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This is an excerpt from my book "Willis and Friends".  The book is
part of the "In the Matter of" series, and concerns people who exist
in an afterlife who know they had died before.

Chapter 20
"Protocol Five!"

	Willis had his computer support, so he decided to try it.  Going out
to the Frontier, he started up his device, and he got a hit
approximately five miles away.  He went that far and he focused in on
it.  He found a shack, and he could hear some noises.  He kicked in
the door, and as he suspected, he found a man raping a woman.  He
bashed the guy in the face, and kicked him in the nuts.  Having
knocked the guy off her, and disabled him, he untied her.  She cried,
and hugged him.  "Okay, lady, get going before someone else finds
you."
	"Please, I can't thank you enough, what's your name?"
	"Willis 309."  He walked out.

	He went around the frontier doing this for the better part of a
couple of days, finding and shitkicking the assholes, and saving the
women.   He did this at over seventy other places, finding guys who
were raping women, and beating the shit out of them.  Getting some
aggression out, doing a good job, and being a good guy were fun too.
Maybe not as much fun as banging hot broads, but a guy should have
some hobbies.

	He focused in on another location, this one was a real hot spot, the
guy must really be a fountain of anger.  He walked in, and discovered
he had made a mistake: it was a multiple gang rape.  There were three
women on the floor in various states of violation, accompanied by
three guys who were doing their best to find new and interesting ways
to violate them.  And nine guys who were not having fun were standing
around watching.  One of the guys recognized him from one of the
places he had busted into.  Willis actually got four of them before he
was overpowered.

	Groggy after being beaten, and held up by a guy on each side, Willis
looked up at the guy who was the ringleader.  He was looking at
Willis' gadget.  Willis speaks up.  "I'm offering Protocol Five.  I'm
offering Protocol Five, if you're willing to accept it."
	"What does this thing do?"
	"It's a rape detector."
	"What, it allows you to find women to rape?"
	"No, it finds where someone is being raped."
	"You mean, I could use this to find where some guy is banging a broad
out here?"
	"Yeah, that's what it does."
	"Hey, I think we could use this.  What's your name?"
	"Willis 309."
	"Now, what was it you said before?"
	"I said I'm offering Protocol Five."
	The ringleader started making mocking noises.  One of the other guys
turns to the ringleader, "Hey, Joe, uh, maybe we ought to find out
what this guy means..."
	"Shut up!"  Joe looked at Willis, and laughed, and in a mocking
voice, said "Protocol Five!  I'm offering Protocol Five!  Here's my
Protocol Five!" he said, as he smashed Willis in the face with his
fist. " Let's make it Protocol Ten!" and smashed Willis in the face
with the other fist.  "As a matter of fact, we're going to do a
little..." he started counting all the guys in the room who wasn't
currently introducing extreme pain to the ladies present, then counted
himself, "Protocol Nine!  Actually it'll be Protocol Twelve once the
other guys get finished banging those sluts.  Turn him around and get
his pants down.  Whitey, you've got the biggest dick, you can make him
really hurt, you go first."

	Willis started doing computations in his head, in an attempt to
ignore what was about to happen.  As he knew, basically it was only
going to hurt for a while, and they can't injure him, but that didn't
stop it from being agonizing pain when they're sticking it to him.  At
least I don't have to see the greasy face of the bastard doing this,
like a female rape victim has to see her attacker slobbering all over
her.  Willis wondered what she - when he was a woman - had been
thinking when it had happened in his previous life.  While he didn't
relish what was about to happen, he's thinking that she was probably a
hell of a lot more terrified.   Willis could feel a dick being rubbed
against his asshole.  He basically tried to relax himself as much as
he could, it might not hurt as much.
	At that moment, he heard a yell, "Wizards!  Run!" as he was dropped
on the floor.  Willis turned around to see the men trying to run, and
being restrained by two Wizards who had teleported in.  As he watched,
the other two Wizards brought more of the men back in.  The fifth
Wizard walked up to Willis.
	Sheila looked down at him.  "Willis, Willis, Willis, I think you're
just lucky the deadman's switch on your detector warned us, it's a
good thing you picked eight minutes rather than nine.  I'm curious,
why didn't you have a Wizard come out here with you?"
	"I wanted to do some fighting, but I wanted to be fair.  Unlike the
raping bastards I beat up, I'm not picking on someone weaker, I don't
have any special privileges, if I come upon a rapist he could still
beat the shit out of me.  As these guys did.  Sheila, have one of your
girls escort the hostages a safe distance so they can escape."
  	Willis walked up to the ringleader, and looked at him.  "You know,
you're stupid.  If you'd affiliated with a Warlord, or found out a few
things about the Frontier, you might have a better time here.  How
long have you been out in the Frontier?"
	"Coupla years."
	Willis shook his head.  "Yeah, you're stupid."  He turned to Sheila.
"I made the guy a Protocol Five offer, and he was so stupid all he did
was mock me."
	Sheila looked at the guy.  "He was stupid."
	The ringleader spoke.  "Hey, some guy sayin' some words don't mean
nothin', he's out here, he's fair game."
	"Yeah, that's true.  But did you ever stop to think, if a guy says
something you don't understand, that you might take a moment to find
out what he means?  It doesn't cost you anything but a few seconds of
time, if the guy is crazy, you can still do what you want with him.
You don't know what Protocol Five is, do you?"
	"No, what, some new way to suck mah dick?"  Every one of his
associates laughed.
	Willis thought for a moment. "Actually, that's exactly what it is."
	"What you sayin'?"
	"Sheila, do you have a copy of Protocol Five?"
	"Yeah, right here."
	Willis looked at the ringleader.  "Can you read?"
	"Yeah."
	"Read it out loud so everyone can hear."

	Order and agreement of the Council of Warlords of the Frontier of the
Afterlife and the Wizards of the Language Sections

	Protocol 5

	A special agreement of the Frontier

	To all whose presents shall come, Greetings!

	In determining the requirements of this protocol, all parties agree
that we will not act like lawyers, that the terms are to be agreed on
fairly and generously on both sides, that all who act upon this
protocol will do so for the purpose of allowing a graceful surrender
without being petty or cruel and to allow fighting against each other,
once these terms have been generally complied with, to end
peacefully.

	We, all of the Warlords who occupy the Frontier, and any civilian or
other party who offers or accepts an offer under the terms of this
document, do covenant, solemnly promise, and agree with all the
Wizards patrolling the Frontier, to the following terms and
conditions:

	1. If we are in a fight, or we overpower someone in a fight, or where
they are outnumbered, if they state that they offer Protocol 5, we
have the option to accept their offer if we want.  But we have to
accept it before their people show up, if they do.
	2. By offering Protocol 5, they agree if we accept it, that whatever
we beat them up before that is forgotten.  Neither they, nor their
people, will retaliate or come back at us for what we did; when we say
they won't retaliate elsewhere in this document, it includes their
people too.
	3.If we accept Protocol 5, if we want, they agree to blow us (or one
other person of our choosing instead of that particular person),
without hurting, (or if it's a woman, we can choose instead to get to
fuck her in her pussy, provided we let her get it wet), and we get to
cum.   The number of people they have to do is only the number that
were in the fight on the winning side when they were there.  We can
also use combinations, if there were three people on the winning side,
for example, they can have to do three different people, or one plus
doing the other twice, etc.  They don't retaliate over that either.
Or if we want, we can accept an offer for them to, as soon as
possible, get us blown or pussy where we get to cum.  They can either
let us get a number of uses same as the combination count, or give us
an amount of time with whoever they get us what we think is okay.  We
can also, if the person or persons they allow us to use instead, are
okay with it, to be doing something other than blowing us or fucking
their pussies, and if they're using counts rather than time, each one
of those other uses where we got to cum counts the same as a blow or a
pussy fuck.  They also don't retaliate over that too.
	4. If Protocol 5 is offered and accepted, the fighting stops provided
that whoever offers it can comply with paragraph 3.  An offer by the
leader of a group to the leader of the winning group, if accepted,
binds all of their people on both sides.  An offer by an individual to
a group binds us for that person, and it binds that person and all of
their people.  This means as far as whoever was fighting and made the
offer has to go along with paragraph 3, and they and their people have
to go along with the no retaliate shit, and the fighting and the
hurting stops on both sides.
	5. If they have people who catch us, if we accepted the offer of
Protocol 5, they let us go without hurting or doing anything to us, in
exchange for not having done any other shit to those we caught, after
they offered Protocol 5.  We can accept Protocol 5 conditionally, in
order to verify the person offering it has the capacity to go through
with everything.
	6. We won't do anything else to hurt someone who offers Protocol 5 if
we accept it.
	7. Civilians have a right to offer Protocol 5 and anyone who isn't a
Warlord can accept or decline the offer.
	8. If there is a fight and one side offers Protocol 5, but their
people come in afterwards and attack or retaliate so quickly before we
can have any reasonable time to accept or decline the offer, we have
the right to simply declare the fight ended immediately without their
people hurting us any further as if we had accepted Protocol 5 and the
other side had complied.
	9. All of the Warlords agree: we, and our people, will always accept
an offer of Protocol 5, except that if we had offered you Protocol 5,
and you refused it and hurt us, if it's the other way around later we
don't have to accept it from you.
	10. All of the Warlords agree: we will always give a person a chance
to offer Protocol 5 if they lose in a fight or are otherwise
overpowered and we'll never do anything sexual to them without giving
them a chance to offer it first.
	11. All of the Wizards agree: if Protocol 5 has been accepted and
complied with, if we catch you related to a fight or anything else
where it was offered, we will let you go without doing anything to
you.
	12. If you offer us use of other people pursuant to Paragraph 3, and
we accept, that we get to them and get to fuck them (or whatever we do
where we get to cum) constitutes adequate payment of ransom for your
subsequent release.

	Those who offer Protocol 5, solemnly promise freely given, to abide
by the terms of this agreement.  Those who agree to accept Protocol 5
solemnly promise, freely given, to abide by the terms of this
agreement.

	Joe looked up, puzzled.  "Are you telling me..."
	"Yeah, you could have had me blow every one of you.  More than that,
I work for the Welcoming Department, I could have gotten every one of
you guys laid, with a broad, and you wouldn't have had to fight to
hold her down, she'd have wanted to let you fuck her, for hours, and
you guys would all have come like hound dogs, and more than once."
	Willis turned to the other men there, and pointed at Joe.  "If this
guy here had had the minimum sense to bother to find out what I meant,
all of you, every one, right now, would be in a nice soft bed fucking
a smoking hot chick who was ready and willing to let you do anything
you wanted to her, and you'd be coming like crazy in her, all night
long, and when you finished banging her, you'd be back here to look
for more women to rape again, if you wanted.   I offered the chance
for all of you to get that, and he pissed it away. Just remember that
he spoiled that for you." Willis stepped over and whispered into
Sheila's ear.  She nodded, and waived her wand.
	"You know what you gave up the chance for?"
	"No."
	"This."  Willis went over to the guy who wanted to ask him what he
meant, got down on his knees, unzipped the guy's fly, pulled out his
dick, and began sucking it.  The guy couldn't believe it, plus how
good it felt.  He wondered how long before Willis decided to bite
down.  While you couldn't bite off someone's dick like they could on
earth, it would still hurt.  He couldn't believe it, he was about
to...
	He came.  He couldn't believe it, the guy was actually a great
cocksucker.  Willis finished sucking him off.  Willis stood up, then
he went over to Joe, gave him a big smooch-wet kiss on the mouth, and
snowballed him.
	Joe thought it had a terrible taste as he spit it back out.
	Willis got down on his knees again, this time he put Joe's dick in
his mouth, and started sucking on it.  The guy smiled.  Willis looked
up, smiled, and then bit the man's penis off. He spit it on the
ground.
	The guy screamed in agony.  "How..."
	"If you have decapitation privilege, you can cut someone's body
parts.  Don't worry, it will grow back.  In about a week, I think.  It
will stop hurting in about 5 minutes.  But I have a better idea.  I
think I'll have you ladies finish the job I've started on the rest of
them." He went over to the guy he had blown.  "But first, what's your
name?"
	"R-R-Raoul..."
	"You know, Raoul, you're a smart man.  Smarter than your gang boss.
Ladies, finish all these guys except Raoul."  He made a gesture like a
pair of scissors.  The women smiled, then proceeded to use knives and
tin snips to cut the rest of the men's penises off.  They all screamed
and yelled out.  "Let's bring them out to The Road."
	The men are standing at the edge of The Road, next to a guard rail.
"Remember where you are, the guard rail indicates the left edge of The
Road, you'll need it for a direction finder.  You'll just have to walk
about ten miles in that direction, and once you get that far you'll be
able to see your body and you'll be able to reassemble yourselves.
Ladies, cut off their heads, please.  Make sure it's low on the neck
at or just above the shoulders."
	The five Wizards used large Katana swords to cut the men's heads off,
and they all yelled out in pain again.  "Let's pick up the heads,
we'll need them. Ladies, we're teleporting ten miles to the east, at
the intersection of The Road and The Wrong Way.  Let's go."  They
teleport out and arrive near an intersection.  Willis had one of the
wizards zap in a display stand platform at the corner, a signboard
next to it, as well as a paint brush and a can of paint.  Willis
lifted up the head of the ringleader Joe, held him in both hands, and
looked at him like he'd look at a basketball.  "So, any last words?"
	The decapitated head said back, "Yeah, fuck you!"
	"Hey, you're the one who fucked yourself, I had nothing to do with
it.  In fact, I offered you the chance to get laid."  He turned to
Sheila.  "I'm not going to hurt them any more, pull the teeth of all
of them without pain."  They do.  "Put them up on display there, thank
you."
	Willis set the head down, and said to the other ten next to it as
well.  "You still have control of your body, if you can get it back
here, all you have to do is put your head back on your shoulders and
it will reseal.  Just feel the rail and walk along until you can see
your body in the distance, then you can bring it to you. Otherwise, if
your body doesn't get here in a week it will automatically reassemble
you, and by then your dicks and teeth will have grown back.  In the
mean time, you'll probably be busy.  Okay, we have the shelf ready,
and the heads are aligned so they face forward, that should work, and
they don't have teeth.  So we're ready with the setup, here we are."
	Willis looked at the platform which was facing the highway, where
people were stopping to look.  The eleven decapitated heads were
attached to a wooden board, which would break if they had hands, so if
they were able to walk back they could pull their head loose and
reattach to their shoulders.
	"Now all it needs is a sign."  Willis painted large letters on the
signboard, and posted it to the top of the platform above the heads.
"Perfect."
	Sheila stepped back and looked, and screamed out in laughter.  She
saw a display, like a lemonade stand, in front of a busy highway with
eleven toothless decapitated heads of men who were still conscious and
looking around in fear, and a sign above it:
	FREE BLOW JOBS!  NO TEETH, JUST USE THEM!
	As Willis watched, a substantial number of men, with more on the way,
approached the display, unzipping their flies, preparing to do exactly
that.   As he watched, two cars whose operators were failing to do the
same thing, collided head-on with one another.  The two men, instead
of arguing about the damages, abandoned their wrecks and ran toward
the display.   "Well, anyway, girls, let's leave these gentlemen to
their customers."
	Willis turned to Raoul, who was standing there - still in one piece,
by the way - stunned.  "Think about what you just escaped, because you
had more sense than they did.  Raoul, you wanna get laid?  By a broad,
I mean?"
	"Uh, yeah, sure.  But I'm surprised, I kicked and hit you too, and
you're not mad."
	"Hey, it's part of the rules, you go into a fight, you're liable to
get beat up."  Willis made a call.  "Marvin?  I was out at the
Frontier, and I got in a big fight.  Yeah, if I hadn't had a bunch of
Wizards covering my ass, by now I'd have had about 12 dicks stuck in
it.   One of the guys wanted to have the ringleader ask what I meant
when I offered them Protocol Five.  But he wouldn't listen, and now
him and his friends are providing some oral entertainment to the men
of the Frontier.  Anyway, the guy never got the chance to accept my
offer, but he tried so I'm gonna take it as if he did.  Can you check
and see which one of the female Welcomers who likes wild guys is
available?  Oh yeah, I think he'll like her.  Okay, I'll send him over
in a few minutes, his name is Raoul." He hung up.
	"Okay, Raoul, just one thing."
	"What's that?"
	"The girl on the floor you were fucking in the ass, she was tied
down, wasn't she?"
	"Yeah."
	"I'm gonna send you over to our place, and we're gonna set you up
with a nice broad, but  you don't get to force her, you have to fuck
her the way she says, and if you do, you're gonna come like you won't
believe.  If you wanna stick it in her ass, you just say so first so
she can get herself ready, she'll let you as long as you're nice about
it, okay?"
	"Yeah."
	"Dick her nice and you can come in her pussy and ass all you want,
all night long, and she'll even blow you if you want.   *Be* a dick to
her, and you're gonna be number 12 over there, got me?"
	"Yeah, sure."
	"Okay."  Raoul vanishes.   Willis takes a look at the display. "I see
that there is a big line of men eagerly waiting to take advantage of
their services in addition to the ones who are currently doing so
now.  Let's go home, ladies."   They teleported back to the Wizard
office.  He went back to Sheila's office, and she closed the door.

	"Thanks for giving me the temporary decapitation privilege as well as
the others while we were out at the Frontier, they really helped."
	"Willis, that had to be a ballsy thing, to actually blow the guy.
After what you've done to me you obviously can't be gay.  Are you
bisexual?"
	"No, not really.  I'm not interested in cock.   But if you're
actually going to try to invoke Protocol 5, if they do accept it, you
have to be able to get over the idea of some guy putting his dick in
your mouth, you can't be sure they'll take the offer of getting laid.
I always wanted to see if I had the *cojones* to do it, if it ever
came down to it.  Because if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to be out
there.  I had always thought I'd got over my squeamishness over the
idea years ago by realizing it's just a form of sausage or meat, and
it's not going to hurt you.  And I was right. Besides, you've blown
guys I'm sure, what does spray taste like?"
	"As far as I remember I don't think it has any taste.  I'm surprised
he thought it tasted bad."
	"It doesn't.  When you gave me the privileges while in the Frontier I
did local instantiation.  I spit snake venom in his mouth."
	She smiled.  "That's cute.  I know what we have to do if someone
agrees to it, but what was the purpose of Protocol Five?"
	"It was an agreement the Warlords all got together, and even agreed
to let civilians use, that basically said that if the other side got
you, the worst that would happen was you'd have to suck their dicks,
and they got to walk even if they beat you up, you wouldn't come after
them later.   This meant that you could take fights between your group
and another as fun and games, and if you lost, the other side wouldn't
be sadistic.  In effect, the Warlords were basically all agreeing not
to do to each other what those guys were about to do to me, not to
sodomize each other.  Plus the option, if they agree, to get laid or
blown by someone else meant that they might be willing to let you give
them a woman in exchange, and thus you might not have to go through it
at all.
	"It was part of an arms race, one side would send their group in, and
maybe they lost, and they got some ass pain.  Well, to try to prevent
that they'd send part of their group, and  if it lost another group
would go to rescue them, which meant the winners at first would figure
they'd have to hurry, they'd either grab them as hostage and run, or
they'd really ram them for serious ass pain, which made the problem
worse.
	"So someone got the idea, why have to break your forces into attack
and rescue?  If your side lost in a fight, be a man and give the
winners women to fuck, since that's what they usually wanted anyway.
	"That's why all Warlords have either women or female hostages on hand
to offer them to the other side to use if they lose.  Most of these
guys actually want pussy rather than getting blown, but it was
available in case they got the leader of the other side, they could
humiliate him."
	"I'm curious, I am surprised to note that I've actually seen it used
in big massive fights, and everyone actually agrees to stop fighting.
Why would a bunch of Warlords go along with a piece of paper?  And how
do they know the other side will agree?"
	"If you read it, you'll notice the term 'solemnly promise, freely
given'.  That's a term meaning that whoever does something under that
term makes an inviolable, unconditional promise not under duress to do
whatever they said.  You know what the penalty is for violating a
solemn promise in the Frontier?"
	"Failing to keep a solemn promise there is automatic involuntary
recycling; the government will throw your ass back to earth, you start
over as a brand new baby.  I see.  Where did they get the name?"
	"Did you ever see the movie Blazing Saddles?"
	"No."
	"Well, there's this one scene where the bad guys tell how they're
gonna do a 'Number Six' on the town, basically destroy the town to the
dirt floor, kill everyone except the women, because they rape the shit
out of them at the Number Six dance.  Well, someone got the idea to
take one step back, and in effect, it was a treaty, so they called it
*Protocol Five*.  The Warlords here were deathly afraid of getting
buttfucked, so they all agreed they wouldn't do it to each other.
	"If you notice, in the text of the agreement, they did a lot of work
to completely avoid using the term 'anal sex', it goes into a big
explanation, basically saying if the woman you get for them will let
you fuck her in the ass, and you're counting number of times they get
blown or fucked, you get to count anal sex as if it was intercourse.
But despite the crude language used for other points used,, they never
once mention anal sex, that's how frightened of it they were.
	"Not that they cared if they were using hostages to service the
winners, but sometimes they'd use their own regular women, and the
women might get mad if they were forced to be anal raped, so they put
in the provision the girl has to agree to let them have anal sex on
her.
	"Oh, by the way, while I was thinking about how to distract myself if
the guy did stick it in me, I got an idea.  I think I figured a way to
'ride the mountain' with the woman on top. I really want to see if I
can find a way to thank you for arriving at what was literally the
last second."

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