Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 14:53:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Penis-Snakes on a Plane, Conclusion

			  PENIS-SNAKES ON A PLANE
		 Conclusion: Approaching the Landing Strip
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Charles Fogarth rested breathlessly after he had concluded his second
assault. All he had to do after infecting the first few was to thrust his
prongs into the general vicinity of a victim and the infected men would
find their own cocks joining in the fray. Would these fools figure this out
before they were all infected or not? Oh, well, a rest and then a third
sally ought to finish off any surviving uninfected males. After that, if
they caught him, it really wouldn't matter, things would be as complete as
any one man could complete them, the American authorities couldn't possibly
keep such a thorough contagion contained...

     And the influx of light suddenly from overhead caught him by surprise,
blinding him after his long confinement in the darkened and cold
compartment. Hands reached for him and he struggled, no, no, not yet, not
yet! He squirmed and tried to will his body to reach out again, he had to
finish, he couldn't be stopped yet, he couldn't, he couldn't! All he could
do was scream incoherently as he was hauled up through the hatch into the
passenger compartment! He hadn't known there was one!

                            * * * * *

     Mark Hardesty grunted in satisfaction as the Marines helped haul the
terrorist out of the baggage compartment. "Lock him in business with the
other infected victims. We're only an hour out of Atlanta now. We've got to
get to his hiding hole. He can't have come aboard this flight already
infected, he must have injected himself shortly before the first assault."
The Marines were dragging the struggling man toward the back of the
plane. After the second assault, there was more than enough room in first
class for the eight men who had escaped the invasions of the
penis-snakes. Not counting the three man flight crew, of course. They had
been innocent and protected throughout, the cockpit had its own air supply
and the vents to it didn't connect to the rest of the airplane. Eleven men
still unaffected of the two hundred who had boarded the plane! Well, now
they had the source, and with any luck, these eleven at least could be
ferried to safety in Atlanta. Now for the terrorist hidey-hole....

     He found it easily enough, most boxes in this compartment were far too
small to have held a human being; he assumed the terrorist had slipped
aboard as freight. Sure enough, the solitary large box was opened at one
side, the inside of it holding an empty canteen of water, empty food
wrappers, a container that stank (for good reason given its purpose) and a
sleeping bag that had cushioned the owner's body throughout
who-knew-what. The man must be a mass of bruises underneath his clothes,
such as were left on his body after those cocks had erupted out of his
crotch.

     "Aha!" he grunted in satisfaction as he found the vial. Hoping the
container label contained the chemical formula was too much, but at least
he could give the vial to the scientists and hope they could figure out
some sort of antidote. It had been a nightmare, but the worst of it was
finally over. He hoped.

                            * * * * *

     The "Seatbelt" light coming on was a blessing. The lone infection-free
steward, Brad, was checking the fastenings and generally behaving like an
overprotective hen. He couldn't be blamed, he was young and fresh out of
stewards training, and really overwhelmed. There was a single Marine, Joe,
a single sailor, Kevin, a couple of businessmen who had survived the second
assault by hiding out in the restrooms (the same one, a case of avoiding
sex by having sex), a young man named Lee who'd been in the back of coach,
and a couple of college-aged football players traveling to a tryout with
the Miami Dolphins. And Hardesty, of course.

     The voice of the captain came over the intercom. "We have been cleared
for immediate landing. However, please do not attempt to disembark until
the emergency personnel have cleared the business and coach classes. This
is the opposite of our normal procedure for disembarking, of course, but
the circumstances here are anything but normal. You will be met by doctors
to check you over and must expect a period of quarantine."

     The sailor, Kevin, moaned when he heard that. "Shit! I get two weeks'
leave and am going to spend the whole fucking time locked up in medical
quarantine. I'd've been better off if I'd gotten fucked by the
penis-snakes, at least I'd've gotten some."

     His seat-mate, Lee, chuckled. "I know what you mean. I fell asleep and
wake up hours later to find everyone else on the plane has been gang-fucked
by a swarm of horny pricks!"

     "At least we're safe here." Kevin stretched back in the luxurious
first-class seat. "And first-class seating, too." He stretched his broad
body and put his muscled arms behind his head. "I could get to enjoy this."

     "Me, too." Lee said and unobtrusively unbuckled his pants. From the
fly, out snaked a single penis-snake. As it reached up and out, it spit
into two, the two reached further and became four, the four reached further
and became eight. These eight penis-snakes sidled around Kevin without
touching him until he was completely surrounded and then all plunged to
ensnare him at once.

     His exclamation was stifled before it was born as one cock was waiting
for his mouth, it plunged in and snuffed out the sound at its base. His
upper appendages were pinned by four more at both upper and lower
arms. This left two more free which sidled up his pants legs. One balled
about his crotch, capturing his cock in a python's coil-like grip, the
other was seeking to bury itself into his ass.

     Kevin was worming about but his arms were unable to break loose and
unfasten the seatbelt. He was held down as the plane began its downward
spiral toward the landing pad. Lee's cock broke into Kevin's virgin ass and
he moaned and writhed. Lee's response was to drive it in deeper and he
promptly orgasmed in both Kevin's ass and mouth. Kevin choked, gulped on
the hot, white flood and to his mortification, his own prick decided that
sex was sex and burst hot sailor's jizwads out into his jockstrap, soaking
it utterly and turning his white pants semi-transparent. Inside the
interior after he had splattered himself, the cock-snake inside could be
plainly seen and the wet material broke and the penis-snake within reared
its head up and sprayed white goo up and over the hapless sailor's chest.

     The prick in Kevin's mouth left it and was replaced with a
fully-charged one that resumed face-fucking him. Drained, Kevin quit
struggling, and of the eight prongs, six relinquished him and reached for
the two businessmen in front of them.

     The two men, Michael and Richard, found themselves attacked by three
prongs each, one on each arm and the third stuffing itself into their
mouths. This was the scene that caught Mark Hardesty's attention, the
squirming of the men as they were held in place and mouth-fucked by the
penis-snakes.

     "What the hell is this?" he demanded as he reached for his seatbelt.

     "Sir, your seatbelt!" Brad called. "You need to stay strapped down,
the plane is going to land and you'll fall!"

     "No time for that!" Hardesty snapped. "We've still got infected
passengers in first class!"

     Joe, the Marine, also unstrapped and they ran for the struggling
businessmen. Hardesty grabbed two of the cocks and wrested them free, from
Michael's mouth and right arm. Too late, the prick in his mouth was
dripping come from a recently-discharged ejaculation.

     "Shit!" Hardesty growled. "It got them!"

     Joe was pulling at the pricks attacking Richard, he got the arms free
and Richard reached for the one fucking his mouth, and then both he and Joe
were attacked by more penis-snakes.

     From Kevin. His crotch had sprouted more of the dangerous dongs and
they involved themselves in the fray.

     "You have to stop the descent!" Brad was calling into his intercom to
the cockpit. "You have to stop the descent, we're under attack back here in
first class! Pull back up, don't attempt to land!"

     And the plane tilted, not heavily, as the flight path adjusted, and
Hardesty and Joe both went tumbling, the penis-snakes coming after
them. Behind them, the pants of both Michael and Richard were beginning to
stir, soon they, too, would be part of the attack on the few remaining
passengers.

     The plane leveled off and went back to circle the field once
again. Beneath them in the darkness, the flashing lights of the emergency
vehicles flashed in reds, yellows and blues, an ineffectual light display.

                            * * * * *

     Up in the cockpit, the flight crew were in contact with the
ground. "Roger that." the co-pilot Stuart replied. The other co-pilot Mason
and Captain Rogers was busy with the plane controls of course, so close to
a city. "New orders, from Homeland Security. We aren't landing at Atlanta
any longer. Instead, we divert for Robbins Air Force Base. We're ordered to
assume that everyone on board the plane is infected save for the flight
crew."

     "So we're the only three left." Mason said, smiled. "How about that?"

     "Lucky for us the cockpit has the independent air supply." Rogers
clarified. "No place for those man-snakes to slither in here."

                            * * * * *

     Outside, in first class, Hardesty was fighting for his very life! Joe
had been overcome by the penis-snakes, who had wrapped him up and were now
almost leisurely fucking his mouth and ass as he whimpered until the sound
was cut off by the cock in his mouth filling it full of come. Poor guy,
he'd fought the good fight.

     As for Hardesty, he had been forced to fight a defensive battle
against the five cocks aimed at him. He had trapped two of them between his
legs and clamped on tight. The cocks had retaliated by beginning their
fuck-thrusts, but Hardesty didn't care, he was counting on that. Catching
another two cocks, one under each arm, he was able to clamp the final one
in his hands and hold it away from his face. If any more came his way, he'd
be totally vulnerable. The other cocks, though were busily raping the rest
of the remaining virgins in first class. Every man now was being penetrated
by the dick-snakes...except for Hardesty, damn it!

     The cock between his hands squirted jizz and he crowed in triumph as
it blasted harmlessly to one side. "Yeah, that's it, come on, you damned
fuck tools, squirt that jizz, squirt it all, I don't fucking care, long as
it don't get inside me!"

     The cocks sprayed, Hardesty's clothes were soaked by the splatter, but
he didn't care. He'd won another round, by God! When these pricks were done
squirting, he let them go, and they shriveled back towards their owners,
Michael and Richard. Those two worthies were understandably wiped out by
their own pricks' actions, nobody has over two dozen orgasms over the
course of a few minutes without ending up only semi-conscious.

     By that same measuring stick, Hardesty saw that he was the sole
surviving non-infected person. If they didn't land soon, his ass was going
to be rammed royally by (pause to calculate, eight by seven) fifty-six hard
dongs. He didn't want to think what that many dicks would do to his still
unplucked virgin asshole! Well, they'd be down soon and...

     It was the first time he'd had the chance to notice. They weren't
landing! They were climbing, gaining altitude! What the fuck?

     A look out the nearest porthole confirmed they were no longer over
Atlanta. And for the love of God, the penis-snakes were beginning to stir
again! So soon!

     Hardesty gulped, hard. He had to get to the cockpit. Now!

                            * * * * *

     There came a call on the intercom. Stuart took it, and listened, then
said, "Captain, Agent Mark Hardesty wants to enter the cockpit."

     "Is he joking?" Captain Rogers replied. "We were ordered to assume
everyone on board was infected!"

     "He claims that he was able to fight off the third attack and needs to
reach safety before the penis-snakes rise again. The cockpit is all we have
left."

     Being captain involves taking risks. "I see." Captain Rogers
nodded. "It's another hour to Robbins. Very well, let him in."

     Hardesty darted inside when Stuart opened the door. Beyond, Stuart
could see that the first class section was rampant chaos. Those poor
bastards, the penis-snakes now seemed to be in constant action. He shook
his head and then closed the door as a penis-snake wormed its way toward
the fresh male meat.

     "Four of us left." Hardesty said as he looked around and the plane
flew on in the darkness. "Only four of us left."

     "They'll take good care of us at Robbins." Mason assured him.

     "Is that where we're going?" Hardesty asked.

     Mason nodded. "Robbins Air Force base."

     Hardesty sank into a fourth chair, used for trainee pilots,
supervisors, or just plain guests in the cockpit. He was dog tired. Good to
be safe at last, by God! Good to be safe at last!

                            * * * * *

     An hour later, the plane approached Robbins Air Force Base. This time,
the landing strip was surrounded by men, lots of men. They were armed with
every kind of weapon ever heard of and a few most hadn't. Not that it
mattered at this point.

     Stuart radioed for landing and was given the go-ahead. "All clear for
landing." he told the captain.

     "We'll let them unload the passengers and carry them off to quarantine
before we attempt to disembark." Rogers responded. "After all, there's no
hurry to unload us. We're not infected."

     "You got that right." Mason agreed, and Rogers looked back at him and
Hardesty.

     Hardesty was still in the fourth chair, but he wasn't alone any
longer. Four cocks, two of Rogers' and two of Stuart's, were holding him in
place, while Mason gave him all eight of his. Hardesty was sucking them one
at a time, sucking and draining them each in turn; by the time the eighth
would be sucked dry, the first one would be ready to go again. For Mason,
it was a constant and unending source of pleasure, orgasm after orgasm
after orgasm.

     Rogers brought the plane into position at the docking bay. When it was
done, and the noises of unsealing came over the intercom, he locked the
board and settled back. "Well, nothing to do until they get everything
clear." he announced. What are we going to do while we wait?"

     Stuart said. "I suggest we give Mason a rest."

     "Sounds good to me."

     "I could use a break." Mason admitted.

     He pulled away as the other two flight officers brought their other
cocks into play. Two for holding, six for pleasure. Hardesty squirmed as
they pulled his pants down and groaned as his ass was now, finally, fully
penetrated by one of Rogers' cocks.

     "I'll take his ass. You can have his mouth." Rogers informed
Stuart. Rank has its privileges.

     Hardesty moaned again, this time in a sound of despair.

     "Oh, don't fret about it, Agent Hardesty." Stuart told him as he slid
his cock into Hardesty's mouth. "We won't tell on you. You can get out of
here and out into the wide, wide world with a bit of luck. You just have to
hold onto your urges for a short time and after the first few hours, the
effects are entirely at your command, you only sprout penis-snakes when you
want to. Only you'll find you want to do it every chance you get. I know I
do."

     Hardesty moaned again, in a different note, and this time Rogers
recognized it for what it was. He released one of Hardesty's arms and
Hardesty used his freed hand to grab and pump the cock which had held him
hostage. Stuart freed his other arm and Hardesty grabbed him with the other
hand.

     "I figured you'd come around." Rogers smiled. "We get enough men on
our side..."

     "And what better place to start than an Air Force base?" Mason chipped
in.

     "...we can spread our special brand of joy to the entire world."

     Hardesty moaned again, which was choked off as spunk hit his ass,
mouth and both sides as the four busy cocks sprayed him nearly all at
once. Hardesty's own cock stirred, rose and began to branch out.

     And outside, diligent men in the course of their duty, were busily and
unknowingly unloading the seeds of their own destruction.

				  THE END
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