What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint One)

Inspired by one of those crazy search terms…”alien rape, creature sucking tits”…thanks anonymous surfer! This ones for you.  Dragons ahead! ~nilla~

She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

2:13

Blinking, she looked again. Why the fuck was she awake at two-fucking-thirteen in the a. fucking m. anyway? She felt something under the blanket. She kicked at it, but the feeling of weight was still there. Wriggling, she attempted to sit, but found she couldn’t rise. She reached for her phone but her fingers never quite made it, scrabbling madly for it as it pushed away, just out of reach. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

A hard breath wheezed from her lips at a sudden, very distinct, sucking against her right tit.

What. The. Fuck.

She said it aloud, pressing down her body as she spoke. Her voice didn’t sound strong, but panicked. Her fingers touched a rubbery mass, and flicked away in fear.

Something was on her. 

Worse? Something was very definitely slurping on her tit. Maybe. Maybe she wasn’t really awake. Maybe it was some auto-erotic dream sequence. So desperate for a fuck that she was imagining fucking aliens.

The literal kind.

Something oozed across her body, enveloping her other tit, tingling against her nipple. She cursed her habit of sleeping nude. Her legs kicked, and she tried gingerly plucking at whatever the goop was. It didn’t move, but it did hold her fingers. Stuck, she wriggled harder, until she felt the ooze arrowing faster now, down her body.

“No! No…ohgawdnonono….”

It only took seconds for the ooze to reach her pussy, to press its way into the tight slit there and thicken. Her lips were coated in it, sucked and squeezed and tingled by it. A strange languor crept over her, coupled with an evergrowing urge for sex.

Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.

Had she spoken aloud? Was it in her mind?

OHGAWDFUCKME.

It oozed upward, sliding up over her mouth, blocking her whimpers, absorbing them. Her nostrils were full of it, scentless but thick, the urge to sneeze passed as it filled her. How could she breathe? Shaking her head she tried to move it, coughing as it oozed into her throat from mouth and sinuses. There was a hot wet trickle slicking down, her body swallowing without thought.

Heat bloomed and her nipples and clit swelled. The ooze backed from her mouth and nose; drawing a deep breath, she panted as her pussy swelled, then filled with the thick weight of the creature possessing her. It grew bigger, bigger. Tears gathered, falling in silent streams down the sides of her face as it stretched her cunt wider than she had ever felt. Her clit was swollen, feeling like it would burst with sex need.

It fucked her. How could move like that, pistoning fast and hard and so fucking deeply? Her body quivered with the force of it. She’d never been taken so roughly, yet wanted more, still more. Her orgasms came without warning, a flood of liquid that only encouraged the sadistic rape.

She didn’t think she could take any more, but the growing, oozing creature continued to explore her body, finding the tight pucker of her anus and thinning itself, arrowed right into it. Once inside, it too grew, stretching the clenched muscle, forcing it open. The goo expanded, filling her rectum, fucking fast and hard, just as the invader of her cunt was.

Her tits were milked. She felt them swelling, her nipples aching with an unfamiliar feeling. She felt full, like her entire body would burst, despite the near constant squirting of her pussy juice. Back arching, she felt light, a tight-strung bow with an arrow set to fly. Her invader squeezed her tits hard, the sucking wild and intense, until it felt her nipples would rip from her body. Instead, jets of hot fluid gushed from them. Her moan was a steady sound as the creature sucked her dry.  Her cunt throbbed, rubbed raw despite the streams of cum. Her ass ached, stretched wider than she would have believed possible. She felt as though she had been fucked by baseball bats. The limb in her cunt grew thicker, longer, piercing her cervix. She screamed, a shocked cry of pain, quickly silenced by the ooze slipping up over her mouth. She tasted blood, that quick stab of copper as her lip split.

It was going to rip her apart.

There was heat. Wet, thick heat in her belly. She felt it fill her, belly expanding. The pounding of her cunt ceased, though the organ in her asshole continued plunging. Shivering as another orgasm slapped through her abused pussy, she whimpered through the gag it had oozed over her.

Her tummy grew bigger, filled with the beast’s thick fluid. Her womb ached with it, her clit screamed at the increased stimulation of her body. For a moment, she was sure her body would really explode. Arched, filled, every cell of  her body charged and throbbing with some indefinable thing that was happening to her, her cunt spasmed hard one last time. The orgasm came with a rush of fluid, eagerly sucked up by the ooze. So intense, so painfully wicked, she fainted.

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She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

3:13

What the fuck was up with this waking up in the middle of the night shit, anyway? Third time this week, dammitall. With a huff of breath, she pounded her pillow and flipped to her side. Arm tucked up under her chin, she fell back asleep.

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:last harvest completed. Heading home to Mothership:

A small bright light flashed against the night sky. The metro cop blinked, then smiled. He’d be able to tell his kid that he’d seen another shooting star–third one this week.

~fini~

Loser

this is normally the sort of thing I might put on Dark Fantasies…but yanno…sometimes the dragons have a mind of their own…~nilla~

She shuddered as she heard footfalls coming down the hallway, the creak of the door opening. She wished she’d followed through on her first desire, that of a nice warm bubble bath, candles flickering, and an early bed. Damn her friends for suggesting a night out was the best way to get over her annoyance with Andy.

Damn her for her half-drunk boast that she could beat anyone in the bar at darts.

As the footsteps came closer, she closed her eyes and prayed.

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“Andy is an asshole for breaking up with you.”

“I told you. He didn’t break up with me. He didn’t call, text or anything for 4 days. I am thinking of breaking up with him.”

They didn’t know, of course, that he was a Dom, that she was his slut. They didn’t know, nor would she tell them, that they had talked about this. Or rather, that he had talked, and she knelt at his feet and listened. He had told her that she was expected to deal with his absence, to be a good girl. They didn’t know that he was not a fan of pouting, or carrying on.

And definitely  not a fan of her anger or outrage.

She’d known he was going to be away on business. She’d known that he would mostly be out of contact. But she hadn’t known how hard it would be for him to be gone for so long, without a single, needed, craved, word.

“Neglectful bastard!”

Her two friends had shown up at her door unexpectedly. The tub was empty, the candles unlit. There went her quiet evening. She wanted to sit and sulk, pout and cry. They all but dragged her into her room, dug through her closet, tossing clothing with abandon. Outfits were examined, discussed, discarded. Finally pleased with the low-cut red tank with sparkly shoulder straps and the black skinny jeans, they finished the outfit off with a black silk shirt, buttoned just enough to show off the cleavage and red tank beneath.

“Pretty panties and a push-up bra to show off your assets–and who knows, you could score.”

“Revenge sex is the best,” nodded Vera.

“You two…I just want a bath and a good cry…”

“No crying over crummy boyfriends. Nope, trust me, you need out time. You want to be strutting your stuff and showing the world that you don’t give a fuck about that jerk.”

She sighed. She knew there was perhaps a nugget of truth in those words. And gods above, Lorrie had been through more boyfriends in a year than she had in a decade. Maybe there was something to what she said.

Already Lorrie was digging through her lingerie drawer, picking out black lace undies and matching bra. She tossed them at Maggie.

“Here, this’ll give you HUMUNGEOUS cleavage. Your girls will look fantastic bulging out of that.” She pointed to the red tank top. “You have the best tits, Mags. I’d be fucking jealous if I didn’t have the better ass.”

Maggie had to laugh. Lorrie was outrageous, sexy, sensual, the prototypical wild child. Knowing it was futile to argue with her, she began dressing, even as Vera sorted through her shoes.

“I don’t know if I want to kill you or kiss you,” she said, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked hot. Amazing what these two could do with her limited wardrobe. And Vera had done something sexy with her eyes, something smokey and languid, while Lorries cherry red lipstick gleamed on her mouth.

“I look like …”

“Stunning. Just short of whorish, if I do say so myself.” Lorrie fluffed her own hair, then grabbed her friends by the arm, steering them out the door.

“Let’s not waste all this gorgeous girl glam on your wallpaper–time to go out and get some honey.”

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The bar was just that close to being a dive, a setting that perfectly matched their slut-like dressing. The beer was cold, the lighting, dim. They’d certainly been hit on multiple times; both of her friends grinding it out on the dance floor. A shadow fell across the table.

“Wanna dance?”

Her feet were killing her already. Having no desire to further punish them, she shook her head.

“Darts?”

“Well,” she half drawled, feeling a curious itch. “I don’t know. I’m the best damned darts player you’ll  ever see. I’d hate to hurt your manly pride by giving you a bowl of whoop-ass.”

She had no idea where the sudden bravado came from, but looking at the bottles on the table, she had a suspicion that they were hops-borne.

“That so? Well, how’s about you prove that?”

She pushed away from the table, rising. Whoa. She was even more drunker now that she’d attempted to stand up. Was drunker even a word, she wondered? Blinking, she held onto the edge of the table, then smiled up at the guy who was gonna get trounced.

And trounce she did. Game one, over and done, won handily. He took it with good grace, buying her another beer. Challenged, she played another. And another. The faces blurred, but the guys surrounding her were cheering her on. They were surrounding her, and if she thought she occasionally felt a hand caressing her ass, she shrugged it off. She was in the zone.

A voice from behind her issued the bet.

“You win, you get to pick one of us to take home with you tonight. I win, I get to do whatever I want with you.”

In her inebriation, and growing hornyness, it sounded like a win-win to her.

“yup…you’re on.”

She turned, but her competitor’s face was a blur. He thrust out his hand, shook hers.

“Game on!”

Taking up her first dart she made a throw. This dart felt heavier than her first few had. Too much beer, she mused, as the dart nosed down and barely hit the board.

He threw, scoring in a double.

She threw, trying hard to figure out which of the two boards she was now seeing was the right one. Her throw was wide to the left, and she moaned.

He scored a bullseye.

When she felt her hand taken in his for the final handshake, she knew she’d done the inconceivable.

She’d lost.

“A pretty bracelet for the lady.”

He closed the cool metal around her wrist, making the cuff tight.

His words were tinged with dark meaning. She was tugged down the hallway to the bathrooms. They passed the woman’s room, and though she balked when they paused in front of the men’s room, he easily pulled her inside.

“You get to be the toilet mascot. Pretty slut.”

Did she know that voice? It was familiar, she thought. But there was a hum in her head. And a tingle in her pussy. Maybe he would fuck her. That’d teach her Sir, the bastard.  Ignoring her, going away like that. She had needs, she did.  Her nipples ached they were so hard. She was so fucking buzzed. Not enough drunk to not know she was in the boy’s room. Enough to not struggle when he pushed her into the handicapped bath stall and secured the other end of the handcuff on the security railing. She stared at it curiously, tugged it, turned a quizzical face to him. Wished she could see him, and  not with the blur and whirl of her besotted state. He was tall. Maybe handsome? She saw teeth, figured he was smiling. The sound of the cuff on the metal railing made her look down at her hand.

“Whazzat?”

He pushed her to her knees, squatting, he tugged her tank top down, then pulled her tits free.

“Wai–wazzat…what…”

“You’re a fucking mess. Open your mouth.”

His cock filled her hot, drunk mouth. When she would have pulled away, his hands grabbed her hair, holding her steady. Gagging as his cock slid down the back of her throat, she tugged her wrist. Secured. Stuck. Her free hand flopped around, but he grabbed it, holding it as he took her mouth. Pulling away, he squirted his cum onto her face, her tits.

“Now, about that other hand,” he said, and pulling his belt from his pants, secured her hand to the other bar.

He walked out.

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Her throat hurt. There was vomit now, joining the cum and piss on her clothing. Some really big dicks had slid between her lips, large enough to make her not only gag, but hurl. They’d laughed, even as they had dodged out of the way of her sputum. Several had come in and just pissed on her. She was cold, half-sober, and wanted to go home.

Footsteps were the harbingers of another round. She prayed he wouldn’t come down to this stall. There was a pause. Then the splash of piss into the urinal. Thank goodness. Her throat hurt. She needed to go  home.

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An hour later, more blow jobs had made her throat raspy and raw, she cried softly. There was a split on the corner of her lips where two fucktards had tried to shove both their cocks into her mouth at the same time. She was cold. She stank of cum and piss and puke. She felt the drying crust on her skin, the itching making her wild.

She shuddered as she heard footfalls coming down the hallway, the creak of the door opening. She wished she’d followed through on her first desire, that of a nice warm bubble bath, candles flickering, followed by an early bed. Damn her friends for suggesting a night out was the best way to get over her pique with Andy.

Damn her for her half-drunk boast that she could beat anyone in the bar at darts.

As the footsteps came closer, she closed her eyes and prayed.

The door opened slowly.

He stood there, staring at her, a curious smile on his face.

“Little slut had enough? You’re a fucking mess. Let’s get you home now. I sent your friends on their way.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.”

She sniffed back tears as Andy unfastened her wrists, and taking a hunk of hair, tugged her to her feet.

“There’s a shower in the back. You’re not stinking up my car with your pissy self. Of course, you have to pay Fred for the use of it, but what’s another cock in your mouth, right?”

A long glide of a dark tear slid down her cheek. Mascara and liner had streaked her cheeks with black. His finger smeared one line, wrote across her soiled tits.

“Andy’s slut.”

Invaded

dragon2Fist in her hair holding her face to the bed.

Hands on her legs, tugging up her skirt, ripping down her pantyhose.

“Hurry.”

The voice came from behind her, and she felt her wrists tugged to her back, the slick feel of plastic looping around them, tugged tight enough to bite into her wrists.

A finger probed her slit, finding her hole.

She tried to shake her head, but the hand in her hair held her still, held her face into the mattress, nearly cutting off her breath.

There was a sound, she recognized as a belt coming undone, the metal chink of the buckle tugged open, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being quickly lowered.

And then he was in her.

Two hands on her head, two hands holding her forearms, as he pummelled her pussy from behind. Her legs hung off over the edge of the bed as he reamed her, pumping so hard that her left shoe fell off with a thunk to the floor.

Fingers biting into her arm as she felt the cock in her pussy pump its jizz into her belly.

A sigh, a soft moan, the pop of release as he tugged out of her. She felt the mattress below her cunt wet with the drizzle from her leaking hole.

Hands moved, tugging hairs from her head, other hands taking over, mashing her face in the bed.

Fingers probing her pussy, and she knew, she knew what was coming. Fingers smearing wetness on her asshole, fingers poking into that tightly muscled ring. She tried to scream then, voice muffled in the bedclothes, tried to struggle, but to no avail.

There was pressure, as the finger was withdrawn,  as the hot flared head of a cock replaced it. The thick head was relentless, and her anus was sprung open as the invader popped inside.

She screamed again, deep into the mattress, her body taut with the pain.

And then he was withdrawing, pulling all the way out.

A moment of relief, just like after having a big poo, and she thought, hoped, prayed that was it, that he was done, that it was over.

It wasn’t over.

Between one breath and the next, he pressed forward into that tight bundle of tissue, sliding even more deeply into her bowels . He withdrew yet again, she whimpered,  understanding now that he was enjoying the sensations of her ass fighting his assault.

He thrust hard, her asshole relenting to his pole. He slid deep, filling her shithole with the thick hard prick. He ground his hips into her, until she felt the crinkly hair of his crotch against her asscheeks, working his tool all the way into her ass. She tried to push him out, and he ground deeper, corkscrewing his shaft up into her gut.

And holding.

“I’m in.”

There was a sound, which she couldn’t identify. Her head was lifted, and a wad of something shoved between her lips, then sticky duct tape over that.  Something was wound around and around her head, taking her sight. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t fight, couldn’t stop them.

She was rolled to her side, then her back, the other cock still lodged deeply in her ass. The throbbing there was intense, she felt the need to shit, to expel that which filled her so.

She felt, too, the throb in her clit, her nipples.  She felt the flush of shame at that.

Her hands hurt, pressed under her back, against the shirt of the man under her. The bed shifted again.

She shook her head, even as hands came to her shirt, ripping it open, as her bra was ruthlessly shoved up over her tits, baring them.

A cock probed her pussy slit, fingers pinched her left nipple, teeth clamped over her right.

And then he was inside her in one hard thrust.

The man under her moaned against her ear, a soft “fuuuccck”.

The man on top fucked cruelly, a steady pounding into and out of her hole, while the rub of jeans against her stockings tore long tracks where the teeth of his lowered zipper scraped her thigh.

It seemed like it went on forever.

Her pussy ached, throbbed, hurt with the relentless thrusting. Her clit, banged relentlessly, quivered. The orgasm, when it hit, was like a tsunami. She stiffened, back arching even in this awkward position, her cunt clenching and grabbing at the pumping rod, slicking her tunnel with hot juice.

“Whore,” he growled at her, his hands mashing her tits, exciting her body to more paroxysms of orgasmic clenching.

His pace slowed, withdrawing as if reluctant to leave the steaming hole, slammed back as if trying to punch her belly with the swollen head of his cock.

He came, buried in her, hot thick gouts filling her as he growled. The man under her shifted, flexed his hips once, twice, and she swore she could feel his cum jet from him, pouring into her bowels.

They pulled from her, cut her wrists free, left her laying on the bed.

Tanked (1)

“I’m not going in there..!” With a gasp, she stood upright. Below her was the largest fishtank she’d ever seen. She’d been to aquariums before, but never had she seen anything like this one.  With a flick of his wrist, the old fart who had hired her gestured to the two burly men who flanked the door.

They moved forward, and lifting her easily, threw her in the tank. Her last clear thought as she felt the water closing over her head was that she was being seriously underpaid.

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She’d been looking for a job for 22 weeks. The stint at the local burger joint hadn’t ended well. Newbies were not looked upon happily when they criticized their new bosses for not preparing food properly. She knew she’d never eat at one of those places ever again.

A long string of weeks followed, where her only good news was that the unemployment check was coming. She wasn’t quite ready to start eating cat food, but she wasn’t far from it, either. She needed a fucking job!  There was a series of prospects, a flurry of resumes sent, received, and  then, interviews. Followed by two more weeks of absolutely nothing. Geezuz. Why wouldn’t someone give her a fucking chance?

Two weeks left of her unemployment. She tried to breathe through the panic. She opened her computer and went to her local help wanted page. It fairly leapt out at her:

Wanted: Someone dedicated, loyal, trustworthy. Needs to be able to follow through, be caring, and committed to excellence.

There was an email address listed below. Hell, she was all those things and more! She sent her resume, and tried not to get her hopes up. Every fruitless interview had beat her down just enough to shake her confidence. When the  phone call came an hour later, she was, frankly, shocked. She was even more stunned when the raspy male voice insisted that she interview today, and as soon as possible, please.

She dressed quickly, but carefully, somewhere between comfort and professional. She had absolutely no idea what the job entailed.  Hopefully her simple dress, linen jacket, and colorful scarf would portray a confident, capable woman.

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He’d stared at her. Not a word spoken after the initial “come in” when she met him at the door. She had been surprised to be given the address for her interview~ it was at the most exclusive neighborhood in town.  The house, mansion really, was enormous. She tried not to imagine herself as a maid here; she was hoping for a personal assistant. The pay promised had been pretty darned generous; certainly well over what she had made at her last job. Yet, here she sat, in this beautifully appointed office, surrounded by bookshelves, antiques, and expensive what-nots, while being stared at by the man who would, hopefully, become her employer.

After 5 long, embarrassing minutes, his rusty voice almost startled her.

“When can you start?”

She blinked, caught off guard. He was hiring her? Or was this an inquiry?

“As soon as you need me to, Sir,” she had responded. The watery blue eyes had blinked, then he nodded.

“Sir? You’ve not told me what you need me to do…” the caustic look almost alarmed her. She swallowed.

“You’ll be caring for my pets. I have a very large, private aquarium. You’ll be responsible for keeping the viewing area clean and tidy. I often have private viewings for friends and associates. You’d be responsible for setting up chairs etcetera. Making sure the lights work, that sort of thing. Please come back tomorrow. Dress casual. That,” and he waved his bony hand at her, “is far too much. Shorts, tee-shirt, that sort of thing. You’ll need to go into the tank occasionally, just to clean around the top.”

“Oh. You don’t have sharks, I hope!” she giggled nervously.

He blinked owlishly at her. “No. Horrid creatures. No sharks.”

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She’d arrived when he told her. A sheaf of papers needed to be signed. Social security number. Address, bank for direct deposit, identification forms, yada, yada, yada. So many papers. She stopped looking at them, fanned them out, signed them all.

He took them, checked each page for signatures, dated them, and arranged them precisely in order. Attaching a clip to them, he put them into a manila folder, and slid it into his bottom drawer.

“This way.”

He indicated that she lead the way out the door. They went to the back of the house, and then up a flight of stairs. And more stairs. Three full flights up and she was breathless. There was a heavy door at the top of the landing.

“Go on, then,” he gestured to her. She tugged it open. Saw the guards -they had to be guards,-on either side of the door. And then she saw the tank. She heard the door thunk shut behind her.

“You need to be naked.”

“I’m not going to be naked.” She whirled around and stared at her boss. “Mr. Withers, this is not what I agreed to at all.”

“Ms. Butler? This is exactly what you signed up for. I have 18 pages, all with your signature on them, downstairs to prove it. William can help you if you feel the need. He’s very good at undressing women.”

She glanced over at the guard who must be William. The leer was unmistakeable. No way was she letting him touch her.

“I am paying you a great deal of money to do this task. I believe I mentioned that I needed someone who could follow through, and be dependable in my ad. You assured me that you were. I can assure you that if you don’t work, you won’t be paid a penny.”

“I need this job….”

“Then do it. Naked. Now. If I understand correctly, your unemployment runs out in 10 days, yes?”

He twisted the knife of fear so well. With a little huff of breath, she all but tore off her tee-shirt. She didn’t want to take off her shorts. But somehow they were pooled around her ankles. She stepped free of them. She stood there in bra and panties. He stared at her. With a roll of her eyes, she unhooked her bra, shimmied out of her panties.

He walked her over to the side of the tank. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen in her life. There was ….something huge swimming in the tank.

“Oh my gawd. Is that…is that….”

“A giant squid. Rare, extremely rare. He is one of only a few dozen left in all the world. He needs special care. And you, my dear, are here to provide it for him. You need to go into the tank and let him get used to you.”

“I’m not going in there!” she gasped.

“Indeed, you will.”

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She fell with a splash, her ass hitting the water first. She’d expected it to be shocking and cold, but it was, instead, warm, comfortable. Not hot, not unpleasant in the least. She rose to the surface, grabbed a lungful of air.

“You BASTARD!” she yelled at William, who stood at the edge of the tank with a shit-eating grin on his face. Her tirade was ended before it began when something curled around her ankle and tugged her under the water.

Warning…

His tongue glides along my arm. Starting at my wrist, the pointed tip trails along the ridges where the rope holds me tight. It tickles. I want to giggle, but the tape over my lips keeps me silent. It seems inappropriate to laugh when your kidnapper is going to fuck you. But what can you do when his tongue is trailing up your arm, swirling around your armpit?

I writhe, wriggle, and make high-pitched noises. I want him to stop. This isn’t funny. I’m naked, tied, spread open. The tongue is wet. Warm. Sometimes I can feel his breath against my skin. That’s warm too. I can’t see him, to tell you about him. To warn you.

Don’t answer that ad on Alt-life. The one that looks so enticing. So perfect. Don’t meet at the old cafe on Morrissey Street. He won’t be there. Or…you’ll think he won’t be there. Thinking you’ve been stood up, you’ll turn to look down the street, and he’ll pull the bag over your head. He’ll warn you not to struggle, because of the knife. It feels like a knife.  He’ll reach his hand under the bag, and slap a wad of duct tape over your lips.

You’ll be helpless to scream. And you came here, just to meet a dominant. To be his fucktoy. But you’ll think, like I did? That he’ll want to talk to you. That he’ll want to get to know you. What makes you tick. What turns you on. How you want to serve.

He doesn’t care about that. He only wants to take. To use. You could be me, here. Laying here, being licked.

His mouth moves in a kissing motion up over the curve of my tit. The tongue laps around the areola,  then the sharp caress of teeth over my nipple. This could be you, you know. He sucks the nipple into his mouth, through narrowed teeth. It scrapes. It hurts. It…turns me on.

I shake my head no, but I can’t tell if he sees….or if he’s ignoring me. He will take his time tasting me. I remember that. He told me, while he cut my clothing off. He would taste me, suck me, feast on me. He would bite and taste of my blood, lick and taste of my sweat, suckle and taste of my skin, and lap…and make me cum.

He won’t. Make me cum, I mean. I’m strong. I can outlast that. I’ve never cum from oral anyway. He won’t….oh. OH…

He…oh…su…ckin..g

oooh..ohhh..

my clit …like my nipple

throughhisteeth, pushing it out wiht his tongue…in-outOHGODS-inoutin…

My back arches, offering him my pussy, lips swelling and peeling open, wantonly begging for more as I cum hard against his mouth.

I feel the tongue, going back to work, lapping lazily around my lower lips….

Sex Dreams

(this is what happens to a very horny slut when she hasn’t had an orgasm since Tuesday…hint, hint, Master….)

“I know, it’s terrible isn’t it?”

The hum fills the air, and the space between her open legs. Head tosses restlessly, while the legs try to move, try to close from the stimulating touch.

“Right there…oh, yes…can you feel yourself? You’re trying to push against it. Little slut, I know. You want more. Your head says ‘no’ but your cunt, your dirty little slutty cunt? It’s begging ‘yes, yes’. ”

The vibe is pressed hard against sensitive flesh. A garbled moan comes from a gagged mouth.

“Hmmm, yes, where pleasure becomes torture, I know.”

A chuckle fills the room, rising over the persistent hum of the toy pressing against her clit.

“I see you, you know. Squirming. You want to move away. Can’t. Tied too tight to close your legs and protect your poor assaulted clit. Your horny cunt, on the other hand, is drooling. Feel all that juice on the vibe? Oh, deny, deny. That’s not lube…at least, not my lube, you little whore. It’s your juice. You are wet, fucking wet. You can pretend, Mz. Prissy-pants, that you didn’t want this. Yet here you are, oozing cunt cream.”

“Here, hold this. Time for part two!”

His voice is cheery and her heart escalates. She cannot see what He is doing, the blindfold is tight. She feels the hum as he presses the tip of the vibe into her, braces the end against the mattress so she cannot push it out. The bed shifts as he moves away, then shifts again as he returns.

“There is always, always a price to be paid for pleasure, slut.”

For a moment there is only the sound of her labored breath around the gag, and the taunting hum of the vibe. A pinch on her tit, her nipple. His hands are sticky, and warm. The hard bite of something on her left nipple makes her groan into the uncaring rubber ball pressed deep into her mouth. Her wince allows a stream of drool to slide out the corner of her lip, and create a thick, wet trail down the side of her jaw to her throat. The hard slap against her other tit startles again.

“This first nip, ah, that one just gets a sip of pain. Pleasure and pain. So tasty. You’ll grow to love it, trust me. But this nip?”

There is a hard flick against her right nipple; despite her fear and rage, she feels it rise at his touch.

“This nipple? Gets lots of pain. We’ll start with two. But there will be more. Many more before I’m done with you.”

“OH, look. How very pretty, your nipple all perverted and pinched up like that. Luscious. And …oh, look how wet it is down here. A veritable river of cunt ooze. Tsk, what a dirty little cunt you are. Acting all high and mighty, no sex, first date. And here you lay. Open, cunt soaked, and wanting. You want to be fucked, I know. I see the lips of your swollen cunt, begging for cock. I’m not ready yet.”

The vibe is pulled out of her pussy, and pressed firmly against her clit. She growls, and tries to move away but she is bound too securely for movement. Her head flails, her fingers open and close into fists against the headboard. Her body thrums, her clit screams, her nipples throb. When he slaps the tit with just one clamp, she screeches behind the gag, screeches when he strikes it again. He slides the vibe deep into her pussy and fucks her hard with it. No words, just the hum of the vibe and the squiching sounds coming from her pussy.

She wants to fight it, but she feels it coming…coming…

**************************************************

(sex dream two)

It starts the moment i enter the room. His fist in my hair, as i step through the door, halting me in my tracks. I wince, and moan. It hurts, and it was unexpected. No tender kisses and hugs to reconnect. His hand, in my hair, violently, hard.

He takes my bag from me, my purse.

“The brush. Where’s the brush?”

I reach into the bigger bag, pull out the brush, hand it to Him.  I hear my bags hit the floor behind me, against the closed door. He tugs my glasses off, and pushes me forward. I hear him put them on the desk as he propels me to the bed. I have a blurry, fleeting image of the 2nd bed, covered with his toys, before He is pushing me, face-first, to the mattress.

His hand presses my back; i go to my knees. The fist in my hair tightens a moment.

“Stay.”

I nod; it’s a minuscule movement but he feels it. He lets go, and in seconds I feel cool air on my ass.

The first whap of the brush on my ass is incredibly painful and tears flood my eyes immediately, only to be wicked away by the bedspread. He hits me again. And again. Until I am crying into the uncaring bed. I hear the brush as He tosses it onto the other bed. It hits something with a metallic chink. Maybe SFCT or his belt?

He lifts me to my feet by my hair, spins me ’round, and kisses me hard as we fall onto the bed.

Prisoner

 

prisoner 639…step forward to the blue squares

Lacey took a step. Another. The pauses between steps were barely tolerated, she could feel the anxious need to prod her forward just before she took a step. At last each foot rested on a blue square. A translucent panel glowed softly between the blue tiles. She stood proudly, defiant despite her nakedness.

There was a faint whoosh of an airlock, and a grav-cuff descended from the ceiling.

prisoner 639, place your hands into the opening.

The portal swirled open. She didn’t want to put her hands in there. She surely didn’t. Waiting until the guardian was ready to strike her with the baffle, she placed her hands into the opening, and watched as the lock engaged. She felt the shimmer and pressure as the grav applied force to her. There was no way to remove her wrists from the unit until they released her.

A hiss emitted from the unit as it raised up and over her head, pulling her arms taut. At the same moment, the blue tiles softened and her feet sank into the now viscous fluid. Another hiss hardened it. She was stretched almost to the point of discomfort.

For a moment there was silence; then the blue panels holding her feet began to slide further apart. The pull on her shoulders and groin was intense. She winced as her legs were splayed wide. The translucent panel between her legs began to glow brighter, the protective cover pulled back, revealing what lay in wait.

She shook her head vehemently. She hadn’t known this was to be her punishment. The collar around her throat took her voice, capturing all her words and screams before they could escape and upset the jury sitting in judgement. They were unseen, hidden behind the blue glass. Only the Bot-Judge was visible.  It would interpret the law fairly, unbiased by human  emotion.

you must answer each question. veracity is mandatory. biorhythms will determine falsehoods. punishment will be swift.

Swallowing hard, she nodded. The swift jolt of current running down her arms from the cuffs reminded her to speak her verbal ‘yes’, although only the ‘Bot would register it. The Jurors would  see the print out on their screens. At least, that was what she had been told would happen.

you are 33 orbits

yes

you have failed to register at the Center

yes

you have not yet gestated

yes

you are non-compliant because of religious freedom acts of choice

YES!

There was a series of clicks, whirrs, and other sounds as the machine assimilated the data. The same information was supplied to the Jury.

There was a whoosh from between her feet. She could barely bend her head forward, the pull in her arms overhead made such movement difficult at best. No! “NO” she screamed. Yet not a sound was heard in the room but those coming from the floor between her opened thighs.

judgement has been rendered. your religious affiliation is one of dubious veracity. there is reason to believe that this congregation is gathered solely to attempt to circumscribe the Law of Procreation. Therefore, since no suitable mate is listed on your manifest, you will be treated as a Detached Citizen.

She screamed as she watched the vile tube rise from the floor. Grotesquely larger than any human penis, it roughly resembled one. A slick film coated it, making it shimmer in the half-light.

She shivered at the touch of it against the warm folds of her lower body. It moved implacably upwards by whatever unseen controls guided it into her body.

She moaned as it speared through her lower lips and into her hole, pressing the fat thickness of it up into her belly.

you understand the procedure you are about to be sentenced to.

It didn’t sound like a question. In fact, she barely registered the ‘Bot speaking to her at all. Her attention was concentrated on the thing invading her vagina. It was so big. It stretched her uncomfortably. It was unyielding, unlike a real penis. There was no heat here, no veined ridges, no flaring head. She released a breath as it slid back down towards the floor. And cried out as it rose to fill her again.

The machine began to move with more rapidity, building up force and velocity in equal measure. It wasn’t long before her insides began to feel battered by the thing raping her.

She tried to pull her feet, her hands free, tried twisting her hips, but to no avail. She was stuck, impaled on the silver rod stroking into her. Had the thing had gotten bigger around as it fucked her?  Perhaps she was swelling inside from the endless thrusts.

pain stimulation will be applied. readings indicate your body is not responsive for the sowing.

A whoosh sounded and two clear cups fell from the ceiling. The guardian behind her moved forward to press first one, then the other against her tits. He made certain all of her flesh was pressed into the cone, before depressing a button on his wrist unit. Looking into her face, he smirked at as her head fell back and lips parted.  He drank in her silent gasps of pain as the cups began to suction her breasts, pulling them deeply into the base of the cone.  Tiny electric jolts were applied to her nipples as they were sucked into the little slot for them. Tears slipped down her cheeks at the shocking pain. He leaned forward and licked one from her cheek. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered one word, ‘soon’.

readings indicate that the breast binders are appropriately stimulating your gestational juices. Fertilization will commence.

The beast buried in her pussy began pumping fast and deep. The pain in her tits made her clit throb. She was moaning constantly now, though no sound carried in the room other than the wet sucking sounds from her pussy, and the hiss of the machine sucking on her breasts.

She cried out when she felt a probing at her asshole. The guardian hissed into her ear “the ‘Bot doesn’t monitor me or your asshole, you fucking reb”.

His finger poked into her body, then two, then three. She felt the pull and tug of his fingers, another in the cacophony of sensations flooding her. She screamed as she felt his cock forcing its way up her undefended butthole.

readings indicate full readiness for sowing. you will now be inseminated.

She felt the fat tip of the machine pressed painfully hard against her cervix; the sudden rush of fluids into her body. The phallus was thick enough that no fluids escaped; her belly was filled. She felt bloated, almost sick at the painful dumping of fluids into her womb. The cock in her ass sawed steadily in and out of her asshole. She was stretched to the brink and her silent screams went unheeded except for the titillated Jury members.

The metal probe was released from her body after two hours. Every guardian had dumped a load of cum into her asshole. She was nauseous; her lower body was one throbbing ache.

you will be escorted to the preparation rooms until gestation is confirmed. if there is no gestation, you will return here in 48 hours to repeat the procedure.

Her hands were released from the grav-cuffs, shoulders screaming with the shock of movement after being held so long.  Her feet were unmolded from the Secure-Blox. The Judge-‘bot issued one last order as she was led out of the court room by a guardian.

Go forth, be fruitful, and multiply.

***

this was inspired by a few of my favorite writers, Will Crimson, and Monocle over at Erotic Writers. They often write of forced insemination, and i wanted to try my hand at it. I’m certain my recent evolution (revolution??)  into reproductive rights  played a role as well. 

And…….If you have been reading Felicitations, there is a new chapter up there now, and another one will be added later this afternoon.  ~n~

Glory, Glory.

this is what Felicitations originally started as in my head. Ya’ll know it turned out differently when it went from head to fingers. I promise i’ll get back to there, soon. But for now, a little “nilla quickie” for you…the “original” story.

She hated shopping. Much preferring internet or catalog browsing to actually setting foot in a store was the way to go. The mall was deadly. So many people, too many choices and too fucking much money.

Yet she wanted something special for the club next week. She’d texted Michael and he not only agreed, but he insisted that she go out and pick something out. He was her boss, her lover, her Dom, and although she didn’t feel the least bit submissive about shopping as a direct order, she obeyed.

She didn’t even bother heading to the mall, the strips of shops, or any of the usual places. She decided to check out the tiny stores on the side of town that “good” girls didn’t go to.

Rife with tattoo parlors, piercing shops, and the like, it was a place destined to make those “good” girls wet their panties in fear. She’d seen a little sex shop that she’d not been to before the last time she and Sir had come down here. That had been the time He’d decided to tat her with his mark. She’d been too nervous, facing the needle, to note her surroundings on the way in. But going home she’d been riding the endorphin high; between the privelege of being marked as His property, and the needle, she’d been ebullient.

That’s when she’d seen the sex shop. She had noted that they had clothing in one window. Perhaps here she’d find something sexy and different for the Winter Smash, the D/s “ball” that was held each February.

Parking in front of the store, she slid out of the car, and headed inside. Not for her the vapid simpering when she saw the rack of dildo’s when she stepped inside. It was warm and cozy here.

“Help you?” This from the thin man behind the counter.

“Looking for something…special. Different. Sexy. Risque. Naughty. And not some cheap outfit from Taiwan, either.”

He smirked at her, then looked her up and down.

“This way…” and he led her off behind a purple curtain that was covered with gold and silver stars. He flicked a switch. The room was very small, with just 3 racks. But the clothing was stunning.

“They’re pricey, but nice. Dressing room is through there,” and he waved his hand to the opposite side of the room. “Through the curtain and to the left a bit. The light comes on when you close the door. ”

“Thanks” she said absently, already looking at the offerings. A deep midnight blue dress that was dashed with silver beads caught her eye, but no fucking way was she going to pay two grand for a gown.

“That one was owned by Lana Turner, you know the screen goddess?”

She looked up at him as if to say ‘you’re still here?’ and went back to looking, murmuring a vague ‘mmmhhmm” to him.

He took the hint and left her alone.

There were three gowns that passed muster. She fumbled with the stupid green curtain, turning to the right. She was blinded by the sudden gloom after the brightness of the other room, and staggered along, hand against the wall, until she came to a door. As she opened it, a green light above the door flashed on.

She stepped inside, took a step forward, then stumbled to her knees. “What the fuck?” she grumbled. She tried to push herself up, by pushing on the opposite wall, but something closed around her wrists.

“Hey!” she yelped. The door behind her opened. “Get me out of here.”

“oh, I don’t think so” said a strange voice. “After all, you came into the Glory Hole of your own free will…”

The hand on the back of her head  pushed forward, pulling  a strap tightly around her neck to hold her down.. A second strap went around her head, and fingers quickly pried open her mouth, slipping a ring gag inside behind her teeth.

She heard a metallic clicking, and felt something under her moving. She was pulled forward until she was kneeling, ass up in the air. Feeling a brush of air against her mouth, she suddenly understood. She was almost laying on her belly, chest on the top step of the device, mouth facing a glory hole.

In seconds, the head of a cock pushed through the hole. She heard music playing in the background, as her mouth was filled with the strange dick. Rhythmically, she heard his hips bang on the wall between them as his cock pressed into her mouth, then retreated.

She heard the groan seconds before she felt the hot semen spurt onto her tongue. She couldn’t not swallow it, gagged as she was. She couldn’t move, couldnt’ protest. Just take. She felt hands on her hips, fingers working the button and zipper of her jeans, and the caress of cool air against her ass. Any protest she may have attempted to utter,  was shoved back into her mouth by another cock pressing through the glory hole and punching deeply into her throat. She gagged, even as she felt a different cock press against the slit between her thighs.

In moments she was filled, front and back. Grunts were soon accompanied by slaps, as the man fucking her from behind pumped furiously into her. Her hips and ass throbbed under the blows, and she whimpered around the cock lodged between her lips.  The pumping and slapping grew more intense, followed soon by loud male groans as he filled her with his jism.

The one cock left her pussy;  only seconds passed before another was pressing against her, then into her.

“She’s nice n wet.”

The cock in her throat exploded, then pulled away. And her mouth was filled again. She lost track of how many times a cock had pierced the hole in the wall, sliding into her wedged-open mouth and deposited a load of cum into her belly.

She felt sick with it.

She had cum spatter on her face, and on her back and legs. Her pussy oozed a constant drip of expended seed.

“Had enough, slut?”

“she’s been a fun little thing, Master Michael. Thanks for sharing her.”

“Well, a slut is always happiest being used, I say.”

She trembled as hands unfastened her from the glory box. She staggered when He pulled her to her feet, but He refused her upturned lips.

“You look like you spent the day in a porn shop, slut.” He laughed, and took her home.

******************

“You have the most gorgeous dress of all,” ooohed one of her friends at the Ball.

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t going to spend a ton of money on a gown,” said another.

“She didn’t,” said her Master, coming up behind her and taking her arm.

“No, my little slut didn’t pay any money at all. You could say…she earned it …..Glory, glory hallelujah, eh, slut?…”

His laugh accompanied them to the dance floor.

Southern Justice (2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

small confession here…i’ve done my novel writing for tonight, and was too tired to write a blogpost. I know this because i tried, and crashed and burned around 600 words…and then i went to my drafts folder and found that 90% of this story was written! Must’ve been interrupted by my kiddo’s when i was working on it, or my wife came home early or whatever…but just a few hundred words and voila! A post for you today!  

am planning to work on the final chapters of the Uralian series, so look for those later this week…

Its shaping up to be a flat-out busy week for me this week, but that’s life, and i’ll keep writing, including one “manditory humilating story” that Master is making me write for you all.  i love/hate when He does that!!  ~nilla~

 

She’dbeen sitting here for a while, and while she wasn’t happy about being behind bars, it sure beat the hell outta being stuck in her boyfriends shit car in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.

At least here she didn’t need to worry bout gators comin’ to eat her!

She shifted on the hard wooden bench. Restless at last, she called out to the room beyond.

“Hello? Anyone out there?”

There was the sound of a chair scraping back, and then he was at the door, her “arresting officer”.

“What?”

“Don’t i get a phone call? A drink? A chance to pee? Something?”

“Haven’t booked you yet.”

She stared at him.

“Waitin’ on the Chief.” He turned and disappeared from view.

“I neeed to peeeee….” she hollered.

“use the bucket” his voice came from the other room.

She looked at the bucket in the corner of the cell. It was disgusting. No FUCKING way was she pissing into that gross thing. And the bars made her every move visible. Fucking shitfuck of a town.

She stumped over to the bench, and huffed down on it.

Twenty minutes passed as the need in her bladder filled. Repeated calls went unanswered and finally, knowing she’d piss her pants if she waited, she peeled down her jeans and squatted over the foul bucket. The relief was incredible, and her eyes closed at the release.  When her stream trickled to a few last drops her eyes opened. She shrieked a bit to see him, leaning against the doorjamb, smiling wolfishly at her.

“nice piss, and what a sweet ass you have.” He turned and went back into the other room, while she blushed. How fucking humiliating. She pulled a tissue from her pocket, dabbing at her damp crotch, dropping the spent thing into the bucket. She pulled her lacy thong up, and her jeans, trying to show as little skin as possible.

She wondered how it was that he’d been able to see her ass. It wasn’t like she had turned around…she peered over at the bucket, and noticed the small cam imbedded in the wall. Fuckin’ prick cop had been sneaking peeks of her ass!

“PERVERT!” she yelled, face pressed hard against the bars.

“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll add to your time.”

“NO FUCKING WAY! ON WHAT CHARGES, YOU JERKWAD?”

“assaulting an officer,” came his amused voice from the other room.

“ASSAULT?” She screeched. She pushed away from the bars, pacing the small confines of the cell. She muttered under her breath. The sound of laughter came from the front room, deeply male, and very amused. The sound of the outer door clanging open silenced them both.

She heard low murmurs, then the sound of feet coming her way.

He filled the doorway, his girth as wide as his height. The long mustache might have been handsome had it not been flecked with odd bits of ‘stuff’.

The Sheriff, it appeared, was back in town.

“Well, little lady, it appears that you’ve been a very naughty girl. Smokin’ dope, parkin’ on the highway, and attempting to assault an officer of the law.”

“We don’t abide by that sort of thing around here, and I’m afraid we’re going to have to do something about that.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” She exclaimed, jumping up from the bench. She grabbed onto the bars, pressing her face out beseechingly.

“Sir, i swear to you, that was not my baggie. i don’t smoke pot, i’ve NEVER smoked pot…and it’s my boyfriends car and it just died on me there and i was so scared about the gators and when the officer came i was so glad because i was so scared to be there  alone, and then …”

“Everyone always says that, little girl.” He swaggered up to the cell, key held hard in his right fist. He unlocked the door, stepping inside.

“nice tits.”

She gaped at him.

“Take off your shirt, darlin’ so we don’t have to rip it off of you.”

Her mouth opened wider. Her head shook of its own accord, no, no.

This could not be happening.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Sahara had known that venturing into the Soldan sector was dangerous. Still, it was the best damned place to find free-floating diamonds, and her tracer had found a motherload just hanging here and awaiting harvest.

She’d make her yearly quota in half the time with this one haul. The diamonds were in high demand now, with the emergent technology of diamond-drive. The faceted crystals would “fold” time, creating “jumps” that cut traditional travel into ribbons. A trek from Earth to Mars would take three hours instead of three months.

And these were great specimens, exactly the size she needed.

She’d scooped 25 of the rough rocks when her first alarm sounded.

“FUCK!” she muttered as her scanner identified an Uralian trawler. They were lumbering vehicles, yet they were hard to evade…their tractor beams had some of the longest grab zones in the galaxy.

She withdrew her scooping nets, and shut down sensors. No point in alerting them. If she went out on orbital drive there was a good chance they’d mistake her small sloop for a bit of space debris and leave her alone. She decided to tumble into a free-fall mode and slip free of the diamond field; when she reached the end of the drek zone, she’d slip into hyperdrive and warp the fuck outta there!

*****

She woke, groggy and disoriented.

What the fuck?

The last thing she remembered was tumbling freefall through the scree field…had she hit something? She reached to feel her throbbing head, yet her hand didn’t move. She tugged harder.

She definitely couldn’t move. She tried her other hand, shuffled her feet. Nothing.

What the fuck?

She didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until she heard the raspy voice.  What the fuck was wrong with her? She could see nothing. No lights from her sensor board; logical since she had turned all to deep sleep mode to avoid the Uralian ship.

So why the fuck couldn’t she move?  Had she shut the view screen? It was too fucking dark.

She swore again.

A breeze moved from somewhere across her skin and she shivered.

Okay, now she knew something was up. She had NOT been naked when she was trawling. Gods knew she loved being skin-free, but not while sitting on her bridge. Well, mostly not.

She heard a sound. A hiss. Lights came up around her and arrayed before her was a small pod of Uralians.

:Female humanoid is alert:

She wasn’t sure where the words came from.  She didn’t hear anything with her ears.  It sort of whispered in her head.  With the lights now on, she could see that she was spread-eagled, hands stuck through some kind of clear, plastic material, sunk in up to her wrists, and molded tight around her hands.

The same material held her feet, suspending her a meter off the floor. Like her wrists, her feet were stuck in the material. She looked, she imagined, like a human X.

“Whadda you want, you fuckin’ perverts?” She hadn’t known she was going to say that. Her raspy voice surprised her as well as them, and they drew back from her, visibly flinching.

“Yeah, that’s right, you fuckin’ pussy-assed fucktards…let me fucking GO!” Her voice was a deep pitched growl, and she twisted and writhed in her containment, to no avail.

She was held fast.

“I said, LET. ME. GO. NOW!!” She leaned forward, yelling at the smallest one as she made eye contact with the creature. Gods they were as hideous as reported. Tall, they were indeed. The tallest was close to three meters, the shortest being closer to her own height. Was he short or immature?

She kept her growling diatribe up, aiming it at the littlest one.

The slap came from behind her; she’d forgotten there was one back there. A line of heat slammed down across her back, down her ass, curled around her thigh.

She yelped at the unexpected blow, the touch burning. She saw the creatures tentacle withdraw. He’d fuckin’ hit her with his arm-thingy. She shivered with revulsion.

:quiet:

Again, that mysterious ‘head-voice’.

“Who the fuck are you?” she barked loudly, trying to twist to see behind her. Another slap, this one between her spread thighs. It hurt, the blow was fast and hard.

It also shamed her that it turned her the fuck on. It’d been a long, long time since she’d had bed-play with anyone, and she sure loved to be slapped around. She loved being her own boss during the workdays, but in bed? She wanted to be drug around by her hair, slapped, bitten, and fucked hard like a piece o’ meat.

Likely it’d been 6, maybe 7 months since her last session with Patrick and Valla.

And now here she was, being pussy slapped by a Uralain, and likin’ it. Who was the sick fuck now?

:we do not want to harm you unduly:

:your hole-noises are painful to us:

:you will be hurt when you offer us hurt:

She began to understand. They wouldn’t put up with any shit. She could keep yelling, but they’d keep on hitting her. Eventually they’d harm her.  They might not “want to” harm her…but the possibility existed.

“What do you want?” she asked in a quieter voices. The small one winced again.

She braced for another slap. This time she got two, one on her pussy, and one from a fast-moving Uralain in front of her. She’d blinked and it was in front of her, and the tentacle moved like a whip and slapped her hard across her mouth.

She felt the bite of her own teeth cutting her lip, tasted the copper tang of blood. That fuckin’ hurt…but she stopped herself before the beast before her struck her again. Despite the tentacles, they appeared to be bipedal. And they were fast fuckers.

:fine: she thought the word, hard.

:there is no need to shout. we can hear you without ‘thrusting’ your words at us:

She shook her head, trying to absorb the new data.

:will you let me go: She tried letting the thoughts float away.

:no:

:FUCK: she mind shouted. Twisting and pulling futilely again, she let panic run amok.

And fainted with the blows that fell from many sides at once.

**to be continued**