© May 20, 2001
From: '--' <--@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, 17 May 2001 11:22:00 -0700
I noticed your author bio on asstr and was very interested by it. You mentioned a desire to have people pass on requests. I have talked to many different people over the last year about my own desires and a few people said they were very interested in my ideas, some even said they might develop my ideas into a story, but these people have all disappeared, never to be heard from again. I know my fantasies are a tad — weird, but I don't think they are anything totally bizarre or really honestly freaky. So if your interested in what I'm about to say, keep reading, if not, well thanks and PLEASE keep writing :)
Okay, well the thing is, I like women to be dominate, really powerful.
Total power over me. It thrills me to be totally dominated, with no control, no hope, just living a life of servitude and slavery to a woman, women, either one powerful women or a whole WORLD filled with dominate women. But what do these women want? I mean if they are going to all that trouble to dominate me, taking all that effort and time to even acknowledge my existence... there must be something I can provide them.
So in my fantasies, that is cum. My semen.
That is the only thing they care about. I'm not a man to them, I'm just a cock. They milk me, they have me, I'm their play thing that gives them fresh cum to drink and play with. They have no concern for me as a person, they just love that cum. When I imagine a whole world of dominate women, I have strict quotas, I have to produce cum for their business or their schemes, and I'm treated like you'd treat any business resource. when I'm dealing with the idea of one powerful woman, it's just her thing. Maybe she likes to bath in cum, or loves the taste. Whatever it is, I'm under her power and I need to make cum for her.
That's the basic idea. I don't know how that sounds to you or anything, probably nuts, but I'm curious. What do you think? If you're still reading, thanks again, and have a great day! :)
A lot of men can't get enough sex. The burning, yearning, desire in their loins to procreate. The sexual drive is probably the most basic of urges throughout the known Universe. When some men can't seem to get enough sex, they resort to other outlets and means to obtain that longing climax.
But too much of a good thing can also have disastrous results. What happens when a society builds up their entire civilization around sex, or the byproducts thereof? Will it survive?
Chapter 1: SoS
"Captain's Log, StarDate... who the fuck knows. I just left Orpheus Prime where I dropped off a load of Ketallian Brandy. The bartender at the depot mentioned that Keltic Four is looking for some cargo ships to haul some weapons from there to the Inubrian Outpost.
Risky job, I know, because of the inherent risks of pirates and marauders, but the pay is good.
Since my landlord said she's going to evict me if I don't have my full rent come the end of this month, I really don't have a choice. Maxwell, out."
John Maxwell was an average Joe trying to make living. Torn over the loss of his last girlfriend, when he found out she was really a Heletic Daemon camouflaged to appear humanoid (hey, she almost bit off his head during an argument... literally) he was love-lost and heart-broken.
The job at the Inubrian Outpost seemed like a dream come true. By hauling one load for these guys, he'd make more money in two weeks than he'd make in an entire trimester.
John decided to take it easy for the ride across the sector, he wouldn't be expected for another 48 hours, and he took this time to run diagnostics and make minor repairs on his ship's defense systems. The threat of pirates and marauders was all too real, as he'd only narrowly escaped a brush with both only once before each time.
While listening to some MP32s, piped through his ship's comm system, his melodic journey soon became interrupted when the all-too-familiar wail of a distress call beamed out of the speakers.
Scurrying back to his cockpit, he flipped the switches which piped the call through the speakers.
"Hello? Is anybody out there? " a female voice could be heard through his ship's speakers. "This is Captain Fern Viger of the Ule Marou, I'm in need of help and assistance. Can anybody hear me? "
Intrigued as to what could be the matter, John answered the distress call using the sub-space antenna to broadcast his reply across the vastness of space. "This is John Maxwell of the... well... This is John, how can I help you? "
Scratchy and with a lot of static, the woman sounded relieved as she began her reply. "John... Maxwell... My name is Fern Viger. My ship is immobile, and I'm adrift. Can you give me a tow? "
"What class is your ship? " he replied. If her ship was too large, his tractor beam wouldn't be able to tow it and he'd have to radio AAAAA.
"Class 4 cruiser," she replied.
He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. "Ma'am, that's not a ship, that's an escape pod," he said, muting the mic so he could laugh some more. "Transmit your coordinates and I'll see what I can do."
Seconds later, he received the coordinates on his screen and noticed she was only three parsecs away from his current position. "I can be there in a half-hour, sit tight."
Altering course, he headed towards her coordinates. He wasn't worried about helping her, since he had plenty of time to kill before having to be at his destination. In fact, he purposely chose to fly there at impulse speeds only so it would take him longer.
He slowly made it into the sector where she had given him and quickly scanned for ships and vessels. Immediately, his ship detected her vessel, 1/10th of a light-year from where she had originally given him,
"You're drifting awfully fast," he radioed to her as he headed to her next destination. "I should catch up to you in about five minutes."
"Thank you, John. Hurry! I'm scared."
Speeding to her destination, he engaged his ship's grappling beam which stabilized her ship and brought it under his hull. Once her ship was docked, and secured, he opened up the airlock and climbed down the rungs into her vessel.
As he entered her vessel, he noticed her black hair flowing long past her shoulders as her back was facing him. "Hello? " he said as he reached the floor.
Smoothly, she turned around in her cabin to face him.
She was a thing of beauty he thought to himself. Long, flowing, black hair; deep brown eyes, smooth olive skin, and a well endowed chest which didn't quite fit her flight suit.
"Terran-system? " he asked her.
"Excuse me? "
"Are you from the Terran system? Earth? "
"No, I'm afraid not. Why do you ask? "
"Your appearance. You resemble a race of people from Earth. Northeastern quadrant... Asia, I think it's called."
"I'm from Jalapillia."
John just stood there for a moment, his eyes fixated on her bosom.
"I'm sorry," he said, becoming self-conscious of his gazing. "I'm John."
"Well, let's see if we can't get you underway, shall we? " he said, turning about to head to her engine compartment.
Inside the rear of her ship lay the machinery which propelled Fern's ship across the Galaxy. With a Class 4 Cruiser, John knew her main propulsion would be impulse drives, since she was only capable of Warp 1.
Looking around, it was quite obvious to him what her problem was; one of the distributor wires leading to the impulse spark plugs was removed so her impulse engine couldn't fire normally. Repairing the problem, he left the engine compartment, and walked back up to the front to find the mysterious woman sitting at the table in the back portion of her cab.
"Well, I found your problem." he said gleefully. "Try to start her up."
Fern walked to the pilot area and turned the key. After several violent shakes, her engines emitted a very smooth, and low hum.
She jumped up, ran over to him, and gave him a big hug. "Thank you very much! " she said. "How can I repay you? "
"Ma'am, it was nothing."
"I think I have a way," she said to him, running her fingers down his shirt.
"What are you doing? " he asked, as she was unbuttoning his shirt.
John offered little resistance as the woman pushed him down onto the couch. As she reached her hand into his pants, she was pleasantly surprised to find out John was a Stolac.
"Wonderful! Two for the price of one," she said. Stolacs are a race of humanoids with two genital appendages, formed in a Y shape from between their legs. Fern undid his pants, and took both of his appendages in her hands. She could feel a warmth and stiffness come over them as his blood slowly flowed deeper within them.
Like two hands on a yoke, she knelt in front of him and gently massaged the head of each one with her thumbs.
John couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan, still not fully believing this was happening to him. "Fuck, I need to answer more distress calls in the future! " he said to himself.
Taking one of his appendages in her mouth, she used her other hand to gently stroke his other.
Down, she went onto him, taking it's full length in her mouth. As she lifted her head up, she moved her hand down his other shaft. When her head reached the divide of his shafts, she gently stroked the main shaft.
All this pleasure was proving too much for John to handle; and as his three gonads retreated into his pelvis, he let out an eruptive burst shooting his hot jism deep into her mouth, and onto her back.
This, of course, was what Fern was waiting for, and as she tasted the warm, milky-blue, substance which continued to pour out of him, she knew he would be perfect for what she had in mind.
"Mmmm," she let out, as she rolled her tongue through the jism in her mouth. To her, John's jism tasted like Hiloberry wine.
She got up, and wiped some of the blue jism which was running down her cheek, savoring it by licking her fingers and hand. A slow stream of blue aftercum was still gently flowing down the undersides of John's genital appendages.
"I've never given a blow-job to a stolac before," she said. "That was wonderful! "
Messy, his species was. In order to help ensure their survival, stolac males had evolved to produce an exorbitant amount of semen each time they climaxed. This was the reason, geneticists hypothesized, why they had two genital appendages; to handle the volume and pressure of their climactic eruptions.
John waited, in a blissful state, for his climax to end when he saw Fern point a weapon towards him.
"What's going on? " he said, as he struggled to get his pants on. But, before John realized what was happening, Fern fired her weapon rendering him unconscious.
Chapter 2: Prisoner
When John awoke and opened his eyes, he found himself in a long, narrow room. He was naked, and bound, to a table which was slightly reclined. He could see about twenty women walking about the room, all naked, wearing nothing but white lab coats.
Then he noticed something sinister! To his left, his right, and lining the opposite wall, were hundreds of other men. They were naked, as he, and all bound.
John looked across the room at two women hovering over a human male. He was young, probably not more than 21, and the women were placing electrodes on the man's head and chest. That didn't shock him nearly as much as what he saw the women do next.
A woman placed her gloved hand onto the man's penis, and gently rolled her thumb over its head. The man's penis soon became engorged and stiff. With the man's cock lying flat against his stomach, another woman gently grabbed it and inserted a long catheter deep inside.
Next to the man, he could see another which was undergoing surgery. Women doctors had operated on the other man, and inserted valves and tubes inside him. One was thin, and the other much thicker.
As John followed the tubes to see where they led, he read two signs above the table. The thin tube led to a valve marked, Urine Collection and the thicker tube to a valve marked, Solid Waste Collection.
John was becoming horrified at witnessing all this take place and he called out to his captors. "What's going on here? " he said.
Immediately, and upon hearing his voice, all the women in the room stopped what they were doing and rushed over to him.
"How is he awake? " one woman said.
"I don't know, zap him again." said another.
John couldn't help but become scared at the frenzy which was happening to him. "Wait! What's going on? " he said, but the women ignored him.
One woman came over with a device which loosely resembled a gun.
"Stop! " he cried out, but his words were being ignored.
As the woman with the gun aimed it at his head, he saw a brief flash of light, and went to sleep.
When he awoke, he found himself on a beach, with waves gently rolling into the shore. Wearing nothing but shorts, he got up quickly and examined his body for scars or other markings.
Exhausted, and tired from the heat of the pounding sun, he couldn't stay conscious, and collapsed.
Suddenly, he felt cold water dripping onto his forehead and face which startled him. He awoke to find himself inside a room made entirely of vegetation; straw, bamboo, thatch.
Focusing his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman peering over him.
"He's awake! " she called out, as two more women rushed into the hut.
"Where am I? " he asked, groggy and tired.
"You're on Reesa," the woman smiled and said.
"How did I get here? " he started to say, before he was interrupted.
"Shhh," another woman said. "We need to get you cleaned up."
The three women escorted him out of bed, and over to a make-shift shower. One of the women undid the button to his shorts, and gently pulled them down. Stepping out, he stood naked, in the middle of the square, as the last woman began using a pump which poured warm water which came from a cistern on the room, onto his head.
The two other women used large leaves and spread berries onto his body as they joined him in the shower and started to wash him.
Warm water flowed steadily from above as it rained down on the three. Beads of water glistened down the women's chest and drip off their erect nipples.
He couldn't help but become aroused at the sensuous beauty which surrounded him which the women were quick to notice.
With the two women taking an appendage in each of their hands, they smeared berry juice all over his long, thick, shafts; massaging them, and getting him clean.
John started to feel a tingle build up inside of him, as his two prostates started to get engorged and without restraint, he couldn't help it as his knees buckled and he exploded yet again.
This time however, nothing came out of him. No forceful jets of milky-blue jism spraying his female caretakers on their faces. No steady stream afterwards.
John blacked out for just a moment, and when he awoke he discovered why.
He was in a cool room, illuminated only by monitoring displays and gauges, and a single light peering down onto him. A loud hum could be heard coming from afar.
He struggled to focus his eyes as he looked down at his torso and saw the catheters in his genitals.
He could see air bubbles intermixed with the thick blue fluid his body produced from pleasure as they traveled up the tubes. His hips were spasming uncontrollably as he felt vibrations coming from within him; a long wire coming from between his legs.
He wasn't in any pain, in fact, he was having a rather long orgasm. As the vibrations inside his rectum altered in intensity, he could feel the muscles in his groin push even more jism out of him, and up the tube.
His eyes followed the tubes up to the ceiling where he found a rather thick, and clear, tube running along the length of the room. Red, white, blue, and green fluid was intermixed in this tube as the fluids flowed steadily along the tube's path.
Nervous, he let his eyes wander around the room, and as far as he could see there were literally thousands, if not tens of thousands, of other men like him, strapped in, naked, their hips gyrating, and coming.
John tried to speak, to call out, but couldn't as he realized yet another tube was forced down his throat.
Just then, he heard a loud buzz, looked up, and saw a brown liquid being forced down his, and all the other captives, throats. Suddenly, an intense wave came over him, and he blacked out.
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 their 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 gauges 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.
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.