Jason had a problem. There was a new book series about BDSM relationships sweeping the nation and no one is a bigger fan than his girlfriend. She loved the dark brooding dominant character and longs for the nights of cruel demanding sex. Jason’s girlfriend wanted him to dominate her and stay his sweet romantic self at the same time.
Jason had no idea how the fuck to do that. He liked the idea of doing a little spanking and maybe some rough sex but his attempts were failures. His girlfriend said that he wasn’t doing it right and she nitpicked his experiments into being a charming psychopath dominant. Worse, she was spending a lot of time online with fetish groups and seemed to be doing a little too much flirting with a local guy who had his own spanking bench and leather pants.
Lucky for Jason, there was an ad in the paper. For just one hundred dollars and a three day weekend, the Strict Institute was willing to give him all the training he needs to become the dominant his girlfriend wants. Desperate, Jason signed up for it.
The Strict Institute wasn’t what he was expecting. There were a lot of doctors. There were a shitload of drugs. He spent the entire three day weekend in a drug induced haze as electrodes were hooked up to his body and fetish videos were projected into his open eyes. He wasn’t taught how to do anything; he was reformatted on the subconscious level.
Jason has a new identity now. It’s just under his conscious surface. When he is at work, on the toilet or out in public, he is still Jason. When it is time to dominate his girlfriend though, a new personality emerges. It is still Jason but now he has new skills, new instincts and a new lust for making a slave do where they are told.
He spanks his girlfriend with expert precision and the muscle memory of an old professional. Stern commands leap to his lips without a second thought. His fingers know a hundred different knots and rope is nothing but a tool in his hands. His eyes detect weakness, his ears detect desire and his brain knows just how far to push a person.
His girlfriend doesn’t know what to do now. She is a bit afraid of the new Jason but the sex is too amazing to let go. He’s experimenting with her in directions she had never considered before and she wonders if she can keep up. She’s forgotten the name of the guy with his own spanking bench and leather pants. She’s too busy submitting to the latest demand of Jason.
And what about Jason? How does he feel about this? Is he glad to be a part of this new sexy Jason? Is he afraid of how far he will go? Or does he embrace it? Is he starting to wonder that maybe his skills are wasted on just his girlfriend? Is there a Strict Institute treatment for submissives?
You tell me.
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
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Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Fiction: The Waiting Heart
Nash Nighthammer waited in the darkness. The graveyard was quiet and the crescent moon hung high in the sky. Somewhere a Dire Wolf howled at the moon until the howl was cut short by something nastier than a Dire Wolf.
Nash gripped his warhammer. A ghoul had been feeding in this graveyard and the good people of the village had asked him to kill the monster. The village had no money but Nash took the job. It wasn’t right for a creature to eat the bodies of the dead.
The ghoul would appear at any moment. Nash would be ready for it. Nash’s warhammer would smash in the teeth of the bone eater.
“Are you my Odik?” a voice asked.
Nash turned to the source of the voice. It was a glowing woman. She was young with small curves barely pushing against her peasant’s dress. The dress was short, as was the style a hundred years ago. Her hair was long waves of brown.
“No, milady,” Nash said. He had been raised to always be polite to women; especially the dead ones.
“My beloved is a brave warrior,” she said. “My name is Pirella.”
Nash smiled. It was an old name. Even Nash had heard of the widow, Pirella.
“It is an honor to meet you, Pirella,” he said. “But I am hunting a monster and I am trying to ambush it. Perhaps you should look for your beloved near the gate?”
Pirella shook her head. As she did, her hair shortened from the long tresses of youth to the more sensible shoulder length of adulthood. Her curves expanded and her face was grooved with lines of worry. Her dress added several layers of expensive cloth.
“My Odik hunts monsters too,” Pirella said. “He went off to slay the Great Tiger of the Mountain. He swore he would return to me.”
Nash nodded. He knew the story. Everyone did. “I am sure he will keep his promise,” he said. No one really knew what happened to Odik, but everyone knew that someone slew the Great Tiger. In most versions of the story, Odik died of his wounds and was lost in the mountains. Nash didn’t feel it was right to tell this spirit that story.
Pirella looked to the east. “My father wants me to marry. I refuse. I don’t care if my father’s lands go to waste. I shall not marry another.”
Nash looked at the graveyard. There was still no sign of the ghoul. “Odik will return to you,” Nash said.
Pirella sighed. Her hair turned gray. Her curves shrank and her dress turned black with mourning. Her beauty turned into a kind of grim handsomeness.
“I fear he is dead,” Pirella said. “I dream his corpse lies in a valley no one can find. Still, I shall wait for him.”
Nash said nothing. He wondered if anyone would ever love him with that much devotion. He had known the pleasures of many women, but mostly they adored his broad back, his immense muscles or his endless endurance. Never was it his heart that they were devoted to.
The cold night got a little colder.
The ghost of Pirella looked to the moon. She sighed and she became young again. Her hair turned into a rich brown and grew down her back. The early buds of her breasts pushed against her dress. The look of longing in her eyes remained the same.
“Are you my Odik?” she asked Nash.
“Nay, milady,” Nash said. “He will be home soon.”
Pirella smiled.
Nash looked away from the ghost. Her devotion was making him think dark thoughts. He wondered if anyone in his home village was waiting for him. Perhaps Sinda, the miller’s daughter. She had been kind to Nash and tumbled with him in the back of the mill a few times.
No, more likely she had married and had three kids by now. She had looked sad when he left to go adventuring; then again, she was disappointed that he didn’t lay with her the night before. Nash wondered if she smiled when the tales of his exploits reached her.
“Warrior, a fiend approaches from the north,” Pirella said.
Nash peered into the darkness. A shadow detached itself from a tombstone. It crawled along the ground on limbs twice as long as a man’s. A sliver of moonlight illuminated its gruesome face. Thick teeth, capable of crunching bone, grinned in a horrible smile. Narrow eyes darted to and fro, looking for a fresh grave. It was a ghoul and it had come to feed.
“Get to safety, milady,” Nash told the ghost. He didn’t know if ghosts could die, but he wouldn’t be a hero if he didn’t try to protect her.
Nash rushed out from his hiding place. Unlike other warriors, he didn’t yell or scream as he rushed his foe. His stomping feet were the only warning the ghoul had.
He brought his warhammer down towards the ghoul’s head but the abomination was already moving out of the way. Nash smashed an ancient tombstone instead and fragments flew everywhere. The ghoul skittered behind Nash and leapt on the warrior’s back.
Nash tried to grab the monster on his back. His hands kept slipping on skin that seemed to slide from the ghoul’s body. The warrior stumbled around as the ghoul used his long legs to kick and keep Nash unbalanced.
The ghoul reached around and dragged claws against Nash’s face. Nash refused to cry out as his flesh was ripped. The ghoul bit down on Nash’s bare shoulders and blood flowed. The ghoul drank the fresh blood and spitted it out. The taste of the living was abhorrent to it.
Nash’s shoulder ached with an unholy fire. He ignored the pain and ran for a tree. At the last minute he spun around and slammed the ghoul that was on his back into the tree.
WHAM! The ghoul hit the tree and let go of Nash. The warrior, who had never let go of his warhammer, swung for the ghoul’s body.
THWACK! The ghoul dodged and Nash’s warhammer cracked the tree.
The ghoul leapt towards Nash and tackled him to the ground. The warhammer dropped from Nash’s hands. They rolled in the dirt, the ghoul’s hands on Nash’s throat and Nash’s arms around the ghoul’s back. They both squeezed and tried to end the life of the other.
Nash felt his tongue go numb. His lips began to burn. He knew he would die here. His bones would be broken and eaten by the ghoul. People would mourn, but no one would mourn enough to become legend.
A branch bounced of the head of the ghoul. It looked in surprise at the glowing woman before it.
“Leave Odik alone!” Pirella said. She was an old woman but the anger in her voice was fierce.
The ghoul hissed. It also loosened its grip on Nash’s throat.
Nash sucked in a lungful of air. His arms tightened around the gruesome monster. The ghoul howled with rage as Nash’s powerful arms came together. Rib after rib snapped until the final terrible ‘CRACK’ of the ghoul’s back. The unholy light in the ghoul’s bulging eyes faded.
Nash pushed the ghoul off of him. He stood up on shaky legs and took another breath. He had survived after all.
Something soft and fragile tackled him. It was Pirella. Grey hair rubbed against Nash’s chest as she embraced him. She was weak with advanced age but she held him tightly.
“Odik, you returned to me!” Pirella moaned.
Nash smiled. He put his arms around her and hugged her back. She felt real in his arms. It felt good to be loved.
Even if by mistake.
Pirella looked up at him. She was old but happy. Her eyes burned with a fire of unimaginable joy. Tears ran down her cheeks and into the grooves of years of sadness.
Nash kissed her. He wasn’t Odik but he would him for her. Their lips touched and Nash was surprised by the warmth of her tongue. She was long dead but her love was forever young.
He felt her change in her arms. Her frail body became firmer. Weak hands suddenly pressed stronger around his waist. One of her hands was bold enough to grab his ass through his loincloth.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. She was a woman, ripe for marriage and a dozen children. Her lips were full and her bosom was fuller.
“Odik, claim me,” Pirella whispered. “I have waited forever.”
Nash laid her down in the graveyard. The smell of flowers and summer promises swept over the two of them. With infinite care he peeled the dress from her willing body. Bountiful breasts were revealed, along with the valley between her thighs leading up to the thick bush of her desire.
Nash hesitated. It was wrong to take another man’s woman. Even a man whose bones have turned to dust.
“Odik?” Pirella said. She was young. Barely a woman with small breasts and a nearly bare sex. Her eyes were afraid.
“Odik, are you disappointed?” she asked.
“Never,” Nash said. He made his choice. It was wrong to take a man’s woman but worse to break a woman’s heart.
Nash kissed her breasts. The small apples of her breasts were tiny in his warrior’s hands. His lips brushed her nipples with all the tenderness he could summon.
Pirella giggled like a virgin bride under his caresses. “More,” she whispered.
Nash laid kisses down her stomach. Her belly lost it’s slender youth and grew rounder with every kiss. Nash’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her body to his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes” Pirella said with the huskiness of a woman. “More,”
Nash kissed down to her thighs. He breathed in the scent of her sex, adorned with the gray hairs of age. Her thighs were thin and ancient but he kissed them with the worship of a lover.
“Now, please, I have waited so long,” Pirella moaned. Her voice was hoarse with a lifetime of weeping.
Nash obeyed. He tossed off his loincloth and took his manhood in hand. Pirella opened her thighs for him and he pressed against her sex.
The young Pirella cried out as he entered her. Her tight maidenhood broke under the gentle force of his thrust.
Nash moved slowly. He remembered the rough wrestling of his youth but he knew this should be different. His body moved in service to hers. He controlled his own lust to allow Pirella to enjoy what she had craved for ages.
“Oh how I have imagined this, Odik,” Pirella said.
Nash kissed her while his body continued to pleasure her.
Pirella grabbed his back. Tender hands changed to the strong arms of a woman. Nails dug into his back and he moved a little faster. Woman’s thighs clutched around him while bolder hips increased the pace of his lovemaking. She broke the kiss to moan and Nash smiled at the woman beneath him.
The small hills of her breasts enlarged to the proud mountains shaking from the earthquake of their passion. Pirella bit her full lips as pleasure overwhelmed her. The tightness of her sex grew stronger with every clench.
Nash slowed down as he felt the body underneath him grow weaker. He kissed the lips as they grew thinner. He continued to caress breasts that shrunk with age. His manhood pulsed inside the woman that waited so long for someone to love her.
She was a young when she climaxed.
She was a woman when she climaxed again.
She was old and laughing when she climaxed a third time.
Nash came. His manhood erupted inside her when she was young. The pain from his battle earlier was washed away in a wave of pleasure.
Pirella was a woman when he relaxed on top of her. He laid his head on her full bosom and sighed. He felt good.
The old woman kissed the top of his head and gently pushed him from her. He helped her as she stood up.
“I knew you would come home to me, Odik,” she whispered.
Before Nash could answer, a light blossomed within Pirella. The light grew so bright that Nash had to shield his eyes. When the light was gone, so was Pirella.
The graveyard felt empty. The smell of flowers was gone. The ghoul rotted harmlessly by the broken tree.
Nash looked to the sky. He had a feeling that the ghost of Pirella would not be seen again.
Nash gripped his warhammer. A ghoul had been feeding in this graveyard and the good people of the village had asked him to kill the monster. The village had no money but Nash took the job. It wasn’t right for a creature to eat the bodies of the dead.
The ghoul would appear at any moment. Nash would be ready for it. Nash’s warhammer would smash in the teeth of the bone eater.
“Are you my Odik?” a voice asked.
Nash turned to the source of the voice. It was a glowing woman. She was young with small curves barely pushing against her peasant’s dress. The dress was short, as was the style a hundred years ago. Her hair was long waves of brown.
“No, milady,” Nash said. He had been raised to always be polite to women; especially the dead ones.
“My beloved is a brave warrior,” she said. “My name is Pirella.”
Nash smiled. It was an old name. Even Nash had heard of the widow, Pirella.
“It is an honor to meet you, Pirella,” he said. “But I am hunting a monster and I am trying to ambush it. Perhaps you should look for your beloved near the gate?”
Pirella shook her head. As she did, her hair shortened from the long tresses of youth to the more sensible shoulder length of adulthood. Her curves expanded and her face was grooved with lines of worry. Her dress added several layers of expensive cloth.
“My Odik hunts monsters too,” Pirella said. “He went off to slay the Great Tiger of the Mountain. He swore he would return to me.”
Nash nodded. He knew the story. Everyone did. “I am sure he will keep his promise,” he said. No one really knew what happened to Odik, but everyone knew that someone slew the Great Tiger. In most versions of the story, Odik died of his wounds and was lost in the mountains. Nash didn’t feel it was right to tell this spirit that story.
Pirella looked to the east. “My father wants me to marry. I refuse. I don’t care if my father’s lands go to waste. I shall not marry another.”
Nash looked at the graveyard. There was still no sign of the ghoul. “Odik will return to you,” Nash said.
Pirella sighed. Her hair turned gray. Her curves shrank and her dress turned black with mourning. Her beauty turned into a kind of grim handsomeness.
“I fear he is dead,” Pirella said. “I dream his corpse lies in a valley no one can find. Still, I shall wait for him.”
Nash said nothing. He wondered if anyone would ever love him with that much devotion. He had known the pleasures of many women, but mostly they adored his broad back, his immense muscles or his endless endurance. Never was it his heart that they were devoted to.
The cold night got a little colder.
The ghost of Pirella looked to the moon. She sighed and she became young again. Her hair turned into a rich brown and grew down her back. The early buds of her breasts pushed against her dress. The look of longing in her eyes remained the same.
“Are you my Odik?” she asked Nash.
“Nay, milady,” Nash said. “He will be home soon.”
Pirella smiled.
Nash looked away from the ghost. Her devotion was making him think dark thoughts. He wondered if anyone in his home village was waiting for him. Perhaps Sinda, the miller’s daughter. She had been kind to Nash and tumbled with him in the back of the mill a few times.
No, more likely she had married and had three kids by now. She had looked sad when he left to go adventuring; then again, she was disappointed that he didn’t lay with her the night before. Nash wondered if she smiled when the tales of his exploits reached her.
“Warrior, a fiend approaches from the north,” Pirella said.
Nash peered into the darkness. A shadow detached itself from a tombstone. It crawled along the ground on limbs twice as long as a man’s. A sliver of moonlight illuminated its gruesome face. Thick teeth, capable of crunching bone, grinned in a horrible smile. Narrow eyes darted to and fro, looking for a fresh grave. It was a ghoul and it had come to feed.
“Get to safety, milady,” Nash told the ghost. He didn’t know if ghosts could die, but he wouldn’t be a hero if he didn’t try to protect her.
Nash rushed out from his hiding place. Unlike other warriors, he didn’t yell or scream as he rushed his foe. His stomping feet were the only warning the ghoul had.
He brought his warhammer down towards the ghoul’s head but the abomination was already moving out of the way. Nash smashed an ancient tombstone instead and fragments flew everywhere. The ghoul skittered behind Nash and leapt on the warrior’s back.
Nash tried to grab the monster on his back. His hands kept slipping on skin that seemed to slide from the ghoul’s body. The warrior stumbled around as the ghoul used his long legs to kick and keep Nash unbalanced.
The ghoul reached around and dragged claws against Nash’s face. Nash refused to cry out as his flesh was ripped. The ghoul bit down on Nash’s bare shoulders and blood flowed. The ghoul drank the fresh blood and spitted it out. The taste of the living was abhorrent to it.
Nash’s shoulder ached with an unholy fire. He ignored the pain and ran for a tree. At the last minute he spun around and slammed the ghoul that was on his back into the tree.
WHAM! The ghoul hit the tree and let go of Nash. The warrior, who had never let go of his warhammer, swung for the ghoul’s body.
THWACK! The ghoul dodged and Nash’s warhammer cracked the tree.
The ghoul leapt towards Nash and tackled him to the ground. The warhammer dropped from Nash’s hands. They rolled in the dirt, the ghoul’s hands on Nash’s throat and Nash’s arms around the ghoul’s back. They both squeezed and tried to end the life of the other.
Nash felt his tongue go numb. His lips began to burn. He knew he would die here. His bones would be broken and eaten by the ghoul. People would mourn, but no one would mourn enough to become legend.
A branch bounced of the head of the ghoul. It looked in surprise at the glowing woman before it.
“Leave Odik alone!” Pirella said. She was an old woman but the anger in her voice was fierce.
The ghoul hissed. It also loosened its grip on Nash’s throat.
Nash sucked in a lungful of air. His arms tightened around the gruesome monster. The ghoul howled with rage as Nash’s powerful arms came together. Rib after rib snapped until the final terrible ‘CRACK’ of the ghoul’s back. The unholy light in the ghoul’s bulging eyes faded.
Nash pushed the ghoul off of him. He stood up on shaky legs and took another breath. He had survived after all.
Something soft and fragile tackled him. It was Pirella. Grey hair rubbed against Nash’s chest as she embraced him. She was weak with advanced age but she held him tightly.
“Odik, you returned to me!” Pirella moaned.
Nash smiled. He put his arms around her and hugged her back. She felt real in his arms. It felt good to be loved.
Even if by mistake.
Pirella looked up at him. She was old but happy. Her eyes burned with a fire of unimaginable joy. Tears ran down her cheeks and into the grooves of years of sadness.
Nash kissed her. He wasn’t Odik but he would him for her. Their lips touched and Nash was surprised by the warmth of her tongue. She was long dead but her love was forever young.
He felt her change in her arms. Her frail body became firmer. Weak hands suddenly pressed stronger around his waist. One of her hands was bold enough to grab his ass through his loincloth.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. She was a woman, ripe for marriage and a dozen children. Her lips were full and her bosom was fuller.
“Odik, claim me,” Pirella whispered. “I have waited forever.”
Nash laid her down in the graveyard. The smell of flowers and summer promises swept over the two of them. With infinite care he peeled the dress from her willing body. Bountiful breasts were revealed, along with the valley between her thighs leading up to the thick bush of her desire.
Nash hesitated. It was wrong to take another man’s woman. Even a man whose bones have turned to dust.
“Odik?” Pirella said. She was young. Barely a woman with small breasts and a nearly bare sex. Her eyes were afraid.
“Odik, are you disappointed?” she asked.
“Never,” Nash said. He made his choice. It was wrong to take a man’s woman but worse to break a woman’s heart.
Nash kissed her breasts. The small apples of her breasts were tiny in his warrior’s hands. His lips brushed her nipples with all the tenderness he could summon.
Pirella giggled like a virgin bride under his caresses. “More,” she whispered.
Nash laid kisses down her stomach. Her belly lost it’s slender youth and grew rounder with every kiss. Nash’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her body to his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes” Pirella said with the huskiness of a woman. “More,”
Nash kissed down to her thighs. He breathed in the scent of her sex, adorned with the gray hairs of age. Her thighs were thin and ancient but he kissed them with the worship of a lover.
“Now, please, I have waited so long,” Pirella moaned. Her voice was hoarse with a lifetime of weeping.
Nash obeyed. He tossed off his loincloth and took his manhood in hand. Pirella opened her thighs for him and he pressed against her sex.
The young Pirella cried out as he entered her. Her tight maidenhood broke under the gentle force of his thrust.
Nash moved slowly. He remembered the rough wrestling of his youth but he knew this should be different. His body moved in service to hers. He controlled his own lust to allow Pirella to enjoy what she had craved for ages.
“Oh how I have imagined this, Odik,” Pirella said.
Nash kissed her while his body continued to pleasure her.
Pirella grabbed his back. Tender hands changed to the strong arms of a woman. Nails dug into his back and he moved a little faster. Woman’s thighs clutched around him while bolder hips increased the pace of his lovemaking. She broke the kiss to moan and Nash smiled at the woman beneath him.
The small hills of her breasts enlarged to the proud mountains shaking from the earthquake of their passion. Pirella bit her full lips as pleasure overwhelmed her. The tightness of her sex grew stronger with every clench.
Nash slowed down as he felt the body underneath him grow weaker. He kissed the lips as they grew thinner. He continued to caress breasts that shrunk with age. His manhood pulsed inside the woman that waited so long for someone to love her.
She was a young when she climaxed.
She was a woman when she climaxed again.
She was old and laughing when she climaxed a third time.
Nash came. His manhood erupted inside her when she was young. The pain from his battle earlier was washed away in a wave of pleasure.
Pirella was a woman when he relaxed on top of her. He laid his head on her full bosom and sighed. He felt good.
The old woman kissed the top of his head and gently pushed him from her. He helped her as she stood up.
“I knew you would come home to me, Odik,” she whispered.
Before Nash could answer, a light blossomed within Pirella. The light grew so bright that Nash had to shield his eyes. When the light was gone, so was Pirella.
The graveyard felt empty. The smell of flowers was gone. The ghoul rotted harmlessly by the broken tree.
Nash looked to the sky. He had a feeling that the ghost of Pirella would not be seen again.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Von Madd Datalink Network August 27th
Good morning, you're listing to the Von Madd Datalink Network, the number one source of information for all Von Madd Laboratories employees. I'm Ed Jackson and here is your morning briefing.
Women working on the 3rd level should be advised that their breast sizes may increase as much as three cup sizes today. Mammary Metamorphosis Specialists have been alerted and an investigation is under way. At this time we do not know if the changes are permanent. Updates and larger bras will be provided on an hourly basis.
Dr. Belinda Munsi has made a breakthrough in the studies of Perpetual Vibrator Motion. The young scientist is currently testing her theories with the help of the men and women of the janitorial staff. Dr. Munsi predicts that we could all have a vibrator that requires no outside power source within our lifetime!
Preliminary testing of the Clothing Eradicator will begin today on the 7th level today. All employees on that level are asked to wear no clothing as it may interfere with the testing beams.
It has been one hundred days since a sentient sextoy rebellion! Congratulations to everyone. All Von Madd Laboratory employees will receive a credit good for one session of oral sex from one of our interns. Interns, today is your chance to shine!
In related news, the rogue Artificial Intelligence Sexbot, Kimmie, is still on the loose. Employees are to be advised that she is considered non-dangerous as long as you agree to let her give you a handjob. Refusing her is not advised as she gets very upset and will attempt to manipulate your genitals by reaching down your throat. If spotted, allow her to give you a handjob and then please inform Security.
This has been your morning briefing. Next up is an hour of island instrumental music designed to promote creative thinking and higher libidos. Join us in two hours for an interview with Dr. Harry Jennings to talk about his work in the field of Therapeutic Paddling.
I'm Ed Jackson and you''re listening to the Von Madd Datalink Network.
Women working on the 3rd level should be advised that their breast sizes may increase as much as three cup sizes today. Mammary Metamorphosis Specialists have been alerted and an investigation is under way. At this time we do not know if the changes are permanent. Updates and larger bras will be provided on an hourly basis.
Dr. Belinda Munsi has made a breakthrough in the studies of Perpetual Vibrator Motion. The young scientist is currently testing her theories with the help of the men and women of the janitorial staff. Dr. Munsi predicts that we could all have a vibrator that requires no outside power source within our lifetime!
Preliminary testing of the Clothing Eradicator will begin today on the 7th level today. All employees on that level are asked to wear no clothing as it may interfere with the testing beams.
It has been one hundred days since a sentient sextoy rebellion! Congratulations to everyone. All Von Madd Laboratory employees will receive a credit good for one session of oral sex from one of our interns. Interns, today is your chance to shine!
In related news, the rogue Artificial Intelligence Sexbot, Kimmie, is still on the loose. Employees are to be advised that she is considered non-dangerous as long as you agree to let her give you a handjob. Refusing her is not advised as she gets very upset and will attempt to manipulate your genitals by reaching down your throat. If spotted, allow her to give you a handjob and then please inform Security.
This has been your morning briefing. Next up is an hour of island instrumental music designed to promote creative thinking and higher libidos. Join us in two hours for an interview with Dr. Harry Jennings to talk about his work in the field of Therapeutic Paddling.
I'm Ed Jackson and you''re listening to the Von Madd Datalink Network.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Play With This: Great View
“Nice view, huh? Not many people get to see this skyline, let me tell you. This place has it all. I get to live downtown, I get my own parking and full maintenance. I don’t even change my own light bulbs anymore.
Utilities? I don’t pay that either. I get cable, electricity, internet and water. It is all included in my rent.
What’s my rent? That’s the odd part. Officially it is ten dollars a month.
Yeah, ten dollars a month. Yes, American dollars.
But that is not all my rent. See, when the landlady told me the rent, she also asked what was my favorite sex act that I like to do for others. She was a hot lady so I was honest with her. I told her I loved to eat pussy.
She said in that case, my rent would be ten dollars plus ten pussies.
Of course I asked her what she meant exactly. She told me that once a month, on rent day, I would have to pay my ten dollars and then orally pleasure ten women who could be here on that day. My landlady said they could either come in the morning, the afternoon or that night.
I know right? I thought I would give it a try. I mean, look at that view! I’ll try anything.
So rent day came around and sure enough I got a knock on my door that evening. It was ten women. They wore normal clothes but they also wore these masks. They were tiny masks like the ones you see Zorro wearing. Anyway, they come right in and start stripping. No talking or anything.
I got right to business. Some of them were older than I liked, and some of them appeared to be younger than I am strictly comfortable with but shit, awesome view, right? I got between those thighs and worked my magic.
You have no idea how hard it is to eat ten women. My jaw gets sore and my tongue gets worn out but shit, rent got to be paid, you know? I am getting better at it now. I no longer have lockjaw the next day.
Who are these women? Damn if I know. Some of them stay the same but sometimes there are new ladies. They don’t talk at all except when they are about to come.
I guess everyone else in this apartment building has the same deal. My neighbor Gina, has the most awesome ass. Every second Tuesday of the month, ten people line up outside her door; men and women. The soundproofing is pretty good here but I can hear her yell sometimes. The next day, she is always walking funny like her ass hurts. Either they are spanking her, or ass-fucking her or something. I don’t know what and I don’t ask. The privacy clause in my rental agreement is a bitch.
So yeah, this is my place. Want to see if you can get an apartment here? Tell him I sent you. The referral program here is awesome.
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
Utilities? I don’t pay that either. I get cable, electricity, internet and water. It is all included in my rent.
What’s my rent? That’s the odd part. Officially it is ten dollars a month.
Yeah, ten dollars a month. Yes, American dollars.
But that is not all my rent. See, when the landlady told me the rent, she also asked what was my favorite sex act that I like to do for others. She was a hot lady so I was honest with her. I told her I loved to eat pussy.
She said in that case, my rent would be ten dollars plus ten pussies.
Of course I asked her what she meant exactly. She told me that once a month, on rent day, I would have to pay my ten dollars and then orally pleasure ten women who could be here on that day. My landlady said they could either come in the morning, the afternoon or that night.
I know right? I thought I would give it a try. I mean, look at that view! I’ll try anything.
So rent day came around and sure enough I got a knock on my door that evening. It was ten women. They wore normal clothes but they also wore these masks. They were tiny masks like the ones you see Zorro wearing. Anyway, they come right in and start stripping. No talking or anything.
I got right to business. Some of them were older than I liked, and some of them appeared to be younger than I am strictly comfortable with but shit, awesome view, right? I got between those thighs and worked my magic.
You have no idea how hard it is to eat ten women. My jaw gets sore and my tongue gets worn out but shit, rent got to be paid, you know? I am getting better at it now. I no longer have lockjaw the next day.
Who are these women? Damn if I know. Some of them stay the same but sometimes there are new ladies. They don’t talk at all except when they are about to come.
I guess everyone else in this apartment building has the same deal. My neighbor Gina, has the most awesome ass. Every second Tuesday of the month, ten people line up outside her door; men and women. The soundproofing is pretty good here but I can hear her yell sometimes. The next day, she is always walking funny like her ass hurts. Either they are spanking her, or ass-fucking her or something. I don’t know what and I don’t ask. The privacy clause in my rental agreement is a bitch.
So yeah, this is my place. Want to see if you can get an apartment here? Tell him I sent you. The referral program here is awesome.
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Fiction Glory Wormhole
Explorer’s Log: I am currently in week four of a seven week voyage to the star system designated Queen’s Beloved Torture Device by Royal Astronomers. I finished the repairs to the ship this week and we are operating at full strength. I am charting several interesting deep space particle phenomenon and should have a report ready for the Academy of Science sometime next week. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: It has been four weeks since I got licked and fisted by the Inspector-Regulator of the Omigons. As nice as it was, I could really go for a big cock right now. Let’s be honest, I would go for a tiny cock at this point. The next place I land, I am making a dozen dildoes. Space is too empty. Much like my cunt.
Vaquel Di was naked on her space ship. The brown woman sat frustrated in her cockpit seat. She had unscrewed one of the flight control handles and was trying to screw it into her cunt. It wasn’t nearly as good a fit as she thought it would be. It was too slender and it slipped way too easily in and out of her sex. It didn’t stop her from trying.
“Warning! Sensors detect an interspatial wormhole forming!”
Vaquel froze in mid thrust. Wormholes were bad news. They were gateways connecting two places in the space time continuum. A large one could suck Vaquel’s ship into an alien quadrant of space, billions of light years away from home. A small one could rip a structurally superfluous exhaust hole in her ship’s engine. Deep space explorers were warned to stay the fuck away from wormholes.
“Computer, where is the wormhole forming?” Vaquel asked.
“Wormhole has formed one meter from your location.”
Vaquel turned slowly in her chair. At waist height, a shimmering distortion of light appeared. Vaquel really wished she was wearing her spacesuit. The wormhole could open into a toxic atmosphere or the vacuum of space. She didn’t know any way to stop a wormhole and if she tried to fly the ship away, the hole might rip out the hull of the ship as it passes through. She was fucked.
Something emerged from the wormhole. Something long and green. It was about a foot in length. It pushed through the hole and hung limply.
It looked a lot like a cock.
“Seriously?” Vaquel said. The cock just hung there.
Vaquel wondered if she was going through some sort of space dementia. Perhaps she had finally lost her mind after all the long weeks of space travel. Here she was, just wanting a cock, and now one was here.
She moved closer to the cock. Ignoring about a hundred rules of space travel, she touched the cock with her bare hand.
It pulsed. Vaquel gripped it and it grew harder by the second.
Vaquel wondered about the other side of the wormhole. Did someone see a wormhole and decide to just stick their cock through it? How desperate would they have to be?
“About as desperate as me,” Vaquel said.
She stroked the cock. Vaquel wished the wormhole was bigger so she could see the balls, if there were any. She also wished that the wormhole was bigger so she could see the creature on the other side. All she had on this side was a cock. Maybe that was enough.
Vaquel spit on the cock and then stroked with both hands. The cock was fully erect now. A head emerged through the alien foreskin. Vaquel was amused to see two slits on the head. When this thing climaxed, it would be a double barrel blast.
That was assuming this was really a cock. Maybe Vaquel was stroking some sort of hideous space snake that was going to spray her with poison. It could happen.
The green thing pulsed in her brown hand. No, this was a cock. Vaquel knew what a cock felt like. It was hard, warm and throbbing with need. This is what Vaquel needed between her thighs. This was a cock.
She gave it a lick. The cock twitched in her hands. Vaquel licked it again and this time and the cock thrust towards her. She opened her mouth and took it between her lips. The smooth head slid over her tongue and towards her throat.
The cock tasted like a man. It was musky and a little sweaty. Vaquel closed her mouths around the cock and sucked. Her tongue danced over pulsing veins. Her lips sealed around thick flesh.
Vaquel took as much as she could into her mouth. It was too long for her but her hands stroked the rest. She stroked, stroked and stroked the cock in the direction of her mouth. Her hands were urging the cock to fill her mouth with its alien mysteries.
The cock pulsed. It thrust forward in short motions. It moved barely an inch as it tried to fuck her mouth. The wormhole was limiting their contact but not their desire.
Vaquel took the cock out of her mouth. She pressed the slick cock between her heavy brown breasts. Wrapping her breasts around the cock, she laughed as the thrusting grew more urgent. She was teasing him. It was nice to tease someone for a change. She kept her breasts wrapped tight around the cock as it fucked her generous mountains.
After a few minutes of teasing the cock with her breasts, Vaquel realized that ultimately she was just teasing herself. Her sex needed cock and here she was breast fucking some stranger. This was not a good use of a perfectly fuckable cock.
Vaquel pulled the cock out of her breasts and stood up. The cock twitched wildly in the few seconds that it wasn’t touching her. It was panicking. It made Vaquel smile.
Vaquel turned around and bent over. She didn’t want to touch the wormhole directly. There was no point gambling with rips in time and space. The cock she trusted.
She grabbed the cock and aimed it at her cunt. Slowly and ever so patiently, she slid back into it. The immense cock pushed inside her, filling her even more than that woman’s fist did back in the Omigon system. Vaquel kept sliding backwards until her cunt was utterly and completely filled with cock.
The cock began to thrust. The alien on the other side must have been near his breaking point. Gone were the short controlled thrusts; now the cock was sliding almost completely out before slamming back in.
Vaquel struggled to keep herself upright. She was bent over with her hands flat against the ground. All the stretching routines she did in the Exercise Pod were paying off. Her legs were a wide upside down ‘V’ as her hands and arms gave her all the support she needed.
The cock rammed into her. It was a fierce speed. If Vaquel hadn’t personally tasted the cock, she would have suspected it was a machine. In and out as rapidly as Vaquel’s own need, the cock fucked her.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She climaxed and her cunt squeezed around the incessant cock.
The climax weakened her arms. She almost fell face forward but she caught herself. She had to stay on this cock. There was no telling when she would get another one.
The cock brought her to a second orgasm. Vaquel screamed in the tight confines of her ship. The cock never ceased fucking.
Vaquel thought about slipping the cock into her ass. It was too big and it would destroy her if she tried it but the thought was decadently enticing. Imagine, a cock from somewhere in space was pushing through a wormhole and into her asshole.
She climaxed again just thinking about it.
The cock froze. Vaquel froze as well. Was there something wrong?
A flood of liquid filled her sex. The cock was ejaculating. Alien goo was being propelled into her body.
Vaquel’s race was famous throughout the galaxy for their resistance to disease. The concept of sexually transmitted diseases was considered a myth to most of her people. Still, there was always the possibility that Vaquel could be the first. Who knew what was in this foreign spunk?
She didn’t care. Vaquel clenched tightly around the cock. Her pussy milked his cock for every drop.
The cock pulled out of her. Vaquel let herself fall to the floor. She looked behind her just in time to see the cock retreat through the wormhole. A second later, the wormhole vanished.
Vaquel sighed. Her sex ached from being filled and fucked. The cock was gone and so was the wormhole. She knew nothing of where it came from or why it had appeared in the first place. Worse, she had no way of making both of them come back.
It was just another day in space.
Explorer’s Personal Log: It has been four weeks since I got licked and fisted by the Inspector-Regulator of the Omigons. As nice as it was, I could really go for a big cock right now. Let’s be honest, I would go for a tiny cock at this point. The next place I land, I am making a dozen dildoes. Space is too empty. Much like my cunt.
Vaquel Di was naked on her space ship. The brown woman sat frustrated in her cockpit seat. She had unscrewed one of the flight control handles and was trying to screw it into her cunt. It wasn’t nearly as good a fit as she thought it would be. It was too slender and it slipped way too easily in and out of her sex. It didn’t stop her from trying.
“Warning! Sensors detect an interspatial wormhole forming!”
Vaquel froze in mid thrust. Wormholes were bad news. They were gateways connecting two places in the space time continuum. A large one could suck Vaquel’s ship into an alien quadrant of space, billions of light years away from home. A small one could rip a structurally superfluous exhaust hole in her ship’s engine. Deep space explorers were warned to stay the fuck away from wormholes.
“Computer, where is the wormhole forming?” Vaquel asked.
“Wormhole has formed one meter from your location.”
Vaquel turned slowly in her chair. At waist height, a shimmering distortion of light appeared. Vaquel really wished she was wearing her spacesuit. The wormhole could open into a toxic atmosphere or the vacuum of space. She didn’t know any way to stop a wormhole and if she tried to fly the ship away, the hole might rip out the hull of the ship as it passes through. She was fucked.
Something emerged from the wormhole. Something long and green. It was about a foot in length. It pushed through the hole and hung limply.
It looked a lot like a cock.
“Seriously?” Vaquel said. The cock just hung there.
Vaquel wondered if she was going through some sort of space dementia. Perhaps she had finally lost her mind after all the long weeks of space travel. Here she was, just wanting a cock, and now one was here.
She moved closer to the cock. Ignoring about a hundred rules of space travel, she touched the cock with her bare hand.
It pulsed. Vaquel gripped it and it grew harder by the second.
Vaquel wondered about the other side of the wormhole. Did someone see a wormhole and decide to just stick their cock through it? How desperate would they have to be?
“About as desperate as me,” Vaquel said.
She stroked the cock. Vaquel wished the wormhole was bigger so she could see the balls, if there were any. She also wished that the wormhole was bigger so she could see the creature on the other side. All she had on this side was a cock. Maybe that was enough.
Vaquel spit on the cock and then stroked with both hands. The cock was fully erect now. A head emerged through the alien foreskin. Vaquel was amused to see two slits on the head. When this thing climaxed, it would be a double barrel blast.
That was assuming this was really a cock. Maybe Vaquel was stroking some sort of hideous space snake that was going to spray her with poison. It could happen.
The green thing pulsed in her brown hand. No, this was a cock. Vaquel knew what a cock felt like. It was hard, warm and throbbing with need. This is what Vaquel needed between her thighs. This was a cock.
She gave it a lick. The cock twitched in her hands. Vaquel licked it again and this time and the cock thrust towards her. She opened her mouth and took it between her lips. The smooth head slid over her tongue and towards her throat.
The cock tasted like a man. It was musky and a little sweaty. Vaquel closed her mouths around the cock and sucked. Her tongue danced over pulsing veins. Her lips sealed around thick flesh.
Vaquel took as much as she could into her mouth. It was too long for her but her hands stroked the rest. She stroked, stroked and stroked the cock in the direction of her mouth. Her hands were urging the cock to fill her mouth with its alien mysteries.
The cock pulsed. It thrust forward in short motions. It moved barely an inch as it tried to fuck her mouth. The wormhole was limiting their contact but not their desire.
Vaquel took the cock out of her mouth. She pressed the slick cock between her heavy brown breasts. Wrapping her breasts around the cock, she laughed as the thrusting grew more urgent. She was teasing him. It was nice to tease someone for a change. She kept her breasts wrapped tight around the cock as it fucked her generous mountains.
After a few minutes of teasing the cock with her breasts, Vaquel realized that ultimately she was just teasing herself. Her sex needed cock and here she was breast fucking some stranger. This was not a good use of a perfectly fuckable cock.
Vaquel pulled the cock out of her breasts and stood up. The cock twitched wildly in the few seconds that it wasn’t touching her. It was panicking. It made Vaquel smile.
Vaquel turned around and bent over. She didn’t want to touch the wormhole directly. There was no point gambling with rips in time and space. The cock she trusted.
She grabbed the cock and aimed it at her cunt. Slowly and ever so patiently, she slid back into it. The immense cock pushed inside her, filling her even more than that woman’s fist did back in the Omigon system. Vaquel kept sliding backwards until her cunt was utterly and completely filled with cock.
The cock began to thrust. The alien on the other side must have been near his breaking point. Gone were the short controlled thrusts; now the cock was sliding almost completely out before slamming back in.
Vaquel struggled to keep herself upright. She was bent over with her hands flat against the ground. All the stretching routines she did in the Exercise Pod were paying off. Her legs were a wide upside down ‘V’ as her hands and arms gave her all the support she needed.
The cock rammed into her. It was a fierce speed. If Vaquel hadn’t personally tasted the cock, she would have suspected it was a machine. In and out as rapidly as Vaquel’s own need, the cock fucked her.
“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. She climaxed and her cunt squeezed around the incessant cock.
The climax weakened her arms. She almost fell face forward but she caught herself. She had to stay on this cock. There was no telling when she would get another one.
The cock brought her to a second orgasm. Vaquel screamed in the tight confines of her ship. The cock never ceased fucking.
Vaquel thought about slipping the cock into her ass. It was too big and it would destroy her if she tried it but the thought was decadently enticing. Imagine, a cock from somewhere in space was pushing through a wormhole and into her asshole.
She climaxed again just thinking about it.
The cock froze. Vaquel froze as well. Was there something wrong?
A flood of liquid filled her sex. The cock was ejaculating. Alien goo was being propelled into her body.
Vaquel’s race was famous throughout the galaxy for their resistance to disease. The concept of sexually transmitted diseases was considered a myth to most of her people. Still, there was always the possibility that Vaquel could be the first. Who knew what was in this foreign spunk?
She didn’t care. Vaquel clenched tightly around the cock. Her pussy milked his cock for every drop.
The cock pulled out of her. Vaquel let herself fall to the floor. She looked behind her just in time to see the cock retreat through the wormhole. A second later, the wormhole vanished.
Vaquel sighed. Her sex ached from being filled and fucked. The cock was gone and so was the wormhole. She knew nothing of where it came from or why it had appeared in the first place. Worse, she had no way of making both of them come back.
It was just another day in space.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Expedition Update: August 20th
Ladies, gentlemen and podcast subscribers, this is Professor Rios reporting from the frozen land of Antarctica! We have been traveling over land for quite some time and we have so much to report.
First of all, did you know it was fucking cold in Antarctica? I knew it would be cold but this is really cold. Really, really, really fucking cold. Oh sweet Jesus, is it cold.
So fucking cold.
My nuts are somewhere in my esophagus. That’s how fucking cold it is.
(Sound of weeping followed by drinking and a burp)
I’m sorry for that breakdown. I had hoped to broadcast this with the young sex blogger, Journey of the Heart, but she has sworn off contact with human beings. She has been the nightly lover of our expedition leader, Ian Xavier, for the past few weeks. Her screams of pleasure have kept many of us awake at night.
Last night Ian decided to shake things up a bit and he fucked her ass. He climaxed in her ass and the fucking cold temperatures around here froze the semen inside her ass. We all had to assist in warming her asshole enough so that the semen would melt. I can safely report that our blogger has quite a nice ass.
After her ass spunk thawed, the blogger made a vow of abstinence. She now calls herself Born Again Virgin Slut. I understand that she already has three sex advice column offers from internet porn sites.
Enough about her. The expedition proceeds along at a good pace. According to my translation of the slabs, we should be near the secret lair of the Cat-Women. Or we could be a hundred miles away. There is a margin of error with translating unknown languages but I am fairly confident we will discover them in due time.
Did I mention it was fucking cold in Antarctica? Because it is. It is fucking cold here.
I am a bit concerned for the health of Ulysses Cameron. His famed survival skills on reality shows have not translated well to this frozen hellscape. He tried to make a shelter using only his frozen underwear but only creating a rather leaky latrine. His frequent cursing and crying for his mother is demoralizing to the rest of us.
The dominatrices however appear to be thriving. Both Mistress Volkov and Mistress Violence have been keeping warm by sandwiching Professor Banwitz between them in their sleeping bag. I was jealous of the Professor until I discovered that he is mummy wrapped each night in duct tape before they let him slide between them. It sounds most frustrating.
I tried to arrange a similar situation with Dr. Vette and Doctor Nagi, minus the duct tape, but both declined.
Have I mentioned how fucking cold it was?
It is so damn cold.
The transmitter is freezing solid again so I must end my transmission. It is so damn fuc----
(Transmission lost)
First of all, did you know it was fucking cold in Antarctica? I knew it would be cold but this is really cold. Really, really, really fucking cold. Oh sweet Jesus, is it cold.
So fucking cold.
My nuts are somewhere in my esophagus. That’s how fucking cold it is.
(Sound of weeping followed by drinking and a burp)
I’m sorry for that breakdown. I had hoped to broadcast this with the young sex blogger, Journey of the Heart, but she has sworn off contact with human beings. She has been the nightly lover of our expedition leader, Ian Xavier, for the past few weeks. Her screams of pleasure have kept many of us awake at night.
Last night Ian decided to shake things up a bit and he fucked her ass. He climaxed in her ass and the fucking cold temperatures around here froze the semen inside her ass. We all had to assist in warming her asshole enough so that the semen would melt. I can safely report that our blogger has quite a nice ass.
After her ass spunk thawed, the blogger made a vow of abstinence. She now calls herself Born Again Virgin Slut. I understand that she already has three sex advice column offers from internet porn sites.
Enough about her. The expedition proceeds along at a good pace. According to my translation of the slabs, we should be near the secret lair of the Cat-Women. Or we could be a hundred miles away. There is a margin of error with translating unknown languages but I am fairly confident we will discover them in due time.
Did I mention it was fucking cold in Antarctica? Because it is. It is fucking cold here.
I am a bit concerned for the health of Ulysses Cameron. His famed survival skills on reality shows have not translated well to this frozen hellscape. He tried to make a shelter using only his frozen underwear but only creating a rather leaky latrine. His frequent cursing and crying for his mother is demoralizing to the rest of us.
The dominatrices however appear to be thriving. Both Mistress Volkov and Mistress Violence have been keeping warm by sandwiching Professor Banwitz between them in their sleeping bag. I was jealous of the Professor until I discovered that he is mummy wrapped each night in duct tape before they let him slide between them. It sounds most frustrating.
I tried to arrange a similar situation with Dr. Vette and Doctor Nagi, minus the duct tape, but both declined.
Have I mentioned how fucking cold it was?
It is so damn cold.
The transmitter is freezing solid again so I must end my transmission. It is so damn fuc----
(Transmission lost)
Friday, August 17, 2012
Play With This: Delightia
Remember when you were a kid and you first heard about Narnia? It was a magical land with witches, preachy lions and every fantasy creature you could imagine. It was located somewhere else and you got there by walking into the right piece of furniture. It is a totally preposterous idea yet when we were children, that shit was possible. It is a fantasy land that only a child could create and therefore as children, we expected to find it. We checked our closets in search of wonder.
As we grow older, we exchange the fantasy lands of our youth for the fantasy lands of our sexual desires. We stopped dreaming of mermaids and started dreaming about classmates. We stopped dreaming of magic swords and instead turned our attention to tits that we were pretty sure could cure anything if we just got to touch them. We stopped worrying about witches and ogres and worried about pregnancies and STD’s.
This explains why we stopped looking for fantasy worlds. We no longer check our closets as often as we should. We open our sextoy boxes and see exactly what we expect to see instead of what could be there. We longer look for fantasy worlds because we settle so easily for the fantasies on our computers and in our ebooks.
Somewhere, in another place, is Delightia. It is a land of adult fantasy with the boundless imagination of a child yet none of the crippling editing of an adult’s cynicism. We glimpse it briefly in that split second before orgasm when our desires are unchecked and anything we want springs to mind. It is Narnia grown up. It is Narnia with an erection and a wet pussy.
How we get there is up to the person. Open your bedside dresser drawer, reaching for that vibrator, and you might get sucked into Delightia. Open the door to your dungeon in the basement and you might step into a world that tests the limits of your imagination. Hell, fuck the right hole and that might be enough to enter a place beyond reasoning.
Delightia cares little for your logic or your concept of biology. There could be giant women walking the lands in search of the right man to cram in a needy hole. There could be grim accountants who audit you stroke for stroke for some mysterious account. It could be as simple as a land where lovers are not jerks. Anything could happen.
The key to understanding Delightia is to remember the wonder you had as a child and imagine what it would take to induce that same kind of wonder in your sexualized adult mind. Regain that wonder and imagine a world that lives up to that expectation.
Who knows? Maybe once you have wonder, you can find Delightia yourself.
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
As we grow older, we exchange the fantasy lands of our youth for the fantasy lands of our sexual desires. We stopped dreaming of mermaids and started dreaming about classmates. We stopped dreaming of magic swords and instead turned our attention to tits that we were pretty sure could cure anything if we just got to touch them. We stopped worrying about witches and ogres and worried about pregnancies and STD’s.
This explains why we stopped looking for fantasy worlds. We no longer check our closets as often as we should. We open our sextoy boxes and see exactly what we expect to see instead of what could be there. We longer look for fantasy worlds because we settle so easily for the fantasies on our computers and in our ebooks.
Somewhere, in another place, is Delightia. It is a land of adult fantasy with the boundless imagination of a child yet none of the crippling editing of an adult’s cynicism. We glimpse it briefly in that split second before orgasm when our desires are unchecked and anything we want springs to mind. It is Narnia grown up. It is Narnia with an erection and a wet pussy.
How we get there is up to the person. Open your bedside dresser drawer, reaching for that vibrator, and you might get sucked into Delightia. Open the door to your dungeon in the basement and you might step into a world that tests the limits of your imagination. Hell, fuck the right hole and that might be enough to enter a place beyond reasoning.
Delightia cares little for your logic or your concept of biology. There could be giant women walking the lands in search of the right man to cram in a needy hole. There could be grim accountants who audit you stroke for stroke for some mysterious account. It could be as simple as a land where lovers are not jerks. Anything could happen.
The key to understanding Delightia is to remember the wonder you had as a child and imagine what it would take to induce that same kind of wonder in your sexualized adult mind. Regain that wonder and imagine a world that lives up to that expectation.
Who knows? Maybe once you have wonder, you can find Delightia yourself.
Play With This is a series of articles designed to give you things to play around with in your writing. Feel free to borrow, modify, or completely change for your own stories.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Fiction: Tent Revival
Ezekiel looked out at the crowd gathered here tonight. It was a good crowd. More and more people were showing up every night. That wasn’t bad for a tent revival that only advertised in strip clubs, swinger magazines and bathroom stalls.
He stepped up onto the small stage and took the cloth off the fucking bench. Questioning murmurs rippled through the crowd. He ripped off his shirt and revealed his hairy chest. He picked up the microphone and began his sermon.
“Sluts and sinners, I am Reverend Ezekiel Bone and I am here to bring you the Word! I am here to bring you SALVATION! I am here to bring you ETERNAL BLISS! Can I get an AMEN?”
The response of the crowd was weak. He heard more “What the fuck?” then he did “Amen.” Ezekiel let it slide.
“Oh I am looking on this crowd and you know what I see? I see FORNICATORS! I see MASTURBATORS! I see WHORES and FUCKERS! And you know what?”
The crowd didn’t answer. Some of them looked like they were about to run for the exit. One poor black girl in the front was about to cry.
“I want you sinners, masturbators, shoe fuckers and lap dancers to know that it is ALL RIGHT! That’s right, you heard me! It is FUCKING OKAY! The Good God Above is proud of you and he loves your work! Good for you!”
Ezekiel smiled. Yes, the crowd was really confused now. At least no one was leaving.
“The Good Lord gave you a dick and you used it. Good for you! The Heavenly Father gave you a pussy and you used it! Good for you! He gave you pay per view porn, bondage clubs and filthy ebooks you can buy online and you fucking used it all! Hallelujah! Can I have an AMEN!”
“Amen!” some one said. Everyone laughed but Ezekiel wasn’t laughing. Once the ice was broken the river would flow.
“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Ezekiel said. “You’re saying, Reverend, all those things are a sin. It says so in the Bible. It says so in magazines. It says so in church picnic menus. It says so in my little list of things I should never ever do given to me by my Momma. Porn and tits and fucking and cocks are all EVIL!”
Ezekeil looked at the crowd. Some nodded their heads. He nodded with them and then started shaking his violently.
“No, that is all LIES! You think God is that bad of a parent? You think he leaves his porn under the bed and doesn’t expect you to find it! FUCK NO! God wants you to read that porn! God wants you to jack that dick and twaddle that pussy! Why did he leave the porn there in the first fucking place? Do you think that ALL MIGHTY GOD who makes the stars and keeps the planet spinning can’t have the fucking FORESIGHT to know that you horny bastards are going to go fuck anything that moves and some things that don’t? Do you think GOD is a fucking idiot?”
“NO!” some in the crowd shouted back. Ezekiel could always count on a few to take offense to that statement.
“God knows that you are perverts. Did he not make us in his image? Are we not a bunch of horny bastards? God made us that way!”
“That was the Devil who did it!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“The Devil?” Ezekiel said. “Are you talking about the Snake in the Garden of Evil? Let me tell you the real story of the Garden of Eden. This is the real story laid out in the Dead Sea scrolls that they don’t want you to read. This is the story that was smuggled out of the scared Church and leaked to real believers like myself. This is the story told in the Purple Book of Mary. Let me tell you the story of Eve and the Apple.”
Ezekiel dropped his voice and recited the story from memory. “And one day, God went a walking in the forest and Eve saw his godhood. She said it was huge and mighty but she did not understand why it was rigid. And God said, does not Adam have a rigid manhood? And Eve said No.
And God took pity on Eve. He said “Eat of the Tree of Knowledge but know that if you eat it, you will no longer be a dumb sheep in the Garden.”
Ezekiel looked at his audience. “And you know what Eve did? You think she ate that Apple? Fuck no! She put that apple in her CUNT! She fucked that apple! She fucked it good! And she realized that fucking was good and she couldn’t wait to make Adam have some but she had fucked that apple so hard that it turned into applesauce! So Eve, you know what she does?”
“She gave him the applesauce?” someone asked.
“Oh she gave it to him all right,” Ezekiel said. “She opened her thighs and told Adam to eat her pussy. He ate that sweet pussy and his dick got all hard and then he stuck that dick in her! The two started fucking and everything changed for them! They weren’t satisfied with sitting in a dumb garden counting and naming animals anymore. They wanted to FUCK!”
The crowd laughed. Ezekiel laughed with them.
“They fucked in the bushes! They fucked with their hands! Eve made some fucking clothes to make their bodies look even better and then they fucked with their clothes on! And then God came by and saw that these dumb fucks were now smart fucks and he told them to go out in the world and fuck some more! Can I have an AMEN!”
“AMEN!” more people answered.
“That is the God honest truth and I FUCKING swear it! People know it deep in their heart! People know that fucking is good but there are always uptight ASSHOLES who want to change that. They want you to give them money to fight our most natural impulse! They want you to swear on a stack of lies that you will never wank your meat even though it feels AWESOME! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” more people answered.
“Now sluts and sinners, I don’t know why people lie about this. I don’t know why the Catholic Church hid the truth about what a great lay that Jesus was. I don’t know why the Jews didn’t want you to know that it was Moses’ cock that turned into a snake and fucked the ass of the Pharaoh. I don’t know why so many organized religions lie. I am not a psychologist or an economist. It doesn’t matter why they do it as long as you know the truth and I am here, sluts and sinners, to bring you the TRUTH! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the entire crowd yelled.
“And I am here tonight to help YOU!” Ezekiel said. He put his hand to his crotch and grabbed a handful of his cock. “I can sense that one among you is having some problems, oh yes! The Lord is telling me that one among you hasn’t had sex with her husband in over a year! Oh LORD! I sense that one of you is about to give up on sex forever and even stop masturbating! Is that true? Is there one among you like that? If there is, sister, please speak UP!”
“It’s true!” a woman near the front said. She was a plump Hispanic woman with beautiful black hair and beautiful sad eyes.
“Come up then!” Ezekiel said. “Make way for our fellow sinner! Let her come up on stage and we can help her!”
The woman made her way to the stage and Ezekeil put his arm around her.
“What is your name?”
“Maria,” she said.
“And Maria, is it true that your husband has not fucked you in over a year?” Ezekiel said.
“It is true,” she said. “I think he is fucking that white slut next door,” Maria said.
A disapproving groan came from the crowd.
“Well Maria, that is a fucking shame,” Ezekiel said. “You are so damn pretty, I would fuck you twice before getting out of bed each morning. Now, I am not a licensed marriage counselor or a fully accredited life coach, but I think you should get proof of his infidelity and divorce his ass. Take him for everything he is worth for denying you your marital rights as a wife! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the crowd yelled.
“But in the meantime, Maria,” Ezekiel said. “Would you like the healing power of the LORD? Would you like to have the gift of the APPLE that EVE gave to ADAM? Would you like to get what is RIGHTFULLY yours?”
“AMEN!” Maria yelled.
“Then take that pretty dress off and get on the bench here!” Ezekiel said. “Show us that body that your IDIOT husband is too STUPID to fuck!”
“Fuck that pendejo!” Maria yelled. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled the whole thing over her head. The crowd cheered at her round body. She then ripped off her modest white bra and released her brown tits. Last was her white panties and that went sailing into the crowd. Ezekiel figured those panties might have just become a Holy Relic to someone who needed them.
Ezekiel led Maria to the bench. It was a well padded device that let a woman kneel comfortably on it without getting tired. It angled her ass and pussy in the air while letting her tits hang over the side. It was made by a very religious and horny carpenter.
Ezekiel pulled off his pants. He took his cock in one hand while still holding the microphone in the other.
“Sinners and sluts, let me tell you that this is one wet pussy! This pussy would have made Noah build a bigger Ark! This is a HOLY place that I am about to enter! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the crowd yelled and that was when Ezekiel slipped his cock inside Maria.
“PRAISE JESUS!” Maria yelled.
“Praise Jesus!” Ezekiel agreed. “Praise Jesus who took six inches of cock and satisfied an entire party! Praise Jesus who made the flat-chested get boobs and made the small dicks get bigger! Praise Jesus who tore out the banks in the temples and added an orgy room! Praise Jesus who gave Maria this really good cunt! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” everyone yelled.
Ezekiel pounded Maria. He fucked her with all the lust and love in his heart. He fucked her like it was his divine mission. He fucked her because she deserved to be fucked. He fucked her religiously.
“Madre de Dios!” Maria yelled. She looked out at the crowd of fellow sinners and sluts and saw their love.
“Praise the Lord!” Ezekiel yelled.
“I’m COMING!” Maria yelled.
“AMEN!” the crowd cheered.
He stepped up onto the small stage and took the cloth off the fucking bench. Questioning murmurs rippled through the crowd. He ripped off his shirt and revealed his hairy chest. He picked up the microphone and began his sermon.
“Sluts and sinners, I am Reverend Ezekiel Bone and I am here to bring you the Word! I am here to bring you SALVATION! I am here to bring you ETERNAL BLISS! Can I get an AMEN?”
The response of the crowd was weak. He heard more “What the fuck?” then he did “Amen.” Ezekiel let it slide.
“Oh I am looking on this crowd and you know what I see? I see FORNICATORS! I see MASTURBATORS! I see WHORES and FUCKERS! And you know what?”
The crowd didn’t answer. Some of them looked like they were about to run for the exit. One poor black girl in the front was about to cry.
“I want you sinners, masturbators, shoe fuckers and lap dancers to know that it is ALL RIGHT! That’s right, you heard me! It is FUCKING OKAY! The Good God Above is proud of you and he loves your work! Good for you!”
Ezekiel smiled. Yes, the crowd was really confused now. At least no one was leaving.
“The Good Lord gave you a dick and you used it. Good for you! The Heavenly Father gave you a pussy and you used it! Good for you! He gave you pay per view porn, bondage clubs and filthy ebooks you can buy online and you fucking used it all! Hallelujah! Can I have an AMEN!”
“Amen!” some one said. Everyone laughed but Ezekiel wasn’t laughing. Once the ice was broken the river would flow.
“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Ezekiel said. “You’re saying, Reverend, all those things are a sin. It says so in the Bible. It says so in magazines. It says so in church picnic menus. It says so in my little list of things I should never ever do given to me by my Momma. Porn and tits and fucking and cocks are all EVIL!”
Ezekeil looked at the crowd. Some nodded their heads. He nodded with them and then started shaking his violently.
“No, that is all LIES! You think God is that bad of a parent? You think he leaves his porn under the bed and doesn’t expect you to find it! FUCK NO! God wants you to read that porn! God wants you to jack that dick and twaddle that pussy! Why did he leave the porn there in the first fucking place? Do you think that ALL MIGHTY GOD who makes the stars and keeps the planet spinning can’t have the fucking FORESIGHT to know that you horny bastards are going to go fuck anything that moves and some things that don’t? Do you think GOD is a fucking idiot?”
“NO!” some in the crowd shouted back. Ezekiel could always count on a few to take offense to that statement.
“God knows that you are perverts. Did he not make us in his image? Are we not a bunch of horny bastards? God made us that way!”
“That was the Devil who did it!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“The Devil?” Ezekiel said. “Are you talking about the Snake in the Garden of Evil? Let me tell you the real story of the Garden of Eden. This is the real story laid out in the Dead Sea scrolls that they don’t want you to read. This is the story that was smuggled out of the scared Church and leaked to real believers like myself. This is the story told in the Purple Book of Mary. Let me tell you the story of Eve and the Apple.”
Ezekiel dropped his voice and recited the story from memory. “And one day, God went a walking in the forest and Eve saw his godhood. She said it was huge and mighty but she did not understand why it was rigid. And God said, does not Adam have a rigid manhood? And Eve said No.
And God took pity on Eve. He said “Eat of the Tree of Knowledge but know that if you eat it, you will no longer be a dumb sheep in the Garden.”
Ezekiel looked at his audience. “And you know what Eve did? You think she ate that Apple? Fuck no! She put that apple in her CUNT! She fucked that apple! She fucked it good! And she realized that fucking was good and she couldn’t wait to make Adam have some but she had fucked that apple so hard that it turned into applesauce! So Eve, you know what she does?”
“She gave him the applesauce?” someone asked.
“Oh she gave it to him all right,” Ezekiel said. “She opened her thighs and told Adam to eat her pussy. He ate that sweet pussy and his dick got all hard and then he stuck that dick in her! The two started fucking and everything changed for them! They weren’t satisfied with sitting in a dumb garden counting and naming animals anymore. They wanted to FUCK!”
The crowd laughed. Ezekiel laughed with them.
“They fucked in the bushes! They fucked with their hands! Eve made some fucking clothes to make their bodies look even better and then they fucked with their clothes on! And then God came by and saw that these dumb fucks were now smart fucks and he told them to go out in the world and fuck some more! Can I have an AMEN!”
“AMEN!” more people answered.
“That is the God honest truth and I FUCKING swear it! People know it deep in their heart! People know that fucking is good but there are always uptight ASSHOLES who want to change that. They want you to give them money to fight our most natural impulse! They want you to swear on a stack of lies that you will never wank your meat even though it feels AWESOME! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” more people answered.
“Now sluts and sinners, I don’t know why people lie about this. I don’t know why the Catholic Church hid the truth about what a great lay that Jesus was. I don’t know why the Jews didn’t want you to know that it was Moses’ cock that turned into a snake and fucked the ass of the Pharaoh. I don’t know why so many organized religions lie. I am not a psychologist or an economist. It doesn’t matter why they do it as long as you know the truth and I am here, sluts and sinners, to bring you the TRUTH! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the entire crowd yelled.
“And I am here tonight to help YOU!” Ezekiel said. He put his hand to his crotch and grabbed a handful of his cock. “I can sense that one among you is having some problems, oh yes! The Lord is telling me that one among you hasn’t had sex with her husband in over a year! Oh LORD! I sense that one of you is about to give up on sex forever and even stop masturbating! Is that true? Is there one among you like that? If there is, sister, please speak UP!”
“It’s true!” a woman near the front said. She was a plump Hispanic woman with beautiful black hair and beautiful sad eyes.
“Come up then!” Ezekiel said. “Make way for our fellow sinner! Let her come up on stage and we can help her!”
The woman made her way to the stage and Ezekeil put his arm around her.
“What is your name?”
“Maria,” she said.
“And Maria, is it true that your husband has not fucked you in over a year?” Ezekiel said.
“It is true,” she said. “I think he is fucking that white slut next door,” Maria said.
A disapproving groan came from the crowd.
“Well Maria, that is a fucking shame,” Ezekiel said. “You are so damn pretty, I would fuck you twice before getting out of bed each morning. Now, I am not a licensed marriage counselor or a fully accredited life coach, but I think you should get proof of his infidelity and divorce his ass. Take him for everything he is worth for denying you your marital rights as a wife! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the crowd yelled.
“But in the meantime, Maria,” Ezekiel said. “Would you like the healing power of the LORD? Would you like to have the gift of the APPLE that EVE gave to ADAM? Would you like to get what is RIGHTFULLY yours?”
“AMEN!” Maria yelled.
“Then take that pretty dress off and get on the bench here!” Ezekiel said. “Show us that body that your IDIOT husband is too STUPID to fuck!”
“Fuck that pendejo!” Maria yelled. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled the whole thing over her head. The crowd cheered at her round body. She then ripped off her modest white bra and released her brown tits. Last was her white panties and that went sailing into the crowd. Ezekiel figured those panties might have just become a Holy Relic to someone who needed them.
Ezekiel led Maria to the bench. It was a well padded device that let a woman kneel comfortably on it without getting tired. It angled her ass and pussy in the air while letting her tits hang over the side. It was made by a very religious and horny carpenter.
Ezekiel pulled off his pants. He took his cock in one hand while still holding the microphone in the other.
“Sinners and sluts, let me tell you that this is one wet pussy! This pussy would have made Noah build a bigger Ark! This is a HOLY place that I am about to enter! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” the crowd yelled and that was when Ezekiel slipped his cock inside Maria.
“PRAISE JESUS!” Maria yelled.
“Praise Jesus!” Ezekiel agreed. “Praise Jesus who took six inches of cock and satisfied an entire party! Praise Jesus who made the flat-chested get boobs and made the small dicks get bigger! Praise Jesus who tore out the banks in the temples and added an orgy room! Praise Jesus who gave Maria this really good cunt! Can I get an AMEN?”
“AMEN!” everyone yelled.
Ezekiel pounded Maria. He fucked her with all the lust and love in his heart. He fucked her like it was his divine mission. He fucked her because she deserved to be fucked. He fucked her religiously.
“Madre de Dios!” Maria yelled. She looked out at the crowd of fellow sinners and sluts and saw their love.
“Praise the Lord!” Ezekiel yelled.
“I’m COMING!” Maria yelled.
“AMEN!” the crowd cheered.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Dirty Books:A Tale of Sex and Swords
This book is high fantasy of the kind instantly recognizable to anyone who has ever played Dungeons and Dragons, Fighting Fantasy or ever watched an episode of Xena. Some fantasy writers drown the readers in lore and history but the author is smart enough to tell you just enough to keep the story moving.
The choice are implemented using hyperlinks, which is something I really need to do for my next book. It works really well on the Kindle. It also asks you to write down keywords at certain points for record keeping. For example, if you beat a dragon, it would ask you to write down Dragonslayer. Later in the book, if you have Dragonslayer written down, then the book will instruct you to click on a link that wouldn't ordinarily be available. It is not a bad system and it helps enrich the story.
These kind of stories usually go in one of two directions. Either the warrior woman kicks ass and picks her sexual conquests, or the warrior woman becomes a victim and is dominated and assaulted by superior forces. I was curious which choice the author would make and was pleasantly surprised to see that she included both. If you want to kick the ass of a group of rough types, or be overcome by them and forced to engage in some rough sex, the author lets you pick. I was pretty impressed by this. Almost every encounter had a Xena choice or a Victim choice. That was cool. Different readers want different things and the author accommodates.
So let's talk about the sex. Like I said, there are encounters that cater to the type of reader who wants to be in control, and there are encounters for those who want to lose control. I was amused to see that there were a few choices where you can skip the quests and try to seduce what you need out of people. When sex does happen, the author writes the entire sex scene and doesn't try to break it into choices. That is something I wholeheartedly approve of. When sex happens, you have a nice few pages to read.
So let's talk about the adventure. The adventure takes place in the city and you get a pretty free range of choices. There is some monster killing, a few mysteries and multiple ways to earn the money you need. I read if off and on over the weekend and I enjoyed playing it several times.
My only criticism is the adventure ends when you get on the boat. I was expecting to reach my sister and solve her problem, but this story is just episode one in a bigger story. A story by the way that is not available for purchase yet.
As a writer of a choose your own erotica type story, I can tell you that they are a lot of work. I can see why the author might want to test the waters and see if there is an interest. It still doesn't conceal my disappointment that this ebook only contains the first part of the journey.
Having said that, I really enjoyed it. There are quite a few parts that I am dying to tell you about but I am leaving that for you to enjoy. $4.99 Might seem pricey but man, these kinds of books are such a pain to write that I fully support the pricing.
I give it Four out of Five Pam Griers.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Play With This: The Vending Machine
This pink vending machine sits in the back of the sex store. The guy at the register has no idea what it is for; the owner doesn’t tell him shit. For that matter, no one has ever seen anyone restock the machine or come by to take the money.
The vending machine doesn’t have any windows or pictures. It just has a slot for coins and door at the bottom. You can put in any denomination of coins you want, even pennies. Once it reaches a dollar, something rattles and you can open the door.
Sometimes the vending machine dispenses an ordinary box of condoms. Other times it drops a very cheap vibrator. Most of the time the vending machine gives out unremarkable items.
It is the other times that get people talking. One woman claims it gave her a prototype Von Madd vibrator that was solar powered and was the best thing she ever experienced. Your best friend swears he got a DVD collection porn movies he saw as a teenager. Your sister says she got a pair of fishnet stockings that have never torn. A friend of your uncle claims he got a cell phone that had the phone numbers of every girl in town.
Some of the items are not so great. Everyone has heard of that envelope filled with dirty pictures of the minister, his wife and their live-in nanny. Your high school friend once got a giant poster of their mother posing nude. Rumor has it that the mayor got a VHS tape that once he found a VCR to play it in; it showed how his wife banging his accountant and that is why he left the city.
You never know what could come out of the pink vending machine. It could be nothing important. It could be your greatest wish. It could be your worse nightmare.
What you do know is that you have a dollar of quarters in your pocket.
The vending machine doesn’t have any windows or pictures. It just has a slot for coins and door at the bottom. You can put in any denomination of coins you want, even pennies. Once it reaches a dollar, something rattles and you can open the door.
Sometimes the vending machine dispenses an ordinary box of condoms. Other times it drops a very cheap vibrator. Most of the time the vending machine gives out unremarkable items.
It is the other times that get people talking. One woman claims it gave her a prototype Von Madd vibrator that was solar powered and was the best thing she ever experienced. Your best friend swears he got a DVD collection porn movies he saw as a teenager. Your sister says she got a pair of fishnet stockings that have never torn. A friend of your uncle claims he got a cell phone that had the phone numbers of every girl in town.
Some of the items are not so great. Everyone has heard of that envelope filled with dirty pictures of the minister, his wife and their live-in nanny. Your high school friend once got a giant poster of their mother posing nude. Rumor has it that the mayor got a VHS tape that once he found a VCR to play it in; it showed how his wife banging his accountant and that is why he left the city.
You never know what could come out of the pink vending machine. It could be nothing important. It could be your greatest wish. It could be your worse nightmare.
What you do know is that you have a dollar of quarters in your pocket.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Fiction: War and Fornication
Queen Erishella stepped onto the flight dock. The motors in her armor buzzed and kept her fearsome form moving. The suit covered her body in gleaming silver armor, heavy weapons, antigravity flight projectors and enough spiky bits to give anyone who came close to her a bad case of tetanus. Despite the terrible weaponry, the suit still maintained a feminine form with glorious shiny breasts, a marvelous metal ass and long black ribbons that were an approximate recreation of her own magnificent black hair. She was a walking weapon of mass devastation but she was also instantly recognizable as a woman.
Two other women in power armor flanked the Queen. Their weapons and curves were just as terrible but they were each a head shorter than the Queen. They were members of the Queen’s personal guard and everyone feared the Queen’s Whips.
“Is my invasion ready?” Queen Erishella asked. She looked down from the flight deck. Beneath her was the last of the resistance of the Gem Moon of Rubyion. The stubborn populace were preparing for a final stand around the Rubyion Palace. It was going to be a bloodbath of flesh and technology. She couldn’t wait.
“It is ready, my Queen,” General Blux began. “I am concerned by your plan to lead the invasion yourself. If you were to fall in battle, the hearts of every Euphorian soldier would die with despair.”
The Queen’s Whips raised their arms. A dozen targeting lasers appeared on General Blux’s crotch. The General’s right hand woman, Captain Lurna Kath, took a step back.
“Your concern is noted, General,” Queen Erishella said. “Do you remember the Battle of Aferic that occurred under the command of my father? The battle that lasted two months? The one where an entire continent was the site of vicious hand to hand fighting between soldiers from both sides and the unexpected appearance of the Blood Bears? Do you remember that atrocity of war?”
“Why of course,” General Blux said. He started to put his hands in front of his crotch but thought better of it. One of the Queen’s Whips growled when his hand moved.
“My father, the wise and merciful King Zarn the Enslaver, decided 2 weeks into the war that I could use some more training. He dropped me off in the center of the continent with no clothes, no weapons and no equipment. He told me to survive if I was worthy of being his daughter. He told me to die if I was not.”
“I survived, General. I survived despite my own army refusing to believe I was their Princess. I survived an encounter with a Blood Bear and I spent the cold night inside its warm corpse. I survived and I learned a thing or two. My father was a cruel bastard but I must say that I don’t fear going into battle today in a suit of amour and an army behind me. I shall lead.”
“Still,” General Blux said. “No sense in taking chances, my Queen. I for one could use your guidance here in the Command Center.”
Queen Erishella curled her smallest finger on her left hand. A signal went to both of the Queen’s Whips. Twin blasts of plasma incinerated General Blux, starting at his crotch.
“Captain Kath?” Queen Erishella said. “You are now a General. Shall we begin the invasion now?”
General Kath smiled. “We shall, my Queen!”
Queen Erishella shook her head. No one understood what it meant to be a daughter of Zarn. It meant she had suffered more than one who enjoys a quick death could never understand. Perhaps General Kath would understand.
The Queen stepped off the flight dock. Antigravity motors activated and guided her fall. The Queen’s Whips fell behind her. Together they plummeted towards the battle field.
Seconds later, missiles, plasma and lasers cut across the battlefield. The assembled might of Erishella’s navy and army attacked with a single mind. The front lines of the resistance evaporated into blood and dust.
Queen Erishella moaned with delight. Her moan was transmitted into the ears of every one of her soldiers. They heard their Queen’s delight and they fought all the harder.
She aimed her descent at a tank. The red Rubyion battle tank was holding off the advance of the Queen’s foot soldiers. The Queen’s own tanks were out of position to protect the soldiers. Queen Erishella made a note to her computer to make sure the commander of the tanks, if he survives the battle, will not survive the night.
Queen Erishella hovered above the tank. She held off on attacking for a moment. The enemy tank fired at her with several automatic lasers. They bounced harmlessly off her armor.
She waited until the main cannon of the tank pointed up at her. The end of the cannon glowed hot with plasma fire. Now would have been a perfect time to fire any of the assorted weapons that Erishella carried. It would have been the best action of a soldier. Erishella however, was a Queen.
The cannon fired. A giant ball of proto-solar matter flew up at her. Queen Erishella dodged to the left. Her antigravity motors protested with a high pitch whine at the sudden action of her command. The ball of plasma flew harmlessly into the sky.
The Euphorian soldiers gasped and then cheered.
Queen Erishella smiled and fired back. Eight missiles flew from her shoulder mounted harness. Three of the missiles exploded on the armor of the tank. Four of the missiles crashed through the weakened amour and detonated from the inside. The eighth missile found the plasma generator and caused a chain reaction. The battle tank, the soldiers around it and part of the city block it was protecting turned into a crimson fireball.
She groaned with naked delight. The sight of the magnificent explosion made her clench her thighs. The sound of her groan was broadcasted through every military channel. The entire Euphorian army groaned with her.
A defiant cheer went up from the Rubyion army. They weren’t giving up.
“Good,” Queen Erishella said. She raised her arm and signaled the Army to follow her. A million soldiers screamed her obedience.
Queen Erishella led the attack. She unleashed hundreds of laser shots into the soft flesh of the Rubyion soldiers. Her armor identified structural weaknesses in fortifications and fired the appropriate explosive warheads. Noxious gases were ejected into concentrated crowds of Rubyion soldiers. The devastation directed by her hand was fierce and without mercy.
The Queen’s Whips hovered behind her. They killed all members of the enemy who were unworthy of being killed by the Queen.
The Queen should have been in a good mood but she wasn’t. Queen Erishella scowled as she remembered General Blux, the idiot. Despite her best efforts, there were still members of her own army that thought of her as a figurehead. They just didn’t understand the gruesome power of her upbringing. She doubted any one would.
An hour into the battle, Queen Erishella noticed that her army on the right flank was lagging behind. She hovered to a higher height and took a scan of the battle. There was a bridge where the Euphorian Army just ceased to be.
Intrigued, Queen Erishella flew to this area. The Rubyion army was putting up a good defense. Euphorians charged the bridge and died. Euphorian tanks shelled the bridge and were in turn destroyed by return fire. This was something new.
It took the Queen a moment to identify the source of the Rubyion’s strength. It was a single man. He was lightly armored but he was a giant. He stood seven feet at least and his shoulders seemed to be nearly as wide. The Queen watched in wonder as he picked up a rocket launcher meant to be carried on a vehicle. The giant fired the weapon one handed and destroyed a Euphorian tank.
The Queen activated a transmission link back to the Command Center. “General Kath, what am I seeing?” Queen Erishella asked.
The General’s response was instant. Killing predecessors tended to breed promptness in their successors.
“That is a War Clone,” General Kath said. “The Rubyions breed them for battle. They are created in gene incubators, raised in hostile environments and then unleashed on their enemies. I was about to order an orbital bombardment on that sector.”
“Hold that bombardment,” Queen Erishella said. “I will deal with him personally.”
“But, my Queen,” General Kath said. There was a long pause. Erishella wondered if it was a survival instinct or maybe a loyal underling stopping the General.
“Yes, General?” Erishella asked.
“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” General Kath said.
Erishella smiled. Maybe this one will learn. “Thank you, General.”
Queen Erishella flew towards the War Clone. A group of Euphorian soldiers had rushed the giant. The brute dropped his rocket launcher and picked up a broken cannon to use as a club. The Queen watched in approval as the War Clone killed the highly equipped soldiers with nothing more than savage force and a blunt instrument.
“Fall back,” the Queen ordered the Queen’s Whips. They stayed a respectful distance away.
The Queen landed on the ground. She waved her own soldiers away and pointed at the War Clone.
The grim giant was choking one of her soldiers. He saw the Queen signal to him and he broke the soldier’s neck. He pigged up a long jagged piece of metal and started to run towards the Queen.
Telescopic scans took a better look at him. The Queen was amazed by how ugly the damn creature was. His nose had been broken a thousand times. One eye was almost swollen shut from multiple injuries. There was no hair on his body and it was probably bred out of him. He didn’t have many teeth left but those that remained were sharpened.
The Queen was impressed. Muscles rippled across his body. He was covered in scars. This was no pampered tool. This was a sharp weapon tempered with abuse.
Queen Erishella was wet between her thighs. That was normal. Killing machines made flesh turned her on. What was different was that she felt a small pain of understanding. She felt a flicker of pity for this creature.
Pity was an alien emotion and one that she couldn’t identify. It confused her greatly.
The Queen turned off her protective force fields. She deactivated the many anti-personnel weapons that were targeting the War Clone. She flipped up the visor of her helmet so she could see her enemy face to face.
The War Clone paused when he saw her face. Lust flickered across his horrible face. It was replaced with anger.
“Leave,” he growled.
“Fight me,” Queen Erishella said.
The War Clone yelled and swung his jagged piece of metal at her. He wielded it like a crude sword and Erishella saw his hand bled from where he held it.
The Queen blocked the makeshift sword with her right arm. The metal shattered on her armor but the force of the blow sent her stumbling. The Euphorian army gasped behind her.
The War Clone kicked her. His boot crashed into where her chest should have been but Erishella was already moving. She grabbed his foot and spun it to the left. As the War Clone struggled to regain his footing, the Queen was punching him hard in the chest.
It was like slamming her hand into a moon. The War Clone grunted but he was clearly unhurt.
The War Clone grabbed the surprised Queen’s hand. With his other hand, he punched her. The Queen turned her head so that the side of her helmet took the blow instead of her unprotected face. Her head spun and stars appeared in her eyes.
The brute was already swinging again. Erishella raised her armored arm just in time to soak the second blow but the shock of blow sent agony down her arm. She tried to pull away but his grip on her wrist was tighter then her thighs on a lusty night.
The monster swung again. He was without mercy. This time he punched her in the stomach and her armor alerted her to several structural fractures in the suit.
The Queen felt fear. Unlike pity, this was not a new emotion. She had known fear back on Aferic. She had known fear when a group of her father’s own army had tried to rape her. She remembered the paralyzing stench of fear as the soldiers wagered on who would get to have her first.
The Queen also remembered what made the fear go away. It was the sight of the first soldier’s blood as it spilled to the ground. Her stolen knife had entered him before his cock had entered her.
Queen Erishella punched back. Her fist, augmented by the motors in the power suit glanced off the War Clone’s head. The brute didn’t even flinch.
Which was fine. The Queen just didn’t want him paying attention to her foot. Powered by motors and a little antigravity force, the Queen drove her boot into the brute’s knee. She shattered the weak armor the monster was wearing and cracked something under the skin.
The War Clone screamed. He should have let go of her hand but his grip only tightened. Queen Erishella was impressed. She could only imagine the practice that the War Clone had endured in order to ignore such pain.
The War Clone punched her again in the gut. The amour screamed warnings about internal injuries.
The Queen drove a spiked elbow into the War Clone’s eye. The spike turned his eye into a bleeding hole.
The War Clone made a twisting motion with his hand. Queen Erishella’s wrist turned and broke in his grip.
The Queen lifted a spiked knee into the crotch of the War Clone. Blood spurted from his amour.
The War Clone finally released her useless hand. The Queen stumbled back and then delivered a high kick to the beast’s head. His head snapped to the left and he fell to one knee.
The Queen jumped on him. She brought her arm down on his head and the spikes tore off his ear. The War Clone fell to the ground.
He tried to get up but the Queen slammed her heeled boot on his hand. The heel went through the bones of his hand and pinned it to the ground.
The Euphorian army cheered. A horrified moan rose up from the Rubyion army. The Euphorians surged forward and began the slaughter.
The Queen’s Whips descended and formed a shield around the Queen and her pinned War Clone. Any one foolish enough to approach the Queen was turned to ash by her Whips.
“You fight like,” the War Clone stopped to spit out one of his remaining teeth. “You fight like one raised in the War Orphanage.”
“You fight like one abandoned by your own people,” Queen Erishella said.
“My people,” The War Clone spat. “I have no people. I have only my Masters and my fellow dead War Clones. Finish me and end the misery of a failed soldier.”
“What is your name?” Queen Erishella asked.
“Grim,” he said.
“A good name, I am Queen Erishella. I can kill you; Grim, but I have a job for you. One in which you can kill more enemies, destroy those who are weak and be among one of your own kind.”
“My own kind?” Grim said. “I have no love for other War Clones.”
“I was referring to me,” the Queen said. “Swear allegiance to me and become my Consort. I have need of one who has been forged in blood.”
Grim laughed. “Now you jest with me. A creature like me could never be desired by one such as you. Kill me now and end your cruel jokes.”
Queen Erishella reached down and grabbed the armor protecting the War Clone’s crotch. Her gloves tore into the metal and ripped it free. The War Clone was bleeding from the spike wound but fortunately the spike had missed his cock. She was not surprised to see that his cock was already hard.
She gripped his cock. The War Clone moaned. His eyes were in disbelief but his cock was throbbing.
Queen Erishella activated a protocol for her armor. The metal plates around her crotch retracted to reveal the dense bush of her pubic hair. The most valuable treasure of all of Euphoria was exposed on the field of battle.
Grim barely made a sound as the Queen pulled her heel free of his hand. She straddled his lap and pointed his cock towards her sex. Her arm with the broken wrist hung limply by her side as her amour pumped numbing painkillers into it.
The Queen settled onto his cock. Her sex clenched in ecstasy as his formable weapon disappeared inside her. She wondered how many women had been impaled by this monster. She wondered if the War Clone had ever had a willing partner. For some reason she didn’t understand, she hoped that he hadn’t.
The War Clone reached for her chest. Queen Erishella wondered if he was going to resist her. She smiled as his hand cupped the amour outline of her breast. His hand squeezed and the armor cracked. His bleeding hand joined the caress, smearing blood across her breastplate.
The Queen rode him. Armored and laden with weapons, her hips could still move. She clenched him with her sex. Her cunt embraced his cock with the passion of a lover.
Grim continued to bleed and his blood mixed with the juices of their sex. One of his hands moved to her ass. She heard the armor groan as his powerful hand crushed the plates there. He was thrusting now. Bleeding, injured and broken, his body still had the urge to fuck.
Around them the battle continued. The scream of missiles filled the air as another Rubyion fortification was destroyed. The air reeked of blood and weapon discharges. The sky was darkened with the smoke of ash and burning bodies.
Queen Erishella moaned with each thrust. Across the battlefield, her soldiers were inspired by every moan.
Grim’s eyes softened. He wasn’t sure what to make of this enemy that had defeated him. He didn’t feel defeated. In fact, he felt like he had won. It was a curious feeling.
They had both been bred to battle their enemies. The Queen had been bred to lead and the War Clone had been bred to be led. Today however, they fucked.
“Yes!” The Queen screamed her orgasm. A million soldiers answered her cry with a million screams.
Grim answered her cry with his own climax. She felt her sex fill with his seed. She clenched and milked it all from his incredible cock.
After a moment of reflection, Queen Erishella rose from Grim’s body. The armor sealed back over her cunt. Her visor swung down and protected her face again. She looked down at Grim’s spent body and addressed the Queen’s Whips.
“Remove him from the battle field and tend to his wounds,” Queen Erishella commanded. “Let him rest on my Battle Barge with full respect as due his new station as my Consort.”
Grim growled. He got up from the ground and looked down at the Queen. His wounds had stopped bleeding and she watched as new scar tissue formed.
“You return to the fight?” Grim asked.
“Yes,” Queen Erishella said. “My people need my leadership.”
“Then I return as well, at your side,” Grim said. “You have enemies for me to kill.”
Erishella laughed. A million soldiers suddenly knew fear for the Queen rarely laughed. They didn’t realize that she was genuinely happy.
She had found someone who understood her.
Two other women in power armor flanked the Queen. Their weapons and curves were just as terrible but they were each a head shorter than the Queen. They were members of the Queen’s personal guard and everyone feared the Queen’s Whips.
“Is my invasion ready?” Queen Erishella asked. She looked down from the flight deck. Beneath her was the last of the resistance of the Gem Moon of Rubyion. The stubborn populace were preparing for a final stand around the Rubyion Palace. It was going to be a bloodbath of flesh and technology. She couldn’t wait.
“It is ready, my Queen,” General Blux began. “I am concerned by your plan to lead the invasion yourself. If you were to fall in battle, the hearts of every Euphorian soldier would die with despair.”
The Queen’s Whips raised their arms. A dozen targeting lasers appeared on General Blux’s crotch. The General’s right hand woman, Captain Lurna Kath, took a step back.
“Your concern is noted, General,” Queen Erishella said. “Do you remember the Battle of Aferic that occurred under the command of my father? The battle that lasted two months? The one where an entire continent was the site of vicious hand to hand fighting between soldiers from both sides and the unexpected appearance of the Blood Bears? Do you remember that atrocity of war?”
“Why of course,” General Blux said. He started to put his hands in front of his crotch but thought better of it. One of the Queen’s Whips growled when his hand moved.
“My father, the wise and merciful King Zarn the Enslaver, decided 2 weeks into the war that I could use some more training. He dropped me off in the center of the continent with no clothes, no weapons and no equipment. He told me to survive if I was worthy of being his daughter. He told me to die if I was not.”
“I survived, General. I survived despite my own army refusing to believe I was their Princess. I survived an encounter with a Blood Bear and I spent the cold night inside its warm corpse. I survived and I learned a thing or two. My father was a cruel bastard but I must say that I don’t fear going into battle today in a suit of amour and an army behind me. I shall lead.”
“Still,” General Blux said. “No sense in taking chances, my Queen. I for one could use your guidance here in the Command Center.”
Queen Erishella curled her smallest finger on her left hand. A signal went to both of the Queen’s Whips. Twin blasts of plasma incinerated General Blux, starting at his crotch.
“Captain Kath?” Queen Erishella said. “You are now a General. Shall we begin the invasion now?”
General Kath smiled. “We shall, my Queen!”
Queen Erishella shook her head. No one understood what it meant to be a daughter of Zarn. It meant she had suffered more than one who enjoys a quick death could never understand. Perhaps General Kath would understand.
The Queen stepped off the flight dock. Antigravity motors activated and guided her fall. The Queen’s Whips fell behind her. Together they plummeted towards the battle field.
Seconds later, missiles, plasma and lasers cut across the battlefield. The assembled might of Erishella’s navy and army attacked with a single mind. The front lines of the resistance evaporated into blood and dust.
Queen Erishella moaned with delight. Her moan was transmitted into the ears of every one of her soldiers. They heard their Queen’s delight and they fought all the harder.
She aimed her descent at a tank. The red Rubyion battle tank was holding off the advance of the Queen’s foot soldiers. The Queen’s own tanks were out of position to protect the soldiers. Queen Erishella made a note to her computer to make sure the commander of the tanks, if he survives the battle, will not survive the night.
Queen Erishella hovered above the tank. She held off on attacking for a moment. The enemy tank fired at her with several automatic lasers. They bounced harmlessly off her armor.
She waited until the main cannon of the tank pointed up at her. The end of the cannon glowed hot with plasma fire. Now would have been a perfect time to fire any of the assorted weapons that Erishella carried. It would have been the best action of a soldier. Erishella however, was a Queen.
The cannon fired. A giant ball of proto-solar matter flew up at her. Queen Erishella dodged to the left. Her antigravity motors protested with a high pitch whine at the sudden action of her command. The ball of plasma flew harmlessly into the sky.
The Euphorian soldiers gasped and then cheered.
Queen Erishella smiled and fired back. Eight missiles flew from her shoulder mounted harness. Three of the missiles exploded on the armor of the tank. Four of the missiles crashed through the weakened amour and detonated from the inside. The eighth missile found the plasma generator and caused a chain reaction. The battle tank, the soldiers around it and part of the city block it was protecting turned into a crimson fireball.
She groaned with naked delight. The sight of the magnificent explosion made her clench her thighs. The sound of her groan was broadcasted through every military channel. The entire Euphorian army groaned with her.
A defiant cheer went up from the Rubyion army. They weren’t giving up.
“Good,” Queen Erishella said. She raised her arm and signaled the Army to follow her. A million soldiers screamed her obedience.
Queen Erishella led the attack. She unleashed hundreds of laser shots into the soft flesh of the Rubyion soldiers. Her armor identified structural weaknesses in fortifications and fired the appropriate explosive warheads. Noxious gases were ejected into concentrated crowds of Rubyion soldiers. The devastation directed by her hand was fierce and without mercy.
The Queen’s Whips hovered behind her. They killed all members of the enemy who were unworthy of being killed by the Queen.
The Queen should have been in a good mood but she wasn’t. Queen Erishella scowled as she remembered General Blux, the idiot. Despite her best efforts, there were still members of her own army that thought of her as a figurehead. They just didn’t understand the gruesome power of her upbringing. She doubted any one would.
An hour into the battle, Queen Erishella noticed that her army on the right flank was lagging behind. She hovered to a higher height and took a scan of the battle. There was a bridge where the Euphorian Army just ceased to be.
Intrigued, Queen Erishella flew to this area. The Rubyion army was putting up a good defense. Euphorians charged the bridge and died. Euphorian tanks shelled the bridge and were in turn destroyed by return fire. This was something new.
It took the Queen a moment to identify the source of the Rubyion’s strength. It was a single man. He was lightly armored but he was a giant. He stood seven feet at least and his shoulders seemed to be nearly as wide. The Queen watched in wonder as he picked up a rocket launcher meant to be carried on a vehicle. The giant fired the weapon one handed and destroyed a Euphorian tank.
The Queen activated a transmission link back to the Command Center. “General Kath, what am I seeing?” Queen Erishella asked.
The General’s response was instant. Killing predecessors tended to breed promptness in their successors.
“That is a War Clone,” General Kath said. “The Rubyions breed them for battle. They are created in gene incubators, raised in hostile environments and then unleashed on their enemies. I was about to order an orbital bombardment on that sector.”
“Hold that bombardment,” Queen Erishella said. “I will deal with him personally.”
“But, my Queen,” General Kath said. There was a long pause. Erishella wondered if it was a survival instinct or maybe a loyal underling stopping the General.
“Yes, General?” Erishella asked.
“I just wanted to wish you good luck,” General Kath said.
Erishella smiled. Maybe this one will learn. “Thank you, General.”
Queen Erishella flew towards the War Clone. A group of Euphorian soldiers had rushed the giant. The brute dropped his rocket launcher and picked up a broken cannon to use as a club. The Queen watched in approval as the War Clone killed the highly equipped soldiers with nothing more than savage force and a blunt instrument.
“Fall back,” the Queen ordered the Queen’s Whips. They stayed a respectful distance away.
The Queen landed on the ground. She waved her own soldiers away and pointed at the War Clone.
The grim giant was choking one of her soldiers. He saw the Queen signal to him and he broke the soldier’s neck. He pigged up a long jagged piece of metal and started to run towards the Queen.
Telescopic scans took a better look at him. The Queen was amazed by how ugly the damn creature was. His nose had been broken a thousand times. One eye was almost swollen shut from multiple injuries. There was no hair on his body and it was probably bred out of him. He didn’t have many teeth left but those that remained were sharpened.
The Queen was impressed. Muscles rippled across his body. He was covered in scars. This was no pampered tool. This was a sharp weapon tempered with abuse.
Queen Erishella was wet between her thighs. That was normal. Killing machines made flesh turned her on. What was different was that she felt a small pain of understanding. She felt a flicker of pity for this creature.
Pity was an alien emotion and one that she couldn’t identify. It confused her greatly.
The Queen turned off her protective force fields. She deactivated the many anti-personnel weapons that were targeting the War Clone. She flipped up the visor of her helmet so she could see her enemy face to face.
The War Clone paused when he saw her face. Lust flickered across his horrible face. It was replaced with anger.
“Leave,” he growled.
“Fight me,” Queen Erishella said.
The War Clone yelled and swung his jagged piece of metal at her. He wielded it like a crude sword and Erishella saw his hand bled from where he held it.
The Queen blocked the makeshift sword with her right arm. The metal shattered on her armor but the force of the blow sent her stumbling. The Euphorian army gasped behind her.
The War Clone kicked her. His boot crashed into where her chest should have been but Erishella was already moving. She grabbed his foot and spun it to the left. As the War Clone struggled to regain his footing, the Queen was punching him hard in the chest.
It was like slamming her hand into a moon. The War Clone grunted but he was clearly unhurt.
The War Clone grabbed the surprised Queen’s hand. With his other hand, he punched her. The Queen turned her head so that the side of her helmet took the blow instead of her unprotected face. Her head spun and stars appeared in her eyes.
The brute was already swinging again. Erishella raised her armored arm just in time to soak the second blow but the shock of blow sent agony down her arm. She tried to pull away but his grip on her wrist was tighter then her thighs on a lusty night.
The monster swung again. He was without mercy. This time he punched her in the stomach and her armor alerted her to several structural fractures in the suit.
The Queen felt fear. Unlike pity, this was not a new emotion. She had known fear back on Aferic. She had known fear when a group of her father’s own army had tried to rape her. She remembered the paralyzing stench of fear as the soldiers wagered on who would get to have her first.
The Queen also remembered what made the fear go away. It was the sight of the first soldier’s blood as it spilled to the ground. Her stolen knife had entered him before his cock had entered her.
Queen Erishella punched back. Her fist, augmented by the motors in the power suit glanced off the War Clone’s head. The brute didn’t even flinch.
Which was fine. The Queen just didn’t want him paying attention to her foot. Powered by motors and a little antigravity force, the Queen drove her boot into the brute’s knee. She shattered the weak armor the monster was wearing and cracked something under the skin.
The War Clone screamed. He should have let go of her hand but his grip only tightened. Queen Erishella was impressed. She could only imagine the practice that the War Clone had endured in order to ignore such pain.
The War Clone punched her again in the gut. The amour screamed warnings about internal injuries.
The Queen drove a spiked elbow into the War Clone’s eye. The spike turned his eye into a bleeding hole.
The War Clone made a twisting motion with his hand. Queen Erishella’s wrist turned and broke in his grip.
The Queen lifted a spiked knee into the crotch of the War Clone. Blood spurted from his amour.
The War Clone finally released her useless hand. The Queen stumbled back and then delivered a high kick to the beast’s head. His head snapped to the left and he fell to one knee.
The Queen jumped on him. She brought her arm down on his head and the spikes tore off his ear. The War Clone fell to the ground.
He tried to get up but the Queen slammed her heeled boot on his hand. The heel went through the bones of his hand and pinned it to the ground.
The Euphorian army cheered. A horrified moan rose up from the Rubyion army. The Euphorians surged forward and began the slaughter.
The Queen’s Whips descended and formed a shield around the Queen and her pinned War Clone. Any one foolish enough to approach the Queen was turned to ash by her Whips.
“You fight like,” the War Clone stopped to spit out one of his remaining teeth. “You fight like one raised in the War Orphanage.”
“You fight like one abandoned by your own people,” Queen Erishella said.
“My people,” The War Clone spat. “I have no people. I have only my Masters and my fellow dead War Clones. Finish me and end the misery of a failed soldier.”
“What is your name?” Queen Erishella asked.
“Grim,” he said.
“A good name, I am Queen Erishella. I can kill you; Grim, but I have a job for you. One in which you can kill more enemies, destroy those who are weak and be among one of your own kind.”
“My own kind?” Grim said. “I have no love for other War Clones.”
“I was referring to me,” the Queen said. “Swear allegiance to me and become my Consort. I have need of one who has been forged in blood.”
Grim laughed. “Now you jest with me. A creature like me could never be desired by one such as you. Kill me now and end your cruel jokes.”
Queen Erishella reached down and grabbed the armor protecting the War Clone’s crotch. Her gloves tore into the metal and ripped it free. The War Clone was bleeding from the spike wound but fortunately the spike had missed his cock. She was not surprised to see that his cock was already hard.
She gripped his cock. The War Clone moaned. His eyes were in disbelief but his cock was throbbing.
Queen Erishella activated a protocol for her armor. The metal plates around her crotch retracted to reveal the dense bush of her pubic hair. The most valuable treasure of all of Euphoria was exposed on the field of battle.
Grim barely made a sound as the Queen pulled her heel free of his hand. She straddled his lap and pointed his cock towards her sex. Her arm with the broken wrist hung limply by her side as her amour pumped numbing painkillers into it.
The Queen settled onto his cock. Her sex clenched in ecstasy as his formable weapon disappeared inside her. She wondered how many women had been impaled by this monster. She wondered if the War Clone had ever had a willing partner. For some reason she didn’t understand, she hoped that he hadn’t.
The War Clone reached for her chest. Queen Erishella wondered if he was going to resist her. She smiled as his hand cupped the amour outline of her breast. His hand squeezed and the armor cracked. His bleeding hand joined the caress, smearing blood across her breastplate.
The Queen rode him. Armored and laden with weapons, her hips could still move. She clenched him with her sex. Her cunt embraced his cock with the passion of a lover.
Grim continued to bleed and his blood mixed with the juices of their sex. One of his hands moved to her ass. She heard the armor groan as his powerful hand crushed the plates there. He was thrusting now. Bleeding, injured and broken, his body still had the urge to fuck.
Around them the battle continued. The scream of missiles filled the air as another Rubyion fortification was destroyed. The air reeked of blood and weapon discharges. The sky was darkened with the smoke of ash and burning bodies.
Queen Erishella moaned with each thrust. Across the battlefield, her soldiers were inspired by every moan.
Grim’s eyes softened. He wasn’t sure what to make of this enemy that had defeated him. He didn’t feel defeated. In fact, he felt like he had won. It was a curious feeling.
They had both been bred to battle their enemies. The Queen had been bred to lead and the War Clone had been bred to be led. Today however, they fucked.
“Yes!” The Queen screamed her orgasm. A million soldiers answered her cry with a million screams.
Grim answered her cry with his own climax. She felt her sex fill with his seed. She clenched and milked it all from his incredible cock.
After a moment of reflection, Queen Erishella rose from Grim’s body. The armor sealed back over her cunt. Her visor swung down and protected her face again. She looked down at Grim’s spent body and addressed the Queen’s Whips.
“Remove him from the battle field and tend to his wounds,” Queen Erishella commanded. “Let him rest on my Battle Barge with full respect as due his new station as my Consort.”
Grim growled. He got up from the ground and looked down at the Queen. His wounds had stopped bleeding and she watched as new scar tissue formed.
“You return to the fight?” Grim asked.
“Yes,” Queen Erishella said. “My people need my leadership.”
“Then I return as well, at your side,” Grim said. “You have enemies for me to kill.”
Erishella laughed. A million soldiers suddenly knew fear for the Queen rarely laughed. They didn’t realize that she was genuinely happy.
She had found someone who understood her.
Monday, August 06, 2012
Behind the Page: Amercia's Next Top Slut
During the very first season of Survivor, I thought it would be a good idea to do a weekly erotica story about a reality show where contestants get eliminated one by one. The competition would be some sort of sexual contest, one I never got around to deciding. I even flirted with the idea of letting the readers vote on who they wanted to go to the next round. Like a lot of ideas, the logistics of the whole mess intimidated me and I never did it.
Over a decade later, I have a different opinion on the whole idea. One, I would get rid of the voting and audience participation because story-by-committee is often shit. Agatha Christie proved ages ago that eliminating characters one by one is golden without having audience participation. So let's chuck the voting and just slowly get rid of characters.
Second, with all the reality shows we have now a days, it is very easy to imagine some illicit network hosting "America's Next Top Slut". Back in the days of Survivor and American Idol, I was obsessed with presenting a competition with a theme but nowadays, people are programmed to buy into any elimination contest. If people can accept cooks, barbers and freaking garbage pickers to compete and slowly being eliminated, a bunch of horny women almost seems logical.
The trickiest aspect is how to present characters without giving away the winner in the first chapter. I find that I write my best sex stories from the point of view of one character at a time. If I tell the story from only one person's point of view, it is not unrealistic to expect her to be the winner. If I pick a new character every chapter to tell the story, then there is the chance that the reader won't get to know any character well enough to care who wins.
My attempted solution will be to rotate between three characters. We will see these character from the audition process to the finals. Other characters will be eliminated but the reader will know these three are the ones to watch. Much like any reality show, after the first few episodes you know they could save a lot of time and mass eliminate everyone except the few with talent.
The other tricky part I think is to really use all the gimmicks of the reality shows. That means confessional interludes where characters talk directly about their experience, snotty judges and maybe a Tim Gunn type who comes in and tries to support the characters. Also, I need a host and I need a catch phrase.
It is amusing to me that I have barely thought about the competitions themselves. Those are the least of my concerns as I am sure I can think of ten of them off the top of my head the next time I am stuck in traffic.
My bigger concern is that title. "America's Next Top Slut" is nice, except I have "The Magnificent Seven Sluts" coming out this year and that is one slut title too many. I would go with Porn Star instead of Slut, except I am sure there was a real life version of that, and Porn Stars need a lot of skills not really related to sex. I need a word other than Slut and I will bet that will take me the longest to come up with.
Over a decade later, I have a different opinion on the whole idea. One, I would get rid of the voting and audience participation because story-by-committee is often shit. Agatha Christie proved ages ago that eliminating characters one by one is golden without having audience participation. So let's chuck the voting and just slowly get rid of characters.
Second, with all the reality shows we have now a days, it is very easy to imagine some illicit network hosting "America's Next Top Slut". Back in the days of Survivor and American Idol, I was obsessed with presenting a competition with a theme but nowadays, people are programmed to buy into any elimination contest. If people can accept cooks, barbers and freaking garbage pickers to compete and slowly being eliminated, a bunch of horny women almost seems logical.
The trickiest aspect is how to present characters without giving away the winner in the first chapter. I find that I write my best sex stories from the point of view of one character at a time. If I tell the story from only one person's point of view, it is not unrealistic to expect her to be the winner. If I pick a new character every chapter to tell the story, then there is the chance that the reader won't get to know any character well enough to care who wins.
My attempted solution will be to rotate between three characters. We will see these character from the audition process to the finals. Other characters will be eliminated but the reader will know these three are the ones to watch. Much like any reality show, after the first few episodes you know they could save a lot of time and mass eliminate everyone except the few with talent.
The other tricky part I think is to really use all the gimmicks of the reality shows. That means confessional interludes where characters talk directly about their experience, snotty judges and maybe a Tim Gunn type who comes in and tries to support the characters. Also, I need a host and I need a catch phrase.
It is amusing to me that I have barely thought about the competitions themselves. Those are the least of my concerns as I am sure I can think of ten of them off the top of my head the next time I am stuck in traffic.
My bigger concern is that title. "America's Next Top Slut" is nice, except I have "The Magnificent Seven Sluts" coming out this year and that is one slut title too many. I would go with Porn Star instead of Slut, except I am sure there was a real life version of that, and Porn Stars need a lot of skills not really related to sex. I need a word other than Slut and I will bet that will take me the longest to come up with.
Friday, August 03, 2012
Play With This: Complications
Sometimes in erotica, two people will fuck. In better erotica, two people will fuck despite a complication. They really shouldn't be fucking but they are doing it anyway.
Why shouldn't they be fucking? Generate a random number.
1 - The couple is married, just not to each other.
2 - The brother/sister of one of the lovers is going to be really jealous.
3 - Their place of employment really frowns on these two fucking, especially during work hours.
4 - The lovers belong to two different crime families/ninja clans/soda companies.
5 - The supreme diety will literally destory the world if these two fuck.
6 - People don't usually fuck during a divorce proceeding.
7 - Their operating systems are incompatible.
8 - The lovers are supposed to be working on solving that murder case.
9 - The lovers are supposed to be working on murdering someone.
10 - Space Herpes.
11 - One of the lovers is an asshole.
12 - Family reunions are a really awkward place to have sex.
13 - A fast food chain has condemned their fucking.
14 - One of the lovers is 900 years old and the other lover is barely legal.
15 - The lovers are separated by a couple of thousand miles.
16 - One of the lovers is a grim avenging hero type while the other lover is a carefree sexy thief.
17 - The reality show cameras will not turn off for one fucking minute.
18 - The hate these two lovers have for each other could burn an entire world.
19 - Surprise threesome!
20 - Shit got really complicated. Generate two random results and combine.
Why shouldn't they be fucking? Generate a random number.
1 - The couple is married, just not to each other.
2 - The brother/sister of one of the lovers is going to be really jealous.
3 - Their place of employment really frowns on these two fucking, especially during work hours.
4 - The lovers belong to two different crime families/ninja clans/soda companies.
5 - The supreme diety will literally destory the world if these two fuck.
6 - People don't usually fuck during a divorce proceeding.
7 - Their operating systems are incompatible.
8 - The lovers are supposed to be working on solving that murder case.
9 - The lovers are supposed to be working on murdering someone.
10 - Space Herpes.
11 - One of the lovers is an asshole.
12 - Family reunions are a really awkward place to have sex.
13 - A fast food chain has condemned their fucking.
14 - One of the lovers is 900 years old and the other lover is barely legal.
15 - The lovers are separated by a couple of thousand miles.
16 - One of the lovers is a grim avenging hero type while the other lover is a carefree sexy thief.
17 - The reality show cameras will not turn off for one fucking minute.
18 - The hate these two lovers have for each other could burn an entire world.
19 - Surprise threesome!
20 - Shit got really complicated. Generate two random results and combine.
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Fiction: Interplanetary Economics
Explorer’s Log: I am about to make contact with species that lives in the star system designated Queen’s Astonishing Cruelty by Royal Astronomers. They are called the Omigons and the Mur tell me that they are a greedy race with an emphasis on economic strength. Queen Erishella loves to conquer rich species so I will scout them as best I can for future plunder. They speak a version of Eras Demi so I expect to communicate with them easily.
The Deep Space Probe ship is still damaged from the encounter with the Space Vagina but I have repaired the ship’s weapons. I’m not stupid. I expect this species to be all gracious and welcoming and offer to finish repairs on my ship. I’ll tell them I am a trade ambassador and I am sure I will get the royal treatment. End Explorer’s Log
Explorer’s Personal Log: This is my first encounter with a species who is primarily economy driven. I am hoping that maybe they will give me lots of free stuff to establish relationships. I might even convince them to give me a sex slave or two for the long voyage.
Vaquel Di was impressed by the Omigon’s security. She was still a few thousand kilometers away from the solar system’s furthest planet when a large ship intercepted her. Good, she wouldn’t have to fuck around to get people’s attention.
She checked herself one more time before answering the communications panel. She was wearing a bright white suit today that covered her brown body from neck to toe. The suit clung to the curves of her heavy bursts, wide hips and full ass. She had trimmed her short pink hair to form perfect bangs above her eyes. Vaquel was ready to impress and be accepted by these new aliens.
Vaquel pressed the transmit button. “Greetings from the Euphorian system!” Vaquel said. “I am Vaquel Di, here to represent Queen Erishella and her glorious kingdom.”
The panel showed the image of an orange skinned female. She was a plump looking creature with long black hair pilled above her head. Gems and jewelry decorated her hair.
“You have entered a controlled financial star system,” the woman responded. “I am Inspector-Regulator Deoffa. Please state your intentions to profit here.”
Vaquel gave her best smile. “I am here to open trade negotiations between Queen Erishella and the Omigons.”
Deoffa looked bored. “We only accept trade negotiations with species that can provide a full audit of trade goods that they have available for business. The audit must include exact numbers of quantities involved, their physical dimensions and expected price.”
Vaquel’s smile faltered a little. “That seems a bit exacting. Surely since we are new to each other, a period of getting to know one another is in order?”
Deoffa played with a jeweled earring. “The Omigon Federation encounters sentient beings every day who claim to be trade ambassadors when they are really just opportunists and labor agitators. We have no need to entertain freeloaders and people who explore without projected profit margins. If you have no real business then this interview is concluded and you are instructed to leave Omigon space immediately.”
“Wait!” Vaquel said. “My ship’s hull is damaged and I could use some help finding the raw materials to repair it. What would you require for payment?”
Deoffa stopped playing with her jewelry. She looked at Vaquel and appraised her. “Stand by to be boarded for a credit assessment.”
The transmission ended and Vaquel smiled. She didn’t need the raw materials. The ship was designed to use just about any metal you could find on an asteroid. It would give her time for the long range scans of her ship to analyze the Omigon’s system, as well as scan the Inspector-Regulator’s ship. Every bit of data she could scrap together would be useful to the Euphorian invasion force.
Gravitational beams projected from the Inspector-Regulator’s ship and locked the Deep Space Probe in place. A flexible airlock tunnel then emerged and sealed over the door to the Probe. Vaquel wasn’t crazy about the ship being immobilized like this but one took chances when trying to spy on another race.
The door opened and Inspector-Regulator Deoffa appeared. The woman was short; she barely came up to Vaquel’s tits. What she lacked in height she made up with curves. Her entire body looked like it was ready to explode out of the rather drab grey uniform.
Deoffa looked up at Vaquel. She said nothing as she walked around Vaquel. Vaquel didn’t object as the woman took her time examining Vaquel. Every second that her scanners could work was precious.
“What materials are you looking for?” Deoffa said when she came back around to Vaquel’s front. The woman’s hair was taller than Vaquel.
Vaquel listed a few metals. Deoffa raised her hand and interrupted her.
“Those are easily obtainable for three hundred Omeks. What do you have to trade?”
“Well, I can give you charts of the planets I have visited already,” Vaquel said.
Deoffa shook her head. “We only accept surveys from certified explorers. What about your ship’s weapons?”
Vaquel laughed. “No way. I have a twenty year mission and I need all the firepower I can get.”
“Do you care any crystalline carbon products?” Deoffa asked.
“No,” Vaquel said.
“I see,” Deoffa replied. “Is your culture comfortable with sexual economic transactions?”
Vaquel thought about that. “You mean, sex for money? Shit, I am pretty sure Euphorians invented it. Our money is based on the oral standard.”
“That is good to hear,” the short woman said. “Your material assets are pathetic but your personal assets are worth investing. In exchange for sexual satisfaction, I could authorize the materials you need from my personal account.”
Vaquel looked at the shorter woman. She gets to complete her spying and get laid? This was the best mission yet!
“Are you sure your race and mine is sexually compatible?” Vaquel asked.
“You have a mouth, right?” Deoffa said.
Vaquel smiled. She was starting to like this race. “And who would be using my assets?”
“Myself, of course,” Deoffa said. “Disrobe immediately. Time is financial expenditure.”
Vaquel obeyed. She pressed a button at her collar and a seam opened in her spacesuit. The seam expanded downwards between her breasts, down her stomach and down to the pink bush of her pubic hair. Vaquel grabbed both sides of the suit and pulled it open to reveal her large brown breast in all their abundant glory.
“Exemplarily,” Deoffa said. The Inspector-Regulator grabbed each of Vaquel’s breasts with her tiny hands. Her orange fingers sank into the brown softness of her mounds. The small woman pushed her hands into the giving flesh.
Vaquel bent forward so that her tits were closer to the shorter woman. “No matter what species I encounter, they all seem to like my tits.”
Deloffa ignored her and bit into one of Vaquel’s tits. Vaquel winced as the woman’s sharp teeth clamped on her sensitive flesh. After a few seconds, Deoffa released her bite and turned her head to bite another inch of breast flesh. Slowly in this manner did she taste Vaquel’s tits.
The explorer needed to stall for time so she took the biting with all the dignity she could muster. The sharpness of the teeth frightened Vaquel but no blood was ever drawn. Every bite mark however did leave bruises on Vaquel’s sensitive tits. The bites also sent a small shiver of desire down to Vaquel’s cunt. The teeth scared her but they were also turning her on.
After an eternity of biting, Deoffa finally released Vaquel’s tits. Vaquel stood up and massaged her injured breasts. She watched as the small woman shed her clothes with a speed that only a bureaucrat taking a bribe could do.
Physically, Deoffa was very similar to Vaquel in body parts. She had two breasts and a bare slit that looked like a cunt. Her body was rounder though with skin that looked plush with her orange skin color.
Vaquel reached for Deoffa’s sex and Deoffa slapped her hand away. “Lie down,” Deoffa commanded.
Well, Vaquel was here to barter her sex for minerals. Vaquel got down on the floor of her ship and lay on her back. She watched as Deoffa walked around to Vaquel’s head and then stand over her face. Facing Vaquel’s tits, Deoffa lowered her crotch down to Vaquel’s mouth.
Vaquel took a careful lick of what appeared to be Deoffa’s sex. It tasted sweet. She took another lick and went deeper into Deoffa. The texture inside seemed to lick back. Vaquel pulled her tongue back in surprise but then went back in. Her tongue was met with multiple tiny tongues.
“Deeper,” Deoffa moaned. “Prove your estimated value!”
Vaquel licked deeper. She felt Deoffa’s thighs tighten around Vaquel’s face. She licked the strange responding cunt and felt her tongue being licked in return.
The juices from Deoffa’s cunt were amazing. Vaquel had to keep swallowing to take it all. Near the lips, the juices were sweet but deeper in Deoffa’s cunt, the juices were tangier. Vaquel alternated between shallow and deep licks to taste it all.
Meanwhile, Deoffa was slowly relaxing onto Vaquel’s. Deoffa’s heavy body crushed Vaquel’s poor bruised breasts. Vaquel was impressed by the softness of Deoffa’s body. The woman was like a warm pillow pressing against Vaquel’s. She felt the jewelry in Deoffa’s hair scratch her thighs as the Inspector-Regulator put her own mouth closer to Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel opened her thighs in eagerness. Despite the difference in height, their torsos were made for each other.
Vaquel shuddered as Deoffa licked her cunt. The alien had a much longer tongue and it flicked deep inside Vaquel. The contractions of Vaquel’s cunt surprised Deoffa but Vaquel was relieved to feel Deoffa keep licking.
The two women ate each other. Vaquel licked the strange cunt with micro tongues. Deoffa licked the strange cunt that kept clenching at her. The two women moaned at the mutual pleasure they gave each other.
Vaquel felt Deoffa’s mouth move away. Vaquel moaned in frustration but she kept licking. After all, Vaquel was the one selling her mouth for ship parts. The explorer kept licking at the alien’s strange cunt. Her own cunt humped the air in frustration.
Deoffa must have pitied her because Vaquel felt Deoffa’s fingers push inside Vaquel’s cunt. Four of Deoffa’s tiny fingers stroked Vaquel’s greedy sex. The alien curled her fingers into a small fist and Vaquel gasped in pleasure.
Vaquel licked. It was hard to lick with any sort of skill while being fisted but Vaquel kept at it. She had to keep the Inspector-Regulator distracted and by the Queen, Vaquel was going to do it. Vaquel tried to ignore the fist that was pumping in and out of her stretched sex. Vaquel ignored how the alien’s body was crushing her poor tender breasts. Vaquel kept licking and licking and licking.
Deoffa’s cunt froze for a second and then a gush of liquid filled Vaquel’s mouth. Vaquel choked as an immense amount of sweet liquid was shot down her throat. Deoffa’s thighs clenched around Vaquel’s face and there was no escape. A near endless amount of the alien’s sex juices filled Vaquel’s mouth.
Vaquel climaxed. The strangeness of it all got her off. Her cunt clenched tightly around the alien fist inside her and rode out the orgasm.
Finally, Deoffa’s thighs released Vaquel’s face. The short woman climbed off of Vaquel’s body and stood up. Vaquel rose to a sitting position and coughed until her lungs were clear. That was the closest she had ever come to drowning.
“You have paid in full,” Deoffa said. Vaquel noticed that the alien’s hair was still immaculate and appeared untouched.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Always glad to do business with a new species.”
“Inform your government that they may send formal representatives when they are ready for trade,” Deoffa said. She picked up her clothes and left through the airlock without another word.
Vaquel smiled. The scanners had more than enough information about the technology of the Omigons. It would be up to the Queen to decide how to treat them. She might order a trade delegation or she might order an invasion fleet.
Either way, Vaquel was pretty sure that oral sex would be involved.
The Deep Space Probe ship is still damaged from the encounter with the Space Vagina but I have repaired the ship’s weapons. I’m not stupid. I expect this species to be all gracious and welcoming and offer to finish repairs on my ship. I’ll tell them I am a trade ambassador and I am sure I will get the royal treatment. End Explorer’s Log
Explorer’s Personal Log: This is my first encounter with a species who is primarily economy driven. I am hoping that maybe they will give me lots of free stuff to establish relationships. I might even convince them to give me a sex slave or two for the long voyage.
Vaquel Di was impressed by the Omigon’s security. She was still a few thousand kilometers away from the solar system’s furthest planet when a large ship intercepted her. Good, she wouldn’t have to fuck around to get people’s attention.
She checked herself one more time before answering the communications panel. She was wearing a bright white suit today that covered her brown body from neck to toe. The suit clung to the curves of her heavy bursts, wide hips and full ass. She had trimmed her short pink hair to form perfect bangs above her eyes. Vaquel was ready to impress and be accepted by these new aliens.
Vaquel pressed the transmit button. “Greetings from the Euphorian system!” Vaquel said. “I am Vaquel Di, here to represent Queen Erishella and her glorious kingdom.”
The panel showed the image of an orange skinned female. She was a plump looking creature with long black hair pilled above her head. Gems and jewelry decorated her hair.
“You have entered a controlled financial star system,” the woman responded. “I am Inspector-Regulator Deoffa. Please state your intentions to profit here.”
Vaquel gave her best smile. “I am here to open trade negotiations between Queen Erishella and the Omigons.”
Deoffa looked bored. “We only accept trade negotiations with species that can provide a full audit of trade goods that they have available for business. The audit must include exact numbers of quantities involved, their physical dimensions and expected price.”
Vaquel’s smile faltered a little. “That seems a bit exacting. Surely since we are new to each other, a period of getting to know one another is in order?”
Deoffa played with a jeweled earring. “The Omigon Federation encounters sentient beings every day who claim to be trade ambassadors when they are really just opportunists and labor agitators. We have no need to entertain freeloaders and people who explore without projected profit margins. If you have no real business then this interview is concluded and you are instructed to leave Omigon space immediately.”
“Wait!” Vaquel said. “My ship’s hull is damaged and I could use some help finding the raw materials to repair it. What would you require for payment?”
Deoffa stopped playing with her jewelry. She looked at Vaquel and appraised her. “Stand by to be boarded for a credit assessment.”
The transmission ended and Vaquel smiled. She didn’t need the raw materials. The ship was designed to use just about any metal you could find on an asteroid. It would give her time for the long range scans of her ship to analyze the Omigon’s system, as well as scan the Inspector-Regulator’s ship. Every bit of data she could scrap together would be useful to the Euphorian invasion force.
Gravitational beams projected from the Inspector-Regulator’s ship and locked the Deep Space Probe in place. A flexible airlock tunnel then emerged and sealed over the door to the Probe. Vaquel wasn’t crazy about the ship being immobilized like this but one took chances when trying to spy on another race.
The door opened and Inspector-Regulator Deoffa appeared. The woman was short; she barely came up to Vaquel’s tits. What she lacked in height she made up with curves. Her entire body looked like it was ready to explode out of the rather drab grey uniform.
Deoffa looked up at Vaquel. She said nothing as she walked around Vaquel. Vaquel didn’t object as the woman took her time examining Vaquel. Every second that her scanners could work was precious.
“What materials are you looking for?” Deoffa said when she came back around to Vaquel’s front. The woman’s hair was taller than Vaquel.
Vaquel listed a few metals. Deoffa raised her hand and interrupted her.
“Those are easily obtainable for three hundred Omeks. What do you have to trade?”
“Well, I can give you charts of the planets I have visited already,” Vaquel said.
Deoffa shook her head. “We only accept surveys from certified explorers. What about your ship’s weapons?”
Vaquel laughed. “No way. I have a twenty year mission and I need all the firepower I can get.”
“Do you care any crystalline carbon products?” Deoffa asked.
“No,” Vaquel said.
“I see,” Deoffa replied. “Is your culture comfortable with sexual economic transactions?”
Vaquel thought about that. “You mean, sex for money? Shit, I am pretty sure Euphorians invented it. Our money is based on the oral standard.”
“That is good to hear,” the short woman said. “Your material assets are pathetic but your personal assets are worth investing. In exchange for sexual satisfaction, I could authorize the materials you need from my personal account.”
Vaquel looked at the shorter woman. She gets to complete her spying and get laid? This was the best mission yet!
“Are you sure your race and mine is sexually compatible?” Vaquel asked.
“You have a mouth, right?” Deoffa said.
Vaquel smiled. She was starting to like this race. “And who would be using my assets?”
“Myself, of course,” Deoffa said. “Disrobe immediately. Time is financial expenditure.”
Vaquel obeyed. She pressed a button at her collar and a seam opened in her spacesuit. The seam expanded downwards between her breasts, down her stomach and down to the pink bush of her pubic hair. Vaquel grabbed both sides of the suit and pulled it open to reveal her large brown breast in all their abundant glory.
“Exemplarily,” Deoffa said. The Inspector-Regulator grabbed each of Vaquel’s breasts with her tiny hands. Her orange fingers sank into the brown softness of her mounds. The small woman pushed her hands into the giving flesh.
Vaquel bent forward so that her tits were closer to the shorter woman. “No matter what species I encounter, they all seem to like my tits.”
Deloffa ignored her and bit into one of Vaquel’s tits. Vaquel winced as the woman’s sharp teeth clamped on her sensitive flesh. After a few seconds, Deoffa released her bite and turned her head to bite another inch of breast flesh. Slowly in this manner did she taste Vaquel’s tits.
The explorer needed to stall for time so she took the biting with all the dignity she could muster. The sharpness of the teeth frightened Vaquel but no blood was ever drawn. Every bite mark however did leave bruises on Vaquel’s sensitive tits. The bites also sent a small shiver of desire down to Vaquel’s cunt. The teeth scared her but they were also turning her on.
After an eternity of biting, Deoffa finally released Vaquel’s tits. Vaquel stood up and massaged her injured breasts. She watched as the small woman shed her clothes with a speed that only a bureaucrat taking a bribe could do.
Physically, Deoffa was very similar to Vaquel in body parts. She had two breasts and a bare slit that looked like a cunt. Her body was rounder though with skin that looked plush with her orange skin color.
Vaquel reached for Deoffa’s sex and Deoffa slapped her hand away. “Lie down,” Deoffa commanded.
Well, Vaquel was here to barter her sex for minerals. Vaquel got down on the floor of her ship and lay on her back. She watched as Deoffa walked around to Vaquel’s head and then stand over her face. Facing Vaquel’s tits, Deoffa lowered her crotch down to Vaquel’s mouth.
Vaquel took a careful lick of what appeared to be Deoffa’s sex. It tasted sweet. She took another lick and went deeper into Deoffa. The texture inside seemed to lick back. Vaquel pulled her tongue back in surprise but then went back in. Her tongue was met with multiple tiny tongues.
“Deeper,” Deoffa moaned. “Prove your estimated value!”
Vaquel licked deeper. She felt Deoffa’s thighs tighten around Vaquel’s face. She licked the strange responding cunt and felt her tongue being licked in return.
The juices from Deoffa’s cunt were amazing. Vaquel had to keep swallowing to take it all. Near the lips, the juices were sweet but deeper in Deoffa’s cunt, the juices were tangier. Vaquel alternated between shallow and deep licks to taste it all.
Meanwhile, Deoffa was slowly relaxing onto Vaquel’s. Deoffa’s heavy body crushed Vaquel’s poor bruised breasts. Vaquel was impressed by the softness of Deoffa’s body. The woman was like a warm pillow pressing against Vaquel’s. She felt the jewelry in Deoffa’s hair scratch her thighs as the Inspector-Regulator put her own mouth closer to Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel opened her thighs in eagerness. Despite the difference in height, their torsos were made for each other.
Vaquel shuddered as Deoffa licked her cunt. The alien had a much longer tongue and it flicked deep inside Vaquel. The contractions of Vaquel’s cunt surprised Deoffa but Vaquel was relieved to feel Deoffa keep licking.
The two women ate each other. Vaquel licked the strange cunt with micro tongues. Deoffa licked the strange cunt that kept clenching at her. The two women moaned at the mutual pleasure they gave each other.
Vaquel felt Deoffa’s mouth move away. Vaquel moaned in frustration but she kept licking. After all, Vaquel was the one selling her mouth for ship parts. The explorer kept licking at the alien’s strange cunt. Her own cunt humped the air in frustration.
Deoffa must have pitied her because Vaquel felt Deoffa’s fingers push inside Vaquel’s cunt. Four of Deoffa’s tiny fingers stroked Vaquel’s greedy sex. The alien curled her fingers into a small fist and Vaquel gasped in pleasure.
Vaquel licked. It was hard to lick with any sort of skill while being fisted but Vaquel kept at it. She had to keep the Inspector-Regulator distracted and by the Queen, Vaquel was going to do it. Vaquel tried to ignore the fist that was pumping in and out of her stretched sex. Vaquel ignored how the alien’s body was crushing her poor tender breasts. Vaquel kept licking and licking and licking.
Deoffa’s cunt froze for a second and then a gush of liquid filled Vaquel’s mouth. Vaquel choked as an immense amount of sweet liquid was shot down her throat. Deoffa’s thighs clenched around Vaquel’s face and there was no escape. A near endless amount of the alien’s sex juices filled Vaquel’s mouth.
Vaquel climaxed. The strangeness of it all got her off. Her cunt clenched tightly around the alien fist inside her and rode out the orgasm.
Finally, Deoffa’s thighs released Vaquel’s face. The short woman climbed off of Vaquel’s body and stood up. Vaquel rose to a sitting position and coughed until her lungs were clear. That was the closest she had ever come to drowning.
“You have paid in full,” Deoffa said. Vaquel noticed that the alien’s hair was still immaculate and appeared untouched.
“Good,” Vaquel said. “Always glad to do business with a new species.”
“Inform your government that they may send formal representatives when they are ready for trade,” Deoffa said. She picked up her clothes and left through the airlock without another word.
Vaquel smiled. The scanners had more than enough information about the technology of the Omigons. It would be up to the Queen to decide how to treat them. She might order a trade delegation or she might order an invasion fleet.
Either way, Vaquel was pretty sure that oral sex would be involved.
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