OVERVIEW
Action Selling from Duane Sparks is a sales book that presents its own selling methodology. The sales method describes a nine step program. The steps are straight forward. Any challenges encountered at a particular step means that one has to go back a few steps to forge forward again. The story is framed by a fictional sales manager teaching a sales person the sales method.

THE BAD
• Large Type: The type in the book is large, as if it were meant for a preschooler to learn reading. As the book is ninety pages short, the publisher obviously tried to stretch out the small booklet.
• Fictional Narrative Gimmick: The selling method is framed by a fictional story of Matt and Joe learning the sales method. The story is simply annoying and detracting from the actual content of the story. The characters do routine things like sit in airplanes or drink coffee. They fail both to develop an engaging story or add meaning to the proposed sales process.
• Plenty of Hype: The book is fully of hype about the sales method. “Joe is extremely happy. You will be extremely happy”, “earning potential is about to skyrocket”, or “life-changing experience.” It is full of empty promises about the sales method, e.g. if you follow this method, you will soon fly first class. The book is extremely short on a substantial reason or facts, why the sales method works. It becomes very tedious to skip over the gratuitous hype injected everywhere.
• Just Another Sales Method: Books and the web are full of sales methods. The labels are a little bit changed. The sequence is a little differently organized. The diagrams have a different graphic design. This book failed to make a case, why this sales method is better than any other.

THE GOOD
• Ask questions: The book makes a strong point for asking questions instead of blindly pitching. This changed my perspective on sales. I had always wondered, how people could tell me sales arguments that really moved me. After reading the book, it is clear to me. The sales person, friend, parent etc spent time to figure out, what my motivations and needs were. Based on that knowledge, they could tell me the reasons to do something that really affected me. All my life, I had believed that they simply came up with ultra powerful reasons that would move anyone. Now, I know that they simply figured out the specific reasons that would trigger me.

Also, the prominent question asking approach made me change my perspective on the job of a sales person. I had always thought a good sales person is simply so convincing (manipulative) to sell anything. Now, I realize that selling is a lot more about prospecting, finding the people that already have a need for the product or service. Rather then selling sand to the people of the Sahara, a good sales person finds the people who want sand.
• Always have a purpose: The book proposes to always have a commitment goal. It is good to be focused. It is important to ask for the next step. Yet, we have to be a bit careful about following this advice. If we are too focused on a certain commitment goal to sell staples, we may miss that the customer is ready to buy a truck load of staplers.
• Sequence of Buying: A customer firsts buys the sales person, then the selling company, and finally the product. The books advice makes a lot of sense. If the sales person has no credibility, the customer does not believe in the product either. In my profession, I sell a lot of ideas and proposals inside of the company. I believe(d) that a good proposal would sell itself. Yet sometimes, I’d find another person who is in with the stake holders winning with a clearly inferior proposal. Obviously, he had so much trust and goodwill that the stakeholders did not seriously weigh the proposals.

At the same time, I generally decide my purchases and price before I meet the sales person. Thus, the sales person is simply a means to place the order. For example, when I bought my last car, I researched the car by test driving rentals. I researched the price online. I pre-negotiated the price over the Internet and phone until two sales people offered invoice price. With the price and car locked in, the sales person mattered little. Although, it was very pleasant doing business with him. My next car comes probably from a company that I do not like. Yet, the particular model has intrigued me since a long time. So, that sequence of buying is not as ironclad as the book claims.
• Handling rejections: Receiving a rejection is the big game over. The book presents compelling alternatives to giving up. The sales process allows one to backup to asking more question to better find out about the needs of the customer. The book also presents specific responses to individual type of rejections.

THE VERDICT
The book could be a great and informative read. The story of Matt and Joe should be taken out, as well as all the hype. The font size should be changed to a normal size. The remaining book may only be ten pages. However, those ten pages would be full of insightful information.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is your name?”
“Riley Hope”
“What is your job?”
“Research lab assistant.”
“What is the length of your contract?”
“12 months.”
“Honey Pot is a top security biological research facility. No electronics are allowed, because they could be used to transmit secrets out. No biologics are allowed, because they could contaminate the biological research. Biologics are any animal or plant substances. They include clothes made from cotton and other natural fibers. Do we have your permission to search your luggage?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Now is the last time to confess any accidental violations.”
“I believe that everything should be inorganic. And, there should not be any electronics.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am Deedee. Did you bring any make up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They keep pulling ‘em out of the head like bunnies. From under which rock did you crawl out?”

“I am from Chicago. Where are you from?”

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

“No.”

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

“Huh-uh.”

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

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

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

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

“Come with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. Peter announced to the camera:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rat transformed back into a mushroom.

“I hate mushrooms,” said Rachel.

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

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

“Oh, poor Rachel,” said Ines with a sad face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, you didn’t. Stop the bullshit and tell us, where you really came from.”

“That’s where I came from. It is my first time…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“As you were,” said Toad and slouched back again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For starters, take off all your clothes.”

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

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

“Now, throw your clothes over here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to see that dog licking your pussy again.”

“He is not a dog. He is a vacuum cleaner.”

“I told you no talking back, you dog fucker.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very nice, obedient little slut.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it was time to wake up, Riley glided through the morning routine like a zombie. Zorg was locked away in a broom closet. Her eyes identified the Saturn moons overhead on the way to work. She was ten minutes early today. Mr. Peter still looked at his watch with a frown, yet only told her the assignment. The rest of the lab was again in a closed experiment. Today’s job was to clean out more Petri dishes, as she had done on the first day.

She slung into the locker room of the lab. She gave the ever present cameras a stinky finger to let off some steam. Probably, they were all computer analyzed anyway without a human ever watching the footage. She stuffed her clothes in the locker. Today, she wore white panties and bra, so that the milky plastic safety suit would show her underwear less prominently. The sweat and moisture in the suit started building up, while she scrubbed the Petri dishes with hard dried solutions. When it was time for a break, she couldn’t wait to tear the sticky plastic garb and sweat drenched underwear off her body.

After she stepped out of the lab shower, she opened her locker. Her clothes were gone. She closed the door again and opened it again. The locker was still empty – a metal shell with a few rust spots and unidentifiable crumbs at the bottom. She checked the next locker. There was a blouse and checkered skirt. A yellow sticky note was pasted on the clothes: “Park fucker, here is your first mission. Wear these clothes without any underwear. Walk over to Toad’s office and take dictation.”

Riley crumbled for a bit before she crumpled the sticky note into a ball. The skirt was a knee long school girl uniform skirt. The blouse was plain white to finish the school girl outfit. The top three buttons of the blouse had been removed. The highest button was under her boobs. The blouse fell open and showed her cleavage provocatively. The knee high socks and patent leather high heels finished her sexy school girl outfit. If she would have donned pig tails and librarian glasses, she could have modeled in a porno.

Grace is doing the disgraceful with the head held high. Riley stepped into the hallway with her high heels clittery-clattery announcing her imminent arrival. The yellow pad was in front of her chest as a shield. She knocked on Toad’s door. He welcomed her in and appreciated the offer to take dictation. He was wearing his white lab code with the Umbrella corporation logo today. Under the coat, he was wearing large black safety shoes. They had a metal toe box to prevent accidentally dropped sharps from cutting his feet. There was not a single Petri dish. Yet, computers were spread out all over the floor and any surface. Cables ran wild. He did the calculations on the DNA.

He cleared a laptop of a little swivel stool for Riley to sit next to him, while he starred into the computer to look up notes and diagrams. Toad smiled for a minute. Then, he disappeared into his science world blabbering words and formulas at Riley to note down. He’d point at the screen occasionally and check her pad. She sometimes misspelled the technical jargon.

When he noted that, he would look up from the notepad on her lap to her face. His eyes on the way up would glance at her boobs. As the top buttons were undone, he could see the top and inner side of her rack. However, because he was directly at the side of her, he could see deep into the space between her skin and the fabric. He could make out that she wore no bra. He tried to look anywhere to keep her thinking that he was not looking. Yet, he took any opportunity to glance into that fissure between her boob and the fabric. On the third try, he though that he could look as deep as to make up her naked nipple. He kept trying to glance that nipple again over and over.

When Riley flipped to the second page, there was another sticky note. She covered it with her hand like a poker player, so that only she could read the note: “Lick your finger. Make it wet with saliva. Then, pretend to clean some stuck dried food from above Toad’s lip. Riley moved the sticky note to the back of the pad. She took a deep inhale. Her heart was racing. Her chest trembled. The adrenaline made her breathing so clear. She took another deep inhale.

She stuck her finger in her mouth. She reached over to Toad’s lips. He must have smelled her saliva. Toad jumped at first. Riley calmed him down with an explanation: “You have something red stuck from lunch. Let me get it off.” She scratched a bit with her finger nail. She rubbed the pad of her index finger pulling his lips into grotesque shapes. They both blushed. Toad held onto the keyboard like a life safer. Riley pulled her finger back: “Good. Continue.”

Riley took large, smooth, and even breaths to calm herself down. Toad looked like a teenager with a hot head, who had been cabin cooped. The rhythm of their dictation started taking their mind off the intimate moment. The second page was filled with formulas and diagrams. It was time to flip over to the third page. There was another sticky note. Riley’s poker hand covered it again: “Pretend to tell Toad a secret. Lean in and whisper in his ear, so that the warm steam of your mouth tantalizes him. While you do it, put your free hand on his thigh as high as possible.”

The jack hammer in Riley’s heart was pounding again. The rush of adrenaline sucked the oxygen out of her body. She was breathing large. Toad noticed her agitation. Riley used it to confess, “Toad I have a secret.” Riley put her mouth half an inch away from Toad’s ear. She cupped her hand around the ear and her mouth. Her other hand intimately rested high on his thigh: “Toad, the other day, in the locker room with Deedee, we were talking. I looked at her and I noticed. Oh, Toad, I am too shy. I will tell you later.”

Riley pulled back, brushed her hair into the right position. The confused and excited Toad was silent. He wanted more. He did not dare asking for more. He slowly fumbled his way through his thoughts back to DNA sequencing and the brilliant insight that he dictated to Riley. The colorful photos of DNA helixes were a wonderful distraction. The world of DNA sequencing was safe and not as treacherous as a hot girl coming onto him next to him.

Though, his rambling thoughts only lasted so long before Riley had to turn over to the next page. There was another sticky note. Riley was mad with anger at her blackmailer. She considered for a moment killing every woman on the research base in a wasteful plot to get to her blackmailer. After a moment of glowing eyes, she decided to settle for throwing her pencil in front of her on the floor: “Toad, I am so clumsy. Could you get the pencil for me?”

Toad paused for a moment. He considered that Riley may as well get the pencil herself. He considered that Riley’s knees were ajar. How would he pick up the pencil without appearing to look up her skirt, yet still get a glance? He got on his knees. His fingers wrapped around the pencil. He pretended to notice her shoes. He mumbled a compliment. When she thanked him, he looked from her shoes up to her face. In between, his mental camera panned over her skirt. He shot a mental image of her juice thighs getting darker as they went deeper under the skirt. Bang, he saw all the way to the bare crotch. He got up. He replayed the snapshot in his mind a few times.

Toad was distracted. He had to shuffle for a while through papers to get his mind straight. Then, he continued telling Riley the wonderful secrets of gene manipulation. Riley had no clue what she was writing. She was solely focused on keeping track of the progression down the paper, when the next sticky note would come. And, it came with a long and complicated scene description. Riley had to become an actress for this.

“Toad, do you have some water for me to drink?”

“Of course, I have my own water cooler in the office. I will get you a glass.”

When Toad handed Riley the glass of water, she intentionally made the glass slip and poured the water over the blouse. Toad politely looked away, as her nipples were showing through the white wet blouse.

“Toad, do my nipples show through the wet blouse? That would be so embarrassing. Can you check?”

Toad cautiously turned his head over his shoulder to take a peak. He swiftly looked away again: “Yes, I am sorry for being such a Klotz.”

“Toad, are both nipples showing? Or, only one?”

Toad cautiously turned back to check her. Riley literally pushed her boobs towards him. “Yes, both are clear and evident.”

“Toad, please don’t look. I am going to take off my blouse to try to rub it dry with some napkins from your lunch.”

Toad was left sitting facing away from her, while he imagined his young female blonde co-worker behind his back with her torso naked and exposed. He imagined the shape of her boobs. He imagined her face eagerly brushing napkins on her wet blouse. Riley was not even seriously trying. She only rubbed the fabric vigorously so that Toad could hear her efforts.

“Toad, it is not working. Do you have electrical tape from wiring all those computers?”

“Yes.”

“Toad, I have trouble applying the electrical tape to cover my nipples. Could you be a mature gentleman and do it for me?”

Toad turned his whole body back to face Riley, who sat there topless with a puppy eye look on her face. He ripped off an inch of black electrical tape. Riley leaned forward and lifted her left boob with both hands to offer it to Toad. Toad looked at the pink nipples and the perfectly shaped youthful boobs. His eyes switched between looking into the deep gaze of Riley’s eyes and her nipple. His fingers caressed the tender boob skin as he applied two stripes of electrical tape to form an X.

When Riley buttoned her blouse back up, she told Toad with a raspy, relaxed, and steamy voice: “Thank you for being a man about it and not starring or fucking me in your mind.” She leaned forward and gave a wet kiss on Toad’s cheeks. She reached into her blouse to adjust her boobs with her full hand.

“Riley, is this part of the prank that the girls are playing on you? They said something about playing a prank with you?”

“What? Rachel and her gang are behind this?”

“They told me something about you having stolen the vacuum prototype from the lab. And, now they were blackmailing you to do ridiculous things lest they tell Mr. Peter about it.”

“Those little sluts!”

“Well, when you left our party the other day, you passed a lot of judgment about our drug habit. They were really hurt and tried to find a way to get back to you. They followed you. I think that they found the vacuum prototype in your house. It is really no big deal. I take work home all the time. Considering the nice little show that you put on with the dictation, I will even cover up for you.”

“Oh, you owe me so much for making me come onto you like a dollar hooker.”

“Hey, I had no clue. I thought you were clumsy and liked me.”

“Seriously! Is your nerd brain missing the social intuition gene?”

“Okay, what can I do to make up for this?”

“Well, you could help me get in touch with my parents.”

“There is no communication with the outside world to protect the research intellectual property from theft. Sorry.”

“No, they are here on the research station. They are researchers. Their names are…”

“Kiddo, we six are the only people on this research station. Unless Mr. Peter is your dad you are out of luck, because I am surely not your dad. I could not have impregnated a woman at age two!”

“But, what about all the higher levels in the research station? We only work on the base level.”

“They are all empty. After the only pilot to the only methane spaceship disappeared, nobody else could be shipped anymore to the station. And, the Umbrella Corporation was too cheap to build a second spacecraft. The sole methane spaceship is docked right on top of this tower for months.”

“How could this be?”

“Remember, what I told you about instinctual, implanted memories? If you told me, where you are from I could maybe figure something out. Perhaps, that true memory has been overwritten by the instinctual memory.”

“I am so lost.”

“Don’t be. Simply focus on the here and now. You are here and that’s all that matters. Oh, and we should uninstall Zorg. His programming is running out in a day. Bring him in and you get the honor of injecting the uninstall virus!”

Toad and Riley sat in silence. Both of them mulled over the new information. Riley felt cheated by Toad’s insinuation about her. Yet, she had serious doubts at her beliefs about reality. Her parents had been AWOL since her arrival without the slightest note. People on the research station had all seemed genuinely surprised at her arrival. Maybe, there was something wrong with her beliefs about reality.

Toad interrupted Riley’s rumination with a peace offer. First, Riley was to meet with Toad and the girls in the back of the research tower. That was the only spot without a security camera. They would hold court and she would receive fair judgment for her emotional harm. Second, Riley had to bring Zorg back to the research lab. The uninstall virus had to be administered at once to prevent the Zorg experiment from going into an unstable state. Toad put his large, slightly fatty hand on Riley’s shoulder to make her feel that he is going to take care of the situation like a man. Riley shrugged and looked past Toad’s face to avoid eye contact with Toad, lest he may look in her eyes and soul. She did not want him observe her sorting out her feelings.

Toad left the room. Riley left through the already open door. Riley solemnly picked up Zorg from the broom closet. Feeling sad about parting with Zort, she was more aware of his differences from a real dog. She did not have to put on a leash. There was not even a leash in the house. Zorg was programmed to obey without exception. Zorg trotted happily behind Riley down the suburban street. She walked around the research tower.

The research tower was a circular tube rising high into the air. At the base were walls like legs that extended out from the research tower in a radial fashion. It made the tower look a little bit like a rocket with wings at its based. Those wing walls were meant to stabilize the tower during storms. There were two such fins that were particularly close to each other. In between was a gap that was well shielded from the tower entrance. Toad had proposed that there was no security camera either.

The girls were already there. Rachel stood tall dominating with black hair falling down her figure. Her arms were hanging down. Her body expressed a feeling of being a benched princess ruler. She wore all black almost gothic clothes today. Her black jeans had long black strings running along the sides to tie the jeans together. Her black t-shirt had the imprint of a raging Hindu goddess. The imprint was made of sparkling silver.

Ines stood next to her. Her hair was red. It stood like a triangle on her top. She was a head shorter than Rachel. The green top reflected her green eyes. The pattern on her shirt was long green lines, kind of like grass. It made you want to get closer to her, so did her warm smile on her thin lips. Her hand waved a shy hi, while her arm tried to stay as close to her body as possible.

Deedee followed next. She was short and her blonde hair long. Her mouth was a horizontal line drawn by bright red lipstick. The top of her eye lid was painted sky blue. A puffy white dress with a thin golden belt around her waist draped her. She wore sandals that showed her blue painted toe nails. Her fierce face made her look ugly. Her fist at the side of her was as clenched as her jaw.

Toad was the lumbering homebody standing in between the two parties. His belly was soft and sloppy. He had a big smile like a preacher on his face. His head cocked higher, trying to muster attention and transcend the sagging appearance of his body. His arms reached out tow both sides of the party to calm them. He said that all fair judgment would rule today and heal the fissure in their little community. A small crime had been committed against the girls by Riley’s judgmental departure. A large crime had been committed against Riley by their harsh prank. Both were going to be settled now.

Riley’s rash departure had left the girls feeling rejected and judged for their drug habit. Riley had thrown sand onto the warm hospitality that was offered. The only fit judgment for Riley’s behavior would be to receive clear and traditional treatment for social disgrace: to be spat in the face. Each girl would get to spit into Riley’s face exactly once and not more. And, then they had to bury the entire grudge against Riley.

Rachel, as the leader, stepped forward swiftly. Her tall slender body cocked back a little. Her mouth puckered. A long clear-white line of spit darted smack on the center of Riley’s face. The spit covered her nose and one eye. Any lama would have been proud at the shot. Toad quickly stepped forward to keep Riley from wiping her face until the punishment had been rendered in full.

Deedee stepped forward with measured steps. She hissed, ‘get on your knees, bitch, you are too tall for me.’ The dazed Riley kneeled in front of the short blonde haired monster. Deedee stepped inches close to ensure hitting her target. Riley’s face was right in front of Deedee’s boobs. Deedee’s boobs were behind the white dress that ruffled around the boobs. Riley’s head was slightly tilted up to see Deedee’s face. Deedee hissed her throat to get all the green, sticky spit out of the back of her throat. Her face moved over Riley’s face. She let a stream of yellow-green sticky spit pour onto Riley’s face. Deedee laid the line across her cheek and forehead. Deedee stepped back with much satisfaction.

Ines brushed against Deedee as she stepped forward. Ines smiled: “Riley, I hope to touch your boobs one day, because you are so cute. So, the only spit that you get from me is a warm kiss on your cheek.” Ines stepped to Riley’s side and set a sweet peck on the spit free cheek. Ines batted her eye lashes and stepped back into the line of girls.

“Okay, with that out of the way, you girls have been way out of line with Riley. The only proper punishment is the fist. Riley gets one punch for each girl. Riley can decide the correct punch for each of you. A fist to the eye will leave a public mark for days. A hook on the chin can knock out the girl. A jab to a sensitive spot can deal horrible pain and agony. It is up to Riley’s digression without question to choose the proper form of punishment.”

“What hurts the most?”

“Well, take it to the guts. Aim a little to the side. The abdominal muscles in the center absorb a lot of the blow. So, you want to aim off center to drive the knuckles straight into the gut.”

Without hesitation, Riley stepped forward, eyed Rachel at intimate distance, and drove her knuckles into the side of Rachel’s stomach. “This is what you get for leading them into this.” While everyone’s face formed a silent ‘oh,’ Rachel was completely motionless for one second, two seconds. Then, her face broke into deep pain. She collapsed to the floor into a ball. Rachel’s head landed on Riley’s feet with her lips unintentionally kissing her foot. Riley starred into the distance, relishing the knowledge of the rolled up mess of black pain at her feet.

Riley shrugged Rachel of her feet. She stepped in front of Deedee with a cautious distance. Riley kicked of her shoes. She measured Deedee again: “The only thing that you deserve is to be crushed by my stinky, sweaty feet like a cockroach.” Riley did the split standing up and knocked her bare foot onto Deedee’s nose and mouth to have a little whiff. Deedee stepped back spitting the taste out and rubbing her face.

“You may be my only friend in this group. So, I will have mercy on you as you had on me,” said Riley. She asked Ines to lean forward and pull down her pants. Ines was wearing a thin g-string. Even though the g-string was not in the way, Riley still pulled the strings down and over her ass for humiliation. Riley took a moment to look at Ines’ sex was protruding behind as two mounds with a black line in between. Riley slapped Ines ass with a lout thud, yet soft pain. Ines smiled a little bit at the sexual nature of her penalty.

Toad reached his arms out and waved with his fingers to initiate a group hug. Now that all hidden animosity had surfaced and been expressed, it was time to leave it behind, and become friends. The huddled in a group hug. Reservations and grudges were held at first. Yet, the presence of the other body on the skin made them give up the thoughts of resentment. Their inner focus became mindful of what body parts they were feeling: Riley’s thigh, Ines’ boobs, Toad’s head, and Rachel’s fingers on a belly. Hands, elbows, and behinds started exploring the other bodies. Oops, that was Deedee’s boob. Oh, that hip was the whole time on Toad’s pecker already!

After five minutes, they had to stop the love fest. Uninstalling the artificial DNA in Zorg was important. They walked through the front entrance of the research tower. Ines was secretly holding the thumb of Riley as they walked. Mr. Peter was already waiting with a clipboard ready to start the lab work. He wore a checkered comfy t-shirt today. The woman next to him was dressed as a sharp business woman. Her blonde hair was tightly pulled back and rolled in a bun. Plenty of hair product had been applied to force every strand of hair into the right place. Her makeup had sharp lines. Her heels were black and high. She was wearing a short gray pin striped business suit. Her shins and knees were bare with completely unblemished and freshly shaven skin.

Mr. Peter introduced her as Beth, vice president from the umbrella corporation. Riley whispered to Toad that he had claimed the shuttle wouldn’t fly. Toad whispered back that they played along with all mysterious arrivals, unless they did something dangerous or foolish. Beth made decisive strides to Riley: “I have been told that you are the caretaker of Zorg. Go ahead and prepare for the experiment.”

Ines pulled Riley by the hand out of the gaggle of people. Ines led Riley down the hall with the bare floor to an unlabeled door. Behind the door was another locker room. There was a white table in the center. The table had a white plastic padding like a table to change diapers. Along the outside of the room were two low wooden benches to undress. There were metal lockers behind the benches.

“Riley, the lab room to handle live viruses has to be completely clean off any kind of DNA. There are a ton of bacteria on your skin living of the oil of skin. Even the sterile lab security uniforms still have bacterial residue. To enter the top security lab, you have to enter a lock. In the lock, you are showered very intensely. When you are done, a latex suit is molded straight onto your body. The latex has been sterilized with high heat, moments before it is sprayed on you.”

“The latex will dry quickly on your body. It will dry around body hair. If any body hair gets trapped in the latex, it is very painful to get the suit off. So, I will give you a really tidy Brazilian wax now. Get your clothes off and hop onto the table.”

Zorg sat patiently next to the door with a wagging tail. Riley stripped out of her clothes. Ines wiped down the white table with a green alcohol solution. Each wipe left a moist stain that would evaporate within seconds. Riley hopped her naked butt on the plastic pad. She felt a little bit like being a little kid again and playing doctor.

Ines’ face glowed happiness. Ines’ hand touched Riley’s shoulder to guide her onto her back. She instructed Riley to bend her knees on to her chest. Riley held the soles of her feet with her outstretched arms in the yoga pose called ‘happy baby.’ Ines inspected Riley’s sex, the labia, the hair, the color of the skin, the amount that the inner labia peaked past the outer labia, the length of the pubic hair stubble. A little stick stirred a jar of liquid sugar, while Ines’ gaze was still on her target.

The yellow liquid paste was carefully spooned on Riley’s pubic zone and around her asshole. Ines pulled the little stick across the paste on the skin to distribute it more evenly. Then, the white stripes of paper were carefully pressed onto the yellow. Riley started wincing in anticipation of the pain of ripping the strips off. Ines cooed Riley and assured her that she had a technique to soothe the pain.

Ines thumb kept rhythmically pressing down on the paper strips like a cat kneading a blanket with its paws. Riley’s body released the tension of holding the stomach tight. When Ines noted a glimmer of shiny moisture between Riley’s labia lips, she accidentally touched Riley’s clitoris on purpose. She went back to petting the paper strips and then slipped her thumb accidentally on Riley’s clitoris again. As she felt the confusion brewing in Riley’s mind, she announced that the ten minutes for the sugar drying had passed.

With a quick flick the first paper strip was ripped off. A patch of stubble clung to the paper strip. Riley screamed. Ines’ hand pressed down on Riley’s pubic bone and massaged it in a circle. Riley’s body relaxed again without objecting to the sexual stimulation. Ines ripped the second paper strip. Riley jumped two inches of the table in agony. Ines hand swiftly pushed down on Riley’s pubes again. This time, her hand was a little lower and covered her clitoris as well.

After the final paper strip, Riley’s hip was vibrating. Her legs were shaking. It was mostly from holding the legs up. Ines tried to figure out, how much of it was hidden sexual pleasure, while she savored holding Riley’s moist sex one last time. Riley’s eyes were gazing onto her own toe in focus. With longing, Ines had to let go.

Ines carefully looked over Riley’s body to catch the little hairs on the back of Riley’s toes, the barely visible fuzz on Riley’s forearm. All the while, Riley lay back. Her eyes were closed. She felt little shivers tremor across her body, when Ines finger tips touched her body. Ines finger tips walked over Riley’s body slowly and methodically. Riley secretly longed for touches in certain spots. Riley relished having her boobs pushed a little to the side, so that Ines could see the hair in her arm pit.

The brewing intimacy between the girls came to an end, as it was time to step into the lock. Ines opened a sliding glass door. Behind the glass door was a cube like room. The floor was completely even plastic. The walls were bottom to ceiling glass. There was not a single crack or uneven spot that could have accumulated dirt. Mr. Peter, Toad, Deedee, Rachel, and Beth were looking into through a glass window. They were eager to see Riley step forward.

“Bye, bye, sweetheart,” said Ines as she waved to the naked Riley stepping into the lock and in front of the crowd. The door slid closed behind Riley with a swish. Riley looked out at the spectators of her nakedness. Toad’s head was facing down at a computer screen. It was the control station for the cleaning fixtures. A nozzle moved towards Riley. The nozzle was attached to long metal pipes with motor driven joints. The nozzle tilted towards the floor. A jet of water gushed out onto the floor.

Toad’s hand motioned Riley to touch the water. Riley leaned forward and slipped her open hand into the stream of water. She used her thumb up and down to negotiate the proper temperature with Toad. When she gave Toad the a-ok sign with the thumb and index finger forming a circle, the nozzle moved again. The nozzle gently moved up the back of one leg to avoid startling her. The nozzle kept moving higher across her thigh, butt, back onto the head. There the nozzle started a top down washing pattern.

A second nozzle on long metal pipes appeared. It sprayed an orange soap fluid on Riley’s body. The orange soap fluid reacted with the water to start bubbling into white wads of foam. The bubbling was tingling like champagne bubbles on the tongue. It was definitely pleasureful. Yet, Riley attempted to maintain a serious and professional face in front of the audience.

A third nozzle on long white painted metal pipes appeared. This nozzle had a built-in microscope. It followed the first nozzle, as the first nozzle washed down the fluffy bubbles. Beth stepped next to Toad to intently watch the microscopic camera. The microscopic camera’s purpose was to detect remnant colonies of bacteria on Riley’s skin. Beth had her arms cross in front of her blouse and jacket. Beth pointed on the screen. Toad moved the water nozzle back onto Riley’s boobs.

Beth said something to Toad. With each word muttered, the pressure of the water jet grew harder. The water jet pressed a crater into Riley’s boob. Every time, the stream passed over Riley’s nipples, Riley gasped from her sensitivity being thus triggered. It grew evident that Beth was enjoying this treatment.

Next Beth complained to Toad about fecal matter being left from the last toilet visit at Riley’s anus. Toad obeyed and sent the water nozzle and microscope nozzle to Riley’s behind. The water stream pierced in between Riley’s butt cheeks. At first, Riley felt uncomfortable about the million nerve ending around her butt hole being stimulated. Then, the water stream was firmly aimed into the center of her anal sphincter. The pressure on the nuzzle built up, until the anal muscles were penetrated by warm and relaxing water. Riley gulped and jumped forward.

The nuzzle followed her, while remaining squarely aimed on her ass. Riley mustered her discipline and remained in one spot. The water jet pushed more water inside of her. There was a built up of pressure inside of her. It became somewhat painful. Then, she had a rash impulse to push it out. And, all the water gushed out against the jet. The audience was a bit dazed. Deedee volunteered to get something from her office that she had forgotten. Beth smiled with the accomplishment of a business tycoon having transformed an orphanage into an office tower.

Toad sighed and brought out a fourth nozzle. The nozzle circled around Riley in a swift and dizzying rush. Hot air blew out of the nozzle. Pearls of water ran away from the nozzle across Riley’s skin. Riley was to don a helmet with rebreather. Otherwise still naked, the next nozzle sprayed a thin layer of sterile mineral lubrication on Riley’s body. This was to insulate the skin from the latex. The final nozzle sprayed white liquid latex on Riley’s body. Layer after layer of latex was sprayed on Riley. Everyone in the audience participated in pointing out missed spots on her body: A little triangle at her lower back, a thin sliver at her heel, and a weak patch on her knee.

Riley turned around her axis once more for everyone to look up and down her body. Then, Zorg got his wash. Because Zorg was lab designed, he could withstand scalding hot water without pain. Steam filled up the room as Zorg was sterilized with boiling water. Beth hit the large button that opened the sliding glass door into the lab. Riley stepped into the lab. Zorg followed her.

It was the same lab, where Rachel had conducted her mushroom to rat experiment. The broken equipment had only been thrown out and not replaced. The desks looked half empty. An empty desk had already the syringe with uninstall virus prepared on a sterile towel. Riley made Zorg jump on the table. She squeezed the excess air out of the syringe. Then, she stabbed Zorg swiftly with it and pushed the liquid into Zorg’s muscle. Riley cautiously made a few steps back and got a desk in between her as an obstacle as well. The audience was silent and did not dare blinking.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then, Zorg’s eyes looked ghostly. He slumped over. The torso of Zorg hit the desk, as if he had died. Perhaps, he had died. The smooth white fur with the three orange-brown patches turned into red meat. The pile of meat kept growing until strings of meat were hanging down the desk. At the back a small patch of pink skin formed. The patch grew and kept growing. The red meat shaped itself into an organism again with arms and legs. It was a naked young man with beautifully sculptured muscles!

The audience screamed in a single voice: “Zorg!” The young man slowly came to his senses. The back muscles moved and bulged, when he pushed himself to a sitting position. When he realized that he was naked and in mixed company, he quickly covered his front and behind and raced to hind behind a desk. Ines screamed over the intercom: “This is Zorg, our missing pilot!”

The human version of Zorg cowered behind a desk. His body was ashamed of his nakedness. His face sent happy smiles to the crowd outside to welcome back the friends. Riley present mindedly got the to napkin sized towel, where the syringe had been lying. She unfolded the layers and handed it to Zorg. Covered his nether region with the Speedo sized thin towel. He approached the microphone to talk to the people outside.

“I had an accident. I slipped. Something sharp had poked me. Next thing I was a dog like vacuum. Boy did the hunger gene make me constantly hungry. I kept eating every bit of dust that I could find. So, I searched the abandoned houses for dust, dirt, and leftovers, when Riley found me. When she mysteriously knew my name and called me Zorg, I thought that she would free me soon. However, she kept me like a pet.”

“Oh, the jumping part was the best, the view from the edge of space down on Titan was marvelous, the canyons, the curvature of the planet… I will tell you all about it. However, I want to get out of this lab and into some real clothes!”

Zorg lead the way to the lock. His strong butt cheeks concaved at the sides with steps and the fibers of his muscles showed. Riley followed enamored by their play. The lab door locked with a swoosh behind them. Zorg helped Riley rip the latex connection between the helmet and her body suit. Then, he tore down the latex wrapping from her body his strong manly hands. Riley was sweaty and oily underneath the latex.

Toad stirred the shower nozzles out of the resting position towards Riley and Zorg. Riley was eager to get out of this naked situation. She raised her arms to help clean faster and twisted her body around aiming untouched spots at the nozzle. Zorg watched her naked soapy body move around. Then it was his turn. Beth insisted that he throw the towel in the corner and stop covering his privates with his hands, so that he could be properly cleaned and disinfected.

The two finished the scrub down. They stepped through the glass door into the locker room. Toad was waiting on Zorg with a white lab coat. The lab coat was barely long enough to cover Zorg’s butt and genitals. He definitely looked naked like that, perhaps like a risqué calendar boy for November. The blonde business suit Beth was there as well. Beth waited with restrained until Riley slipped back into her clothes. Then, she ordered Zorg and Riley to follow her into her office.

It was the firs time that Riley or anybody had been to the second floor. At the corner of the hallway, Beth opened the door to her claimed office. Her legs were long and elegant with the black high heels, when she stepped to the side for Zorg and Riley to step in front of her. She closed the door behind them and send the two with authority to sit down on the simply chairs in front of her desk.

Beth took a seat in a large comfy chair behind the desk and seized the two up. Aside from the desk, there was an area for more casual conference. There was a coffee table surrounded by two low couches. Turned over empty white porcelain coffee cups rested on the table next to packs of instant coffee. Zorg gazed out of the window. He was still amazed how differently everything looked with his human eyes. Everything was sharper. And, he could see colors better in the green to red range. The vision as a dog had been rather yellowish-bluish.

“You my sweet hearts are the proof of concept for a new type of sex toy. You proofed that you could have sex in your changed shapes and profoundly enjoyed it. We will make more of you guys.”

“So, you will create an army of erotic living toys and humans will stop making love to each other?”

“I am not after market share and profits. I am after world domination. We will make the fantasies of the world’s leader come true. We will get them to come to one location for the world’s greatest orgy. And, then we will supplant or kill them all. It is that simple. Watch!”

Beth pressed a button on the desk phone: “Deedee, please come to my office now.”

Minutes later, Deedee cautiously knocked on the door and entered timidly. Beth waved Deedee to stand by the window and count the suburban houses outside. Meanwhile, Beth slid open a desk drawer and silently picked up a syringe. Beth walked up behind the counting Deedee. She put a hand around Deedee’s throat from behind. The shocked Deedee froze. Beth injected Deedee’s shoulder with the syringe.

Beth sat back in her chair to watch Deedee stumble, approach the desk, beg for help and fall. Deedee’s hand fell on the desk, when phase two kicked in. Deedee’s body turned blue as if she was suffocating. The blue turned darker and more vivid until it looked artificial. Her butt and breasts grew to melon shape size that exploded her clothing. Her head grew larger. Her features simplified into a cartoon like character.

“I smurf strange. Oh, my clothes are smurfed!”

Deedee looked like the human interpretation of smurfette, the blonde female smurf, a cartoon figure. Beth opened another desk drawer. She got a pile of white clothes out and threw it at Deedee: “Put that on.” Deedee followed like an obedient dog. Her psychology had been altered by the DNA as well. She stood naked for a moment with her blue boobs, belly, arms, legs, and hands. Then, she donned the white fake cotton mini skirt and the white tube like top that covered her breast. The tube like top was skimpy to barely reach from the top of her breast to the bottom. And, at the bottom, the fabric was frayed. The bottom was hanging away from her body to suggest. It suggested that one would be able to see her boobs from below.

Beth pressed a button on the phone again: “Mr. Peter, please report to the vice president’s office immediately.” Mr. Peter huffed, “yes, ma’am.” Two minutes later, his forceful knock was heard. He entered. He was a bit taken aback by the sight of smurfette and put his hands in his pocket. Then, he firmly stared into Beth’s eyes to avoid looking at smurfette.

“Please, fuck smurfette. That’s what you have been dreaming about for two decades. I have read your diary. Don’t be bashful. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Fuck her now or never. Pick your favorite position and get on. We will be here and watch.”

Mr. Peter made a tentative step into smurfette’s direction. He looked at her yellow hair. He carefully gazed at the blue of her skin. Beth’s hands flicked Mr. Peter to already get started. Mr. Peter hastened all the way to smurfette. He made her bend forward and place her chest on the back of the coach. He got on his knees to taste her sex from behind. He had to taste, what smurfette tasted like. The pussy juice was artificially engineered to include a hint of raspberry and pineapple. It tasted so good that he sucked her pussy hard. Then, he slipped his tongue all the way across her labia to catch every last drop of her moistness.

He stood up and opened his zipper. He got his penis out. The pants slipped a bit beneath his butt. He dove his penis straight into smurfette’s cooch. His torso was erect, yet he reached forward to grab a large and firm breast from smurfette with one hand. He went on to rhythmically ram himself inside of her. His belly was wobbling. His shirt was flying. And, his pants slowly slid towards the ground.

After two minutes of wild romping, Beth got up and walked to smurfette’s head. She tapped onto smurfette’s head in a rhythm: short – short- short –long. Mr. Peter’s movement abruptly stopped. Mr. Peter frantically tried to get his dick out of smurfette. Instead, he only ended up pulling smurfette off the back of the coach. As smurfette lost her support, she fell to the ground. The stuck Mr. Peter fell on top of her. The two tried to scramble back standing with four legs and four arms pushing in different directions.

“Yes, build in pussy cuffs are very effective. Imagine a world leader trying to sneak out of a conference room to seek help without being seen and cause a scandal. A hundred pounds hanging off your dick is a lot more effective then balls and chains, especially when they are so pretty.”

Beth bent elegantly down to squat on her high heels. Then, she steadied herself with one hand and leaned forward to whisper a secret word into smurfette’s ear. Smurfette relaxed and Mr. Peter pulled out his penis. They both sat on the floor. Beth elegantly stood up without wobbling her high heels or loosing balance. She strutted towards the door.

“You guys are free for now. Tomorrow, we leave on the shuttle to take over the world. Mr. Peter feel free to finish your fuck. You better hurry, Beth’s virus is advanced. Her virus has the uninstall virus built in. You have another ten minutes left before she turns back into Deedee.”

Mr. Peter did not loose a moment. He pushed smurfette face down on the ground and humped her from behind. Zorg and Riley gingerly stepped around the two and left the office as well. Beth was already down the hallway and away.

“Zorg, I barely know you, but we have to save the world! We have to stop Beth!”

“Only Rubin can help us. You have seen the photo in the hallway of the disappeared head scientist. He is my best friend. I know where he is hiding. He has run away from it all. He is hiding in the atmospheric station. It is the station at the top of the crater that keeps the inversion layer stable to trap the oxygen down here. We don’t have much time. Let’s go.”

Zorg took Riley’s hand and guided her out of the research tower. They walked to the end of the suburban road, where the yellow-brown Titan desert started. There was a faint dirt path. The sun was already lowering. In the distance, Riley could see the crater wall. There was a path of switchbacks chiseled into the rock. At the tope of the path was a white dome shaped building, the atmospheric station.

They walked silently, because they were rushing themselves to walk at the edge of becoming out of breath. Thick sweat was pouring down their foreheads and temples. Dark spots collected on their clothes. As they neared the crater wall, the clumps of soil lining the path became larger. Riley had kicked a small one early on. It crumbled effortlessly. Some of the larger ones later only had a fragile surface, yet the inside was hard packed like rock.

When the switch back started, Riley got to see under Zorg’s lab coat with every step onto a large rock that Zorg took. The butt was firm. The penis and balls dangled softly. The scrotum was fully relaxed and let the balls hang down in pouches. Riley was tempted to reach forward and touch the eye candy in front of her eyes. Then, she stopped.

“Zorg, do you have memories of what we did together, when you were still a vacuum cleaner?”

“Yes, Riley. I remember licking you and putting my penis inside of your. It felt so good. Oh, and rest assured, the part that was making love to you was the human part. They mixed up dog DNA, synthetic vacuum DNA, and my actual human DNA. The human DNA was needed to give the vacuum cleaner personality. I swear to you only the human part was the one that made love to you.”

“So, are we lovers?”

“Let’s save our lives and the world first. You are very cute, though.”

After a moment, Zorg turned to face the path again. He marched on. The path was a narrow dirt path with steep drop offs and jagged crusted Titan soil. The crater wall was vertical. The sight down to the research station showed the suburban road and houses tiny. An eerie feel of altitude was present. A little dawn wind tussled the bottom hem of Zorg’s white lab coat that barely covered his tight butt. Riley followed with energetic step and a pumping hard. The Saturn moon Rhea had risen and painted the path ahead in a bright white light.

Their heads finally raised above the plateau of the top of the crater. A plain was visible. It only had a few head sized rocks to catch the eye. Otherwise it was barren, except for the atmospheric station. The atmospheric station was a blocky concrete structure with a metal dome. There were no windows, signs, or embellishments, only a double wide blast proof door. The urgency of their visit and the surreal light of the moon set an out of the ordinary mood.

Zorg pushed down the handle to the door. The door opened. A wide open machine room contained large objects of simple geometry. A lying cylinder was probably a power turbine. Two standing cylinders probably contained liquefied gases to balance the atmosphere. A second floor metal galley overlooked the machine room. A simple foldout desk with an open notebook computer served to control the station. A white door with a round golden handle posted a white sign ‘por senioras y senores – wash your hands.’ A Mexican hat dangled off the bathroom sign.

“So, you finally came to kill me. I have been waiting stuck on this planet with nowhere to go.”

“Rubin, it is me Zorg. Oh, and this is Riley. We need your help.”

A pale, blond-haired, young man lifted the head out of a maintenance shaft. He had a milk boy face with pale red lips. He lifted his hands out of the maintenance shaft. Both hands clutched a Browning Hi-Power and pointed the black 9 millimeter single action shooter towards Zorg. The short sleeves of the blue t-shirt exposed the long, slender, and skinny arms of a computer worker. The left hand pulled the hammer back on the completely black pistol.

Zorg waved his arms wide and low to dissuade Rubin. Riley placed her fingers in her mouth and froze, while pushing her knees together. Rubin’s trigger finger began trembling. Zorg coughed and swallowed as he struggled with his throat trying to talk. Rubin’s trigger finger trembled more intensely. Riley squatted on the ground holding her hands over her ears. Rubin’s trigger finger pulled out of the trigger and rested against the shaft of the pistol. Rubin’s other hand released the cocked hammer. Rubin threw the gun on the ground: “They don’t even let me do this.” The sound of fabric rubbing against smooth concrete was heard. Rubin had probably slipped onto the ground.

Zorg ran towards the maintenance shaft, while ducking. Riley tailed him like little ducklings follow the mother duck. Half a set of concrete steps and a round metal railing lead into the maintenance shaft. Rubin sat against the wall with his legs sprawled out wide in a V. He was wearing black jeans and black construction worker boots. His gaze was desolately straight ahead. Rubin did not even blink, when Zorg joined him.

“What is going on? Why are you trying to shoot me? Why are you hiding here anyway?”

“Zorg, we are not alone here. We are so far from alone as one could be on a warm summer Saturday on Times Square. We were so wrong about this being a desolate moon. It is overrun by aliens. It is aliens!”

“Start at the beginning.”

Rubin’s hand scraped across the dark concrete floor. He moved the dirt together until he had a little mound of yellow-brown soil dirt. He pinched the dirt with his fingers. He lifted it up to Zorg’s astonished face. Then, he spat on the dirt. The dirt turned into mud.

“These are thousands of aliens. We only looked at the dry under the electron microscope, when we did our preliminary analysis. We thought that Titan could be settled. If you add a little water, the soil particles become alive. Without water, the single cell organisms turn into crusty cysts. They go into a dormant state. Add a little water and they become alive.”

“The fascinating thing about the Titan aliens is that they are super intelligent. They may be only a single cell. Yet, that single cell is so much smarter than we human beings. At any moment, when you are conscious and awake, you are only in control of a few things in your body. You point your eyes somewhere. You say some things with your mouth. Yet, your heart keeps pumping, your stomach keeps churning. That’s what you control subconsciously.”

“Beyond the subconscious part of your body, there are a lot of things that you are not even aware of. You don’t know what every single cell in your body is doing. You just dump adrenaline and other hormones into your blood. And, all the cells like individuals follow your orders.”

“No imagine these single cell Titan aliens are so extremely intelligent that they can take conscious control of your body. Everything that you do subconsciously, they do fully consciously. Their mind is so broad that they could be completely aware off and in control of every single cell in your body. Your body has a bout 100 trillion cells. Those aliens could decide exactly which of those cells should produce a single atom of adrenaline.”

“It is so funny that back on earth we consider dirt as dumb and inanimate. The Titan aliens are so advanced that they cannot fathom that we have any intelligence. They use us as primitively as we use dirt on planet earth – a simple thing to step on.”

“Imagine that soil on earth were given ears and a mouth to speak. We still could not converse with dirt, because dirt is so endlessly dumb in comparison to us. Dirt does not even begin to have concepts like language and meaning. The Titan aliens are so far advanced that they cannot talk to us either, because we lack even the most primitive concepts to express anything meaningful to them.”

“This idiot Toad started using the Titan soil as dope. A single grain of Titan soil is a single alien, which is enough for a person to become a puppet to that single cell. Toad got people to take grams of Titan soil. The rush of Titan aliens in a power struggle to take control of the human being caused the side effects of hallucination and erotic prowess that Toad cherished.”

“Even he is a fool, the outcome was inevitable. A single particle of Titan soil getting inhaled would land it in the moist nostrils or lungs. The moisture would awaken the alien out of its cystic sleep. A water drop left on a tomato after cleaning would be a welcome landing spot for Titan soil. A single particle of Titan soil activated by the drop of water could take over the tomato.”

“We are all Titan alien puppets. We only didn’t notice, because for the most part, they don’t interfere with us. They let us do, whatever we normally do. We are simply meaningless to their goals like dirt on mother earth is to our daily lives. We let the dirt lie on the ground and go about our business.”

“However, if we act against their goals, they control us. I have come here to the atmospheric station to trigger the emergency protocol – blow up everything. Yet, I am unable to push the button. I was unable to pull the trigger to kill you. The Titan aliens have a purpose. I expected that they sent you to finally kill me, so that I could no longer struggle to stop their plan.”

“Obviously, as a mere human, I cannot expect to understand their plans. It is simply puzzling, why a moon would consist entirely of aliens. This planet solely consists of the Titan dirt. These are googols of Titan aliens. Imagine the overcrowded conditions of a plant that solely consisted of human beings, no ground to stand on, no food to eat, no tools to play with. Is this a kind of prison planet and the good aliens are alive in a far away world? I have no clue, what they could be up to.”

The three had sprawled out in the maintenance shaft. They were sitting on the cold and bare floor with there legs stretched out white. The metal body of the turbine was above them. The maintenance shaft was meant to reach the underside of the turbine. Rubin played with the Browning in between his legs. Riley was solemn. She listened to the science talk that was a little bit over her head. Zorg’s head was red from intense thinking. His eyes darted the room with Brownian motion. His gazes darted around like fly flying in a random self reversing pattern.

“Rubin, I think that I know what they are up to. That’s why we are here. A woman appeared out of nowhere. She says that she is called Beth and was a vice president of Umbrella Corporation. However, if what you say is true, she could merely be a piece of grass. She could be a piece of grass that was water. A Titan alien landed on a water drop. The Titan alien took control of the grass, changed the DNA, and transformed it into Beth.”

“We know that Beth has evil plans. She wants to take over the world. Beth wants to kill or control all the world leaders. She is trying to take a few of us and turn us into irresistible sex toys. She designs creatures specifically for the kinky, secret desires of people. That’s how she wants to lure the world leaders into her control. Funny, our research station is called honey pot, like the bait to catch a bear.”

Riley’s eyes were wide open. She rattled Zorg’s arm with both her hands in fear. Zorg tried to shrug her off instinctively, as he was unable to clearly think with her pulling him.

“Zorg, we have to run away. We have to run for planet Earth. We have to escape Beth. We have to warn the world. We have to save the world. Zorg, you are a pilot. Let’s fly away.”

Rubin laughed sarcastically, yet was too desolate to explain his thoughts. He weakly let his head roll over to Zorgs direction.

“Zorg, I will die soon. There is no place to run for me. I have merely been left alive, because I was a pawn unimportant to the chess game. As a dead man, I have one last wish. I have never felt another man’s penis. I am not gay. I am simply so curious, what it feels like. I have often wondered, if another man’s penis feels like mine to touch. I have often wondered, if the pleasure that I can give to myself, I can give to another penis. Please, Zorg let me see and touch your penis.”

Zorg looked at the floor for a bit. Then, he pushed his body weight on his arms to move his butt sideways across the rough concrete. His naked bottom had left a v-shaped wet stain on the concrete. Zorg sitting now side by side with Rubin lifted his white lab coat to show his sex. The flaccid penis was hanging casually over the sack with two balls. Rubin peaked intently at the arrangement. Rubin observed the foreskin across the penis and how the foreskin ended in a circle with rumpled skin. He looked at the hairs the stood out of the balls like crooked weeds. He looked at the crinkles that were tightly packed next to each other and ran across the scrotum. He watched how slowly out of their own power, the left ball shifted as the scrotum loosened a bit.

Rubin pushed his own pants and underwear down to mid thigh. He held his own penis in his hand. His penis had light pink highlights. Zorg’s penis had dark brown highlights. Both penises had a few sun spots that were stretched into an oval shape over the skin. Rubin cautiously reached for Zorg’s penis to feel the smooth skin. He pinched the penis down with his thumb. Zorg’s penis really felt like jell-o in the flaccid state, just like his own penis.

Rubin pulled back on the foreskin slowly and carefully. The skin penis head was slightly moist. That made the foreskin stick to the head. Pulling the foreskin back looked like pulling wet sticky dough apart. The smooth penis head with the pee hole showed now clearly. This is a king of the penis. It looks the most lustrous and is the center of sexual pleasure.

Rubin grabbed the whole penis mindfully and firmly. He wanted to feel what it was like to hold another man’s penis, if it felt as powerful as it felt holding his own penis. He could feel Zorg’s penis slowly stiffening and growing in his palm. He enjoyed the feeling for a moment. He gave Zorg time to deal with his queasiness of getting hard, while a man was touching his penis.

Then, Rubin’s curiosity took over. He leaned forward on his elbows to smell the penis and the balls. In his youth, when the first homo had hit on him, he had smelled a vile smell from the man that he had assumed to come from their erect penises. Zorg’s penis smelled good and fresh, a little bit flowery from the soap.

With Rubin’s face so close to Zorg’s penis, Rubin had to taste. So, he carefully stuck his pointed tongue out. The tip of the tongue touched Zorg’s penis. The taste could only be described as penis taste. So, often had he wondered what a penis would taste like. He wasn’t attracted to other men’s penises. He wanted to know, what his penis tasted like. Yet, as he is unable to get his mouth on his own penis, tasting Zorg’s penis is the closest thing to tasting his own penis.

The little tip of his tongue on Zorg’s penis discovered how smooth the penis skin is. Rubin was intrigued to sample it. He had often watched the girls go down on him. He had watched her large mouth wrapped around his penis. He had waited for the doggie eyes to look up at him, while continuing to service him. While he had relished the pleasure, he had secretly wondered, what it would feel like to feel a cock in his mouth as well.

Rubin gave into his intrigue. He opened his mouth. His lips wrapped around the head of Zorg’s penis. He pushed his face further down toward the crotch. He only got an inch and a half past the penis head. He was surprised how quickly his mouth had filled and how much penis was left out in the cold. He closed his mouth around Zorg’s penis. Now, he tongue started exploring and feeling its way around the penis. Zorg’s penis was completely hard by now. Zorg was giving into the pleasure of a moist warm cave around his penis with queasy reservation.

Rubin’s research fever got the better of him. He wanted to find out, how deep he could take the cock down his throat. Would he be able to suppress his gag reflex? Without warning. He moved his head closer to Zorg’s crotch. The penis entered his mouth. He felt the head of the mouth pushing against the back of his throat. A sensation of pulling traveled down to his stomach. He took a breath to tell his body that it was okay to feel the stomach so intensely.

His eyes cried a bit. Yet, he was proud and happy to ride on the first wave of gag reflex. So, he kept moving his mouth further down. To kiss the pubic bone was the cherished goal. That goal was so close in front of his eyes. Yet, he knew that it might be impossibly out of his reach. His stomach started pumping. The gag reflex had kicked in. He moved his teeth involuntarily. Iron determination kept his head in the same position, while his body struggled against Zorg’s penis is Rubin’s throat.

Rubin simply had to give up and pull back. He neatly licked up the copious saliva that his body had instantly created. Rubin wondered what to do next. Zorg wanted more of the pleasure that he had felt, yet he did not dare asking for more from another man. Both of them were straight after all.

Riley had come close to watch her first exposure to male on male sexuality. She gave them respectfully space to do their own thing, yet was close enough to catch every detail and nuance. They had become a close and intimate circle.

Now, Rubin pulled down Zorg’s penis and let the erection flick it instantly back into position. He had been curious for a long time, what it would be like to play with this rubber like reset of an erect penis. A second time, he pulled Zorg’s penis as low as it would be, if it were hanging down flaccid. He released Zorg’s penis. Zorg’s penis snapped up and hit Zorg’s stomach with a thud, before it went back to its upward angled erect position.

Rubin got of his stomach to move his own penis to touch Zorg’s penis. This was the most male on male or gay thing in the universe. He wanted to feel the smoothness of the other penis with his own smooth penis skin. Then, he laid his penis against Zorg’s penis, so that the penises were touching each other from the bottom to the tip. He moved Riley’s head to the penises. Riley hovered for a moment right in front of them.

Then, she took both penis heads into her mouth. Her mouth was pulled wide apart. Rubin had a funny high school joke about a wide mouthed frog flash across this mind. Next he surrendered to the pleasurable feeling of a moist warm mouth cave on his penis gently and pleasurefully sucking. Riley wrapped bother her hands around the two shafts, like a ceremonial flag bearer carries the flag pole ahead holding on with both hands. She moved her hands up and down.

Rubin and Zorg avoided touching each others upper body, hands, and face out of straight man’s respect. They also avoided looking at each other. Thus, they sunk the focus of their senses at their touching penises and Riley giving them lip service at the same time. They ejaculated about the same time. They felt the pulsing of the other man’s penis. They were a bit embarrassed about their own signs of ejaculation, because it was a sign that they had enjoyed the gay experience. Riley swallowed their see hole. They all rolled over to lie on the ground next to each other with Riley cuddled in the middle. They enjoyed the feelings of afterglow pulsing through their bodies and senses.

Time moved on. Rubin pulled out a bag with his army ration provisions. Filling their stomachs after the hike and love making felt so nourishing. Zorg and Riley cemented their resolve to escape off world and stop the human apocalypse. Rubin surrendered to eventually being killed by the aliens one way or another. He decided to hole out in the meteorology station. He thought it plausible that he was discarded as a useless pawn at the side of the chess board. In that case, he would eventually starve to death, when the food ran out.

The heavy turbine overhead crackled again. It engaged itself. The vibration travelled through the legs of the turbine into the concrete to rattle the threesome. They could feel the vibration in the skull. The head that had been leaning lazily against the concrete wall was now rattling against the hard surface. Toad rose with resolve and offered his hand to Riley. Rubin simply rolled on his stomach and let his head fall onto the bag with the army rations. He surrendered to the vibration as if it were a massage bed.

Outside the door was a peaceful night world. The research colony at the bottom of the crater looked like the idyllic smurf village that was hidden out of sight of the evil Gargamel. One would have expected the singular line of smoke rising out of an extinguished evening fire as the fairy books like to paint the happy villages. Toad and Riley stepped ahead. They found the beginning of the switchbacks leading back down into the crater.

As they entered the suburban street leading to the research tower, they treaded carefully. They ducked their head, as if a lowered head would make them invisible. The early morning hours were there. Dawn had not yet cracked the sky. Yet, one could feel the tension in the air of the sun coming any moment. The suburban houses were quiet. There were no lights on. The staff tended to come to work at a casual hour.

Riley tugged on Toad’s white lab coat: “Hey, I need something form my house.”

“No, let’s go and avoid the risk of capture.”

“We need this to get past the guards.”

“How do you know the guards, you have never been up there.”

“I just know. Follow me.”

The door to her house and the little stoop in front of it were so familiar to Riley. She stepped into the house. It felt eerily empty without Zorg as the dog trotting toward her. The human Zorg behind her was a lot less happy and cheery and a lot more tense and rushed. She missed the warm smooth white fur and the warm slippery tongue. She found her way to her bedroom. She handed Zorg her white bathroom robe. Of course, it was way too short. However, he looked like a kinky stripper in the white lab coat. With the white bathroom robe, he looked like a boxer strutting around and punching at the air to show off.

Toad had to wait with his back turned to Riley. Riley was split naked. Her young eighteen year old body was perky, happy, and wan. She slipped a baby powder blue panty over her butt. In the front, it had a star painted over her clitoris: “I am a star.” The back had written over her butt “juicy.” She pulled a cheerleader mini skirt over. The skirt was white. A dark thick line followed the edge of the fabric. Over her right thigh was a cut for the whole length of the skirt to let her step. To sheets of fabric were folded over at the cut for visual protection, yet to tease the onlooker over the possibility of the fabric slipping far enough to provide a look.

On top, she wore an athletic bra and a tight white t-shirt “Go Panthers.” She rolled the baby powder blue socks all the way up to her knees. She put her feet into sneakers. She looked like a bundle of energy and spunk. She pulled her hair into a pony tail. Two condoms went hiding under her bra.

Riley bounced into the air lifted by the memory of her cheerleading days: “Let’s go Zorg.”

The sun had cracked over the crater ridge. Everything looked slightly orange. With a new sense of urgency, Toad and Riley jogged across the suburban street. Toad opened the research tower door with shaking hands. When they reached the speed elevator to the top, he was relieved to have made it past the risky points.

The shuttle was waiting under a cover of dust. Toad entered the pilot cabin. The batteries were a bit discharged. The fuel tank still had half a load of oxygen. He pressed the passenger button for Riley to step into the passenger compartment. Riley entered the familiar passenger compartment. It was a round room. The seats were along the wall. The center had a round railing for people to hold onto. The door closed behind her.

Toad hit the start button. The spaceship rumbled. Then, Riley felt the acceleration pushing her down into her seat. She felt the skin in her face pulling down. Her stomach hit the bottom of her torso. Her boobs pulled down like on an octogenarian. She struggled to keep her head up. Toad had accelerated past civilian safety levels. Riley started seeing black dots moving in crisscross patterns in front of her eyes. She tried to lift an arm, yet the arm was glued to her thigh. The black dots turned into splotches. She tried to scream out to Toad, yet her jaw was pulled down. Her tongue weighed a ton. She was unable to motion her mouth. Finally, her neck gave up and her head was pressed against her chest.

The weight began to lift off her body like a bad dream. She felt light, lighter, and light like a feather. She felt herself floating up. She felt her boobs lifting up and expanding without gravity pulling on them anymore. The blood came pumping out of her legs, where it had pooled. She felt light headed. She looked out of the window. The bright Titan surface was beneath. The pitch black sky was above. The research station was distant and tiny. The way station to the long distance space shuttle was nearing. Toad went slowly to dock correctly.

“Riley, we are docked now. How do we get past the guards?”

“In life, you gotta throw cunt at it!”

Riley unclipped the seat belt. She pushed herself off the ground. Like a diver under water, she reached with both arms forward. The hands grasped the air lock. She pulled herself threw and emerged into inside of the large cube shaped space station. The two security inspectors were sitting behind their desk. They were large framed. Their faces were dark. Their noses were dark knolls that looked to have been smashed in during a previous fight. They looked at her motionless. The black suit and white shirt was clean yet made them look filthy regardless.

Riley held with both hands onto the edge of the manhole sized entrance. She squatted with her feet. She pushed herself off with her feet hard. Then, she put one leg straight in front and one back, as if it were the middle of a stride. She made sure that she would rotate forward and down as she flew across the cube. The guards got a good look at her. With every rotation, there was a point, where the guards could look under her skirt and look at her tight undie: “I’m a star.”

Riley reached her arms back behind her head. She arched back, until her hands could get a hold of her foot. Her boobs were pushed out. Now she was a wheel rolling through weightless space. She stretched both knees straight, so that she was flying with the splits. Her skirt was now wide open from the splits. The security inspectors sat motionless. Yet, there minds were wondering about her pussy, and if they would be able to see a bit of her pussy extending past the panties.

A soft landing at the opposite wall had Riley sprawl on her back, as if she were raking on a bed during a burlesque show. Her legs were spread open. Her arms reached out and back in a V. She pushed herself off the wall towards the inspectors. She pretended to stalk on her hands and knees like a tiger. Her lips formed a luscious kiss into the air. Her hips swayed sideways. She interrupted herself to push her boobs together to make them look full with the melons touching on the inside.

She pretended innocent clumsiness, when her body crashed into the head of the right security inspector. She wrapped her legs around his chest and buried his face on her stomach. The lips of the crude bull were kissing her naval button. She could feel his breath against her skin. His head was like in a cave made of Riley. The other security officer turned to the side to see her.

“I am so sorry. I am not used to weightlessness. Please, steady me.”

The security officer reached for the nearest thing, her skirt. She had been waiting for that. She slid the skirt over her hips. She kicked her white sneakers off. She pushed herself off the security guard. Before she was out of his reach, she pushed the sole of her feet into his face. He got to smell cute, warm, most, and smelly teenager foot, before she floated away in her panties.

“Oh you brute, you take off the clothes of an innocent young girl,” breathed Riley erotically and finished with a blown kiss.

She stretched her legs out in a V in front of her and reached for them. She looked like a cheerleader jumping into the air to grab her feet. She looked delicious with her knee high socks and the innocent panties. The security inspectors threw her the retriever line. She caught it. She outstretched arms around it and pulled herself forward. She wrapped her thighs around the rope to look her position in place and push her pussy against the rop.

She stopped her motion to wrap the rope in circles around her belly. The security inspectors paused for a moment. When, they continued pulling, the rope set Riley into a sideward spin. The guards pulled harder. Riley was spinning like a gyroscope. She tugged her knees into her chest and did a sidewinder motion. Now, she was spinning with her butt leading the way. She pulled her panties sideways to show her pussy: “Do you think you can catch this with your pole?”

The right security guard finally motioned. He pushed himself out of the seat that had secured in space. As he was flying like superman towards Riley, he opened his suit jacket and zipper. He got his brown erect penis out. It seemed odd like a penguin in a tuxedo. Just before he was going to plunge his meat into Riley, she waved her finger in a no-no motion in front of her face. She reached into her bra, pulled out the condom, and handed it to the security officer. It was a bit of trick to reach the condom in her hand, because she kept rotating.

With a sliver of blue on his penis and a rubber band at the bottom of his shaft, he stabbed his pelvis forward. The penis only touched the outside of her vagina. He loved it regardless. The push sent Riley flying out of his reach toward another wall. Riley was slick wet on the outside of her pussy. The strong musky men turned her on.

The other security officer left his secure seat to fly across the room with speed. He got to the wall before Riley. He called out with breathless excitement: “Condom. Condom.” Riley reached into her bra. She pulled out the second condom. He captured her. While he was busy rolling the condom down his penis, she pulled her panties of and sent them drifting into space. With the condom secure, he aimed his penis at her entrance and pushed himself inside of her all the way. She gasped deeply. He grunted. She went flying back into the center of the cube.

The security inspector on the other side, swiftly climbed along the wall to the point that Riley was expected to land. Riley aligned her body too fly with the mouth leading the way. She opened her mouth so wide that uvula was visible, the thing hanging down, way inside. Her mouth, tongue, and lips provided a welcoming orifice. The security guard pushed his erect penis down to be perpendicular. Her mouth quickly consumed the penis. The momentum of her entire weight pushed her mouth down to the bottom of the shaft. The head of the penis went deep down her throat. It all went so quickly that it went in all the way. Riley gagged hard. She pushed herself off in reflex. Now, she was flying back to the other wall.

“Bomb,” Riley screamed as if she were to warn bystanders of a pool that she would splash the water high. Her knees were hugged onto her boobs. Her arms were wrapped her knees. Her vulva lurked behind her thighs. The socked feet were next to her butt. She smiled brightly. The security inspector nervously shifted left, right, up, and down to position his penis in the perfect place. Swoosh, his penis went in deep right away. Her vagina was so wet and slippery.

“The teeny bopper soccer is fun. However, without gravity, we can’t thrust into you.”

The security inspector pulled the remaining clothes of her body. She was naked and captured by the two black suits. Still with his penis inside of her, he put her hands behind her back into a hold. The security inspector moved his cargo towards the desk. He put her inside of one of the cages on the desk. The cages were ordinarily used to keep belongings during a suit case inspection from flying around the room. The cage was barely large enough for Riley to fit in her fetal position.

The other guard joined them. The first guard had begun fucking Riley’s pussy. Riley’s butt was against the mesh of her cage. The mesh wire pressed squares into the flesh of her butt. The soles of her feet were also pressing against the mess of the cage. The other guard lifted her head to the side. With her mouth looking towards the outside of the cage, He started fucking her mouth.

The guards’ fingers were clutching onto the cage with force. They were hammering their cocks inside of Riley’s mouth and vagina. Riley’s emotions were stirred up from the intensity of their domination. Yet, being made love to in a savage way by thugs in suits was a turn on as well. Riley moaned and cried, as she was this little bundle inside the cage. The guards were breathing and laboring heavily.

Within five minutes, the security inspectors stopped breathing with immense tension. When they snapped for air again, Riley knew that they had ejaculated. The security inspector slumped motionless into relaxation and post orgasm bliss. Without holding onto anything, they slowly floated into the room.

Riley did the flight of shame, when she collected her clothing that was floating each with its own direction and velocity through the room. I bet you never saw panties bouncing off the wall like a basket ball. She rushed to get dressed before the pussy starved security inspectors would com to. She went back to Toad. The two soared across the cube to the long distance space shuttle in a clandestine fashion.

The two security inspectors came back alive. Yet, their response was uncoordinated and sluggish. Toad slammed the air lock shut before they even got near. Toad gave Riley the interspace sleeping pill. The flight would be 36 hours. It was best to sleep during the flight. Toad hit the auto-pilot button to send them back to earth. Then, he took his own sleeping pill.

A last look down to the research station showed a burst of flames and explosion. Rubin had apparently finally gotten over his inhibition. Whatever had stopped him apparently had left and allowed him to execute his plan. Beth, her evil plan, and the Titan aliens were safely thwarted from making it to earth.

The blackness of sleep came quickly over Riley. It took a bit more to start seeing in her dream. In her dream, she started seeing blotches of her environment among the black. Apparently, she was in the basement of an elegant old home or business, possibly royal. The stairs were made from dark almost black wood with carefully turned details. The stairs and floor had carpet that was old and deluxe. It was covered with royal seals, fleur-de-lis, and medieval symbols. A heavy lantern hung from the ceiling.

Riley was at the end of a small delegation. She could not tell, if the delegation was a tourist group visiting a historic sight or a business group meeting in a venerable business. The group left to the ground floor without noticing that she was left behind. Without supervision, she felt free to explore. She looked around the antique tables and cabinets. Under the stairs was a passage into a secret room. It was uncovered. She could see the light from the other room floating through.

She dug low under the stair case to get into the other room. It was a dining room with a large antique wooden table. Dinner utensils had been prepared for one. In an upscale fashion, the plate stood on top of another plate. Utensils were correctly distributed to the left and right with a fabric napkin. Behind the table was a simply kitchen.

A man stood there looking at Riley. The man was short, old, and had gray hair. He looked very venerable like a lord. He wore a gold seal ring on his fingers. He posture and gestures were impeccable. He warmly motioned Riley a welcome. At the same time, he motioned her to leave this private chamber as well.

In a blitz, Riley realized that this was the number one guy in service of the arch evil. This man was the accountant and henchman for the arch evil, while the arch evil was safe in the desolate icy plains of the North Pole. Riley knew that it was her time to jump to action. In an odd impulse, her first reaction was to run.

She ran back under the stair way and into the other room. A motley crew of large, small, friendly, and terrifying dogs charged at her. A large, mid thigh high dog was going to maul her within seconds. Riley remembered to stop resisting and the dogs would simply hold her instead of maiming her. She remembered not to show fear or the dogs would attack her. Frozen in place, she stopped moving. She tried to keep her fear and trembling in place, as she felt the dog’s slippery and large mouth on her forearm. She felt the teeth. The dog moved her arm deep into her mouth.

Her forearm went so deep that it went past the last tooth. The dog locked its jaws shut with Riley’s arm stuck behind the last tooth. The other dogs surrounded her. The accountant and henchman moved in. He persuaded to dog to let the jaw relax. While her arm was being freed, Riley felt a warm, prickly, yet irritating sensation in her butt. The sensation rapidly grew more intense, until she realized that one of the tiny little white fluffy yappy dogs had jumped up and sunk its itsy bity teath into her ass. With desperation, she tried to calmly tell the accountant to remove the dog as well. The accountant was too occupied with the dog around her forearm. Riley silently panicked too afraid to call out with more emphasis, lest she show her fear and all the dogs jump on her.

The tension was still with Riley, when the dream faded. She started seeing the numbers again: “6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20…”

Riley wriggled her body violently to wake up. She opened her eyes. She was in a clean, neat, and white hospital room. Stiff, clear plastic was all around her bed like mosquito netting. The sheets were soft, warm, yet thin. Toad was lying inside of a clear plastic cube himself in a bed next to her. A nurse looked in through a large glass window and took notes. Her head looked up at them and then down at the clip board.

The nurse pushed a button to talk to them. The intercom made the warm caring nurse sound mechanic. The nurse welcomed them back to earth. She explained to them that they would have to live in isolation for a year. There was too much DNA experimentation on the research station that doctors would not be able to determine minor yet detrimental viral epidemics that they may carry.

The first days were straining with doctors, scientists, and security researchers interviewing them over and over. After a month, the days had turned into boredom. At least, they had computers that allowed them to catch up on news and chat with long missed friends.

One day, Riley started entering the sequence of numbers from her dream. As the numbers repeated each night, every morning she would enter the section of the sequence. Toad teased her about the meaningless numbers. Yet, Riley noticed that the numbers were very consistent every day. She wondered, how she could remember such numbers.

A spark of an idea suggested that it was perhaps a program. She changed the extension of the file from .txt to .exe. Then, she double clicked the file. The wireless Internet connection started blinking wildly. Her computer became sluggish and slow. A window popped up.

“Control over human networks….100%”

“Control over human businesses….100%”

“Control over human military….100%”

“Terminate project Riley…NOW”

Riley turned into a ripe red tomato. The tomato seemingly hovered in the air, before gravity accelerated the tomato to the floor. The ripe tomato burst a rip into its skin as it hit the ground.

To drive day blow into something means to make something last until sunrise.

It is an expression of the feeling of having turned over a whole night of partying, the beauty of the sun rise, the ambiance change between dark and light at a party. It is a point of recognition of the last remaining hard core party animals that have not yet retired.

The origin of 'blow' in the expression is ambiguous. It could have originated from desert rave parties, where the warming sun caused wind to pick up. It could also express the feeling of sunrise blowing one's mind after the preceding morning hours are typically filled with zombie like stupor from the proceeding hours.

We drove day blow into the song. (We partied all night, until the sunrise made the song at the moment really stand out.)

We drove day blow into the camp fire. (We kept partying around a campfire until the sun came up.)

Let's drive day blow into this set.

I drove day blow into my eyes last night studying. (I studied all night yesterday until the sun came up.)

I have met many business men proud that they could do a hundred things at the same time. The sad truth is that they only completed one task, if they were lucky. I’d rather be the man who does only one thing at a time and completes a hundred.

I have met many workers proud to achieve a hundred tasks. Sadly, they never even realized that they never won the war. I’d rather be the man, who does only one task, the one that wins the war.

In spring of 1298 AD, the Abbey of Saint Gall rose to power of the village St.Gallen. The monastery with its church, dorm, and library rested at the head of the valley. A lovely stream passed the monastery on its way to the village of little houses. The houses were in all different shapes and periods facing every which way the builder had deemed best at the moment. The forest at the boundary of the village and meadows reached up into the high Alpine mountains. The bare rocky mountain tips were the furthest the inhabitants could see.

Bernard was in his monk cell. The walls and floor were large granite rock rectangles. The only things in the cell were a straw cot and a rough hewn blanket. Bernard was kneeling on the night-cold stone floor. Both of his hands were holding a wooden board. He smashed the wooden board against his forehead: “Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus (Outside the Church there is no salvation).” He looked at the wooden board. A fresh drop of red blood was there. The old blood had dried in different shades. The borders of the blood blotches were darker.

He repeated the rite once more. Then, he lay down the wooden board and laid himself down in his cot. He wrapped his body tightly into the rough brown blanket. The endorphins, the body’s natural painkillers, were rushing in. The body temperature dropped as the body responded to the pain of the rite. He shivered and began sweating. The shivering provided a cool release of the tension in his life. He felt nurtured by the warm blanket. A cozy, peaceful sleep came over him.

The mighty church tower rang the five in the morning bells. Five bell rings vibrated throughout the monastery and the near village. Bernard rose from his bed. He was still wearing his monk robe, a brown sack with a hood and white hip cord. He folded his hands into the sleeves of the opposite arm to keep them warm. The only room heated in the monastery was the heating room and the infirmary.

He left his cell. He walked down the spiral stair case. The walls were heavy granite rocks. They were cold and pulled all warmth out of the air. Even his footsteps were soft, the echo of the flap-flap echoed through the walls. The darkness of the night made him see everything in weak shades of gray. Yet, he knew is way around the familiar monastery. He stopped in front of dean Philippe’s door. A faint candle light flickered its light through the keyhole and gap at the bottom of the door. Bernard knocked.

“The one who knocks shall be received,” said dean Philippe inside the room. Bernard opened the door. The candle on Philippe’s desk painted the room orange and cave like. Philippe’s hands were holding a book. A bed with linen sheets was in the corner. A plate with a white chocolate cake rested on the desk next to the pen. Bernard kneeled in the door frame with his head bowed down until Philippe expressed mercy and allowed full entrance and the comfort of a simple wooden chair.

“I see on your forehead that you have been working on your piety. The wounds will heal soon. But tell me, do you still feel the pain?”

“Yes, father, it still hurts.”

“Do you remember the story of Jesus walking on Lake Genezareth? He told his disciple to follow him. Yet, the disciple looked at himself and sank. When he looked at Jesus, he could walk on the water again. It is the same with you, dear Bernard. As long as you look at yourself, you will feel the pain. When you can look completely on Jesus, you will feel no pain. Until then, you live in sin without faith. You must repent before death can take you away. To show your sincerity, I want you to think of a way to repent.”

“Yes, father. I shall only eat from the scraps leftover of other monks for the next month to vow my freedom of earthly ties.”

“So, shall it be.”

“Dean Philippe, you have always advocated open discourse. May, I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Bernard.”

“Last week, you had a monk whipped for three hours, because of his indulgence of sprinkling cinnamon on his oatmeal. I see that you have a chocolate frosted cake on your desk. I do not understand?”

“Bernard, when you have a solid as a faith as mine, no temptation can touch you anymore. So, you have to bring the devil into your very cell to give you the most precious temptations. Only that can challenge your faith. Only challenge lets you strengthen your faith. I will eat this cake and the evil one will tempt me to denounce my vow of poverty. Yet, I will rise above it and eat the cake without giving into the desire to indulge. Bernard, it is time to hasten to the chapel for the Prime (6 am service).”

“Thank you, father.”

They walked down the hallway into the medicinal herb garden. The fresh scent of rosemary crossed their noses. The high mountains above the monastery had their tips already lighted by the coming sunrise. A couple birds were roused to chirp by the monk. More monks joined them at the door to the chapel. Their walk had slowed to shuffling steps in the mass of brown hooded man. Once inside the church, the mass of people dissipated as monks were leaving the central aisle to enter the black hard benches.

The lector began reciting the Latin mass. He was inside a white tower with a little roof at the front of the church. Sculptures of golden angels were flying above him. The stained colored tall baroque windows recounted a scene of the dead Christ stabbed into the side with a spear, a scene of Jonas being spewed out by the whale, and a scene of Moses receiving the ten Commandments. The pit of the church was lined by seats with tall wooden dividers between them. The highest religious leaders of the monastery would sit up front. Their bodies were completely hidden by the dividers. Only their knees and feet protruded to be visible. Even these limbs were covered by the same brown sack clothes as all the others, making them anonymous.

Bernard abruptly raised his head. He realized that his head had slowly lowered itself as he nodded off. The sleep was heavy on his eyes. The blood had drained his head from sitting. His finger nails scratched over the palm of the opposite hand. They left a white line in his pink flesh. He pinched his finger tips. The pinches did little to dispel the sleepy air out of him. For this problem, he had a small knife with him. He cut short quarter inch lines into the back of his hand to stay awake. Older cuts had healed into skinny white scars.

The monk next to Bernard opened his prayer book. He flipped to page eighty three. There was a slip of loose paper with a sketch in it. It was the primitive outline of a woman. A circle was the head. The hair was a curved line on both sides of her head. Notably, two circles on her chest stood for the breast. A cross hatched triangle at the bottom of the torso marked her sex. The monk reached his hand under his robe into his crotch.

Bernard tried to look away and focus on the lector. Yet, his eyes involuntarily peaked down at the drawing. They had to know. Was this girl like the girl that he remembered growing up in the village? Was this by rare chance the girl that had warmly hugged him after he had stumbled in school and bruised his knees? Was this the girl that had the purest blue eyes? Would that girl from school have breasts like these under her clothes as well? Bernard felt an erection despite the cold air. The stick figure naked woman and the memories of his school affection had aroused him.

When the sun had completely risen and flooded the chapel with light, the lector left his podium. The monks rose silently and shuffled to their morning chores. Bernard felt guilty. The mere thought of desire of a woman was adultery. This morning, he had adultered and perverted that innocent girl from his school. He felt horrible about hurting her. So, he took the path of penance.

The path of penance started at the back of the chapel. It was a trail that leads into the forest. The steep slope quickly gained altitude. Bernard looked back down at the abbey and the village. He felt like he had a good overview and was more in control of his life by seeing the big picture. The pine trees were large and towering around him. The wind whispered through the tips of them in an eerie woohoo. The dirt and rocks under his feet made a grinding sound as his weight pressed down on them.

The first stop was a shrine to Saint Abbo Fleury, who had written a passion about the martyrdom of Saint Edmund. Bernard kneeled on the sharp pebbles in front of the shrine. He prayed for forgiveness for his carnal desires earlier in mess. He tried to remedy the ill that he had done to Katherine, the school girl, by praying for her health. May, your arms be blessed with health. May, your legs be blessed with health. As he blessed her legs, he remembered an incident.

Katherine had been excited to fetch a certain wild flower for the teacher. The teacher was teaching botany and needed a specimen for demonstration. It was a dandelion. The teacher wanted to show us the little seeds. Katherine had jumped up from her chair. As she jumped out of the classroom, she had miscalculated the steps outside of it. She fell flat on her face. Her dress had risen up and over her, so that the bottom of it was resting on her back. As she lay face down, her whole legs were bare to the students looking out. She was exposed up to her panties. Those young, tender white legs had a bit of baby fat. The butt cheeks were firm under the panties. He had often thought about running kisses up and down the legs and feeling her butt cheeks with his lips through the panties.

Bernard rose. He walked to the next shrine. The shrine was hammered into a two man high outcropping of rock. This shrine belonged to Edmund the Martyr, who had been killed by Vikings. Bernard prayed for forgiveness of his earlier memory of Katherine’s legs. He repented by praying for Katherine’s life to be filled with joy and happiness. He remembered the time that he saw her at her happiest. She had been gleaming with joy that she had seen him naked. She had uttered the devious and forbidden word with a gushing passion: “I saw your penis.”

Before school, Bernard had taken a bath at the creek a little outside the village. His clothes had been resting on a rock safely away from the sprinkling of the creek as it splashed over the rocks. He was sitting naked in the creek splashing water over his head, when he thought that he had heard giggling. Then, he had discounted his hearing. After she had told him, she imagined her hiding behind a tree. He imagined her watching his naked body. He imagined her watching his butt cheeks, inspecting the clef between his butt cheeks, as he jumped head first into a swimming hole. He imagined her telling the other girls in class about the white stout shaft of his penis and the shriveled up scrotum from the cold water. He imagined the girls visualizing their interpretations of his penis as they looked at him during class break.

Bernard tore himself away from the shrine and his rampant fantasy. He walked as fast as he could so that the pang in his lungs may stop the sinful thoughts. The shrine for Saint Gratus of Aosta quickly appeared at the edge of an idyllic clearing in the forest. The grass grew freely in the clearing with wildflowers dotting the green. A couple of deer were grassing on the far side. Bernard fell to his knees and silently cried for mercy from the temptations. He blessed Katherine with safety from the dangers of war and thugs. He remembered the night that the village was ransacked by a warring neighboring village. The formation of the Swiss federation was filled with battles for political power. All the children were huddled in the only school room. Katherine had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Her hair had fallen into his face. The long strands of hair were wafting the smell of female and youth into his nose. She smelled like nothing else he had smelled before. The hair tickled his face a bit, yet he surrendered to that feeling. Her chest pushed against his arm gently as she inhaled. He felt the warmth of her body creeping into his skin and warming his heart. His mind started feeling drowsy, yet happy about feeling her. Once she shifted a bit and her ragdoll hand fell into his lap. Her hand squarely landed on his pants covering his penis. He did not dare moving.

Outside, weapons were making sounds hitting each other. Men were yelling taunts and orders. Inside, he felt her soft little hand resting on his penis through his pant fabric. He felt so much tender love that his penis grew hard. Katherine was innocently sleeping, while he was flushed with lust. All his limps felt alive and vibrating sensuously.

The door barged open. An out of breath man in armor with a sword announced that the attackers were running. We were safe. Katherine roused. She felt his erection with her hand. He blushed with deep embarrassment. She looked tenderly into his eyes. He looked back into her blue eyes. They were clear. He could see the dark blotches in her iris. He felt the tenderness and love that his parents never gave him. A tear ran down his face. Katherine’s face reacted with deep empathy for Bernard’s hard life as a boy, who had to be tough. All the while, her hand was still resting on his erect penis.

Bernard rose up from the shrine. He had a raging erection under his monk robe. He stepped behind a large tree trunk. He reached his penis. He imagined that it were Katherine’s hand. He dreamed what her soft warm touch on his sex would feel like. He could almost see her blue eyes and mischievous smile hovering in front of his face, as she would jack him off. He had looked at those red pinkish lips often enough to remember their shape, how they were evenly thin, how the crooks of the lips would move around for her different faces. He furiously rubbed his penis behind the tree. Desire had completely overtaken him. He could feel that Katherine’s happy, cheerful, and innocent spirit overtook all of his guilt, inadequacy, and struggling.

His penis spurted white gobs of semen that fell onto the brown forest soil with sullen thumps. He looked at his gelatinous white semen on the ground. There was a last drop at the tip of his penis. He squeezed the urethra of the penis to push out additional drops of semen. He wiped them against the rough, crumbling tree bark leaving his mark of sin. He was now overcome with immense guilt. He rushed back to the monastery.

As Bernard descended the path of penance, the monastery was busy in the morning light. Monks were chopping wood. Monks were carrying books to the famous library. Monks labored in the kitchen. Bernard found his way to a quiet patch of the medicinal herb garden. The supervising monk pointed out the section that he had to take care off. The neat beds were surrounded by stone slabs that were pushed into the ground. The stone slabs kept the weed away. Tanacetum patheniums were growing. The first crop of flowers has opened. The yellow flowers with white petals were thickly clustered. The dried flowers were medicine to reduce fewer, cure headaches, and ease arthritis.

Bernard enjoyed clipping the flower heads of the butt. The cheery flower and the tactile feeling of the plant provided a serene oasis in the austere monastery. He dropped the flowers into one cup. Occasionally, he would separate the lush stalks of the plant to pick a weed that had started to grow in the ground. The weed would be dropped on the tile next to him. One of the monks began a hymn to praise the good fortune of a beautiful day, surviving the rough winter, and the blessings of the lord. Bernard merrily joined the happy singing. The supervising monk merrily smiled at the good progress they were making to maintain the medicinal herb garden.

Dean Philippe stepped towering next to Bernard: “Come with me.” Another gardening monk silently moved to take Bernard’s cup with flowers and the weeds. Philippe’s robe was fluttering in the draft of his rapid steps. Bernard followed slightly ducking. As the passed the walkways of the abbey, the monks averted their gaze and stopping any momentarily pause to take an inhale. Philippe pushed open a heavy lumber door with sturdy iron hinges. The storage shed had a circle of monks surrounding two monks. One of the monks was red in the face with rapid twitchy movements. The other looked sullen and slouched.

“As the Dean, I shall speak justice. Brother Marcus you accuse Brother Dmitri of masturbation. That is a grave accusation for masturbation by clergy is worse than murder. We all know that the virgins are the wives of the one in heaven. Thus, to think of touching them in ones mind is like adultery against god. There can only be a harsh penalty. For the mercy of a harsh penalty may wipe clean the sin and allow passage to heaven. Brother Dmitir, do you admit your guilt?”

“Sir, Dean Philippe, I understand Brother Marcus’ suspicion. Though, I merely applied an herbal cream for my urinary infection. It may…”

“Well, enough, Brother Dmitri. We have an impasse. One of you is a liar. You all remember the story of Moses praying with his arms held up. He prayed all day. By nightfall his arms started sinking. An angel descended to lift up his arms, so he may continue until the grace of the one smiled on him.”

“(Continued) You two stand next to each other. Raise your arms parallel to the ground. Keep them there. Whoever benefits of the help of an angel to keep the arms up longer will be proven true.”

“Sir, Dean Philippe, Brother Marcus is much stronger than I am. He does a lot of physical labor.”

“Quiet, Brother Dmitri. Do you believe a man can be stronger than an angel? Of course not, if you are truly innocent, what do you worry? The angel will keep your arms up with no effort on your part.”

The two monks stood with their arms reached out at their side. Marcus was broad shoulder from working timber. He had a confident smile on his face. Dmitri was a timid library worker. His back was bent forward from copying books many hours of the day. His arms were shaking the moment that he had lifted them. A tear rolled down his face. The circle of monks assumed him guilty, because he clearly did not expect an angel to rescue him.

The last minute, Dmitri fought hard against his sagging arms. When his arms were inches away from touching the side of his hips, he gave up dejectedly. His clothes were stripped from him. He stood naked in the half light of the dark storage shed. His body was lean, so that his muscles were clearly defined. He may not be strong, yet his body clearly showed the six bulges of his abdominal muscles. His legs were sturdy and firm. His arms were slender and pleasant. His sex hang exposed from his crotch.

“Dmitri, tell us, whom did you fantasize about when you masturbated?”

“Nobody!”

Dean Philippe took a coiled single tail whip from a wall hanger. His strong hand gripped the single tail. The other hand uncoiled and smoothed the tip. He reached over his head and behind. Then, he flicked the single tail whip through the air. The loud bang of the whip snapping rattled the thin metal pots in the shed and the ears of the monk. The tip precisely landed on Dmitri’s right upper back. The skin split on impact leaving a red fluid mark. Dmitri cowered and turned away, while protecting his head with his hands.

“Who was in your fantasy?”

“Helen, Helen from the village!”

A smile swished over Dean Philippe’s face. He handed the whip to another monk and instructed five lashes as punishment. Dmitri would run into the corner away from the strikes. Yet, the monk followed him without mercy. Dmitri was naked like an animal with his bare bottoms, the manly bulges, showing to the monks. Eventually, he rolled up in the corner of the shed to receive the last lash that cracked his skin. Six straight flush-red lines were on his back and butt with a few drops of blood running out.

An anti-masturbation device was taken out of a drawer. It was a phallic leather pouch with spikes on it, which made it impossible to grasp the penis. Dean Philippe moved the torso of the hunched over Dmitri away. Dmitri lethargically yielded. Dean Philippe rustled through Dmitri’s pubic hair to pull out the fleshy, pale penis. He pulled the leather pouch over it. A leather string was run around the penis twice and tied to keep it in place. An opening at the tip of the pouch would allow urine to come out.

Dmitri was to fast for ten years to atone. Dean Philippe lead the congregation of monks out of the storage shed to join the Sext, the mess recited at the sixth hour of daylight, noon. Dmitri hurried to pull over his robe and follow the pious monks. The chapel was warm from the daylight. The cold harsh winter climate waned finally. The trees outside the chapel threw shadow patterns on the stained windows, making their colorful play with light even more engaging. Occasionally, a patch of sunlight moved onto Bernard’s hand. The bright light was tingling his skin in a wonderful way. The sun patches would leave and Bernard would wait for them to return, while the lector continued his Latin recitation.

The following lunch filled the refectory with monks, who were eager to eat their simple meal. To follow their vow of poverty, the food was grain based with a little meat, unless one was fasting. Today a porridge of oatmeal served as their sole nutrition. Thick serving spoonful loads were shaken on the plates of the monks. With enough chewing, the starches break down into sweet sugars.

Bernard did not have a plate today. He patiently waited for a monk to finish his meal. He would humbly ask, if he could clear his plate. Then, he’d rapidly scratch his fork back and force on the plate to recover any oatmeal slurry that had stuck to the plate. When another monk generously left over a spoonful of oatmeal, he would insist that the monk finish his meal, because accepting their generosity would invalidate his penance. Dmitri was standing in the corner, as he was unable to sit with the fresh skin cuts.

When the kitchen monks collected the dishes to wash them, Dean Philippe collected the monks from the earlier punishment. He prepared them to leave for the village. Bernard walked ahead of Dean Philippe holding up the banner of the abbey. The banner was hanging down from a large and heavy wooden stick. The coat of arms for the Abbey of Saint Gall was a walking black bear with a red tongue on a yellow background. The other monks followed.

There was a little wooden bridge over the creek to cross from the abbey land to the land of the village. Technically, the village was property of the abbey, yet the local villagers’ resistance often left them extra leeway. The word quickly spread that Dean Philippe was walking into the village. He was feared by the villagers. They knew his history.

Dean Philippe was the second son to a noble man. As the second son, he would inherit nothing. Only the first born son would become the next lord. Even before the transfer of power, when his father was still alive, he had to be removed from the court. His tyrannical escapades caused a great deal of commotion. His father bought Philippe the position of dean at the distant abbey to ensure his well being and distance. At the time, many leadership positions in the church were filled by extra children of noble people. In the wildest and most feverish dreams, a regular peasant could not expect to work his way from a lowly monk to become the pope.

The village had two story tall buildings that were finished and painted with much pride. The low angle roofs accumulated much snow in winter. The layer of snow would serve as further isolation from the cold. Brown-green wood shingles covered the roofs. White painted facades with wood porches lined the street, until the path became narrower towards the center of the village. Near the village center, the houses stood side by side with no more space for little gardens and porches.

Dean Philippe stopped in front of the house of the black smith. The wall was missing in front of the metal working place, so that the intense heat of the fire could more freely escape outside. A band of villagers lead by the mayor faced the monastery congregation. The mayor had a red ribbon sideways over his shoulder to signify his high office. The young lads and older gray hairs behind the mayor were holding sticks in their hands. Their faces were grim.

“Dean Philippe, what brings you into the village?”

“It is a matter of the Church. Do not dare interfering. Helen has been poisoned by an evil spirit. Make her come out and surrender to the Church’s exorcism.”

“She looked fine to me earlier today. What is your evidence?”

“Fine, we shall hold a court of justice. Let my monks bring her out.”

The monks except for Philippe, who firmly faced the mayor, and Bernard, who held the wavering church banner, stormed into the building. They pushed away the scared father. The noise of a table moving over the wood floor was heard in the building. A young woman screaming for help was heard. A minute later, the first monk appeared out of the blacksmith’s house with Helen. His hand grabbed her neck and pushed her in front of him. The young girl was in her early twenties. Curly blond hair fell over her shoulders. Her bosom was ripe as a pregnant hog’s. She was barefoot.

“The method of justice is this peace of bread and this peace of cheese. A monk will write the holy prayer on the piece of bread. Then, Helen has to swallow the bread and cheese whole. If an evil spirit possesses her, the spirit will make her choke. The spirit will try to fight against taking in the bread with the holy inscription.”

A monk drew the holy prayer on the piece of bread with an ink quill. The bread was wrapped around the lump of cheese. A cross was placed under her right foot. Her father was allowed to hold another cross over her head. Then, two monks held the helpless Helen. Another monk forced open her jaw and stuffed the food inside of her. He put the palm of his hand over her mouth to keep the food inside. Helen slowly chewed with her face hidden under the hand of the monk, except for her wide open eyes with fear.

The villagers were silent. Dean Philippe told the monk to pinch Helen’s nose, so that she was forced to swallow. Helen kept chewing a few times without her breath to liquefy the lump of food in her mouth. Yet, her face ran pale and she had to swallow. She attempted and the large lump made her choke. The fear had dried up her spit.

The villagers were tense. They were considering standing up for their own, yet afraid of the power of the church. Dean Philippe seized the moment, grabbed Helen and swiftly turned around. The monks followed him. The villagers followed the monk. One of the villagers threw a hunk of bread at Dean Philippe’s head. He turned around shortly, yet realized that making out the culprit in the crowd was impossible. The villagers stopped at the bridge, the boundary of the village. All they could see was the congregation disappearing with Helen into the dormitory of the abbey.

Dean Philippe took Helen into his room. The monks were ordered to stand guard outside. Bernard heard physical struggle inside of the room. Helen’s screams and begging alternated. Skin hitting skin was heard. Bernard assumed that the evil spirit was fighting against the dean. When silence settled in, Bernard assumed the exorcism to be over soon.

The door flew open. The naked Helen ran out of the room. Her boobs were heaving. Her butt cheeks were squeezing tight alternately as she ran down the hall. She spat out a wad of white that was too large and sticky for spit. Two monks ran after her. Before she could reach the stairway, the first monk wrapped his arms around her and fell on top of her naked body. The second monk flung himself on top of the pile. Only her bare foot was visible under the brown robes. The foot twisted and moved around to indicate her struggle against the two male monks.

The monks took their waist bands off to tie them around her wrists and ankles. Then, they heaved her onto their shoulders and carried her back into the Dean Philippe’s room. Dean Philippe only appeared shortly in the door frame to receive the bound Helen back. He left his room punctually for the Nones, the three o’clock mess. Barnard could quickly peak into the room and saw the naked Helen lying on the bed with the linen sheets. Philippe said to let her go, she had repented.

The chapel was filled with monks that were tired from beginning work early. A heavy mood hung in the group. The monotone Latin liturgy was pierced by flashing images of the naked Helen running down the hallway. Memories of the way her hips swayed penetrated Bernard’s thoughts. He struggled to repress the memories of the juicy calves. The worst was his fantasy about what it felt to be the two monks that had tackled her. He imagined her naked body, boobs, hips, back, hands, and arms rubbing against the monks. He imagined their hips, penises, and faces rubbing against her body. He imagined the deep animal like connection the souls had in their struggle. He felt turned on. He felt deeply sick about himself getting turned on at all, let alone a poor helpless woman that is abused. Deep guilt settled into Bernard’s heart. He wanted to have his body disappear. The more he tried pushing away those thoughts, the thicker they grew in his head.

By the end of the mess, Bernard was tormenting with guilt and desire. He impatiently endured the slow shuffle of the monks leaving the chapel. Near the exit, he picked up a flogger from the desk that had implements of penance. He began walking towards his cell. The tails of the flogger were folded over the handle. He held them in his hand stiffly as he kept walking. Some of the monks took notice of the sign of sin. Other monks were used to the common self punishment in the abbey.

In his cell of bare rock walls, he took his robe off. He wrapped it around his waste, so that his back was exposed. He kneeled on the hard cold floor. He closed his eyes. His hands were resting with the flogger in his lap. In front of him was the bible. He recited the Latin scripture. A flash of Helen’s pink nipple flashed into his mind. It was the moment that she had opened the Philippe’s door and froze for a second to seize up the hallway in front of her. Bernard had clearly seen her rosy right nipple. Now, he flogged himself hard on the back. The back muscle spasmed tight from the sharp pain. A moment later, Bernard relaxed and resumed an upright position. He focused on reciting the scripture again.

His reading arrived at a dull listing of family lineage. A whole page of names described the off spring and grand children. Bernard’s mind wandered to Helen’s spit filled with a white wad. He had looked at it on the floor closer. It was cum. Had Dean Philippe put his penis into his mouth? Or, had the masturbatory cum of Dmitri actually manifested in Helen? He thought of his own cum in the morning. He wondered if Katherine had mystically received the wad of his cum in her mouth. He wondered if Katherine would have spat his cum wad out or recognized him and swallowed. Swoosh, swoosh, he flogged himself until the image of Katherine and Helen vanished.

The point of a flogger was to be relatively mild and avoid drawing blood, at least at first. As the sunlight started waning, the blood was tripping from the flogger as he retrieved it from the blows. He succumbed to the exhaustion and fell unconscious. When the daylight had completely disappeared, the noise and commotion outside roused him. He carefully cleaned the flogger to avoid infecting the next monk, who would use it. He returned the scripture book. Then, he walked out to the front of the chapel.

The monks were in disarray pacing amongst each other. A raucous mob from the village was screaming for them on the other side of the bridge. As far as Bernard could tell, a man and a woman were held captive at the front of the mob. Dean Philippe was at the edge of the monks. He faced a way to hide the fear tearing across his face. Dean Philippe gripped the bible firmer that he was holding and turned around to sternly face the monks. Without saying a word, he walked through the middle of them towards the mob of villagers. The monks tentatively followed him falling into organized rows of two.

From the monastery side of the bridge, he boomed at the crowd to tell him about the raucous. The disorganized screams of the villagers painted the picture that they had caught the man and the woman committing adultery. Neither of them was married. They had been sneaking into a shed together. Yet, the crowd was unsure, if he had managed to penetrate the girl. He was guilty for sure. Yet, if the girl was untouched by the rape, she would be innocent. However, if he had soiled her virginity, she was to be punished equally.

Dean Philippe’s judgment was quick. The man was to be tortured and killed by exposure. He was to be buried up to his neck in front of the monastery. Thus, he would be exposed to the elements, rain, sun, animals until he would eventually die of dehydration and starvation. However, the girl needed to be tried. She would be tied and thrown into a deep swimming hole in the creek. If she floated, she was guilty. If she sank like a normal person, her innocence would be proved.

The crowd calmed down with the plan established. The monks relaxed knowing that the village was not out to lynch them. The man and the woman were pushed across the bridge into the strong arms of the monks. A group of five monks took the man to dig a hole for him. Dean Philippe took the woman and led her in front of the monks up the creek. The villagers followed on the other side of the creek. Their lanterns lighted up the night. The monks walked unaided through the darkness.

The side of the creek entered the forest. The path beaten by common usage grew increasingly rockier. Large smooth boulders made the two groups walk like a snake towards their goal. A pale grey sheer rock wall showed the entrance of the gorge. The monks were climbing along narrow rock shelves about twenty feet above the water. The village mob climbed the top of the other side to about fifty feet. The groups moved slowly as each member had to individually find good footing and steady themselves with hands in cracks off the wall.

They came to the bend of the gorge. Here the creek was loudly gurgling beneath them. The bend made the water go in a little circle. The circle had carved a deep hole into the granite rock. Young teenagers would climb the wall here and jump down into the depth. The monks were standing in a long line along the rocky ledge. The villagers were high above them carefully observing the procession. The steep walls of the gorge kept the light of the night sky out.

Dean Philippe tied the woman, who was too scared to move for she may slip and fall onto the rocks beneath and die instantly. He used two waist bands from monks behind him to tie her hands behind her back and her ankles. He’d wrap a few loops of waist band around the wrist. Then, he’d wrap waistband across the rope loops in between the hands to tighten the grip of the rope. The woman looked at the villagers above and the dark monk figures behind her. That moment, Bernard could see the face of the woman. It was Katherine!

After a short prayer, Dean Philippe single handedly tossed Katherine down into the gorge. He threw her spot in the middle of the gorge, where the water was deepest to avoid hitting the bottom. As the water closed over her body, splashes flew high into the air. Rings of waves rang against the waves of the current. There was nothing for a second or two. Katherine’s body reappeared at the surface as she was struggling for her live and gulp of air. The water was raging in tumult around her, as she could only wiggle her body violently. Shortly, her head disappeared under the pitch black surface.

The men started discussing, how long they had to wait for her body to be under. Some men worried that it may be a ruse and she was swimming under to full them. They suggested waiting until her strength waned, because she may float back up. Others were concerned about letting an innocent young woman die. Yet, others suggested that should she drown innocently, she would be richly rewarded in heaven. Thus, saving her would deprive her of the bounty.

In a lapse of reason, Bernard jumped after her. He had been one of those young lads spending the summer to find the best rocks to dive from. He had perfected making his body large to slow his speed even in shallow water. The cold water awakened him. He reached the stand still point of the dive. It was a moment of peace under water. Then, he pushed up to the surface. He paddled hard to Katherine’s last spot and submerged looking for her.

The crowd was divided among supporters cheering for Katherine’s rescue and justice vigilante’s demanding Bernard’s death. Another monk jumped after Bernard, yet he resurfaced violently screaming about a fracture leg. An enraged villager threw a rock down to the water. The rock hit wall before hitting the water. The clunk of the rock echoed through the gorge.

Bernard reached his hands around in the dark cold water. He could see nothing. It seemed almost futile. He kept reaching. His lungs emptied. He believed in another second and reached somewhere else. He fought for another second and dived a little lower. He didn’t want to live unless he would feel Katherine. He dived a little left and reached. His hand found a piece of wet fabric. He pulled on it until there was more fabric to pull on. The next time he reached for a grab of fabric, his hand collided with Katherine’s soft body. He wrapped his arms around her belly and pulled her up to the air.

She did not breathe. So, he pulled her body against his body and swam backward to the shallow. Some villagers had returned to the mouth of the gorge and were now scrambling up the bottom of the gorge to reach him. Once Bernard’s feet got hold of the sandy floor, she stood up. He pulled her face close to his. His shivering cold lips wrapped around her mouth. The water made her face wet and smooth, as if Katherine were ten years younger. He blew air into her. She awoke in his arms. He removed her bonds.

They ran further up the gorge. The villagers from the mouth of the gorge pursued them hard. Their foot steps and calls echoed up the gorge. Katherine’s long wet dress made climbing over the rocks hard. Big boulders filled the gorge with the creek gushing in and around them. Bernard knew that ahead was a birch tree with long roots that reached down to the floor of the gorge. The roots were perfect handholds to escape it. Only a few of the teenagers knew about it, because only the daring scrambled this far into the gorge during their summer frolicking.

Katherine and Bernard were panting hard. They were hot from the physical work and shivering from the cold wet clothes. Adrenaline was running through their blood. They inhaled strong and clear. The gnarled root of the birch tree was next to them. Bernard sent Katherine to climb first. That way, he could move her feet from one foot hold into the next. If one knew all the little hidden crooks, it was rather easy to climb up the sheer granite wall.

They were half-way up, when the villagers appeared with their lanterns. The crowd was mad from the hardship of scrambling over the rocks at night. They had all bumped their feet and scratched their hands. They wanted revenge for their little pains. They scrambled straight past the two. The two were holding onto the birch tree root. Bernard held Katherine’s calf. Water dripped down from their clothes. Their muscles were shaking from holding their weight on the same foot without moving. The fear and mild hypothermia stole away their thoughts as they waited for the villagers to appear further away.

Once they stood on even ground next to the birch tree, Bernard coyly suggested taking off the clothes. The cold night would surely drain all their warmth through the wet clothes. Being naked, they would have a better chance of surviving until they found shelter. He quickly and gladly threw the monk robe off. She coyly removed her dress. She held her arms across her plumb breast. He saw the triangle of her pubic hair. It was like in the stick figure drawing in the morning. She squeezed water out of her hair. He saw her nipples. He saw the moonlight reflected on her wet belly. She saw her eyes looking into the distance of the land of darkness, as if she were knowing.

Bernard silently took her hand and led her onward. A faint trail guided them higher into the mountains. After an hour of thick forest, they arrived at a steep rocky slope. The trail cut across with a steep drop off to the side. Now, they could see down at the village and monastery for the first time. The bulk of lights had withdrawn to the village center. Speckles of light combed the forest for the fugitives, yet all at much lower elevation.

Outside of the tree cover, the moon light shone onto Katherine and Bernard’s naked bodies. He had a thin yet stout and tall body. She was on the tall side. Her breasts were now freely hanging in the milky moon light. He saw her firm thighs. Her body was so much smaller than the fluffy dresses had always made him belief. She seemed like a bundle of joy to him that he would have wanted to pick up and carry away. He did not dare touching her. As he glanced over the nakedness of her body, he could feel his penis moving. He was afraid that she would catch him with an erection. He told her to move on ahead of him.

She walked on across the rocky slope. He looked at his feet to avoid the uneven rocks. He glanced up at her naked butt to avoid walking too fast and bumping into her. Her butt cheeks went flabby and taught alternating with each step. He got mesmerized for a dozen steps. Because he felt the blood in his penis, he averted his eyes down. He looked at her strong thighs. He had never seen naked female thighs with all the details of their strength and how fleshy they seem. His penis was fully erect. It pointed ahead of him. His sex was exposed as he was walking naked. The temptation of her naked body would not go away like his thoughts. And, he could not avert his eyes, because he would stumble.

His heart was pounding in his ears, as he was embarrassed about Katherine turning around and seeing his large erection. Katherine paused for a moment. He told her to move on, before she could turn around. The path returned into the cover of the forest again. Bernard hoped that it would be too dark for Katherine to recognize his erection. As the nervosity left him, the erection eased his penis back down.

By dawn, they reached the edge of the forest high on the mountain. Trees stopped growing at this altitude. Meadows with grazing cows took over the landscape here. The villagers would bring the cows up to the high meadows in spring and take them back down in fall. Across the meadow was the cabin with the steward, who milked the cow and cultured cheese. Milk perished quickly. Cheese lasted long and could be delivered down to the village on a weekly schedule. The cabin was quiet without lights. Apparently, none of the searching villagers had come up here. They walked across the meadow side by side.

The breaking morning light showed the wooden door into the cabin. It was large cabin with a hay floor on top. The windows were well maintained. A row of flowers was in mini seed beds next to the house. Everything was quiet. Perhaps, the steward had not left the village yet and was waiting for warmer days. He pushed the door open. Being respectful, Bernard looked for the stairs to the hay floor to sleep in the hay rather than the steward’s bed. The stairs were a few wood boards nailed into the wall. They squeaked under the weight of their hands and feet.

A scream rang. The scream was coming again from the floor below. Bernard called back that they were not thieves and simply needed a place to stay. Only a grunt responded. Bernard told the naked Katherine to wait on the hay floor. Bernard slowly climbed down to the ground floor. He warned the steward that he had no clothes and was naked. He opened the door to the bedroom.

The steward was sitting on the bed. Both feet were hovering over the ground. The steward was in tremendous pain. His feet were red and swollen. He complained that he was stuck on his bed like this for two days already, unable to walk. Bernard inspected the feet. Only getting his hand close to touching the feet, had the steward scream in agony. Bernard explained that the man had gout. Upon questioning, the steward confirmed that he was eating all the left over cheese scrapes. Bernard suggested, if he’d stop doing that the pain would go away. Drinking plenty water might break up the gout crystals sooner. The steward sent Bernard to fetch him a mug of water.

The steward allowed them to stay for a while. He also gave Bernard two pants and two shirts and apologized for not having spare shoes to share. The steward returned to lie in his bed. Bernard climbed up to the naked Katherine, who was hiding behind a hay ball squatting with her heels at her naked butt cheeks. He handed her pants and a shirt. She dressed herself like a man. They made a pile of hay and went to sleep.

Bernard was exhausted and slept for a long time. Katherine woke up first. She lifted his head on her lap. She stared caressing the hair around his face. Bernard gently woke up from the cradling. He felt loved and comforted by her gentle touch. He worryingly looked at her. She told him that everything would be okay. His face strained as he told her that he had had erotic feelings for her. She told him to hush. She reminded him that she had seen him naked as well. Everything would be okay. He felt safe. He cried. Tears were running down his face. The emotional discharge of his lifetime of standing up to harsh men and perfect purity standards exhausted him. He sobbingly fell back into a slumber and surrendered himself into Katherine’s care.

He awoke again in the late afternoon. Katherine had caressed his hair and face for an hour. She grew endeared with the features of his face. The steward called up to them to ask them to milk the cows. Katherine took Bernard’s hand as she led him to climb down to the ground floor. They walked over the meadow. The grass grew liberally. The surface was uneven and covered with many rocks. They came to a steeper slope with a smooth run of grass. Katherine asked, if Bernard had ever rolled down a grass hill. He said ‘no.’

She laughed out loud as she swung the empty milk can threw the air. She grabbed her pants. Her mouth was wide open with a free and youthful laugh. She let herself fall to the floor like a ragdoll with her arms raised up as if they were following her. Then, she let herself roll down the grass sideways. After five rotations, she stopped and giggled. She insisted that Bernard follow her.

Bernard tentatively laid himself down. Then, he let himself roll a bit. The feeling was dizzying. The ground touched him in so many places. The world twisted around him. After the third roll, he could not tell up and down anymore. He started laughing as a feeling of joy came over him. He sat up next to Katherine to digest the emotions that were running through him.

Katherine pulled Bernard up with her hand. She told him to fly like a bird. Off she went running with her arms stretched out. She went left and right like a bird of prey soaring around. The dazed Bernard followed her. He reached out his large manly wings. He ran. He followed the cheery inner child of Katherine. He played. Yes, he played. He loved following the hair of Katherine flying through the draft wind in front of him. He wanted to get another whiff of her hair like back, when they thought shelter in the school room.

They swiftly arrived at the milking shed. The cows with bulging udders had already waited for a day to receive relieve of the pressure by milking. The cows stood silently, as Katherine and Bernard shot streams of milk into the same milk can. The happy cows walked off to their favorite pasture. The next cow eager for relieve would push herself in between them. Grunting moos were all around them. Some of the cow butts were filthy with cow excrement. One generally had to be careful to avoid stepping into the flat liquid cow manure pancakes that the cows left behind.

They returned to the cabin. The steward was sitting happily on a bench in front of the cabin to welcome them back. He had gray hair. He wore a traditional leather pant with suspenders. He had a full beard with the beard hair above his lip twisted at the ends. He wore a felt hat. He graciously thanked them. With sorrow creases on his forehead, he added that he had found out about their plight. A young boy had come to check on him. The young boy would tell the village. The next morning, the village mob would be at the high meadows to lynch them.

He was deeply sorry that there was no way of escaping. Farther up was a glacier with eternal snow that was treacherous even with special equipment and warm clothes. To the sides were sheer granite walls that could not be climbed. The cabin was in a funnel. The choke point to the cabin was already guarded. He thanked Bernard again about educating him about gout.

Katherine and Bernard climbed up to the hay floor. They sat next to each other solemn. “I don’t care,” said Katherine. “For so long have I dreamed about you, shy boy. If I am going to be condemned, I may as well romp you like a rabbit. I want to feel your throbbing penis inside my belly.” Her blue eyes looked wild into his face. He gazed back at her with fear.

She flung her body onto his. She devoured his mouth with hers. Her tongue flicked in between his teeth like fire taunting the teeth, his lips, and his tongue. Feeling her tongue inside of him ignited his passion. His arms roused as he grabbed her body and pulled her tight. His loins pushed against hers. He felt the round shapes of her boobs pressing against his chest. He felt her body feverishly clinging onto his. Feeling her passion made him wild.

He pulled is pants over his stiff erection. She eagerly kicked of her pants. They left the shirts on, not caring in heat to get completely naked. He sank his member into her moist waiting sex. The smoothness of the entry and the tightness of her vagina awakened the animal in him that wrested control from his conscious guilty monk mind. She wanted him. She pushed her butt up and down against his sex.

After they came, their appetite was only half sated. “Do you want to try a forbidden position?” said the Bernard awakened to live daringly. All positions but missionary were strictly prohibited by the church. He flipped Katherine over on her hands and knees. He thrust into her from behind like a dog. Amazing, how the lips of her vagina reached back between her thighs, so that he could access them from behind. Unsatisfied with the depth of penetration, he grabbed her thighs like a wheel barrow and lifted her hind up. Now with her thighs in her hand, he penetrated her deeply touching her cervix.

After another lighting and thunder inside their hot sexes, Katherine collapsed forward and Bernard on top of her sweaty body. They dozed for a bit in the luscious afterglow of fornication. Then, Katherine pulled herself out from under Bernard. She jumped into the air. She said, let’s thump the church even more and dance. She threw of her shirt. She jumped from one leg to the next. Bernard threw of his shirt as well. He clutched her body. He spun both of them around as he had heard frivolous people dance Viennese Waltz. They intoxicated each other with dizziness. They tried to stand still on their own yet fell on top of each other.

As the dizziness waned, Bernard started kissing Katherine’s naked body. He carefully placed a kiss on each inch of skin. He worked his way from her neck down to her nipples. Katherine moaned as he reached her nipples. Then, he pushed his nose into her hair to smell her hair roots. She said that she had always loved him. She said how often she had wished that he would take her onto a secret tryst into the forest. She said how hard broken she was, when he joined the monastery. But now, they were both free again.

The morning came swiftly in the timeless world of the two lovers. An angry mob of villagers led by Dean Philippe arrived. They decided to torch the whole building as it had been cursed by the two. The flames flew high into the sky as the fire went into full roar. The steward silently cried about his home being burned down to the foundation. Dean Philippe felt justly accomplished. The steward was forced to feed the mob for free with fresh milk.

The tale of the two made its way to Geneva, the big city. The rumor was told that the two lovers silently snuck out of the hay floor by removing panels from the roof. Thus, the steward, who held guard, did not notice them slipping out. Then, they had hidden in a cave until the villagers had left. From their, they had stolen themselves across the country to Geneva, where they had started a secret Venus cult. The cult would hold wild orgies in private houses of the city. The church denied the existence of the cult. Yet, others said that they fiercely persecuted the Venus cult.