEW WEAPON ON FEMALES OF THE SPECIES!" interrupted Dildek Six-of-Nine. "INVASION WILL COMMENCE AS SCHEDULED! BEGIN WITH ROOM IN NEAREST GEOGRAPHICAL PROXIMITY!" roared Dildek-Prime. "EX-SPERMINATE! EX-SPERMINATE!" Three secondary slave Dildeks fired their lasers at the Byzantium III wall. ***** In the Porno Palace, Alexis wondered what she was going to do with this new customer who called himself "the Doc". He had spent the last hour perusing the smut, ogling the fuckbots, even copped a feel of the tit on one of them, all the while chortling at the terrible puns in the vid titles. He was also secretly ogling Alexis's ass when he thought she wasn't looking. Adding to Alexis's consternation was Bambi's ongoing administrations to the Euphorian's needs. They had been at it for over 45 minutes. The squeaky cot springs and squeals of delight could be heard through the wall. Some patrons had heard and were surreptitiously making their way closer to the cash register while perusing the smut. Worse still, the noises were starting to make Alexis uncomfortably wet. Her lower lips seemed to stick to her tight shorts. An acrid, oily stench of burning latex caught her attention. Looking around, Alexis noticed one of the shop walls start to sag. She was walking over to investigate when the panel gave way, falling into a display of leather bondage goods with a horrific crash Alexis felt in her bank account. A penile-looking automation hovered in the new opening, its carpet of air blowing tendrils of smoke all over. It casually floated through the smoldering hole. Two more appeared behind it. All had short, hollow, metallic skeletal arms, which they pointed forward. The lead Dildek aimed at Alexis. The two others trained their arms at two surprised shoppers. "EX-SPERMINATE!" commanded the lead machine. High pitched whines slashed through the air as three green lasers burst forth from the arms. The two patrons let loose screams of orgasmic delight as their knees gave out. They collapsed onto the floor, writhing in bliss, their hips bucking uncontrollably, white fluids leaking out the crotches of their pants. Alexis was also hit. Unlike the men, she stared wild-eyed, her nipples nearly bursting through her tight tube top, her soaking wet crotch staining her lycra shorts. "Oh sweet fuck!" she said, one hand grasping a tit, the other groping her crotch. Her breath came in ragged pants. "SECONDARY FEMALE SUBJECT NOT INCAPACITATED BY RAY! REVERT TO STANDARD LASER!" The Doc, who had been studying a rack of discounted virtual reality chips, stepped into the aisle. "Is this a private orgy, or can anyone come?" he said with a smile. "IT IS THE DOCTOR! EXTERMINATE!" said the Supreme-client Dildek. Two Dildeks trained their other arms at the now retreating Doc. Twin red laser beams burned lines across the walls, making the panels smolder and erupt into small fires. Somewhere an emergency klaxon throbbed. It was accompanied by a cheery female automated voice who stated, "You have two minutes to vacate the premises before initiation of fire suppression program. The fire doors will close and the oxygen will be vented from the room." Bambi staggered out of the back room, looking sweaty and disheveled, one boob bouncing out of her bra as she attempted to pull her skirt back down around her hips. She was followed by the trenchcoat-clad Euphorian, who still resembled a naked mole rat, but one that was satiated. "Oh my goddess, what's happening?" she said. She ducked as a Dildek fired a green beam at her. The beam hit the Euphorian. It's dark eyes widened in surprise, and the front of its trenchcoat swelled until it exploded. Milky white spunk splattered everywhere, plastering Bambi's face, Alexis's ass, the walls, and the Supreme-Client Dildek's sensory apparatus. "MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!" Doc, now hiding behind a batch of upright fuckbots, opened the control panel in the back of one of the Busty Betsy models and began tinkering with its electronic gizzards. The big-boobed blond bimbot came to life. She grinned at the Doc and shook her ass. "What's your pleasure, sailor?" "I think I'd like a fast and furious hootchy-cootchy dance," Doc said. "My pleasure," the bimbot said. She straddled forward and began gyrating in the aisle. The Doc took a second to enjoy the view of mamboing mammaries, then slipped around a side aisle created by several holographic porno booths. The two Dildeks whirled at the sudden appearance of the shapely fuckbot. In unison they fired their red beams through the smoky shop, slicing the hapless automaton into three pieces. Meanwhile the Doc slipped behind the two Dildeks by cleverly masking his movements with a Sploogmeister virtual reality chip display. He boldly stepped between them. "Hello boys," he said. The two Dildeks whirled, their lasers flaring. But the Doc was no longer between them. Their beams struck each other. Twin explosions of sparks flew through the smoke as the duo crashed and burned. The half blind Bambi tried to pull her roommate towards the slowly closing emergency fire doors. Alexis eluded her grasp, and turned on the shop's sound system. The rhythmic tones of The Wiener Brigade's "I Wanna Shag You Stupid" filled the air and oscillated the smoke, accompanying Alexis's strip tease while Bambi crawled to the door. "RETREAT!" the Supreme-client Dildek screamed as it floated in discreet jerks through the broken paneling. One Dildek followed while dragging the other, smashing into a leather goods display. The other Dildek still burned, leaving a trail of white smoke behind it. Alexis, now nearly nude and playing with her own boobs, swayed over and began rubbing her crotch against the counter. The Doc ran to Alexis's side, grasping her wrist. "It's time to go," he said. "I want to go hog wild and have empty, passionate, sweaty sex in the aisles," Alexis replied, swaying her titties in the Doc's face. "I never thought I'd say 'Not right now', but not right now," the Doc said, trying to pull the resisting Alexis towards the now half closed fire doors. Alexis was too busy swaying to the music to budge. So Doc placed his hand over her pussy, his fingers strategically encircling her clit. With a deft flick, he made Alexis cum again. This orgasm made her more docile, and the Doc was able to lead her out of the shop. Once outside, Alexis seemed to come to her senses. She looked forlornly at the closed fire doors with the other onlookers, who stared at both the doors and Alexis. Bambi came up with a blanket, which she draped over Alexis's nearly naked body. At last Alexis summoned her remaining strength. "You wrecked my sex shop, you bastards, and you're going to pay for it!" That was when the Byzantium III Security Force arrived, taking everyone in for questioning. Chapter 3 Byzantium III was a world unto itself in the deep reaches of interstellar space. Several races used it for commercial, social and sexual intercourse. Because of this, the platform was rife with plots, counter-plots and subterfuge all taking place in the revolutions of the giant centrifuge. Keeping a tight control over this bubbling brew was the bio-diverse, multiethnic peace-keeping Security Force run by Frigadier Thomas "Left-wing" Stewart, who had earned his nickname by being so conservative he was in serious danger of becoming a liberal. From his headquarters on the outer-most level of the ship, directly against its reinforced hull, the no-nonsense Frigadier kept careful tabs on the station's denizens. Heavy weapons and firearms were verboten, drugs and alcohol were strictly controlled, and the sex shops well regulated. The Frigadier's second in command, Sergeant Dennis Bainter was young and loyal to his superior. For a while he had marred his own good looks by attempting to grow a laser beam-thin mustache just like the Frigadier's. Now he merely contented himself to dress in a similar, if somewhat shabbier manner than that of his superior. The good Sergeant was currently a little confused by his new prisoner. He had arrested many men during his career, but never one quite so gregarious as this slightly stoned being who sat handcuffed in the chair. "Would you like a sonic screwdriver?" the stranger asked. "A what?" Bainter asked, looking up from the computer screen where he had been entering the particulars of this being's arrest. "A sonic screwdriver," the stranger said, nearly blinding Bainter with a powerful smile. The stranger tried to pull something out of the hip pocket of his Bermuda shorts, but was stopped by his handcuffs. "If you'll just remove these cuffs..." "Not a chance," Bainter said. "Then if you would reach inside my pocket." Against his better judgment, Bainter squirmed his hand inside the pocket and extracted a cold, rectangular metal object with rounded sides. He half expected it to explode as he brought it out in the light. It was an ancient style metal hipflask. The stranger smiled his intoxicating smile. "Go ahead, open it up and poor yourself a shot. As a doctor, I prescribe two hits." Bainter unscrewed the cap and carefully smelled the contents. Fumes of alcohol merrily wafted out. Bainter could not suppress a smile. He took an empty cup from the water cooler, poured from the hipflask, and drank. Warm fuzzy feelings filled him. "Now, what do they call you again?" "My friends call me Doc. Probably because I'm a doctor." "Now then, Doc, would you care to tell about that little incident at the Porno Palace?" Bainter said. "What was it? A drug deal gone bad? You owe some cartel money? What?" Bainter hoped for a big prosecutorial score which would make his, or the Frigadier's, career. He was deeply disappointed. "Neither. But I suspect an invasion is imminent," the stranger said. "I'm even willing to bet that, right now, as we speak, somewhere within the confines of this station there is a pod of Dildeks plotting the overthrow of this ship." "Right, Dildeks." Bainter poured another shot from the flask. And posed another question, which the Doc answered easily, and then it was the Doc's turn to ask a question, and Bainter had to wet his whistle with another hit from the flask to answer, while wondering if maybe taking hits from a prisoner's own flask and not offering him any was a breach of some sort of police code and so offered Doc some, but Doc could not partake since his hands were cuffed, which, Bainter realized after another hit of this superb screwdriver, was unnecessary as the Doc really was a decent sort of chap. Eventually Doc too took his own hit off the flask, as did Bainter, and the two cheered each other with yet another hit. Bainter was about to pursue a different line of cunning questioning involving the stranger's psychological profile when the door opened and a tall, thin, nattily dressed man appeared. He had black hair beneath a dark green beret, dark eyes, and a thin, proper mustache which was just as smart as Bainter's salute. His green dress uniform was crisp and smart, his leather boots well polished, and his swagger stick hung from his wrist straight and at attention. "Morning Frigadier," Bainter said, standing as stiffly at attention as the alcohol would allow. The Frigadier nodded to Bainter. Doc also stood, smiled and offered his hand to the Frigadier, who pointedly ignored it. Bainter tried to recall how the stranger's hands became uncuffed, but the alcoholic haze just wouldn't allow him to think straight. The Frigadier went to his desk and shuffled papers. Bainter saw that he held an envelope full of the chips for the case of the missing sex club patrons which had been stymieing the security force for the last few weeks. Bainter and Doc were quiet until the Frigadier addressed them. "What have we here?" he finally asked. "I don't know," Bainter responded. "A possible drug..." "I think I know," Doc interrupted, upon seeing the Frigadier nearly reel at the touch of his subordinate's breath. "It's a Dildek invasion." The Frigadier arched an eyebrow. "Dildeks?" "Yes," Doc said. "Nasty, cybernetically enhanced biological beings with aspirations for universal domination." "Mmmmmm," mused the Frigadier. "Dildeks?" "Yes. Dildeks. The bio-mechanical entities with the bulbous heads that set fire to one of your lower decks. Surprisingly enough, they actually have to use humans for locomotion." "About that," The Frigadier said. "I have a report of intense property damage, as well as fire and indications of heavy armament discharge. Since we're sharing a moment of brutal honesty, I have to tell you..." The Frigadier paused to recollect. "Doc," Bainter suggested helpfully. "I have to tell you, Doc," the Frigadier pronounced "Doc" as though he was spitting out a foul tasting substance. "I don't care about the property damage. I do care about the heavy armaments. And I also care about that fire. Both have the potential for destroying the ship. Now, are you part of a gang that's involved in some sort of turf battle?" "No," Doc said. "That damage was caused by..." "Those mysterious, hovering, heavily armored dildoid beings?" the Frigadier finished. "Now you understand." Doc beamed his high-wattage smile. "His story fits with what Alexis and the other witnesses told us," Bainter said helpfully. The Frigadier shot Bainter a dirty look. Addressing Doc, he asked, "So you expect me to believe that this station is about to be overrun by superintelligent feminine massage products?" Doc pondered this for a second. "When you put it like that, it does sound like I've been doing too many mind-altering drugs, which I have. But I'm sane enough to know that the Dildeks are an actual threat while the giant bat circling your head is only an imaginary one." "Are you stoned?" the Frigadier asked. "I will admit to being slightly gargleblasted." "So you're experienced?" Bainter joked. "Mellow, but not necessarily stoned. It's good for putting a proper perspective on things." "What?" asked the now lost Frigadier. "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?" Doc asked. "Super experienced floating dildos which are planning to take over the ship?" "Really?" Doc said, staring at the Frigadier as though he had just heard about such beings for the first time. The Frigadier began to wonder about Doc's sanity. So he tried a different tact. "Now, the man we found barely alive in the shop next to the Porno Palace, who was covered with some sort of viscous fluid, and had electrodes implanted in his head, genitalia and anus, is he part of your gang?" "Sounds more like he was part of the Dildek gang. Where is he now?" Doc asked. "In the hospital. But there were no signs of the super intelligent levitating dildos. And while we're on the topic of different species, what planet do you hale from?" "I'm a Time Fnord," Doc said, once again displaying his smile. "A what?" "A Time Fnord." The Frigadier pondered this piece of datum for a second. "I'm not familiar with that." The Doc's smile widened just a trifle. "I could explain it to you, but then other Fnords would just come along and erase your memory." "Well," the Frigadier said, "We wouldn't want that." He shot Bainter a quick look which could have been construed as disgust. "In fact, Doc, I am inclined to believe you," the Frigadier finally said. "So you'll start searching for the Dildeks?" Once again the Frigadier paused for just a beat. "Of course," he said. "So I'm free to go?" The Frigadier smiled. "Of course." "I believe in a situation of this sort, some sort of economic incentive is called for," Doc said. "Not necessarily," the Frigadier responded. "Nonsense," Doc said. "Now what sort of denomination would you prefer? Ganymede gelt? Earth gold? Perhaps some lucre from the Tarrantino System?" "No sir, I must insist you keep your cash. You've done nothing which could constitute a crime, so you're free to go." "Really?" Doc said. "Of course," the Frigadier said. "Then can I ask a question?" "Go ahead." "Do you score a lot of chicks with those snazzy uniforms? And if so, where can I get one?" "I think they sell them in the sex shops," Bainter said helpfully. The doctor smiled, stood and held out his hand. "Then I shall wish you both a very good day and be on my way." The Frigadier stood and shook Doc's hand. Both he and Bainter watched as Doc left the room. "Sir? May I ask a question?" Bainter said. "Yes?" "I've never known you to refuse graft before. Why now?" "Because there's no record of his arrival on this ship, and there is eyewitness testimony that he has access to extraordinary technology; some sort of stealth space-traveling apparatus, not to mention a flask filled with alcoholic beverages which never seems to empty," the Frigadier explained. "I wouldn't be surprised if his money belt was equally cornucopian. Now think, Sergeant Bainter. Who has this technological finesse?" "The Illuminati?" "Very good, Sergeant. Until I know better, I shall assume this man is some sort of spy. And I shall keep a very tight watch on him until I know who his masters are. And while we're on the subject, I want a security workup done on this 'Doc'. How did he enter our ship? Where is he staying? Where has he traveled? What is his home planet?" "I'll get on it right away, sir." "Oh, and I haven't forgotten about your earlier outburst during the Doc's interrogation, not to mention your drinking while on duty," the Frigadier warned. "You can expect strict disciplinary action, Sergeant." With that, he turned to tap out a note on his computer, and sealed the resulting chip in an evidence bag, which he handed it to Bainter. Chapter 4 Alexis was waiting for Doc when he left the security forces offices. "Do you have a place to stay?" she asked. Doc smiled. "I'm not going to lie to you," Alexis said. "I'm upset. My entire shop was destroyed. Now I'll be paying off debts for years and might never get off this rotten ship. But you did save my life, so I suppose I owe you and I will pay you back." "It's good karma to repay your debts." "Well, you are pretty handy," she said. Alexis's apartment was in one of the seedier corridors on Level P of Byzantium III. Panels were either falling off the wall of their own volition, or had been pried off to allow unauthorized access to the power and communications grids. Condom wrappers and hypo sprays coagulated in the corners. The Doc got a good eyeful of Alexis's well-rounded ass when she bent to place her finger on the biometric lock of the door on her apartment. As they entered the four room flat, Alexis asked, "How come those Dildeks, was that the term?" "Yes." "Well, how come they knew you?" "We have a relationship. A complex relationship." "If you treated them like you treated me, I can understand why they'd want to toast your ass," Alexis said. "What do they do, hunt for pervs? Though that doesn't sound so bad." "To them, any non-cyborg life form is a perv," Doc said. "That includes you, by the way. How would you like to spend your life inside one of those metal cans, endlessly and mindlessly orgasming your life away?" "That's what I do here in Byzantium III." Alexis studied the Doc. "Since you did save me, I suppose I'm obligated to give you a blowjob," she said. "I could be a gentleman and say no, but..." Doc unzipped his fly. Alexis sighed as she sank to her knees in front of him. "Chivalry is dead," she mumbled She was nearly struck in the face by one of the two fat penises arising from Doc's crotch. One was situated atop the other. Alexis gaped in surprise. Doc merely smiled. "We Time Fnords never know if we're coming or going," he said. "I might also add that blueballs is a terrible and potentially fatal phenomena for us Time Fnords." "Like I haven't heard that one before." Alexis resigned herself to getting some spunk either in her hair or down her blouse, depending on which of Doc's dicks she had in her mouth at the time of his orgasm. She wondered if they would spurt together, or if they were individually connected to different systems. Doc's balls felt very, very full and uncomfortably heavy. Alexis was in for a meal. Alexis sucked the lower head. The upper playfully tapped her forehead, leaving traces of pre-cum. A playful bite brought a moan from Doc. Suddenly his prickhead bucked in her mouth, as did the one aimed at her brow. Somehow Alexis was able to get both pricks within her mouth and not drown. Both spurted at the same time, Alexis marveled. When it was done Alexis wiped her chin. The Doc had a pleased, goofy expression on his face. Alexis gave him a wink. "That was quite tasty," she said. "Time Fnord spunk is a delicacy in some quadrants of the galaxy. Now why don't you bend over and I'll give you another Vulcan clit massage like I did in the shop." Once in Alexis' room, Doc had his companion get on her hands and knees on the bed. He savored the view of the pink upturned cheeks of her rump, the little dimple of her rosebud anus, and moistening pink lips of her puss. He slid a finger lightly over her outer pussy lips with is right hand, gently probing to find the wetter insides of the glossy pink labial petals and massaging the glossy black pubic hair. Alexis sighed in contentment. Doc now used his other hand, alternating stroking or spanking the fat globes of pink flesh. He delved into the pink crack to tickle the dusky crater of her tight little sphincter. With one fingertip he massaged it in a circular motion until the tight rosebud was no longer quite so tight. Alexis gurgled. "What are you planning to do there, Doc?" she asked. Doc continued his two-handed stroking of her now sweaty, steamy feminine crack. "As you should remember," he said, "I've got two dicks." "How could I forget?" Alexis said, then groaned. "If I'm going to fuck you properly, I'll need a place to put that second dick. And guess where that one will go," Doc said. Alexis could not see his face, but figured he was smiling. Doc worked some dripping pussy juice up into the slowly stretching bung. Alexis could only groan in anticipation. Tiring of the lubricating game, Doc turned Alexis onto her back, and slowly slid his lower prick up her steamy moist cleft. His upper prick slid saucily across her enflamed clit. Alexis began to speak in a new guttural language of lust as the fat head jostled her clitty. "If you like that, just wait till your back on you hands and knees, with both holes brimming with cock." Alexis moaned loudly as her twat clamped down on one prick stem, while the other diddled her clitty until her pussy was a steamy mess of cum dripping down the crack of her rump and onto the bedspread. It was far from her last orgasm of the night. Chapter 5 After the fiasco at the Porno Palace, the Dildeks made a strategic retreat through the storage bays lining the central axis. From there, the Supreme-Client had fled to the Dildek's primary headquarters on Byzantium III, where it and several underlings were engaged in a heated tactical discussion. "WEAPONS MUST BE RECALIBRATED! MORE TESTING IS NECESSARY! CURRENT TIMEFRAME IS UNACCEPTABLE! MISSION MUST BE ABORTED!" said Six-Of-Nine. "ABORTION WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!" Supreme-client Dildek said, training its laser at the dissenting Dildek. "ABORTION WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!" agreed Six-Of-Nine. "NEW SUBROUTINE TO DOMINATION PROGRAM: FEMALE SPECIMENS MUST BE CAPTURED FOR STUDY. WEAPONS MUST BE RECALLIBRATED! FEMALES MUST BE OBTAINED SWIFTLY!" Supreme-client Dildek ordered. "That won't be a problem," said a human voice from the shadows. "HOW WILL YOU PROVIDE NECESSARY FEMALES?" "By using the phone book and calling up some hookers, you crazy fucking paisons." Chapter 6 When Alexis awoke the next morning her ass and pussy were pleasantly sore. She sighed contentedly and stretched on the bed. Her arm did not come into contact with the humanoid form she expected. Doc was gone. But Bambi was up and puttering about the kitchenette area in a t-shirt. Alexis padded over in her panties, aglow from being properly and truly fucked. "Well, look who's finally up?" Bambi said with a twinkle in her eye. "From your moans last night, I was tempted to join you." Alexis felt herself blushing. "By the way, Doc said he was sorry he couldn't keep shafting you this morning, but he had some errands to run." "Typical," Alexis grumbled. "I'm nearly out of business, and he's out the door." Bambi leaned over and tweaked Alexis's nipple. "Girl, you're still a licensed orgasmic engineer, right?" "Yessss..." "Well, if you need scratch, let's go engineering," Bambi said. Alexis was summoning up several arguments against this when the door chime rang. Bambi walked over to answer it. Sergeant Bainter stood in the hall, looking ill at ease. He handed Bambi the chip the Frigadier had prepared. "So you've been a naughty boy again, Bainter?" Bambi teased as she placed the chip in a wall-reader to view its contents. "Dear Bambi, Sergeant Bainter has a big mouth, Punish according with as much disciplinary action as ten credits will allow, signed the Frigadier," Bambi read. She wrinkled her nose and added, "I see the Frigadier is as cheap as usual." Alexis smirked. She knew Bambi considered Bainter cute, and suspected Bainter would get far more than ten credits worth of action. Which also meant that, for the time being, Alexis had to be out of the apartment. She sighed as she went to her room to dress, ignoring the shuffling of Bainter and Bambi as they prepared themselves for their upcoming domination session. After leaving the apartment, Alexis slowly made her way to her burnt out shop. When she arrived at the Porno Palace she found that the yellow Security Forces crime scene tape had been broken, and the door was partially open. She looked inside but saw only darkness. She did hear something. Alexis slipped inside and hit the lights, some of which still worked. The charred remains of the shop were displayed in the demi gloom. An acrid, pungent, charcoal smell permeated the air. Alexis sighed as she viewed her blackened, smoke-damaged merchandise. Then she heard the scuffling noise again. She grabbed a long double-headed dildo, which was only slightly worse for wear and lay perversely near the door. She hefted it as though it were a truncheon, slowly walking through the store, her feet squishing into the still wet rug. There was a cold wet rawness in the room, probably due to the misting water action of the fire prevention system. She banged her foot against a box, cursed, then gave up trying to surprise whatever burglar was looting her shop. "All right," she announced into the dark. "I've got a weapon, and I'm in a really bad mood, so don't even wonder if I'm willing to use it." "I would love to see you use that," said a familiar voice. The Doc appeared from the new hole in the side of the wall. Alexis was both relieved and peeved. She let the double dong slip to her side. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I'm doing a little investigative work," Doc said, a smile once again on his lips. "Were you deputized by the Security Forces or something?" "Not at all. I know these Dildeks, and they are not nice machines. They're usually up to something, and that something is seldom good." "Did you find anything?" "No," Doc said. "The only thing I've found is that your shop needs a lot of cleaning, and that you make these really erotic noises when you are filled to the brim with hot throbbing cock." Alexis blushing when she heard someone enter the front door. Another woman had entered the shop. She was short, somewhat stocky, but pleasingly plump, with dark hair and eyes. "We're closed," Alexis said with a little more anger in her voice than she had intended. She looked down at the double-headed dildo still in her hand, and let it drop to the floor where it made an embarrassing thud. "I can see that," the newcomer said. She reached into her business suit and pulled out a small card with an embedded holographic image of a human wearing shaded eyeglasses. "I'm with the Dominique Fiduciary Services." "My insurance company?" "Yes. My name is Evania Strump, and I'm here to assess your claim on this shop." The insurance agent looked around, wrinkling her nose. "And I see those claims will be substantial." "Actually, this looks pretty good considering that Dildeks were involved." The Doc stepped forward, his mega-smile once again in evidence. "I'm sorry? You are?" "A friend of your client," Doc said, making a curt bow, gently grasping her hand and giving it a light kiss. Strump was a little surprised, though pleasurably so. "What was that you were saying about dildos?" she asked. "Dildeks," replied Doc, who was standing far too close to Strump. But then Strump was giving Doc the once over herself. Alexis was about to make a half-hearted protest when she caught the insurance agent's eye. It was not a pleasurable contact. Alexis knew whatever she said would not be believed. "Yes, the Dildeks are a very nasty race," said Doc, casually draping an arm about the shoulders of Strump. "Just look at the damage their lasers can do." He walked her over to the carved out chunk of wall. His hand crept ever closer to her skirted rump. Alexis noticed a wriggling motion near a broken box of telepathic prophylactics which had fallen to the floor. Six thin latex strips were undulating across the rug like fish seeking a spawning area somewhere near Doc and Evania's feet. But long before they arrived, Doc was escorting Evania to Alexis's office, on of his hands deeply embedded in the crevice of her butt. Alexis could not believe her eyes. She was torn between feelings of anger, betrayal and possibly gratitude. 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