http://www.mrdouble.com From pbass19@baste.magibox.net Sat Dec 14 01:49:39 1996 Path: news.uni-c.dk!news-inn.uni-c.dk!news.planetc.com!cpk-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news-lond.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!dialin226.magibox.net!not-for-mail From: Patrick Newsgroups: alt.sex.sleeping-girls Subject: LAWSTIN'S PACE: (1/1) Is sex with sleeping girls so unusual? Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 00:49:39 GMT Lines: 598 Message-ID: <850524579.26163.0@dialin226.magibox.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.2 (Windows; U; 16bit) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii LAWSTIN'S PACE A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story ..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot. Or not. * * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * * This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal. There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here. If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab for your crucifix, please go to church and pray. If not, then this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning old TV shows. "I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file. I laughed. I cried. I'm looking for the video... LAWSTIN'S PACE Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely by accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have anything in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him. Read this in Black and White! "Penny! You bring that back!" Will Robinson glared at his sister, who was on the ladder leading up to the top of the solar silo, teasing him once again. His strawberry hair was tousled, as always, and the rosy glow rising in his cheeks matched the shade quite nicely. Penny climbed a few more rungs. "You'll never get your dumb old book back! I'll tell!" Penny clutched the magazine even tighter and kept climbing. She had gone into her brothers room scant minutes before and had spied the corner of a magazine peeking out from under his mattress. She grabbed it and yanked it out, then held it up to the light. Her eyes widened. It was a thin book, printed in french, with a title of "Le Chat Amour", and right on the cover was a picture of a man with no clothes on, and his... thing was sticking in a cat's mouth. The man looked like he was in pain, either from the cat's teeth or it's claws, which were visibly leaving scratches on the man's stomach and thighs. Penny had never even seen her brothers thing before, much less anybody else's, and she was staring at the book when Will had walked back in. Instantly the chase was on. Will was standing at the foot of the ladder. Penny reached the top of the solar silo and climbed on top, glancing over the top and down at her brother, who was by now pacing back and forth, scared one of the adults would come by. Penny spread the book open and looked at the other pictures. Some were men having sex with small cats, and there were some men that were having sex with big cats. Real big cats. Like tigers and Lions. These men would creep up quietly on a lion who was feasting on a fresh kill, and while the lion was busy with his meal they would rush up and furiously hump the animal until they became bothersome, at which point the Lion would reach around, swat the man, bite his head off, and continue with their meal. Penny was as fascinated by the amount of blood as she was by the sight of so many mens' things' sticking out. She leaned over the edge and called down to her brother. "You're sick!" she cried. "These pictures make me puke!" But it really wasn't feeling sick, she thought. She had this funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she suddenly realized that she was wet between her legs. She didn't think she had to go to the bathroom. The only other time she had felt like this was one time during a meteor storm when Dr. Smith had held her in front of him and the movement of their ship evidently caused him to rub back and forth against her bottom, and after a bit it had felt like he was rubbing a broomstick against her, but they were about to die so she didn't say anything. It itched down there like she need to scratch it or something. Her hand slipped sown and she rubbed her slit through her spandex pants, right where her "feel-good" button was. That's what Judy, her big sister, had called it when Penny had asked her. "When you want to feel good, just rub it." she said as she left with Don, their pilot. She always seemed to be going someplace with him these days. Judy never spent any time with Penny anymore, but penny had discovered her feel-good button, and hadn't really minded. It felt extra good when she looked at the pictures of the mans' things' when she rubbed it. There was one picture where the camera was real close to one, and Penny could see the end of it was swollen and seemed to be dripping something. Her heart was beating real fast now. She started to turn the page. Suddenly, her brother's head popped over the side of the silo. "You dumb old girl!" he said. "Only boys can do that!" Penny was mortified that her brother has seen her rubbing herself. Will sat down beside her. "I don't care if you look at the book, just don't tell Mom and Dad!" Penny looked up at him. "I... I won't. But what are these men doing?" Will eyed his sister for a moment. "Listen, I have more books, would you like to see them?" Penny nodded her head quickly, and they both climbed down the ladder and re-entered the Jupiter II. They walked in Wills' room and he shut the divider behind him. He walked over to a hatch marked "NEVER OPEN. RADIATION DEATH CERTAIN!" and opened it, reached inside, and pulled out a stack of old magazines. Some were torn, some seemed to have pages stuck together. Penny picked up one which had fallen close to her. On the cover was the title "Lolita Schooltime", and the picture had a very stern looking man in a suit holding a ruler and shaking a finger at a small girl, perhaps nine or ten years old, Penny eyes bugged out. The little girl had her dress pulled up, and she was bent over like the man was going to spank her. Penny could see right between the girls legs up to her privates. Penny could almost see her feel-good button. Inside the magazine there were more pictures. The girl had stood up and the man had unzipped his trousers and the girl had his thing in her mouth. On the next page the man was laying down and the girl was on top of him, and... and... the mans' thing looked like it was up inside the girl! Penny felt weak. Without thinking, her hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing again. Her brother moved and she jumped, reminded he was still in the room. "Don't stop!" he said. "Let me watch!" Penny turned so she could get a better look at her brother, and nearly fell off the chair. He didn't have any pants on, his thing was sticking out, and he was rubbing it up and down real fast! Penny stared like a deer into headlights. "What are you doing?" she finally asked. Her throat has constricted down to a pinpoint. "This is how boys play with themselves!" Will said. "It feels to me like it does for you, when you rub yourself." Penny had started rubbing herself again without realizing it, all the while her eyes locked on the sight of the end of her brother's thing bobbing up and down. She finally tore her gaze away and looked at the next magazine. This one was titled "Watermelon Mama" and the story seemed to be about two farmboys who were out in the field and found two real cute watermelons and they stuck their things inside them, but one of the watermelons was really a space alien in disguise, who proceeded to cut the boys' legs off, and then the boys rolled around on a Red Ant hill, and the last picture was of the boys writhing on the ground grabbing themselves. A truly tremendous amount of blood was shown. The magazine under that was named "MechanoSex 2000" and it featured a girl about Penny's age who took off her clothes and painted herself green, then strapped herself into this great machine that looked like a cross between a trampoline and a concrete mixer. The next page showed the girl as she was ripped to shreds by the police, who had come to save her, and has mistaken her for a green french person. The amount of blood was staggering. Penny thought she could see some form of pattern showing here. She grabbed the next magazine and looked. This one was "Nigger Homo and the KKK" and was apparently about some men who liked to stick their things up some black man's bottom, but apparently this man liked to smoke in bed, because the last photos were of him rolling around on the ground burning like a torch. She thought the other men were kind of stupid, because when they reached for some water to help put this poor man out they had grabbed gasoline by mistake, and now the man was burning brighter than ever. Penny was disappointed there was not a huge amount of blood in this issue, although the sight of the black man's thing burning like a candle made her giggle. Something brushed her cheek, and when she twirled her head to the left she saw her brother's thing not one inch from her face! The end of it was swollen and shiny, and he was squeezing the shaft like it was a pump or something. She could smell a funny odor, like when she would crawl in bed with Mom and Dad on sundays. Will leered at her. "Suck my dick!" he said. He rubbed the end of his penis against his sisters lips. Penny was unsure she should, but the itching between her legs had jumped when her brother rubbed his thing against her. She opened her lips slightly, and the taste of man flowed across her tongue for the first time. Her eyes started to glaze over, and her mouth opened a bit more. Her brother slid his penis in deeper, and when the head was in her mouth she wrapped her lips around it and started sucking eagerly. She enjoyed this. She moved her head back and forth three or four times, enjoying the feeling of the end of her brother's thing hitting the back of her throat. Her brother groaned once or twice, and suddenly her mouth was full of something warm and gooey. Her brother pulled his thing out, and the last two shots of sperm hit his sister's face and started to drip down. Because her brother's thing had been in her mouth, she swallowed most of whatever it was, and some spilled over her lips and dripped off her chin. "What's that?" she asked. "That's my sperm" Will replied. "I just started shooting it out last month. You'll need to get a mouthful every night from now on." Penny though about this, and decided she might like getting it. The taste was halfway salty and... mannish. The smell seemed to be very familiar, like she had smelled it many times before, but she couldn't just place where. She decided she liked to taste men. Her brother's thing had started to droop down, and she reached up and held onto it for the first time. Instantly it was hard and stiff again. "Wow! That's neat" Penny exclaimed. "How do you make it do that?" She started moving her hand up and down like she had seen her brother doing minutes before. Just then they heard the outer hatch to the Jupiter II slide open, and the sounds of the adults echoed through the upper level as they returned from the days' vegetable hunt. "Get dressed, and DON'T TELL!" Will hissed at his sister, who was busy wiping her face off on the sheet. They both dressed in five seconds and were on their way up to the upper deck. John Robinson called they entire group together at dinnertime that evening, and stood to make perhaps the most important speech he could on this aborted voyage to Alpha Centauri. "As you know," he began, "we crash landed on this planet two years ago, and in all that time, we haven't found anything to eat except for some things that look like potatoes that grow underwater. Testing has since showed little, if any, food value in them. In the meantime we've been living off our ships' stores, and that brings me to why I called you all here tonight." "What is it?" Dr. Smith demanded. "Another so-called ration scheme? When will you learn my delicate constitution won't allow it! Indeed!" Dr. Smith swiveled in his chair and faced the other direction. "I won't have anything to do with this!" Maureen Robinson spoke up. "Now, Dr. Smith, I'm sure it isn't as bad as all that. Is it, John?" She looked apprehensively at her loving husband of 21 years, who stared grimly back at her. "I'm afraid it is, Maureen." John Robinson looked at each of them in turn. "We only have enough food left to last two weeks. Then it's all gone." "Two weeks!" Dr. Smith screeched. "Why, I'll lose weight! I'll get thin and weak! You're doing this because you think I'm terrible, aren't you?" Don, the pilot, ignored him. "What do you think we should do, John? What are the alternatives?" "Unfortunately, there are none. We've scoured the planet for food, and found nothing. Nothing with even two percent plant fiber. These weird plants all seem to incorporate asbestos in their structure, evidently so they can survive when this planet swings close to the sun." John Robinson sighed. "Of course, that's two weeks of food for seven people. It would last seventeen years if we dumped Dr. Smith." "What!" another screech filled the air. "How dare you suggest I eat too much!" Dr. Smith let out a long burp, which happily muffled an equally voluminous amount of gas expelled from his anus. "And don't go thinking I've been eating today! I've barely had enough to keep me alive!" Behind him, the Robot rolled to a stop. "Warning! Warning! Sensors indicate a large volume of methane gas has been emitted by Dr. Smith! Onions, too!" Everyone at the table scattered like vietnamese from work, leaving poor Dr, Smith sitting there looking forlorn. Later that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Penny lit her flashlight and examined some more of the magazines her brother had given her. One was a magazine named "Mr Bo Peep" and it seemed to be about this nice looking young man who was a sheepherder, but three pages back he had his pants off and was sticking his thing inside one of the sheep! Penny had never even imagined something like that could happen! Penny slipped her hand inside her panties and started rubbing her feel good button. It was really sensitive tonight. The next magazine was a story about this man who was giving two young girls a ride in his car. They were maybe eight or nine each, and had on pretty dresses and had ribbons in their hair. One of the girls had pigtails. Then the pictures showed they had stopped, and there was a picture of the man peeing while one girl watched and the other held his thing! Penny had never seen this. She stared at the picture and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a hose on her that she could pee through. Absently, her finger moved a bit faster over her slit. She slipped her panties off. The next picture had the two girls taking their clothes off, and the picture after that showed the man laying on the ground, and the two little girls were squatting over him, and they were peeing right on him! Penny though this was wild! On the next page it showed the man had his mouth pressed up between one of the girl's legs, while they other one had his thing in her mouth and was sucking on it. Penny thought about earlier in the afternoon, when she had sucked on her brothers' thing, and he had shot his sperm stuff in her mouth. Her hand was moving so that her fingers were dipping into her vaginal opening now. She had discovered by herself how good it felt when she started to push things up inside herself. Suddenly, the covers were flipped back, and when Pennys' head jerked up she was looking right in her Fathers' face. Her heart stopped beating for three seconds. John Robinson stared down at his ten year old daughter, lying naked on her bed with apparently pornographic magazines in one hand, and the fingers of her other hand pushed up between her legs. There was a look on her face that was some place between glaze and fear. He stared at the buds of her breasts, barely more than puffy nipples, and as his daughter removed her hand he looked at the barely there wisp of hair beginning to draw a line above the top of her slit. Seconds passed. He felt his penis start to crawl around in his tight spandex pants. His throat was tight. "Penny..." he finally managed to croak. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I thought you were asleep, and just came to tuck you in." Which wasn't really the truth, but close to it. Ever since Penny had been very young, her father had paid close attention to her sleeping habits. Unlike him, Penny seemed to be able to fall asleep quickly, and over the years John Robinson had determined that about 45 minutes after his daughter fell asleep, she entered her first REM sleep period, when Penny started to dream. She would dream for about 15 minutes, then go through a cycle of progressively lighter sleep for thirty minutes, rest easily for a while, then fall back down into REM sleep about 90 minutes later. From his studies in college he knew that during REM sleep a person is effectively paralyzed, to keep them from acting out their dreams. Some people were faulty at this, and sleepwalked, but Penny didn't. Experience had shown him that when Penny was in lighter stages of sleep, if he tucked her in, or moved one of her arms or legs back onto the bed she would resist slightly, and fidget around, but during REM sleep her limbs were completely relaxed, and she could be picked up and moved to another room, or from the couch to her bed, if the occasion arose, and she would never know it. One evening about three years ago she had fallen asleep on the couch after watching a movie, and when he had picked her up to take her to her bed he noticed she was in her REM sleep, and was completely relaxed. As he laid her down on her bed, one of her hands and come to rest up against the front of his trousers, and he was struck with a thought. Quietly, with his heart starting to beat a bit faster, he unzipped his trousers, pulled his penis out, and very gently placed it in the outstretched hand lying palm up right in front of him. He wrapped his daughter's fingers around the shaft of his rapidly stiffening penis and slowly moved his hand up and down, using her hand to masturbate with. A few seconds later he was starting to leak, and the slippery semen coated the end of his shaft, and coated his daughters fingers. The rippling effect of her fingers rubbing over the ridge of his penis soon overcame him, and John Robinson had one of the more astounding orgasms of his life. His sperm shot out of the end of his penis, sailed in a graceful arc and landed on his daughters belly. The next three shots more dribbled out, and soon his daughters hand was covered with his sperm. She never even twitched. His legs were shaking, and he covered her and left the room. Since then he had visited his daughter many times in the night. He had come to learn that during her REM sleep he could almost tie her up and do whatever he wanted, but he was always afraid she would wake up and realize what he was doing. John Robinson stared down at his daughters body once again. That was why he had come in here. He and Don had stayed up late drinking that moonshine they made from old socks and stuff, and when Don had passed out John had started thinking about giving his daughter another facefull of sperm. When he had entered the room he saw her covers pulled all the way up, and he had, naturally, pulled them down. Her father lurched out of the darkened room, sliding the partition shut behind him. She barely took a breath. Her father has caught her, naked, doing some of the nastiest things in the world, and had APOLOGIZED and walked away! In her mind she kept replaying the sight of watching the front of her father's pants move while he looked at her. She had never seen her father naked, but she was sure he had a thing, too, and from the looks of it, it was a lot bigger than her brothers'. Her fingers started moving on their own again. She lay back in the dark, thinking about seeing her father naked. She started rubbing over her feel good button, then in her vagina twice, then over, then in, faster and faster. It felt like she was going to bust right open. She rubbed faster and harder, and then a hot glow seemed to start between her legs and spread over her belly and legs, and her vagina started twitching and her pink little asshole started squeezing open and shut, open and shut, and the nerves all up and down her body stood up and started doing a hula dance! Slowly her eyes focused again. It was much later, and her heart rate had slowed back down to something more or less normal. She lay in the dark and thought about this wonderful new thing she had learned to do. She also idly wondered what Dons' thing looked like. The next day Don was missing. He and Dr. Smith had gone out to investigate whether there was a Disco on the other side of the ridge, and of course Dr. Smith had returned early, claiming he had overexerted himself and had to perform a bowel movement shortly after they left, and Don had proceeded on further. When he had not returned by nightfall, John Robinson went out in the chariot driving around in the howling wind looking for him. He was back before dawn, holding the pack Don had taken along. "I found this..." he started, "and a condom draped like a flag on a stick in the sand near the top of the highest ridge. There was blood on it." Everyone in the room shifted in their seat. "I followed the footprints as far as I could, but the sand storm erased them before I had gone twenty clicks. Dr. Smith, what was the last thing he said. Did he tell you where he was going?" "Me?" Dr. Smith purred like a cat full of birds. "I returned to empty my bowels." His eyes slid back and forth like a snake. "He said he was determined to find the Disco so he could 'Boogie with black chicks', but I turned around and came back." Judy sobbed and backed away. "No! He wouldn't do that! Not after what we've meant to each other!" She threw herself into her mothers' arms and cried uncontrollably. "Oh, Mother! What will I do? He always talked about brown sugar. I hate being white!" John Robinson stood up and took control. "We have a week of food left. Tomorrow, Judy and Dr. Smith will go out looking for Don." They ate their dinner in silence. Each one had a slice of vegetable protein and about a liter of water. Penny was already starting to lose weight. She really didn't mind, but her sister Judy was complaining that she was losing weight too fast, and now she was wailing about her stupid old boyfriend who had run off. Maureen Robinson was losing weight also, but grimly kept her mouth shut. After dinner Penny was on the upper deck talking with her mother when Will came up the elevator, dashed across the room and out the front hatch. Penny watched him through the window until he disappeared over the hill by the potassium lake. He was carrying something, and now her curiosity was alerted. It looked like one of his magazines! She made a feeble excuse to her mother than she needed to go out, and when outside followed the trail which led around to the southern side of the lake, instead of taking the same route Will had. She was there in 10 minutes, and walked slowly through the scratchy plants until she was close to the lakes' edge. She heard a sound about twenty feet away, and she peered around some rocks slowly, trying to see where Will was. She climbed over two more rocks, and then she saw him. He was sitting on a low rock, with his pants around his ankles, and he was rubbing his thing up and down again! The magazine was on the ground in front of him, opened to a section full of pictures. Penny thought this was great! She watched him for about ten minutes. First he would rub slow, then fast, then he would switch hands. Penny started to rub herself again. She was already wet. Sometimes he would use both hands, sometimes he just sat there for a minute with his thing sticking up like a flagpole or something. This made her giggle, and Will heard her. "Hey!" he cried out! "You stupid old girl! Come here!" He was standing now. He kicked his pants off, and his thing was pointed right at her while she walked slowly over to him. "You better not tell, or I'll tell on you!" "Oh, don't be silly!" Penny replied. her eyes were glued to the sight of his thing bobbing and waving at her. "I won't tell. I want to help!" Will looked at her. "Help me? If you want to help, then take your clothes off!" Penny hesitated at this. She thought about laying in the bed naked in front of her father, like she did last night. Will started to grin as Penny pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down. She stepped out of the one piece suit, and stood there dressed in her favorite white bra and panties. "Now your bra!" her brother said, and she reached behind her and unsnapped it. It fell loosely in front of her, and her brother started to stroke his thing even faster. Her breasts were little more than swollen nipples, but there was a distinct curve underneath. She slipped her panties down around her ankles, and kicked them off with her left foot. She was naked in front of her brother. She walked over to him slowly and stood close to him while he moved his hand up and down. "Let me do that for you." Penny said, and her brother grinned and let her hold his thing in her hand. She kneeled down and started moving it up and down, and soon he started leaking, and the head of his thing got real slippery. She coated her hand and used it on the whole shaft. Everything was slippery now. With her other hand she started slipping a finger up inside herself as far as she could. She was only able to get it in about an inch or so before she felt something blocking the way, but an inch was fine. It felt great. Will pulled her head closer to the end of his dick. "You know what I want you to do." he grinned, and Penny stared at his penis for a moment before she started licking the end of it. Soon it was in her mouth, and Will was moving his hips back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. Penny had learned to wrap her lips around it and suck hard. After a few minutes Will started grunting again, and Penny felt his dick swell and get very hard, and she pulled it out of her mouth just as he started shooting his sperm out, allowing one shot to slip between her lips, and the rest to splash across her nose and chin. She savored and swallowed, and looked at her brother, who was smiling very big at her. "Did I do okay?" she asked, smiling to herself inside. "Did you like it?" Will wiped his spermy dick off on his sisters' face. "That was great, but you still need to practice a lot more." Penny didn't mind, She was interested in all the new sensations she had discovered in the past week. She picked up the magazine that had been lying at her brother's feet. The title was "The Real Holocaust" and the story was about these evil men called jews who wore little hats with the Star of David on them, and they made some other evil men called nazis who wore black uniforms with broken crosses on them to lick the butts of small golden haired girls and boys and eat their poop. Then there was a story about how Pol Pot killed thirteen million Cambodians, and Penny wondered why the alleged death of six million jews was more important than the alleged death of thirteen million Cambodians. She figured it was because there were so few Cambodian millionaires living in the US who had production control over the editorial content of the various news oorganizations. She had learned in school how an insanely small group of rich people could control the public opinion of millions of (sheep?) by rewriting history to their own specifications, and repeating their lies over and over. "Just like that Bob Dole freak." she thought. He was that guy who everyone says used to masturbate so much he wore out his right arm. Penny was disappointed there was no blood at all in this issue, except for the last page which had an article about a man in Tennessee who had sex with road kill. Penny thought the pictures of the man sticking his thing into what looked like bloody hamburger with a rib cage was funny, and she wondered why none of the cars on the road stopped to help. ..end of part one... From pbass19@baste.magibox.net Sat Dec 14 01:50:44 1996 Path: news.uni-c.dk!news-inn.uni-c.dk!news.planetc.com!cpk-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!dialin226.magibox.net!not-for-mail From: Patrick Newsgroups: alt.sex.sleeping-girls Subject: LAWSTIN'S PACE: (2.3) Is sex with sleeping aliens so unusual? Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 00:50:44 GMT Lines: 458 Message-ID: <850524644.26163.1@dialin226.magibox.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.2 (Windows; U; 16bit) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii LAWSTIN'S PACE A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story ..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot. Or not. * * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * * This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal. There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here. If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab for your crucifix, please go to church and pray. If not, then this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning old TV shows. "I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file. I laughed. I cried. I'm looking for the video... LAWSTIN'S PACE Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely by accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have anything in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him. Read this in Black and White! LAWSTIN'S PACE Part Two: Dr. Smith was just staggering back into camp when they returned. "Oh, my heavens! I am in agony!" Dr. Smith crowed to no one in particular. "My feet, they shall never be the same. Oh, the pain... the pain." The robot, as always, rolled into shot right on his cue. "MY SENSORS INDICATE YOU ARE A GOLDBRICKING ASSHOLE, DR SMITH" the robot said. "Don't start that now, you metal monstrosity!" Dr. Smith shrieked. "Be Gone!" The robot rolled away sullenly. Penny ran over to Dr. Smith. "Oh, Dr, Smith, you know you shouldn't hurt the robots' feelings!" she said, tugging at his arm. "How far did you and Judy get anyway?" Dr. Smith looked at her sharply. "Isn't Judy back here? I left her an hour ago! She said she would be right here!" He jumped to his feet. "Oh, woe is me! If anything has happened to that lovely girl I shall... " He glanced at the two young people looking up at him. His eyes narrowed to slits, and his pupils seemed to go almost vertically oval. "...I shall always miss her. Yes." he hissed, and slowly walked over the hatch and entered the Jupiter II. That night at dinner, John Robinson was almost in shock. "Now Judy is missing. First Don, then Judy." he glanced over to his wife. "Did she leave any message?" His wife shook her head. "No, John, but there's something else just as serious. I think she took the last of the food!" "What?" John Robinson spun around. "That's right," his wife continued. "Our cupboards are bare. The replicator is empty. We have no food at all." John Robinson stood grimly at the head of the table. "Tomorrow, Dr. Smith and Maureen will go out looking for Don and Judy, and bring the food back. May heaven help us all." He didn't sit down, but walked over to the solar still and filled a liter bottle with the vile intoxicant he and Don had brewed up. As the nightly cosmic storm blew in, the rest of the family retired to bed while John Robinson sat on the upper deck, slowly draining the whole bottle. Penny was dreaming. She was running through a field full of hamburgers, with french-fry grass, watching bears have sex with men in black uniforms. Then sheep herded these men into a pen and blew them away with machine guns. There was lots of blood. Then she was waving her right hand in the air, like she was trying to get someone's attention, except she had a flagpole in her hand that felt like a sausage. It went up and down, faster and faster. Suddenly, she knew she wasn't asleep anymore, and her hand was still moving up and down. It felt like the sausage was still there, too. She peeked out of one eye and nearly jumped out of bed. Her father was kneeling next to her bed, and his pants were down, and her hand was wrapped around his thing and he was rubbing her hand up and down on it. She hardly dared to breathe. It was so big! Her hand couldn't wrap all the way around it, like she could with her brother. She smelled that stuff he and Don had made on his breath. He was grunting and squirming, and by now was jerking her hand quite violently up and down, then he made a sound like there was another person trapped inside him trying to get out, and Penny felt something warm and wet cover her hand and go plop on her chest. Her father recovered after a minute, then stood slowly, pulled his pants back up and left the room. After he had gone, Penny pulled her hand up to her face and licked her father's sperm off it. It tasted a lot like her brothers' but different in a little way, like he was eating candy or something. Penny though sperm that tasted like candy was a great idea, and she fell asleep again idly rubbing the last of his sperm into her chest and thinking about how big his thing was. The next day Dr. Smith and her mother were gone before she got up. She walked into the eating area dressed in nothing but a large Tee shirt and poked around looking for something, until she remembered they had no food left, and sat down on the acceleration couch. Her father's partition slid open, and John Robinson lurched out of his room holding his head and groaning. He was dressed in just his underwear, and walked over to the sink, where he drank a glass of water and stood with his back to his daughter for a minute. He had not seen her sitting there. She remembered what had happened the previous night, and her little slit began to moisten. She looked over at her father, who had one arm in front of him, and his body seemed to be shaking. "Daddy, what's the matter?" she asked. John Robinson nearly jumped through the ceiling. he spun around. "Penny! I didn't know you were awake!" She didn't answer. The sight of her father had frozen her to the spot. When he turned around Penny could see that her father's thing was swollen and stiff, and the end of it was sticking out the side, where the leg of his underwear curved up. John Robinson followed his daughter's gaze, realized what was going on, and walked slowly over to her. His eyes narrowed. He stood right in front of his daughter, his bulge not two inches away from her face. "Penny, maybe this is a good time to talk with you about the birds and the bees." Penny looked up at her father's face. "What do you mean, Daddy?" "Well, Penny." he began, "you might have noticed by now that boys and girls are built differently. Have you ever seen a naked man?" Penny's heart was beating very fast, her throat was dry, and she managed to croak out "I saw yours last night, daddy". John Robinson considered this for a moment, then slowly pulled his underwear down and stood in front of his daughter. "You saw this?" he asked. Penny's eyes grew as large as basketballs. Her father's penis was twice as large as Will's and his ball things were hanging down like bowling balls in a laundry sack. It was swollen and stiff, sticking out and pointing up from her father's belly. The end of it was purple, and it was starting to leak. John Robinson sat down next to his daughter. "Stand in front of me, darling" he asked. Penny got up and stood in front of him, all the while never taking her eyes off his penis. her father lifted the hem of her Tee shirt a bit and peeked under. "I see you don't have anything on underneath, do you? You're a very nasty little girl, and you must take the Tee shirt off." Penny slipped it over her head. Her father started to run his hands across her hips, and then she felt him reach behind her and grab her bottom. One hand he brought back around to the front, and turned his hand sideways, and slipped it up between his daughter's hips, up until it was pressing against her private parts. He started rubbing her feel-good button! Penny didn't know that men would know about that! She got wet very quickly, and started swaying her own hips. Her father grinned, and directed her to kneel on the floor in front of him. This placed his penis right in front of her face, standing there like a little fireman ready for battle. She reached over and grabbed his penis, causing him to breathe in sharply, and she started moving her hand up and down like he had been doing last night. "So you were awake last night, were you?" he said, his eyes bright. "Did you like what I did?" Penny smiled, and stroked him faster. Oh, she knew what to do! She leaned forward a bit and put the end of her father's penis in her mouth and started sucking on it. Her father seemed, at first, to pass out. he sighed loudly and laid back, and let his ten year old daughter gobble his dick like a pro. It took longer to make her daddy shoot than it did for her brother, but soon her father was groaning like her brother did (she decided she liked the way she could make a boy groan by sucking on his dick) and humping her mouth, when Penny felt his thing swell, and harden, and then her mouth was full of his sperm stuff, and it was salty-sweet like it was last night, and she swallowed what she could, and licked the rest of it off the shaft of her father's penis. "Hell," her father grinned at her. "You could give the damn birds and bees a lesson!" Penny grinned. She liked how her father looked at her, and she enjoyed being the center of attention. Her father's dick started to soften, and Penny remembered that when her brothers dick went soft she was able to make it get hard again by pulling on it, so she started masturbating her father, who decided to allow her, and within minutes her father's penis was stiff and hard again, standing proudly in front of her. "John Robinson pulled at his daughters hand. "Baby, climb up here and straddle my lap." Penny stood up, then got on the couch with one knee on her fathers left and the other on the right. His thing was rubbing up against her cunny now, and they were both slippery. She started rubbing herself against the shaft of his penis, masturbating her feel good button against the end of his thing. "Oh, daddy, this feels great!" she said, and her father smiled. "Now try this, baby", and he stopped her, scrootched down a bit, used his hand to place the end of his thing against her cunny hole, and then looked up at her. "Darling, I want you to sit down slowly on my dick, and let it slide up inside you." Penny thought about the pictures in her brother's magazines. She thought about the pictures of the two little girls in the car with the man, and how his thing seemed to be able to go up inside them. She settled down just a bit, and felt the end of his dick nuzzle the opening to her cunny. She lowered a bit more, and suddenly the head of his thing slipped past her outer lips and right into her. She stayed stock still for a moment, unaccustomed to the feeling of having something stretch the walls of her vagina. He father wiggled a bit, and then suddenly jerked his hips upwards quickly, while he pressed down on her hips. Penny felt two things at the same time. It was almost like the day she had to sneeze, and when she sneezed she farted, also, and this was a lot like that, except for the farting. She felt a little twitch inside her, like a pinch, and almost at the same time felt her father's hot penis slide all the way up inside her. Her brain seemed to explode. The feeling of a dick inside her, of having a man slide his thing in her, made her vagina start to quiver, and she started shaking as her father started sliding his dick in and out. Her father reached down, and with his thumb, started rubbing her feel good button. That did it. Instantly Penny's body was racked with convulsions, and her vagina squeezed like a vise, and her asshole puckered, and she cried out as wave after wave of hot burning pleasure crossed through her body, one after another. Before she knew it, she was on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide, and she felt her father lying on top of her, his hips bucking back and forth. he was grunting like a cold pig in warm mud, and started sliding his pole in faster and faster. His daughter laid there with her legs wrapped around her father's waist, her hands coursing across his back. Her father slowed, then stopped. he looked at his daughter for a second, and then slid his head down and started kissing her nipples. This drove her wild. It was like her nipples were connected directly to her feel good button, and every time he licked them she would vibrate like an osterizer. He continued his trek down her belly, and then in one motion wrapped his arms around her hips to lock them down, and started licking her cunny. Penny let out a long, thin wail. Her mind was spinning. She had never before had someone kiss her there and the sensation was absolutely fantastic. He was actually sticking his tongue up inside her cunny. Wait! Now he was running his fingers around her asshole! She was bewildered what he was up to, but then he sat up and rolled her over on her belly. He pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees, then pushed her head back to the floor, leaving her with her butt stuck up in the air. She felt him move around a bit, then felt the end of his thing slide inside her vagina again. Oooohhh, this was great. Now she enjoyed the feeling of his body slapping against her butt as he pumped her doggie style, and then his thumb was playing with her asshole again. Suddenly her father started sliding his finger up inside her asshole while his dick was in her pussy! At first she was scared, but then feeling of having two things sliding in and out of her at the same time was too much. She whimpered for a bit, wailed for seven seconds and then lost herself in a frenzy of fucking. She was no longer Penny, ten year old astro navagatrix, she was Penny, the slut. Penny, the available fuckhole. Dimly she heard her father grunt, and then felt his hot sperm spraying across her ass. They both collapsed on the floor, her father draped across her back, with his penis lying along the crack of her ass. They must have slept for a while, because they were awakened by the sound of people moving around upstairs. her father dashed back to his room, and Penny returned to hers to dress. When she made it up to the upper deck, Dr. Smith was already back, shaking and crying. "Oh, it was horrible! " he started out. "One moment she was there, the next she was gone!" John Robinson grabbed him by the shoulders. "What do you mean? Where's Maureen? Where's my wife?" Dr. Smith peered at him through swollen eyes. "Oh my dear Professor Robinson. Space Hippies came and took your wife away!" John Robinson staggered back in shock. "You remember the Space Cowboys that came here once?" Dr. Smith continued. "Then the Space Traders, then the Space Motorcycle Gang, then the Space Pirates, then the Space Elevator Operators, then the Space Auto Repairmen, and finally the Space Hippies? Well, they came back and took your wife away. I tried to stop them I did!" Dr. Smith was beside himself. Although he searched for the rest of the day, John Robinson never found a trace of his wife, except for a curious message written in blood on a rock. The message read: "Rock 103 Rules!", which confused him, as there were no more than 23 rocks around there. It was now more than a week after the food had run out. John Robinson sat at the head of the table and took stock of the situation. First, Don the pilot had disappeared while he and Dr. Smith were out alone together. Then, Judy had disappeared while she and Dr. Smith were out alone together. Then his beloved wife had disappeared while she and Dr. Smith were out alone together. His scientific brain instantly saw the pattern developing. All three of the missing people, Don, Judy and his wife, were ALL MISSING!" His mind closed on this like a steel trap. He watched the others who were left at the table. Poor Will, he thought, thinner every day, who would starve to death never having known adulthood. Penny, his favorite, who was already losing weight faster than anybody and seemed to have her hand busy in Will's lap. And of course Dr. Smith, who seemed to be as fat as ever, and even had the gall to sit there picking his teeth and farting. After two weeks without food things were starting to get desperate. John Robinson had lost thirty pounds, and Will was wasting away. Poor Penny, her ribs were showing and the bones of her hips stuck out. Dr. Smith, on the other hand seemed to be in better spirits than ever. If anything, he even seemed to be fatter, which professor Robinson dismissed as simply a trick of his mind in this deluded state. Dr. Smith even offered to search for the missing members of the party again, but insisted John Robinson come along to carry the guns. "I'm deathly afraid of them, you see" he cooed, and John Robinson mustered the last of his strength and trudged off with him over towards the Dune Sea. Will and Penny watched their father and Dr. Smith disappear across the ridgeline. Very faintly they heard shouting, then gunfire, and within minutes Dr. Smith was back in camp, screaming. "Help me, help me, they've taken your father away!" he cried, clutching Penny in front of him and pointing back the way he came. "Where's my father? What happened?" Will asked. "Oh, dear child, it was unspeakable!" Dr. Smith cried. "Agents of Saddam Hussain kidnapped your father and took him away, claiming he was the Mother of all Fathers, or something like that!" "Well, lets go get him!" Will screamed as he started to dash up the trail. "Oh, no." Dr. Smith said as he watched the young lad run away. "You won't be able to find him. Not at all." His eyes narrowed to slits, and he let his gaze sink down to the lovely young girl he held tightly against him. He felt his penis start to stiffen against the pressure of the thin young girl. He rubbed his hips back and forth slowly. He bent down and cooed in her ear. "Now, child, don't be afraid. I'll be here to protect you." Penny heard him, but her attention was now focused on the broomstick Dr. Smith was rubbing against her. Only this time she knew it wasn't a broomstick. She felt herself started to get excited, and she deliberatly started rubbing her bottom against the hard pole pressed against her. Dr, Smith felt her motion, and briefly felt surprise. So young, but she apparently knew what she was doing. "My dear, please don't move like that." he said, pushing her a little bit away. Penny turned and faced him, then let her hand drop and feel the bulge in the front of his pants. "Is this your penis, Dr. Smith?" she asked. "Why is it hard? Would you show it to me if I asked?" Dr. Smith needed no more encouragement. He quickly pulled out his knife and cut her throat from ear to ear. She stood stock still for a second or two, a look of pure surprise on her young face, then her head rolled backwards making the throat cut look like a smile from hell with bright red bubbles, and her body collapsed in front of him. There was a remarkable amount of blood. Dr. Smith quickly cut the body into small chunks, which he carried inside and placed in freezer bags, all neatly labeled. In the back of the shipboard lab was a freezer, and he placed the various parts inside, set neatly next to the parts of her mother, sister, and Don the pilot, who was already halfway eaten. He still had to go get John Robinsons' body and bring it back. Dr. Smith made a few quick calculations, and decided take he could make nearly 100 hamburgers out of Pennys' Legs and arms, and lots of soup from her organs. Heart Pie, Liver-snaps for a treat, and pussy sausage on Sundays. Her titties weren't big enough for Titty-pancakes, and for that he slapped her disembodied face. "You little slut!" he thought. Will was back by sundown. "I couldn't find him anywhere, Dr. Smith." he dropped down on a chair near the elevator. "Hey, what's the matter?" Will looked at Dr. Smith, who was shaking and crying in the corner. "Oh, my dear child!" he began. "It was terrible. Just moments before you came back, there was a knock on the door, and when Penny answered it there were Chinese Communists out there, and I'm afraid they took her away! Oh, what shall we do?" he cowered for a moment, then glanced sideways at Will, to see if he was buying the story. Will hated Communists. "What? them dirty slants took my sister?" he bellowed. "By God, this is getting serious! When the Chinese Communists can come right up to your door a few light years away from earth and take your sister, that's the last straw!" Will paced the floor for a while. Dr. Smith kept his eyes on the young boys frame. He admired how his slim figure rippled under the spandex, and his eyes greedily fell on the young boys bulge between his legs. He could never kill this one. The thought of his penis sliding up the young boys asshole made him feel all weak inside. He decided on a course of action. "What was that?" Dr. Smith shrieked. "There's someone at the door!" of course there wasn't, but it gave Dr. Smith the excuse to leap up, run across the room, grab Will and hold the young boy tightly against him. He moved back and forth, and Will thought he must have broomstick with him. "There's nobody at the door, Dr. Smith, you're just hearing things." Will said to him. "I'll bet it's the hunger. I think I hear things sometimes now, also." Dr. Smith cooed softly. "Of course you're correct, my young friend. You're very smart. but we must not let you starve now. Are you really hungry?" Will spun around and looked at him. "You bet! I could eat anything!" Dr. Smith smiled and his eyes became slits. "You poor boy. Would you like a hamburger?" End of part two From pbass19@baste.magibox.net Sat Dec 14 01:51:41 1996 Path: news.uni-c.dk!news-inn.uni-c.dk!news.planetc.com!cpk-news-feed1.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news-lond.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!dialin226.magibox.net!not-for-mail From: Patrick Newsgroups: alt.sex.sleeping-girls Subject: LAWSTIN'S PACE: (3/3) Is sex with sleeping cannibals so unusual? Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 00:51:41 GMT Lines: 211 Message-ID: <850524701.26163.2@dialin226.magibox.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-NNTP-Posting-Host: dialin226.magibox.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.2 (Windows; U; 16bit) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii LAWSTIN'S PACE A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story ..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot. Or not. * * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * * This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal. There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here. If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab for your crucifix, please go to church and pray. If not, then this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning old TV shows. "I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file. I laughed. I cried. I'm looking for the video... LAWSTIN'S PACE Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely by accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have anything in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him. Read this in Black and White! LAWSTIN'S PACE Part Three: Will's face lit up like a christmas tree. "Boy, would I!" Dr. Smith patted him on the head and headed for the galley. "I've got spleen tartar, too!" but he was already in the other room, and besides, Will was lost in a dream about hamburgers. It had been so long since he had eaten McDonalds, or Burger King, or even White Castle that the mere thought of irradiated bovine flesh set his mouth watering. Suddenly his eyes lit up. What about french fries? Will hopped off the couch and headed for the galley. Dr. Smith wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere downstairs, either. Will confronted the robot. "Robot!" he began, "Where is Dr. Smith?" The robot flashed, and twirled the little thingies on his glass bubble for a while, then answered. "Dr. Smith is not on board the Jupiter II!" Will looked concerned. "Where is he?" The robot stiffened, then twirled around on his center axis, and extended a claw towards the front windows. "There!" he gurgled, "The monster approaches!" Will ran over and looked out the window on the front of the spacecraft. What he saw puzzled him. Dr. Smith seemed to be carrying a large, evidently heavy bag, and yet he was smiling and singing. Will didn't think it was possible for Dr. Smith to work, much less perform hard work, but there he was. Will ran down the ramp from the front door and over to the approaching Dr. Smith. "What'cha got in the bag, Dr. Smith?" Will asked, noticing curious bulges in the sack. "Oh, my dear lad, the most dreadful thing has happened. Evidently, when your father was taken prisoner and forced to admit to being the Mother of all Fathers, or something like that, he commited suicide with a knife. I found his body just over the ridge, and was bringing it back." Will stared dumbfounded at the misshappen sack. "You mean my dad's in that sack?" "Yes, my boy. I'm so sorry." Dr. Smith set the sack down, and it promptly fell over, letting the neck of the sack unravel. As Will Robinson watched, a human hand fell out of the sack. Cold, white, lifeless... and wearing his father's ring! "Oh, golly!" Will cried out. "This is my father's hand!" Dr. Smith grabbed the hand out of Will's grasp and set it down in the sack, giving a small, unseen lick to the palm. "My dear boy, let me comfort you." Dr. Smith reached out and drew Will into his grasp. He held the shaking young boy tightly to him, which promptly had the reactioon he was looking for. Will wondered why he carried a broomstick in his pocket. After a minute or so, they parted, and Dr. Smith picked up the sack and started into the Jupiter II. Will waited for a minute or two, then followed him in. he went down to the second level, and over to the galley, but Dr. Smith wasn't there. He heard a noise from the Lab, and walked over to the door. Dr. Smith was standing real close to the freezer, moving things around. "Dr. Smith!" Will called out. Dr. Smith whirled about and slammed the door shut behind him. "Why, my dear boy, you startled me!" Will wasn't buying any of this shit. "Where's my burger?" he demanded. "I'm getting as hungry as I am horny!" Dr. Smith held out a stack of juicy slices. "Here they are, my boy! French Fries with roofie sauce, too!" Will was estatic. He could hardly contain himself as Dr. Smith hummed merrily in the Galley, frying up the burgers. Will wondered what roofie sauce was like. Will was already at the table when Dr. Smith served up the dinner. He wolfed down the burgers, marvelling at their wonderful flavor, and had started on the french fries. These were somewhat different than he expected. "They're Ugandan Fries, really, my boy" Dr. Smith had said. They were thick, but deep fried and good. Will was munching along when he bit into something hard. "Ow! What's this?" He fished around in the mealy pile and pulled out... his father's ring!" "Oh, golly, these french... I mean Ugandan Fries were really my father's fingers!" Will knew he should be feeling revulsion, or panic, or disgust, but they only thing he was feeling was a sense of sleepiness. As he fell asleep Dr. Smith hovered over him, cooing "Yes, my boy, with a Rophonol sauce". Will was falling through a sea of eternity in blackness so deep it made him sneeze. With every sneeze another broomstick appeared, and Will had trouble keeping his balance as he ran down the end of his father's finger, where he saw his sister, Penny. "Penny, help me! I can't find the hamburger river!" Penny smiled, and as she glided towards him she sank effortlessly into the sidewalk, ending up with her head poised perfectly in front of her brother pants. She reached through the fabric of his pants, pulled his penis out, and started sucking on it like a newborn puppy whoses' mama been gone a whole day. Will was happy, but when he looked down he let out a yelp. His sister wasn't sucking his dick, Dr. Smith was! When Will yelped, Dr. Smith jerked his head up and let Will's penis stand up right in front of his face while he spoke. "So, you're awake, are you?" Dr. Smith closed his eyes to slits. "I'm afraid you'll be all tied up for a while, my boy. Yes, all tied up." Will found that was true. As he regained his senses, he found he was naked, and tied up with laserope, and was lying on his parents big bed. Dr. Smith was laying on the bed too, and he didn't have any clothes on. Dr. Smith grabbed him and spun Will over on his stomach. Will felt Dr. Smith dollop some form of slippery stuff over his butt hole, and he wondered for a moment what was going on, and then he realized what Dr. Smith was about to do! Will had to act quickly! He bent around, so he could at least see Dr. Smith's face. "Say, Dr. Smith, shouldn't you buy me a drink, first?" he cooed at the older man, who was kneeling on the bed with his penis sticking straight out, one hand holding his balls and the other spreading the last of the lubricant over his shaft. Dr. Smith couldn't believe what he heard. Will was supposed to be scared, and crying, and shaking. He was acting like some... some... slut. Like any slut he'd kill in a heartbeat for being the slut around him. Like Don, who wanted those black chicks. The Slut. Like Judy, who wore a mattress on her back so she could slut around at a moments notice. The Slut. Like Maureen Robinson, who slutted around with Collie Dogs for years before she came near him. The Slut. Like John Robinson, who rejected his advances one night when Dr. Smith had found him drunk on the upper deck. The Slut. Like Penny, the little Slut who had the nerve to grab his penis in public and actually say the word in front of him. The Slut. That left just poor, poor Will. His perfect little young, hairless, slim, virginal boy, whose butthole would be offered on the alter of intergalactic love. Now, he was... dirty. Spoiled. Soiled. Dr. Smith's penis dropped like a 16 year old boys pants at the Girls Scouts annual Penis Sucking contest. Will twisted around a bit more. "What'cha say, mister? Me go butthole bouncy-bouncy long time. Okay Joe?" Dr. Smith reeled. In his mind, he was transported back to Saigon in 1965, when he was a medic with black ops, working out of a secret field south of town. Fortunantly, they were so secret that not even the military was told about them, and thus they spent the entire war fucking the local boys and girls, called "LBFM's" for "Little Brown Fucking Machines" A blowjob for fifty cents, quick fuck for a dollar, all night fuck-n-suck for ten dollars. One night Dr. Smith was sliding his penis inside some young girl's pussy when she said exactly the same thing to him. "What'cha say, mister? Me go butthole bouncy-bouncy long time. Okay Joe?" The thought of this pure young thing letting sweaty fat hairy Americans fuck her ass for hours made Dr. Smith start to tremble inside. He reached for his knife, tossed it from his left hand to his right, and disemboweled the girl in less than one second. The effect was almost comical. The young girl's face showed abject terror, and her mouth was open, but with her diaphram sliced in two the edges flapped like some ghastly pair of hands clapping, sending bits of blood, flesh and feces flying to either side of her. When she contracted her stomach muscles to sit up, with no real anchor now the action simply pulled her intestines up over her rapidly whitening face. Dr. Smith though this was disgusting. The way she could slut herself around. When the mama-san came running in the room, he simply explained that his wee-wee was too big, and when he pushed it in the girl she exploded. Maybe this mama-san was a slut too, he wondered. The rest of the war was spent in relative bliss. This country was full of sluts, and the government didn't keep track of them all. Someone could disappear and nobody was the wiser. If somebody did complain, he simply gave them a ride in his jeep, and a field or two over he would cut them up and sack them and bring them back for supper. When the Jupiter II misson was announced, he himself had approached A-OLIS 14-Umbra and offered his services as saboteur, all the while planning to stow away on board so he could rid the universe of sluts, as he had read in that astounding magazine he found in the checkout aisle at the supermarket. "UNIVERSE INHABITED WITH SLUTS" the headline had screamed, and the story went on with something about people on other planets that orbit Alpha Centauri who slut around all the time. This thought had preyed on Dr. Smith for months, and he had jumped at the chance to stow away. What luck it had been for him to find his entire ship was crawling with filthy sluts, after they had crash landed on this planet. All except his shining jewel, Will. All except... that slut. That little Slut. Dr. Smiths' eyes focused. Will was nowhere to be seen. end of part three