The Malevolent Doctor Saturn stepped closer to examine his new captives, his beady eyes bright with glee behind their thick space goggles, his cruel mouth grinning like a barracuda’s. “Yes!” he exulted. “Lance Storm – the only man who could ever defeat me! And Eros of Orgasmia – the other only man who could ever defeat me! Both helpless!” He peered more closely at the third figure, pinching a youthful cheek suspiciously. “Cadet Timmy alive? Impossible! I thought I pushed you into a bottomless pit!”
Guess it wasn’t as bottomless as you thought, Baldy! the lad wanted to retort, but his voice would not work. He could only respond to orders from Dougie, and Dougie was out like a light. He and Lance could do nothing but go on kissing and groping; they had received no instructions to stop.
“Well, no matter. When I listened in on your space radio signals, I thought I was just getting a chance to grab some pizza. But this is a scene of which I’ve always dreamed! The mighty Lance Storm, at my mercy at last!” He poked his nemesis in the stomach with a bony finger, then maliciously kicked him in the shin. Lance showed no reaction, of course. “Bah! That’s no fun! Say ‘ow’ when I hurt you, blast it!” He kicked Lance in the ass, and the helpless heroes rocked on their feet, still locked in their compelled embrace.
“Humph!” sneered the fiend. “Well, if you’re so into necking, you can keep right on doing it – while you slowly die of hunger and thirst! And I’ll watch! Now that’s entertainment!” Cackling madly, he pranced over to the stone form of Eros. “And you too will watch, my pretty statue. I don’t know if you’re alive or aware, but I hope you are! Watch this!” The brute hurled himself at Lance and Timmy, shoving, and the clinched pair toppled to the floor – where they continued their helplessly-programmed lovemaking.
“Haaa! It’s too rich!” the villain chortled, doubling over and slapping his thigh. Convulsed with laughter, he didn’t hear the sound of running feet approaching until they were close. Then he leapt up, amazed at the sight of Mel, Chip and Rusty rushing toward him.
“Wait! Who are you? What’s going on?” The Malevolent Doctor Saturn frantically tried to grab for a weapon. But Mel wrested the villain’s own raygun away, Rusty yanked the Puppetron Helmet off the felled Dougie’s head, and Chip grabbed up the petrifying ray from where it had fallen. In seconds, the arch-criminal was helpless, pinned like a baby in Mel’s massive arms.
“You can’t do this!” he groaned. “Not in my moment of triumph! Not fair!”
Chip stoically advanced on the struggling evildoer and tapped him firmly on the forehead with one steel finger, knocking him out instantly.
Rusty now lifted the infamous helmet and calmly placed it on his own head. He looked down at the prone Ensign Dweeberman, and a colorful beam of light shot out to touch the errant archiver’s head. “Wake up, Dougie,” Rusty ordered.
The young man’s eyes instantly flickered open, then registered shock and chagrin as he realized what had happened to him.
“You forgot a basic fact about the Puppetron,” Mel grinned, “despite mentioning it yourself. Tell him, Chip.”
“Pup-pet slaves are con-trolled by psych-ic link, o-ver a-ny dis-tance,” the robot recited.
“So all the time you were gloating over Lance,” Rusty explained, “he was sending us a telepathic order to come and rescue him! By the time we got here, he’d told us exactly what to do – just as he’s talking through us now.”
Tell him to release us from the Puppetron’s power, Lance thought.
“Release them from the Puppetron’s power,” Rusty ordered.
“Lance and Timmy,” said Dougie helplessly, “you’re released from the Puppetron’s power.”
The pair slumped, taking a moment to adjust to having control of their own bodies again. Then they rose to their feet, stretching. “Great work, men!” Lance commended. “You know what I need next, Rusty.”
Lieutenant Armboy did: “Dougie, obey Lance as you would me.”
“Thanks,” Lance nodded. “Now then, ensign, answer this: Is there a way to turn Eros back?”
“Yes,” the erstwhile renegade admitted.
“Do it,” Lance commanded.
Unable to stop himself, Dougie lurched to his feet and took the petrifying raygun from Chip’s hands. He spent a moment adjusting the various knobs and dials on its side. Then he aimed it at the marble figure and fired a beam of white light.
Color washed across the statue’s surface, its hard stone softening into warm, pliant flesh once again. Eros gasped as his petrified muscles returned to normal, lowering the raised arm and closing his mouth. His gaze swept across the two rocket crews who, together, had saved him. “Thanks, guys,” he said gratefully. “I owe a debt to all of you – and you’ll love the ways I think of to repay it.”
Lance and Timmy beamed joyfully. The other three could not react without being ordered to, but the eyes of Mel and Rusty did seem to light up. Chip’s eyes, of course, were glittering already.
“As for you…” Eros looked at Dougie gravely. “I’m afraid you’ve reached a point where there’s only one thing I can do for you.” Taking the motionless young man in his arms, he gave him a slow, sensual kiss. Then the tiny, retractable barb emerged from the tip of his alien tongue, pricking the soft flesh inside the Earthling’s mouth. A rush of erotic sensation crashed through Dougie Dweeberman’s mind and body, more powerful than anything the human species can cope with. His senses utterly overloaded, he sagged in Eros’ arms. His former victim gently lowered him to the floor, limp as a wet washcloth except for his rigid cock.
“You have what you wanted, Dougie. Enjoy,” said Eros softly. Lifting the raygun from the ensign’s slackened grasp, he pointed it at him and fired. All color drained from the slumped figure, leaving only an image in stone – suspended in a state of mindless, orgasmic ecstasy that would last an eternity.
“At the end of the battle with the Malevolent Doctor Saturn,” Eros announced, “Ensign Dweeberman was struck by a petrifying ray-blast.” He smiled sadly. “I want his record to end that way. He didn’t ask for what happened to him.”
Lance nodded. “It could have happened to anyone.”
But it had happened to Dougie for a reason. A week earlier, in a private room in a Paris hostel, the young man’s nude body had collapsed in a state of erotic bliss, his head cradled in Eros’ lap. “I still can’t believe this is real,” he sighed happily. “That I’ve really met you, that we’ve... When I sent you that letter, and that photo of myself, I never really thought you’d reply.”
“How could I resist a face like yours?” said Eros, and grinned as Dougie compulsively shot another load, splattering all over the wall. “Oh, good!” cried the Orgasmian. “Cover up as much of that ghastly wallpaper as possible!”
Dougie moaned and squirmed, helplessly obeying until every drop of cum in his body was violently discharged. His emptied cock continued to twitch spastically, until Eros laughed, “Okay, that’s enough! You’re dry!” He ran a finger across Dougie’s lips, wiping off his own silver cum. “Here, have some more,” he smiled, giving the finger to Dougie to suck.
“You know,” he continued, “what really intrigued me about your letter – besides the obvious – was when you mentioned your statue experiments. What ever happened to all those white mice and bunnies, anyway? Are they still stoned?”
“Oh, no!” exclaimed Dougie from around his finger. “I wouldn’t do that to those cute little critters – or to anyone! As soon as I’d taken my notes, I turned them all back to normal. They seem to remember everything, but there were no harmful aftereffects.”
“Good to know,” mused Eros. “In fact, that’s exactly what I wanted to know. Meeting you has been a real experience, Dougie. Though, sadly, an experience you’re not going to remember when you leave.”
“Oh, no!” Dougie gasped. “No, pl- “
“Shut up and freeze,” said Eros calmly. Dougie stiffened, his mouth hanging open, blissed out by the wild thrill of being totally in Eros’ power. “You see,” the Orgasmian continued, “what you’re feeling right now is the one kind of sexual pleasure that I’ve never had. For me, being dominated by anyone has always been just an impossible dream. But you, Dougie Dweeberman, are that one special man who can make my dreams come true... ”
What he hadn’t dreamed, of course, was that Dougie’s obsessive passion would want to keep him stoned for all time. As much as he savored the newfound thrills of domination and petrification, he didn’t want to never see Lance and Timmy again – or to spend the rest of a long existence serving the sexual needs of only one man. For Eros of Orgasmia, the same view would always pall.
Dougie, by contrast, would be perfectly happy never thinking of anything but Eros again, frozen in an eternal state of tongue-whammy. But he really would have to start being more careful. If Dougie had had a life to begin with, he could have really screwed it up.
“Hey!” exclaimed Timmy. “What happened to the Malevolent Doctor Saturn?”
Sure enough, while everyone had been distracted by the flashback, the villain had come to and made his escape!
“He’s getting away!” cried the cadet, just as he always did.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get him next time,” said Lance with confidence, just as he always did. “Right now our biggest priority is getting our ASFR comrades back to their old selves. I bet you can’t wait, huh, guys?”
“Tell the truth,” Eros added with a sly smile, already suspecting what it would be.
“Um…well, actually,” Mel grinned, “being both Eros’ slave and your puppet at the same time would be pretty damned hot, Lance! Couldn’t I stay like this for a while?”
“Yeah, please?” Rusty echoed. “That would be awesome!”
Lance and Timmy exclaimed delighted glances. “What about you, robot?” the cadet asked.
“Un-it has no free will,” Chip stated flatly. “But if un-it did, un-it would choose to re-main ro-bot.”
Eros’ eyes twinkled. “We’ve all still got leave for a few days. I don’t see why anyone would object.”
“Say!” exclaimed Timmy. “We’ve been making plans for the biggest funeral in Earth history! Won’t it be a hoot when you show up alive? It’s sure gonna change the mood!”
“Instant Mardi Gras!” laughed Eros. “I always did like Tom Sawyer. Though Huck was the studly one.”
“Can I be Huck?” purred Lance. “I’ll let you take a ride on my raft...”
“Hey, what about me?” laughed Timmy.
“Oh, you can be Becky,” Eros promised. “There’s an old pinafore around here somewhere. Everybody gets to play.” He thought of the thousands who would be at his funeral. “Everybody.”
“Why are you so good to us?” sighed Lance.
“With great power comes great responsibility,” Eros smiled. “Now get down on your knees and suck.”
All contents of this story have been cleared for release by the Allied Space Fleet Rocketeers. Call your ASFR recruiting center today!
*Despite this title appearing both in the next-issue blurb and on the cover of Thrilling Planets # 31, the lead story in that issue was actually titled “Lance Storm and the Invasion of the Nastyons”.
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