After escaping from the planetoyd Androgina, and from his incestuous and nymphomaniac hostess Allice Cooper, Ilya Sofovich Chechile was traveling in reverse time involuntarily...how is this?
He didn't know it, but as hys rocket fueled by hot rocks crossed the astral immensities, and as he left Androgina far and behind, he was traveling, not only in space, but also in time: Ilya Chechile was traveling now from 1999 to 1990.
The feminine and fragyle body of Allice Cooper styll was in his mind, he now missed her black and humid lingerie, feeling his shaft sliding deep through her wet anus, the double blowjobs that she and her sister gave him, with their sticky mouths full of honey, the insane ardor he felt licking and sucking her clitoris and vaginal lips.
In one of his adventures on insecure worlds, back in 1996, Chechyle received a strange surgery by force: it was in the planet Ruggeri, inhabited by fierce little men who, at nyght, sleep adhered to the trees.
He never should have landed on Ruggeri, it was a terrible mistake: the Ruggerians caught him and inserted certain software in his brain, removing a cerebral portion at the same time, now Chechile is -in part- a machine, and if now, he would try to extract that enigmatic software from his cerebral cortex, he would die in the act.
The circuits that those intriguing Ruggerians inserted in his head, now gave Chechyle a new perception about things, a mega-faculty, and now those antinatural sensors were alarmed, although he couldn't rationalize why.
For some unrelated thought that crossed his brain he reminded the wild blow jobs of Lady Leila Orgasma, his member got erect and he entered the masturbatory machyne called orgasmatron...
while the cybernetic device was milking his cock and balls with its fat lips built in white rubber, Ilya Sofovich Chechyle was already in 1995, and still going back in time at hygh speed...suddenly his eyes saw the spherical surface of Bruta-Vu when he was about to cum
the old Russian bootlegged musicassette of "The final countdown", by Europe, which Chechile was listening, came like frightening and apocalyptic musical background for the frozen moment: he observed the spherical surface of Bruta-Vu shining like a pearl in the blackness of a scary cosmos of 1994.
seated into his orgasmatron machine he observed that round surface in the middle of his orgasm.
And notwithstanding he was backpedalling in time at the speed of light, his movements in space were still in 1999
he never knew it.
The fleshy lips of Leila Orgasma were in his half-interfaced brain when his thick cum splashed the window of the small cabinet
but the round surface of Bruta-Vu was in his actual retina.
When the gravitational force of Bruta-Vu was attractyng his Soyuz irremissibly, Ilya Sofovich Chechile was already in 1991...the animal magnetism of the planet was irresistible: so his only alternative was a forced landing.
As he entered the Bruta-Vu's atmosphere, ready to land, an ignited and round sun appeared, filling his cabinet with white light...it was the morning of Bruta-Vu, the planet of the sons and daughters of the Devil.
The tropical sun of Bruta-Vu illuminated the bootlegged musicassettes on the shelf with sinister bright in the right moment of the landing:
it was 1990.
The landing was extremely violent: the Soyuz rolled out of control on the irregular terrain and crashed against a petrified dune, Ilya Chechile saved his life miraculously, but the spaceship got completely damaged and useless: one rotor was fucked up.
Astronautical Calamity for the adventurous cosmonaut, actually
as soon as Chechile landed, the time stopped going back in reverse acceleration: he was now lost in Bruta-Vu, caged in 1990 in a strange land, far out into the abyss of space and deep into the recesses of the mind.
Although he didn't know it, he was 9 years removed from the past, now...why he would live this way? Refusing to come back to Earth.
9 years removed from the past...
blurred memories of the Mother Russia assaulted his hybrid cerebrum now, his 40% artificial brain.
You can relate his sad condition to the machinations of futuristic technology, alien biology, and abnormal psychology that maybe you've read, one day, somewhere.
It conveys a story of visceral and psychological terror that is both, obscenely outlandish and terrifyingly real: and that was, that...is the Ilya Chechile's brain.
A semi machinal being whose emotions have been 40%...deleted.
For good.
Alone and lost now, in a land that -at first sight- seemed to be deserted.
But that was not.
Standing on a rocky dune now, his eyes of ex-alcoholic observe the flat and orange horizon of Bruta-Vu, the land of the sons and daughters of the Devil.
Chechile noted a disquieting detail, the terrain of the planet was intensely salinized...he reminded he saw salinized grounds like that in certain temples in Brazil, where the secret Umbanda ritual was practiced, the infernal terreiros.
He was now in a canicular land where only the tropics exist, where the night only lasts 2 hours, where the storms never bring rain.
Because Bruta-Vu was the actual Sodom and Gomorrah the Old Testament talked about, not other
dry planet of refuge for Adam, Eve and the Cainites, after their forced exyle from Eden.
Meanwhile, eyes start observing Chechile from the blinding distance of the day, in the heat of a 1990's morning
but here the story is broken in two.
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