****** Marty's Choice by Dave Stewart ******
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Marty's Choice


Marty didn't recall how it had all began; he only knew that he had lost all
track of time and that his hands and feet had grown numb. It was uncomfortably
hot, and his vision was blurred by his own sweat as it trickled down his
forehead leaving glistening trails behind them. He was naked and helpless,
exposed and defenseless, and keenly aware of the distant screams he could
barely hear. She floated down the stone stairwell just ahead of where he was
bound, gleaming with attitude and purpose, and walked over to him with a
devilishly warm smile.

"Hi Marty," she spoke with authority in a deep, sultry voice. "You're mine now,
you know." She smiled and smirked as she grasped his wrinkled hairless sack
that was pulled tight against his abdomen. "I see your two little jewels are
trying to hibernate from the heat!"

"Where's the damn thermostat," he muttered, avoiding her piercing gaze to focus
on the two firm mounds that tented her dark robe away from her chest.

"Oh, silly little man, you won't find one down here," she retorted
sarcastically as her hand moved from the firm ball sack to his flaccid meat,
flicking the sweat from the tip with a casual motion; "I don't want you to get
too cold, it might make your meat shrink!"

Marty swallowed dryly; he felt as if the sand of the Sahara had invaded his
throat. Although he tried to shift his weight in the shackles that so
effectively suspended and immobilized his extremities, he only found himself
frustrated and further weakened.

"Where do I begin," she purred as her nails caressed the underside of his
manhood. "Should I tear this limp excuse of masculinity away and feed it to the
rats, or should is just shred it with my nails and watch your life drip away
slowly?"

"Don't be touching me now," Marty warned, "That's mine!"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," she returned quickly, "I have full emasculating rights
complements of your loving wife!"

"What?"

"Here's the contract; signed in her own blood;" she chided as she produced a
tattered parchment from beneath her robe and flashed it to his face with a
devilish grin. "I had a long talk with your Anne the other day, and she truly
is disgusted with your, well, shall we say, ongoing attempts at extramarital
relationships. Of course, I neglected to tell her that you are a total failure
in the Casanova department, but rather I sympathized with the poor little dear
and gave her an opportunity to start again with the money that you thought was
so securely hidden away from her." She snickered and yanked his flaccid organ
firmly.

"Ouch, shit, now hold on just a minute you little twit; what right do you
have...."

"Every right in your world ... you see, she called me personally!"

"Well, just who in the hell do you think you are?" Marty hissed.

"I'm the princess of this world," she retorted assertively, "And I demand
respect from all my subjects including worthless beings as yourself." She
grasped his man meat again, pulling it upwards sharply to emphasize her point,
and then began to message the head that was gradually becoming firm from her
insensitive attention. His gonads had descended and were now ripe for the
picking she noted as she forcefully massaged his sensitive flesh.

"Oh common now, whoever you are, this charade has gone far enough! Just let me
go, and I'll forget all about this incident..."

She slapped him fully along the side of his face with the back of her hand as
her eyes seem to glow with fire. "Don't patronize me, little man!" She spoke
now with a voice a full three octaves lower than she had used earlier. "I see
you are having problems accepting my authority so I think a little
demonstration is in order." With that, the room glowed brightly and was
instantly filled with sexless humans being tortured and consumed by searing
flames. The flames began to lick at his legs and torso, as the smell of burnt
flesh filled his nostrils. He screamed in terror and closed his eyes tightly,
trying to forget the sight he had just beheld.

When his tortured breath finally returned, he once again gazed at the robed
vision standing in front of him. "You can't be the devil," he whispered
hoarsely, "The devil isn't a..."

"Chauvinist," she spat back at him, "Why do you think I started the feminist
movement in the first place - you men have proven that you don't have the
backbone to do anything ever since I first spoke with Eve. I finally gave up on
your type to support the most selfishly vindictive genus of the species and am
thus far quite pleased with the results. Within a generation they will control
your world and I'll possess all the souls I could ever ask for!"

"What a crock of bull," Marty retorted, "You need women to succeed where you
couldn't and now you're trying to convince me of your sincerity when we both
know damn well that the figures that made the most profound impact on this
world have always been men.

"Silence!" She screamed with the voice of a thousand warlocks that shook the
very foundations of the dungeon. "Dare not toy with me, little man; I hold your
immortal soul in the palm of my hand." She extended her hand and he beheld a
small glowing object that floated just above the delicate palm of her hand.

"Look princess or whatever you call yourself, you've obviously got my by the
balls so why don't you just get on with it and let me spend my eternity without
your bullshit," asserted Marty as his gaze lowered to his still erect manhood.
Her velvety hands had suddenly changed into large and grotesque claws and the
graceful glowing figure was now a fanged horned creature that stood over eight
foot tall. Its hideous gaze snatched his breath away and he braced himself for
inevitable.

"Your willingness to continually challenge my authority in this world is most
refreshing - I think I'll have mercy on your meaningless soul purely for my
personal entertainment."

"Should I be overwhelmed?" quipped Marty through clenched teeth.

"Oh indeed," returned his captor, "Let me think of something special."

"I've got an idea - why don't you get a life?" taunted Marty as he began to
gain confidence.

"I've got a better idea; why don't I give you one," and with a devilish laugh
that would shake the even most stoic heart, the creature disappeared in a cloud
of smoke and Marty's world went black.

Marty awoke to a burning sun. His body smarted from overexposure and he was
totally naked. In the distance he could hear the faint whine of a turbine
engine but could only see the stark and barren mountains in the distance. The
air seemed strangely oppressive as he reflected upon the startling series of
events that had brought him into the middle of this desert landscape.

"Stop - don't move," a stern but definitely female voice from above boomed
across the desert, echoing from the distant hills in a low pitched rumble.

Marty froze and quickly assessed his options. Escape wasn't particularly
attractive when he imagined himself fleeing on foot in the hot sand. Perhaps he
could coerce them into being merciful, he thought as he slowly laid his head
back down and awaited his fate. Within moments, several forms were standing
over him, pointing slim weapons unlike any he had ever seen at his chest. At
first they were silent, but when a fourth figure with several gold chains
dangling around her neck appeared, they began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Wow, he is definitely a mutant," said goldilocks as she poked her weapon into
his genitals making him wince; "Let's get him to the Doc for some genetic
analysis."

"Now hold on just a minute..." protested Marty.

A crushing blow to the side of his face stunned him and he fell silent as he
felt their strong arms hoisted him up and carry him to a small van shaped
object that hovered just above the desert floor. Inside it was dimly lit with a
light blue glow, and he could barely make out his captors as they stripped away
their outer garments to reveal truly stunning muscular but definitely feminine
figures. Within moments, the motor hummed to life and he felt the craft pick up
speed at an alarming rate. Again he tried to speak, but before he could utter a
syllable, a strong fist silenced him and he descended into a disquieting
darkness.

Marty awoke in a brightly lit room, bound to a comfortable pedestal that
supported his head and extremities perfectly. Movement was impossible he
quickly learned, but his skin no longer burned and his vision was substantially
more clear. A gentle face framed with deliciously shiny brown hair leaned over
him, and dabbed a sweet smelling balm on his cheeks.

"I've just taken a blood and semen sample and will soon know your origins. For
an outsider, you survived surprisingly well; your ancestral line must predate
the calamity era of the early 2K millennium. Needless to say, the pendulous
appendage between your legs will have to go, yet with a thorough indoctrination
I see no reason why you can't be assimilated into our marvelous society!" She
turned and walked over to freestanding console at the edge of the room. The
only doorway was being guarded by two scantily dressed females who never
wavered from their disciplined stance.

Marty tried to protest, but he could only utter meaningless sounds around the
gag that had been forced into his mouth. Something was not right here, and he
tried to get eye contact with of the guards by staring at them, hoping they
would somehow acknowledge his desire to communicate. Within just a few brief
moments, the shapely doctor returned and began to study his manhood intently,
studying the subtle changes that became apparent as it began to swell with her
gentle touch. Her eyes were aglow with anticipation as she stroked the shaft
more fervently bringing him ever closer towards his own orgasm. She lowered her
mouth onto his throbbing glans and began giving him the best blow-job he ever
had. Just as he felt his warm seed erupting deep within his groin, a piercing
voice from the door shattered the intensity of the moment. She leapt back
quickly as his seed dribbled from the tip of his rapidly shriveling masculinity
in a muted testimonial to her previous efforts.

"Step away from the savage."

"Your highness, I was merely procuring another semen sample to confirm..."

"One should be more than adequate, doctor; let's not risk contaminating our
environment any further."

A pristine face of emotionless beauty slowly appeared in Marty's field of
vision. Her dark piercing eyes contrasted sharply with her full red lips and
her pale white complexion. Full firm breasts jutted sharply forward against the
semi-transparent glistening fabric that barely covered her flawless skin, and
her pubis was cleanly shaven. She glared into Marty's face as he tried to
manage a convincing smile around the ball in his mouth.

"He is nicely endowed; nullify and implant him with an anonymous tracer chip as
a sewer cleaner. Convert his severed genitals into a personal stimulation
device for my use and destroy any records you have of his capture and existence
doctor - any questions?" With nary a chance to respond, the heartless queen
turned briskly and strode out of the laboratory.

Marty's fate was sealed, and he felt the sweat accumulating on his forehead as
his breathing became labored and shallow. The doctor approached him slowly, and
caressed his chest and torso sadly. Deftly she removed the gag and massaged the
muscles of his jaw as she spoke.

"She hates men and considers them the blight of humankind," the doctor began,
"And anyone who opposes her is either reassigned to cleaning sewers or
disappears without a trace during the night. Of course she has her reasons, but
there are those of us who still feel men are useful as companions and the
thought of penetration and fertilization by a virile man does have its plus
side."

"Is there any way I can convince her to spare my assets?" Marty asked as he
shuddered at the thought of cleaning sewers for the rest of his life.

"I'm afraid not," replied the doctor as she shook her head. "I could try to
smuggle you back into the desert with the remainder of the unregistered
savages, but my life would be effectively ended and you probably wouldn't
survive much longer than they do." She took a deep breath as she reached for
his flaccid manhood. "Normally I'm required to perform the nullification
without sedation but I'll make an exception in your case," she breathed softly
as she poised a small needle at the base of his penis."

"Wait," Marty cried out startling the guards and making the Doctor wince.
"Let's be rational about this - if you are going to take away my reason for
living, the least you could do is grant me one last request, don't you think?"

"I suppose," she sighed, "What would that be?"

"I want to feel the soft caress of a woman's pussy on my dick one last time."

Without a word, she turned to the guards and waved them outside with a quick
gesture. As they disappeared from the labs confines, so too did her clothing,
and she gracefully climbed astride him and began to grind her hips against his
groin passionately. Within moments, his manhood sprang to it fullness as his
hot blood surged within for the final time. His glans found its way into her
tight warmth without any assistance, and soon he was savoring the most
delicious penile massage he had ever experienced. Her breasts loomed over him,
bouncing playfully with every thrust he now raised his hips to meet. She
enraptured him with lustful lunges that revealed her long unfulfilled desires.
Marty began to drool as he felt his boiling seed race outward from deep within.
His glans swelled in anticipation as his balls slipped within the security of
his pelvis.

His first spurt slammed into her throbbing womb, fertilizing the tiny
unsuspecting egg that clung there despite the force of the enveloping tidal
wave. As the second burst erupted, the doctor withdrew the carefully concealed
scalpel and plunged it into the spasming organ to the hilt, watching his
expression immediately change from ecstasy to agony. The warmth in his groin
was replaced by the burning sensation of severed nerve endings as she continued
carving his now useless genitals free from their birthplace. Soon they would
serve a self-seeking queen, fully preserved with a tiny motor and fluid
reservoir inside designed to perfectly mimic the male orgasmic response. He
faded into darkness, his blank stare seemingly oblivious to the blood spurting
mass where his final erection had risen so magnificently only moments before.

As the haze cleared, Marty found himself sitting in a small cafe with a
steaming cup of coffee in front of him. Directly across from him in the booth
sat his lovely wife Anne and the devil with a sad look etched across her
diabolical face. His hand slid down to his crotch to find he was still intact.

"OK," Marty hissed, "What's going on here?"

"You wife spoke with a higher authority and evoked a little known escape
clause," hissed the devil through clenched teeth. "But I'll be watching and
waiting."

"For what?"

"For poor little Anne to come to her senses."

"I wouldn't get my hopes up!"

"I don't need to," quipped the devil, "I have faith." With that, the delicate
feminine image disappeared leaving Marty alone with his wife.

Annie stared at Marty accusingly for several minutes while he tried to avoid
her gaze. He became increasingly uncomfortable as the minutes clicked by and
finally broke the silence.

"Alright, I'm sorry..."

"No your not - you've always been a liar and a cheat," she retorted, "And maybe
that has helped you get ahead on the job but not in our relationship! So here's
your choice mister, either you come with me tomorrow to have your baby-makers
removed and become my slave, or I contact our mutual acquaintance from down
under. Think it over carefully worm, this is your final chance."

Marty opened his mouth to retort with a quick comeback but then paused upon
viewing the seriousness reflected in Anne's face. She was a witch he thought,
and being her slave would be a continual hell on earth with her continual
bitching and selfishness. But on the world he just left, he'd be cleaning
sewers continually without any sex life either. At least he could have some
peace there!

"Call her back," Marty mumbled.

end

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