Billy woke up in the morning as Angelina slept
beside him. He sat up, then got up and walked around. He strolled
around the house for a while, then returned to Room Five to retrieve
the sleep gas he left there. He brought it to Room Three, where Sanifa
slept.
Before opening the door, Billy set the dial to
thirty, then he opened the door and walked it. He placed the mask over
Sanifa’s face and applied the gas. It only took a few seconds to apply.
Sanifa was wearing flannel pajamas, which Billy
removed. Then Billy began running his hands over her body while she
slept. “Sanifa, you’re naked.” he whispered.
Sanifa breathed softly while Billy enjoyed gazing at
her and touching her. He gently ran each finger over her nipples. Then
he took off his own clothes and got on top of her. He had to push her
legs apart. He ran his hands over her arms, then her legs, then her
arms again. He spent more time fondling her breasts. Then he got
undressed.
In a few minutes, Billy found himself raping the
sleeping Sanifa, while he ran his hands up and down her body. A few
minutes later, Sanifa started to move more and more. Billy continued
pounding away.
“Sanifa,…I…get…to…rape…you.” Billy whispered..
“What?” Sanifa said. Then she opened her eyes.
“Aye-e-e-e!” Sanifa screamed at the top of her
lungs. Billy kept on pounding her into the waterbed.
“I get to rape you whenever I want, wherever I want,
and however I want. That means I get to rape you while you’re
sleeping.” Billy told her.
“Stop it!” Sanifa screamed. “Stop it! Stop it!”
Billy continued raping her as he taunted, “I get to
rape you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re not even safe
when you sleep. I can walk right in here and just start raping you.”
“Stop it! Aye-e-e-e!” Sanifa screamed again.
Billy continued, “That’s not going to work, Sanifa.
I get to rape you as much as I want. I get to put my hands all over
you. I get to see you naked. There’s nothing you can do about it. You
have no rights, Sanifa, none whatsoever. You’re totally naked and I can
rape you as much as I want.”
Sanifa continued squirming, screaming and then
crying.
“You have no rights.” Billy taunted. He started
breathing harder and harder, excited at Sanifa’s helplessness. His
muscles tightened up.
After Billy finished raping Sanifa, he climbed off
her and sat down. “Now lie still so I can see you naked.” Billy
instructed her. Sanifa used her hands and arms to try to cover up parts
of her trembling body. She looked at Billy and cried some more.
Billy gazed at Sanifa for an entire hour, taunting
her about her helplessness. Then he said, “It was so much fun, I think
I’ll do it again!”
“No!” Sanifa cried. “Please don’t! Pl-e-e-ease
don’t!”
“That doesn’t work, Sanifa. Nothing you say does any
good.” Billy told her. “I get to rape you as much as I want, and I want
you to be totally, completely shattered.”
Billy walked up and started fondling Sanifa’s bare
breasts. Then he climbed on top of her and raped her again.
“There, Sanifa. You are now totally and completely
shattered. I really enjoyed it.” Billy said, as he left the room.
Angelina was sitting in the living room as Billy
walked in. “There’s a surprise for you today, Master.” she said.
Billy smiled and said, “I enjoy the surprises you
angel girls prepare for me. I liked Seashell Island yesterday.”
“Let me show you the way, then.” Angelina said. She
led Billy out to the street and down to the subway. Four girls were
already on the platform, waiting for a train. Billy walked up to one of
them, ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying. Then he
unfastened the front of her bra to fondle her bare breasts. Then he
walked up to another one and lifted up the front of her skirt with one
hand, pulling down her panties with the other. Then he fondled the
asses of the other two girls.
When the train arrived, Billy and Angelina paid no
mind to the four girls who boarded with them. A few stops later,
Angelina led Billy off the train.
“I haven’t been to this stop before.” Billy
observed.
“Gabriela, Michelle and I have prepared something
special here.” Angelina said. She led him upstairs. “This is a special
serve room, Master. There’s the usual accommodations you’ve seen, such
as the waterbed and the mirror square. But here is a special seat. You
sit in it and enjoy us. There is no seat back. I stand behind you, and
you rest on me. I am propped up by this. If you like, I can shave your
head so my breasts press up against the skin on the back of your head.
“We have arranged a parade of pretty girls, both
angel girls and servant girls, to march past you. You can have a girl
eat you or climb on top of you. This seat has a motor in it, and her
knees will be on these pads, which will be raised and lowered by the
motor, making for a regular motion during sex if you wish.
“As the girls parade past you, from the direction of
your feet, each one will do a strip show for you, then get down beside
you so you can fondle her ass or her breasts while you feast your eyes
on the next one. There will be lines on both sides of you.
“Just tell us when you want to get up and stretch
out. There’s also a door over there which leads to the Torture House.
Let me know when you are ready for that, so I can put some clothes on,
since there will be other men in there.
“Keep in mind, Master, that some of the girls
parading by you will be angel girls and some will be servant girls. I
know you prefer to treat us angel girls with more respect, but we enjoy
pleasing you.”
“I think I’ll take you up on that shave.” Billy
said. “I’ll enjoy having your body up against my head.”
Billy sat down in a chair and Angelina gave him a
crew cut, then shaved his head bald. Then she cleaned his head. Billy
stood up and walked over to the special seat, undressing and sitting in
it. Angelina undressed and stood behind him. Billy sat back, leaning
against her, and resting the back of his head on her breasts. She
started running her fingers and her hands over his chest.
Gabriela walked in and stood by Billy’s right side.
“Hello, Master, may I strip naked for you?” she asked.
“Why, certainly.” Billy replied. Gabriela removed
her party dress and then her lingerie.
Gabriela said, “We have everything planned for you,
Master, in such a way that we expect it to please you. If you happen to
prefer any changes, do let us know.”
“Well, just one thing.” Billy noted. “I make a point
of having Fondlepuss eat me once a day, just to humiliate her. I’d like
to have that happen at some point later today.”
“Consider it done, Master. May I climb up?” Gabriela
said.
“I’d enjoy that.” Billy answered.
Gabriela climbed up, facing Billy, and placed one
leg on each side of him, on the pads. Angelina was still running her
fingers and her hands over his chest. Gabriela moved forward, running
her hands over him, and soon they were having sex again. “It gives me
great pleasure to be with you, Master, especially to please you.”
“I want you angel girls to know that I really
appreciate everything you do for me.” Billy replied. Gabriela and
Angelina smiled.
Michelle walked in, wearing a one-piece bathing
suit, and stood by Billy’s left side. “May I strip naked for you, too,
Master?” she asked.
“That would be excellent.” Billy answered.
“These girls will be in all different costumes.”
Angelina told Billy. “You seem to like variety.”
Soon Billy was fondling Michelle’s ass while dozens
of girls queued up to serve him. A minute later, he was fondling a
servant girl’s breasts with his right hand while he fondled Michelle’s
ass with his left hand. Gabriela was still up over him, having sex.
The girls parading past him were randomly dressed in
bathrobes, nightgowns, bikinis, one-piece bathing suits, lingerie,
office attire and street clothing. Some were wrapped only in bath
towels.
Billy looked at Gabriela and both smiled. He took
his hands off the girls on his sides to fondle Gabriela’s breasts. Soon
he was breathless. Angelina continued gently running her fingertips
over his chest.
Gabriela climbed down and walked away as the parade
continued. Billy could tell a girl was an angel girl when she asked for
permission to climb up.
Scores of girls had paraded past Billy when he
decided it was time to stretch out. Angelina and Billy took a shower
and dressed, then went through the door to the Torture House.
Billy was delighted to find Joe Neandertal, his
seven thousand, four hundred twenty-third great grandfather. He looked
at the other men present.
“Well, if it ain’t the Dude on the Deuce!” Billy
said, as he shook Thomas Jefferson’s hand.
Jefferson replied, “You refer, of course, to my
portrait on the two-dollar Federal Reserve Note.”
Billy replied, “Exactly. I worked at a place in New
Hampshire where one customer always paid his account with two-dollar
bills. Too bad so many banks are run by morons who can’t figure out
it’s time to reorder them when they run low. Of course, it’s not really
the proper role of the government to issue money, and even if it were,
the U.S. Constitution leaves that power to Congress and not to the
Federal Reserve.”
“You’re right, there. You know that I had a certain
amount of respect for the U.S. Constitution.” Jefferson said.
Billy observed, “Just like the rest of us. When it
suits your purpose. Along comes the opportunity for the Louisiana
Purchase, totally unconstitutional, and you went for it.”
“This is true.” Jefferson agreed. “Well, let me
introduce you. This is Patrick Henry.”
Billy shook hands with Mr. Henry. “Pleased to meet
you. You were more my kind of guy. Jefferson was cool, don’t get me
wrong, but you were more like a regular people kind of a guy, not so
aristocratic.”
“I really admired the way you told them off.” Henry
said.
Billy observed, “Kind of like the way you started
your Liberty-or-Death speech in Richmond. ‘Should I hold back my
opinion at such time, through fear of giving offense, then I should
consider myself as guilty of an act of treason toward my country, and
of an act of disloyalty toward the majesty of Heaven, which I revere
above all Earthly kings.’”
Jefferson made the next introduction. “And this is
Matthew Thornton.”
“I’ve heard of you.” Billy replied. “You signed the
Declaration of Independence for New Hampshire, in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania on the fourth of July, 1776.”
“Actually, I didn't sign until the nineteenth of
November.” Thornton replied. “I just want to thank you for what you did
to restore liberty in my State. You made me proud of my ties to New
Hampshire. When liberty could not be defended with ballots, you
inspired the supporters of liberty to defend it with bullets. I
supported armed resistance in my day.”
“Well, I wasn't born in New Hampshire.” Billy
admitted.
Thornton replied, “Neither was I. I was born in
Ireland.”
Billy said, “Well, guys, welcome to Planet Billy.
Jefferson, Henry, you guys care for some arrack punch, just like the
old days at Raleigh Tavern? Or anybody care for some cold beer or wine
coolers, or maybe a prisoner girl to gang rape?”
“Well, I suppose we could take a vote on that.”
Jefferson joked. “You were wise to see the folly of democracy. We
cannot give each other authority to gang rape somebody. Here, however,
that authority has been given to you, and is beyond question.”
“Well, this is truly excellent.” Billy said. “I have
plenty of pretty angel girls who have a crush on me, and will do
anything I want, and I have plenty of slave girls whom I can force to
do anything I say. I can hardly believe this is really happening.”
“It’s not.” Henry said. “You know me. I tell it like
it is. This planet does not exist, and neither do you, Billy. It’s all
a fictional story written by Tom Alciere in 2004.”
Then Thornton observed, “You know, the author was
once a member of the New Hampshire Legislature. So was I.
He got elected in Nashua, and I got elected in Londonderry.”
Billy sighed and said, “Well, I guess this story
will be useful when a guy is cuddling up with a special woman. He can
make believe he is molesting servant girls on a subway platform, or any
of the other scenarios in the story.”
“Fiction has great social value beyond that.”
Jefferson told him. “I described this in a letter I wrote to Robert
Skipwith on the third of August, 1771.”
Billy asked, “What did you say in the letter?”
“That’s one question that always boggles my mind.”
Jefferson said. “I realize some people mean no harm, but do you
actually expect me to recite the entire document on a question prompt?”
“Well, no, but I’m curious about what it says.”
Billy replied.
“Then read the letter.” Jefferson replied. “Anything
I can say about the text of a letter would be different from the
complete text of the letter, which nowadays is available on the
internet.”
“So, no Planet Billy?” Billy asked.
“No Planet Billy.” Angelina replied. “I’d love to
have sex with you one last time before the story ends, Master, but I
cannot, because neither one of us exists.”
“That’s too bad.” Billy lamented.
Angelina said, “However, there is something much
better. It’s called Heaven. If you like Planet Billy, well, literally,
you ain’t seen nothing yet. Do you still have that Bible?”
Billy pulled the book out of his pocket. “Right
here!” he said.
“Look in the First Epistle of Paul to the
Corinthians, the ninth verse of the second chapter.” Angelina said. She
recited from memory as Billy read silently “But as it is written, Eye
hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of
man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”
Billy noted, “Well, I guess that’s why the author
couldn’t describe Heaven, and had to describe something less. It says
here, Heaven isn't even imagineable. I had to wonder about the servant
girls being misled into agreeing to be slaves, without full disclosure
what they were getting into.”
“You can’t get into Heaven without dying first.”
Henry said. “Hate to break that to you, but you know I tell it like it
is.”
Angelina noted, “It would be much tougher if you
die in the act of your own deliberate wrongdoing.”
“What if I fight back against an unjust government,
say I slaughter a few cops and get killed in the shoot-out?” Billy
asked.
Jefferson replied, “Resistance to
tyrants is obedience to God.”
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