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Gods of the Net 01 - n/c sm HEAVY, cons sm light,
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Gods of the Net 01 - n/c sm HEAVY, cons sm light, mffm, etc.
by Temporary Dog [[email protected] (Temp Dog)]
Copyright 1994. Feel free to electronically distribute in
its original UNALTERED form. Except for printing one paper
copy for personal use, hard copy reproduction is prohibited.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
This is part one, chapters 1 and 2 of the story "Gods of the
Net" by Temporary Dog. The final story will probably run 8
chapters. IT INVOLVES EXPLICIT CRUELTY AND VIOLENCE AND
EXPLICIT SEX. If this offends you, or if you are under the
age of 18, DON'T read it. Comments should be Emailed to me
or posted on alt.sex.stories.d [allow me to emphasize:
alt.sex.stories.D (isscussion)]. Look for the next
chapter(s) in a week or 2 - A (Temporary) Dog.
1. Gerald
Gerald was driving 40 mph in the fast lane. He had had a
long, hard day pissing on toilet seats, leaving staples on
copy machines, dumping colored paper in the "white paper
only" recycling bin and ripping pages out of magazines in
the public library. It was a hard life, but worth it to
get the edge he needed for the net.
After a last minute swerve across 3 lanes of traffic, he
exited on a local two lane. Idly, he practiced speeding up
on the straight sections and slowing down in the no passing
zones. He was thinking about tonight. He, and he alone,
served the one true Internet provider. His provider was
GOD. Those poor fools weren't going to know what hit them.
Tonight he would really put them in their place.
At first he didn't notice the motorcyclists. When he did,
he decided to slow down at the upcoming green light so
everyone would miss it. He considered running the red, but
decided it would be more fun to accelerate *slowly* when the
light turned green. This turned out to be a mistake.
As he inched to a stop, two lady cyclists hopped off and
forced open the rear door of his van. They were armed with
crowbars, and quickly beat him senseless.
He awoke when they dumped a bucket of stale urine on him.
He was in a dark, damp smelly place. There were several
people (both male and female) in jeans and engineer's boots
present. One of the girls kicked him in the stomach.
"Wakey, Wakey Mr. Shit, it's time for you to begin your new
life in your NEW home" she said, stamping on his hand.
He struggled to focus. As his vision came back, he saw that
she was fat, disgustingly so; her filthy belly slopped over
the belt of her too tight pants. She was wearing a cutoff
tee shirt with some sort of a gray triangle on it.
"Let's get you out of those damp cloths" she said as two
other thugs came over and hauled Gerald to his knees. She
pulled a razor and started cutting off his shirt. Gerald
noticed the other thugs were wearing the *same* strange tee
shirt. That stupid gray triangle, where had he seen it
before?
Some of the others grabbed him as Gerald was hauled to his
feet and forced to lay face up on a wooden table. The fat
women started on his pants. When she finished cutting off
his underwear, pulled off her pants off of her pale,
tattooed, lumpy ass, climbed up on the table and squatted on
his face, facing away from him and grabbing his genitals
with one hand.
"You know, your neighbors and your coworkers just CAN'T
agree" she said. "Some of them think some impromptu SRS
would improve your personality, other that ventilation with
cyanide is the answer." He struggled to breathe. She
caressed his penis with the side of the razor and lifted up
slightly. "Personally, I think a change in profession is
all you need. Perhaps you should be a toilet?"
Gerald was appalled but helpless. One of the men grabbed
Gerald's hair and jabbed his throat with a cattle prod.
Gerald's throat spasmmed. They had to wait for him to
recover, but the thugs made it clear that he had no choice.
As the fat women slowly took a crap, Gerald chewed and
swallowed.
"Lick it clean" she said, and he tried, but started to throw
up partway through. She raised herself, and he was able to
turn on his side and not choke on the brown vomit.
"You are disgusting!" she said, pulling herself off the
table.
The other thugs dragged him off the table and bent him over
it. The fat girl then strapped on a dildo, lubed in with
KY, and tried to force it into him. There was resistance.
She pulled back and gave a signal. They all let go and she
hit him with a stun gun in the back of the neck. They
grabbed him before he slipped to the floor and forced him
back over the table. This time, there was no resistance.
She forced the big fat dildo up his asshole, in and out,
over and over. This went on for some considerable time.
When she was done, some of the men dragged him out of the
room, down a narrow, poorly lit corridor, down some stairs,
thru another corridor to a small brick room with a stout
door, and no light. They threw him within, and he lost
consciousness.
2. Margaret
Margaret was tired but satisfied as she showered after the
first stage of the sacrifice. The unnatural weight she had
to maintain was depressing, as was the filth that went with
first part of the ceremony. A peculiar form of Tantric
magic, it required her to be at an extreme of ugliness and
aggressiveness at the start - thoroughly repulsive.
As a high priestess of the gray triangle, she knew it was
her privilege to help make the net work. For that was the
secret of high technology - computers didn't just *seem*
like magic, they were *magic*. The net, thought Margaret,
was the electromagnetic expression of God on earth. And God
was hungry.
As she stepped out of the shower, her acolytes rushed
forward to dry and groom her, preparing her for the next
stage in the ceremony. Dominant, and disgusting for the
first part, she must be pliant, willing and submissive for
the second. After they finished combing her hair, applying
her makeup and adorning her with gold chains, they strapped
leather cuffs on her hands and secured them behind her back.
Her acolytes knelt and kissed her feet. They then rose, and
locked a leather collar about her neck. They leashed her
and led her carefully from the room. The high priestess was
their life, and they would die to please her.
As they led her to the chamber of the second sacrifice, she
thought about the second stage. It was also a ceremony of
dominance and submission, as different from the first as
night from day. And she knew she needed this, all of this.
She needed this like food and water, like air. This was who
she was and why she existed.
Outside the door they paused briefly. The door was
unlocked, she was unleashed, and she was shoved within.
As the door was locked behind her she paused briefly. The
room was only dimly lit. Dana was waiting.
He snapped his fingers and gestured. She ran to the spot he
was pointing to and knelt, spreading her knees widely,
throwing her breasts out, with her eyes lowered.
He walked slowly around her, inspecting her plump figure.
From behind, he slowly caressed her cheek then her shoulder.
Slowly he started to massage her neck. She moaned softly.
He moved to her front and removed his robe, placing it on a
nearby table. Also on the table was a whip.
Taking the whip from the table, he showed it to her, held it
out to her lips. Eagerly, she kissed it. He replaced the
whip on the table and move closer, taking her head in his
hands.
Dana placed his erect penis in her open mouth, accepting her
skilled caress but controlling it as well. Faster, slower,
deep, shallow, according to his whim. After he came, he
waited while she swallowed and licked him clean. He then
went to the table and produced a blindfold and a leash.
After blindfolding her and attaching the leash, he helped
her rise and led her to another part of the chamber. She
knelt again, and he secured the leash to a ring in the
floor. Then he stood and opened another door. A number of
people entered. As Dana spoke the words of the blessing, a
woman forced Margaret on her back and shoved her pussy in
Margaret's face. Margaret ate the woman's cunt. A man
followed, rolling her on face, lifting her up and supporting
her chest with a padded stool. As another man shoved his
penis in her mouth, the first lubed her asshole with KY,
then entered her.
When Dana had finished the key part of the ceremony he
watched as another woman strapped on a dildo and fucked
Margaret in the cunt. Margaret came, and came, and came.
-To be continued
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