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Subject: {ASSM} Write Club: Daphne Xu
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Daphne was to duel Baird Allen, but it just didn't work out for him. So
here's Daphne's story.
The words:
Daphne:
sophistry, internal, crone
Referee:
scarab, bronze, cobra
Baird:
radical, mystic, soldier
(Baird does have a story in mind that these words set off -- but it's
too long and involved for 3 hours. I hope he does write it.)
***************************
The Scarab, the Crone, and the Mystic Girl
It was 3:30 in the morning. Privates Jeffrey Lincoln and
Jennifer Lam were on guard duty at a US base in Egypt, serving
the graveyard shift. As they had been for the past five hours,
they were walking back and forth in opposite directions, doing
their best to keep themselves awake and relieve their
relentless boredom.
As they were walking one of their many passes, Jeff just
happened to look down, and saw one tiny beetle on the concrete
just in front of him. He stooped down to look at it.
Interesting, he thought. In the dark, it seemed like its eyes
were almost glowing. It was almost as if it was looking at
him, staring right at him. Of course, that was impossible.
Jenn came over to see what he was up to. "Oh, come on. It's
just an ordinary scarab. Just kill it and let's get back to
duty. If the lieutenant sees us, he'll surely bust us for
dereliction of duty."
Jeff didn't like killing animals -- not even insects. He
picked it up and carried it over to the shrubbery abounding on the
base, and set it carefully down. He hurried back into position
opposite Jenn, and resumed his march back and forth.
*************
Three days later, both solders were off duty and were given an
afternoon and evening pass to the nearby village. It was
mid-afternoon, and Jeff had completely forgotten the incident
with the beetle. He and Jenn were out looking for relaxation
and a little fun on the town.
It was blazing hot outside, and they were walking side-by-side,
down the standard Egyptian dirt road, talking together about
random things. Jeff thought for an instant that he saw
something out the corner of his eye. "What was that?"
"What?" asked Jenn.
"Nothing, I guess," Jeff answered, after looking around and
seeing nothing. "Perhaps just a mirage."
"Possibly." Jenn smiled at him.
A few minutes later, Jeff saw it again out the corner of his
eye. Was it a girl? A scantily-clad girl? He couldn't quite
tell. The image disappeared again. This time, Jeff said
nothing.
They walked a few blocks further, when out from an alley jumped
the ugliest woman Jeff had ever seen. Her hair was all ruffled
and tangled, one eye was missing, and she had only one giant
tooth in her mouth. She carried a cane, and she shook it
straight at Jeff, apparently ignoring Jenn.
"Beware the Mystic Girl! She is poison. She will mean your
doom."
Jeff blinked his eyes in confusion, and stared at the old
woman.
"Beware the Mystic Girl!" she exclaimed again, and hobbled back
into the alley from which she had appeared.
Jeff froze a moment, then turned to Jenn. "Did you get that,
Jenn?"
"No, not a bit. What is the Mystic Girl?"
"Was she warning me against you, do you think?"
"Maybe. She's just a crazy old crone. I wouldn't pay any
attention to her."
They walked along further together, talking about a man who had
spoken to the troops just the day before. The man had talked
about the ancient Egyptians, and what they'd built. Way down
underground, in the internal realms of the maze, there were all
sorts of unknown creatures, spirits, ghosts, and such. Jenn
called him a bullshitter, saying that what he said was pure
sophistry. Jeff argued that he was probably right about many
things -- at least he sounded reasonable. He was in the middle
of arguing that strange ideas should be tolerated, when he saw
the vision again out the corner of his eye. He stopped in the
middle of a word, and looked.
Floating about five feet above the ground was the loveliest,
most beautiful girl he had ever seen -- even more beautiful
than the girl beside him when she was not wearing military
fatigues. Her long blonde hair dazzled in the sunlight. She
wore a sky-blue top that covered her breasts, and twisted under
her arms and around back. Her matching sky-blue miniskirt had
a slit on her left side, that went all the way up to the thin
top rope holding up the skirt, exposing even more of her left
leg. Jeff couldn't tell whether she was wearing any type of
underwear.
And boy, was she thin. Jeff wondered how she could look so
thin without looking anorexic in the least. Her skin was white
as the driven snow.
"Jenn, do you see that?"
"Ummm, yes. I think," answered Jenn.
The girl floated toward Jeff, whispering or moaning, "Come,
soldier, come. Come with me."
Jeff looked toward Jenn, who commented, "It looks like your fun
has come to you. Go on and have your fun. I'll go on and find
a little fun of my own. Enjoy her!" She smiled at him.
Jeff took one last look at Jenn, and followed the floating
girl. After a few minutes, he reached up hoping to hold her
hand, and she took his hand and floated down to the ground.
She led him through narrow alleys and along wide roads, until
Jeff was completely lost and disoriented.
*************
They entered a small narrow doorway into a huge stone
structure. They went downstairs, and through some twisty,
turny passages, into a room full of gold statues, silver
statues, bronze statues, statues formed from all sorts of
strange metals.
"Radical!" whispered Jeff. That whispered word echoed and
re-echoed endlessly throughout the maze.
That was the only word spoken, until they entered another room.
The girl floated in front of him, her left leg protruding
distinctly though the slit in her skirt. "Do you like what you
see?"
"Yes," answered Jeff breathlessly. "Yessss. . ."
Jeff reached up to touch her enticing bare midriff, but she
floated just out of his reach.
"If you want it, you must come up and get it."
Jeff wondered how he was supposed to do that, but suddenly his
stomach leaped up and he felt himself falling and falling and
falling. He squeezed his eyes closed tight, trying to keep
from vomiting, and wondering when he would hit the bottom and
die.
He opened his eyes after a moment passed without hitting the
bottom, and found that he was still in the room with the
beautiful girl. He looked down, and found that he was floating
an inch above the floor. So now, how to reach the girl?
He tried pulling his hands back, as if swimming, but that did
nothing more than create a breeze in the air. He bent his feet
down and pushed off with his toes; that sent him moving very
slowly toward the girl, and the girl laughed and retreated from
him at just the same rate.
"Just think," said the girl. "Think your motion, and you will
move."
Jeff tried it, and sure enough he moved straight toward the
girl. His mouth touched hers in a kiss, and his arms tried to
wrap around her. Her body rotated out of the way, so that her
head was upside-down.
They kissed . . . and kissed . . . and kissed forever. As the
girl pulled away, Jeff noticed that he was floating upside-down
in the spacious room. He also noticed that the girl had
unbuttoned the top of his uniform, so he raised his arms and
let the uniform float away.
Next, the girl undid his pants and pulled them down. She undid
his shoes, and pulled them off before pulling his pants off
completely. Then she slipped his socks off. Then she pulled
him to her in an embrace, and they kissed and kissed some more.
He undid her top, and sent it floating away.
He pulled back and looked at her breasts. Wow! They were
small and pert. He ran his hands over them, and over the top
of her body, only slowly daring to approach the top of her
skirt. His hands brushed the knot in her rope, and he undid
the rope. The skirt floated away, and there she was in all her
naked perfection.
The girl lifted up his tee shirt and pulled it over his head,
then slid his boxer shorts down and off his feet. He reached
and slid his hand between her legs and over her cunt, and she
cupped his cock in her hand. It felt soft and cool. He
floated down so that his face was even with her cunt. She
rotated so that her cunt was inverted, and that made it easier
to see. His hands slowly pressed her cunt-hair aside, and
spread the folds of her cunt apart. He gazed in wonder at her
beauty, and decided he had to taste her. He kissed and licked
her pussy lips, and found the tiny organ of pleasure for the
girl.
At the same time, the girl was softly touching and kissing his
cock. She cupped his balls in her hand, and softly licked his
cock down and up. Then she slid it into her mouth, playing
with it with her tongue, and occasionally touching it with her
teeth. Farther and farther, his cock went down her throat
until it could go no more, then slowly it inched back out.
Finally, they moved their faces from each others' genitals, and
turned about so they floated upside-down facing each other.
She pushed her cunt on his cock, and his head slipped in.
Harder, and harder, he pushed, until he was all the way in.
Oooh, how tight her cunt squeezed his cock. He pulled out and
pushed in, and again pulled out and pushed in, and again and
again. His cock felt wonderfully painful, and finally exploded
in a burst of pleasure and pain.
At that point, something caught his ankles and yanked. The
girl was gone, and Jeff was definitely no longer floating, but
hanging upside-down by his ankles. Below him, he saw a cobra
-- no, two cobras -- no, a whole mess of cobras, all staring up
at him, all ready to strike.
Every minute, the rope on his ankle dropped an inch. He tried
bending his knees to reach the rope with his hands, but he
never got close enough. He could only bend his waist or his
knees for a short time before his muscles gave out.
Eventually, he would be low enough that the snakes would be
able to kill him.
Off to the left, he noticed a beetle. So what, he thought to
himself. So there's a beetle down here. Why would he notice a
beetle, of all things, when he was in this predicament?
Nevertheless, he kept his eye on the beetle.
A puff of smoke burst about the beetle, and there stood the old
crone he and Jenn had met earlier. She held in her hand some
kind of aerosol spray can, and sprayed it at the cobras. The
cobras all fled, leaving the room empty except for Jeff and the
crone.
The crone floated up, and Jeff suddenly felt himself falling
again and knew that he was floating. The crone untied the rope
from Jeff's ankles, and told him to get on the floor. Once on
the floor, the falling sensation disappeared, and Jeff found he
could stand and walk, although not very well at the moment.
The crone came up to him and scolded him for not listening to
her the first time. Jeff realized that he was naked in front
of a scolding old lady, and that made him doubly embarrassed.
"Thank goodness for yourself, that you were nice to a common
old scarab beetle," she told him. "Had you killed me in that
form, nobody would have warned you against the danger, and
nobody would have been here to rescue you."
"Bu-bu-but I don't remember."
"Of course you don't. It was such a tiny thing for you, saving
a beetle, that your ordinary routine swamped it in your
memories. Nevertheless, you spared my life, and for that I
thank you and saved your life. Let us return to the surface.
But first, I have a naked hunk of a male soldier standing just
in front of me, right for the taking. I can't pass this
opportunity."
So Jeff had another bout of wild sex, with the crone this time,
and they returned to the surface. Jeff told his commanding
officer that he had been robbed of his uniform, which was true
in a sense.
-Daphne Xu-
(daphne@nym.alias.net)
--
-denny-
curmudgeonly editor
"Life with the circus is one long uninterrupted dee-light."
(Barry Longyear, _Circus World_)
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