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Robot Invented To Crawl Through Veins
Slatterz writes "Scientists from Israel's Technion University have unveiled a tiny robot, made using Micro-Electro-Mechanical Systems (MEMS) technology, purportedly able to crawl through a person's veins in order to diagnose and potentially treat artery blockage and cancer. The little robot — with a diameter of just one millimeter — has neither engine nor onboard controls, instead being propelled forward by a magnetic field wielded on it from outside the patient's body."
The next morning, Anal Vapors woke up completely refreshed and hungry. He got up, scratched his balls, and then picked up his knife. After taking a moment to decide who he wanted for breakfast, he went over to where the little girls' body hung. He stuck the knife into her chest and made a deep cut down to her genitals. Chunks of partially clotted blood and remnants of devastated internal organs fell out and onto the floor. Anal Vapors scooped up various bits and pieces, including a length of intestine and sat down to have breakfast. He was pleased to see that flies were coming in to lay eggs on the bodies. That way, they would bloat and become havens for millions of maggots, which would be enough to keep him fed for a few weeks.
After a satisfying breakfast, Anal Vapors got up and let out a nice long belch to relieve some of the pressure built up in his full stomach. Then he decided to give the town a better look, so he picked up his broomstick and walked outside.
At the drawbridge entrance, he found the nun's mule still tied where she left it. Anal Vapors took his broomstick and rammed it into the mule's side since going for its anus would most likely result in a nasty kick. The mule brayed its protest and turned away from Anal Vapors and nearly took his head off with a kick. Enraged, Anal Vapors left the broomstick in the mule's side and pulled the knife. He proceeded to stab the mule numerous times until it died and fell over, at which time he started using his broomstick to stab it. Then he stomped it, jumped on it, and rolled around in the gory mess, all the time snarling like a rabid dog. Finally, when he tired of this game, he picked up his knife and broomstick and headed for town.
At first glance, the town appeared to be deserted as before. However, some signs of life were seen as Anal Vapors walked past some of the buildings. The old woman he saw before was at the same place , still licking her dog's mange sores. This time, the dog's flesh appeared to be rotting and hanging down in gangrenous tatters. In these places, a thick syrupy greenish brown pustulant discharge flowed freely, and the woman was doing her best to keep all of it licked off the dog. As Anal Vapors walked by, she looked at him, and he could see that her face was also starting to rot and peel. He kept walking and headed in the direction of the burial pit.
On the way to the pit, severe abdominal cramps struck Anal Vapors. He recognized this as the familiar signal that a massive shit was in the works, so he started walking quickly toward an outhouse he spotted. He stepped inside, undoing his pants as he did so. All of a sudden, the rotten floor gave under his weight and he fell through. He found himself submerged chest deep in some of the foulest smelling shit he had ever seen. Just taking in a small breath of this air made his greasy hair stand on end. Upon further investigation, he saw that the shit pool was infested with rectal worms. He could feel them trying to get into his pants and invade his rectum, but since he had a good size herd of his own grazing within the confines of his anal sphincter, he decided to get out as soon as he could. When he climbed out and got outside, he noticed a giant tapeworm wrapped around his ankle and trailing back into the outhouse. He grabbed it and bit it in half and threw it down. He had no way of knowing that by falling into the shithole, he had exposed himself to the deadly virus that was claiming townspeople's lives. He shook the runny shit off like a dog and headed for the pit.
At the pit, there were some people with wagons loaded with bodies wrapped in sheets. They were throwing these bodies into the pit to be burned. Anal Vapors walked up to a wagon, pulled a body to the ground, and started to unwrap it.
"Hey mister, I wouldn't do that," a man warned. "Them people died of the plague."
Anal Vapors looked at him and said nothing. Then he went back to unwrapping the body. The people who were there scattered. "He's going to kill himse
Years went by. For a long period of time following the death of Anal Vapors, a horrid stench radiated from the castle. It was so bad that all vegetation surrounding the castle was killed, and if anyone ventured too close they were likely not to survive. As the plague raged on, the survivors came to view the castle as an evil place and the source of their neighbors' suffering. The population of the town dwindled to a few hardy souls who were not affected by the plague or the evil wind coming from the castle.
More time passed and so did the plague. The intensity of the stench coming from the castle also diminished with time, so people started to repopulate the poisoned land. The castle was still regarded as an evil place, mostly because of the fact that a nun had gone there and never returned. In fact, people feared the castle so much that no one went near it, and the owner of the property was so afraid of it that he would not have it torn down in fear that the wickedness within would be angered and cause another plague. Livelihoods and families were gradually rebuilt and young and old alike knew that to go near the castle or in it meant certain death.
One spring day, a young woman was out walking along the road. She had come out to pick some flowers in the meadow near the trail that lead to the castle. She looked at the castle as she walked, wandering what had made it such a bad place. She had heard the story about a demon coming into town and carrying away bodies of plague victims, but she had not decided how much truth was in the story. Staring at the castle, she had become hypnotized by its mystery and was much closer to it when she came out of this semi-trance than she intended.
The gang of highway robbers watched with interest as the woman drew near. They laid flat on the gentle hillside near the castle and had their horses tied around the side of the hill where they would not be seen. The woman was walking straight toward the castle, staring at it as if it had her under its power. When she stopped and looked around in confusion, she was between the gang and the castle.
"Let's go get her," said one of the men. "I ain't had a woman in so long that my third leg's forgot what one feels like."
The leader nodded. "Yeah. Sheep and goats are good for a while, but I got some catching up to do. She came out here to do something. We'll wait until she starts doing it, then we'll sneak up on her." So they watched and waited.
The woman was feeling nervous about being this close to the castle. No one could tell when a ghastly creature was going to come out and attack anyone who happened to be too close to its home. She was just about to turn back when she saw some of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen. She went over and picked one and sniffed it. The flower had the fragrance of a well executed dog fart. Delighted, she breathed deeply of its essence, which made her giddy with joy. She ran, she skipped, she danced in this wonderful meadow. Then she laid down and lifted her dress and pressed her hand to her wet lips. She was really hot down there and felt as if she might cum any minute. She let her fingers do the walking, and in a few moments, release came. She licked away the love juices from her hand and got up. That was when she noticed 5 men surrounding her.
"That looked mighty good to me," said the gang leader. "How about you guys?" They ass nodded and the circle tightened. The leader dropped his pants, exposing his penis standing at attention. One of the men pushed her close enough to him that he was able to grab her by her hair and push her to her knees. "Now suck me and suck me good, or else." When he tried to maneuver his cock into her mouth, she clamped her jaws tightly together. The man shook her head violently back and forth. "None of that. If you want to get back home safe and sound, you're going to suck me and all the boys. And you're going to suck us good. Now, SUCK!" Again, he tried to put his dick in her mouth, and this time, she took it. "That's a good girl." He
Anal Vapors sat up and looked around. His eyes stopped on the woman. "Who are you, bitch?" he asked roughly. A coughing fit overcame him, causing him to expel green powder out of his mouth.
"You shouldn't talk yet," she said. "My name is Hortense. I found you buried in the floor and brought you back to life."
As Anal Vapors listened, he licked the buttfudge from his lips and stood up. When he did, dizziness overcame him, and he sat down.
"Don't stand. You need to gain your strength first. I'll fix you something to drink." She left the room and returned with a cup. First, she vomited a thick brownish syrup with chunks of partially chewed food suspended in it into the cup. Then she lifted her dress to show him the crop of festering boils on her buttocks. She squeezed one and it shot a load of yellowish white pus into the cup followed by the marble-size core and then blood. "Here," she said, handing him the concoction. "First, chew up the boil core. Then wash it down." Anal Vapors picked the core out of the remedy and held it up. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, and it collapsed. He could see a black spot in its center. He put it in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed. It tasted like a salty egg white. Then he drank all of what was in the cup and waited. At first, he felt nothing, but as time passed, he could feel heat in his stomach. As he sat there, he could feel the heat spread through his body and his strength return.
After a few more moments of rest, Anal Vapors again stood up. This time, there was no dizziness. Once he was sure he was going to stay up, he did what came naturally when he woke up in the morning. He pushed his encrusted pants down and was going to perform his ritualistic ball scratch when he saw a huge mushroom engulfing the tip of his penis. Too shocked to speak, he went ahead and scratched his sack. The skin disintegrated on contact and a rotten nutsack odor filled the air. One of his testes fell out and rolled across the floor.
"Don't touch it!" Hortense warned. "Wait until your body comes fully to life. And leave that mushroom alone. I'll take care of it later."
Anal Vapors sniffed his hand and smiled. "Want a sniff?" he offered. Then, thinking better of it, he sniffed deeply again and began to eat the rotten scrotum flesh from under his fingernails. Watching him do this got Hortense hot in a hurry. She lifted her dress and showed him her thick bush with blood-tainted juices dripping and running down her legs. Anal Vapors stopped what he was doing and looked at her with interest.
"Like what you see?" she asked. Without a word, Anal Vapors went to his knees in front of her and began navigating his way through her bushy tangle. When her pubic hairs were straightened out, they were over 4 inches long. Straightening them out would be a major task though. Dried menses had her hairs molded into a furry chastity belt. Only small openings revealing her clitoris and vaginal opening were visible. A thick fecal odor almost but not quite covered the scent of her foul womanhood. Anal Vapors started ripping out pubic hair by the handful to get a clear view of her oval office, causing her to scream in pain and delight. A short time later, her pussy was accessible with fresh blood welling out of the torn pores. He parted her freshly exposed labia and stuck his tongue into her jizz receptacle. She moaned in anticipation of her orgasm.
Something was not right. Anal Vapors' tongue felt something inside her vagina that should not have been there. He reached in with 2 fingers and pulled out a decomposing penis. It was her trophy from the assault. When Anal Vapors held it up for her to see, she took it and ate it, chewing slowly and showing Anal Vapors the train wreck in her mouth before swallowing it. Anal Vapors went back to work and her orgasm bathed his face a few moments later.
Hortense came daily to nurse Anal Vapors back to health. He, in turn, would satisfy her ravenous sexual appetite. He did not do anything to harm her simply because h
In a large house in town, an old man restlessly paced the floor. He stopped when his servants walked in. "Have any of you seen Hortense since yesterday evening?" he asked.
"No, my lord," answered a maid. "I saw Miss Hortense when she ate lunch and did not see her again."
"I saw her leave late yesterday afternoon for that accursed castle, my lord," said a gardener. "She has been going there almost every day for nearly a month."
"My God, man! Why did you not inform me of this sooner?" the old man asked.
"Begging your pardon, sir. Miss Hortense told me not to mention it to anyone. She made me promise, sir."
"I will deal with you later. Now, all of you, get out. And you," he said while pointing to the maid, "Tell Syphil I wish to speak to him." She nodded and left. He resumed his pacing.
A short time later, a young man entered the room and said, "You wanted to see me, father?"
"Yes, Syphil. Your sister, Hortense, did not come home last night. She has been going to that damned castle."
"Oh, dear me!" replied Syphil.
"Indeed. I want you to take some men and search for her around and in the castle if necessary."
"Right away, father." He turned to go.
"Hold it. Before you go," his father said as he unbuckled his belt. "Drop your pants, son. I wish to molest you. It was Hortense's turn this morning, but she is not here. Besides, she is going to have my baby, and I was going to have to find someone else anyway." Obediently, his son complied, and when it was over, he left to begin the search with a stretched asshole and a tacky moistness in his crack.
It did not take the search party long to find the mutilated corpse lying a short distance from the road near the castle. Her eyes were missing and a length of her intestines had been used to tie a bow in her hair, but Syphil still recognized the body of his late sister. He left the men to pick up the pieces and went to tell his father the news.
The old man was still pacing the floor in his study when Syphil arrived. The look on his son's face was all the old man needed to see for him to know. In a rush, warm strawberry colored urine flowed down his legs, and he sank to the floor and rolled in the puddle. Syphil hurried over to comfort him, and the old man grabbed his shirt.
"Tell me," he said with surprising strength.
"She was horribly mutilated, father. We found her, what was left, near the castle. There was a trail of blood leading back to it."
"The castle! Are you sure?"
"We did not follow the trail all the way to the entrance, but there was no doubt."
The old man got up. "Come sit down and let's have a drink. I have a story to tell."
When they were seated, the old man wrinkled his nose at the rancid piss odor in the room and on him and began his story. "I should have had that place torn apart a long time ago. The evil that lurks there has been dormant for many years, and we all hoped it was gone forever, but now I see it is still here. My memories of it began when I was a small boy living here in this very house. The plague had already taken many people, and before it was over, it would also take my mother and father. There were too many dead to put in the cemetery, so they were thrown into a pit to be burned. We could not do anything else. To eat them or have sexual congress with them was death. One day, this man came to town. He had come from the castle. Later, it was discovered that a nun from the convent had gone to the castle to minister to a family and had not returned. The family was also never seen again. He came to town and carried away bodies of plague victims. A few days later, this horrid stench came from that place. The devil himself must have been feasting on those bodies. The smell lasted for many years, but it finally went away. Now, its cause is back and the curse will be upon us again if he is not stopped."
His son, who had been listening intently, said, "I know of a warrior from the east. We could pay him to kill this man, if that is what he
Mod parent up and fork out a few pulitzers..i mean, hey, how hard could that be??
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of those!
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