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Ubiquitous Surveillance
lightray writes: "The New York Times is running an article titled A Cautionary Tale for a New Age of Surveillance which gives an alarming view of America's possible future -- and Britain's present." Excellent article, just excellent. (The author has also written a good book on privacy recently.) "And rather than thwarting serious crime, the cameras are being used to enforce social conformity in ways that Americans may prefer to avoid."
Hemos and JonKatz made their way into the lab where the animal experiments were conducted. A cute, fuzzy rabbit had caught their eye...
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab rabbit. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. JonKatz had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now buldging. After slipping off his briefs, JonKatz tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
JonKatz began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of vaseline and baby oil all around the rabbit's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the rabbit's tight asshole. Even though the rabbit was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constanly being emmited. Hemos reached for the chain whip and smacked the rabbit's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the rabbits head drooped over the edge of the table, JonKatz continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
JonKatz's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive rabbit. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. JonKatz worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the rabbit's ass with every thrust of JonKatz's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. JonKatz's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the rabbit's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to JonKatz, the semen had acted as a powerful enemma for the rabbit and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught JonKatz's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at JonKatz's enthusiasm, Hemos dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, JonKatz and Hemos checked on the battered lab rabbit. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor fuctions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Hemos reached for his chain whip, while JonKatz grabbed a pair of rusty hedge clippers (one of the many torture devices carried around for "convenience"). They made their way over to the rabbit. The rabbit was struggling for every last bit of air it could, just gasping and wheezing.
"Awwwww. Poor little thing," Hemos maniacally laughed. He raised his arm and thrust the cold metal whip down, exposing the rabbit's bloody flesh. He kept whacking and whacking at the furry bag of blood. Then, when Hemos stopped to catch his breath, JonKatz stepped over with his rusty hedge clippers. He knelt over the rabbit who was knocking loudly on death's door. JonKatz took a quick glance at the clippers, grinned, and then thrust them deep into the body of the rabbit, obviously hitting many arteries. As the blood squirted into JonKatz's face he moved the clippers around in hopes to find a thick bone to crunch. "Aha! The femur!" he yelled out with excitement. JonKatz wedged the clippers against the bone. He opened them wide......then closed down on them with all his might. The bone could be heard deep inside the rabbit, being mutilated. Death had glazed the bunny's eyes.
The rabbit lay dead, a bloody mess on the floor. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor. Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both JonKatz and Hemos lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital grounds, knowing with confidence that they would strike again, somewhere, soon.
fp.............
can you say 31337? I thought you could.....
that is all.........
Does anybody have some stories about lesbian gymnasts in space? Preferably ones with young (11-15 yrs old) gymnasts
Hemos then stripped out of his Star Fleet uniform
Oops, forgot to change that. s/Star Fleet/Slashdot/;
SUCK
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onto
my
PENIS!
Even if there were small furry things in cages, and larger furry things wandering around.
He examined the black box across from the couch, and pressed the "POWER" button. The box buzzed, and then began displaying pictures. He flipped through the channels for a minute, stopping briefly at one fuzzy channel which appeared to have a pair of floating breasts in the middle of the screen. They looked pretty fake to him, however, so he moved on. Eventually, he found a channel that promised him a movie in just two more minutes, and settled back to watch, propping his feet up on a nearby armchair.
Maybe he could learn more about this place by viewing its entertainment. It was possible that the VA Linux could make a base here, if the locals were friendly enough, and what better way to determine that than examining their culture?
Of course, CmdrTaco might be annoyed, but then CmdrTaco generally was when he caught Katz slacking off when they were supposed to be on a mission. CmdrTaco, thought Katz, needs to loosen up. Have some fun. Get laid.
Oh, there was a likely thought. Katz sucked on his ice-pop a little more enthusiastically and watched the box play its movie.
There were some awfully hot guys in this movie, even if he didn't understand what was obviously supposed to be humor.
The ice-pop disappeared and he sucked on the stick, mentally assigning all the guys in the movie to a cuteness spectrum. Halfway through, he realized he'd stuck CmdrTaco on the high end of the spectrum, and sighed.
Stop fantasizing about him, Katz. You can't have him. He stuck his purple tongue out at the screen and slumped lower on the couch. The reporter on the screen kissed the schoolteacher, and Katz felt his cock twitch.
Oh, come on, he told it. There's not even any groping going on! What am I, desperate?
It twitched again, and backed up its claim with an image of CmdrTaco flopped naked on his bunk, teaching his roommates how to play some obscure card game.
Well, that at least wasn't fantasy. CmdrTaco hated drying himself off after water showers, and was always wandering about wet and naked. When asked, he always said "I grew up in Holland, and you want me to remove the water?" That usually ended the discussion, but almost always resulted in one or more of the Slashcrew jerking off in a closet.
CmdrTaco was not only the VA Linux' fair-haired boy, he was one hot piece of ass.
"As if anyone's had a chance to try it," Katz muttered around the stick, rubbing absently at his erection. "Probably saving himself for Bill Gates."
"Who's saving himself for the Bill Gates?"
Katz flung himself off the couch and saluted. "Commander Taco, sir, I didn't hear you--"
"No, you didn't. What do you think you're doing, Katz? This doesn't look like researching for another article."
"I was studying their entertainment, sir, in an attempt--"
CmdrTaco's hand lashed out and caught his wrist. "You were fooling around, Katz. Do you know what we do with people who fool around?"
Katz could hardly breathe. All his nerves seemed to be focused on his wrist, where CmdrTaco was touching him, except for the nerves that were playing scales on his cock.
"We punish them, Katz." He released the older pilot and stepped back. "Strip. Now."
The nerves started playing frantic arpeggios.
Katz bit his lip and took off his flight suit. He stood there in his skivvies, and tried vainly to hide his erection.
"I said strip."
"Oh, come on, Rob, you can't--"
"Now."
Katz took off the skivvies.
"Bend over the chair there."
"What?"
"Bend. Over. The. Chair."
"Why? You going to spank me?"
"That's the idea. You're a very badly behaved young man." CmdrTaco reached out and turned Katz around, then pressed him down to the armchair. Katz stood there, his erection trapped against the back of the chair, his hands gripping the soft arms.
The arpeggios threatened to turn into a full-blown concerto.
"Now, hold still." CmdrTaco pulled out a roll of gray tape and quickly bound Katz's hands to the chair. Then he kicked the older pilot's legs apart and taped them to the chairlegs, and stood back to survey the results.
Katz tugged helplessly at the bindings. "What the hell is that stuff?"
CmdrTaco looked down at the roll, and read the label. "Duct tape. I bet the Alliance could use some of this--seems to be handy. Now, as for your punishment--" He moved close to Katz, bent over his back, and whispered softly in his ear. "I won't force you. You tell me if you want me to stop." Katz could feel CmdrTaco's hard cock through the flight suit, and decided that he'd obviously fallen asleep on the couch and that this was one of his more interesting fantasies.
If this was a fantasy, there was no reason not to indulge in it. "Is that a lightsaber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
He was rewarded--or punished--with a slap on his ass. And then another. And another. He could feel the skin growing red and stinging slightly with pain as CmdrTaco continued the assault. Another few slaps, and he whimpered softly. The hand quickly moved to soothing, tracing gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. "In answer to your question, Katz, I'm happy to see you." CmdrTaco moved closer again, pressing his hips against the other man's ass. "Very happy to see you." Katz gasped and wiggled happily. "But you've been very naughty. So...I'm afraid you'll have to wait."
Katz felt a warm kiss on his back, and then another just below his tailbone--and then CmdrTaco freed his hands and feet. "I'll meet you back at the fleet, Katz. And--please do a little recon while you're here. I don't want to have to discipline you again."
Katz stared at his friend, his eyes glassy. "Is, um, was this real?"
A smile tugged at CmdrTaco's mouth. "I hope so. You looked awfully cute like that." He walked out of the room, leaving Katz to put his clothes back on.
As he shimmied back into his flight suit, he made a decision.
If that was punishment, he was going to have to misbehave much more often.
What's the deal with all this gay porn?!?!
1984 should just...
SUCK
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onto
my
PENIS!
>Prisoner rapes [yahoo.com] could be stopped
You don't get it, do you?
The fear of anal rape in prison is one of the
things that makes it undesirable.
The threat of anal rape in prison is one of the
main weapons in the war on drugs.
US Law is enforced, ultimately, by the threat of anal sex...
-fb Everything not expressly forbidden is now mandatory.
Is this why we're not allowed to be gay. Because then the whole system breaks down?
NT.