Message-ID: <7852eli$9804140023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk> Subject: **NEW** Shields 3 - Conclusion (nc? Dildo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35323557.852916375@news.demon.co.uk> Shields 3 - Conclusion (bd, nc? dildo) ******************************************************************** This very short sequel is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to read about young ladies being taken advantage of. This is copyright (c) 1998, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive (which means I'm told about it). This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. My address is Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk. It is highly recommended that you read a previous story called Shields before starting this tale. In fact, if you don't, this story probably won't make sense! You have been warned. ****************************************************************** Admiral Frey stared at his info-tablet disconsolately. The war was progressing badly on all fronts and it was all due, he knew, to the brilliant new shield mechanisms that the Morgons had installed. They had an extremely vital component that they stole from the Federation, which made them virtually immune to whatever weapon the Federation contrived to throw at them. And the name of this component? Pussies! He swivelled his chair and stared out of the space port at the blur of the planets passing by. He steepled his fingers and was lost in deep thought as his adjutant came through on the communicator. "Commander Brett to see you Sir." "Send him in." Snapped the Admiral, maybe there would be some good news from the mission's Senior Science Officer. "Take a seat Commander." He waited until the Commander was seated before continuing, briskly. "What is the progress of the research?" "Encouraging, Sir. The Starfortress Stighunt has been fitted with up-rated copies of the Morgon Mechanism and initial tests have concluded that it is virtually indestructible." "Excellent and how are you managing to ..er.. procure the compound?" "Mainly volunteers Sir." The Admiral's raised eyebrows said it all. In fact the Commander himself had been more than a little surprised that so many women had come forward to be included in the programme. In fact every woman in the battlefleet had volunteered, right up to the most senior Captains. Even after he explained to them that their sole, future, contribution to the conflict would consist of an endless stream of intense and mindless orgasms. In fact their determination seemed to become even more vehement and their bright eyed resolution and fortitude brought a lump to his throat. With comrades such as these they couldn't help but win in the end. "How has it been arranged?" Continued the Admiral, after a moment's deliberation on the bravery and courage of the women. Imagine! They were giving up the glories of battle and all they could look forward to was a succession of squalid orgasms. He never ceased to be amazed at the sacrifices these women could endure to secure the final victory. "Every female in the program has been allocated a battle station, Sir. When the sirens sound they would strap themselves in and the machines would take over. We've arranged for their uniforms to be modified so that they may er uncover their genital area more speedily." "Modified? I don't think I like the sound of that." Concluded the Admiral. "Oh its been very tastefully done Sir. In fact even if you look closely you can't detect the modifications. It does not detract from the majesty of the battledress Sir." The Science Officer explained. "All they have to do is press a discreet button and the monolycra around their crotch disappears leaving them open and available." "Humph!" Grunted the Admiral, disapprovingly. Noting the Admiral's obvious displeasure the Science Officer hurried on. "We are also managing to build up a stock of the compound." "How?" "Many of the women are voluntarily going to the, what we call, 'service stations' and contributing the compound on a daily basis. In fact some of the women are so dedicated to our fight that they, with no pressure from ourselves, willingly submit up to 8 times a day." Said the Science Officer, his voice choking with emotion. "It's a glorious sight Sir, all those women lined up on their collection stools writhing in lust, purely to protect the interests of the rest of us." The Admiral made a mental note to go and see the facilities in action. Purely in the interests of Science, you understand. "But there is a problem Sir." The Admiral sighed. He thought it was going too well. "Problem?" "Yes Sir. We've found that if the woman has er normal sex, with a man Sir - he interjected quickly - then the compound loses its effectiveness." "So?" He took a deep breath. "That means that the men can't er have relations with the women in the programme." "A pity, but we must all make sacrifices." The Admiral said, dismissively. "We'll just have to tell the men that." "Of course Sir. I'm glad you see it that way Sir, because your wife volunteered for the programme this morning." ******************************************************************** The battle of Urtocon IV would go down in he annals of spacelore as the mightiest clash that ever took place in territorial space. The cream of the Morgon Battlefleet, some four thousand vessels in all, met an opposing force of a little over three thousand Federation Vessels. The fight went on for three revolutions of the Urtoconian Sun and resulted in the loss or destruction of a little over half the Morgon Battlefleet. The Federation escaped relatively lightly with the loss of only a few of its unmodified craft. Historians and statisticians concluded, after many years of careful research, that there had been a total of 62 million female orgasms in those few, short, hours. Everybody was equally amazed at the tenacity and steely eyed ruthlessness of the Federation fighting men. For centuries afterwards the arguments were kicked backwards and forwards over whether it was a desire on the part of the men to seek vengeance on the Morgons for their earlier humiliations in the campaign. Or the more prosaic reason that the men wanted to get the fight over with so they could get their rocks off. After the passage of time the real reasons get lost in the clouds of mystery. One day a scholar may lead us to the real answer. In the meantime you must draw your own conclusions. *********************************************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |