if this seems a little “out there” —bear with me. i’m getting better and my head often veers into strange places as i get back to being healthy. ūüėÄ ~nilla~


Sherry ran into the office to see Bradley pulling his hair and staring at his cell phone.

“What, what??” she pulled at his sleeve.

“It…it…it’s coming…it…baby…Maggie…”

Understanding dawned. Maggie, his wife, had gone into labor, and about two weeks early.

“Look, go. It’s probably Braxton-Hicks, but you can’t be sure since it’s her first. Go.”

“B-but I can’t…alone…you…baby…”

He really was the classic flustered first-time dad, she thought, smiling at him.

“I will be fine. What happens in a small time museum like this? Nothing. Ever. The boss knew you would be on call for Maggie, so I’ll text him and keep him up to speed. Go.¬†Gooooo.”

She push-turned him, snapping him out of his bewildered trance. He grabbed his keys from the desk and ran out the door. A moment later his head popped back inside.

“Thanks Sherry!”

And he was gone. Shaking her head in amusement, she walked to the window. Moments later his head appeared down below. The streets were quiet at this late hour, and she watched the taillights of his car zip down the street. The halls of the small museum were quiet too, she mused, grabbing her phone, her nightstick, and her keys. Time for rounds.


In a Cosmic Alignment, many strange phenomena¬†are rumored to occur. The sudden massive explosive release of atoms into the atmosphere can trigger events both¬†small and nearly unnoticed, and grandiose, or even “weird”. Occurrences noted in the past, ¬†such as the opening of thousands of flowers simultaneously, or a massive hatching of insects have¬†not been “officially” recorded as causal as related to the Cosmic Alignment. Also noted, but not attributed to the CA Phenomenon, are the sudden rise of sexual need in all animals within the cone of effect, and the transformation of things from one state of being to another. Little is known about the phenomenon since it happens only once a millennia, and rarely do people record the events that are seen, fearing that they will be perceived as insane.

Such an alignment is anticipated to  happen on this day, in the deep part of the night in the northern hemisphere. The changes will last for just a while, as the super-excited electrons dance through the cosmos, drive into our atmosphere, and encite chaos in random and unpredictable ways.


The dizzy spell hit her just as she opened the door to the statue room. She held onto the open portal, swaying, until she felt herself settle. That was weird, but then again, she couldn’t recall if she’d actually eaten lunch or just thought about it. The light in here seemed dimmer than she remembered and she made a mental note to put in a work request to have it checked. There seemed to be a noise across the room. Stupid vent in this room had been acting up all week. She walked over to it, bending down to peer at the stupid thing. Ah. There was a piece of paper wedged in the metal slats and…

A hand grabbed her shoulder, pushed her to the wall. She pushed back but there was not an ounce of give.

“Woman,” the voice, deep and resonant sounded in her ear. There was the smell of woods and something exotic. “Woman…”

Shivers ran up her spine. No one was here but her. No one but…

Hands reached around her cupping and squeezing her breasts. They were not gentle, and she didn’t want them to be. No wait. She didn’t want. For crying out loud, she was on duty. Her head spun as he pinched her nipples and a moan came from her, her breath catching even as she tried to form a single word. She couldn’t turn her head around enough to see, to catch of glimpse of whomever was pressing her, face first, into the damned wall!


The hands tore her uniform shirt open. Shock held her quiet for a moment. That shirt was made for abuse. Virtually¬†nothing could tear it. Yet he’d just ripped it apart like it was cotton fluff. The hands, cool and smooth, fought with her bra, ripping that off until his skin touched hers. Teeth sank into her neck, making her moan and arch.

No, this wasn’t right wasn’t good wasn’t..shouldn’t be…ohhhh.

His hands fumbled with her pants, but in moments tore them away from her until she was naked, pressed to the wall, large hands roaming over her hot, oh so unbearably hot, skin.

She knew it was coming. She knew he was going to pierce her with his cock, fill her. Knew it and couldn’t stop him. ¬†Or.

Wouldn’t stop him.


Wanted. Wanted with a fierceness that was primal. Some force beyond herself drove her to accept what was happening. It was right for him to take her. To fill her with his thick cock. To drive into her body and use her fully.

The sound of panting-hers-filled her ears. He was quiet, murmuring softly against her neck as his engorged penis probed at her pussy lips. She wanted to fight him. She wanted him to fuck her.

His hands weren’t gentle on her skin. His cock wasn’t gentle as it filled her in one hard thrust. Panting and moaning as his hips rocked against her ass, she felt herself pushing back, offering herself. Almost beyond thought, her only consuming desire was to be used, to be filled by whomever was standing behind her. The lights dimmed, then brightened with every deep-filling thrust. Her pussy was pummeled, yet began to ooze and leak as she rose to her first orgasm. As if she liked it. As if she needed it. As if she craved exactly what he was doing to her.

“ooooooOOOOOOHHHHhhhh” she whimpered as her body quaked and shook. He didn’t stop, he just kept fucking her steadily hips hammering back and forth while his hands continued mauling her tits. She knew there would be bruises in the morning. The thought only excited her more. Her head fell back, and he bit her throat, lips and teeth working from the tender joining place at her shoulder, all the way up the line of her neck, until he took her ear between his teeth and shook his head, growling.

She exploded.

Cunt juice flowed from her in a huge wave of release. She felt the spatter of it on the floor, on her legs. She shook her head no, noo000000…but his persistent rhythm didn’t change.

“Oh can’t can’t please…” her breath wheezed, her pussy throbbing with the sensitive aftermath of such a powerful orgasm. Hands grabbed her hair, pushed her down. In moments she found herself on the floor, doglike. His hands grasped her hips now, pulling her hard against his crotch, impaling her over and again on the thick hardness. He showed no sign of coming, no weariness. His hips thrust forward as he pulled her back, doubling the impact of his body into hers. Her belly quivered, the pain deep as he all but punched her uterus with his cockhead.

“please…oh hurts…”

And she came again, even harder. Her hands slipped until her shoulders rested on the floor, her ass lifted high in the air and taking his swollen shaft even deeper into her belly. In that moment before he stiffened, in the millisecond before he began spurting deep into her womb, she knew, knew, he was impregnating her.

Heat began to fade. His cock left her pussy, still hard, and entered her ass. A scream came from her throat as he pierced her anus with swift brutality.

“Woman,” he said with a sigh, sinking balls deep. She felt the slap of them against her swollen and still dripping cunt. She’d never had a man fuck her ass before. The pain of her stretched rectum warred with the erotic sensations. It hurt. It was painfully weird. It was..

“Oooooogod” she screamed as an orgasm clamped her pussy, her ass, tightly. She felt his cock jerk in response, swore she could feel the hot spray of his semen filling her asshole. The hard shaft left her body with an audible *pop*.

She fainted.


When the Cosmic Alignment ends, things swiftly return to their previous ‘normal’ state. The flowers continue to bloom, the insects continue to hover, but the more extreme reactions begin to fade. Things that have transformed, go back to their prior status. The sudden upsurge of sexual energy is spent, and the participants usually return to their normal activities after a deep, dreamless sleep. All things return to the status quo.¬†

Until the next Alignment.


She stared at the plastic stick in her hand. It matched the 4 other ones on her bathroom counter.

She was pregnant. How the¬†hell could she be pregnant if she wasn’t sleeping with anyone? Some sort of immaculate conception? She vaguely recalled the night that Brad had gone to the hospital as being kind of strange. Of waking up at home and not remembering getting there. Of her pussy and ass aching, and strange marks on her hips and neck. But there was no one at the Museum other than herself, a bunch of paintings on the walls, and a marble statue of Zeus in the center room.

She also remembered that there was some talk about his facial expression having changed. In the past it had seemed that he’d been stoic-faced. But now he seemed to be wearing a faint, nearly smug smile. She allayed it to the artsy-fartsy people who came to museums to do what she mockingly referred to as “deep looking”. Seriously, she thought the art was beautiful and all, but then again, she was just a normal sort of woman. Besides, as far as she could tell, he’d always looked at her like he was smiling, and always just a bit smugly. Not that he was looking at her. He was just looking around the room. The way statues did. Right? ¬†Statues did not come to life in the middle of the night and fuck you brainless. And impregnate you. They just didn’t.

She stared at the stick in her hand.


The End.


I KNOW! You hate the ending. You want more. You want me to explain. But no! I want YOU to think about it. Puzzle over it. Turn it around in your brain. Seriously. That’s ¬†a writers job, to intrigue you into puzzling over a story.

One more piece of back-story. I wrote this the other night. Fully, in one fell swoop, sitting here at my computer until midnight pounding it out. I swear, the story just sizzled through my fingertips. But WordPress had other ideas and refused to save the 2nd half of the story.

You know. The good part. The whole sex scene. 

I was So. Fucking. Pissed. It was done, a full 1700 plus word story, and I was so happy it had come out so well in one go. It rarely happens that WP has a glitch so I should be okay with it, but I spent all day fuming over it. I wasn’t going to finish it. I was just going to throw it in the trash and be done with it already. But the story haunted me all day. “Finish me.” So. Sigh. Here I am again, writing……the sexy part. I like to imagine that her child, a son in the image of his father (ahem) grows up to become an artist himself.

A sculptor.


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She woke, stretching. Before her, the bridge of her ship winked with all lights green and steady. All was fully functioning, no signs of distress. She must have nodded off for a while. Checking the chrono, she saw that she’d been asleep no more than an hour.

She took care of some housecleaning chores after setting the bridge to autopilot, picking up soiled jumpsuits and putting them in the cleaning chute. She tidied up her small mess-hall, wiping the table, the dispensing unit, and performing a maintenance check. When her small ship was shipshape, she stopped, hands on hips, and surveyed her space. Nice. Tidy.

That her little nap had made such a difference in her energy level was surprising, but she’d been feeling a bit off of late. She sat in the captain chair, and plotted a course to the nearest star-base. She needed out of this small ship, some recreation, maybe some sex.


Oh, wasn’t that a necessary thing? She’d been carting her ass all over the fucking galaxy for nigh onto 8 months, and it was time for a break. She’d delivered meds to Praxus 3, flash-frozen livestock to Annabus, and a handful of packages to Alpha Centauri. She began to long for the scent of vegetation in the wind, the gleam of water, and the dance of real sunlight on her skin. It was time to go home to Terra Two, and soon. But for now, it was time to kick up her heels.

“I’ve been a good girl for too long.”

She spoke to the computer.


“Shut the fuck up,” she murmured, annoyed with the stupid drone. She needed an upgrade, to a companion unit. She turned in a fast circle, catching a whiff of herself.


She set the bridge to its new course, put on auto engage, and headed for her¬†minuscule¬†shower. Her left nipple was tender, just a bit. She didn’t remember hitting her breast on anything. Best to check it later. Doffing her clothing, and dropping ¬†it on the floor, she stepped into the stall, pushing buttons marked “clean” and “hair” and “deodorize”. A rush of air, a whiff of cargo chemical wash, the sting of a fast deodorant rinse, and she was done. Stepping clear of the cleansing unit, she swooped up her dirty duds, and stuffed it in the cleaning chute, and punched buttons ¬†on the Wardrobe box for something new. While the box hummed she checked her nipple in the mirror. A small bruise decorated her rosy orb, but nothing else. Might have done something in her sleep, she mused. The box chimed once, catching her attention.

In seconds, a pair of tight black pants, and a sparkle top appeared. Sliding into the pants, she admired how they showed her trim calves off, and the round curves of her ass. The shirt was skin-tight, and rubbed against her nipples, making them rise.

Nothing said “fuck me” like a sparkly shirt, and nipples, she thought with a smile. A chime caught her attention.

“yes, comp, what is it?”

The mechanical voice droned, “intersect with Space Station Delta in 15 standard minutes”


“I do not compreh…”

“Shut the fuck up,” she muttered. Fucking company issue computer! It didn’t comprehend the most basic of niceties. ¬†Ordering a pair of heeled sneaks to compliment the outfit, she spent a moment fluffing her now-clean hair, and applying a bit of paint to her face.

By the time she docked, she was ready to debark her little ship and have some fun.


Spaceports the galaxy over were the same, flying orbs that housed a variety of events for an ever-changing community of players. Some came to shake off space dust, as she had, some had come to transact business, and some were here for no good at all.

Those kind were often the most fun.

She strode into the manager’s office, and ordered her computer upgrades. Might as well take care of that while she was here. Better than dry docking anywhere else. Business done, she set off to find a bar.

Not a bar. Something a bit more exotic. Someplace with quiet corners and perhaps some music to move to. Right about now she was as randy as she’d ever been.


He stood at the copperwood bar, drinking. He’d had a hell of a week, a hell of a year, really. He was not cut out for space work. ¬†The green hills and farmland of home called to his spirit, yet the lure of space riches had sent him skyward. It was a decision that he only partly regretted. He’d be heading home, soon, and well set financially to take up the family homestead. He thought of his mother, waiting for her boys, tending the garden, of the golden retriever that sat at her feet for companionship these days. He’d seen the corn planted, the fields filling with sprouts, the tasseling and harvesting and clearing- all through the vids she’d sent. He missed the clear blue lake near the house, and the call of birds, the sharp tang of skunk, all the things that living on Terra One meant to him.

Still, he had gone with his brothers, worked hard these last months. It was uninspiring work, the view out any screen of the deep ebony of space. Even the beauty of the stars had become mundane after a while. He worked hard for the first six months. He tried harder for the next three. And then the mind-numbing boredom began to wear on him, and he began sleeping. A lot. There was hardly a day when he didn’t oversleep. It wasn’t intentional, he told his siblings. It was just that the boredom was getting to him. Big time. He’d though the excitement of being on a space ship would be fun. That he would love it. He was dead-wrong.

He’d been late often in his short-loved career, but just yesterday, ¬†he’d fallen asleep in his berth longer than he’d anticipated, causing him to miss nearly an entire shift. His brothers were not pleased, and only the fact that they were brothers kept them from beating the shit out of him when he’d finally shown up. He’d taken his older brothers shift to compensate, but visions from his dream-state kept him unfocused enough that they’d shaken their heads and sent him to the galley to make their dinner instead.

Closing his eyes, he could see her, the memories of the dream woman ¬†were that strong. She was petite, pretty, with huge eyes, ¬†and an even bigger rack. Her nipples were sweet and pink, and he remembered the feel of them between his fingers. ¬†He remembered too, the feeling of the soft silk of ¬†her hair as his hand fisted deeply in the long tresses, of her head bent back, those eyes staring up at him in fear. He’d dreamt of fucking her, hard and rough and fast. He was surprised that he hadn’t awoken covered in cum. In his dream-state, he’d shot string after string into her tight, hot, belly. His brothers would have teased him mightily – it was one thing to dream or watch porn, and another thing entirely to act like a randy teenager over it.

Now here he stood, mission finished. After a long ¬†terran year out in the meteor belt, they had finished filling the payload and were heading back to Terra Two to deliver it. The brothers had decided to dock here for a few days of rest and relaxation, arriving late last night. He knew he wouldn’t be going on with them; done with adventuring in space, he was ready for some settle time back home.¬†He hoped to make a connecting shuttle and head back to Terra One. His mother would be ecstatic.

She walked into Tropic Shores, a dimly lit “recreational playground for adults, only” with a cat-like stride that moved like liquid sex. Her pants were tight, her heeled sneaks, sky-scraper tall. A few heads turned, and an Austorian goat-man whinnied at her. Of course, they would fuck anything. She didn’t smile, not seeking to encourage the creature. Once on target, they could be difficult to dissuade. Deciding to grab a drink at the bar and survey the options before she found a table, she stopped in shock…and recognition.

He was here.

The hunter.

Something deep and primal made her want to turn and flee. Memories returned with a rush, of running, hiding, and his arms like bars around her.

Of his fingers squeezing her plump nipple.

Of his cock buried in her pussy.

Of his seed flushing her womb.

Of his mouth on her throat.

Of his fist in her hair.

He stood, drink half-raised to his mouth, equally shocked. She watched him transform to the Hunter in seconds. It wasn’t a physical transformation, so much as mental. His eyes grew steely, his hand fisted at his side, his body went alert.

“Oh honey, if I was 75 years younger, I’d go gobble him right up! Whatcha waiting for? Go, sizzle.” She turned to see a native of Senglad, purple eyebrow raised. Her lips were curled into a smile, looking more like blue cauliflower, really. She frowned when the female poked her shoulder with one long finger, also blue.

“Go on with you, you silly thing. He’s lookin’ like he wants to just¬†devour you, lucky girl.”

That was pretty much her assessment as well. Before she could make any decision, to stay and confront, or turn and flee, he strode up to her, stopping a scant inch in front of her. He was definitely intruding on her personal space.


It was peremptory, and raised her hackles. She heard, vaguely, the happy squee of the Sengladian, as His hand closed around her forearm,  all but dragging her to one of the dimly lit grotto seating areas. Sounds from the area behind them made her very aware of what was going on there, and she felt a fresh surge of lust. Squashing it like an unwanted insect, she glared up at him.

“I’m not going with you…you …barbarian!”

“It appears you have.” He shoved her into a couch with no trouble at all, then straddled her.

“How did you do it?” He growled at her, as she lay under him. How familiar that was, the fucking bastard.

She lay back, propped up on her elbows, looking at the irate man pinning her to the lounge.

“What? What? Do what? I just got here, and…”

“You put me into your web and played a game with me.”

She shook her head, vehemently.

“Oh no, buddy boy. I fucking well did not.”

“Manners. You need not sound like a cruiser pilot.”

“Buddy, I AM a cruiser pilot. And I didn’t do a fucking thing to you. YOU did. Hunt me, will you?” She swatted his broad chest.

Damn he smelled good.

Her pussy stirred to life, even as his eyes narrowed. He looked at her tits, as her nipples roused, poking out the fabric of her shirt.  She thought about bucking him off of her, while her tits distracted him, the stupid bastard.

Yeah, right.

She thought about fucking him, more to the truth. Damn him.

“Look. Let’s agree that neither of us have any idea of what the fu–” she paused, then deciding the better part of valor was restraint, continued on “…..heck happened to us. ¬†I can tell you that I heard voices, but that might make you think I was star-crazed or something-”

“no…I too heard voices,” he interrupted her. “As if we were pawns in a game.”

“Yes!” She sat up further, excited now. “Yes, that’s it exactly! And I’d forgotten it until I saw you, you cocky bastard, standing there at the bar. I wonder what the hell it all means.”

She felt the heavy lump against her thigh, her eyes drawn to the hidden treasure at the junction of his legs. Her eyes rose to his. She knew what¬†that¬†meant, at least. Something spurred her on, words that she didn’t know she was going to say all but spurted from her mouth.

“I’d like to try it again. Without the titty tags, and all the woo-woo stuff.”

“Try ….again?” He sounded disbelieving.

“You…I…” she flushed, suddenly embarrassed. The guy had fucked her, for gosh sake. It wasn’t like they were total strangers. They’d been naked in those scenes…yet it all had an element of the surreal to it.

“You. Me. Maybe a meal? A few drinks? And a bed. A really big, big bed.” She grinned. His cock understood, if that sudden growth spurt was any indication. Looking at her, into her, he finally slid back, moving off of her. ¬†Standing beside the lounging couch, he proffered his hand, and led her to a proper dining slot, silently agreeing with her, and began to talk.

“I make my home on Terra One….”

she turned away from the monitor with a smile. her children stirred up troubles from time to time, and she was glad that this incident was readily repairable. the two terrans would make good mates.  taking their two metal tags, she popped them together, fusing them with a single thought, then placed them up in a jar with similar paired discs. another task completed, she moved off to her next chore,  softly singing a song of love under her breath.

the end

Tagged (3)

The mist swirled and she knew she was seconds away from yet another scenario. She wanted to cry out, to protest. She’d been hunted, and been stored, sleeping. Was it a dream she couldn’t wake from? She closed her eyes.

The sound of insects churring softly brought her to full awareness. Opening her eyes she saw the gilded silver of light from a far-off horizon. Dawn, or sunset, she wondered. The tag on her tit burned, and she saw that there was some sort of writing on it now. It tingled, burned, made her aware.

run well…

Did she hear it, that disembodied voice, or was it only in her head? Rising to her feet, she quickly scanned her surroundings.  She smelled water, that cool, damp scent that only came near a large body of water. Glancing up, she saw the sky was definitely brightening. Her tag tinged  and she knew the hunter was here, too.

There was low shrubbery here, and what may have been the haze of trees off in the distance- or maybe it was only the morning fog that came over water. She felt the sense of his presence drawing nearer and wondered if there was some kind of sensor in the tag on her nipple. She’d had minimal issue with the damned thing, other than the annoyance of having someone taking the liberty of piercing her in the first place.

She crouched, scanning the undergrowth. Somehow, she sensed that he would come from there. Yet the way forward was blocked by what was obviously a very large lake. Smooth as glass now, there was no way to get into it without leaving a trail of ripples behind. Having no idea what kind of creature might live in the depths, she decided to forego entry to the liquid, and moved just beyond the curving shoreline, moving away from the bogland.


He moved through the bushes with stealth, and speed. This time he would not fail to capture his prey. His tag almost chimed with her presence, and of a sudden, she came into view. She was moving slowly around the edge of the lake, darting fast glances over her shoulder.

Good, she was wary of him, as well she should be. His shaft hardened, his mouth smoothed into a firm line, as he began his approach. Vectoring her direction with his, he moved so that he would intersect her path…or drive her into the water. Somehow he thought that she would attempt to avoid that.


Glancing over her shoulder she saw him spring from the undergrowth. She rose from her crouch, and ran along the shore, the loose rocks slowing her. Attempting to veer away, head for the trees, she was abruptly airborne as he tackled her, taking her to the ground. They rolled together for a moment, and she could assess that he was almost a giant compared to her.  His arms were like cordwood, and about as strong as plas-steel, as they wrapped around her. She tried to kick, to knee him, but in moments she was face into the dirt, and he was upon her back.

His cock pierced between her legs as he entered her, yelling in victory. He fucked her, his shaft thick and long as it plunged into the space between her thighs. Her head ground into the dirt by his shoulder pushing her down, as his hands lifted her hips to better take control of her hole.

She growled, writhing to attempt to loosen his grasp, and he slapped her hard on her rump. The stinging swat was painful, and shockingly erotic. There was a humming buzz against her nipple, where her tag was pinned, and an answering buzz in her clit as the thick shaft pummeled her.

She didn’t want….. *ungh* ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†It had been so long since she’d last…..*uhhhh* ¬† ¬† She couldn’t want……..*uhuhuh*¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† Her last lover had been…..*mmmmmm…ooooohhhh*

There was no coherency to her thoughts, each unfinished, unformed, as he hit her ass firmly, while stroking into her. When he stopped she felt a sharp pang of disappointment. She growled. His finger probed the slit of her ass, finding her resisting backdoor.

She shrieked as he pressed against it, tried to scrabble away. She slipped from his grasp like she’d been oiled, half crawling away, as his cock fell out of her pussy with a wet sucking pop. She made it one foot, two, three, scrambling to her feet and running wildly. He lunged, ¬†missed, lunged again, missed again.

He didn’t miss the third time, grabbing her around her slender body with one strong arm, while taking a fistful of hair in the other, drawing her to an abrupt halt, and throwing her back to the ground. Flipping her onto her back, he fell atop her, driving his cock into her belly with all his pent-up frustration.

She didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t….their nipple tags clicked together with an audible sound, and an incredible sensation slammed into her, centering on her breast, but coursing through every molecule of her being, as if she had been hit with a jolt of sexual electricity.

She came explosively, drenching the ground under her bottom, and his shaft as he plunged into her wet tunnel. He grunted, similarly affected by their touching tags, then grunted again, as his shaft exploded his juice into her waiting womb. Drained, utterly, they lay in a tangle of limbs as the mist fell around them, and the ground dissolved. She hung there, alone, until she felt the spongy floor of her cell beneath her. Yet the voices were clearly audible.

my point!

That was not “her” voice. But the voice of her manipulator came fast on the heels of that first claimed point.

you cheated!

did not!

you did, she was almost free and you supplemented your piece.

i didn’t…he was always superior in strength. you are a poor looser.

The voices were raised in anger, and there was a feeling of eminent scuffling. Then that other voice, just at the bare threshold of  her hearing.  She was too tired to make sense of any of this. She ached, scratched by his nails, the rocks and twigs. Her pussy throbbed, her body spent, utterly exhausted as she slumped on the floor of her cell eating.  She drank three bottles of the crystal cold water, and began to feel drowsy. She was so tired of this. Over and over again. She would sleep, and heal. No idea how long she had been gone. No idea where she was.  She felt the rise of tears, yet ruthlessly pushed them away. She needed to get out of here.

Wherever the fuck ‘here’ was.

There was a chime, soft and distant, but one that she felt more than heard. There was a heavy sense of presence and this time, she could clearly hear the firm, loving tone.

It is time to put your toys away now, my darlings.

There was another brief squabble,


oh no, we’re just having fun!

please, just a bit more?¬†it was just getting fun…

There was a suffusion of calming waves, of gentle reprimand.

……you have had enough, now. it is time for us to go. let us release your toys, and be ¬†be on our way, my darlings…

then the hiss of the mist surrounding her. Oh gods, not again!

Tagged (2)

Through a slot in the wall, food was delivered. She took it carefully, biting gingerly, thinking about exotic poisons. Yet they could have done so several times already. ¬†One bite became two, then fully, rapidly, consumed. It even tasted pretty good-else she was too hungry to care. She ate fast, and drank from the pouch experimentally. Water. Clean, fresher than she’d ever had, and cool. She quaffed it down quickly.

“More water? H20?”

There was shimmer in the slot and another pouch of beverage appeared. She drank most of it, savoring the last few mouthfuls.  In moments she began to feel very sleepy, and slipped to the floor. Cradling her head with her arm, she was out in seconds.


She woke to the same mist as before.

“No!” she yelled, but the mist coalesced around her.

Again the feeling of falling, and the far-off sound of voices, arguing.

“No! No weapons! It was agreed.”

“She took point. I choose the bounty.”

A third voice interceded, an even farther off murmur that lay just on the edge of hearing, then silence.


It was dark. There were search beams crisscrossing the sky, reminding her of the old vid’s of Klieg lights back on Terra One. ¬†She was naked, still, only the chill of her new tag against her nipple the one discomfort. The air here was musty, and it was hard to see what was around her. She remembered that the hunter came soon after her own arrival.

Looking around her, she didn’t see any sign of a usable weapon. Her handler must have lost that issue, then. The trees here were massive, and widely spaced, as in a park. There was a sudden, sharp¬†ping against her breast; looking down she saw her tag was glowing.

fuck” she whispered softly. Placing her hand over her tag gave her a sharper jolt.

‘OW!’ she yelped, then clapped her stung hand over her mouth. Her tit tingled as well. So, she wouldn’t be permitted to hide it? It shone like a fucking beacon. She felt the shimmer in the air of¬†his insertion.

The hunter had arrived.

She darted from her crouched position behind a tree, to the next, and the next. Not sure where she was headed, she listened, darted, listened, darted.

There was a dark blur against her vision…reaching out her hand she found some kind of bush. Dropping to all fours, she crawled through the tangle of low branches. Scratches made her hiss, as limbs dragged along tender flesh, scraping lines along her sides, her back, her legs. It was dark here, the lights not reaching into the depths of tangled growth. Her seeking hand found stone. Reaching up, she felt more stone…some kind of boulder? Pressing hard against the rock as she rose slowly, she discovered an outcropping rising high over her head. She pushed her tit against it, accepting the tingle in her breast as she hid the gleaming glow from the one who was seeking her.


He stood upon a tall rock cliff, gazing below. A large blur of forest flowed from the base of the hillock as far as he could see. The stray and random lights shone hither and yon, but did not reveal the prey he was seeking. She was, as he was discovering, clever. He didn’t know why he needed to find her, but the spirit that guided him assured him that finding her was of utmost importance. ¬†He had only seen her once, from afar. She was lithe, and quick. He admired that.

He felt a tingle against his nipple. His tag glowed in the darkness.

Ah…she was close, then.


The tingle in her tit grew in intensity. For a moment she wondered if the minerals in the rock face were setting something off, and then realized it might be an alarm that the hunter was getting closer.

A pebble fell off the face far above her, bouncing its way down the sheer cliff, narrowly missing her as it popped onto the ground.

He was just above her.

She stilled, breathing slowly, carefully. If she moved an iota he’d know she was here. Still, it was a sheer face, and he would need time to get down. But he couldn’t know for sure that she was here. Her heartbeat quickened at the sound of feet scrabbling over rock, the loose jangle of pebbles bouncing over scree. ¬†Yet she judged he was a good 40 feet or more above her. She wanted to bolt, but she hugged the stone closer, thinking only “granite”¬†as she attempted to merge into the rock.


He knew she was close. His tag glowed and burned against his chest with a sensation that bordered on painful. He felt the *ting*  marking time points, and understood that his limit was nearly up. Because she had managed to evade him on the last chase, his time seeking had been shortened. The spirit guide had chastened him to be efficient and move with speed in locating her. But below, only the still and quiet forest moved.

Another ting sent him plunging nearly blind down the side of the rocky tower. Pebbles slipped and slid under his feet, until he crashed through a small cleft of branches and undergrowth. The forest lay before him…and a clear trail just in front of him showed where someone had crawled through the loam. ¬†His eyes tracked left, right, seeking another trick.

He moved behind a tree, touching where she had touched, crouching where she had crouched. He felt her closeness now, almost scented her. His cock roused as the hunt focused around him, as he followed the trail around tree after tree. Ahead was a thicket, but he wasn’t going to be fooled this time. He passed the obvious entry into the thicket, and watched, close to the ground to see where she had really gone.

The fog dropped suddenly, and he felt the ground move, heard a female sneeze behind him¬†in the thicket. Fuck! She’d fooled him once more….


Point, again!

The deep, disembodied voice followed her back to her prison. She wasn’t sure what she’d done right, but the voice sounded jubilant. She shivered, touching the quiescent tag on her breast. Fog filled her chamber, before she could protest, and she fell to the floor once more, fast asleep, hand outstretched toward something she wasn’t fully aware of.


She woke with a cold shiver, as something pressed chill against her left nipple. The last thing she remembered, she thought muzzily, was…what? It felt like she was pulling herself up through a thick tunnel of taffy, as she worked towards wakefulness. So groggy. So disoriented.

A sudden hissing sounded near her head, and a sharp and unpleasant tang met her nose.  With a sickening snap, and a roil of her stomach, she was suddenly totally awake and aware.

“Arise, female.”

The disembodied voice came from nowhere, and everywhere. Her eyes  moved around the small space. She looked like she was in an airlock, sans window.

Remembering came with wakefulness. She’d been on the bridge of her small scout-about, when an alien creature had materialized right in front of her. There’d been only a moment to gasp, before it had shot her with some strange gelatinous goop. The blue stuff had hit mid-chest. Moving to wipe it away, she’d been shocked to discover that her limbs were locked in a sudden stasis. In seconds the blue gel had completely covered her and she remembered the sensation of falling, then nothing.

Another shiver, and a soft tinkle came to her ears. What the fuck?

She moved to sit, realizing at last that she was naked, and that there was a dull ache in her left nipple. A small ring lanced through it, with a bell hanging down, thus the jangle. Though she searched for a way to remove the item, it appeared to have no opening.

“You will need to earn your tag. For now the bell will signal your whereabouts. Your release to habitat suitable for your breed commences in 1 minute, standard.”

“Wait! What the fuck is going on here?” she yelled, her hand on the panel before her.

“Don’t be caught; earn your tag.”

There was a chime, not her bell, and a sudden whoosh of pressure against her ears. In seconds, she felt the floor fall away, and all merged into a pale gray fog.

When the fog cleared, she stood on a grassy knoll. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky. Turning full circle, she saw a meadow before her, a forest behind. In the meadow, tall grasses waved. In the trees, shadows beckoned.

“Don’t get caught, female, earn your tags.” What the fuck did that mean? At the farthest point from her, the air distorted, and she heard the sound that presaged her displacement from what must have been a holding cell.

“Your hunter has arrived. You must evade for one standard hour.”

The voice was gone.

Dropping to her knees, she slithered through the grass trying to not create a ripple in the grass. There was no way to tell if the hunter had seen her, but her head told her that the trees was likely the safest place to hide. Then again, isn’t that what most hunted would think? She crept around the bottom of the small rise she’d been on, looking back at her telltale trail.

Quickly she headed for the woods, reaching the firmer loam there in minutes. Doubling back, she returned to where the trail divided, and headed there. It ended at a small pond. No way to tell how deep it was, she made tracks in the mud to the water’s edge, then backed and turned away, to the grass trail. Hopefully her hunter would think she had come this way, turned away, and headed to the woods. Back she went, leaping across her trail, and into the water, covering her breast with one hand to quiet her bell. Fucking bell! ¬†It was cool in the water, but bearable. She walked deeper, grabbing at reeds as she moved along the edge. By pure luck she discovered that they were hollow, the one in her hand breaking as she slipped on the bottom muck. An older reed, it was broken at the top as well, blackened and ruined.

She felt suddenly, that time was closing, the hunter would be close, and wrapping her hair into her hand, lest it float to the surface and betray her, she sank down amongst the reeds until only her eyes could see. She held the reed steady, amongst the other reeds, and set one end in her mouth. Trying to breathe slowly through it, she heard the faintest rustle in the grass.

He emerged upon the path she’d trod, then looked carefully around at the muddle of tracks she’d made. He was gorgeous, tall, tanned, dark of hair, and muscular. She nearly gasped as she saw a tag on his right nipple. Instead, she held steady, hoping to not create ripples with each breath. After what seemed an eternity, he stood, gazed around the pond, and turned back to the trail.

She had a feeling he’d turn back, and moments later, she was glad she’d remained in place. He leapt into the area, gazing around the pond with brilliant eyes. She imagined dark skies, stars through her viewfinder, and ignored the cold that was making her skin shrivel. A moment, another, and he moved off again, this time at a trot. ¬†She counted seconds until she reached 300, then slowly rose, backing one step ¬†at a time, away from the pond where she’d first entered, and eased out of the pond upon a flat rock. Grasses towered above her, and she sat for a moment, shivering, holding her bell quiet. Awkwardly, she moved off, into the grasses, squatting, clutching her bell, and hoping to find where¬†he had emerged into the scene.

It took forever, rough vegetation scraping along her skin, to move across the meadow. Her legs cramped, she felt the persistent annoyance of mud drying under her toenails, and she smelled horrible. At long last, she found the rocky outcropping poking up from the meadow. Clambering up upon it, she peered over the edge, trying to see across the long, rolling grassland and into the dark wood beyond. She heard a shout, and saw him. He emerged from the forest, his body radiating annoyance.

The air around her filled with fog, and she heard a voice speak.

“My point!”

She awoke in her cell, clean, sweet-smelling, and hungry. As she sat up, she felt heaviness in her breast. Touching, she realized that her bell was gone, and a shiny tag was in its place.


Space Sex (2)

Before I get into today’s story, let me add some really AWESOME news!

Felt Tips, the anthology that I have a short story in, is released today. Yes, TODAY, 12/12/12!!!! It is available at many ebook forums, including Amazon, Smashwords, BN, and soon, at iBooks. ¬†There are a ton of authors who have added to this “Work Place Sexy” story theme, and you’ll find mine under “Kiki Snow”. I hope you’ll see it, buy it, download it. Eventually it will be in “real” book format, but not just now. All proceeds will go to Adopt a Classroom. So? What are you waiting for? Go! See! Buy!

felt tips cover art

and now, onto today’s story…..

(part one here)

He lay in his berth, his left arm wrapped around the soft, warm body of the ….woman? he had just fucked.

What was she, exactly? Computer generated, but real to the touch. To all the touching. His hand stroked over her flesh, touching, exploring. Her tits were works of art. She breathed, he could feel her soft inhalations in and out against his belly. She slept, as well she should after round one of intense sexual release. He decided he wasn’t going to try to figure out what to call her, human, humi-graph, whatever. What he was going to think about, now that the initial blow was over, was what would come next. Computer had been right, dammit, knowing exactly what he’d needed to clear his mind. Three hundred seventy one days without fucking was a long, long time. The hand jobs he’d given himself in the scant shower had been less than satisfactory, just a release of tension.

He felt his cock growing firm, the tightness in his groin pressing against the round ass pressed back against him. She shifted, inviting his shaft to press between her cheeks. The heat from her body ignited a burning fire in him. In one fluid motion, he turned her to her belly, and growled at her to pull her knees under her. Her face turned against the mattress, her ass raised in the air, he didn’t need words…her body spoke eloquently to his shaft. He felt the throb and pulse intensely, and knew he had to be inside of her. ¬†Hands braced on her bottom, he pressed her butt apart, and found that tight swirled button hidden deep in her cleft. His cock, already dripping, painted the entry to her backside with a dash of wet, and then he pressed forward. She moaned, a deep, throaty song that spurred him on. Wildness, barely contained, had him surging forward, pressing into that tight opening, his cock plummeting ¬†inside.

She was hot as a fucking furnace inside. The walls of her ass held him tight, the spincter at the entry a tight grasp that massaged him with every stroke. It was the best ass fucking he could remember, her body accepting every thrust, her moans feeding that primal beast inside of him. His hips moved like a piston, pounding her rectum, until, fingers digging into her hips for balance, he ground against her, and shot wad after thick wad into her asshole.

They melted together, falling bonelessly to the bed. Sleep claimed him, then.


He woke, refreshed, when the chime for his shift alarm bonged insistantly.

“Lights,” he yawned.

The computer knew his preference for not-too-bright-in-the-fucking-morning, and a soft glow illuminated his sleeping area. He stretched, feeling as if he’d had the best workout in his life. Muscles moved fluidly as he rose, and slid into unders, then his worksuit. ¬†Pausing, he looked back at the bed, frowning.


“Yes, William?”

Was it his imagination, or had his computer become more familiar in her tone?

“Where is she?”

“She is me, and I am she.” The sound of soft female laughter filled his head. His computer was fucking giddy. Shaking his head, he asked again.

“The she…the you…whatever you call her. Where is she?”

“She has been…withdrawn. You must report for your shift in 27 minutes. Your coffee is in the unit, prepared. A muffin is in the food bin.”

Then, shocking him, she anticipated his next question.

“She will return to you when your shift is over, and will happily entertain you to sleep. And she will continue to return to you for as long as you remain. The ship is scheduled to return to Dock Station Earth in 22 days. You will be able to debark there, and go to your Bimini Island at that time.”

“I’m thinking more South Pacific, actually,” he jumped in. Still puzzled that the computer was being less like a computer and more like…more like a companion, then ever before. Still, having spent most of the prior evening fucking the holy fuck-all in a computer-generated form, perhaps this was more like a morning-after chat?

“Cook Islands then. I will help with your travel plans.”

The chime that alerted him that he had 15 minutes left, pre-shift, had him agreeing with ‘her’, and moving into his small kitchenette. The coffee was perfect, and the muffin, blueberry, his favorite. He ate, hungrily. As he finished the first mug of coffee, there was a soft “bing”. He opened up the warm foods door, and there was a thermos of coffee.

“For later,” came her voice. A hand touched his shoulder. Turning, there¬†she¬†was. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed his cheek, then tucked her head shyly into his neck. As before, she was naked. Pulling the thermos from the unit, he tugged her closer still, his fingers wove into her hair, tipping back her head, and taking her mouth in a kiss as full as hunger as if last night hadn’t happened.

“go,” she whispered against his mouth. His lips tightened. For the first time in 371 days, he considered taking a personal day.

“Your coffee,” she reminded him, breaking eye contact with him, pointing to the counter behind him. He turned to grab it, knowing when he turned back she would be gone.

The chime sounded.

“Time for work, be safe…” Her voice, soft and sweet, filled the air in his room, and the empty place where he claimed he had no heart, as he moved out the door and into his day.

Space Sex (1)

ever have a story just grab you by the throat, shake the fuck outta you and *make* you write it? that’s exactly what happened with this one. Stuck in my head for two days, zinging around in all that space, and then finally throttling me until I sat down, at 10:21 p.m. to write the damned thing. And so it is done. A bit on the weird side, but yanno…it is a nilla tale…ya gotta expect some weird here! And I know, I know, unfinished tales in my queue, but really ….this story threatened to hurt me if I didn’t start writing it…

He threw his duffel across the room, landing it with practiced ease on his bed. His rack wasn’t all that big, but big enough. He’d worked long and hard to secure quarters that wouldn’t make him space-crazed. ¬†That he was here in his quarters at all, rather than on deck was pissing him the fuck off.

Yeah, so he’d been snarky. Fuck ’em.

“Fuck ’em,” he growled.

“Request not understood.” The soft, sexy, definitely¬†female¬†voice of his room recreation computer even sounded puzzled.

“Nevermind,” he said with a sigh, ruffling his hair. He wore it longer than most did out here. He was an individual. Not a droid. Not a space nut, not even a long-term ranger. He would do his time, earn his credits, and then settle back on Earth on some tiny island like…Bimini or one like it. Someplace peaceful, warm, with miles of blue sky and blue water all around him.

He was getting tired of the blackness of space.

Perhaps he should have taken Rissa up on her offer of some bone-melting sex. Her words, not his. Any hole in a port, he thought a touch snidely. Rissa had fucked every other body on this ship, likely including the droids. She was one horny fucking bitch, to be sure. A terrific science officer, but her pussy was on overdrive. He’d never quite managed to be “caught” by her, but tonight, she might be just what he needed.

“That’s it. I just need a good fuck. But not just a hole…maybe someone to listen to me. Someone sweet. Someone horny but obedient. Someone who wants to please me, who won’t be upset if I smack her ass while I fuck it.”

He hadn’t fucked an ass in a thousand years, it seemed. Way back in his earth days, when he was at the institute, his girlfriend. What was her name? Kayla! Yes, that was it. She had been into anal big time, and had cum like a bitch in heat. He smiled, remembering.

He jolted at the soft tap on his shoulder.

She stood there, soft perfection.

And naked.

Very, very naked. Her tits were exactly what he liked. Round, firm melons with hard nipples jutting out, seeming to beg for his touch. His fingers ached with the longing to tug them, even as his mouth filled with spit from the strong tug of desire to suck and bite.

Her waist was narrow…but not wasp-thin. He preferred his women with a bit of meat on them. Her pubs were bare. He saw the fat puffy lips and the long line of her slit disappearing between her closed thighs. Her legs were long and strong looking-perfect for wrapping around his waist as he fucked her.


He was nonplussed. Who was this? Why was she in his berth? And how soon could he get his rigid cock in one of her holes.

“I’m for you.”

“She is for you, William.” The¬†mellifluous voice of the computer came from the air around him…and from her lips. They spoke simultaneously.

“I am yours. Your body specs were read, and you were depleted in the area of sexual activity. Computer designed me to¬†supplement¬†your need. Do I please you?”


“Yes?” Again, like stereophonic sound¬†from the olden days, he heard Computer’s voice from the hidden speakers in his room, and the naked girls mouth. He shook his head.

“Do I displease you?” She sounded…dejected.

“No! No, not at all. I just…had no idea that the computer could…would…was able…to do such a thing as this. I’ve never heard of it. Ever.”

“This is for you, William; you have gone without sexual release for 31 days, and without sharing sexual release with another since you arrived on the ship. ¬†371 days. ¬†Other humans have coupled. You have not. Your …preference for not sharing sex with the others on the crew have been noted.”

“So…you ….designed her for me? And I can …” he paused, reaching out to touch her, his hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft as a rose petal, and warm. A smile bloomed on her face at his touch.

“She is a working unit of soft tissue. She is¬†usable¬†for several days before she needs to be refreshed. She will learn your preferences. ¬†And grow and adapt to them. If you like to bite, she will enjoy being bitten. If you like to …”

“I get it!” He interrupted the computer before she could go into any more detail.

“I get it,” he spoke slowly, stroking down her shoulder to her tit, weighing it in his palm and stroking the hard nub of her nipple with his thumb.

“You get it,” she agreed, her voice a soft whisper as she leaned into his touch.

Tanked (2)

There was shock. Pure instinct kept her from screaming. She was, after all, underwater. Something was holding her tightly by the ankle and pulling her down into the tank.

Suddenly it released her and she popped back to the surface. She was in the center of the giant aquarium tank, naked, heart pounding.  Her hair hung in fat strings around her face, and the sting of salt water blurred her vision. There was a ripple behind her, and the blur of faces at the edge of the tank.

“Have fun, little fucktoy!” That had to be William. She’d known him all of 3 minutes and already she hated him. Her new boss wouldn’t sound that happy, wouldn’t be so crude. Her thoughts scattered as she was engulfed from behind. Thick, rubbery¬†things wrapped around her. Suckers attached to her flesh, everywhere. ¬†She screamed. There was a quick, firm tightening of the tentacles wrapped around her. She felt them touching her hair, her legs, her …no.

She screamed again as she felt the tickling touch sliding up between her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together tighter. She felt the twirling of tentacles around her ankles. She kicked, twisted, wriggled and writhed, to no avail. Her legs were yanked open abruptly. Then closed. Then opened. Her knees were jerked up to her chin, then pulled back, arching her into a bowed shape.

The message was clear; she had no free will, the ….thing….would do what it wanted with her.

She was twirled, turned to face the beast. He was ruddy, a color reminiscent of rubies.  The eye that studied her was blue, deep and intense, a color she had never seen before. The tentacles changed from that red of his torso, to a soft peach color. There was a strange beauty about him, if you were into that sort of creature. There was a gush of water around her legs. Looked down into the water, she saw what appeared to be giant lips opening and closing at the center-point where all the tentacles met.

He had not hurt her. He had not bitten her, invaded her, or done anything more than held her immobile. The stare of her employer yesterday was nothing compared to the unblinking look from this leviathan.

“Hi…” she offered, not sure what to say next. It felt kind of stupid to be introducing herself to seafood. “I’m Lori.”

A tentacle snaked up her calf, quickly up her thigh and over her belly. It slithered around her right breast, coiled and arched up her throat, then gently, almost tenderly, examined her face. She didn’t recoil from the touch; ¬†she could not move an inch in any event.

“He is not a beast, but cultured in his own way.” Mr. Withers spoke in his gravely voice. “If he accepts you, he will soon want to play.”

She looked up to see her boss sitting at the edge of the tank, watching her intently. No. Not¬†her. He couldn’t give a rat’s ass about her…he was worried about the beast.

“Play?” she replied, her voice acid, as her attention returned to the quivering mass of sea-flesh. “If this thing eats me, Mr. Withers, I swear I’ll haunt this place forever. And I’ll be sure to give this thing the worst case of acid indigestion ever.”

“He doesn’t eat humans. As I said, he is quite refined. I’ve known this fine fellow for many years,” she heard the unmistakable fondness in the old man’s voice.

As if their conversation had sparked something in the beast, the tentacles holding her fast disappeared. In seconds he had dived, down, down to the depths of the tank. She wondered how far down it went. She turned,  stroking towards the far side  of the tank where a ladder dipped into the water.

And was abruptly tossed into the air as the creature came flying up through the water like a torpedo, scooping her in it’s limbs, and throwing her skyward. ¬†She landed back in the tank with a splash that wetted the men watching the show. She heard the old man laugh with glee as she once again sank into the water.

She rose, sputtering, treading water and trying to scoop her hair out of her eyes. ¬†She head the deep laugh of one of the men. If it was William, so help her, she’d pull that ass into the tank so fast–. She blinked water out of her eyes, and glared. It was the other guard, doubled over and hooting.

Even Mr. Withers was smiling.

“Very well, we will go now, and let you two get to know one another better. You can’t harm him…but if you try I will be watching. There are video monitors, as well as views of the tank from every floor. And if you try, Ms. Butler, you won’t be fired. You will be severely reprimanded. By William, and his thick leather belt. Do be the employee you promised to be, yes?” He pulled his glasses out of his jacket pocket and perched them on his thin nose. Rising, he and the two goons left the room. She very distinctly heard the turn of the lock.

Swimming for the edge of the tank, she was halted by the sudden wrapping of suckered arms around her body, twirling and twining around her, stopping her dead in the water.

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.


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.


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.”


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.”


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.


fair warning…this may well ooook you out…(gosh, i hope so!) ~n~

She woke in the middle of the night, needing desperately  to pee.

“So glad I had that glass of water before bed” she grumbled as she sat on the edge of her bed, getting her bearings. Her eyes felt gritty, but she knew the way by feel. With a jaw-cracking yawn, she headed for the bathroom.

She moved to lift the lid, but it was already up. Funny, she was usually a stickler for closing it, ever since Clyde had fallen in. Stupid cat. ¬†He’d dripped toilet water all over the upstairs before she’d caught him and took him to the groomers.

She sat, and relaxed. oh. aaah. Man, her bladder had been aching. Her eyes still closed, she sat for a moment when she was done. The lights were off, with just the occasional flash of the street light several backyards away, as the trees danced in the night wind.

She heard a splash. Oh fuck. Was the toilet overflowing? Had she flushed it yet? Confused, she opened her legs to see if she could see the water.

In seconds, long, snake-like arms shot out of the toilet bowl. They wrapped around her thighs. She screamed. Another shot out and slapped against her chest, worming up to her face. Batting at it frantically, she struggled to move it off of her, to get away.

She was held tight. Twisting coils of …my god where they tentacles? ….kept coming up from between her splayed legs. Her arms were captured, her breasts seized.

She felt a probing at her rectum.

“NOOOOO,” she screamed, but the thing kept pushing. She squeezed as tightly as possible, even as she felt more of the gross things pressing into her vagina. The twisting, turning of them hit her clit, rubbed her pussy lips, and finally, punctured through her clenched asshole.

She was filled with nasty things, felt her belly ripping with the invading tendrils.

Her tits were squeezed. Tighter and tighter the coils wrapped around her, until only her nipples showed. She gasped, as she felt the deliberate tickle against her clit.

The invasion was short-lived, the wiggling, slimy things slipping from her pussy and ass of a sudden. The porcelain beneath her trembled a bit.  A small splash of water was her only warning, as a  thick, white protuberance passed up between her legs. Rising upwards towards her face, it  rubbed against her lips pressing firmly.

She tasted a sharp tang, a liquid both sweet and bitter, before it withdrew. She felt hot, then dizzy. A flush ran through her, a snap of heat so sudden, so intense that she felt jolted into sexual awareness. Her pussy flared into life; she felt the oozing of her sex-juice and heard it drip into the water below.

That fat, bulbous head pressed lower, tapping at her nipples, which swelled and beaded tightly. Lower still, it slid down the vee of her opened thighs, gliding along the top of the slit, now pressing her lower lips apart and rubbing against her sex center. Her clit all but sizzled. The moan was long, a string of saliva slipping from her half-opened mouth. It landed on that invader, making it writhe.

It pressed against her. She breathed a soft ‘no’, knowing it was useless to protest. It wouldn’t fit. It was so much bigger around than her pussy could take. It would tear her in half.

She couldnt’ find it in her to mind. She was turned on, electric with a need she could not explain.

It pressed  past her inner lips to the start of her sex hole. The shape of it morphed. It was the only way to explain what was happening. She could feel  it moving, stretching itself as it pressed hard, driving up into her. It was  so hot, so hard, so slippery, as it slid  into her body.

It twisted and twirled inside of her cunt; she wanted to ride it, hump it, make it fill her entire body with the need she felt for it. The pressure built, the thing felt hot and heavy inside of her.

Looking down, she could see her belly ripple with the movements of the beast inside of her. Again she felt the pressure on her asshole, but she was beyond fight.

Her nerve endings exploded into carnelian hues…she was electric, alive, jolting and jerking through the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.

She felt the waves of its (whatever the hell it was) cumming. Her belly distended, distorted with the amount of juice it poured into her body. It hurt. It was so painful. So erotic.

She fainted as her belly continued to accept his seed, as she came in one unending wave of orgasmic bliss.

She woke in her bed.

What a strange dream.

Rising, she stretched, bending left, then right, arms overhead. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she gasped. There were red striations around her thighs, her arms.

Her belly was gently rounded.

And moving.