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In the Blink of an Eye

.In the Blink of an Eye.
I sit on the bench waiting for the bus feeling alone as usual. I’m almost always surrounded by people, including friends and family, and have a deep unending feeling of being alone on this hunk of rock we call home. I’ve listened to many conversations of the possible existence of extraterrestrials, and let me tell you, they do exist, just maybe not in the shape and form that you think. When you complete this entry, you’ll believe that I am not human, many call me an animal or inhuman, but I truly believe I am an Alien Life Form, trapped on this planet, searching for a way to pass the time till, my people come for me.
Since I can remember I have laughed at what other people feel ashamed of. I do not know this emotion, what does it mean to feel ashamed. Why should I feel bad or regret anything that I have done? This is me, if as so many people say GOD creates us all in his image, surely this is how GOD is. If GOD created us with free will, why should we feel shame at any decision we make. If this is GOD’s will, then I am just a soldier, following orders. Anger, Humor, Fear, Pride, these are emotions I can relate too. So what is SHAME?
I know many of you out there feel shame and worry every single day. I do not every decision I make is the right, Did I cut that person off, Was I rude to a fellow worker, Should I have let my child go to that party, these and many more questions you so called normal people struggle with every single day. I invite you to a place of total peace and tranquility, where no thought, decision, or outcome is the wrong one.
I step on the bus, and feel pride at the fact that I appear unassuming and unhazardous. I am 5’11”, 180, I am taught and much stronger than I appear, but where baggy clothes to mask that fact. I am bi-racial and could pass for Black, Latino, Native American, Samoan, and Hawaiian, in point of fact I have been asked if I am all of these. I wear glasses, because I have found no one ever suspects violence or abnormal behavior from people who have a disability. I pass by my fellow riders, catching quick glances, on my way to the rear of the bus. No one notices me, I love the fact that I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Humanity as a species, wouldn’t not have survived, if we had developed the ability of mind reading. People think all kinds of fucked up things, but never have the testicular fortitude to act or even voice their thoughts. I’m a people watcher, a useful hobby, I have perfected. The white guy with the hard hat, sitting in the front of the bus, that wrinkles his nose as if he smells something funky, as the young black kid, with sagging jeans passes by, closet racist. They woman that looks away, as the young Black or Latino mother with two kids under 6 years old, thinks to herself well fare , as the mother walks by. All these things happen in the blink of eye, maybe without even a conscious thought, but I notice everything. The young man watching a scantily dresses woman, walk to the back of the bus. He closes his eyes imagining her naked and what he would do to her given the chance.
I watch number 45 step on the bus, and pay her fare. She sports the slender yet muscular build of an athlete. Since she is petite, I picture tennis or golf. I notice her lily white skin, dark blond hair, long toned legs, arrow straight posture, designer hand bag, and shoes. She grew up in a well to do area, and probably went to private school. I see a small unobtrusive ring, near perfect necklace of white pearls, solid power color dress, and think to myself, paralegal , executive assistant, or teacher. She wears a light jacket close around her, which tells me she is not aware of her beauty, she is shy and introspective. She is not aware of every male eye watching her as she, walks to the back of the bus. She sits down and tugs at the hem of he dress anxiously, glances quickly at me and as quickly turns away. I notice a sparkle in her eye as she glances at my lap, and see the novel laying there.
“Hello”, she says after a barely discernible swallow.
“Hi,” I respond giving her a quick once over, that she doesn’t notice.
My, My, quite shy aren’t we I think to myself as I watch her.
“What are you reading,” she asks nodding towards the book laying on my lap.
“Stephen King’s Bag of Bones,” I say looking into her emerald green eyes.
“I love that book,” she says excitedly, “It’s one of my favorites.”
I’ve found something that may pull her out of her shell, I think next.
“It’s one of my favorites as well,” I reply reassessing my early evaluation of her and adding librarian to the list of professions, “I love how he turned a ghost story into a romance novel.”
“Oh, I know,” she says with a sigh, “I love how he expressed the way his character felt about his wife’s death, and how he was dealing with it.”
Definitely a bookworm, has had only a few relationships that most likely ended badly, likes book romance better than real life romance. Waiting for her Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet.
“I think he may possibly be the best writer in the world, right now.”
“There are a lot of great writers out there,” she says pushing her glasses up and giving me a quick once over, “ I don’t do this often, but I’m in a book club you may like. We meet at different people’s houses every week and discuss the book of the week, I meet so few people now a days that read, I just thought…”
This is almost to easy I think to myself, is she really that naive.
“That sounds great,” I say as she begins to fumble with her words, biting her lower lip nervously, “What book are you reading for next week?”
“We are reading another Stephen King book, The Stand,” she tilting her head down and looking away demurely, “It’s kind of long, so you might not have enough time to finish it.”
“I have read it several times,” I reply shifting in my seat so I can get a better look at her, “It is probably my all time favorite King book.”
“Well then you’ll be able to come,” she says smiling and blushing slightly.
“Here is my card,” I say pulling out a card that shows me to be a rare book collector for a well known auction house, “ Give me a call, and let me know the when and where.”
“I will,” she says gracing me with another sparkling white smile. “ We meet on Wednesday nights, at a different person’s house. The host usually provides some wine and cheese, or some other finger food, you can bring something if you like.”
“I’ll think about that,” I say smiling at her.
“Here’s my stop,” she says standing up quickly, “I’ll call you this weekend to give the address, an in flux of fresh blood is just what our little group needs. Plus it’ll be nice to have a man’s opinion on things for a change.”
This is too easy, I think to myself again as I watch her climb down the rear steps of the bus and apparently head towards a coffee shop up the street, “I could take her tonight if I really wanted to,says one side of brain. “Wait, be patient, the chase is half the fun,” says the other side if my brain.
I get off the bus one block up, from where number 45 got off. I walk towards the coffee shop, she appeared headed to and watch her walk in just before I arrive at the door. I walk up behind her and hear he order an Earl Grey, with light cream. I step up and order the same thing, and quickly step up behind her at the register.
“This one is on me,” I say to the cashier with a wink.
“Oh no, that’s ok,” forty-five says reaching into her purse, “I’ll pay for myself.”
“It’s the least I can do,” I say reaching out and gently removing her hand from her purse, “After such a nice invitation.”
“Oh, it’s you,” she says glancing back at me blushing and smiling again, “That’s ok, please I can pay…”
“No, No, I insist,” I say lifting her hand and kissing it, “ I must repay my lady for such a gracious invitation.”
“Well then sir, such a noble gesture,” she says with a small curtsey, “Shall not be denied.”
The cashier looks at us as if we are crazy and then accepts my card. After she swipes it, we walk to a a corner both at the front of the cafe, right next to the window. I bow and offer her the seat next to the window, she sits down and then nods for me to sit down. I sit and take a sip of my tea, and watch her do the same. I wait for her to speak first.
“You are quite a nice surprise,” she says sipping again, “Most people aren’t able to speak in Old English, any more.”
“I love Shakespeare,” I say taking another sip, looking at her over the cup.
“I love the way, he made the language flow,” she says closing her eyes with a sigh.
“One of my greatest finds, was a complete set of Shakespeare’s works.”
“Oh, I don’t know how you gave that up.” she says with a shudder, “ I would of kept them for myself.”
“It was a good bit out of my price range,” I say with a laugh, “I would of loved to, but I could never afford that.”
“I know what you mean, my salary barely pays my bills,” she says giggling lightly.
“You know my profession, my dear lady, might I know what you do for a living.”
“I’m a scribe, dear sir,” she replies quickly changing her answer, “I mean I am a librarian.”
“That must be an interesting job,” I say purposely starring at her to watch her blush again, “All those old tomes to pour over. You could never know, all the first editions I’ve read ,before turning them over to the auction house.”
“I can imagine,” she replies dreamily, “I love to go into the reserved section, and feel the old paper rustle beneath my fingers. What’s it like to find those rare books for others, and not be able to have one or two for yourself?”
“I have a few autographed first editions . They are mostly contemporary authors, but..” I say giving her a nonchalant wink.
“I’d love to see your collection,” she says excitedly,then blushes at her own forwardness
“I’ll bring you one next week,” I say laughing to myself knowing, I’m stealing her heart, “You can see it after we discuss The Stand.”
“The group would love that,” she says lowering her head and hiding her eyes, “They will be amazed to have some one with your expertise involved in the group.”
“Be sure and call me,” I say standing up making ready to leave, “I’m really looking forward to discussing the book with all of you.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow or Sunday,” she says, “ I think the group will love you.”
“That’s good to hear. I love a heated discussion on almost any subject, it allows me to use my debate team skills,” I say picking up my cup and turning towards the entrance.
“I know what you mean,” she replies with another giggle, “I sometimes pick an opposing position, just to argue.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I say with a wink just before turning out the door, “Just by the by might I ask your name.”
“My name is Joan,” she replies, “Joan Stipkovitcz, and yours good sir?”
“Terrance” I reply taking her hand a kissing it again, “I look forward to hearing from you, Joan.”
I step out the and stand next to the window for a moment, and watch her give herself a slight hug. I know she’ll call me tomorrow if not tonight. I’ve chosen another victim in the blink of an eye. I head down the street and hail a cab. I tell the cabbie where I’m headed, then lean back in the cab and close my eyes.
So sweet and innocent I think picturing her in my mind. This shall be fun, I have her hooked already. It amazes me sometimes, how naive and trusting people are. I picture Joan laid out on the bed, trembling beneath my gentle caress, goose bumps covering her pale skin.
I arrive at my residence without realizing how much daydreaming I have been doing. I sit at the computer, doing a small amount of research on my new friend. The internet is an amazing thing, with it almost nothing is private any more, everything is at the tips of your fingers, once you know where to look. After only five minutes I have a senior picture, address, phone number, and credit rating. I knew she had no record, her family lived twenty-six hundred miles away on the other side of the country. I knew she had graduated cu-ma-sum-laude from a small liberal arts college mere blocks from her address. I knew her salary, I knew she went to Cancun last year on vacation. I knew she had a Sphinx cat from the pictures of her face book page. What more do I need to know? Her whole life is laid out in front of me.
I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine, and drink it as I prepare dinner. Just as I sit down to dinner the phone rings, I let the machine answer, already knowing who it is.
“ Uh, this is Joan, I’m not sure you remember but,we met on the bus earlier today,” she says into the phone, “I was just giving you a call, to um…”
“Hello, Joan,” I say picking up the receiver, knowing that she is close to hanging up, “I was waiting for you to call, I just sat down to dinner.”
“I’m so sorry, I can call you back, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she stutters out.
“No worries, your not interrupting anything important, please tell me where we are meeting this week.”
“We are meeting at my friend Monica’s apartment this week,” Joan says quietly almost as if she is expecting me to yell at her, “I can give you directions.”
“OK then.”
“She lives over on Milan Ave. The address is 1315, apartment 4 D,I hope you will come,” she says almost pleading, “I really think you’ll enjoy it.”
“What time do you usually meet,” I ask.
“We meet around seven-thirty.”
“I’ll be there, with bells on,” I say and wait for what I know is coming next.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says shyly, “But I was wondering if you’d like to meet for dinner tomorrow night, I’m sure you have plans, but thought I’d give it a try.”
“Actually I’m free tomorrow night,” I say chuckling in my head, “I’d love to see you. Why don’t you come to my apartment and we can cook dinner together.”
“Oh you wouldn’t want that,” Joan replies giggling, “I’m a horrible cook.”
“I’m positive that you are not horrible at anything,” I say picturing her covering her mouth as she giggles again.
“No really, I’m not very good at cooking, I usually just order out.”
“Well then, this a situation we will have to remedy, won’t we,” I say laughing with her, “Your first lesson will commence tomorrow night at seven.”
“Well, I barely know you, but you do seem so nice,” she says dreamily, “Do you mind if I bring a friend with me, just to be safe?”
“You, can bring whatever you like, to make you more comfortable,” I say knowing this is just a bluff.
“OK, then we’ll be there at seven,” Joan says, “Can I bring anything with me?”
“Just you,your friend, and two pairs of helping hands,” I say.
“OK, see you tomorrow then Terrance,” Joan says as she hangs up the phone.
I sit back down to dinner picturing her shaking her head in disbelief, at her own nerve. I love the shy quiet ones, they are usually the best in bed. The quieter they are in life, the wilder they are in bed, as a rule of thumb, have you found this to be true? I finish dinner and drive to the supermarket to buy the items which we will be cooking. Once done there I stop and purchase a couple bottles of wine, from the private winery near by.
As I fall asleep that, I do so with a smile, thinking of the new plaything I will acquire tomorrow, and add to my collection. I fall asleep with my customary ease, having no conscience makes it easy to fall asleep. I wake up in the morning and sit down to eat breakfast, a bagel and hot tea. Then I go for a run. I love to run, and feel the wind rushing over my body, almost like I’m soaring, that’s also why I own a OCC bike. After working a good sweat with the run, I hit the weights. Lifting is a great to cool down from a run, especially since I rarely lift for bulk. High reps low weight, great for definition. I finish my daily routine with some ab work, and head to the shower.
I stroke my cock picturing my new toy, that I get to play with later. Imaging what I’m going to do with and with out her permission. I finish myself and then my shower. I sit around the house absentmindedly watching college football, and mentally preparing for tonight’s festivities. I prepare the bedroom, and my tools. I dress quickly around 6:45 putting on a nice light blue, button down shirt and a pair of ball hugging blue jeans that show my package off quite nicely. I daub my neck and wrists with Aqua Digio cologne, and I am just setting up my IPOD play list , as I hear a knock at the door. I turn on the fire place, and check myself in the mirror as I walk past it, to open the door. I see immediately I was right about her bluff, as I open the door and see her standing there all alone. She is breath taking in a pair of tight hip hugging blue jeans, and a tight white sweater, that show her perky small breasts. She is holding her copy of the Stand in one hand, and a unpretentious bottle of wine in the other.
“I know you told me not to bring anything,” she says tucking her hair behind an ear absentmindedly, “ But I hate coming to anyone’s house empty handed.”
“That’s fine,” I say taking the bottle from her and stepping aside to let her in, “I’ll it put out to breathe, why don’t you pick some music from my IPOD on the mantle there.”
“OH. Let’s see what you have,” she says loud enough for me to hear as I walk into the kitchen.
I place her bottle of wine on the counter top and then pour two glasses from the bottle I had opened earlier. I hear Nina Simone come over the speakers as I’m walking back with the wine.
“Your selection is eclectic,” Joan says as she sees me enter the room, “ I have always loved a roaring fire as well, it seems to be a living thing.”
“Here we go Joan,” I say offering her one of the glasses.
“Thank you,” she says immediately taking a sip, “MMM very good.”
“I must admit to being a bit of a wine connoisseur as well,” I say just before taking a sip.
“Well you must know your wines as well as you know your rare books, if this,” Joan says titling her glass towards me, “is any indication of your knowledge.”
“Why thank you very much,” I say watching her drain her glass, “ Would you like another glass?”
“Yes, very much,” Joan says nodding her head.
“I’ll be right back then,” I say as I watch her stifle a small burp with her hand, and then give her a wink “ Don’t go any where.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for you.” Joan says a starts to look through the IPOD again.
“Should I fuck her before or after dinner,” I ask myself walking into the kitchen. “Let her decide” says my logical voice, “She’s close to starting it now, she all nervous and jittery, I bet after she finishes that second glass of wine, she’ll be all over you.” I hear a Robert Johnson ‘ The Walkin Blues’ burst from the speakers, as I am coming through the doors. She stands at the mantle shimmying in front of the fire,
looking smooth and sensuous.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Joan says covering her mouth in a nervous laugh.
“That’s ok , I love to see people enjoying their music,” I reply handing her her second glass of wine.
“You have great taste in music, not many people our age appreciate this type of music.”
“A lot of people miss out on great things be it music, books, food, because they are afraid to try something different,” I say and then finish my wine.
“So what did you have in mind for dinner tonight,” Joan asks.
“I was thinking of making veal Parmesan, but using venison instead of veal, roasted Italian herd red potatoes, and maybe a chocolate mouse for desert, how does that sound,” I ask waiting to see if she balks at the venison.
“What is venison?”
“Venison is deer meat, very tasty and very healthy for you,” I say as she finishes her wine, “ It a lot leaner than beef or pork, and tastes exquisite, have you ever tried it?”
“ No I haven’t tried it before,” Joan answers shaking he in that cute way she has, “ I heard it has a different taste, I’m game to try it though. I totally agree with what you said about people missing out because of their fear of the unknown.”
“Well I have marinated the meat in the wine we’re drinking now, that’ll take care of the gamey flavor.”
“May I use your restroom.” she asks standing up.
“Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left,” I say gesturing my directions, “ Just meet me in the kitchen when your done.”
I walk into the kitchen as she walks towards the bathroom. I set everything we need on the counter and pour two more glasses of wine, waiting for her to come back from the bathroom. Once she arrives in the kitchen, we begin to prepare dinner, while sipping our wine. I can tell she is beginning to relax a little, since she has removed her sweater to reveal a silken sleeveless tank top. We carry on the normal first date conversation, as we fix dinner. Where did you grow up, What were your parents like, First Kiss, First Boyfriend/Girlfriend, all while a steady flow of Jazz and Blues float in from the other room.
She is starting to feel tipsy, as we adjourn to the hearth to eat our meal, and has barely touched her most recent glass of wine. We move to the more intimate questions, between bites of food, and I can see in her eyes that she is falling in love with me. Just as we are finishing our meal Apocolyptica’s Unforgiven come through the speakers.
“That is one of the most soulful songs, I’ve ever heard,” she say standing up shakily and starting to dance slowly again.
I stand up and bow, then take her hand as we slowly move around the living room carefully avoiding the china, strewn in front of the fire place. I can feel her melt in my as my arms encompass her, she hugs herself to tightly to me, with her head settling perfectly on my shoulder. She looks into my eyes as the song ends and we stand there in a warm embrace, I see a few tears plunge to her cheek from her lower lashes.
“What’s wrong,” I ask tightening my grip slightly.
“Oh I’m sorry, it just the wine and the song, it’s just me being silly,” she says pulling away slightly.
“Don’t apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for,” I say lightly stroking the back of her head.
“You make me feel safe and warm and, and,…..,” she mumbles before planting a deep kiss on me.
I’m not surprised, but am a little taken aback by the ferocity of her kiss. It seems to last for ever as we both break apart at the same, panting to catch our breathe. She looks at me and then we dive back in for another kiss. As we break apart this time, Nina Simone’s ‘Feelin Good’ comes on . We begin to dance again, slowly more like sex with our cloths on.
“Take me, I’m yours,do what you want,” she whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe.
I scoop her into my arms, letting her feel my strength, and carry her to the bedroom, as she nibbles on my ear lobe and down my neck. I lay her down on the bed, and then join her. We stroke each others face and hair as we lay in the bed kissing. Our tongues and fingers commence searching at the same time. We rub each other tenderly at first, and then her fingers fumble at the buttons on my shirt. Joan slides her hands inside the shirt and lightly rakes her nails along my sides making me tingle. I grab her wrist and pull her hand away, then slide my hands under her shirt finding her small perfectly formed breasts, and feeling her nipples come to life as I rub them lightly with my finger tips. She moans very quietly her breath tickling my ear, that she has resumed munching on. I tug her shirt over her head as she lifts her arms over her head slips out , and slides her mouth to my chest, gently kiss me all over my chiseled upper torso.
“I no idea you were so well defined,” Joan says between pecks.
“I like to stay in shape,” I respond as I fumble with her jeans.
“So toned yet sensitive,” Joan says running her hands up and down my side again watching me shudder.
I get her jeans open and slide them off, as her hands reach out to my jeans top and she starts to work my zipper. I can feel my self bulging against the zipper, knowing she’ll be pleased once she gets my pants off. She pulls my jeans off just as I find her pulsing clitoris, Joan moans as she struggles to get my jeans off. My jeans slide off as I begin work her clit in a circle, first slowly and gently then picking up speed and strength as I go along. She grabs my shaft, stroking it gently between both of her palms, as she bucks and writhes under my touch. She rubs faster and then grabs my face and pulls into a kiss, her tongue searching desperately for mine. I gently run my finger down and back to open her slit, stopping back at the clit, and working it, until I think she is ready too cum and the going back to working her labias. She slides under around so we are in a sixty-nine position, and begins to lick my head and shaft. I stick my face into her crotch and feel the goose bumps breakout on her back and buttocks as I pull myself into her, a begin to lick her lips and clitoris.
Don’t stop, Don’t stop,” she says between licks then muffles a moan by swallowing half my cock in one gulp.
I plunge two fingers into her soft pink opening. She tightens her grip on me moving up and down quickly as if she is trying to inhale the entire length. I know I’ve found her G-spot when she starts humming with me in her mouth. I roughly rub her perfect spot, while sucking and gently gnawing her clit. She pulls me out of her mouth, gives the head one last suck and then I can feel her muscles spasm around my fingers inside her.
“Yes, Yes, Oh GOD YES,” she yells out as I feel her cum all over my fingers.
She immediately spins on the bed, pulls my fingers from inside her and sticks them in her mouth. I stand up and grab her legs and pull her pussy back to my face and stick my tongue into her still convulsing vagina. She taste exquisite, she pulls my face into her with two handfuls of hair and begins to grind her hips against me. She rubs her clit while I probe her with my tongue, and feel her cum again, as I watch her nearly do a head stand on the bed, arching her back. As I pull away she sits up quickly, and kisses me again and we share her juices. She wraps her legs around my waist as we hug and kiss, and then twist some how so that we land on the bed with her on top of me.
“My turn,” she says then pinches my nipples.
I open my mouth in an O of surprise as she begins to rub her dripping pussy up and down my length, getting me back to my peak size. I feel her reach down and place me inside here and shift immediately up and the slide back down. As she slides back up she grips me, like a tight fitting glove, and then impales herself on my cock. I feel that little hit on the tip of my cock, as I hit bottom every time she slides down my entire length.
“Your hung like a horse,” Joan says arching her back and sliding faster and faster, “ You can hit that spot all night long.”
We are both starting to sweat and I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to last as long as possible. She rakes my chest with her nails, and the moves her hands to cover mine and we hold hands, as we both utter cries as we cum in unison. They pressure on my hands get stronger and her cries turns into a guttural wolf howl. I open my eyes and see a full blown werewolf astride me.
“I enjoyed this immensely human, much more pleasure than most of you kind can give me,” she says as she watches me struggle under her iron grip, “I’ve always enjoyed hunting a hunter. The smell of death and ruin hang about you, in a clouded stench. How many have you taken before me?”
“You were to be number forty-five,” I say while gasping for breath struggling to break free.
“That is an impressive number for one so young,” she say and the runs her her tongue around her snout, “Alas, but your time her has ended.”
“Wait, Wait,” I yell as I try to heave her off of me with one mighty final push and fail.
I feel the bite of her teeth as she penetrates my flesh and savagely pulls back ripping flesh and tendons with her knife like teeth. I feel the blood spurting from my wounded vessels and the last thing that passes through my mind is “Isn’t it funny how life can change in the blink of an eye?”

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Fantasy

Kathy Becomes a Human Breeding Slave P.1

(This is my first story and criticism is highly welcome. There may be a part 2 if this gets positive reviews. it’s a fantasy of mine that I really enjoy and I hope you do too. I must admit it begins slow but then it quickly heats up.)
Kathy Becomes A Human Breeding Slave (part 1)
Kathy woke up after an amazingly restful sleep, she bunched up the blankets to her face for warmth. She knew that it was going to be one of those mornings where you just writhe in bed, with your mind wondering aimlessly for hours. The room was very dark, she realized this after about an hour of laying in bed.
“This bed is so damn soft” she thought as she spread herself out on it, enjoy the feeling of the sheets on every crevice of her body. It was as if she was sleeping on clouds
“Why is it so dark? What happened to her bed room window?”, Kathy thought recollecting the position of her bed to her window in her own bed room. She sat up weakly as if she had been sleeping for days.
Another realization had just crossed her mind and caused her much distress- this was not her bed, the blankets were too soft and fluffy and there were too many pillows, which she had little difficulty in differing from the ones you would find on her actual bed since she was completely naked and could feel the sheets with her entire body! Something is very very wrong, Kathy never slept in the nude.
She began to panic and jumped out of the bed and immediately began to feel her way around the pitch black room. The first thing she discovered about her new environment was that the floor was very smooth, like plastic. She had felt along the walls all around the bed, they must have been made of the same substance that made up the floor. There was no obvious exits, no doors, no windows, not even furniture beyond that of the bed she found herself in when she awoke, It was as if she woke up in a plastic box. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she was scared, she curled up in a ball in the corner hoping it was all a nightmare. She couldn’t remember how she had arrived here or even falling asleep in the first place or her last cognitive thoughts before going to sleep to wake up here.
She felt her wrist and felt a plastic like device wrapped tightly around it, possibly made of the same substance as the floor and walls. It wouldn’t come off. It was so light it was no wonder she hadn’t realized it was there until just now yet it was solid as a rock and would not leave its position from her wrist as if it were bolted to her skeleton.
She stayed there in that corner for several minutes until finally lit up the room, slowly, so her eyes could adjust with out the shock. She looked around and she saw exactly what she imagined the room to look like, smooth flat white walls, white ceiling, white floor, even the bed she could now see was completely white, mattress and all. She stood up and quickly looked under the bed as if there might be some sort of trapped door or way in or out under there with no success. Hell, there wasn’t even a source of light in the room, it just looked like the walls themselves were evenly illuminating the room.
She then began to study the device on her wrist. It was white and glossy like the rest of the room but had a screen and a few square buttons next of it, the screen was blank and She was still extremely frightened.
She heard a loud beeping noise and a flashing light coming from the device followed by a feeling of relaxation, her worries began to melt away but not as if she was drugged, she was still very much sober. The device began to speak with a female sounding voiced, it sounded almost robotic with little emotion but emphasis on certain words. Her initial thought of it was how soothing it was to hear another persons voice even if it is just that of a machine.
“Welcome Kathy Smith, You are no doubt wondering where you are and why you are here. The device on your wrist has given you a small sedative because you were having a panic attack. However I cannot tell you about your current location I can tell you that you will be given orders at specific times of the day and if you do not follow our orders the device on your wrist will give you a series of painful shocks until you do. This is part of an experiment on mechanics of the body of the human species.”
After the device tells her this a space on the wall lights up accompanied by a ding sound with black numbers saying “6:30 AM” and below that “Day 1”.
The device began to speak again, “If you need to use the bath room simply touch the highlighted area on the wall to your left” with that a door shaped area of the wall to her left began to glow blue with the letters “BR” on it. “you may maintain your hygiene with this, this is not optional, you will be required to: shower, brush your teeth three times a day with mouth wash + flossing at least once a day.”
The effects of the sedative were still being administered to Kathy who couldn’t seem to manage to become worried about being trapped in a inescapable room naked, she simply sat on the bed listening to her orders attentively.
Right now you must bathe and brush your teeth
At 8 O’ clock AM you will be given your breakfast. Followed by brushing your teeth
AT 11 O’ clock AM you will be given your first order which you will be required to fulfill,
At 3 O’’ clock PM you will be given lunch. Followed by brushing your teeth
At 5 O’ clock PM you will be given your second set of orders.
At 9 O’ clock PM you will be given dinner after which you will be required to brush your teeth along with flossing, clean yourself and go to sleep and then await your orders for tomorrow which may differ from those you have been given today.”
Kathy began to come out of her relaxed state a little and into a state of “WTF” as the device ended its list of instructions.
“Please do not panic, we mean you no harm at all. When we are finished with our tests you may return home.”
With the device stopped glowing, it remained silent for the several minutes Kathy spent contemplating how the fuck she got her self stuck in this sick, fucked up situation. She thought hard, her last memory was playing World of Warcraft all night, perhaps she fell asleep while playing but she doesn’t recall ever feeling drowsy. What the fuck was she going to do? For a while she thought that this must be some sick perverts rape basement and this is some fucked up fantasy of his but further speculation of the room would prove that was an unlikely theory but the only other reason is that she actually is in an alien cell and she is some sort of experiment which itself was somewhat difficult to accept for some odd reason.
Kicking the walls did nothing but hurt her bare foot and make her fall on her naked ass resulting in her wrist device flashing and making her too calm to want to do it again. It was only by touching the highlighted door the device had made out to be a bathroom did she find any sort of escape from the room she had woken up in. The highlighted area on the wall flashed and was gone, in its place was the entrance to another room. She entered cautiously.
It was definitely a bath room, spacious though and completely white. It had a toilet, a sink, and a luxuriously large bath tub with 4 shower heads. Opposite the entrance of the bathroom between the bath tub and the toilet/sink wall was a wall that was entirely made up of a glass mirror. She checked her back to make sure there was nothing attached to it like the device on her wrist, nothing. All she had on her was her thick nerdy glasses and the device secured to her wrist. She began to observe herself in the mirror as all 16 year old teenage girls do and she found humor in the fact that at the moment that her body was all she could think of, possibly a result of the sedative currently coursing through her veins. She looked herself up and down, she hated her body, she was short (5’2) with a bit of a belly and the butt of a girl who never gets any exercise (too much Warcraft) and a completely flat chest that made her look like a little girl, she hated it. All of this made her shape sort of goofy looking but this was mostly just in her head most guys would describe her as kinda cute but not quite sexy. She did however acknowledge that she had a cute face that you could only find on nerdy girls, with nice long straight light brown hair. which always brought up her spirits after looking into a mirror but this time she couldn’t bring herself to smile in the mirror like she usually does because of her current situation. She checked the time which appeared on the area of the wall in front of the sink again, it read “7:22”.
The device began to speak again, “You must bathe and brush your teeth now, failure to do so will result in intense pain”. The idea of which horrified Kathy.
She began the shower which had only one knob which she found strange, the four shower heads began to produce warm water, not too hot, not too cold just perfect. She stepped in and began to clean her self rubbing a bar of soap between her legs and up to her crotch and between the cheeks of her ass. And dried off with a towel that simply appeared in a flash on the wall, once dry she dropped it on the floor, there was another flash and it was gone. She brushed her teeth and thought the tooth paste taste very strange but tried to not think about it too much. She looked around looking for her clothes to put on only to realize she didn’t have any fricken clothes to put on and began feeling stupid, no clothes would appear.
She touched the wall and walked back into the main room, she began to feel worried again, and again the device would beep and with that she no longer worried.
The room had changed, next to the bed was a computer like device, in the middle of the room there was a table with a char. After becoming acquainted with her new environment the clock struck 8 O clock and the device on her wrist said, “Now is time for breakfast you will drink all of it.”
In a flash a clear cup formed on the table in the middle of the room and was filled with a blue liquid.
“This is breakfast, she said aloud?” Looking at the cup with a dumb founded face “You have got to be kidding me.”
These were actually the first words she has said since she got here that weren’t loud curses or interjections.
With that an intense pain began to grow in her wrist, up her arm and eventually her whole body and she screamed, “FINE I’LL DRINK IT FOR FUCK SAKE”. The pain subsided but there was still some pain in her wrist, possibly a reminder of her punishment and how easily it could be brought back.
She grabbed the cup and downed it all, at first she tried drinking the blue liquid as fast as possible but soon found that it wasn’t that bad. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before yet it tasted like something she has always craved, it was strange to say the very least. After downing the cup she realize that she no longer felt hungry, in fact she felt completely satisfied yet not stuffed, it was a nice feeling she thought as the pain in her wrist stopped immediately. She is definitely not in some perverts basement. The device spoke.
“Very well done Kathy! You will await your next orders, in the mean time you may entertain yourself with a library of human literature and music stored on the device next to your new bed. The device is not unlike the one found in your room so it should be simple to figure out.”
Kathy studied it, it was basically the computer in her room but made of the plastic substance that made up almost everything else in the room and was only a monitor with a mouse and keyboard. And no wires to be found anywhere.
She sat down and activated it, it was very simple the library of books and music stored on it was tremendous, the computer possibly had the worlds largest collections of literature and music and even though she never read much she did eventually settled into reading one of the books it had to offer even if it was out of sheer boredom of roaming around what seemed to be the only two available rooms in the whole damn place.
She got lost in the book she was reading and lost track of time, before she knew it, it was 11 O’ clock and the device was once again telling her what she has to do.
“Kathy, its time to begin your daily exercises, you will be told to exercise everyday to make you healthier and more fit.” the device said with a hint of cheeriness in its synthetic voice.
Kathy thought of all the episodes of the Twilight Zone where some alien cooks human beings and eats them.
Beep! Beep! Beep! those thoughts were gone now.
“Failure to do so with result in punishment. You will find your gym to the opposite wall from your bathroom.” With that a new glowing door shaped entrance appeared across the table from the bathroom. “Go now”
Knowing what will happen if she didn’t obey Kathy put her hand on he wall and it opened in a flash. She walked in, another white room but this one had strange equipment which resembled work out gear and benches but sleeker looking, and made of the same material.
“Here we will have you exercise everyday and test your body vitals and overall state of health. You will now be scanned to determine a quality exercise schedule.”
A light engulfed her body for a few seconds which would have freaked her out hadn’t it been for those great wonder drugs they keep shooting into her!
“Scan complete, your first exercise will be on the treadmill for a designated period of time.”
Kathy thought this must be some sort of fat joke but she was really incapable of getting too upset at the moment. She found the tread mill and stepped on, it began slow and a green meter appeared on the wall and the device explained.
“the meter determines how long you will run for today, when it depletes your cardio will end your weight training for today will begin, failure to complete either will result in pain. You are not incapable of finishing the exercise our scans have confirmed it.”
“Oh fuck” Kathy thought, “I cant even fake being too tired with these ass holes”
The sedatives began to immediately wear off and the tread mill began to gain speed. She ran the entire allotted time and it was only after the meter had run out and after a few punishments did she realize just out of shape she really was. They then did some light weight lifting. At one point she was so exhausted that she thought there was no way she could go on, the device on her wrist began to beep and all of a sudden she had a sudden jolt of energy. It must have given her the energy to finish the exercise. Yet after all that she practically had to crawl back into the main room into the bed and lay down, she was not allowed to sleep during what the clock would insist is day time and if she did she would begin to feel the pain again. She decided to take a shower since she stank so much of Body Oder, her entire body was drenched with sweat from the intense work out. It felt like every muscle in her body was broken, the bed soaked up most of her sweat until she mustered the strength to pull herself up and bathe herself. Later when she would return she would see that the sheets of her bed had been changed, this would happen every time she left and came back.
While washing herself off she thought to herself, not having to undress, “Why me?”
The device on her wrist responded to her thoughts, “We only choose human specimens who will most appreciate out services and also have the least to lose from being removed from their habitat”
“Great” she thought, “Not only can it read by thoughts but it knows I’m a loser.”
She would have to entertain herself with a books and music until lunch which of course was another glass of blue shit. The device began to explain the blue substance has everything her body will ever need and then some. A new file appeared on the computer near the bed in the main room explaining some of the dynamics of her new life. The device doesn’t administer sedatives or drugs it turns out but rather restrains the chemicals in her body that cause her to panic and Worry. The jolt of energy she received were extra adrenaline when she absolutely needed it. It went into further detail but it was mostly about the chemicals and nutritional facts about the meals she was going to be given and details on how to operate the wrist device but she couldn’t manage to turn it on, Supposedly she could see her vitals with it and her organ function but no go, it wouldn’t activate and the screen remained blank. It also mentioned little things like how the tooth paste they have will completely repair her teeth and went on to explain its chemical composition which she couldn’t understand at all.
The orders she received at 5 O’ clock were simply to tell her that she was going to receive another body scan which she was thankful for because she would die if she had to exercise again. The day went on rather mundanely.
She had dinner, which was blue stuff again…
And then she bathed and brushed and she went to her bed, the lights dimmed and eventually went out in unison with the light of the computer monitor.
Despite probably being in the depths of a god damn mother ship on the other side of the universe, she must admit, she slept like a baby because of that ass kicking of an exercise she got.
The next morning she was woken up by alarm clock sounds, not unlike the one she had in her room back at home and the first thing she noticed was that the clock on the wall now said “6:30” with “Day 2” underneath. Apparently she wasn’t dreaming and is still apparently deeply fucked.
The day went exactly the same, she would get pissed then that thing on her wrist would beep and then she would drink blue stuff and read a few books and beeps later she would be forced to exercise different muscle groups as the device described to her and then she would read books, drink blue stuff, read books, get scanned, read books, drink blue stuff. And then sleep All through out the day she was given glasses of water and ordered to drink all of it to keep her body hydrated.
By day 4 of this she was going fucking nuts, it was made more than obvious that this was not a dream and at this point she would have preferred to be in a rapists basement because then at least she would have another god damn human being to converse with even if he was raping her ass. The work outs were brutal up to this point and only getting harder, they added weight to everything everyday and she had to run for a minute longer everyday.
When it became 11 O’ clock she began contemplating to completely refuse to exercise even if it meant being punished she didn’t care but she was pleasantly surprised to find out that today she wouldn’t need to exercise, today was a rest day. She thanked god, she was as happy as a child during a snow day. She got to just read and listen to music all day while spread out naked enjoying her comfy bed. She noticed something strange, when she began reading on the first day she could barely read a single paragraph without her mind wondering but now she read entire novels in under an hour comprehensively and remembering everything once she had read them. She was beginning to read more complex literature. Was she really becoming smarter? The wrist device would soon answer her query.
“Yes, the meals you are served not only will accelerate your physical progression from your exercises but also enhance your cognitive abilities.”
After hearing this she began testing you mental abilities on science and math text books provided by the computer and was astounded by the amount of knowledge she retained from them. She read them over and over until she retained everything, tomorrow she would attempt more challenging texts.
On the morning of the Fifth day she woke up brushed her teeth and before getting into the shower noticed something in the mirror, she had lost a good amount of weight. Her no loner looked oddly proportioned, now she looked like a thin nerdy girl with some muscle tone. She was ecstatic with joy because up to this point her body had always been ugly and she never thought she’d ever get in good shape. She flexed her abdominal muscles and saw a few outlines of developing abs. she felt great, no need for wrist beeping today she said to herself.
She was actually sort of bummed when she found out that today was also a day of rest, she was hoping that morning that they would be able to hit the gym again. She just sat in bed again reading but from time to time would go back to the mirror to see her developing body again.
Not to say things were all hunky dorry after that but she was glad that she was getting something out of this fucked up relationship.
By the 8th day Kathy had 4 visible abs on her slim torso and a nicely sculpted ass, she flexed and posed in front of the mirror naked, she even tried doing a few sexy dances for shits and giggles. Wow, she was looking so good she was starting to turn herself on. However she began to wonder how long she was going to have to stay here, what’s the point of having a rocking body if she couldn’t show anybody. The device answered her prayers.
“After you get to a certain point of physical fitness you will begin your second series of tests including other subjects.”
The screen of the wrist device lit up and showed statistics of her current state of health, absolutely everything from the progression of her cognitive abilities to the quality of health of every single organ in her body. A lot of it was completely incomprehensible, amounts of chemicals in organs rates at which they are excreted. She thought that she ought to look up what it means on the computer library, not feeling intimidated of being overwhelm by the complexity of it.
Over the next few days of exercises and rest and speeding through books she would be absolutely fascinated with the changes in her body and her overall health described by the wrist device.
By the 14th day she would look at herself in the mirror and see a absolute knock out, she had a great, slim 6 pack. Muscular legs and back but beefy, just really, really toned in a sexy way. She thought it was a damn shame there weren’t any clothes allowed in here apparently and began practicing her silly sexy dance and looks in the mirror. She began to really study herself move. She began shaving her pubic hair to give herself a better view of her body in all of its glory. The cool air felt nice on her now truly naked pussy.
She began to rub her right nipple, her tits were still very small but right now she liked the way she look. She gave herself dirty looks in the mirror, sultry looks. She began to rub her clit and gasped in pleasure. Finger fucking herself never felt like this before. She hadn’t masturbated since she got here in fear of being recorded but she couldn’t control herself anymore. She shoved her middle finger into her cunt and her pussy immediately began to convulse with the ecstasy of a deep full bodied orgasm. She could feel every single vein pulsing blood into her loins as if each vein was being finger fucked as well, synchronized with her thumping heart beats. When she looked down at her crotch she saw how wet her inner thighs were, her pussy was literal flooding with her natural slick fuck juices.
She didn’t want to be quiet anymore, who would even care if she began to scream in pleasure. She began to fuck her hand like a completely slut without a care in the world, screaming obscenities. When she finally brought herself to her second orgasm she couldn’t sit up right any more, she fell back while her pussy muscles went to work on her poor little fingers. Her eyes rolled up to the top of her head as she made loud gasping sounds before going into a full out scream as she peaked, her pussy shot a stream of juice that doused the entire mirror while she spasmed on the floor with her knees up to her chest and her hips going back and forth as if fucking a phantom dick.
As she came back to reality she had a smile on her face a mile wide, she knew that as her health and fitness grew so did her sex drive and she suspected that there were at least four times as many nerves in her pussy now than before. She checked her wrist device to see the progression in her genitalia since she arrived, there weren’t more nerves in her pussy now but they were now extremely more sensitive and her G-stop has grown much larger making it hard to miss. She sat up reflecting on her masturbation session when she began to look in the mirror again. It made sense that her horniness was caused by her activities in this cell because the only times she’d flick her bean back at home was when she was curious about how it would feel and not really because she was horny, not like this.
She began to think of what her body lacked and it was obvious, she wanted bigger tits. She had a thought.
“Hey you” Kathy said to the device on her wrist as she tapped on the screen.
“May I help you?”
“I know this may sound stupid but… are you able to make my breasts bigger? I mean you have already done so much already”
“this will be part of your next stage of training which should begin in a few days as your physical training is nearing completion.”
“Really no Joke?”
“Yes”
Kathy thought she didn’t need to hear anymore but then she began to wonder, why does the next stage of training include making my tits bigger? The machine read her thoughts and replied.
“You will be paired up with a human much later and we have found that human males of your culture are extremely attracted to females with large breasts and fit bodies. Your mate will be chosen by your own preference in human males to find the best match.”
Kathy was disgusted at first but then she started to imagine her dream guy coming in and getting it on like animals just like she did in the mirror just now. Damn she couldn’t stop thinking about fucking since she finger fucked herself, she was going nuts. In fact the idea of a any guy coming in and fucking sounded like paradise especially since she’s been so alone but there were so many questions to be asked first. She thought and all she could manage to think of asking was “why” to which the device had no reply meaning probably meaning that information was off limits.
Kathy was not a virgin, she had sex a few times before but it was never very glorious. Her first boyfriend if you could really call it that was a boy from another high school she had met through a friend when she was 15 (he was 18) who would ask her out to the movies. When we had went we had went the movie was terrible and they were practically the only people in the theater. He had began to feel her up, and she was so desperate for this guy to like her that she had let him and eventually tried to make it romantic by kissing him but before she knew it she had his tongue exploring her gum line, she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it though. Kathy’s heart stopped when he started to undo the button and fly of his pants and pulled them down enough to whip out his hard cock. He whispered things into her ear, about how beautiful she was and that he thinks they really have something special together. She would eventually be convinced to suck him off right there in the back corner of that theater. It wasn’t too bad, at the time she was convinced that what she was doing was romantic and beautiful and his dick didn’t really taste like anything and his precum actually didn’t taste that bad. She really didn’t know what she was doing though, she was just doing what she had seen in porn movies she had watched purely out of curiosity, apparently she was doing something right because in a matter of minutes she had him painting the back of her throat with his seed, she couldn’t let it slip out onto his pants so she swallowed it which did kind of gross her out but she had a sip of her coke and she was over it quickly.
After the movie he had her bent over behind a secluded dumpster around back taking it in the pussy after he had eaten her out a bit to get her wet. With her leaning against a brick wall he pounded away, leaving her ass red because his lower gut was slapping into her sow hard as his sac was swinging back and forth occasionally slapping her in the clit when his fully engorged dick would quickly and completely impale her. it’s a wonder no one found them with the sounds of slapping flesh coming from behind that dumpster. They didn’t talk much of the rest of the night.
He would ask her out a few more times for the next two weeks, always ending in fucking her right out in the open and eventually he would stop calling all together and when she finally did get in contact with him he would tell her that he didn’t think things were working out even after telling her how much she loved her before finger fucking her in a restaurant they had gone to the other night followed by a fucking her in a bathroom stall.
The only other person she has ever had sex with was a boy she had met at a anime convention (she was quite the nerd) who shared common interests, he was sweet/nerdy and kind of resembled the main character of one of her favorite anime shows. He was slim but not skinny and rather tall with short brown hair and bright blue eyes.
She would take him back to the room she was staying in that night not necessarily with fucking in mind but that’s how it had turned out anyway. She would be his first and it was obvious because he was really nervous and when they had actually began to fuck it didn’t take him very long to fill his rubber with his cum. She thought it was cute, perhaps the sex wasn’t better but it was slightly more romantic than her previous relationship. Actually it was funny because his dick was noticeably bigger than the guy who took her virginity even if he nervous in the service.
She would give him a blow job in the bathroom of the convention on the second day and in their last night together they did finally have satisfying sex, he wasn’t so nervous anymore. They would continue to chat over the internet but they never considered each other boy friend and girl friend and she was ok with that.
But now she felt absolutely sex crazed, not just that she wanted to constantly get off but constantly thinking of cocks, sucking, fucking and jerking them. She began to love everything about them.
At the 22nd day she was no longer making progress in exercising, she was at peak physical fitness, the level they wanted her at anyway. She looked like a goddess of sexiness she was in such amazing shape, she felt good too, she had more energy and was always in a good mood, she was finger fucking herself every morning and night. The device told Kathy that she would no longer have to work out. That morning Kathy was served a cup of pink liquid instead of the blue liquid she was normally served, she didn’t think twice about drinking it. After all the punishments from times of disobedience since she has gotten here she has sort of lost her ability to think about things they tell her to do before actually doing them. They told her that she would no longer be required to exercise on the machines but could do so if she felt fit to which she did regularly, it made her feel good she liked feeling exhausted after a work out now.
After the first day of drinking the mysterious pink liquid she woke up and realized that her crotch and pussy were drenched in pussy juice. She sat there looking at it in awe, becoming more aroused, thinking about how a big dick would feel in there and before she knew it she was fucking a pillow with three fingers jammed up her cunt soaking her sheets with squirt after squirt of her warm slippery girl cum.
Already exhausted she when to the bath room and looked in the mirror to see that her breasts had grown a little bit, Maybe a B cup now. She got so excited she began rubbing them and finger fucking herself in front of the mirror right away legs spread with one hiked up on the toilet next to her so she could really get in there. She made no attempt to be quiet anymore, when she masturbated, in fact she fantasized about lots of people seeing her go crazy on herself. She had her technique down pat, she would finger her G-spot with three fingers in one hand and with the thumb of that same hand rub the inner folds of her pussy and with her other hand she would alternate between slapping her tits, ass, and clit and calling herself a slut in the mirror. She would eventually end up on the floor of the bath room with both her new toned muscular legs straight up in the air, toes tightly curled and every muscle in her legs spasming as she began cleaning the mirror with her cum.
She would cum 8 more times in the morning and 29 more times in the afternoon. The device on her wrist would go on to tell her at the end of the day that this was the initial effect of the sex hormone treatment and that she would begin to get used to and begin to control her own sex drive a lot more in a few days.
Every time she would fuck herself she would Fantasize about having her pussy filled with a big cock, she imagined every single detail about the cock, its exact shape, size, color, taste and how it would feel displacing the area in her pussy. She wasn’t concerned with romance anymore.
Her fantasies would have extreme emphasis on fucking without a rubber, it made her feel free. She loved the idea of having her cunt filled to the brim with hot sticky cum without even being worried about being knocked up.
She was laughing when she was given a 8 inch dildo by the wrist device, she was told that it would get her ready for getting fucked by a real dick and just a bunch of fingers crammed in her pussy. They also gave her access to library pornography on her computer and access to a catalog of sex toys and human clothing she could summon if she chose to but for right now she wanted to try out her new toy.
The dildo was made of a strange substance, almost flesh like. It was think a realistic looking, flesh colored, with big veins going up it from the base of a big soft pair of fake balls with a suction cup on the bottom of all of it so she can fix it to the floor or a wall.
She would use it every time she would fuck herself and she even began fucking her own ass with it with the lube provided after reading a few adult novels she found in the computer library which inspired her to figure out new ways to fuck herself. She would take the dildo and see how far she could get it down her throat. After a few hours of practice she had deep throating down to a science.
She had gotten an idea, she had asked the wrist device if she could create 2 handle bars near the wall, it complied without responding . With a flash, to handle bars with grips appeared on the wall, she fixed the dildo to the wall and grabbed onto the handle bars and hoisted herself up with her feet flat against the wall. This would combine two of her new favorite things in the world, exercising and fucking herself. She began to fuck the dildo wall like an animal. She was absolutely balls deep impaled on this fake dick, the head would kiss her cervix hard with every hump. She was so full up, she could feel every fold of her inner pussy wall be stretched tight over the shaft making sloppy squishy sounds every time her sweaty ass cheeks would retreat and return to the fat balls of the dildo. Her arm and leg muscles weren’t the only ones at work here, she was constantly squeezing her groin muscles so hard that it would probably leave a hickey on a normal guys dick. She found herself not only fucking it to reach her own orgasm but with a false sense of thinking she could actually milk this fake cock for all its worth and get herself knocked up.
She eventually managed to pull her self away from the wall after deciding to knock it up another notch, she would ask the device to create a pair of handle bars on the ceiling above the bed and in a flash it was so. She jumped up and grabbed one of the handle bars with one hand and pulled herself up and with the other hand shoved her new toy on the ceiling as it was one the wall previously. She hoisted herself up into position and before she knew it she was banging the shit out of that ceiling and its new dick. The new positioning had it so that the dick would ram her oversized G-spot every time and she was cumming over and over. She would fuck the ceiling screaming and creaming all over herself for close to an hour without stopping for a second before not having the strength to pull her pussy back onto that dick and gave off one final squirt that would rain down over the entire room, relieving a great amount of pressure she had been feeling up to that point.
She dropped like a fly down onto the bed with her exhausted fingers going straight to her clit and the ceiling raining her own fluids on her new, beautiful body, barely able to tremble with the remaining pleasure because of pure exhaustion.. She would fall asleep rubbing her clit the entire time, the computers would not interrupt her sleep during these next few days.
By the 5th day of drinking the mysterious pink liquid she had learned to control her new found sex drive a little more, limiting her masturbation sessions to 6 times a day, one ever 2 hours for the most part. The device told her that her body would now produce large amounts of sex hormones naturally without the pink liquid.
Her tits had grown to a D cup which looked huge on her small frame. Her ass, once just thin and muscular after days of exercise was now filled out, voluptuous and perfectly heart shaped. Her curves were fucking amazing, she was constantly feeling them and groping them especially when she lost control and had one of her crazed masturbation sessions using every type of sex toy the computer next to her bed had to offer different dildos and vibrators she would summon from the computer. And one point she had 3 vibrating eggs taped to each one of her tits, a rather large butt plug deep in her ass hole and sitting on a sybian on max vibration settings as she had a vibrating egg deep in her pussy as she held another vibrator up to her clit. She would fuck her self so hard that it had become a common occurrence that her eyes would roll up to the back of her head and she would pass out from the over stimulation.
She went through the catalog of clothing on the computer and began trying on all types of revealing clothing like tight baby tees that revealed her midriff and lower back and could barely conceal her massive tits with miniskirts that did a poor job of censoring her round sexy tight ass. The clothes would never stay on for long before she stripped or ripped them off in front of the mirror and began to fuck herself. She would wear clothes she could never pull off with her old lousy body, she was so thankful for her new body.
It had been a really long time since she had thought anything negative of her cell or even her captors, some might consider this insanity but she now thought of it as paradise, she never received this much attention and care as she did in her hometown, perhaps the aliens really did brain wash her, she didn’t give a fuck, it felt good and that’s all she cared about. It was hard to be mad after all they had given her.
However she did becoming a little concerned when she was told that she would be meeting her first mate today (28th day). She began to worry if they would mess up and send her a really gross fat dude or maybe a farm animal since they don’t know how to tell the difference between humans and animals.
Her wristband began to beep and she began to relax but she thought it for the best because she didn’t want to worry about it anymore. She knew that in any case her captors knew what was best for her.…
TO BE CONTINUED…

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Fantasy

The Derelict

Things get out of hand when Aria finds more than she bargained for aboard an ancient alien derelict

Fiction

Roofie Nights

Roofie Nights
It was Sunday morning, eleven o’clock when I woke up. I like sleeping in, although I rarely have the time for it. I yawned and stretched my arms. I was still sleepy and a little drowsy, but as my brain was slowly clearing up, I detected the same yearning sensation between my legs I had frequently woken up with the last few weeks. I slid my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. It was wet again, very wet. So wet, the goopy liquid was literally oozing from my lips and soaking the crotch of my panties. My lips were a bit swollen and I felt very aroused, my body was telling me it needed a good, long and hard fuck.
Maybe the years of abstinence had finally caught up with me and changed my body, making my pussy extra sensitive and super wet. Instead of ignoring the urges like I usually did, I let my fingers roam a little longer along the slick opening of my vagina and then let them sink inside me. It felt good and I pumped it in and out a few times more. Before I knew it, my instincts had taken over and I was masturbating like a horny teenager. My soaked pussy made loud squishy noises as two fingers plunged in and out. With my other hand I squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipples. It felt wonderful to surrender to my body’s needs and within a few minutes I was having my first orgasm.
Climaxing on my fingers felt really good, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the powerful yearning between my legs. I opened my drawer, pulled out my trusty old vibrator from behind my panties and bras and crawled back in bed. I put the cock-shaped toy in my mouth to warm it and get it slick with my saliva before I let it sink deep into my hungry vagina. Not even bothering with turning the device on, I gave myself a good fucking with the nine inch plastic cock. Within minutes I felt the first signs indicate a massive orgasm was building in my loins. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud, as I was careful not to wake my teenage son in the next room.
I moved my hand away from my breast and began rubbing my engorged clit while I fucked myself even faster than before. The orgasmic pressure kept rising and release was getting very close now; I already felt that tingling sensation that announced an earth shattering cum was imminent. Pushing the vibrator as deep inside me as possible, I felt my body go rigid and the tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure I had been craving for washed over me.
It was over a full minute later when the last of my orgasm was ebbing away and I found myself slumped down in that wonderful rosy state that followed a good climax. Without thinking, I stuck my wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean of my juices.
Then, as I subconsciously tasted my cum, I noticed something was wrong. I rubbed my finger between my pussylips a second time, scooping up more of the wetness. It was a bit frothy from the vigorous fucking I had given myself, but it didn’t look abnormal. I sniffed it and found it smelled like my pussy, but when I tasted it, there was definitely an additional taste. It was a faint and familiar taste, but I could not identify it. Maybe I should visit my GP and have him check for infections on Monday.
I got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The first thing I did was to take the shower head, aim the spray of water between my legs and wash away the excessive amounts of lubricating juices. After that I hung it back on the wall and let the warm water cascade down my body, hoping it would wash away the drowsiness from my brain. It did, at least a little, and a few minutes later I exited the shower clean and refreshed.
As I toweled myself dry and rubbed my body with moisturizing cream, I thought of the things I had to do today. Luckily there wasn’t much. Daniel and I had planned to go to see his grandparents, but they had cancelled, so for most of the day I was free to do whatever I wanted. It was a nice day, so maybe I’d do some gardening or get some sun… But first I had to get dressed and fix the two of us some breakfast.
I put on a nice black bra and matching string and wrapped the towel around my head. As I walked out the bathroom, I saw my son’s bedroom door close quickly, leaving just a one inch wide gap. I knew the boy was looking at me, the peeking perv. I loved him to death, but he was at that age that all he could think of was girls. As inconvenient my recent fits of hornyness were, his life must be a hundred times worse. I don’t think I’ve seen him without an erection for months. However, there was no need to deny him a nice view of my firm ass as I walked away from his door.
Seductively swaying my ass, I entered my room again. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard Daniel softly groan. Which reminded me, I had to do the laundry today.
Stage 1: Denial
When I woke on Monday morning it was just like the day before, only worse. It was seven thirty, my alarm clock was screaming in my ear and I was feeling awful; tired, groggy and slightly nauseous. As much as I loved Sundays, I hated Mondays. I was honestly contemplating calling in sick when I felt that same craving in my pussy. I pushed my hand in my panties and checked for dampness. My lips were even wetter than the day before. I scooped up a finger of juices and brought it to my face. I noticed a slight difference in texture, but when I tasted it, it was distinctly different from my normal taste. The extra taste I noticed before was much stronger this time.
What I tasted was not pussy juice, at least not all of it. It was no infection either. It was something else, but it couldn’t be; I hadn’t had sex in many months. But there was no doubt about it; what I tasted was sperm.
I could not believe someone had entered my house at night and fucked me while I was sleeping. The evidence was irrefutable, but just to be sure I sank my fingers in my pussy again and examined the juice under the light. It was a cloudy goop, thick with sperm-laden male cum.
Instead of going to the doctor, I was now seriously considering to go to the police. But before I would see them, I needed to clear my head and gather some solid evidence. I decided to call in sick and get some more rest first. I told my son I wasn’t feeling well and told him to make his own breakfast and then go to school. I got back in bed and almost instantly fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was feeling a lot better. I took a thorough shower, cleaning myself inside and out, got dressed and fixed myself a quick little brunch.
After I was finished eating, I took a tour around the house, meticulously inspecting every door and every window for evidence of forced entry. I found nothing, so the next thing I did was to call a man to change the locks. Maybe the intruder had somehow acquired a key to my home.
Feeling a bit more secure now, I went online and searched for a so-called nanny cam, a cleverly disguised camera that would wirelessly connect to a computer. I found a nice one that looked like a stack of books, which would fit neatly in my room without being noticed. I ordered the camera and it would be delivered within a few days.
I was just finished ordering the camera when the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs to see who it was. It was Daniel who had just come home from school.
“Mom, my key doesn’t work anymore” he said as I let him in.
I couldn’t tell him the true reason I had changed the locks so I improvised.
“That’s right honey. I lost my keys, so I had them all replaced” I lied and gave him one of the new spare keys. “Here, use this one”
“Thanks, mom. Are you feeling a little better yet?”
“Yes sweety, I think I probably ate something wrong. I feel much better now”
“That’s great, mom”
“Come in, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea”
That night, I went to bed early and still not feeling a hundred percent secure. I had a little trouble falling asleep but after a while I did and soon it was morning again. After I silenced the alarm clock’s unbearable shrieking, I was pleased to notice I was feeling a little better and more rested than I had the past two days. With a hand trembling of anxiety I slid my hand into my panties and I was relieved to detect just an ordinary amount of dampness between my pussy lips.
I quickly took a shower and cooked a decent breakfast for Daniel and me. I sent my son to school and went to work too. That evening, I made saltimbocca alla romana with green beans and oven baked potatoes, one of me and Daniel’s favorite dishes. After a wonderful dinner I crashed on the couch while my son was doing the dishes. I was sipping a small glass of the leftover Marsala wine while watching some old romantic movie. As he was finished with his chores, Daniel sat down on the armrest next to me. In his hands he had two bowls of vanilla ice cream with pear and a molten chocolate sauce. It was his way of saying “I love you mom”.
“Hmmm that’s nice, thank you Danny” I said as I dipped the spoon in the sticky chocolate and licked it off before it got hard again.
“Did you do your homework?” I asked.
“No homework today mom”
“Then come sit with me and we’ll watch this movie together”
“Is it a good movie?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s a terrible chick-flick, but you’ll have to get used to those for when you have a girlfriend.”
Daniel groaned unhappily and started to get up again to go to his room. I patted the seat next to me and asked “Please?”
Daniel sat down again, closer to me, a bit reluctant. We watched the movie in silence as we both ate the delicious dessert. When I was finished, I put down the bowl and waited for Daniel to be done eating.
“So.., is there a girl you’d like to watch movies with?” I asked carefully. I saw him blush a little, in a cute and innocent way. Daniel had always been very shy, although he is a really handsome boy with lots of friends.
“No mom, no girl. It’s just you and me” he murmured.
“Good, I like you with me” I said and let my head rest on his shoulder. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. When the movie ended it was already close to bedtime so we went both upstairs. As I lay down in bed I had almost forgotten about the nighttime rapist and soon fell asleep.
The next morning there was again no evidence of sexual activity. Maybe it had been all in my mind or maybe changing the locks had been enough to keep the intruder out. It was a great relief; it felt like a huge burden had fallen off my shoulders.
Stage 2: Anger
Thursday morning I again woke up with a fogged brain and a sperm-filled pussy. I didn’t know whether to cry, get angry or finger my pussy. I did all three.
When I finally got out of bed, I grabbed the phone and began dialing the police’s number. As I was thinking how to explain my situation, I once again reminded myself I needed more proof first. After all, it was quite some time ago I had actually tasted sperm, maybe I was mistaken. I needed some real, solid evidence.
My work was suffering too and I got a reprimand from my boss for making mistakes because of my absentmindedness. I knew the man was secretly lusting after me; he certainly hadn’t hired me for my typing skills. Maybe I should just go into his office and give him a blowjob; that would put us both at ease.
Luckily, a package arrived for me that afternoon. It was the nanny cam and I immediately placed the device in my bedroom and installed the software on my laptop. After a little tinkering with the aim and focus, I had a good view of both my bed and the bedroom door. The image wasn’t the best, but it would be good enough to see what was going on.
That night I went to bed and immediately fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, the first thing I did was feeling my pussy. It was drenched.
I turned my laptop on and downloaded the footage the nanny cam had taken last night while I took a quick, hot shower. When I was ready, so was the video. With trembling hands, I pressed play.
I watched myself get ready for bed, lying down and promptly fall asleep. The nanny cam had also an infra-red camera, so even if it was pitch-dark, I would be able to see clearly what was happening. It wasn’t necessary however, as suddenly the light flicked back on. According to my alarm clock, it was only half past eleven when the door opened and the nightly intruder entered my bedroom.
Two young men walked into my bedroom. I could not see who the first one was, but the other I identified as Jimmy, the boy next door. I was really surprised; I had never expected to see Jimmy. He and my son hung out together sometimes, but I wouldn’t call them friends. Not close friends anyway. Like my son he was a well-natured kid, a little shy but handsomely built. However, there was no reason for Jimmy to be in our home at night, and definitely no reason for him or his friend to be in my bedroom. Nevertheless, here they were and there was no doubt as to their intentions.
The first boy now closed the door and turned towards Jimmy. Doing so, he was facing the camera and with a shock I recognized who he was.
My nighttime rapist was my own sweet and innocent little boy!
Daniel led the way and the neighbor kid followed him to my bed. I watched my son shake me awake and fold back the sheets. I was surprised to see I didn’t do anything to stop him from exposing me. In fact, it even looked like I was cooperating, letting the boys admire me in my negligee.
I heard Daniel talk to me, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. I went a few seconds back and increased the volume.
“Open your robe mom” he said.
I could see I was awake, but not completely, it was like I was sleepwalking; dazed and a little out of touch with reality. However, I was awake enough to obey my son and unbutton the front of my negligee. My firm breasts were now fully exposed and I heard the neighbor kid gasp as he beheld them. Years ago, when I still dated, men had always drooled over my firm round breasts and I felt a perverted sense of pride I still had it.
“Take off your panties now” Daniel said.
Again I complied without hesitating. I lifted my butt and slid the sheer panties down my legs. I let my legs fall open so my neatly trimmed bush was now bare and fully visible to the boys.
Jimmy craned his neck to see as much as possible. His pants were already bulging with his erection. I couldn’t see clearly, but it looked like Daniel’s was too. My son was rubbing his crotch with one hand as his other reached out and landed on my breast. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh and pinched the pink tip. He had my nipples erect in no time and I could hear myself moan softly.
Noticing my heightened state of arousal, he moved in and started kissing me on the mouth. I passionately returned the kiss and let my tongue wrestle with his for some time while he continued fondling me. Then he broke off the kiss and moved his lips down, via my neck to my sensitive nipples. He kissed and nibbled, apparently knowing exactly what I liked, getting me hotter by the second.
Finally he decided I was horny enough to move on to the next step. He opened his fly and pulled out his stiff cock. Then he grabbed my hand and put it around his dick.
“Suck it for me mom” he said.
Without objecting I did what Daniel asked and moved closer so my face was near my son’s cock. He groaned with lust as my lips closed around his cock and I started to suck on the tip. Moving even closer, I swallowed his cock and took him completely in my throat. It was a trick my ex-husband had loved a lot and it was no surprise his son liked it as well. I let the boy fuck my throat for a while and then backed off a little so I could suck the head again.
While I was busy blowing my son, he pulled my leg further to one side so my sex was fully exposed to the boys’ view and touch. Daniel let his fingers run upwards from my knee along my inner thighs until they reached my steaming pussy. Tantalizingly slowly he moved them up and down the length of my lips, before parting them and sliding between.
I saw and heard myself moan as my son rubbed his wet finger over my clit. He started talking again.
“Do you like this, mom?” the boy asked. “Do you like me fingering your wet cunt?”
I let Daniels cock slip from my mouth, slurred a barely audible “Yesh” and started sucking again.
“Do you want us to fuck you, mom?”
This time I didn’t even bother removing him from my mouth and nodded while I blew him.
“Say it mom, say: I want you both to fuck my cunt”
“Ah want you bofh in mah cunt”
As I said those words, my son’s fingers found the entrance of my hungry pussy and pushed two fingers in. I moaned and eagerly started sucking again as he began fucking me with his fingers.
The boy next door now took off his shirt and dropped his pants. He was obviously very aroused too, as his big cock was pushing out the front of his boxers. A moment later this last item of clothing was also on the floor and he was as naked as me. It was hard to discern much in the grainy images of the cheap nanny cam, but I had to admit he had a really handsome cock.
He climbed onto the bed and maneuvered himself on my other side and prodded my mouth with his erection. I let Daniel slip from my mouth and started sucking the two cocks in turn. Not satisfied with having to share my oral attentions, Daniel got up and crawled between my inviting spread legs. His slender body blocked the view, but it wasn’t difficult to guess what my son was doing. He moved his hand down between our bodies and then he pushed his hips forward, obviously sinking his stiff cock into his mother’s pussy.
I heard me moaning as my son began to thrust his cock in my pussy. I know my own moaning, and there was no denying I was loving the two hard cocks that were violating my body. Daniel was fucking me with rapid, powerful thrusts, making me squeal out around the other boy’s penis. My one free hand was clenching my son’s butt, pulling him into me and making him fuck me harder and faster.
The boy next door was getting close to orgasm as he began fucking my mouth with his cock.
“Oh Mrs. Stewart I’m cumming!” he groaned as his body stiffened.
Right then my son forcefully slammed his hips into me and his friend’s cock popped out of my mouth, just as the boy started cumming. A huge jet of sperm blasted against my nose and forehead, followed by a second before I could stick the cumspewing rod back in my mouth. I wasn’t going to let him go again and kept sucking as he climaxed; I sucked and swallowed and sucked again as the boy obviously had one of the biggest orgasms in his life. A minute later, when he was finally finished cumming, he pulled his wilting cock from my lips and fell back against the headrest, temporarily drained.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste of his sperm. Then, with my finger I wiped the last of his thick cum off my face and sucked it into my mouth.
Now I could spend all my attention on my son’s cock in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his butt, and I could hear me spur him on to fuck me harder and deeper.
Daniel grabbed my legs and pulled them up against his shoulders. I knew that in this position, my pussy would be extra tight and allowed him to push even deeper than before, making it even more fun for us both.
He soon had me squealing with joy as he fucked me for ten minutes and he actually made me cum on his cock, just seconds before I saw his butt clench too and I knew he was depositing his seed in my vagina. He pushed in as far as he could and ground his hips against my butt as he filled me up completely.
“Oh mom, you’re the best” he groaned and leaned in for a kiss, folding me nearly double.
Moments later he rolled off me and onto his back and I saw a glob of white ooze from my pussy.
The boy next door, who had been watching us and jacking his cock back to full hardness, immediately took my son’s place between my legs. I saw him fumble a bit, trying to align his cock with my vagina. When he finally found the spot, he plunged in and began to fuck in a frantic tempo. Thirty seconds later I saw him tense up already as he too shot his seed in my pussy. Unlike my son, he didn’t pull out when he was finished cumming, instead he started pumping again. He kept fucking me with the same rushed tempo, as if he was racing towards his next orgasm as quickly as possible. Taking control of the situation, I rolled him on his back so I was on top and thus able to direct the movements of our bodies. I fucked the boy for a few more minutes, grinding my clit into his coarse pubes and rocking my hips back and forth, while he lay back and enjoyed the view and the powerful sensations in his cock
Daniel was having me suck his cock hard again while he watched me ride his friend. Once again I was being stuffed at both ends and I loved it. It was too bad Jimmy only lasted a few minutes before he clenched up for a third time and groaned that he was cumming.
After his friend was finally finished squirting his stuff in me, my son told me it was his turn again.
“Mom, get on your knees and bend over” he told me.
I watched in disbelieve how I climbed off the boy and got on my hands and knees, presenting my upturned ass to my son. He got behind me, grabbed his cock and pushed it back in my pussy. I moaned again as Daniel started to fuck me with long, deep thrusts.
I had already been feeling quite horny when I woke up, but I was getting even more aroused by these images. My pussy was throbbing, begging for attention. My hands had found their way into my panties and my fingers were at my clit. I knew I was aroused, but It was embarrassing how incredibly wet I was. But, in spite of my arousal, my enraged brain overruled my pussy’s desperate pleads to be touched. Call me old-fashioned, but I could not get off knowing it was my own son who had fucked me.
In sharp contrast, the woman on the screen was having no difficulties giving in to her lust. I was pushing back at my boy with every thrust. My breathing was labored and my whimpers became moans. I could see I was loving this perverted fuck with my son. Daniel was noticing this too as he fucked me even harder, slamming his hips against my butt.
“Are you cumming again mom?” he asked, grunting.
“Yesh Dannl, ah’m cumming! Youh cock feels sooh good in me” I groaned. I could tell I wasn’t lying; I really was cumming hard on my son’s cock.
“Get on the bed jimmy” Daniel said “Let her suck your cock again”
Jimmy did as my son suggested and sat down by my face. Without hesitating I gobbled up his prick and started sucking him while my boy continued to pump my pussy.
There was a soft knock on my door.
“Mom, are you awake?” Daniel asked.
I glanced at the clock and saw I had to go to work in twenty minutes.
“Yes Daniel, I’m fine! Just get yourself some cereal ok? There’s milk in the fridge”
I knew I was a bit cross, but I was not ready to talk to him right now. Besides, there was no time for a talk either. I had been watching the video for thirty minutes and I had to hurry now. I couldn’t be late for work, not after yesterday’s performance, but I had to see everything that had taken place that night. So I pressed the fast forward button and watched while I got dressed for work.
I had to admit, the boys were incredibly inventive, fucking me in ways I’d never thought of. At one time, they were both fucking my pussy at the same time; Jimmy from below and my son from behind. No matter how angry I was, I just had to press play, to watch in normal speed and hear the three of us grunt and moan like animals. Once again there was no denying I liked what the boys were doing to me; I was absolutely loving every second of it, having orgasm after orgasm while the two teens fucked me in harmony.
A little reluctant I pressed fast forward again, as I really had to hurry now. When the boys were finished with me it was past twelve o’clock. They had been fucking me almost nonstop for well over an hour and, if I counted correctly, the boys had pumped at least eight loads of sperm in my pussy. No wonder it was still dripping in the morning.
Before they left, the boys cleaned me up, wiped my soiled pussy with a cloth and helped me get dressed again. Then they helped me in bed and exited my room. Seconds later I was sleeping peacefully again.
Stage 3: Bargaining
As I watched myself sleep, I deliberated what I had to do next. All my questions were answered, but replaced by many new questions. I now knew who had sex with me at night and how he got in the house, but why had I done nothing to stop them?
I had all the evidence I needed to have my rapist arrested, but I couldn’t go to the police anymore. I could never do that to my own son. Also, after watching the footage, I could hardly classify the sex as rape. Could it be that I was so horny from the sexual deprivation that I willingly fucked my own son and the boy next door in my sleep?
No matter how angry I was at Daniel right now, I was still his mother and would always love him. I decided it would be best to talk to him, tell him I knew what he did and how wrong it was. All I had to do was find a way to tell my son he had to stop fucking me, without destroying our loving bond.
That afternoon when Daniel came home I fought to find a way to start our conversation. It was without success, so I decided it would be better to wait for him in my room and confront him as he came in at night. I knew what would happen when I fell asleep, so tonight I was going to stay awake and in control. Steeling myself for the confrontation, I had a big glass of wine, but made sure I remained sober enough to not let myself go.
However, even though I didn’t remember falling asleep, or even getting ready for bed, the next thing I remember is waking up the next morning in my nightclothes with a powerful feeling of drowsiness and a pussy that was overflowing with sperm. How did that happen?
I turned on my laptop and waited impatiently for last night’s video to load.
I saw myself sitting on my bed, fully dressed and waiting for my son to enter the room. Ten minutes later my son entered the room, followed by his friend Adrian and a girl I recognized as Adrian’s sister Grace. Daniel was a bit surprised to see me awake, but he did not flee, nor did he make up an excuse for invading my private quarters. Instead he sat down next to me on the bed and draped his arm around my waist.
I slumped against him and giggled like a schoolgirl. He whispered something in my ears and kissed me in the neck. I did not know what he had said, but it must have worked, because the next moment we had our lips pressed together and were kissing like lovers.
Emboldened by my flirtatious behavior and the reaction to his kiss, he let his hand wander over my blouse, circling ever closer to my breasts until he finally reached them. I didn’t protest when my son was groping me, even allowing him to slide his hand inside my blouse and fondle my bare breast. While he did so, his other hand was pressing down between my legs, rubbing little circles on the crotch of my jeans. I could see me open my legs a bit more, allowing his hand to move between them and give it better access to my pussy.
Now Adrian sat down on my other side and started kissing me too. Together they lowered me onto my back and unbuttoned my blouse. My full round breasts were now uncovered and immediately the boys latched onto my hard nipples. Grace, who had been watching from a distance, joined in and started kissing me too. I eagerly returned her kisses and our tongues started playing.
My hands were busy too, feeling the bulging crotches of Daniel and Adrian. With a bit of fumbling I freed my son’s cock from its tight confines and started jacking him off. Seeing this, Adrian opened his fly too and pulled out his cock so I could masturbate him as well. With surprising dexterity I jacked both boys off at the same time while the three of them rubbed and kissed my breasts and body, kissed my mouth and massaged my pussy.
I was moaning, drunk on the kisses, pushing my hips upward, against Daniels rubbing hand. He took this as a sign to continue his conquest of my body and unzipped the front of my pants. His hands now pushed into the tight jeans, working its way back to my pussy. Unhappy with the slow progress he made, I lifted my ass off the bed and tried to lower my pants. The boys eagerly assisted me and soon I was lying on my back again, dressed in nothing but my panties.
Daniels fingers were back between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin cotton panties. I could see myself humping upwards again, pressing my mound up against my son’s probing fingers. Feeling my need, he pulled the crotch aside and plunged his fingers into my hole. While his fingers pumped in and out of my vagina, his thumb rubbed directly on my aroused clit. A minute later I was already having the first of a long series of much-needed orgasms.
Grace had broken our kiss and was now undressing too. The grainy image didn’t show much detail, but I could see the girl had a nice curvy body, with small perky breasts and a pussy that was shaven smooth. She rubbed her finger between her lips and presented it to me. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and sucked on her finger, moaning as I tasted her pussy. The last time I remember tasting another girl’s juices is over twenty years ago, when I was in my teens and experimenting with my best friend. I still remember how I loved the sweet taste of my friend’s pussy, so it was no surprise I was enjoying Grace’s taste too.
Seeing I was up for more, Grace crawled up to my head and placed one knee on each side. Then she lowered her pussy onto my lips. I could not see much happening, but judging by her moans, I was doing a very decent job of licking her pussy.
I was so absorbed with eating her out, that I completely forgot to rub the cocks in my hands. Unhappy with the lack of stimulation, Adrian got on his feet and presented his cock to his sister. Grace immediately opened her mouth for him and started sucking on his cock. It was obviously not the first time the girl sucked her brother’s cock.
In a way, this realization was reassuring to me, like it was a bit more acceptable to have sex with my son now I knew that Adrian had sex with his sister. If they were okay with it, maybe it wasn’t so bad?
While I was eating Grace’s pussy and Adrian had his cock sucked, my son crawled between my legs and pulled my panties off. He spread my legs even further and lowered his face towards my sex and kissed the lips. Even my ex-husband had never licked my pussy, though I had begged him for it and here my son was eating my pussy like it was candy. Although I could not see it and, sadly, could not recall it, I knew the oral pleasure he was giving was nothing short of divine.
I could hear high-pitched squeals coming from between Grace’s thighs, squeals I had not heard myself make in a long time, squeals that indicated an exceptionally good cum. All through my orgasm I never stopped licking her and the vibrations of the moans even added to her pleasure. Now it was my turn to make her squeal. With her hands in my hair the girl humped my face, her moans became more frequent and increasingly rose in pitch as my tongue brought her ever closer to orgasm. I could see her tense up, grabbing the headrest for support as she came.
Overcome with a most powerful climax, she raised her pussy off my mouth and sat down on the pillow, panting and quivering. Showing no compassion with the wracked girl, Adrian grabbed her in his arms and threw her on her back next to me on the mattress. Then he climbed between her legs and seconds later he was pumping into his sister like there was no tomorrow.
All this time my son’s mouth was doing wonderful things to my pussy and I could see he was getting me hotter and hotter. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled him on top of my body and begged him to fuck me. I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my vagina.
“Fuck meh Danniel” I whimpered
“You want this mom?” he asked, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock between my lips.
“Yesh, fuck meh now! Ah need it so bad, Pleashe”
Giving in to my desperate pleas, Daniel pushed forward and started fucking me with long powerful strokes.
Again I was getting really aroused by what I was watching. It was like I was watching a really hot porno and subconsciously my hand had found its way into my cum-soaked panties. My pussy was begging for attention but I had to remind myself I had to go to work in thirty minutes so there really was no time for that.
As I licked my fingers, I tasted once more the now familiar taste of my juice mixed with sperm, my son’s sperm and probably also that of Adrian. It was a delicious cum cocktail and I dipped my finger back in my pussy to get some more. Without me wanting to, I started rubbing my clit every time I went back for more cum cocktail and before I knew it, I was on the edge of cumming again. As I watched Daniel push his cock in me, I plunged my fingers in my pussy, matching the movements to those of my son, thinking how it was him that was fucking me right now.
Stage 4: Depression
All day I was on an emotional roller coaster. One moment I was incredibly horny, the next I was wracked with guilt. How could I turn from a loving mother into such a wanton slut? Why was I doing those horrible things with my son and why was I loving it so damn much?
These nighttime orgies really had to stop, no matter how much I seemed to enjoy them. I wasn’t angry at Daniel anymore, but it wasn’t right for a mother to be doing things like this to her son. It just wasn’t healthy. I didn’t know what to do and there was no one who could help me.
Daniel never gave any indication he was planning something. Nor did he give any signs of being a troubled kid. He did his homework, watched his shows and kissed me goodnight by ten. Half an hour later I checked him and he was sleeping peacefully. He looked so innocent and sweet, I could hardly believe this sweet boy was my nighttime rapist. But then, I could also hardly believe I was the same woman as the insatiable slut he fucked in the videos. I closed the door and went downstairs again.
With Daniel asleep, I could finally have some me-time. Late at night was the only time I had some time to myself, without any work, housekeeping or mothering. Just me, my books and a nice cold glass of chardonnay.
Speaking of chardonnay, I noticed the bottle was almost empty as I poured myself a glass of wine. I really did not want to get drunk, but there was only a little left, so I kept pouring. After I had emptied the bottle into my glass I made myself comfortable again. Then, as I looked at the glass, there was something that caught my eye.
There were little gritty bits of white powder floating towards the bottom of the glass. I realized what it was and it explained why I did all those things and why I never could remember any of it. With every glass of chardonnay I drank, my son drugged me with some kind of rape drug and then had his way with my willing body!
As I looked in my liquor cabinet, I saw that every single bottle had been carefully opened and some of them had a little bit of white residue on the bottom. The little bugger was taking no chances; he had spiked all the bottles.
I sat down on the couch again and thought about what to do. Finally aware of what was happening to me somehow made me feel more relaxed. Also I was relieved to know it was all Daniel’s doing, there was no blame on my side; I was still the loving mother I had always been. Everything made sense now and I knew what to do. I picked up the glass and took a big swig.
I wonder who’ll be fucking me tonight.
Stage 5: Acceptance

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Fantasy

seducing a straight guy

I’m a young ts girl. I am 5 foot 7 with a veracious curvy figure. You would love my long curly shiny brunette hair and beautiful dark brown eyes and full soft lips. I have a lovely pair of firm round titties with juicy sensitive nipples that are always erect. My shapely figures looks great in a tight fitting short black dress that i wear very high to expose my luscious long smooth legs right down to my gold killer heels.
I was feeling very sexy this night as I was on a train going to Leeds. It was only me and a little old lady in one of those really old wooden carriages. It was getting dark and I was feeling horny. The ticket collector came in and asked for tickets. I looked up at him and I was taken aback by this handsome guy hand out waiting for my ticket. I wanted to put something in his hand but it wasn’t my ticket. I love seducing men whenever I am in a naughty place or situation. Especially as they don’t know about my own little secret. Well its not so little actually. “Oh dear”, i said in mock panic, I seem to have lost my purse. My ticket isn’t here’
He rolled his eyes and said I need to buy one. I fluttered my lashes at this strapping 6 foot 1 guy and moved forward on my seat to give him a better view of my tingling chest. This man was making me feel excited and on fire. I wanted him and I was going to have him! He was looking at my tits and his eyes widened. I uncrossed my long legs and crossed them again on the opposite side like Sharon stone. Then pulled one leg up ever so slowly so my heels traced the outline of my silky smooth shin. I put my hand between my legs and said ,’I’m sure we can work something out’
He looked flustered at my naughty words and then went red in the face. He composed himself then and said ‘No, sorry miss but if you don’t have a ticket you will have to get off next station.’ He then turned round and I said to him ‘I always stay the full journey when I ride honey. Don’t be long.’ Then I actually got a little nervous as he walked off. Maybe he was going to alert the train station to arrest me for not having a ticket. I sat with butterflies for about 10 minutes as we whizzed past the countryside. I was still so horny though imagining having the hot inspector next to me now. Pleasuring me with his lips all over my body ,and strong hands sliding over my skin. I closed my eyes and let my fantasy play in my mind. I was so carried away that I didn’t even notice the inspector come back in and stand in front of me. He coughed and I jumped with shock. Then I smiled as I noticed he had a massive raging rock hard cock sticking out of his uniform trousers.
He was shaking. I looked behind me at the old lady at the back of the carriage, she was sleeping. I smiled to myself feeling very naughty. I pulled the inspector to me and open my mouth enough to take in the massive head on this throbbing hot cock. It tasted delicious. MMMMMMMM. My tongue flicked over his head and he moaned with delight as i took him slowly into my mouth. I had the whole head inside and felt so soft but throbbed hard. I put my hand round the shaft and wanked his skin while i continued to take more of him inside me. I looked up into his eyes as i sucked on his monster cock. I was enjoying this feeling of pleasing hm and sucking on a great cock. I was stirring between my legs. He was watching me with a look of ecstasy on his face.
He began to thrust his cock in a rhythm. More of his thick veiny meat intruded into my mouth. It was more than I could take but he pushed more and more, fucking my face. He built up speed and his pace was unrelentless as he forced me to deepthroat his oversized cock. I had tears streaming down my face and he grabbed my head and had me locked in a position where he could abuse my throat as he pleased. This wasn’t the seduction I had planned. I didn’t want to been getting my mouth raped by some guy I didn’t know. I was worried the old lady would hear the noise and wake up so I had to take action. I kicked the inspector in the shin and he winced from the pain and released my head and withdrew his battering ram cock. A trail of saliva hung from my lips to his engorged cock.
I said ‘Not like that!’ He said oh well get off at next stop and i’ll have the police waiting for you. I said’ Oh really. I squeezed some precum off his bellend and smeared it onto my bra. ‘I wonder what the police will say when I ask them to send my cum soaked bra to forensics. ‘You wouldn’t! ‘ he shrieked then put a hand to his mouth as he realised he was making a lot of noise.
‘Yes i would and I will. Unless you do what I say. I can shout rape at any moment and I’ll have a witness.’ He was gobsmacked. I don’t think He’d met too many dominant women before. He liked to get his own way with club sized cock. But he’d met his match now. I was calling the shots. I pulled his pants half way down and pushed him onto the opposite seat.
I sat on his lap and laughed quietly. He was shaking.
Probably because of the excitement but also partly because his career was in my hands now. I was sat on his knee facing him with my legs either side oh his. His penis was still like a marble pillar, upright and hard as anything. I undid his tie and used it to his hands behind his back. He tried to struggle but I shushed him with a finger on his lips and nodded in the old lady’s direction. This brute was going to be taught a lesson in how to behave towards a lady. I kissed him for a few minutes. He began to relax as I used my tongue and soft gentle kisses on his lips. Then I kissed him passionately and wanked his cock slowly.
This was turning me on too. I was bursting to remove my panties and feel his cock press against my inner thighs. I love the feel of a strong man in my arms and I love the feel of the power I hold of them. Ready to do what I say to ensure they have a great sexual experience. I had a bra with the fastener at the front and I snapped it open easily. I caressed a breast and pulled it from out of my low cleavage dress. My nipple was swollen and tender as I knelt up and rubbed it against the inspectors lips. He went to suck on it but i pulled away and the kisses him again. I teased him again with my nipple and he tried harder to suck but I was one step ahead. I got my other my tit out and squeezed them both. I took his cock between my titties and rubbed them up and down wanking his oozing cock. The precum lubricated my knockers and gave him a smooth ride. He was moaning. And begged me to free his hands so he could touch me.
‘Shut your mouth before you wake the old bag’ I hissed. I continued wanking him and stared at him with a look of warning not to open his trap. So he just accepted his fate and enjoyed the pearl necklace. I couldn’t believe how exciting and dangerous this was. The things one does when they are horny. It was my turn now to be pleasured I wanted to feel his lips on my private parts. So I whispered i was going to untie him. But once false move and I shout rape and pull the emergency cord. I then untied his hands and put my tits in his mouth. I let him have a few minutes to appreciate my pert supple breasts.
He moaned and placed his hands on my sides and moved them over my back. His touch was electric and sent shivers down my spine. His cock was throbbing and I wanted to feel it inside me. But not just yet. I took the tie and wrapped it round his head over his eyes. He began to question me but I said shut up or I’ll scream. I secured the blind fold and then got off his lap and stood up and removed my lace panties. I then knelt on his lap again and let him suck my tits. Then i lifted my top over his head and guided his tongue down my abdomen slowly.
I held his hands behind his back whilst he continued his descent. I stopped him just before he reached my groin and reminded him who was in charge. Then I said open wide and inserted a finger. He sucked on it hungrily to my surprise. I put in 2 fingers and he licked them all over. I then inserted my tasty 7 inch beautifully proportioned girl cock into his mouth. He sucked it half way and then realised it wasn’t my fingers. I grabbed his head and fucked all of my clit into his straight macho face. He wriggle about and tried to move his arm from behind his back. But i had them in place and pushed his body into the back of chair.
My love muscle was rock hard and pulsating inside his warm soft throat. I held him in place and fucked him like a slut this time round. I gave him a sharp slap to his face and hissed ‘suck my cock’. I then released his hands but kept my weight from allowing him to move forward. I wanked his cock and continued to ram his mouth with my girly cock. He started to moan and I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or disgust. I didn’t care. He treated me like a bitch so I was only returning the favour.
I pulled out my cock and let him have some air. Sometimes the best way on seducing a guy who has no idea I have a cock hidden in my panties is to just force in their mouth whilst they are unaware and unprepared. That way by the time they have got over the shock its already sunk in that they adore tranny cock. As I pulled out he moved his head to carry on sucking ‘ not realising I was going to withdraw my clit. It was then that I knew he liked my cock. He’d never have guessed I had a thick 7 inch ladycock in my panties and it was thrilling to expose him to a whole new world of sex.
I put my cock to his lips again and rubbed it over his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and swirled it all over my thick juicy throbbing boner. I slowly fed him my cock inch by inch until I had the whole thing stuffed in his mouth. He was moaning very quietly, enjoying this new sensation. I was loving the attention he was paying to my cock. He was a natural. I wish you were here to see his macho mouth work up and down my shaft while i played with my nipples. I was about to shoot my creamy tgirl cream down his throat so I pulled out and then stood up.
I pulled me dress off and pulled his trousers and briefs down to his ankles and then went on my knees and sucked on his semi hard cock. It became rock hard again in my mouth and I sucked him all the way whilst I played with my clit. This time there was no struggling to get him in my mouth. When I play with myself I am able to suck like a nanny goat. I got every inch of his 10 inch python down to the back of my throat. My lips stretched to accommodate his wide load. I was in heaven as I sucked him all the way and wanked myself silly.
I grabbed his hands and put them on the back of my head. He seemed scared to put them there after the telling off he’d had about raping my mouth earlier. But I forced his hands and he realised that I was ok with it. I let him face fuck me and this time I was happy to be his dirty little slut. He rammed into my face allowing my tongue to lick up and down his shaft as he went in and out of my mouth. My lipstick was smeared all over cock and it was so sexy.
He was enjoying this lots as I could feels his cock throbbing like it was going to explode. I didn’t want him to shoot yet. There was lots of other fun to be had. I stood up and turned him round and made him bend over. He had one knee on the seat opposite. I knelt again behind him and put my fingers over his scrotum and traced the shape ever so gently. This sent him wild and he shivered and jolted. He whispered that it tickles. I said just relax and I carried on. Soon he got used the sensations and I heard moans of ecstasy as I moved my hands over parts of his body most genetic girls are too scared to go. I then licked his balls and his moaning increased. My tongue went up to his perineum. He was trimmed there, which was great for me to get in every nook and cranny.
My cock was throbbing and I could hardly touch it for fear of cumming too soon. I was giving this guy a treat; being seduced in public on a moving train. Not only with a sexy babe, but also one who had a secret every guy fantasises about. I was showing him sensations he never knew existed with my tongue moving north to his chocolate starfish. I flicked over his hole and he twitched in pure pleasure. My tongue worked over his pucker and down to his balls and back up. I even managed to lick down his shaft and taste a drop of his sweet precum. I put a hand underneath his tummy and inserted a finger into his mouth. He lubed it up and then I put my finger at his ass entrance and pressed. It puckered open a little and he breathed deep. I spat on his hole and then worked my finger inside. He moaned and put his other knee on the chair. He was doggy style on the hair with his straight virgin ass in my face moaning like a whore.
I played inside his anus pushing in and out until he was able to take me easily. I moved my finger further in and felt for his prostate which I found. I rubbed it and he moaned loud. Too loud! I didn’t want an audience. I slapped his arse and reminded his to be quiet. I got him to suck my other finger and worked it inside him. He took both fingers well and began to thrust is ass back on them. My cock twitched with excitement of taking this man’s virginity. I inserted one more finger and got him really relaxed. I could pull out three fingers and push them in again with ease. He was ready.
I spat on my cock and put the head at the tip of his anus. I moved it round in a circle and he moaned and wiggle back in tendon. I then pushed slightly forward allowing the tip to enter. He loved the feeling as did I. This ass was so hot; round and peachy and bubbly. I could hardly resist from shoving my entire pole inside and burying it to the hilt. I may be a bossy bitch who always gets her man, but I also know how to get a man to surrender his ass the right way. So I worked a little bit more at a time, whilst listening to his moans of approval. He was still quite tight as I became more lodged inside and it felt like anal wall was moulding itself around my clit.
This macho stood was going to get a good hard fucking very soon. If I could just hold off ramming him. Before I knew it he was impaled on me and grinding his ass back. He could work it like a pro. I almost came from his movements. I pulled right out and then spat on my cock to add some more lube and then went inside him fully. He moaned loudly and I put my hand over his mouth. I caught the dirty bastard wanking himself and i slapped his hand away. He wasn’t going to cum without me! I continued to fuck him slow and deep, letting him get used to feeling of being penetrated by a shemale cock. I began to pick up pace, thrusting faster and longer inside him. He was a good shag, his never before played with anus was responding amazingly to my never ending attack with my clit. He tried to wank himself again and I pushed his had away. Just then I felt the train start to slow and he said ‘shit, miss I need to the guard room.’ I looked round and the old lady still slept. I said ok but I’m not leaving your ass.
I made him walk bent over with pants round his ankles as i walked behind with my cocked stuff up his ass. We walked through the next empty carriage and then we entered the guard room. The train was pulling into a station. I as fucked this dirty dick pig we passed people waiting to board the train. He popped his head out the little window and watch the people board. He tried to push me off in case anyway could see in. I slapped his arse very hard and he stifled a yelp. I gave an almighty thrust up his butthole and held my cock in tight whilst I grabbed his body hard against mine. I could see his eyes roll in ecstasy in his reflection in the waiting room window opposite. I carried on fucking him still gripped skin tight to him. He was breathing hard and pushing back on me so he could his head inside the train.
The passengers were on board now. I let him press a button to alert the driver and the train engine started again taking us to a high speed. I decided it was time for my slave to see his mistress at work. I told him to lie on the floor. I then knelt next to him and grabbed his ankles pulling off his trousers and making them into a pillow for his head. Then i popped my cock back inside him. I had his feet high in the air and my cock deep inside his belly.
He looked at me with an expression of pure lust. He was completely overtaken by the orgasmic feeling of my cock fucking his ass and touching his prostate. This is the male G spot where the most amazing and sensual pleasure is created. My big fat cock head was massaging his G spot with deep thrusts. His head moved forwards to see what I was doing to give him such a high. I wanked his cock whilst I kept up a steady of rhythm of fucking his tight ring. He began leaking loads of precum from the the prostate massage. I leant over and kissed him hard. He begged me to fuck him hard. The I felt he train pick up speed and it seemed like the train could read the inspectors thoughts. I increased my pace- my clit was pulled right out and then rammed back into him full force. His legs were wrapped round my back as we kissed and fucked like an out of control steam train pistons.
I could feel my orgasm approaching and I wanted to explode. This was the best ass I had ever shagged, and he looked so horny on the floor helpless to escape from my power fucking. I told him I was ready and asked him where he wanted my cream. He said he didn’t know so I decided for him. From nowhere I summoned the last of my stamina and really went to town fucking his cherry. He took over the wanking and brought himself to a climax. I was right behind him. He still had his work shirt on and he shot a huge thick load of white mess all over it. Then another, and another thick wad. The shirt was a mess of hot steamy love puss. This sent me over the edge.
I pulled out whilst he was still shooting and straddled his chest and shot my sweet creamy cock snot into his open mouth. I had never shot so much before in my life and i felt his continued volleys of cream shoot all over my back and ass. I was exhausted and sat back. By accident his cock pushed into my hole which I never allow men to enter. I needed to rest though and was unable to stop his huge cock enter me.
I had never had a double orgasm before. But this felt amazing and his cock pressed against my prostate creating another orgasm. My body rocked as at the intensity of the orgasm and I spewed forth lots of mores sticky white fluid which landed in the door handle. I was in pure ecstasy I’d never experienced before. I hadn’t had a cock inside me for years and now this mammoth cock most people who run away from was buried deep in my hole. I felt him continue to cum inside me and it was tricking out my hole.
I finally collapsed on top of the gorgeous inspector with his love wand inside me. We kissed for a long time and we both purred like cats. I gradually came to my senses and realised I was on a train and there were people about. I reluctantly got off the inspectors still hard cock and cleaned myself up. I went back into the carriage when i had seduced my sexy inspector and the old lady was awake. I saw my knickers on the floor where I had left them and picked them up.
The lady gave me a dirty look. I sat down with my back to her and smiled to myself. She got up and went into the guars room. The train slowed down then as it pulled into the station. I followed the woman to see what she was doing. She was speaking to the inspector and pointing towards the carriage she had just left. She mentioned me as the train stopped. I said ‘thanks for the ride gorgeous’, and blew him a kiss and handed him my ticket that I had had on me all the time. He went bright red but smiled. The old lady tutted and went to open the door getting my cum all over hand.

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