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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [4/5] Hard Rain (MF, Fdom, nc, mc, scifi)
Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 22:10:02 -0500
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                                   Chapter 4
                                   Purgatory

   John spent the next several weeks confined, stimulated, dazed, and
   exhausted.

   Sexual climaxes take a lot out of a man, and being forced to orgasm four
   times each hour for weeks on end was draining him physically, emotionally,
   and sexually.

   His alien captors had to remix the nutrient supply they were feeding him
   so his body could keep up with their demand. He was ingesting pure
   protein, vitamins, and minerals at this point. His body concerned them in
   only one regard: the production of semen.

   He was also no longer having fantasies. His body, immune to the
   psychiatric effects of the alien's computers which tried to force him into
   several various fantasies was having no effect any more. He just layed on
   his table, restrained, and in a state of pleasurable orgasmic
   consciousness.

   One day, red lights and a siren flashed around him as workers rushed to
   his floor. The pipe which ran down the length of the corridor ruptured due
   to the increasing pressure and volume of semen which it was now carrying.

   On the floor lay gallons and gallons of sticky juice from he, and his
   other male captive counterparts as the women tried desperately to patch
   and clean it up. John wondered if any of his fellow captives were aware of
   what was happening like he was.

   Another day, a female worker accidentally brushed the underside of the
   Kitarian man who was also on the same floor with him, sending him into
   another sexual frenzied eruption. The build up of semenic pressure inside
   his loins forced out the cathode which was only reinserted into his
   genitals two weeks prior, causing him to shoot his load clear across the
   room, hitting another man. He couldn't help but smile at the predicament
   the Kitarian was in, and how humorous he found it. Later on that week, two
   female workers approached his bed.

   ``Remove the cathode from his left appendage,'' one worker said.

   ``What are you going to do, Tera?'' said another.

   ``I need to sample his output to make sure the quality is holding up.''

   He felt a burning sensation in his left organ as he felt the woman grab
   his shaft and pull out the catheter. ``He's not due for another ejection
   for 5 minutes.'' said the first.

   The two women spent the next several minutes chatting about their work,
   and lovers.

   ``I can't believe how much semen prices are rising,'' said Tera.

   ``What do you mean, Hela?''

   ``I bought a new cruiser, when I went to fill it up at the fuel station,
   semen prices were 25 credits per liter!''

   ``Look, he's twitching.''

   ``Good, he must almost be ready for his ejection.'' Hela said as she
   placed her lips around the head of his shaft.

   Like clockwork, John felt a buildup of sexual tension in his loins as his
   three gonads again retracted into his pelvis. Arching his hips, and
   tensing up, he was powerless to prevent the release of his sexual juices
   as they were expelled, with great force, out of his organs.

   Hela wasn't quite prepared for the voracity and amount of fluid which was
   expelled from him, and tried desperately to ingest it as fast as it was
   coming but was having little luck. As large amounts of John's semen flowed
   out of him, into her mouth, blue milky juice spilled out and ran down her
   cheek.

   ``Mmmmm,'' Hela said. ``Perfect!''

   ``How come I never get to do any quality control?'' asked Tera.

   ``Rank does have its privileges, my dear,'' she said, as she was wiping
   off the excess with her fingers. ``Go ahead and reinsert the cathode, I'll
   be in my office masturbating.''

   A slow stream of John's love juice was still coming out from his left
   shaft. ``Rank my ass,'' Tera said. ``She's only got her rank because she's
   rug munching with her boss.''

   John was startled next when he felt a wet tongue on his shaft.

   ``Better get you cleaned up,'' she said as she started to lick him.

   This was a sensation he hadn't felt in a very long time, and couldn't help
   but moan in response to the pleasures he was feeling.

   ``You obviously like this,'' she said. Running her tongue through his
   pee-hole she couldn't help but exclaim, ``God, you taste so good!''

   She positioned herself so she could rest her chin on his stomach, and
   gently take his shaft into her mouth. Like a baby suckling on a mother's
   nipple, the sucked on his hard flesh, drawing the last remaining drops of
   his blue juice from deep inside him. Satisfied he was milked dry, she
   reinserted the cathode deep within his shaft, patted him on his chest, and
   walked away.

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