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Subject: {ASSM} The Deal (MF, MM, anal, rape, ScFi)
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Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2005 21:10:02 -0400
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THE DEAL
by Carlos Malenkov (writing as Kien Reti)
Copyright (c) 2005 by Carlos Malenkov



Barney fancied himself a master of the art of seduction. He had conquered
hundreds of women in his career and had left behind him a trail of broken
hearts and bruised souls. But, hey, that was just collateral damage, and
the game was only thing that counted.

Sharon intrigued him. She had the finest ass he had ever seen on a
woman, and he had seen his share. He had gotten his first glimpse of
her magnificent backside at the Simexco board meeting a couple of months
back. She was a last-minute stand-in for the scheduled speaker, and she
was making her best effort to keep the audience from falling asleep as
she valiantly held forth on methods of meeting regional sales quotas.
But Barney didn't hear a word she said. Those tight, round buttocks
under her form-fitting power-suit slacks had riveted his attention like
a target in the crosshairs of a gun sight.

"Sorry," he said to her afterwards, "but I didn't quite understand what
you were getting at with that last PowerPunk slide."

Sharon smiled at him. "Not many of the attendees seemed to take much
of an interest. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised. Slide shows are such a
deadly bore."

He looked her in the eye and smiled back. "Not yours."



"Damn it, man. She's an _executive VP_ in a Fortune 500 company. That
puts her way out of your class. Mark my words, Barney, one of these days
your pussy chasing is gonna land you in deep shit."

"Look, Johnny boy. When I home in on booty, I _never_ give up. Never.
And, I _want_ that ass of hers. I need it, crave it, and I've simply
got to have it. I'll do anything to get my hands on it."

"Anything?"



"I'm not sure I can bring myself to be unfaithful."

"Look, Sharon, Earl's a loser. He's the classic example of a wimp husband.
The guy hasn't made love to you for months, and he probably can't even
get it up any more. A woman of your caliber certainly deserves better
than that. Not to mention that there's this explosive chemistry between
us. Hey, when I touched your hand a minute ago, you could see the sparks
fly. Look, baby, it's obvious that we're _intended_ for each other. And,
you can't fight fate."

"You're very persuasive, Barney. But, I don't know . . . "

"Well, can I at least order you something else to drink, my sweet?"

"No, but . . . "

"But?"

"But, would you take me home?"



Barney was facing death, and he didn't much care for the feeling. The
business end of an automatic pistol looks like an eight-lane expressway
to Hell when you're staring into it at point-blank range.

"So, what did you expect, chump? That I'd let you get away with messing
with my woman?"

"But, but -- "

"Stop that damned sniveling. If I were going to kill you, it certainly
wouldn't be like this. There are better ways, ways that would make you
suffer more and that couldn't be traced back to me."

"Uh, Earl . . ."

"Yeah, scumbag?"

"Uh, well, is it too late to say I'm sorry?"

Sharon chose that moment to reappear. Barney hadn't seen her since that
cursed split-second when she had motioned him into the house ahead of her.
Since he had suddenly found himself knocked down and held at gunpoint.
Like a chump, he had let himself be ambushed! Suckered!

"Barney, my love," she said.

_Love?_

"Here's your chance to get what you so desperately want. You _were_ after
my ass, right?"

This was getting way too weird. He looked from her face to her husband's.
Earl gave him a lewd smirk, but without shifting his aim. _What the fuck
was going on here?_

"All right, here's the deal," Earl said.

"You were hot for my wife's ass. Well, I can certainly respect that. She
_does_ have a world-class ass. But . . . _so do you_, my fine fellow. So
do you."

"Me? _Me?_"

"If you want a shot at Sharon's ass, and if you want to hold on to your
worthless life, then you'll just have to follow the program."

At gunpoint still, Barney let Sharon help him up from the floor. She
snapped tight-fitting metal bands onto his wrists. Through attached
eyelets in each of these shackles the lovely lady linked a cable leading
up to a pulley overhead. She stepped back, and as her husband cranked
the handle of an unseen winch, Barney was stretched upright, precariously
teetering on his toes with his arms pulled uncomfortably tight, straight
up over his head. This elaborate setup gave him the suspicion that he
wasn't the first victim of this scam.

"Now we can get down to essentials." Earl patted him on the butt and
reached down to . . .

_Why is he unbuckling my belt?_ Barney asked himself. _So he can drop
my pants!_ In bondage and naked from the waist down, he struggled to
hold back panic as he contemplated what might would come next.

The one thing he feared more than any other was rape -- anal rape. Boyhood
whispers of what _queers_ did to one another had given him nightmares
for years. Even as a supposedly enlightened adult, with gay friends
and acquaintances, he had shied away from thoughts of what they did in
bed. _In the ass -- they fucked each other in the ass!_ And now it was
his turn.

_His turn._

"You can relax and enjoy it, or have it forced on you." Earl gave an evil
laugh. "Listen, tough guy, I can hammer a fifteen-inch steel spike into
your asshole to rip it open, if that's what it takes. Or, you can
cooperate and make it easier on yourself. Either way is perfectly fine
by me."

Barney felt the sweat running down his face. He wanted to scream. If only
he had a hand free -- and a knife in it -- so he could cut his own throat.
He wished he were dead. He wished . . .

It _hurt_. There was a stab of pain so fierce that it became the center
of his existence. _Something was forcing itself into him down there._
Something hard and brutal and unyielding. Up his . . .

"It doesn't have to hurt. Don't fight it. Stop tightening up. Relax. Give
it up. Give up your ass. Give it to me. Open up. I'm knockin' at your
door, so let me in. Let me . . . let me do you. _Fuck you._ Fuck you in
the ass."

Earl's voice was a steady chant, compelling, irresistible, hypnotic in
its intensity. And, it began penetrating into the center of Barney's
consciousness, sapping his will to resist, soothing him, overcoming
his revulsion, persuading him to . . . accept this horrible perversion,
this invasion of his body. And he surrendered.

Barney felt the hard shaft ram into him, penetrate up into his core,
and rip open his most vulnerable flesh -- his ass, his rectum, his
tender inner chamber. It burned, IT BURNED, and he would have doubled
over sobbing in anguish over the shame and humiliation of it if the
cables hadn't held him rigidly upright. But it didn't hurt as much
now, as his defloration proceeded. It was as if the shock of it all
had finally anesthetized him and deadened the pain of the violation of
his most private self. And, he discovered, to his horror, that he had
a painfully hard erection. And that Sharon was taking it into herself.

She was humming the tune to "Furry Alien Lover" as she exposed herself
to him in all her glorious nakedness. As she rocked back on her heels,
she writhed and entwined herself with him and slowly hand-fed his
quivering hardon into the moist cavern between her legs. Barney's head
throbbed to the syncopated rhythm of cock thrusting into his backside
and pussy thrusting onto his front side, while crazed thoughts scrolled
across his mind as if on a moving marquee: _Fucked -- double-fucked --
fucked front and back. Robbed of manhood, stripped of illusions, and
I'll never be the same again._

He sensed a liquid eruption boiling deep inside him, and he died.



He kept staring at the white ceiling.

_What am I doing here?_

"No sudden moves, please," the voice said. "You wouldn't want to disturb
the life-support systems."

_Life-support?_

Various tubes and IVs snaked out of his body. A tube was in his mouth
and running down his aching throat. A respirator?

"Finally awake, I see. You gave us quite a scare, but we think you'll pull
through."

He wanted to ask what this was all about, but only a weak croak came out.

"Don't try to talk. That will come later. After we get you out of danger."

_Danger?_

"You're lucky to be alive, Barney. We've temporarily interrupted the
somatic transform process, but your condition remains serious. It appears
that someone injected nanoconstructors -- tailored micro-organisms --
into your colon, the theta-null type used for altering body structure
and metabolism."

_Nanoconstructors? That load Earl shot up my ass . . . it wasn't jism?
Oh, shit!_

"Weirdest case we've ever seen. When you were brought into the emergency
room, you were in the process of being transformed into an alien
life-form."

_Alien?_

"That's right, an ozone breather. Able to process the atmosphere of
Gehenna, that extraterrestrial planet the deep-space telescope
photographed a couple of years back."

"But -- "

"But, you're in deep doodoo, fellow. Right at this particular moment,
you're neither fish nor fowl. You could still breathe Earth-normal air,
probably, but you'd have a miserable time of it. Unfortunately, we're
unable, with the current state of the art, to reverse what's been done
to you, but possibly our people in Exotic Disease Research . . . "

_A guinea pig? No thanks._

"So, you're staying here, under quarantine, until the CDC decides
otherwise."

_Holy Moley! I'm a prisoner in a fuckin' quarantine ward because that
fucker, Earl, fucked me and made me into a space alien. I'm really fucked
up now!_

"So, it appears that you'll be our guest for the duration."

_The duration? How the fuck do I get out of this joint? Maybe if I . . . _



Fortunately, the doctor's clothes fit him reasonably well. Too bad he'd
hit him over the head so hard, but he hadn't realized he had superhuman
strength. Being a space alien had its advantages, even if trying to
breathe the air felt like knives stabbing into his lungs.

What to do now? Can't just stroll out the front entrance of the place
and try to disappear in the crowd. A glimpse into a mirror convinced
him of that. He didn't even _look_ human any more. Not necessarily
ugly, mind you, just strangely exotic. Actually, ruggedly handsome,
in a space-alien sort of way.

_Out. Had to get out._ A quick peek out the door showed the hallway
empty of people. _Got to get out of the immediate area. Maybe find an
unused room to hole up in. Quick!_

Damn it! Someone must have seen him. Rapid footsteps echoing down the empty
corridor behind him. _Run!_

Catch an elevator! Over there. No one in that car. Punch a button, any
button. Something wrong with the air. Can't breathe!

Why is it stopping? Thirteen? _This hospital has no thirteenth floor._
The door opens. Punch the buttons. Nothing happens. Stuck here! Getting
out. _Click._ The elevator door closes behind him. Marooned in a long,
dark hallway and having trouble breathing.

Over there. What?

A blank steel door. Press the blinking red button on the panel. The door
slides aside. Step into a small chamber. The door slides back into place.
Trapped inside! There's a loud hissing. _Am I being gassed?_ No, it's
getting _easier_ to breathe.

The wall ahead opens up. _What?_ There's light ahead, so bright it hurts.
Strange colors, though. It's daylight. This is outdoors! But where?
Stunted shrub-like plants with pale orange leaves. Luminous purple sky.
_It might be another planet!_

"Correct," spoke a familiar voice behind him, "it's another planet."

_Another planet?_

"Congratulations, Barney. You led us on a merry chase, kiddo, but you
did finally blunder into the gateway."

"Gateway? Gateway to what? Uh . . . _Earl_? I believe you have a little
explaining to do."

"I'd prefer to let my associate do the explaining."

"Hello, Barney," Sharon said.

"Well, fancy meeting old friends here."

"Not exactly friends," Sharon said. "Earl, here, is head recruiter for
the Outmigration Institute. And as for me, well, I'm your intended,
your future mate. We've been selected as a matched breeding pair."

"Could you maybe run that by me again?"

Earl chuckled. "Welcome to the newly-opened colonization planet Gehenna.
Be fruitful and multiply."



Barney lay behind Sharon, totally immersed in the blissful lassitude that
comes after having made long-lasting and satisfying love. Her naked ass
was beautiful. It was the finest ass he had ever seen on a woman, and he
had seen his share. It didn't in the slightest matter that her skin had
a distinct bluish tinge. Or that her sex organs were exotic. His were
too, after all. The tip of his penis flared out into a prominent bulbous
swelling, matching precisely the contours of the interior of her vaginal
vault, and when they coupled they hooked together like earth-type canines
in a mad mating frenzy that lasted hours. It was a distinct improvement
on what he remembered from his previous existence.

"So, tell me again why Earl had to go through the whole song and dance.
Why he didn't just whack me over the head and inject the nanoconstructors
intravenously using a standard-issue hypodermic. And, why he had to
ass-fuck me to plant the seed."

"Curiosity getting the better of you, my sweet? As you might have guessed
by now, we Zhanoi have quite a reputation as practical jokers. It's in our
nature to love theater. As for fucking you in the ass, that was strictly
for recreational purposes. And, you _do_ have a fine ass . . . and after
we go through the seasonal sex change, I might just be tempted to fuck it
myself."

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