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Subject: {ASSM} Compound X13.1 {Yotna El'toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo (plot related)) 11/11
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{ASSM} Compound X13.1 {Yotna El'toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo
(plot related)) 11/11
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Thirty-one: The end of the beginning 


Kate, Amanda and their various consorts sat in the Communications
center watching the myriad of flickering screens intensely. News
bulletins from across the globe were monitored on a constant 24/7
basis. Amanda was the first to pick up on the featured report it was
local cable news. All monitors switched to a single image, a
traditionally positioned black newscaster introduced the item; "And so
now to the weird and wacky world of sex, viewers are warned in advance
that the subjects of the next three reports may offend!

The view changed to a crowded conference hall, a voice over began,

"Today at the Women's Guild annual conference delegates in the front
three rows got an unexpected and unwelcome bonus from the Vice
President of the Guild, one Christina Appleby. During her presentation
on "The way ahead for the Guild" Ms Appleby lost it big time, in an
outrageous gesture of contempt she rushed to the front of the stage
and urinated liberally on her surprised delegates. As policewomen led
the disgraced woman away she shouted loudly her defiance "You will
find I have shown you the path!". Ms Appleby was then taken to the
local police station for investigation by Drexel psychiatrists. This
is Lucy Flynn; now thankfully dry, handing you back to Lawrence in the
studio"

Lawrence cleared his throat, his soft lips continued in a more
falsetto pitch "A traditional Asian wedding ended in chaotic screens
today; over to Laura live with family members"

The screen filled with a comfortable sofa in front of dense flock
wallpaper. On it were sat two women dressed in Sari's the elder with
her hand supportively around the younger ones shoulder.

"So what do you think possessed you daughter Mrs. Patel " Laura asked
gently.

"My Nita is a good respectful girl, she knows her place" Sugra Patel
replied.

"Except for today, on her most important of days" Laura probed; the
camera went into a close up of Mrs. Patel's head and shoulders.

"Nothing like this has happened in my family before, it must have been
those girls" Sugra replied curtly, as her shoulders shrugged with
passion.

"The four bridesmaids Nita was found with, but weren't they a little
young, one of them was barely a teenager?" Laura asked incredulously.

"Am I to blame for other peoples offspring" Sugra's face was full of
confused emotion.

"So Nita was blameless in all this, what about..." Laura's question
tailed off. In the background someone shouted, "Cut, now!"

It was a little too late; the camera panned out to show Nita's arm,
the hand invisible under the voluminous layers of Sugra's Sari.

Momentarily the screen was black, then Lawrence's softer face came
into view, full of surprise at his sudden appearance; his left hand
slid quickly down from his shirtfront to the pile of neat papers on
his desk. Immediately across to our other reporter live from St.
Mungo's School Marie Devlin!

Marie's world weary face initially filled the screen, concern was
written across the hacks features, in a well-practiced manner. The
camera angle pulled back to show a playground; standing beside the
reporter stood a stocky but attractive black woman in a sheer designer
dress.

"Now Albertine where did the assault on your daughter take place?"
Marie asked in mock concern.

"In the changing room following the swimming session, but it wasn't
just my Nadine, six other girls to, and two days later I'm the only
parent calm enough to talk with you!" a furious Albertine spat out.

"So you blame the teacher Ms. Jennings, who claims the girls attacked
her?" Marie commented.

"How are seven girls going to hold down a fit woman like that? My
Nadine just like the rest of the girls is in shock, Nadine, she just
lays in bed all day looking at the ceiling!" Albertine raged at the
hapless reporter.

"So this has deeply traumatized you daughter?" a contrite Marie asked
gently.

"She has started bed wetting again after all these years, it upset her
so much I took her in with me, then she wet my bed. That's how bad it
is!" Albertine replied her dark brown eyes tipping tears on to her
cheeks.

"This has clearly affected her badly, how does Nadine say the attack
began?" asked Marie in her mock empathy.

"Like this!" Albertine grabbed the reporter's blouse, ripping the
front apart, Marie's small boobs made a live TV debut as they were
roughly kneaded. The screen blackened for a full confused thirty
seconds.

Lawrence reappeared; looking slightly disheveled, one hand ploughed
through his thick hair in a fast attempt to neaten it. The other
unconsciously played with a stiff peak under his shirt. For the first
time in years he was thrown "Well I'm sure we can all sympathize with
that, my teenage daughter start re-wetting the bed only this weekend"
His eyes widened on hearing his own rushed family confession. "Now to
other news, a National Poll of viewers has shown the majority believe
too much bad news is reported..."

Kate took her eyes from the screen relaxed back into the chair and
smiled broadly "Rubbish, she thought, what bad news?". Jen-lo's hands
crept from behind the chair to caress her tits "Ladies, she announced,
thanks to the diligent work of our absent colleague - the colonization
of planet Earth is begun!"

In another dimension a different mind screamed silently from a
non-existent mouth "No, no..."

The End? 


Part eleven of eleven
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Foot Notes
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I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.  As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only
payment for my work. Please address comments to
yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com
 
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other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the
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