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Bring Me the Head of Bibble VonBucket!

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Dark Pickle

Fucked Off
Because she was the youngest Captain in the R5 wing of the Martian fleet: because she was leading the strike to take back Earth from the Mutant Mangoloids of Gaghsabastard 7, because her father was the supreme military mind on all of mars, and because she was the most beautiful and deadly woman in the solar system, Lisa Lesbos was my lover.

Because she was storming stark naked through the mess deck of the STARFUCKER 69 class Flood vessel we were currently stationed aboard, swinging a thermonuclear hand grenade attached to a pair of magnetic handcuffs like a dead cat by its tail, and because of the look of homicidal rage on her face she currently had my undivided attention.

My name is Cunt Kisser, Lt. Cmndr. and the best pilot in the R5. Over ten thousand mangos have died under my spamcannons. I'm normally well regarded for my quick thinking and lightning fast reflexes, but seeing my superior officer and the woman I love in this state, I was somewhat at a loss.

Just then she disengaged the lock of the magnecuffs, letting the nuke fly. She was aiming at the end of the salad bar, where the--OH NO! THE ORANGES! I reacted without thinking, launching myself in between the grenade and the sacred fruits. As it bounced off my chest and landed on the deck, I realized it hadn't even been activated.

That's when I noticed the stun pistol in my face.

"Oh, Kisser," my beloved sighed, "I hoped it wasn't you..."

After that, I lost consciousness.




TO BE CONTINUED!
 
The first thing I noticed as I came to was Lisa's face in front of mine. The second, is that the magnecuffs (and leg braces) were securing me to the deck. The third was the object she was brandishing: a Telepathic Anal Probe (or TAP). If you've never seen one, it resembles a huge glowing dildo, roughly the size of my forearm. Things four and five were that my commanding officer was finally in uniform, and that I was currently not. I was, in fact, buck ass naked, on my hands and knees.

"You'll have to forgive my immodesty earlier, it wasn't until I was in the shower that I realized there was a spy aboard." She was teasing the TAP across my lips as she said this.

A spy? Me? Impossible! I hated fruits!

"I regret this method of questioning is required, but Mangoloid spies are rarely aware of the fact that they actually ARE spies. It's all in subtle mental manipulation and such. Subconscious brainwashing. I don't blame you. Once this unpleasantnesses is over," she had moved to my backside by now, rubbing the device against my ass cheeks, "You'll be returned to active duty. We just have to 'debug' you first." To my horror, I was getting an erection!

"You remember the first time you convinced me to try anal?" This is how I knew we were alone in the interrogation chamber, fraternization was strictly against regs. "You remember how you swore it wouldn't hurt? How you'd be gentle and use lube? Remember how my ass bled for a week afterwards anyway? Sure you do."

With that, she shoved it in. Deep in. She wasn't gentle about it, either. I cried out with a little, very unbecoming of the rugged fighting man I'd always thought myself.

The nature of the device is such that the pain (and/or pleasure) distracts the recipient from gleaming any details of the telepathic contact. I did feel pleasure, to my suprise. I was firmly against the idea of homosexuality my entire life, and had always cringed at the thought of even a mild prostate massage, but there I was, enjoying this violation despite (or even because of?) the massive amounts of pain involved. Throughout the proceedings, I caught only two words, "Bibble" amd "Bucket".

Bibble VonBucket? My stepfather?? Had he programmed me?

Eventually, she pulled the massive thing out of me, with a huge wet sound. She then released my restraints, looking down at me.

"Well now, all spyware has been deactivated. I'll let you rest a few days before returning to duty. But first," she said as she began to stroke my still hard cock, "how about a little cool-down session? Think you can handle that?"

Boy, could I!




TO BE CONTINUED!
 
Dark Pickle said:
The first thing I noticed as I came to was Lisa's face in front of mine. The second, is that the magnecuffs (and leg braces) were securing me to the deck. The third was the object she was brandishing: a Telepathic Anal Probe (or TAP). If you've never seen one, it resembles a huge glowing dildo, roughly the size of my forearm. Things four and five were that my commanding officer was finally in uniform, and that I was currently not. I was, in fact, buck ass naked, on my hands and knees.

"You'll have to forgive my immodesty earlier, it wasn't until I was in the shower that I realized there was a spy aboard." She was teasing the TAP across my lips as she said this.

A spy? Me? Impossible! I hated fruits!

"I regret this method of questioning is required, but Mangoloid spies are rarely aware of the fact that they actually ARE spies. It's all in subtle mental manipulation and such. Subconscious brainwashing. I don't blame you. Once this unpleasantnesses is over," she had moved to my backside by now, rubbing the device against my ass cheeks, "You'll be returned to active duty. We just have to 'debug' you first." To my horror, I was getting an erection!

"You remember the first time you convinced me to try anal?" This is how I knew we were alone in the interrogation chamber, fraternization was strictly against regs. "You remember how you swore it wouldn't hurt? How you'd be gentle and use lube? Remember how my ass bled for a week afterwards anyway? Sure you do."

With that, she shoved it in. Deep in. She wasn't gentle about it, either. I cried out with a little, very unbecoming of the rugged fighting man I'd always thought myself.

The nature of the device is such that the pain (and/or pleasure) distracts the recipient from gleaming any details of the telepathic contact. I did feel pleasure, to my suprise. I was firmly against the idea of homosexuality my entire life, and had always cringed at the thought of even a mild prostate massage, but there I was, enjoying this violation despite (or even because of?) the massive amounts of pain involved. Throughout the proceedings, I caught only two words, "Bibble" amd "Bucket".

Bibble VonBucket? My stepfather?? Had he programmed me?

Eventually, she pulled the massive thing out of me, with a huge wet sound. She then released my restraints, looking down at me.

"Well now, all spyware has been deactivated. I'll let you rest a few days before returning to duty. But first," she said as she began to stroke my still hard cock, "how about a little cool-down session? Think you can handle that?"

Boy, could I!




TO BE CONTINUED!
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I apologize for my earlier karma comment. What I should have said was its good, but not as good as the Gunz, Gawd, and Girlz stories.

MOAR!
 
Loktar said:
I apologize for my earlier karma comment. What I should have said was its good, but not as good as the Gunz, Gawd, and Girlz stories.

MOAR!
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WTF!! That story was never finished. Finish and publish it, DP.
 
It's been a few months since the TAP incident; in that time I've been promoted to full CMNDR and first officer, and have been feeding bad intel to my stepfather the whole time. Because of this, we've caught the fruits with their pants down on numerous occasions.

Unfortunately, all signs point to the jig being up, and it's time to bring the bastard in, and see what he knows about the enemy.

To that end, I've been detached to a small PURGEFIGHTER, and given a crew of six men, two to run the ship, and the rest enlisted groundfighters.

It will be interesting to see how my mother reacts.

We'll be landing on Mars in about a week, which should give me ample time to plan...



To Be Continued!
 
We set down about a mile from the old homestead, my family's owned a cattle ranch for generations. A quick inspection of my people revealed everyone was prepped and ready to go.

Sgt. Pepper, Cpl. Punishment, Pvt. Dancer, and Pvt. Parts would cover windows and exits, while I went inside. The ship's crew, both Lts, would remain onboard. As this was my family, leathal force was not authorized. Stun pistols would be enough.

"Mom?" I said, as I entered the house where I grew up.

"Cunt? Honey, is that you? I thought you were in space?"

"I was, but something requires my attention here. Where's Bibble?"

"Your stepfather? Oh honey, he's dead. I killed him."

"Killed him, why? Did you discover he was a fruitbat?"

She laughed at this. "Oh sweetie no, that's not why! I killed him because he was a moron! It was pretty obvious that you were on to us, and yet he kept taking your bogus intel at face value! If he would've kept on, the Mangoloids would've been finished! And I just can't have that. I worked too hard; killed your father for their glory, and now, it looks like..." she was reaching for something in her purse, "I have to kill you!"

She was aiming for me, had me dead to rights...when a stun beam cut her down.

That's when the rest of my team entered the house.

"OK, get cuffs on her, and call the PURGEFIGHTER. Who shot my mother?"

"That was me sir."

"Nice work, Private Parts!"





TO BE CONCLUDED!
 
In Mars orbit: my own mother. Still can't believe it.

Lt. Spitz is sending a message to Mars Command, while Lt. Swallows concludes the TAP interrigation (I've done a lot of disgusting things during this war, but I draw the line at violating my own mother's rectum).

Two hours later she tells me exactly what I don't want to hear: there is no such planet as Gaghsabastard 7. Far from being merely a conspirator with the enemy, my mosther is the enemy.

Seems she learned something of genetic splicing and advanced farming from my dad, (before killing him) then picked up a few lessons in military strategy from Bibble (before killing him). The "Mangoliods" were never truly intelligent, just following programs in their organic computer "brains".

The good news, of course, is that there's a virus that should wipe the damn things out in less than a week. All the better to take over a planet or two, my dear.

We recieve orders from base to return with my mother, the toxin, and all relavent info. I decide to pay one last visit to our prisoner:

"Let me guess, being a farmer's wife was 'beneath' you? Wanted to set yourself up as queen of the Solar system?"

"No darling, only Earth. You would've ruled Mars."

"Me? HAW! Why would I want that?"

"Look at you, you are a triumph! If nothing else, you are my final victory! I may very well be executed, but you've gone from a country bumpkin to a warrior...a leader of men!"

"Yeah mom, I'll likely get my own command for the week or so that the war lasts, but after that, I'm out. I'm going to ask Lisa to marry me, and we'll settle down on Earth. We'll raise a family, and cattle. I liked my life the way it was, you twisted fucking psycho."

"You can't do that! It's your destiny to rule!"

"No mom, it's my destiny to forget I ever came out of you."

I spit in her face and walked out the door. A few hundred years ago, some wiseass came up with a phrase: "War is Hell". Bet that dude never even had to fight his own mom!





THE END.
 
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