Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2002 7:24 pm
BS was puzzled. It seemed to have taken him a lot longer to find another tunnel opening than was usual. He wondered for a moment wherther it could be his drinking that was slowing him down. He nodded solemly as he decided that yes, in fact that was most likely the case. He simply wasn't drinking enough.
He was just about to take a long drink when his ACME feminity seeker almost blew a fuse. he realized in spite of his excitement that he had almost stumbled past this newest opening. He was glad indeed he was carrying the handy little device.
Looking up over the floor, BS took in the surroundings. This place seemed somewhat different from any of his previous stops. It seemed more sophisticated, and somehow sedating.
He thought to look in the most obvious place for clues as to the identity of the dweller. And as any good tunneler knew, that was always the wastebasket. Not willing to expose himself yet, he tiped the wastebasket over, curiously rummageing through the contents.
Odd. There were letter after letter, all stamped with "REJECTED" . BS was not sure about the meaning behind that, but it gave him heart. Surely he could offer his consolations to the author.
At that moment the door swung open and in walked a vision that made BS's jaw drop, indeed it would have hit the floor if he were'nt already resting his nose on it, thus leaving his jaw slightly under the opening. She was beautiful to be sure, but more than that, she was wearing a black skintight catsuit, and even better, it was littered with strategecly place openings. However, the woman seemed to be in a foul mood, from the way she was screaming into the phone.
"Why do you keep rejecting my articles?" His confusion was cleared up momentarily when she resumed. " No, I swear, it's not fiction, I have been researching SYM for months, and every word was the truth!" Apparently, from the insane laughter BS could hear from the phone, the listener wasn't buying it.
Disgusted, CE put the phone away and thought for a moment. Then a smile crossed her features, and she reasoned that seeing was believing, and sat at the computer and began to select her specimen. Suddenly, the room dimmed and when it brightened a young man was lying on a couch that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She approached the man, and before he could move, his hands were secured buy lether straps. BS was profoundly disturbed by this, as he usually had to pay at LEAST $50 extra, and this man was getting the treatment for free.
Unfortunatly for the man, it wasn't quite the treament BS usually paid for. " I am going to have to probe your brain" she said in soft tones. The man asked if it would hurt, and CE only replied of course not, I only need to remove a small portion of the lower stem( I don't know, I ain't a psychologist
) The man started to panic, looking down at the regions of his body below the waist. Before he could protest, CE moved in a way that his vision was blocked by one of those strategicly placed openings of her outfit, thus stopping any protest.
As she probed his brain, she became increasingly disgusted. "E.E.S,C.C.B, J.D, Shine....damn, I got a SLUURer. Even in person they would think I programed him myself. No ones mind could be so focused on one thing." BS disagreed, but then again, most people probably couldn't understand.
With a flash he was gone, banished back to SYM as CE began to stalk the room. She needed a subject, one with small will and easily led along. BS perked up....for that suit, and those leather bonds, he decided to volunteer. Besides, he didn't know what a lower stem was, so it was obvious he didn't need it anyway.
He was just about to crawl into the room, CE noticed the spilled wastebasket. She absentmindedly pulled a lever and began to change clothes, obviously wanting to get back into her lab uniform to run some more tests someone.
BS's eyes bulged as the catsuit began to come off, and in a mere second, he would be able to see some very interesting territory.......So enraptured was he, he didn't notice the ceiling descending until it hit him on the head, forcing him back down into the tunnel along with the trash. The last thing he could see while straining in vain was her feet as she stepped out of the catsuit, now lying crumpled on the floor. He heard her voice fade away..." Now, where did I put that lotion?"
When he woke up later, he was totally and absolutly disgusted. If only she hadn't noticed the trash until even a few seconds later! He wasn't worried about the fact that he had just been slammed by a 2 tone slab of steel into the tunnel floor, it didn't kick as hard as most of what he regularly drank anyhow. But, the tunnel was permanantly sealed.
Cursing his luck, BS began wandering back down the tunnel. There was always next time he consoled himself. Still, he wondered when his back luck would change, oh well, things couln't be so bleak forever.....then he was struck by a second thought, why did the tunnel seem so much taller to him now? Taking a drink, he put all such thoughts behind him, and made his way on.....
He was just about to take a long drink when his ACME feminity seeker almost blew a fuse. he realized in spite of his excitement that he had almost stumbled past this newest opening. He was glad indeed he was carrying the handy little device.
Looking up over the floor, BS took in the surroundings. This place seemed somewhat different from any of his previous stops. It seemed more sophisticated, and somehow sedating.
He thought to look in the most obvious place for clues as to the identity of the dweller. And as any good tunneler knew, that was always the wastebasket. Not willing to expose himself yet, he tiped the wastebasket over, curiously rummageing through the contents.
Odd. There were letter after letter, all stamped with "REJECTED" . BS was not sure about the meaning behind that, but it gave him heart. Surely he could offer his consolations to the author.
At that moment the door swung open and in walked a vision that made BS's jaw drop, indeed it would have hit the floor if he were'nt already resting his nose on it, thus leaving his jaw slightly under the opening. She was beautiful to be sure, but more than that, she was wearing a black skintight catsuit, and even better, it was littered with strategecly place openings. However, the woman seemed to be in a foul mood, from the way she was screaming into the phone.
"Why do you keep rejecting my articles?" His confusion was cleared up momentarily when she resumed. " No, I swear, it's not fiction, I have been researching SYM for months, and every word was the truth!" Apparently, from the insane laughter BS could hear from the phone, the listener wasn't buying it.
Disgusted, CE put the phone away and thought for a moment. Then a smile crossed her features, and she reasoned that seeing was believing, and sat at the computer and began to select her specimen. Suddenly, the room dimmed and when it brightened a young man was lying on a couch that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She approached the man, and before he could move, his hands were secured buy lether straps. BS was profoundly disturbed by this, as he usually had to pay at LEAST $50 extra, and this man was getting the treatment for free.
Unfortunatly for the man, it wasn't quite the treament BS usually paid for. " I am going to have to probe your brain" she said in soft tones. The man asked if it would hurt, and CE only replied of course not, I only need to remove a small portion of the lower stem( I don't know, I ain't a psychologist
) The man started to panic, looking down at the regions of his body below the waist. Before he could protest, CE moved in a way that his vision was blocked by one of those strategicly placed openings of her outfit, thus stopping any protest.As she probed his brain, she became increasingly disgusted. "E.E.S,C.C.B, J.D, Shine....damn, I got a SLUURer. Even in person they would think I programed him myself. No ones mind could be so focused on one thing." BS disagreed, but then again, most people probably couldn't understand.
With a flash he was gone, banished back to SYM as CE began to stalk the room. She needed a subject, one with small will and easily led along. BS perked up....for that suit, and those leather bonds, he decided to volunteer. Besides, he didn't know what a lower stem was, so it was obvious he didn't need it anyway.
He was just about to crawl into the room, CE noticed the spilled wastebasket. She absentmindedly pulled a lever and began to change clothes, obviously wanting to get back into her lab uniform to run some more tests someone.
BS's eyes bulged as the catsuit began to come off, and in a mere second, he would be able to see some very interesting territory.......So enraptured was he, he didn't notice the ceiling descending until it hit him on the head, forcing him back down into the tunnel along with the trash. The last thing he could see while straining in vain was her feet as she stepped out of the catsuit, now lying crumpled on the floor. He heard her voice fade away..." Now, where did I put that lotion?"
When he woke up later, he was totally and absolutly disgusted. If only she hadn't noticed the trash until even a few seconds later! He wasn't worried about the fact that he had just been slammed by a 2 tone slab of steel into the tunnel floor, it didn't kick as hard as most of what he regularly drank anyhow. But, the tunnel was permanantly sealed.
Cursing his luck, BS began wandering back down the tunnel. There was always next time he consoled himself. Still, he wondered when his back luck would change, oh well, things couln't be so bleak forever.....then he was struck by a second thought, why did the tunnel seem so much taller to him now? Taking a drink, he put all such thoughts behind him, and made his way on.....
! No one's mind could be so focused on one thing 
aharlika