Chapter 4: Ah Yes, Beautiful Girls

Chapter 4: Ah Yes, Beautiful Girls 

“We love you Sergio” screeched through the air from far away. Five little girls wearing buttons that read ‘The I Love Sergio Fan Club.’” 

“Hey  Serge! I didn’t know you were cradle snatching!” chuckled Frank under his breath. Marjorie, one of the little girls put her hand over her mouth as she gasped at the falsehood. The group of demoiselles all looked at each other chortling. 

“Neither did I,” replied Serge. “They must be ten or eleven years old. That’s crazy!” 

“I think it’s cute,” says Triennia while she slid her arms around Serge’s waist. Then she gently kisses his cheek and adds, “Hi honey.” 

Serge asks, “How do they know about me?” 

Triennia replies, “One of them is my little sister. She saw your picture on my dresser and she’s had a crush on you ever since. She constantly talks about you to her friends so she wanted to make a fan club as her way of showing that she likes you.” 

“Hey dood, you’re famous,” says John Boy, alias WASP 2112, alias The Daily News. He was called the latter because he spread rumors and half truths about everyone. One of the little girls shyly comes up to the teenage crowd and gives Serge a pin. It was a safety pin with different  color beads. She said that each bead represented how much she loved him. She called it a Friendship Pin. Serge was touched and gave her a thank you kiss on her cheek. 

All the guys roared, “Cradle snatcher, cradle snatcher- ten gets you twenty!” 

Serge looked up and said, “Respect a young lady, will you?” Silence broke the laughter.  

Brian said, “We’re only kidding duuuude. Don’t take it so seriously, man.” Still, the chuckling was stifled. 

Serge retorted, “Don’t mess around like that. People might get the wrong impression.” He patted the little girl on the head. “Go now and play with your friends.”  

The little girl walked away, starry eyed and went by her giggling friends, then they ran away squealing, “We love you Sergio” all over again. Serge was also pseudo-father in that he had two daughters, one was Rebel 222 ½. Her real dad (a merchant marine) was the victim of a tragic death, because of a heroic feat in a rescue effort in which four were saved from a sinking barge. The other daughter was Lois Gordon called Chubbo, alias Flash, who was also fatherless when her dad died in the line of duty- he was a police captain. She was given the name Flash because she was very athletic. She competed against the god Mercury in a race and won by half a light year. She wasn’t fond of the name Flash, but since she was really a flesh-covered angel, she was tolerant with her peers. Actually, both daughters held Serge in great regard because he was sweet to the girls that hung out. He’d protect them from predators when they got drunk. Although he had plenty of opportunities, he would not take advantage of them when he walked them home. The next day the girls would sing the praises of his goodness- at the teeth grinning of his male counterparts. This didn’t bother Serge because it heightened his ego tremendously. The city of Sodoma, Nueva Yorka was visted once a week by the Alkadruggies. In this city, trades from all end of the Arganian Forest 4th Sector would bring all kinds of goods, foods, and women 

 

“We embark on the next omni-transportational,” said TMR. Soon they were on the platform and moving at the rate of 24,000 lightzones, passing through the the Niocnil passage until reaching the terminal zone. Here at the portals, caravan people dressed in rags begged for food and money. Some diseased with skin and limbs falling off their bodies. Some looked like the hungry Ethiopians with large heads and skinny, bonelined bodies. As the Alkadruggies stepped out, they went to the aromatic vendors.  

“Ahhh, look at the tai stick, isn’t it delicious?” asked The Elder with eyes of anticipation. 

“I’m falling in love with the Black Malta,” said Art. Ace was just mesmerized by the Rainbow- a mix between Panama Red and Purple haired scents. 

TMR picks up a nice wad of gold and asks the vendor, “How much?” 

“Eee waga yu ken goo.” says the vendor. 

“How much?” he asks again. 

“Eee waga yu ken goo.” he repeats. 

“How much, you f*****g idiot? Where do they grow you? What a decrepit example of crusted parasite life!” TMR draws his sword and slices the vendor’s head off his shoulders. The rest of the Alkadruggies just look at him. 

Art says, “Well, I guess that takes care of it.” So they pocketed the stuff and went sightseeing. They came upon a brothel resembling an old Burlesque theater. Its facade was festooned in drapes of purple and pink bordered in green and gold. There was a tantalizing erotic music progressing outward from within. 

“W****s! Let’s taunt them!” yells The Elder. They headed to the place where sex slaves were bought. They had all kinds of slaves, some with six breasts, excessively large lips for oral sex, big asses for sodomy positions and some with two or three vaginas. Of course, you had your choice of normal women of all different species. They neared the place and the smell of female persuasion was in the air. 

“Come in, fine gentleman. I have a treat for you,” says an effeminate looking man wearing a dress decorated in silk and sequins. “My name is Jo-al and I’ve got a treat in store for you!” He pulls down a curtain and there were four Amazon green b*****s. Perfectly proportioned, they were enough to satisfy even the hunger of a horny giant. “Yes, these beauties are all virgin material, never been touched by the hands of an outsider, not even mine!” 

Ace says under his breath, “I believe it.” 

The Elder asks, “How much?”  

Jo-al replies, “The price of these beauties shall be intercourse of that prince and I.” The Alkadruggies look at TMR, insulted.  

Ace and Art drew their axes. “That’s blasphemous!” they yelled. 

TMR said, “Don’t fret. I’ll take care of this.” He walks over and takes Jo-al's hand and says, “Don’t be afraid,” as they walk into Jo-al's roomette. The Alkadruggies look on with disbelief murmuring to themselves. In the bedroom, Jo-al goes to kiss TMR, but TMR shoves him back. “In my Mutanic ways, we kiss after intercourse. Assume the position.” 

“Anything you say,” says Jo-al as he bends over an armrest. “Any time you’re ready.” 

“Get ready,” orders TMR as he draws his sword. “You’ll never experience anything like this again!” He shoves the sword up Jo-al's a*s. As the vendor screams, his eyes bulge out until they exploded and a bright yellow ooze falls out of his screaming mouth. An intense bright light takes over his body and consumes it. The once effeminate man turns into a woman and after the light fades, she lays there unconscious. TMR sheathes his sword and goes to the bathroom to urinate. He comes out to see the Alkadruggies staring in disbelief. 

“You go both ways?” Art asks TMR with an expression of insidious contempt. 

“No.” says TMR. 

“Well, we all heard his scream. You must have done something.” says Art. 

“Never judge a book by its cover.” says TMR. “Now, where are those green b*****s?” 

So, after hours of indulging themselves with the Amazon women, they rested and were enjoying the aromatics when this beautiful woman walks out and says, “So, did the Amazons prove to be worthy?” Everyone agreed. 

Art says, “Are you for sale, too? You’ll make a beautiful addition to my house.” 

“Don’t be silly,” she answers, “I can’t sell myself.” 

“Whaddya mean?” 

“I’m the vendor.” 

“The vendor is a male.” 

“TMR released me from a curse that a rival vendor cast on me with his sword. He didn’t do anything with me although I wish he did.” The Alkadruggies looked at TMR.  

As TMR smirked, they  said, “Let’s go.”  

The Elder 69 declared, “We must head back to the forest.” Soon they were on the omni-transportational and were back in the woods- hanging out, smoking dope, and drinking quarts in the ghetto. I-gor was sipping some Port Wine (his favorite) and warming himself to a fire for it was cold. TMR had many friends that were female. Because of his personality, he gained more mates than the average mutant. Women. Can’t f**k without them, can’t f**k without them. Delicious as they are, they can be a bit trying at times. For example, some you’d share with another girl, some wouldn’t share you at all! Women and beer are alike in that way that if you have too many, you can get into trouble. (Yeah, right!) That’s when triangles start, and boy, some can be doozies. Ever had marble cheesecake? These two chicks, Chocolate and Candi really surprised me. No, no I’m going to leave it up to your imagination. You know, audience participation, one of those old cult things. Girls, do they have labels? I think that is how you see things. Virgins, s***s, b*****s, lezzies, drug w****s, cold fishes, skanks, etc. (NOW is gonna love this!) Women, ah yeah, beautiful girls. Van Halen was real cool. Diamond Dave was King Pin in those days. Women, wine, and song was the usual slogan as for Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll. TMR was still around as a brain wave, but still very powerful. 

Serge had gone through about 18 girlfriends and couldn’t keep a steady relationship. On his 19th girlfriend, he decided to go for personality as a medium instead of looks to sustain a relationship, but TMR kept overtaking him, destroying the relationship one way or another. One time thought, TMR met his match: a tiger-striped haired cat-woman banshee with, of course, large breasts, a butt that wouldn’t quit and luscious legs and big blue eyes. She had a mouth that was just yearning for dick. She was a Father’s Day present from TMR’s daughter Rebel 222 ½. She led him into the woods, whereupon they found a secluded spot. She disrobed. She got down on her knees, held onto his claves and said alluringly, “Don’t tell anyone.” Then she went down on him. Her eyes penetrate his. TMR grows and reaches his full size. “Oh, I get wet just watching you grow,” she said excitedly. She purrs and kisses his genital head. TMR grabs her by the back of her head and makes her bow on all fours and straddles her back like a horse. She hisses and bucks and throws TMR off. She jumps on him, digging her claws into him. TMR regains himself and he plunges her from the back. 

“This is how Arganians do it,” he says authoritatively. She meows, roars and hisses as TMR rams away happily and the two go into a heated bliss. At last, after three hours, TMR lets out a yell as he squeezes the hell out of the banshee’s tits, and blood pours out of her n*****s. TMR shoots his load and the banshee sighs in passionate death. TMR notices she’s dead and stays there as he screams, this time in anguish.  

But the banshee returns in spirit and thanks him for releasing her into the spirit world and says, “By the way, you’re the first to make me cum.” This is called the MnM factor. One day a girl named Michelle Miller, a dead ringer for Jo from the TV show ‘The Facts of Life’ was hanging out with John Boy and Hefflin. Serge saw her and it was love at first sight. He had fantasies about Jo. He would day dream about him hitchhiking and Jo picking him up on her motorcycle. Then stopping on the side of the road and (real romantically) make love in a secluded wooded area in the rain. So when he saw Michelle, she just melted in his mouth. Alas, reality set in. She was not at all interested in Serge.  

John Boy came over to Serge, chuckling, and blurted, “Dood uh, forget it man. She don’t want it. She says you look like Mr. T. Must be that Mohawk dood!” Serge was crushed, he blacked out, the orgasm was over. These blackouts occurred like blank spaces in one’s memory. Every time TMR took over, Serge had no knowledge of what happened. One time, I remember forgetting an instance when I was walking down the street one day, happy as pie. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. The song ‘Happy Together’ by the Turtles was playing in my head. Then I looked at the sky and the missile was coming down and all the people that were around started screaming so loud that it muffled the music. The ground started trembling and I grew cold. The missile hit and everything became dark and started dying. Fire came up through the cracks in the sidewalk and I started to melt. I tried to scream, but no one heard. All I heard was everybody screaming lamenting for their possessions and for their loved ones, screaming for themselves as the flames grew louder and brighter until the sky and the fire were one. 

 

 

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I actually don't worry about pedophilia when you have a little sister and I know you do.