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From: an96410@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 4 Jun 1994 03:48:55 UTC
Subject: Ten Share

			      Ten Share
				  by
			     R. J. Moore

	In his office the news editor of KYDK TV was ranting.

	"Listen folks, we lost a half a point to our competitors last
week. They got some really juicy shots at that fire down at the
hotel."

	"Look at this." He took a video tape out of his desk and
shoved into the VCR in his office. The image came up on the big
screen. Scene was that of a bunch of fire engines in the the street.
Camera pans up and we see a large building. Smoke and flames pour
from the upper floors. Camera focus on reporter.

	"This is Roger Smith reporting. The firemen tell me pretty
much everybody is out of the hotel, but there may be people trapped on
the top tenth floor since it began on the ninth. It's supposed a few
people are left in the building."

	He turns away for a second. Sounds off screen.

	"We are going to move to the south side of the building where
something is going on."

	Next scene is of the camera panning up the side of the
building.

	About five floors up is a woman on a ledge. She is a handsome
mature woman with an angular face and long hair She looks down at the
crowd her face filled with fear. A sophisticated professional woman
wearing a business suit with a tan suit, jacket, white shirt, tie and
long wide skirt.

	The ledge is so narrow the toes of her high heels stick over
the ledge, she presses her back, arms and hands flat against the wall
of the building. There is a strong updraft of warm air from the fire
which dithers the hem of her straight skirt.

	Soon the skirt takes to whipping about her shapely knees. A
sigh of lascivious anticipation escapes the crowd watching below.
Slowly, but enviably the turbulent hot air works the hems of the skirt
and a frothy slip higher and higher. In her distress she is oblivious
to the leg show.

	The skirt and slip cluster way above her waist, caught above
her lingerie. From the camera angle below there is a clear view from
her ankles to a garter belt peeking above a pair of thin white bikini
panties. Her beautifully toned legs flash in the harsh light from
below. Light glancing off the buckles on garter straps that cross an
expanse of bare thigh before disappearing under her panties. She is a
lovely picture of full fashion hosiery, high heels lingerie and
frightful distress.

	"Look at that," the editor says. "Ever since the FCC finally
let us get nudity into the news those guys at the other station have
been beating our butts. This is only leg show, but it's a beautiful
lady."

	"I love the thin high hipped tight panties ... hmm
translucent too, can just see a patch of strawberry blond pubic hair,"
says Laurie. "And with that conservative business suit she is
wearing... nice contrast." The editor looks at her and smiles.

	The camera zooms on the woman. High cheekbones and beautiful
brown eyes, her face is a mask of terror.

	There is an intercut of the crowd looking up, a kind of
salacious cheer goes up. The crowd is caught up in the mix of
distress and eroticism.

	There is the sound of a muffled explosion. The building
rocks. The lady is pitched forward. Losing her balance, she falls.

	The camera follows her in slow motion. "Those dogs," whispers
the manager.

	The doomed woman is a symphony of risque tragedy. Swirling
skirt and slip, way over the top of her panties and garter belt.
Stocking covered legs churning the air. Smooth naked inner thigh to
perfect calf rippling air, an airborne doomed dancer.

	The woman hits a brick planter at the bottom of the building.
It catches her right in the small of her back. The impact kills her.

	The camera cuts from the dead woman to the crowd ogling her
dead body then back to the woman. She is arched on the brick planter,
her skirt and slip twisted in a bandana under her armpits. Shapely
legs, lacy garter belt and tight white panties fully on display. Her
eyes are open in a death stare, a small trickle of blood flows out the
side of her mouth.

	The manager switches off the video. "Such a handsome
sophisticated lady ... giving us a great look at her legs ... and
more! Sex and Death mixed together, thats what we need for the news at
this station."

	"Clear out of here and get some good stuff."

	The group of reporters in the room file out of the room.

	"Laurie Miller," the editor called, "just a minute."

	The youngest reporter at the station came back in the room.
He looked at her. Twenty five years old with her blond hair cut
short. She was tall with long slender legs. She cut a great figure
in her white business suit. Her high heels almost made her over six
feet tall. She had an exquisite angular face and deep blue eyes.

	"Listen, I just wanted to say you did a great job on that
out-of-control car that ran down that girls drill team at the parade."

	"Thanks Mr. Hinson." She had the refined voice of an upper
class family that matched her fancy journalism degree.

	"Sorry we had to pull your cameraman but he was needed
elsewhere. We will get you another one soon."

	She gave him a cold stare. He admired a ruthless glint in her
eyes. She should be a good one he thought.

	She left the room.

	Laurie made her way back to her office.

	A technician was there just finishing up work on her computer.
"That word processor you ordered finally came in ," he said," just
installed it on your hard disk."

	"Well it took you assholes long enough," she fired back.

	The guy looked irritated but did not say anything. He left.
George, her office mate was used to her snotty treatment of people so
did not mention her ill posed thanks. "How was the meeting?"

	"That jerk editor still has not got me a another camera man."
She was fuming, "I know I could beat the pants off these son of
bitches around here if they gave me a chance."

	George did not say anything, he thought she was a bitch but
did not want to antagonize her. Anyway he liked having a beautiful
woman as an office mate. She sat down at her machine and began
pounding away at the keyboard, with more force than was needed. She
brought up the word processor software and started on some copy for
the evening news. After a few paragraphs she got irritated with what
she was writing. She erased it. Then out of the blue she typed in, I
WOULD SELL MY SOUL FOR A CAMERAMAN.

	There was a beep and message came on the screen.

	THAT CAN BE ARRANGED. ANSWER THE QUESTIONNAIRE.

	What the fuck!, she thought. That tech must have left some
novelty program running in the background. Well... what the hell,
she was ready for some amusement. She keyed in the answers to the
question. Nothing special, physical description and social security
number. She hit return. Nothing. No funny pictures or tune. Screen
went blank.

	She picked up the phone and called the tech area. "Listen,
fuckhead get up here and take your stupid program off this machine."
She slammed down the phone.

	George looked at her. She frowned.

	"Claimed he put nothing there, the wimp."

	Phone rang again. She picked it up. "That right," she
exclaimed.

	"Bout time I got another one. Be right down."

	"How about that George, got a bank robbery to cover and they
got me a new camera man."

	He looked after her as she briskly left the room. She looked
at the guy at the landing where the equipment truck was. He was new.
A swarthy slim guy with lizard eyes. His hair was jet black and
slicked back and he wore a black leather jacket. To Laurie he looked
European.

	"Never seen you before."

	"Yeah, well this is my first day." He spoke with a slight lisp
and in the background a very strange unidentifiable accent. Somehow
to Laurie he looked like he had a lot of experience.

	Laurie climbed into the right seat of the truck. "Let's get
our asses over there. What's your name."

	"Hertibise, but just call me Hertie."

	They started up. She looked out the window. Weird, she
thought.

	The bank was not far away but it was already cordonned off.
The officer in charge was unimpressed with Laurie's press credentials.
She made it worse by abusing him verbally. Hertie called the cop
aside and said something to him.

	"We can go up front ," he said. She gave Hertie a puzzled
look, started to complain that she could do her own asking, but took
off without saying anything. They stationed themselves behind the
police car parked in front of the bank. This is a great position
Laurie thought.

	A police captain there seemed friendly enough.

	"They have hostages and have asked for a helicopter to land in
the parking lot over there. They will be coming out soon."

	He motioned with his walky talky.

	"But you see they have this long wide steep flight of stairs
negotiate."

	He nodded to the roof of the building across the street. "The
sharpshooters will be able to pick off the robbers at the top of the
stairs, there are only two of them."

	Laurie looked around her. A crowd had gathered back behind
them were the police were trying to keep them back. She thought, this
had better amount to something.

	Everything up to now had been a blur. She finally noticed
where she was. Damn, it's my bank she thought, ...well what the hell.

	Something was happening.

	The big door to the bank opened and four figures emerged.
Above they walked across an expanse to the top of the stairs. At the
sight a lascivious sigh went up from the crowd.

	In front were two women and behind them two men in dark
clothes and ski masks.

	Laurie had to smile at the crowd reaction. These guys were
trying to punch up the surprise she thought.

	The ladies were almost nude.

	She recognized both of them. One was a vice president of the
bank and the other was a loan officer. She always admired vice
president Helen Longly because at 41 she still looked like she was
thirty. She might have a few wrinkles around the eyes but she had a
great figure which she now displayed. She was only wearing a half
corset, gartered beige hosiery, and high heels. No panties but a
beautiful head of coiffured auburn hair. The top of the corset was
pushed down so her firm breasts were exposed to the cold air.

	The other lady was a senior loan officer, she recognized her
too. Carol Rippy. She was in her late twenties. A tall brunette
with magnificent green eyes high cheekbones and flawless skin which
was amply displayed now since all she was wearing was white garter
belt, full fashion hosiery, a pair of high heeled pumps , her watch, a
silver necklace and matching earrings. Obviously, Laurie thought, the
guys were trying to shock the SWAT team. Make em hesitate. Buy some
time while they ogled nearly naked women wearing exquisite coiffeurs
and little else .

	The guy with Carol walked behind her holding her close, an arm
around her waist and a wicked looking hunting knife at her throat.
Carol too shivered in the cool air, her beautifully proportioned
breast shook a little, red nipples standing hard.

	Helen walked a little funny, kind of stiff legged, muscles
rippling along an expanse of long thigh. Now Laurie could see why.
The guy behind her had the long barrel of a small caliber revolver
jammed up her ass. It made walking awkward and painful. They made
slow progress across the expanse from the top of the stairs to the
first step. Laurie was loving it, all that great looking lady flesh
exposed for the crowed, who were aghast at the nudity and humiliation.
She wondered if the robbers had a hard-ons from being that close to
attractive naked women.

	The thieves ploy did not work. Right as they were stepping
from the top step shots rang out from the roof of the building across
the street. The sharpshooters were good, the guy with Helen caught a
bullet right in the head. But it did not freeze his nerve endings
because as death gripped him there was a muffled pop. Helen stood up
on her tiptoes, a mass of painful well toned musculature. Her face a
mask of surprise and pain. The bullet from the robber's gun did not
emerge but cut a swathe from asshole to the top of her lungs lodging
high up inside her.

	The guy with Carol took a short step back as he was hit. A
marksman took this chance to put another round into him. This was a
mistake. The bullet struck the guy in the shoulder spinning him 360
degrees. Quite by chance the knife held in his death grip was driven
with great force right under Carol's shapely left breast, into her
heart. Helen was clutching at her breasts and looking as if trying to
breathe. Her jaw was set in grimace, eyes filled with distress. A
small drool of blood escaped the corner of her mouth. Carol was
holding the hilt of the knife between her hands, her teeth clinched in
anguish, her eyes wide in disbelief.

	Almost simultaneously the two nearly naked women pitched head
forward and started to roll down the stairs. They fell into each
other and now were a tangle of jiggling breasts and long legs, high
heels and lingerie. They came to a rest right in front of where Laurie
was standing just behind the police tape line. Helen laying face up
parallel to the bottom step. Carol, her head on Helen's stomach, her
legs turned up the steps, her high heels resting on several stairs up.

	Carol was already staring in death. But Helen was sustaining
small expiration convulsions . As she died her face was turned
towards Laurie, her exquisite brown eyes becoming fixed in death.

	This is great! thought Laurie, it was that mix of sex and
violence she knew would get her a big share tonight. She looked at
Herti. She hoped he had gotten all with good angles.

	Back at the station they fixed up the action. They slowed
down the murder of the two lovely ladies so an audience would get a
good essay of their death paroxysms and fall down the steeps.

	They ran an ad for a line of full fashion hosiery right after
the news spot. The advertiser was pleased.

	That night the late news got an 8 share, the first it had ever
gotten. The news editor was pleased.

	The next day in her office Laurie got a call. A sexy
contralto on the other end of the line said, "This is Dr. Rose Hogan
of BIOMARS; if you would like an exclusive story, meet me here a 8 pm
tonight. I can't tell you anything more over the phone."

	Before Laurie could say anything there was a click. Laurie
was intrigued, BIOMARS, that was that biological warfare corporation
outside of town. Hmm maybe something she thought. She called Hertie
and they picked up a truck. Drove about an hour out of town. BIOMARS
was a large modern building on the top of hill. The pretty security
guard at the front door had to call Dr. Hogan, but they were given
badges and waved on in.

	They met Dr. Hogan in here office. She was a woman of about
30 with pale blue eyes and reddish blonde hair. She had exquisite
patrician features. Her horn rimmed glasses only seemed to enhance
her beauty. She spoke in an educated voice and had an almost military
bearing. Laurie noticed that Rose had a great figure, all in all an
exquisite woman.

	"Call me Rose ," she wore an open white lab coat over her
white blouse, sweater sweater vest, and straight plaid skirt. "Let's
go to the lab."

	They walked down long hallways past empty offices. "Nobody
but us and the guards here right now," she observed.

	They passed through what seemed to be an airlock, a huge
hinged door that Rose carefully closed and locked. They were in a
high bay area with some consoles and lab benches. Off in the far
corner on the room was what appeared to be a large cylindrical water
tank about 30 feet tall.

	"Since there is no surveillance equipment in here we cannot be
seen or heard," she said to them.

	Laurie was looking around impressed with the equipment.

	"It's just one of our projects here," said Rose.

	"Ever heard of Joseph Mengele?"

	Laurie looked at her," Wasn't he the Angel of Death at the
Nazi Death Camps during world war two?"

	"Thats right, well ... we have something of his here. Come I
will show you."

	She guided them over to the massive water tank at the end of
the room. As they walked around the cylinder they found out that it
was half window on the side away from the door. Transparent from the
floor to the top of the tank. Inside it looked like a giant aquarium.
There were various water fauna and the bottom was like that of a mud
lake.

	As Laurie peered closer she noticed strange forms in the
water. "What the hell are those ," she said.

	"Supposed to have been biological killing machines for the
Nazi navy."

	Rose rapped on the thick window. A creature stirred. It was
about 3 feet long, squat, humanoid but with large scales covering the
body. It had a small round head with a circular mouth that showed
needle-like teeth. It had what Laurie though of as a frog-fish head.
The body was squat and powerful looking. The hands and feet were
webbed and had sharp needle like claws on them. Laurie thought they
kind of looked like compact versions of a monster she had seen in an
old black and white horror movie, The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Except that each had external male genitals which looked like someone
nightmare vision of a dildo.

	"After Mengele escaped," Rose continued, "he went to Paraguay
were he founded a small town in the jungle and along with a crew of
former Nazi scientists continued genetic research. These creatures
you see here are actually children from the Nazi death camp."

	Laurie was disbelieving. "Look they would have to be sixty or
so years old and anyway they don't look human."

	"We don't know how he did it but he somehow took about 20
children to Paraguay and biologically altered them. When they grew
into adults this is what resulted. The records show he and his fellow
researchers had been working with strange drugs derived from fresh
water amphibians, beyond that we don't know what was done."

	Laurie looked into the tank. "They all seem to be stirring."

	"Yes, they are interested in you and me but not him," Rose
motioned to Hertie.

	"Mengele was also experimenting with chemicals derived from
body fluids of the most vicious sex criminals they could find.
Feeling that they could create a more fierce killing being."

	"Mengele succeeded, except that these monsters are only
interested in killing women, well, men too if they stood in their way,
which limited half their effectiveness as instruments of warfare. It
even caused the downfall of his installation at the lake

	"Some catastrophe happened there in about 1960 and these
creatures wiped out the place."

	"Anyway, the DOD found out about the incident and had us
recover these creatures which were still living in the lake. Thought
they might be of use for maybe naval warfare."

	Laurie regarded Rose, "So why are you telling us this?"

	Anger flashed in Rose's handsome blue eyes, "the assholes have
closed the project. I have had a long fight with them and now I'm
going to bust this whole thing wide open."

	"You want to expose their hypocrisy in dealing with all this
NAZI stuff?"

	"Fuck that," Rose bit off, "I just want to screw them."

	Laurie smiled, she liked that.

	Laurie looked into the tank. "Well, ok. Wish we could get
them to moving around a little more, they just sit there staring at
us."

	"O, you want to see something, come here." She led Laurie to
the ladder that ran to the top of the tank. We go up, you stay here,"
she motioned to Hertie," get better pictures and they are not
interested in you anyway."

	"Follow me." Rose mounted the ladder, climbing was not easy in
her high heels but she made her way.

	Laurie began to climb to. She looked down, Hertie was at the
bottom of the ladder taking video straight up. She looked up. She
was glad Rose's suit skirt was a full one because in the bright lights
of she could see right up her dress. The hem of her skirt and wide
nylon slip flared out. Rose wore tautly gartered light tan hosiery
and a tight pair of thin white panties. She had a good-looking pair
of legs . Hertie was getting it all down on video.

	That was not all Hertie was getting. Laurie wore a business
suit too with a wide skirt too and she was giving him a grand view of
her athletic legs. Except that her garter belt and bone white hosiery
she was showing off plenty since she wore no underwear. She took the
rungs slowly to show off the thatch of straw colored pubic hair and
her cute tight pussy. Well, maybe, she thought, edit it out later.

	A catwalk ran around the top. The spacing in the grill was
close enough that the high heels of the ladies did not get caught, but
for the beasts below it was a grand leg show.

	"They are getting agitated now," Rose said.

	"I am not sure I like those freaks looking up my dress."

	Rose ignored her. "Come over here by the drop ladder, there
is less railing to obstruct the view." She led the way to an access
platform with a ladder that was retracted out of the water.

	"Look at them now, they are getting erections." Rose peered
down into the water." You should see the sex organs on these things.
They are about a 18 inches long when erect, but the texture is like
hard rubber. They have these indentations on the side which will
activate and things like rose thorns are extruded. We know they do
that during the sex act to engaged and hold the females of their
species. We have some of those too. Keep them separate, the males
don't do violence to them, just human females."

	Hertie counted five of the monsters in the tank. Only three
of them were fully active right now. They darted about their huge
pricks hard and evil looking.

	"Can they live out of the water," Laurie asked.

	"They are amphibians, and they are dangerous in and out of the
water."

	"Look at their little bug eyes," Rose bent down on the
platform to point out the three creatures near the surface," they
would just love to get at us."

	What the fuck!, Laurie thought, time for some excitement.
With a well aimed kick she shoved the woman scientist into the tank.
The water cut off her yelp.

	Rose called for help.

	Laurie just smiled at her.

	The creatures were startled but now from their point of view a
graceful pair of stockinged legs appeared before them. Rose's lab
coat floated behind her and the suit skirt and a white slip floated in
a cloud about her hips.

	She quickly swam to the side of the tank. Laurie was amazed
when she saw the woman lunge up to grasp the bottom run of the
retracted access ladder. At the same time scaley claws clutched after
her. All the creature could catch hold of was the top of Rose's
panties. These ripped right off her legs and over her high heels.

	She started to pull her self up on the ladder but Laurie was
ready. She jabbed a high heel into Rose's slim fingers. She cried
out in pain and fell back into the water.

	This time a strong claw closed on her ankle pulling her down.
Underwater Rose did the best she could to contend with the creatures.
The high heels she wore had a strap across the ankle so she could not
kick them off.

	The three beasts were alive with blood rage. The two others
woke up. One yanked her down by her skirt, she unzipped it and it
pulled away. But she was free for only a second when another caught
her slip, it tore off leaving her nude from the waist down except for
her heels, tan hose and white garter belt. This seemed to excite them
even more. They wrested open her white blouse. A claw reached up and
pulling forward with great force split her bra. The garment was
shoved underneath her breasts. Two fine mounds bobbed into view,
topped by perfect brown nipples, stiff now in the cold water. The
creatures made no attempt to tear away this frayed clothing. She
shook her head her thick hair swishing in the water. Implausibly she
still wore her glasses.

	One of the creature was on her back. Her eyes widened in
panic as his huge male member penetrated her asshole. His dork was so
big it was an effort for him to thrust it into her. Rose's face
contorted in pain. Underwater he rode her dog fashion. Rose was
beginning to loose consciousness. The monster sensing this brought
her to the surface where she could catch her breath.

	Mean little buggers, Laurie observed, they aren't making
Rose's death easy. Laurie liked that.

	Laurie looked over the side to check to see if Hertie was
getting all of this. He was.

	Rose was in agony. Being butt fucked by one of the monsters
was bad enough, but he drove the needles on the side of his obscene
dick into her insides. From behind he grasped her shapely breasts
driving his needle talons into the fair flesh. He sank needle teeth
into the back of her neck griping her hard and pulling her body into a
distortion of agony. The other creatures just watched their big male
organs stiff as steel with sexual excitement.

	She screamed underwater.

	The creature tired of his game. After the forth time he did
not bring her to the surface. Rose began to convulse uncontrollably
her mouth open bubbles rushing upward. The creature screwing her
became excited by her death throes. As she expired in jerks and
spasms he came. Her mouth opened trying to draw a useless breath,
Rose stared in a wide eyed mask of pain and death. A cloud of semen
inscribed her thighs.

	Jeez, Laurie thought, that little guy must have let out a
quart of cum.

	Active now, the two remaining creatures joined their friends.
They played with Rose's dead body tossing it like a toy between
themselves. Two of the monsters swam to the surface to watch Laurie,
longingly looking up her dress. Laurie felt a kind of dangerous
libidinous excitement.

	Below Hertie had stopped taping, he was looking at a switch on
the side of the tank. He looked up a Laurie and smiled, then hit the
switch. The retractable ladder dropped into the tank.

	Laurie looked down at him, "Hertie you son of bitch."

	Scaley obscene beings began to scramble up the ladder.

	Laurie got quickly on the outside ladder and shimmied down.
She ignored Hertie and made for the door. She noticed now that the
massive thing did not have a handle on it and she remembered Rose had
put the keys in the pocket of her lab coat. Shit, she thought, those
were at the bottom of the tank now.

	She turned around. The creatures were lumbering across the
floor their big dicks straight out front their bodies in anticipation
of mayhem. She ran around the consoles. She beaned the first of the
little monsters with her sound recorder. This seemed to stun it.

	There was Hertie with his camera taking it all in. "Come on
Hertie, if you don't help me the things are going to kill me." He just
smiled.

	Finally one of the creatures got a good grip on hem of her tan
skirt. She whirled away. The material split with a ripping sound.
Another clutched at her torn slip but she got away.

	They got her in a corner. She fought like a wildcat. She
kicked one in the balls and he went down. Another raked her slip off
leaving bloody streaks on her trim thighs. She grabbed a fire
extinguisher off the wall and punched one of them out with it. But
another catching the bottom of her suit coat jerked that up and over
her head causing her to drop the extinguisher. Another little fiend
took up the extinguisher and with a well aimed shot knocked her cold.
The five freaks moved carefully now to pin her arms and legs down.
While waiting for her to revive they ripped her blouse down the front.
Braless her breasts were impeccable mounds of fair skin. They pinched
flawless nipples between scaly claws reveling in the grimaces on her
dazed refined face as she felt the pain.

	She finally came around. She screamed as they sank talons
into the expanse of bare flesh above her stocking tops. She struggled
with them hurling her body about in a frenzy.

	One of the creatures sat down and motioned to his comrades.
They lifted Laurie and turned her around and sat her down on the
creature. He guided his big ugly and spiny prick into her pussy.
Laurie screamed in pain. He began to fuck her.

	One of the creatures brought over a wire cable and a metal
bar. While the others held her he fashioned a loop and put it around
Laurie's neck. Slipping the bar into the cable he made a garrote. He
began to strangle her. Very slowly. The creatures watched with
throbbing male members as Laurie struggled twisting her body trying to
free herself. The creature fucking her was pumping her body up and
down on his big dick. It took a long time to kill her. But finally
her trachea broke. The creature unwound the cable and tossed it away,
she would never be able to get air into her lungs again.

	Her mouth opened in an ugly twist, and her tongue, swollen and
puffed, protruded as she tried to suck air into her lungs. Her eyes
were open and stared in terror into the last throes of horror at the
ultimate outrage of death. Her legs kicked a little, her fingers
clawed at her throat as though there were still something there she
could pull away.

	Her eyes glazed and she pitched her breasts in a wild,
uncontrollable effort to get air into her lungs. Her eyes finally
became transfixed in death and her body stilled. The creature
screwing her was enraged with sexual exhilaration. He came so hard
his dick popped out of her cunt and his cum geysered hitting the poor
dead woman underneath the chin. When he finished he let her body drop
with a hard thud to the concrete floor. The creatures dragged her
body back to the tank and put it with Rose's. Both dead women floated
with their tatter clothes waving about them in an erotic striptease of
defeat and death. The little monsters linked arms underwater and made
a creepy muted song as they watched the two dead women drifting in the
tank.

	The three who had not satisfied themselves now moved in for a
feast of necrophilic action. Two of them moved to Laurie's dead body,
while one got his dick between her breasts the penetrated her anus.
They pumped on the dead woman. The other moved to Rose. He guided
his rock hard member into her that frozen scream on the mouth. His
prick was so big the top of scraped against her teeth, he shivered
with joy at the stimulation. He grasped her by the ears and poked the
big dick down her throat. He pumped this way for minutes savoring the
way his balls bounced off the dead woman's chin. Finally he could
feet the explosive surge of his climax and he exploded his jizz
coursing into her mouth. The creamy stuff streamed from the corners
of her mouth. The two with Laurie came at the same time, wisps of
semen drifted all about the tank.

	The creatures rested for about a hour and then came back and
fucked and screwed the dead women again and again until they got tired
and when to sleep.

	Hertie taped as much as he could. Then without much effort he
magically unlocked the heavy security door. He left it open.

	He stopped at the security desk where the pretty little black
haired security guard took his badge. "Laurie will be along shortly,
I will be out in the truck." She accepted his explanation. He looked
at her and wondered what the creatures would do to her when they
finally noticed they could escape their captivity. But he drove on
off.

	In the morning they found the woman guard striped, raped and
dead .. sprawled across the desk at the security post. And the
creatures gone.

	Back in Laurie office the computer tech was finishing with
Laurie's machine. "Say George here is a tape some guy dropped with
the camera pool, he said it was a newstape from Laurie. They said
they have never seen this guy before."

	"Ok, I'll take it. Say did you find out what was wrong with
Laurie's machine?"

	"O, nothing in the hardware. But this software was sold to us
with a computer virus in it. Have you seen Laurie?"

	"Nope, well I'll tell her later, I guess?"

	That night the late news got its ten share.