Memoirs of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry #2)
The second victim of the Kosmetics Killer.
The second victim of the Kosmetics Killer.
When Neha finds that she has to choose between spending two boring summer months alone and head for an educational trip with her prudish elder sister, she chooses the latter. After all, the same prude of a sister would also protect her,wouldn’t she ? Early into the journey however, Neha discovers that her sister is nowhere to be seen. At the same time, she seems to be developing feelings for a friend of her sister. Where will this attrraction lead her, and what dark truths would she learn ? Read on….
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As you may remember, I went on a bit of a bender after Rose’s death. It’s been five years, just over, since she disappeared. As I said, I’ve seen a few other women, with always the same outcome – I just couldn’t handle the closeness, the sense of loss for what I once had.
Well, not a lot has happened since I wrote the last story, about a year and a half ago. I’m still in my job – I managed not to get fired, just – and I’m still a regular at the bar. Got a couple of grey hairs now, though, but I’ve managed not to put on any pounds, thank God. Stayed off the rollies too, and feeling much better for it.
This takes place just a few months ago, on the five year anniversary of Rose’s vanishing.
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Right, where was I that night? Easy to answer – the bar. And tonight, I was going to get utterly, utterly hammered. As I discovered, five years doesn’t dull the pain nearly as much as it should.
I’d drunk til closing time, then given John – same old barman! – a few roubles on the side, and he’d returned with a bottle of Vodka. “On the breakages,” he muttered, and I nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the first time.
I sat outside on the step, in the shelter of the doorway to avoid the falling snow. Raising the bottle, toasting the flickering street-light a few yards away, I worked my way round the lump in my throat and whispered, “Here’s to you, Rose, wherever you are. Remember I love you.” And with that, I buried my head in my arms and started to cry.
The purring of an engine did little to rouse me from my stupor, until a voice broke the relative silence to say, “You all right, buddy?” There was the click of a door, and I raised my head to look up. A woman, dressed in cast-off mechanics’ overalls, was standing on the pavement, looking down at me. Hurriedly I wiped my face on my sleeve, stumbling to my feet. “Erh, yeah, I’m ok really. Just a little emotional,” I slurred, not looking at her.
There was no response. Still staring at the ground in shame, I shrugged and looked at my bottle. I was just about to ask her to leave, when she suddenly spoke.
“Pete… Peter?”
I spun round to look at her, neatly depositing myself at her feet as I did so, the slippery snow and the alcohol doing nothing for my composure. She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I looked at her, and saw in that worn face someone I knew, someone I loved. “Rose? Is… is that you?” She nodded, and her arms went out to me just as mine went out to her.
We stood, holding each other on the pavement, for long minutes. When she pulled back, she had tears on her cheeks. Without a word, she tugged me to her car, and drove in silence to my flat.
When we reached my flat I groped in my pockets for my key, finally extracting it and sheepishly proffering it to Rose, explaining, “I really doubt I could open this lock anytime soon!” She looked at me for a second, then took the key and opened the door, pulling me through and locking it behind her. I extricated myself from her grasp and stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door and then throwing up, hard, into the toilet. Pulling myself up and staring into the grimy mirror, I shook my head at the state I was in, and splashed some icy water on my face.
Still gasping from the shock of the cold water, I left the bathroom, walking discernibly straighter than before, and found Rose had put some coffee on to boil. I stood beside her at the kitchen counter and took her in my arms. Burying my head in her hair, I took in her scent, remembering it like she’d left only yesterday.
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Over coffee she told me what happened.
“The day I was due to meet you, I got car-jacked, around three hundred miles outside Moscow. It was a young man and his girlfriend. He kept his car, and gave mine to her. I heard later she died in it, but I don’t know anything about that. The guy – he called himself Vladimir – forced me into his car. Turns out that there’s a large Clan – maybe two hundred riders – who’ve taken up residence in what was once a peasant village, that was abandoned and forgotten in the Stalin purges. I don’t think it even has a name. They called it the Enclave.
“Vlad was surprisingly protective of me. The rapes I’d heard of never happened, though there were some close moments. He was pretty good to me, all in all.
“Turned out, though, that I knew just as much about cars as their best guys did, so I got drafted into the mechanics side of their clan. I spent three years working, doing that. Then, one day, a seriously beat up car was recovered by a clan member who subsequently flaked out and shot himself. No-one wanted the car, so I took it.
“It took me a year to do it up, starting from scratch, using parts from other totalled cars. And then, some guy, who didn’t like the fact Vlad wouldn’t let him get his leg over, nicked the fucking thing, and set it alight. A year’s work, lost like that. Vlad killed him for that, though. Sometimes I wonder if he fell in love with me.
“Still, it doesn’t matter. There I was, carless again. For the next ten months, I worked harder than ever, and managed to fix up another wreck. A shite car, but it had wheels.
“And then one night, I just upped and left. It took me a week to find out where I was. Since then, I’ve been on my way to Moscow – got a new car on the way – though it’s not much of an improvement. I’ve been searching for you for three weeks now. When I saw you at the bar tonight, I didn’t honestly think it could possibly be you. But… well, here we are.”
I sat in silence for a while, staring at her shoes. Then, lifting my head, I met her eyes. “I read about Vlad’s girl’s death in the paper – I thought it was you, in fact. Since you left, I’ve not done much with my life. Still the same old job, you know how it is. Met a few women, but… I just couldn’t relate to them. It’s good to see you, Rose.”
She nodded, setting down her coffee cup and taking mine from my hands. The coffee was cold now, anyway. “Well, it’s damn good to see you, Peter. But right now, I’d like to go to bed. I’ve not slept since yesterday night.”
I just nodded and led her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as she undressed and slid between the sheets. I disrobed and climbed in beside her, pulling her soft form to me. She rested her head on my chest, and, the room still trying to spin around me, I fell into sleep.
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When I woke up, the bed was empty. I rolled over and touched the spot where she’d been lying, and found that it was still warm. Sitting up, I cursed long and loud as my hangover kicked in, my head pounding like a jackhammer, right between my temples. The curtains had been drawn, revealing a grey and cloudy day. For a moment I lay in bed, my forearm over my eyes, and thought about last night, running into Rose after all those years.
The bedroom door clicked and swung open as Rose pushed it open with her foot, bearing a tray with a coffee pot and two mugs. She chuckled at me as I cringed as she flicked the lightswitch with her elbow, and I winced as she slammed the door with her foot. “Hungover much, then?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow. I could only nod.
She set the tray down on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. It finally dawned on me that she was dressed, and dressed in clothes she wasn’t wearing yesterday. Black T-shirt, black jeans, and faded motorcycle boots. “Did you go out?” I enquired, sitting up and pouring myself a mug of coffee. It steamed in the cold of my bedroom – the damn boiler was broken again, and I’d not got around to getting it fixed.
“Yeah,” she said. “You were spark out, so I thought I’d head off to – to where I’ve left the car, and get some things. I figured you wouldn’t wake up.” I nodded wryly, and drank great gulps of the coffee. “What time is it?” I asked. She checked her watch and told me it was just after nine. I cursed again, and struggled out of bed – spilling my bloody coffee on the way, too. “Shit, I’m late for fucking work. The boss’ll kill me!” She laughed at me, shaking her head, and pointed out that it was a Saturday. I looked at her, shaking my head at my own stupidity, and started to laugh. She laughed with me, and, as the laughter faded out, we sat there and looked at each other.
I studied her face. She was older than when I met her first, that was plain to see. Lines that hadn’t been there before were now etched, like great sorrows, into her face. Years of working in the wastelands of Russia, repairing cars, had ground in fine lines of oil that showed up like deep shadows on her face. She seemed almost hardened. But when she smiled, the years fell off, and it was like she was in that bar again, asking me for a seat.
That day was a little surreal. I go dressed and we went out. We walked for an hour or so, deep into the Moscow backstreets, down alleys that I didn’t even know existed. Finally, we came to a parking lot. There, at the end, was her car. It was nothing like the gleaming, sensual piece of engineering that she’d had when I met her. This, too, was black, but it was battered. Dents had been sprung out, but you could still see where they’d been. The wheel arches were muddy and smeared with dirty snow, and the windscreens were grey/brown sheets, punctuated with the clear glass where the wipers had done their work. It looked like a workhorse, rough but effective.
“Yeah, it does the fucking job, at least,” she quipped as she saw me study it. “We’ll take it back to yours – it’ll be a little safer than leaving it here, at least. Hop in.”
I got in, and she pulled off with the slightest of screeches. Cutting down a couple of overgrown alleys, she pulled out onto the main road to my flat, deftly inserting herself between two taxis that seemed, to me, to be almost nose to bumper. Nonetheless, she found the space somehow.
Pulling up by my flat, she pulled a dufflebag out of the boot, hefting it over her shoulder. We climbed the stairs to my apartment, let ourselves in, and she made lunch while I took a much needed shower. As I returned to the kitchen, she was rummaging through the dufflebag. I had a quick look in over her shoulder, and noticed the flash of banknotes. “Got some cash there, then? It’s ok, you don’t need to pay rent!” I quipped. “It’s not rent money – it’s all my money. Just before I found you I was planning on going South again, so I withdrew all my savings. 35 million roubles here.”
My eyebrows rose in shock as I calculated. “That’s nearly 3/4 of a million! Where the hell did you get that?!” She merely raised an eyebrow and bit into her sandwich. I sensed the discussion was closed.
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Life slipped into an easy rhythm in the next few days. I got up for work each day, she made me coffee. We left at the same time, she’d drop me off at work, and then drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return until late, 10 or 11 at night. She seldom spoke, and I seldom broke the silence. It wasn’t an uneasy one, mind. There just wasn’t much that either of us had to say. She was solitary, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Party either, so it suited us.
Often she’d come in late, and, without a word, crouch in front of me as I sat on the sofa and kiss me passionately, before pulling me into the bedroom. She’d climb on me and ride me without a sound, barely a shadow in the dark, collapsing on my chest as she came, before pulling me on top of her, clutching my shoulders as I emptied myself into her.
Sometimes she wept afterwards, silently, but I felt her tears on my shoulder. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me.
Months passed. Rose got a new car, gleaming and black, just like the old one. She spent many hours underneath it and inside the bonnet, tweaking it just right.
My parents died. They were rich, and, though I’d not spoken to them in years, they left me all their assets. I was their only son. Suddenly I was rich, and I didn’t know what to do with the money. I spoke to Rose about it, and she told me that I should do what my heart wanted. And with those words I did know what I wanted. As we sat in the kitchen on Saturday morning, naked, I said to her, “I want to do what you do. Between us, we have the money to never have to work again. We can be nomadic, like you used to be.”
She looked at me, hard. “This isn’t a decision you make on a whim, Peter. There’s no romance in this life. You have to love it to stick with it. It’s hard. It’s alienating. Still… it’d be great to have you with me.” And with that, she broke out into a smile. “C’mon, if you’re serious, let’s go. We’ll pick you up a car on the way. And, for God’s sake, some proper clothes!”
I grinned, like a little boy. For the first time, I felt free. We dressed quickly, me in jeans, jumper and desert boots, her in the black top, jeans and boots that I associated with her and Riding. She packed her dufflebag with the efficiency of someone who’s done it many times. “Take what you must, if anything. You don’t need clothes. But grab a bag for your cash – there’s no ATMs where we’re going.” I could only nod, hoping to hell that I was still in control.
We got into her car and roared off. I felt exhilarated and breathless. Stopping at my bank, I went inside with my dufflebag and requested the attention of the manager. I explained to him that I wished to withdraw all the money in my current and saving accounts and close them both. He seemed a little surprised, but complied without much persuasion. 117 million roubles, it came to, all told. 2.4 million, in Sterling. Like I said, my folks were rich.
Back in Rose’s car, we took off towards a car dealer. With money to spend, I could barely contain myself from buying the fastest thing they had, but Rose cautioned me. “You’ve got to eat, sleep in this thing. You’ve got to be able to drive for 30 hours without getting cramps. Don’t be a fool.” Taking her advice, I prowled around the cars in the lot, looking for the one. And, near the back, I found it. Midnight blue, a long swept bonnet and tapering tail, the engine roared like a velvet lion. The instant I slid into the seat, I knew for sure. It seemed to mould itself around me, like it had been built for me.
I bought it. The next few hours passed in something of a blur, as Rose played with the engine, making a few critical noises – but as many pleased ones, as well – installed some radio gear in the cars that I was certain I’d never figure out how to use, before stepping out, leaving the door wide open, with the words, “Enjoy. She should serve you well.” I slid in and gunned the engine, slipping out the dealership on Rose’s tail. Stopping only to pick up provisions for my car, along with maps, and a handgun and knife for my protection – even I knew that bears weren’t the worst things out there.
We stopped at the first motel on the East highway out of Moscow, and killed time until evening, playing pool – badly – and musing in silence over a pint or two. At last night began to fall. Rose got out the maps, and pointed to Tomsk. “That’s where we’re going this time. I’ve an – an old friend over there, who I’ve not seen in a little too long. It’s over 2000 miles, so we’re better get started. All being well, it’ll take us about 2, maybe 3 nights driving.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, she got into her car.
I shook myself out of my slight daze and followed suit. She gunned her car down the highway, and I followed, leaning back in the seat as my speed reached 100mph. I had a slight nagging disquiet in my mind – her tone of voice when she mentioned her friend had unsettled me. Shrugging it off, I got comfortable for the long drive to Tomsk.
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This the beginning of how a young college boy home for the summer discovered strange delights with his younger brother.
The car was hot with energetic bodies, the young stud’s mouth devouring Miss Crome’s ruby red lips. His hands caressed her half dressed body, loose teachers blouse, grey short skirt and high black heels. Her sculpted hair, cut into a 30’s bob was as black and shinny as her stilettos. Her sucked in cheek, fashion model face stared lustfully into the jocks excited eyes. His hands stroked her butt then the length of her thigh. Her hand in turn clawed his back under his shirt, the other hand unbuckling his belt.
“Oh god, it’s going to happen!” He thought to himself with growing disbelief.
It had all paid off; his embarrassing flirting, his longing looks, then that stolen peck on the cheek. He’d stuck his neck out, but had come through. Now he was reaping the spoils of the victor. She’d told him not to worry about a thing, just follow her lead. And boy she was really leading.
“Mmmm, uh, yes that’s it uuh, lets get those pants off you honey.” She cooed.
Miss C flicked his belt buckle loose. A move she’d perfected through many encounters in the back seat of a car. As her hand groped inside his fly tugging his hardening cock out, she gave a practiced yelp of delight guaranteed to send the hormones pulsing in any young man who heard it.
“Oooohhh you are a big boy aren’t you.” She teased coyly; her dark eyes like oily pools; bottomless devoid of true feeling. Her nails traced up to his cock’s tender tip the jock continuing to kiss and slobber over her mouth and neck.
She’d removed her knickers long before getting in the car; another trick learnt from experience. And the boys hand surprisingly felt her bare ass, the grey skirt riding up to show a dark triangle of pussy.
She pushed him back away from her as she jerked his cock. Admiring his firm length, then his strong physique up to his face, she winked and smiled her brilliant white teeth sparkling in the dark cab.
Miss Crome was tall and very slim. Too slim for her own liking, she didn’t rate her own small breasts and bony butt. However she made fantastic use of her long shapely legs, jet black vamp hair and her mesmerizing mouth and eyes. Her preference for bending over at the waist to pick low objects while pushing her butt out legs straining, was almost legendary at college among male students and teachers alike. So was her dominatrix manner, even the most self assured buck going weak at her critical tone.
She also knew from experience this young man wouldn’t be up for much foreplay, his body already easing in between her legs eager to bury himself.
She slid down the seat, her crotch rising, her hand guiding him.
“Slowly,” she coached, her fingers gripping his ass tightly. “That’s it slowly uhh, ooh, ahhhhhhhh mmmmnnnnnnn!”
He felt his shaft pushing at her body as she guided. Then out of nowhere the flesh gave way his cock finding a moist hot hole that sucked him inside.
“Urrrrrrrrrr Miss, oohh fuck yeah uuhhhhh!”
He whimpered as her legs gripped his back, pulling him deeper into her. The young man poked his cock as far as he could go them began to withdraw.
“Uggg, uhh, uh, uh, uh, uuhhhh!”
He began to pump at the first opportunity, her pelvis rising up with each thrust to meet him, her eyes wide with delight, yet another virgin scalp for her.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! That’s it honey, that’s it, uhh, ahhh!”
The car was rocking, Miss C moaning more for affect than ecstatic delight, encouraging the inexperienced teen mounting her. His was banging with all the energy you would expect of a college kid, more animal frenzy than refined technique. Her heels kicked the windows then the roof as he pounded down into her; and neither heard the latch click or the front passenger door slowly open a few inches at a time.
Back at base camp the Major gave a satisfied grunt. “About time! God dammit!”
Another convoy of trucks and Humvee’s approached him, the troops inside dismounting as orders were barked. The men all in full battle dress and face camouflage unloaded their kit; each one stopping for a moment to glance at the shimmering shield. Then every man doubled his efforts, realizing this late night mission would be no practice drill. The troops from A company site sentry battalion adjusted their night vision mounted M16 weapons; the scopes turning the night green revealing its secrets.
The Site sentry battalion was tasked with the protection of restricted government buildings and research facilities. Their motto was ‘See no evil here no evil.’ As much a description of their ignorance of the contents of the top secret sites they guarded as it was of their willingness to use deadly force to stop others seeing inside. Their commanding officer approached to receive his orders. He had been responsible for the security at the Major’s Labs and was annoyed that his men had been rallied so late.
“Sir I should have been informed earlier, this situation could compromise the facilities we have just come from.” His men were already taking up defensive positions along side the existing squad and the Major didn’t respond to his complaint; instead he just took the man’s rifle from his hands.
He raised the telescopic sight pointing it into the shield.
“Hmmm got them.” He mumbled, cigar still in his mouth.
The alien fog had been penetrated and he saw the glow of the warm disc many insect bodies around it, the house cold and black beneath it. Nearing the scene was the unmistakable shape of two human figures their size bulky in heavy protective clothing. It was Capt Fin and her aid. Behind the saucer another dark object appeared to be under construction. Its shape looked to him like a leaning tower slowly tapering to a 3 foot tip. Then it reminded him of something far more in his field. He turned back to the green and black faced painted officer the situation suddenly just getting much more threatening.
“Find me a way in son.”
The officer briskly saluted; recon was what his men did best.
It was Miss Crome who felt the cold metal tip first. The jock had her almost flat on her back her knees pressed down on her chest, high heels making a mess off the car ceiling. In this crushed position her vaginal canal was shortened and the lads thrusting cock was nudging angrily against her cervix. Her clit was hardening as she felt his fat waist stretch her thighs painfully wide.
“Oh, oh, ooh yesss ugghh ah, ah, ah, ah.” His efforts were having effect. Anymore of this and she’d definitely come.
She gave a yelp her voice hoarse her eyes surprised. Something was pushing into her up turned ass. Had the teen a dildo? If so this was really starting to get interesting. The intruding thing suddenly twisted and she felt her anus busted painfully, her rear shaft filling rapidly. She convulsed in horror.
The boy gave a triumphant grunt as her hands clawed his shoulders. Her face was contorted a howling groan filling the interior. He gripped her harder as he fucked; he was better at this than he ever imagined!
Then he too gave a shriek as a metal tentacle tip buried 4 inches up his own sweaty rectum; his pinned lovers butt probe already beginning to buzz.
Captain Fin and Jackie felt hot and cramped in their suits, the small window for vision making them feel terribly claustrophobic. Ahead towering above them was the underside of the saucer. They looked for signs of propulsion as they neared, but it was perfectly smooth even the crash didn’t seem to have made any scars or pits in its shell.
Jackie fell behind as Fin neared the hatch. Bugs were everywhere though none seemed to notice her as they scurried back and forth. She’d noticed the large tower shape on the other side of the ship standing in the farm yard and she made a decision to quickly have a look. Fin and the other bug didn’t see her edge back until in a flash she was out of their sight tracing the edge of the ship with her hand, peering into the courtyard. She clicked her com.
“Captain, keep them busy I’ve taken a detour!”
Fin spun around then back to look at the leading bug. It hadn’t noticed. She gave a quick confirm message back and continued to follow up to the ships entry hatch, hoping the escort wouldn’t turn around.
In the courtyard more bugs worked oblivious to the young Jackie near by. The tower was about twenty five feet high. A lattice work of metal, it had a long cylinder raised through the middle. The base had what appeared to be stabilizers the whole erection been some way off vertical, pointing to the sky. Jackie didn’t need to have spent a life time in military to realize what this was. It was some kind of huge artillery piece.
What had just been a secret lustful encounter had turned into panic and horror. The jock couldn’t pull out of his sexy teacher, the probe already far too deep, threatening to drive into his gut if he pushed back. The tip was vibrating the sensation rattling his pelvic bone his balls juddering like he had electrodes attached to them. Miss C was still clawing hold of him, her face pressed onto his chest as she gripped him tight in terror. Her shitter was full of sickeningly deep vibrating metal tip, her experienced pussy still full of cock.
“Awwwwwww help ooh god what arrrrrrrrrrrr!” She screamed.
The lad was also crying out, his ass burning with the alien phallus. The tip seemed to be searching inside his body to put pressure deep near his cock base.
“Ooohh what uhh argg, argg aeeeeieeeeeeee!!”
He felt his balls tighten his cock ejaculating into her. Miss C sensed the hot spurts but could only scream as her butt probe began to stab up and down her shaft like she was been fisted by a whole arm.
“Aggg, awwwwwww shit, shit shitttttttttttt! Awwwwwwww Ugh, ugh Uggghhhhh!
She struggled to breath, the young man almost collapsing on her. His eruption almost over he too also screamed, and she realized it was also buggering him hard. The probe was making his emptying cock vibrate against her fleshy walls and Miss C’s pussy muscles gripped him tight as she came herself with a deafening primeval scream.
“Ooh aaarrg, argghh. Aeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeee gghhhhhhhhhh! Ug, ug, uggggg!”
The tentacles now writhed more, lifting him from her soaking twat, the man trying to grip the interior as his face pushed against the roof. The anal intruder was stuck up him pulling him out of the door onto the earth. The sexy teacher, still moaning was also been removed and as if she was some kind of glove puppet on a pole; lifted out into the night air.
Her face was drawn her eyes rolling and he knew she was mercifully unconscious. He gave a thankful groan as the tentacle removed itself from his burning anus. He only had a second to decide if to make a run for it before a web of hot sticky steel strength thread began to enshroud him and his leggy date.
Fin, once inside the ship felt very alone. The bug didn’t seem to care it had lost one of its guests. She also had no way to communicate with it unless it chose to; which it frustratingly didn’t appear to want to do. The corridors and the sub structure of the craft didn’t appear to be very complex. This thing seemed to be able to contain maybe a hundred bugs but where were the engines, the fuel, and the avionic stored? The craft appeared more of a container than a space ship, and she sensed she was nearing the middle, probably the flight deck.
As she entered the domed room, she gave a nervous gulp. Ahead on what must have been the command chair was a much larger alien. Its segmented body was attached by pipes to consoles, its many tentacles and arms animated like it was performing a dance. Knelt beside it arms behind her back was a beautiful naked woman. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her large tits. Her skin was goose pimpled in the chilled room, her luscious plump butt and hour glass waist making almost a caricature of female loveliness. Sheriff Vale as Fin correctly assumed was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. It was also instantly clear that the captive stunner was breathing the atmosphere without any problem. Fin didn’t know how or if she should react and was relieved when this apparent queen alien spoke in her head.
“Welcome Captain Finzzz. I’m sure you have many question you would like answeringzzz”
Fins mind was filled to the brim with questions and the queen provided almost instant answers. The psychic link was an overwhelming flood of images and data. It was like trying to drink through a fire hose; too much too quickly.
The creature in front of her claimed to be their leader, their mother, pilot and queen all in one. They were a nomad race whose crafts, themselves bio metallic creatures, were powered by the bug races considerable mental powers. The ship around them was part of a much bigger living craft still in orbit. Their landing was not how they had anticipated, the mental powers of the queen and her crew almost at exhaustion.
Fin tried to speak but the bug answered before she could open her mouth.
“Yes is it safe to remove your protective clotheszzz. We have been a vagrant race for countless centuries and therefore take our protectionzzz very seriously. We have learnt to defendzzz and dissuadezzz intrusion more than be confrontational.”
The captain removed her heavy hood her face sweaty, black hair matted to her face.
Sheriff Vale called to Fin, arms still pinned. “Who the fuck are you? And what the hell’s going on?”
The creature spoke to both of them.
“We require your assistance for which we will gladly repay with technological informationzzz.”
Fins eyes lit up. This is what she’d worked for all her career a chance to make history. Candy shook her head
“Its bullshit they’ve done obscene things to a farm hand and God knows what they’ve doing to poor Daisy Cummings.”
The Queen continued. “This womanzzz is only restrained for her own good. Clothes are an irrelevance to us and we did not mean any offence by stripping her. It was necessary for our researchzzz.”
Candy shook her head again cussing the huge insectoid.
“Be quiet!” Fin snapped impatient at the sheriff’s lack of vision. “This is now under military jurisdiction. I’m in authority to make negotiations.”
Candy let of a volley of expletives in disgusts. “What the fuck was this woman thinking of?”
The bug finished it request.” We believe your racezzz has the mental capacity to recharge our ships batteries. The strength of energy wave you produce when in sexual arousal could be enough to power our machineszzz. Without your help we are marooned here.”
Fin felt the pride rising. This was bigger than some farm teens and hick sheriff. She was making decisions for all of humanity. The sheriff looked with growing dismay at the science officer in front of her. Once again she disagreed; this time with her own menacing hiss.
“No fucking way soldier girl. I’m not getting hot for any fucking alien to plug me into his ship.
Fin was approaching the Queen almost dismissing the woman. “You’re a government employee; you’ll do what is required by your country.” The bug raised itself to its full 12 feet height in delight.
“Excellent, I knew we could come to an agreement. I hope we can use your expertisezzzz.”
Fin nodded, “off course I’ve spent many years of research in to…” The queen stopped her. “No thatzz is not required, it izzzz your expertise at been a woman that interests us.”
Outside, a quarter of a mile away six camouflage webbed figures were following the contours of the corn fields. The men, in pairs, were advancing along the rim of the shield stopping then covering the next two as they leapfrogged along the perimeter. They scanned the ground hoping to detect a half covered drain or gulley through which they could enter the shield.
The sergeant above all was concentrating on well drilled routines. Observe, cover, advance, and observe over and over, on and on. He could see through his night sight the ship and house, and he wondered if the sexy young redhead scientist he had recently started dating was safe or desperately in need of his help.
Jackie felt very exposed standing in the courtyard. “Why would they need some sort of cannon?”
She repeated the question over and over in her head. Her com line hissed and she realized her link with her captain must have been blocked by the silver craft. She began to turn and move back when she saw the mass of bugs flowing from the ship. Over twenty of them moved inexorably towards her. Their tentacles waved clawed hands raised, teeth chattering menacingly.
“Oh shit!” She squealed as they flooded over her, the tide of shells sweeping her along like a fast flowing river into the large barn that Sheriff Candy had looked in earlier.
Miss Crome was beginning to come around.
“Had it been a dream?” She thought as she tried to move.
She saw black, her body rigid. She went to scream realizing her face was covered, but she couldn’t open her mouth. She knew she was laid flat traveling at speed, but how and where she didn’t know?
The 3 foot wide bug tunnel echoed for miles as a scurrying noise increased ever so slowly like a closing train. The walls were glass smooth and the human cocoons slid easily along, a bug pulling from the front another pushing from the rear. The creatures hadn’t had time to widen the route and made a mental note that one way traffic was only possible. All their forces must be at the target before the harvesting could start.
Fin frowned in frustration. “Why was she making it so difficult?” Officer Vale was kicking and shouting her long toned legs slipping on the metal floor. Four bugs were wrestling with her, pinning her onto a metal dentist type chair. The Captain felt uneasy, the queen instantly reassuring her.
“She won’t be hurt. Please get her to relaxzzz.”
But Fin couldn’t. Candy was pushed back onto the reclined seat a metal strap wrapping across her shoulders and neck holding her in place. The bugs spread her legs placing her fine calves in metal clamped stirrups at an exposed, embarrassing 45 degree angle. Fin gulped seeing the woman spread eagle her bare slit visible, flat stomach tensed, huge tits like two cathedral domes pointing skyward. Candy’s hands were loose but unable to unfasten the metal strap her nails tapping on the metal frame of the chair.
Below the secured beauty, between her strong thighs was a machine. It was a pyramid of pipes, tubes and canisters. Both Fin and the desperate Candy saw the segmented conical appendage at its tip. Like a cone it was 6 inches wide tapering over its ten inch length to about an inch at its glowing tip. The thing wriggled like a maggot the slimy segmented metal adding to the likeness, the tip humming as it pulsed with blue light.
The Queen impassively scanned the pair. Both women knew what was about to happen. Candy filled with revulsion, terror and a slight sexual perverse horror. Fin worried, but in control, eager for knowledge, putting misgivings to the back of her head. And wait something else; a slowly unearthing delight. Feelings she was trying to subdue as she watched the spread blonde about to be penetrated.
The first house on Love Creek’s main street was the Sweetheart’s residence. Their two storey wood building was painted red with matching shed and picket fence. The rear garden lawn bubbled for a second the land disappearing down a man wide pit the grass singeing at the rim. Two tentacle visitors snaked up and out towards the wall, one knocking a trash bin, dog barking a few fences down.
In the hole an antennae searched then paused, the black shell of its owner rising up its four legs pulling it out onto the lawn. The town was blissfully unaware that it’s first ever visitor from out of space had arrived.
The sergeant gave a hand signal to freeze. Ahead where the fields changed height there was an old broken wire meshed fence. The post holding it was snapped, but still half vertical the mesh keeping it in place. The alien shield passed straight through at this point and the bent wire glowed and sparked. The recon team edged closer. Private Goater was closest, half lying on his belly he reached out with his gloved hand.
“I think this wire is acting like some kind of conductor Sarge.”
The soldier pushed his rifle under the sparks and apparently under the shield. The Sergeant came closer to inspect. It was definitely a way through. Radio contact was prohibited in case it was been monitored, but the wire was very unstable no time to waste.
“Tomesson, Goater, Pacsal through now, move!”
The soldiers slid carefully under, the wood creaked, the wire coming dangerously close. The Sarge then followed next watching his equipment didn’t snag. As he went the next man came closer and his rifle touched the fence. There was a hiss and sparks the man slipping the fence coming down. The Sarge reached back desperate for the man’s pack, he in turn reacted with trained speed flinging it through the collapsing entrance. Four men were through but two of them remained on the other side. No sound was able to pass the shield and the soldiers signaled they would return to camp while the entry team headed for the ship.
The Sarge nodded and sighing with relief he picked up the precious pack, taping the C4 explosive to his thigh.
Candy could see down over her magnificent breasts to her spread pelvis. The metal maggot cone was curling and sniffing her bare slit. As its throbbing beacon touched her flesh she felt it trail a thick slime in its wake.
Fin was now out of her NBC suit dress in shorts and t-shirt. She came closer her mouth quivering a little.
“It’s important you have an orgasm. Please don’t resist.”
Candy snarled back spitting in her direction. “Fuck you bitch.”
The captain sighed and nodded to the bug with black delight. “Yes I think I may be needed to assist.”
Jackie was in panic, her suit! The creatures were ripping it from her! She cried out begging them to stop the cold nigh air filling her nostrils. She would choke! But to her relief it tasted fresh, pleasant compared to the filtered muck she had breathed for the last hour. There was no time to assess the situation the scurrying mob of insects dumping her in the middle of the hay strewn floor, a scene conjured from Dante around her.
“Oh my God!” She gasped red hair ringlets framing her freckled pale face.
The repulsive cone was gut churning in its dedication. The slime tip widening Officer Vale’s pussy lips, the thing twisting into her slowly.
“Ugggggghh uuhhhhhhh!”
The blue tip sent shivers along her wall nerves, Candy pelvis already tightening. She felt she was been explored by some maniac gynecologist the probe pressing searching for her g spot the metal warm and slippery.
“Ugghhhhhhh fuck, awwwwwww!”
The thing was three inches in and already she was beginning to groan. Fin was wide eyed; amazed at the technology and the debauchery by the same degree. She ran her finger along the robot maggot’s length to the point where it met the woman’s hole.
“Get the fuck uuuuuuuu off me you witch.” Candy snarled her back arching as the tip pulsed deeper and deeper.
Fins fingers spread the captive woman’s clitoral hood circling the bud. “She can be stimulated here as well.” She instructed the bugs, her finger tip pressing in a slow firm circular motion flattening and flicking Candy’s clit.
“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhh!” Candy groaned her face flush, massacred eyes ablaze.
The slopping noise of her own juices began to be heard, the machine thing now six ecstatic inches in.
“Ooh fuuuuuuck ugghh n nooo awwwwwwww!”
The woman s body was burning the extra clit pressure making her see spots. Fin pointed to Candy’s pink nipples; erect and wanton.
“Applied pressure there will also help.”
Candy gasped between pants as bug tentacle tongues snaked across her waist cupping her tits the strong muscled mouths clamping down on a teat each.
“Ooooh shit ugghh agghhhhhhhhhhh!”
She felt the conical tip now humming against her upper wall. The knot of nerve ending there fizzing with passion. It twisted again eight inches inside her, pussy lips now accommodating a 4 inch girth. She could see the blue glow through her flesh the thing horrifically deep. Fin was still pressing hard on her clit stroking the insides of her legs.
Fin felt a repressed urge grow stronger and stronger. Her embarrassment seemed so much less in this strange bizarre situation. “Do it!” She thought to herself, “In the name of science!” She added still not able to accept her darkest desires.
Candy moaned in disgust as the prim military bitch bent to lick Vale’s entrance with her tongue; fingers still pressing expertly. Fin’s tongue circled and gripped on the woman’s bud the sheriffs revolted grunts adding to the scientist’s first long self denied but dreamed of lesbian experience.
The machine’s tubes and cylinders began to glow, the Candy’s sex waves generating a visible energy. Fin looked for approval.
The queen was unimpressed. “The woman is nearly fully arousedzzz but the energy is still not strong enoughzzz.” It complained.
The queen bug then towered behind Fin its head bending down under the woman’s arm so its face looked up at Candy’s probed hole her sweaty sphincter winking in the robot cocks conical shadow.
“Revulsionzzz mixed with sexual frenzy appears to have the best effectzzz.” The queen announced; as her long pale tube tongue suddenly shot a full 5 inches up Candy’s anal canal.
Candy gave out a schoolgirl yelp the sensation of a slimy snake like tube deep in her fabulous rear.
“Ooooooooooo! Noooo ugh, ugh, ugh, ugghhhhh!”
Fin jerked back in surprise her mind in visual overload. Officer Vale was coming, her hands gripping the metal chair, shoulders and neck tensed. Her face was contorted, eyes so wide you would think her eye balls would pop out. Her mouth was a perfect inflated oval, an ecstatic wail coming from it.
The bugs sucking her tits rocked in unison with her, their spittle tongues like pumps stretching her on fire nipples. The maggot was all ten inches in, her pelvis glowing blue; Candy squirming on the ever so wide base as slime and come mixed to form white foam. All the while the queen was sucking her backside dry, her tongue vacuuming deep into the woman’s rectum.
“Jezzzzzzzzzgggggggg uhhhhhhhhhhugh, ugh, eeeeeeeeiiiieeeee!!!”
Candy screamed with carnal pleasure. She was ejaculating fluid out around the metal base. The orgasm was like nothing she ever imagined possible; her juices literally pumping out onto the floor below.
“Aaawwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!”
The device was flashing a brilliant blue. The tubes filling with light the energy thick in the charged air. The sound of power fizzing in the air.
“ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”
The room began to brighten the walls feeding off the power. It had worked!
Jackie knelt on the hay strewn floor her eyes taking in the scene around her. The barn was occupied by eight rectangular open topped silos. These were made of glass or some other transparent material the contents an apparent clear thick slime; filling each about three quarters of the way up. Each silo stood maybe 15 feet high their width large enough to contain the full body of floating cow. Jackie felt her heart beating inside her torn t-shirt, her bare legs covered in dirt the chemical suit now in tatters around her feet.
The bugs appeared to be directing the metal tentacles into the silos; the tapered metal tips flipping open to pump the slime into the containers. The cows floating inside were rigid probably dead and Jackie could see that rapid decomposition was already starting the slime appearing to be dissolving the flesh from the carcasses.
Back in the ship Fin felt the walls hum with energy, the light they were generating feeling warm and comforting. Candy was continuing to buck, her back arched like she was receiving an electric shock. The maggot probe was still making her inside scream, and she rocked hard on it trying to push it deeper.
“Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh!”
“What the hell was going on?” Fin could only think watching the woman continue to come. She’d been having an orgasm for over a minute, no wait more like two. But the sheriff continued to thrash her head in ecstasy, blonde mane waving, her teeth clenched, her eyes tight shut.
The giant Queen bug now retracted from her ass was also watching intently.
“Uuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrggggggggg!!!!!!!!!”
Candy gave a final long gargle as her body shuddered, then she went limp and passed out. The room and machine were still glowing with energy; less brilliantly now but still visible. The captain rushed to check the collapsed woman’s pulse. She was ok, though clearly exhausted. Fin looked back at the Queen.
The head bug felt the hidden lust and ambition in Fin’s heart. “You have helped well Captain. All our knowledge is yours for the asking. But first we require further tests.” Fin looked back at the Sheriff shaking her head.
“But this woman can’t take anymore she’s exhausted.”
The bug agreed. “But there are otherszzz here we can continue withzzz.” It explained making Fin remember her mission in the first place.” Will you help us with themzzz?”
Fin felt a shiver down her back. What other depths of depravity would she see in search of her dreams of fame and fortune?
“Yes.” She answered feeling waves of fear and arousal coming over her.
Miss Crome was becoming very drowsy, the webbed shell she was in having a chemical effect on her skin slowly drugging her. She knew she’d stopped moving at speed and was now heading vertically; then she lost orientation.
“It must be a dream. It must be!” She thought her mind numbing.
The two cocoons were pulled from the pit up into the farmyard the bugs not stopping to rest or seeming to slow. As they pulled their prey to the lattice tower the pit entrance was surrounded by another fifty or so alien. They paused for a second as if in deliberation then the shell clad army flooded down the tunnel scurrying at speed towards the town.
The Major didn’t see the bright light clear the dome, but heard the sonic boom as it thundered into the sky. He spun to see a star with a trailing tail arch up into the stratosphere, within seconds it was out of sight already free of the earth’s gravity. He’d already seen what he thought was a cannon through his night sight, now the deafening crack of a shell confirmed it.
The recon officer looked at his Major. He knew the man had not informed the authorities yet. In fact the Major had transmitted that his team were still investigating the possible meteor crash, and that no assistance was needed. Now his face was shaken his cigar hanging down impotent from his lips.
The officer picked up the radio phone. “Sir we need to inform the Pentagon,” then added resolutely, “now!”
Inside the dome the flash of light from the tower had been seen by the recon team. They instantly froze the crack of the launch echoing inside the mile wide bubble like rolling thunder. The men tightened their grips on their M-16’s, crouching in the dense corn field. This mission looked like it had just gone weapons hot.
Jackie didn’t care about the barn shaking noise. She was screaming above the roar as her naked body was been grappled into the top of one of the silos. She tumbled head long splashing into the goo instantly sinking. The slime was like a current whipping around her lithe body and she screamed again with a flurry of bubbles as she realized it seemed to be alive. Her curly red hair spread out as if on end, like she was a latter day medusa, her ash white face already looking lifeless. A few moments latter there was a second boom from the cannon.
Miss Crome felt herself been laid at an angle, the cocoon had slowly shrunk forcing her into a fetal position and she gave a pitiful moan half conscious half in nightmare. A split moment latter the tremendous G-force hit her and she lost consciousness completely. The second cocoon left from the cannons muzzle the blue trial like a huge firework, the hard shell glowing red as it traveled at incredible speed. Its destination was predestined; a point somewhere in orbit.
Jackie was drowning. She was sure of it, the final bubbles escaping from her mouth. She screamed again and the slime flooded in filling her throat. She felt she would vomit, but instead breathed in the oxygen been emitted from her fluid host. She was breathing with a little difficulty the fluid distorting the view of the outside world. She floated about two feet from the bottom; the sentient liquid holding her in place. It was almost calming, free of gravity, a warm safe feeling.
Then she felt the pressure on her pussy. The fluid pressed purposefully trying to open her hole. She mouthed silent screams as the fluid penetrated her; the liquid feeling hard, becoming rigid even. It was tugging, active in some way the sensation uncomfortable even a little painful. Her thighs were widened and she saw 3 thin pipes descending from above her, gently swimming down her thin like body like eels towards her ginger pussy.
Fin watched as Candy was carried away still unconscious. The bugs were gentle with her, the pale beauty dazzling against their jet black hides. The queen bug touched Fin on the shoulder her head moving close to science officer.
“See what we are doingzzz to your inquisitive young assistantzzz.”
The captain’s head filled with floating images and sounds and she struggled to concentrate the continuous insect hum when in mind link with these creatures proving very distracting. She focused harder. It was Jackie! She was totally naked suspended in a huge pool of slime.
“Our living shipzzz.” The bug explained. “The fluid is neither metal nor biologicalzzz. It is Nano-technology; billions of creatures at atomic level formingzzz a whole. They permeate the hull and use the many tentacles to interact with the worldzzz around them. But like anyone they must feedzzz.”
Fin was appalled. She could see Jackie legs apart her pussy wide three tubes God knows how far up her. She had a glazed look in her eyes, her mouth speaking but no sound coming out of it.
“You’re going to let them eat her!” She cried, trying to break the mind link.
“Don’t be foolish earthzz woman,” the Queen answered, contempt in her voice. Then the bug explained what they were doing to her cute assistant in scientific jaw dropping detail.
The four man team had slowly edged closer and closer to their target. The huge disc was still not visible with the human eye, but through their green night vision they could see it now towering above them some hundred feet away. The strange cannon was now also more discernable and the Sarge began to make his assault plan. The cornfields were silent, no wind to make them sway and it was a slight rustling that attracted the point soldiers attention. He scanned through his scope, finger on trigger. He could see the corn moving in four different places; the movement coming closer and closer.
Tomesson’s adrenaline began to pump, his mind focused on the job in hand. “Sarge, we’ve got incoming at twelve o’clock.”
Four or so mile away Monica Sweetheart stirred in her bed. The girl was dreaming again of the county cheerleader trials. This was her year and she cuddled her pillow as she saw the face of that white trash farm girl Daisy Cummings as Monica received her pendant. How anyone could rate Daisy over her she just couldn’t believe. Monica was roused by a noise and she stretched feeling her thigh.
“Oh damn she’d fallen asleep in her blue cheerleader kit again. Her mother would flip if she came in.”
She sat up rubbing her eyes. The room was dark, black in fact, the open window now masked by something. She turned on her lamp.
The bug squirmed for a second in the bright light. Monica was sitting upright on her bed. It admired her strong tanned thighs, white training shoes still on. Her pleated ra-ra skirt was matched by a tight wool jumper with firm tits straining the fabric. Her wide lipped face was topped with a high dirty blonde ponytail, a blue matching tie holding it in place. The hive mind was now having sensations of its own. Newly acquired, they were earth feelings. And it was those of lust!
Monica screamed with terror, the thing in front of her defying belief. About her own height, its pale body was undulating, the greasy large shell as black as tar. Her room was covered in white cob webbing, like she had just woken from a hundred year sleep. The monster had numerous bone like arms and coiling tentacles all pale and shinny; covered in some unimaginable spittle.
Monica screamed again.
The cornfield was erupting in automatic fire. Tomesson was the first, releasing controlled bursts just ahead of him. Pascal came to his aid and was hit by a fast moving metal tentacle, his body been thrown backwards to the ground. The Sarge opened up, weapon butt hard into his shoulder the bullets ripping into the segmented attacker. The tapered end exploded in fluid and metal splinters the thing dropping lifeless to the ground, its contents spilling into the soil. Goater was now also firing as the corn rushed towards him.
Through their night scopes the outside camp could see the flash of weapons. They could see the men were in a tight defensive circle apparently been attacked from all side; but they were powerless to help them.
The Sarge let of another burst missing a third flailing tip. It snaked back and shot straight into Goater’s chest the metal spearing him, ripping his body almost in two.
Tomesson unclipped a grenade and was about to throw it when two coils swung into him sending him flying. Pascal turned to react, only for the grenade to detonate at his feet. The blast knocked the Sarge off his balance his head crashing to the floor, his thigh hissing with shrapnel inches from his strapped C-4.
He felt his leg been tugged the pain coursing up his body, Tomesson now firing in all direction as he tried to retreat. There was a scream, then silence. The coiled tentacle dragged the Sergeant its only living prisoner slowly along the ground. The pain was unbearable and within moments he had passed out.
In the fluid silo Jackie could hear the crack of machine gun fire far away. She prayed the troops were coming. She felt she wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. Her insides were been manipulated for what reason she couldn’t imagine; the gut wrenching tugging making her feel feint.
Monica’s father sat upright as he heard the screams from up stairs.
“What the?”
He leapt to his feet rushing for his pantry. Monica screamed again and he gut wrenchingly knew there was an intruder in his daughter’s bedroom. The double barreled shot gun snapped open as he rummaged for the cartridge box. Clicking two red shells into the barrels he cocked the weapon. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he saw it was full of webbing. It was as rigid as steel and formed a dense wall of white which he couldn’t force open.
Monica cried for help again and almost in hysterics her father burst out into the garden intent on climbing the side of the wall. He never had chance to get there. The hole in his garden was spewing enormous insect like creatures. He gave a cry of shear horror as they thundered over him, his finger pulling the trigger, the twin barrels erupting into an alien’s soft underbelly.
Monica heard the cry and the shots but she had no time to look. The bug was on the bed pinning her with numerous claws and tentacles its stinking segmented tongue waving near her young face. Back in the ship Capitan Finc was standing rigid. The Queen was sat back in the flight chair the tubes around it glowing. The creature was in command of the town invasion the images coursing trough her brain. Fin too was linked like it or not to the Queen’s sensations and sights. Monica was petrified beneath the slimy creature as its four legs straddled her bed, the girl twisting and was pushing away as the creature drew closer. Its pincer arms sliced through her tight fabric, her clothes been shredded from her body.
“What’s going on?” Fin’s mind wailed; the answer once again immediate.
“The experiment has workedzzz; we now need humans to power our shipzzz.”
Fin felt sick; she’d only assumed they needed power to leave. She never expected this. The buzzing in her head felt more soothing now, her thoughts struggling to remain independent of the Queens. She realized her mind was been indoctrinated, weakened to their will but she couldn’t fight it. Her hidden lusts were rising up to aid the invading thoughts, her morality and compassion weakening by the second. In her head she groaned in lust and fascination, the sensations of the teen cheerleader about to be ravished by the hive collective making her knees turn to jelly.
The Sarge came around slowly his leg numb the wound cauterized by the hot shrapnel. The barn was almost over his head now. He reached for his strapped pack tearing the bounds. Any second he would be captured. The pack came away and with a painful twist he flung the deadly plastic into foliage just before the entrance door. He’d narrowed his eyes the light bright and a few seconds later he was in the barn, huge silos around him, a smell of rotting flesh in his nostrils.
The tentacle released him and he raised his body groaning in pain. Then he froze his eyes becoming accustomed to the light. It was the first time he’d seen the aliens. There must have been well over ten of the bugs skittering to and thro. He was just laid in the middle of the floor the metal coils now hanging into the tops of a silo, their contents oozing out. He knew he had no weapon, but touched were his strapped explosive had been moments earlier.
“Maybe they don’t realize what it was?”
He thought this openly not realizing their immense psychic powers. But none were scanning him, in fact they saw him as no risk at all, his leg useless his armaments gone. Then he saw her. In one of the silos was a beautiful red headed girl. She looked asleep, naked, floating peacefully. He knew exactly who it was; science officer Jackie, his beautiful angelic girlfriend.
The calls over the police band were confusing at first, the large contingent outside the dome hearing excited cross chatter between officers still on patrol in the little backwater town. But slowly with growing frustration the Major, Mayor and Officer Anderson’s men realized something was badly wrong back in Love Creek.
“My god they’re in the town,” the Mayor cried; his fist clenching wanting to slam down on a patrol car bonnet.
Over the police radio band gun shots could be heard mixed with screams and people shouting. The Major was already calling his troops together, they’d have to split their force but he had no choice.
“Jesus,” he said spitting his remnant of tobacco onto the floor. “looks like a God damn invasion!”
He’d just come off the phone after having a difficult stumbling conversation with the Pentagon. He knew in an hour or so this operation would be out of his hands, he needed to get that shield down now!
Fin was slipping in and out of consciousness her legs giving way as she fell into a heap on the flight deck floor. She was writhing in pleasure her hands caressing her own body under her tight t-shirt; her lips parted in a low ecstatic moan.
“Oooooh. Mnnnnn mmmmmnnn!”
Her eyes were closed; she didn’t need them as her mind reveled in the carnal horror been acted out a few miles away. She felt the sensations of the bug, large and lumbering its body excited its claws and tentacles on the soft earth girl’s skin. Fin’s own body was diminished as in her head she became that bug.
The Queen too bucked and jerked the sensations new to the alien ruler. Both felt like they were there, the touch and tastes theirs, the sensations burning inside their bodies. Fin could feel the segmented bony cock of the bug snaking up between the cheerleaders firm toned thighs. She could feel the bug’s body pressing onto the girl’s half robed chest the soft ribbed under belly rubbing over the girl’s sweater covered nipples.
Monica was screaming; terror in her eyes with her arms fighting back fiercely. But as the creature pinned her down she panted more and more realizing she was losing the battle. She could feel a trial of slime from its bony cock tip along her inner thigh, its numerous legs and tentacles spreading over her like the frame of a tent.
“Noooooo!”
Fin gave a pleasured moan and wriggled as the alien forced it long elephant tongue into Monica’s mouth. Her own mouth gulped as she felt it slide down her throat, the girl’s eyes wide in panic her voice a spluttering choking gargle. Fin could also feel and hear the bug and Queen delighting in their ravishing. She tried to refuse, protest but just gave another lustful groan as she sensed the alien cock find the young woman’s slit and ease up inside her.
“Mmmmmmmmgggggggggggg!!!!”
Monica was nearly unconscious her throat full of oozing tongue her pussy splitting open as the hard stick like cock was shoved in. She pulled her head back the tongue springing from her mouth.
“Uggh oh, oh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh no, no, nooooooo!”
The bug felt her hot pussy walls clasping its rod and the feint erotic thoughts of Fin back at its mother ship. It edged itself higher angling its dick taking heed of the scientist personal knowledge of how to arouse and cause maximum sensation inside a woman’s body.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh, uh, uh, uh oh, oh, ooooooooohhhhhhh!”
The cheerleader bucked as the rod pushed it tip to places her young jock boyfriends had never knew existed; and probably couldn’t have reached if they did.
“Oh, ugh, ugh. Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!”
She shuddered her g spot been smeared in tingling hot slime the cocks tip pressing hard and powerfully against her flesh. She tried to squeeze her thighs closed only for tentacles to prize them apart pushing them flat.
“UMmmmmmmm yesssss,” Fin moaned as she writhed on the floor her thoughts now unrestrained. “Uhhhh that’s it, now pump the young bitch till she feints.”
Officer Vale awoke finding herself laid on a raise metal block. It was like a solid table in an almost complete stainless encased room. She slid her long legs to the side sitting upright on her peach shaped rear. She was no longer naked, having been dressed in the shortest of tight pink plastic smocks, her tits molded nipples and all into the taut fabric; the costumes length hardly covering her butt.
She looked first at her dress then around the room. She could see no door only a row of cylinders half set into the wall. They were made of glass, each filled with a pink semi clear liquid. In the end one she had finally found what she had set out for in the first place.
Daisy appeared asleep totally submerged in the cylinder.
Candy could see the young farm girl’s naked chest rising and falling and it appeared she was alive breathing while totally submerged. The sheriff quickly began to trace the edge of the glass looking for a release latch or somewhere to force it open. As she did Daisy’s eyes opened staring straight at her. She began to wriggle terrified fearing she was drowning. This made the sheriff pull harder her nails clawing the glass and metal. She found a raised edge and with a relieved tug the canister spewed open covering her in sticky fluid, the contents very similar in color to her dress. Daisy fell out with the escaping liquid the sheriff catching her in her arms lowering her to the floor.
Back in her waking nightmare the cheerleader continued to shriek with each curling hard thrust of bug cock. The sensation was revolting the slimy stick banging hard against her cervix the juices burning her clit her tight pussy muscles gripping with all their might. But now each shriek was not only revulsion but gaining arousal as the creatures expertly rode her young athletic frame. The bug was still increasing its thrusting; her pussy spitting slime at each rapid stab.
“Ugh, uggh, ugh oh, God, oh God, ooohhhhhhhh!
Out side her window the town’s main street was in chaos as humans and bugs ran to and thro. Cars burned their occupants now missing and all around were screams and the occasional crack of a fire arm. If the bug fucked chick could have looked into her back garden she would have seen cocoon after white cocoon being hurriedly pushed down the tunnel entrance; her fellow towns people captive inside each.
Candy Vale wiped the liquid from the coughing girls face as she tried to sooth her with comforting words.
“There, there Daisy you’re out now, just take a deep breath.”
Slowly the farm girl began to calm, her soft tanned skin shinny still retaining some of the pink slime.
“Sheriff! What? How?” The girl gasped and spluttered and Officer Vale began to explain what she knew.
Captain Fin slid her hand down the front off her pants as she lay on her back. As her fingers caressed her own moist slit she shuddered. She needn’t have bothered to stimulate herself the sensations in her mind already having her body fully on heat. She didn’t care anymore; she’d given in to her hidden repressed desires. She felt the bug cock thrusting up the girl’s tight twat, felt her nails clawing the bugs shell her thighs pressed flat tits thrusting up still half inside the ripped blue ra ra sweater.
She desired to taste her nipples, the bug instantly granting the wish its proboscis and claws ripping the fabric the mouth like end clamping to slurp on each nipple in turn.
“Awwwwww uuuuuggggggg!”
The Queen between pleasurable grunts informed why there was a growing burning sensation filling Fins senses. “Zzzzzzz our host is about to ejaculate its seedzzzzz!”
Fin could only raise the pitch of her moans to a near squeal. She could feel the bugs cock filling painfully. And she jerked and arched her back as she realized a thick hard swelling was passing up the bug’s narrow tube. It bulged like the body of a python that had just eaten a goat. The bulge moved up the cock till it reached the cheerleaders clamped pussy entrance.
“ZZZZzzz yes, yes almost there!”
Fin tried to understand the sensation, erotic but painful.
“The bulge is a seed egg which upon ejaculation inside her will burst its contents, filling her with our semenzzz.”
Monica could feel the egg like a bulge in a hosepipe, it was forcing her open. She screamed as her lips gave way the egg erupting deep inside her against her cervix. She gasped as her groin swelled the egg pushing the climaxing bug almost out of her hole. The pelvis bulge remained there for just over a second before it popped, her canal wall busting the membrane the hot sticky goo filling her pussy like cavity wall insulation.
“Uggggggggggggggg!!!!”
She arched her back tits proud as her pussy forced the alien cock from her the pure white semen foaming and curling from her slit like toothpaste from the tube.
“Awwwwwwwwww noooooooo!”
Fin came like never before! Her own orgasm was a sweaty writhing spasm; the eggs final release a sensation of pleasure and utmost relief.
“Ugggggggg yes, yes, yesss, yesssssss, yessssssssssss!”
She had begun to climax just after the egg had grown at the root of the bugs cock. Over and over she had jerked till almost a minute later it had popped into the unfortunate Monica.
She understood now the delights these creatures could offer her and any last remnant of humanity had been convulsed from her body. A few exhausted minutes later she felt enough strength to open her eyes and sit up. The queen and her escorts beckoned her to follow them.
“Zzzzzz Do you wish to see what we have in store for your assistant.”
Fin felt her chest heave, the thought of the sexy Kidman look alike she had worked with this last year filled her spent body with yet more carnal desire.
“Mmmnn, oh yessssss my Queen!”
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Two sisters who hate each other are left alone in there house together.
Alex Mercer needs clues about his past, and finding them means getting memories by consuming people (quite literally). This time the target turns out to be a woman , and Mercer puts her to “good” use. after all, combining work with pleasure has its benefits. Add a military pilot looking for a quick fuck, and one can be sure it’s going to be the worst threesome the girl’s ever experienced.
The Kosmetics Killer escapes during the christmas season and begins another necro spree
This story is fictional and my first so i hope you like it
im always open for suggestion.
Nancy just turned eighteen when she was lying in bed, she had a perfect body.
She was a brunette with green eyes and a really cute face, full lips and c-cup firm breasts.
At that night she couldn’t sleep and she started to play with herself,
one hand moved to her left breast while the other hand moved over her naked body.
slowly going lower and lower till it reached her clit and really wet dripping pussy.
She was really enjoying herself that she didn’t notice something sliding under the sheeds
towards her naked body. Suddenly Nancy felt a stinging pain in her feet as the thing
injected toxins in her feet, it was to late for Nancy.
Within seconds the toxins started to work, paralyzing her body and working as a aphrodisiac
turning her on. her pussy became wetter and wetter while she felt something sliding up
towards her. she wanted to scream but she coudn’t.
She was completely helpless as the thing reached her soaking pussy. while she couldn’t
move she could feel everything. the tip of the thing found her pussy and started to slid
inside. she felt it enter her wet pussy. slowly it buried into her tight pussy.
she wanted to scream while the thing almost ripped her wet tight pussy in two.
she felt it completely enter her pussy and it started vibrating. real slowly it started
going deeper and deeper. it started giving nancy more toxins and she felt her womb
opening up a little. when the ting reached her womb the tip could enter. it buried
deeper and deeper. slow but surely entering her womb, tearing it apart while it
buried even deeper. Poor Nancy felt everything while her naked body lied paralyzed.
it stopped vibrating and moving. Nancy hoped that the worst was over.
How wrong could she be….
Small needles started to come out of the thing and pierced her womb,
No force on earth could take it out of the poor girls pussy now.
The needle thing started to secree a solvent to dissolve her womb, so the thing could take
it’s place in her hot naked body. She never ever felt so much pain in her life.
She felt it burning as it ate her womb she know she would never have children.
slowly the needles grew longer and longer through her helpless naked body.
she felt the tentacles grow. They grew throughout her entire body,
She felt them everywhere. in her wet pussy, breast and nipples, her fingers and toes.
Some even entered her brain. and started mapping her brain functions. when it was done
it started changing her. destroying empathy and conscience and increasing lust, survival
and feeding needs. it even started to change her body, making it really strong and making
it possible to change the structure. in essence Nancy wasn’t human anymore, she even started
producing a toxin in her breasts what she could ejaculate through her nipples.
she wasn herself anymore but an alien creature that only wanted to feed and fuck
and cared for nothing else.
and she was hungry…
even in her sister.
She slowly entered Michelle’s room and walked to her sleeping sister.
she crawled in her bed and Say’d she had a nightmare. Michelle smiled and she say’d
it was OK. Michelle was a petite girl with brown eyes and hair and she had small
firm breasts. She was a perfect victim for Nancy’s first prey.
Nancy’s took the bed sheeds and rolled on her little sister, before she could react
she took her and rolled again and again. They were bound by the bedsheets and Michelle
was bound by it.
She looked in fear while her big sister ripped her clothes off her body.
leaving only her beautiful naked body
“W-W-What are you doing??”
she asked just before she felt something wet at her breast.
Nancy let some toxins drip on her sister through her nipples. It slowly got absorbed by her
firm breasts and entered her bloodstream. She felt it burn as it quickly spread through
her body. she couldn’t move anymore and she lay’d on the bed with her sister on top.
Nancy ripped the sheeds of them and she looked at her sisters helpless body. she saw the
fear in her brown eyes and it really turned her on. She started to kiss her neck and bit her.
She tasted her blood and she almost came from the taste of it alone. She wanted her more
than anything in the world, and she would have her no matter what.
Nancy climbed on top of Michelle and sucked some more blood from her neck. slowly Nancy
gave in to her lust and started to suck on her firm breasts, Michelle saw how a huge
tentacle came out of her sister’s pussy and she knew that that would really hurt if it
took her.
She felt the tip of the tentacle probing her pussy and touching her clit and then she felt a
sharp pain as it entered her tight little cunt. it hurt as the big rod entered her.
She wanted to scream but she couldn’t. Nancy felt her sister’s tight virgin pussy around
the tentacle.
Michelle’s pussy started to bleed as the tentacle forced it’s way into her. and the tentacle
absorbed her pussy fluids and her blood. Nancy started to rape her little sister violently
and with every thrust the tentacle entered her pussy a little deeper each time. Causing
Michelle more pain and making her bleed more and more. The more she bled the more nancy
liked it.
Suddenly Nancy felt herself cum as the tentacle moved violently in her sisters pussy
tearing it apart from the inside. Nancy’s teeth penetrated Michelle’s skin. she felt
her sisters teeth sink deep into her firm breast. she felt her sister suck the blood
out of her breast, as the tentacle in her pussy started to grow. she felt it at the
edge of her womb. she slowly felt the thing being pulled out of her while her sister
sucked the blood out of her breast. Michelle felt her sister’s teeth sunk into her other
breast, and felt the blood being sucked out.
Nancy pushed the tentacle back into her tight little sisters pussy, Deeper and deeper.
Michelle felt it reach her womb.
She looked in fear while tentacle ripped its way through her womb.
Nancy came again and again while the tentacle ripped through her sisters body, feeding
on her blood and life. draining it both away of her little sister.
The Last thing Michelle felt was her sister teeth slowly piercing her neck and a warm feeling
of blood drippen out of het tight raped pussy.
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This has a twist. I hope you enjoy.
A new story with a few new themes I wanted to explore. For those who know me somewhat, yes, she is a bit docile for my taste but I’ll try everything once. Enjoy!
By the way… I wanted to design this story in a way that I, as a writer, can get my kicks out of it too. For those who are not true sadists, like myself, you’ll find out that not every story is meant to please you.
Part two will follow. Someday. I’d like to get you all nice and anxious. Part I
She sat in the garden silently gazing at the kois swimming around. Lena always felt at ease when she looked at the fish. Soon it would be too cold to stay in the garden for long. She couldnât possibly ask Mister for a jacket⌠that would be too bold. She was already happy he gave her a new dress last month. The dress had a light blue color and little gold flowers decorated the waist part. Mister liked to dress her up pretty. When he received it from the tailor she overheard him say it matched her milky-white skin well. It was made out of very thin shiny material covering a thicker fabric under it. Mister forbade her to enter the garden wearing it because it might rip or get dirty. She normally didnât disobey Mister but the weather was too nice and she made sure to sit on a towel so she wouldnât become filthy.
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Mister was the man of the house. She once dared to glance at the enveloppes which were lying on the table to discover Misterâs name. She decyphered âLord Andrew Griffithâ with difficulty. Lena never got a real decent education in reading or writing. Living in a small village in Russia, she was taken away from her parents forcefully at the age of six by a group of men breaking entry during a midsummer day. Her father got killed instantly by the man who entered first. That same man was terribly aggressive as he noticed Lena was the only child the couple possessed. Her brothers and sisters had died from hunger and disease past winters. He commanded the others to take away the mother. Lena didnât remember much of that time, only the sound of her motherâs screaming and how the men laughed. She never saw her mother again after that day. The men were surprisingly kind to Lena though, she remembered them giving her sweets and singing songs for her.
She had to stay with them for several months. Her life existed mostly of being chained to the wall with one wrist, but it wasnât tight enough to hurt her. She slept in the corner of a room with an old worn out matrass as a bed. Every other day one of the men would take her for a walk in a small and badly maintenanced garden next to the cottage-like building. Living the first two weeks in total shock from the violent assault on her family, she recovered by the time the third week of her stay began. In her childly innocence she began to wonder who the men were, asking for their names as they walked by. Even though she had seen her fatherâs throat slit, she didnât remember the image anymore. Neither did she seem to feel grief for losing her parents, after experiencing death so often amongst her late siblings.
During her stay in the house she heard more screams alike those of her mother coming from the room next to the one she stayed in. Lena wondered every time what happened to the women the men took in every so often. One day the door swung open by the wind and she saw the source of the many cries she had heard over the weeks. Three of the men were surrounding a woman. She was naked and bleeding from her nose and mouth as she pleaded them to stop. The men were only halfnaked, their shirts were off. Their pants were unzipped and a long piece of hardened meat stuck out of it. One of them had it buried loosely between the struggling womanâs legs, which were also dripping with blood. Lena knew what a penis was, she saw her fatherâs often enough when she was young when heâd dress or wash himself. However, she had never seen this strange ritual.
One of the men sitting near her, reading a letter, reacted to the yell from one of the men in the room and went to shut the door again. As he turned around he saw Lena and realized sheâd seen it all. He came closer and squatted to face her. âDo you know what you just saw?â Lena shook her head. The man smiled kindly. âWell, every now and then a man has needs. They want to do something with a woman. Thatâs what you saw. â Lena still didnât get it, but her inquisitive nature immediately started to ponder aloud. âSo why donât they dance then? Mother and father always used to do that. And I think it hurts less for the lady too.â The man laughed at her adorable innocence. âI think this is a little different. Donât worry, youâll find out someday, moja dorogaya.â He stroked her cheek softly, gave her some bread to nibble on and then went back to the table nearby to continue the paperwork. Soon a new man appeared to pick her up and Lena left the group of men, never to see them again.
The journey was a long one. She was taken to England, to a proper house with a group of other girls. There she grew up to be a beautiful girl. She had long black hair, a milky white skin and bright blue eyes. She was a bit skinny even though she was fed well. Here she learned the normal way of doing things. She got introduced to many new kinds of furniture and food, luxurious things also entirely new to her. Her family was poor so they never had much property to put in their tiny house.
A new language was introduced to her, which she picked up quickly over the years. She also got taught an amount of new words, yet the people who took care of them never gave them the chance to learn how to read or write properly. When Lena asked them once for a learning book they replied âshe wouldnât need it.â They told her that when sheâd reach the age of 12 she would join the other girls in special education on the subjects they thought was fitting for her future, but this wouldnât include anything like language or maths. This bothered her, she had some basic knowledge, but much further than understanding what a few letters meant what was too difficult without guidance. She wasnât very happy in her new home, the people werent as friendly as her parents or the men used to be to her and anyone disobeying the rules got punished hard.
At the age of 16, one of the men she grew up with came to pick her up. Lena remembered him vaguely and greeted him warmly. He gave the man in charge a firm handshake, mentioned âthe payment was on itâs wayâ and thanked him. Lena was freezing as they walked towards the car. It was winter and the people had told her to put on the same simple dress she arrived in. Lena obviously grew during the years she spent in the house so the dress now hardly covered her body. She got into the passenger seat and they drove off. The man wasnât the same as Lena remembered him. He wasnât kind to her, nor was he mean. He was very quiet and looked at Lena frequently. Lena noticed his pants started to bulge slightly.
In an attempt to evoke some sort of friendliness from him again, she tried to impress him with the things she learned during the stay at the house filled with girls. She now knew what an erection was and why it occurred. This was one of the things the people in the house taught them. They gave explanations about all sorts of body parts and about the ritual Lena had seen as a child, which she got to know as âsexâ; that which the same man she now sat next to meant with âa man wanting to do something with a womanâ when she was younger. Her caretakers had given details on how to do it the best way and how much the man would enjoy it. An erection occurred when a man would want sex.
âYou have an erectionâ she said very casually. âWell noticedâ he replied back. However, Lena curiosity was triggered. âWhy do you have an erection?â The man could hear she was genuinely unaware about her own appearance. âBecause youâre a very pretty girlâ he explained. âDoes that mean you will have sex with me then?â This caused the man to burst out into laughter. âI see they taught you well back there. No, I will not.â It was silent for a moment. He got amused by her pondering. âWhy not? If you have an erection you want to have sex with me⌠right?â she slowly answered back slowly and confused. âIâd like to have sex with you. But Iâm not allowed. The man who is paying a lot of money for you will have sex with youâ he explained to her again. âWhy not the both of you?â she shot back in seconds. The man smiled. âBecause youâre a virgin. People pay good money to be able to have sex with a girl who hasnât been used yet.â Lena already opened her mouth for the next question, but the man told her to hush for now.
After what seemed like an eternity of driving they arrived at a large mansion. They had been crossing woods for the past hours; the mansion was well hidden from the rest of the world. Lena pressed her face against the window. She had never seen such a large house before. âImpressive, isnât it? This is where you will live from now onâ the man told her while parking the car. She gasped; this had to be a dream. They got out of the car and walked to the front door. Lena was still freezing and became increasingly embarassed for the way she was dressed. An old man opened the door and beckoned them to follow. âLord Griffith is expecting you, this way please.â They walked through a long hallway filled with paintings, golden statues and coloured vases. Lena had never witnessed so much luxury and colours in her entire life. She nearly walked into one of the statues as she gazed at the painted ceiling.
As they entered another luxuriously furnished room, a tall man sat in a comfortable chair looking at the both of them. He was in his late fourties and looked very sophisticated with his black hair sleeked back, which started to reveal a few grey streaks on either side of his head. As opposed to the bright colours in the house, he was dressed in black. He didnât smile at Lena as she entered, but took her in with a serious face. She felt akward standing there in rags which hardly covered her body. She felt a creep up her spine and shyly hid behind the man who drove her here. The man stood up and went to shake hands with Lenaâs chaperone. âI hope she is to your liking, Sir?â The tall man looked at Lena again, who smiled at him in an attempt to make friends. She had absolutely no clue what was going on. âShe is a beauty, indeed. Is she unspoilt?â
âOf course. As we agreed upon.â The man who served as Lenaâs human shield, suddenly turned around and pulled her up by her hips, putting her on a side table. Lena was getting increasingly uncomfortable. âLena, spread your legsâ her chaperone asked her friendly but determined. This was the first time she hesitated to do as she was told, but as the man spread her legs himself, she immediately obliged. He shoved her simple cotton underwear aside, revealing a narrow slit without any hair surrounding it. âAs you can see she has been taught the necessary means to fulfil your demands, including personal hygiene. She can maintain her own body. He touched her minor labia and spread them softly, revealing the intact hymen. Lena shivered by the odd feeling. The tall man nodded approvingly. As soon as he let go of her Lena locked her legs. She felt her cheeks burning up with embarassment.
The tall man walked to the back of the room, the chaperone following him. They sat at a table where a device Lena didnât recognize as a laptop was waiting for them. âThe price we have agreed uponâ he said as coldly as before while ticking in a few buttons on the laptop. The chaperone thanked him. âYou know where to reach meâ he said before turning around and leaving the mansion. Lena was confused. He hadnât even said bye to her. She looked back at the man who now stood near her again. âYou have a very nice house, sirâ she said hesitantly in an attempt of politeness. The man didnât reply. Instead, he yelled for the older man who had opened the door for them earlier.âSee to her, Edward, I wish to have her ready for me tonight.â The man, who Lena later knew to be his butler, bowed and obliged to his wishes, then he beckoned Lena to follow him.
He took Lena to a small room which seemed to be the opposite of all the grand luxury she had seen in the mansion. The room contained a small bed with a simple nightstand, a wooden cabinet with 3 drawers and a mirror on the side of the wall. There was one window without any curtains and a dusty lamp hanging on the ceiling. The room led into a small tiled bathroom on the side with a toilet and a shower. âThis will be your room. You will stay here until further notice.â He shut the door and left Lena alone. She sat on the bed and looked around. She wondered if she was going to like living her. Eventually she fell asleep on the hard matress.
She was rudely woken up by a woman who yanked at her arm. âWake upâ was all she said while spreading a shimmering cloth on the bed next to a drowsy Lena. âYou are to take a shower now, take care of yourself and after that, you are to put this on immediately.â Lena, freightened by this harsh treatment, bolted out of bed and into the little bathroom. The woman waited for Lena to finish what she told her to do and nodded approvingly. After brushing her hair and spraying some perfume on her neck â the latter being an experience completely new to Lena â she motioned her to follow.
As they walked through the hallway the woman explained her some rules. âYou will address your master as Mister. Tonight you will be silent. You are not to make any sound. When he dismisses you, you are to leave the room immediately and withdraw to your own chamber. Do you understand?â Lena nodded. She had no idea what words like âaddressâ and âwithdrawâ meant, as she was never spoken to in such a formal manner, but the message was still very clear to her. The women opened a big door to the right of the hall and motioned Lena to enter. She immediately shut the door behind her.
Lena now stood in a dark room of considerable size. Again she saw many luxurious artworks and decorated furniture, but she had to squeel her eyes to see them properly. The room only had a dim light on either sides of what she concluded was a big bed taking up one side of the room. As her eyes got used to the dark environment she saw a shade sit on the edge of the bed towards her. He silently took her image in. Lena was unsure what to do. Luckily the man took initiative. âCome to meâ a cold and calm voice said, which she recognized as the same voice from the man she met this afternoon. Lena, trained to obey immediately, stepped forward until she stood inches away from him.
Wanting to flinch away from his hands reaching for her, she was able to calm herself and let it happen. The man stroked her stomach through the thin fabric of the nightgown the woman had spread out on the bed earlier. It was all she was asked to wear. He let his hands glide down over her hips and pulled her closer in between his semi-spread legs. âTake the gown offâ he commanded her equally icey, little kindness could be detected. Lena felt nervous and scared, but his soft stroking pleasantly tickled her and made her a bit more at ease. She lifted the gown over her head and held it in her hands questioningly. The man became annoyed by her pondering and took the gown from her harshly, throwing it on the floor next to the large bed. Then his hands reached back for her stomach, which was now bare. This time his hands moved up towards her small but perky breasts.
Lenaâs heart started to pound in her throat. As he fondled her softly she stood there, not sure whether she should look down to watch his actions or keep her eyes straight forward. However, as the man was rather tall and the bed was situated high, her face was nearly at the same height as his. Not wanting to keep eye contact she simply looked away. Lena couldnât get her head around this new feeling. No one ever touched her breasts this way before. Suddenly he pinched her still rather soft nipples simultaneously. Lena gasped by the unexpected move and stingy feeling. But he didnât let go. As he increased the pressure on the sensitive buttons, the pain grew and she attempted to step back. At that point he let go of her breasts and pulled her back towards him by her hips.
As the pain faded away she only felt a strong tingling sensation in her breasts. Again he stroked the small bosom of the nervous young girl. This time the nipples turned hard quickly due to the soft stroking. She felt anxious, afraid he might hurt her again. He moved his hands downwards like before, holding her slim hips with one hand and grabbing her wrist with the other. He pulled her hand closer to him. Lena stared at her own hand being led between his legs. She felt her fingers bump into something hard and fleshy and she understood what it was. At that point the man used a small remote to brighten the dimmed lights. Now Lena saw his naked body with a hard rod sticking up against his stomach anxiously. She saw a bead of transparent liquid rest upon the top. âKneel downâ he commanded her and, still fascinated by what she saw, she dropped to her knees easily. This was the first time since her childhood that she saw a real penis, besides the numberous pictures sheâd seen at the house she grew up in after the men left her there. The man smiled, amused by her fascination. âGo on, letâs see what they taught youâ. Lena felt reluctant and more nervous. She knew what he expected of her and she had practiced it on objects almost every week in the house as she was told to do, until the woman in charge decided she was fully educated. However, this felt different.
âWhat are you waiting for?â he snarled at her impatiently. Lena still froze up. âI-im sorry, IâmâŚâ she started hesistantly. A moment later she fell back with a shriek. She held her burning cheek on the place his hand landed seconds before. âDonât talk back at me!â he yelled as he got up. His erection swung up and down, as if it was just as impatient as the rest of him. Lena immediately curled up in fear, but he grabbed her neck and picked her up with ease. He sat back at the edge of the bed and dropped Lena in front of him. Lena, terrified of getting slapped again, immediately took the head of the throbbing dick in her small mouth. As she tasted her first beads of precum ever, she pulled a disgusted face but kept it low so he wouldnât see it. She softly started sucking and bobbed her head up and down as she was taught. At the same time, she used her hands to massage the rest of his genitals. She had no clue whether she was doing it right but as she heard the man softly moan she felt at ease knowing he was satisfied.
Suddenly he ripped her head off his cock by her hair, Lena shrieked again by the sudden harsh treatment. The man got up, causing Lena to fall back. He knelt down and picked her up, throwing her down on the bed harshly. Lena, still terrified, curled up in fetal position. It didnât take the man much effort to roll her on her back again and spread her legs. As her panick grew bigger she started squeeking uncontrollably, feeling tears form in her eyes. She knew what was going to happen âin theory anyway- but she couldnât imagine such a monster fitting inside her body. This mystery didnât seem to bother the man much as he leaned over her positioning himself in front of the small entrance. However, instead of ramming himself in, he moved his fingers down to her genitals. He softly moved them up and down between her lips. He stopped to tickle the small rosebud. Lena, still trembling with fear, couldnât help but feel strange pleasurable shivers everytime heâd get near that little button. In the past, the women in the house forbade the girls to touch themselves there, afraid they might damage the hymen or get âtoo usedâ to their own pleasure. Their only purpose was to pleasure their master, not themselves.
As nature took over Lena felt her breathing speed up. She never knew this kind of feeling existed and as the shivers and tingles got heavier she leaned back both confused and overwhelmed by the new sensations she experienced. He kept rubbing the button while moving his finger up and down to check if she developed any slickness. This didnât take long, as her body was completely ignorant to these new found feelings.
Lena screamed as he suddenly pushed the entire length of the erection roughly inside of her, breaking the hymen with ease. Another slap in the face punished her again for the sound she made. This didnât bother Lena as much as the first time. She just wanted to get away from this horrifying pain. It felt as if she was being ripped in half. She crawled and flipped her body in every direction trying to flee the scene. He didnât seem to sympathize her. On the contrary, it made his pounding movements even rougher. As he moved along with her attempts to escape from under him, he pushed her fully to the headboard of the bed, trapping her between the wooden plate and his body. Now he was able to really put some strength into his pummeling, as Lena had moved back everytime he tried to slam himself back inside of her. She shrieked again and again with every violent shove he performed onto her. The sheets turned scarlet as both the hymen and her insides started to bleed by the harsh treatment.
As the man started to breathe harder, he also picked up his pace, each thrust following the other more and more swiftly. As he was near to that ecstatic moment, to free the semen he had saved up for a week only to fill his newly obtained treasure with, Lena slowly felt herself sinking away into a nightmare of pain and darkness. She fainted the moment he let out a bestial grunt in vigor as he released every drop of his masculinity in the virgin womb. She woke up a short hour after her sexual debute, but hurt for days after that first encounter.
After months of being taken by him, Mister, several times a week, the hurting started to diminish. Eventually he started to lubricate her better before entering her. Not to lessen her pain, but to protect his precious property. He wanted her clean and undamaged. Last time he made her his, the bruises were visible for days after. Likewise, her cuts didnât heal as quick as the first times. He had to take precautions to keep her in mint condition.
Lena got accustomed to her new life surprisingly fast. She learned what her master enjoyed quickly but more importantly, she learned to obey immediately, as well as to be silent to avoid any abusive behaviour. The few days a month sheâd have her period, Lena learned to avoid Mister. He wouldnât initiate sex, but he would be much more agitated than usual. Even the pill he commanded her to take, and which she did religiously, couldnât calm his revenge for not being able to use her as he pleased. Lena knew that as long as she was bleeding in a way which was not caused by Mister, she was a thorn in the eye of her cold-hearted master.
Besides that, her life was that of any ordinary servant. She had to serve her master during the day as well as during the night. She ran little errants within the residence and also stood near Mister at dinner in case he wanted anything. However, she never cleaned or did any of the regular tasks. Mister didnât want her frail skin to come in contact with any desinfecting substances. Her white skin was very important to him and he made sure she received the utmost care to keep it fully intact and flawless. This included many luxurious creams and bath articles. Bathing time became Lenaâs favourite moments of the week, when she was allowed âor actually, forced- to use all of the fine articles purchased especially for her. Her life knew both ups and downs in that sense. But she would soon learn that Mister would not be shy to damage her snow-white skin in order to esthetically improve his beautiful pet.
It was a random Sunday morning when Lena squatted down next to an open doorway which led to a rather small foyer. Mister had company from another man, or actually, another Mister. Mister told Lena she was not allowed to refer to his friend as any other way than Mister. So both Mister and Mister were in the foyer. It confused Lena a little herself. Although Mister, her own Mister, had not summoned for her, she was curious by nature and always felt the urge to be near when an interesting conversation took place. Her legs started to tremble by the uncomfortable position she was in, but squatting down was the only way sheâd be able to sprint away when someone would approach her. Both Misters would probably not be too appreciative of her eeves dropping.
However, the risc she took was big compared to the reward. It took Lena a lot of effort to understand what they were saying due to the amount of fancy words they used. Lena giggled softly when the other Mister said âBangkokâ because it sounded a lot like a dirty word, even though she had no clue what the word meant. The next moment she immediately kept quiet, because she heard them speaking of her. ââŚquite lovely. Rosa isnât as fine as she is.â Lena was surprised to hear a tone of pride in Misterâs voice as he replied âYes, she is exquisite. Even more so because she is as docile as a lamb and as agile as a cat, you can turn her in any way without worrying she will break a limb. You should have chosen a Russian girl instead of… where did she come from again?â âI believe it was Portugal. Or Spain. Some mediterranean country. Iâm not entirely sure, but I can assure you I do not recommend it. Her voice is too raspy for my liking now that she aged.â Mister laughed in a way that gave Lena the chills. âThen remove her vocal cords. A slave does not need to speak.â The other Mister smiled in a less enthusiastic manner. âPerhaps. Where is she anyway?â
Lena launched up in the air when she heard Mister call her. As she was about to take a step forward, she held her position for a few seconds to pretend as if she wasnât near the foyer at all. She took a deep breath and timidly entered the foyer. âHello Lenaâ the other Mister kindly greeted her. Lena smiled at the warm and rather uncommon greeting, but as she saw Misterâs face she quickly held a strict face again. âHere!â he snarled as if he spoke to an insubordinate basset hound. As she took her position next to Mister âstanding, she wasnât allowed to sit unless Mister allowed her so, which was next to never- the two men continued their conversation.
As several minutes went by, the atmosphere of the conversation went grim. Mister became more and more unpleasant. He even punched her in her side when she squeeked while Mister pinched her to show his friend her mint condition. She didnât understand why Mister went so cruel, she was just standing there as she was meant to.
It didnât take long before Lena found out it wasnât she who upset Mister. ââŚwhen Rosa did. She must look exquisite under that fabric. Perhaps you canâŚâ âI donât think soâ Mister interrupted his guest. âAlso, I believe it is time I must excuse myself. I have business to attend to.â The other Mister, aware he had outstayed his welcome, kindly obliged and walked towards the doorway. âGood afternoon Andrewâ he nodded at Mister. ââŚand good afternoon, Lenaâ he added as he glanced at the young girl. However, before she could reply âas she was taught to do when someone addressed her- Mister stood in front of her, blocking her view.
âOut!â he snarled at Lena when the guest left. Lena knew better than to stay around and hastily made her exit, wondering what just happened. Mister was angry, thatâs for sure. She decided to head for the kitchen to grab an apple and while she munched the piece of fruit quietly âsomething which fit the strict diet Mister had ordered his servants to keep her to- she sat in a corner thinking about what the other Mister had done wrong.
It was dusk when she heard Mister yell for her. She found him in the same foyer as he was before; this time accompanied by another guest, a man she didnât know. Before getting in more trouble, she rushed towards the spot she stood earlier that day before Mister had to ask her to. Maybe that way she could get on his good side again. She shrieked as Mister yanked up her dress and revealed her bare genitals to this complete stranger. âShut upâ he hissed, âspread your legsâ. Lena did as she was told to, while she felt her face flush and avoided eye contact with either of the men. Mister touched her inner thigh and Lena felt a shiver. âThis would be a suitable placeâ he told the guest. The guest nodded, stood up, took several odd objects he had laid down on the floor and walked to a side of the room.
Lena was completely confused by now and felt incredibly uncomfortable standing there half naked. Mister apparantly read her thoughts, but didnât react the way she would have liked. âUndressâ he commanded her. âMisterâŚâ she squeeked and looked at the guest who squatted in front of the fireplace. Mister stood up and slapped her across the face. Lena felt her cheek burn but it didnât match the burning shame she felt inside. To avoid more abuse, she did as she was told. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, but was wise enough not to do so while Mister kept his eye on her.
âLay down on your backâ he commanded her. On the floor, Lena wondered if Mister wanted her to have sex with him. Or with the guest. Or both? âYou belong to me. No one will ever have you, for as long as you live. How long you will live, depends on you. Understood?â Lena nodded, not understanding why Mister repeated something which she already knew. âHold herâ the guest told Mister while he stood up. Mister leaned over Lena and held her wrists above her head with one hand, while his other hand pressed down on her neck. He didnât press hard enough to trouble her breathing, yet kept his grip firm enough to keep her neck in place. Lena didnât struggle. She didnât quite understand why Mister would want to hold her. Did he not know sheâd oblige to him or to the guest if he ordered her to?
The guest came closer, with one of the strange objects in his hand. Looking up, Lena could distinguish a long metal rod, completely black with a red tip. The guest kept both her left as her right leg tightly in place. Even though it hurt Lena, she didnât make a sound, afraid that Mister, who kept his eyes fixated on hers the entire time, would punish her. âYou are mineâ Mister stated once again.
A short second later, Lena screamed her lungs out. A hissing sound from her thigh mingled with her screams. A burning sensation jolted through her leg and bounced through her entire body. The pain was so unbearable Lena thought she was going to pass out any moment. While she felt equally hot tears roll down her cheeks she looked at Mister in pure desperation. Mister didnât move nor did his face show any sign of emotion. The hissing soon stopped and the guest got up. Even though the burning poke did no longer touch her skin, the searing hot pain still jolted through her body as painful as before. Mister, who took his hands off Lenaâs wrist, but kept his other hand firmly positioned on her neck, shook hands with the stranger and thanked him. The guest nodded and left without glancing at his burn victim once. His job was done and his paycheck would soon follow. A servant received the guest at the doorway and closed the foyer doors while escorting the guest towards the exit.
Finally, Mister let go of Lena. But Lena couldnât move due to the immense pain. Mister turned to look at her thigh. Through a haze of red, the letters âAâ and âGâ were clearly visible. âNow everyone will know you are my possession. No other man will ever lay a finger on youâ he smiled contently. All Lena could do was cry and cry. She couldnât move and she couldnât speak. She was mentally numbed down by the excruciating pain and traumatizing experience. All she could was hear how Mister unzipped his pants. As he stroked himself with one hand and his beloved pet with the other, Lena could hear his breathing speed up. She kept a straight look at the ceiling, unable to even so much as turn her head. From the corner of her eyes she saw the figure of Mister move downwards. Shortly after, she started to cry even louder as Mister ejaculated with a grunt and aimed his semen on top of the fresh burn wound.
He didnât take much time to enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss. Almost immediately he stood up, tucking his semi-flaccid penis back into his pants and zipped up. He didnât speak or look at Lena, but left her. She heard him command a servant to âpick her up and get rid of her for nowâ in the doorway. The rest she experienced as a blur of tears and trauma. It took several days before she had the strength to come out of her bed. It took a week before she was able to face Mister again. Even though she had received the ultimate gift of Mister, a sign of his dedication to her, she had never felt so worthless. But the pain faded away and the scar remained. She belonged to Mister, in every way a human, an object, could belong to someone.
—–
As she sat there in the silky blue dress she followed one of the fishes in particular. It wasnât swimming around calmly like the others, but it was always busy racing towards the corners. Lena figured the fish wanted to get out of that tight enclosure just as much as she did. She felt lonely, funny enough even more so when Mister was not around. In the end he was the only one paying attention to her existence. The rest of the servants ignored her. It was late spring and Mister left during that time to the city for business. He would only reside in, what Lena found out was just a summerhouse, in between meetings. She had no idea what kind of business he participated in, but she knew it would take a long time before he would come back again. Or so she learned in the three years that passed.
However, every few weeks he would come stay a weekend to get away from what surely was a hectic and stressful environment. But this summer was different. Mister hadnât visited the house in many weeks. She overheard the servants say to one another that he had been taken up by something they called a âhostile take-overâ, which sounded very important, even though Lena hadnât a clue what it was.
One day, as she was again pondering on Misterâs whereabouts, she felt a sudden nauscea and she held her stomach with a painful groan. Sheâd been feeling sick for days now. Luckily Mister wasnât at home or he would surely punish her. Simply for being sick and unusable. Lena learned that much by now, everything which made her unusable was automatically her fault. She had been sick just before Mister left too. Lena remembered those horrible days in which she had to throw up nearly every day. But he didnât care much for her situation and still forced intercourse on her twice that week. She decided to go inside the house to make sure she wouldnât catch a cold as well.
Weeks passed and Mister was still nowhere to be found. However, Lena wasnât bored. The servants, tired of her useless lingering around the house, buried her with chores and she adapted to a rhythm of working from six to six every single day. This didnât worry her much. What did worry her was the disease which didnât seem to go away. She dreaded the idea of it being a virus. The nauscea didnât stop and she often felt tired. Afraid of the consequences this could have, she didnât tell the servants anything but often went to bed right after dinner. Even dinner had become an odd ritual since Mister had left the residence. She felt lonely, but even more strangely, she felt more hungry. Lena had always been a petite girl with little appetite, but now she easily ate 3 portions of her regular supper. Lena dreaded her new appetite, she felt herself getting fatter, but at the same time she couldnât stop eating. Her anxiety only caused her to eat more. Seen as Mister wasnât around to decide her appearance and the servants simply didnât care, she started to wear wide-fitting clothes to hide the fact she gained weight.
One day, many weeks later, as Lena resided in the lounge she heard a familiar voice sound through the hallway. ââŚas well as three of the larger versions. I wish to have any notice on progress immediatelyâ. She immediately panicked and realizing the inevitable truth; Mister was home. The disease had gotten less, she didnât feel so nausceous anymore. But her stomach had grown to large proportions. Mister would kill her. She started to squeek in fear and curled up on the couch as much as her body size would allow her. âLenaâ he said shortly as he saw her, followed by a frown. âWhat on earth are you wearing? Get changed immediately!â he sneered at her. Lena was terrified; if she would get up he would surely notice how fat she was. If she didnât get up, disobeyed Mister, sheâd be in trouble. She slowly got up, trying to hide her stomach from his sight but there was little possibility she could hide it all.
She saw Mister turn pale. Then three shades of red. An explosion was nearing and Lena froze up, bracing herself for any physical trauma he was about to inflict. Instead, her master roared âGEOFFREY!â through the house. The elder butler, the one who guided Lena the first day and was, as she found out later, the head of the staff stormed in the room with a weird sense of elegance he always seemed to have. âYes sir?â he replied formally. âWould you be so kind to explain this to me?â he stepped forward grabbing Lena harshly by her upper arm and pulling her in front of him. Geoffrey turned the same pale colour as Mister did before. He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it knowing he didnât have an explanation. âI donât know, Sirâ he answered timidly. âSheâs been pregnant for months and you never even noticed it, you incapable idiot!?â he yelled right back at him.
Now it was Lenaâs turn to turn pale. âPregnantâŚâ she thought as she put a hand protectively on her stomach. She knew what that meant. There was a baby inside that fat belly? She never knew exactly how that process worked, only that it happened with sex and that a baby was the result. She learned only a little about it in the house. The woman would stand in front of them telling them to always take their contraceptive pill, or else⌠If it was at all possible, Lena turned even paler. She didnât understand. She took her pill every day, every single day. She never missed it once.
Suddenly Mister roared again, but this time it wasnât directed at anyone in particular. It seemed to be a hopeless scream followed by a more hopeless sigh. He realized what happened. He cursed himself for being such a fool. He should have known not to have sex with her when she was sick. Due to her frequent vomiting, her pill would have lost its effect. However, he was not planning to take the blame for this. The little slut forced herself upon him. She was the one tempting him with her seductive ways. She would pay for this. âSir..?â Geoffrey, still timid and clever enough to keep a low profile, tried to inform on Misterâs sudden outburst.
âYou are dismissed. Take the girl with you and lock her in her room until I know how to solve thisâŚâ he took a breath and regained his normal cold posture ââŚirregularity.â The butler grabbed her roughly and dragged her up the stairs. âYou stupid brat, youâre going to get me fired someday!â Showing no sign of taking her fragile state into account, he pushed her inside the room roughly and locked the room. Lena crawled up against the side of her simple bed, fearing the consequences of her behaviour, even though she still didnât quite understand how she could get pregnant in the first place. It didnât take long before the door clicked to unlock. Mister stood in the doorway, together with the elderly butler. âSir, are you sure youâŚâ he questioned carefully. âThis child will not be bornâ he replied coldly, cutting off the butlerâs words. âPlease provide medical attention to her when I finishâ he said as he entered the room, locking the door behind him.
Lena squeeked and hid behind the bed. âYouâve been a very bad girl, Lena. And bad girls get punished. Lay on the bed.â Lena, nausceous with fear, slowly crawled on the bed. Mister stepped closer and shoved her loose shirt up. As he stroked her bulging belly he sighed, realizing he was unable to take her to a clinic. Chances were that her pregnancy had already exceeded the limit of weeks for the girl to be able to have an abortion. The situation left him no choice.
Her high-pitched scream pierced through the room as the first blow of his fist hit the stomach full force. She pleaded him to stop as his fists rained down upon the fragile belly of the young girl. Lena rolled off the bed in desperation, nausceous and disorientated, holding her already bruised stomach and curled up in a ball to protect herself and the unborn child. This didnât stop his vengeful actions. He walked around the bed to meet Lenaâs small body. Her face was wet with tears and her breathing became hasty and irregular. As she crawled away from him she left a trail of blood behind on the poor wooden floor.
However, he wasnât convinced he destroyed the foetus yet. Instead of placing Lena, curled up yet again, back on the bed, he continued with his feet. He aimed his kicks with his leather semi-pointy shoes in between her limbs to hit the belly. Though small crackles sounded every so often -ribs breaking perhaps?- he continued his assault mercilessly, the next harder than the one before. Lena tried to protect herself futily by rolling around and waving her arms to stop the kicks, making the kicks she received from above land aimlessly everywhere on her body. She screamed and she pleaded. The longer the torture lasted the less sense her sentences made. âI, no, please, Mister, no, baby, canât, no, belly, Mis-, painâ she brabbled in an endless stream of emotionless words as the blood flow leaving her genitals became heavier.
After several minutes a lifeless Lena was placed back on the bed, while three servants were busy taking care of the injuries she suffered during the attack. A doctor, a close friend, had been called in as they were almost certain Mister broke several bones. âYou realise you could have killed her, Andrew?â the doctor replied in a worrying tone. âI had no choice, Leo. If she would have given birth⌠I canât raise a bastard child. Or let it leave the house. Imagine what it would do my reputation if they knew of her existence.â Lena, only semi-conscious, felt tears swelling up in her eyes again. She wasnât sure what hurt more, the injuries or the dehumanizing way they spoke of her.
âWell, everything has its consequences. You shouldâve paid more attention to her health and the effect it has on her intake of the pillâ Griffith nodded shortly in guiltful agreeance. As the doctor got up to leave he sighed. âWhatever you done to her, it didnât work. The foetus seems to be intact. The ultrasound shows a stabile heartbeat. However, you did a good number on the rest of her body. I suggest you donât try this again, or you might end up with a corpse.â He nodded shortly to Griffith and exited the house. Mister took a last look at Lena, realizing that regardless of his actions, this child would probably be born shortly. Nevertheless, heâd never let this worthless creature raise it as her own. He had other plans in store for the both of themâŚ
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