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Subject: {ASSM} STORY : Shock - Part I (M/F, MC, Mild NC, Rom)
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 11:10:05 -0400
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Shock (M/F, F/F, MC, NC, Rom)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001



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Copyright Message
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This story was written by Laga Mahesa (aka Stone-D), 2001.

The following restrictions apply regarding reproduction :

1 - No content changes are permitted by any other party than the author,
    other than basic formatting.
2 - This header remains intact and attached to this story at all times.
3 - Permission to archive ONLINE is granted, providing the site does not
    make a profit, be it via advertising or member-only restrictions.
4 - For print media such as magazines,  circulars or other hard formats,
    please contact the author.

If you are unsure, contact the author.

Content Warning
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'Shock' is an adult story and contains a vast amount of 'erotic' imagery
involving  ideas  such  as  but  not  limited  to  'Mind  Control', 'Non
Consensual' and general 'Romance'.  Sex and violence scenes are graphic,
and will undoubtedly disturb some readers.

Disclaimer
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'Shock'  is a work of complete and utter fiction. None of the characters
contained  herein  are  based  on  any  'real  world'  individuals.  Any
similarities are purely coincidental. Etc.

Reader Feedback
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This is my very first story, at all, ever.

Well, I do have  a  number of other stories which are little more than a
beginning  paragraph,  as I have a habit of starting a story whenever an
idea latches on then abandoning it for 'sometime later'.

Anyway.

This  is  the  first story that I intend to continue past that stage, so
feedback  would  be  greatly appreciated. Do you like it? Whether or not
you  do,  yell. Tell me what's wrong, what needs changing. I will always
listen - although I may not act upon criticisms, they will always remain
in my mind, ready for future use.

So please, either reply to this post or email me direct :

                        stone AT link.net.id

Should that address become invalid,  contact information is available on
my site :

                http://l33t.mine.nu/stone-d/index.html

I hope.  Be warned though, IE may not like my site much, I use Opera for
my designing.

If  your  post is merely abusive in nature, don't bother as I won't read
past  the first sentence.  Only intelligent critics and firm young girls
need apply. Cheerleader status not required.

Please allow for some time for replies - I will  reply (unless the email
is abusive) but I am quite busy so they may be delayed.  Emails from any
young, teenaged flesh will be prioritized for reply.

WARNING
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This  story  is ongoing - in other words, it IS NOT FINISHED YET. I know
that annoys some readers, so at least you have been warned. My target is
for  at  least  one  'Part' or Post per week - I will probably get out a
couple, but that at least gives me some leeway.

Each 'Part' will end at a definite scene change, so confusion will be at
a minimum. This tactic will hopefully reduce any anguish and gnashing of
teeth should I for some reason decide to dump the story altogether.

Oh, sorry for the huge header. I copied it from some source code I wrote
a while ago and couldn't be bothered changing or pruning much.

Now. Enough blithering - on with the story.

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Shock (M/F, MC, Mild NC, Rom)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001



Part I : Internal Conduction

WHETHER OR NOT you are foolish depends entirely on perspective.

Look at me for instance. Twenty six year old male deeply tanned 
caucasian (I have some asian blood somewhere in the mists of my 
ancestry, so the tan isn't a big problem to maintain), 6'2", average 
build, fairly athletic with no flab. Single, for... let's just say too 
long.

I made the mistakes the majority of youths in my generation made at 
university :

Nightclubs, drink, marijuana.

Certainly not to the extent that the majority did, but sufficient to 
nearly cost my my degree. Oh, I enjoyed it all certainly. Thankfully 
that worked out well, leaving me sweating blood but thankful it didn't 
turn out worse.

So what did I do with it?

Well, I spent two year deluding myself by trying to create a 'genre 
busting' new game. That failed, of course. Those days are long gone - 
now you need a well financed team backed by a ruthless money-blinded 
publisher. When the money started to run out, I panicked, then crawled 
to my parents and begged for mercy. When I eventually gathered 
sufficient funds, I opened an Internet Cafe.

Which is where I stand today.

So, okay, you might think. Fairly poor, but not spectacularly 
'foolish'. At least not to the point where I ended up a complete 
failure.

Let me explain.

No, I'm not a failure - actually, the business is doing well. I now 
have two branches, owing to the fact that the original office was 
situated extremely well with respect to a nearby land development, 
which at that time was planned to be an apartment complex actually 
ended up as a high price residential area.

No, the foolishness comes from the fact that I am completely 
dissatisfied with my life. I disrespected my parents, fouled up my 
education and made the worst choices I could conceive of whenever 
possible, never for a moment considering what the future might hold.

Kids, I swear to you. Your life expectancy is roughly sixty to eighty 
years old, depending on where you were born, where you live and how you 
live. You might be thinking, 'Aw, but my teenage years are the prime of 
my life!' Wrong. They generally suck, and to 'sacrifice' those 'golden' 
years of partying and drug abuse so that you can enjoy the next forty 
in comfort rather than backbreaking labor is a deal I would gladly take 
given the opportunity again.

Anyway, I picked the Internet Cafe idea because it promised a 
relatively easy life where I could pursue my own pleasures whilst 
running a business. God, how wrong I was. I have no idea when the last 
time was when I played a game on one of my own machines - my life is 
filled with meetings, transcripts and all the other trappings of 
business and finance.

Well, to summarize, I'm feeling pretty bleak and morose just now as...



... Daniel lurched despondently down the street with a beercan in his 
hand, sometime after 2 AM.

The city sounds washed over his foggy brain like the well-used blanket 
they were - an occasional horn from the nearby harbor; fire trucks 
grunting in the distance; cop cars whining and whooping nearby.

He sighed, leaned against a post and stared randomly at passersby. 
Looking up he could see - barely - the full moon intersected by some 
overhead powerlines. A jet thundered past in the middle distance. I 
wonder where they were off to? He thought. Some tropical paradise no 
doubt.

Daniel downed the remainder of the beer, crumpled up the can and tried 
to throw it into a nearby trashcan. He missed. Looking at the piles of 
assorted rubbish in the vicinity, he decided against retrieving it and 
putting it...

Something wasn't right. He looked across the road, where a young couple 
were waiting to cross the road, hand in hand. The man pulled her closer 
and whispered something in her ear, causing her to visibly recoil with 
an expression of disgust her face.

Looking up and down the street, he could see that the evening rush 
traffic was over, down to the occasional car with large gaps of 
emptiness between them.

Those sirens are getting louder, he thought. Must be closer than I 
imagined.

He looked back across the street in time to see the woman attempt to 
pull away from the man's grip, a look of misery on her face as he 
started to pull her across the street in my direction. Marriage 
problems probably, he thought.

Suddenly there was an ear-piercing shriek to the left down the street, 
sounding like a family of pigs being disemboweled with a blunt 
pitchfork accompanied with a staccato hissing noise and a throaty roar. 
Whirling around, he saw a bottled water delivery truck come careening 
around the corner, its wheels spinning and leaving melted rubber on the 
street, and start heading in his general direction. Immediately behind 
it three police cars came charging out of three seperate side streets, 
evidently giving chase to the truck.

Looking back, Daniel saw the couple stood there in the middle of the 
road, frozen in the truck's lights like deer on the highway.

Jesus, they're gonna get hit!

It was a good thing he was inebriated, otherwise he probably would have 
come to his senses and wouldn't have done what he did next.

Daniel sprang - no, lurched - across the road, and dove at the couple, 
impacting heavily with the girl and wrenching her free from the man's 
grip who turned with a look of shock and horror at the jolt.

Then he vanished.

The truck crunched heavily into him, dragging him beneath the wheels as 
the driver swerved desperately to keep control. Wheels spinning, the 
truck span around leaving a red and black streak across the tarmac then 
flipped over onto its side and smashed into the post I had been leaning 
against earlier. Bottles split open, water gushed all over the ground 
drenching both Daniel and the girl.

All was silent in the vicinity apart from the approaching police cars. 
Clinking noises came from the wrecked truck as hot metal came into 
contact with the gushing water.

A moment of lucidity stung Daniel out of the numb shock of recent 
events, allowing him to tear his eyes away from the carnage and look 
up. The post the truck had hit was leaning over dangerously, tottering 
on the brink of collapse - and visibly stretching the frail powerlines 
overhead. A dull cracking noise signaled a continuation of his 
nightmare - the post was collapsing.

Wincing at a sharp stab of agony from his left knee, he dragged himself 
onto his feet. Looking down, he saw the girl was half sprawled on the 
ground and soaked to her skin, with a vacant look of disbelief on her 
face staring at where a spreading pool of pink indicated where her 
partner now lay.

Daniel reached down and shook her. "Come on! Get up, there's no time! 
Get up!" As he pulled her to her feet, she shook her head and gazed 
blankly about her until she saw him.

"Ohhh... my head... Jesus! Oh my god! Th-thank you! You sa..."

"Yes, yes. Later! That pole's coming down and we're soaking! MOVE!" he 
interrupted, pointing up urgently.

A look of stunned realization crossed her face as she looked up at the 
powerlines. Then she moved.

A sharp grimace of pain flashed across her face - I saw then that there 
was blood running freely down below her left ear. Oh god, she's 
concussed, he thought. Daniel wrapped one arm about her waist and 
dragged her arm across his shoulders then attempted to drag her across 
the street, away from the danger zone.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! DON'T MOVE!" came an amplified voice, sounding 
straight out of a B-rated 'hood' movie - sound and special effects 
included.

Daniel froze, span around and gaped at the trio of police officers, one 
holding a bullhorn and the other holding a torch and gun, pointing 
towards us.

Ohshitshitohshit! Daniel thought. This can't be happening!

"KNEEL DOWN AND PLACE YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEADS!"

Crap! Daniel tried to move again towards the pavement, a mere three 
metres away, a vision of safety in its perfect dryness.

"HALT! STOP THERE OR WE SHOOT!"

"Wha - " started the girl.

Suddenly a tremendous cracking noise sounded behind Daniel. A quick 
glance at the officers showed the shock and dismay spread over their 
faces. Looking over his shoulder, Daniel saw what he had feared.

The pole was falling. As it crashed through a department store window, 
trio of whipcracks sounded overhead as the powerlines snapped.

"Fuck!" Daniel whimpered. Desperately, he grabbed the girl and threw 
her bodily towards the pavement, and tried to leap after her - but was 
spun round by a savage blow to his leg, collapsing him to the ground 
face-first in a splash of water.

Just in time to see the overhead cables snap.

Everything seemed to suddenly go into slow motion - sparks from the 
wrecked truck; the three officers mouthing obscenities; water splashing 
onto the ground.

Everything slowed down. Except for the cables.

Like gigantic rubber bands stretched over an open fire, the power lines 
recoiled and whipped through the air like demented rattlesnakes. The 
swish of their passage through the air was accompanied by distant 
screaming and swearing as panic set into the onlookers.

A cable dropped into the water, and a sensation of pure, unmitigated 
agony ripped through Daniel's brain. He could feel the raw energy 
coursing through his body, waves of white pain wrenching up his spine 
and slamming into his cortex. The shock overrode his nervous system and 
his mind acquired a strange distance, as if viewing events from the 
outside. Floating above his own body, he could see his own bedraggled 
form twitching and thrashing like a freshly landed fish.

Two police officers had made it to safety - the third bullhorn-wielding 
officer wasn't so lucky. He stood there in the roiling water, his hand 
stretched out for balance against the overturned truck and his head 
thrust back with mouth agape in a soundless scream, jerking and 
twisting like a broken marionette. Seconds passed and steam rose from 
his clothes as his corpse started to slowly cook, still shaking and 
shuddering from the electricity coursing through his nerves and 
brainstem. Twin sharp pops signalled the end of his eyeballs and a 
series of ugly sounds similar to that made by wet tissue tearing marked 
the moment his skin seperated from his flesh.

And then, for Daniel at least, there was darkness.



'Shock' continues in Part II : Elementary Physical

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