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Greetings.  You must be physically and metaphysically old enough to
read this.  I'm sure your children are fine, I just have no wish to
raise them.  Anyone other than ASSTR who wishes to use this story for
whatever purpose should contact me, since I can actually prove I wrote
it.  Everyone else, please enjoy.  Constructive feedback is always
welcome.  If you like it, please visit my website at
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shadowloup/www.


Doctor Screw (Part 2 of 2)
by Shadowloup

Chapter 7

Bambi's pussy had a fresh and minty taste, Bainter decided.  Piquant,
but with a touch of spearmint.  At least that was what he could gather
from the pair of bikini briefs she had stuffed in his mouth after
tying him face down on the bed and setting up an electric spanking
machine to lightly fry his glutes as he watched porno vids on the
entertainment set.  Bainter shifted his hips to fit his erection more
comfortably against the mattress.  His ass felt raw in-between the
spurts of the spanker's painful electronic stimuli.

Bambi strutted into the room in a see-through nightie, her jug
jiggling jauntily.  "How's my nasty little soldier doing?"  Bambi
said.  "Oh, your poor ass is all red."

The phone rang, and Bambi answered it.  She held a very perfunctory
conversation, discussing rates with whoever was on the other side. 
When she hung up, she gave Bainter a wink, and bent to extract the
soggy panties from the Sergeant's mouth.

"I've got to make a house call," she said.

"So you'll let me go?"  Bainter shook his wrists, which were confined
with timer-controlled handcuffs.

"Oh no," Bambi said with a sexy smirk.  "I haven't finished with that
magnificent ass of yours."

She gave it a hearty smack with her hand, yelping when the spanker
went off and caught her knuckles.  She then picked up the phone to
call Alexis

****

Alexis and Bambi met on Level A, the outermost ring where gravity
neared earth normal for humans, and where only the richest could
afford to live.

Alexis's rump still twitched from Doc's dual dingus buttfuck, and she
rued not taking a bathroom break before undertaking this adventure.

"So did you see Doc?" Bambi asked while looking at the instructions on
her phone and watching apartment numbers.

"Never mind him," Alexis said, trying to keep anger out of her voice. 
"He's getting it on with my insurance agent."

"Hmmmm," Bambi mused.  "That could be a good thing, right?"

"Oh let's just get this over with," Alexis muttered.

They stopped before Door A-1.  Alexis pressed the videophone
announcer.

"You ever been in this section of the ship before?" Bambi asked.

"Not me.  I doubt I could afford to even walk through here.  There
must be meters of free room."

"WHO IS THERE?" said a voice over the loudspeaker.

"Is it me, or is the speaker for this apartment really fucked up?" 
Alexis asked.

"Your orgasmic engineers are here," Bambi said into the doorbell's
microphone.

The door opened, revealing two Dildeks with their lasers pointed at
the two women.

"Run!" Alexis screamed.



Chapter 8


Byzantium III's infirmary spanned four levels of the cylindrical
station.  Getting inside was not the big problem, Doc discovered. 
Locating someone within those four sections proved to be the true
limiting factor.  But Doc was diligent, inquisitive and patient,
feeling very mellow after the nice little nooner he had given
insurance agent Strump, whom he'd left totally fucked out in the back
office of Alexis's shop.

Doc eventually learned via some judicious hacking into the hospital's
computer system, plus a little subtle interrogation of the staff, that
the room number of the patient from yesterday's fire.

Getting past the guard posted by the Frigadier was a little more
difficult, but not much.  Doc located a scrub room and donned beige
doctor's scrubs over his Hawaiian shirt.  He even gave the guard a
dazzling smile as he passed to enter the room.

According to the patient's chart, his name was Bernard Binkle.  Binkle
lay face up on the bed, breathing shallowly.  Electronic monitors
hummed and beeped around him, as though carrying on a conversation
with one another.

Upon Doc's entry, Binkle began muttering.  Taking their cue, the
machines began beeping at a slightly faster pace.

"Too much.  Too much."

"Too much what?" asked Doc, bending closer to hear.

Binkle made no answer.  So Doc checked Binkle's neck.  He found the
tell-tale scars of Dildek subjugation, electrodes near the base of the
skull and spinal column.

Binkle rolled over onto his stomach.

"Yes!  Anal probe me again.  Yeah.  Yeah baby!"

Wherever Binkle was, he was living out his fantasy.  According to his
chart, he was on several sorts of pain-dulling medications.  Doc made
a note of the concoction so he could try it out later while riding
JOINT.  By his calculations Binkle should be in a highly suggestible
state given the amount of drugs in his system.

Doc leaned over the bed to whisper into Binkle's ear. 

"Who is probing you?" he asked.

"Them!" Binkle gasped.  "The metal can guys."

"Why are they probing you?"

"They ain't charging, I ain't asking."

Doc paused to consider his next question.

"Are they saying anything while probing you?"

"Yeah, some crazy shit about their weapon being the right caliber. 
The invasion being on schedule.  They really get into this role
playing stuff."


****

The Frigadier was not pleased.  There were now several reports of
orgasmic engineers disappearing over the last few hours.  These
disappearances were focused around Level A, the ritzy section, which
smelled of money, which meant problems, and which meant he would
prefer to shunt it off onto Bainter.  Unfortunately Bainter was also
missing in action.  Compounded with the reported disappearances of sex
shop patrons on Level Q, Byzantium III was swiftly becoming a
kidnapper's paradise.


****

"RECALLIBRATION OF WEAPONS COMPLETE!  DOMINATION OF HOMINOID LIFE
FORMS ASSURED!"  The Supreme-client Dildek was as pleased as any
mechanized being could be.  He whirled about in an intricate midair
victory dance.

"You're welcome." said a voice from the shadows.

"SARCASM DETECTOR ACTIVATED!  WHAT IS HOMINOID'S HEAVY-HANDED
MORALISTIC POINT?"

"You've got what you wanted, with my help.  But now I want my payment,
you rat humpers."

"HOMINOID KNOWS TOO MUCH!  PROTECTION OF SUPRISE ELEMENT OF PLAN
DICTATES THAT HE BE EXTERMINATED!"  said Dildek Five-Of-Eight.

"Hominoid knows how to secretly mine Dildek ship in case they get any
more of those funny exterminate-loose-ends ideas," said the voice from
the dark.

Slowly the figure limped out of the shadows of the posh apartment,
ignoring the pointed ray guns of the Dildeks.  He was a man who looked
to be composed of wiry sinews covered by skin, with barely enough mass
to keep from being knocked on his ass by a particle of beta-radiation.
 Wisps of white hair surrounded his crinkled head like a crazy halo. 
But his blue eyes held an uncanny intelligence.

"My great-great-great grandfather made his fortune making the Mafia a
publicly traded company, so I know how to do business with gavones
like you, capice?"

Supreme-client Dildek took several seconds to calculate various
strategic permutations in it's minmax programming.

"HOMINOID MAKES EXCELLENT POINT!" it finally concluded.  "WHEEL OUT
THE DEVICE!"

Two Dildeks pushed forward a floating platform upon which lay a huge
ball of blue glass.  Purple lines of electricity slid lazily along its
surface.  One of the Dildeks pushed the surface with an arm.  The room
was filled with a green light similar to the ones from the Dildek's
orgasmic rays.  The human basked in the glow, holding out his hands as
though he were warming them over an open flame.

"Oh yeah," he groaned.  "That's the stuff."



Chapter 9

The Dildeks burst out of the doors of the Ochre Rose like solar flares
out of a star.  They clogged the corridors of Byzantium III, causing
people before them to either think they were new advertisements for
penis extenders or a new alien life form which preferred wearing funky
S&M encounter suits.

At least that's what they thought until the green rays began to be
used, forcing people to fall on the floor and spasm in intensely
painful pleasure.

The Dildek crew boldly marched through the hallways, rhythmically
chanting "EX-SPERMINATE!" while mowing down all who did not run.

One angry citizen opened his door.

"Pipe down!" he yelped as the phalanx of Dildeks swished past him. 
One stopped just in front of his door, pointed its laser arm at him,
and opened green fire.

The man fell, half inside, half outside his apartment as his body
climaxed in sexual relief.

The first reports the Frigadier received about the invasion were
actually complaints about public lewdness, which in a ship like
Byzantium III was difficult to fathom.  The next wave of reports told
of people accosting the transgressors and being shot with some bizarre
sort of ray for their troubles.

One young communications officer looked up from his console to the
Frigadier.

"I think you should see this sir," he said.  "I think there's some
sort of protest march on Level Q."

"Frigging hippies.  What are they whining about now?  Totalitarian
rule?  Police brutality?  Universal peace?"  the Frigadier asked.

"Well sir, I hope it's police brutality.  That's what I bet on in the
office pool," one underling said.

But the Frigadier was not listening.  His attention was focused on the
screen in front of his communications officer.  On it, the pandemonium
that was occurring on Level Q played out.

It's a march of heavy metal robotic mushrooms, the Frigadier thought. 
They all sported small, spindly arms which looked like they could be
broken off with a gust of air.  On the other hand, those arms spurted
green light which, when striking man or woman, brought the victim to
the ground within seconds.  And the cries coming from the victims were
half terror, half ecstasy.

"Should we get the riot gear, sir?"

"Negative on that soldier, I don't think it would do us any good, and
we'd just have to clean it up afterward.  What the hell are those
mushrooms saying?"

"Ex-sperminate?"

After watching a crowd get mercilessly mowed down by the eerie green
rays, the Frigadier began barking orders.  "I want a riot squad on
Level Q now!"

Within minutes a squad of thirty beings was arrayed in one of the side
corridors just off Level Q.  They were clad in riot gear; shields,
helmets, electro-shock truncheons and protectively padded black
uniforms.  They looked like a wall of black.  At the command of the
Frigadier, who watched from  the main security office, they marched
into the hallway where the pandemonium was occurring.  Their boots
slammed heavily onto the floor.

At the rush of the riot police, the Dildeks turned their fire from the
citizens they were mowing down to the advancing wall.  Their rays were
blocked by the shields.  A quick switch of armaments allowed the
Dildeks to fire their ruby lasers, slicing swaths of armor from the
shields, frying suits and starting small fires.

As the front line of the riot police faltered, a second wave of
Dildeks again fired with the green rays.  These rays penetrated the
dark glass of the protective visors, activating the riot squad's
individual pleasure centers.  First a few, then a dozen security
officers fell writhing upon the floor and screaming in ecstasy. 
Unused to being pummeled, the remainder of the squad began to panic.

Back in the command center, the Frigadier was beside himself in
frustration.

"What the fuck is going on?" he shouted at a communications officer.

"Vital signs for half of the squad are at critical, sir."

"They are being overcome?"

"That's one way of putting it."

The Frigadier sat in stony silence as orgasmic screams and Dildek
chatter filled the airwaves.  Calls of "Retreat!" became sporadic,
then stopped all together, leaving the room in a cold electronic
hissing silence.

The door to the communications center smashed open.  The Frigadier
looked up in surprise as the door frame filled with the hulking
metal-studded phallic presence of a Dildek killing machine.  One arm
spurted a ruby red line of fire, frying the bank of computers and
communications equipment.  With the other, a line of green mowed down
the personnel until they were quivering wrecks of orgasmic bliss.

A deeply distorted electronic cry tinged with rage filled the air:
"EX-SPERMINATE!  EX-SPERMINATE!"

The Frigadier stood his ground and fumbled with his sidearm.  He
almost cleared it from its holster when he was forced to duck the red
ray.  The air crackled as water vapor in the air superheated.  A small
explosion behind him knocked his beret off his head.

Heavy weapon fire filled the air as someone, somewhere had managed to
procure ordinance with a little more punch than the
electro-truncheons.  Another explosion, this one far more powerful
than the dinky console one, filled the room with shrapnel, heat and
smoke.

Hands grabbed the Frigadier, pulling him across the floor.  He didn't
remember standing, but was suddenly face to face with three
subordinates.

"Damn it!  Order a general retreat to Deck C, get me the tapes for
this fiasco and call a meeting of all the squad leaders.  And find out
where the hell Bainter is!"




Chapter 10


The Frigadier set up an emergency command post in the men's room of
Deck C on platform L.  Someone had procured an electronic projector. 
This sat precariously on the sink, flashing pictures above the urinals
on the wall opposite.  The tiles of those walls played havoc with the
digital images.

The Frigadier strode in front of the dusty, battle-scarred personnel
leaning against the sink.

"People, we have a hell of a situation her in Byzantium III.  We are
being attacked by a life form previously unknown to us.  We have lost
control of the communications station as well as the bridge.  They
have access to the hyperspace gate.  Our best weapons are heavy beam. 
Anything lighter is ineffective against their hardened exterior
shells."

Pictures flashed with each of the Frigadier's words:  here a soldier
was shot down by one of the rays from the penile-shaped invader,
another showed the wide-eyed smile of a Dildek victim.

"So, my question to you is simply this;  what the hell are we going to
do?  I'm open to any suggestion."

The team looked to each other.  Silence answered the Frigadier's
question.  Then the flush of a toilet.

Doc stepped out of a stall, adjusting his fly, wearing his nova-like
smile beneath his shaded, wire-rimmed glasses.  He looked resplendent
in his Hawaiian shirt, opened tastefully to the tops of his pecs.

"Gentlemen, I believe I can be of some assistance."

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Call me Doc."

If the Frigadier's look had been a meteor, Doc would have been knocked
out of orbit.  The Frigadier shot his middle finger up in the air, a
timeless gesture of the bird.  "Doc, it hurts me when I do this."

"Then don't do that," Doc said, ignoring the gesture and hostile
stares.  He sauntered over to the digital slide machine, tinkered with
it until a clear shot of a Dildek showed on the wall.

"This," Doc said, "is a creature called a Dildek.  They are a race of
sadists."

Doc tinkered with the digital slide again.  Now the picture displayed
was of a soldier with a smile on his face, drool on his chin, and a
big stain in the crotch of his pants.

"What we see here is an incapacitated soldier," Doc said.  "With a
messy dry-cleaning bill.

"Apparently the Dildeks have a new weapon in their arsenal, which
causes every pleasurable neuron in a body to fire off at once,
creating an intense ecstasy bordering on pain."

Doc paused in his presentation to smile at the befuddled team.

"What is one of the requirements of life?" he asked.

"Sex?" one confused security officer asked.

"Besides that," Doc said.

There was a pause.

"Drinking?" another asked.

"How about eating?" Doc said.  The crew shrugged and conceded the
point, so Doc continued;  "Eating provides energy, and energy is
required by all living beings."

Now Doc reached behind him and pulled out a vibrator.  Displaying it
proudly like a sword in the cramped confines of the restroom, Doc
turned it on.  It jiggled saucily in the fluorescent light.  His pause
for dramatic effect was a trifle too long.

"Why are you looking like a wanker holding a variable speed dildo?"
the Frigadier asked.

Doc smiled.  "Glad you asked.  This," he thrust out the vibrator,
"represents a Dildek.  And this..." Doc unscrewed the base of the
vibrator to extract two batteries.  These he held in his other hand,
clicking them together.  "This represents you.  You are merely an
energy source for the Dildeks."

"I thought the batteries were," one security man said.

"No, I was using an analogy."

"Right," said the Frigadier.  "Let's start planning to relieve the
Dildeks of their batteries."

"No, no. That's not what I was saying.  I was saying that you were the
batteries.  If the Dildeks manage to capture you, you will be
sentenced to a life of sexual subjugation.  You don't want that, do
you?"

"Depends on whether it's a really sexy woman doing the subjugating?"
replied one security man.

Doc stared.  After counting to five, he continued.  "First off, that
was a rhetorical question requiring no answer.  Second, do those
mechanical knobby beings look remotely like a sexy woman?"

The security man considered.  "Well, if she's wearing a really tight,
metal-studded corset, then..."

"So what is your point, Doc?" interrupted the Frigadier.

Doc's smile had been replaced by a mask of bewilderment.  "I don't
know what my point is.  I lost track of my fucking point because of
that asshole."

"Who you calling an asshole?"  The security man took a step forward,
only to be waved back by the Frigadier.

"Then maybe you could explain this," the Frigadier said.  "Why do they
bellow all the time?"

"Ahh," said the Doc, the smile once again returned to his face.  "That
would be a mystery known only to the creators of the Dildek race."

"You'd think that a race with that amount of mechanical and
engineering sophistication would find a better means of communications
than shouting.  Radio.  Short waves.  Light beams," the Frigadier
said.

"Uhhmmm, yesss," said Doc.

"Well, where are they from originally?"

"That's lost in the mists of time," Doc said.  "Some say they were
created during the Libido Wars, where entire planetary systems were
wiped out in waves of sexual frenzies.  The survivors of those wars
outlawed sex, preferring to use drugs and meditation to combat any
erotic feelings.  Eventually they sent out probes to search for lust
and eradicate it wherever it was found.  It would be the crowning
irony if those probes were in fact now the Dildeks, which require the
use of sexual energy of other beings to live.

"Then again, others believe the Dildeks to be genetically altered
humanoid lawyers.  Still other theories say that the first Dildeks
were powered by small rodents on tread wheels with electrodes attached
to their genitals.  Whatever their origin, they are an ancient, evil
race which sexually subjugates servitor races."

"But you've got a time machine, right?" said the Frigadier.

"Yes."

"So why don't you go find them and wipe them out before they cause all
this damage?"

"Because I'd have to know where to look.  They're very sneaky.  You
yourselves are going to have a difficult time finding their lair on
this ship."

The conversation paused at this point with the arrival of Sergeant
Bainter.  The timer had elapsed on his cuffs, freeing him to dress and
quickly make his way to the emergency rendezvous point when he
realized the ship was under siege.

"Nice of you to join us, Sergeant," the Frigadier said.  "Have a
seat."

"I'd rather stand, sir."

The Frigadier harrumphed.  "I doubt we'll have trouble finding their
headquarters, Doc.  We've got this place so well monitored there's a
daily office pool on what color panties the female ambassadors will
wear..."

"Speaking of which," one security man interrupted.

"Silver," piped up another.

There was a general muttering.  "Damn!" said Bainter.  "I had my money
on the jade g-strings."

The sharp smack of the Frigadier's swagger stick onto the countertop
brought silence to the room.

"As I was saying, we have total surveillance over the station."

"Then why don't you already know where the Dildeks are coming from,"
Doc asked.  "They've obviously got some sort of nest from which
they're tunneling out of.  So with all your mighty total surveillance,
where is this nest located?"

"Errr, we only have partial surveillance, sir," said Bainter.

"What?" snapped the Frigadier.

"Gotti," said Bainter.




Chapter 11

Alexis awoke.  Her arms hurt, so she tried to turn over.  She could
not.  It took an extra second for her to realize through her
grogginess that she was lying on her back, that she was naked, and she
was bound.

The shock of this cleared away any lingering mental cobwebs.

The last thing she remembered was she and Bambi being tied to tables
by the Dildeks, who then proceeded to test their horrid beam weapons
on the pair until they were wriggling, orgasmic messes begging to be
fucked properly.  The Dildeks had finally calibrated their beams
correctly, and the two women had orgasmed into unconsciousness.

Now that she was awake, Alexis felt cold, hungry, and a little gamy in
the crotch.

Something made her look to her side.  A spindly old man stood there,
leering at her.  He wore an old bathrobe, open to the waist and
displaying a thin chest adorned with an ornate gold chain.  Alexis
remembered him leering as she and Bambi were experimented upon.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Don't be nervous," he said.

"I'm naked and tied up in a strange apartment.  Yes, I'm nervous,"
Alexis said with as slight a quiver to her voice could manage.

"That never bothered me," the man replied.

Alexis only stared.

The man staggered up and honked one of her tits.

"Hey!" Alexis protested.  "What kind of perv are you?  And you had
better not have raped me while I was unconscious!"

"Baddabing, babe.  I can't do those things anymore," the man said. 
"I've gotta get my jollies from cheap thrills."

With that, he honked her other tit lightly.  Alexis struggled in her
bonds, wishing she had one foot free so she could deliver a swift kick
to his nuts.

"Who the hell do you think you are? J. Paul Gotti?"

"As a matter of fact..."


****


"So you are saying that there is a large security gap in Level A due
to the presence of J. Paul Gotti?"  the Frigadier asked.

"I'm afraid so, sir.  That was part of the contract for him helping us
to build Byzantium III," Bainter said.

The Frigadier pondered this bit of datum. 

"I should think the Dildek lair would be closer to Level Q.  That is
where they were first spotted, and that is where they have breached
our station.  But before we get to all that, Doc, just how do you
remove Dildek batteries?"

"That is an excellent question, Frigadier.  I probably should have
thought of an answer to it before starting my little speech," Doc
said.

The Frigadier "harrumphed" in disgust.  It was a masterful one.

After a few more seconds of contemplation, the Frigadier said "Gear
up.  We're going to Level Q to stop this invasion."

"Oh, whoa," said Doc.  "I thought I was nuts, and I've even snorted
dilithium crystals.  I really don't think that that's a good idea."

"It's as good as any I've heard today," the Frigadier said as the men
started trooping out of the rest room.

Doc dogged the squad as they made their way to an emergency equipment
room.  While the men donned spare body armor, electro-shock truncheons
and riot gear, the Doc tried to dissuade them.

"Frigadier, I firmly advise against this raid," Doc said.  "It's
tactically unsound, strategically unwise, and any other word which can
be fitted with the prefix 'un-' to denote how utterly idiotic it is."

"There's more than tactics to consider," the Frigadier said.  "There's
honor, prestige, reputation.  I refuse to be forever known as the man
who let Byzantium III be overrun by high-tech dildoes and survived to
jerk off over it.  We will penetrate their lair and stop their
diabolical scheme, or die trying."

"I like a good penetration as well as the next being.  But I have got
to tell you that your scheme is something other than else," Doc said.

The Frigadier stared long and hard at the Doc.

"There are some things in life," the Frigadier said, "which a druggie
spy like you will never understand."

He then turned to the remainder of his squad.

"Men," he said.  "This is a suicide mission.  I know that.  So I'm not
ordering any of you to accompany me on it.  Anyone not wishing to save
their honor need not come."

Everyone, save for Bainter and Doc, stepped forward and saluted the
Frigadier.

The Frigadier eyed Bainter.  "You're not coming?"

"No sir.  Someone will have to shut down the hyperspace gate to slow
their progress should you be unsuccessful."

"Very well," the Frigadier responded.  Beneath his breath, he mumbled
something which sounded suspiciously like "pussy".




Chapter 12


Who is the mysterious multi-trillionaire J. Paul Gotti?  

According to all the scandal rags, these basic facts were known; J.
Paul Gotti was the great-great grandson of the legendary Mafia
chieftain Frankie "Jiggy-with-it" Gotti who had single-handedly
transformed that thuggish and illegal organization into a publicly
traded thuggish and illegal company on the stock market.  Generations
of graft and insider trading had made J. Paul a very, very rich man. 
His upbringing had made him equally flamboyant.  Often he skipped
board meetings to indulge in his twin passions, women and solar
sailing.

Unfortunately for Gotti, while sailing his specially constructed craft
through an asteroid field something had gone wrong and he had crashed.
 The subsequent hospitalization and convalescence had left Gotti with
a few quirks.  One was an addiction to painkillers.  Another was a
penchant for voyeurism.

Eventually he helped finance Byzantium III's construction in return
for a luxury suite of rooms on the outermost hull of the ship.  There
he spent his time parlaying his fortunes into the sexual video
markets, walking around in a bathrobe, rarely eating, and doing who
knew what else.  Since his accident he had become even more obsessed
with secrecy.

What the scandal rags did not know was that Gotti had developed
another quirk; a passion for human/robotic hybridization.  This was
due to his flagging libido.  Nothing seemed to cure it, so he clung to
the wild hope that some mechanical technology would resurrect his
erection.

Somehow he eventually learned of the Dildek race.  When he finally
made personal contact with them, he did what Gottis throughout the
generations had done; he cut a secret deal.  He would feel pleasure
again in return for giving them secret access to Byzantium III.

Since his private suite was so expansive, no one noticed the strange
Dildek ships with their even stranger cargoes entering the space
station and sneaking down the long central commercial corridor and
into the Ochre Rose.  Indeed, no one had even personally seen Gotti in
seven years.

Until now.

Alexis looked at the thin face, the whitened, frizzled hair and insane
blue eyes which were scanning her and Bambi's bodies like those of a
hungry vulture.

"Why are you helping the Dildeks?" she asked.

Gotti scowled.  "Back ten years ago I frickin' crashed my solar sail
ship.  Months of hospital stays and medications stopped the fusion in
my core.  After my accident I couldn't get it up or off.  So I was in,
what do you call it, inner fucking turmoil?  I was longing for human
companionship, but unable to achieve it.  Eventually I stumbled across
the Dildek race.  They were perfect."

"Perfect?  They bounce off the walls and scream orders at each other."

"They're a blend, a meld, of the biological and the mechanical.  Did
you know there are beings inside those metal shells, just coming and
coming to supply the Dildek's with power?"

"I'd heard that,"  Alexis said.  "But do you mean you couldn't get it
up, so you sold out Byzantium III for a hard-on?"

Gotti blinked.  "It sounds so crass when you say it.  But yes, I guess
I did."

"Well, from where I'm lying, it didn't work."

Gotti looked down at his robe, which had opened during his tirade to
display his flaccid dick.  He looked back at Alexis.

"That will change," he growled.

He shuffled off through a doorway, his slippers scuffing the rug.  He
was gone for only a few seconds, returning with a device obviously of
Dildek design.  It was a rough blue orb studded with metal rivets,
with one phallic pole sticking up opposite a flattened bottom, purple
electrical waves undulating within it.  Carefully, like a man caring
for a new born babe, Gotti laid it on the floor.

"You sluts think you have it all, sashaying your asses in skintight
clothing, trying to get to me, knowing I can't do squat. 
Fugheddaboutit!  This device changes all that," he said.

He pressed one of the rivets.

"Don't do that!" Alexis cried.

Green light arced through the room, filling ever nook and cranny, and
seeming to cause a sizzling sound.  Alexis's loins lurched off the
table as though jolted by electricity, a low groan came from her
mouth.  Gotti's body stiffened as well, though not his prick.  The
green intensified.  Even the unconscious Bambi groaned.

****

Doc and Bainter sat in the ruined security offices.  Bainter had just
spent ten minutes gaining control of the few computers still on-line. 
A sappy pastel screen featuring a a wavering window pane appeared on
all the remaining monitors.  Doc recognized the dreaded symbol of the
ancient software company Micro-Hardon, one of the most predatory and
piss-poor software companies ever to ply its shoddy goods across the
universe.  Whatever that company's connections to the Dildeks, he did
not care to speculate.

Bainter had eventually been able to hack through the new security
codes and shut down the hypergate.  Now he and Doc sat and listened to
the radio communications between the Frigadier and his remaining
security forces.  It was not going well.  Several casualties and two
fatalities had further eroded the force's potency.

"Task force one taking heavy fire!" one panicky voice crackled over
the radio.

"Continue penetration!" ordered the Frigadier's voice.

Doc could stand it no longer.  He grabbed the microphone.

"No, Frigadier!  You've got to withdraw!"  he said.

"What!  Premature evacuation!  Never!  Stay off the frequency, Doc!"

Within a minute it was over.  There was one last transmission, which
was either a death rattle or an orgasmic blowout.  Then the airwaves
went eerily silent save for the hiss of electronic white noise.

Doc mused for a second.

"Poor bastards," he muttered.  "They saw.  They came.  They were
conquered."

For a while Doc and Bainter sat in the smoldering ruins of the
security offices.  They passed Doc's hipflask of Sonic Screwdriver
back and forth, taking large swigs to stave off the depression.

"This is a 3-B situation on the Harrison scale of trouble if ever
there was one," Doc said.

"3-B?"

"Bowbed beyond belief."

After another hearty swig, Doc looked through the haze of
fire-retardant mist into the corner.  A cunning look entered his
bloodshot eyes.

"We can still save those who were merely captured by the Dildeks," he
said.

"How?"

"Captives are brought to the Dildek stronghold where they are
incorporated into new Dildek machines to become power-sources.  If we
act quickly, we could halt the process and save them."

The hipflask made several more rounds between the pair.  Suddenly
Doc's eyes gleamed with something other than alcoholic intoxication. 
He turned his nova-powered smile towards Bainter.

"Of course!  That's it!  How could I have forgotten?"

The train of logic was lost on Bainter.  He tried to hide his
confusion with another swig of Sonic Screwdriver.

"Through some programming flaw, whenever the Dildeks' achieve a swift,
decisive victory, they always neglect to guard their base of
operations," Doc explained.

"That sounds like a major security flaw," Bainter said as he scratched
his chin.  "Why don't they patch it?"

"Something programmers call the Gates Conundrum.  That's where very
successful software which has glaringly obvious bugs is seldom fixed
because the software is so popular that it couldn't possibly contain
any bugs that stupid."

Bainter grunted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Doc.

"Here is my plan.  At the center of each Dildek soldier is a
biological slave whose sexual energy it is leaching off of.  If we can
inundate the air with enough pheromones, those little slave buggers
will squirt such vigorous loads they'll go into post orgasmic stress
disorder.  The Dildeks will shut down.  And, if we're lucky to get the
Supreme-Client Dildek, the others will be at a loss for further
orders."

Bainter was still pondering the previous point.

"Why didn't you come up with this plan before?" Bainter asked.  "It
would have avoided the Frigadier and all the other needless
casualties."

"When you've been on the stuff I've been on, you're lucky to have any
coherent thoughts what-so-ever," Doc said.  "But the real question is,
Sergeant Bainter, do you have any such gaseous pheromone substances on
this ship?"

Bainter thought for a second.  "As a matter of fact, yes we do."

"Why am I not surprised?" Doc said.

"We have some experimental stuff in the hold.  It's for crowd control
and mass riots.  The Frigadier was itching to try it out."

Bainter went to the Frigadier's office and withdrew an electronic key
which the Frigadier had hidden in a hardbound book entitled "The Art
Of War and Dating."

It took a while for the pair to sneak their way through the smoky
hallways, over floors slippery with all manner of precious bodily
fluids, while breathing the misty fire-retardent haze in the
flickering lights.  They avoided Dildeks as well as the fear crazed
mobs running around in the hallways.  They found an emergency security
force storage bay one deck below.

They opened the locked door and saw three blue plastic chemical drums.
 Each was labeled with a black humanoid skull and crossbones.  An
eerily plain second label read "Love Potion #10".

"Of course, the question arises of just how you happen to have a batch
of this possibly illegal concoction in your arsenal," Doc said.

"Let's just say that the Frigadier despises the Sex Marines.  So
anytime they get a new weapon, he tries to acquire it too."

Bainter started checking the bay for atomizers, shifting through the
myriad weapons, stun guns, shock sticks, and percussion grenades.

"Sex Marines?" Doc asked.

"That's a different story," Bainter said.  "They were a force created
by General Donny Rumpfelt in the year 2238.  They use small numbers,
lightning insertions, and quick withdrawals to totally fuck up an
enemy's plans."

"Kinky," Doc said, making a mental note to check that force out.

As Bainter continued poking around, Doc started reading the labels on
some of the boxes.

"MCFs?"

"Mongolian Cluster Fuck bombs," Bainter said proudly.

"Aren't they banned by the Jizzeata Convention?"

"Possibly?  I don't know."

"Anti-inflammatory rounds?"

"For repression fire."

"Jet propelled dildoes?  Hhmmm, a man could have a pretty good time in
Vegas with an arsenal like this."

Bainter smiled as he withdrew two tanks attached to a harness which
could be worn on a human's back.

"Here are the little buggers.  Now, how are we going to sneak in?"
Bainter asked.

"As I said before whenever the Dildeks achieve a swift climax to their
plans, they always neglect to guard their base of operations.  I
propose to walk in via the front door.  You however will crawl through
the ventilation shaft and Jeffries Tubes to contaminate their air with
those canisters."

"Brilliant!" Bainter said.

The pair left the storage room, and the protective air masks, behind.




Chapter 13

Gotti was delighted at the tingle the green light gave his central
nervous system.  He was deeply disturbed however at the lack of
response displayed by his genitalia.  It was as flaccid as before his
collaboration with the Dildeks.

He fiddled with the Dildek machine, trying to see what made it tick.

"I think it's busted," he groused.

"DILDEK DEVICE IS NOT BROKEN!  DILDEK TECHNOLOGY NEVER BREAKS!  DILDEK
TECHNOLOGY IS PERFECT!" the Supreme-client Dildek called out from the
living room where it was watching Byzantium News Network reports about
the invasion.  "IT IS HUMAN WHO IS BROKEN!"

"He's got that right," the still bound Alexis muttered.

"Hey fuck you and the ship you rode in on!" Gotti called out to the
Dildeks.  He turned to Alexis.  "And as for you, fuck you too, missy. 
If you keep talking to me that way, you're gonna get a busted lip."

"Ooohhh, tough guy threatening the tied-up helpless girl."

"There was a time I'd fuck a bitch like you upside down and right side
up, then inside out.  And you'd crawl back begging for more."

Alexis made an obvious glance towards the trillionairre's unresponsive
crotch.

"You know, if you can't get it up, the least you could do is eat me
out," Alexis said.

Gotti growled and turned on the device again.  


****

"Well, Dennis, it looks like saving Byzantium III is up to us."  Doc's
smile, for once, did not look so energetic.

Bainter nodded glumly.

The two stood in a sub-hallway on the fabled opulent Level A, several
meters from the primary hallway.  The flooring gleamed, and the
walkways were much neater and better kept than Level Q, Doc noted.  It
seemed as though the hallway were untroubled by the Dildek takeover of
the ship and unsullied by the fighting.

Bainter had pried open the grating of an air duct and was preparing to
enter the dark hatchway.  He still toted the two tanks of pheromones.

"Before we embark, let us partake of a sacramental swig of sonic
screwdriver.  I prescribe five double shots to counter the effects of
mind numbing terror," Doc said.

He handed the hipflask to Bainter, who nearly spilt a little on his
chin due to his trembling fingers.

Doc took the shiny flask back and knocked a deep chug himself.


****


J. Paul Gotti looked at the ventilation shaft above him.

"I think some little rat-humping babbo's climbing down," he said.

That was when a slight, tangy odor filled the air.  Gotti sneezed as
he got a strong whiff of the pheromone.  It penetrated through years
of atrophied neurons and reached the deepest animal core of his brain.

Feeling a strange discomfort in his groin, Gotti looked down.  Shock
and delight spread across his face as he viewed the pink tube of flesh
which quivered like a new borne babe through the folds of his robe.

"I've got wood," he said marveling at the thought. "I've got wood!"

Suddenly overcome by the miracle as well as the lack of blood to his
upper brain, Gotti ran through the halls of his apartment shouting,
"I'VE GOT WOOD!!!"

He continued running, enjoying the way his newly hardened member
bobbed about in the air.  He laughed like a child, palming it,
slapping it, and in general having a great time.  He ran up one
hallway, through the living room past the Dildeks watching the video
monitor tuned to BNN news and returned to the kitchen.

By the time he made a second circuit of his suite he was clutching his
chest.  "Oh fuck a duck, I'm having a heart attack."

Gasping for breath, he fell to the carpet, rolled over and expired.



Chapter 14

As Doc suspected, the front door of Gotti's apartment was unlocked.

"Must be typical Micro-Hardon programming," Doc said.

The apartment's insides were a respite from the chaos in the outer
halls.  No fire retardant haze, no stench of electrical fire smoke. 
There as a slight tang of pussy and spunk.  He could barely smell the
aphrodisiac.

There were also two large Dildek warrior machines watching an
entertainment video set.

"Hello boys, how's it hanging?"

"IT IS THE DOCTOR!  HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SECRET HEADQUARTERS?" the
Supreme-client Dildek roared.

"Feng shui."

"YOUR IMPOTENT SELF DEFENSE ARTISTRY WILL NOT SAVE YOU!  EXTERMINATE!"

"IS THAT EXTERMINATE OR EX-SPERMINATE?  UNIT IS CONFUSED WITH RUSH OF
POWER," said Six-Of-Nine.

"EXTERMINATE!  EXXX-TERMINAAAAATE!"

Red rays flashed in the darkened apartment, but somehow not as
powerful as Doc remembered them.  He still took the opportunity to
hide behind a couch where he found the body of a skinny little old
man.

"LEADER!  WE ARE OVERWHELMED WITH POWER!  EMERGENCY CIRCUIT BREAKERS
CUTTING IN!"

Doc peered over the back of the couch, his smile aggravatingly self
satisfied.

"It's all that bad karma catching up with you," he said.

The second unit was hovering wildly, then lost its power of flight,
smashing to the floor like a brick.  The Supreme-Client Dildek aimed
at Doc and fired.  It's red ray sputtered through the air, vaporizing
nothing but ambient moisture.

"I believe the Supreme-client Dildek is firing blanks," Doc taunted.

"SUPREME-CLIENT DILDEK NEVER FIRES BLANKS!  SUPREME-CLIENT DILDEK IS
THE MOST POTENT FORCE IN THE UNIVERSE!  EX-SPERMINATE! 
EX-SPERMMmmminnnaaaa..."

The Supreme-client Dildek's voice trailed off and its minuscule arms
flopped to its sides, dangling impotently.  It too fell to the floor
with a crash that Doc felt through his knees.

Doc got up and dusted his Bermuda shorts off.  It was then he noted a
very prominent bulge in his trousers.

"It's over Dennis, you can come out now," he said.

The grating in the roof fell to the floor and the sergeant lowered
himself through the opening with cat-like grace.  He looked around,
trying to disregard the sturdy bulge in his own uniform.

"So this is the lair.  And how the other half lives."

"Are you two finished dicking around in there?" Alexis called out from
the kitchen.

The two women had regained consciousness, but were still tied atop the
kitchen table, naked.  The men grinned.

"Hey!  Aren't you going to untie us?"  Bambi asked.

Doc and Bainter looked at one another, then at the tied up ladies.

"No," both said as they unbuckled their pants, withdrew their pricks
and slid into the two helpless yet moist twats.

"Oh, that's nice!" Bambi said sarcastically.  After a few minutes of
Bainter's pushing, she repeated "Oh!  That is nice!" in a heartfelt
tone as her emotions flared with her pussy juices.

Bainter continued boffing her, picking up speed.

"Tie me up and leave me, will you?" he said, slamming away with
vengeance.

He withdrew, then gave a quick push to lodge himself firmly yet
uncomfortably up Bambi's anus.  She squeaked in surprise.  Then she
glared at Bainter as she squeezed.

"Fucker!" she grunted.

Doc laughed, then looked down at Alexis who was taking his own
onslaught in both pussy and anus.


Epilogue


It had taken two weeks to dismantle the broken Dildeks which littered
Byzantium III.  Those sentient beings who were found still alive
within the Dildek chassis were recuperating in the hospital.  Among
the survivors was the Frigadier, who continually mumbled about gerbils
and hippie spies.

The chain of command had fallen to Sergeant Bainter, who was busy
leading the investigation of the incident, as well as the mop-up
operation.

Alexis kept herself busy by cleaning up the Porno Palace.  Somehow the
insurance agency had cleared her claim early, so she had some capital
to work with.  She had managed to get some replenishment shipments,
due in next week.

Right now she was mopping the floor of her shop.  She had already
recycled any goods not harmed during the smashing of the Palace and
the ensuing invasion of the station.  She was hoping to have a big
blowout sale.

Bambi helped Alexis by sorting the remaining videos for the upcoming
sale at the grand re-opening.  While she sorted she looked over at her
friend.  She and Bainter were having a relationship, but she wondered
how Alexis's love life was faring.

Finally she could stand it no longer.

"So what is up with you and Doc?" Bambi asked.

Alexis, who had been humming a little, looked at her friend.  "You can
ask him yourself.  He's playing with his JOINT."

"What's he doing in there?"

Alexis's brow crinkled.  "He said he's experimenting with a concoction
of drugs he learned about at the hospital."

"Excuse me, would one of you happen to be Miss Alexis?"

Bambi and Alexis turned to find a man addressing them in the open
doorway of the Porno Palace.  He was tall and stern-faced, wearing a
suit with creases so sharp they could slice steel.  His briefcase
alone, new and shiny and made from sort of skin from a creature that
must be extinct, looked like it was worth twice the value of Alexis's
stock.  Alexis wondered how he had managed to walk through the hallway
in this level without getting mugged.

He walked to Alexis, looking her in the eyes.

"Ms. Alexis?" he began in a voice soft and silky.  "I understand from
the Frigadier that you recently came into contact with a being known
as the Doctor, who also refers to himself as Doc?"

"Maybe," Alexis hedged.

Undaunted, the man opened his briefcase, took out a flat piece of
black plastic and inserted a crystal into one side.  Words appeared on
the now white screen.

"I'm a lawyer representing Doc's last four traveling companions," he
said, thrusting the read-screen at Alexis.  At the top of the screen
were the words "Victor, Hankie, Morgan and Ranman class action vs.
Doc, Re: Palimony."

Alexis pursed her lips.  "I haven't seen him."

"You seem like a smart girl, so I'll tell you the truth.  I'm a
process server from the transuniversal lawfirm Dewey, Rookem, Howe and
Grxylfx.  The good doctor is being sued by his traveling companions
numbers two, three, four and nine."

Alexis did some math in her head.  "Nine?  There were others?"

"Oh yes.  Six won't sue, seven is rumored to have put a contract out
on his life, and eight wants to marry him.  Oh yeah, number one wants
to cut off his balls and have them mounted on her wall."

"He certainly gets around," Alexis said.

"Boy does he," the man said.  "I think Doc has pheromones which makes
girls become impassioned in their panties."

"Impassioned in their panties?"

"Yup," the man smirked.  "He's a real operator all right, a regular
Doctor Screw.  Well, I've got to run, but if you see the Doc, I'd
appreciate it if you didn't give him any more help or encouragement. 
It's been a real bitch serving him."

He was edging towards the door when Evania Strump walked through.  The
insurance claims adjuster was red-faced and extremely angry.  There
was an intent in her eyes that Alexis did not care to contemplate.

"All right," Evania said.  "Where is that louse?"

"I don't know what you mean," Alexis said.

"That asshole Doc said he had been fixed.  But when I ran my home
pregnancy kit I get a positive.  Then I tried to call Doc on his
phone, but it's been disconnected.  So I want to know where he is."

"I haven't seen him," Alexis said, thinking "in the last ten minutes"
to keep her conscience clear.

It was at this point that an "Oh shit" floated over the room.  Doc's
head had popped out from behind the curtain of the antique porno
booth/time traveling ship.  He looked at Evania and the process
server, his characteristic smile wiped completely and utterly from his
face.  He looked over to Alexis.  With a quick, goofy smile, he waved
good-bye.

The process server was just starting to run towards the booth when a
terrible grinding noise, like two titanic lizards locked in a spirited
rut, filled the air.  The booth faded from view.

"God damn it!" the process server spat out.

"That bastard!" Evania said.

The two looked at one another.

"I don't suppose you'd care to join in this palimony lawsuit?" the
process server asked.

"Let's talk over lunch," Evania said with a promising smile.  She and
the process server walked out into the hallway, arm in arm.

Once the door was closed, Bambi could only look at Alexis and say,
"Well, that bites."

"Hey, we just had a one nighter," Alexis said.  "Nothing more."

"Still..." Bambi started

"Somehow, I think Doc will be back."


The End

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