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Zorg – Fuck Your Way to Freedom!

By: cowboy109



They talk a lot about the blackness of outer space. Yet, you only realize how black it is, when you open your eyes during a dark Earth night. What you notice is that the absence of light appears as a dark gray with a lot of colorful squiggles running across your vision. You open and close your eyes. And, you can't tell the difference. So, like with your eyes closed, the lack of optic nerve stimulation lets you see black. The lack of light stimulation lets your mind paint colorful shapes and dots on your vision. Only, when you consciously realize that darkness appears not as black to us, do you realize how marvelous it is to look out of a spaceship into the true and unadulterated black. You see black for the very first time.

Outside the window was the bright white space station approaching. The sunlight and radiation were unfiltered by Earth's atmosphere out here. The toned windows protected from hazardous UV radiation. Still the space station was sparklingly white and well defined. It was a cube, which had been tossed up into the air to hover around Titan, Saturn's largest moon. Its edges were unaligned to anything like the movie of a dice freeze framed, as the dice flew across the gambling table. There were two round docking mounds for space ships to attach.

There were two docking mounds, because the space station was a transfer station. Passengers would arrive by conventional space ship. They would be screened for travel to Titan. Then, they would transfer to an inversely propelled space ship. The atmosphere of Titan is filled with Methane. In order to ignite the Methane, one has to carry oxygen as fuel. On earth, we are trained to think of gasoline and the like as fuel, because oxygen is plentiful around. On Titan, methane is plentiful around. Oxygen is the rare partner for the chemical explosion that propels. Thus, a specially designed spaceship with oxygen as fuel has to descend through Titan's atmosphere to the base station.

Riley was the sole passenger on the small shuttle looking out of the window. Her blonde hair with a dash of dirt color was floating in the air. Without gravity, the hair had unfolded into a large bush. The air softly curled her straight hair. Movements rippled through her hair as coral plants wave under water with the current. In her youthful excitement about her first space travel, she had forgotten to consider her dress. She was wearing a white knee long skirt with soft round folds like a tennis player. She had pulled all the excess fabric of the skirt into one spot, wrapped it around the right thigh, and stuffed in between her legs. That way, she could squeeze her knees together and pin the extra fabric in place. Otherwise, the skirt would float open flashing the tall, trim black pilot, who fumbled over the controls for final approach.

Riley's mind was beautifully empty. She had graduated from high school a day earlier. So, all the thoughts about homework, tests, and academic subjects were tossed from her mind like a wilted bouquet of flowers that no longer served its purpose. Freeing her mind of friends and places that she left behind, she as able to be in the moment. She took in the sights of the space shuttle, space, and space station.

Most of all, her sensual awareness was particularly acute of the clothes that she was wearing. The white skirt was of soft combed cotton like quality. The skirt was brand new and had the sensation of crispness. The panties under the dress had bright pink rubber keeping it in place. The rubber ends around her thighs and the one around her belly made her conscious of her pelvis, butt, and toto. Even with her eyes fastened on the approaching space station, she vividly remembered the tiny pink bows fastened to her panties. The backside of her panties ran narrowly covering only a little wider than her ass crack. She was acutely aware of her ass in those new panties, as she had tossed out the old, worn, and comfortable ones to start her new life.

Her top was covered by a dark green t-shirt that said: "I am kind of a big deal." The bottom of the t-shirt kept creeping up on her belly. Her white belly was a mix of baby fat and Pilates workouts. The pilot had been careful to sneak an eye on it every once in a while. He had caught a glimpse as high as her naval button. Glittery jewelry that looked a tiara was hanging from it. Every time, she caught herself showing a slit of her belly, she'd quickly pull the t-shirt down and into her skirt. She'd check the face of the pilot looking away into space, always suspecting that he had glimpsed her a second earlier.

The bra under her shirt was like her panties rimmed by a pink line. The white fabric was dotted with small printed birds. Their color was alternating between light and dark pink. The bra pressed her breast into two bouncy round shapes.

Her look was finished by the black high heels with thin straps that ran across her naked foot. Her juice toes rested at the front of the shoes. The soles were a couple inches above the ground as gravity didn't press them down. The insides arches of her feet curved up wonderfully from the sole. Otherwise, the shoes stuck slightly to her feet, because the soles were smooth and her foot a bit moist. The high heels seemed utterly unpractical in the weightless environment.

She looked forward to meeting her parents at the research station. As little as the pay of academic workers was, they were unable to pay for her college. As spit poor as she was, she could not afford her own house and had to move in with her parents. The jobs on the research station were very limited. She was glad to be accepted as a lab assistant. Being a lab assistant would mean that she would carry out all the experiments that the scientists were too afraid to carry out themselves. Biological contamination was the main concern. So, she was at the bottom rung of jobs that considered the worker disposable. Still, having her first job out of college was exciting.

"Come dung, Miss. We buck up da space station," said the pilot with Jamaican accent. The spaceship vibrated as the safety screws drilled itself into the space station port. Riley's hair had tiny ripples running through her hair until the vibrations stopped. The pilot climbed out of his forward facing seat. He paused for a second. He got a good look of Riley's appearance. She looked had the pep of a cheerleader that had gone lazy on the coach for a couple months. Then, he unlocked the storage bin and handed the luggage to her. The luggage was a carry on trolley with Hello Kitty printed on it. The wheels were useful on earth. Here the carry on floated in the air on its own.

"Star, I do not have permission to board the space station. Only employees of the Umbrella Corporation are allowed to enter. You best put the luggage in front of you, misses, and hold onto it well," said the pilot. He reached with one hand each onto a metal grip in the floor. With a turn, he pulled a round metal plate out that was the size of a large manhole. Beyond the manhole was a large empty metal hold. The space stations sole purpose was to process traffic going in and out of Titan. As such, it had only minimal furnishings. Large windows provided an impressive experience of being out in space. The sign of the Umbrella Corporation was painted largely onto the walls. 

Riley unclipped the seat belt that had kept her firmly in her seat. It was the last time that she would feel true leather. The research station on Titan conducted biological DNA experiments. Introducing any organic substances as innocuous as a leather arm band could pose a big risk. If the DNA of the dead cow or pig would get airborne, it could mix with experimental viral DNA to create dangerous unknown experiment outcomes. She touched the white painted leather seat one last time with her hand as she gently pushed herself off to float towards the luggage and the pilot.

The pilot held her shoulder to steady her. She held the top strap of her carry on. She crunched her abdominals to make a quarter turn down towards the manhole opening. Yet, without gravity as a partner, her legs moved up instead of her torso down. She waved with her free hand, as if she were gripping into thin air. Only her hand moved through the air. The pilot's dark hands grabbed her white wrist respectfully and placed it on the edge of the manhole opening. "Cool runnings," said the pilot with a big grin of his white teeth.

With her luggage in front of her face, she pulled herself towards the manhole. Her body didn't turn straight like the drag of water would have done underwater. So, her torso went through the manhole, yet her legs bumped against the wall. The bump had her impulsively react. She forgot for a moment to keep her knees clutched together. The skirt immediately floated out to put itself into the most comfortable position for the fabric. The fabric spread out like a wide lamp shade.

She rapidly pushed the front of the skirt against the front of her thighs. Yet, she could not control her backside. She knew that the pilot was looking at her sexy black high heels and the pink brimmed underwear covering her firm round ass. She blushed. She felt helpless. Her mind stopped working. She only had two hands. One had to keep her luggage from getting lost in the huge inside hall of the space station. The other kept the skirt down enough to avoid her showing the panties completely. The Jamaican pilot called out 'yaga, yaga' behind her.

The inside of the space station was a large cube. The only thing in the space station was in the middle of the opposite wall. It was a large desk attached to the wall with two large round metal poles. Behind the desk were two security officers sitting in chairs. They were strapped to the chair to resemble authority sitting behind a powerful desk. They looked similar like brothers. They were large framed man in a suit like uniform. Their faces were dark from an unidentifiable ethnicity. Their noses looked like they had been bashed in with a former fight, because they were flat. Creases ran across their fatty faces that were either from smoking or another bad habit. They looked like bullies, pigs in space.

They tossed her a rope with a ball. The ball was the weight that pulled her rope. The rope was rock climbing rope with the braids visible and cheerfully bright colors. A carabiner was there for Riley to clip her luggage in. Next Riley took the time to make herself a bit less of a mess. She pinned the rope and ball under her arm pit. With her hands free, she gathered her skirt again and pinned it between her knees. She pulled down her t-shirt and tucked it into her skirt. If only she had a rubber band for her hair, which was floating around wildly. Thus, poised, she waited for the winch to pull her to the table with the security guards.

Once in front the desk with the towering authority behind it, she saw the little rubber booties. There were two metal rods protruding under the table. At the end of them were two rubber flaps. They looked like water skiing booties. They were meant for travelers to put their feet in them. That way, they would be fastened in place in that free floating weightless environment.

The desk had two cages with metal mesh. The metal mesh would keep the travel items from flying away during inspection. She put her carry on into one cage. She took of her black strappy leather high heels and put them in. The guards were unabashedly watching her feet, as she took of the high heels. They looked up her beautiful shins with the youthfully soft skin. They didn't say anything. They were twice or thrice the size of her. She slipped her feet into the rubber booties.

The rubber booties were a few inches apart. Thus, she could no longer pin her skirt with her knees. She used one hand to push the skirt down her crotch. She felt her backside skirt lifting into the air. She felt the air-conditioned air floating over her back thighs and butt. Luckily, she was the only passenger and nobody was standing behind her in line. She smiled to make up her clumsiness and inexperience with zero gravity.

"What is your name?"

"Riley Hope"

"What is your job?"

"Research lab assistant."

"What is the length of your contract?"

"12 months."

"Honey Pot is a top security biological research facility. No electronics are allowed, because they could be used to transmit secrets out. No biologics are allowed, because they could contaminate the biological research. Biologics are any animal or plant substances. They include clothes made from cotton and other natural fibers. Do we have your permission to search your luggage?"

"Yes, of course."

"Now is the last time to confess any accidental violations."

"I believe that everything should be inorganic. And, there should not be any electronics."

The right cop moved for the first time to adjust the cap on his hat. The left cop leaned forward to open his side of the metal cage. He reached in. He looked at the Hello Kitty print for a moment and then smiled silently at Riley. He opened the carry on and undid the straps that kept the contents in place. The contents of her luggage floated out and formed a cloud inside of the metal cage. The left cop took out the empty luggage frame. He carefully looked for hidden compartments. Then, he handed the empty luggage shell over to his partner, who placed it into the other luggage cage.

Even the space station cube was temperature controlled at a perfect 72 degrees Fahrenheit, the place felt cold and devoid of life. The dots of planets and stars shimmering through the large windows seemed distant. The cops emotionless faces made Riley wait uncomfortably for everything to process. Her mind escaped to thoughts of meeting her parents in an hour or so. Her fantasy painted out possibilities of life on a research station and slugging long hours in research labs filled with beakers and instruments.

The cop fished a book "As I Lay Dying" by William Faulkner, a book from 1930 famous for its stream of consciousness writing. His eyes narrowed a bit at the suspicion of paper. He pulled a hand scanner out of a desk drawer. The hand scanner shined neon blue light in a straight line onto the book. The cop moved the scanner beam across the book and a few pages. The book was made entirely out of inorganic imitation paper. The book passed over to the other cop and landed in the empty carry-on.

A warm blush chased over Riley's face at the thought of the cop inspecting every luggage item, including her unmentionables. The cop took great interest in her t-shirts. He'd stretch the fabric taught, so that he could read the smart quips and drawings on the t-shirt like "Zombies hate fast food" with zombies chasing a runner. Then, he'd turn over the t-shirt to inspect the insight. The second cop would carelessly toss the t-shirt into the carry-on and pin it down with his large brawn.

Finally, only her bras and panties were floating in the metal cage as little balls with strings floating out. The cop had left the dessert for last. When Riley saw the large fatty hand harshly grabbing her tiny soft panties without care for his hand touching the white hygiene fabric on the inside, she realized that those large and strong hands may crush her pussy, if the guy would fondle her. Riley realized that those male security guards spent months alone on the space station waiting for an occasional traveler. She realized their male needs. She realized that she was the juicy young prey that would fill their minds for weeks until the next passenger would fumble through the gate.

Riley realized that probably behind a wall panel was their night cot and bathroom. It was probably filthy and ignored for weeks or months by any cleaning utensil. Nobody would make these guy clean. They might not have showered for a week. They might have cum on their hands from wanking to porn. They might have simply thrown the impressive and starched uniforms over that filth. Those eyes and hands were handling her panty, probably imagining the kind of pussy she owned. Riley moved her free arm across her breasts to keep them out of their sight. Thus, clutching her skirt and breast, she might have turned them on even more.

"Ms. Hope, we have concluded your luggage inspection. A memo this morning has raised the security level due to an anonymous tip about a suspected smuggler. You have to strip down to your underwear to proof that you are not hiding anything. Unfortunately, we do not have a female inspector."

Riley's hands were shaking. In her mind, there was no way around submitting to the Umbrella Corporation protocols. Seeing her parents and her future depended upon passing through the rigors of space travel and top security protocol. She pulled the t-shirt over her head. She pulled the skirt over her head as well to avoid stepping out of the rubber booties. The narrow width of her skirt pushed her boobs up, as she passed the skirt over her head. She stood there almost naked in her underwear in front of the meat head cops.

They told her to turn around. She obeyed. She looked out into outer space. An antenna reached from the space station out into space. She'd be happy to be out there. She could feel in her neck, the cops looking over her back and bulbous butt. They enjoyed her pretty girly underwear. They invisibly to her nodded and confirmed her inspection to be complete. They pointed her at a man hole behind the desk.

Riley took her time to deliberately dress herself. She did not want to make a mistake in the rush of her embarrassment. Her black high heels were back on her feet as her body floated again in the air. Her knees pinned her white skirt again. Her luggage was again leading the way. She pulled herself along the metal rods of the rubber booties towards the desk. Seeing under the desk, she saw that the cops were not wearing shoes. They were barefoot in their haste to get ready for her. She clawed her way across the cages on the desk to the manhole next to the cops.

The new space ship was a simple pod. A circular bench covered the round room. A round railing in the center allowed people to hold on. She snapped her seat belt tight. Gravity would soon return and she wanted to be on the right side of things instead of crashing down on the floor. The pod loosened itself from the space station. It fell straight down to the surface of Titan with little guidance.

The glass floor showed the research station. It was situated in a deep crater. In the center was a tall research tower. Two streets ran in opposite directions out from the tower. Alongside the suburban looking streets were houses with little lawns. At the end of the streets was a green half circle. Those were community parts. Beyond the little green, everything was barren yellow brown dirt desert.

A thin walking path let across the desert up the crater wall. Near the steep section of the crater, it switched back numerous times. At the top was a small low lying control station. The entire crater was filled with breathable oxygen. To avoid the heavier methane from pushing out the oxygen, meteorologist had devised a capped weather inversion. It worked kind of like swiftly turning a water bottle over. The water won't run out as long as the inversed water surface is completely even. Or, if the bottle is pierced, the water will come gushing out.

The control station's main purpose was to pierce the precariously balanced layer, where the methane and oxygen meet. It would do so in case of a biological emergency. With the oxygen and methane mixed, the tiniest spark would explode the entire crater. Thus, any bio matter would be destroyed and humanity would be safe again minus the few research scientists and whatever virus or monster that they may have created.

Due to the methane-oxygen layer, the research tower extended high above the crater into the methane layer. The space pod would not be able to operate in the oxygen bubble.


Zorg – Fuck Your Way to Freedom!



Gravity returned onto Riley's body. Her long blonde hair with dirt strain settled on her shoulders first. It was smooth, thick, and moist from hair product. Her exhausted shaking knees could finally relax as the skirt rested on her lap on its own. When the back thrusters slowed the descent, her boobs and cheeks dipped much lower than she wanted. She struggled to keep her head up. Her feet got over firmly planted into her black high heels. Her carry-on snapped the luggage hatch open, which she had not properly logged. It made a lot startling bang.

With gravity back, her clothes had settled slightly uncomfortable. Riley's head turned into every direction to ascertain that she was alone with any windows to the cockpit or welcome committee staring into the pod. She reached her hand under her skirt. She pulled the panties in place. She reached under her shirt to push the side boob fully into the wireframe of her bra.

The door swung open not one moment too soon. She unclipped her seat belt and got up. She felt like a sharp business woman out of a commercial, because she was space flying like big shots. Her black high heels made their click clack sound on the floor, as she pulled the carry on behind her. Her gait was directed and she placed one foot in front of the next in a thin line. She made it half way to the elevator, when it sunk in that nobody was here to welcome her. The top floor had glass windows all around. She saw the crater opening behind her and the endless yellow born desert stretching out into the distance. The research station was the only settlement on Titan.

The elevator call button light turned off. The door opened. An unglamorous elevator opened. The floor was a cheap thin worn carpet. The walls were supposed to look like wood panels. Yet, the wood printed stickers were peeling at the edges. And, the wood prints were pixilated, if one looked closely. Underneath was the wood printed stickers were the steel frame of the express elevator. There were only two buttons: top and bottom. Riley was tossed an inch into the air as the elevator speed down. A strong downward force had Riley struggling to stay on her feet, when the elevator stopped. She made little side steps with her black high heels to recover her balance.

"Who are you?" said a little five foot stomper of a young woman, while questioningly looking at Riley. The girl's hair went to the middle of her back. It was blonde, straw like, and thin. Her dress was a simple white lab coat with her shins showing naked beneath. It suggested that she was wearing a skirt. Her feet were clad with thick red flat shoes.

"I am Riley, a new lab assistant. Nice to meet you."

"I am Deedee. Did you bring any make up?"

Deedee had a bright red lip stick on her lips. The eye shadow was clearly blue. The eyes were lined with mascara. She clearly liked to show her makeup. She looked expectantly.

"Darn, if I had thought a little more, I'd have realized how nice it would be to bring something from off world. Oh, I only have a frugal allowance to cover my one year contract."

Riley tried to apologize with her face. Deedee rolled her eyes and walked off. Deedee's pony tail waved good bye. Riley looked for the building exit. The window in the door was deeply blue tinted to protect from the bright sun and the unsightly look of the yellow brown dirt. She flipped her oversized black glasses on her nose and stepped bravely forward to claim the new world.

The little suburban building of her parents with the tiny lawn up front stood on the quiet street without any traffic. Obviously, the place was surprisingly empty and devoid of personnel. Subtly, the place appeared eerie due to the lack of common sounds from birds chirping and squirrels chasing across branches. Of course, no life forms were imported, except for a few highly screened plant species. People tended to go bunkers without plants in the desolation of space.

The simple standard issue entrance door was open. A little wind chime above the door charmed the place. A simple living room with a couch, coffee table, and TV made the living room. All was standard issue material. The square pattern on the couch was supposed to make things lively. Yet, it was evident that the designer felt lifeless about following the sterile orders for making a universally pleasing conservative couch. Her parents were out. Being the scientists they were, they probably forgot in the passion of an experiment. Or, a multi-day experiment kept them sleeping in the lab.

Riley plopped down on the couch. She needed to relax from the whole experience in the quiet and peace of privacy. She looked around the room at the standard issue paintings of great artists. People never buy stereotypical great art. They buy art pieces that have something special about them, not simply the stereotype of being great. All hotels and other corporate designed rooms are full of them.

A dog walked out of the kitchen towards Riley. The dog was about two feet high at the front shoulders. The coat was extremely smooth, short hair. Two brown blotches and a small brown spot stood out on the white fur. The brown was almost orange. The thing happily jogged towards Riley with a goofy face. The body was rather skinny, yet strong.

Riley recognized that this was not a dog. It was a vacuum cleaner. Her mother had told her about the bio science experiment. They had built a vacuum cleaner that looked and moved like a dog. The dog like vacuum would move around the house all day and lap up dirt with its tongue. The friendly pet appearance was supposed to woo consumers to avoid the plastic vacuums.

It was an experiment in bio-engineering. They had taken some dog DNA and computed vacuum cleaner DNA. The result was a fully functioning vacuum on the inside and the appearance of a dog on the outside. This dog vacuum was the only prototype that had ever been built. Her mother had taken the prototype home after the research team had moved on to the next experiment. She called it 'Zorg.'

The psychology of the dog had been altered to be friendly to everyone. They simply flipped the DNA genes to do the right thing. Still as people were frightened of a hunter dog, they had also re-engineered the genes for the teeth. The teeth and jaw were soft rubber like. If the dog would byte one, it would feel like two inner tubes of a bicycle pressing on each other.

The problem to deal with dog hair and a dirty Zorg had been solved by her father. Every night, the Zorg would go into an area of the room that was free of furniture. It would jettison all the hair off its body. The hair would float in a cloud around Zorg. Under the right lighting conditions, the hair fibers would sparkle like fairy dust. Then, the powerful vacuum suction would turn on and zorg would suck all the hair out of the air. In about five minutes a new coat would re-grow.

Riley leaned forward to lie on her belly. She looked into the deep black loving eyes of Zorg. Zorg looked very cute with his flabby orange-brown ears hanging down like a flab. She lifted one of his paws to shake them for a hello. Zorg reacted with joy, just as a real dog would. Riley was amazed how endearing a bio machine could be. They had modeled Zorg after a Braque Saint-Germain, a pointing English-French hunting dog. She reached her neck to see under the belly of Zorg. The research team had left the DNA strands from the Braque Saint Germain intact. Zorg had a penis. A narrow, red, blood vessel covered, and uneven penis. The penis was as uneven as a sausage that had been grilled at a barbecue to become as gnarly as it possibly could. She snickered and looked Zorg knowingly back into the eyes.

One of the most genius inventions that went into the design of Zorg was the energy source. There was no hidden cable to plug into wall. There was no battery to exchange in a hidden panel. No, Zorg was entirely propelled by the dirt and rubbish that he ate. The scientists were free to change the inside of Zorg however they pleased, without changing the outer Braque Stain Germain appearance. They removed intestines, lungs, and organs from the DNA. Instead, they built a direct conversion miniature reactor inside the cavity of his body. As Einstein proofed, matter can be converted into energy and vice versa. The direct conversion reactor would convert the dirt and dust particles into energy. The energy would power its movement and body warmth.

The invention was ingenious, because with matter converted to energy, there were no waste materials to dispose. It was the cleanest vacuum cleaner that one could possibly invent. However, a large problem was that the process created way, way too much energy. To avoid the energy from overcoming the poor Zorg and melting down itself and the next mile of land around it, Zorg had to regularly discharge the excess energy. Her father had thought integrating the discharge with taking a walk would be perfect science integrated into normal course of action.

It turns out the energy discharge was so large that Zorg needed very vigorous activity. Practical matters required the perfectly integrated walk to be turned into Zorg jumping high into the air. A fully charged Zorg would have to spend an hour or so jumping to the edge of outer space. The massive force required to accelerate itself to such a speed that would reach the edge of outer space was phenomenal.

So, Riley stood up and walked Zorg to the door. She sat down on the stoop crossing her legs with chastity. She petted the sweet Zorg on the hat. Then, Zorg started vibrating. He took a couple cautious steps back with a stiff high tail. He barked a warning. The next moment, he made a loud bang as he broke through the barrier of sound. The windows shook. A soft breeze caressed Riley. Zorg was completely gone.

Riley's memories of the day mulled over in her head. Her hands played with the grass next to her. After five minutes, she had forgotten about Zorg, when he returned from high up. His eyes were a bit red and he was panting. He turned over and happily rolled on his back showing his belly to invite Riley to rub him vigorously. The smooth fur felled deliciously. The warm body gave her company in comfort.

That evening sleep came quickly over Riley. Zorg cuddled up to her naked body in bed. He smelled surprisingly well for a vacuum cleaner, who had cleaned the bathroom only moments earlier. The morning brought tension on Riley. It would be her first day. Zorg was running around the bathroom and in between her legs as she readied herself. Apparently, they had not removed the annoying habit of a dog making a nuisance of itself. She pushed the dog out of her way with her bare foot, while she was brushing her teeth and dripping tooth paste over the counter. Zorg only happily jumped on the bathroom counter to lick up her tooth paste drops. She finally locked him in the shower stall.

Half hour later, she stood prim and ready in the office of her new boss. She was wearing knee high black boots. They evidently came from a discount store catering to teenagers. The long socks lurked out a bit above the rim of the boots. She wore a smooth black business skirt and a tucked-in white blouse. Her hair was pulled tightly back. The frizz was slathered with gel to smoothly stick to her head. She wore perhaps a bit too much pink on her cheeks showing that she was an inexperienced teenager fresh out of school. She formally bent her knees to greet her new boss.

Her new boss was sitting behind a desk in a large stuffy chair. The boss was middle aged. His head was an ocean of thick curly hair. He wore an old, rumpled, white dress shirt. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up into a tangle. He moved dog eared paper stacks around his desk. He had a nice pot belly. Boxes of things laid in a random pattern on the floor. He looked at Riley through his very plain glasses.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? I have no record of you."

"My name is Riley Hope. I am the new lab assistant."

"Well, now you are here. We may as well use you for something. My name is Mr. Peter."

"(continued) Let me tell you one thing about your contract. You may get bored on this research station and may even get homesick. Whenever that happens, remind yourself that the Umbrella Corporation demands reimbursement for the air travel in full. If you left early that would violate the contract. That would trigger the clause. With no-college nobody like you making minimum wage, it would take you a million years to pay for the space flight."

"(continued) Now, don't look so scared. Go down the hallway and find Rachel. She will assign you some work."

Riley left her boss' office. She was flustered about the place she found herself in. She slowly walked down the hallway. Grey linoleum floor guided her. The white doors in the white hallway were all closed without any signs on them. There was only a photo of a young twenty some year old gorgeous man with a coat hanging on the wall. Rachel was the tall black haired woman in a white coat and jeans beneath writing on a clip board. Rachel moved her body fluidly like a trained dancer. It was amazing to watch her shift the middle of her torso a bit, see her shoulder roll fluidly back.

"Hey, I am Riley. Mr. Peter said that you had work for me."

"They keep pulling 'em out of the head like bunnies. From under which rock did you crawl out?"

"I am from Chicago. Where are you from?"

"Nice try. So, you want some lab work. The work is pretty simple. We do the actual experiments. The scientists are way too scared and valuable to risk being close to their biological experiments. The job has three steps. One, inject new viral DNA into a Petri dish. Two, put the thing into a microscope for the scientists to remotely observe. Three, kill and clean anything after the experiment is done. Do you know, why we do these experiments on this remote moon?"

"No."

"I thought not. You look pretty clueless. On Earth, years ago, on a remote Scottish island, a research lab made the break through. They engineered a virus that would reset the DNA of its host. It is kind of like magic. You take a mouse. You replace the DNA in all cells with pigeon DNA. The thing turns into a pigeon. The problem was that one of those viruses got airborne. All personnel turned into a hybrid of an elephant and a lion. Luckily, they had a bit of dandelion DNA in them. So, they grew roots. Them stuck in place made it easier to shoot them, when the army was sent in to wipe the island clean."

"Huh-uh."

"As you are new, you are at the bottom of the picking order. You get to do the high risk lab work. You will have to wear one of those spiffy full body suits with a breather mask. A little tip for you, wear that suit as naked as possible. It gets darn hot in that unventilated plastic. Here is a sheet with instructions."

"Uh, I was curious, who is that guy in the photo in the hallway?"

"Oh, that is Rubin. He is the head scientist. Well, he used to be. He disappeared one day. Nobody knows, what happened. Maybe, he had a lab accident. Maybe, he ran into the Titan desert and died. Maybe, he freaked out and crawled into a box. He was so cute. He had a swimmer body, really ripped. Too hot to handle, I tell you."

"Huh-uh, so where is the bio hazard suit?"

"Come with me."

Rachel led Riley back into the hallway and entered an unmarked door. Behind it was a changing room. Large, beige tiles covered the floor, ceiling, and walls. It made it easier to clean the whole room by spraying chemicals for a bio mop up. A plastic bench with long slats was in the center. One wall had tall lockers for personal clothing. The other wall had milky clear full body plastic suits with yellow breathing masks.

Opposite to the entrance was a glass sliding door and floor to ceiling windows. Behind the glass was the lab room. There were large blocky microscopes. As they were remotely viewed, they did not have the typical long sight extending out of it. They were simple large gray boxes with a black slot, which accepted Petri dishes. Microscope after microscope stood on a heavy work bench to support the weight of those hefty machines. In the background a counter with sinks and large piles of Petri dishes. Distributed on other tables were cartons of sterile one-use syringes.

Rachel left the room. Her long black room was flowing through the air as she strutted out. Riley was by herself. She took a moment to gather herself. She read through the instruction sheet. It had large colorful drawings with smiling people, like the emergency manual for planes. People really thought that lab assistants were stupid. Who could blame them, when any smart person would refuse the high risk.

There was a white camera peering down at the room. Every room in the building had a security camera. Locker rooms were apparently famous rooms for employees to hide material and carry it out. Who was looking down at her? Riley decided to gracefully deal with all the ordeals that a large corporation placed upon her. She zipped her skirt open and let it drop down to her black boots. She was wearing black panties today. White comic letters wrote across her butt: "Byte Me." She stepped out of her skirt.

She folded her blouse and placed it on top of her skirt in a locker. Solely wearing her black panties and bra, she put the foot across her knee to zip down the boots. The socks lusciously covered her calves. She rolled them down. Her juicy feet sounded wet on the cold tiles. She pulled on of those full body suits from the hook. She stepped into a leg. She pulled the sleeves on. She adjusted the mask. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like the hazmat team straight out of a zombie movie. The milky plastic obscured the details of her body. Yet, the black of her underwear clearly showed that she was in her underwear.

The plastic suit was very puffy. The breathing was hard, because the air filter was so fine. She made her way to the glass door and hit the large button to slide the door open. The door locked behind her and a green light above the door turned on. She found a brown box on the floor with that day's date. It contained the live culture in the Petri dish. She placed it on an empty work desk. She also found the box with experimental viruses.

She unloaded the first Petri dish. She picked a syringe. She drew the virus fluid with the syringe out of the bottle. She pierced the rubber membrane on the Petri dish with the needle. She injected the virus fluid onto the generic tissue. She carried the Petri dish over to a microscope and injected it. After twenty repetitions, all microscopes were loaded.

As she had been very carefully, she was so focused that only now, she realized that the sweet was running down her spine. The full body suit kept all the moisture in. The suit slowly saturated with her perspiration. The plastic got sticky in places and clung to her skin. It was rather uncomfortable and in a way sexy to be so sweaty. While her busy hands scrubbed used Petri dishes in the sink, her idle mind imagined herself with that hot missing lad Rubin inside the same suit. In her mind, they were passionately making out in an ocean of their sweat. In reality, the sweat started pooling at her naked feet, because it kept running down.

A knock on the glass door snapped Riley out of her thoughts. The tall black-haired Rachel was waving her to come out. Deedee, the short girl with the long blond hair, stood behind. There was a third girl. They could have all been about the same age, fresh out of high school. The third girl had bright red hair that was cut to part in the middle of her scalp and frame her head. She wore a loose low hanging top that showed a tattoo of Japanese characters above her boob. She wore tight fitting pants that showed the figure of her body.

Riley waddled out of the room, as if she were walking through a swampy jungle. Her sweat water was flowing around her feet. She took the mask down. She was glad to breathe air easily again. Rachel introduced the red haired girl as Ines. They were all lab assistants. Ines pointed out that Riley was shy, because she was wearing clearly evident black underwear. The girls giggled. Riley flushed red in the face.




Zorg – Fuck Your Way to Freedom!



Rachel freed Riley of any further duties for the day. As she explained, being a lab assistant meant mostly waiting for something to do that none of the scientists dared getting close to. The experiments were running in the Petri dishes. It would be another twenty hours, before they would be done. Rachel suggested taking an easy day to adjust to her new situation. The triad of girls left in lock step.

The locker room was empty again. Riley pulled herself out of the plastic suit that kept clinging to her skin. She tossed it into a large garbage container. Her black underwear was drenched. She took it off. When she pushed down the panties, the stuck and ended up getting rolled into a sausage that would drip. Her bra was equally wet like a sponge. She was naked and stepped into the shower bin. The shower head sprayed many pleasing rays of water on her body. It felt like a torrent in the jungle. She looked at the mirror covered with water. Her wet face looked five years younger.

She lathered her body with soap out of the clinical soap dispenser. She rubbed the foam around her boobs, into her arm pits, and down her legs. She also carefully folded her labia apart and cleaned herself there. She washed down the soap suds and stayed a minute longer for the pure enjoyment of her skin. When she stepped out, she felt very averse to putting the wet underwear on. So, she wore her skirt without panties and her white blouse without bra. Her blouse showed her boobs a little less perky without the bra, yet the natural feel of them oozed out of the blouse. She put on her high black boots. She felt fresh and again protectively clad to step out into the world.

She stepped out of the locker room and straight into the shoulder of a young man. The young man had shoulder long straight black hair, a bit of an emo look. He held onto a pen as he stepped out of Riley's way. Riley apologized. The young man introduced himself as Toad. He was wearing an oversized sports jersey. It was bright orange and for a basketball team. Toad seemed a bit smitten by Riley. Toad was a scientist. When he realized that Riley had prepared his experiments, he thanked her. He confided in Riley that he wasn't running company experiments. He was trying to rebuild, the DNA for a cannabis plant, because he was missing smoking so badly. They separated friendly.

Riley stepped out of the research tower. She walked down the now familiar street. As soon as she got home, she let Zorg out. Today, he made a lot of little jumps instead of one large one. Riley sat on the stoop and watched Zorg jumping randomly to every which spot on the street and lawns. Finally, he settled and came trotting towards Riley with a happy expression. He rubbed his orange-brown spotted head on her knee to clamor for affection.

Her parents were still not home. They did not even leave her a note. She took a nap on the couch. Zorg sat on her chest. Like a real dog, he tried to lick her face. At first Riley struggled vehemently against being licked by the tongue that did the dishes. However, as she got drowsy from falling asleep, a little voice told her to stop fighting it. It felt actually pretty nice to have the smooth moist tongue lick over her cheeks, lips, and nose. She noticed that for a moment, before she fell asleep.

When she came back to her senses, the darkness of night had already settled outside the window. Zorg was curiously perched on the coffee table. His head was held high and his tale was completely horizontal. Riley muttered "What the fuck, Zorg?" Then, with a soft ping like a harp being pulled gently, Zorgs hair exploded into every direction. About five inches away from his body, the hair stopped.

Each strand of hair slowly turned itself around a different axis of rotation, until they formed a cloud. First the light from the street lamps outside reflected itself in tiny very white spots of light, like an optic fiber. The hair slowly started turning into a purple from the top down. It was like fairy dust. Shades of green waved through the cloud of purple light dots. The color depended on the angle of the light, as the reflection on a CD changes color as the CD is moved.

Zorg powerfully reverse coughed air in. The fairy dust was gone. Zorg's pink skin was showing. He looked very ugly that way. He looked shriveled partially human and partially grotesque. Riley had to cover her face with a pillow. When she looked again, he was the same old Zorg with his white fur and the three orange-brown spots. Riley let the pillow drop in relief and got up to have a small dinner in the kitchen.

After dinner, Riley took her night shower to be fresh for bed. Because her parents might come, she was wearing a towel to cover her breasts and butt. The company issued towels were so skimpy on fabric that the width of the towel barely reached the bottom of her buttocks. She bent over to reset the scale. Something cool at first, definitely wet, and then warm bumped into her sex. Zorg! By her bending forward, the towel had risen higher and exposed her behind. She pushed Zorg away with her bare foot. Zorg willingly as programmed let himself push away and found somewhere else to troll in the bathroom.

Riley reached up to put her wet underwear from the lap over the fixed shower head. She wanted to dry it, before it got moldy as it would wait for laundry day. Her panty slipped down the curve of the shower head. She had to bend over to pick it up. That moment, she felt it again: cold, wet, warm, and then sensuous. She pushed her foot against Riley again to push him away. His fur felt so soft. She wished that they would make house shoes out of fur like that.

She stepped out of the shower. She sprayed the disinfectant. Then, she wiped the shower dry. As she reached to the farthest corner of the shower, she felt her sex touched again. It felt kind of good. She waited for a moment. She waited to feel, what a lick of that slobbery tongue would feel like. Zorg licked her from the clitoris to the perineum. It reminded her of oral sex from a boy. She pushed her foot back again to get Zorg away.

For some reason, Riley did not get dressed. She started walking around the house with the yellow company issued towel. She was reluctant to let the vacuum cleaner sexually touch her, yet it felt good. Something inside her started to avoid the accidents. She would pretend to pickup a book from the floor. So, she would bend over and expose her sex from under the towel towards Zorg. When Zorg did not react, she would bend her left and right knee alternating to move her butt cheeks and tease Zorg to come closer and inspect.

He did. He cautiously walked to sniff her sex to find out, if it offered food or something. His nose would accidentally bump into her sex as he sniffed. Riley enjoyed the surge of cold on her sensitive sex. Then, Zorg would walk away bored.

Unhappy and driven to invite more accidents, Riley started painting her toe nails red, while standing with her legs straight and bent over. After the second toe nail, Zorg came back to lick her vagina. Riley would pause painting her toe nails. Then, she shoved him away with the not yet painted foot. She chided him for being a naughty Zorg and that he should behave. Yet, she kept painting her toe nails in the same manner.

By the seventh toe nail, Zorg returned once more. He skipped the sniffing and stubbing of his toe into her sex. He went straight for the licking. Riley continued painting her toes and chided Zorg: "Oh, you bad boy, you know that with both feet painted, I cannot move. We'll have to program some manners into you with the next prototype." When the last toe nail was painted, Riley slowly waddled forward with her toes extended up to avoid touching the floor. She escaped the tongue, yet the damage had been done. Her sexual tension had been stimulated to the horny point of no return, the point where one has to get off.

She went to her room and closed the door behind her and Zorg. She laid herself down on the clean bed sheets pretending to read a book. Her head was resting on her hands. The book lay between her elbows. Her knees were bent with the ankles happily resting on her butt. Her thighs were spread wide. The towel around her body rode a little high.

After the first paragraph, Zorg jumped onto the bed. He circled a bit around. Then, he lied down and started licking her sex. She looked at the door with tension in case her parents would suddenly return. Her feet were poised to kick Zorg off in such a case. She starred at the book in front of her. Her inner focus was on the intense sexual heat of her sex. She longed to climb the intensity with her mind turned off. She did not care about her parents catching her anymore or using a bio research prototype as a vibrator. All she needed was to push her hot pussy onto more good feeling.

The release came in a wave of pleasure over her. She stopped being able to breathe. Her body tensed up. She roared a grunt out. The grunt felt like humming caressing her torso to feel even more. Then, the mellow relaxation followed. Her mind was clear and aware again. She was back in control. She closed her thighs to shove Zorg away. She felt embarrassed. She composed herself to go to sleep. Sleep came the moment she closed her eyes. All the experiences of the day had her mind exhausted and eager to process at night.

Riley began a dream. At first she saw the camouflage pattern of brown, yellow, and green. She was under the canopy of oak trees, the trees with the leaves that have round nudges and pins like a puzzle. Happy, warm, and familiar feelings flooded her and tingled her entire being. She realized now that she was standing on Tompkins Square Park in the East Side of Manhattan. She had spent many happy summer days here playing as a kid. She had been running with other kids. She had wild running fantasies with the play toy horses that were mounted on colored spring. The horses had bounced her little butt around, while her mind was in the Wild, Wild West.

Now, she was standing on the park no longer getting excited about the bouncy horses. Now, it was the memories of those childhood times that welled up in her. She did no longer know what to do with the sand pits. She was standing there with other high school graduates, who were now grown ups. A cart was pulled into the park on big wagon wheels. She remembered as a kid, those cards had ice cream, candy, or junk food. She loved the pleasure of choosing: The ice cream in the cone, the ice cream in between waffles, the ice cream on a stick, or raspberry ice cream? And, then the experience of that new ice creams melting in her mouth, while she would strategize about how to take it apart: Suck it from the inside out, nipple the good stuff out, or let it slowly melt in her mouth.

This time, the cart contained many little sections separated by wood. A big grab section contained fake identification cards. She grabbed five of them. The first one that caught her eye was a Hawaiian beach access card. The photo on the ID showed a blonde party girl with many black tattoos on her body. The card looked nothing like Riley. Yet, they would teach her to dress up like the photo on the ID. They? They were three men in light gray trench coats with black hats standing around the cart. They looked like Scotland Yard. They were recruiting young people for a detective academy. The cart had all the mild things that a detective might need.

All the gadgets and things got Riley excited. She wanted them all. She wanted a selection of ID cards. She wanted the wigs to dress like another person. She wanted the low velocity guns that did not require permits. She could not wait to try out all the cool detective stuff.

First, she had to go to that school. Instantly, she was in the school. There were wide stair cases and aisles for the students to go to their class rooms. The students were dressed in detective uniform. It seemed a little bit like a dress. The collars were high up to the middle of the ear. The students worked in pairs like well behaved private school students.

The vision of learning for four years theory from books seemed tedious to Riley. Riley wanted to learn the practical part, how it really worked. So, she went into a room. She walked past a door to a broom closet. She entered the main room behind. It was a dark room with little lighting and heavy timber walls. She unraveled an arch evil, a criminal so bad that he was half beast and half human. She would be able to observe the teachers live as they'd contain the beast. That way, she would be able to learn, how detective work was really done, not some stupid text book exercises.

As swift as she could, she retreated into the broom closet. The broom closet had a bullet proof glass door. The glass went floor to ceiling for a good view. She nervously tapped with the palm of her hand on a green button. The bullet proof glass door sealed. She expected the arch evil to tear through the unprepared student bodies and flood the glass with red blood. She tensely held on as she would see the outbreak.

The arch evil removed the last gray mummification tape that had held it captured. It did not tear through the student bodies in a gory way. It only knocked three of them instantly dead. The other scattered silently running in panic. The arch evil had left the near vicinity of Riley. Riley carefully stepped out. She was vulnerable, because she had not yet observed a teacher fighting the arch evil. She would learn soon.

A vision flashed in front of her eyes that the arch evil was hiding on a flat section of the roof among red shingles. She stepped through the now empty hallways with doors left open and chairs knocked over. Outside a few students were still running. Summoning her dream powers, she jumped two floors up onto the roof of a little adjunct building. She ran up the steep red shingles. On the tip of the roof was a sign made of large letters. She peeked behind it. Two students eagerly waved her to go away. They had claimed the spot as their hiding spot. Riley was not going to hide. She was out hunting.

With her dream powers, she made a large leap onto the roof of the main building. The main building was an old medieval castle. There were many balconies, mini towers, raised roofs, and other architectural elements that made the roof a complex terrain to hide. Riley expected that the first master teachers had now realized the situation. The master teachers were probably tracking, stalking, and scheming to take in the arch evil. She would soon seen, how it is really done, and safe herself four years of schooling.

She cautiously set out to check the roof systematically, until she would find the hiding place of her vision. Before she could make progress, the dream images started fading. Instead numbers and letters started appearing: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..." Riley felt distressed about the numbers and woke up.

As she felt herself back in her real world body in bed, she still felt the good and exciting feelings of the dream. As her mind slowly re-played the dream, she realized that her desire to learn had cold bloodedly killed dozens of students. She shuddered at herself that she would do such a thing. She pushed her blanked away to start the day and move away from this horrific reality of the dream that she had so much enjoyed.

Riley got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. Her parents had not returned from the lab that night either. The darkness of night was still outside. The incandescent light painted the room in a cozy yellow light. The walls got darker farther away from the ceiling light giving the room a cave lake feeling. The water jets hit Riley's face, hair, and body like needles. The water washed over her dreams and last night's experience. Her mind readied itself for the day ahead in the lab. The soap was an orange brick worn smooth at the edges, yet still pretty new. The film of soap suds made her skin look sensual.

She stepped out of the shower onto the square pink tiles with the white lines running in between. The sink was full of brushes, shampoo bottles, lotions, and cups. She found the tooth brush among them and decided for the red berry flavored tooth paste. Zorg was running around her in circles and figure eights. His short, smooth, and white dog fur rubbed against her naked legs. Her leg skin was youthful like that of an eighteen year old. Her legs were well shaped, because gravity hadn't dragged anything down. Yet, there was a bit of baby fat making her calves and thighs rounder and more endearing.

It was obvious that Zorg wanted to lick her pussy again. Riley needed to get to work. So, she caught him with her hands. She straddled him. She pinned his torso in between her knees. He felt good – soft and warm. Zorg looked up at her face with a question and plead in his eyes. Riley explained that she had to go to work with her mouth full of toothpaste and the tooth brush. 

Zorg started wriggling, turning, and pulling to get out of the hold of her knees. Riley kept brushing her teeth. She enjoyed the sensation of his soft paws stepping on her feet, the fur rubbing back and force in between her legs, and the liveliness of his struggle. When Zorg started to succeed weaseling his way out, she got on her knees to get a better pin. Her thighs had a tighter grip than her knees. She was now almost riding the dog. Her chin leaned forward barely over the sink to avoid tooth paste dripping onto the floor as she kept brushing her teeth.

Riley's pussy was touching the back of Zorg, because his body was at the perfect height for that. Her pussy lips had been relaxed and were open. So, Zorg's fur was touching her directly on the moist and red part of her vagina. Riley felt the erotic energy in her waist. This is why young girls love riding horses was her though over and over. She had to focus to keep going through her morning chores with that stimulation. "Zorg, it feels so good, but I gotta go to work."

On her walk from the house along the suburban road to the research tower, Riley saw the moon Rhea in the still dark sky. The pale white ball in the sky was covered with craters of a million comets and space junk crashing into the moon. With the many craters it looked more like a golf ball than a Swiss cheese. Of course, there were more moons visible that morning. Saturn has 62 moons. Although many of them are pretty tiny sparks that mingle in size with distant stars.

Saturn itself was looming large. The rings around Saturn always fascinated Riley. They looked like the surface of water or a liquid. And, Saturn like a water ball was resting half immersed in the water. Actually, the rings consisted mostly of billions of frozen ice particles that had aligned itself in a disc. Riley paused like many times to see, if she could discern the Phoebe Ring. The Phoebe Ring is a barely visible ring around Saturn that is presumed to be debris Phoebe, another moon.

That morning at work, everybody lined up next to each other in front of a running camera. Mr. Peter was on the far right side with his dark red striped tie and oily hair. Toad stood erect next to him pouring his anxiety into rubbing his hands together and sometimes rubbing the hands on the lap of his pants. Deedee and Ines were dressed up in clothes that looked stiff and artificial on them. Oh, Rachel was actually missing. Deedee bumped her elbow into Riley's ribs: "Rachel got the honor of running the experiment."

Rachel was in the high security lab. She was covered in white yellowish latex all over her body, except for her head. The latex exposed her entire figure: Camel toe, nipples, butt crack, center line of her trained abs, knee cap. Her face was covered with a black mask that had a snout hanging down her chest to filter the air. Her hair was covered with a plastic uniform. Rachel was moving her arms around, squatting, and kissing her knee. She tried to get a feel for the restriction of the latex on her movements.




Zorg – Fuck Your Way to Freedom!



Mr. Peter announced to the camera:

"Experiment 3277: We are going to inject a mushroom with virus 8753. The virus will act in three stages. Stage one will infect host cells. The host cells DNA will be altered to replicate the virus at a rapid rate."

"Stage two, the virus contains a region of DNA that is dormant. Thus, it has no effect on the virus. The virus will inject this DNA into the DNA of the host cell. The mushroom DNA is rewritten to become rat DNA. The mushroom cells will turn into rat cells."

"Stage three, begins with the mushroom turned into a piece of rat meat. More exactly, the rat meat consists of rat stem cells. The rat stem cells will differentiate themselves and form a living rat."

"The current virus only contains programming for the rat for 10 minutes. After ten minutes the rat starts acting on its own. With all the scientifically engineered DNA floating around, unpredictable things may happen. The rat may turn into an elephant or create a deadly virus. So, within 10 minutes, a second virus has to be injected into the rat. This is virus 8754. It will remove all previously injected and altered DNA. The rat will turn back into a mushroom. This is similar to uninstalling a program from a computer. Hopefully, we get all the bits uninstalled and don't leave anything behind."

"Rachel our lead lab assistant has been chosen to do the honors due to her many contributions to the project. Rachel, would you go ahead now."

Mr. Peters rotated the camera on the tripod to face into the lab straight onto Rachel. Toad, the scientist, pushed his eyes as close to the safety glass as his squished nose would permit. Deedee and Ines were doing little cheers for Rachel. Rachel stood there. The face mask with the hanging air filter made her look like an ant eater. The latex on her body made her look like a fetish model.

Rachel picked up a syringe. She poked the umbrella of the mushroom with it. She injected a little bit into five different places. Then, she moved a close up camera over the mushroom. She stepped back. Toad whispered, "Okay, stage one has started. At this point, we don't see anything. It is like a cold infecting a person before the symptoms show."

A minute later, the hue of the mushroom had become slightly red. A completely red dot sparked in one place. Another red dot appeared. It was like watching dumplings appear at the surface of a boiling pot. Dumplings rise from the bottom, when they are done. The whole mushroom had turned into a white and red lump of meat.

Under the hood the mushroom had many thin layers of mushroom flesh. They were like the pages of a book that has the pages slightly fluffed apart. They started popping. Round and odd shaped things started popping out. Toad whispered, "The final stage has been reached, the rat is developing." A little appendage popped out of the trunk of the mushroom. The appendage vibrated in the air on its own power. The appendage branched into five. It was a foot.

Out of a shaking, vibrating, and bubbling meat pile came a real and living rat. The rat scurried across the table, jumped down, and disappeared somewhere behind desks, tables, and cabinets. Toad whispered, "Oh, god, you are in deep shit. If you don't catch the rat in ten minutes to inject the uninstall virus, the room's containment protocol will activate. The room will get flooded in a mix of poison gas and acid to destroy every living cell." Mr. Peter translated yelling through the safety glass: "Catch that fucking rat now or you are dead!"

Deedee and Ines screamed. They hugged each other instinctively. Rachel muttered, "Next time, I have the girl on the bottom of the totem pole do this work, Riley!" Rachel walked around desks and cabinets looking down. Soon, she scared up the rat and ran after her. The rat was faster by a league. "Rachel, don't bother catching the rat. Just kill it. It stops running around that way. The uninstall virus still works that way," screamed Toad, while he jumped a little up and down.

Rachel found a plastic stick. She stabbed at the rat in the corner of a room. The rat was pretty agile. Rachel stabbed her once with the dull end. Yet, the rat kept moving around. The rat ran across the room to another hiding place. They were running after each other in circles. "The rat is too fast. Through stuff at it. Don't worry about breaking stuff. Nothing in that room is as important as you are," directed Mr. Peter.

Rachel grabbed the glass beakers next to her. She hurled them towards the rat. She mostly missed the rat. The beakers exploded and glass shrapnel ricochet around. Deedee screamed in emotional pain, "Rachel, your feet are only covered by a thin latex layer, don't step on the glass." Rachel cursed her actions. The rate in its agility stepped around the glass and ran for it again.

"Two minutes left, hurry, Rachel," screamed Toad. He had stepped back to the control panel. The safety key was inserted and his finger was on a red button. "Do we really have to do this," asked Mr. Peter. "If not, we may all die," replied Toad.

Rachel was fueled by panic. She grabbed a chair by its legs and started bashing the ground and anything as she ran after the rat. Yet, the rat again ran under a desk that Rachel had to clumsily walk around. In rage, Rachel kicked the desk over with her latex clad feet. The science tools flew across the floor like artillery shelling chasing the rat. Actually, the table surface rising vertically off the ground was too high for the rat to jump up on. So, Rachel funneled her fury into pushing the whole table forward until the rat was cornered in the corner of the wall.

"60 seconds. Kill the rat now. Send a donation to an animal lover non-profit later," urged Toad. Rachel bashed down the chair on the trapped rat. The bones of the rat were crunched. "45 seconds, Rachel, get the uninstall syringe." Rachel ran for the original experiment desk. She hustled back with the second syringe. "15 seconds, you can do it." Rachel stabbed the rat and injected the entire contents in one place. She frantically looked at the rat and Toad with his finger still on the red button.

The rat transformed back into a mushroom.

"I hate mushrooms," said Rachel.

"I am so sorry, Rachel. It somehow didn't come to my mind that rats can run around. I was too focused on the virus," said Toad.

"Kids, I have had enough for this day. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, while I file the accident paperwork," said Mr. Peter.

"Oh, poor Rachel," said Ines with a sad face.

Toad pulled Riley to the side. He invited her to hang out at his house in an hour with everyone else. He suggested that she hopefully was not judgmental about recreational drug usage. It would help them all calm down after this near fatal accident. He smiled at her warmly and squeezed her forearm friendly. Then, he walked off.

An hour later, Riley stood in front of the white suburban door. Toad's house was on the street opposite the research tower from Riley's house. The door had ornamental indentations. The door handle was made of a yellow metal that was definitely not gold, yet evidently expected to be labeled 'golden door handle' in the catalog. When she pressed the door bell, a cheap speaker blared machine gun fire followed by a popular actor yelling: "FBI, open up." After personalized cell phone ring tones, personalized door bells was the next fad.

Toad's head appeared in the partially opened door. He wore a muscle t-shirt, thin straps that showed his amateur workout deltoids. He legs were in black workout pants. The material was so thin and stiff that the pants were puffy. He waved Riley in and walked ahead of her. His bare feet walked over a used room wide carpet with an odd worn turquoise carpet thrown over it. There were magazines lying on the floor. The phone was resting in a corner on the floor.

A fake palm tree was resting against the wall, leaning like a hokey stick. The entrance to the kitchen was covered with a purple crochet fabric. The gaps in the pattern provided a hazy look into the kitchen. A little desk in the corner with a computer and layers of paper hid in a corner. The paper was not even in a pile. It was evenly distributed over the whole desk. A few sheets of paper were hanging over the edge of the desk. They only managed to cling on, because the corner that was on the table was pinned with other papers. Evidently, some papers had lost their death grip to the desk and had fallen to the ground.

The three girls, Deedee, Ines, and Rachel, were already sitting on the couch and the two armchairs. Rachel's long black hair was still wet from the scrub down after the lab experiment. The girls were all comfy with their legs pulled up on the seat or sprawled over an arm rest. The couch was bleached green. The surface of the coach was worn. A blanket had been thrown over the couch to cover the warn fabric. Yet, the aging of the blanket had caught up with the coach. Toad fell back on the coach. It almost seemed that his hitting the couch had puffed dust of the couch into the air. A ska band was trying to mellow out any discomfort that Riley may have about joining them.

Riley nestled on the free spot next to Toad. She kicked of her shoes to blend in with the rest, who had adjusted their clothing to be comfortable. The red haired Ines, poured Riley two drinks. There were two glass carafes on the desk. One was yellow with lemonade. The other was red with raspberry ice tea. Both had many ice cubes clicking against each other, while Ines poured the drinks. Ines asked Riley to sample the drinks and vote for the better.

Meanwhile, Rachel was self absorbed picking more latex pieces out from between her naked toes. The toes were pretty and stubby. The toe nails were pointed red. Toad was slouched on the sofa almost lying. He watched the girls lazily. Deedee was slightly yet rapidly bouncing in her arm chair. She hummed a song about getting high and flying and how she wanted a hit right now. Riley definitely preferred the lemonade. Both drinks were artificial. Yet, the raspberry tasted really artificial.

Toad leaned forward to Riley: "So, where did you really come from?"

"Oh, I came from planet Earth, New York City, East Village."

"No, you didn't. Stop the bullshit and tell us, where you really came from."

"That's where I came from. It is my first time..."

"No, the shuttle to the way station has been down here on the research tower for months. It has been there, because the only pilot disappeared one day. He is gone without a trace. And, we know that the Umbrella Corporation never built another shuttle that can fly in Titan's Methane atmosphere. So, where did you come from?"

"What do you mean, the shuttle never left the research tower? I was in it the other day. What do you mean with the pilot disappeared?"

"Well, a few months ago, the pilot disappeared. There is nothing more to say. We searched every bit and he was gone. The shuttle was still here. If he is hiding, he is hiding really well. If he walked into the Titan desert, he is dead. The strange thing is that after his disappearance, people started appearing. See those three girls and you. You all appeared out of nowhere on your own days."

"Huh? Then, how come I remember everything about the flight, the shuttle change, and so on?"

"Here is a theory. You know about instinct. Instincts are things that you simply do without your intellect. That's because they are hard wired in your DNA. Now, imagine someone hardwired memories in your DNA, instinctual memories..."

"Toad, stop scaring the girl. We have heard your conspiracy theories before. We are here. We are real. You can touch us. That's all that matters," barked Riley.

"As you were," said Toad and slouched back again.

Deedee bounced forward in her chair and burst out that it were time to do drugs. Her face glowed excitedly. Toad pulled an old cigar box out from under the coach. It was a box of blonde imitation wood and a ceremonial imitation paper seal ran across the box. The box had been previously opened. Toad flipped the box open. The inside of the top of the box had a mirror. It was the mirror glass with the edges jagged and no frame. A blue wrinkled tape kept it in place. The box contained yellow dirt dust. The dust looked exactly like the dust that covered the whole planet. Toad confirmed to Riley that it was simply dirt from outside the house.

Loosing her temper and patience, Deedee pulled the box away from Toad. She ripped the mirror out. She poured a little of the fine dirt dust on the table. The dust poured smoothly like fine sand in an hour glass. The cone was near perfect. Deedee smashed down the cone with the glass. Then, she scraped along the side of the yellow dirt until it formed a straight line. She stuck her finger in her mouth. The wet finger came out. She pressed the wet finger on the line of yellow Titan dirt. All the dirt stuck on the finger. It became wet and mud like. She opened her lips as wide as she could with her teeth clenched. She looked like a leach trying to attach itself to something. She rubbed the yellow mud on the gums with her finger. After a minute, she exhaled deeply and fell back in her arm chair.

Everyone had watched her intently. Toad claimed the box back. He drew four yellow Titan soil lines on the table for the rest of them. Rachel interrupted Toad suggesting that they should explain to Riley the effects of the drug. Toad said that it would bring beautiful visions and something else that she would figure out soon enough. Riley resisted at first. Yet, Ines explained that the drug was natural, because it was simply dirt.

Riley's first impression was that the soil simply tasted like soil. It was a bit crunchy like sand. Riley's second impression lasted minutes. She was in the desert of a planet. A sand storm blew over her. The sand came in wave light patterns that looked like Northern lights. The yellow sand turned into green and blue and all colors. The storm tore the clothes of her body. She was flying through the sand clouds. She eased and relaxed into the movement of the storm. The sand blasted sometimes rough over her skin. Sometimes, it was as soft and gentle as a massage therapist caressing her with flower petals.

When Riley opened her eyes again, she saw Rachel. Rachel had pulled her top away from her boob. She was trying to look her full and beautiful boob with her tongue reaching far. Deedee and Ines were making out. Deedee was sitting on Ines lap. Their boobs were pressed together. Their tongues and lips were capturing each other. Toad had his hand inside his pant. He looked into Riley's eyes with deep lust: "The second effect of the drug is that it makes you so horny that you can't help but fuck. Whom are you going to choose to fuck?"

Riley checked her clothes. She was afraid that the theme of the hallucinations had reflected her getting undressed and caressed in the real world. She was still wearing her clothes. She panicked at the lust in the room. She saw Toad, how he wanted to fuck her. She saw the lust in the girls of how they may only pile on her like demons of sin. She slipped into her shoes and ran out of the place. She ran until she was home.

She stopped at home. She listened to her pounding heart. She saw the happy go lucky Zorg trotting toward her. Now, she felt the wetness between her legs for the first time. Her panties were completely soaked. Her mind was racing to figure out, how to get off. The last bit of logic told her to find a hiding place. The horny gang may be coming after her. Her house was the first place that they would look.

So, she walked to the end of the road. Zorg followed her curious and happy to go for a walk. The end of the road was a half circle of a lush green lawn. The end of the lawn abruptly turned into the yellow desert of Titan. In the middle of the lawn was a large thicket of bushes. From being a kid, she knew that the thickest green bushes were only thick on the outside. On the inside, they had only brittle branches and often hollow spaces.

She pushed her body through the green wall. As expected, the inside was a big room. She had to crawl though. The sunlight was filtering in. She felt safe in her secret hiding place. She threw off the clothes from her body. She rested on her back for a moment. The glimpses of sunlight that made it through the canopy were hot. It was the brightest and hottest time of the day. The sun spots on her skin made her tingle. She loved the feeling. She relaxed into it. She felt the different sun spots on her body grow in sensation and wane.

Riley's horniness had reached the peak of the year. She was naked in public yet save – how daring. She felt all good on her skin from the sun. And, the Titan soil riled up Riley's sex. The good Zorg had been waiting for this moment.

After Zorg had smelled around the bush, he started smelling Riley's naked feet. The cold smooth stubby nose poked her skin. She would wait in anticipation of the next poke. Sure enough, Zorg poked her calf next. He smelled his way up her thighs. When his nose hit her sex, Riley could not hold it in any longer. She grabbed his head around the ears. With both hands, she pressed his nose against the area between her clitoris and the vagina entrance. She rubbed herself against his nose. His teeth and jaws were so soft and bendy, because they had been designed to be similar soft as a rubber dildo is.

To avoid coming too quickly, before she could build a strong enough orgasm, Riley let go of Zorg's head. Zorg continued licking eagerly on his own. Riley looked up at the green leaves and sky in the canopy above her. Her breathing grew heavy. She looked down at the head with the two brown spots and the goofy dangling ears. Oh, it felt so good. She thought of her first vibrator, whom she had named Pleasure Plebe. Zorg was so much more fun. As VHS gained acceptance because of porn, and small motors became widespread due to their use in vibrators, the Zorg vacuum may become a winner, because of his licking.

Riley came. She shivered. Her eyes saw beauty itself. Good feelings spread through her. Her pussy became sensitive. She threw a branch for Zorg to fetch, so that he would stop stimulating her. An odd rustling in the leaves startled her. She quickly grabbed her clothes. With the drug worn off, she needed to find a safe and familiar place. She carefully peaked out. Nobody was around. She climbed out of the bush and went straight back home. Zorg bounced a bit up and down the street to work off the energy that digesting her pussy juices had created.

Finally, at home, she sat on her couch. She clutched blue pillow hard in her hands in front of her chest. She was ready for the drama of the day to wash away. She was waiting for her thigh muscles to relax. She was waiting for her neck to relax. She was waiting for the headache to go away. She was waiting for her breathing to become slow and mellow. Going to work tomorrow and the though of meeting the horny gang worried her.

The phone rang loud and shrill. The phone rang again. It was the first time that phone had been ringing. She picked up the phone. A muffled and unrecognizable voice said that the person was in possession of a video recording. The video recording would show her getting oral sex in the park from a dog. Riley insisted that it was a vacuum cleaner not a dog. The caller proposed that fucking a vacuum cleaner in a park was still good blackmail material. The caller's black mail offer was to show up tomorrow in the park again with Zorg or have her photos published to her boss and everyone. The caller hung up.

The embarrassment, humiliation, and helplessness crushed Riley. She swore to herself that she should have never gone week to her drive to masturbate. She got up and paced the whole apartment. There was nothing to be done. There was no police on Titan. There was no good uncle. She simply had to tough it out and put up with whatever came her way.




Zorg – Fuck Your Way to Freedom!



Dinner nourished her emotions profoundly. She felt a lot better. Her mind started settling. An old German saying says 'Essen haelt Leib und Seele zusammen', 'eating keeps the body and soul together.' So, when Riley went to sleep in her bed, she felt as good as one could feel after such a day and the heavy specter of blackmail. She instantly fell into deep sleep. Toward, the morning hours her sleep grew lighter and she dreamed.

In the dream, she was near the icy Northern polar cap of planet Earth. She was right at the point, where the pack of ice meets the open ocean. The pack of ice loomed high with steep cliffs. The sky was dark and cloudy. It promised dooming weather brewing. The sea was ragged and in turmoil. A strong current pulled water away from the ice. The ice was melting. All the melt water rushed into the rest of the ocean. Only small rugged tug boats were wrestling with the choppy waves. All other boats had left the area.

In this ravaged and menacing place, Riley could feel the presence of the arch evil, the arch evil that she had unleashed in her dream the other day. Riley was tracing the arch evil across the planet. With so little people around in this desolate place, she could feel the presence of the arch evil strongly. It was natural for the arch evil to pick a menacing place to match its nature. Yet, it was foolish to pick such an isolated place, because Riley's supernatural sensitivity could sense its location so much clearer without the rumble jumble of crowds of people.

Soon, night would fall. In the cold of night, the ice would freeze again. It would suck the water back out the oceans. The strong current would switch its directions. The last tug boats would dash to have left by then, before they would get overpowered by the ocean. Riley had to get to safety as well. She moved forward through the turmoiled waves that ran into every which direction.

She reached a freeway that was running straight into the ice land. The freeway was gray. It had six lanes in each direction. On the sides of the freeway were only solid rail guards and nothing else. The freeway was flooded with knee deep water. Riley had to cross the freeway with freezing cold water. Her legs were bare. She saw everything beneath the knees disappear into the water, invisible to her. The surface of the water drew lines as the current pulled it past her knees. The water bulged before her knee, dented down after her knee, and drew a long V shape into the water.

Riley looked up at her goal across the freeway. She knew that she would find the arch evil in the open planes of the white ice. The dream faded. Numbers appeared: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..." The numbers and failing to reach the arch evil distraught Riley. She woke up in her bed with the pillows and bed sheets. She assured herself, where she was.

In the bathroom, she locked the door to keep Zorg out. She dressed in plain business clothes to hide her individuality. She walked down the suburban street toward the research tower. She paused to look up at the sky. Dione, another moon of Saturn, was in prominent view. Dione was as bright as Rhea. They are both highly albedo. She had learned that albedo means how well a moon reflects sun light. The leading side of Dione is as riddled by craters as Rhea. Yet, the backside has a network of distinctive bright ice cliffs.

Mr. Peter was already waiting for Riley at the entrance of the research tower. He impatiently checked his clock. When he saw the time, he huffed. Then, he seized up Riley. Riley checked her clock. She was indeed on time. Mr. Peter was very curt: "The other kids are doing a closed experiment. So, you get to clean up the mess in the high security lab from yesterday. Forget about a safety suit. We have to re-sterilize the whole place anyway." Mr. Peter turned around and walked away.

Riley got a red mobile dumpster. She rolled it into the research lab. She scooped broken glass, instruments, and consumables into the dumpster. She arranged the desks and furniture. Lunch break was a lonely affair with her sandwich. The afternoon brought the pre-cleaning with regular cleaning supplies: Mop the floor, scrub the desks, and wipe the windows. The dull mundane work made her brain mushy. Luckily, the mushiness of her brain also kept her from worrying much about her relations with her co-workers, the black mail, and her lusty escapades with Zorg.

After work, she dragged her ass down the street home. She dressed conservatively in jeans and sneakers. Once, she stepped outside the door, Zorg followed her. He immediately broke threw the barrier of sound with a big bang. She probably had forgotten her half eaten cereal on the kitchen table in the morning. That would explain, why Zorg was working off so much energy. After all, he did not only get the calories that humans get. He converted every atom in the cereal into pure energy.

Five minutes later, when Zorg fell back out of the sky, Riley did her walk of shame to the park at the end of the street. The Titan desert landscape and the steep crater walls promised a false way out. Once out of the crater, there would be no more oxygen to breathe. So, she surrendered. She pushed herself through the outside of the bush. The leaves and stubby branches scraped along her. She sat down in the center of the low dome shaped room inside the bush. Zorg relaxed lying down putting his head in her lap.

A woman's voice outside the bush was talking through a fake paper bag. The humming of the paper bag made it impossible to figure out the identity of the person. The fake paper bag voice reminded her that she had been filmed yesterday. The fake paper bag voice drove home that the video would be published, if Riley would not follow her instructions promptly without question and hesitation. Riley defiantly belled back: "So, what do you want?"

"For starters, take off all your clothes."

"Yeah, you wanna see my pussy again. It is nothing to me."

Riley unbuttoned her jeans. She kicked off the sneakers with the opposite foot. She pulled off the t-shirt over her head. She threw her panties and bra on the same pile. She defiantly starred into the direction of the voice. Her muscles were ready for a fight, a good girl fight, which would go awfully wrong for the other girl. Zorg was alert and barked a warning to support Riley.

"Now, throw your clothes over here."

Riley obeyed and threw her clothes over there. When a Caucasian female hand reached through the branches and took away her clothes, Riley started feeling weaker. She was naked and depended on getting her clothes back. She started feeling pliable and obedient.

"Now, put some of the Titan soil in your mouth."

Riley surrendered and picked up yellow dusty Titan soil. She licked it off her hand. She closed her eyes. She was flying through space around Saturn. She was flying circles, spirals, and back dives into the rings around Saturn. Dipping into the Saturn rings was sometimes like water, sometimes like honey, and sometimes fluffy as a cotton ball. A particular high dive into a Saturn ring pulled the clothes straight of her body. She noticed that she was dressed in her dream at the beginning.

Angels started flying with her. The angels had white wings and were naked. At first, they paralleled her flight. Then, one little cherub snuck a kiss on her naked butt. A female angel caressed her hair. She reached for an angel. The angel pulverized into white sparkly angel dust. Another angel had a stiff erection. He softly glided his penis across the front of her body. She kissed the tip of his penis before he rolled away into a summersault.

She opened her eyes. The hallucination was gone. She was back in the bush with the black mailing woman. Riley felt her pussy wet and her nipples stiff. The second time of the drug was even more intense than the first time. The horniness was so intense that she found enjoyment in being humiliated. She wanted to feel Zorg again and come right in front of that woman. Then, she hoped the woman would expose herself and kiss her.

"I want to see that dog licking your pussy again."

"He is not a dog. He is a vacuum cleaner."

"I told you no talking back, you dog fucker."

Riley rolled onto her back. She put her feet up with the knees high. She guided Zorg's head to his pussy. He started licking right away. His slippery and large tongue went across everything. He got her butt cheeks, her clit, her vagina, her belly. Riley moaned. She played with her nipples. Her back arched in waves of pleasures.

"Hey, don't you think it is unfair? You get all the fun and your vacuum does all the work? Lick his penis to get him hard. Yeah, you heard me!"

Riley rolled over. She crawled over the uneven hard packed dirt ground to get a hold of Zorg. She rolled him over on his back. Her hands reached between his hind legs. She collected the penis. It was red, small, and flabby. It was rather uneven. She felt a moment of revulsion. She overcame the moment and leaned forward. Her tongue preceded her mouth.

"Stop, if you are going to serve the dog, serve him right. Don't make him present his penis. You go after his penis. Let him stand however he wants. And, you get your mouth to his penis."

The hand that pinned Zorg down let him get up. Zorg rolled over and made side step. Riley rolled on her back. She followed Zorg and burrowed her head under his belly. The penis was small and tasted soapy. She could fit the whole thing in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the penis. The thing grew, pulsated, and moved as it unfolded.

"When you have it hard, get on your hands and knees. Then, have him fuck you from behind."

Riley pressed her tongue into Zorg's penis to test its hardness. The penis was gorged and hard. Zorg had already tried humping her face. He was ready. Riley let go off his penis. She rolled over. Zorg knew his job. He jumped on her back with his torso. His front paws hugged Riley at the side at the level of her beautifully hanging boobs. He struggled to reach her wet sex with his penis. Riley had to lean a bit forward to lower her butt. Even then, he was poking rapidly into the air with his poker. Riley had to reach between her legs and guide his penis inside of her.

For a moment, repulsion came over Riley. Yet, his jackhammer piece and the lust from the drug quickly took her mind back to focus on the pleasure, like a greedy tycoon shakes off the thought of killing millions of people by focusing on his bank account. Zorg worked up a steam panting into her neck. His instincts took over and he was biting her neck as dogs do in heat. Yet, the rubbery teeth and jaw made it feel soft and like play even for a human.

Riley knew that dogs were quick to start fucking and quick to be done. So, she reached her clitoris and vigorously rubbed it to keep up with Zorg. Riley came violently. Zorg came nonchalantly. He was ready to walk away. Yet, his penis had engorged even more at the tip, as dog penises do. So, his penis was stuck like a cork to keep the semen inside a bit longer. Zorg got on his four legs and tried to walk away. Yet, his penis was stuck. The penis pulled on Riley's sensitive sex. Riley jumped a bit to move towards Zorg to ease the tension.

"Very nice, obedient little slut."

A minute later, Zorg had lost his erection and slipped out of Riley. Riley could feel the cum dripping out of her.

"Stay on your hands and knees. Move your butt closer to me. We want to get the cum running out of you and down your thighs on camera. So, if you get pregnant from this, will your baby be a werewolf vacuum cleaner?"

Riley slowly crawled backwards. She felt the cum dripping out of her. She felt the spurs of cum running down the inside of her thighs to the ground.

"Oh, by the way, yesterday, we forgot the cap on the video camera. The whole video was black. So, you really did all of this for nothing. However, now we have a much better tape. Tomorrow, we will leave you notes at work of little tasks that we want you to perform. Oh, and we keep your clothes. Good luck getting home."

With the drug and lust wearing off, Riley felt disgusted and ashamed naked in a pool of cum and the memory of getting very nasty. She collected herself. Her head peaked outside bush with her body still covered by the leaves. Nobody was around. The closed cover was a low white wall around the lawn of the first house.

She checked again for people around. Then, she darted out of the bush. She sprinted to that wall. Her boobs were flopping up and down. Her naked young butt cheeks were twitching with each snap. Her long bare legs were flying. Zorg was galloping behind her. She threw her naked body down on the grass behind the fence. Her face burred into the grass, she rested motionless. Her heart was pounding heart. She worried about being seeing naked. The air softly caressed over her naked butt.

She ordered Zorg to go home and stop running around her, while drawing attention. The grass itched her belly. She peaked over the wall to find her next hiding spot on the way home. None of the other houses had walls. The only cover in between the safety of her home and the current wall was a fallen over fake paper recycling trash can. It was mostly empty with a few scraps of paper left over.

She made a swift pushup and ran down the street. Her strides hit the pavement hard. They made her cheeks tremble with each step. She ran butt naked across the street, where someone could step out of a house at any time. She launched with her legs first into the dumpster. It was a green plastic dumpster, slightly smelly. Her breast was resting on an old newspaper. The print had rubbed off onto her rosy nipple to turn it gray.

Half of a torn porn magazine stuck to the wall of the trash can. White dots covered the photo in the paper. Cum had dried there and stuck to the opposite side of the page. When the page was opened again, the cum drops had ripped it. A black cheerleader was sprawled on her belly saying in a cartoon bubble: "I got my ass torn by a big white dick." A second wave of horniness overcame Riley. The visual stimulation had sent the drug rolling threw her system again. She imagined a real human dick in her ass. Perhaps, her boss Mr. Peters had a dirty fantasy at home, where he dreamed about fucking her ass.

In reality, she had never had anal sex. However, the drug was ravaging her again. She imagined how degrading and powerless it would feel to be fucked in the pooper. Somehow being hidden in a trash can started turning her on. She pulled the lid closed to prepare to hide for a bit longer. She wondered if Toad would volunteer to fuck her in the ass. He had been so horny that day.

She flipped the pages in the porn mag to find the white guy that had fucked the girl. The guy was dressed in a police uniform. His cartoon bubble said that he had to cavity search the girl. The final page of the photo shoot showed a double page close up of her pussy and his penis disappearing in her ebony ass. Her anal sphincter was a dark black ring around the white penis. The page was well worn and doted with white ripped spots. A man must have been using the page to self pleasure himself often.

She rolled up the magazine half with the page facing up. She put the smooth side of the porn magazine roll against her vagina in between her lips. She started pulling the magazine up and down to rub her pubes against it. She wanted to feel a connection to that wanking man. Her moist sex moistened the magazine. The fake paper loosened. Little pieces rolled themselves into tiny sausages that now covered her vagina and inner thighs. She though, "oh fuck, I am covered in dog cum, porn magazine pieces with stale old bachelor cum inside of a trash can."

Riley erupted into an intense orgasm that triggered a chain reaction through her body: her sex spasmed. Her clit pulsated. Her nipples radiated lust. The smell in the trash can overwhelmed her with a dirty turn on. She eased and relaxed into the discarded fake paper. Finally, the drug had worn off.

After a minute to get her head back into the game, she peaked outside. The street was still empty. She made it for a last dash, where she put every last fiber into running faster. She burst through the door. Her heart pounded in fear that her parents may have already come home. She rushed into the bathroom. A worst case would be to surprise her dad taking a dump with her current appearance. The bathroom was empty. She went in the shower. She cleaned herself for an hour or so.

She ate a hearty dinner to console her nerves and went straight for bed. The darkness and blackout that shutting her eyes provided was exactly what she wanted. She fell into a deep slumber soon. A dream immersed. She focused to figure out where she was despite the haziness of the early dream.

There was a public plaza as many European cities have frequently. A mostly empty pedestrian space had a few beautifications. It was a simple plaza, not one of the world famous ones. There was a little fountain with a statue. A little tree grew in a corner inside a metal cage to protect it from vandalism. Numerous chairs and metal tables were laid out in a rectangular pattern. A cafeteria served people lunches on trays.

Riley picked a table to put her tray down. Her saliva taste and fluidity changed to prepare for the meal. She unrolled the utensils from the wrapped around white napkin. Behind her a heavy middle aged man was already half way into his meal. A child interrupted the man. The child begged to get his whole meal for a contribution. At first the man ignored the child. Then, the child became obnoxious in its plea and the man barked loudly at the child to leave.

Riley's integrity tucked on her heart to act. So, Riley turned around. First, she admonished the man for terrifying the child of a stranger. Second, she turned to the child to explain that its insistence had been too much and the demand for the food of the man had been too much. A reasonable plea in a first world country would have been either for a little change or the left over of his food. This was not a third world country, were bands of children would kill for a single fry.

Yet, Riley could not even get half through her explanation, because a man and a woman grabbed one of her arms each. They pulled her to the side. It dawned on Riley that this was a setup by the arch evil. The arch evil had hired a crew of regular criminals to herd the pedestrians of the circle into one spot. On that one spot, he would aim a canyon that would beam all the people into his secret prison in rugged desolate mountains far away.

Riley struggled to prevent the coup or at least save herself. She immediately got her cell phone to dial 911. Yet, the man holding her arm managed to make her finger slip. So, she may have dialed an extra number. Regardless, she tried to yell for help and hoped that the 911 operator would hear it and send the police. In a dream, our real body is paralyzed to avoid thrashing around. Riley panicked so much that she was trying to scream with her real lungs. Yet, those lungs and voice box were paralyzed. So, she failed to scream in her dream. She only struggled more.

Realizing her voice failing, Riley took the utensil knife from the food tray. She attempted to cut the man's skin. Yet, the knife was so dull that it drew no blood at all. Riley still tried to at least struggle so hard with her assailers that she would pull them off the square and out of the cross hair of the beaming canon. All the struggle failed as the canyon was fired. Riley saw blue plasma around her. And, then the sequence of numbers appeared again: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..."

Awake, sweat covered Riley's body. Her muscles felt sore. She got up to clear away the trauma by drinking two large glasses of water. It was still dark outside. She went back to sleep, hoping for a better dream or no dream at all.