Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Edmund's father dropped dead from a heart attack to no one's surprise. He had always been a heavy smoker, drinker, eater, and television watcher. His youngest son saw his opportunity, collected a tiny portion of the life insurance and left the farm for the city...not the big city, but a city at least. Everything went great at first....he found an unfurnished mobile home that he could rent dirt cheap and he got a job washing dishes at a very swanky restaurant. With any luck, he was told, an energetic young man like Edmund could work his way up to waiter in no time. Edmund even made enough extra to buy an old tv set at Goodwill. He signed up for the cheapest cable package possible (19.99 per month for local and religious programming). Life was good so far. He'd even managed to save a few hundred bucks of the insurance money. All Edmund needed now was the thing he wanted most....a female, hopefully a hot one with a cute ass and nice fat breasts.

Edmund was a fit, clean cut, clean living dude...and of course he had a job. His problem was that talking to women made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Our young man worried that they could read his mind and find out all the incredibly funky stuff he wanted to do with their bodies....like squeeze their boobs and ass. Edmund just hadn't gained much experience out there on the farm. He was in fact what one might label something of a dweeb. About one girl in a million actually likes that kind of guy but he had only had the misfortune of meeting the other 999,999 who wouldn't have cared less if he'd simply dropped dead.

Sometimes Edmund worked with a guy named Nick. Nick was older, nearly 30. He lived with some girl and had a kid. Nick didn't talk much, he spent most of his spare time smoking and sneaking sips from a bottle in his cowboy boots. Edmund didn't really have a problem with Nick except for the crappy country CD's the guy played all night at the diner. Our fresh faced lad hated any kind of music played loud...including country. It reminded him of his dad who owned every Garth Brooks record ever made...really, even the bootleg ones from the web.

Well one night while busing tables Edmund found himself looking at the girls in the place even more than usual. Nick noticed and just out of the blue decided to do something about it.

"Hey Eddie."

"Yeah," Edmund replied. "Is something wrong? I'll pick up the pace, just a little tired I guess....these seventy hour workweeks are catching up with me."

"Err, yeah," Nick answered. "I'm sorry about calling in three times last week...but the weather is real nice and I never could pass up a chance to go fishing and drinking..know what I mean? Thanks for filling in."

"Sure Nick, its cool...I like the extra cash...I'm trying to save for a bed...my back's been bothering me sleeping on the floor of the trailer all the time."

"Actually," Nick said. "Speaking of beds...that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about. I'm thinking that all this work has been stopping you from getting pussy dude...you look real horny to me...you're even ooogling the fat chicks man. You don't want no fat pussy Eddie...eat you outa house and home. Believe me dude, my second wife was fat, she ate up all the grub I bought and drank up my beer...fuckin' bitch...dammit! She wouldn't leave until I told her I was gay and in love with her dad."

"I'll keep that in mind Nick, thanks for the advice. I know its pretty obvious I need a girlfriend I guess. Girls don't seem to like me..to square I guess...I dunno."

"Bullshit!" Nick almost shouted. "Fuck this shit for a few, let's go outside where we can talk man to man....and I can smoke."

Edmund didn't like going out back cause the dumpster smelled like shit since the weather had turned off warm, but he followed Nick anyhow....a little surprised that Nick was talking, much less talking to him.

Nick fired up a smoke and got his bottle out...he took a swig and offered it to Edmund. The kid didn't want to appear unfriendly so he took a nice drink. The brandy burned like fuck but our hero tried to stay cool. "Good shit, huh?" Nick grunted before taking another drink. Edmund passed on seconds. His toes were already tingling like mad. He was not stranger to liquor, his older brothers had gotten him drunk lots of times. However, he'd stayed straight as a pencil since hitting the city. It seemed like the best thing to do until he got his bearing.

"Look man, why don't you try the Grounded Duck. There are lots of horny babes there...that's where I picked up my old lady. I didn't know she was knocked up and all...but shit that pussy is so good I ain't complaining. Course she has started bitchin' a lot about me gettin' another job and finding someplace to live besides my grandma's basement....but hey, that's the kind of shit you get from any woman...know what I mean?"

"What's the Grounded Duck?" Edmund asked...his interest obvious.

"Its a club dumbass, they don't play my kind of music but there are always a shitload of hotties in there shakin' their ass to that hippie shit they play. You ought to check it out man...I'll write the address down for you, and since I owe you one...or three, I'll work you shift for you tomorrow night so get yer ass on down there and find yourself some meat to slam dude."

This all seemed like a good idea to Edmund, besides he'd never actually been to a club..having just turned 21 a couple of weeks earlier. "Thanks for the tip Nick."

"No problem," the other man said before farting loudly, spitting out some phelgm, and taking a last draw on the smoke.

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Edmund showed up at the Grounded Duck just as the place was filling up. He saw girls, lots of girls...tall ones, short ones, skinny ones, fat ones....girls with big boobs, girls with no boobs....girls that looked bored, and lots of girls that were already drunk. The music was so loud it hurt our heroes ears and he nearly choked on the cigarette and marijuana smoke. He wondered how in heck was he going to talk to a girl when he couldn't hear damned thing? Edmund ordered a beer, was dismayed at how much it cost him and worked his way into the crowd.

A drunk almost knocked Edmund's beer out of his hand before the lad could find a place to sit. He managed to get a chair close to the dance floor so as to check out the hottie's shaking their stuff. The thought passed through his mind that he should ask someone to dance but he just couldn't quite get up the nerve...it didn't freakin' help that he had no idea about how to bust a move...any move... So, he passed the time watching the gyrating, sweaty bodies in tight jeans and skimpy tops. It wasn't a bad way to waste some time but he sure as heck wanted to talk to one of the many drunken babes that grabbed his attention. Nick was right about the number of women packed in the joint....but maybe Edmund should have asked how to pick one of them up when you were to fucking shy to approach anybody...period.

The expensive beer tasted good, Edmund was on his way to grab his sixth when his eyes almost dropped out of his head. She was easily one of the most lovely creatures on earth. The girl sat at the bar. He hadn't noticed her at first cause her back was turned. When he elbowed his way up to get a beer, that's when he found himself face to face with....her. She smiled and turned back to talk to somebody behind the bar. Edmund reckoned that his heart was about to stop any second. The girl was slender and petite....her hair was dark and short, and her eyes were huge dark pools of mystery and magic. Her eyebrows, lips, nose, teeth...all were perfect. There was something exotic about her..something unusual. The girl was slender intoxication....her fine long neck screamed at Edmund that it needed to be kissed. The lad felt something stirring mightily in his pants. Highly alarmed, he got his beer and half ran back towards his table...thank goodness it was dark. The beer was downed in two long gulps just as an announcement came over the PA.

"AND FOR ONLY THE BEST, MOST SLAMMIN' JAMS IN TOWN...PLEASE GIVE A BIG GROUNDED DUCK WELCOME TO THE HOTTEST DJ IN THE ENTIRE REGION........OUR VERY OWN...THE ONE AND ONLY...LOVELY AND WICKED NYDISAH LATOUCHE!"

Edmund barely took note of the words except they were to loud just like the music. He strained his neck hoping for another glimpse of the goddess from the bar. Then another voice came over the PA...a female one...

"Hellooo out there, are you guys ready for a real party to get started....?!"

Edmund shot a glance in the direction of the dj station and sucked in his breath...the new dj was none other than that vision of petite feminine goodies that had given him the bewitching little smile just moments before. The country lad looked at hardly nothing else that night. He went to grab two more beers and worked his way as close as possible to where Nydisah did her thing spinning the sounds. After working his way to the perfect spot, there he remained until the lights came on and the girl disappeared after thanking the wildly cheering (and mostly wasted)crowd.

The disappointed boy finished his last beer and headed out the door with the rest of the staggering, sweaty mass. He found himself bringing up the rear of the pack but barely noticed. Little did he know the night's biggest surprise was yet to come.

More than a little wasted, Edmund weaved his way outside...at the tail end of the quickly dispersing mob. A few hangers on stood around talking and smoking.

"Hey there Homer...hope you enjoyed the music.....why weren't you dancing...got a sprained ankle or something?" It was Nydisah! Unfortunately she was hanging on to a tall, dangerous looking black dude who was giving Edmund a dirty look.

"It was awesome, I loved every second of it!" The boy answered with the words bubbling out of his excited mouth.

Nydisah gave him another of those smiles....then she did something far more memorable. She deftly reached down to the barely there red halter she wore and flashed her smallish but perfect boobs. Her nipples were large and erect and drilled into the surprised boy's astonished eyes. He could only stand there gaping until the girl laughed in a very sexy way before wheeling around and walking away hand in hand with the black guy who shot Edmund a go to hell look as the couple walked on.

The stunned country boy staggered to the bus stop wondering if this was love...if it wasn't real he decided he wouldn't be able to survive the real thing should he find it. He didn't sleep much that night but did jack off several times.

"Oh yeah boy," Nick said with a knowing glance. "She wants some of yer corn fed dick brother....I know her...at least I've seen her that is....she is one hot piece of sweet, sophisticated little ass fer sure, you better get your hard dick back down there pronto."

Edmund didn't need anybody to tell him that. He went back on his very next night off. Nydisah LaTouche was nowhere in sight. The boy's heart sank when the bartender informed him that her engagement was over. She wasn't scheduled to dj there again for several weeks. Damn. The disappointed lad left and went home early. He curled up in the floor with only his jacket for covers and felt like crying. Several weeks was a long time and he didn't even know if he could get off work when she came back. Life sucked...big time.

A few days later Edmund arrived at work to be greeted by the diner manager at the door. "Listen up kid...I'm giving you the afternoon and evening off. I need you to go over to my place and mow my grass, the damned shit is gettin' high as fucking hell. Here's five bucks for gas. Sorry I can't pay you anything but I sure as hell appreciate the help buddy."

The manager drove Edmund over to his place, told the boy where the mower and empty gas can were located, and took off. He gave Edmund directions to the nearest gas station before making tracks back to the diner. "Thanks." He yelled out the window as he drove away. It was hot, the boy found the empty can and trudged down to the station for the gas. The yard was a big one. Dang.

The sweat was pouring like Niagara Falls by the time Edmund finished. He put the mower away in a little metal building. There was a swing located at a shady spot in the front yard. He decided to take a little break before walking home....apparently the manager had made no transportation arrangements for the hapless boy. It was easily a five or six make hike back to his trailer. It seemed like the smart thing to let the sun go down a bit more before striking out. Edmund sat there stewing, he had decided his boss was the true definition of an asshole.

A sporty looking car slid up to the curb, a really cute girl in a cheerleading outfit got out and walked towards the house. Edmund forgot all about the heat as the car's tires screamed in protest at the massive torque applied by the driver stomping the fuel. The arid smell of burning rubber quickly spread through the air, stinking up the beautiful springtime day.

"Who are you?" The girl asked. Her cheer outfit was tight and Edmund thought it was about ready to burst at the seams from all the pressure applied by the generously round body inside. One might say the perky blond was overdeveloped but the way our hero saw it...there was no such thing overdeveloped when it came to hot girls.

"Oh, well..err.I just got through mowing the grass...the owner of the property sent me over."

"Cool, it sure needed it..Dad's to lazy to mow it himself. I hope he paid you good for all that hard work. My name is Lila, what's yours?"

"Edmund, I work for your dad down at the diner. He gave me the rest of the day off to mow the grass. I was just waiting for it to cool off a bit before heading on home."

"Well, its nice to meet you Edmund, you must be new at the diner...I don't recall seeing you there before...and I'm sure I would have remembered." To Edmund's amazement the girl plopped down beside him in the swing. "It's sure nice out here, a little warm....I think tomorrow I might lay outside and work on my tan. If I haven't outgrown last year's bikini that is."

The girl's tone was very friendly. Edmund found her easy to talk to...which was very unusual for him. They chattered about this and that. He found himself glancing at every opportunity at her shapely thighs, revealed entirely by the very short cheer skirt.

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Riddick put the book down to check the time. Shit, there was still a couple of hours to go until it was his time to go on watch. He could hear people laughing and talking outside his tiny room. The bald fugitive knew it wasn't healthy the way he'd been staying to himself but fuck...he just didn't feel like socializing. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow his fault that Christina had died. And he missed the pretty blond. On top of that he was horny but didn't really feel like jacking off. He leaned back on his cot and tried to make sense of it all. Everywhere he went trouble seemed to follow...and people he cared about got hurt. After a few minutes he noticed it was getting dark outside. There was a good chance those fuckin' canners would try to hit them tonight. That would be to bad for some hairy assholes, he and Snake-Eyes had the late evening watch. Riddick almost felt sorry for anybody that crossed him next. Anybody....even if they weren't nowhere close to being human. The fugitive was pissed off inside...just like always...and maybe, just maybe killing somebody...or something, might not be such a bad circumstance at the moment. He almost smiled...sorta.

Riddick lit a candle...the electricity had been shut off..no surprise there. He picked the book up again. The kind of shit these students read around here made him shake his head and he wondered which one had left this crap in the room. Still, Riddick liked to read and this was all he had. He found the last page he'd finished and held the text closer to the flickering light of the candle.....might as well kill the rest of the time before Snake Eyes came to get him.

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What had started out as a really shitty job had not turned out so bad after all. Lila was hot...real hot. She had pretty blue eyes and big boobs...really big. And man did they look firm. Edmund wanted to touch them so bad. He started to feel more than a little self conscious. What if she could tell what he was thinking? There was almost relief when the girl told him she's better go in and get her shower.

"It was really nice to meet you Eddie...I'm sorry you got to walk home though...Dad can be such a jerk to his employees. He even wanted me to come down there and work part time...I told him to go do himself."

"It was really awesome meeting you too Lila," Eddie offered his hand and the girl took it. It was the nicest handshake he'd ever received. Her hand was soft beyond description. She left and went towards the house. "Hey Eddie, feel free to drop by some time and visit..OK?"

"Yeah I will Lila, thanks for the invite."

Edmund barely recalled the long walk home, his head was in the clouds and his crotch tingled like mad. He decided Nick wouldn't hear about this one....it might not be cool fraternizing with the boss's daughter....super hot thing though she was! Then he realized he'd forgotten to ask for her number....DAMN! No way was he going to ask the boss....no way in hell.

The boy finally made it home and fell exhausted but excited onto the floor. He was thankful for the evening off cause it gave him more time to stroke his dick.

Edmund got some decent sleep and it was a good thing too. Early the next morning his boss showed up at he door of the trailer. "Hey Eddie, you did a great job with my yard. I got a problem though...I forgot to tell you to run the weed eater too. I would take care of it but just don't have the time." Boss man pressed a couple of dollars into Eddie's hand. "Let nobody say I don't pay my help good. I'll drive you on over there right now if you don't mind....you got plenty of time to get it all done before your shift at the diner starts. If you get hot just knock on the door and ask my daughter for a drink of something, since today's saturday she'll be home all day from school."

The boy suddenly got very excited. He almost ran to boss Bill's car. After getting dropped off, Edmund went out to the metal shed and banged around making as much noise as possible. He was still in there putting gas in the weed eater when he heard the backdoor of the house open and slam shut. Edmund peeked out through a hole in the shed door and saw Lila coming out with a large beach towel in one hand and some suntan lotion in the other. Best of all she was wearing a super tiny black bikini that displayed a virtual motherlode of lovely white, succulent girl flesh. "Oh my poor fucking aching balls," the boy mumbled to himself before dropping the weed eater on his foot. He barely noticed the pain...this just could not be happening...not to him...could it????????

Trembling slightly, boy eased the metal door open. His heart was beating like a bass drum in a speed metal band.