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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [3/5] Hard Rain (MF, Fdom, nc, mc, scifi)
Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 21:10:04 -0500
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                                   Chapter 3
                                   The Stage

   He awoke to find himself on a stage, surrounded by at least a hundred
   Earth women.

   Loud music was playing, and a spotlight was shining on him. The women were
   chanting, ``Take it off! Take it off!'' and they seemed to be yelling at
   him.

   Dazed, and confused, he looked at himself, and found he was wearing some
   type of uniform. It was completely white, with black and gold emblems on
   the cuffs and shoulders.

   ``Take it off! Take it off!'' the women continued to chant, and John
   started to make out the words to the music.

   ``In the Navy, where you can sail the seven-seas. In the Navy, where you
   can put your mind at ease...'' he heard the performers sing.

   Not knowing what to do, John started to unbutton his shirt, revealing a
   firm, muscled chest.

   The women in the audience started to go wild with his actions, and John
   was starting to enjoy the attention.

   Taking his shirt completely off, he threw it into the audience and
   couldn't help but find it humorous as several women fought to obtain it.

   He writhed his hips to the beat of the music, as one woman jumped on the
   stage to join him.

   She knelt down in front of him, and ripped his pants off.

   He noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear, and he also noticed he only
   had one penis this time.

   Suddenly, the room he was in started to spin, and flashes of blue and red
   light filled his entire field of view. He couldn't keep his balance, and
   as he fell, he landed onto soft pillows, in a room lit only by
   candlelight.

   Eight women converged on him immediately, running the fingers and hands
   across his body. He wasn't sure which one it was, but he felt two distinct
   hands on his genitals.

   Getting up, he pushed some of the women aside and looked down between his
   legs to see the familiar Y shape of his sexual organs.

   The women didn't say anything, as one woman pushed him back down onto the
   pillows.

   He felt two distinct lips and tongues on his organs, as each one was
   sucking and licking them.

   One woman even positioned herself under the other two and began to lick
   the base half of his shaft.

   Again, John couldn't control it, as his body tensed up and he felt like he
   erupted. However, the women continued with their pleasures, still licking
   and sucking him, even after his violent shakes stopped.

   Confused, he pulled his sex organs out of their mouth and again, as
   before, nothing came out.

   Several women pinned him down as they resumed thier touch onto his body.

   Another woman stuck her long finger up his ass as she gently massaged his
   prostates.

   This brought him into a sexual fury as he could distinctly feel his
   muscles forcing vast amounts of cum out of him.

   The women's mouths were still wrapped around his shafts, and as he pulled
   his organs out, again he noticed nothing came out.

   Tired, he offered up little resistance as the women continued their sexual
   foray on him.

   He awoke to find a beautiful young woman standing at the head of the table
   which he was bound to reading the guages which were above his head. Unable
   to speak, he let out a soft moan which startled her.

   ``Uh oh,'' she said. ``You're not supposed to be conscious. I better call
   for help.''

   Violently, he shook his head, tears flowing out the corners of his eyes.

   He closed his eyes and grimaced as the devices he was attached to forced
   yet another orgasm out of him, and several milky-blue loads of jism up the
   tubes.

   He tried to ask her for help, but could only grunt since the tube down his
   throat was preventing any speech.

   ``Are you trying to say something?'' the woman asked.

   He nodded.

   Just then an alarm sounded, and a red light started flashing over one of
   the other prisoners. ``Hold that thought,'' the woman said as she ran to
   where the problem was.

   John turned his head and could see Kitarin male thrashing violently on his
   table. Kitarin men had the largest sex organs of any humanoids in the
   galaxy which were a full one meter long, and two meters in circumference.
   Standing completely perpendicular to their bodies when erect, apparently
   the cathode which was inserted in this specimen had fallen out.

   Unfortunately, the woman was a second or two too late before inserting it
   back in when the subject erupted, dousing her with about two liters worth
   of his jism with each eruption.

   Just then, he heard a loud bang as all the lights where he was being kept
   came on. Temporarily blinded, he closed his eyes.

   He could hear a woman off in the distance, followed by many, many
   footsteps.

   ``Right this way, ladies! Single file. That's it. Ok, can everyone hear
   me? Good! We are now standing on one of the floors here at Processing
   Facility Three. On this floor, and the other 24 in this building, lie
   one-thousand male volunteers. Follow me, girls.''

   He heard a shuffle of footsteps which came closer to him. ``We're walking!
   We're walking!'' the first woman said. ``And now we're stopping. Okay
   girls, if you look on both sides of you you'll have a better look at our
   male volunteers. Our volunteers reside here, in this state-of-the-art
   climate-controlled facility where they receive constant stimulation to
   produce the raw materials for our society. Are there any questions?''

   ``I have one!'' a woman off in the distance yelled. ``How are they
   stimulated?''

   ``Good question!'' the first woman replied. ``If you look on their heads,
   you'll see eight electrodes. Our mainframe computers send special signals
   to their brains which create a stimulating and arousal experience for our
   volunteers. Ok, now, let's walk. We're walking, we're walking. Watch where
   you step, please! It appears we've had an accident.''

   ``Excuse me, miss!'' another woman cried out.

   ``Go ahead.''

   ``Can we touch them?''

   ``Just be careful not to pull on any wires.''

   John could hear footsteps scatter about the room and felt two sets of
   hands on his body.

   ``I've never seen a man before,'' whispered one girl who was standing over
   him.

   ``Look here!'' cried out another, grasping onto the base of his sex organ.
   ``He's got two!''

   Without warning, the vibrator inside his anus kicked in, and his brain
   received the necessary impulses. John kept his eyes closed as a wave of
   pleasure overtook him, and he erupted again.

   ``Oh my!'' the first one cried out. ``Something's wrong!''

   He could hear footsteps running towards him. ``What seems to be the
   problem?''

   ``He's shaking!'' the other woman said.

   Laughing, the guide replied, ``There's nothing wrong with him, he's
   producing more juice.''

   ``Most humanoid men can only produce about 25 ml each day, but with our
   advanced technology, they're all able to produce, at a minimum, 1 liter.
   Of course, some species produce more than others.''

   He heard footsteps walking away from him as he reopened his eyes. The next
   sounds he heard were those of running water and a mop.

   He could see the same woman from before mopping up the mess caused by the
   Kitarian's climax. He grunted again to try to get the woman's attention.

   She walked over to him, but not before the building's machinery forced him
   to orgasm again.

   Letting out a moan as the orgasms were intensifying, his gonads again
   retracted into him, as he arched his back up, and forced more fluid out of
   him.

   When his orgasm finished, he relaxed and saw the woman standing over him.

   ``You know, you really should be unconscious.''

   He tried to maneuver his fingers and pointed to his head. His wrists were
   restrained, but the woman manged to understand what he was trying to do.

   She pulled his head back and gently pulled out the tube which was inserted
   all the way down his esophagus.

   His throat sore, he could only muster a whisper as he asked her, ``Why are
   you doing this to me?''

   ``It's the law,'' she replied. ``All men must produce. You help provide
   electricity, and raw materials for our society.''

   She spent the next hour talking with him about how their civilization,
   stripped of natural resources, turned to technology to sustain them.
   Scientists had devised a way of splitting the nucleus of the male sperm to
   create an extreme energy source. The process was clean, and efficient,
   producing protein as a byproduct which could either be consumed, or was
   naturally biodegradable.

   But John learned that their society became increasinly more dependent on
   this sperm-fision energy as more and more plants were created across their
   globe. They needed more and more sperm to provide enough fuel to sustain
   their civilization's growing energy demands. That's when they started
   bringing men from across the galaxy in, to help them with their supply.

   After generations, their society became matriarchical, and most of the
   inhabitants turned into lesbians since there were no male influences on
   their lives.

   Fertilized by artificial insemination, all women were requried to produce
   at least two young, and if they had boys, they were to be enturned and
   trained to be added to the supply stream.

   She finished with her explanation, and tried to put the feed tube back in
   him. He was scared, and outraged at what was happening to him, and all the
   other men in his company; but his resistance was futile. She grabbed a
   stun gun and zapped him, rendering him again, unconscious.

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