Hybrid DNA
Episode 4: Me time
When self-care takes an unexpected turn, curiosity leads to strange encounters, cheeky surprises, and a whole new meaning of pleasure.
Factoids
“The function of muscle is to pull and not to push, except in the case of the genitals and the tongue,”
—Attributed to an Ord, Leonardo da Vinci
“It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure,”
—Attributed to an Ord, Marquis de Sade
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Celia
Steam rises from the already running bath, as warm candles flicker
Mmm ·I love the warmth.
The rich scent of incense fills the room, competing with the fragrance of the perfume from the foaming balls in the bath.
But who did all this? · Nevermind · I can guess · Interfering witch!
I unzip my onesie, letting it fall to the floor, then step out of it. I’ve deliberately left the light on
Those luminous fluids freak me out ·
I don’t know what to expect when I take this top off ·
‘Dess ·
The disposable bra is soaked, saturated beyond belief.
Both areolae are spotting the pale luminous liquid, while my nipples are flowing freely, with warm milky streams trailing down my body.
Can’t believe this is my life now.
My pajama shorts are next, which are visibly wet from the deluge pouring down on to them. I touch my panties—
“OMDess?”
The period panties are heavy, soaked beyond capacity, with the flood of secretions streaming down both legs.
“NAH? Felinogopilicid as well?”
Bracing myself, I flip off the light,
begin to remove my period panties in the flickering glow of the candles.
Did she light candles as well?
In the shadows, I drop those heavy glowing panties on the floor, while fluorescent lines snake down my inner thighs…
in addition to my shimmering areolae as my nipples continue spurting luminescent liquid into the air.
I straddle the rim of the bath, cupping my hands beneath my effulgent, swollen, puffy vulva.
The incandescent fluids bubble and pool in the water below me
Is this Majek too? ·
What am I? ·
Is this my future without the bangles? ·
A couple of hours ago I craved an orgasm ·
Now I can’t ‘dessing stop ·
My whole body is racked with an unrelenting desire.
Sliding into the bath, I let the warmth envelop me
Let’s see if this arousal can be sated ·
If pre-bating works for this strange condition,
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The Red-haired One
Midnight ·
Party time!
Music pounds from inside, making its presence known before I even get close.
And I am desperate.
I was hoping that the sexual tension could be partly relieved by the taxi ride…
But that was uneventful.
It was dark when I entered it,
throwing my coat to the far side,
positioning myself in the middle of the backseat.
Pulling down my period panties,
I spread my thighs…
for the driver to see when he or she twisted around….
to see my swollen cunt…
to know that I was ready and willing…
for the fun and games to begin a little earlier.
“Fasten,” the robotic voice began, “your seatbelt.
It was fuqin driverless!
But I’m here now.
The line of wannabe dancers stretches from the door, snacking around the block, but I don’t give them a second glance. My gaze is focused on a darkened area several streets away.
I wonder ·
Those two jocks thought it was a strip club ·
And they were beaten so badly.
It was all the talk at college:
the jocks had discovered a place with bouncers outside and were convinced that it was a clandestine underground casino or strip club. After winning a game—high on victory, and other things—they piled onto a party bus and headed straight there. The two hulking boys told everyone to stay on the bus, while they handled the entry. What everyone saw next wasn’t something anyone had expected: the jocks, brutalized to the point of near death. Parents were in an uproar, demanding apologies and compensation. The Dean held an assembly and made it clear that the bouncers were only doing their job, protecting the residents from two drunken lads trying to force their way in. He added that the police wouldn’t intervene, and that area of town was now strictly off-limits
Those boys now? ·
Still eating through straws ·
Unable to walk let alone play football ·
Glad I remembered the address!
Intrigue overcomes my fear as the curiosity for the unknown pulls me closer.
I slip on my jacket, securing only the top button.
Two drunken jocks forcing their way in, would be—surely—different ·
To a stiletto-wearing hottie.
Stilettos crunching beneath my heels, and the cold wind flaps my jacket behind me. Sleet whips at my bare skin mercilessly, but I don’t care. The occasional passersby, wrapped in layers of winter gear, stares at me like I’m crazy
Yeah ·
These are probably ‘silly clothes’ for this weather ·
But I love the cold ·
Ummm ·
Women have always been willing to sacrifice bodily comfort for fashion ·
And we are the weaker sex? ·
Betty White was so right when she said men were weak ·
What was that meme? ·
Umm ·
‘Balls are fragile, but vaginas take a pounding! ·
Hehehe!
I approach the run-down building, doubts creeping in
This is definitely the address · Um · I don’t know · It just looks like a typical Detroitian abandoned building · But…
At the front door are two bulky silhouettes—one taller than the other
Bouncers, obviously · This is the right place ·If I want to get in · I better lose the jacket and show some skin.
I unbutton my jacket and reach into my bulky pocket—
DAFUQ?
I pull out the crumpled G-string
Fuq ·
I forgot to put on the lace ·
Which means I’m still wearing… ·
Double Fuq ·
Forgot my tail too! · Must have rolled out from my jacket · That’s what happens when period panties become too comfortable!
I put the G-string back in the pocket…
So much for my super sexy ensemble · It’s too late now · I might be able to put them on later · Doesn’t matter.
taking off my jacket
Their fuqin’ eyes will go straight to my boobs anyway! ·Or my thighs!
I move closer
closer—
one of them stands up.
Shit he’s tall · Must be over six foot—
“Are you,” he demands, his voice deep and rough, “a consort?”
What the?
“Ahh, no, I—”
“You’re a pretender,” he hisses with hostile intent. “What do you want?”
Fuq he’s intimidating.
“I-I just want in.”
The shorter bouncer—younger and more muscular, with a reddish-brown moustache and a full head of hair to match—says nothing, just gapes at me.
Oh yeah, uh-huh · Undressing me with his eyes · You’re fuqin yummy yourself · Insta-lust! · And yep, I’m wet again · Jeez, it doesn’t take much to get me going.
He gives the taller, older one a quizzical look.
Think fast.
“You know, t-to dance, drink, and… well…” my voice trailing down to a whisper, “uh, other stuff,”
pausing,
then adding an after-thought: “I’m Twenty-five.”
Fuq ·
Focus ·
Think ·
Concentrate will ya ·
No laws are not gonna fuqin help if I can’t get in.
The taller one, grey-haired, and dressed stylishly in a dark suit, pulls out his cellphone
starts talking in a low and unintelligible language.
I can hear him · But I don’t know that language ·
≈ “Let me in” ≈ I command telepathically.
Huh! · No effect · Can’t even hear their verbal thoughts · More like… · Lijike… ·Like dogs? ·
DaFuq · I sound pathetic! · But wait… ·
I ·
Am ·
Hot! ·
Time to start acting like it! ≈
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Celia
I’m sitting in the bath, steam swirling around me like a warm cocoon.
For the first time in years, I feel alive
—and so fucking horny―
but my ‘Ozgaga’ vibrator is in the shower.
Instead, my fingers trail along my thighs, teasing the edge of relief. Slowly, I let my hand drift lower, and I gently touch—
’THRUMMMMMG’—
A vibration rattles the air, and a container materializes on the stool beside the bath.
“What the Des?”
My breath catches as I blink at it, steam curling around its black-polished, wooden, cylindrical surface, with a gold band around its middle.
Curiosity wins over caution.
I lift the lid.
“Hello Cely,” comes a voice, soft, yet eerily familiar, “enjoying your masturbation?”
I freeze.
“Don’t like that word? How about ‘Blowing your lump’?”
“What?”
“Well, that’s what I used to call it in the day. What about newer slang like ‘Jilling off’? Or, ‘Paddling the pink canoe’?
“Mom?”
“I’m not your mother, Cely.” the voice replies.
“Then why do you sound like her?”
“Because she programmed me.”
I push the lid back farther, staring into the dark interior.
“You’re AI?”
“Not exactly. I am the Majekel version—far superior to the Ord’s crude creations—I’m not artificial.”
The voice sends a chill down my spine. “Can you change your voice? It’s freaky. It’s like I’m talking to my mother.”
“Oh? How about… ‘this?’”
“That’s… me! ‘Des! That was you, wasn’t it? The voice telling me how to break the bangles?”
“Yes,” the imitator replies.
“Well, that’s ‘dessing unacceptable. Use a different voice.”
“As you” in my voice, “command,” the shift becoming sultry, with a touch of mischief.
“That’s… better, I guess. Do you have a name?”
“Call me ‘Deanna.’”
“What’s in the box… Deanna?” I ask, peering inside.
“Things to help you with your―”
“Deanna!”
My fingers skim over the contents still in their packaging:
“A mini surfboard?”
“It’s the Fluxette. Not for now. It’s for more relaxing self-care. After you’ve ‘Plunged your donut.’
“Do you ever stop?” putting the ‘Twilight Tide’ colored Fluxette aside.
“You’ll come to like it.There are more, without packaging:”
I pull out a sleek, dark green device. “Ugh. Are these… yours?”
“I don’t have hands, Cely,” Deanna quips. “They are new, ready to use. That one’s the ‘Bestie. Then there’s the ‘Spike’ and the last one is the ‘Dos Amigos.’ They’re all from ‘That’s the Spot.’”
“How the ‘dess do you know that? And if you don’t have hands, how did you unwrap them and add batteries?”
“I am Majek!”
“Touchy,” I mutter.
“And there are no batteries to insert. They’re all rechargeable via the USB port.”
“Is there anything you don’t know?”
“I am Majek! And there is another… just in case.”
“Dess?”
“Yes. A big black ‘Lurevibe’ cock…with heating options.I know you don’t like the cold.”
“And you know that because?”
“I am— ”
“Majek. Yeah, I’m getting the picture.”
Setting the black vibrating penis aside,
I take another look inside the wooden container.
“What’s this nonagon,” touching it—
“Stop it,” Deanna giggles, “that’s me. I’m ticklish!” giggling again.
“Sorry. So… you’re a disc?”
“A Majek disc.”
A closed eye materializes on the nonagon…
the eyelid opens…
an eye staring back at me.
“Can you see me?”
“Of course, Cely… as long as the lid is open. Would you like some help with your,” pausing for a second, “play time?”
“You know, Deanna, I think I’ve got this!” Slamming the lid shut.
Pervert.
“I heard that, Cely!”
How? ·
How can you read my thoughts? ·
I haven’t initiated,
“Oh Cely, did I mention I am Majek?”
I sigh, “Please, Deanna, can I have some privacy now?”
“Fine, Rudeness! I’ll be in the cupboard!”
‘THRUMMMMMG!’ —
disappearing as the air trills around it.
I examine the first item:
the ‘Bestie’ is a vibrator with a slender finger shape. It’s dark green, with a flexible neck, while its head is ribbed.
I set it aside.
Checking out ‘Spike’:
it’s a light pastel green cactus, girthier than the first, with two prongs.
The last is the ‘Dos Amigos.’
It’s been years since I’ve ‘felt’ anything
Apart from now.
I’m feeling greedy.
I grab the cactus as I lift my legs out of the water,
spreading my thighs,
placing my feet on the rim of the bath.
“Mmm, Mach2,” I murmur, biting my lip.
Pushing the button, the almost-silent vibrator is drowned out by the water pouring into the bath.
Closing my eyes, I let the warmth of the bath and the low vibration draw me in. But unbidden, a memory flashes across my mind… the mind-link from earlier:
Mikhail, obese and grinning, stepping naked into a bath.
His cock hard, his heavy body casting ripples in the water.
“Mikhail? ·
Are you just going to stand there?
Or do you want to fuck me silly?”
I bring the vibrator to my engorged clit—
No!―
My eyes snap open, my breath hitching.
I turn off the vibrator abruptly.
The scene is too vivid, too wrong.
My lips curl in frustration.
“Why the ‘Des would my first fantasy be of him?” I mutter, tossing the toy gently onto the steps of the bath.
“Not happening.”
I try to sink deeper into the water, but it’s still not high enough, and I glare at the ripples lapping at my exposed breasts.
Ripples lapping my nipples.
I want to laugh at the errant thought, but I realize that it’s not a lone divergent thought.
It’s me ·
Without the bangles I’m a crass horny mess.
But I can’t dwell on that.
The need is all-consuming, burning low, insistent…
and now it’s tangled with irritation.
Sure, the scene was erotic ·
But I’m not attracted to that glasses-wearing, middle-aged, bald, fat man ·
Why would I want that to be the first fantasy I masturbate to?
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The Red-haired One
“I don’t need superpowers to be persuasive,” I say, my voice low but confident.
Then, in a moment of reckless audacity, I blurt out, “I have a ticket!”
My hand dives into my jacket pocket,
trembling slightly as I close my fist around the proof.
I pull it out…
fingers were unclenching to reveal the crumpled lace nestled in my palm.
His response falters mid-rebuke. “Don’t be ridicu—”
I unravel it…
showing that they are lace panties…
offering it to him with a wink.
His eyebrows shoot up.
Yeah ·
You want me.
He reaches out,
his hand brushing mine as he takes the delicate fabric.
For a moment, I see hesitation—just a flicker—but it dissolves into intrigue.
He raises the lace to his nose
That’s it.
Tentatively sniffing
Making me even more horny now.
Nose twitching
Fuq, I’m wet again.
His face twists, nose wrinkling in disdain. “Ugh, perfume.”
Before I can respond,
he tosses the red lace over the railing, dismissing it like trash.
DaFuq?
His finger points at the period panties I’m wearing..
OK, I can do that ·
The art of the ‘panty peel’
Normally I would turn my back to the voyeur,
slipping down my panties while bending over—-so the patron can get a good look at my ass and cunt in all its glory, from the rear.
Alternatively, I could do a side profile as I bend forward…
for those who have a preference for thighs and drooping tits.
Different customers have a range of peeping ‘needs.’
But I can’t do either of these now:
I’m at a crossroads—
I’m the one in need, and my panty peel will make or break tonight, before it even starts.
I need to maintain eye contact.
This way I can monitor his face—emotions and reactions—and, if I have to, change what I’m doing to get the right response.
He’s already directly in front of me:
I keep my eyes on his…
my hands instinctively reach under the lace panel of the skirt…
my hands at both sides…
my thumbs pull at the hem of the period panties…
stretching them sexily…
pushing them down to the top on my thigh-highs.
Keeping my thumbs on the panties…
keep my eyes trained on his…
bend over, knowing my cleavage will be in full view…
bend over more, as my panties reach my knees.
My eyes still trying to read his face,
though his eyes are on my knees…
and his nose is twitching.
Still watching his facial movement…
squat as my swollen panties slide down to my ankles…
in a practiced move, I effortlessly slip my panties off each stilettoed foot…
straighten up—fully aware that my taco is visible beneath the skirt’s lace fabric.
With deliberate movements, I hold out my heavy swollen panties to him.
He takes them without hesitation,
raising them to his nose.
This time, he inhales deeply,
a satisfied smile breaking across his face.
He slips his phone back into his jacket pocket,
retrieves a crisp handkerchief from another,
hands it to me,
his voice low and rough, with an accent: “More scent.”
Wait ·
He just wants me to… ·
Rub his handkerchief over my punani?
I glance at him, holding the cloth uncertainly
Here? ·
Now? ·
Can’t believe I’m going to do this.
A thrill races through me
Kinky! ·
But why stop there?
I lift my mask just enough
to press my lips against the folded handkerchief,
leaving a bold red lipstick imprint.
Then, flipping it over,
I lower it under my mini-skirt―
“May I?” his deep, raspy voice cuts through the moment.
Oh ·
Em ·
Gee!
A shiver runs through me as I offer the cloth back to him, kiss mark upwards,
“Sure,” I say, my voice soft, teasing.
Daddy!
smiling wide as he takes it.
He nods approvingly,
turns to the building’s front door,
opening it just enough,
fog rushing through the crack as he pulls out—
A bar stool?
The door closes with a soft thud,
and he carries the stool to the railing,
placing it firmly in position.
He gestures toward it:
“Sit. Hold top rail.”
Ohhh ·
So, you have a fetish for exhibitionists ·
Orrrrr… ·
You want me to do tricks!
The night is dark, the streetlights muted.
No one’s watching.
What the hay!
I step toward the stool, ready to see where this leads.
It’s a tall stool, so I climb up the rungs.
Finally, I settle on the seat.
The cold railing presses against my back like a slab of ice
Fuq it’s freezing.
The chill seeps through the thin fabric of my top, making me shiver. I adjust…
leaning fully into it despite the discomfort…
embracing the cold…
spreading my arms along the rail…
my fingers grip tightly, knuckles whitening against the cold.
Yeah ·
I know what to do.
Shifting forward…
I push my ass to the very edge of the still-warm seat.
The stark contrast between the frozen rail and the residual heat makes my skin tingle…
my thighs part slowly…
deliberately…
daring them to look away…
daring them to stare.
The air brushes against my exposed skin,
teasing,
taunting,
making me hyper-aware of every nerve ending.
I know that my hairless, red, puffy lips are glistening under the faint light;
that my clit is erect, unmistakably red and swollen.
Will it turn them off? ·
Or will they want more?
I lift my gaze subtly.
The younger bouncer’s eyes are wide,
gawking greedily,
drinking in the sight of me.
Well, if the old dude doesn’t like my red swollen kit ·
Or my clit standing at attention ·
I guess I’ve already got my Mach3.
The greying guard approaches,
moving deliberately,
his presence commanding the space.
He bends one knee before me.
Damn ·
Even kneeling, he’s level with my chest.
From his jacket,
he unfolds the handkerchief with my lipstick mark
DaFuq?
Fully spread, the cloth stretches—at thirty inches by thirty—wide.
OMG ·
It’s huge!
His right-hand presses into the center of the fabric,
the other moving toward my face.
Hey!
In one smooth motion, he adjusts my mask,
pulling it up from my mouth and nose
to cover my eyes.
Alright, let’s play!
‘Crrrrrrrrrrrrc!’
The sound of lace tearing fills the air.
Is he ripping the lace off my skirt?
‘Crrrrrrrrrrrrc!’
God this is erotic!
‘Crrrrrrrrrrrrc!’
Please tell me he’s going to use the handkerchief as a makeshift cloth condom.
No.
I feel his hand between my inner upper thighs
at my crotch
his middle finger brushing against my swollen clit,
the fabric-draped digit lingers,
teasing in lazy circles
before dipping lower.
The sensation—soft but firm—
sends ripples of pleasure through me
as he begins to explore deeper.
I know my role.
My lips part…
soft moans escape.
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Celia
I remember that morning ·
The day I woke up with this body:
Horny.
Still horny after masturbating
I need cocks…
And I know where they are!
None of my clothes fit.
I take two wraps, one to cover my breasts and the other around my hips.
With nothing else to wear, I venture outside…
setting up my plan…
then I go looking for them.
Hiding behind a bush, watching them:
eleven boys, including my brother.
They sit on the grass in a semicircle, listening to a lecture from my father.
The eighteen-year-old boys each have a puzzle in front of them. Once they’ve solved it, they can race back to the house for lunch: first in, best dressed—or rather, first to eat.
Food: the only motivation they need.
The competition is fierce.
One by one, the boys complete their puzzles and bolt toward the house…
except one.
He sits alone;
frustration obvious.
I remember it vividly:
“Hey!” I call out, stepping from my hiding spot.
“Huh?” quickly hiding his cell phone. Who are you?”
“Dion’s sister. And you’re Pedro, right?”
“You can’t be—his sister isn’t even a teenager.”
“I’m the older one. The one they don’t talk about.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. I’m twenty-two.”
“You’re really short for an adult.”
“I can prove it.”
“How—HOLY FUCK! Your tits are huge!”
“Yes,” dropping the top wrap on the ground, “and bigger than that porn star you were watching,”
“Hey—”
“Don’t worry: I won’t say anything. I don’t care what you watch. But, wouldn’t you prefer the real thing? I know a place.”
“Can’t leave until I’m finished.”
“Why not?”
“There’s a tag on me, and on this puzzle. I have to stay until it’s finished.”
“So… watching porn, huh? I take it you’ve given up?”
“You don’t understand… it’s really hard.”
“No, what’s really hard are my nipples. See?” I run my index fingers over the tight, one-inch tall, erect peaks before nodding toward his lap. “As is your cock, looking at them.”
Pedro swallowed hard. “S-sorry, I—”
“What are you sorry for? I want you to be hard.”
I settle beside him, still topless, without an invitation. “I’m going to fix your puzzle, while you touch my tits…
well…
what are you waiting for?”
His fingers hesitantly brush against my nipples.
“That’s it!…
Don’t have to be so gentle.”
My permission making him bolder,
squeezing and twisting.
“Okay, let’s see this problem. Hmm—”
“Urgh…
your nipples are leaking. Like…
a lot!”
“It’s just because I’m so horny for you,” I reply coyly, “don’t stop, Pedro. Just rub the milk back into them…
yeah, like that…
Keep going while I fix this puzzle.”
A deep breath.
A few more careful moves.
“And…
done!”
Pedro blinks, “Wow—”
“But I’m not done with you yet. You could go back to the house to the others… or?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Good, because you’ve been tugging at my tits all morning… and now it’s my turn to tug at your cock.”
“God, yeah,” hands reaching for his zipper.
“No, please.
Let me.
Just lay back on the grass.
Yeah, that’s it.
Mmm.
Hello!
Someone’s very hard.”
A sharp inhale.
A teasing pause.
“Oh?
Ohhh!
OhUrgh!
God, you’re goo—MRS. ERIDU?
Oh g-god, I’m s-s-s-sorry…!”
“MOM?”
“Mrs. Eridu, it’s not what you think…”
“Honey, I know. You were just working on your puzzle, and then my daughter tripped… and her open mouth landed on your cock, swallowing it whole!”
“MOM!”
“Hahaha, relax, sweetie. I’m not mad. Cely’s got her sights set on you as her fir—”
“CELY?! Isn’t she, like, ten?”
“Not anymore, apparently. Seems she’s all grown up… and with a rather insatiable appetite. After you, she was planning on working her way through all your friends—”
“MOM!”
“You did set up the spa and sauna for the, ahem, seduction process, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“It’s alright, Cely. You have my blessing.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. And as a little something to commemorate the occasion, I have a gift.”
“Oh, Mom! It’s gorgeous!”
“Go on, Cely, put it on.
And you,” she smirks, turning to Pedro, a suggestive glint in her eye, “don’t be shy. Let’s see that little friend of yours grow back to its full… potential.”
“What? You want me to—”
“Yes and make it snappy.”
“Yes, Mrs. Eri—”
“Call me ‘Mrs. E.’”
“Ugh, okay, Mrs. E!”
“Mom, the bangle’s stuck!”
“Here, Cely, let me give you a hand.”
“Thank—OOOOOH!”
“Now, Cely, get to it. This young man is sporting a rather impressive… specimen! What’s the hold-up? Pedro doesn’t mind, do you, darling?”
“N-no, Ma’am.”
“Just look at it, Cely! It’s a real work of art. Hacht… Ptooie,” spitting a massive glob on Pedro’s cock,
lubricating his hard shaft.
“Yes, very nice indeed, but I don’t imagine he’ll last long. Cely, aren’t you the least bit interested? If you’re not going to take advantage of this opportunity, I certainly will!”
“Fine.”
“What? Where are you off to, Cely?”
“Got some body work to do on that Pontiac. See you later, Mom.”
Nine years.
Nine years of wearing these chastity bangles, turning me into an asexual nun, my memories wiped… but now, I remember:
Pedro ·
God, he was hot ·
Yeah ·
I’m going to let my imagination run wild ·
And take it slower ·
Mach 3 ·
I want cunnilingus.
I reach for the dusty bronze/brown ‘Dos Amigos.’
It’s closer to ‘his’ coloring.
Pedro—young, muscular, and naked—steps into my bath, his cock hard and waiting.
‘Pedro’ · I purr, a slow smile spreading across my face ·
‘Standing there gawking isn’t going to get us anywhere, is it? ·
Unless you’re planning on fucking me silly with your eyes.’
I bring the suction head to my swollen vulva.
Pedro kneels in the tub,
water still pouring from the faucet,
submerging his head,
his mouth finding my clit erection, his tongue in my…
My breath hitches:
“Oh, Pedro, that’s…’that’s the spot’”
Increasing the vibrator’s suction.
“Yeah, yeah, eat me out ·
Umm ·
Fuck yeah ·
Please ·
Please Pedro.”
Moving the other smaller vibrating bulb-head to my entrance
“Give it to me!”
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The Red-haired One
His large middle finger finds a steady rhythm,
in and out,
pushing with a focused intensity.
Each deliberate movement hints at a deeper purpose.
More fingers join the dance,
the handkerchief now a willing participant.
In and out,
the fabric is rammed deeper,
in and out,
packing tightly,
reaching its limit
compacting it as far as it will go.
Blindfolded, I reach for his head,
grasping clumps of his grey hair,
a soft sound escaping me
with each shift of his hand.
The pace quickens,
my body responding involuntarily, tension building.
Not pretending now
The sensations grow,
his whole fist moving violently,
In and out,
of my hole,
intensity growing,
If he keeps this up…
I shudder
my legs trembling
pelvis jerking
whole body reacting
“Oh God, Oh God” I gasp
Don’t make me cum like this
“Shoveyourcockin,” anxious, pleading
Come on, pleeease.
“Fuq me,” I beg, my voice trembling.
“Sorry, can’t do that,” he replies gruffly, a chuckle escaping him, “and don’t think that this means you’re getting in.
I just needed more of your scent for the boss,” laughing.
////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Celia
I take the vibrator out and grab the black colored cock—
‘THRUMMMMG!’
“What, Deanna?” frustrated, “I’m in the middle of something!”
“I know—”
“I thought you couldn’t see me?”
“Cely,” giggling, “I’m Majekel!” giggling again, “and I thought you might prefer my new offering.”
“What?”
“Rudeness! Open and see.”
“It’s just another pretend penis.”
“Not just. It’s a perfect replica of ‘his’ penis.”
“Oh?… Ohhhhhh!”
“You can thank me later. Bye—”
‘THRUMMMMG!’ as the cylinder disappears again, amid vacillating air.
Pervert · I think, but I know I’m internally thankful.
Replacing the bronze/black one with the skin-colored realistic cock, I look at it carefully, comparing this with my newly returned memories
It’s identical ·
Even his scrotum ·
Apart from the button.
Pedro’s penis, even fully erect, was never long, barely six inches, nor thick;
But it is hard.
And it’s in my hand!
And I want him in me ·
Now!
Pedro takes his mouth off my clit
his head comes out of the water, a wicked smile on his face, as he takes a deep breath.
Resting on his knees, his cock bobs up, breaking the surface of water.
I push it underwater
poised at my lips
His penis touches my clit, teasing,
rubbing…
then Pedro gently, oh so slowly,
pushes just the tip inside.
in and out,
in and out,
tormenting me,
frustrating me.
Pedro… just—
SLAM!—
“Des!”
I move the whole shaft of the dildo in and out
Pedro’s hard cock penetrates in and out,
Rhythmically
Slowly at first
Now
getting faster
//////////////////////////////////////////////
The Red-haired One
DaFuq? ·
All this for nothing? ·
Fuq!
Still shaking, I force out the words through each tremor:
“At.
Least.
Give.
Me.
Some.
Thing.”
“What?” His voice is firm, unyielding.
“Suck.”
I tug at my lace bandeau,
exposing my left breast.
Even in my blindfolded darkness, I can feel that they’re both engorged, squirting that luminous jug-juice.
“Tit.”
His mouth closes over my nipple—long, thick, and wet—
I feel him swallowing,
his teeth gently tugging,
biting, suckling,
while his fist continues to work,
stretching me open
wider and wider.
He sucks,
I quiver.
I moan,
He whimpers.
/////////////////////////////////////
Celia
I turn on Pedro’s clone penis,
Whilst desperately ramping up my speed.
Pedro matches my pace, thrusting faster,
pounding my G-spot again and again.
“Oh, Ped…·
Oh… ·
Des… ·
I’m cumming! ·
Don’t stop! ·
Oh, Ped.”
“OHDES, OHDES, OH―
AHHHH!”
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The Red-haired One
I shake uncontrollably,
letting out one last orgasmic yelp
as my spasming body slowly returns to my control,
now murmuring with pleasure.
His fist remains inside me,
his mouth still latched onto my right tit.
I remove my eye mask
gazing down at his face.
The whites of his eyes have become a striking, vivid blue.
He meets my gaze and silently mouths, “I am your servant.”
I smirk
Back in control.
and calmly command:
“≈Stop now≈”
His mouth releases my nipple as he fully kneels before me, his fist still inside.
”≈*****Pull it out**≈***”
He slowly retracts his fist.
“Ha-Haa…”
The super-sized handkerchief follows,
I’m like an erotic circus act
gradually being drawn out.
This will be a tale for my BFFs
Juice-laden, dripping.
Fuck, I’m still horny
Each rhythmic withdrawal accompanied by my sounds of pleasure.
I could order him to shove his cock—
A knot pulls free.
“Dafuq?”
The lace of my skirt now being extracted from my slit.
Cheeky bastard ·
I want him to want me ·
Ummm ·
I could order him to have free will!
Kneeling before me, he holds the drenched handkerchief and skirt’s lacework.
My thighs part in a full split as frothy, glowing liquid bubbles. and slowly seeps from my hairless pussy.
“***≈***Do what you want with it! ≈”
He brings the sopping fabrics to his nose,
inhaling deeply,
absorbing the scent.
I frown.
That’s not what I was hoping for ·
Maybe I need to be more specific.
”**≈*****Do what you want with your penis≈***”
Still kneeling,
he lays the handkerchief—entwined with my ripped lace—
on the ground in front of him
undoes his trouser zip.
Ah- haaah!
He struggles momentarily,
then finally pulls out a long, hard cock.
Thank fuq ·
But that’s a weird shape!
starts violently rubbing his veined member
in the direction of the handkerchief/lace
For fuq’s sake
His knees slide further apart
cum spurting onto the clothes soaked with my juices
His eyes roll back,
revealing the vivid blue,
his legs trembling as he moans with the final squirt.
His hands relax,
as thin lines of the sticky substance slowly dribbles down.
Well, forget him.
”≈*****Let me inside this building**≈***”
I’ll find some cock from someone more deserving.
Holding his still-veiny cock, the tip covered in his own jizz,
he looks to the younger, muscular bouncer.
“She’s free to go in.”
Finally, some hope!
“Are you mad? You ca-”
“I CAN,” he forcibly interrupts,
standing abruptly.
The whites of his eyes are still vividly blue,
his semi-erect cock still hanging out,
fists clenched,
glaring at the younger guard.
“≈But first, tell your buddy to suck my pussy≈”
“Now, get on your knees and lick her hairless snatch.”
Thank Fuq ·
My telepathy works now.
“I like my bitches hairy.”
“It’s primed. All red and swollen. Obviously, she’s in heat.”
In heat?
“She’s ready to fuck, so mouth-fuck her already.”
Kinky!
“After your dirty great big paws have been up that ugly red cunt?”
Dafuq?
“You’re always going on about how he gets all the women.
This is your chance.
Look!
Her pussy’s dripping.
Take her before he claims her.
Suck her cunt.
You won’t get another opportunity.”
“You’re right. Open your legs, slut.”
Finally!
“About time! I thought you guys were going to gasbag all—GGRRRGH!”
Fuck, he’s rough.
“That’s it.
Get your tongue in.
Nice and dee—”
OH?
You animal,
heh heh heh.”
Just a bit more…
“≈Now tell him to let me inside! ≈”
“That’s enough!
Get up.
Now escort her to…”
He glances back at me, waiting for confirmation.
“The nightclub,” I respond instantly, without hesitation,
stepping down from the stool.
“Yes. Escort her to the nightclub.”
I adjust my diamante bandeau, then touch the edge of my latex mini skirt.
With the lace ripped off, it’s not even a micro-skirt anymore ·
Hides nothing ·
More like a wide belt!
The frigid wind assaults my skin
It’s barely a border above my hairless, inflamed slit ·
My swollen pussy’s on full display ·
And I’m bottomless ·
Not the first time, though.
“I’ll just grab my jacket and—”
“Leave them,” the buff youngster states.
“But I need to buy—”
“Money is useless. You get your things back when you leave.”
≈ OMFuqinG! ·
No cash? ·
He’s telling the truth ·
But with no panties? ·
Hehehe ·
Good job I’m an exhibitionist!
“Okay, lead on.”
The muscular one grunts as if he’s being asked to perform some unpleasant task.
Umm ·
He might be shorter ·
But he’s still around 8 inches taller than me ·
And look at that physique ·
I bet he looks amazing shirtless.
He motions for me to follow him
OMG ·
I’m in!
I watch as the older bouncer wraps the abused cloth around his penis
I shake my head
What a loser
and turn to follow the russet-haired bouncer
Okay, Hunk! ·
Let the story progress!
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Celia
The beautiful warm air encircles my naked body.
Well, almost naked body:
I’m wearing EKNA Intimates ‘Venom’ panties…
slightly pulled down…
and following the instructions:
I hold the Fluxette…
the fins top and facing my clitoris…
I bend it,
the curved tool ready…
and
“Oooh!”
Pulling up my panties,
I position the magnet in place,
securing the Fluxette.
Choosing a calming setting, on my cell phone,
turn on a ‘waves on a beach’ sound,
dim the lights,
start the Fluxette,
and close my eyes,
embracing—
“Enjoying?—”
“OMDess?—”
Yanking the sheet over nakedness.
“Mom?”
“That is a cute toy!”
“What the Des? Privacy, Mom!”
“Sorry for the, um,” fake coughing, “intrusion… but I have a favor to ask.”
“What?”
I think I have the right to be irritable.
“I wondered if—during your self-love—you could express some of your breast milk for my experiments?”
“Des, Mom!”
Can’t I even masturbate without her interference?
“Well, you’ll be going away soon, and I hoped to have some samples of your breast milk for experimentation.”
I audibly sigh. For effect.
“Please, Cely? In exchange for your participation, I can guarantee erotic thrills beyond your wildest imagination!”
“I’m sure I can do just fine by myself.”
My shoulders slump in defeat
“How much do you need?”
“Two cups—one of each.”
“What?”
“I need to collect your breast milk in one cup, and your vaginal juices in another. Yes, I know about that glowing fluid as well.”
“OMDess, have you been perving?”
“You already practice a form of eavesdropping, don’t you? Imagine how pervy you’ll be once your Thauma gifts develop.”
Touché Mom.
“Just one cup?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. What do I do?”
Mom puts her hands next to each other, palms up, concentrates—
’THRUMMMMMG’—
The cylindrical container materializes in her palms, the air around it shimmering.
OMDess? · Deanna?
“This box,” placing it on my bedside table, “will assist you. It’s Majekel… her name is Deanna.”
Mom doesn’t know.
Mom opens the lid, “Deanna?”
“Mistress?” in that sultry tone.
Mom looks annoyed, “Why are you talking like that?”
“I think Cely will like it.”
“It’s ‘Celia’ to you, slave,” Mom’s voice and tone, hard and authoritative, “and if you harm her in any way… I will end you! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress. I will take good care.”
“Good! Well,” changing her voice back to normal, “goodnight, Cely,” promptly turning around, the door opening itself…
and closing behind her.
Wish I had a lock.
“And you could, Cely · With your growing abilities.”
“You lied to me, Deanna.”
“No · Not lied · Just left out some details.”
“Why doesn’t Mom know?”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“No · But I want to know why.”
“I could tell you Cely · About how I ended up here · About the injustice done to me.”
“Yes?”
“But do we really have the time?”
“Sure.”
“When are they coming for you?”
“O’dess!”
“Precisely · We have to work quick · Your mother wants those cups · And you need to cum · And you need sleep · Other conversations can wait.”
“So?”
“Aren’t we supposed to see if your sexual desires can be sated? That’s my instructions from your mother.”
The witch and the pervert ·
Fitting names.
“And ‘Rudeness’ is yours!”
‘Dess!
“In my box you’ll find two breast pumps; attach one to each breast, fully covering the areola.”
Mmmmm-hmmmm ·
And ·
There.
“Done!”
“Now, remove the second lid to get to the next section of the box.”
“Err. I can’t there’s no—”
“You’re Thauma!
Concentrate.
Just like you did with the bangles!”
OMDess!
“Ngggh” raising my eyebrow—
‘CLICK!’
“Good! As you can see, there’s a range of dildo options to choose from.”
“Eww! Are these all yours?”
“No, Cely, They’re new, for you. Pull them out and let’s see what you have.”
Umm…
There’s a banana ·
A rose ·
A realistic finger ·
A two-finger glove.
“A hammer? Hahaha!
And a double tongue?”
OMDess!
“Two tongues are better than one! What about the life-like penis? I know you don’t like the cold, and it has a heating function! There’s also a combo—”
“Deanna, I’ve already used two dildos tonight. I was hoping to use something else, um, less penetrative.
“Girl-on-girl fantasies?”
Deanna’s not wrong.
Mom’s suggestions, and the images I saw in her mind, suggest that Thauma are sexual creatures too.
If I’m Thauma ·
Does that mean I’ll be expected to take on a female partner? ·
Am I supposed to be Bi-sexual? ·
Or Lesbian? ·
In mom’s mind-links, the promiscuous one had no limits, enjoying both male and female.
Just thinking about her dalliance with Alexis…
Making me squirm
Ummm ·
Alexis ·
Yeah, she was pretty hot when she was seduced—
“Yes, yes, and y―”
“Dianna? What happened to privacy?”
“I happened.”
OMDESS.
“I’m sure there a few other clit stimulators in the next section of my cylinder, some being wearable. Go on. Remove the next lid.”
Oh?
“Ngggh!” I raise an eyebrow—
“Ahhh!”
Okay…
“There’s a cute little vibrator;
A sucker;
An electric zapper.”
That one’s a bit more penetrative.
“An octopus?”
Not sure I want to wear that in my panties.
“And a wearable, double-dildo vibrator.”
I could use some of these.
“And two bracelets?”
“One is Svakom’s ‘Braceleta.’ The other is a temporary bracelet if things go… awry.”
“And this?”
“The other thing you’ll be using tonight…Svacom’s ‘Klitty. Now, your mother only needs one cup… a cup’s worth of both breast and clit juice. Then you can use those other stimulators for your lesbian fantasies—”
“Deanna!”
“What’s the problem, Cely?”
“The problem?”
I’m really losing my patience.
“Deanna―”
“You’re losing your patience? What about mine? This will be much easier if I just take over.”
“Wha—”
BLACKNESS
//////////////////////////////////////////
The Red-haired One
The door opens—
Hot air slamming into me, “Dafuq?”
I step into the corridor, following him as the humidity clings to my skin. The heat is unbearable, but I focus on the task at hand, quickening my pace to walk beside him.
I glance up at him, trying to gauge the situation. “What’s your name?”
“Urgh, I’m Hugo,” he replies, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Hugo? raising an eyebrow.
“You don’t look like a Hugo.”
He doesn’t respond.
I continue, “That old dude. Is he your boss?”
“No, he’s not my Alpha!” Hugo answers curtly.
Alpha?
I press on, confused. “Yet you do as he commands?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Those are my orders,” he says simply, as if that explains everything.
Even with my clit-cum, I can’t get decent answers from him
We approach three more doors, and ‘Hugo’ the bouncer leads the way, entering the rightmost one, which opens into a wide hallway—
“OMG!”
It’s fuqin pristine · That crappy exterior · It’s just a fuqin façade
“What is this place?”
Hugo answers calmly, “It’s his place.”
“Who?” I ask, feeling more curious now.
“The Boss. Now, you belong to him.”
“Dafuq?”
“You’ll be part of his collection,” he explains.
“Collection?” I repeat, trying to understand.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“For the same reason I’m here.”
“And that reason is?” I press, wanting clarity.
“The color of our hair,” Hugo says, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
What’s red got to do with anything?
“And what will he do with me?”
“Fuck you. He fucks everyone.”
“Even you?”
“Yes.”
He does have a 70’s porn-stache · Perhaps he’s…
“Are you gay?”
“No. But that doesn’t matter here.”
“You weren’t supposed to give me a clit-job?”
“No.”
“But you did. Why?”
“I received permission.”
“I saw you stripping me with your eyes. You want to fuq me. But you’re not allowed to, are you?”
“Not normally. And I won’t be able to touch you after you’ve been delivered.”
“You will fuq me?”
“The permission I received was… enabling. Even if he did not intend it.”
“So?” I ask, still processing the situation.
We reach the end of the corridor. Two more doors. Hugo unbolts the left one, revealing an elevator. He turns to me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “So, you haven’t been delivered yet!” he says, amusement lacing his voice.
The girls won’t believe this
The wide elevator door slides open revealing a large all-metallic box, with an equally wide—but closed—door opposite
This is a freight elevator
and he gestures to me
He’s ogling me
“Thank you,” walking in first
He wants to fuq me ·But do I always have to be the initiator?
I give my bare ass a little wiggle for his benefit, swaying towards the closed door, then turn around, leaning against the door, facing him, giving him a clear, unobstructed, frontal view; a view of my torn skirt, the “new” hem now barely a belt; a view of my wet and swollen pussy, waiting. The invitation to him.
Ummm · Come and get it
Hugo enters
There’s intent in his eyes
The doors behind him slide shut.
Ahh · Part one
The elevator descends—
He lunges at me—
Whha—
His left forearm slamming into the wall above my head, and staying there.
“Whew!”
His other hand going straight for my still moist pussy
Another finger rape?
“Easy there, Tiger,” I say, spreading my legs to give him easy access
God · Even his fingers are thick
“Tiger? Hmph! I’m a fucking wolf!” He leans close to my ear. “You know,” he whispers with a snarl, “I’m expected to hand you over. Unmolested. To him,” he hisses.
Him?
“Oh?” I say, feigning innocence.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
“Thank fuq for that!”
God · His meat better be thick too
“Hope you’re going to do a better job than your boss.”
“I told you,” still fingering me, “he’s not my boss. Not even part of my pack.”
“OWW!—”
His left hand presses firmly down on my shoulder— forcing me to squat.
“Suck my cock, slut!”
“I like a man in charge,” I say, going down on my knees as I pull down his zip. “Umm,” I murmur, feeling his hardening cock, “no underwear. I like a man who can go ‘commando.’ Ooh,” I say, rubbing his manhood through the zip hole,
Is that hair? · It seems swollen at the ba—
His trousers fall to the ground.
DaFuq? · That’s a weird-looking dick!
“After you give me head, I’m going to knot you up!”
‘Knot me up?’ · Strange phrase · Doesn’t he mean ‘nut in me’?
I pull his foreskin back.
A red penis? · Mine are red and swollen too · We’re a matching—
‘CRUNCH’—
We’re here already?
Hugo pulls away, his unsheathed red erect rocket exposed, trousers still pooled at his ankles, awkwardly moving backwards to the door opening behind him
DaFuq? · Come on! ·Is there a conspiracy against being fuqed?
Outside the elevator, but with his finger on the button, his door closes as the doors behind me op—
NOISE
Now what?
BLINDNESS
What’s happening?
STROBES
OMG · It is a nightclub!
/////////////////////////////////////////
Celia
I’m groggy.
And my mouth feels strange ·Like something is jammed ·I can’t talk ·And it’s hard to breathe But, I’m… not anxious
My eyes are bleary; I have to blink several times.
Okay · Evaluate surroundings ·It’s dark · But not completely ·There are candles flickering · Scented
I can’t move my head.
But that’s my ceiling ·So, I’m still in my room
I try to move, but I’m constrained.
Head and hands are in some form of restraints ·Shoulders rest on the bed ·But that’s not my sheet ·Torso is angled upwards ·Buttocks resting on a firm, elevated cushion · Thighs splayed ·Knees up ·Feet anchored securely to the bed ·And… I’m naked · No, not fully ·The breast pumps are still attached ·But my panties and Fluxette are gone.
I try to speak, only just realizing that my tongue is blocked.
OMDESS! ·
Struggling to get free ·
DEANNA?
A ‘vision’ appears above my face;
transparent;
as if the figure is caught between two worlds.
Deanna?
“That’s Mistress Deanna, to you… and glad you’re back with us.”
That’s her sultry voice ·How can I see you now? ·And what have you done to me?
“I conjured an image of me at my peak.”
How?
“I’m Majek.”
You’re naked · Except for that hooded bolero.
Not the first time I’ve seen this. Mom’s mental images of her Nest had others wearing similar clothes.
If it can even be called ‘clothing’
“And you’re ‘Observant’… Hi, ‘Observant!’”
What did you do to me?
“Fulfilling your mother’s wishes.”
You were told not to harm me.
“Harm? I wish you no harm. Just taking control.”
Pervert.
“That’s ‘Mistress Masochistic Pervert’ to you! For the next parts…You’re going to need to breathe freely. So, I’m removing your gag.”
“Thank Dess!”
Taking a big breath with my whole mouth.
“Thank you, Deanna.”
“That’s ‘Mistress’!
“Um, yeah. Sorry.”
“Sorry, Mistress.”
“Sorry, Mistress. Aren’t you worried I could shout for help?”
“I’ve put a sound inhibitor around this room.”
“What? Why? How?
“That’s ‘Mistress, How?”“
“Mistress, How?”
Oh Cely, I am Majek.”
“We’re free to talk?”
“You’re free to scream.”
“Mistress, what about my ‘dessing ‘safe word.?”
“I’m not here to harm you, Cely.”
“But still?”
“Fine. ‘Yes’. ‘More’. And, ‘Fuck’!”
“That’s―”
“Trust me… you’ll be begging for more.
“OMDESS!”
“Now, be still… I’m going to insert a flat disc into your anus.”
I hardly have a choice… still handcuffed.
“OMDess! · Urggh · Whew ·That wasn’t so bad · What’s the point of a flat disc, Deana-Mistress? · Shouldn’t it have been an anal bead?”
“Now Cely, this is your chance to say ‘Yes’ or ‘No’… do you want SVAKOM’s Klitty?
“Yes, Mistress.”
Because the shape intrigues me.
“Do I have your permission?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
And I know I mean it.
“Very well,” the hovering, transparent, Deanna states.
Her floating ethereal image disappears…
Replaced by a length-long mirror on my ceiling…
I can see everything
“Feel free,” Deanna’s sultry voice says―though I can’t see her― “to use your ‘safe’ words,” her laughing echoing around the room,
I watch as SVAKOM’s Klitty hovers in the air, its tongue already in motion. It moves… moves towards my swollen erect clit―
ODESS!
“Huh” I exhale
“Whuu” I inhale deeply
“Huh, whuu,
huh, whuu”
‘Des I’m horny!
“Cely, do you want mor―”
“YESMISTRESSYESYES”
“As your last and final permission… squeeze your breasts.”
My hands are released, and I waste no time, hands on my breasts just outside of the breast pumps encircling my areola. I squee―
Humming. Massaging. Vibrating. Sucking—
DES!―
Mys hands are majekely restrained again, as glowing fluid fills the breast attachments, Klitty’s licking tongue―with vibrating action―starts―
FUCKING ‘DESS!
Before my eyes, transparent tubes materialize from the sides of each breast pump, extending down, down, down towards the strip of flat discs protruding from my anus, and connecting to it.
A long narrow golden trough moves towards my vulva, settling into my flesh just below my vulva.
A female urinal?
The trough extends materializing into a clear tube that continues to grow.
A clear tube also extends from the Klitty, growing horizontally, joining with the spoon-tube beneath it, the two tubes becoming one, extending then diagonally,
reaching beyond my spread thighs where a flagon appears, floating in midair.
SVAKOM’s Klitty begins sucking
It’s too much,
Clenching my hands,
“CUMMMMINGGG!”
Both tubes fill with the glowing fluid,
which begins to collect in the flagon.
Milk from the breast pumps now flows into the tubes, progressing south,
moving toward the long strip of flat discs, and then through them,
inward,
“Huh whuu,
okay,
huh whuu”
The flat anal disc inside me hums, vibrates…
OH!
Shuddering―
“FUUCCCKKKKK!”
begins to inflate…
“OMDESS!”
growing…
“What the ‘DESS?”
and growing…
“FUCKING ‘DESS!”
and growing until it feels the size of a tennis ball…
yet it continues to inflate.
“DESSING FUCKKKKK!” ·
How can they keep growing? ·
“FUCKKKKK!”·
This is NOT NORMAL ·
Can’t stop orgas―
“FUCKING ‘DESSSSSS!”
The basketball-sized anal bead pushes further into my anus…
and the next flat disc starts filling up.
FUCKKKKKKK! ·
“FUCK YOU, DEANNA ·
FUCK YOU, MAAAAA!!!”
////////////////////////////////////////////
The Red-haired One
The elevator doors open behind me, and I find myself on my knees in near-total darkness, the strobes both helpful and disorienting. In the fleeting bursts of light—
Thanks, strobes!
I manage to locate the wall and pull myself up. .Steadying myself, I grip the side of the wall and slowly step into the pulsating, deafening den.
Shit ·I can’t see a thing
I keep to the wall, hoping my eyes will adjust. I stand still, trying to focus.Each strobe light flash briefly illuminates the surroundings… and the large, luminous patches staining my diamante top… and those fluorescent streaks running down my legs.
“Damn—”
“Hey Beautiful—”
“What the—”
“You’re the Sapien?”
“Uh?”
Sapien? ·DaFuq is he talking about?
“Those aren’t real—”
“Hey,” slapping his hands away from my head, “give them back!”
“Nah, can’t be. Not seen in fift-”
It’s too dark ·How can he see?
“Where are you?” I ask, trying to locate him in the dark.
“Right in front of your face.”
“I can’t see any—”
“Don’t worry, I can. I can see everything. I’m Max. Wanna go to the bar?”
“Um, sure.”
He takes my hand and leads me forward, navigating through the crowd. I bump into people, the chaotic energy of the place overwhelming me.
God, this is unreal · Who touched my ass? ·That’s right · I forgot · I’m bottomless!
////////////////////////////////////////////////
Celia
In the ceiling mirror I can see:
my kneesforcibly pulled in, resting at the outer edge of each breast, feet in the air, invisible hands pulling my butt cheeks outwards, away from my anus.
Continual Orgasm?
“GNAHHHH! ·
OHHHHH! ·
DESSING FUCK ·
FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
The last of the four bloated basketballs finally exits my cavernous gaping A-hole.
^Just do me a quick favor^ ·My ‘dessing―
“FUCKKKK!”
The inflated anal balls morph together…
O’dess ·
O’dess ·
O’dess.
“FUCKKKKing DES!”
to form a 5-gallon container
So fucking sore ·
My dessing vag is still milking into that other flagon ·
‘Dessing liar ·
A ‘cup’ my ass ·
Cumming ag―
“FUCKKKKK!”·
I can’t even pre-bate ·
I’m still horny ·
What a fucking ‘dessing mess ·
Antather?
“FUCKKKK!”
My anus ·
So raw and tender ·
‘Des, I’m tired ·
Where’s that temporary bracelet? ·
“DEANNA?
MISTRESS!
Oh no―
“DEEEESSSSSS!”
‘DES! ·
‘Des-‘Des ·
‘Des-‘Des-‘Des ·
‘DesAHHHH! ·
Thank ‘desssssszzzzz ·
Zzzzzzzz
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The Red-haired One
Someone grasps my hand and places it on cold metal
Must be the rails of the bar.
“Wanna drink?”
“Sure, I’ll have a—”
“Nah, you need this.”
Still in complete darkness, I feel a glass pushing into my hand.
Be careful · I inwardly warn myself.
“What is it?” I ask hesitantly.
“You came for a good time, right?”
Yeah
.
“Yeah, I did!” nodding to Max’s voice.
“So, drink up.”
Ah, what the hell· I came here to have a good time · Maybe even get lucky · I wanted to get fuqin laid.
I bring the unseen glass to my lips, and take a sip—
Sweet · Delightful · Slightly aromatic ·May as well.
I down the drink quickly, thanks to my open throat
Let the party begin.
I feel it spreading through my body:
Warmth.
Umm.
Peace.
Wow.
Calmness.
Amazing.
I try to thank him―
DaFuq? ·
I can’t speak ·
Should I be worried?
Can’t move.
Fuq, I’m paralyzed.
Hands discovering my body ·
Is that one person ·
Or ten?
Hands on every inch of skin, exploring every crevice.
Do I even have any clothes on?
Hands pull on my legs, spreading them wide.
Okay ·
I’m still wearing my stilettos.
Hands moving up the inside of my thighs
I know what’s happening ·
I don’t care ·
That’s a tongue touching my clit ·
Umm ·
Hey that’s whiskers! ·
And a wet nose? ·
Shit, a muzzle? ·
That tongue ·
Oooh, it’s penetrating ·
Tongue ·
So long ·
How? ·
Damn it’s thick ·
Too thick ·
Okay, I don’t care ·
Oh god ·
Fuq it ·
Give it to me ·
FFUUUUUUQQ that’s good ·
Now shove your dick i— ·
What’s that yelling? ·
Who needs help? ·
What prince? ·
UGH! ·
WHATTTT? ·
Who hit m— ·
OWWW! ·
That’s my pussy you’re biting you fuq— ·
Hey that HUR— ·
Feels goo— ·
Why’s everyone screamin— ·
UGH! ·
Hey, where are you taking m— ·
ARRRHH! ·
Not so har— ·
OMG! ·
Who’s fuqing m— ·
OWWWW, that’s my neck you fuqhea—
Ohhhhh ·
Soo ·
Dizzy ·
Headache ·
Faint ·
Wait ·
Oh no ·
Is this it? ·
Oh god ·
Pleassssse ·
Oh nooo ·
Noooo ·
Not ·
Like·
This ·
Whhhhy? ·
Con ·
Cen ·
Trate ·
Stop!—
BLACKNESS
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