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|    A Commodities Epic 3 The Parisian School    |
|    30 Sep 06 19:10:04    |
      A Commodities Epic 3 The Parisian Schoolgirl              By Old Boy (SciFi, M/g)              This is a continuation story as part of Loki925's series, done with his       permission. This is a work of pure fiction and does not resemble       anything or anyone in reality, whatever that may be.              Part 3: The Parisian Schoolgirl              My name is Babette. I am a young French schoolgirl, nine years old, and       I live in Paris, the best city in all the world. I know that I am very       pretty. My Papa is a very important man in the government. Our family is       wealthy, and we do not have anything to do with the lower class people.       They are beneath our notice.              One day I realize that something very important is happening. All the       grownups seem to be very concerned about something strange that is going       on. I don't really understand it, as I am just a little girl. But I know       that my favorite TV shows are not on, and instead there are continuous       news broadcasts. I hear my Papa and Mama discussing whatever it is that       is happening.              Papa is saying that he is offended. "The Emissary from Alpha Centauri       has announced that he will meet with the leaders of the United States,       Russia, Japan, Germany and England at the United Nations to discuss       trade. How dare he fail to include France? Sacre bleu! I will not let       this insult go unanswered. On behalf of France and our people, I will       contact him and let him know that France needs to be included in any       trade agreement."              Mama says, "But cheri, do you think that is wise? You know that China       contacted him, and the news says that suddenly there is no electricity       anywhere in China. All the electronics are gone, and they cannot even       start up newer cars with electronic ignitions, not to mention all the       other terrible disruptions going on there. Perhaps it would be wiser to       wait and see what happens at the United Nations."              Papa says, "I must uphold the honor of France. I will not tolerate such       an insult, regardless of the consequences. Vive la France!" With that       Papa stormed out of the house, saying he was going directly to the       government broadcast center, to contact the alien Emissary and to uphold       the honor of France. I didn't quite understand it, but I was very proud       of my Papa.              A couple of hours later all the lights and electricity went out       throughout Paris, and maybe even throughout France. Then strange looking       mechanical beings appeared all over the city, robots or androids. People       were terrified, running all around and screaming. The androids were       invading homes and seeking out young girls like me. Nobody could stop       them. Policemen found that they were unable to fire their guns at these       beings, or even to approach them.              Mama hid me under my bed but it did no good. The android sensed that I       was there, and he dragged me out from under my bed. He put his appendage       right up against the crotch of my panties and he sensed me in a way that       made me tingle all over. I nearly peed. I'm not quite sure what he was       looking for, but later I learned that he was sensing to see if I was a       virgin. Only the prettiest virgins in Paris, girls from seven to eleven       years old, were taken by the androids.              There were several hundred of us girls altogether who found ourselves       packed together on a strange spaceship. As it lifted off of the ground,       and as we rose above Paris, there was suddenly a bright flash of light.       As the momentary blindness left our eyes we girls were able to look down       upon the city. That beautiful city, our home, was suddenly gone. There       was nothing left of it but a big black pit in the ground. Even the       beautiful Seine River was dried up. How we girls wept and cried out,       seeing our families and our city were all gone.              Suddenly the spaceship was moving at incredible speed, leaving Earth       behind us. Within a matter of a few minutes we were rapidly       decelerating, and then landing on Mars. It was there that we girls saw       that the space ship we thought was so large was actually only a smaller       auxiliary ship. The real main space ship must be a kilometer high and       several kilometers around from what we saw.              The androids escorted us girls off of the ship and onto the much bigger       ship. It was truly huge. It had comfortable accommodations for tens of       thousands of us. Commodities. That's what the androids were calling us,       in their bland mechanical voices. We were no longer girls, we were now       commodities according to them. They told us that we would soon be going       on a long journey, after many other commodities from Earth joined us.              One of the androids separated me from the other girls. He took me to       meet the Emissary himself. I realized that this must be the creature my       Papa had referred to, when he went off to make radio contact on behalf       of France. I wondered if that had anything to do with the destruction of       Paris. No, it was too terrible to think about such a thing.              My eyes widened when I saw the strange creature from Alpha Centauri. His       name was Le Lak, and I was told that he was a commodities broker. A       chill went up my spine upon hearing that. I had just learned that we       girls were to be called commodities. That must mean that we were this       creature's stock in trade. The android introduced me to Le Lak, telling       him that my name is Babette and I am the daughter of the Frenchman who       had contacted him with so much indignation.              Le Lak seemed very interested to hear that. He was a bright orange       humanoid, not really a man but reasonably close. He was well over seven       feet tall and looked very formidable to a little girl like me; or should       I say a little commodity like me. He was not wearing any clothes. I       couldn't help noticing that he had two flaccid appendages between his legs.              I had a pony that was kept in a stable out in the country, and on       weekends my Papa would often take me there so I could ride my pony. My       pony had an appendage between his hind legs that looked like those Le       Lak had, except that Le Lak had two of them. Sometimes when I used to       groom my pony I would play with his appendage, and it would grow and       grow and become very stiff. My pony would get very excited and       sometimes-gooey stuff would shoot out of his appendage. Somehow I knew       that Le Lak's things would do that too.              Le Lak communicated something to the android with a nod of his head.       Suddenly the android tore off my dress and my panties, and even my shoes       and socks, leaving me quite naked. I wanted to protest but I was too       scared to say anything. I only whimpered with fear. The android picked       me up and presented me to Le Lak with my legs spread wide, moving quite       close to the alien being. He poked at me with his big orange finger,       down there just below where I peed. And then he poked at me where I poop       too. He didn't stick his finger inside me, rather he seemed to be              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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