Date: Thu, 22 Aug 1996 13:13:07 EST From: CJ Vaughan Subject: INT: The Hub: North Gets Worked Over *Adult Content* RESERVED: Capt. Carl North, The Sea Dog, Lt. Ronald Willis, Iron Mack, and Louise "Wait a minute," North said after following Mack and Louise for twenty minutes as they wound their way down, deeper and deeper, into the Hub. "I think you'd better tell me what's up, now." They stopped and Mack and Louise looked at each other. Then, Mack grabbed at North with his cybernetic arm. It closed around empty space as North dove into a side corridor and began running. "Carl, come back," Louise shouted. They began running after North, who made good time in the 66% G environment. Mack was having a more difficult time maneuvering his massive frame through the narrow corridors and was steadily falling behind. Then the corridors gave way to a vast, open area that seemed to slice straight up through the Hub for as far as North could see. He was on a bridge which lead through the area. He felt his feet beginning to lose traction as he crossed the bridge, until, at the center, he could no longer get himself to move forward. Mack stopped by the entrance and smiled. "Tough luck, North. You hit one of the gravity nodes." North was floating towards the side of the bridge. He looked down (or was it up) and saw what looked to be a hundred stories below him. "I don't like heights," North said. Louise laughed. She had come up behind Mack and was watching North float in the zero G area. "You aren't high," she said. "You're right in the middle of the ship, at one of the points where the four directions meet and cancel each other out." "What if I float too far in one way?" "Then you'll fall back to the middle. You're trapped, North." Now it was Mack who was laughing. "Shit." North undid his belt and started trying to snare the bridge railing with it. Each time the buckle fell just short and he would begin to spin in the opposite direction. "Here," Mack said, reaching out to take the belt. A few minutes later they lead a more docile North into a small restaurant. A sign in the window flashed "Closed" as they lead North over to the bar. "Well, well, Carl North. As I live and breath." North looked up into the bright-green eyes of a fellonid woman. "Maquette?" "You remember me," She said, rubbing her long fingers across North's chest. North frowned. "Unfortunately." "Liar," she shrieked. She spread her hand revealing a row of claws, then a cold smile crossed her lips. "You know you loved it when I ran my fingernails down your back." "Not after the 200 stitches." "You humans are such wimpy creatures." She slipped her hand down the front of North's pants. He felt her paw close around his genitals. He didn't dare resist or she'd slice them off. Then he felt them begin to grow. She smiled. "Ahh, you see - it *is* true that you humans have the biggest penises in the galaxy." "You should know," North said, coldly. He felt one of her claws extend and stick, painfully, in the outer skin of his testicles. "Watch it or I'll neuter you." North sighed. "What do you want?" "I want to know what you're carrying." "Nothing important. Some salt and spices." He felt the fellonid release her grip. His penis throbbed, once, much to her delight. "Ooo... we'll have to see about that, sometime." "mmph," was all North could say. She rubbed her paws through his short hair. "I liked it better, long," she said. "Kept getting in my eyes." "Oh?" She rubbed against his chest. Fellonid women are the hunters in their society, and she was easily bigger and stronger than North. She began to purr. "I'd love to get you alone for ten minutes..." "Sure." "You mean it?" She licked his cheek and grinned. "Sure. Just let me go and we'll set a date." She laughed, then stuck three pointy claws in North's stomach - just breaking the skin. She held them there. "Is that what you want? To get out of here? Then tell me what I want to know." "I did," North said as calmly as he could. She hit him in the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the floor. Then she stood over him and extended both sets of her calws abover her head. Before she could sweep them down across North's body she was lifted into the air, hissing, and thrown across the room. "Enough," Mack said, looking down at her. "We said we'd bring him here to talk to you, not for you to torure him." "Come on," Louise said, helping North to his feet and guiding him from the restaurant. Mack followed, never taking his eyes off of the fellonid. ____________________________________________________________ CJ Vaughan chris.vaughn@ssa.gov Visit the future of WWW entertainment, The Soaps: http://members.tripod.com/~cvaughan/thesoaps.html. We need writers, programmers and artists!