Extract

She wished to help

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							Extract

	It would be a night to remember; the fireworks lit the sky 
and Sharon couldn't get enough of the candy floss circulating through 
the park.  Everywhere sparklers danced, held aloft by tiny hands, and 
the occasional report of a stay firecracker kept the crowd on a giddy 
edge.  Down by the shoreline, the water reflected countless "safe and 
sane " fireworks displays, and the sounds of celebrations reflected 
across the bay.  Sharon had come to get away from it all; the sounds 
of the city had suddenly become too much for her.  Here, on this 
normally quiet bay, she had always been able to restore her senses, 
and savor a lifestyle deliciously different from her own. Smoke from 
a thousand barbeques filled the air with delicious odors; stinging  
eyes already irritated by spent gunpowder.  She walked over a grassy 
nole and felt panic for the first time. Her breath became short and 
her heart pounded with an uneven resonance.  She slipped to her 
knees, and then to her face, overcome by the freezing grip on her 
neck.

	She awoke a short time later to a sea of concerned faces.  
Briefly able to smile, she slowly rose to a sitting position, and 
steadied herself before rising to walk away from the embarrasing 
scene.  Dismissing the entire episode as an overdose of sugar, she 
resumed her observations as the crowd ebbed about her.  Then it 
struck again, this time about her waist with the same icy grip. She 
took a step forward and went down on her face for the second time.  
This time the icy grip lingered and gradually enveloped her entire 
body.  She felt numb and frightened but was able to retain her 
senses.  As the ambulance pulled into the park, she felt herself 
leaving the comfort of her body.  From above, she watched the EMT's  
work over her body frantically.  With resignation reflected in their 
eyes, she saw them cover her corpse with a flimsy white blanket.  She 
knew she had tasted her last cotton candy.

	She closed her eyes and waited for the rush from the upcoming 
voyage through the tunnel towards the bright light and her desceased 
ancestors that never occured.  After some time, she opened her eyes, 
to find herself drifting above the park on invisible currents of 
air.  It was the most tranquil experience she could remember.  Gazing 
at her body, she realized she had crossed into a spirit realm, for 
although she could discern the outline of her naked body, all other 
detail was hidden in a faint glow.  The crowd was dispersing below 
her now, and she was saddened by the thought of her departure 
interrupting the festivities.  Clouds began to drift below her, 
partially obscuring her view as she slowly drifted upwards.  Rolling 
onto her back, she looked up to see the crystal ship for the first 
time; a formless shape that refracted rainbows of light in all 
directions.  Within moments, she was drawn inside where she was 
bathed in a warm gentle white light.  A voice came to as a father to 
his only child. 

 

	"Welcome Sharon. Thank you for your patience and acceptance.  
We will instruct you as to how to use your new faculties, and where 
to deposit  the extract."



	"Wait a minute," she exclaimed; "Just what are you talking 
about?"



	"Ah, you don't remember; I'll explain.  Do you remember three 
years ago when you looked towards our ship, and asked us to help you 
make a difference in this world?"



	"Obviously, I don't!" She retorted.



	"You were at a turning point in your life, and you gazed 
directly into our ship when you asked," the nurturing voice 
responded.  "Here, we'll show you. . ."

	And with that she felt herself float close to a machine that 
glowed when she arrived.  Two small probes entered her, and she 
relived a time when she was younger and vibrant, filled with love and 
energy.  As she gazed at a nearby rainbow, she was filled with peace, 
and in a silent prayer asked to be led to where she could make the 
most difference in the world.  They had heard, but waited for her to 
plunge into her world of routines and annoyances before they rescued 
her.  She nodded her acceptance and waited for them to teach her what 
she would need to know.  Her wait was short lived, as flashes of 
images along with a myriad of voices began speaking at once.  It was 
organized mental mayhem for a brief eternity until everything 
abruptly stopped, and in a blur she found herself transported to a 
wind-blown vacant gas station in Arizona.  It was like one of the 
scenes from a soda commercial, where everthing was dead, dry, and 
dusty except for the soda machine that was in use continually by the 
motorist who stopped there.  

	She was different now; her figure was slim and beautiful, and 
she found that with a mere thought, she could change her features and 
assets.  Her sexuality was alive and responded to any stimulation 
including the slightest touch and she became obsessed with it.  With 
a mere thought, she could move from one place to another; moving 
through walls and past jet aircraft with the speed of thought.  She 
could hear the thoughts of those nearby, and felt alive throughout 
her entire being, no longer limited by senses and intuition.  She was 
exhilarated, yet driven at the same time, for she knew her purpose 
was to secure as much extract as she could for her friends above.  
She would mate with every man she could, secure his semen, and 
deliver it immediately to the receptical that was always awaiting in 
a nearby dimension.  With newly learned muscular techniques along 
with the retractable probe implanted  in her womb, she could drain 
his reproductive resources; then completely void the precious extract 
while it was at its' most virilent stage in a matter of seconds..  
With her ability to change shapes and personalities at will, her 
donors could be as varied as nature itself

	Her first donor was a middle-aged businessman.  She came to 
him while he studied the Journal in a secluded area of the park.  She 
was blond and sexy, and he couldn't believe his good fortune.  
Jumping behind a growth of bushes, they ravaged each others bodies.  
He tore at her breasts as his throbbing organ smashed into her furry 
mound.  At the height of his passion, the probe automatically 
extended its flexible tube and plunged deep into his urethra, sucking 
every drop of liquid into her pulsing vestibule.  He screamed, 
grabbed his gonads, and rolled off into the dense underbrush in a 
fetal position.  The recepticle appeared from its resident dimension, 
and placing it between the flower of her pussy lips, she forced the 
milky fluid out of her womb.  With a sigh, she quickly restored her 
appearance, and wandered back towards the ball field.  



	"He's had a vascectomy, my dear."  The soothing voice 
returned, chiding her failed first attempt.



	"Damn!" She thought; "I just can't keep doing this!"  She 
winced at its observation, and decided to pursue younger, less 
experienced and more virile material.  She found him playing center 
field, and with a mere twitch of her finger, he trotted towards her 
with his eyes glowing in anticipation.  



	"Hi, I'm M. . . .!" and before he could finish; her lips 
locked onto his and her hand reached for the lumps between his legs.  
Before he could catch his breath, she had his jersey ripped open and 
his pants were being pulled down to his knees.   She was a short-
haired brunette with a jogging outfit, and a luscious tan.  Roughly 
messaging his manhood through his jockeys, she pulled the T-shirt off 
with a smooth motion and planted his hands on her smooth tight 
breasts.  Her tan-lines were all the way to her nipples, and her 
belly had the composure of a refined athlete.  Stripping her shorts 
off with her free hand, she continued to message his manhood, 
concentrating on the glans to stimulate his pre-cum.  When the first 
drops oozed on to her soft hands, she quickly forced him down on his 
back, inserted his manhood, and began pumping fitfully as her hands 
messaged his gonads.  Within just a few moments, she felt his abs 
tighten, and knowing he would soon release, she forced him all the 
way into her depths, to allow the probe easy access.  Her muscles 
began to rythmically draw him deeper into her womb, and just as the 
first ejeculate surged from his prostrate, the probe dutifully found 
his opening buried within the glans, and forced itself down the 
length of his surging organ.  He screamed, and grabbed his gonads, 
now being unmercifully drained of their juices.  She continued to 
rock her hips up and down on his surging manhood until he collapsed; 
his testes the size of two shriveled peas.  Again the receptical 
appeared, and she pumped frothy extract into its chamber while 
feeling her own orgasm building.  As the last threads of his essense 
fell away from her swollen pussy, she fell back and frantically 
stroked her engorged lips. She muffled her screams with the back of 
her hand as a multiple orgasms shook her body in quick succession.  
Again with a sigh, she reconfigured her appearance, and  looked over 
at his exhausted form lying in the tall grass, his deflated manhood 
laying to one side in total exhaustion.   She smiled and turned 
towards the playground across the street.  

	Three young boys were shooting hoops, dodging and darting to 
gain possesion of the weathered, and partially deflated ball.  Within 
just a few moments, Sharon became a substantially younger redhead, 
and ran across the court snaring the ball with one swift motion.  As 
her victims tried to regain their plaything, she quickly lifted her 
dress to reveal nothing underneath.  They froze and their interests 
immediately shifted to her bouncing buns as she skipped back across 
the court and into the equipment room next to the showers.  Within 
moments they were all naked, and she was carefully giving them 
a "crash-course" in human sexuality; she had one of the hairless 
organs in her mouth, one in her anus, and one stroking away 
frantically at her tight little womb.  Their youth was reflected in 
their lack of control as they all climaxed within moments of one 
another, and ran into the shower room shrieking with their first 
conquest.  She sat up, with the probe starting to emerge from her 
tiny lips, and wondered what had just come and gone.  The depository 
appeared but she had precious little to offer, for despite their 
youthful vigor, their extract was just barely adequate in development 
to be of any use. She changed her form into that of the local 
janitor, went below the showers,  and secured the cold water to exact 
her revenge.  Within seconds, the boys ran screaming into the locker 
room amidst the embrace of their soft towels.  She smiled to herself 
as she again changed her form and headed out for her next conquest. 

	The local police were mystified at the two men they had 
found; one cowering in the woods, and the other under the bleachers 
at the local ball field.  Both had told similar stories, but the 
assailant was so different in each case that there was no apparent 
suspect.  She overheard Sgt. Lasky's concerns for the communities 
safety; and touched by sincerity, she waited until he was alone in 
the squad car on his way back to the precinct before she appeared in 
the back seat.  He slammed on the brakes, staring in the rear view 
mirror at her pristine oriental face.  He started to speak, but she 
pressed her lips to his, learning its effectiveness from the center-
fielder.  He only squirmed in his seat for a few moments, and then 
relaxed to allow Sharon full access to him.  She carressed his 
slightly over-weight figure through his clothes, and was able to 
arouse him quickly by applying  gentle pressure to his prostrate.  
Removing his trousers completely, she began oral administrations on 
his engorged member and hastily removed her clothing.  As her face, 
her body was pristine, with clear pale features and tiny buds on the 
tips of her small firm breasts.  His manhood surged, and she took 
advantage of his compromised position to thrust him into her moist 
warm canal.  They held other tightly, slowing building on each 
others' arousal until she began to peak.  Feeling her spasms increase 
along the length of his manhood, he grunted as the first surge of 
knotted, milky substance screamed into his urethra on its way into 
her womanhood.  The first geyser shot past the probe and splashed 
against her womb with such fury that most of it rebounded back out of 
her feminine opening.  Her eyes went wide with surprise, as did his 
when the probe sped down the length of his organ and into his tight 
ball sack.  The both shrieked in a wondrous mutual orgasm, and she 
continued to rub her swollen clitoris against his pubic bone as 
several more orgasms shattered her pristine body.  His eyes were 
glazed and his body limp as the last of his masculine juices were 
drawn into her throbbing vestibule.  She continued to rub against him 
long after he was totally drained and unconscious, savoring the feel 
of his limp, expended organ in womanhood.  Finally, with a twinge of 
regret, she drained his essence, and changed her form for the journey 
ahead - she was getting too well known around  this town. 

	She arrived in the parking lot as they emerged from the 
tavern with more than enough alcohol in their bloodstream.  She 
briskly tried to walk past them, but the larger of the three grabbed 
her arm, and spun her about to face him.  The other two men 
surrounded her, sealing any path of escape and triggering her fight 
or flight reponse. She was now a black goddess, with a light brown 
complexion and large inquisitive eyes. Her muscle tone was highly 
visible through her sheer, form-fitting dress, and her shapely hands 
supported long and beautifully manicured nails.  Spinning around, she 
caught her first victim off guard with a kick to his genitals, and 
the second fell with two rapid blows to his stomach.  The third 
turned to flee, but the combination of too many calories and too many 
beers made him an easy target for her kidney blows and he toppled 
over backwards onto the pavement. The first and second assailants 
rolled to and fro in agony retching from her unexpected assault as 
the third lay flat on his back staring at the stars.  

	Suddenly, the lights went out - the bar was closing.  Near 
panic, she knew the last customers would soon file out to begin their 
journeys home.  She quickly grabbed the two puking drunks by their 
shirts and drug them into the adjacent field; returning quickly to 
grab the third corpse and drag him next to his two companions.  
Ducking low, she waited until the last customers had driven into the 
night, keeping her victims quiet with quick jabs to their gonads when 
they tried to speak.  Finally, with no cars left in the parking lot, 
she rose and with a great deal of effort stripped them.  Stepping 
back to look at their flaccid genitals, she laughed aloud, trying to 
imagine how they could ever satisfy a woman.  The first began to 
stir, and in half-anger, half-repulsion, she grabbed his two gonads, 
and dug her nails deep into his scrotum.  He started to scream, but 
she silenced him with a quick chop to his throat, and continued to 
rip the two creamy organs from his body.  Blood filled the palm of 
her hand and one of the slippery gonads slipped from her grasp and 
fell to his anus suspended by a thin cord.  She pulled the first one 
free with a slight "pop" and grabbed the other dangling gonad, and 
ripped it from his body amidst the sounds of his hoarse screams.  He 
collapsed from the pain. 

	The second victim began to stir, and holding the detatched 
gonads in one hand, she used her free hand to stimulate his flaccid 
manhood.  Although still intoxicated, he soon began to sprout a weak 
erection, and realizing he wasn't quite up to the task she required, 
she closed her large sensuous lips around his manhood and began oral 
stimulation.  Using her tongue in circular motions around his 
glans,   his organ began to throb purplish-red from his arousal.  
With great precision, she placed her nails strategically around the 
base of his hairy scrotum, and with a quick and firm motion detached 
his gonads and part of his organ.  Quickly pincing the base of the 
softening organ, she twisted it completely off of his body - the 
blood spurted from the wound high into the air in a dark geyser 
barely missing her face.  He twisted in agony, and within a few 
moments twitched violently and expired.  She looked at the third 
victim who was still unconscious, and decided to use his stomach as a 
pillow as she reclined on her back. Reaching between her sensuous 
legs, she maintained a firm grip on the base of the detached organ 
with one hand, and inserted the detached gonads, one at a time into 
her moist canal with the other.   She forced them all the way into 
her throbbing womb with the detached organ, and felt the probe extend 
to withdraw their extract at a relaxed pace, knowing the gonads 
wouldn't get up and walk away.  She closed her eyes, and allowed her 
body to complete its designed evolution, thinking that she may have 
discovered a new, and more efficient means to an end. It sure was 
messy, though.

	She was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn't hear the 
taverns' owner approach until it was too late.  He plunged the bowie 
knife into her abdomen, just above her womb.  She screamed and 
struggled to get up, but he threw his large frame onto her reclined 
figure, pinning her to the ground. Blood begin to ooze from around 
the blade as he unzipped his trousers with a free hand and then 
applied direct pressure to her womb, expelling its contents. 



	"So you thought you could neuter my buddies," he drawled as 
he ripped her hand away from her throbbing vulva; "Well I reckon I'm 
just goin' to neuter your ass!"



	With that he plunged his manhood into her wet pussy, forcing 
the knife deeper into her ruptured bladder.  He pumped his massive 
hairy meat into her without mercy, as she started screaming from the 
blood that was flooding her abdomen.  He continued his assault until 
with a giant spasm, he exploded, sending cream deep into her womb.  
Dutifully, the saturated probe extended towards his urethra, and as 
it entered, he quickly withdrew his manhood in surprise.  He was 
pursued by the probe, and upon seeing its glistening head, he grabbed 
it with his free hand pulling it out completely, and severed it 
neatly with the knife he had withdrawn from her.  She screamed again 
and struggled to get up, but he thrust his knee into her stomach, 
leaving her breathless.  He studied the probe for awhile, and then 
rose to his feet, secured his now exhausted manhood, and drug her 
over the grass into a small, semi-hidden shed.  He turned the bare 
light bulb and immediately she saw a set of rusty knives and some 
ropes.  She tried desperately to shift into some other form, but 
without her breath she was could only gasp to maintain her awareness.

	He tied her beautiful hands to the rafters, then picked up a 
large set of pruning shears and cut away her clothing.  He slowly 
spun her body around several times and admired her full breasts 
crowned with dark rippled nipples, and the matted growth of pubic 
hair above her sex.  With a hint of resignation he withdrew the 
larger serrated edged knife and, beginning at her anus, her used 
short sawing motions to bring the blade up her spine to the base of 
her scalp.  She began kicking her feet frantically.  He slid a large 
pan under her body just in time to watch her organs drip down over 
her tight buttocks and into the pan, leaving slimy trails of blood 
where they had been.  She tilted her head back and as shock set in, 
her eyes glazed and her moans ceased.  Her legs began to twitch and 
spasm, and the blood running down between her cheeks was  slowing to 
a trickle.  Within moments, her muscles refused to function, and her 
tortured heart finally quit.  With both skill and great patience, he 
began to cut the skin away from the supporting structures.  It would 
take him the better part of the night to clean and hang her fine 
young skin, but after aging, she would make fine wallets and shoes.  
The morning found him at working over the pan next to a trickle of 
water from the garden hose, preparing her liver for the evening 
meal.  He would dispose of her few remains and his buddies in the 
meat grinder he had just recently purchased, and, with copius amounts 
of food coloring, sell it as hamburger. 



	"We've lost Sharon," he voice spoke softly.  



	His companions paused with a silent showing of both 
compassion and solidarity.  Good enduring help was getting harder to 
find these days, and they would have to wait for a long while before 
another would appear with her tenacity and creativity.