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Subject: {ASSM} (NV) West Coast - Chapter 1
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Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 04:10:25 -0400
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First, this is a bit of "fan fiction" work set in the NanoVirus
universe.

If you're an NV fan, you'll pretty readily recognize some of what's
going on.  If you're not, I highly recommend reading the NanoVirus
stories first.

Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English 

codes(MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws)

I'm including all of the codes from the NV stories even though I'm not
much of a "ws" kind of guy.

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He was finished, but I wanted to teach the sorry S.O.B. a lesson.  I
jumped, and almost lazily performed a spinning back kick that landed
perfectly.  He was lifted off his feet and slammed bodily into the
wall behind him, the knife clattering to the ground.

I had long since been WAY beyond any common street thug.

I was recruited by the State Department really before I had graduated
as my classes Valedictorian from MIT (I graduated with a Masters in
Electrical Engineering after only 4 years of school).  Even though I'd
always been a gun nut, the folks at State taught me to be better,
along with teaching me hand to hand combat stuff I'd never learned
even though I'm a black belt in four different forms of martial arts. 
Anyway, I spent some time working with the most elite teams our
country could put together.  Usually I was the "long shot" guy; that's
what they call a sniper at State.  However, my Masters thesis focused
on electronic security systems and measures, and for a few years time
I was actually considered one of the worlds foremost authorities on
the subject.

Which played into the hands of the boys at the State Department
nicely.  I would speak at conferences all over the world ... often
"working" at night after the conference was over.

I'd stopped working for State about 14 months ago now though.  My time
hobnobbing with some rather powerful and influential business folks
had made me a huge sum of money.  So I got out of "the business".  No
more sniping, no more stealing crap from other countries that the US
government didn't want that country to have.

Frankly, I was tired of being shot at, tired of killing people, tired
of the stress.

"Give me your hand miss," I said reaching out to help the poor woman
that had been attacked by the man I'd just beaten the snot out of.

"You ok," I asked as she rose unsteadily to her feet.

"Yeah," she answered pulling her blouse closed that the thug had
sliced open with his knife.  "Thanks for doing that.  I ... well I owe
you one."

"You don't owe me anything Ma'am.  I'm just glad I was here to help. 
I tell you what, why don't you let me escort you to someplace a little
safer."

"I'd like that, thanks."

We left the dark alley, stepping over thug with the nasty looking rash
on his neck ... me giving him another kick in the head on the way.

And HOLY SHIT was she gorgeous!

Look, I'd been around the world, danced and rubed elbows with "the
upper crust".  Most of the women at those things were like barbie
dolls.  Yes, they were hot, but had so much plastic surgery that it
just didn't look natural anymore.

This woman would have fit in well in places like that ... and had
every woman in the room green with envy.  She was good looking ... but
I could tell that it was natural.  Her beauty wasn't fake ... it was
something that was almost as much in her as her physical appearance. 
She wore a red miniskirt that showed-off flawless legs, and a white
blouse that, now that it was torn, was accentuating tits that were on
the large C, small D range.   She had the sort of body that was
athletic.  maybe she was a sprinter in college and she was probably a
fitness buff now.

I could see now why some common street crimnial wanted to rape her ...
he'd never get a woman this hot within ten feet of him on purpose.

"My car is just down the road," she said.

I nodded and walked along with her.  "I take it you're heading home
for the night from the club?"

"Yeah ... my friends all went home with other guys.  It's why I'm
alone.  And you?"

'Obviously no dummy herself,' I thought.

I was wearing jeans and a somewhat worn T-Shirt.  Obviously not
clothes for the club, especially not for a club on a Thursday night.

"A good buddy of mine owns a store around here.  He and I were just
hanging out, catching up.  You know.  He and I have actually been
catching up for the last three days doing little else but eating pizza
and drinking beer because we haven't seen each other for so long that
all of the stories one of us would tell would trigger the memory of a
story from the other one."

She nodded.  "Look, it's still early," she said stopping and turning
to face me.  "Why don't you ride with me to my house, I'll change my
clothes, and we can go grab a bite to eat or something.  I'd feel
aweful if I didn't somehow thank you for saving me back there."

As I like to say, I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid.  "How could I
possibly turn you down," I said aloud.

She got a broad smile and replied "Well, you can't."


"It's settled then."

Her car was parked a couple of blocks away, and obviously she wasn't
broke either.  For wheels she had a customized Z3 roadster.

"You put in a new chip and exhaust into this, or is it just cosmetic,"
I asked after I'd sat down.

She just looked at me and started the engine.  The throaty growl told
me the car had been tuned as much on the inside as on the outside ...
just like the woman.

Now think about it.  She'd just been attacked, her blouse had been cut
open ... and she was driving a stick shift car.

That meant her blouse, which was revealing anyway because it was for a
night out on the town, fell completely open ... and it didn't seem to
bother her in the least ...

And she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her boobs didn't have that rediculous gravity defying tightness of
someone who'd had their breasts augmented or lifted or anything.  But
they didn't sag either.

Of course I couldn't help but look, and all she did was blush.

"So what do you think of all the deaths," she asked suddenly.

The question was, well, very odd.  I looked up to her face.  "Excuse
me?"

"The deaths.  All those people in prison dying all of a sudden.  I was
just wondering what you thought about it."

I shook my head.  "Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about.
 Like I said, me and my buddy have been holed up in his store.  I
haven't seen the TV or looked at the papers since ... well, since
Tuesday."

"Damn ... then you won't believe it.  Every criminal in the country
caught some ... some illness or something ... and just died.  Every
last one of them."

I looked at her more than a little incredulously.  "How in the hell is
that possible?  You're just jerking my chain because you knew I'd been
talking with a friend the last couple of days."

But the look on her face was ... I don't know ... strange.  "This
isn't a joke ... and by the way, what's you name?"

"Stan.  Stan Hanson."

"I'm Mary Streisdale.  Anyway, it started yesterday.  Everyone in a
jail just started getting a rash, and would die a few hours later. 
Started on the east coast and swept across the country ... jumped the
pacific ocean, and kept going.  by now, there probably isn't a single
person in jail left alive anywhere in the world."

"And it started here you say?"

"Yeah, it did."

My mind went into overdrive.  I didn't think such a selective means of
killing people via a biological agent was possible.  The agent would
spread and infect those close.  That meant chemical.  Something
probably put into the food supply that was only eaten by criminals. 
The question was ... who would do such a thing.

Shit, I could think of thirty that would attempt such a stunt if it
could be done off the top of my head at various world governments.

"Son of a bitch," I said, knowing I'd paused too long.

"Yeah ... but so far it hasn't affected anyone else, so I suppose this
isn't really a big deal.  Hell, we'll save a ton of money in taxes
because we won't have all those criminals to pay, jails to run, and so
on."

"Yeah," I said.  

But something didn't add up.  It was too sudden and it happened too
quick.  That would mean that all those guards would be out of jobs ...
all the businesses that get their money from selling products and
services to prisons would go out of business.

This couldn't be good.  Instantly, the number of people that would do
something that potentially destructive to the global economy shot
downward pretty rapidly to perhaps five or six ... maybe even only two
or three.

She lived only a few minutes away from the gaslamp quarter in an area
of downtown San Diego called Bankers Hill.  It was this beautiful old
victorian, and just like everything else, the inside of her home was
as gorgeous as the outside.

She flipped on the TV for me, then ran upstairs.

She had it on FOXNews (good girl I thought), and got hit square in the
eyes with what she had said in the car.

Every single person, in any jail, anywhere in the entire world was now
dead.  Not only that, but known criminals that were on the loose were
dropping like flies as well.

Confusion set it HARD.  It made no sense.  It was one thing to get
some chemical to someone in a jail that we controlled, but how in the
HELL did that same chemical get into every jail in the world with
enough precision to kill the incarcerated that quickly AND ALSO get
delivered to criminals who had not even been to jail?

I couldn't resolve it at all ... and it made me nervous as hell.

Mary came back down dressed similar as me.

"Look, I don't want to seem rude or anything, but I don't eating is
such a good idea right now."

The look of dissapointment was obvious on her face.  "Why not," she
said, looking down at her clothes a little self-conciously.

I knew what I could and could not say, and settled for a partial
truth.  "Look, I used to work for the State Department.  What ever
this is, is targeting people somehow.  First it hit people actually
incarcerated for something.  Now what ever it is, is killing criminals
even if they haven't been to jail yet."

"And ..."

"What ever it is can't be biological.  If it was, prison gaurds would
be dying and they aren't.  That means it's chemical.  The only way to
deliver something like, to so wide a number of people, is through the
food or water supply."

"But if it's only attacking criminals..."

It was that odd look again.  Almost as if she were nervous, but
something kept pulling her back, calming her down.

"Because there is no way for something that wide spread, that diverse,
to not also leak out into the food supply that hits the general
population."

"I see.  Then do you think the food in my house is safe?"

I shook my head ... and found myself calming down.  Strangely, I
wasn't feeling nervous anymore.

"Probably is," I said going with my gut.

She sighed relief.  "This way," she said and lead me into a spacious
kitchen.

We chit chatted over crackers, cheese, and some AMAZINGLY good wine,
the two of us becoming more and more bold with each other with each
sip.  Already our shoes and socks had come off as it became aparent
that I was spending the night.

We were about half way through our third bottle, and she was on my
lap, when I tapped the bottom of her glass just as she was drinking
from it, spilling it down her shirt.

"Aww, you got me all wet," she said giggling.  "Looks like I'll just
have to get this wet thing off me."

As she was lifting the shirt off her, I got busy with my toungue,
licking the wine from her skin.

Her breathing deepened ... and turned into a moan as my mouth found
her nipple ... already a hard nub.

I put my other hand to use, massaging the other breast.  

Mary leaned her head back and arched her breasts into me, moaning
louder.

"Harder," she said demandingly.

I complied, now nibbling her nipple and eliciting a growl from her.

She grabbed two fists full of my hair and yanked my head back.  She
dropped her mouth onto mine and MAN WHAT A KISS.  This one not only
had looks, but FIRE.

Deciding to show my strength, I put my hands around her waist and
lifted, then stood, literally holding her in mid air.

This really got her going.  I carried her to a counter and set her
down on it, the two of us liplocked the entire time, and began undoing
her jeans.

she broke the kiss, and reached down and pulled my shirt off, and
began working my jeans as well.

As soon as I had her buttons undone, I pulled her from the counter and
pulled her jeans off.

No panties, and a completely shaved twat.  Good girl.

I inhaled deeply and put my hands around her waist.  As I rose again,
I lifted her back onto the counter just barely enough to keep her up
there, spread her legs apart, and had some pussy to go with all that
wine I'd been drinking.

"Oh yes ... lick it ... flick it with your tongue .... ohhhhh goooood
.... yes, like that ..."


I used my fingers, and put two of them into her now sopping wet hole,
and quickly found her G-Spot, which drew a sharp intake of breath from
her.

I quickly turned the two fingers into three, and as I tongued her,
rubbed the three fingers across and around her G-spot.  Her breathing
became quickly so ragged she could hardly speak.

And when she began having trouble exhaling, I knew she was cumming ...
so I added all four of my fingers and really sent her to the moon.

As her breathing changed again, I knew her orgasm had ended and moved
up to get some more of those lips.

She grabbed my head however, and spent some time licking her own
juices from my face.  Good girl.

Then she jumped down, finished the last button on my own jeans and
pulled them along with my boxers down, and I stepped out of them.

"Holy shit Stan," she said when she got a full look at my nearly nine
inches of fat cock.  "You ARE a big boy aren't you."

And before I could answer, somehow managed to take her mouth down ever
last inch until her lips were into my own pubes.

And then she began to "swallow", the contractions in her throat were
incredible.  Hell, she could have just done that, and I'd have blown
my load almost immediately.

But when she pressed against the spot between my ballsack and my crack
... it seemed my whole world would explode.

Just as it seemed I was nearing the point of no return, she lifted off
for a breather.  "You like that huh," she said with a wild grin.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

She turned her head down, and did it again ... this time fondling my
balls with her other hand.

This time my world DID explode.

When she stood up, it was my turn to grab two fistfulls of hair and
gve her the kissing of her life.

"So, where's the bedroom"

She turned and lead the way back to the staircase and up the stairs to
an enormous room with a massive california king bed.

Usually, when I walk, my own "weight" makes me soft.  But walking
behind that piece of ass and I was hard again before we crossed her
bedroom door.

And she she got onto her bed and crawled on ... well, what else could
I do but grab ahold of her hips, aim my dick, and push in.

With little warning.

Again, she inhaled sharply, and my dick just touched her cervix when I
was all the way in.

I pushed her hips forward, then yanked them back hard.

"Oh fuck ... do me Stan ... hard."

So what else could I do?  I jack hammered that pussy and let her
scream.

I think she orgasmed again ... not sure, but it became obvious pretty
fast that she like it rough.  So I thrust her forward and let her go,
shover all the way onto her bed, then jumped up on top of her.  I
hooked both my arms around her legs and yanked them up, exposing her
to me, and drove into her again.

"YES!  FUCK ME STAN!  HARD!"

So what else could I do?  The next time I was on the "out stroke", I
pulled all the way out, aimed at her south hole, and leaned down.

Now, I'm a big guy, and no matter how rough they like it, pounding
into an unstretched ass is going to tear all kinds of shit, so I just
leaned against her, letting her own juices be the lubricant, allowing
her body to slowly stretch to accomodate me.

"ooohhhhHHHHHHH  FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!"

It took a little bit, but I was all the way in, and began to slowly
pull out.  Her breathing quickened.

"A little faster ... come one dick boy ... faster."

I smiled wickedly.  She liked a little pain with her pleasure.

So I moved just a hair faster.  I planned to tag her ass again so
tearing her up wasn't on my agenda.

After a few pumps, she was good and stretched, so I began to go at her
hard, using one hand to hold her in position, and the other to
stimulate her clit.

This time I KNOW she came again and her constractions sent me over the
edge.

I eased out of her, and laid down beside her.

"That was absolutely fucking incredible," she said, obviously out of
breath.

"My sentiments exactly," I replied.

"Damn, a couple more times of that, and I'll be your slave for life."

"Mary, a couple more like that, and I'll be your slave for life."

We both cuckled, and eased off into sleep.

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