Pizzaface

[bill512]

Humility was not the word. There likely wasn't a word for what this man knew about the most secretive aspects of government. What thousands of people made religions out of. And you saw it in his face. Like when back in 1982, December, a small town in Oklahoma was quarantened because of a biological warfare attack. Every man woman and child was murdered despite the later assessment that the viral strain was only a warning, with a retroactive life span of just under three days. The government gave the order to erase the town off the face of the earth, without mercy, for fear of the enemy. Or that massive warehouse in Nevada consisting of the wreckage of a true, honest to god, alien space ship. Not at all what the guesswork of decades of speculation, mystery, and gossip gave the inquisitive. But a gruesome like insectoid who's attitude towards us wasn't much more sophisticated than ours was towards domestic cattle. Someone had to do it. Someone had to oversee. Someone not just trustworthy, but psychotic. Psychotic in the secretive sense. Eccentric. And extremely intelligent.

That was Benjamin Maxwell. Now sixty three years old, he was retiring. And his security risk and callibre to the secret service made the President himself look like previous presidents call girl girlfriends. But the world of espionage is a thousand times wiser and more diabolical than the most imaginative of movie script writers. And the enemy had plans for what was locked up in Benjamins' head. Anticipatory and sexy plan.

A biologically engineered diva that made armored shield and sword and gigly calibre warp speed weaponry look like masculine childs play. Freud would have been proud. This woman set aside all notion of even ones god. And she was on an airplane heading for Salt Lake City, Utah. With a fixation for the face of the man she couldn't help but to love.

And lock like vice between her lovely thighs, to read. And devour. Like a pizza ...

[bill512]

DP

With a heavy accent the old man spoke. It was in a library or a study. "Now ... Tell me what you do when you know it's safe." "Orgasm." He walked towards her and studied her expressions. As though what she'd just said was the most important thing. Looking for the slightest hint of insincerity. "That's right. Good. This is very important. Verrrry very important. Once you have him you must put everything else out of your mind. Yes? Everything. And orgasm." Then he stood from his crouched look into her face. Nearly a stand of military attention. "Like this. Huh?" And cupped his hand over his mouth and nose. "Orgasm. Orgasm. Concentrate. As hard as you can. As many times as you can. Nothing else matters. Orgasm."

"I have a question."

Jane sat in that plush camel chair, in comfortable white tennis dress. Beautifully tanned legs crossed revealing perfection of naked form. The old man was stoic, and turned his back to her, walking towards the fireplace. "What is it?"

"In thinking. Anticipating I mean. I did it accidentally. In my sleep." "Yes?"

"It was messy." "Yes."

"What's going to happen to him?" She asked, a genuinely innocent look of concern.

He turned, stone cold like stare in his face. "You will complete your mission."

Secrecy is like a god like mentality. Of decision that may or may not effect the whole world. But one thing that they often seem to have little knowledge for are their human sides. Their real sides. You've no idea how foolish men look being god. Playing god. And they themselves eventually come to the realization of this. Especially during times of retirement.

Ben Maxwell took on task that unintendedly cursed his life with seclusion and solitaire. Importance of a scale far too lonely. Inhuman. There was nowhere he could set foot without someones company. A trip to the store. A trip to the bathroom. They say there are no kings left in this world, but they say that with the highest of vanities. Because Ben Maxwell was alone. Never married. Never had children. Never even had relatives he could visit from time to time, to enjoy the simplicities of life. King of a domain not of this earth. Yet powerful on the earth.

Complicating. Forever complicating. And alone. Profession in the extreme, robbing him of his person. Of his "just being people". He yearned for the unprofessional touch. The soft concerned caress of something human. Something unafraid.

The government picked out a house in the quiet and secluded hills of Utah. Quantly hiding monitors and sensors of every kind and shape, that electrified what should normally have been a relaxed life. An ending to his life. And he did everything as they said. Listening to where he could go. What he could do. And how he could do it.

All that is, except for one thing. Ben had a fetish for horses. Stallions. He loved his horses. In behind his ranch was a barn with three of the finest breed of burdens beast in all the western world. And with objection, in the face of it, he'd ride. A precisely detailed and digitized route of childhood dream and freedom.

The one time, once a week, when he didn't feel DP.

[bill512]

Involuntary

"Will he be able to fight?" "Somewhat. But she won't let him go." "It's too bad you couldn't let him live." "They tried that. The enzyme is capable of seeking out and destroying individual engrams. Almost at the protein level. She could read his mind and make him forget she was ever there. But there was a schedule to maintain, so Jane wasn't designed for that. Just the extraction." "She comes home, has her period, and everything he knows is stored in the dna code of her blood." "Not her blood. Her urine. The premenstral cycle only triggers the releasing of the specific dna code in the urine." "Amazing." "Yes. There's barely even any laboratory prep. The computer knows exactly where to go, and read it similar to the disc of a hard drive." "What if she has her period before she gets here?" "It's of no consequence, but you're correct. She would be flushing all of their country's secrets down the toilet. But they wouldn't know it."

"No, the real scientific achievement is the dna coding that takes place during orgasm. It was remarkably easy. The thoughts of the human brain, any human brain, are captured like the snapshot of a camera lens. Kreskofsky calls it neural transgrescence. Her sex wants to entomb him. Quite monstrous, as a matter of fact."

"What about her?" "What do you mean?" "Does she actually love him?" "She adores him. Ah, I see what you mean. And that's the real magic to this whole thing. Even if she decides she doesn't want to do it, she eventually will. When he's asleep. When they're in love. The first day or fifty years later. Kreskofsky tells me it's like a fire between her legs, just looking at him. She'll want to lock on tighter than vice."

"Wish I could see it." The general laughed. "Yes. She is extremely beautiful. It will probably make the most fantastic show anyone has ever seen. I do too."

[smotherman]

Did someone say Nevada?:D Now if only alien space-crafts would land here with gang of facesitting motorcycle women:D


Excellent story Bill,Well written!You`d put alot of feelings into the story....very well done, keep up the great work.

[bill512]

Thanks smotherman. Hey that's a great idea. Design a motorcycle where the guys head is the seat, and his arms are handcuffed to the frame on the rear tire, and his feet are cuffed to the fork right next to the speedo. Then get this really sexy momma .... really sexy momma .... and drive on a trip cross country with a jacket saying "facesat.com".

[bill512]

Here's the outline:

Chapter

<i>They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.</i>
Ben Jonson

- Ben gets thrown from the horse because of a rattle snake, and falls.
- When he wakes up he doesn't know where he is. He's lieing on his back in a comfortable bed.
- Jane walks in with water and compress.
- Description: Describe Jane.
- Ben is worried about the Secret Service.
- Jane climbs from the side. Slow and seductive at first. Then violent.

Chapter

<i>It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator our very self-consciousness is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution.</i>
Annie Dillard

- Jane eats Ben.
- Window scene: In mid process by a dusty cabin window, a search party seeks their missing man. Jane stares, exhorbitant and hot with passion, yet afraid of being caught. Her guilt finds its way to the surface. Between her beauty: Pizzaface.
- "The Help" diverts at the front door, while secret hidden celler is wrestled in. And held quiet.
- Search party moves on.

Chapter

<i>I feel no pain dear mother now, But oh, I am so dry!
O take me to a brewery, And leave me there to die.</i>
Anonymous

- Death in the flash of a camera lens.

Chapter

<i>Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. . . . The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.</i>
Primo Levi

- Computer read appended with the strange concatanation: "I love you".

[Kyle_Narshadaa]

Bill 512 either i am drunk on rum and dying of excess cholesterol due to my 5 pounds per day of bacon intake........................


I still say you are the bestest.................... Jebus loves you and i guess i do too................. you deserve an award for the best eccentric poster on this site. You're like the Dodo noogen we all miss !!!!!!!!!!

Hope you live to be a 100 you eccentiric hippy coder you !!!!!!!!


LOL

:D


ps. kyle still holds the highest no. of posts per day = 27

beat that MD forum members



Smotherman = beats coolshot .....................

:cry:

[bill512]

<i>You're like the Dodo noogen</i>

Isn't that a shithead?

Thanks kyle. :D

[Kyle_Narshadaa]

Originally posted by bill512
<i>You're like the Dodo noogen</i>

Isn't that a shithead?

Thanks kyle. :D


yea well definitely the one that lays em golden eggs !!!!!!!


take care bill512 ............. watch em Alligators now!!!!!!!!! I just flew from Naples to Key W3st ............. was great on my flight sim LOL

;)