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LAWSTIN'S PACE
A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, 
   Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story

..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot.  Or not.


* * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * *

This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff
like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal.

There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here.

If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab
for your crucifix, please go to church and pray.  If not, then
this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour
after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning
old TV shows.

"I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file.
I laughed.  I cried.  I'm looking for the video...



LAWSTIN'S PACE

Disclaimer:  Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely 
by
accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have 
anything
in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real
world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him.


Read this in Black and White!


"Penny!  You bring that back!"  Will Robinson glared at
his sister, who was on the ladder leading up to the top of
the solar silo, teasing him once again.  His strawberry hair
was tousled, as always, and the rosy glow rising in his
cheeks matched the shade quite nicely.  Penny climbed a
few more rungs.  "You'll never get your dumb old book
back!  I'll tell!"  Penny clutched the magazine even tighter
and kept climbing.  She had gone into her brothers room
scant minutes before and had spied the corner of a
magazine peeking out from under his mattress.  She
grabbed it and yanked it out, then held it up to the light. 
Her eyes widened.  It was a thin book, printed in french,
with a title of "Le Chat Amour", and right on the cover
was a picture of a man with no clothes on, and his... 
thing was sticking in a cat's mouth.  The man looked like
he was in pain, either from the cat's teeth or it's claws,
which were visibly leaving scratches on the man's
stomach and thighs.

Penny had never even seen her brothers thing before,
much less anybody else's, and she was staring at the book
when Will had walked back in.  Instantly the chase was
on.

Will was standing at the foot of the ladder.  Penny
reached the top of the solar silo and climbed on top,
glancing over the top and down at her brother, who was
by now pacing back and forth, scared one of the adults
would come by.  Penny spread the book open and looked
at the other pictures.  Some were men having sex with
small cats, and there were some men that were having sex
with big cats.  Real big cats.  Like tigers and Lions. 
These men would creep up quietly on a lion who was
feasting on a fresh kill, and while the lion was busy with
his meal they would rush up and furiously hump the
animal until they became bothersome, at which point the
Lion would reach around, swat the man, bite his head off,
and continue with their meal.

Penny was as fascinated by the amount of blood as she
was by the sight of so many mens' things' sticking out. 
She leaned over the edge and called down to her brother. 
"You're sick!"  she cried.  "These pictures make me
puke!"  But it really wasn't feeling sick, she thought.  She
had this funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she
suddenly realized that she was wet between her legs.  She
didn't think she had to go to the bathroom.  The only
other time she had felt like this was one time during a
meteor storm when Dr. Smith had held her in front of him
and the movement of their ship evidently caused him to
rub back and forth against her bottom, and after a bit it
had felt like he was rubbing a broomstick against her, but
they were about to die so she didn't say anything.

It itched down there like she need to scratch it or
something.  Her hand slipped sown and she rubbed her slit
through her spandex pants, right where her "feel-good"
button was.  That's what Judy, her big sister, had called it
when Penny had asked her.  "When you want to feel
good, just rub it." she said as she left with Don, their
pilot.  She always seemed to be going someplace with him
these days.  Judy never spent any time with Penny
anymore, but penny had discovered her feel-good button,
and hadn't really minded.  It felt extra good when she
looked at the pictures of the mans' things' when she
rubbed it.  There was one picture where the camera was
real close to one, and Penny could see the end of it was
swollen and seemed to be dripping something.  Her heart
was beating real fast now.  She started to turn the page.

Suddenly, her brother's head popped over the side of the
silo.  "You dumb old girl!" he said.  "Only boys can do
that!"  Penny was mortified that her brother has seen her
rubbing herself.  Will sat down beside her.  "I don't care
if you look at the book, just don't tell Mom and Dad!" 
Penny looked up at him.  "I...  I won't.  But what are
these men doing?"  Will eyed his sister for a moment. 
"Listen, I have more books, would you like to see them?" 
Penny nodded her head quickly, and they both climbed
down the ladder and re-entered the Jupiter II.  They
walked in Wills' room and he shut the divider behind him. 
He walked over to a hatch marked "NEVER OPEN. 
RADIATION DEATH CERTAIN!" and opened it,
reached inside, and pulled out a stack of old magazines. 
Some were torn, some seemed to have pages stuck
together.  Penny picked up one which had fallen close to
her.

On the cover was the title "Lolita Schooltime", and the
picture had a very stern looking man in a suit holding a
ruler and shaking a finger at a small girl, perhaps nine or
ten years old,  Penny eyes bugged out.  The little girl had
her dress pulled up, and she was bent over like the man
was going to spank her.  Penny could see right between
the girls legs up to her privates.  Penny could almost see
her feel-good button.

Inside the magazine there were more pictures.  The girl
had stood up and the man had unzipped his trousers and
the girl had his thing in her mouth.  On the next page the
man was laying down and the girl was on top of him,
and...  and...  the mans' thing looked like it was up inside
the girl!  Penny felt weak.  Without thinking, her hand
slipped between her legs and started rubbing again.  Her
brother moved and she jumped, reminded he was still in
the room.  "Don't stop!" he said.  "Let me watch!"  

Penny turned so she could get a better look at her brother,
and nearly fell off the chair.  He didn't have any pants on,
his thing was sticking out, and he was rubbing it up and
down real fast!  Penny stared like a deer into headlights. 
"What are you doing?" she finally asked.  Her throat has
constricted down to a pinpoint.  "This is how boys play
with themselves!"  Will said.  "It feels to me like it does
for you, when you rub yourself."  Penny had started
rubbing herself again without realizing it, all the while her
eyes locked on the sight of the end of her brother's thing
bobbing up and down.

She finally tore her gaze away and looked at the next
magazine.  This one was titled "Watermelon Mama" and
the story seemed to be about two farmboys who were out
in the field and found two real cute watermelons and they
stuck their things inside them, but one of the watermelons
was really a space alien in disguise, who proceeded to cut
the boys' legs off, and then the boys rolled around on a
Red Ant hill, and the last picture was of the boys writhing
on the ground grabbing themselves.  A truly
tremendous amount of blood was shown.

The magazine under that was named "MechanoSex 2000"
and it featured a girl about Penny's age who took off her
clothes and painted herself green, then strapped herself
into this great machine that looked like a cross between a
trampoline and a concrete mixer.  The next page showed
the girl as she was ripped to shreds by the police, who had
come to save her, and has mistaken her for a green french
person.  The amount of blood was staggering.

Penny thought she could see some form of pattern
showing here.  She grabbed the next magazine and looked.
This one was "Nigger Homo and the KKK" and was
apparently about some men who liked to stick their things
up some black man's bottom, but apparently this man
liked to smoke in bed, because the last photos were of him
rolling around on the ground burning like a torch.  She
thought the other men were kind of stupid, because when
they reached for some water to help put this poor man out
they had grabbed gasoline by mistake, and now the man
was burning brighter than ever.  Penny was disappointed
there was not a huge amount of blood in this issue,
although the sight of the black man's thing burning like a
candle made her giggle.

Something brushed her cheek, and when she twirled her
head to the left she saw her brother's thing not one inch
from her face!  The end of it was swollen and shiny, and
he was squeezing the shaft like it was a pump or
something.  She could smell a funny odor, like when she
would crawl in bed with Mom and Dad on sundays.  Will
leered at her.  "Suck my dick!" he said.  He rubbed the
end of his penis against his sisters lips.  Penny was unsure
she should, but the itching between her legs had jumped
when her brother rubbed his thing against her.  She
opened her lips slightly, and the taste of man flowed
across her tongue for the first time.

Her eyes started to glaze over, and her mouth opened a bit
more.  Her brother slid his penis in deeper, and when the
head was in her mouth she wrapped her lips around it and
started sucking eagerly.  She enjoyed this.  She moved her
head back and forth three or four times, enjoying the
feeling of the end of her brother's thing hitting the back
of her throat.  Her brother groaned once or twice, and
suddenly her mouth was full of something warm and
gooey.  Her brother pulled his thing out, and the last two
shots of sperm hit his sister's face and started to drip
down.  Because her brother's thing had been in her mouth,
she swallowed most of whatever it was, and some spilled
over her lips and dripped off her chin.  "What's that?" she
asked.  "That's my sperm"  Will replied.  "I just started
shooting it out last month.  You'll need to get a mouthful
every night from now on."  Penny though about this, and
decided she might like getting it.  The taste was halfway
salty and...  mannish.  The smell seemed to be very
familiar, like she had smelled it many times before, but
she couldn't just place where.  She decided she liked to
taste men.

Her brother's thing had started to droop down, and she
reached up and held onto it for the first time.  Instantly it
was hard and stiff again.  "Wow!  That's neat" Penny
exclaimed.  "How do you make it do that?"  She started
moving her hand up and down like she had seen her
brother doing minutes before.  Just then they heard the
outer hatch to the Jupiter II slide open, and the sounds of
the adults echoed through the upper level as they returned
from the days' vegetable hunt.  "Get dressed, and DON'T
TELL!"  Will hissed at his sister, who was busy wiping
her face off on the sheet.  They both dressed in five
seconds and were on their way up to the upper deck.

John Robinson called they entire group together at
dinnertime that evening, and stood to make perhaps the
most important speech he could on this aborted voyage to
Alpha Centauri.  "As you know," he began, "we crash
landed on this planet two years ago, and in all that time,
we haven't found anything to eat except for some things
that look like potatoes that grow underwater.  Testing has
since showed little, if any, food value in them.  In the
meantime we've been living off our ships' stores, and that
brings me to why I called you all here tonight."

"What is it?" Dr. Smith demanded.  "Another so-called
ration scheme?  When will you learn my delicate
constitution won't allow it!  Indeed!"  Dr. Smith swiveled
in his chair and faced the other direction.  "I won't have
anything to do with this!"

Maureen Robinson spoke up.  "Now, Dr. Smith, I'm sure
it isn't as bad as all that.  Is it, John?"  She looked
apprehensively at her loving husband of 21 years, who
stared grimly back at her.

"I'm afraid it is, Maureen."  John Robinson looked at each
of them in turn.  "We only have enough food left to last
two weeks.  Then it's all gone."

"Two weeks!"  Dr. Smith screeched.  "Why, I'll lose
weight!  I'll get thin and weak!  You're doing this
because you think I'm terrible, aren't you?"

Don, the pilot, ignored him.  "What do you think we
should do, John?  What are the alternatives?"

"Unfortunately, there are none.  We've scoured the planet
for food, and found nothing.  Nothing with even two
percent plant fiber.  These weird plants all seem to
incorporate asbestos in their structure, evidently so they
can survive when this planet swings close to the sun." 
John Robinson sighed.  "Of course, that's two weeks of
food for seven people.  It would last seventeen years if we
dumped Dr. Smith."

"What!"  another screech filled the air.  "How dare you
suggest I eat too much!"  Dr. Smith let out a long burp,
which happily muffled an equally voluminous amount of
gas expelled from his anus.  "And don't go thinking I've
been eating today!  I've barely had enough to keep me
alive!"

Behind him, the Robot rolled to a stop.  "Warning! 
Warning!  Sensors indicate a large volume of methane gas
has been emitted by Dr. Smith!  Onions, too!"  Everyone
at the table scattered like vietnamese from work, leaving
poor Dr, Smith sitting there looking forlorn.

Later that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Penny
lit her flashlight and examined some more of the
magazines her brother had given her.  One was a
magazine named "Mr Bo Peep" and it seemed to be about
this nice looking young man who was a sheepherder, but
three pages back he had his pants off and was sticking his
thing inside one of the sheep!  Penny had never even
imagined something like that could happen!  Penny
slipped her hand inside her panties and started rubbing her
feel good button.  It was really sensitive tonight.  The next
magazine was a story about this man who was giving two
young girls a ride in his car.  They were maybe eight or
nine each, and had on pretty dresses and had ribbons in
their hair.  One of the girls had pigtails.  Then the pictures
showed they had stopped, and there was a picture of the
man peeing while one girl watched and the other held his
thing!

Penny had never seen this.  She stared at the picture and
tried to imagine what it would be like to have a hose on
her that she could pee through.  Absently, her finger
moved a bit faster over her slit.  She slipped her panties
off.  The next picture had the two girls taking their clothes
off, and the picture after that showed the man laying on
the ground, and the two little girls were squatting over
him, and they were peeing right on him!  Penny though
this was wild!  On the next page it showed the man had
his mouth pressed up between one of the girl's legs, while
they other one had his thing in her mouth and was sucking
on it.  Penny thought about earlier in the afternoon, when
she had sucked on her brothers' thing, and he had shot his
sperm stuff in her mouth.  Her hand was moving so that
her fingers were dipping into her vaginal opening now. 
She had discovered by herself how good it felt when she
started to push things up inside herself.

Suddenly, the covers were flipped back, and when Pennys'
head jerked up she was looking right in her Fathers' face. 
Her heart stopped beating for three seconds.

John Robinson stared down at his ten year old daughter,
lying naked on her bed with apparently pornographic
magazines in one hand, and the fingers of her other hand
pushed up between her legs.  There was a look on her
face that was some place between glaze and fear.  He
stared at the buds of her breasts, barely more than puffy
nipples, and as his daughter removed her hand he looked
at the barely there wisp of hair beginning to draw a line
above the top of her slit.  Seconds passed.  He felt his
penis start to crawl around in his tight spandex pants.  His
throat was tight.

"Penny..." he finally managed to croak. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to disturb you.  I thought you were asleep,
and just came to tuck you in."  Which wasn't really the
truth, but close to it.  Ever since Penny had been very
young, her father had paid close attention to her sleeping
habits.  Unlike him, Penny seemed to be able to fall asleep
quickly, and over the years John Robinson had determined
that about 45 minutes after his daughter fell asleep, she
entered her first REM sleep period, when Penny started to
dream.  She would dream for about 15 minutes, then go
through a cycle of progressively lighter sleep for thirty
minutes, rest easily for a while, then fall back down into
REM sleep about 90 minutes later.  From his studies in
college he knew that during REM sleep a person is
effectively paralyzed, to keep them from acting out their
dreams.  Some people were faulty at this, and
sleepwalked, but Penny didn't.

Experience had shown him that when Penny was in lighter
stages of sleep, if he tucked her in, or moved one of her
arms or legs back onto the bed she would resist slightly,
and fidget around, but during REM sleep her limbs were
completely relaxed, and she could be picked up and
moved to another room, or from the couch to her bed, if
the occasion arose, and she would never know it.

One evening about three years ago she had fallen asleep
on the couch after watching a movie, and when he had
picked her up to take her to her bed he noticed she was in
her REM sleep, and was completely relaxed.  As he laid
her down on her bed, one of her hands and come to rest
up against the front of his trousers, and he was struck with
a thought.  Quietly, with his heart starting to beat a bit
faster, he unzipped his trousers, pulled his penis out, and
very gently placed it in the outstretched hand lying palm
up right in front of him.

He wrapped his daughter's fingers around the shaft of his
rapidly stiffening penis and slowly moved his hand up and
down, using her hand to masturbate with.  A few seconds
later he was starting to leak, and the slippery semen
coated the end of his shaft, and coated his daughters
fingers.  The rippling effect of her fingers rubbing over
the ridge of his penis soon overcame him, and John
Robinson had one of the more astounding orgasms of his
life.  His sperm shot out of the end of his penis, sailed in
a graceful arc and landed on his daughters belly.  The next
three shots more dribbled out, and soon his daughters hand
was covered with his sperm.  She never even twitched. 
His legs were shaking, and he covered her and left the
room.

Since then he had visited his daughter many times in the
night.  He had come to learn that during her REM sleep
he could almost tie her up and do whatever he wanted, but
he was always afraid she would wake up and realize what
he was doing.

John Robinson stared down at his daughters body once
again.  That was why he had come in here.  He and Don
had stayed up late drinking that moonshine they made
from old socks and stuff, and when Don had passed out
John had started thinking about giving his daughter
another facefull of sperm.  When he had entered the room
he saw her covers pulled all the way up, and he had,
naturally, pulled them down.

Her father lurched out of the darkened room, sliding the
partition shut behind him.  She barely took a breath.  Her
father has caught her, naked, doing some of the nastiest
things in the world, and had APOLOGIZED and walked
away!  In her mind she kept replaying the sight of
watching the front of her father's pants move while he
looked at her.  She had never seen her father naked, but
she was sure he had a thing, too, and from the looks of it,
it was a lot bigger than her brothers'.  Her fingers started
moving on their own again.  She lay back in the dark,
thinking about seeing her father naked.  She started
rubbing over her feel good button, then in her vagina
twice, then over, then in, faster and faster.  It felt like she
was going to bust right open.  She rubbed faster and
harder, and then a hot glow seemed to start between her
legs and spread over her belly and legs, and her vagina
started twitching and her pink little asshole started
squeezing open and shut, open and shut, and the nerves all
up and down her body stood up and started doing a hula
dance!

Slowly her eyes focused again.  It was much later, and her
heart rate had slowed back down to something more or
less normal.  She lay in the dark and thought about this
wonderful new thing she had learned to do.  She also idly
wondered what Dons' thing looked like.

The next day Don was missing.  He and Dr. Smith had
gone out to investigate whether there was a Disco on the
other side of the ridge, and of course Dr. Smith had
returned early, claiming he had overexerted himself and
had to perform a bowel movement shortly after they left,
and Don had proceeded on further.  When he had not
returned by nightfall, John Robinson went out in the
chariot driving around in the howling wind looking for
him.  He was back before dawn, holding the pack Don
had taken along.

"I found this..." he started, "and a condom draped like a
flag on a stick in the sand near the top of the highest
ridge.  There was blood on it."  Everyone in the room
shifted in their seat.  "I followed the footprints as far as I
could, but the sand storm erased them before I had gone
twenty clicks.  Dr. Smith, what was the last thing he said. 
Did he tell you where he was going?"

"Me?"  Dr. Smith purred like a cat full of birds.  "I
returned to empty my bowels."  His eyes slid back and
forth like a snake.  "He said he was determined to find the
Disco so he could 'Boogie with black chicks', but I turned
around and came back."  Judy sobbed and backed away. 
"No!  He wouldn't do that!  Not after what we've meant
to each other!"  She threw herself into her mothers' arms
and cried uncontrollably.  "Oh, Mother!  What will I do? 
He always talked about brown sugar.  I hate being white!"

John Robinson stood up and took control.  "We have a
week of food left.  Tomorrow, Judy and Dr. Smith will go
out looking for Don."  They ate their dinner in silence. 
Each one had a slice of vegetable protein and about a liter
of water.  Penny was already starting to lose weight.  She
really didn't mind, but her sister Judy was complaining
that she was losing weight too fast, and now she was
wailing about her stupid old boyfriend who had run off. 
Maureen Robinson was losing weight also, but grimly kept
her mouth shut.

After dinner Penny was on the upper deck talking with her
mother when Will came up the elevator, dashed across the
room and out the front hatch.  Penny watched him through
the window until he disappeared over the hill by the
potassium lake.  He was carrying something, and now her
curiosity was alerted.  It looked like one of his magazines! 
She made a feeble excuse to her mother than she needed
to go out, and when outside followed the trail which led
around to the southern side of the lake, instead of taking
the same route Will had.

She was there in 10 minutes, and walked slowly through
the scratchy plants until she was close to the lakes' edge. 
She heard a sound about twenty feet away, and she peered
around some rocks slowly, trying to see where Will was. 
She climbed over two more rocks, and then she saw him. 
He was sitting on a low rock, with his pants around his
ankles, and he was rubbing his thing up and down again!
The magazine was on the ground in front of him, opened
to a section full of pictures.  Penny thought this was great! 
She watched him for about ten minutes.  First he would
rub slow, then fast, then he would switch hands.  Penny
started to rub herself again.  She was already wet. 
Sometimes he would use both hands, sometimes he just
sat there for a minute with his thing sticking up like a
flagpole or something.  This made her giggle, and Will
heard her.

"Hey!"  he cried out! "You stupid old girl!  Come here!" 
He was standing now.  He kicked his pants off, and his
thing was pointed right at her while she walked slowly
over to him.  "You better not tell, or I'll tell on you!"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Penny replied.  her eyes were glued
to the sight of his thing bobbing and waving at her.  "I
won't tell.  I want to help!"  Will looked at her.  "Help
me?  If you want to help, then take your clothes off!" 
Penny hesitated at this.  She thought about laying in the
bed naked in front of her father, like she did last night. 
Will started to grin as Penny pulled the zipper of her
jumpsuit down.  She stepped out of the one piece suit, and
stood there dressed in her favorite white bra and panties. 
"Now your bra!" her brother said, and she reached behind
her and unsnapped it.  It fell loosely in front of her, and
her brother started to stroke his thing even faster.  Her
breasts were little more than swollen nipples, but there
was a distinct curve underneath.  She slipped her panties
down around her ankles, and kicked them off with her left
foot.  She was naked in front of her brother.

She walked over to him slowly and stood close to him
while he moved his hand up and down.  "Let me do that
for you." Penny said, and her brother grinned and let her
hold his thing in her hand.  She kneeled down and started
moving it up and down, and soon he started leaking, and
the head of his thing got real slippery.  She coated her
hand and used it on the whole shaft.  Everything was
slippery now.  With her other hand she started slipping a
finger up inside herself as far as she could.  She was only
able to get it in about an inch or so before she felt
something blocking the way, but an inch was fine.  It felt
great.

Will pulled her head closer to the end of his dick.  "You
know what I want you to do." he grinned, and Penny
stared at his penis for a moment before she started licking
the end of it.  Soon it was in her mouth, and Will was
moving his hips back and forth, sliding his dick in and out
of her mouth.  Penny had learned to wrap her lips around
it and suck hard.  After a few minutes Will started
grunting again, and Penny felt his dick swell and get very
hard, and she pulled it out of her mouth just as he started
shooting his sperm out, allowing one shot to slip between
her lips, and the rest to splash across her nose and chin.

She savored and swallowed, and looked at her brother,
who was smiling very big at her.  "Did I do okay?" she
asked, smiling to herself inside. "Did you like it?"

Will wiped his spermy dick off on his sisters' face.  "That
was great, but you still need to practice a lot more." 
Penny didn't mind, She was interested in all the new
sensations she had discovered in the past week.  She
picked up the magazine that had been lying at her
brother's feet.  The title was "The Real Holocaust" and the
story was about these evil men called jews who wore little
hats with the Star of David on them, and they made some
other evil men called nazis who wore black uniforms with
broken crosses on them to lick the butts of small golden
haired girls and boys and eat their poop.

Then there was a story about how Pol Pot killed thirteen
million Cambodians, and Penny wondered why the alleged
death of six million jews was more important than the
alleged death of thirteen million Cambodians.  She figured
it was because there were so few Cambodian millionaires
living in the US who had production control over the
editorial content of the various news oorganizations.  She
had learned in school how an insanely small group of rich
people could control the public opinion of millions of
(sheep?) by rewriting history to their own specifications,
and repeating their lies over and over.  "Just like that Bob
Dole freak." she thought.  He was that guy who everyone
says used to masturbate so much he wore out his right
arm.

Penny was disappointed there was no blood at all in this
issue, except for the last page which had an article about
a man in Tennessee who had sex with road kill.  Penny
thought the pictures of the man sticking his thing into
what looked like bloody hamburger with a rib cage was
funny, and she wondered why none of the cars on the road
stopped to help.

..end of part one...



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LAWSTIN'S PACE
A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, 
   Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story

..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot.  Or not.


* * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * *

This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff
like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal.

There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here.

If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab
for your crucifix, please go to church and pray.  If not, then
this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour
after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning
old TV shows.

"I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file.
I laughed.  I cried.  I'm looking for the video...



LAWSTIN'S PACE

Disclaimer:  Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely 
by
accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have 
anything
in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real
world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him.


Read this in Black and White!


LAWSTIN'S PACE
Part Two:

Dr. Smith was just staggering back into camp when they
returned.  "Oh, my heavens!  I am in agony!" Dr. Smith
crowed to no one in particular.  "My feet, they shall never
be the same.  Oh, the pain... the pain."  The robot, as
always, rolled into shot right on his cue.  "MY SENSORS
INDICATE YOU ARE A GOLDBRICKING ASSHOLE,
DR SMITH" the robot said.  "Don't start that now, you
metal monstrosity!"  Dr. Smith shrieked.  "Be Gone!" 
The robot rolled away sullenly.  Penny ran over to Dr.
Smith.

"Oh, Dr, Smith, you know you shouldn't hurt the robots'
feelings!"  she said, tugging at his arm.  "How far did you
and Judy get anyway?"  Dr. Smith looked at her sharply. 
"Isn't Judy back here?  I left her an hour ago!  She said
she would be right here!"  He jumped to his feet.  "Oh,
woe is me!  If anything has happened to that lovely girl I
shall... " He glanced at the two young people looking up
at him.  His eyes narrowed to slits, and his pupils seemed
to go almost vertically oval.  "...I shall always miss her. 
Yes." he hissed, and slowly walked over the hatch and
entered the Jupiter II.

That night at dinner, John Robinson was almost in shock. 
"Now Judy is missing.  First Don, then Judy."  he glanced
over to his wife.  "Did she leave any message?"  His wife
shook her head.  "No, John, but there's something else just
as serious.  I think she took the last of the food!" 
"What?"  John Robinson spun around.  "That's right," his
wife continued.  "Our cupboards are bare.  The replicator
is empty.  We have no food at all."

John Robinson stood grimly at the head of the table. 
"Tomorrow, Dr. Smith and Maureen will go out looking
for Don and Judy, and bring the food back.  May heaven
help us all."  He didn't sit down, but walked over to the
solar still and filled a liter bottle with the vile intoxicant
he and Don had brewed up.  As the nightly cosmic storm
blew in, the rest of the family retired to bed while John
Robinson sat on the upper deck, slowly draining the whole
bottle.

Penny was dreaming.  She was running through a field
full of hamburgers, with french-fry grass,  watching bears
have sex with men in black uniforms.  Then sheep herded
these men into a pen and blew them away with machine
guns.  There was lots of blood. Then she was waving her
right hand in the air, like she was trying to get someone's
attention, except she had a flagpole in her hand that felt
like a sausage.  It went up and down, faster and faster. 
Suddenly, she knew she wasn't asleep anymore, and her
hand was still moving up and down.  It felt like the
sausage was still there, too.  She peeked out of one eye
and nearly jumped out of bed.

Her father was kneeling next to her bed, and his pants
were down, and her hand was wrapped around his thing
and he was rubbing her hand up and down on it.  She
hardly dared to breathe.  It was so big!  Her hand couldn't
wrap all the way around it, like she could with her
brother.  She smelled that stuff he and Don had made on
his breath.  He was grunting and squirming, and by now
was jerking her hand quite violently up and down, then he
made a sound like there was another person trapped inside
him trying to get out, and Penny felt something warm and
wet cover her hand and go plop on her chest.  Her father
recovered after a minute, then stood slowly, pulled his
pants back up and left the room.

After he had gone, Penny pulled her hand up to her face
and licked her father's sperm off it.  It tasted a lot like her
brothers' but different in a little way, like he was eating
candy or something.  Penny though sperm that tasted like
candy was a great idea, and she fell asleep again idly
rubbing the last of his sperm into her chest and thinking
about how big his thing was.

The next day Dr. Smith and her mother were gone before
she got up.  She walked into the eating area dressed in
nothing but a large Tee shirt and poked around looking for
something, until she remembered they had no food left,
and sat down on the acceleration couch.  Her father's
partition slid open, and John Robinson lurched out of his
room holding his head and groaning.  He was dressed in
just his underwear, and walked over to the sink, where he
drank a glass of water and stood with his back to his
daughter for a minute.  He had not seen her sitting there.

She remembered what had happened the previous night,
and her little slit began to moisten.  She looked over at
her father, who had one arm in front of him, and his body
seemed to be shaking.  "Daddy, what's the matter?"  she
asked.  John Robinson nearly jumped through the ceiling. 
he spun around.  "Penny!  I didn't know you were
awake!"  She didn't answer.  The sight of her father had
frozen her to the spot.  When he turned around Penny
could see that her father's thing was swollen and stiff, and
the end of it was sticking out the side, where the leg of
his underwear curved up.  John Robinson followed his
daughter's gaze, realized what was going on, and walked
slowly over to her.  His eyes narrowed.  He stood right in
front of his daughter, his bulge not two inches away from
her face.

"Penny, maybe this is a good time to talk with you about
the birds and the bees."  Penny looked up at her father's
face. "What do you mean, Daddy?"  "Well, Penny." he
began, "you might have noticed by now that boys and
girls are built differently.  Have you ever seen a naked
man?"  Penny's heart was beating very fast, her throat was
dry, and she managed to croak out "I saw yours last night,
daddy".  John Robinson considered this for a moment,
then slowly pulled his underwear down and stood in front
of his daughter.  "You saw this?"  he asked.

Penny's eyes grew as large as basketballs.  Her father's
penis was twice as large as Will's and his ball things were
hanging down like bowling balls in a laundry sack.  It was
swollen and stiff, sticking out and pointing up from her
father's belly.  The end of it was purple, and it was
starting to leak.  John Robinson sat down next to his
daughter.  "Stand in front of me, darling" he asked. 
Penny got up and stood in front of him, all the while
never taking her eyes off his penis.  her father lifted the
hem of her Tee shirt a bit and peeked under.  "I see you
don't have anything on underneath, do you?  You're a
very nasty little girl, and you must take the Tee shirt off."

Penny slipped it over her head.  Her father started to run
his hands across her hips, and then she felt him reach
behind her and grab her bottom.  One hand he brought
back around to the front, and turned his hand sideways,
and slipped it up between his daughter's hips, up until it
was pressing against her private parts.  He started rubbing
her feel-good button!  Penny didn't know that men would
know about that!  She got wet very quickly, and started
swaying her own hips.  Her father grinned, and directed
her to kneel on the floor in front of him.  This placed his
penis right in front of her face, standing there like a little
fireman ready for battle.

She reached over and grabbed his penis, causing him to
breathe in sharply, and she started moving her hand up
and down like he had been doing last night.  "So you were
awake last night, were you?" he said, his eyes bright. 
"Did you like what I did?"  Penny smiled, and stroked
him faster.  Oh, she knew what to do!  She leaned forward
a bit and put the end of her father's penis in her mouth
and started sucking on it.  Her father seemed, at first, to
pass out.  he sighed loudly and laid back, and let his ten
year old daughter gobble his dick like a pro.

It took longer to make her daddy shoot than it did for her
brother, but soon her father was groaning like her brother
did (she decided she liked the way she could make a boy
groan by sucking on his dick) and humping her mouth,
when Penny felt his thing swell, and harden, and then her
mouth was full of his sperm stuff, and it was salty-sweet
like it was last night, and she swallowed what she could,
and licked the rest of it off the shaft of her father's penis.

"Hell," her father grinned at her. "You could give the
damn birds and bees a lesson!"  Penny grinned.  She liked
how her father looked at her, and she enjoyed being the
center of attention.  Her father's dick started to soften, and
Penny remembered that when her brothers dick went soft
she was able to make it get hard again by pulling on it, so
she started masturbating her father, who decided to allow
her, and within minutes her father's penis was stiff and
hard again, standing proudly in front of her.

"John Robinson pulled at his daughters hand.  "Baby,
climb up here and straddle my lap."  Penny stood up, then
got on the couch with one knee on her fathers left and the
other on the right.  His thing was rubbing up against her
cunny now, and they were both slippery.  She started
rubbing herself against the shaft of his penis, masturbating
her feel good button against the end of his thing.  "Oh,
daddy, this feels great!"  she said, and her father smiled. 
"Now try this, baby", and he stopped her, scrootched
down a bit, used his hand to place the end of his thing
against her cunny hole, and then looked up at her. 
"Darling, I want you to sit down slowly on my dick, and
let it slide up inside you."

Penny thought about the pictures in her brother's
magazines.  She thought about the pictures of the two
little girls in the car with the man, and how his thing
seemed to be able to go up inside them.  She settled down
just a bit, and felt the end of his dick nuzzle the opening
to her cunny.  She lowered a bit more, and suddenly the
head of his thing slipped past her outer lips and right into
her.  She stayed stock still for a moment, unaccustomed to
the feeling of having something stretch the walls of her
vagina.  He father wiggled a bit, and then suddenly jerked
his hips upwards quickly, while he pressed down on her
hips.

Penny felt two things at the same time.  It was almost like
the day she had to sneeze, and when she sneezed she
farted, also, and this was a lot like that, except for the
farting.  She felt a little twitch inside her, like a pinch, and
almost at the same time felt her father's hot penis slide all
the way up inside her.  Her brain seemed to explode. The
feeling of a dick inside her, of having a man slide his
thing in her, made her vagina start to quiver, and she
started shaking as her father started sliding his dick in and
out.  Her father reached down, and with his thumb, started
rubbing her feel good button.  That did it.  Instantly
Penny's body was racked with convulsions, and her vagina
squeezed like a vise, and her asshole puckered, and she
cried out as wave after wave of hot burning pleasure
crossed through her body, one after another.

Before she knew it, she was on her back on the floor, her
legs spread wide, and she felt her father lying on top of
her, his hips bucking back and forth.  he was grunting like
a cold pig in warm mud, and started sliding his pole in
faster and faster.  His daughter laid there with her legs
wrapped around her father's waist, her hands coursing
across his back.  Her father slowed, then stopped.  he
looked at his daughter for a second, and then slid his head
down and started kissing her nipples.  This drove her wild. 
It was like her nipples were connected directly to her feel
good button, and every time he licked them she would
vibrate like an osterizer.  He continued his trek down her
belly, and then in one motion wrapped his arms around
her hips to lock them down, and started licking her cunny.

Penny let out a long, thin wail.  Her mind was spinning. 
She had never before had someone kiss her there and the
sensation was absolutely fantastic.  He was actually
sticking his tongue up inside her cunny.  Wait!  Now he
was running his fingers around her asshole!  She was
bewildered what he was up to, but then he sat up and
rolled her over on her belly.  He pulled her up so she was
on her hands and knees, then pushed her head back to the
floor, leaving her with her butt stuck up in the air.  She
felt him move around a bit, then felt the end of his thing
slide inside her vagina again.  Oooohhh, this was great. 
Now she enjoyed the feeling of his body slapping against
her butt as he pumped her doggie style, and then his
thumb was playing with her asshole again.  Suddenly her
father started sliding his finger up inside her asshole while
his dick was in her pussy!  At first she was scared, but
then feeling of having two things sliding in and out of her
at the same time was too much.  She whimpered for a bit,
wailed for seven seconds and then lost herself in a frenzy
of fucking.  She was no longer Penny, ten year old astro
navagatrix, she was Penny, the slut.  Penny, the available
fuckhole.

Dimly she heard her father grunt, and then felt his hot
sperm spraying across her ass.  They both collapsed on the
floor, her father draped across her back, with his penis
lying along the crack of her ass.  They must have slept for
a while, because they were awakened by the sound of
people moving around upstairs.  her father dashed back to
his room, and Penny returned to hers to dress.

When she made it up to the upper deck, Dr. Smith was
already back, shaking and crying.  "Oh, it was horrible! "
he started out. "One moment she was there, the next she
was gone!"  John Robinson grabbed him by the shoulders. 
"What do you mean?  Where's Maureen?  Where's my
wife?"  Dr. Smith peered at him through swollen eyes. 
"Oh my dear Professor Robinson.  Space Hippies came
and took your wife away!"  John Robinson staggered back
in shock.  "You remember the Space Cowboys that came
here once?"  Dr. Smith continued. "Then the Space
Traders, then the Space Motorcycle Gang, then the Space
Pirates, then the Space Elevator Operators, then the Space
Auto Repairmen, and finally the Space Hippies?  Well,
they came back and took your wife away.  I tried to stop
them  I did!"  Dr. Smith was beside himself.

Although he searched for the rest of the day, John
Robinson never found a trace of his wife, except for a
curious message written in blood on a rock.  The message
read: "Rock 103 Rules!", which confused him, as there
were no more than 23 rocks around there.

It was now more than a week after the food had run out. 
John Robinson sat at the head of the table and took stock
of the situation.  First, Don the pilot had disappeared
while he and Dr. Smith were out alone together.  Then,
Judy had disappeared while she and Dr. Smith were out
alone together.  Then his beloved wife had disappeared
while she and Dr. Smith were out alone together.  His
scientific brain instantly saw the pattern developing.  All
three of the missing people, Don, Judy and his wife, were
ALL MISSING!"  His mind closed on this like a steel
trap.  He watched the others who were left at the table. 
Poor Will, he thought, thinner every day, who would
starve to death never having known adulthood.  Penny, his
favorite, who was already losing weight faster than
anybody and seemed to have her hand busy in Will's lap. 
And of course Dr. Smith, who seemed to be as fat as ever,
and even had the gall to sit there picking his teeth and
farting.

After two weeks without food things were starting to get
desperate.  John Robinson had lost thirty pounds, and Will
was wasting away.  Poor Penny, her ribs were showing
and the bones of her hips stuck out.  Dr. Smith, on the
other hand seemed to be in better spirits than ever.  If
anything, he even seemed to be fatter, which professor
Robinson dismissed as simply a trick of his mind in this
deluded state.  Dr. Smith even offered to search for the
missing members of the party again, but insisted John
Robinson come along to carry the guns.  "I'm deathly
afraid of them, you see" he cooed, and John Robinson
mustered the last of his strength and trudged off with him
over towards the Dune Sea.

Will and Penny watched their father and Dr. Smith
disappear across the ridgeline.  Very faintly they heard
shouting, then gunfire, and within minutes Dr. Smith was
back in camp, screaming.

"Help me, help me, they've taken your father away!" he
cried, clutching Penny in front of him and pointing back
the way he came.  "Where's my father?  What happened?"
Will asked.  "Oh, dear child, it was unspeakable!" Dr.
Smith cried.  "Agents of Saddam Hussain kidnapped your
father and took him away, claiming he was the Mother of
all Fathers, or something like that!"  "Well, lets go get
him!" Will screamed as he started to dash up the trail. 
"Oh, no." Dr. Smith said as he watched the young lad run
away.  "You won't be able to find him.  Not at all."  His
eyes narrowed to slits, and he let his gaze sink down to
the lovely young girl he held tightly against him.

He felt his penis start to stiffen against the pressure of the
thin young girl.  He rubbed his hips back and forth
slowly.  He bent down and cooed in her ear. "Now, child,
don't be afraid.  I'll be here to protect you."

Penny heard him, but her attention was now focused on
the broomstick Dr. Smith was rubbing against her.  Only
this time she knew it wasn't a broomstick.  She felt
herself started to get excited, and she deliberatly started
rubbing her bottom against the hard pole pressed against
her. Dr, Smith felt her motion, and briefly felt surprise. 
So young, but she apparently knew what she was doing.

"My dear, please don't move like that." he said, pushing
her a little bit away.  Penny turned and faced him, then let
her hand drop and feel the bulge in the front of his pants. 
"Is this your penis, Dr. Smith?" she asked.  "Why is it
hard?  Would you show it to me if I asked?"  Dr. Smith
needed no more encouragement.  He quickly pulled out
his knife and cut her throat from ear to ear.  She stood
stock still for a second or two, a look of pure surprise on
her young face, then her head rolled backwards making
the throat cut look like a smile from hell with bright red
bubbles, and her body collapsed in front of him.  There
was a remarkable amount of blood.  Dr. Smith quickly cut
the body into small chunks, which he carried inside and
placed in freezer bags, all neatly labeled.

In the back of the shipboard lab was a freezer, and he
placed the various parts inside, set neatly next to the parts
of her mother, sister, and Don the pilot, who was already
halfway eaten.  He still had to go get John Robinsons'
body and bring it back.  Dr. Smith made a few quick
calculations, and decided take he could make nearly 100
hamburgers out of Pennys' Legs and arms, and lots of
soup from her organs.  Heart Pie, Liver-snaps for a treat,
and pussy sausage on Sundays.  Her titties weren't big
enough for Titty-pancakes, and for that he slapped her
disembodied face.  "You little slut!" he thought.

Will was back by sundown.  "I couldn't find him
anywhere, Dr. Smith."  he dropped down on a chair near
the elevator.  "Hey, what's the matter?"  Will looked at
Dr. Smith, who was shaking and crying in the corner. 
"Oh, my dear child!" he began. "It was terrible.  Just
moments before you came back, there was a knock on the
door, and when Penny answered it there were Chinese
Communists out there, and I'm afraid they took her away! 
Oh, what shall we do?"  he cowered for a moment, then
glanced sideways at Will, to see if he was buying the
story.

Will hated Communists.  "What?  them dirty slants took
my sister?"  he bellowed.  "By God, this is getting
serious!  When the Chinese Communists can come right
up to your door a few light years away from earth and
take your sister, that's the last straw!"  Will paced the
floor for a while.  Dr. Smith kept his eyes on the young
boys frame.  He admired how his slim figure rippled
under the spandex, and his eyes greedily fell on the young
boys bulge between his legs.  He could never kill this one. 
The thought of his penis sliding up the young boys
asshole made him feel all weak inside.  He decided on a
course of action.

"What was that?" Dr. Smith shrieked. "There's someone
at the door!"  of course there wasn't, but it gave Dr. Smith
the excuse to leap up, run across the room, grab Will and
hold the young boy tightly against him.  He moved back
and forth, and Will thought he must have broomstick with
him.  "There's nobody at the door, Dr. Smith, you're just
hearing things." Will said to him.  "I'll bet it's the hunger. 
I think I hear things sometimes now, also."

Dr. Smith cooed softly.  "Of course you're correct, my
young friend.  You're very smart.  but we must not let
you starve now.  Are you really hungry?"  Will spun
around and looked at him.  "You bet!  I could eat
anything!"  Dr. Smith smiled and his eyes became slits. 
"You poor boy.  Would you like a hamburger?"

End of part two



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LAWSTIN'S PACE
A Mechophillic, Pedophillic, Necrophillic, 
   Beasteophillic, Sado-Masochistic, Pornographic Short Story

..concerning the true love between a boy and his robot.  Or not.


* * * * * * ATTENTION! * * * * * *

This document contains really nasty stuff, that includes yucky stuff
like doo-doo and caca and blood and naked people and bare metal.

There's even a reference to a man's p***s in here.

If you are so uptight that reading about sexy stuff makes you grab
for your crucifix, please go to church and pray.  If not, then
this is a story a friend of mine cranked out in less than an hour
after reading some of the stories in here that had a theme concerning
old TV shows.

"I can do that!" he said, and the next day handed me this file.
I laughed.  I cried.  I'm looking for the video...



LAWSTIN'S PACE

Disclaimer:  Any resemblance to any person, real or imagined, is purely 
by
accident, and you must never think any reference in here would have 
anything
in the world to do with sicko's and perverts and other people in the real
world, like Bob Dole, or other people like him.


Read this in Black and White!


LAWSTIN'S PACE
Part Three:

Will's face lit up like a christmas tree.  "Boy, would I!"  Dr. Smith 
patted him on the head and headed for the galley. "I've got spleen 
tartar, too!" but he was already in the other room, and besides, Will was 
lost in a dream about hamburgers.

It had been so long since he had eaten McDonalds, or Burger King, or even 
White Castle that the mere thought of irradiated bovine flesh set his 
mouth watering.  Suddenly his eyes lit up.  What about french fries?  
Will hopped off the couch and headed for the galley.  Dr. Smith wasn't 
there.  He wasn't anywhere downstairs, either.  Will confronted the 
robot.

"Robot!" he began, "Where is Dr. Smith?"  The robot flashed, and twirled 
the little thingies on his glass bubble for a while, then answered. "Dr. 
Smith is not on board the Jupiter II!"  Will looked concerned.  "Where is 
he?"  The robot stiffened, then twirled around on his center axis, and 
extended a claw towards the front windows.  "There!"  he gurgled, "The 
monster approaches!"  Will ran over and looked out the window on the 
front of the spacecraft.

What he saw puzzled him.  Dr. Smith seemed to be carrying a large, 
evidently heavy bag, and yet he was smiling and singing.  Will didn't 
think it was possible for Dr. Smith to work, much less perform hard work, 
but there he was.  Will ran down the ramp from the front door and over to 
the approaching  Dr. Smith.

"What'cha got in the bag, Dr. Smith?" Will asked, noticing curious bulges 
in the sack.  "Oh, my dear lad, the most dreadful thing has happened.  
Evidently, when your father was taken prisoner and forced to admit to 
being the Mother of all Fathers, or something like that, he commited 
suicide with a knife.  I found his body just over the ridge, and was 
bringing it back."

Will stared dumbfounded at the misshappen sack.  "You mean my dad's in 
that sack?"  "Yes, my boy.  I'm so sorry."  Dr. Smith set the sack down, 
and it promptly fell over, letting the neck of the sack unravel.  As Will 
Robinson watched, a human hand fell out of the sack.  Cold, white, 
lifeless...  and wearing his father's ring!  "Oh, golly!" Will cried out. 
"This is my father's hand!"  Dr. Smith grabbed the hand out of Will's 
grasp and set it down in the sack, giving a small, unseen lick to the 
palm.

"My dear boy, let me comfort you."  Dr. Smith reached out and drew Will 
into his grasp.  He held the shaking young boy tightly to him, which 
promptly had the reactioon he was looking for.  Will wondered why he 
carried a broomstick in his pocket.  After a minute or so, they parted, 
and Dr. Smith picked up the sack and started into the Jupiter II.  Will 
waited for a minute or two, then followed him in.  he went down to the 
second level, and over to the galley, but Dr. Smith wasn't there.  He 
heard a noise from the Lab, and walked over to the door.

Dr. Smith was standing real close to the freezer, moving things around.  
"Dr. Smith!"  Will called out.  Dr. Smith whirled about and slammed the 
door shut behind him.  "Why, my dear boy, you startled me!"  Will wasn't 
buying any of this shit.  "Where's my burger?" he demanded. "I'm getting 
as hungry as I am horny!"  Dr. Smith held out a stack of juicy slices.  
"Here they are, my boy!  French Fries with roofie sauce, too!"  Will was 
estatic.  He could hardly contain himself as Dr. Smith hummed merrily in 
the Galley, frying up the burgers.  Will wondered what roofie sauce was 
like.

Will was already at the table when Dr. Smith served up the dinner.  He 
wolfed down the burgers, marvelling at their wonderful flavor, and had 
started on the french fries.  These were somewhat different than he 
expected.  "They're Ugandan Fries, really, my boy" Dr. Smith had said.  
They were thick, but deep fried and good.  Will was munching along when 
he bit into something hard.  "Ow!  What's this?"  He fished around in the 
mealy pile and pulled out... his father's ring!"  "Oh, golly, these 
french... I mean Ugandan Fries were really my father's fingers!"  Will 
knew he should be feeling revulsion, or panic, or disgust, but they only 
thing he was feeling was a sense of sleepiness.  As he fell asleep Dr. 
Smith hovered over him, cooing "Yes, my boy, with a Rophonol sauce".

Will was falling through a sea of eternity in blackness so deep it made 
him sneeze.  With every sneeze another broomstick appeared, and Will had 
trouble keeping his balance as he ran down the end of his father's 
finger, where he saw his sister, Penny.  "Penny, help me!  I can't find 
the hamburger river!"  Penny smiled, and as she glided towards him she 
sank effortlessly into the sidewalk, ending up with her head poised 
perfectly in front of her brother pants.  She reached through the fabric 
of his pants, pulled his penis out, and started sucking on it like a 
newborn puppy whoses' mama been gone a whole day.  Will was happy, but 
when he looked down he let out a yelp.  His sister wasn't sucking his 
dick, Dr. Smith was!  When Will yelped, Dr. Smith jerked his head up and 
let Will's penis stand up right in front of his face while he spoke.

"So, you're awake, are you?" Dr. Smith closed his eyes to slits. "I'm 
afraid you'll be all tied up for a while, my boy.  Yes, all tied up."  
Will found that was true.  As he regained his senses, he found he was 
naked, and tied up with laserope, and was lying on his parents big bed.  
Dr. Smith was laying on the bed too, and he didn't have any clothes on.  
Dr. Smith grabbed him and spun Will over on his stomach.  Will felt Dr. 
Smith dollop some form of slippery stuff over his butt hole, and he 
wondered for a moment what was going on, and then he realized what Dr. 
Smith was about to do!  Will had to act quickly!  He bent around, so he 
could at least see Dr. Smith's face.

"Say, Dr. Smith, shouldn't you buy me a drink, first?" he cooed at the 
older man, who was kneeling on the bed with his penis sticking straight 
out, one hand holding his balls and the other spreading the last of the 
lubricant over his shaft.  Dr. Smith couldn't believe what he heard.  
Will was supposed to be scared, and crying, and shaking.  He was acting 
like some...  some...  slut.  Like any slut he'd kill in a heartbeat for 
being the slut around him.  Like Don, who wanted those black chicks.  The 
Slut.  Like Judy, who wore a mattress on her back so she could slut 
around at a moments notice.  The Slut.  Like Maureen Robinson, who 
slutted around with Collie Dogs for years before she came near him.  The 
Slut.  Like John Robinson, who rejected his advances one night when Dr. 
Smith had found him drunk on the upper deck.  The Slut.  Like Penny, the 
little Slut who had the nerve to grab his penis in public and actually 
say the word in front of him.  The Slut.  That left just poor, poor Will. 
 His perfect little young, hairless, slim, virginal boy, whose butthole 
would be offered on the alter of intergalactic love.  Now, he was...   
dirty.  Spoiled.  Soiled.

Dr. Smith's penis dropped like a 16 year old boys pants at the Girls 
Scouts annual Penis Sucking contest.  Will twisted around a bit more.  
"What'cha say, mister?  Me go butthole bouncy-bouncy long time.  Okay 
Joe?"

Dr. Smith reeled.  In his mind, he was transported back to Saigon in 
1965, when he was a medic with black ops, working out of a secret field 
south of town.  Fortunantly, they were so secret that not even the 
military was told about them, and thus they spent the entire war fucking 
the local boys and girls, called "LBFM's" for "Little Brown Fucking 
Machines"  A blowjob for fifty cents, quick fuck for a dollar, all night 
fuck-n-suck for ten dollars.  One night Dr. Smith was sliding his penis 
inside some young girl's pussy when she said exactly the same thing to 
him.  "What'cha say, mister?  Me go butthole bouncy-bouncy long time.  
Okay Joe?"  The thought of this pure young thing letting sweaty fat hairy 
Americans fuck her ass for hours made Dr. Smith start to tremble inside. 
 He reached for his knife, tossed it from his left hand to his right, and 
disemboweled the girl in less than one second.  The effect was almost 
comical.  The young girl's face showed abject terror, and her mouth was 
open, but with her diaphram sliced in two the edges flapped like some 
ghastly pair of hands clapping, sending bits of blood, flesh and feces 
flying to either side of her.  When she contracted her stomach muscles to 
sit up, with no real anchor now the action simply pulled her intestines 
up over her rapidly whitening face.

Dr. Smith though this was disgusting.  The way she could slut herself 
around.  When the mama-san came running in the room, he simply explained 
that his wee-wee was too big, and when he pushed it in the girl she 
exploded.  Maybe this mama-san was a slut too, he wondered.

The rest of the war was spent in relative bliss.  This country was full 
of sluts, and the government didn't keep track of them all.  Someone 
could disappear and nobody was the wiser.  If somebody did complain, he 
simply gave them a ride in his jeep, and a field or two over he would cut 
them up and sack them and bring them back for supper.

When the Jupiter II misson was announced, he himself had approached 
A-OLIS 14-Umbra and offered his services as saboteur, all the while 
planning to stow away on board so he could rid the universe of sluts, as 
he had read in that astounding magazine he found in the checkout aisle at 
the supermarket.  "UNIVERSE INHABITED WITH SLUTS" the headline had 
screamed, and the story went on with something about people on other 
planets that orbit Alpha Centauri who slut around all the time.  This 
thought had preyed on Dr. Smith for months, and he had jumped at the 
chance to stow away.

What luck it had been for him to find his entire ship was crawling with 
filthy sluts, after they had crash landed on this planet.  All except his 
shining jewel, Will.  All except...  that slut.  That little Slut.

Dr. Smiths' eyes focused.  Will was nowhere to be seen.

end of part three



