S.T.U.D.S.
Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced
BOOK TWO - of B.A.B.E.S.
by
Jacob M. Drake
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S.T.U.D.S.
Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced
BOOK TWO - of B.A.B.E.S.
Copyright © 2010 by Jacob M. Drake
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FORWARD
Because the first book of this genre has been such a hit with readers it was decided to move up the publication date for this second book in the B.A.B.E.S. stories of erotic hero stimulation. This second book, S.T.U.D.S. Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced is placed within the same realm as the now popular B.A.B.E.S. operatives of book one. Like those heroines, the realm of these new heroes is a place that takes its heroes slightly less seriously. In this world where females are endowed with super powers that in turn endow the females with humongous mammaries their male counterparts are naturally endowed with organs that don't know the meaning of the word "miniscule" or even "flaccid". In other words, don't ask one of these S.T.U.D.S. operatives for a hammer; you might be shocked and surprised by what he gives you and expects in return.
Although the S.T.U.D.S. operatives are only included in the first story of this collection, be assured, they will return one day soon as new stories of these men and women who engage in sexually erotic encounters as much if not more than they engage the enemy with their powers are written. Time simply has to be scheduled out to actually get these stories written, though other, equally erotic stories and books comprising different various other series within this realm are also being prepared for publishing one day very soon. We're certain you'll enjoy those as much as you do these.
Here then is the second collection of the B.A.B.E.S. universe - S.T.U.D.S. So sit back, open your e-reader and enjoy the over-actively frolicking sexhibitionistic sexploits of the babes and studs of, er, B.A.B.E.S. and S.T.U.D.S.
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One last note: I hope each reader enjoys the various acronyms as much as I had in developing them. It wasn't always easy starting with a chosen word I wanted for representing a particular part of the B.A.B.E.S. or S.T.U.D.S. organizations, and then searching for hours until I finally located just the right word to fit any particular letter in that acronym (Such as the word Kallikrein in the acronym M.I.L.K. - Molecularly Infusive Lactose Kallikrein - who knew that Kallikrein was defined as: "any of a group of proteolytic enzymes in the glands, lymph, blood, urine, etc. that release a kinin from various globulins"? I sure as hell didn't until I needed a word beginning with the letter "K" that would fit the definition I was trying to develop into an acronym. I still don't understand what it all even means, I just know it made the story more satirically pleasing and enjoyable.
So there you have it - the realm of B.A.B.E.S. and S.T.U.D.S. Enjoy it as much as I do and remember - it isn't a realm of reality, but fantasy - so please, all you feminists out there, don't get upset with me. I only put my fingers on the keys of my keyboard - the stories all wrote themselves through my fingers. Yeah, uh-huh, that's as good an excuse I can come up with at the moment, ok?
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S.T.U.D.S.
Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced
BOOK TWO - of B.A.B.E.S.
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S.T.U.D.S.
PART ONE
The night club was already crowded when the men standing guard outside the entrance made the decision to allow entrance to the three seriously hot babes who exited the taxi that dropped them off at the front of the line. All those who had already been waiting out in the bitter cold, freezing their asses off in the hopes of being allowed admittance to Chicago’s latest hot spot shouted epithets, irate at these three newcomers being singled out in favoritism over so many others. Who the hell did these girls think they were to barge in here and get special treatment?
The doormen for Babes & Studs, the name of this new night club, didn’t pay any attention to the crass language being used against them. Their orders were simple, any serious babes, especially those with huge hooters, were to be allowed instant access. These three ladies fit that requirement perfectly, all of them sporting knockers that would undoubtedly give them serious back pain in a few more years.
The doormen didn’t care about these ladies’ future medical problems, just that they’d be remembered by them later as those who had allowed them to bypass the line that wound all the way around the corner and down the next block, hopefully in favor of some seriously riotous sex they knew these hotties were capable of providing.
The ladies smiled sweetly as they entered the club, each one proving that they did indeed appreciate the treatment they were being shown by planting a deeply thorough kiss on the lips of one of the doormen as they passed.
One of the doormen, Alphonsio, reached out and grabbed a quick pinch on the ass of the Latino in the group, the one who wore the perfume that made him feel like a high school kid watching the girls in the shower room from a peephole.
The Latin babe turned her head at the pinch and pursed her lips, blowing out another kiss, her eyes telling him, later I’ll take care of you. He seriously hoped she was telling him the truth in that look. Already his cock sprouted up in anticipation.
A slap across the back of his head brought Alphonsio back to reality. He turned and saw his two compadres laughing at him.
“Man, she pulling your dick already, homey,” Richard spouted off.
“Yeah, Alf,” Mufasa snorted derisively through the hand he held over his own mouth, “Her pussy done got you proposing to her already. Make sure you invite me to the wedding, Homes.”
Alphonsio looked down his nose at his “bros”, a superior look shown in his arched eyebrow as he considered his “partners in crime”.
“You two just jealous ‘cause I got all up into her ass and she was cool with it. You just wish you’d done it first.”
Inside the Babes & Studs the trio of beauties made their way through the crowd of dancers and players, many other men placing their hands on the well-rounded asses of these babes passing by them, hoping-beyond-hope to tap into that before the night was over. Oh yeah, that was some serious pussy being trolled across the floor.
These hotties smiled at all the studs they passed, especially those who felt them up, their special senses on alert for any signal that one or more of these men might be the genetically enhanced males they’d been sent here to ferret out.
Word had gotten back to B.A.B.E.S. that a new breed of super-agent operative had been formulated, a process that worked only on the male DNA just as the process from B.A.B.E.S. worked solely on female DNA. These three had been sent to this club because it was reported as being the headquarters of S.T.U.D.S. or Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced. Word was that this process acted upon the male DNA through the Ultrons that had been sequenced dynamically in order to interact by way of the seminal fluid existent within the male reproductive system, thus it genetically altered and enhanced men with the Ultra-X gene just as the process used at B.A.B.E.S. provided a Super-X gene within females.
According to the reports those higher up within B.A.B.E.S. had managed to obtain, all S.T.U.D.S. operatives could be determined due to the hyper stimulation of the prosthetic glands within the male reproductive organ, or as it was reputed to be named, the Seminal Endorphic Modulation of Engineered Nucleonics, or S.E.M.E.N. for short.
Not that there was anything “short” about this process, for if it was to be taken seriously, and those at B.A.B.E.S. had no reason not to trust the reports they’d received so far, this hyper-stimulation of the endorphic nucleonics in the seminal fluid of men had the side effect of enlarging the male penis to six times its normally erect length even when flaccid. That meant that an average S.T.U.D.S. operative could be sporting a cock of better than two feet and more than three inches wide.
All these Babes had to do was look at the crotches of the men they passed. Anyone who had a serious bulge running down along one leg, making it appear as though that stud had a pot roast hidden in his pants, was most likely a S.T.U.D.S. agent.
So far everyone they had seen had been perfectly normal, though a few had been delectably handsome enough to qualify as possible bed partners if nothing else panned out for them in this place. Already each of the Babes had been handed nearly a dozen business cards by men who wanted to be called by them in the near future.
Making their way to the bar, knowing that drinking was a prerequisite to keeping their cover while surveilling this club, Spice, Fyre and Pulsar Babe., under their undercover names tonight of Selina, Frankie and Payton, respectively. After all, alcohol had no effect upon their enhanced physiology at all. Any one of the B.A.B.E.S. operatives could drink this bar dry and never feel any effects normally associated with getting drunk.
The men around them, obviously, wouldn’t know that and would be watching for signs of inebriation within these babes, any man’s signal to move in and attempt a pickup. After all, making an inroad with a babe like these was far easier if she’d had a bit too much to drink already.
After all, what was that old joke men liked to tell?
“What’s the mating call of the babe? ‘Man am I ever drunk.”
The B.A.B.E.S. operatives stood amidst the crowded room and sipped their drinks, which each had ordered according to her own taste. If they were going to drink this stuff, they may as well be drinking something that tasted good to them, right?
Unexpectedly a man dressed in a starched pale blue long-sleeved shirt, wearing a neatly hung dark blue tie speckled with gold flakes approached the trio. He leaned toward them so he could be more easily heard amidst the loud music being played by the DJ the club hired. He needn’t have bothered, each of these girls had her hearing so genetically enhanced she could hear a fart from across the room with the music volume turned up to full blast.
“If you ladies would care to accompany me, there is a private table awaiting your pleasure.”
Oh sure, they all knew what kind of “pleasure” this guy was talking about, but this was why they had been sent here, so they all smiled in response and followed him as he parted a path for them that wended its way deep into the club’s recesses, finally leading the trio under his charge to a recessed alcove area that they would never have noticed even with their enhanced senses had he not pointed it out to them.
“Here you are, ladies,” the man seemed sincere enough at least. Perhaps he was merely an employee of the club and was only doing the job he was paid to perform. “If you have any special needs tonight, please feel free to ask for Horatio. I shall be most honored to assist you in any way possible.”
His eyes roaming all across each of their hot bodies told them he'd assist in any personal way, too.
With that, Horatio left them alone at the table that was illuminated softly by several large candles set up above on the wall and off to the sides. The candles might have been a fire hazard in such packed and close quarters as these, but they had been outfitted with transparent glass chimneys that kept anyone from bumping into them and setting themselves on fire.
The girls took their places at the table before them, which was actually a large booth with padded seats and back large enough to accommodate much more than merely their small party, setting their drinks down and surreptitiously glancing about them. If there were S.T.U.D.S. operatives anywhere in here tonight they sure were taking their own sweet damn time in making themselves known.
No sooner had the girls each thought along this line than a trio of the most handsome men they had ever laid eyes on appeared before them, each of them holding drinks, but not one of them appearing as though the alcohol had gone to his head.
The men were all dressed neatly and fashionably, their shirts fitting them as though they had been professionally tailored to meet the specifications of each man’s chest, arms and waist. None of them wore ties, though all had the most exquisite musculature of any man in existence. Certainly these had to be the S.T.U.D.S. operatives they had been waiting for.
“Do you mind if we join you ladies?” one of the men, a dark-haired Latino himself with a slight accent to match, indicating he was of Spanish origin, made the opening line in the conversation.
“Oh, please,” Frankie responded before either of her teammates could do so. She looked up at the man who’d spoken, her lips as well as her eyes telling him that she wouldn’t mind going to bed with him tonight even though they had just now met.
The girls scooted in toward the center of the soft, plush leather-covered bench that was formed into a half-circle, allowing plenty of room for all three of the men to join them in the booth. Selina stood from her seat just long enough for one of the men to slide in on the bench, then set back down, allowing the third man to sit next to her. Now each of the men was seated next to a woman and was able to “ply his lines” as he saw fit.
For an insane moment each of the Babes thrilled to the prospect of being fucked by such gorgeous men with such huge muscles. If this was what happened as a result of the S.E.M.E.N. technology and process, they were all in favor of it being instituted all across the world to all men of every age.
“What brings you ladies to Babes & Studs tonight?” another of the men, a rugged blonde, asked, his voice not holding any accent, but still just as sexy and seductive as his Latin friend.
“We’d heard the men here were hotter than anyplace else,” Selina spoke for her group at this point, her hand sliding along the man’s upper leg, feeling the thickness of his thigh, but in actuality searching for any sign that this man had an enhanced cock hidden beneath his tight slacks.
“We love hot men, like you three,” Payton added, her own hand caressing the leg of the man next to her. She rubbed his inner thigh so provocatively he would have to be a eunuch to ignore what was going on between them.
A slight bulge presented itself in the man’s slacks, only it wasn’t held down along his leg, but bent back so that the now bulging cock had its head sticking up in front of the man’s abdomen. It was long and thick enough that Payton could tell it had to be one of the enhanced organs she was looking for.
Payton moved her hand up to the man’s abdomen and began to caress him there. Oh yeah, this was his cock alright. She could definitely feel the telltale contours that only such an enhanced organ could delineate.
The other girls noticed where Payton was caressing and changed the location of their hands from the legs to the abdomens. Sure enough, there were the cocks right there where they wouldn’t be noticed until someone felt for them. All they had looked like at first glance were part of the rock-hard abs each man sported.
They were rock-hard, alright, but they sure as hell weren’t part of the six-pack.
“Ooo,” Selina cooed, pulling at the buttons on the shirt of the man next to her. “What have we got hidden in here? Something I want to take a peek at?”
Her hand snaked inside the opening of the shirt and wrapped itself around the thickest cock she’d ever felt in her life, and she’d felt a few cocks before being selected by B.A.B.E.S. in order to become an operative.
The man whose cock she held and now stroked so tenderly smiled wide at her actions. He leaned in closer to her and whispered loud enough for everyone at the table to hear his words, “Why don’t we all go somewhere a little more private to carry on this conversation?”
All the Babes cooed their approval and soon were accompanying the studs into a backroom that was hidden by a thick curtain over the wall. There was very little illumination in the room, but it was enough for each Babe to see there were no beds or sofas or even chairs for them to use for getting it on with these men. Were they all expected to simply stand up straight or perhaps bend down on their knees while these men got their rocks off inside of them?
Sure, the only reason they were here tonight was so each of them could obtain samples of the genetically-enhanced semen these men would secrete within the safety pouches tucked up inside the vaginas of each operative, but still, if these men were unaware of their covert intentions and simply wanted to get laid, shouldn’t they at least make the ladies they were laying comfortable in the process?
“Don’t worry, ladies,” the Latino laughed openly, seeing the disquieted expressions on each babe’s face. “We don’t expect you to get on the floor and get yourselves all dirty while we fuck you.”
“Oh, no,” the blonde chimed in, “We have special items available for each one of you that will make your experience in this club the most interesting and entertaining you’ve ever had in sexual intercourse.”
Without another word, the third man, a brunette who had up to now remained silent, walked over to a wall and flipped what sounded like a large lever or switch. Bright lights illuminated the room they were all in and the B.A.B.E.S. operatives were shocked to find that all about them was the worst kind of torture chamber equipment.
Suddenly a gas sprayed down from the ceiling and up from the floor all at the same time, catching all three of the Babes fully in their faces. They inhaled deeply in surprise as the gas continued on until all three fell nearly unconscious to the bare floor.
Apparently these men did expect them to get dirty on the floor.
For the briefest of moments each of the B.A.B.E.S. operatives felt as though she would pass out and be unable to do anything to protect either herself or the other two she felt responsible for with the special kinship that existed within the B.A.B.E.S. organization.
Each of them struggled within herself, fighting to remain awake until each of them overcame most of the effects of the gas and pushed herself back to her feet.
The three S.T.U.D.S. stood looking at these woman as though they were seeing a miracle being performed for the first time in their lives. How the hell could anyone, let along mere bimbos like these three, shake off the effects of that gas? It had been developed as the best and most effective knock-out method on the market, covert or open, it didn’t matter. The gas should have worked and these three should be getting themselves stripped down and placed in “the position” right now.
Instead, each of the Babes recovered from her fogginess and began to use her fighting skills to attack these men who thought they could take advantage of good girls like what they were.
The B.A.B.E.S. operatives began throwing martial arts kicks and punches at the men and although they made contact with the men’s chests, heads, legs and all other parts of their bodies which once struck should have left them screaming in pain with possibly broken limbs, these men merely staggered under the blows, but came back as though they were merely amused by what the women were doing, not hurt.
“You’re all pretty good at fighting,” the blonde man laughed mirthlessly, extending an arm toward the girls as both of his partners did as well. “But not quite good enough I would think.”
Suddenly all three hands the men extended emitted energy that streaked across the short distance to find its mark in the trio of women who were unfortunately clustered too closely together. The energy caused the women to writhe uncontrollably in agony, as though they had been set on fire from within their own bodies, which perhaps they had been. Then, as their bodies continued to writhe, they all lost consciousness and fell once more to the ground.
This time they didn’t get up as they had before.
The three men stepped forward and kicked each woman in her sides, head, legs, anywhere in order to ensure the women were really unconscious this time and not faking.
Satisfied that their targets had succumbed to their abilities, the men then bent over and lifted a woman onto each of their broad shoulders and carried each one over to a machine set up in an X shape.
The men stripped the clothing from the women and spread them so their arms and legs were opened wide, their arms extended up and above their heads.
They then flipped the machines holding the women so all three were in an upside-down position.
The men looked at one another and smiled then began removing their own clothing.
PART TWO
The world was dark, then light, then dark, then once more light. She was in the world and the world was of her and all about her, but the world was not so she was not.
Fyre/Spice/Pulsar came into the world that the world by her tetrachotomy might be made a better place.
Yet Frye/Spice/Pulsar was not received by her own and so the world received her not, yet all was as it should be and nevermore would ever be again.
“I can’t get anything out of them,” Oracle Babe shook her head as she slumped down in her chair before the transceiver array that was connected to the diodes implanted within every operative of B.A.B.E.S. This was a procedure initiated less than two months back and had worked perfectly up until now when all three diodes within the trio of operatives sent into the Babes & Studs night club had simultaneously ceased transmitting.
“Obviously something’s gone wrong with the mission,” Chronos Babe looked exasperated, she turned away from the transceiver array and Oracle Babe, the operative who unlike most others within the organization never set foot outside this building, was never sent out on missions, but remained right here where her abilities could be put to the best good for all concerned.
“You saw them walk into the night club and saw them make contact with a trio of men, right?" Chronos Babe whirled about, the features on her face clearly detailing the frustration and anxiety she herself felt as CEO of B.A.B.E.S. and the scientist responsible for the process which initially paved the way for altering female genetics in order to create this new breed of super-human operative.
“I also saw them walk into a back room with these men and after that everything...”
“Went totally black, I know,” Chronos sighed and shook her head.
“Damn it! There’s got to be a way to get back in communication with them. We can’t leave them out there to be tortured, interrogated, or worse, stripped of their womanhood and forced to die a slow, agonizing death.”
Chronos Babe was also known as Mech or as by her original birth name, Maria Eve Chandler-Hobart, the leading scientist in the entire world in genetic cellular mutations. Yet with all the knowledge and resources at her command, she was presently powerless to locate a trio of operatives, let alone protect them from whatever evils might befall them.
And all because she had gotten careless. She should have utilized Oracle Babe before sending these women out to that club. She should have done as she had ever since learning of Oracle’s unique ability to foresee the future up to two-and-a-half hours ahead of time, which would have been plenty of time for observing what would have happened to this trio once they entered that damnable nightmare club. After all, their diodes had ceased operating within twenty minutes of entering. That was a far cry from two-and-a-half hours by anyone’s clock.
Chronos turned her head slightly to the right so she could see the operator for the normal channels of communication seated behind Oracle at another station.
“Get me the Strategic Probing Attack Neutralizing Kinetics Team. I want them in the planning chamber yesterday.”
“Are we comfy, darlings?” the slight accent carried within the voice of the Latino man they’d met in the bar irritatingly swirled about in the heads of the three B.A.B.E.S. operatives who had allowed themselves to be swayed by a handsome face and a large, throbbing cock.
What the hell happened to the reconnaissance that was supposed to be in place in order to prevent operatives like themselves from being duped this way? Wasn’t there someone at B.A.B.E.S. HQ who could foresee these events and make sure the field agents knew about any such traps well in advance so they didn’t just blindly walk into a trap that ended up in their being – what? Exactly what had happened to them once they had been hit with that barrage of noxious fumes that had presumably taken them all down for the count?
Spice was the first to open her eyes and look about the room. Only everything must be hazy to her. Everything in her vision was upside down and whirling about as though she still hadn’t fully recovered from the effects of the energy those men had struck them with.
What the fuck was that energy? Damn that was some nasty shit. It had an odor about it, too and it was going to take weeks just for the drycleaners to get that nasty-assed stench out of her clothes.
Only as she looked “up” at herself, since she seemed to be seeing upside down even after a couple of minutes of being awake – basically – she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Everything had been stripped completely off her body and she was as naked as the day Jeremy Atkins convinced her that the only way to get her pubic hair to grow in like all the older girls had was to strip naked with him and suck his little wiener while he licked the cleft between her legs.
They’d worked on one another in that position for hours until her parents had finally come home and discovered the two eleven year-olds lying on the living room sofa, their faces buried between each other’s legs.
Her dad hadn’t cared whose son Jeremy was, he’d whipped the boy’s ass with his big, flat belt so hard Jeremy hadn't come to school for two weeks, ‘cause he couldn’t sit down at the classroom desks. Jeremy had been too embarrassed and upset to tell his own parents what had happened to him, so he’d made up a story about skateboarding on the back of a car while a friend’s big brother drove and he’d slipped and landed on his ass so hard he’d bruised it beyond recognition.
His dad had decided he was either lying or extremely stupid for pulling such a stunt, either way he was pissed enough that once Jeremy healed his own dad had whipped his ass some more.
Spice Babe hadn’t found herself in a situation where she’d been stripped down naked ever since, until now.
Where were her clothes? She began to look around, but stopped when she realized the other two field agents were nearby in various poses that the human body decidedly was not meant to be placed in for long periods of time and both of them were indeed as naked as she was.
“You finally came back to the land of the living I see.” She craned her head down, which for her meant pulling her head backward in what would normally be the “up” position, but since she was already upside down, she had to look down to look up.
Anyway, when she craned her neck she was able to see the large, muscular body of the Latino man standing with his huge cock dangling right before her face. This was a clear indication to her if nothing else was that he was naked, too.
She glanced over at some minor movement beside the man and discovered his two buddies from the bar were also naked and had their swinging dicks hanging out or up, if you considered that...never mind.
All three of what they’d considered hunky studs were now obviously just over-muscled rapists who were in the game for the amount of pussy they could get without having to pay the price in the form of treating a girl to a nice dinner, dancing, a movie, whatever might get her wet and ready to spread her legs for him without being raped.
They preferred their own method, which basically consisted of gassing a girl, zapping her with some nasty kind of energy and strapping her to a torture device, like the inverted rack that Spice and the others were strapped to.
It was an X shaped rack with her legs at the top spread-eagle so they were about as far away from one another as they could possibly be. Her arms hung above her head, which meant below her head in this case, stretched out over...forget it. You get the picture.
Her head was high enough off the ground that her face was about level with the pelvic region of the man standing in front of her, making her mouth about cock-level for sucking what he was about to place between her lips.
“If you think I’m going to suck that shit, you are seriously mistaken,” Spice stated her own moral position quite succinctly.
“Hmm, It’s a shame you feel the way you do,” the Latino seemed contritely sympathetic to her plight, until he said, “Because until you realized our intentions you were all quite willing to tap into what we had to offer. Now that you understand our inner drive, you seem less cooperative.
“It obviously isn’t morals that prevent you from interacting sexually with us, we’ve already established your lack of morals, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this predicament, would you?
“No, the reason you object is because we aren’t playing the game by your rules and since we changed the rules without your input, you no longer want to play.
“Such a shame,” he sighed so deeply it almost seemed as though he would let them go free. Yeah, right.
The man lifted a four-foot long rod in his hands and touched a button on the side with his thumb. Twin electrodes at the tip of the rod instantly reacted in an arc of electricity. Without warning the man touched the arcing electrodes directly to the center of her spread pussy lips.
Spice Babe screamed louder than she ever thought she could. Her screaming didn’t stop until the man released his thumb from the button, halting the flow of the arcing electricity.
Spice found herself panting heavily, as though her very lungs were about to burst from hyperventilation. She cast a glance in the direction she thought perhaps the door was from which they’d entered this room, if indeed they were still in the very same room as before they had been gassed.
The man chuckled. Spice didn’t sense any humor in the way he expressed himself.
“If you think anyone will hear your screams and come to your rescue, well, the doorway has been sealed off with an impenetrable force barrier that inhibits sound as well as kinetic energy. Not only can no one hear you scream they also couldn’t move past that barrier no matter how determined they were.
Now, I am going to place my organ within your mouth. If you bite down on it I will touch this,” he depressed the button a brief second more just to make certain she remembered what he held in his hand, “to your lips once more. Understood?”
Spice thought quickly for a very brief moment before responding.
“Wait a minute. If I bite down on your cock and you zap me with those volts, the electric current will contract all my muscles, including my jaws. That means that in all likelihood your next move would be visiting the emergency room to get your thingy sewn back on. Am I right?”
“You would be,” he laughed louder now, “If this were an ordinary male organ. Since the method utilized to produce an organ of such great complexity is drawn upon dynamically sequenced Ultrons that have undergone endorphic modulation engineering, this my darling,” the man whacked his cock with the rod in his hand, then touched the tip of the rod to his cock and depressed the button. No matter how long he held the arcing tip to his organ, he remained calm and unharmed in every respect.
“The only reason I mentioned your not biting me is that it would result in breaking your own teeth, not harming my organ. The warning was for your benefit and because I do so enjoy forcing others weaker than myself to obey my every whim.”
He released the switch and stood staring at Spice, awaiting her response.
“Shit,” she replied even as she opened her mouth wide to allow insertion.
A glance across the room told her that each of the others was going through the exact same routine. She could see the men in front of each of her partners doing the same thing – touching the arcing rod to the pussy lips of her teammates, hearing her friends scream at least as loud as she had, the men proving how studly they were by touching the arcing rod to their cock-tips.
The only thing she realized hadn’t happened was that none of them had escaped from their individual tormentors.
And why was that, she wondered even as the overly large cock slipped past her lips and inside her mouth. She clamped her lips over the two foot-long schlong and began licking the shaft in order to produce adequate lubrication. If she was going to be forced to suck this guy off, at least she wanted it to be as comfortable as possible. A dry schlong in an equally dry mouth would do her, never mind him, no good at all.
An adequately moistened cock inside a moist mouth on the other hand made her distasteful task a whole shitload easier.
While she lubricated the schlong and her tormentor was pleasuring himself inside her mouth by thrusting his hips back-and-forth rhythmically, the bound up Spice Babe considered all the points of this imprisonment that she hadn’t considered before.
What exactly about this containment prevented them from utilizing their powers in order to blow out of their straps and do serious damage to their captors?
Spice concentrated on her own ability to exude odors and scents of various types and chose a pheromone that in any other male she’d ever used it on had made him beg to serve her as her dutiful slave.
As the scent permeated the air between her and Mr. Long-schlong here she noticed him picking up the pace of his thrusting. He grunted loudly, but continued on, the forcefulness of his thrusts coming at her so rapidly that she found the tip of his organ slamming too hard into the back of her throat. If he didn’t slow down soon, considering the near-indestructibility of his organ, he might well break through her throat and cause her to drown in her own blood as it pooled up inside her throat and she was unable to swallow or spit it out.
“Whatever you are doing,” he panted heavily, enjoying himself, “It is exciting me more. Keep it up and I will climax that much faster. You might well be dead by then, but at least I’ll be able to get my rocks off, either way.”
Realizing that it had been her own attempt at escape that had set off this exuberance of hyper-thrusting, Spice released a counter pheromone to the first and her captor once more slowed to a normal rate of thrusting.
“Oh, too bad,” he chuckled. “I was so looking forward to watching you strangle on your own blood. Ah well, at least now you’ll be around long enough to pleasure each of my brothers before we decide how and when to kill all of you.”
When her captor finally ejaculated his wad inside of her mouth she began swallowing as fast as she possibly could, not an easy task considering that she was upside-down. Swallowing in this position would not be an easy matter. She also realized that this was no ordinary ejaculation, but something quite extraordinary compared to a normal male’s ejaculation. The jism-juice virtually shooting from this man’s cock the way every man on Earth only wished his would came into her mouth at such a high rate of pressure that she found herself choking in spite of her constant swallowing.
The semen was just too thick, sticky and salty. She needed something to wash it down with in order for her to continue on with this, but nothing was offered to her and she knew nothing would be offered. All she could do was to suck it up and swallow, hoping that he would run out of juice, quite literally, soon. As it was, she choked, coughed and gagged so many times while attempting to swallow the semen that much of it began running through her nasal passages and out through her nostrils.
Being upside-down, as the semen ran out her nostrils it dripped up toward her eyes, which was actually down, but it went toward her eyes in any case and she watched it lazily drip past her field of vision. It made her want to bite his cock off at the base or at least die trying.
When his jism finally ceased, Spice could hear one of the other girls across the room retching and choking on the semen that she had found as difficult to swallow. It sounded a lot like Pulsar. Maybe that was the key, though, puking it all back up so it wasn’t inside of her. Would it help any or would it just make her throat raw for the next round that was certain to follow?
Without a word spoken, the Latino captor walked away from her and over toward Fyre Babe. The one who had shot his wad into Fyre went over to Pulsar and the one who had caused Pulsar to gag and puke was on his way over to her.
Great. Musical rapists. How much longer could they hold out sucking off these cruds and swallowing their cum?
As the blonde man walked up to her, however, he grabbed hold of the X-rack she was strapped to and swung it without warning. Her body spun rapidly about with the rack until she was lying face-down in a flat, horizontal level. She glanced about and wondered about the height she had been stopped at. She couldn’t be more than a foot off the ground. How was he going to do anything to her with her situated at this level? Was he going to get on his knees and fuck her?
In answer to her unspoken question, she watched in muted horror as the man turned around so his naked back was facing her. This was the first time she’d gotten a good look at his back since he’d stripped off all his clothing. She noticed something was wrong with this guy’s musculature on his back, but...
The horror came when the “back” of the tall, muscular stud pulled away from the rest of the body and stepped down from depressions that seemed to be carved just above the calves. Using the calf muscles as a step, what revealed itself to her now as an extremely skinny and wrinkled, nearly shriveled up, dwarf of no more than two-feet tall turned toward her. She nearly screamed with revulsion at the wretched thing that no longer truly resembled humanity, but she feared must be some sort of aberration of humanity, perhaps an experiment gone wrong.
The creature before her now was humanoid in appearance, but was skinnier than a small child. Its ribcage stuck out pathetically so that each and every rib could be counted perfectly. Its tiny knees and elbows were so bulbous and knobby that they almost appeared to be about to push right through the too-thin skin that stretched tight over them. The creature’s arms were shorter than most grown men’s forearms and the legs were little stumps that altogether were shorter than the calf of an average-sized man.
The head was the ugliest part of this vile creature, looking for all intents to be nothing but a skull with skin pulled too tightly over it as to make a death mask look handsome in comparison. The ears on this thing stuck out so far Mr. Spock looked like he’d had plastic surgery to make himself look normal compared to this creature.
The only part of the creature that hadn’t changed once it stepped out of what she could tell now was merely a shell, an automaton of some type that allowed this creature to walk about and operate as a normal, healthy, highly attractive and seductive human male, was the two-foot long schlong that yet stuck out erect in front of this pathetic little monster.
“Yes,” the formerly blonde man with the movie star face spoke to her in a raspy, harsh voice that proved beyond any doubt that the voice she’d heard previously was as phony as the rest of the “man” she’d seen earlier.
“You are correct. Those are merely shells that enable us to move about in your world as acceptable human beings. We are indeed the result of an experiment, but not one that went wrong. Instead we are the culmination of male sexuality, for we wield in front of us and between our legs that which every woman yearns for and every man desires to have as his own.
“We are those who will one day rule this world and all who are not like us will service our organs constantly as you do here today."
Without another word the micro-schlonginator stepped forward and proved that the height to which she had been positioned off the ground was the perfect height for him to insert his erect and two-foot long schlong, once more without lubrication, directly inside her quivering anus and rapidly thrust within.
As did her two sisters in their parts of the room, Spice screamed even more horribly than when she had the arcing prod applied to the lips of her pussy. She found herself nearly passing out from the excruciating pain of having her virginal ass ripped open by such a long, thick shaft as this schlong was.
PART THREE
When the hovercraft dropped down from the sky above the Babes & Studs nightclub those milling about out on the street were still foolishly hoping at this late hour to get into this newest of the chic hot spots in Chicago. Some thought it would add prestige to their lackluster existence. Some felt that just to get into such a place would give them great street and social cred. Others just wanted to meet the hot babes or serious studs they’d all heard infested this club like the plague.
The arrival of those serious stone babes earlier tonight lent great credence to this otherwise urban myth.
Then the hovercraft dropped down from the sky and all hope of getting inside vanished, as did all of those waiting around, since the horde of heavily-armored soldiers, police officers, whatever they were dressed in that paramilitary garb that was right out of a high-budget Hollywood blockbuster, were all armed with serious weaponry that meant some heavy-duty shit was about to be dropped on this shit hole and those outside did not want to get inside or even be outside of it any longer.
Within seconds of the hovercraft landing the street was deserted.
The dark blue and green armor of the Strategic Psychological Attack Neutralizing Kinetics Team dropped out of the sky and filed out of the Mobile Transport Unit, bypassing the stunned doormen who stood with their mouths hanging open as what seemed to them like Nazi Storm Troopers barreled past and into the night club.
Inside the club the people milling about in social conversation and dancing to music that was impossible to understand or even actually dance to were quickly assessed as non-participants and ordered to leave the premises. Those who refused to leave voluntarily were stunned and stacked off to the side of the club nearest the front entrance in order to keep them out of the way.
As the S.P.A.N.K. Team filtered through the club and completed assessing the last of the patrons before releasing them to leave, the leader of the team called for a report from the second-in-command.
“Sir,” the armored female B.A.B.E.S. operative saluted her superior and stood at parade rest when ordered to do so. “There are no subversives and no B.A.B.E.S. Ops in this building, Sir.”
“That is unacceptable,” the CO barked back, her face shield not in the least preventing the number two agent from sensing the anger pouring off her CO’s presence.
“Three of our operatives entered this establishment at twenty-two-fourteen hours. At twenty-two-thirty-four hours contact was lost. Their bio-signs indicate they are still alive and still inside this building.
“Locate these operatives and extricate them ASAP!!”
With barely a salute the number two turned away from the CO and barked orders at those under her command.
It was at that moment that another S.P.A.N.K. Team operative reported intruders on the premises.
“Sir! Intruders entering premises from red exit doors south and east, Sir.”
“Stun at will and interrogate with Oracle’s help,” the CO commanded.
The operatives closest to those exits immediately complied with their CO’s command, but the intruders reported refused to be stunned appropriately. Somehow their bodies seemed to shrug off the effects of the stun weapons and continued walking directly toward the Commanding Officer.
“Deploy deadly force,” the number two operative ordered her soldiers.
“Belay that order,” the CO barked, standing her ground without fear as the two intruders, two large and muscular men dressed in what were obviously action outfits similar to those worn by the B.A.B.E.S. operatives themselves, only tailored for the male anatomy.
“State your reason for being here,” the Co barked, not caring at all that these were civilians, or at least operatives of another organization and as such were not under her authority or command. Still, as far as she was concerned, anyone within this establishment, of which she had been ordered to secure until such time as their three missing operatives were located and extracted, were under her authority and subject to her orders.
“We are operatives of Seminal Technology of Ultrons Dynamically Sequenced. We’re considered S.T.U.D.S. if you will.”
The CO tilted her head downward to get a better view of these two men through her face shield, which somehow had become slightly foggy with her hot breath since they had shown up. She had to admit to herself, the chosen acronym was befitting their musculature and stature that was a certainty. These two definitely were studs.
“We were dispatched originally with one other operative to make contact with three of your operatives. It would appear they have fallen into the hands of a splinter group of our own agency and are currently being either interrogated or tortured by those counter-agents.
“It is our intention to offer our assistance in locating and facilitating the safe release of said operatives of B.A.B.E.S.”
The CO considered the offer briefly then nodded her head as though listening to something not audible to anyone else.
“Your offer is accepted. Please render any information you might have concerning these missing operatives.”
The two men glanced at one another, a look of uncertainty passed between them that did not encourage the S.P.A.N.K. Team Commanding Officer.
“Is there a problem?” the CO barked, though her tone was slightly less offensive than previous.
“The, ah, problem,” the one who had been doing the talking thus far spoke with hesitancy, “is that the counter-agents have at their control certain abilities and technology that would be highly disadvantageous to your operatives.”
“Our field agents are highly skilled and trained to handle themselves in any emergency or exigency which may present itself on any given mission.”
“I understand and appreciate that,” the S.T.U.D.S. agent responded, still hesitant. “But what these counter-agents portend for anyone as, ah, physically delectable as I assume your operatives must be, is to subject them to multiple forms of highly abusive and dangerous acts of rape.
“Few have ever come out of such torture alive.”
“Commander. Over here,” one of the S.P.A.N.K. agents called out in a loud, excited voice.
The CO looked in the direction of the shout and turned away from the S.T.U.D.S. operatives without comment, hurrying to where the agent had directed her.
The agent had pulled back a large, heavy drape that had been covering an opening as wide as two doorways. The opening appeared to be unobstructed, but when a few of the agents had attempted to pass through, they had been shocked unconscious by an unseen barrier composed primarily of an unstable and unknown particle emission.
The Commanding Officer inspected the barrier, careful not to actually touch the barrier, which until activated by an attempt at transgression, appeared dormant and invisible.
“This would seem to be a variation on a weapon our agency developed in order to protect from as well as offensively push back rioting forces intent upon committing mindless mayhem.
“The weapon is known as a Replicating Ultronic Biological Barrier Electron Repulsor. These R.U.B.B.E.R.s operate on the basis of assessing the molecular structure of any stable material or substance and adjusting itself in order to effectively defend against any such force the substance might bring to bear against it.”
“How do we break through a barrier like this, ah, R.U.B.B.E.R.?” the CO queried.
“It isn’t easy,” the second of the two agents offered apologetically. “When S.T.U.D.S. builds a R.U.B.B.E.R. it’s made to last. First we would need to assess the level of replicating Ultrons this field is based upon and then...”
His explanation was interrupted by a loud, strong voice coming from the direction of the front entrance. All gathered in front of the R.U.B.B.E.R. turned their heads to see who would intrude upon such an official operation as this without clearing it with the Commanding Officer first.
Another man outfitted in an obviously professional agency action outfit strode purposely forward. Although much about the cut of his clothing appeared similar to those worn by these other two, this one wore an outfit that seemed to be of a higher caliber.
“I apologize for arriving late, Ma’am,” the operative extended his hand out in greeting to the team CO, who accepted it briefly, confusion causing her to wonder just what the hell was happening her.
“Who exactly are you?” the CO queried.
“My code name is Trojan. Not only am I one of the top seasoned operatives within S.T.U.D.S., but I also serve at this moment as an agent trainer. These two...” he gestured disdainfully at the two others who had arrived before him and had been attempting to “assist” in the search for the missing Babes, “...are my current trainees. They were supposed to meet me at our HQ and accompany me here so they could receive OJT on how best to handle such a situation as this.”
“You mean we’ve been wasting our time...” Trojan interrupted the CO’s objection with a small, apologetic smile and nod toward his trainees.
“Actually, Ma’am, these two were correct in their identification of this R.U.B.B.E.R. What they aren’t aware of is that this is an outdated version of the R.U.B.B.E.R. and is easily bypassed by assimilating the operating frequency and relaying a message to the transponding unit controlling the R.U.B.B.E.R. to shut itself off.”
Trojan extracted a small black box from off his belt and held it up just outside of the range of the barrier. He took a reading on the box then waited a moment for the reading to adjust to the barrier’s frequency. He then depressed his thumb on the unit in his hand and the barrier dissolved.
The entire compliment of S.P.A.N.K. Operatives rushed through the unobstructed opening. Shouts quickly came up from the first within that their agents had been located.
Unfortunately those who had captured them were still within the room along with the Babes, holding them hostage.
Trojan stood alongside the CO of the S.P.A.N.K. Team, staring straight ahead into the large, dark room filled with various pieces of equipment that presumably had been used on these Babes and were intended for highly structured sexual purposes. Exactly as he would have expected to find in a room being used by these rejects of S.T.U.D.S. technology.
He examined every aspect of every piece of equipment as well as the location of the equipment and the proximity of the dwarves or Dumb-Cocks, as these specific anomalies of the S.T.U.D.S. technology had come to be known within the organization, to the equipment.
Trojan also noticed the three bodies lying on the ground near each of the Dumb-Cocks and understood immediately that these DCs had been using further stolen technology from S.T.U.D.S., the Symbiotic Human Exoskeletal Active Tissue Harness. S.H.E.A.T.H.s like these were also outdated, but in the hands of Dumb-Cocks they would still be highly effective, especially when dealing with agents within an organization such as he suspected B.A.B.E.S. as being, where the operatives possibly weren’t as intelligent or intuitive as they should be, considering that all of their agents were female.
Trojan assessed what he was seeing and what he knew had been taking place in such a setting with all this particular equipment. His head nodded almost imperceptibly. He knew what had to be done in order to bring this situation to a quick resolution. It was all based upon the understanding of the Dumb-Cocks and how they responded to any given situation.
Without first asking or receiving permission for what he was about to do from the S.P.A.N.K. CO, Trojan stepped forward and addressed the Dumb-Cocks.
“Just what in fucking hell do you three Dumb-Cocks think you’re doing?” His voice was loud, harsh, and aggressive. Above all, his choice of words were demeaning to those he was speaking to.
“Trojan,” the Co barked her order to the S.T.U.D.S. operative, “Get back here and be quiet. You have no permis...” Her words were not only ignored, but outright dismissed as Trojan waved her off as though she were a child being told to be quiet within a room full of adults who didn’t want to here what a child had to say.
“You fucking morons,” Trojan continued with his berating of the DCs. “You utter imbeciles devoid of any understanding of rational thinking. Did you actually think you could snatch these women and have your way with them? Did you even stop to think that three little peckers like what you have dribbling between your legs could possibly satisfy woman as fully developed physically, as sensually mature and cultivated as these are?
“Get your clothes back on and march right out of here and into the van waiting to take you home. You three are a disgrace to manhood. Every man in the entire world is shamed by the pathetic appearance of your shriveled little penises and how ineffectual you’ve been in your treatment of these women today.”
All three of the Dumb-Cocks had begun sputtering in indignation as Trojan lambasted them with one insult and jibe after another. The miniscule heads on their shriveled, dwarfish bodies shivered as though the temperature had dropped and they were all freezing in sub-zero weather.
“What?”
“ How dare you!”
“You’ll be sorry...”
The three Dumb-Cocks all began speaking at once, not one of them making any sense, since each was being assaulted mentally by the insults. Dumb-Cocks were like that. Any type of insult to their manhood, which was all they ever cared about, brought out the worst in them and made them want to prove themselves even more.