The Ride. Tom Ph.D. Anderson
MONSTER KILLER FOR HIRE
THE RIDE
A GALACTIC TALE OF ADVENTURE, SEX, AND EXCESSIVE DRINKING AMONG THOSE WHO TRAVEL THE STARS
THE MONSTERS ARE EASY, IT’S THE GIRLS THAT ARE DANGEROUS
BY TOM ANDERSON
Copyright 2011 Tom Anderson,
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0303-8
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◊We were kissing and caressing each other with wild abandon, when Cindy stopped and frantically pushed me away.
“What’s wrong Cindy,” I asked her as I held on to one of her hands.
“I haven’t taken an orgasm pill yet,” Cindy told me as she tried to get me to let go.
“You won’t need an orgasm pill,” I told her.
“Yes I do and I haven’t taken one yet,” Cindy told me as she continued to try to get me to let go of her hand.
I pulled Cindy close and looked deep into her eyes. “Let me pull an orgasm out of you the old fashioned way.”
“That’s not easy to do. I have never been able to have an orgasm unless I took a pill first.”
“Cindy you have just given me one of the best evenings I have ever had with my clothes on. Please let me try to give you an orgasm the old fashioned way.”
Cindy looked skeptical, but she stopped trying to push me away. I picked Cindy up and laid her on the bed. I took my time letting my fingers explore her naked body. Little by little I led her toward that first orgasm. At first she thought I was just doing things to her that felt real good. Then Cindy started to notice the unmistakable feeling of an orgasm beginning to grow. I loved the look of disbelief on her face. She started screaming. I wanted to see the spark pass through her eyes as that first orgasm crested. I told Cindy how lovely her eyes were. As Cindy continued to scream she looked into my eyes. Our eyes locked and I saw the spark pass through her eyes.
She grabbed me and stuck her tongue so far down my throat I thought it might come out my ass, “Bob that was wonderful!”
“We’re not done yet Cindy.”
“You can do that to me again?”
“As many times as you want.”
Cindy gave me the look a little girl would give the owner of a candy store who told her she could eat as much candy as she wanted and take home as much candy as she could carry. “You mean you can just keep pulling orgasms out of me until I tell you to stop,” she said slowly.
“Yes I can,” I replied with certainty.
She grabbed both sides of my head and calmly said just inches from my face, “I want you to do that to me again!”
I pulled another orgasm out of her and she screamed for more. I pulled orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of her. Cindy might be walking funny the rest of her life, but as long as she screamed for more I would oblige her. Finally she said stop. “Bob if you pull one more orgasm out of me I know I’m going to die.” Cindy grabbed the back of my neck and dug her fingernails deep enough into it that I felt blood start to flow. “Do it! Do it now!” she screamed at me. “Dear God! Do it now!”
I worked the orgasm slowly, using my very best tricks, the ones that I had been saving for her last orgasm of the night. As the coming orgasm grew to nearly monstrous proportions, Cindy started screaming so loudly that her voice gave out. She continued screaming, but without making any noise. She encouraged me by digging her fingernails deep into my back. As Cindy’s orgasm peaked, I saw a huge spark flash through her eyes and I let my own orgasm peak leaving my sperm deep inside her.
Cindy opened her eyes wider than I would have believed possible and screamed at me, “Baby that was wonderful! That was better than wonderful! That was the best orgasm I have ever had! OMYGOD, OMYGOD, omygod, omygod, omygod…”
I started kissing Cindy and realized she wasn’t kissing me back. She started to snore. I gently tried to shake Cindy awake. She opened her eyes and said, “I love you Bob.” Then Cindy closed her eyes and started to snore again. Kissing after sex is very important to me. Kissing an unconscious woman just doesn’t count as kissing.
I found Cindy’s liquor cabinet. If it had alcohol in it, I drank it. When I woke up to the pounding on Cindy’s door, her liquor cabinet was empty and all the demons in hell were hammering spikes into my skull. The mine manager had sent men to get me at dawn and they let themselves in Cindy’s apartment. The men helped me into my clothes and took me to the waiting ground transport. One of the men asked me if I needed to see a med tec. I realized that my head hurt so bad that the thought of death by tic sounded pretty good. I asked the men to just take me to the mine.
At the mine entrance there was no hesitation at all. I charged right in. I just wanted to get this over with. It wasn’t long before the huge horrible thing found me. I felt no fear. Compared to the pain in my head, having the fluids sucked out of me would be a pleasure. With a cackling laugh that should have filled me with terror, the tic charged and I became a powerless spectator in my own body as The Ride began.
The Ride twisted my body out of the way and the tic’s claws only brushed the edge of my shirt. At the tic’s next pass The Ride not only twisted my body out of the way, but used my foot to kick one of the tic’s knees. I heard the snap as the tic’s lower leg became dislocated. The tic crashed to the floor as The Ride had my body run to the far side of the cavern and run back at the tic as fast as my body could. Just before my body hit the tic, it left the ground and extended one leg so that the heel of one foot hit the tic with absolutely all of my body’s strength and momentum. It perfectly hit the tic’s neck where the spine connection to the tic’s head was weakest. The spine snapped and the tic would move no more. The Ride was over and I was in control of my body again. Then I realized that when The Ride left me, it had taken my hangover with it.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
This is the story of a young man who discovers he has an amazing ability over which he has no control. The story is told in the man’s own words. To read only this story, please read between the ◊ and the<><>.
If you are the type of person who would also like to read the story surrounding the story, please ignore the ◊ and the<><> and enjoy ‘The Ride’.
◊My name is Bob Nesslun. I am a licensed Ghoul Hunter. When something dangerous wanders into an area where modern weapons cannot be used and becomes a problem, I am the man you call. You contact me. I come to your world. The creature attacks me and is no longer a problem.
THE BEGINNING
A sickened and dying Earth had forced Mankind to make its leap for the stars. 10,000 settlement starships sent in 10,000 different directions. Most of the starships came to bad ends. A handful of starships found perfect worlds where civilization flourished. After that, in the words of the other star traveling species, Mankind spread like a plague.
THE AMBASSADOR
Just beyond the edge of the galaxy a wormhole disgorges a single ship. The ship contains a single sentient mind, but is filled with a multitude of spare ceptu hosts for that mind. The mind belongs to an incorporeal being who had no concept of a personal life span. He had no concept of a life’s natural beginning or ending. He had never been a child. He would