Friday, October 21, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Sex-Spawn Pit

They dropped SPC Stewart Peter Bate into the pit with Brown, Gomez and Schultz.

They were demons.  Not aliens, not exotic fauna, not HSIOs, not hindigs... demons.  Those idiot scientists hadn't opened a gate to a parallel dimension, they'd opened a gate to goddamned hell.  Bate was convinced of it.  Just look at them.  The women had red skin, horns, tails, and black bat wings.  The men, if they could be called that, were muscular brutes with the heads of horned goats or worse.

Despite them looking more human, Bate was more repulsed by the female ones.  They had a way of touching you that caused sin to burrow under the skin and bubble back up as unwholesome thoughts.

Demons.  Like out of the sermons of Pastor Jones back home.

The demons had captured them when FOB Helmuth had fallen.  Bate didn't remember much about it.  There had been some kind of weird pink fog.  He'd fallen asleep and while he was sleeping he'd had the hottest dream he'd ever experienced.  It had been shameless—him, the entire Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad.  Just thinking about it triggered a guilty throb in his junk.

On waking he'd found himself in chains and in the hands of these demons.  Along with the other captives, he'd been taken to a forsaken and unholy city in the middle of a desolate range of hills.  During the journey Bate had wondered if that pink fog had really been poison gas and now he was dead and in Hell.  He'd tried to live a good life, but he knew he'd made mistakes.

The soldiers looked at each other uneasily.  All four had been stripped naked by their captors before being thrown into the pit.

"They expect us to fight?" Brown said.

The pit was sunk into the floor, about ten feet deep.  The walls and floor were pinkish-brown and reminded Bate uncomfortably of flesh.  The hellish denizens standing and sitting around the pit were in raucous good spirits.  Bate saw something that could have been a clock.  On the wall below it was a large board with parallel lines drawn across it.  Strange symbols were chalked on the board that made Bate's eyes water just looking at them.

The pit and the way the demons were gathered around it like an audience reminded Bate of a sleazy show he'd seen at a biker dive out in San Leon.  They'd taken some kind of inflatable—like a kids' paddling pool but deeper—and poured in a thick layer of watery slurry.  Naked chicks had wrestled in it while the audience whooped and hollered.  The walls of this pit had a similar padded look and the floor beneath their feet was as spongy and bouncy as if they were standing on an inflatable.


The surfaces didn't look or feel like rubber.  To Bate they looked more like flesh, and every so often a little shudder would go through the walls and floor.  Like the pit was alive in some way.

The men glanced at each other warily while the demons watched in raucous anticipation.

What were they expected to do? Bate thought.  Wrestle?  Fight? the death?

A bell rang and the watching demons roared with excitement.  The pit the four men were standing in trembled.  They watched as one of the corners bulged outwards into the pit.  A split appeared at the apex of the bulge and resembled some kind of fleshy orifice.  Brown slurry oozed from the rupture as something resembling a dark brown blob pushed through from the other side.  The pit wall flexed and strained as if it was a living thing, although Bate couldn't tell whether the thing was giving birth or taking a shit.

Giving birth, maybe, he decided as the wall pushed out a large human-sized sac.  The membrane surrounding it was glossy with lubricating oils.  The sac slithered to the floor and ruptured, spilling out more fluids onto the already-slippery pit floor.  A humanoid figure—a young woman—struggled free of the membrane.  She was naked, hairless, and covered in slime.

She looked human.  More human than the horrors looking down on them anyway.  Another captive?  Had she been transported here in ways too foul to dwell upon?

Schultz thought so.  He saw a woman on the floor—shocked and catatonic—and his protective instincts kicked in.

"Are you okay, miss?" he asked as he held out a hand to her.

"Wait," Brown warned.

With good reason.  The girl lifted her head to reveal weird black eyes that were definitely not human.  She sprang at Schultz and wrapped her legs around his waist before her weight sent both toppling to the floor.

Bate watched it unfurl like he was watching a scene in a horror movie.  There was that same feeling of helplessness.  He knew the monster was going to pounce on its victim and he couldn't get there in time to stop it.

Of course, had this been a horror movie the demon girl would have torn out Schultz's throat with her fangs.  This being H-space, what followed was weirder than that.

The girl started fucking Schultz.  She lay on top of him and the round swell of her ass pumped up and down like she was a porno bunny.  Schultz resisted at first, and then he seemed to like what she was doing as he joined in until the two of them were writhing and grunting on the soft floor like a pair of porno bunnies.  The curvy little demon girl seemed indefatigable.  She kept bouncing up and down on top of him, cheered on by the demons looking down at them.

A sex show? Bate thought.  Was that all they wanted—humans for their live sex show?

No, it wasn't.

A gasp and a trembling of his ankles indicated Schultz had got a nut off.  Then the other soldiers noticed something weird seemed to be happening where Schultz's naked flesh met the floor of the pit.  At first it looked like the surface was stuck to him, then as if his skin was merging with it.  Schultz sank into the floor and seemed to spread out as the pit absorbed him.  The demon woman went with him, the round curves of her ass still bouncing up and down all the way.

A great cheer went up amongst the demons as Schultz was absorbed.  It was followed by furious haggling over who would be next.

The remaining three soldiers looked at each other.  Gomez hopped awkwardly from foot to foot as if he was terrified the floor might swallow him up at any moment.

They barely had a chance to ponder the awfulness of what had just happened before another shudder ran through the pit and a bulge appeared at the opposite corner.  The skin split and another slime-covered demon girl was squeezed out into the pit.  Like the other one she was lithe and curvaceous—a body most men would have described as sexy.

Brown snapped her neck.

The demon girl gave a disappointed sigh as she fell.  Her body sank into and was absorbed by the floor of the pit.

The three men glanced at each other.  They knew what they had to do.  They stood back to back in the center of the pit as another bulge formed on the pit wall.

Brown snapped her neck too.

And the one that followed.

After that the wall bulged in two places at once and two naked humanoid girls entered the pit.  Bate handled the second one.  Physically it was easy—the demon spawn were weaker even than the vulnerable naked girls they resembled.  Mentally...

It felt wrong.  Bate looked down at the lovely body crumpled up at his feet and felt sick inside.  Such a waste.

The demon girls didn't seem to care.  They didn't even cry out when they were killed.  As more entered the pit they stepped over their fallen sisters without so much as a second glance in their rush to hug, kiss, make love to the men currently killing them.  They seemed more like manikins made out of flesh.

This was so fucked up, Bate thought.

The walls churned in constant motion as more slits opened up and disgorged fresh naked women into the pit.  The men punched and kicked as they tried to keep the over-amorous women away from them.

"How many of these muthafucking things are there?" Brown said.  He sent one cartwheeling to the side of the pit with a roundhouse punch to her face.

Bate watched as another of the manikin-women was absorbed into the floor of the pit.  He had the horrible feeling the pit was merely recycling them to send wave after wave at the trapped men.

They got Gomez first.  He lost his balance on the shifting floor and two of the girls got their arms around him and pinned him back against one of the fleshy walls.  A third bent over and shoved her ass into Gomez's crotch.

Bate's attention was diverted by having to fend off the attentions of three more of the flesh-manikin women.  When he looked back he saw Gomez helplessly in the grip of the three women. The two pinning him to the wall kissed him on his cheeks and probed his ear with their tongues.  The third, having got Gomez's cock inside her, rocked back and forth into him.  She waggled her hips in an attempt to get him off.

It didn't take long.

Gomez let out a gasp as he came inside her.  Then the wall behind him softened and he was drawn into it.

That left two.

Bate drove his elbow into the face of one of the girls and felt her cheekbone give way beneath the impact.  Letting his martial arts training guide him, he grabbed her arm, broke it, and then sent her to the floor with a sweep of his leg.  The girl didn't cry out once.  She kept looking up at him with adoring eyes even with her right arm flopping uselessly with an additional joint broken into it.

Would you like me to bake those cookies you like, honey?

He saw the similarity in her face to his girlfriend waiting for him back home and something broke in his heart.

He couldn't do this.

He'd been trained to kill, but it was to kill other fighting men, not soft women who were only trying to embrace and kiss him.

Fuck it.  Bate held up his arms and let them swarm him.  He felt soft bodies press up against him and lascivious hands roam all over his naked flesh.  He didn't resist as they took him down to the soft floor.  Two of them lay on his arms and legs and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.  Another straddled him and impaled herself on his erection.  He felt her tightness wrapped all around his cock and then the pleasurable friction as she started to rise up and down.  Panting huskily, she bounced up and down on him and the soft surface they were lying on bounced with them like an inflatable mattress.

It wasn't just her either.  One of her friends stood astride his head and sat down, smothering his face between her luscious butt cheeks.  The last he saw before she buried him in pussy and ass was Brown bellowing as he tried to stay upright with at least four of the flesh-manikin girls clinging to his body.

Just give up, Bate thought.

This had to be better than the sickening crunches he felt when busting up their soft, lovely bodies.  It felt a damn site better.  The little porno bunny bouncing on his cock was so tight inside it took next to no time for her to get him off.  His body bucked and he gasped into the other girl's smothering pussy as he felt his cum well up inside his cock and burst out inside her like oil from a strike.

That felt a fuckton better.  The post-orgasmic glow was so relaxing it felt like he was melting into a blissful puddle.  Buried beneath soft nubile flesh he was drawn down to where it was warm, soft, and extremely comfortable.

Friday, October 07, 2016

Brief Update

I've been snowed under with non-writing related things for the past week or so and I'm off again for (other) work this weekend.  The Sex-Spawn Pit story (and others) is still on the in-progress pile.  The first draft is done, I just haven't finished typing up and editing, and likely won't have time before I leave.

Sorry to keep you all waiting in anticipation.  Hopefully I'll hit a more productive phase again once I've got this weekend out of the way.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Sex-Spawn Pit

Name:  Sex-Spawn Pit
Type:  I have no idea what this is, or even if it's an organism in any way we recognise the term.
Habitat:  Primarily HSIO urban centres, although some wild ones have been encountered underground.

A pit with flesh-covered walls about eight to ten feet deep.  Thick fibrous growths extend from the edge of the pit and connect to bulbous pod-like chambers partially buried in the ground.  The chambers are used to gestate and grow the sex spawn.  The spawn are not really offspring and instead function more like flesh manikins.  They are short-lived and resemble hairless human beings.  The sex-spawn pit appears to have some kind of mild telepathic or empathic ability to sense what individuals in its vicinity find sexually appealing and produces sex-spawn with bodies that cater to these desires.

Attack Strategy:
Anyone unfortunate enough to fall into a sex-spawn pit will be absorbed into the fleshy walls.  Bizarrely, this is a complex process that requires to the prey to be sexually aroused to the point of orgasm before the pit can absorb them.  In order to achieve this, the pit excretes its flesh manikins into the pit to copulate with the person or persons trapped within it.  The pit will continue to spawn manikins and send them into the pit until the captured men or women are overwhelmed and stimulated to orgasm.  At which point they are absorbed into the walls or floor and lost.

The higher HSIOs seem to enjoy throwing captives into these pits as a form of entertainment (our men should be fully aware by now of the futility of surrendering to the more intelligent HSIOs—these are alien organisms with a set of values completely at odds with our own).

Sex-spawn pits occurring in the wild will attempt to use their flesh manikins to lure or physically force passer-by's into the pit.  The flesh manikins themselves are weak and degrade quickly over time and distance from the pit that spawned them.

The sex-spawn pit is harmless unless fallen into.  Once inside, the slippery, undulating flesh walls make it very difficult to climb out of and the constant waves of amorous flesh manikins will eventually wear a person down and force them into sexual intercourse.

When under attack the pit will close and retract the gestation pods underground.  The pits are relatively easy to render harmless, but much more difficult to eradicate completely.  Pits reported as destroyed have been known to fully grow back after a week or two.

Threat Level:

Of more concern is how they came to exist, especially with their bizarre feeding cycle.  Are these organisms, or more akin to biological machines custom-created by the HSIOs to dispose of their enemies in ways the HSIOs find entertaining?

Friday, September 23, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall.  Then he realized what he'd landed in...

Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg.  It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water.  Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.

Or rather, had been solid enough to walk upon for the two hours Bate had trudged across it.  Then he'd put his foot down on a patch that had turned out to be as unsubstantial as a soap bubble and plunged right through to a cavern beneath.

It was a long fall.  Long enough for Bate to fully contemplate the awful, likely leg-snapping impact about to happen to him.

And then his fall was miraculously broken by a big ball of soft material.  He sank into it and was brought to a gentle stop without any leg-snapping nastiness.  It did, however, leave him stuck waist-deep in the soft substance.

The cavern was lit up with an eerie blue glow.  Light enough to see that he'd fallen into a flattened ball of glossy black material.  The substance resembled the surface of Lake Latex, but was much softer.  And stickier.  When Bate placed his hands on the surface to try and pull himself out, they sank into the soft material and it took some effort to pull them back out.

This was awkward, he thought.  He'd survived the fall only to find himself stuck in a molten glob of black latex.

It was worse than that.  The surface started to move in front of him and extruded the top half of a naked woman with massive tits.  She looked like a naked woman in any case, albeit one covered all over in skintight black latex, even right down to her hair and eyes.

She batted her eyelashes sleepily at Bate.  "Hmm, what tasty little hunk has fallen into my lap?"

Bate felt a thrill of both anticipation and fear.  Fuck, he thought.  A slime girl.  He'd heard about them.  Weird H-space amoeboids that were able to take the form of sexy women.  Sometimes they forced men to have sex with them—that was where the thrill of anticipation came from.  Other times they ate them or worse—and that was the fear.

Bate thrashed and strained to pull himself free of the sticky mass.  The slime girl watched on with amusement.

"You're wasting your time," she said.  "My kind are known for being the stickiest and densest of the blob girls, and you've fallen right into the middle of me."

Bate stopped struggling.  She was right.  It felt like he'd fallen into a tar pit.

She looked at the ground around them.  It was black, polished and looked as hard as granite.  Then she looked up at where Bate had fallen through the surface of Lake Latex.

"Just think," she said.  "If I hadn't been here you would have hit that hard floor and broken to bits.  It's worth keeping that in mind when..."

The slime girl left the end of the sentence unfinished.  She lay on the edge of the flattened blob and ran a latex-clad finger over the latex surface as if it was the top sheet of a bed.

"When what?" Bate demanded.

"When what happens, happens," the slime girl said with a mysterious smile.

Bate felt the blob move all around him.  He was uncomfortably aware of its organic rather than inorganic nature.

"What do you mean, 'when what happens, happens'?"  Bate said.  He looked around himself as if he was standing in a shark tank.  "What are you going to do to me?"

The slime girl didn't answer him.  Bate felt soft pressure rub against his legs.  It felt like there were many warm hands down there, intimately massaging his legs.  He felt something goose him in a private place and flinched in surprise.

"Let's get down to it," the slime girl said.

She slipped into the main blob as though she was getting into hot tub with Bate.  At the same time, strong forces gripped Bate's legs.  No, it was the pants on his legs.  The fabric stretched, frayed, and gave as relentless forces ripped the clothing away from him.  His boots and underwear followed.  He felt the soft squishy interior of the blob right up against his exposed skin.

The slime girl, now seemingly submerged in the main blob up to her waist, moved close to Bate.  She peeled off his top and then put her arms around him in an embrace that had her sticky boobs squashed against his chest.  She leant in close and pressed her lips against Bate's in a sticky kiss.

Bate relaxed.  So she wanted to fuck him rather than eat him.

That was confirmed when he felt something tug gently at his exposed genitals.  Bate didn't know what that something was—Lips? Pussy?—only that it was soft, pleasant and he liked what it was doing.

He felt his cock lengthen as the slime girl used the pliable material of her body to coax out a full erection.  She broke off the kiss and stared at Bate with her full lips puffed up in a sultry pout.  The blob pulsed around them and Bate felt it press against his back, pushing him up against her warm body.  He smiled at her and then his mouth puckered up in an ooh of pleasure as the blob contracted and his erection sank deep into warm softness.

She came back in close, squashing her breasts against him and entwining her arms around his back.  The warm mass of her body massaged his legs, fondled his balls and pressed between his butt cheeks to rub against the sensitive part between testicles and anus.  Bate heard a loud squelchy sucking sound and his cock was seized by a pleasant tugging sensation.

The blob continued to pulsate and drive their bodies against each other.  Bate didn't have to exert any effort at all as his cock plunged back and forth into a soft gooey mass that sucked at him.

"This is the other thing my kind are known for," the slime girl said.  "We can generate a lot of suction on just the right part of the body."

The squelchy sucking sounds grew louder and the sucking sensation on Bate's erection intensified.  He felt it not just on his cock, but through his whole groin and right down in his balls.  It was like she couldn't wait for him to come and wanted to suck the sperm out of his balls right now.

It became academic.  Bate couldn't hold out any longer.  He groaned and shuddered in pleasure as he pumped a big creamy load right into her black heart.

If he thought her suction would stop with his release, he was mistaken.  If anything it grew stronger.  The glossy black material of her body started to creep up over Bate like a second skin.  He felt the warm substance of her body pressing all around him.

Bate thought his climax marked the peak of his pleasure.  The slime girl showed him there was another, much larger peak beyond it and remorselessly dragged him up it with the irresistible suction of her sticky black body.  She sucked him right up to that peak until Bate was experiencing another explosive ejaculation that set the whole of his body shivering in bliss.

Her glossy black surface crept up over Bate's body until only his face remained uncovered.  Within her mass, soft suction continued to pull on Bate's cock.  Now it really felt like she was sucking the sperm right out of his balls.

And maybe something else as well.

Bate was beyond noticing.  She sucked, squelched and squished him up to another unbelievable peak of pleasure, and this time the climax was such an intense explosion of bliss it was too much for Bate's mind to withstand.

Already expired in a final blast of ecstasy, Bate felt nothing as his face sank inwards.  The tar-pillow cushionblob sucked him inside out to expose and digest his soul.

"That was so much better than your body dashing to pieces on the rock floor, wouldn't you agree?" the slime girl said to the ichor-spattered bones as she excreted them out of the side of her body.

"Huff.  Hwargh.  Huwargh."

"Stewart!  Are you okay?"

"She turned me inside out.  I felt her turn me... him inside out."

Thursday, September 22, 2016

H-Space MGB Profile: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

Name:  Tar-Pillow Cushionblob
Type:  Slime (subtype: cushionblob)
Habitat:  Underground.  Around and beneath Lake Latex.

A type of slime girl with an amorphous body.  Usually they take the form of a buxom woman lying on a big soft cushion or bed.

This variety is black and fully opaque.  Their appearance varies in how glossy the outer surface is.  Some are very dark and look as though they’ve been sculpted from tar or pitch.  Others are glossy and look as though both the woman and her 'bed' are completely covered in shiny black latex.

Attack Strategy:
Tar-pillow cushionblobs are extremely dense and their surface is highly adhesive.  Anyone coming into physical contact with one will become stuck and then engulfed.  They are powerful, but they are also slow and lack any kind of mesmeric ability.  A tar-pillow cushionblob might try to use her sexy body to tempt the unwary into joining her on her bed, but anyone forewarned as to her true nature will find it an easy offer to turn down (unlike with the pink variety).

The tar-pillow cushionblob likes to draw men into her mass and use her malleable form to sexually excite them.  They are capable of generating powerful suction and use this to induce first ejaculation and then pull the man inside out to extract whatever spark of vital essence it is that HSIOs seek from us.  Despite sounding gruesome, the man experiences it as a pure blast of orgasmic release.

(The soul seems as good as any name to give this 'spark', even if my esteemed colleagues might not approve of it.)

After extracting this essence the tar-pillow cushionblob digests the flesh of her now-expired captive and then excretes the bones.

Tar-pillow cushionblobs are very slow, but adept at setting traps or ambushing from darkness, where their lack of speed is not a factor.  Bullets are ineffective and barely penetrate their dense mass.  Engaging one at close quarters with melee weapons is strongly discouraged.  The weapons will just get stuck on her body and she'll draw you in to engulf you.  Her form is also dense enough to resist small explosives.

Extremes of hot or cold are effective, with flamethrowers being the best weapon to use against her as the substance of her body is inflammable.  Some strong alkalis have been found to have a corrosive effect on her body, but such large quantities are required to render this an impractical countermeasure.

Threat Level:

Easy to avoid if spotted in advance.  Completely inescapable once grabbed and engulfed.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

So What Now For Many-Eyed Hydra?

Succubus Summoning 201 is finally done, dusted, and out for you all to buy (aside from the print version, but I'm just waiting on the artist for the full coverflat of that).  That's a great weight off my shoulders.  While it was in an unfinished state I was in an awkward situation of wanting to move onto other ideas, but feeling like I couldn't because the arc was still incomplete.

So what now?

Here's a list of various things I'm planning on getting stuck into over the next few months/year.

First up I want to get the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary back to its regular weekly slot.  There will be a few slight changes.  The last few entries had started to creep up to 2K+ mini-stories, which wasn't the original purpose.  I'm planning to spend the next week or so writing up the various ideas that have accumulated in my notebook so I have a nice surplus to post weekly while working on other stuff.

Literotica's Halloween Contest is on the way.  Last year I wanted to enter as many short stories as I could and ended up with just two (although missing the deadline with "A Chance Glance..." likely resulted in it being a better story overall).  Writing the Nurse Honey story "Last Night of Freedom" under ridiculously tight time constraints for the A Night at McHooligans ebook taster showed me I could do it when sufficiently prodded.  I'm thinking of using the month around the contest as an experiment - a sort of coin-operated Hydra where some of the choices are made by the audience, i.e. you.  I doubt it will be fully interactive, more like a series of options decided by vote or first response, and then I have 2-3 days to get a 5K story based on those options entered into Lit's contest.  Possibly something like what Lunareth has done with their Queen of Butts series.  We might end up with 5-10 cool stories, or I might break down into a quivering heap after a week.  Who knows.  Might be fun.

More on that next week once I've had a think on the framing device and how to make it work.

After that silliness the next step is make the Sandwiched by series a thing again.  I got halfway through Sandwiched by Stomachs before it got knocked aside by more pressing concerns.

The reason why I want to make Sandwiched by work is because it was a test case for a proper serial with continuity - Okasare Kenny.  I always intended that to be an ebook novella series and then in a fit of madness tried to turn it into a daily serial on my blog right after doing the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  That did not go so well as I predictably burnt out from the posting schedule after a couple of weeks and had to halt it.  I liked the original idea though - 13 monster girls, each in their own novella in a monthly serial spread out over a year.  Given what happened with Sandwiched by I don't think writing it month by month will work.  For that one I'll need most of it, likely at least the first 8 or 9 chapters, in the bank before I start publishing.

Another thing I want to write is a novel idea featuring Nicole.  This is something I've had plotted out in my head for a while.  I wrote an opening chapter a while back, but it was another of those ideas I felt too guilty to push further while the Succubus Summoning 201 arc was still unfinished.

Which leads us to Succubus Summoning 301.  Phil's adventures clearly aren't over yet, but after the way 201 dragged out, I know I need a short break to work on something completely different so I can clear my head and get enthusiastic about the series again.  This will likely be the book I move onto once the Nicole novel is done.

Anyway, this is a rough plan of what I think I'll be working on over the next year.  Of course, #ChaosWriting might throw me off in other directions, but I won't mind so long as those are productive directions.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

A Night at McHooligans is out!

Three erotic horror short stories set within the Succubus Summoning universe.

“A Night at McHooligans”.  Novice warlock Phil Rowling visits a rough pub on Halloween with his succubus, Rosa, and the enigmatic daemon, Carnivrillarofax.  A vicious bar brawl provides opportunities for carnage and sex for the two daemons while Phil just wants to escape with all his limbs intact.

“Last Night of Freedom”.  Groom-to-be Jake Bellett is determined to stay faithful to his future wife while on a wild and raunchy stag do in Tallinn, but when he sees the well-stacked blonde in the red latex devil bodysuit everything goes to hell.  Literally.  The woman is the succubus Nurse Honey, and she will test his fidelity to the limit.

“A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar”.  New student Devin Lucassen feels out of place as a metalhead in a bar full of trendy students.  Then a chance glance and a chance conversation expose him to a sexy and terrifying shadow world of demons and magic.

Available on Amazon, Smashwords and Kobo.  It should also be distributed to other ebook retailers via Smashwords.

This is the little collection that was supposed to come out before the release of Succubus Summoning 201, but ended up being put back because of time pressures.  "Last Night of Freedom" is the brand new Nurse Honey story.  Originally I planned for it to be a short short along the lines of the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories.  Then I had so much fun writing it the story expanded to a similar length as my other erotic horror short stories (5,500 words).