ASC Awards Repost: MiSTed: Stolen Memories (9/29)
Rottweiler
MiSTing contains scenes explicitly depicting rape, in both the regular
and
gang varieties. If you don't want to read such scenes, even if they're
being riffed, please skip to Part 4. I'll recap the events of this part
in
the least offensive manner possible at the beginning of Part 4, so
you'll
be able to follow the plot without reading the rape scenes.
[SOL Theater. MIKE and the BOTS enter and take their seats.]
> Article 160 of 418
CROW: That was Muffin!
MIKE and TOM: We KNOW!
> Subject: (Repost) Stolen Memories -3/9 (pre-DS9)
MIKE: How can a story have a Part Minus Three?
> From: hen...@zipper.zip.com.au (Henry Chatroop)
> Date: 1997/01/08
> Message-Id: <5autbp$p...@the-fly.zip.com.au>
> Organization: The Zipsters
> Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
>
> WARNING NC-17 FICTION: This story contains violence
> and sex scenes, if reading about either offends read no
> further. If not read on and enjoy.
>
> The Ed, Red.
>
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>
> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TOM: Well, those are some positive signs!
>
> Stolen Memories
> Part Three
>
>
> Julian came to his senses foggily.
MIKE: His decision to eat Pop Rocks and drink a Coke at the same time
had
not been a good one.
> Bit by bit
ALL: (singing) Row by row, gonna make this garden grow...
> sensations
> registered in his foggy brain.
TOM: His brain must be in London.
> Muscles all over his body,
> from head to toe, ached.
CROW: (Julian) High-impact aerobics is NOT for me.
> His face both stung and throbbed
> where *She* had clawed him.
MIKE: So Alis' evil sister is named "She"? Who is she, God's wife?
BOTS: (chanting) She! She! She! She!
> He was bound,
TOM: To end up working at McDonalds.
> from head to toe
> with bands around his ankles, above and below his knees,
> thighs, hips, waist, chest, wrist, above and below the
> elbows, high up his arm and around his forehead. Clamps also
> head his head in place keeping him from being able to move
> it.
CROW: It looks like somebody has been to one of Harry Houdini's yard
sales.
> He discovered all this and tried to move.
TOM: After learning that he's being held down by twenty bands, Julian
tries
to move, proving that his skull is, in fact, made of scrith.
> His eyes snapped open only to discover total darkness. He
> couldn't see.
MIKE: Then he realized he hadn't opened his eyes after all. Whoops!
> Malicious chuckling reached his ears and he
> became aware of a throbbing ache in his groin, and around
> his manhood.
CROW: Wow, the Joker's gone into the Bris business.
> He realised in the next moment, the weight at
> his hips was not a band but *Her* straddling his hips,
> engulfing his manhood.
TOM: (Julian) Oh, good, it's just *Her*. For a second there, I thought
it
was the Smashing Pumpkins.
> He felt her moving over him, taking her pleasure from
> him.
CROW: And also taking five bucks out of his pocket.
> `If I don't move, If I let her do what she wants, she'll go
> away and leave me alone, he thought inanely.
TOM: Out here, all alone in the hallway, naked, bound and gagged, with
your
johnson flapping about. Good plan, Jules.
> Brain too
> fogged by drugs for rational thought.
CROW: I thought Pinky was the one incapable of rational thought.
> He felt her nails rake down his chest.
MIKE: Oh, she's Madonna.
> A gasp of pain
> almost escaped him, would have escaped, as her nails raked
> over his nipples, but for the fact there was a strip of
> something over his mouth preventing him from opening it.
CROW: It's bacon! She gagged him with the rich taste of bacon!
> Instead he breathed in deeply through his nose and whimpered
> through the gag.
TOM: Y'know, I think it was pretty darned inconsiderate for the authors
not
to supply air sickness bags with this story.
> "It's about time you rejoined the ranks of the living,
> Manling.
TOM: Alis' evil sister IS Emperor Londo Mollari!
> I wouldn't want you to miss all the fun," she
> purred in such a way that a chill raced down Julian's spine
> and a cold sweat broke out all over his body.
MIKE: Mark this down: "Cat-like aliens' purrs are air conditioned".
CROW: Got it.
> Her idea of fun was to inflict as much pain as she could
> possibly do.
MIKE: Last night I was captured by this...
TOM: Vengeful, sadistic Felistian?
MIKE: Exactly. And she subjected me to...
TOM: Hours of excruciating yet sensual torture?
MIKE: Right. I HATE it when that happens!
> Raking his skin with her nails, bitting,
> scratching, flailing his legs with her tail, then winding
> around them and slowly unwinding it.
CROW: How much do you want to bet that Alis' evil sister will eventually
be
sent to jail for tax evasion?
> The pain he was in was incredible.
CROW: Why isn't WESLEY the main character of this story?!?
> And it only got worse.
TOM: She started reading _Stolen Memories_ aloud in a Fran Drescher
voice.
> Every twitch, jerk and arc he made increased the pain in his
> back and from the awkwardness of the position he was bound
> in and his inability to stretch and ease the kinks.
(ALL utter confused murmurs)
MIKE: That sentence needs something... perhaps burial.
TOM: Wait, I'm still trying to make sense of it. "And from the
awkwardness
of the position he was bound in and his inability to stretch and
ease
the kinks." Nope, I'm still stumped.
MIKE: Maybe it's in code. Maybe every letter stands for another letter,
and when you unscramble it, it says "Help! I'm being held
prisoner
in a Chinese laundry." or something.
CROW: All I got out of it was another gratuitous Ray Davies reference.
> He could
> feel the ache in his groin grow stronger and wondered why.
TOM: Viagra?
> All he wanted was to curl up and die,
CROW: To die, to sleep, perchance to dream. Aye there's the rub.
> but, he couldn't
> curl up and he didn't even have the strength to cry. The
> drug she had feed him while he was unconscious stripped him
> of his ability to do so.
MIKE: Me Julian. You evil cat woman. Me was feed drug while me sleep.
> All he could do was whimper through
> the gag and make sub-vocal noises.
CROW: He's bound and gagged and STILL manages to be annoying. That's
so...
so... so Julian!
> She became vicious,
TOM: I guess the biting, scratching and rape were just her way of being
affectionate.
> digging her nails in as she raked
> them over his body, leaving little trails of stinging fire
> in her wake.
CROW: (singing) Goodness gracious, great trails of fire!
> He tail moved over his the jewels of
MIKE: The Nile?
> his
> manhood.
TOM: Ah, the Bashir Family Jewels. AKA the Hopeless Diamond.
CROW: Has anyone been tallying the number of uses of the word "manhood"
so
far? I think we're into triple digits.
> The throbbing increased and so did his efforts to
> escape.
MIKE: He began to dig an escape tunnel while Steve McQueen was in The
Box.
> "You won't cum, yet, it will take a long time for that,"
TOM: His sperm is on back order.
> she purred maliciously, then described exactly what effects
> the drugs she had used on him would have on a manling of his
> age.
CROW: In over two thirds of the cases, new hair was regrown.
MIKE: Certain sexual side-effects may occur.
TOM: Being in the same room as the drug caused less than 5% of subjects
to
spontaneously combust.
> He was horrified. It wouldn't matter if he was conscious
> or not. She could do what she liked.
CROW: Oh, now it's an Apple Jacks commercial.
> Use him and abuse him
> to her black heart's content.
MIKE: Dress him up as Holly Hobby and force him to attend imaginary tea
parties in the back yard.
TOM: (singing) Evil woman...
CROW: (singing) Devil in a blue dress...
> His body would react and he
> couldn't control it's reactions. His horror increased as he
> felt her reach across his body for something, and then he
> felt it.
MIKE: The first pangs of puppy love... er, kitty love.
> A thick needle piercing the skin on his arm.
TOM: So Julian is bound and gagged, and now he's getting a tattoo.
Okay,
we're up to date on this chapter.
> It
> slid through the skin and into his vein.
CROW: Ewan MacGregor IS Julian Bashir in _Trekspotting_!
> "This will give you the strength to remain conscious and
> add sooo much more to the experience, heightening your
> senses ten fold," she purred in his ear.
MIKE: I propose we refer to Alis' sister as de Sade until she gets a
name.
TOM: I second the motion.
> Slowly, but surely, she was proved right.
CROW: Unfortunately, the proof was lost forever. We found the theorem
in
the margins of a notebook.
> He felt new
> strength, but also greater pain.
MIKE: The same effect spinach has on Popeye.
> He lost track of the time,
> completely.
TOM: He completely forgot _Judge Judy_ was on at 4.
> Yet she wouldn't let him slip away in a faint.
CROW: Oooh, oooh. Not slippin' away.
> Each time he was close to doing so,
MIKE: She started blasting her Sepultura albums.
> she slapped his face and
> bit the skin around his hard throat with her teeth making
> him struggle all the harder.
TOM: De Sade is not a very (Jerry Lewis) nice LAY-DEE!
> Then finally sweet relief.
CROW: (Julian) Ahhh, the Gas-X is starting to kick in.
> He
> felt ready to explode.
MIKE: Is he Fat Man, or Little Boy?
BOTS: Little Boy.
> Her rough tongue moved over his
> bruised throat over his jugular, then he felt the pin pricks
> of her fangs on his skin.
TOM: The special guest writer for this chapter is Nancy Collins.
> `Please, god,
CROW: I'm only seventeen.
> don't let her bite me.'
MIKE: (deep voice) This is God. Your prayer is very important to Me,
but
due to unusually high prayer volume...
> Contrary to his pleas, Her teeth pierced his skin and his
> vein just as he began to cum.
TOM: So she's read Marv Albert's _The Joy of Sex_.
> He arched under her scream
CROW: McDonalds and Wes Craven bring you a Happy Meal you won't want to
miss.
> muffled by the gag. He felt her climax around his manhood,
> her venom began to flow through his veins, like fire
> spreading through out his body.
TOM: Could she be doing this for the insurance money?
MIKE: Don't you remember, Tom? In this story, venom is just like
peyote.
> Cold sweat broke out over
> his body.
CROW: His sweat staged a jailbreak?
> His lungs ached for air,
TOM: He's Mike Nelson!
MIKE: Hey!
TOM: No, I mean... never mind.
> then he was lost.
CROW: And Stanley had to find him.
> Plunged
> into the depths of hell.
TOM: (Dante) Who is that guy plunging past us?
CROW: (Virgil) I have no idea.
> For the first time the tears feel,
> unchecked streaming down his face as he moved under her,
> mindlessly thrashing about, thrusting into her.
MIKE: He's like a fish flopping around on a pier.
> He didn't know how long it lasted, or what happened while
> he was out.
CROW: Empires rose and fell.
MIKE: People lived their lives and dreamed their dreams.
TOM: And a pair of people at a tree still waited for Godot.
> He only knew when he finally regained his senses
> she was lying on top of him, sleeping? Her tail was curled
> around his leg and she breathed slowly and softly purring in
> her sleep. Twitching now and then.
CROW: She's probably dreaming about chasing Speedy Gonzales.
> He groaned in pain and shame.
MIKE: Not necessarily in that order, though.
> She still engulfed him and
> the ache in his groin had hardly diminished.
TOM: (Julian) Duh... I wonder if Tylenol works on groinaches.
> While the aches
> and pains across his body were too much to bear.
CROW: Say, where's his girlfriend during all this?
MIKE: (Alis) Hmm. Both my betrothed and my evil, sadistic sister are
missing. Oh well, back to the croquet tournament.
> He slipped
> away into unconsciousness as she stirred.
TOM: She didn't want to have any lumps in her gravy this Thanksgiving.
> Had he known what
> she did to his body whilst he was unconscious
CROW: "Whilst"?
MIKE: Yonder word doth invite jest.
TOM: Forsooth, verily.
> he would have
> thanked what ever god up there had granted him escape in
> oblivion.
CROW: I'm guessing Julian is one of those children of a lesser god we've
heard about.
MIKE: Yeah. Julian's god probably has to work a second job to pay the
celestial rent.
> ***********************************
TOM: An ASCII millipede.
> For three days and nights, she sexually tortured him
CROW: If Anne Heche and David Schwimmer show up, I'm going to lose it.
> until he couldn't tell the reality from the nightmare.
MIKE: On Elm Street.
> The
> times in between when she rested, were hardly respite.
TOM: She made him do one-arm push-ups.
> She
> would bathe his body with ice cold antiseptic solution,
> alternately chilling his skin and leaving a trail of fire in
> her wake where the antiseptic touched his wounds.
CROW: So she's part evil Felistian and part school nurse, I guess.
> Every
> eight hours, she would rip the gag off his mouth making him
> scream
MIKE: Like the scared little girl that he is.
> then almost choke him by sending a stream of water
> into his dry and parched mouth.
TOM: The inside of Julian's mouth is a scorching 98.6 degrees.
> He learned to anticipate it
> and stopped choking after the first three times.
> Food never passed his lips.
CROW: Do not pass lips, do not collect 200 dollars.
> The only sustenance he
> received was coming through the needle inserted in his arm.
MIKE: She hooked him up to a gravy IV.
> Intravenously, mixed with the cocktail of drugs she used to
> bend him to her will.
TOM: Yeah, a couple of cocktails and Julian bends to ANYBODY'S will.
> Only when she went too far and he fainted did he escape
> her torment.
CROW: So our hero's three basic skills are crying, screaming, and
fainting?
Thank you, story.
> And soon came to send prayers of thanks up each
> time oblivion beckoned and pulled him down.
MIKE: Oblivion sounds like a real nice guy.
> An escape from
> the hellish nightmares he was trapped in waking or sleeping.
> Only when he fainted was he free of the nightmare.
TOM: So he changed his name to John Ferguson and stood on a chair.
(TOM hovers onto MIKE's lap. MIKE picks TOM up and ALL leave the
theater.)
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