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From: frank@proclus.ss.uci.edu (Frank Gilson)

Subject: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part I

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"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part I
by Frank T. Gilson

The waves of brownish water washed up against the old boat launch. They brought bits of garbage and the occasional dead fish. The pollution had gotten to the point where you really didn't have to worry about seeing that anymore; No more fish.
I can almost imagine one of them. A fish, lost, perhaps wandering, moving in from the ocean and into the bay. Then, disoriented by the chemical spills, deliberate dumping, and poisoned runoff it swims here, then there, ending in this side channel. Almost like an unprotected man running through the city streets as the acid rains rip at his exposed flesh, searing his eyes.
Enough morose thoughts, the task at hand was to try to convince the harbor authority to dredge the channel for a body. A body I knew had to be there. I'd been told about it.

"Agent, I... I don't want to waste your time."
She was pretty, for a street kid. Too bad she hadn't been born in the right place. She'd be studying something supposedly important in some supposedly good high school right now if she had.
"I can't pay you for any information you might supply. That's currently against the law."
I hate stupid laws. This is one of them. They keep making it harder for me to do my job. When I need information, I have to dig for it. Sometimes I have to tear it loose.
"I... I saw something... I don't want any trouble."
She looked around, suddenly frightened. I walked two steps over to my car and opened the passenger door.
"Get in, miss. We'll go somewhere safe. Don't worry, I'm trained to serve and protect."
I figured she'd respond to the strong savior type, the kind of policeman that had long vanished from these streets. She got into my car. I glanced around casually and walked to the driver's side door. It opened, I keep waiting for it to betray me, I have that irrational fear about machines.
"I'll take you to the Federal Building. We'll use a conference room. It will be completely confidential."
At a push of a button the car started up. When the rains had finally gotten out of hand we switched to electric cars; some weak attempt to make amends. Maybe if we'd done that earlier things would be better.
I pulled away from the curb.

"I don't care who you are! We can't get a massive piece of equipment in here on short notice just 'cause you say!"
The harbor authority man wasn't cooperating. He wanted what everyone else wanted: Good pay, Little work. I put my hand on his shoulder. I squeezed. I enjoyed myself.
"Under the federal agent empowerment act of 2019 I am justified in making certain demands. This is one of them. I don't have time to have my people talk to your people."
He squirmed. Good thing he didn't know the law. With a cold stare and a steel grip I backed him up to the wall.
"You can help me... or hinder me. It's your choice. I could help you out. Think about it."
I pulled a wad of money out of my trenchcoat. I always made sure it was never more than a couple of hundred. I put it in his jumpsuit's breast pocket. He smiled.
"That's more like it, mister. I think I could divert a dredger in here. What exactly did you say you wanted to find?"

The girl and I arrived at the Federal Building. I remember when it had been new construction. I was a small boy. It was the tallest building around. It had shone with the glow of sunlight off glass and steel. Now it wasn't like that. Yes, it still towered above most other buildings. No, it didn't shine. Before being coated to resist the more virulent, recent, rains, it had been pitted and pockmarked by hard years in the open. Whole beams of steel were blackened. Like a monument to our new society, it thrust, unclean, up into the smog.
"I'm going to drive us into the parking facility. We'll exit the car and immediately enter the elevator. Once inside the building, match my pace and follow me from behind my right shoulder. Do not say a thing, and don't make eye contact with anyone."
She looked startled; and puzzled.
"But... this is where all the fedcops are. I don't understand."
Oh my, not just pretty, not just a street kid, she was fairly naive as well. This was going to be fun.
"Look, just because someone's a fedcop doesn't make them clean. If you follow my instructions implicitly, no one should remember exactly what you look like."
Her eyes widened and she drew back from me.
"What... What if you're not clean?"
I chuckled, probably unfair of me but I liked the reaction it drew. I put a hand on her shoulder and smiled.
"Then you are already dead. But trust me, you have no other choice."
I got out of the car, walked around to her door, and let her out. She followed me just as I'd asked. We got to the most central elevator and I selected the twelfth floor. My desk was there, with a hopefully unused room nearby.
The elevator rose uneventfully, no one else got on. We left and moved, through a sea of desks, to mine. Only a few agents were there. We didn't draw too many stares.
"Sit in the chair while I get a visitor's pass."
She sat down, facing the desk. I leaned over her left shoulder and activated my terminal. After the retinal scan the command line came up. I keyed in a request for the pass, then checked to see if a nearby conference room was available. I found one and had the computer key the palm plate on the door to that room for my print only. The printer soundlessly activated and the visitor's pass was soon finished. I picked it up and fastened it onto her shirt, just above her left breast.
"Now follow me. We can talk privately in a room near here."

"I need the dredge so I can find a body. I have information that places it here, in this channel."
The harbor authority attendant smiled again. He probably got a kick out of the whole thing. Dredging up this body would make his whole week.
He punched up a code on his belt terminal, summoning a dredge. It would probably take a few minutes. I drowned out his mindless chatter about sports teams with thoughts about what that body would look like. About a week in this water wouldn't do anybody any good.
Those few minutes later the dredge slowly moved towards us. It just fit into the channel, but then they were designed for that. It had a huge suction tube that could touch bottom. It had large, rotary brushes to stir up the muck and a screen to stop larger items, like bodies, from being sucked into it.
"Here's your dredge, mister. Where do we start?"
I though back to what she'd said.
"Start dredging about ten meters before this boat launch, and dredge until about ten meters after."

I walked to the empty conference room with her following. I pushed my hand against the palm plate, opening the door. I motioned her in ahead of me and took a last look around. No one was paying us any particular interest. The lights had come on with the opening of the door. I dimmed them somewhat. I can't stand illumination that's too bright.
"Sit down here, miss, and see if you can tell me why you contacted me."
She sat and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I stood in front of her chair, just a few feet away.
"I... I saw somebody get killed. The word on the street said you were the guy to call, that you care about the law. I figured I'd probably get found, and found is killed."
She looked into my eyes as she said that last bit, trying a sympathy play. I don't normally fall for that, but when a pretty girl who doesn't have a home to go to does that, I listen.
"You've gotta take care of me, agent. I can tell you where the body was dumped, who he was, and who dumped him. What can you do for me?"
She wasn't as naive as I had first thought. These days everyone was looking out for number one, even naive girls.
"You can stay in my apartment until I sort all of this out. With the information you give me I should be able to make some arrests."
She smiled at the mention of my apartment. She leaned forward in the chair.
"I suppose you want more than information from me? Or do you feel that your apartment is the only safe place?"
I had to laugh. Sure I was attracted to her, but even I hadn't consciously thought about using her for sex. I began to. She was frowning.
"Would it be so bad to fuck me... agent... Don't think I don't know what I'm doing. You learn a lot, fast, out there."
Her hands moved up from her lap to her jacket. She arched her back and slipped it off her shoulders, displaying her breasts. I admit I'm a sucker for a good pair of breasts. I was hard and ready to go right there. I decided to see if she was serious.
I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up onto the conference room table. I spread her legs apart with one of mine and moved into the space between them. My hands slid, almost by themselves, down to her breasts. She moaned, and eyes closed, leaned back supporting herself against the table with her hands.
"Ohhh... yes... touch me there. Protect me and I'll do anything... Ohh... anything."
I liked the sound of that. I slid a hand down from breast to abdomen, from abdomen to crotch and began to work on her cunt through her pants. She wrapped her legs around me as best she could and thrust up against my hand.
"Fuck me... Strip me and FUCK ME..."
At those words I almost lost control. I usually don't but something about her, about the place we were in, made me. With the hand that was fondling her breast I ripped her flimsy shirt off her. She gasped and opened her eyes. I used that free hand, moved behind her back, to pull her closer. My mouth found its way to a nipple. I bit her.
"Ow... No, stop, don't hurt me like that!"
She pulled away, arms covering her breasts, an angry look in her eyes.
"If you don't like it, you can go back out on the street."
I never apologize. I'm perfectly capable of realizing I did something wrong and avoiding it in the future, but I never apologize.
"You wouldn't do that. I'd be killed!"
I reached out and grabbed a leg by the ankle and pulled her to me. I grabbed the other ankle.
"I'll try not to hurt you again. Now what was it you said about doing anything for me?"
She forced down her anger and gave me a half hearted smile. She took her arms away from her breasts and leaned back again. I pulled her legs apart and drew her farther forward. Her pants had a simple velcro closure. I knelt down and pulled it open with my teeth. Stepping back, I pulled them off her. She was finally revealed to me. She could use a good bath. Some make up and hair styling would do wonders, but all of the potential for beauty was there. I moved forward, put my hands on her hips, and knelt down again. I licked her pussy. She jumped. I took this as an invitation to dive right in.
I pressed my shoulders against her thighs as I slid my hands up to cup her breasts. I licked her outer lips, then paid some attention to her clit.
"Ohhhh.... Oh God.... I can't... I can't stand it!"
Her hips started to try to buck up in rhythm with my licks, but the way I had her thighs pinned she couldn't really move. With one hand I started to pinch and twist a nipple. I brought the other hand down to assist my mouth. As I licked her clit I slipped my middle finger into her pussy. I thrust that finger in and out, in and out. I stopped licking her clit and looked up at her face. She was smiling for real now. I got back to work.
"If you like this, little girl, how about this!"
Pulling my one finger out, I thrust three into her. I started gently nibbling her clit. I pumped my fingers in her as fast as I could.
"Uh... Oh... I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming!"
She started to shake and she lay back against the table, legs around my head. Her juices flowed freely over my hand. I slowed and stopped as her orgasm subsided, pulled my fingers out of her, and put them up to her mouth.
She eagerly licked them clean, not meeting my eyes. I unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. My cock bulged against the restraint of my shorts. They quickly went the way of my pants. I slid her back a bit on the table and got up on it, kneeling between her legs. She wrapped them around me. I grabbed one of her wrists in each of my hands and leaned forward until my full weight was pressing down on her and her arms were pressed to the table, back behind her head.
"Stick it in me! I know you want to... God, fuck me... Please fuck me!"
She wasn't pretending now. I slid into her. It was like sliding into velvet. It was as near heaven as this sorry soul would ever likely get. I moved forward and back, not sliding much out of her but using a rocking motion, grinding hard against her clit and her hips. She moved with me, not a passive observer but a willing participant. Her breasts, nipples hard, pushed against my chest.
"Oh yes... Oh God... Oh yes... Oh godddddddd"
I silenced her with my mouth, my tongue searching out hers. We sparred, tongues fighting one another. I bit her lip, not too hard, but I bit it and held it between my teeth. I began to slide part way out of her and then slam back in. As I did that I slowly chewed her lip.
"Mmmmmmm.... Oooooooo...."
The way her back was arching, by the look in her eyes, I knew she'd cum soon. I wasn't ready to cum yet but I had another plan. I drew back from her face, letting her lip go, because I wanted to see her eyes when she came. I wanted to see that look.
"Ohh, Ohh, Ohh... Ohhhhhhh Yessss."
She shuddered as she came, pushing against me, clasping me hard with her legs. I released her wrists and sat up, sliding out of her and moving back off the table. She lay there, contented.
"I'm not finished with you. Turn over."
She looked startled.
"Wha... What?"
I grabbed her ankles and turned her over. I pulled her back until her hips were even with the table edge. I slopped up some of the pussy juice that had pooled on the table and wiped it on her asshole. I slipped a finger inside her ass.
"No, I don't want it like that. I've never had it back there. Please don't!"
I chuckled. She'd come this far. Surely she didn't think I would stop until I was finished. I removed my tie and used it to fasten one of her ankles to a chair. I tied the other using the remains of her ripped shirt.
"It won't hurt. Trust me. You said 'anything', remember?"
Seeing her tied like that gave me an idea. I took my pants and tied one pant leg around her wrists, behind her back, and the other pant leg over the light fixture. She was slightly suspended off the table.
My cock was still slick with her juices. I pushed the head of it gently against her ass. She was tensing up. I got nowhere.
"Relax or I will hurt you. Ease up, get used to it."
To get her in the mood again I started rubbing her clit. I slipped a couple of fingers in her pussy. After she started moaning again I pulled out the fingers and slipped them in her ass, pushing in and pulling out. When I judged she was ready, I positioned myself again.
I slid the head of my cock into her ass. Slowly, inch by inch, the remainder of it went into her. She groaned, she twisted in her bonds. I stopped playing with her clit and slid those fingers into her cunt. With one hand on her hip steadying her, I thrust in and out, in and out.
Her ass was tight. Her pussy had been velvet, this was steel. With each thrust I could almost feel myself getting harder. With each thrust she let out a gasp. With each thrust I pumped my fingers into her pussy.
I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, the pressure threatening to make them burst. With a yell I let loose inside of her, hot torrents of cum flooding her insides.
Totally spent, I slipped out of her and sat down, my head in my hands, trying to recover some composure. I got up and untied her. I put my clothes back on and motioned for her to do the same.
"But my shirt is ruined! Somebody'll see me!"
She couldn't be modest, not after fucking me like that, someone she didn't know at all.
"Wear my suit jacket over your jacket. That'll cover you. You still haven't told me what I brought you here to tell me."
I tapped a signal into the wall terminal for a cleaning droid to come clean up our mess. I took the tape recorder out of my trenchcoat pocket and turned it on.

|...I am the Lord of Doom, know this and Despair...| Frank T. Gilson | |##################################################|Guaranteed Nice Guy| |"I'm so laid back I'm right outta the picture" |Unfortunately Dull|

Article 63675 of alt.sex: Path: m2c!crackers!samsung!usc!orion.oac.uci.edu!hippias.ss.uci.edu!frank From: frank@hippias.ss.uci.edu (Frank Gilson) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part II Keywords: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part II Message-ID: <291B1FEA.27363@orion.oac.uci.edu> Date: 8 Nov 91 23:38:18 GMT Followup-To: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part II Organization: University of California, Irvine Lines: 192 Nntp-Posting-Host: hippias.ss.uci.edu

O.K., here's part II for my current story. If you missed part I you can get it from me via email. Send all comments/suggestions/etc. to frank@aris.ss.uci.edu Part III should show up sometime this evening.

Copyright Nov. 1991 by Frank T. Gilson Permission is granted for public (no charge) distribution.

"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part II
by Frank T. Gilson

The dredge whirred and slowly moved forward, water and fine muck shooting out the back. They usually put a tube on it to carry the stuff away, but we didn't need that now.
Meter after meter it crept along, searching for that body. It had to be there. Any moment now and it would be found.
The dredge operator stopped his equipment's movement and signalled that something had gotten trapped up against the machine's screen.

"The body was dumped into the channel that runs behind Bringham street. Two men I saw before backed their van down the boat launch there and dumped it in. It was weighted down."
She wasn't looking too happy. I put a hand on her back and used my other one to brush some hair out of her eyes. She smiled.
"Tell me who was doing the dumping, and who the stiff was."
She reluctantly started speaking again.
"Two local guys, Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans, did it. I barely saw the face on the body. It looked like our ward boss."
I wondered who had hired them to do it. Had they participated in the actual killing? Was he dead before hitting the water? One thing was certain, if not, then he was dead quite soon after.
I brought up the room's terminal and punched in data requests for any records on those two men. Where I had met her was near the channel. That was Ward Fifteen. I punched in a request for information on the ward boss.
"For the record I need you to give me your name."
We'd fucked and I didn't even know her name. This was as good a way as any to find it out. She got scared and clammed up.
"I can't do anything about this unless I have a record of clear evidence. That record needs to be substantiated by your name. I've said I'll protect you and that this is all confidential."
The printouts I had asked for started coming up. I tore them from the slot and took a look.
"My name... My name is Chelsea Brown."
I turned off the tape recorder and put it away. The two men had minor criminal records, they were simple thugs. The name of the ward boss was Eschiatos Abel. He had recently squelched rumors of scandal and misappropriation of funds.
I looked at the face that now had a name. I looked at Chelsea Brown. I held her in my arms. I kissed her cheek.
"Everything will be alright now. I'll find the body and have those two guys picked up for questioning. Let me take you to my apartment."
She got up out of her chair. I folded up the printouts and put them in the pocket with the tape recorder. I went and opened the door. She followed me out. We went to my desk where I keyed out of the conference room. I began to think about the situation; about the potential involvements of other political figures. I decided to pursue things semi-privately until I had something solid.
We walked to the elevator and took it down to the parking facility and got into my car. I started it up and drove us out into the smog induced perpetual twilight.

The harbor authority man signaled to the dredge operator to close up the dredge and rotate the screen assembly to face upwards. As it did so I thought about Chelsea. Why was I thinking about her? She wasn't in front of me. 'Out of sight, out of mind' failed with her. Why?
The screen portion of the dredge was facing up. Both of us walked over to the side of the channel for a look. It was there. In all its glory it was there. The naked body of Eschiatos Abel saw the sun once more. Eaten away in places by chemical waste, at least it was fairly intact. It was intact enough to stand as proof of criminal action. I got out my portable phone and called the Agency to file an on-site report and request a forensics team.

My apartment was in a pretty good part of town. I'd taken over the lease from my parents when they'd retired. The owners of the building had recently renovated it and raised rents. They wanted a better class of clientele. It was pitched as a haven for upwardly mobile, young, single types. I surprised them by being able to keep paying. In their eyes I was scum. At the very least, I was single scum.
I parked and got out of the car, then let her out. I walked us around to the back entrance. I didn't want much attention. We took the stairs. I was only on the fourteenth floor and everyone else usually used one of the elevators.
I looked back at her as she climbed. She was starting to sweat. I guess she didn't do a lot of stair climbing. She took off my suit jacket and unbuttoned hers. This gave me a view of her cleavage as sweat slowly trickled down it. I stopped and turned around.
"Why did you stop? We're not at the next floor yet."
I went down a step, the one just above hers, and put my hands on her shoulders, grasping her jacket.
"We still have seven floors to go."
I lifted the jacket up and back, revealing her breasts. I put my hands on them. My thumbs worked her nipples, my fingers kneeded her breasts.
"Not here... Ohh... What... What if someone sees us?"
I sat down on the step and pulled her into my lap, replacing my hands with my mouth. I licked a nipple, then spoke.
"I don't fucking care if someone sees us. I want to fuck you, so I'm going to."
I had my hands on her hips. I told her to stand up. She did and I removed her pants, pulling them down and off as she lifted each foot. With my hands back on her hips I kissed her pussy. I used my lips like teeth to pull on her clit. I licked my tongue deep into her.
"Ohhhhhhh... I don't think I can keep standing!"
I put an arm around behind her and leaned her back, most of her weight now resting on it. My other hand I brought around to help with her cunt. As I sucked and blew on her clit I put three fingers in her and moved them around, not in and out, but a circular motion. She started to shake.
"Ohhh... Mmmmm... Gonna... Gonna cum... Yeah..."
She did cum, gushing. I sucked up every drop I could, some dripping down and off my chin. I kept supporting her as I pulled off my pants and shorts with one hand.
"Sit down, take me into your pussy."
I helped her down and guided myself into her. Again I felt peace as her moist velvet surrounded me. I put both hands under her shoulders to help her move up and down. My mouth worked her breasts, alternately sucking and nibbling one nipple, then the other.
"When... When you're in me I... I feel so safe"
I wasn't one to fall for comments like that. Other's actions influence me, not words. But I didn't fault her for it.
I slowly stood up. She wrapped her legs around me and moved back and forth. I put her against the wall, partly resting on the railing, and drove in and out of her. I covered her mouth with mine and sought her tongue with mine. She eagerly answered, meeting me in her mouth. Her small hands grasped the folds of my coat.
I moved a hand down to cup her ass. I slid a finger into the crack there and into her asshole. She exploded. She bucked and shuddered and came. I kept thrusting, pulling back and thrusting. Her head pulled back from mine and she gasped for breath, eyes closed.
"Ohh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard... Ohhh... Yes"
I was close to cumming, but I didn't want to yet. I slowed and stopped. She opened her eyes. I gazed directly into them. I brushed her hair back from her sweaty brow and kissed her there. I pulled out of her and lowered her to her knees.
"I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to suck on me and swallow my cum."
She took the base of my cock in one hand, cupping my balls with the other. She started by kissing the head of me, then slipping it into her mouth, giving it a bath in her saliva, using her tongue.
"That's right. That's good."
Then she took more of me in, bobbing her head back and forth, giving me short pulls on my cock with her hand while gently tugging my scrotum. She'd done this before. I could tell. I was going to cum. She slowed down, stopped playing with my balls, and stopped pulling me. She was going to prolong this.
She slipped me out of her mouth and kissed her way down me, still holding on with one hand. She took my balls into her mouth and slowly sucked on them. She soon let them go and kissed and bit the ridge of flesh behind my scrotum. She pulled her head back and again confronted my prick. With one gulp she took almost all of me into her mouth as she slid a finger up my ass. That was it. I couldn't take it any more. I was done. It was over. I came.
As my cum flowed into her mouth she pumped me with her hand and sucked, drawing out every drop, swallowing every mouthfull. I felt drained and leaned against the railing.
"That was so good, Chelsea. I'm going to enjoy protecting you very much."
I stepped back and pulled up my pants, picked hers up, and threw them to her.
"Let's go. Seven more flights of stairs left."

|...I am the Lord of Doom, know this and Despair...| Frank T. Gilson | |##################################################|Guaranteed Nice Guy| |"I'm so laid back I'm right outta the picture" |Unfortunately Dull|

Article 63890 of alt.sex: Path: m2c!crackers!samsung!uunet!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!ucla-cs!ucivax!orion.oac.uci.edu!hippocrates.ss.uci.edu!frank From: frank@hippocrates.ss.uci.edu (Frank Gilson) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: NEW STORY:Alas, Eschiatos PART III Keywords: NEW STORY:Alas, Eschiatos PART III Message-ID: <291F12BA.14961@orion.oac.uci.edu> Date: 11 Nov 91 23:31:06 GMT Followup-To: NEW STORY:Alas, Eschiatos PART III Organization: Legion of Chaos Lines: 120 Nntp-Posting-Host: hippocrates.ss.uci.edu

Copyright 1991 Nov. 1991 Frank T. Gilson Permission is granted for public (free of charge) distribution. email me (comments, suggestions) at: frank@aris.ss.uci.edu

"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part III
by Frank T. Gilson

Forensics didn't take too long to arrive. The black van with agency insignia backed down the boat launch between the buildings. It stopped and its back door opened. The agency's coroner herself stepped out. I had only seen her once before, in passing. She was taller than I and fairly thin, wearing a black plastic protective suit. Even one of those suits couldn't hide her finer, physical, qualities.
"I didn't expect this to rate your appearance, Ms. Babylon."
She looked me over as she put on a pair of sunglasses. I figured her eyes weren't too used to anything but the low lights in the forensics lab. I'd heard she didn't have much time for anything but work. She was really into dragging secrets out of the dead.
"You've stated for the record that the deceased is apparently a political figure. I'm here to make sure that this is handled correctly. If you will kindly move out of the way we can initiate our part of the investigation."
She walked by me like I wasn't there. As she did so I could have sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. She'd make a great bartender. She wouldn't need to use any ice.
I thanked the harbor authority men and told them we probably wouldn't need the dredge any more. I walked back to my car and connected up to its portable data terminal. I keyed in a request to pick up Johnny Smoke and Carter Evans, the two men Chelsea had fingered as the one's who dumped the body. I transmitted the contents of Chelsea's tape recorded testimony and appended it to my on-site report. I picked up the phone and dialed my apartment.

"Is this really your place?"
We'd finally managed to climb to the fourteenth floor and had just entered my apartment. She was looking around with wide eyes. I guess I couldn't expect much else from a street kid.
"Yes it is. I don't make a lot of money but it used to be my parents. I don't have a problem with the way they decorated it so I didn't have to buy anything new."
She saw my black leather couch and almost flew over to it. She flopped down on it and rubbed against the leather; running her hands all over it.
"Hey, watch it, you're not exactly clean. Go take a shower and put on one of my bathrobes."
Chelsea got up and followed my pointing finger to the bathroom. I heard the door close and the shower start. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a drink; a rum and coke. I can't stand wine or beer or hard liquor, a rum and coke is simple and honest and drinkable.
I began to think about her body again. Just the thought of her enflamed me and she was nothing but a street kid; a girl of seventeen or eighteen. I finished my drink and walked over to the bathroom door. I took off all my clothes. We'd just had sex on the stairs but I was hard again. I opened the door and walked in.
"Hey! What are you doing in here. Can't a girl take a shower in peace?"
I opened the shower door. She had a pouting look on her face and soap on her body. I stepped in and shut the door behind me.
"I thought you might want some help. Besides, I've got this raging hard on again."
I began washing the soap off of her. She took the soap into her hands and started coating me with it. It felt good to feel her small hands against my flesh, cleaning my skin. She got to my cock and stopped.
"I'm going to have to clean this a special way."
Chelsea put both hands on my ass and took me into her mouth. As she sucked on me, she pulled my ass cheeks apart and slipped a soap slicked finger inside me. I had to hold onto the shower door as my legs got weak.
"That's a good girl. Oh yeah... yeah..."
She stopped short of making me cum. She stood up and looked into my eyes.
"I want you to cum in my pussy. You haven't done that yet and I want you to. Fill me up."
I steadied myself and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and put one arm around my neck. With her unused hand Chelsea guided my cock inside her.
She ground herself against me; mashing her clit. Her head was thrown back, her wet hair hanging down. With one hand around her waist I used the other to pull her head down using her hair. I nibbled from her neck to one breast; pulling on the nipple with my teeth.
"Ohhhh... Yes, bite me and pull my hair... Ohh... Yes..."
She sounded serious so I pulled her hair more and bit down harder. Little spasms went through her. She started bucking her hips back and forth, back and forth.
I moved forward a step and pressed her against the wall. I drove back and forth inside of her and kissed her mouth. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I bit it, drawing blood.
I wanted to slow down so it would last a little longer but my body wouldn't agree. My thrusts became more urgent. They became harder, faster. Chelsea started to shudder and it set me off. I came in her pussy, not much cum but still I came. We stopped moving and she lowered herself down.
"I've got to leave you here and find that body. I'm going to go down to the channel and have it dredged. Don't answer the phone or the door and don't leave."
I got out of the shower and toweled down. I left the bathroom for some fresh clothes as I thought about the chances of finding what I sought.

|...I am the Lord of Doom, know this and Despair...| Frank T. Gilson | |##################################################|Guaranteed Nice Guy| |"I'm so laid back I'm right outta the picture" |Unfortunately Dull|

Article 64063 of alt.sex: Path: m2c!crackers!samsung!mips!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!swrinde!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!ucla-cs!ucivax!orion.oac.uci.edu!proclus.ss.uci.edu!frank From: frank@proclus.ss.uci.edu (Frank Gilson) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part IV Keywords: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part IV Message-ID: <2920C71B.3938@orion.oac.uci.edu> Date: 13 Nov 91 06:32:59 GMT Followup-To: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part IV Organization: Legion of Chaos Lines: 230 Nntp-Posting-Host: proclus.ss.uci.edu

Copyright 1991 Nov. 1991 Frank T. Gilson Permission is granted for public (free of charge) distribution. email me (comments, suggestions) at: frank@aris.ss.uci.edu

"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part IV
by Frank T. Gilson

There was nothing but ringing as I listened to the phone. I had told Chelsea not to leave and not to answer the phone or the door. Hopefully she was obeying me and hadn't left the apartment.
Tap. Tap. Tap. A pretty hand was tapping on my car window. I looked its owner over. She was a member of the forensics team working on the body I'd found. I reflected on the possible reasons why Ms. Babylon, our coroner and thus head of the team, generally surrounded herself with pretty, female, employees. I rolled down the window.
"We've rinsed the body and bagged it. We'll take it back to the lab and conduct a complete autopsy. You can expect results within a day."
I smiled at her and thanked her. I needed more information. Why had Eschiatos Abel, a minor politician, been murdered? Had he screwed someone over that he shouldn't have? Starting my car up, I decided to check a source at City Hall.

"We've got whereabouts on Carter Evans, one of the men you wanted. The other, Johnny Smoke, is still whereabouts unknown."
Steering with my knees, I held the phone in one hand and scratched my ear with the other.
"When you move on Evans, let me know. Thanks."
I hung it up and pulled into the City Hall parking facility. City Hall itself was of recent construction. The old building had been weakened by the acid rains and the shifting earth beneath it. I think the damage wasn't too severe, they just wanted an excuse to rebuild. A way to put a shiny facade on the face of city government. The new plastic coated structure would stand as a false, thrilling beauty long after we all died.
My car parked, I walked down, not up, the stairs, heading for the records department. I was glad the person I knew there worked on one of the higher levels.
I hadn't seen Jack in a while and I wondered what his response to my requests would be. I'd saved his life once. After that point, our lives had crossed and parted several times. A year ago I let his then lover seduce me. She had done it for no particular reason. She told Jack about it and left him. She didn't want me. She just wanted an excuse to leave him. I apologized but he needed to cool off.
I stopped at the second level and opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?"
I had walked up to the counter. Jack had turned around and recognized me.
"Your not still sore about Angie, are you? I need information."
He wasn't scowling or visibly angry so I smiled and put out my hand. He shook it and smiled back.
"Not any more. I was pissed about it, especially because she couldn't come up to me and dump me, she had to bring you into it."
I shrugged my shoulders and leaned against the countertop. I looked around to confirm that no one would hear what I said.
"I've got a case. We scooped a body up out of one of the channels in the city. It belonged to Eschiatos Abel. Shouldn't be too long before this hits the media."
His eyes widened with the name. I could tell he recognized it, maybe he would be able to help.
"Abel is, woops, was ward boss for Ward Fifteen. I remember allegations that he was skimming the funds budgeted for his ward. If there was an investigation of that, wouldn't you be able to get the files?"
I hadn't thought about that. Why hadn't I? I'd been too caught up in Chelsea; in sex. I took my phone out of my trenchcoat and dialed our agency's records division. I put in a data request for anything concerning such an investigation.
"Jack, there may have been no investigation. Also, there are sure to be things that got missed. I want to know what property Abel owned. I want to know about any private business partners. Anything that could help to build a picture of him would help."
He brought a hand up to his face and tugged an earlobe.
"I'll work on it for you. It might take a couple of days to get anything real. Do you want me to send it to you?"
I thought about it. I decided to be paranoid.
"No, call me at my apartment when you have something. I'll come here again."
I made a mental note to get an answering machine. A lot of people now were using computerized answering services, but that would mean all your messages could potentially be accessed by third parties.
I thanked Jack and left. When I got to my car my phone beeped.
"We're ready to bag Carter Evans. He's in a run down apartment in the slums; corner of Jackson and Abrams."
I thought about where that was in relation to my current position. It wouldn't take more than twenty minutes to get there.
"Move in carefully. I'll be right there."

When I arrived there were several agency cars at the scene. As I drove up and parked they brought him out of the building. He was short but thick. Bald, wearing earrings and a skull tatoo, he would've scared the fuzz off a peach. I got out of my car.
"Take him to interrogation. I'll follow you and handle it."
Evans was put in the back of one of the cars. I got back in mine and followed. It was thirty minutes, back to city hall and past it, before we arrived at the federal building.
We marched him inside and down a couple levels. I was getting ready to enjoy myself. Unlike old detective novels, modern interrogation doesn't consist of darkened rooms and bright lamps. Basically we scare the shit out of a subject and they start talking.
All of the interrogation rooms were vacant. I picked one at random and I, Evans, and the two agents handling him entered.
The rooms are basically square, but with rounded corners. A low, narrow bench runs across the floor. It doesn't have a back, just a raised bar that a subject can be cuffed to, which is what we did with Evans. The walls and the bench are constructed of translucent, seamless, panels. Just below the surface of each panel, thousands of fiber optic strands end. Anything we can come up with visually can be projected. Through carefully disguised vents, odors can be introduced. The temperature is variable.
I patted him on the head and looked at his tatoo. It was all in black; a leering face. It covered most of the top of his head.
"That's a nice piece of work, Evans. But getting to the point, you've been informed that you were picked up for the murder of Eschiatos Abel. You can avoid a lot of trouble if you start talking."
He laughed. He actually laughed.
"I didn't kill him. Neither did Smoke. Johnny and I got hired to dump the body somewhere. I'm tellin' you this 'cause I got nothing to lose. The bitch that hired us killed Johnny and tried to get me. Last I knew, she was staying at The Roman."
I was disappointed. Now I wouldn't get to use the room on him. I had him uncuffed. He stood up.
"What's her name, Carter. What part does she play?"
He grinned. Selling her out was foremost in his mind.
"Dana Maris, that's her name. I figure she probably offed Abel. His body was on the floor of her bedroom. She didn't say anything 'bout what she was doing. Just wanted the body dumped."
It was late. The Roman was a hotel on the other side of the city. If she knew we'd picked up Evans she'd already be gone. I decided to wait until morning to confront her. After Evans was led out I leaned against the wall to think. The door shut with a click.
"What the fuck?"
I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. Every wall, the floor, and the ceiling splashed into color. Gyrating test patterns gave way to fractal images. I was getting nauseous. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead. I had to feel for the bench and sit down. The displays flicked off as suddenly as they had on and the door opened. Ms. Babylon stood there, grinning.
"I did not like the way you were looking at me earlier today, agent. You needed to be taught a lesson. Tomorrow you may approach me concerning the autopsy report on the Abel corpse."
With that she turned around and walked away. What was wrong with her? I wasn't going to tolerate that. She hadn't asked first.
I was tired and pissed off. Wiping my brow I left the room, signed out of the building, and drove home.

I turned the key in the lock of my apartment door. Some part of me dreaded it. That part knew I was losing some of my inner control; losing it to Chelsea.
The door opened. I walked in. She was asleep on the couch. She was completely naked. The sight of her flesh against the black leather of the couch was too much. I walked over to my bedroom and went in.
I opened the lower drawer of my dresser. Digging under some old shirts I found them. The silk ties I hadn't used for so long beckoned to me; black silk, so strong. In a daze I went out into the living room and over to the couch.
I dropped my trenchcoat and suit jacket to the floor. The pieces of silk went into a pants pocket. I put a hand on her belly and another on her cheek. I slapped her.
"Wha... Owwwww... What was that for?"
She was awake. I put a finger on her mouth, silencing her. I moved around to the front of the couch, lifted her legs, and sat down under her. I turned her over. I used the silk to tie her ankles to one side of the couch, her wrists, arms extended, to the other.
"You've been a good girl, Chelsea. Good girls deserve spankings. You want a spanking, don't you?"
She gasped and struggled. What did she think I wanted to do? I don't have a fixation about tying naked girls over me on the couch as a method of ideal T.V. viewing.
"Don't you hurt me! Dammit, untie me! Fuck You!"
I sighed. I rested a hand on her bare ass. My other hand I used to start working on her breasts, twisting and pinching a nipple, then switching to the other. I lightly patted her ass, then moved that hand underneath to work on her pussy. Her struggles lessened, stopped, and moaning began.
My fingers rubbed her clit. They slipped lower and entered her, stroking within her. Then, I quickly pulled that hand away and smacked her ass, hard. She yelped. The hand working on her breasts kept at it, twisting and pinching. I brought my right hand up again and then down again. Smack! Yelp!
"Owww... Stop it... Please..."
I stopped. She didn't want it. Damn, damn, damn. I needed to hurt her.
"Please trust me, Chelsea. Please. We've made love. Trust me enough to do this? Please?"
She turned her head as much as she could. She had a frightened look on her face. A tear left her eye and fell to the couch.
"I'll try... I... I don't understand you like this."
I resolved to give her pleasure with the pain. My right hand moved under her to work again on her cunt. My left gently started to pat her ass. Soon, fingers sliding in and out of her wetness, I turned the patting into spanking. She was shaking. She sobbed and began crying.
"Owwww... Owwww... I... Ohhhh... it hurts..."
She wasn't asking me to stop. She was taking it. I rubbed her clit as I increased the frequency of spanking. She was soaking my pant leg and the couch. She pulled against the ties and arched her back and with a strangled cry she came.
I stopped and untied her, leaving her on the couch as I went to bed. Her sobs, slowly stopping, eased me into sleep.

|...I am the Lord of Doom, know this and Despair...| Frank T. Gilson | |##################################################|Guaranteed Nice Guy| |"I'm so laid back I'm right outta the picture" |Unfortunately Dull|

Article 64062 of alt.sex: Path: m2c!crackers!samsung!mips!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!swrinde!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!ucla-cs!ucivax!orion.oac.uci.edu!proclus.ss.uci.edu!frank From: frank@proclus.ss.uci.edu (Frank Gilson) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part V Keywords: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part V Message-ID: <2920C7C9.4024@orion.oac.uci.edu> Date: 13 Nov 91 06:35:53 GMT Followup-To: NEW STORY: Alas, Eschiatos Part V Organization: Legion of Chaos Lines: 219 Nntp-Posting-Host: proclus.ss.uci.edu

The following part of this story has been previously posted under the title "Acid Rain". It, and the kind comments received concerning it gave me the incentive to expand the story. Check how it fits in and let me know.

Copyright Nov. 1991 Frank T. Gilson Permission is granted for public (free of charge) distribution. email me (comments, suggestions) at: frank@aris.ss.uci.edu

"Alas, Eschiatos"
Part V
by Frank T. Gilson

I pulled up to the curb and switched off my car, just as it started to rain. I'd listened to the morning news so I had made sure to put on my environment suit before leaving the Federal Building. As the auto-valet pulled my car into the hotel's car storage area, I climbed the short flight of stairs.
The annoying, but necessary rinse off over, I removed the suit and went over to the check-in desk.
"Clean skies to you, sir. How may I assist you?"
The clerk attempted to hide a cough behind a gloved hand as I looked him over. I flashed him my ID and badge.
"I need to know what room Dana Maris is staying in and whether or not she has received any calls or messages since yesterday afternoon."
As the clerk called up the relevant data on his terminal, I checked the screen's reflection in the polished marble wall behind him. I was unsure whether she was still in her room.
"She's in room 4005. No messages since yesterday, but she did receive one phone call at nine P.M. last night."
He had neglected to add that the call lasted only 30 seconds or that she had made three calls of approximately 45 seconds each immediately afterwards. The 'client present' flag was blinking, so unless Dana had unusual pull with the hotel, she should be up there.
"Thanks. I'm now going to go up to her room. Don't signal her or you will be in violation of federal law. Don't call anyone she may have told you to."
The clerk looked nervous and coughed again. I gave him that stern, commanding look they tell you to use. It never works so I slipped him 50 dollars.
The elevator had an attendant, in keeping with the expensive room rates. I told him to take me to the 40th floor. The hum of the elevator was almost inaudible and it accelerated and decelerated smoothly. The doors slid open and I left to find room 5.
After a foyer of the same marble as the lobby desk, a long hall with nine doors stretched out before me. With four doors to either side, any reasonable numbering sequence would put hers at the end. One sane numbering sequence later, I was facing her door. I knocked, not using the palm plate signal. I didn't want her to know who it was, yet.
I could almost imagine the click of her heels as she walked towards the door. I could almost smell whatever perfume she would be wearing. I unfortunately was not prepared for the door to snap open and a taser to be jabbed in my gut. Brief flashes of black stiletto heels and an expensive Chanel perfume stabbed into my mind as I collapsed to the floor. My head hit the doorframe, my consciousness left with my breakfast.

A swirl of pain and blurred vision greeted my return to to the waking world. I could taste vomit, and blood from a split, swollen lip. It felt as though I was on a soft surface, like a bed. My wrists and ankles testified that I was tied down. As the visual details of my surroundings sorted themselves out, my conjectures about ties and a bed proved true. Since the decor matched the hotel's, I surmised the bedroom to be the one in room 4005. I couldn't have been out longer than about 30 minutes, judging from the state of the cut on my lip.
"Ms. Maris, I assume you are still here. I must inform you that assaulting a federal agent is punishable by imprisonment and forced reeducation."
She walked in from the living room, a smile on her face, a glass of wine in her hand.
"You aren't in a position to arrest me. My previous crimes, which I assume brought you here, outweigh this little one. I'm afraid I would be in for more than reeducation."
She wore a tight, leather dress. It ended quite a bit above the knee. Her color appeared to be black, from hair to eyes, from dress to stockings to heels. That damn Chanel scent only helped to drive home her beauty.
"Then I assume you intend to leave me here and make good your escape?"
She laughed. I hate that. It means they've got something they want to do to you. She walked around the bed, to the left side, and brushed some of my hair from my forehead with her hand.
"Isn't that a nasty bump you have? I hope you don't mind the pain. I enjoyed using the taser on you. In answer to your question, I intend to enjoy myself. I intend to enjoy you."
On the bedside table I could see my gun in its holster. She opened one of the drawers and removed one of those new plasti-knives. They can score steel plate. They cut flesh like butter. Dana then proceeded to cut my clothing from my body. What she intended to do finally percolated through my pain fogged mind.
"Rape? Are you trying to compensate for an oppressive father? failed relationships?" The sarcasm evoked a frown from her. "But tell me one thing. Will you kill me afterwards?"
"Psychoanalyzing me won't work, Mr. Federal Agent Man. I may kill you, or I may not. If it feels very, very good, I could let you live."
Testing my bonds, I felt that the left bedpost, securing my left wrist, was somewhat loose. Dana had finished cutting the clothes from me. She stood up and unzipped her leather dress, letting it fall to the floor. It was tough not to get a raging hard on at the sight of her nearly naked body. Taut, toned muscle revealed itself, dispelling any mystery of how she had carried me to the bed. She wasn't wearing a bra, or panties. Just a garter belt to hold up her stockings. As she reached down to unhook one, I spoke, figuring I should play along.
"Don't. I'll like it better if you leave them on. Please?"
She gave me a suspicious look, but left the stockings on. The bed was long enough for her to kneel between my legs. She lowered her head to my cock, her hair cascading about my thighs and stomach. Taking the head of me into her mouth, she caressed it with her tongue. Any thought of holding back, any attempt at resistance, melted away. A stone cold corpse's limp prick would have stood at attention for her.
Satisfied at my reaction and my hardness, she left the bed to return to the table. Out of that same drawer came a little jar of lubricant. I was confused, surely -she- could get wet enough. Dana got back on the bed, straddling my thighs. She applied a thick coat of the lube to my cock. Then, one hand behind her aiming me, the other supporting her weight, she took me into her ass. She just sat right down and took the length of me inside her with one stroke. To my surprise, my erection didn't shrink. If it could have gotten harder, it would have.
Bringing the hand she'd used to aim me around to her front, she plunged a finger into her pussy. Then two fingers, then three. Her thumb buzzed her clit like an angry insect. She slid up, then down, up, then down, her short strokes insuring I didn't fall out. Driven by what I was feeling, by the warm, soft walls of her ass around my cock, I began to thrust up to meet her, to move away when she did. Retaining something of my rational self, I also began to pull at my bonds in time to our movements.
Her motion got faster. Her lips pulled back from clenched teeth. She shuddered, eyes fluttering, and threw herself forward, nails raking my chest, and bit my split lip, tasting my blood.
"Don't worry dear, don't worry. Ohhhh, we're almost finished, almost."
I'd slipped out of her, but she didn't seem to care. Her concern was wholly for her own pleasure, not mine. She was stealing it from me, bit by bit. She knealt over my abdomen, on leg to either side, and slid a finger up her ass. She pinched one of my nipples with her other hand and rubbed her pussy against me. She stopped and looked me in the eyes.
"Are you a good little pussy eater? Hmmmmm? Maybe if you eat me real good you can live."
I didn't feel much like eating pussy, with the remains of vomited breakfast and blood still in my mouth, but I resolved to eat her like no one had before. She moved, on her knees, towards my mouth. She took the bed's headboard in both hands, and kneeling in front of my tied-back arms, pushed her pussy into my face. The salty-sweet wetness of her stung my wound. I took one of her pussy lips between my teeth, gently nipping her. She convulsed and she moaned. My tongue took on a life of its own, tasting her, licking her. I went as deep in her as I could, licking, using my lips on hers. Her hips bucked against my face and her juices flowed freely down my chin, dripping onto my chest.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh, Yes, yes yes yes. So good."
My tongue left, for the moment, the depths of her, to move its attentions to her clit. At that change of targets, her hands moved from headboard to head, fingers entwining in my hair. I licked her clit, I sucked it, I nibbled it. I flattened my upper lip against my teeth and rubbed that clit as I again tongued her insides. Almost a river of cum poured out of her. She shuddered, back arched, eyes closed.
"I've, I've really never.. Ohhh.. never had it.. Mmmm.. quite so good."
Dana got up and moved back down between my legs.
"My, my, the federal agent's penis is still hard. I can't let that condition continue."
She again straddled me, but this time a little farther back than before. She rose up over me, and with one hand guided herself onto me. Slowly she took me into her pussy, torturously inching herself down, until finally, I was hilted inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhh. You've been in my mouth... in my ass... I'll bet this is better. Yessss."
And it was better. It was like her pussy was made to fit me. Her ass had been tight, her pussy wasn't, but it wasn't loose either. She continued in long, slow strokes, absentmindedly playing with her clit and one breast. I felt a pressure building within me. My breathing quickened, I pushed up to meet her downstrokes. She sensed I was going to cum and slowed.
"Not yet, Mmmmmmm... I, I... Ohhhhhhh! I'm not ready.. not yet..."
Even over my orgasm she maintained control, not letting me cum until she was finished. She leaned forward, over me, and while continuing to work her clit with one hand, used the other to pinch and twist my nipples and scratch my chest. She was barely moving on me, using a circular movement of her hips. I pulled on my bonds in time with her motions. I could feel the bedpost my left wrist was tied to weakening, loosening.
"You've been... Oh!... good. Ahhhhh. I.. Oh!.., I have.. I'll have to kill you... Oh!.. anyway, sorry. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her nails ripped furrows in my flesh as her body straightened, back arched, shaking. As I came, flooding her, matching her orgasm with mine, I ripped the left bedpost and thus my arm, free. I threw myself forward, flipping her off me and onto the floor. The gun on the bedside table beckoned. I answered its call. She recovered almost instantly, the plasti-knife in her hand. I brought the gun around to cover her.
"Don't do it, Dana. Your life is still worth something, no matter your crimes."
She hesitated, I'll give her that, but in the end, with animal fury, she flung herself at me. I fired the gun into her, I fired again. Her arm, outstretched with knife in hand, hit me first, the knife opening a shallow gash from belly to shoulder. She wasn't moving, just laying on top of me, not breathing. As our blood mixed, I lost consciousness again.

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