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Gods of the Net 02 - n/c sm HEAVY, cons sm light,
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Gods of the Net 02 - 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 two, chapters 3, 4, 5 and 6 of the story "Gods
of the Net" by Temporary Dog. IT INVOLVES EXPLICIT CRUELTY,
VIOLENCE AND MUTILATION 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)]. I was able to finish these
chapters sooner than anticipated, but look for the next
chapter(s) in a week or two. Also, my previous statement
about eight chapters is now inoperative, I'm now planing at
least ten - A (Temporary) Dog.
3. Dana
Dana was in a foul mood. It was now his turn to deal with
their latest victim, that dumbfuck Gerald. Mentally Dana
dubbed him "Dumber Than Shit." At least he had finished
servicing that fat cow Margaret. Though she had not always
been fat and repulsive.
Dana thought back on the time when he had first known
Margaret. She'd been a small, slight women then, pretty in
her way, nothing like her present ugly bloat. They had both
been with the Corps of Engineers. Just out of school, they
were young, dumb, single and had their whole life ahead of
them. Things had been so simple then. He remembered the
first time they'd made love.
They had been out on Assateague during the day, reviewing
proposed offshore erosion control measures. It was
off-season, so the Corps was putting them up in Ocean City.
They'd toured the boardwalk together, but it was dead as
yesterday's political slogan. After a few hours the five of
them had ended up in his room, drinking scotch. The two
guys from the State of Maryland had to bow out early; the
state put them up in Salisbury, a half hour drive away. He
and Margaret had ended up on the balcony together. When
they got back inside, the women from the park service had
passed out. They hauled her over to Margaret's room, and
Margaret came back with him.
They danced slowly around the bed and undressed each other,
fumbling with their jeans and shoes. He kissed her mouth,
her neck, her breasts and caressed her body intensely. She
fell backwards onto the bed and he fell beside her. She was
hot and ready when he entered her cunt.
As he pumped into her, moaning, he felt a sadness he had
never known before. As though he knew the future, and that
this too, would pass away, leaving only degradation in its
place.
4. Dumber
Gerald wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was hungry
and hurting, and he was starting to get over the shock.
Clearly, a rival group was at work here; perhaps he could
convert some of them to the Way of the True Net.
His captures had refused to listen thus far. They had
entered the cell twice, a group of four each time. Two
would restrain him, using cattle prods as necessary, and
force him to kneel in the center of the cell. The other two
would force him to drink foul smelling water from a plastic
jug thrust between his lips. After the second time, they
made it clear that he was to kneel unasked, with his hands
behind his neck, whenever the door was opened. He heard
them coming down the corridor again.
Gerald knelt as instructed, straightening his nude body as
much as possible. He would show them that, even in slavery,
a man of the True Net was proud.
Three men entered and secured his hands behind his back.
They blind folded him, leashed him, and led him out of the
cell. After climbing the stairs, they turned an unexpected
direction, and he knew he was not going back to the room
with the table he had first woken up in.
He moaned with relief when they entered the warm tile room.
This relief was to be short lived.
Someone unleased him, freed his hands, removed his
blindfold. He was in a small auditorium, surrounded by
people wearing clothing with the same strange gray triangle
he had noted before. There were 30 or 40 of them in the
audience, men and women, in various ceremonial garb.
Three of the nearest four were not wearing the triangle,
instead it was tattooed onto their naked chests. All they
wore were loincloths. The fourth was slender woman wearing
a hot pink, silk teddy with a small version of the symbol on
her right breast. She had on high heals and jewelry. Her
arms were secured behind her back.
One of the three men was holding a whip. Clearly he was in
charge. He gestured to a saw horse in the middle of the
room. It was brown, fluid stained thing with leather loops
on the four feet. Gerald blanched and shook his head. He
was hit from behind with a cattle prod and fell to his
knees. The man with the whip gestured again. Gerald
struggled to his feet walked slowly to the saw horse. He
had never wanted other men, had never desired anal
stimulation. When he got to the horse, he climbed on it in
a daze, dropping his limbs in to position over the legs.
They secured him in place.
5. Dana, Again
Well, the dipit was on the horse. Time to start. He
signaled Herald to being the invocation. Roger outfitted
their victim with a leather ballgag. Dana stepped forward
and used the whip.
After the tenth blow, their victim had lost consciousness.
This was normal and expected. The invocation continued
while Roger got a bucket of urine. After waiting a minute,
Roger threw the urine Gerald. As he recovered his senses,
the second phase of the ceremony began.
Roger put on some surgical gloves and started lubing
Gerald's asshole with KY. When he finished, he forced a
dildo into Gerald and started shoving it in and out. In the
meantime, Cheryl began rubbing her near naked body against
Dana.
She moaned and whimpered as she kissed his mouth, his chest,
his arms, fingers. She rubbed her crotch against legs while
he held her. As he removed his loin cloth, she sank to her
knees started kissing and sucking his penis.
When he was good and hard, he pushed her away and approached
Gerald. Cheryl followed Dana on her belly.
Roger withdrew the dildo and Dana entered Gerald, fucking
him *hard*. Cheryl kissed Dana's feet.
After Dana came withdrew from Gerald and pulled Cheryl to
her knees. She proceeded to suck him and clean him off.
When he was hard again, he sank to the floor and started to
kiss her mouth, her shoulders. He loosened the teddy and
exposed her breasts. Kissing them, he rolled on his back
and helped Cheryl on top of him. He entered her and she
happily bounced up and down, fucking him silly. It took a
long time for him to come.
Roger, in the mean time, had ungaged Gerald. Roger forced
the bound man to lick the surgical gloves clean. Then he
followed with a real show of force. He slapped the man a
few times, and, Cattle prod at ready, he started slowly
fucking Gerald's mouth.
Herald was not happy with this departure from the
established ceremony; Roger was *supposed* fit the victim
with a ring gag, to keep the mouth forced open, before
starting this procedure. Even a small departure from the
program could spell great danger to all.
When Roger came, he dropped the cattle prod, a serious
mistake. Gerald bit down hard, with hysterical strength,
and with a sawing action. He emasculated Roger and started
to chew, trying to chop up the offending penis, and swallow
parts of it.
The ceremony had turned. The lights dimmed. They had
critically offended the Gray Triangle, and would suffer for
it.
6. Roger
Margaret visited him in the infirmary.
"Congratulations asshole, you just set us back 3 MONTHS!"
she said. "You're lucky we don't sacrifice YOU with the
dipit."
"Where's my penis?" he asked softly. Then he cried "What
did you do with my DICK!"
"Your penis was chewed by the victim. Dana is preparing a
holocaust for it now."
"Where is my PENIS, you can REATTACH it" he said, struggling
against the restraints.
"It was chewed by the VICTIM, you DUMBFUCK. It HAS to be
destroyed. Not that he didn't do a good job on it on his
own. It was HAMBURGER by the time Dana could control the
virtual reaction. He came DAMN close to loosing the whole
thing, to giving us all to the net. I still don't know how
he and Cheryl managed to stop the implosion. We couldn't
reattach it if we wanted to; the degree of mutilation makes
the surgery beyond our skill."
"An OUTSIDE surgeon"
"They'll be no OUTSIDE surgeon. There is only the net, and
the Gray Triangle."
"You could help me"
"Can't and WON'T. Neither will anyone else. You screwed up
bigtime, now live with it."
"My PENIS"
"Your penis is GONE. It was chewed by the VICTIM."
Roger struggled against the restraints for a minute, then
started to cry. Margaret heaved her plump body up on the
bed next to him and held him. After a while he calmed down.
"What happens next?" he asked.
"You know very well. We have to remove the rest of it.
Your balls too, just for damage control. After that, well,
you have three alternatives."
"I'm a man."
"True, but you're also a eunuch. You can be trained as
such, if you want. We'll find you a spot in the chorus.
You'll never be a leader again, but we won't abandon you.
And you'll be a man. That's one alternative."
He shuddered as he remembered the poor cowed faces in the
audience, waiting on his every action, as he prepared to
fuck Gerald's mouth.
"Or you can become like Cheryl," she said. "She to, was
once a man, and made a mistake in a ceremony. It took her
several *years* of *intense* training to adapt her to her
new role, but with grace of the Gray Triangle, she now
wields more raw power then anyone save Dana and myself."
"I'm a MAN."
"For the time being. Whether you remain so is entirely up
to you. Your third alternative, of course, is to volunteer
your own sacrifice to appease the net. You know the
procedure."
He shuddered as he remembered. It was horrible and
prolonged, but effective.
"We would never, of course, require this of you. But it is
an alternative, and serves us better then another eunuch."
"You'd LIKE that, now wouldn't you."
"I don't LIKE much of this. Not the blood, not the dirt,
not the fat, not the murder. But I put up with it for the
power. So did YOU, as I recall." She paused briefly.
"Roger, I like you. And I feel that the short term
advantages of a voluntary sacrifice are more then outweighed
by the long term contributions of another adept like Cheryl.
You have the talent. You were merely careless once too
often."
"I don't know what to DO."
"You have a few hours to think it over. But they have to
start on you genitals soon. We need your decision before
then so we can make sacrifice or reconstruction
preparations. Your training will start immediately, unless
you choose voluntary sacrifice. You have my advice. But
remember, Cheryl's training was *intense*. You have an idea
what this entails. The choice is up to you."
She lay there silently for a while, feeling his chest,
remembering the mark of the Gray Triangle.
To be continued--
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