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Neurofucker Ch. 01

By: IrmaCerrutti



The exclusive men's club of The Pink Cushion was built in the shape of a heart. Its gigantic double domed roof caressed the clear blue evening sky like voluptuous, sunburnt buttocks. The warm glow from the fat sun on the horizon bathed the building in deep orange. It was balanced precariously on its point with nothing visible supporting its sides. At the v shape of its base was the inverted triangle of the front door. 

I looked down at myself before knocking. My body was young, tall, slim, athletic, dark skinned and I found myself very handsome. The new sensation of having a cock was strange. It felt as if a significant part of me was focussed on a place outside my body. My tight pants pressed against the organ, giving me a nice and sexy feeling. The absence of breasts was more disturbing. My chest felt hollowed out and incomplete. I felt myself all over and was pleased by the hardness of my muscles but, as I struck what I hoped was a masculine pose, my fist found no place to rest on my flat hip and slipped off.

I lifted the hinged genitals of the naked boy rendered in brass, a relief sculpture moulded into the door, and banged them against his yellow groin a few times. 

The brass boy said, "Please confirm your age before entering." 

I cleared my throat and said, "Forty." 

I was shocked by my voice. My own, but unfamiliar. So deep and masculine! 

The door opened, or rather puckered, and grew a hole which quickly broadened enough to allow me to enter. The sphincter shut behind me and straight away I found myself in the brothel's warm and luxurious reception room. Perfumes of all kinds wafted into my nostrils, their aphrodisiac properties immediately making themselves apparent to my cock which twitched in my pants. 

I stood in a large hall dominated by a huge staircase which wound its way up and up, bifurcated, and continued spiralling in two directions, far into the myriad upper stories. The stairs stopped at balconies and galleries and continued on for as far as I could see. The décor was overwhelming with red, pink, orange, black and occasional touches of deep purple. There were soft velvet and leather furnishings, velvet drapes, a red carpet and soft pink lighting provided by enormous chandeliers. These resembled inverted fountains of strawberry milkshake and hung from a ceiling, painted by an artist of incomparable skill, that depicted nymphs, naiads, satyrs and beautiful, naked angels sporting amidst clouds and ocean waves.

I nearly threw up. 

However, I was not here for art. I turned my attention to the people around me, all of them male and all of them beautiful, lounging together on the floor or on chairs and sofas. I was drawing interested glances from many and was glad that I had chosen a dark skin to conceal my blushes. I was approached by one of the waiters and I asked him for a Southern Comfort with ice. As he walked away I admired the movement of his tight bum beneath his hot pants. Those, and the matching white dicky bow were all he wore. 

I found a comfortable poof to sit on and smiled shyly at the other guests. I felt a little overdressed. Many were shirtless already or even naked. I felt a little nervous as I had assumed that people would find private rooms before enjoying themselves that much. I saw no one actually doing it yet, so I tried to relax and enjoy the drink the waiter had brought me and the admiring looks I was receiving. 

I felt a familiar tap on my shoulder and turned to see Megahard Mary's ever smiling masculine face regarding me in that over familiar manner I so detested. Dressed as ever in her smart pastel pink skirt suit and her blonde hair immaculately coiffed she had never looked so incongruous. 

"Irma, there is someone at the door," she told me in her bright and businesslike voice. "Do you accept or decline?"

"Fuck it!" I told her. 

Mary smiled in such a way as to demand physical violence be visited upon it. 

"Accept," I sighed and was immediately chucked out of my fantasy, back into my one bedroom flat in Deckard House. 

The Hypnozap I had taken made me extremely groggy, so I popped an upper to counter its effect. I pulled the wire roughly from my left nostril, left it hanging from the laptop on my bedside table and stumbled to the door. I knew who it was. God, she was a bitch!

Alexi greeted me with her black lipped, ring pierced smile. She was wearing her khaki vest and combats, had left some of her rings and studs out, but only some, and was sporting a new hair style. It was maroon, spiky on one side and flat on the other. Her laser tattoos had spread and now covered much more of her than when she had last bothered me, five hours before. She looked sweaty and unkempt. I found her utterly repulsive and she made me ashamed to be a woman. 

"Hi, Irma!" she greeted me chummily in her northern English accent. 

With so much black mascara she looked like a shaved panda. I marked the telltale redness around her left nostril. I tapped my own nostril. She seemed to get the message and rubbed her nose self consciously. We stared at each other for a long moment. I wondered how long it would be before I could get back to my fantasy. Eventually I shrugged in bewilderment and shook my head in irritation. 

Alexi coughed and asked coyly, "Would you like to come out for a drink with me, Irma?" 

She raised her innocent eyes inquiringly. I could hardly believe it. This was the third time today. 

"No, Alexi," I said firmly, but not without a faint tone of sadness, just to be polite. "I've got some paperwork I need to catch up on." 

I thought an apology was unnecessary, and also likely to give her encouragement. She smiled broadly, masking her disappointment well. 

"OK, I understand," she said, blew me a kiss and went into her apartment. 

Fuck's sake, I thought, and slammed my door. Won't that fucking dyke ever get the message?

In the bathroom I splashed water onto my face to dispel some of the scumminess I felt Alexi had transmitted to me. In the mirror I noticed with wry amusement that my own nostril was looking sore. I was hardly in a position to make censorious judgements on others about that. My boobs were also sore due to my period. I went back to bed, took another Hypnozap pill and plugged myself back in.

A floorshow was in progress. Naked boys with their faces altered to resemble movie actresses were riding pink poodles the size of horses in between the guests. One rider with the face of Marilyn Monroe was operating two turntables balanced on the poodle's back. Another poodle, apparently ridden by Elizabeth Taylor, carried a huge PA, but seemed to be able to cope easily with the load. A mash up of Lady Gaga's 'Poker Face' and Vivaldi's 'Agitata Da Due Venti' blasted from the speakers. People were dancing and clapping. Some were rubbing the poodles' thick hair until their forearms were buried in it. The dogs were well trained and only barked occasionally, but each bark was a roar that easily drowned out the music. The poodles passed close to me, forcing me to lift my feet onto the chair beside me. When they had passed I felt my eyes drawn to the other side of the room near the bottom of the staircase. 

A Greek god, complete with laurels in his hair, stood with one foot on the bottom step, proudly thrusting out his chest and ample genitals for everyone's delectation. I decided that here was no place to beat about the bush, so I stood and approached him as casually and as coolly as possible, sipping my drink and slipping one hand into the back pocket of my pants. I admired his noble profile, the rudder nose, the jutting chin, while I waited for him to notice me. He continued to gaze into the middle distance, seemingly at nothing. 

I cleared my throat, but then, realising that would hardly be a loud enough signal under the circumstances, I shouted, "Hello!" 

He turned his level gaze to me. I was confronted with the palest green eyes I had ever seen. They were hollow and cold and I shivered despite the room's warmth. They seemed not to have focussed on me and were fixed on a point somewhere just behind my head. 

"Hey up!" called a young, piping voice.

On a red velvet chaise longue was a figure naked save for a straw hat and a navy ribbon around his neck. The teenaged boy, with skin smooth, mostly hairless and white as a cuttlefish bone and hair long, straight and black as tar, was lying on his front with his chin in his hands and his feet in the air. My prick understood before my brain that the boy had been addressing me. He was beautiful. Like everyone else here his body had been approved by the site's moderators and was therefore intended to be that of someone at least sixteen years old. Yet he looked so young, fresh and virginal. 

"Hey up!" he shouted again and patted the velvet seat before him invitingly. 

His full lips were curled into a cheeky smile. I needed no further incentive and, parting from the Greek zombie with only slight disappointment, I went to join the boy. He was quite petite so there was room for me to sit beside him. His wide innocent blue eyes stared up at me. He had a lovely round face with cherubic cheeks, a small round nose and a small chin. Everything about him was dainty, delicate, elfin. He was a china doll and looked like he could break at the slightest touch. He seemed bored with the floorshow, unlike almost everyone else. He looked away from me for a moment and sighed, but when his gaze returned he was smiling broadly and he seemed very pleased I had chosen him over the Greek. 

"My name's Ian," I told him. 

His lips moved but I caught nothing in the screaming cacophonous mêlée of the Gaga mash up. I shook my head to indicate I did not understand. He lifted his mouth to my ear. 

"My name's," he paused to inhale, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Beau!" 

"Boo?"

"Beau!" he screamed.

I nodded and smiled back. 

"Aren't you a little young to be here?" I shouted.

"My user's thirty two!" he called into my ear. 

"That's alright then!"

He nodded energetically, then he edged forward towards me. His small hands reached for the buttons at the front of my pants. One hand reached in. The contact of his soft white hand with my chocolate brown penis gave me an instant erection that was painful in its rigidity. He rubbed me a few times, smiling up at me, then I felt the gorgeous sensation of his lips at the head of my prick. He sucked me to my balls. By his expert sucking I could tell his user was certainly no ingénue. I stroked his back and his pert ass while he brought me to orgasm. I came in his mouth, powerfully. It was such a shock to feel my entire cock pulse and thump as if my clitoris had grown several inches. I had the strange feeling that my spasms were centred on the outside of my body, rather than deep within. I felt sensations that I had never even imagined before. I felt an enormous relief, as if my body was gratefully unloading a burden and a sweet tiredness swept through me. 

Beau sat up and I had the opportunity to look at him properly for the first time. My cum dribbled from his chin onto his lap. He smiled and rubbed the cum into his hairless genitals. He was not muscular, indeed his body was somewhat effeminate, but he was entirely lovely and I was completely smitten. His skin was as soft and white as cotton wool. He rubbed himself teasingly up and down his bare chest and my erection swiftly returned. I had to do this teen justice and allowing him one blowjob was hardly going to be enough.

All evening people had been passing up and down the stairs, presumably in search of a private room, or to admire what must be a staggering view from the uppermost floors. I took Beau by the hand and we ascended the wide stairs along with all the other amorous couples and groups. We gazed at each other and I was so distracted that I had forgotten to button my pants and my dick was pointing the way. My companion's penis was growing slowly into a pastel pink drooping flower. I drew him to me and we fondled each other's bottoms. Our bodies felt no fatigue after having climbed thirty or forty flights, the site's architect having kindly omitted to program such an unnecessary detail that would only spoil people's enjoyment. 

We stopped at one balcony and looked down. The hall had filled up even more since we had left it and the writhing crowd resembled a beehive with the bodies wriggling against each other. From the upper floors heavenly music managed to blanket the frenzied noise from below, giving us a more peaceful ambience. Up here the paintings I had noticed on the hall ceiling came to life. Angels and all the other fantastical creatures were transformed into living beings that floated and wafted amongst the lovers as they ascended, descended or paused to make love on the stairs. The private rooms had no doors and one could easily see if they were occupied or not. There was no modesty here. Many had not bothered with the rooms at all and were coupling on the stairs or on balconies. Some were even allowing the angels and naiads to participate. We walked past a few rooms, admiring the antics within, before finding one unoccupied. 

A piercing scream behind us made us turn back. On a sofa by the balcony we had passed a couple writhing in a passionate sixty nine. One, who strongly resembled Arnold Schwarzenegger, was now rising from the sofa with a horror stricken look on his semen smeared face. The other, a Clint Eastwood type, spat an object from his mouth onto the floor. It was a penis, but he seemed unconcerned about his partner's unfortunate condition. Arnold's crotch was now minus a cock, but no blood came from the wound. Indeed, his two vegetables were hanging happily as if they had never been troubled by an accompanying meat sausage. Then another appendage joined the penis at his feet. I looked up to see that his face was now flat. His nose had dropped off too. Arnold, wailing nasally, tried to pick up the organs he had so carelessly dropped, but was unable to do so as his fingers all fell off at once. Clint dressed himself casually, offering no help to his friend, and made his way downstairs, smoking a small cigar. I was shocked, and Beau appeared scared. He pulled me into the vacant room. I decided the best thing would be to forget this sight which was in danger of dampening my ardour. 

The room was sumptuously decorated with frescoes of images resembling an all male Karma Sutra. My friend threw his hat on the floor, paused to enjoy the feel of the deep shag pile carpet between his toes and then jumped on the four poster bed. He bounced a few times giggling and I watched his willy flap up and down. I stripped and admired myself briefly in the mirror above the bed. My body was large and athletic. I looked more Olympic than the Greek zombie downstairs. I felt hugely turned on just at the sight of myself. 

Beau jumped onto me and began kissing me. I relished the taste of my cum on his tongue. He wrapped his slender limbs around me and pressed his lips hard against mine. I gripped his tight bottom and pushed him onto his back. We kissed some more with me kneeling beside the bed until I lifted myself to crawl further along to find a more comfortable position. He clung to me like a monkey hanging from a branch. I laid him back down on some silk cushions and began fondling his hips and belly. 

He raised his arms above his head, closed his eyes and gripped the purple silk wrapped around the head board. His penis had grown a little, though it was still small like the rest of him. I undressed his helmet, pulling down the foreskin to find his slit already glistening with almost completely clear precum. I dipped my fingertip into it and rubbed it up and down his shaft. I wanked him a few times, then bent down. I tasted him, then swallowed him whole. His penis was so smooth and lovely. His scrotum was small and tight in my hand as I massaged his balls. I looked up at his face and saw him smile in delight, his cheeks dimpling cutely and his tongue pressing against his milk white teeth. I sucked on him faster, feeling him squirm beneath me. He throbbed passionately in my mouth until his cock convulsed explosively and swiftly expelled semen down my throat. 

"Ahh, ooh, mm, hm, ohh!" he moaned happily.

He had cum much more quickly than I'd expected. I'd performed oral many times before, but had usually found myself sucking away for so long my neck became sore. He rolled onto his front and lifted his bottom slightly, offering it to me like a fruit to eat. He looked back at me over his shoulder, smiling invitingly. I licked him up and down his back, then down to his ass cheeks. I squeezed, bit and licked them. They were so soft and suckable. I parted them and touched his anus with my tongue. 

"Uhh," he groaned, and bent his back to lift his ass higher. 

I fondled his balls while licking away at his hole. Then I probed him with a finger. It was a while until I was able to persuade it to relax and open for me a little. I teased it with my tongue and fingertips. I snogged it as ardently as I had his mouth. I eased a finger in and rubbed the rim. I was so hard by now and I decided I could wait no longer. With a mixture of my precum and my saliva I lubricated the hole thoroughly before rubbing the tip of my erection against his anus. I squeezed his buttocks to sheathe my cock while I fucked his crack a few times. Then I lifted my hips and planted my helmet at his door. 

He immediately cried out, "No! Not yet please!"

I bent down to kiss him and stroke his back reassuringly. I had no wish at all to hurt him. He rolled onto his back and we continued to kiss deeply, regardless of his long hair lying across his face. We sucked each other's tongues. Then, using the lubricant from our bodies I started rubbing my genitals against his. I pressed them firmly, massaging his cock and balls with mine. We wauled in ecstasy. Oh, it felt so good! He wrapped his arms around me, kissed my chest and my mouth again. We snogged and breathed heavily into each other's mouths. He giggled and cuddled me playfully. Then he spread his legs and lifted them so that his feet were almost at the pillows beside his head. I could see that he was ready for me now and was open to receive me. 

My cock sprang into action and I repositioned it at the hole. He gripped his ankles and nodded for me to start. My cock head was swallowed up and the ring gripped me tightly like an elastic band. I spat as much as I could onto the rest of my cock before easing it in, being careful not to hurt my sweet lover. He bit his lip, but did not cry out. When I was buried in him up to my balls, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back and began buggering him ever so gently and slowly. His butt gripped me like a tight, silky vagina. I gazed deeply into his pale blue eyes. I fondled and wanked his penis. He brought his legs together and I put my arms around them. His skin was so smooth against mine. I kissed his tender feet and his toes wriggled. I tickled his soles with my tongue and he giggled. With his feet at my shoulders I reached down to stroke his willy again. My pleasure seemed to growl deep inside me, growing in strength, eagerly anticipating the climax. Fucking as a man was like taming a savage beast. I made Beau cum again, but I did not stop and managed to give him one more neurogasm before I finally gave into my lust and squirted my love juice inside him. We both wailed in our joy. I rubbed myself into him again, smearing our hot boycum all over our bodies. 

What a strange experience was, fucking from a man's perspective. There was more work involved, more pressure to perform, more pressure to hold back one's own pleasure, to save it for as long as possible and to prolong the pleasure of one's partner. Ejaculation was strangest of all. It felt like part of my soul had leaked out.


Neurofucker Ch. 01



As I lay next to Beau, I asked, "Did I hurt you at all, sweetie?"

He shook his head and kissed me. He slid over me to rub his chest against mine. He kissed my belly, then drew the point of his tongue down to my prick where he began to play with me exquisitely. 

It was becoming clear to me why men played with their dicks so much. With all your pleasure throbbing from that rod, so easy to tease and manipulate, how could you not play with it at every available moment? 

Beau's tongue slithered around me like an eel and cleaned my penis of the thick layer of cum that had coated it. He took the crown between his gorgeous, pouting lips and his full cheeks caved in slightly as he sucked me hard. His large eyes smiled up at me adoringly as his dipped his head to take in more of my generous length. He was unable to move his mouth much lower than my helmet, but his sucking was unbelievably powerful. In the mirror above I admired my naked body. The contrast between my big mahogany form and Beau's girlish ivory avatar was startling. He knelt on my thighs, unable to straddle them, and licked up and down my twelve inches. He cupped my balls in his gentle hand and massaged the sack with tender affection. When he moved down to my anus I felt a gorgeous stab of pleasure shoot through me. He teased his pinky around the entrance, then pushed it inside me, still licking my cock from base to tip. My hole opened surprisingly easily and was soon slack enough to accept Beau's modest penis. I slung one leg over him to lie on my front. 

He rubbed my ass a few times, then mounted me. His sweet little dick felt so gorgeous inside me. 

"Ahh yeah!" I cried.

He pushed it in as far as he could and held it there while he kissed my back. I loved the tickling of his soft hair on my skin. I pushed my hips into the silken bedspread, pressing my erection against my belly. Beau thrust in and out a few times, grunting with the effort. I lifted myself a little and pushed myself back onto him with each thrust. He bent forward to hug my waist. Then he found my stiffy again and began to fondle me. The strokes of his hand on my penis matched the strokes of his inside me. With his other hand he held himself tightly to me. He pressed his palm to my hard stomach and his lips to my back. My anus was so well lubricated with his precum and saliva that his penis glided back and forth easily. 

"Do I feel nice, sweetheart?" he asked me, sounding genuinely innocent.

"Oh yes, Beau, you do," I groaned, "oh yes, yes, yes!"

He really was a fatal combination of coquettishness and naïveté. I was falling for him in a big way and I felt my heart fill with love. Then I felt my prick fill with hot semen and I squirted all over the bed, showering it with a thousand flecks, creamy white against the deep purple material. Beau pulled out of me and fucked the crack of my ass while he massaged my helmet until I had finally finished throbbing. Then he slowly rubbed the glutinous gobs of cum all up and down my shaft. It was not until then that he came in my crack and washed my buttocks with his sticky spunk. He massaged it into my skin and spread it all over my back and hips. 

He untied the ribbon from his neck, slapped me playfully and said, "Race you to the shower!"

I had been so intent on Beau that I had not noticed the door to the en suite bathroom. By the time I had hopped off the bed he had already disappeared. I heard the hiss of water and decided it would be good to clean up, imaginary though all this stickiness was. 

In the shower Beau was doing a hand stand, letting the water gush into his genitals. He looked at me when I entered and laughed. I laughed back, touched by his childlike joie de vivre. I knelt in front of him and rubbed all the cum from his milky skin. His wet hair pooled on the floor between his hands like black ink. I rubbed him gently between his balls and his anus, then touched that soft, tender spot with my tongue. I took his balls easily into my mouth and felt the tip of his cock push against my Adam's apple. I pushed him against the tiled wall, supported him firmly by holding his hips and head, and sucked on his penis. In spite of his height he was able to reach the tip of my cock and lick the head. I pushed myself up as far as I could and, as my erection grew, I was able to drive more of myself into his mouth. We both came simultaneously, me bucking my hips against his head, him trembling and shaking in my arms. I lifted his light body, turned him over and hugged him to my torso. We swapped our cum in a thrilling sticky kiss, swallowing most of it and letting the water wash away the rest. We gargled and playfully spat in each other's faces. 

On a rail at the side were fresh clean towels as fluffy as clouds, so we gently patted and fondled each other dry. With his arms around my shoulders and his wide eyes gazing into mine, I carried him back to the bed. In a post coital haze we stroked and kissed. 

"Would you like to see me again?" he asked.

"Of course." 

I nuzzled his neck and he smiled. 

"You know," he said, "I could make this even more fun."

"How could you possibly do that?"

"I'm an architect. My user is, I mean."

"Uh huh," I mumbled with my mouth against his throat.

"There's so much more they could do than this. This is quite an unimaginative site, really."

I laughed softly.

"Giant pink poodles and flying satyrs aren't imaginative?"

"Nah! You should see the kinds of things I've been working on. It'll blow your mind!"

He said this while staring at me seriously. I could not help but kiss him and laugh again.

"Great!" I said, unsure how a site such as this could be topped. 

"But we must be careful," he said with a childish gravity.

I frowned, not comprehending. 

"OK," I said, and grinned.

He tutted. 

"I'm serious! You saw what happened out there on the balcony? That man with the cigar was a virus. If we hadn't seen what happened to the other chap, we'd never have known, and we might've even let him join us."

I shook my head.

"I don't fancy Clint Eastwood."

He shook me gently.

"Listen! You know that one downstairs, the one that looked like a statue? You fancied him, and it's only 'cause of me that you didn't go with him."

"He was a virus?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

Beau nodded. 

"Wow!" I breathed. 

He was right to be so concerned about viruses. Once they infected your operating system they could spread into your neural circuitry, and from there it was just short step to irreversible brain damage. With so much of your circuitry blown your synapses would never be able to compensate for such damage. Neural circuits, when implanted, replaced much of the brain's natural interconnectivity and once they were damaged you would be nothing more than a vegetable. And finding brain surgeons willing to help, even if they could, would cost you millions on the black market as the implantation of neural circuitry was illegal. I thanked Beau and he cuddled me.

"That's OK," he said. "There were a lot more of them down there, and you stood out straight away. I could tell you were genuine."

"Thanks," I said, slightly disappointed that he had not chosen me due to my handsome body.

We agreed on a time and site to meet at and exchanged a few more loving caresses. He tapped his left nostril to end his session. He spread his arms and floated slowly up to the mirror. He blew me a kiss and melted into his reflection, leaving me alone staring at myself on the bed. I jumped up feeling young and elated that I had found someone so enjoyable to be with. I tapped my nostril and stepped through the door that had suddenly materialised in the middle of the room. 

My bedroom was dark as it was now late in the evening. I stretched my tired limbs and rubbed them back into action, but decided against taking another upper. I had the cramps and felt like shit, so I decided to undress and go to sleep, despite the usual clatter of grunge from next door.

That fucking bitch! I thought angrily, but the drug I had taken earlier soon helped me to drift off into a dream of pink poodles and beautiful boys.

*

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Neurofucker Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Holy Spunk

As Irish grunge band, The Fecking Skypilots, had sung my lullaby, so Australian skunge singer, Jezzibella Trollope, crooned me awake. I groaned and made for the shower. No hot water! Typical of this place. While fixing breakfast I discovered my fridge was milkless. Again! Just when I thought the day could not possibly get any worse there was a knock at the door.

"Got any milk, Irma?" asked Alexi sweetly. "I seem to have run out."

"Great minds think alike!" I snapped and slammed the door. 

Immediately there was another knock. 

"What?" I demanded.

"Um," she said nervously, scratching her new tattoos, "you know, I've seen you around and, um," she faltered and cleared her throat. "Would you, um."

Just then, the guy who lived opposite emerged from his flat holding his eight year old daughter's hand and a can of beer. 

"Alright," he mumbled and staggered off on the school run with the little girl stumbling behind him. 

Empty beer cans littered the floor. I raised my eyes back to Alexi who shyly looked down.

"Oh nothing," she said, blushing, and quickly returned to her flat. 

I rolled my eyes and breathed deeply. The day just had to improve. Had to. I had my rendezvous with Beau later, but I needed to venture out first to the shops. 

The acid rain teemed down from the patch of leaden sky visible between Deckard House and the neighboring tower blocks, but failed to wash away the heaps of detritus littering every corner of the sidewalk. Beggars harassed me at every turn, junkies zapped out in doorways groaned to themselves, people staggered across my path with blood trickling from their nostrils and everything I saw made me quicken my steps. No reason to linger in this purgatory. Some of these poor bastards hadn't even the money to afford the cheapest of Net connections and were thus deprived of the escape that allowed people like me to stay sane in this dying world. 

On my return I showered, changed and ate before making for my bedroom and the laptop. I had been thinking of Beau all morning and I was tingling in anticipation of seeing him again. When the time we had appointed finally came I lay on the bed, dropped some 'zap and plugged myself in. Into the search window that popped into existence before me I typed 'beau.com' using the virtual keyboard. Reality flickered out of existence for a few seconds leaving me in a strange limbo of sensory deprivation. The words 'Loading...please wait' appeared in the blackness.

Suddenly I found myself on a wooden sailing ship looking out into a blue, choppy sea. The wind was filling the sails and the sun beat down. I turned and found myself alone. An unmanned ship! Spray from the waves wetted my shirt. I was still wearing the white silk shirt from yesterday and the same tight leather trousers that displayed my ample cock to the full. I felt slightly foolish and wondered if Beau had stood me up. Then I saw his small figure climbing down from the rigging. He was still wearing the straw hat set back on his head, but was now clothed in a blue dress which suited him perfectly. A blue ribbon was tied around the hat and fell against his beautiful long black hair. He wore black shiny high heeled shoes. He looked every inch the respectable young lady. 

"Hey up!" he said and ran over to me. Every movement was feminine and graceful as a dancer's. 

We kissed. He was overjoyed that I had shown up.

"Did you make all this?" I asked.

"Mm hm. Even the mermaids."

I looked back out to sea. There were indeed naked women sporting in the waves, seemingly confident of their swimming ability. Their scales glittered enticingly. 

"It's a great way to start a journey of discovery, aye?"

"You're amazingly clever."

"It's not that great, actually," said Beau, who then shrugged and clicked his fingers. 

A red telephone booth sprouted from the deck. 

"After you," he said.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n!"

I entered the booth and made room for my friend in the cramped space. As the door shut I heard a brief hiss and my ears popped. Beau lifted the receiver, dialled, hung up, gave me a wink and wrapped his arms around my waist. I loved the feeling of his cheek pressed against my chest and his tummy against my crotch. The waves rose high all around the ship, plunged onto the deck and engulfed the booth, smashing the ship to splinters and leaving us drifting in the bizarre air tight container. We spun in the turbulent undercurrents. The mermaids swam around us, waving and teasing us by fondling their breasts and waggling their tongues. 

"So where are we going?" I asked Beau.

He giggled and said nothing. Eventually the booth came to rest on a hard surface. The water receded impossibly quickly and leapt into a crater nearby to form a lake. The sun shone again, only slightly paler. The land around us had dried instantly. Beau pushed the door and cool, fresh air entered the booth. We stepped onto a cobbled sidewalk and left the booth where it fitted into its surroundings perfectly. The street was most quaint with detached cottages all decorated with baskets of flowers. At the other end a small needle spired church was tolling its bell. There was no traffic and the indifferent song of finches filled the air. 

A young woman with a prominent nose and dressed in a smart black skirt suit greeted Beau familiarly and asked him in a genteel English accent if he thought it would rain. A similar looking teenaged boy accompanied her. It was unclear to me if he was her son or brother. 

"Definitely not," Beau answered the woman cheerfully.

"Funny," said the woman, "I thought I felt a splash minute ago."

Beau shook his head innocently. 

"By the way," continued the woman, "it was so kind of you to ask Father Cruise to start a Sunday school for the children."

"Think nowt of it," said Beau modestly.

The woman turned to continue on her way to church, but then glanced back at me. She gawped and scowled. She tutted at Beau disapprovingly and hurried on with the boy's hand in hers. Beau gave me an apologetic look.

"They're not used to seeing someone like you here." 

I was unsure what he meant. We found a wooden bench and sat while more parishioners walked to church. 

I turned to Beau and said with perplexity, "Sunday school?" 

He sniggered. 

"Yeah. Why? Don't you think it's awfully nice here, duck?"

I snorted. 

"It's like a fucking graveyard with warmed up corpses!"

Beau pretended to look offended. I could tell he was planning something. I was drawing more uncomfortable, not to say resentful, looks from passers by. I suddenly realised it was the ethnicity of my avatar that must be upsetting them. Everyone else here was white. He took my hand, so large against his, and placed it in his lap. He looked so cute in his dress, so completely like a beautiful debutante. The brim of his hat pushed his ears forward so that they stuck out slightly. His eye lashes were long and curled upwards. He reminded me of Jenny Agutter in 'The Railway Children'. 

He stroked my index finger and I began to feel strangely aroused. He caressed me up and down my finger, circling around the tip, then running his fingers up to the knuckle, delicately and lovingly. He lifted my hand to his mouth and began to suck on my finger. My excitement grew quickly. I gazed at his body, so slim and lovely in the dress. His creamy pale legs were crossed and he squeezed his thighs together tightly. He was becoming aroused too just from the feel of my finger in his mouth. I could tell by the small bulge in his lap. His red lips pouted around my finger as it worked in and out. He closed his eyes. He was in raptures as I fingered his lips. He held my hand and forced me into him more deeply. I moaned, feeling an incredible amount of pleasure building in my fingertip. Beau began spasming and a sticky white substance erupted from his throat to squirt onto my hand, onto my arm and down the front of his dress. The smell of hot semen filled the air. A second later my finger ejaculated into his mouth. I groaned and grunted while Beau swallowed my cum. We both sat back gasping, smothered in semen and swimming in sweat.

Eventually I looked around and found the street almost deserted. The bell was still tolling. In the distance I saw a couple hurrying to the church, casting glances behind them. Beau made a quick gesture and we were both suddenly clean and cum free. 

He patted me, jumped up and said, "Come on then, or we'll miss the service." 

He dashed off and as I followed I admired the way he had mastered walking in high heels. His hips, though flat, swung like a woman's. He glanced over his shoulder and winked at me. We arrived at the church holding hands and found space on a pew at the front. As we walked down the aisle through the already seated congregation we drew looks of shock and dismay. Indeed some actually left, apparently in disgust at the sight of a black man. There was not one face amongst them darker than evaporated milk. Some of them had no doubt witnessed our little coitus on the bench. 

It being a Catholic church there was a crucifix above the altar and a statue of the Virgin to the side, just in front of where I sat. I glanced at the Madonna's doe eyes and was startled to see how lifelike they were. When I regarded the figure of Christ on the cross I could have sworn I saw Him wink at Beau. 

The priest with his Hollywood idol features and his cherubic alter boys in tow appeared and the service began. Soon I was in danger of falling asleep. It was only Beau's secret caresses that held my interest. After what seemed an age we all stood to mumble an 'Our Father'. 

Father Cruise then spread his arms and declared, "Let us offer each other a sign of peace."

People all around us turned and shook each other's hands. Beau eagerly participated, though some seemed reluctant to comply. No one accepted my offer. As we sat down again I felt deeply resentful with all around me and wondered why Beau had dragged me to this awful place. He squeezed my arm. He had noticed my irritation. He uncrossed his legs and looked away from me and suddenly seemed to find something on the other side of the alter fascinating

I noticed a twitching in his skirt. He parted his knees and a pink, bulbous object appeared between them. It grew in length and curved around his knee until it was pointing its singular eye at me. It was growing at an amazing rate. This surprising sight gave me an erection that pushed so hard against my pants that two buttons popped off and flew at the alter boys. My fly burst open and my moist, precum leaking helmet broke free from my pants in the same way a grotesque alien had once burst from John Hurt's chest. Father Cruise could not help but stare at our lengthening organs. I shrugged and tried to look casual. My helmet spiralled upwards, groping the air like a flower in a time lapse film. Beau's slim pink cock found my thick dark one and began to snake around it like a creeping plant. Mine was irresistibly drawn towards him and was soon sliding up the inside of his bare thigh.

Father Cruise coughed and continued mumbling his way through the service, nudging the hypnotised boys every time he required something of them. So far no one else seemed to have noticed the amorous antics in the front pew. 

Beau had slid his cock into my pants through the fly and it was pushing its way down to my asshole. I twisted around to allow him to penetrate me while he turned to me, put his arm around me and guided me inside him with his free hand. Our cocks both grew that extra inch simultaneously and shot up into our anuses. We began to fuck each other passionately. 

It slowly became clear to the congregation that something untoward was up. People at the back were standing and craning their necks to get a better view while others were storming out, shouting racist abuse. The altar boys were dragged out by their mothers, much against their will. 

Beau's lovely penis fucked me deeply, throbbing ardently in my bowels, while his tight bottom lovingly squeezed me. We both caressed each other's twisting cocks which writhed like copulating eels. My orgasm erupted from the base and slowly travelled up my huge length towards Beau's ass. Extreme pleasure burnt through the long shaft, pushing further with each throb until my semen spurted inside him. He held me tightly, pressing his cheek against my back, while he moaned and cried with every spasm of his distended organ. Eventually, after his length was filled with sweet hot cum, giving him an incredible amount of pleasure, his spunk burst from his helmet and flooded my asshole. We continued fucking and kissing until our final throbs had died. Slowly our turgid cocks shrank back to their normal size and slithered back between our legs and out of sight. Then we looked up to find we had a congregation of our own. 

"You're gonna burn in Hell!" cried someone from the back, but most people, including Father Cruise, were staring at us avidly, apparently waiting for more. 

The experience of fucking before a congregation was a new one to me, but having such a perfect body allowed me to put aside my inhibitions. I looked questioningly at Beau and he pointed at the figure of Mary who stood before us on a plinth beside a pillar with her arms open invitingly. Her skin really was a remarkably authentic tint of pale brownish pink. Beau undressed and walked over to the altar which, to my amazement, he climbed and he lifted himself onto the crucifix with the ease of a trapeze artist. He pulled at the loincloth which fell away revealing the Divine Cock of Christ. And what a beautiful Cock it was! It sprang into action immediately. Somehow Beau managed to turn and press his ass against Jesus while he reached up and gripped His arms. He gripped the sides of the cross between his small feet and began to move his hips back and forth on His length. He ground himself against Jesus and moaned while his erection pointed Heavenwards.

Utterly stunned, it was a while before I realised that I was being eyed avariciously, but not just by the remaining members of the congregation. Other eyes, beautiful, sad doe eyes, were gazing at me with an incredibly deep, aching love. I wasted no time undressing and mounting the plinth. Everyone stood agape as Mary allowed me to lift the hem of her robe to reveal her stunning, naked body. 

"It's a miracle!" declared several. 

She smiled up at me so sweetly I felt my erection smack against my belly. I lifted her robe over her head and flung it down among the congregation where they began fighting over it. Her long hair was a gorgeous nut brown and her eyes were deep pots of clear honey. She was holding her hands clasped tightly before her loins. I took them and gently placed them on mine. I pressed the head of my cock to her hirsute pudenda and raised one of her legs to allow me penetration. I encountered an obstruction of some kind and she winced. It took me a moment to realise I was about to fuck a virgin, The Virgin after all, and I would need to be simultaneously forceful and gentle. I held her full soft cheeks in my hands, kissed her tenderly and pressed myself slowly against her hymen. She cried out and I felt the hymen tear against my helmet. She trembled and tears sprang from her wide eyes, but she held me tightly and allowed me to enter her pussy. She was so tight it was quite an effort to penetrate her even just a couple of inches. I fondled her small breasts and stroked her wide hips while she lifted her leg and pressed her instep against my buttocks. Her soft body really felt amazingly good against mine. 

"You fiends!" shouted someone from the back.

I heard Beau and Jesus grunting together, but Mary and I seemed to have drawn a larger congregation. I pulled out of her for a moment before sliding back inside. I managed to enter her more deeply this time and she responded by gripping and clawing my back.

"Vere profundus!" she moaned and bit my neck.

I lifted her other leg and began shagging her in earnest. She was so sweet and beautiful. Her tear streaked cheeks flushed and moistened even more with sweat. 

"Vos es sic magnus!" she cried, sobbing with ecstasy.

"You're so tight!" I complimented her, loving the feel of her pussy gripping me like a vice. 

I felt something wet hit my back and realised people were pelting me with something. I could care less, bollock deep as I was in the Universe's tightest snatch. I was fucking Mary so energetically now that her ass had ridden up the pillar and I was standing on tiptoe. I pulled her against me and her pussy slid all the way back down onto my cock. She gasped, wrapped her arms and legs around me and kissed me roughly. I felt her come so violently I was afraid I would slip backwards and fall off the plinth. I held her firmly as she shivered and shook in my arms. I pushed her against the pillar again, rammed my cock in her as deep as I could and spunked at the wall to her womb. She came again and her screams reverberated around the stone building. She babbled incoherently, foamed at the mouth and slipped off me. She fell at my feet in a quivering, blubbering heap. 

I jumped back down to the floor and felt for the objects that had stuck to my back. They were plastic and sticky. Condoms. Used, spunk filled condoms. What the fuck were church goers doing with those? Everyone turned their attention to the crucifix where Jesus and Beau were reaching their climax. More condoms had stuck to them. Jesus grunted, straining against the nails in His hands and feet. His eyes rolled up into their sockets and His crown of thorns slipped off. So turned on was Beau by the feeling of Jesus ejaculating inside him that he came without his own cock needing to touched. I stood below and caught all of his sweet spunk in my mouth. Although Beau shook back and forth, spattering his cum far and wide, I was able to catch every drop by dancing swiftly from one side of the altar to the other. He lifted himself off Jesus' swollen, cum moistened Penis, turned and stood with one foot on the base of the cross where Jesus' feet were nailed and with his other leg curled around Jesus' thighs. 

Beau kissed and fondled the Messiah, preventing His Erection from softening. Soon Jesus was rock hard again. Everyone jostled for position beneath the cross, desperate to catch some of the Divine Spunk. People pushed and shoved for a spot where they thought the Spunk would be most likely to fall. As Beau jacked off Jesus the first glob of Cum shot from the Cock of Christ high into the air and soared into the shadowed arches. It reappeared further back than people had anticipated and thus began a mass scramble over the first few pews. One large man was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time and caught the glob deftly in his gob. There was no time for admiration or consternation as Jesus had already fired off several more sticky wet love bullets which were now falling to where everyone had been crushed together before. I was lucky enough to catch one. Several women caught Cum in their hair. Beau wanked the Cock more vigorously and a deluge of Cum showered down upon us like a blizzard. Wet sticky flakes stuck to our bodies and clothes. 

"The Body of Christ!" he intoned not so reverently. 

"The Spunk of Christ!" Father Cruise shouted up to him, his cum drenched face a picture of unbridled joy. 

Beau blew me a kiss. 

"I told you I could make somewhere more fun!"

"You weren't kidding!" I replied. 

Eventually the Cum deluge eased off, though I suspected that was more from Beau's hand growing tired than Jesus' Balls lacking more Cum to ejaculate. The same wide eyed look of awe illuminated His bearded face, but now it was free from the look of suffering that always seemed to have troubled it. His saliva had frothed from the corner of His mouth and bubbles glistened on His beard. Mary, meanwhile, had stood down from the plinth and was kneeling on the floor, her hands pressed together at her breast in prayer, her face turned towards her Son. 




Neurofucker Ch. 02



"There they are!" shouted a woman's uncouth voice from the entrance. "Get 'em now!"

Silhouetted against the light from the doorway stood several men and women holding a variety of gardening implements. 

"Shit!" said Beau and began dressing. 

I quickly pulled on my pants and shirt. Our Cum coated congregation quickly understood the situation and ran out through the door. The armed people ignored them, allowing them to exit unharmed. Then a hand spade sailed though the air and hit Mary on her shoulder. She winced, but continued praying. 

"Hey!" I shouted angrily. "That's Our Lady you just hit!"

"You can take 'your lady', you black monkey, and fucking well pimp her somewhere else!" shouted a gothic looking woman. 

"But she's the Mother of God!" I protested.

"Don't you dare blaspheme, nigger!" shouted a smartly dressed gentleman. "Since when was the Mother of God naked? That 'lady' of yours is nothing but a common slut!"

Beau grabbed my arm.

"Come on!" he hissed. "And grab her too if you want to avoid seeing something nasty. They don't seem to know who she is with her clothes off." 

He blew a kiss at the crucifix and waved.

"Thanks, Jeez, mate," he called. "It was awesome!"

Jesus merely nodded, shagged out as he was from Beau's ravishment of him, not to mention the nine inch nails buried in his flesh.

I cast about for Mary's robe but found only one or two shreds of blue material. The vultures had obviously grabbed the rest and were no doubt tearing it to pieces outside. I lifted Mary, naked as she was, and allowed Beau to usher us towards a passage that presumably led to the sacristy and, hopefully, to an exit from the church. The small army of angry villagers dashed forwards down the aisle. The three of us ran through to a room full of clothes, not vestments as I had naturally anticipated, but fancy dress party outfits.

"What the fuck?" I said to Beau.

"Pays to think ahead, doesn't it?" he said and grabbed a pirate's costume. 

I found some clothes for Mary: a skirt and a top. It was only after she had donned them that I realised she was now dressed as a tart. The pink top squeezed her gorgeous boobs revealingly and the black skirt barely covered her slightly plump ass. Pubic hair was visible below the hem. She seemed unconcerned, however. I found a gorilla outfit and leapt into that as quickly as I could. I was thinking wryly how appropriate this choice might seem to our pursuers when they burst into the room brandishing their gardening tools with bloodlust written on their Caucasian, middle class faces. 

"Fuck this," I said to myself. 

Much as I appreciated Beau's site, I was far from willing to suffer torture at the hands of these lunatics, so I stuck my hand under the mask and tapped my left nostril to end the session. Nothing happened. I looked at Beau helplessly while the goth laughed callously. 

"Do you think we'd just let you get away?" she crowed. "You bastards are frozen into this site until we've finished with you."

"Hackers," explained Beau. "Sorry."

The woman laughed again and demanded, "So which one of you wants to feel my prong first?" while she poked her rake at my muzzle. 

I lost control of myself and an unpleasant odour travelled up the inside of my costume to fill my mask. The woman turned her black eyes to meet mine and I silently cursed Beau for programming his site with such an unnecessary amount of detail. 

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010 



Neurofucker Ch. 03



Beau, Mary and I stared back at our aggressors as they moved closer. The goth had clearly chosen me as her first victim, perhaps because of my offensive smell. 

"Did you say it plans to think ahead, Beau?" I asked as his hands waved in the air before him. "What a fine Unholy Trinity we make! A whore, a gorilla and Captain Jack Fucking Sparrow!"

"Shh!" he demanded as his skull ringed fingers darted quickly around the virtual keyboard that only he could see. 

"Where's that phone box?" I wondered anxiously.

I turned to Mary. She seemed unworried about the danger we were in. Her doe eyes were calmly entreating the villagers to desist. It occurred to me that she was surprisingly young to have a grown Son. And why had I needed to break her hymen if she had given birth? These and other thoughts about this site of Beau's served to distract me from our immediate danger. Then, as the villagers pressed closer, I saw Mary lift her eyes Heavenwards and begin to pray in Latin. I nearly did the same. How could I have allowed myself into a situation where a gang of religious nutcases wanted to subject me to torture and where I was unable tap myself out and go back to living my normal, boring life? 

The goth raised her rake, lunged at me, howled with rage and struck, planting the prongs into the side of the giant, nine foot tall ebony dildo that sprung from the floor just at that moment. Everyone leaped back in shock. 

The obscene object absorbed all light. It was a black silhouette, a hole in reality and an affront to the sanity of all those who gazed upon it. The scrotum sprouted bulbously from the base on one side, its main body was firm and straight as a column and at the top it thickened into a ridged crown. The tip had made an inverted crater in the white ceiling with cracks radiating out from it. Its dimensions were most impressive and it must have surely been valued greatly by whichever giantess or giant it belonged to. 

The goth wangled her rake free. Like the rest of her companions she was too awestruck to notice Beau scrabble for the door. Despite having to rely purely on touch, as the Dildo reflected no light, he found a way to open a flap in the side, an action that could only be discerned by the Dildo's sudden widening, and jumped in. Mary and I followed and the three of us pressed together in the absolute darkness of the interior. We could hear our enemies scratching at the door and we held our breath, hoping they would be unable to find the knob. 

"OK," I breathed, "so now what, Beau?

"Um," he said. 

Mary continued to pray and the impotent howls of rage outside slowly faded. 

"Does Mary know what she's doing?" I fretted.

I occurred to me then that it was Mary, not Beau, who had saved us and was now in control of the situation. 

"Mary doesn't really know owt," said Beau awkwardly.

"She seems to know more than you," I scoffed while I removed the sweaty gorilla mask.

"She's just software, Ian," he sighed. "She's like a figment of my imagination. I created her. She's hollow, like an avatar with no user."

"Are you out of your mind?"

I was really beginning to lose patience with my friend, software whiz kid and great fuck though he was. There was no way she could only be software. Her passion was genuine, that was certain. 

He sighed again.

"I'm sorry. I thought I'd made that site pretty secure and I didn't expect people like that to be any good at hacking."

I felt gentle, cool fingers fumbling at my crotch and my furry gorilla pants being pulled down a little to free my penis. I felt moist lips touch my cock and a soft palm cradle my balls. 

"Beau?" I queried into the darkness. "Is that you?"

If this was his way of making things up to me, he was going the right way about it. 

"Is what me?"

Then I realised Mary had stopped praying. Overcome with sudden lust I reached out for Beau and planted my lips on his. We played with each other's tongues and sucked each other's lips. Mary sucked my cock to the root, pulled back, then sucked me again. Her lips moved up and down on me more quickly than I had imagined possible. 

When Beau moaned, "Oh Mary!" into my mouth I guessed we were both being pleasured simultaneously. 

I wrapped my arms around his small body and pressed him against me. Pleasure built in me quickly, not just in my genitals, but in my mouth. His passionate kisses were making my mouth and throat tingle in new and interesting ways. I was thrusting my hips upwards, thrashing and grunting, repeatedly poking my cock into Mary's head while I sucked on Beau's tongue. I kissed him hard and ran the tip of my tongue around the rim of his mouth. He held me tightly and I felt pleasure build in my balls and stomach. Ejaculate erupted from my belly in both directions, gushing though my genitals and up through my throat. I came at both ends, squirting my cream into Mary's mouth and vomiting cum into Beau's mouth. I heard it guggle down their throats. A few moments later he did the same and a mixture of his hot ectoplasmic boycum and mine shot up from his throat. I swallowed it all, gallons of it though there seemed to be. We licked each other's lips while his midriff shook and squirmed. I loved the feel of his small frame vibrating against me and the sound of Mary gulping his cum. 

I felt thinner lips on me then and a larger, voluptuous body press into me. Mary cupped my face in her long fingered hands and kissed me sensually. Then I heard her do the same to Beau. I laughed breathlessly.

"You're a genius, Beau. I've fallen in lust with software!"

Somehow we repositioned ourselves in the blackness with Mary's ass against my moist dick. I felt her lean forward and heard Beau groan. I placed my cock at the door of Mary's anus and gently nudged her. I spent a while lubricating her hole with saliva and the cum from my cock end. Disappointingly, Mary's anus seemed far too tight for my wide prick, so I settled for fucking the crack of her buttocks for a while as I fingered her clitty. I rubbed myself back and forth over her hole, loving the feeling of her ass cheeks around me. I felt so masculine, so much a man, so strong and virile. I replaced my mask, though the others could not see, and growled like a beast. I felt primal and free from all the imprisoning inhibitions of modern life. I took my joy stick in my paw, moved it downwards, rubbing my helmet over her slick skin, and quickly thrust upwards into her fanny. I had little room to manoeuvre, pressed hard as I was against the wall, so I rocked her hips from side to side to maximise my thrusts while constantly rubbing and stimulating her joy button. She groaned happily into Beau's penis.

Hands brushed my face and shoulders, making me wonder what kind of position Beau must be in. His moans were coming from the other side of Mary, yet I received a sharp bite on the neck. I decided he must have been contorted into a most awkward posture.  

Mary's pussy contracted hard on my cock, squeezing it like a fist. She pushed herself against me, trapping me, and squirted streams of girlcum into my fur. From that, her wails and the trembling in her long legs I realised I had given her a most satisfying orgasm, so I withdrew and spunked over the small of her back. I leaned forward, rubbed my gorilla juice into her, then grasped her tits with my hairy paws. 

"Ahh!" cried Beau, having been brought to an obviously pleasing climax. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Mary straightened and I felt her body turning while still pressed against me. She kissed my muzzle and her lips were hot and sticky. Something strange seemed to have happened to my skin, but I was immediately distracted from this by vibrations in the floor and a series of soft knocking sounds. There having been total silence from outside for a while, this came as quite a shock. 

"What's going on, Beau?" I asked, unable to keep the quavering from my voice. 

"I think we've arrived."

"Oh yeah?"

There came a faint wind from beyond the door. Where the hell were we now? I heard Beau push the door and a thin vertical shaft of orange light split the blackness above his head in two. The sudden rush of warm, fresh air came as a relief to me, and, no doubt, my companions, after having been forced to inhale the noxious smell from my rectal voidance. I moved to one side to gain a better view and was blinded by a bright yellow light. The shaft widened and the three of us were bathed in a warm ochre glow. I saw Beau push the door open and step out onto dusty, stony ground. I saw then that there was something wrong with his hand. Also, his face was covered in stubble which did not suit him at all. 

"Beau, honey?" I said concerned as I stepped out of the Dildo with Mary. 

When I took his arm I was confronted with a hook, but no hand.

"Oh shit," said Beau, regarding me with concern. "Now you really are a gorilla."

I felt my face and prodded my body gingerly. Instead of feeling myself through the material of the gorilla suit I was now feeling with the suit itself. My skin had become the suit! I only realised then that my posture was so stooped my head was now on a level with Beau's. 

"I'm a fucking gorilla!" I howled hoarsely.

I turned my simian glare on Beau who, disturbed by the sight, edged away from me. He fell in the dust, kicking his wooden leg in the air. Mary and I ran to his aid and tried to find his old leg, but now it ended in a stump and the rest was now hewn from oak. I sniggered.

"It's not funny, Ian!" he said crossly, pulling his black, three cornered hat down and struggling to his foot. 

Mary maintained her placid, altruistic, loving expression throughout. Her face was now daubed with thick make up, her minuscule skirt was leather and she wore red stilettos. 

Swearing to myself I tapped my right nostril and was able to bring up my virtual keyboard. I tried to access the site's settings so that I could at least be rid of this ridiculous avatar, but the ape body failed to change back into my beautiful muscular human body no matter how many times I hit 'enter'. From the sight of Beau's fingers and hook wiggling desperately in front of him I guessed he was attempting, and failing, to restore his missing bits.

I gave up and considered the three of us standing there, in the middle of a dry wasteland. I howled with laughter and the deafening sound echoed from some distant rocks. Apart from those and the Dildo there was nothing to break the scene of utter desolation. There were no signs of life anywhere, not even vegetation. In these days of overpopulation when all the Earth's resources had been plundered and almost exhausted, including living space, such scenes could only exist in virtual reality. Once again I was in awe of Beau's ability to create such an environment so convincing to the senses. The sun squatted on the horizon and threw pink streaks across the clouds. Just then the wind stopped for a second, fell silent, juddered and recommenced. The glitch comforted me slightly, reminding me that, back in Deckard House, my old body was safe, female, fur free and smooth browed. 

"Well," I said to my companions, "it's really been nice seeing you again, Beau, and it's been lovely meeting you, Mary, but I really need some rest. So if you'll excuse me." 

I tapped the left side of my flat broad nose to end the session. Nothing happened. Unreality persisted, rather impertinently I thought. 

"Fuck it!" I screamed, making my friends jump.

Beau tried and also failed to exit. He hobbled about irritably, smiting the dust with his stump. Mary stuck her finger up her nose, but also failed to vanish. 

"It won't work for you," mumbled Beau at her. "Bugger it! I don't even know why I'm talking to it."

"Don't be rude to Mary."

He turned to me with exasperation on his child like face. 

"I told you she's not real, Ian!" 

I looked away, ignoring him. He sighed again.

"I'm sorry, Ian. I'm a bit upset. I just can't think what's happened. I think we must've really upset those church people."

When he lifted his eyes I saw they were red and glistening with tears. I went to him and pulled him to me. I did not mind when he accidentally poked me in the back with his hook. He had told me his user was thirty two, but I was beginning to believe he was really a child. I let him cry into my fur like the little boy his user probably was. He was clearly very scared and unable to think of a way for us to escape. This hardly lifted my mood, but as his elder, I felt obliged to show him as much courage as I could muster. I exchanged smiles with Mary and felt grateful for her company too. 

"So," I said presently, holding Beau's arms and regarding him firmly, "what's our best plan? Should we get back into the Dildo?"

He shook his head and made to wipe his eyes with his hook before realising and using his hand. 

"I don't know, Ian," he said. "I'd like to lie down for a little bit." 

He pointed to the distant outcrop of rocks. 

"We could shelter there," he suggested. 

Mary and I agreed as the Dildo offered no room to lie down and the shadow it cast was too slender to shelter three. As we set off, my eyes were drawn momentarily by something near it. I saw nothing, but wondered if Beau had added some simulations of wildlife on this site. When I wondered this aloud he shook his head and continued hopping. Despite his disability and Mary's stilettos we reached the rock more quickly than I had expected. However, the warm temperature had not increased as I had anticipated. The sun was still on the horizon and the clouds appeared motionless. Maybe this was an unfinished site that Beau had not been able, or inclined, to complete. On the other side of the outcrop, beneath an ominously overhanging rock there was a small cave where we lay down in the cool air. I was startled to find animal droppings and so was careful to find somewhere reasonably clean. 

After a short doze I awoke to see, near the mouth of cave, Mary sitting in Beau's lap with her arm around his shoulder. His hat was off and she was unbuttoning his white frilly shirt. She held his chin and placed her mouth firmly on his. She then removed his shirt, unbuckled his pants and removed those too. He seemed self conscious about his missing members, but Mary smoothed his furrowed brow with more kisses. She gently unbuckled the straps that fastened his hook and peg to his stumps and kissed the soft flesh thus revealed. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, smiling at him encouragingly. His stiffy poked against her thigh and she softly placed her hand on it. My own penis was hard by now, so I hopped across the rocky surface of the cave towards them. Beau yelped at the sight of me, then apologised timidly. I shrank at the sound of his alarm as it echoed behind me. Mary smiled at me, but Beau was unable t0 hide his revulsion. I took the message and miserably retired to a corner to masturbate while my friends enjoyed themselves. I admired their beauty and wished I could participate in their pleasure. They seemed made for each other. From where I watched shadows concealed poor Beau's physical defects. They both had such lustrous, long, dark hair, such beautiful alabaster skin and it seemed I was witnessing the miraculous sight of a seraph copulating with a cherub. 

She sat astride him and rubbed herself against his thigh. He fondled her boobs and wauled as she continued to rub his prick. She sucked him for a while, affording me an opportunity to admire the wide pale pink cushions of her rear. Then she gently eased herself down on him to straddle him again. Her back was curved so that her ass was against his thighs and I realised that she was fucking him anally. Unlike mine, Beau's prick must have been small enough to penetrate her there. Initially, as she lifted herself up and down on him, she accompanied her movements with faint whines of protest, but these soon became wails of pleasure. She rubbed herself back and forth across his lap, gathering speed. Beau clasped her shoulders, bit her neck and gasped, a broad, child like smile of joy on his sweet face. He nuzzled her neck, licked her ear and began to fuck to her back energetically, his whole body rocking and bucking. 

"Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" he cried, shaking bouncing beneath her.

Cum rocketed from my jet black prick, hit the rock above and hung there like a stalactite. I fired the next volley in the direction of the two lovers. One hit Mary's back, the other landed in Beau's hair, though they seemed not to notice as they came together, their moans and groans ricocheting around the cave walls. I had managed to stifle my own, so as not to scare them. I could hear the squelching of him inside her and the rasping of her hand in her pubic hair. I saw Mary's ejaculation from where I sat, her juices shooting upwards like a fountain between their faces. Jets of her cum arced over their heads, catching the light and glistening like droplets of rain. She seemed to have an unlimited source of energy and maintained her pounding of him until he seemed utterly spent. She lovingly caressed him as he regained his breath. His flushed face was wet and glowed with love. He smiled his cheeky smile with the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. I felt so sorry for having been angry with such a lovely boy and shed another tear for myself in self pity, this time from my eye. 

"Vos es valde dulcis," she told him softly.

After bestowing on him some more gentle petting, she stood and walked a few paces from the cave. Her naked body looked so fabulous against the orange and blue sky. She laughed, turned to Beau and began capering up and down, kicking up dust and stones, even cartwheeling and jumping. Beau managed to ease himself up by holding onto the rock and he hopped over to her with his three stumps waggling in the air. She grasped him firmly and lifted him high into the air above her head. She spun him around and around, making him laugh and squeal like a child. Then she held him to her like a doll, squeezing him to her breasts. 

Just as Beau began sucking on her nipples we all started at a sudden noise. From inside the cave I was unable to tell from which direction it came. The happiness fled from Beau's face as he hopped back quickly to the cave for his clothes. In a panic he stumbled and I leapt to his aid. He did not flinch from me, which gladdened me somewhat. Mary and I helped him dress and reattach his hook and peg. Mary seemed unconcerned about her clothes and neither Beau nor I were about to object to that. She had sweated her awful make up off and was now as fresh as I had seen her in the church. I asked Beau what he thought the noise could have been. It had sounded like a large animal. He shook his head, apparently unable to think of an explanation. We cautiously edged our way around the rock until we came again into view of the Dildo. 

The obelisk thrust up from the ground and stood like a penis shaped black hole against the dawn, but now there were several smaller black shapes moving around it and edging slowly closer. There must have been about twenty of them. 

Beau snickered and said to me, "They look like you."

The ape like men, or men like apes had reached the Dildo and were now gingerly touching its surface.

"Yeah, but who the fuck are they?" I wondered.

He shrugged. "I guess they're users who found this site and decided they liked it. I never promoted it, but anyone can use it if they like, just like the last one."

"But it looks like they're about to the use the Dildo! If they take that we're stuffed!"

"They probably won't. They're not stuck here like us. They can exit whenever they like. It's only your software and mine that's been corrupted."

"I'm glad you know what's going on, 'cause I'm fucked if I do!" 

"Shh!" Mary hushed us. "Ego sentio a nocens sensus super is."




Neurofucker Ch. 03



"It should be OK," said Beau and, beckoning us to follow, moved away from the rock and approached the site's visitors. 

When we came within shouting distance he called to them, waving his hook and tripping over a stone. Mary and I both held him as we walked. The hairy humanoids spun around and fixed their shining black eyes on us with convincingly bestial hostility. One opened its mouth to reveal fangs of concerning length, waved one arm as if to shoo us away, and in an accent similar to Beau's, only broader, answered, "Only ape avatars are allowed here, thou knows! Get thee gone, thou importunate ninny hammers!"

Close to the Dildo a group of five apes were conferring and I felt a chill. There was clearly going to be trouble with this lot, who clearly saw Beau and Mary, and possibly me, as unwelcome intruders. Beau smiled his innocent smile.

"Please just let us get to our transport and we'll be out of your way," he said affably, commendably concealing his fear.

"That's right," I added. "We don't want to spoil your fun, or whatever it is you get up to here."

As we neared them I became aware that one had broken away from the group and was now quite close to me. It really did look like some kind of missing link or primitive man.

"Hello," it said in a woman's voice. "What's your name then?" 

She edged closer and sniffed. Another shuffled over and eyed me up and down. Before I could think to defend myself one had my legs in a firm grip and the other was pulling me down. I struggled against them, rolling helplessly in the dust, but they were remarkably strong. One straddled my chest, forcing me to inhale fumes from her filthy, hairy behind. The other set about yanking on my apehood as one would a subway strap until it was painfully sore. Beau would have come to my aid had he not been too busy contending with his own assailants. 

"Look, please," he entreated, as a number of apes began pulling on his pirate outfit, forcing him to hop from side to side to avoid toppling over again. "Can't we come to some kind of amicable agreement?"

"Amicable nowt!" growled their apparent representative. "Efackers, this is a right twatty avatar ye got 'ere!" 

I pummelled the back of the ape on my chest, but to no avail. Her weight was impossible to shift and was nearly suffocating me. Meanwhile the other was performing oral on me with all the delicacy one could expect from an ape. Five others had gathered round to watch. I noticed they were passing an object between them and each one seemed reluctant to hold it. 

It was a pair of gardening shears. 

I screamed. One who seemed to hold no qualms about using such a tool on a vulnerable gorilla grabbed them from the others, grinned at me and tested them, snicking at the air before my face with the sharp blades. I screamed again and fought even more desperately against my molesters. 

Suddenly there was a piercing, shrill noise that filled the perpetual dawn of the barren landscape. The apes stopped their threats and molestations and turned to face the Dildo. Through their bent, hairy legs there shone a bright pink strobing light. I was quickly abandoned by my admirers and would be castrators. A few feet from where I lay I saw Beau once more on his back with his hook and peg flailing impotently. The Dildo was a bright pink throbbing obscenity that, nevertheless, seemed to be inspiring a religious devotion in the apes. They were kneeling before it, frozen in awe. In front of it stood the curvaceous silhouette of Mary, her arms outstretched, while her ecstatic prayer could just be discerned above the electronic shriek. I scrambled to my back paws and went to help Beau who was unable to stand by himself. We made no attempt to shout above the noise and agreed, with many wild gesticulations, that making for the Dildo as quickly as possible was our best plan. We hopped and shuffled between the supplicants, casting long shadows behind us in the almost blinding pink light from the Dildo. The knob was just as troublesome to find as before, but find it we eventually did and pulled the door open. I grabbed Mary's uplifted arm and hauled her in behind us. The apes were apparently far too in awe of the Dildo to detain us. 

The interior, in contrast to before, was now so bright one had to close one's eyes firmly for a while before they became adjusted to the glare. Before I managed to open them I became aware that my body was different again. I felt my chest and hips and was profoundly relieved to find that my avatar had reverted to its default setting. I opened my eyes to see my gorgeous, brawny, dark skinned body complete with silk shirt and leather trousers. I threw my head back and laughed, but moaning from a few feet away sobered me quickly. 

As my eyes adjusted further I found I was standing in a room larger than the Dildo could possibly contain. Everything was bathed in a bright, slowly strobing, pink light that hurt the eyes and colored all it touched to the extent that our surroundings seemed to be throbbing like tumescent flesh. Mary stood near to me, back in her robes, looking as divine and pure as ever. We were in a circular room dotted with odd bulbous growths on the wall, a large flat screen television set opposite the door we had entered and with a table in the centre full of multifarious, arcane devices whose functions one could merely guess at, save the black old fashioned dial telephone in the centre. 

Beside the table stood a stocky, middle aged man in a long tartan coat and an even longer tartan woolly scarf. A look of absolute horror troubled his cherubic face. His spherical head bore three strands of jet black hair combed across his otherwise completely bald shining pate. However, his innocent features were unmistakable. It was Beau.

Mary and I went to console our friend. It was only Mary's look of admonition that stopped me from bursting into uncontrolled peals of laughter. 

The floor lurched and I guessed that we were on our way again.

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Neurofucker Ch. 04



Four — Uranus

The loud, cacophonous wheeze recalling that of musical pipes being played badly, accompanied by piano strings being scraped and faulty plumbing burbling that emanated from the wall, told me that that Beau was having some difficulty transferring the Dildo to another site. His unintelligible ranting also suggested that things might have been going a little better for us. 

"Mainenan wark, damn ye!" he cursed, fighting with the controls and pacing around the table looking like a constipated owl. "Ye glaikit baaay jobby!" he raved while his thin combover waved pathetically. 

His head was a purple berry of rage. Where had my charming Beau, the girlish boy, the elfin sex doll gone? This avatar was repulsive! I wanted whoever had done this to him to pay dearly for this disgusting affront to my friend's beauty. His apparent enchantment had even proved impervious to an intense hour of incessant Ave Marias by Mary over his polished head, though why she had thought it necessary to pray to herself for intercession I could hardly guess. There were no chairs on board, so Mary and I sat on the floor with our backs to the heaving, fleshy wall. I had felt sea sick for hours, but my avatar had been reluctant to let me vomit. I hoped that Mary's constant prayers for our deliverance would soon be answered. We had all tried tapping ourselves out again. No dice. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever wake up from this seemingly endless dream.

The television had been displaying nothing but shifting, abstract blocks of color. There was a remote control with which Beau had failed to persuade the screen to show anything that made some kind of sense. The zapper skidded across the floor and hit my foot. Suddenly I voided my stomach after all, and saw, amongst the bile in my lap, a ball of the used condoms from the church. 

I don't recall eating those, I mused. 

I looked at the screen and saw that, occasionally the blocks would reconfigure themselves into vaguely discernable shapes: a greenish blue sphere in blackness, pale green clouds, a bubble with lights inside. Not much to make sense of, but each time such an image appeared the terrible noise around us and the sickening movement would cease momentarily. Those would then recommence as the images fractured once more. 

Mary's eternally pristine complexion and calm demeanour gave me the only reason to keep my eyes open. With her legs curled under her and her hands folded in her lap I was amazed at her acceptance of this dire situation. She was so beautiful that, despite my grumbling guts, I had an erection just from looking at her. She smiled over at me, reached out and patted my leg. When I looked down, my pants were clean again. 

Beau had lifted the phone in the centre of the table and was now yelling bursts of angry gibberish into it, such as, "Whitisgonnae oan?" and, "Gabtaeme, sameain!" 

He slammed down the receiver and fought with the controls even more ferociously. I felt sure he would give his avatar a hernia if he maintained this level of rage for much longer.

Suddenly the noise stopped, there was a thump and the force of gravity decided to stop playing yo yo with my tummy. The television now bore a legend: Parking in Uranus costs $90 per user. I summoned my virtual keyboard and entered my account details into the site. 

Beau lifted the receiver once more and bellowed, "Ahgart thes softwaur, ye divit!"

Mary stood and very kindly helped me up. 

"Ego admiratio qua nos es?" she said brightly, skipping across the floor, her bare feet flashing under the long robes. "Permissum nos adepto sicco quod animadverto!" she exclaimed and opened the door.

We were confronted by a breathtaking panorama, totally unlike anything I had ever seen. The sky was filled with huge clouds of blue and green, sculpted into beautiful shapes of baroque complexity, sweeping across the sky, racing and tearing at each other, streaming shadows over further layers of ice and gas below. A distant sun, far smaller than the one I was used to, would occasionally flash through a gap in the aerial icebergs. In contrast the landscape at ground level was illuminated in pink and red. 

Not more pink, I thought, but at least it wasn't throbbing. 

Gossamery aerial contraptions buzzed through the clouds, some descending to settle on floating landing pads and on the tops of tall, slender buildings, others shooting off into the green with fiery tails streaming behind them. There were towers tall and thin, like tendrils or fine filaments, crystalline growths lacing the air high above and linking one building to another. They shone like emerald chandeliers in the light from the distant sun. The ground level was crawling with life of all imaginable kinds, and some unimaginable. Amongst the myriad variations of the humanoid form I saw feathery winged angels, bat winged devils, multi mouthed faces and multi breasted chests. I saw centipedes of the same size and garish hue as Chinese dragons, dragonflies bearing passengers aloft to the highest reaches of the skyscrapers, swarms of huge butterflies that flew over our heads, some mating in flight and displaying their pleasure in the luminescent glow of their rainbow striped wings. 

Weaving a treacherous flight path between the insects I was a astonished to see naked trapeze artists, tumbling from swing to swing. They sang as they flew, duetting in baritone and soprano tones, narrowly missing the insects, linking legs or arms to spin together, then flying apart and catching their swings again with remarkable precision. With other acrobats providing a musical accompaniment on electronic drum pads built into their chests and genitals, the couple swung at each other, smacked together, linked their legs tightly and began screwing with frantic abandon. As their tender love duet reached its climax the juices from their lovemaking rained down upon the throng, though many seemed not to notice. Everyone streamed in and out of buildings, all apparently with an assignation of greater importance than the extraordinary sight just a few feet above their heads. 

I saw a black, furry, eight legged creature I took to be a giant spider until I noticed its whiskers, pointed ears and oval pupils. She purred as she ambled past, enjoying the many strokes she received from passers by. I decided it wouldn't do to visit this site whilst in an illegal state of mind, but then remembered I was.

"Jesus," I said, before immediately apologising to Mary. "Did you make all of this, Beau?"

"Ochaye," he replied as we all stepped out onto the glowing pink sidewalk. 

Still throbbing pinkly the Dildo had now found a place ideally suited to its environment. Phallic objects abounded, lining the street like bare trees. The doors of all the buildings were wide open to display the merry antics within. Smells with aphrodisiac qualities wafted in clouds from open windows, recalling the stimulating odour I had encountered in The Pink Cushion. I felt strongly aroused and wondered where I should start. 

Something shrieked as it passed overhead and my mind flashed back briefly to a moment during our troubled journey here. Images of some growling machine sliding across of the floor of the Dildo and a long silver and black snake rearing before me made me jump with the suddenness of their intensity. I remembered the machine sliding over me, leaving my skin cut to shreds and the snake squirting me with its venom that had turned out to be nothing but water. To save my sanity I had dismissed these as mere hallucinations, but now they returned to fill me with unease. Mary squeezed my hand and I smiled back weakly. She kissed me and the restorative effect was enough to make me forget these visions for the moment. 

There was a market opposite from where we stood and Mary seemed eager to investigate. She soon found one run by a make up artist who was offering makeovers at a fairly reasonable price. Beau very kindly offered to pay and so Mary spent a few minutes on a couch while the giant crayfish applied her art to Mary's face and nails. Beau and I spent a while wondering around while I tried and failed to get some sense out of him. When we looked over at Mary again her face was bathed in an angelic golden glow, her eyes appeared wider, her lips fuller, her nose more slender. It had been more than a mere makeover. She looked like she had undergone plastic surgery. With no bruising or plasters her face had been transformed instantly from beautiful to stunning. Her nails were long and each displayed animated picturesque views of beaches, mountains and tropical landscapes. She hugged Beau in thanks, painting his smooth head with several violet kisses. His avatar was incapable of concealing his embarrassment and his face shone a bright red. He was clearly pleased to have made her happy, even if he considered her to be nothing more than software. 

He bashfully tried to disengage himself from her and said, "Ah haetaegang somewhaur."

It seemed he wanted to leave us for a while. At least, that was my assumption from such incoherent noises. Mary pulled him back, tugging his arm, imploring him to stay with us.

"Adveho nobis," she cajoled.

"Nae!" he protested.

"Commodo."

"Laeme aloyn!"

He managed to break from her. The ball of his head flashed in the crowd, then was gone. 

"Well," I said to Mary, putting my arm around her waist, "it's his site after all."

Mary regarded me for a minute, then kissed my neck. We decided to explore and, holding hands like lovers of long standing, we also allowed ourselves to get lost amongst the thousands of people, some avatars like mine who were there to enjoy themselves, and some presumably just software, there to provide pleasure for the avatars and their users. Despite the mass of people, no one ever bumped into us or stepped in our way. It seemed that the site's software could anticipate everyone's movements and adjusted their steps accordingly, though I never felt I was being forced in a direction I did not wish to take. 

There was a flash of metal to the far left of my vision. I turned to see, amongst all the bars and sex shops, that one sold gardening tools. Some people, with their backs turned to the street, were examining some forks and hoes. I shivered and urged Mary to quicken her pace. 

We soon came to a wall, beyond which one could only see clouds. Looking over the edge I was horrified to see a gaping emptiness below and my poor stomach lurched. We seemed to be floating in the sky with no mountain, tower or any means of support. Thick clouds of jade spiralled into a gaseous whirlpool miles below and my stomach nearly found another opportunity to empty itself into the void, though apart from a small amount remaining of Beau's cum, it wouldn't have had much to hurl down there. 

As I turned away from the wall I realised Mary no longer held my hand. I saw that she had found an attraction that was clearly to her liking. On the sidewalk was a neon sign saying 'Sonic Screw: $20 per minute'. 

"Step right up, glug!" cried a huge barracuda in a tuxedo, balanced on his tail and leaning against the sign. "Step right up, glug, glug! This Leviticusly Deuteronymous device gives you the best, gargle, orgasm you never had!" 

His voice, which was of gravel, sand and filthy water gurgling at the bottom of a very deep well, came from a speaker at the side of his water mask which he wore around his mouth and gills. A tube linked this to the water tanks strapped to his back.

"It lengthens and it strengthens your orgasm to previously unknown lengths and, glug, strengths! It, glug, fucks you furiously in a fish filled feeding frenzy of flatulent, frenzied, frothing, glug, fornication that'll fry your physical form! How can you, glug, resist the power of surging, glug, sexual, glug, glug, sensual, glug, glug, glug, subterranean, sub aqueous, glug, glug, glug, gurgle, glug, sound?" 

Mary's hopeful look at me was like that of a young girl, so I allowed the site to charge my account for the cost of twenty minutes and watched as she positioned herself on the metal grid in the ground by the sign. I heard a cough and turned to the barracuda which was pointing at my groin. I wondered what he meant until I realised there was a bulge there which I could not account for. It appeared I had loose change in my pocket. I pulled out some coins for the fish. The coins all bore the same image printed on one side, that of a young, aquiline profile and the words, 'Tyranny, Bank Of Uranus'. The barracuda regarded me patiently with the huge lenses of his eyes. 

"Glug!" it demanded.

I fished for some more change and placed the coins in his outstretched fin. This seem to satisfy him and he flicked a switch behind the sign. Mary jumped up and down impatiently for it to begin. 

There was a barely audible hum from below which steadily rose and continued rising. Another tone joined it, also rising, then another and another. The first tone reached a piercing pitch, then travelled out of my hearing range. Mary hitched up her skirts slightly and stood firm with her feet apart. As each tone rose slowly there was a continual impression of something rising and rising endlessly, never reaching its ultimate destination. Mary gasped and spread her feet so far apart her fanny was almost touching the grating. From deep below loudspeakers of amazingly subtle sophistication were generating sound waves too complex for the ear to discern, but to which Mary's body was clearly responding. She laughed, threw her hair back and began to grind her hips in the air. She fell forwards onto her hands, picked herself up and brought her feet slightly nearer each other, allowing her to squat. With her hands on her knees her body twisted and humped the air. 

The sound waves had increased in speed and were now whistling and growling in a thrilling, accelerating crescendo that was doing things to me, though I was standing a few feet from the grating. Deep humming throbbed through my feet and piercing electronic voices sang in my ears. Every hair on my body vibrated, my internal organs shook and my dick tried desperately to stand to attention in my tight pants. 

Mary climaxed without even needing to touch herself. Her cream shot down through the grating onto the speakers below. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she spasmed as if in agony. 

She stood, and rubbed her breasts and stomach through her underclothes which were now revealed as her blue robe had come undone. She bit her lower lip and looked at me through half closed eyes. The sound waves had not abated and so she gave herself over to them once more, closing her eyes in expectation of another glorious orgasm. The sound increased its speed and intensity and soon she was shaking and laughing with joy. I noticed the hem of her blue outer robe had risen from her feet again, but this time her hands were behind her head. This posture had the pleasing effect of lifting her boobs and making her erect nipples poke through the white material of her underclothes. People were standing and admiring her, some expressing their admiration by masturbating at her furiously. Her blue robe and the white skirt beneath lifted and billowed about her knees to reveal her pale legs and feet. She was standing on tiptoe and this showed the curves of her legs off to perfection. As the sound waves intensified further her skirts blew up beyond her waist. She screamed like a little girl and thrust her hands down in a vain attempt to hide her hirsute pudenda from the congregation. From the sudden smell of cum that filled my nostrils I guessed that this sight must have been too much for many of her worshippers. 

"Ooh, est is non esculentus!" she exclaimed to no one in particular. 

She danced from one beautiful, dainty pin to the other while she fought a losing battle with her clothes. Despite her efforts, they flew off and shot high into the air. With her beautiful naked form thus revealed, the congregation multiplied considerably. She held her breasts with one arm, covered her pussy with a hand and blushed, but her embarrassment was quickly dispelled by the magic fingers of the sound waves. It was clear from her rapid and erratic breathing that she was approaching an orgasm of gargantuan proportions. Her whole body twitched and jumped as if electricity was shooting through her. She collapsed onto all fours, her ass facing me. A jet of hot, honey scented love liquid squirted from her rear and smacked me full in the face. This happened four more times leaving my face and shirt drenched. She continued to enjoy the remaining few minutes before my money ran out, moaning and sighing while she lay fondling herself face down on the grating. 

When the sound waves faded and died I had to pick her up, so exhausted had she become. Her limbs were as soft and shaky as jelly. Her dark hair was plastered around her cheeks and neck. Her face was a picture of transfigured ecstasy, a look recalling that of martyrs in ancient paintings, transformed by religious awe. Her body lay in my arms, so weak and spent it also brought to my mind images of Jesus, lying in her own arms after the crucifixion. When her wide eyes finally focussed on me her face broke into a smile. She linked her fingers at the back of my head and kissed me tenderly. Holding the kiss, I lifted her and carried her over to a nearby vacant seat outside a café. 

Her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her embarrassment also returned and she held her breasts and crossed her legs. My shirt, though wet from her passionate ejaculations, seemed to provide the ideal solution. I bared my chest and six pack stomach to the delight of some passers by and allowed Mary to wear the shirt until we found her robes or something else to cover her with. The soaking garment clung to her breasts and displayed them to the extent that it was hardly worth the bother, but it did reach down to cover her front and back bottoms. She thanked me, kissed me again and now seemed less self conscious. She relaxed again, sprawled in the seat and offered passers by a nice view, though she seemed uninterested in their whistles and open gawping. She was now intent on the café's drinks menu and apparently expected me to buy her something. She pointed to one item. I said I'd return with her drink and I entered the bar, named 'Royce's' according to the neon sign over the door. 

Once inside I was struck by how large it was. The lounge was the size of an aircraft hangar, with a ceiling just as high. Several ovals and squares of light shining from the far wall seemed to indicate further rooms beyond. Pictures of the same face I had seen on the coins, but much larger, with the word 'Tyranny' beneath, adorned the walls.  Smoke twirled upwards from cigarettes and cigars, many in holders of baroque design, and collected above head level to create an opaque cloud that obscured the artistic lighting. Everything was bathed and softened in a multi hued haze that smelled of powerful narcotics and exotic flowers. People breathed and gasped, making the clouds circulate, creating a unique weather system that made one person hallucinate or another feel joyous, depending on whichever cloud came their way. There were many oversized fronds and petals gently wafting in the billowing, heavy air, some throwing phallic or bestial shadows across walls, some glowing like Beau's Dildo and occasionally spurting gaseous clouds of their seed into the air, to float amongst the smoke and allow everyone to become just a little more stoned. 

As I made my way to one of the many serving counters I passed what I had thought was an orange and pink flower, only to find it was a beautiful woman. She raised a tall fluted blue glass to her burnished copper lips and a pencil thin eyebrow at me. The collar of her dress resembled the petals of a huge rose and the cuffs were like the mouths of orchids. I smiled and nodded, hoping my surprise hadn't been too obvious. 




Neurofucker Ch. 04



At the counter I managed to attract the attention of the octopus serving there. I ordered a Fast Boisterous Screw for Mary and a Harvey Buttfucker for myself. As I waited I moved my body in time to the skunge music and I admired my extraordinary surroundings some more. Sat a few feet away was a stick insect thin woman with a bong apparently made from the shell of a giant turtle. A long, thin, glass spout twisted a myriad times around her tall head before entering her mouth. She sucked on it laconically, then blew a thin tendril of smoke from her magenta lips. I caught her gazing at me in the mirror behind the row of bottles. I felt slightly self conscious with no shirt but then, as I had observed, there was no dress code here. 

Nearby there was a stage, with an illuminated floor and with two poles stretching up into the clouds. There was a man in a fluorescent, winged jock strap and sharp toed stilletto heel black boots dancing around one of the poles in time to the pounding music. His audience of business men were hooting and slapping the stage. The tops of the dancer's boots were brimming with paper money. He spun his lithe body around the pole and squeezed it between his thighs so that he hung there for an age, gyrating his hips. He slowly worked his way down and rubbed his crotch against it. When he reached the floor he climaxed, blowing his jock strap high into the air in a geyser of sexual pleasure and showering his audience with jism. One man caught the strap and screamed with joy like a girl, twirling it around his head and spattering people far and wide with the dancer's cum. 

Someone jostled me and I turned back to the octopus to pay for my drinks. A woman was standing next to me on tip toe and leaning across the counter to whisper at the octopus. I accepted my drinks from two of its unoccupied tentacles and looked my neighbor up and down. Her voluptuous form was coated in glitter from head to toe and this was her only clothing. Long, thick, dark hair fell down her back and over her shoulders. On the counter lay two gigantic lumps I had assumed were glitter covered water filled balloons until I realised they were attached to the woman's chest. The octopus nodded its bulbous head and produced an unlabelled bottle from under the counter. The woman did not pay and accepted the drink from the bartender's tentacle with a disarming, sweet, broad smile on her glittering Arabian princess features. This she then turned on me for a fleeting moment before she headed for the stage the male dancer was just vacating. 

My eyes were helplessly chained to her massive mammaries. They were far larger than her head, in fact, they were the largest breasts I had ever seen, yet they stood as pert and erect as pubescent buds. They floated before her, defying gravity, wobbling only slightly, but still apparently natural in their bouncy softness. I gaped as she jumped with one bound onto the stage. She downed her illicit drink in one, slung the bottle into the clouds, from where it mysteriously failed to return, and began to jiggle her curves around the pole in the most provocative of ways. 

A large audience gathered to sling coins and notes about her feet. She hugged the pole, licked it and made love to it, wrapped herself around it and kissed it up and down as if it were a hugely distended cock. She hooked a leg around it and hung almost upside down, waving her hands gracefully like the fluttering wings of a bird. Despite her top heavy form her sense of balance was peerless. She fondled herself in a most sensual way, particularly around her fanny where her coat of glitter was at its thickest. She fingered and frigged herself in time to the music. Everyone in the vicinity was whooping and clapping. With her poised on the brink of orgasm, a software glitch caused one of her movements to repeat many times swiftly in a loop, prolonging the suspense. 

As she came, grinding and screaming, something shot from her into the crowd. She was bent over, her head between her knees, her fanny open and shining wetly in the spotlight. Another small round object blasted from her fundament, followed by copious girlcum. Her closest admirers were soon covered in her juices and two proudly held aloft the objects that had propelled from her. With each orgasmic convulsion something bulleted from her to be caught by a lucky fan. One smashed into the bottles behind me, causing the octopus to go into an apoplectic fit of rage as it shook its tentacles at her. I reached over and picked up the missile. It was a spherical, wooden, netsuke carving of a foetus with the words 'Babies and rabies! xx, Rosie' engraved on its back. 

I was stunned by her ability to control her body whilst in the throws of orgasm. She spun around, firing more carvings all over the lounge, cumming while dancing in a delightful dervish of Dionysian debauchery. With one last twist of her supple body, accompanied by a squirt and a moan, her climax ended, as did those of many in the audience who had been pleasuring themselves unashamedly during the show. She straitened up and smiled to us as if she had done nothing but an innocent gogo dance, waved and soaked up the deafening applause. She collected up the money on the stage, put it into her mouth, swallowed, then nimbly tiptoed around the puddles of cum and leaped onto the floor, just a pace from where I was standing. 

My mouth was wide open. Her smile was so broad, her face so beautiful, I was afraid of going blind just from looking at her. Yet I continued staring speechlessly as she grabbed the Harvey Buttfucker from my hand and headed for a door, sucking on the bottle as she walked. 

"Thanks, mate," she said, raising the bottle. 

She gasped, wiped her mouth with the back of hand and eructed loudly. 

"You enjoy that then?" 

Her accent was British and unrefined, Earthy, I decided, and softened with a cute Irish twang. 

"Fuck yeah!" I gasped.

She giggled and wiggled her stunning ass at me as she strode ahead, her body several steps behind her nipples. A crowd had been following us with pens and notebooks. They were having to run as many of them were short and Rose's long legs were carrying her swiftly. Sprinting madly they managed to overtake her and block her way, forcing her to stop. She politely signed her name for all of them and kissed most of them. 

"Akira," she said to one. "You again, eh? How many times do you need my autograph?"

"Thank you, Miss Losie," said Akira, bowing graciously. 

Eventually she was able to pull away from her fans, but some grabbed her again and pleaded with her for more kisses and autographs. One received a punch on the jaw and another a knee to the groin. 

When she finally reached the door to the room she had been making for, the human female restroom, she turned to me and said, grinning, "One thing I can't stand is people who take the piss when I need to have one. 'Scuse me, love." 

I was left holding the empty bottle and staring at the animated holographic image on the door of a woman squatting and defecating, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Mary standing there in my wet shirt that hardly covered her broad buttocks. She seemed upset about something so I gave her the Fast Frenzied Screw she had asked me for an age ago. She took it but still seemed agitated. 

"Beau est sub tentatio!" she said and, though I failed to understand, it was clear she wanted my help with something. 

Behind her, from within the thick crowd of Rosie's fan club, I heard querulous protestations in a high voice.

"Not now! Not now!" 

There also came a series of squeaks of an altogether bestial nature from inside the scrum. A face emerged from the crowd, furry, grey, long eared and long toothed. It snickered at Mary and I, then disappeared for a moment. Suddenly a crowd of bipedal rabbit like creatures were filling the floor all around us. They stood on long legs at no taller than five foot including their ears. They had short fur coats, long whiskers and wore bow ties. The startling thing, not to say disturbing thing about them, was their potent sexual attraction. As they rubbed themselves against Mary and I like affectionate cats I found, to my chagrin, that I was becoming aroused. Then an elfin girl appeared, her head and shoulders an island in a sea of these strange animals, apparently attempting, and failing, to fight them off. Then I saw it was Beau, back to his original avatar, looking as sexy as ever, though flustered from fighting with the rabbits. 

"Please leave me alone!" he commanded them, but they clung to him still.

"Fucky fucky!" they squeaked needfully. "We fuck bunnies! We fuck you nicely!"

The rabbits each had long, curvaceous legs, their chests and bottoms bulged erotically and their white tails were irresistibly cute. One in particular regarded me with wide, 'come to bed' eyes. Something strange seemed to be happening to my libido. I had never been attracted to rabbits before. What the fuck was wrong with me? Mary and I endured this as calmly as we could, but Beau, being no taller than they, was engaged in a losing battle. 

Beau's protestations were nearing fever pitch when suddenly the skunge music was hijacked by a fanfare, followed by a woman's voice that boomed across the hall.

"Males and females, hermaphrodites and cosmosexuals, ailurophiles, arachnophiles, ichthyophiles and dendrophiles, please all of you give now your best attention to the Supreme Governor of Uranus, fashion guru, cyberstar, intergalactic playboy, immortal haemomaniac love god, the one, the only, Lord Royce Tyranny!" 

Some of this announcement had been obscured by the demented squeaking of the fuck bunnies. For this they were quickly reprimanded by the octopus whose tentacles had a remarkably long reach. Mary, Beau and I had looked around for the source of the voice and found a spotlit stage in a far corner of the hall. The announcer stretched out her arm in a welcoming gesture while her white diaphanous dress wafted with the smoke and her vast frothy pile of hair wobbled precariously. 

The spotlight moved away to the left and settled on one of the arched openings to the rooms beyond. Figures insectoid in their thinness emerged from the shadows, their bodies stiff as skeletons and straight as poplars. Striped Balaclava helmets obscured their thin features. Their eyes pierced coldly the souls of all whose misfortune it was to be caught in their gaze. With much ostentatation they took the stage and, after lifting the tails of their elaborate long coats, seated themselves, some on the floor, some on steps or stools, around a large jade throne. The men stared into the crowd with an infinite malice. Everyone, including the bunnies, had stopped shouting, dancing and drinking and a fear filled silence had smothered everyone like a blanket of snow. 

A lone figure even taller that these appeared in the archway, blinking slightly in the spot light, and following in his acolytes' footsteps. At last the silence was broken by nervous applause which he acknowledged with a raised thin white hand, curiously elongated by fingernails the length and sharpness of a tiger's fangs. He was dressed in a shining black leather frock coat with pleated skirt and tight black leather pants. His shoes were outrageously tall and accounted somewhat for his extraordinary height. The tops of them curled back to reveal blood red lining, giving one the impression from a distance that his skin was peeling off. His chest was bare, his cruelly chiselled face was clean shaven and his platinum blond hair was long, brushed back and spiked. A red streak parted the hair from crown to nape. 

The fanfare struck up again, this time accompanied by an irresistibly groovy beat, and the tall man broke into a wild dance. His limbs jerked spastically as if being pulled by a petulant puppeteer. His spiky form leaped about the stage while his retinue of humourless mannequins looked on. 

I felt a gentle nudge and turned to see Beau looking up at me anxiously from beneath the brim of his straw hat. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and a tie, matching denim hotpants and white, nylon, opaque pantyhose. White high heeled lace up boots completed this rather fetching ensemble that made me want to ravish him there and then. I bent and kissed him passionately, so pleased was I to find him back to his proper shape. 

He broke the kiss and shouted, "Listen! This chap's a right big knob 'round here!"

Suddenly the music stopped, but the man continued to jerk about the stage in silence to music only he could hear.

"So I gathered," I whispered back to Beau. "So where did Beau McGrumpy go?"

"Mary thought of a new prayer," he said impatiently. "It doesn't matter. The point is, this bloke might be able to help us, you know, get out of here."

"You think we should talk to him?"

"Mm hm."

Someone shushed us and we gave our full attention to the stage where the Supreme Governor of Uranus, Lord Royce Tyrrany, had stopped dancing, or whatever it was he had been doing, and was now preparing to make his speech. He grabbed the mike and his long gaze attempted to take in everyone in the hall. When he opened the thin crimson cut of his lips frighteningly sharp gold teeth flashed. 

Then he raised both his hands, one of which wore a black, diamond studded glove, and in a refined English accent ordered everyone to, "Dance, you motherfuckers!"

After a suspenseful pause, during which it seemed pretty much anything could happen, the hall erupted with a deafening whoop. The music resumed and everyone seemed to relax. I turned to Mary and Beau who shrugged in unison. We started weaving our way through the gyrating bodies towards the man we hoped could be our salvation, but something told me I was wrong to trust Beau's instinct in this. I had never observed such a pompous individual as Royce Tyranny.

And those awful shoes! 

Irma Cerrutti @ Irma Cerrutti 2010



Neurofucker Ch. 05



Five — Dance Of The Seven Rosies

Cold, pale, green eyes shone deep into my soul, freezing me like a rabbit in headlights. The lids and upper cheeks glittered with the same shade of green, as if the irises had fractured into tiny fragments and spilled onto the surrounding pallid skin. The lips shone as two slivers of copper, so long as to almost divide the jaw from the rest of the face above, producing a predatory rictus. The cheek bones were sharp as razors, the cheeks shadowy as caves. The long canines sat sheathed behind a thin layer of skin, betrayed by two slight bulges in the lips. A high collar sat on the thin shoulders like a black setting sun. The jade throne upon which the man sat was a sphere with a deep chunk excavated for a seat. A faint hoop hovered in the air around the throne, harmlessly entering and exiting the bodies of the cadaverous attendants, as if marking a boundary which only the most select could cross. Spherical satellites of a similar incorporeality floated in the air around the throne. The throne sat in the centre of a broad, ebony, circular stage beyond which everything was now a silent, empty black void. The rest of the lounge, the music and the crowd seemed to have been deleted. Thus sat Royce Tyranny in the centre of his dominion, Uranus, and all its attendant moons, floating in infinite blackness. 

Mary, Beau and I had been commanded by an acolyte to kneel at the rim of the stage. Beau and I had immediately objected and had only complied due to Mary's initially baffling but eventually persuasive cajolery, not to mention the black looks the men were giving us. It was clear Beau's website had been thoroughly hacked and usurped by this menacing individual. Yet it had been Beau who had allowed us to fall into his hands. Once again I cursed him and the trust I had placed in him. 

We had squeezed our way through the dancing throng to the stage with Beau leading the way. Our progress was slow, but he was clearly determined to pursue this course of action. By the time we reached the stage Tyranny had taken his seat and was talking with the nearest of his acolytes. The crowd thinned considerably the closer we reached the platform. An invisible barrier kept the crowd clear of the steps and it appeared that Tyranny was not about to be mobbed or faced with a crowd of petitioners. Our mere appearance at the steps was enough to draw the gaze of thirteen pairs of eyes from around the throne. Tyranny stretched out his right hand, nodded slightly and beckoned with his claws. 

The moment we ascended the steps the lounge had vanished into silence and darkness, leaving us alone with the sinister men. 

"Hey up!" piped Beau, his high voice taking an age to die in the huge space around us. 

I groaned inwardly. The nearest of the acolytes rose quickly in a rage, but were stayed by a placatory gesture from Tyranny's talons. 

"It's alright, Judy, and you, Liza," purred Tyranny to the angry young men. "No need for the pulveriser. These people are strangers here. On that we must be clear."

"Excuse me!" exclaimed Beau indignantly, "you're the strangers here. I made this website."

This time Judy and Liza had to be restrained by Tyranny who extended his arm to an extraordinary length and, without even rising from the throne, seized his men with the unfeasibly long limb and forced them back to their positions. The arm shrank back to its original size. 

Tyranny coughed, then said with a curl of his lips, "I think you may find things have changed here a bit since you wrote that rather," he stroked his chin with the gloved hand, "basic software shit." 

The men sniggered and appeared to relax at this. 

I was determined that Beau should not antagonise this egomaniac any further and said, "We were wondering, Lord Tyranny of Uranus, as you are so powerful and all knowing, if you could help us." 

Maybe I imagined it, but as the cold eyes turned to me, I seemed to detect a slight thaw. He raised a hairless brow inquiringly.

"Yes," I continued nervously, "we appear to be trapped in the Net and have no way of tapping ourselves out."

I had decided there was no need to divulge Mary's true nature, that she was not a user's avatar, and I still suspected Beau was not being entirely honest with me there. 

"We've now been stuck in Cyberspace for a day least. My body must be wandering about 'cause I only took one hypnozap and it's probably soiled itself too."

The men shifted uneasily at his unpleasant detail. 

"I'm sorry to be indelicate, my Lord," I continued, though I was hardly sorry, "but it's dangerous to be online for such an extended time, as I'm sure you know, my Lord."

Tyranny had appeared to be in a trance during my little speech. I became aware that I did not have his full attention. He was conversing with something hidden in the folds of his coat. I saw tiny, pudgy hands poke over the collar and fold it back to reveal a wrinkled homunculus resembling a bulbous, yellow vegetable with long black, straggly roots for hair. Its pudgy face was grotesquely toad like and its body appeared to be naked save a crucifix hung around its neck that covered its chest. It sat comfortably on Tyranny's lap, finished whispering to him and regarded us with wise contempt while playing with the crucifix. Tyranny winced at this, clearly revolted by the sight, and, taking the hint, it hid the icon in his pocket, laughing silently to itself. I dreaded to think what kind of perverse, sexual, symbiotic relationship these two shared. After a long pause Royce's thin frame shook barely perceptibly, shaking himself from the trance. 

He said, "Indeed, Ian, as Madame Prence here tells me you are called, a Saint Lucian."

I tried to conceal the fear and indignation I felt by this open admission that Tyranny was using this creature to collect my private data. The creature cackled and whispered some more in his ear. 

"Bodies need to be managed or they'll be damaged, eh?" said Tyranny and turned to his men who all nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, I know how it is with the physical. A lapse in bodily care would be inadmissible. Damned nuisance, but no excuse for insouciance." He folded his long hands and sympathised, "Dear, dear, dear, you do make me shed a tear," though his eyes remained dry.

I nodded, gulped and ventured, "So, can you help, my Lord?"

There was another long pause as we listened to my 'or' syllable drift into the distance. Tyranny drew a deep breath. Madame Prence burbled something that sounded like an electronic radio station jammer. Her right arm was visible, though it was little more than a stump, while the left was hidden amongst Tyranny's clothing. I had the strangest impression that she was doing more than merely advising him.

"The three of you have been stirring up the rabble, or so my gossips babble," said Tyranny.

He was clearly not a man to commit himself to anything quickly. 

After some whoops and whistles from his pet he continued, "This parody of the Blessed Virgin, so called," he snorted dismissively at Mary, "was bound to leave some users rather galled. Tell me, er," he consulted the gibbering parsnip for second, "'Beau', what consequences could you possibly expect after your little stunt in the church at quaintvillage.com a few hours ago?" 

I heard thumping sounds behind me and twisted around to see Rosie, still naked apart from the glitter, banging on an invisible barrier at the foot of the steps. She pushed her body against the smooth surface, squeezing her giant boobs until they were like two huge fried eggs covering her torso. She licked the 'glass', humped her hips against it, and stared at me lustfully. I could hardly help breaking into a smile, to which she grinned and girned while clawing frantically at the barrier in pretend helplessness. Behind her the bar of Royce's was still black and silent, yet this woman seemed to be finding a way to penetrate the stage's Stygian seclusion. Lord Tyranny's face darkened considerably at the sight of Rosie and he conferred in heated whispers with Prence and with his men. 

I was anxious to continue the discussion so, tearing my gaze away from Rosie for a moment, I again asked the Lord of Uranus, or whoever he was, if he would unhack our software, or whatever was needed, to allow us to return to our bodies. Madame Prence, with sphinx like inscrutability, emitted a bark followed by a whine that brought Hendrix's burning guitar to mind. 

Tyranny flashed his gold fangs, spread his long arms wide and said almost beatifically, "Stay good friends. Your enjoyment shall be by end. I shall do all I can to," upon which he was interrupted by renewed bangs from Rosie, followed by an almighty crash. 

Beau, Mary and I jumped forwards, away from a sound like shattering glass. Somehow Rosie had smashed the barrier with her fist and had opened up a hole. The sound of music and shouting accompanied by flashing lights burst though the hole. Then cracks radiated out, as if the air was fracturing, quickly lengthened and multiplied into a baroque network of fine lines. Rosie exchanged looks with me, mine of concern and her's of mock terror. A million glittering splinters came crashing down around her. She stood in the middle of the shower, bent with her arms over her head, until the last of the shards had fallen. To our amazement she seemed completely unharmed by the sharp, shiny fragments which now covered the steps all around the stage. Her bare feet received no cuts as she mounted the steps, bottle in hand. All around us the people danced and drank as before, but were now giving the stage an even wider berth than before. 

Rosie looked the men up and down, swigged from the bottle, licked her lips, belched and said, "Cor, fucking hell! Did someone die here, or something? It's blacker than my dog's arse around here!" 

Judy and Liza were the first to lunge at her, but again they were restrained by the long arm of their lawgiver. 

Rosie, completely undaunted, went straight up to the throne, chucked the Lord of Uranus under the chin and said, "Y'alright, Royce, my old mucker, eh? Still King of my Rear End, eh?"

It was only then she appeared to notice the tiny figure of Madame Prence and she started slightly at the hideous sight before ruffling the creature's dry hair affectionately. Royce Tyranny seemed willing, though far from happy, to endure this humiliation at the hands of a pole dancer. I was astonished at this affront to a man whom everyone else respected, if not feared. He and his men were fuming, but remained motionless. 

Rosie turned back to me and my companions, said, poking a thumb at Royce over shoulder, "Don't worry about him. I've got him taped alright. Let's leave him to ponce about some more for a bit, eh?"

The three of us followed her slowly, gauging Royce's reactions. With all his rage centred on Rosie he failed to notice us as we edged away to the steps. 

Above the music I shouted to Royce and his pet, "So you can help us, yes?"

They turned back to me and nodded in perfect synchronisation. Rosie led the three of us back down the steps and towards one of the adjacent rooms we had yet to see. I looked back to the stage where Royce was still nodding in our direction, then I exchanged looks of profound relief with Beau. I could hardly believe we had escaped that fascist with such apparent ease. 

"So what was all that about?" I asked Rosie as we walked.

She laughed and said, "I've got some super dooper virus and spyware protection he don't know about, that's all."

"Well, whatever it was," I said, "we owe you one."

"I'll remember that," she said and winked.

"Do you think we can trust that weirdo?" I asked Beau.

"I think we might not have a choice," he answered pessimistically. "I can't think of a way out of here without looking to someone like him for help."

I considered something Beau had told me before our audience with Lord Tyranny and I regarded Mary who seemed as distracted and girlishly happy as ever. 

"So Mary's prayers finally worked, huh?" 

He frowned. 

"I'm not falling for that line about her being just software again, Beau."

"She is just software!" he insisted. 

I sighed and strode after Rosie, but was stayed by Beau tugging at my arm.

"Listen, Ian!"

I stopped and regarded my friend critically. There was sadness in his big eyes as he realised he had lost my trust. 

"I stored some extra protection software in her files."

I rolled my eyes.

"She's very sophisticated, Ian. I gave her extra programs so that, if my avatar got hacked, I'd be able to use her instead."

That made me pause to consider. Mary was flirting with some bipedal feline creature that shared the same unnatural allure as the fuck bunnies. She took its paw and led it over to where I stood with Beau. I had noticed a strange vacancy on her face that suggested a certain kind of detachment or intellectual deficiency. She seemed amazingly unconcerned about our predicament.

"Commodo opportunus meus parum amicus," she said, indicating her new friend.

"Me sex kitten," it meowed, baring its fangs. "Me like to fuckyfuck you all for half price. Big discount for parties of four!"

This little speech was interspersed with purrs. It was enjoying Mary's tickles and strokes and its tail stood erect. It rubbed itself against her as if asking to be fed. It's body was curved like a beautiful girl's. 

I've really been online too long, I thought. 

Returning my attention to Beau I felt momentarily lost for words. 

"OK, maybe you're right," I said eventually, "I don't know," and hurried after Rosie. "I guess I do trust you, Beau," I said as we walked. "Not knowing the first thing about computers I don't really have a choice, do I?"

Beau looked sad, so I put my arm around his soft, small body. 

"I'm glad you're back," I said cuddling him. "I didn't like McGrumpy anymore than you," he beamed.

Rosie's long legs had carried her far ahead, through an archway to a chamber even larger than the lounge. It was circular, domed, and seemed to house some kind of swimming pool, though the liquid the people were swimming in was far thicker and cloudier than water. Everyone appeared to be naked. Men, women and various entities were fucking with a frenzied passion all around the pool's edge, but what caught my interest in particular was that many people, when reaching the point of ejaculation, would stand over the pool and add their fuck milk to the heaving mass of it apparently already deep enough for people to dive into from some very high boards. Girls screamed with delight as they sported in the water with balls and phallic inflatable dinghies. The atmosphere here was slightly cooler and more relaxed than in the lounge and it helped to soothe my jangled nerves. 

Rosie was already sat at a tropical beach style bar. She waved to us and also to an aproned fuck bunny who eagerly hopped over to her. We sat and let Rosie order for the five of us as the sex kitten seemed to have attached itself firmly to Mary. Our pole dancing friend ordered three Bukkake Bath cocktails, so appropriately named, for herself, Beau and I, a Fast Frenzied Fuck for Mary and a bowl of cream for the cat. 

The antics in the pool reminded me that it was now a few hours since I had last had sex. As we sipped our cocktails which Rosie very kindly paid for, I became increasingly horny. In particular the sight of her breasts floating between us offered a much needed distraction from my worries over my inability to exit. 

"So what's your relationship with Royce, exactly?" I asked her chest.

She sniggered.

"I just give him a private show sometimes."

She slurped on her straw while I considered this.

"That's it?" I asked, surprised. "He's that soft?"

She smacked her lips.

"He'd do anything for me."

"It must be quite a show you give him."

"The best!" With her arms folded and her legs crossed she looked at me with amusement and asked, "Want to see for yourself, mate?"

I choked on my drink. 

"You bet!" I spluttered. 

"It'll cost you, but judging by that bulge in your trousers I think you've got what it takes."

I looked at my friends. Mary had the sex kitten on her lap and looked just about ready to fuck it where she sat. Beau was playing with the assorted accoutrements in his glass.

"Can Beau join us?" I asked Rosie.

"Absofandango!" she said after downing her drink swiftly. 

She stood and led Beau and I around a gauzy curtain to a small unoccupied room with pink round sofas and chairs arranged in a circle. On a table behind one of the chairs lay a couple of pink spongy objects that resembled soft dildos. 

Rosie picked up one and said to it, "Aah, no one to play with you, darling?" 

Scrotum hung pendulously from the cock which was designed to look completely realistic. Rosie stroked it and it began to pulse and grow in her hand. 

She giggled and said, "Somewhere some guy's getting off on this."

I gawped.

"You mean that's an avatar? Just of someone's cock and balls?"

She lifted the other and tossed it to me, but it was intercepted by Beau. The thing immediately started to become engorged as he played with it. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked the tip.

"This is cute!" he declared.

Beau and I sat together on the sofa and we took turns to stimulate it. Rosie was tossing hers in the air, flipping it around, casually catching it, swinging it around her back and throwing it in the air again. The penis was rock hard and its precum was flying everywhere. She used it like a majorette's baton, spinning it crazily, using the weight of the scrotum to swing it high above her head. 

Beau passed his to me and I began wanking it. It was hot and hard. I kissed the head, then sucked it down to the balls. It felt completely real, twitching against the back of my throat. I sat it on the sofa between us so that Beau could massage the balls and rub the cock around its base while I sucked on the glans. We sucked and rubbed vigorously, enjoying its responses to each little touch of our fingers and tongues.

"It's about to cum!" said Beau excitedly, tightening his grip on the scrotum. 

Cum was catapulted all over our faces. Beau bent to suck it dry while I kneaded the balls. He drank all it had to give until it had returned to its original softness. We kissed and licked the cum from each other's faces. 

Meanwhile Rosie was enjoying herself with the other set. She was passing it between her legs and letting it tumble through the air. Then, as she tried to catch it again, the cock struck her cheek with a loud thwack. She scowled, dropped it to her foot and kicked it so hard that it flew over Beau's head and hit the wall behind us. It stuck there for a moment, glued to the surface with its precum, then slithered to the floor in a limp, pathetic heap. "Fucking hate those things!" she said in a huff. "Hey, am I still here, or what?"

Beau and I had become somewhat carried away by the taste of the cum on our faces and were kissing each other with open wantonness. We broke off in deference to our host, but continued gazing at each other. I was now desperate to fuck him again and to show how much I appreciated him in spite of our disagreements. 

Rosie was holding out her hand. I dug around in my pocket, pulled out a handful of Uranian cash and placed the coins in her palm which she then clapped to her mouth. Her jaw soon ground them smooth enough to swallow. She twitched her nose at me critically, so I felt around for some more. She seemed satisfied with the second helping which she also ate with relish. She then straightened with her hands clasped high, fixed us with a heavy lidded gaze and wiggled her ears. Mellow music with a sexy, ethnic beat started pulsing from an unseen source. Beau and I sat back for what we knew was going to be quite a show. 




Neurofucker Ch. 05



She began with slow movements, lifting one leg high while maintaining her balance with astonishing skill. She bent sideways and, as she stretched her legs wider and wider, her pussy lips parted. The hole winked at us as she contracted her vaginal muscles. She then spun around in this extraordinarily contorted position to display her famous rear. Then as the beat of the music picked up, she threw herself on the floor, flailing her hair around and pumping her hips up and down. Jumping back to her feet she stretched her body into a series of erotic shapes. Then she stood facing us, waving her arms like a bird, and a second pair of arms sprouted from her shoulders. A second pair of legs sprung from her hips to accompany the arms in executing undulating, graceful moves. More arms and legs appeared until she had twenty eight limbs moving independently, as if there were seven people dancing for us in tight single file. Then six additional heads and torsos grew from this mass of shifting forms and seven identical Rosies spun away from each other, tumbling across the floor to assume different, but complimentary positions. 

The Rosie I suspected might be the original stepped over to me and gyrated her hips really close to my face. Her smooth fanny sparkled and glittered as it moved in the subdued light. Another Rosie was doing the same with Beau. With his legs wide apart to allow her closer to his groin he was clearly loving the show. Knocking her hips from side to side, my Rosie turned. Then she pushed her gorgeous ass against my lap. I was so completely rock solid that when she sat on me and began grinding herself into me, I exploded violently in my pants. 

"Ugh! Uurgh!" I grunted.

Rosie smiled, tutted teasingly and slunk off to allow her sisters a chance to display their talents. From his noises and the dark patch on his tight, white hotpants I could tell Beau had cum too. We were dazzled by the parade of Rosies as they shimmied past us, wiggling their shoulders to jiggle their tits, which miraculously floated in place all the time, or wiggling their hips to allow their ass cheeks to wobble provocatively. 

Eventually they all merged back into one. Beau and I applauded and Rosie bowed graciously. I could indeed see why she had a special hold on Royce Tyranny if she was treating him to that on a regular basis. 

By now I was stiff again, ready to fuck just about anything, even the fuck bunnies and sex kittens. Fortunately, I did not have to resort to that as Beau moved over to sit in my lap. He kissed me with a desperate lust, pushing his face against mine, and pulling on the laces of my leather pants. 

"Um, I'll see you fellers later, then," said Rosie with a laugh as she exited, though neither Beau nor I minded. 

My cock shot up from my lap and slapped against my belly. Beau bent to lick it and it continued to grow until the glans was level with my chin. He pulled of his tie and shirt and embraced my penis, pressing it to his bare chest. He moved up and down against it while licking it. It grew some more until the tip reached high above our heads. He pulled off his boots and sticky pants and rubbed his own stiffy against the base of mine through his opaque pantyhose. The sensation was exquisitely arousing and I kissed him tenderly in response. Then I felt the tip of my cock strike a hard surface and looked up. My erection was pressing against the ceiling, lifting part of it slightly, just as the Dildo had done in the church. I had never experienced such an erection, not even when we had fucked on the church pews. It was as tall and strong as the pole Rosie had been dancing around in the lounge. 

This comparison seemed also to occur to Beau. He stood in my lap, kissed my shaft, then pulled himself up so that his entire weight was supported by it. It felt painful at first and I felt grateful he was comparatively light. He swung on me and wrapped his beautiful shapely legs around me. The feeling of his chafing pantyhose was so lovely. Pain and pleasure mingled, driving me wild with desire. The sight of his elfin form spinning above me made me groan with longing. He was not such an expert dancer as Rosie, but he was still able to grip my pole between his thighs hard enough for him to hang there, bend backwards and plant a kiss on my nose. Then he stood on one leg, humped the shaft, rubbing his cock and instep against it while licking and rubbing it firmly up and down. It throbbed violently, so violently that he stopped for a second, concerned.

"Y'alright, duck?" he asked.

I nodded, breathed deeply and leaned back, preparing myself. A titanic rumbling in my balls told me I was in a for an amazing climax. With a thunderous gurgle cum squirted out from my cock head in all directions like a fountain. White globules rained down on us and all over the furniture. Beau continued to rub himself against me and soon he was cumming too, making a gooey mess in his pantyhose. I squirmed like a floundering fish, almost drowning in my semen. Beau kissed the shuddering pole until it had finished pumping. 

As it lost its rigidity he toppled from my lap and landed in a cum puddle. With my cock now more like an elephant's trunk, continuing to decrease in size and strength, I bent down, concerned he might have been injured. The shag pile carpet, though soaked from my cum, had still been soft enough to cushion his fall. We embraced as my penis shrivelled up like a power cable retracting into a hoover. After sharing a loving kiss we looked about the room. Everything was dripping with my copious love goo. 

"Shit!" Beau exclaimed, and waved his hands over a particularly deep puddle. 

The puddle dried instantly, but there was still the rest of the room to clean. 

"Do you think they'll mind in a place this?" I asked, slightly exasperated with myself for making such a mess and also with Beau for worrying. "There's an ocean of the stuff out there!"

He diligently made his way around the room making the same rubbing gesture in the air at every step. I tried to help, but this was obviously some function that my browser had not been equipped with. 

"Jesus!"

We looked up to see Rosie's head poking around the curtain, her breasts bulbous against the diaphanous material. She was surveying the scene with a look of amazement. Beau had cleaned about half the room.

"Here, you want a hand, love?" 

She went to stand beside him and performed the same gesture, but in a more exaggerated way. The cum evaporated instantly from every corner, leaving it as clean before. 

"Come on, yous," she said, heading back to the curtain. "Roycey wants to see you."

Beau and I looked at each other. 

"He's got something big for you!" 

She winked and exited. Beau and I quickly dressed and followed her out. 

"I still don't trust that Tyranny freak," I told Beau, and for reassurance I took his hand which he squeezed affectionately.

Outside by the giant cum pool, where limbs and tentacles were thrashing with ever increasing violence, I saw the instantly recognisable figure of Megahard Mary, a Nancy Reagan type with a five o clock shadow, baring her immaculate teeth at me in a million dollar CGI smile. People passed straight through her body as only I could see this manifestation. 

"Well?" I said impatiently.

"Virus alert!" she barked, maintaining her smile. "Virus alert!" she repeated mechanically. "You're operating system in under immediate threat!" 

I glanced at Beau. He had also stopped and was gazing with trepidation into thin air, no doubt receiving similar news. 

Suddenly cages of bright, flashing steel came crashing onto the tiled floor, separating us from our environment and from each other. We were left standing looking out between bars while people continued their orgasmic frolicking in the sea of cum. We saw Rosie stopping a few paces away and turning, unsure of what to, when our nemeses, the villagers from the church, their garden tools brandished threateningly, pushed her roughly aside and made for our cages. A small crowd had gathered to casually observe the commotion. A hand waved over people's heads from a distance and called our names in distress. Mary, our Blessed Virginal Whore, remained uncaged, but was now under attack from two of the villagers. The other three poked at Beau and I with rakes, forks and spades, making us jerk and jump about in our small cages. 

"Think of something, Beau!" I shouted.

"I did!" he shouted back.

"And?"

"Well, unfortunately, it rather involved Mary being inside one of the cages with us!"

I shook and rattled the bars of my cage like a crazed beast.

"God damn it, Beau! Ouch!"

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2010



Neurofucker Ch. 06



Six — Jezzibella Trollope

"Bite my hoe, you blbblblblblackckckckckc bastrdrdrd!"

"Blaspheeeeeeemingingingingngngngngng poofoofoofterterssss!"

"Fuckckckckckck you!"

A rake paused in mid thrust before my chest, juddering back and forth. Attempting to dodge the prongs I moved slightly to my left, but also juddered in time with the rake. Time was suspended during the glitch, leaving my eyes fixed on my assailants and my body frozen in mid leap. Then, like a coiled spring suddenly released, the rake jumped forwards as I hopped to the side. I received yet another scratch to my bare arm. I breathed deeply to calm myself, but then found I was unable to exhale for a few moments, during which I saw hands and feet beyond the bars of my cage wave rapidly and repeat small movements. Sounds rattled and drilled like something by the Aphex Twin. I exhaled finally and everyone else resumed the movements they had been making before the glitch. The entire site suffered glitch after glitch, freezing and shaking everything at roughly two second pauses. I was beginning to get quite a headache. 

Megahard Mary, useful as ever, merely stood beyond the villagers, along with a steadily growing crowd of spectators, repeating, "Megahard strongly recommend you shut down your system to prevent further damage!" over and over again. 

It was exactly such an action that Beau, Mary and I had been trying and failing to perform for the last few hours. If only we could have shut down our operating systems we could have escaped from this insane world that was threatening to damage our neural implants. Such damage could leave us returning to the real World drooling and fumbling hopelessly over the simplest task. And it was these crazed Christians that were also preventing us from escape, leaving us trapped.

Beau's nylon pantyhose were developing holes as he tried and failed, like me, to avoid being poked by the villagers. The three Christians were using the same avatars they had in the church. One, a young woman, resembling Morticia Addams but with a chunky mahogany rosary around her neck, the crucified Christ reclining between her breasts; the second, an elderly man in a grey cloth cap, khaki body warmer and Wellington boots; the third, a twenty something geek in a pale grey suit, red tie clipped to his cheap shirt and a 'Smile, Jesus loves you' badge on his jacket lapel. They were odd choices of avatar design, I thought, considering one could choose any appearance one could wish for. 

Beyond the religious zealots' heads Rosie looked on, concerned but helpless. We heard Mary's cries of distress in the distance, but were unable to see if she had been injured. To our right the cum bath orgy continued, its participants apparently oblivious to this predicament of three of the site's users. 

There was a scuffle in the crowd and the zealots were thrust aside, their tools slipping from their hands and clattering on the tiles. Beau and I were confronted once more by the vampiric minions of Lord Tyranny, their faces inscrutable behind their chic Balaclavas. They formed a wall around our cages, then a passageway to allow their master to pass unmolested. With his hands in his slender hips Royce strode up to my cage and peered at me as one would a caged animal. His long lips curled into a sneer to reveal the glinting gold canines.

"Oh dear, dear, dear, what have we here?" his deep, feline voice enquired and tutted. "Your hopelessly inadequate virus protection," he opined, pacing from my cage to Beau's, "really is in need of correction." 

Royce looked a question at his men around him and was answered by vigorous nods all round. He turned his attention to the zealots who seemed indignant and perplexed at his interference with their mission. They gazed up at him as he licked his fangs with a forked tongue. 

"Get thee gone, thou Devil!" said the old churchman.

Royce's men hardly needed a signal. The three villagers were dragged by the hair, boots and tie to the pool where they were raised back to their fumbling feet. They did the same with Megahard Mary, obviously assuming she was as dangerous as the Christians, as she continually parroted her alert message. The men pulled the eye holes of their Balaclavas down to expose their mouths. They bared fangs, gold like their master's, and plunged them into the necks of their four victims who screamed and fought futilely. They soon went limp, but remained conscious. The gothic woman was held above her attacker's head as she moaned a 'Hail Mary' before being plunged into the bath of lukewarm cum. Mary, our Mary, our Lady of Perpetual Climax, indisposed as she was, did nothing to help. The Megahard avatar and the two men followed the woman to their deaths. Struggling and spluttering they re emerged briefly, spitting and hawking blood and cum into the Balaclavas. They were held under firmly before their thrashing limbs went feeble and sank into the strawberry milkshake of the pool which, by this time, had virtually emptied of avatars, their users now horrified at these proceedings. 

A woman's voice called, "Oo oo!" brightly to us and we saw our Mary jumping and waving behind Royce. 

She was allowed to approach us. She ran first to Beau's cage, then mine. We kissed through the bars. Then the cages lifted and rose into the domed ceiling allowing us to embrace. I was so happy and relived she had survived the attack. I assumed some of Royce's men had helped her too. I was also relieved to have been saved from the Christians but, like the other users, I was shocked and revolted by the measures used. 

I asked Royce, "What will happen those people?" and he shrugged his narrow shoulders. 

"They'll just wake up and resume their boring lives," he chuckled. "Crawl back into bed with their husbands and wives."

The men laughed in response to this. 

I tapped my right nostril to bring up my virtual keyboard and discovered that, indeed, I was now free to tap myself out and resume my own boring, comfortably predictable life. At least, I was according to the virtual screen before me. I made it vanish with a further tap to my right nostril and wondered if such good news could be true.

I regarded Royce more closely and wondered how anyone could find it in themselves to trust such a face. It was the face of a cobra, just before the death strike. I saw his men exchange glances and realised they had more than likely infected the villagers with a virus. I looked down to see his pet, Madame Prence, clinging to his side with her stubby fingers like a deformed, shaved koala. She whispered something to her master, or servant, I had yet to determine which, and Royce decisively clapped his hands. 

"To the lounge, everyone!" he ordered. "I shall entertain our guests before the day is done."

"Yeah, thanks," I said, tagging along with Royce and his entourage and followed by Beau and Mary. "It was very nice of you to help us out with the Christians and all, but we really need to be going, don't we Beau?"

"We do!" my friend agreed.

"Etiam vero!" concurred Mary.

As we walked I found myself being enfolded in the firm grasp of Royce's long arm. 

"Yes, yes, of course," he purred. "Your wishes I fully endorse, but you simply must stay and sample some more of the pleasures we have to offer here. I've taken quite a shine to the three of you, I haven't I, Madame Prence, my dear?"

The creature gazed at me with a level malevolence and lowed like a cow. I struggled against Royce, unsettled by his close proximity and nauseated by that of Prence. 

"We've arranged a little show for you, you and your friends."

"Oh yeah?" I wondered casually, still anxious to tap myself out. 

I glanced at my friends who looked dubious, but somehow I had the feeling, assessing the manner in which we were being escorted to the lounge, that leaving was not an option just yet. I sighed with exasperation and decided to comply with Royce's wish, though mainly as I could hardly bare to tear myself away from Beau. My friend was clearly not happy about lingering here, but he had not tapped himself out, simple and easy as that would be. We exchanged looks, the meaning of which I was unsure. 

We all trooped back into the lounge which was now heaving with revellers, many of them cum soaked from the pool they had just vacated. Some glanced at us nervously and a wide gap was opened up for us. Royce took to his stage once more and held his talons high. The music ceased abruptly and everyone gave him their full attention. His hand then shot to the mike stand about ten paces to his left. His arm had no difficulty reaching it and he pulled it swiftly to him. The stage was now swathed in an eldritch, green smoke that writhed in wispy tendrils about the feet of the men. 

"Now, my fellow Uranians gay," he told the huge hall, his voice booming and thundering, "some of you may be distressed at the news that we had some unwelcome visitors to the site today. They were asked to leave nicely and did so five minutes ago precisely. There is no cause for alarm. They were not done any harm. They were Christians, worshippers of the Judeo Christian God, that fictitious boogeyman and low down lying sod." 

He emitted a sharp, piercing shriek, but managed to stifle it quickly. He smacked the lump in the side of his coat, then resumed, "So this is just a little reminder to anyone who may be thinking of worshipping anyone or thing other than me."

"Except for that talking parsnip you got hidden under your coat, ya freak!" shouted some wag in the crowd. 

Before this comment had even finished reverberating around the hall Royce's arm shot out above the heads of the crowd, found the critic's neck and lifted him with hydraulic strength high into the air. The man screamed and kicked his legs as the arm retracted, pulling him to the stage where he found himself staring terrified into the face of Royce. The Uranian overlord stuck out his two pronged tongue to lick his razor thin lips, grinned like the skull of a reptile and sank his teeth into his victim's neck. It took the avatar surprisingly long to finish struggling in Royce's grip. The body was thrown to the steps like a rag doll. 

"Is that enough, or have I anyone else to snuff?" demanded Lord Tyranny in a menacingly low voice, little more than a whisper, while his fangs and lips dripped blood. 

Once more a deathly silence hung over us like a sword ready to strike. No more challenges were made. Royce Tyranny held the gaze of everyone in the hall. A few people tapped themselves out, leaving holes in the thick throng, but surprisingly few. I could only assume their curiosity in seeing this freak perform outweighed their concern over physical pain. 

Masochists! I thought contemptuously. 

"I now have a surprise, to make amends," Royce announced, failing to drop his menacing tone as, without needing to search, a spotlight was turned on Beau, Mary and I, making us blink into the darkness of the crowd around us, "which I'd like to dedicate to my special new friends." 

A dangerously danceable beat insinuated itself gradually into one's hearing, as if it always been always been there. One felt it in one's feet before it reached the ears. On the stage Tyranny's booted foot was tapping while he maintained his mesmeric hold on everyone. The spotlight blinked off to my relief. Nothing else dared move until Madame Prence, herself staring into the crowd, began clicking her short fingers in time to the steadily building music. No one else dared even twitch their heads, though the groove was hard to resist. 

"Psst!" hissed Beau in my ear. "We need to get out of here!"

"Changed your mind about him, eh?" I said. "OK, so the guy's a pyscho, but he still saved us from the those Jesus freaks."

"If we don't leave," Beau insisted, "we could be in a world of shit!"

I nodded absently, already a slave to the rhythm, and hoped my interest in the show would indicate to him my lack of interest in any further advice he had to give. 

To Royce's left part of the stage was shining through the smoke like candlelight through absinthe. The floor appeared to have a large trap door now open to the bowels of Uranus. The light dimmed fractionally and something black began slowly rising from the hole. Square in cross section it resembled a blocky version of our Dildo before it had turned pink. It grew, then bifurcated and revealed itself as an inverted black 'Y', about six feet tall. Then, like the Dildo, it began throbbing a lurid pink, an unpleasant effect with the bottle green gas, clouds of which were clinging to its sides. By now the music was deafening and I could feel my internal organs rattling from the heinous vibrations. The inverted 'Y' floated a foot above the stage as Royce glided over and danced around it coolly in a Fred Astaire like shuffle, using minimal movement, yet maximum style. His men had left their seated positions and now resembled a fleet of stealth bombers ready for attack as they danced in formation. 

Royce assumed a dramatic pose and, still staring at his audience, pointed his five claws at the throbbing pink 'Y'. Bright blue white forks of electricity crackled from his nails to the floating object. The flashing bolts leapt up and down it, arcing through the green smoke and sending sparks across the stage. Bright white lines appeared around the side of the 'Y'. The lines broadened and the light reached a blinding intensity. The strange object was cracking open into two halves at seams so fine they had hitherto been invisible, like a bizarre egg being opened from inside by someone with a powerful laser. Hinged at the base of the two downward pointing arms, the inverted 'Y', still throbbing, opened further, the front half dropping slowly to the stage to reveal the brilliantly illuminated contents. 

With such bright light the figure was hard to discern at first. As my eyes became adjusted to the glare I saw a woman inside occupying the coffin like object, her legs parted wide, her arms crossed on her chest and her eyes glazed. She wore a black leather bikini, black stiletto sandals, dark gothic make up, her hair straight and black. Her entire body save her marble face bore black, concentrically circular tattoos, their point of focus, her pussy. The crowd applauded, slowly at first, as they recognised the 'Y' shaped sarcophagus' occupant, then more enthusiastically, as Royce appeared to be busy with his strange dance. 

"It's Jezzibella Trollope!" screamed Beau excitedly in my ear and jumping up and down. 

Mary also jumped for joy at the sight of the highly successful recording artist. 

As Royce's lightning spat and sparkled across Jezzibella's form she shook and spasmed violently in the box like a marionette in the hands of a clumsy child. As her movements became more controlled Royce ceased energising her with his electricity to offer her his hand which she took. She then slowly stepped out from the coffin onto the stage and was greeted by wild cheers from the crowd. Without the need for a microphone she began to sing an old classic to the pounding beat.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is yum, I wanna take a swim in your disco cum!"

Everyone clapped in time, now considerably more relaxed at the sight of their heroine. Jezzibella and Royce tangoed together, grinding their hips and simulating sex, while he duetted with her, also without a mike. Her back was similarly tattooed, the bull's eye on that side, her anus. 

"Let's play a love game!" growled Royce infernally, making Marilyn Manson sound like Minnie Riperton. 

Singing all the while, Jezzibella spread out her arms, rose into the air and moved forwards to levitate inches above her audience. She glided horizontally above people's grasping hands, casually regarding the adoring upturned faces below. She sank a few inches to allow fingers to grasp her bikini top and rip it from her. The bottoms soon went the same way leaving her naked. After a flight of roughly fifty metres she returned to an upright position facing the stage where Royce was engaged in a choreographed simulated orgy with his men. He reached into his fly, pulled out an impressive dick and began fondling himself in Jezzibella's direction. He came quickly, firing white, blue and green cum at her floating body. The love bullets reached their target, landing squarely in Jezzibella's pudenda. She pirouetted prettily in mid air, then stopped with her back facing the stage. Royce fired off more psychedelic semen, the purple, yellow and orange globs fizzing through the air like fireworks and easily finding the target of the singer's ass crack. She dripped multicolored cum into upturned mouths and beaks. 

Meanwhile the 'Y' shaped coffin had clammed shut and, still glowing, was assuming a new shape. The two legs, branching from the upper trunk, were closing and the corners were softening. Its surface rippled like a puddle of liquid metal being blown by a child through a straw. It broadened at one end, thickened slightly at the other and became long and tubular. Soon the pink metal coffin had become a perfect copy of our Dildo, hovering on its side just above the stage. Jezzibella, still singing, flew lazily back to the stage to resume groping, and being groped by Royce. They straddled the cock with her in front while the men continued to dance wildly, tumbling over each other and grinding each others' hips together in a wanton display of homoerotic lust. The metal cock and balls glided slowly from the front of the stage and moved across the hall, floating miraculously above everyone's heads, while Royce and his human lust target sang and rapped rapidly, matching the increased tempo of the music. 

"Disco disco didididisco didididisco cum cum!" they gabbled at an inhuman speed, like a pair of demented motorheads. 

Their bizarre mode of transport also sped up whilst circumscribing the entire hall. They circled many times, faster and faster. The crowd struggled to keep clapping to the frenzied music. Royce fondled Jezzibella's boobs from behind. He also appeared to be fucking her, yet they both managed to keep singing in time while panting lustfully. The cock and balls flew in an ever tightening circle, at an ever increasing velocity and at an ever increasing height, until they would have been lost in the clouds of drug smoke were it not for their bright pink strobing. Fireworks burst from somewhere just in front of the balls. It was Royce's ejaculation, this one as fiery as the bolts of light from his fingers, fizzing up Jezzibella's back, over her head and into the smoky air where his sperms exploded in all colors imaginable. Everyone screamed, whistled and cheered in amazement. The music reached an intense climax, accompanying Jezzibella's howls of orgasmic exultation. The genitals dived, threatening to squash some of the crowd, levelled, then flew at an even greater speed, perilously close to people's heads, towards the exit. They shot from the hole, into the wide green yonder of Uranus. 

There was a minor stampede near the door as people fought for one final view of Royce and Jezzibella. Many people tapped themselves out, or decided to make their way to some other venue. Beau, Mary and I followed the crowd outside for one last view of the extraordinary website.

"I got to hand it you, Beau, sweetheart," I breathed, "you're a genius, but maybe it might be an idea to be more selective when you're allowing people access to your sites?"

He smiled ruefully.

The street outside was even more crowded than before. Uranian night had fallen, but the clouds were occasionally illuminated by flashes of lightning. Immediately outside Royce's Bar there were few street lights and one had to feel one's way through the heaving mass. A bright pink shooting star at the zenith that held many people's attention betrayed Royce's and Jezzibella's passage through the sky. 




Neurofucker Ch. 06



"I don't know where they think they're going," said Beau with a giggle. "There's nothing out there."

As if in direct answer to this the star grew larger and soon the pair on their giant pocket rocket were flying over our heads again in one last lap of honour. Men and women blew kisses at them, their lips leaving their faces and fluttering through the air like butterflies to alight on the cheeks and lips of their idols. Despite the gloom Royce saw us and waved. The tip of the cock turned and they made for where we were standing. We were cheering and clapping like everyone else. Royce bit Jezzibella's neck, but she appeared to love it, leaning back against him and closing her eyes in rapture. Flying low and slow Royce reached down to Mary and tweaked her nose affectionately. Jezzibella bent down from the craft and did the same to Beau and I. I felt honoured to have had my nose tweaked by such an international superstar. Madame Prence, incapable of reaching us, placed her thumb to her pug nose and waved her fingers at us defiantly. The craft moved on carrying the blood and cum dripping couple while their feet and legs were kissed by a multitude of adoring fans. 

In the darkness Beau, Mary and I turned to each other. Beau jumped up and we kissed while I hugged him and spun him in my arms. Then Mary kissed us both warmly but chastely. 

"Well, goodbye, my friends," I said sadly, wondering at the slightly nasal tone of my voice. "I do hope to see you again." 

"So do I, Ian," said Beau, his eyes welling with tears. "I'm sorry we had so many," he thought for a moment, "technical difficulties."

They both planted more kisses on my cheeks that felt slightly odd.

"Keep in touch."

"Servo in tactus."

"Sure," I said, and noticed their sudden frown of concern. 

I reached up to tap my left nostril. My finger swiped nothing but air. I tried again. I felt my face. Completely flat! Peering at my friends in the dark I saw they too were missing their noses. Prompted by my shocked look they also felt their faces. For a few moments we stood amidst the bustling throng, poking our faces in the middle, trying desperately to tap ourselves out. We soon realised these attempts were futile and were left standing, looking at each other foolishly. 

"It's that freak and his Trollope!" I burst out angrily. "They've done this to us! God damn it!" I howled, despairing of ever returning to the World. 

It was a filthy, decaying, desperate World, but at least it was real. I was pushed violently against a passer by.

"Hey!" I protested.

Rough hands gripped my arms, pinning them to my back. I fought and managed to free myself. My friends and I were surrounded by some of Royce's men. I stood protectively before Mary and Beau. 

"Here we go again, Beau," I said, attempting to stifle my feelings of almost overwhelming panic. "Where's that fucking Dildo?"

The men rushed us at once, baring their teeth like rabid dogs. Individually none of them were a match for my strong, muscular body and I punched them many times, knocking them sideways, causing them to fall against each other like bowling pins. None fell to the ground, however, nor did they seem dazed from my punches. They attacked me incessantly from all directions until I was wrestled to the ground. They lifted me high and bore me back inside Royce's. I called out to Mary and Beau.

"They've got me too, Ian!" called Beau tearfully.

"Ego sum captus quoque," said Mary as if she were reporting a minor inconvenience. 

We were taken through the still emptying lounge, past the stage and through to the swimming pool dome. With no word of explanation we were thrown into the depths. But there was no semen to break our fall. The pool had been drained. We plunged into the giant plug hole at the centre and plummeted down a black pipe, ricocheting violently against the sides and each other. Our screams reverberated through a seemingly eternal tunnel of night. The air became warm and, in the far distance below, a red star twinkled. The temperature and the star grew until suddenly the rushing walls of the pipe gave way to a broad, bleak, mountainous landscape. 

We now fell in silence. Smoke rose from the top of each mountain while white rivers of spunk and some anonymous brown liquid flowed down to fill the valleys. Immediately below us was the upturned face of a monstrous giant. His face was strangely familiar to me, but there was no time give this further thought. Our screams resumed as he opened his maw and swallowed us as easily as a child would raisins. We slid down the soft tongue to the back of the throat. No organ, no matter how huge or bulbous could break our fall. A rush of air told me when I was passing the entrance to the trachea. I called out to my friends in the pitch blackness. They hollered back and, though I was terrified, I was faintly relieved to know I was not alone in this predicament. I plunged into a soup of bile and acidic digestive juices. When I resurfaced, spluttering, I again called out to Beau and Mary.

"We're in it's tummy!" Beau wailed.

"Is est nequam!"

If I ever survive this, I said to myself, now thankful for the loss of my nose, I'll get a job as Moby Dick's dietician.

"Did you construct this, Beau," I asked, fighting to suppress my rage, "or is this Tyranny's idea of a cool website?"

"I think you could say we're a bit off the map now," he said apologetically.

My desperate laugh bounced from stomach wall to stomach wall. 

"What are we going to do, Ian?" pressed Beau with mounting panic. 

"We're going to think about this rationally and sensibly," I said, concerned that Beau sounded on the verge of hysteria. 

"OK," he said unhappily. 

I thought desperately while treading bile. 

"The quicker we get out of here, the less chance this thing has of digesting us. Agreed?"

"Agreed," said Beau, sounding a little comforted. 

"Congruo," agreed Mary.

"So," I hacked and spat foul liquid, "we don't want to spend a minute longer in here than necessary. We need this thing to shit us out, and quick!"

The vile soup in which we were adrift was making my skin sore and was stinging my eyes. We had no time to lose. We were slowly being drawn across the pool by irresistible currents that I surmised were flowing in the direction of an exit, possibly the creature's intestine. I struggled against various floating detritus, a skeleton of some kind, dismembered soft baggy objects that felt like organs and ropes of thick mucus, and eventually found Mary's hand and Beau's shirt. I tugged and told them to follow my lead. 

The further we swam the quicker the current flowed. There was a dramatic acoustic change and I guessed we had reached a tunnel of some kind. The soup had thickened considerably and soon we were smothered in a bath of loose excrement. Though we could no longer swim there was no need as the sludge was moving quickly. I held my breath, terrified of dying from shit inhalation. We shot down chutes, were hurled around countless twists and turns before finally coming to rest in a thick, glutinous substance. I sank slowly and the substance thickened further until it was an almost solid mass. I struggled violently, creating vibrations and hoping this would encourage our host to defecate. I heard a rumbling groan, almost beyond my hearing range, and the disgusting substance around us pressed in tightly. There was a titanic convulsion and I felt myself propelled forwards as if from a cannon. Light and air burst in upon me as I was thrown from the black tunnel. I slithered down a fleshy valley, then dropped into nothingness. I landed hard in a heap of shit that was just soft enough to cushion the impact. Wet blankets of excrement splattered onto me, threatening to drown me. I crawled frantically away from the deluge to some comparatively clean rock. I had landed at the foot of a jagged mountain range. The giant through whose digestive tract I had just passed dominated the landscape. Naked, save a pair of black boots, he was squatting with his feet many paces away to my right and left. These feet were balanced on stiletto heels like telegraph poles. His parted legs formed a cyclopean arch against the stars and his hairy buttocks were two barren acres of land, yielding nothing but grass and weeds. The black hole of his rectum, the width of a subway tunnel, spewed forth one final series of giant turds, then tightened and shut. 

The landscape was illuminated by faint sunlight reflected off the clouds of a jade sphere I took to be Uranus. I appeared to be standing on one of the planet's moons. From the zenith there trickled a thin stream of semen glowing in the dim green light, the only indication of the hole to the sperm bath we had fallen through. Of the bath itself, Royce's Bar, or the flying island there was no sign. As I stood and attempted to assess this new hostile environment I saw two large lumps amongst the final deluge land where I had few moments before. I ran over to aid my friends who were floundering like dying fish. Poor Beau and Mary were dazed, breathless and barely capable of standing by themselves. I picked up Beau and threw his light body over my shoulder, whereupon he vomited. I barely noticed this comparatively mild smelling fluid as it trickled down my arm. I placed Beau on a reasonably sanitary rock nearby and went back for Mary. She had lost the shirt I had given her and was now totally naked, though there was not a shitless inch of her skin or hair. I carried her over to where I had placed Beau. I watched them slowly grow aware of our surroundings. I placed my hands on my hips. My tough leather pants had resisted the corrosive stomach acids of the giant, but Beau's once pretty white outfit was now in shreds and the remaining threads were steaming.

"Hey Beau," I said with a grin. 

I was strangely happy. Somehow I felt sure that, whatever happened next, nothing could be worse than being shat from a giant's rectum. 

"Guess what?"

"Huh?" Beau managed, wiping his face with a rag torn from his hotpants.

"We're in a world of shit!"

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