Name: Sun Lamia
Type: Lamia (Slime?)
Habitat: Cave Ruins.
Description:
A snake girl with the upper body of an exotic belly dancer. Or a slime girl currently taking the form of a snake girl. Personally, I lead towards the former. While the sun lamia appears to have a soft, gelatinous body, she displays none of the plasticity of form observed in other slime girl HSIOs.
The fluid, or jelly, that makes up her body is clear yellow in colour and radiates both heat and light.
Attack Strategy:
Multiple, and targeting different senses.
At long ranges the sun lamia can release a flash of light from her eyes that can both temporarily blind and stun.
At closer ranges the sun lamia breathes out thick clouds of gas that increase arousal and take away the will to fight. They also have a dance that has a mesmeric effect on onlookers.
All of this is to enable the lamia to get close enough to wrap her coils around her prey. Unlike an Earth constrictor, this is to deny movement rather than oxygen. The sun lamia uses her serpentine body to lock her captive's limbs in such a way they are unable to move or offer any resistance once the effects of her aphrodisiac breath wear off. With her prey immobilised, the sun lamia instigates oral sex with them. At the point of orgasm she sucks out her prey's soul.
(At this point I don't care if my colleagues consider the concept of a soul to be unscientific, or even heretical. Some HSIOs, like the sun lamia, are capable of extracting some kind of animating spark from human beings at the point of sexual climax. We have examined the victims—either dead or in a coma. There isn't a single decent medical reason for them to be in this state.)
Countermeasures:
As there has only been one encounter with this type of HSIO, what follows is conjecture and theory.
Gas masks or nasal filters might negate her breath, assuming the drug compounds present within it are not absorbed through the skin.
Polarised filters might negate her eye flashes. There have been some successes in experimentation versus lesser HSIOs with similar disabling attacks.
My concern is that she almost certainly possesses other offensive capabilities we are as of yet still unaware of. The limited intel we have puts the only individual encountered in a similar power class to some of the higher tier succubi or demon HSIOs.
Also, while her body has been described as being soft, I would expect the sun lamia to have similar regenerative abilities as other high-threat HSIOs.
Threat Level:
High (Medium?).
The only individual encountered appears to have been very old and powerful. It is unknown whether other sun lamia are this dangerous.
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Monday, May 22, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Interrogatrix Shell
Name: Interrogatrix Shell
Type: Scylla
Habitat: Unknown
Description:
A kind of shellfish woman. The woman part is humanoid above the waist, but far too alien to ever be mistaken for human. Their eyes are octopoidal—yellow, with vertical barbell-shaped pupils. They have long fleshy tubes in place of hair. They have a nose, but it seems purely cosmetic. Respiration is carried out through three breathing holes located on either side of their neck, just below their pointed ears.
Below the waist their body merges into a complex knot of thick rubbery tubes. Some tubes terminate in bioluminescent light sacs that light up the inside of the shell. Others terminate in strange structures that resemble part of a human face—just the mouth and jaws, the rest of the head is absent. The interrogatrix shell uses these false mouths to drive her captives into a state of sensual ecstasy.
The interrogatrix shell's body is housed within a shell large enough to contain both her and an adult human male. Currently we do not know what the outer shell looks like as none have been found or observed in the wild. It is even possible the interrogatrix shell is some kind of mimic.
Attack Strategy:
The HSIOs use interrogatrix shells to extract information and secrets from their enemies. Once a person is placed within her shell, the interrogatrix wraps her soft body around them to hold them immobile. Interrogatrix shells appear able to produce various complex drugs that have a variety of effects on human physiology, including increased sexual arousal, euphoric feelings of bliss, and a heightened susceptibility to suggestion. These drugs are administered through both mouth-to-mouth contact with one of the interrogatrix shell's false mouths, and as an aerosol exhaled by other mouths. The closed confines of the shell enable rapid build-up of the drug in the air.
The interrogatrix also uses her false mouths to stimulate her captive's erogenous zones by licking or sucking on them. Once the captive is sufficiently aroused the interrogatrix shell straddles their body with her upper female half and initiates sexual intercourse. Sex in this case is used to break the will of her captive through overwhelming sensual ecstasy rather than for procreation. The orgasms are amplified to the point that even strong-willed persons are enslaved by the pleasure. From this point onwards her captive will do whatever and reveal whatever the interrogatrix shell asks them. As we have never recovered anyone enslaved by an interrogatrix shell, it is unknown whether or not this enslavement of will is reversible.
Countermeasures:
Don't get caught by one…?
Really, I'm not sure what's expected here.
We know next to nothing about this HSIO.
When I was commissioned to carry out these studies it was with the assumption I'd be documenting the various flora and fauna of H-space. At this point I think it would be a grave mistake to regard the HSIOs as just alien flora and fauna. This is an opposing enemy force. The various HSIOs are its weapons and should be documented as such.
Threat Level:
Unknown.
I think we have to assume that any person captured and handed to an interrogatrix shell will reveal everything they know. God help us if they ever get hold of one of our critical command or research personnel.
Type: Scylla
Habitat: Unknown
Description:
A kind of shellfish woman. The woman part is humanoid above the waist, but far too alien to ever be mistaken for human. Their eyes are octopoidal—yellow, with vertical barbell-shaped pupils. They have long fleshy tubes in place of hair. They have a nose, but it seems purely cosmetic. Respiration is carried out through three breathing holes located on either side of their neck, just below their pointed ears.
Below the waist their body merges into a complex knot of thick rubbery tubes. Some tubes terminate in bioluminescent light sacs that light up the inside of the shell. Others terminate in strange structures that resemble part of a human face—just the mouth and jaws, the rest of the head is absent. The interrogatrix shell uses these false mouths to drive her captives into a state of sensual ecstasy.
The interrogatrix shell's body is housed within a shell large enough to contain both her and an adult human male. Currently we do not know what the outer shell looks like as none have been found or observed in the wild. It is even possible the interrogatrix shell is some kind of mimic.
Attack Strategy:
The HSIOs use interrogatrix shells to extract information and secrets from their enemies. Once a person is placed within her shell, the interrogatrix wraps her soft body around them to hold them immobile. Interrogatrix shells appear able to produce various complex drugs that have a variety of effects on human physiology, including increased sexual arousal, euphoric feelings of bliss, and a heightened susceptibility to suggestion. These drugs are administered through both mouth-to-mouth contact with one of the interrogatrix shell's false mouths, and as an aerosol exhaled by other mouths. The closed confines of the shell enable rapid build-up of the drug in the air.
The interrogatrix also uses her false mouths to stimulate her captive's erogenous zones by licking or sucking on them. Once the captive is sufficiently aroused the interrogatrix shell straddles their body with her upper female half and initiates sexual intercourse. Sex in this case is used to break the will of her captive through overwhelming sensual ecstasy rather than for procreation. The orgasms are amplified to the point that even strong-willed persons are enslaved by the pleasure. From this point onwards her captive will do whatever and reveal whatever the interrogatrix shell asks them. As we have never recovered anyone enslaved by an interrogatrix shell, it is unknown whether or not this enslavement of will is reversible.
Countermeasures:
Don't get caught by one…?
Really, I'm not sure what's expected here.
We know next to nothing about this HSIO.
When I was commissioned to carry out these studies it was with the assumption I'd be documenting the various flora and fauna of H-space. At this point I think it would be a grave mistake to regard the HSIOs as just alien flora and fauna. This is an opposing enemy force. The various HSIOs are its weapons and should be documented as such.
Threat Level:
Unknown.
I think we have to assume that any person captured and handed to an interrogatrix shell will reveal everything they know. God help us if they ever get hold of one of our critical command or research personnel.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Interrogatrix Shell
When LT Stewart Peter Bate woke up to the sound of low, soft murmurs, his first thought was that he was back at home in bed, snuggled up with his darling Erica. But his lovely Erica—from a good family, maybe a little too prim and proper for her own good—had never sounded so wanton... so in need, sexually.
The bed Bate was lying in was also soft, too soft. Soft, squishy and moist. He couldn't move his limbs either. They felt weighted down and tangled up as if some kind of monstrous python was coiled around each limb. And the smell...
"Mmm, you're awake."
Bate opened his eyes. He was lying on, or in, some kind of nightmare. Raw, oozing flesh squirmed all around him. Fleshy tubes, pinkish-white in color, surrounded and entangled his limbs like a nest of peeled snakes. Rising above it all and straddling Bate at the waist was the monster woman.
She had the body of a nude pinup, or maybe even one of those ridiculously busty anime girls made flesh. Both her bust and hips were pronounced and curvy, but there was not a trace of excess fat anywhere else on her body.
She was also clearly a monster. Her skin was the wrong shade of pink—pallid, sickly, like squirming invertebrates—and covered in a wet sheen of slime. She had no hair. Instead, a mass of tubular tentacles cascaded over her shoulders. Each terminated in a blind maw. Similar openings were present on the side of her neck, just below her pointed ears. They contracted and dilated as if she was breathing through them. Her face was pretty enough—finely sculpted, with luscious full lips—if you ignored her eyes. They were yellow and had vertical barbell-shaped pupils like those of an octopus.
He was still in H-space, Bate realized.
And in the clutches of one of the hindigs.
"Mmm, such a nice body," the hindig straddling him said.
She kept making slutty mmm-ing sounds as she caressed his exposed chest with her hand. It felt as warm and as soft as a loving woman's hand. The trail of slime it left on Bate's skin, less so.
Bate struggled. The thick muscular bonds coiled around his limbs, that he'd first taken for snakes until he'd realized they were too soft... too squishy, pulled tighter and tighter until Bate could barely move at all.
"Don't do that," the woman that looked like raw shellfish said. Her plump lips bunched up in an insouciant pout. "My flesh is soft and delicate."
What did she mean—her flesh? Was all this part of her body? In the dim light he could see she was straddling him, but he couldn't see any legs, or even where her body ended and the fleshy mass he was lying in began.
Where was he? He felt enclosed. Looking up he saw some kind of ceiling, so low down it was just above the hindig's head. It was inlaid with what looked like mother-of-pearl, but wrong in some fashion Bate couldn't quite put his finger on, only that it gave him a queasy feeling in the bottom of his guts. He saw that the ceiling curved around on either side so that both of them appeared to be inside some kind of pod or shell. The dim light was provided by glowing bulbs on the end of tubular stalks. They looked organic in nature.
Bate continued to flex against his bonds. What he lay in had a similar rubbery strength and texture to viscera. Or maybe octopi; he remembered some he'd caught while diving. Maybe it was part of her. Maybe it was her internals. Maybe it was delicate. Maybe he could hurt her.
He gripped and twisted and tugged whatever he could close his hands around.
The only moans the hindig let out were sexual in nature. She gave a low chuckle.
Delicate, my ass! Bate thought. Her flesh might have felt soft and squishy, but he couldn't rip or tear it at all.
The hindig laughed at his efforts. "You squirm so much. It's ticklish."
Bate had never felt so helpless.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"Not much, just a little information," the monster girl replied. Her yellow eyes were bright in the gloom.
"Fuck off," Bate said.
"Oh, you will give it me," she said. "It's just a case of getting you in the right mood."
Squirming motion started up all around Bate. He tried to turn his head, and when that motion was denied him, flicked his eyes to the left and right. Dripping with slime, pink tubes rose up out of the wriggling mass of flesh. Incongruously, each terminated in part of a human face. Only part. The top of the head, from the nose upwards had been neatly sliced off, leaving behind only mouths lined with full, feminine lips. Despite missing everything else, the lips still turned up in sultry knowing smiles, still pouted as if to kiss, still whispered lewd suggestions to Bate.
"wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup," Bate muttered over and over like a mantra.
This coffin of squirming horrors couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.
"Why would you want to wake from a dream as sweet as this," the monster girl whispered.
The disenfaced mouths dipped down on Bate's body. He felt their soft lips brush and sigh against his exposed flesh. He felt stiff little tongues flicking his nipples. He even felt one wriggle underneath him and use its tongue to probe around the sensitive rim of his anus.
Two mouths reared up on either side of Bate's head. They puckered full red lips and exhaled clouds of perfumed smoke into his face. Bate tried holding his breath. It was useless. They were in a contained space; the gas—whatever it was—wasn't going anywhere. He had to take a breath sometime, and when he did it was laced with the drugged gas.
The effect was immediate. Bate felt a pleasant tingling all over. His vision went fuzzy... soft focus. Like one of those old softcore movies where they used to smear Vaseline on the lens.
The form of the monstrous woman straddling him blurred and shifted. She became the busty pinup teenaged Bate had seen once in a very old skin mag and went on to become the focus of much of his carnal nighttime imaginings. Now she was sitting astride him... sitting astride his naked form.
She'd also brought friends. He felt the soft press of their lips—kissing... suckling... He felt their wet little tongues—licking... tickling... But he couldn't see them, even the one that pressed warm lips against his and locked tongues in a passionate kiss.
He couldn't see her because the top half of her head wasn't there.
Bate blinked furiously.
Fantasy, don't fall for the fantasy.
Her lips formed a seal around his mouth. The fleshy tube the faceless mouth had in place of a throat swelled and a sweet-tasting liquid was regurgitated into Bate's mouth. He had to swallow and the fleshy tube throbbed and pulsed as more of the liquid was pumped down his throat. The drug flowed into his bloodstream and he felt warm and pleasantly tingly all over.
"Relax" the pinup astride him said. "We do not use pain to extract information here. We give our captives love and pleasure, and in turn they offer up—freely—their secrets."
She let her weight settle on Bate's lap. His burgeoning erection was drawn up into her and enclosed in warm quivering flesh.
He was fucking her...
...fucking this monster.
And it felt good, really good.
The soft walls of her sex undulated against his cock in slow, peristaltic waves. She added to the sensation with slow, sensual up-and-down movements of her hips.
"You'll tell me everything, won't you?" she asked him sweetly. She clutched and squeezed her large tits as she rose up and down on him.
No, he mustn't.
"I'll make you feel so good... so nice." She finished with a low sensual moan.
Her mouth tube continued to pour drugged fluid down Bate's throat. Other mouths blew warm scented air into his face. Others were all over his body—kissing, licking. He felt them gently sucking on his fingers and toes. One even had a stiff tongue wriggling away in his ass. He writhed helplessly in the bed of quivering meat as she stroked and licked and sucked him to higher pinnacles of ecstasy.
"You don't have to hold back," she whispered.
Her whole body throbbed in time to the muscular pulses squeezing Bate's cock. The openings in her neck swelled and contracted. Her big bust rose up and down. It felt like she was putting her whole body into sucking on his member. Chest, hips, stomach—everything moving in and out as if she was taking in deep breaths... deep breaths of him.
"Just let it all out, let everything out into me."
Her soft body flexed and Bate couldn't hold out any longer. He came with a loud gasp.
"Yessss," she hissed in triumph. "Give me everything."
Bate felt his cock swell against the pressure of her walls and then the overwhelming bliss of release as he spurted his semen inside her. On and on it flowed. Her body kept working, kept throbbing, kept sucking, kept urging. Enslaved by it, Bate gave her everything.
Then, once the jangling sparkling tremors of orgasmic bliss had subsided enough for him to regain some control of his body, Bate told her everything she wanted to know.
"This is very bad, Stewart, very bad. We never thought the HSIOs had the capability or even the desire to question the men they've taken like this. And if they get access to one of the senior research staff here they could... No. It doesn't bear thinking about. Command must be informed of this. Now tell me again exactly what the lieutenant told her..."
The bed Bate was lying in was also soft, too soft. Soft, squishy and moist. He couldn't move his limbs either. They felt weighted down and tangled up as if some kind of monstrous python was coiled around each limb. And the smell...
"Mmm, you're awake."
Bate opened his eyes. He was lying on, or in, some kind of nightmare. Raw, oozing flesh squirmed all around him. Fleshy tubes, pinkish-white in color, surrounded and entangled his limbs like a nest of peeled snakes. Rising above it all and straddling Bate at the waist was the monster woman.
She had the body of a nude pinup, or maybe even one of those ridiculously busty anime girls made flesh. Both her bust and hips were pronounced and curvy, but there was not a trace of excess fat anywhere else on her body.
She was also clearly a monster. Her skin was the wrong shade of pink—pallid, sickly, like squirming invertebrates—and covered in a wet sheen of slime. She had no hair. Instead, a mass of tubular tentacles cascaded over her shoulders. Each terminated in a blind maw. Similar openings were present on the side of her neck, just below her pointed ears. They contracted and dilated as if she was breathing through them. Her face was pretty enough—finely sculpted, with luscious full lips—if you ignored her eyes. They were yellow and had vertical barbell-shaped pupils like those of an octopus.
He was still in H-space, Bate realized.
And in the clutches of one of the hindigs.
"Mmm, such a nice body," the hindig straddling him said.
She kept making slutty mmm-ing sounds as she caressed his exposed chest with her hand. It felt as warm and as soft as a loving woman's hand. The trail of slime it left on Bate's skin, less so.
Bate struggled. The thick muscular bonds coiled around his limbs, that he'd first taken for snakes until he'd realized they were too soft... too squishy, pulled tighter and tighter until Bate could barely move at all.
"Don't do that," the woman that looked like raw shellfish said. Her plump lips bunched up in an insouciant pout. "My flesh is soft and delicate."
What did she mean—her flesh? Was all this part of her body? In the dim light he could see she was straddling him, but he couldn't see any legs, or even where her body ended and the fleshy mass he was lying in began.
Where was he? He felt enclosed. Looking up he saw some kind of ceiling, so low down it was just above the hindig's head. It was inlaid with what looked like mother-of-pearl, but wrong in some fashion Bate couldn't quite put his finger on, only that it gave him a queasy feeling in the bottom of his guts. He saw that the ceiling curved around on either side so that both of them appeared to be inside some kind of pod or shell. The dim light was provided by glowing bulbs on the end of tubular stalks. They looked organic in nature.
Bate continued to flex against his bonds. What he lay in had a similar rubbery strength and texture to viscera. Or maybe octopi; he remembered some he'd caught while diving. Maybe it was part of her. Maybe it was her internals. Maybe it was delicate. Maybe he could hurt her.
He gripped and twisted and tugged whatever he could close his hands around.
The only moans the hindig let out were sexual in nature. She gave a low chuckle.
Delicate, my ass! Bate thought. Her flesh might have felt soft and squishy, but he couldn't rip or tear it at all.
The hindig laughed at his efforts. "You squirm so much. It's ticklish."
Bate had never felt so helpless.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"Not much, just a little information," the monster girl replied. Her yellow eyes were bright in the gloom.
"Fuck off," Bate said.
"Oh, you will give it me," she said. "It's just a case of getting you in the right mood."
Squirming motion started up all around Bate. He tried to turn his head, and when that motion was denied him, flicked his eyes to the left and right. Dripping with slime, pink tubes rose up out of the wriggling mass of flesh. Incongruously, each terminated in part of a human face. Only part. The top of the head, from the nose upwards had been neatly sliced off, leaving behind only mouths lined with full, feminine lips. Despite missing everything else, the lips still turned up in sultry knowing smiles, still pouted as if to kiss, still whispered lewd suggestions to Bate.
"wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup," Bate muttered over and over like a mantra.
This coffin of squirming horrors couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.
"Why would you want to wake from a dream as sweet as this," the monster girl whispered.
The disenfaced mouths dipped down on Bate's body. He felt their soft lips brush and sigh against his exposed flesh. He felt stiff little tongues flicking his nipples. He even felt one wriggle underneath him and use its tongue to probe around the sensitive rim of his anus.
Two mouths reared up on either side of Bate's head. They puckered full red lips and exhaled clouds of perfumed smoke into his face. Bate tried holding his breath. It was useless. They were in a contained space; the gas—whatever it was—wasn't going anywhere. He had to take a breath sometime, and when he did it was laced with the drugged gas.
The effect was immediate. Bate felt a pleasant tingling all over. His vision went fuzzy... soft focus. Like one of those old softcore movies where they used to smear Vaseline on the lens.
The form of the monstrous woman straddling him blurred and shifted. She became the busty pinup teenaged Bate had seen once in a very old skin mag and went on to become the focus of much of his carnal nighttime imaginings. Now she was sitting astride him... sitting astride his naked form.
She'd also brought friends. He felt the soft press of their lips—kissing... suckling... He felt their wet little tongues—licking... tickling... But he couldn't see them, even the one that pressed warm lips against his and locked tongues in a passionate kiss.
He couldn't see her because the top half of her head wasn't there.
Bate blinked furiously.
Fantasy, don't fall for the fantasy.
Her lips formed a seal around his mouth. The fleshy tube the faceless mouth had in place of a throat swelled and a sweet-tasting liquid was regurgitated into Bate's mouth. He had to swallow and the fleshy tube throbbed and pulsed as more of the liquid was pumped down his throat. The drug flowed into his bloodstream and he felt warm and pleasantly tingly all over.
"Relax" the pinup astride him said. "We do not use pain to extract information here. We give our captives love and pleasure, and in turn they offer up—freely—their secrets."
She let her weight settle on Bate's lap. His burgeoning erection was drawn up into her and enclosed in warm quivering flesh.
He was fucking her...
...fucking this monster.
And it felt good, really good.
The soft walls of her sex undulated against his cock in slow, peristaltic waves. She added to the sensation with slow, sensual up-and-down movements of her hips.
"You'll tell me everything, won't you?" she asked him sweetly. She clutched and squeezed her large tits as she rose up and down on him.
No, he mustn't.
"I'll make you feel so good... so nice." She finished with a low sensual moan.
Her mouth tube continued to pour drugged fluid down Bate's throat. Other mouths blew warm scented air into his face. Others were all over his body—kissing, licking. He felt them gently sucking on his fingers and toes. One even had a stiff tongue wriggling away in his ass. He writhed helplessly in the bed of quivering meat as she stroked and licked and sucked him to higher pinnacles of ecstasy.
"You don't have to hold back," she whispered.
Her whole body throbbed in time to the muscular pulses squeezing Bate's cock. The openings in her neck swelled and contracted. Her big bust rose up and down. It felt like she was putting her whole body into sucking on his member. Chest, hips, stomach—everything moving in and out as if she was taking in deep breaths... deep breaths of him.
"Just let it all out, let everything out into me."
Her soft body flexed and Bate couldn't hold out any longer. He came with a loud gasp.
"Yessss," she hissed in triumph. "Give me everything."
Bate felt his cock swell against the pressure of her walls and then the overwhelming bliss of release as he spurted his semen inside her. On and on it flowed. Her body kept working, kept throbbing, kept sucking, kept urging. Enslaved by it, Bate gave her everything.
Then, once the jangling sparkling tremors of orgasmic bliss had subsided enough for him to regain some control of his body, Bate told her everything she wanted to know.
"This is very bad, Stewart, very bad. We never thought the HSIOs had the capability or even the desire to question the men they've taken like this. And if they get access to one of the senior research staff here they could... No. It doesn't bear thinking about. Command must be informed of this. Now tell me again exactly what the lieutenant told her..."
Saturday, May 13, 2017
"Sandwiched by Stomachs" is out!
I've been inactive for a while, but now it's time to get the ball rolling again. If you've been enjoying the H-space monster girl bestiary stories I've been posting recently, I have a treat for you. "Sandwiched by Stomachs" is more of the same weirdness, but over a much longer length and in greater explicit detail.
You can get it for the low, low price of $0.99/£0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords
Kobo
(and other retailers through Smashwords)
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.
CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space. While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form. These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy. Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?
Sandwiched by. One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
You can get it for the low, low price of $0.99/£0.99 from:
Amazon
Smashwords
Kobo
(and other retailers through Smashwords)
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.
CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space. While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form. These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy. Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?
Sandwiched by. One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
And the cover:
(Yes, I know need to find a proper cover artist. Working on it...)
If you've enjoyed the various monster girl shorts I've posted here over the past year, please support my writing and pick up a copy of "Sandwiched by Stomachs" from your ebook retailer of choice (if it isn't at your ebook retailer of choice, let me know and I'll try and fix that.)
As for the H-space monster girl bestiary stories, I'm looking to get that restarted next week (finally!)
Thursday, May 11, 2017
New Sandwiched by on the way - "Sandwiched by Stomachs"
No, I haven't forgotten about that series.
This one is also set in H-space. It's a little weird... a little vore-y... but that shouldn't be too much of a surprise if you've been following the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary series. Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.
CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space. While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form. These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy. Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?
Sandwiched by. One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
It's about four or five times the length of a typical H-space MGB story, so you can expect things to get very graphic and detailed indeed. I'm still working on the formatting and cover. The plan is to upload it to Amazon and other retailers tomorrow, which should make it available to buy at some point over the weekend. I'll post an excerpt as an appetiser some time tomorrow, and then the full puff piece as soon as I see it go live.
As for the H-space MGB stories I post for free here - I'm back to writing them (finally!). I don't want to get in the way of the Sandwiched by promo stuff, so I'll hold the next one back until that's cleared (probably early next week).
This one is also set in H-space. It's a little weird... a little vore-y... but that shouldn't be too much of a surprise if you've been following the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary series. Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fifth in the series, “Sandwiched by Stomachs”, sees a man ensnared by the stomachs of a very unusual... and hungry... demon girl.
CPL Maynard Mayo is stationed in the alien dimension known as H-space. While investigating a cry for help he encounters a predatory monster girl with the unusual ability to evert her stomachs and shape them into sexy female form. These stomachs lure men into their folds and melt away their resistance with sensual ecstasy. Can Maynard escape this tempting trap or will he be literally digested alive by sex...?
Sandwiched by. One dude, two (or three!) sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
It's about four or five times the length of a typical H-space MGB story, so you can expect things to get very graphic and detailed indeed. I'm still working on the formatting and cover. The plan is to upload it to Amazon and other retailers tomorrow, which should make it available to buy at some point over the weekend. I'll post an excerpt as an appetiser some time tomorrow, and then the full puff piece as soon as I see it go live.
As for the H-space MGB stories I post for free here - I'm back to writing them (finally!). I don't want to get in the way of the Sandwiched by promo stuff, so I'll hold the next one back until that's cleared (probably early next week).
Saturday, March 18, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Polypomp
PFC Stewart Peter Bate walked around the side of the hill, slowly angling upwards. He carried a long red and white banded pole on his shoulder. Their assignment was to escort a team of surveyors while they made some preliminary maps of the terrain around the entry point.
Covenant, their surveyor, had stumbled and twisted his ankle. Stephens was watching over him while Bate walked the short distance to the top of the hill. Bate didn't like splitting the squad, but this area had already been cleared by Special Forces. All he had to do anyway was plant the pole on the top of the hill while the other teams took readings from their vantage points.
Right by the entry point were the ruins of a building, little more than a skeleton in the loose brown dirt. Looking back Bate was struck by how similar the ruins looked to their base back home. That was a mystery for the scientists. There were plenty of those.
Bate just had to hold up a pole on the top of a hill.
The side of the hill was covered in something similar to grass, except it was deep red in colour rather than green. The blades swayed in the breeze. Sometimes they seemed to sway in the opposite direction. Bate decided it must be his eyes playing tricks on him.
Dotted on the ground at regular intervals were large green oval shapes. They came in all sizes, ranging from some only as big as a pumpkin right up to some that were several feet across. Bate wasn't sure if they were alive or just rocks. He wasn't about to prod them to check either.
So far, other than the occasional black speck in the sky too fast for his binoculars, Bate hadn't come across anything resembling an animal. Which was why, when he first saw the girl, it took a few moments to register.
Bate thought he must be hallucinating to start with. What was a girl—a completely naked girl at that—doing lying on a bed out here?
No, it wasn't a girl, he realised, not a human one anyway. There were slight differences in the build of her body and her ears were long and pointed. Her eyes were larger than a human's and slanted a little like a cat's. Her irises were a bright, iridescent green. She looked like an elf from mythology, Bate thought.
She wasn't lying on a bed either. One of the green pods had opened up to reveal a nearly flat surface of soft, pinkish-white tissue. The girl was lying on the cushioned surface as if it was a large round bed.
Fuck, so what happened now?
Instinctively Bate dropped the pole and put both hands on his M16.
The girl gasped in fear, her big eyes wide, and backed away from him.
What the fuck are you doing, Bate thought? It's just a girl. Aside from slight anatomical differences, she looked just like the college co-eds back home. Not that he got many opportunities to see them naked.
This was First Contact. This wasn't just how the rest of the world saw him as a representative of the United States; this was how a completely alien species saw him as a representative of the human race. That prospect terrified him as much as he was sure his appearance terrified the girl.
Bate looked at his gun, looked at the terrified girl. This was an alien, possibly intelligent, race. Did he really want her first impression of the human race to be of gun-carrying bringers of violence?
Slowly Bate lowered his gun to the floor and stood up with his hands outstretched.
"It's okay miss. I mean you no harm," Bate said.
"I'm Utricula," the girl said. Now that he'd put the gun down she'd lost her fear and instead watched him with bright curiosity.
As he looked at her Bate was slightly embarrassed to realise her naked form aroused him. She had a similarly proportioned body to the cheerleaders Bate was always too shy to approach back in college. Her breasts were large in comparison to the slim lines of her athletic body. She didn't seem to feel the same embarrassment over her nakedness a human would. Between her legs Bate could clearly see the narrow slit of her vagina. Utricula didn't seem bothered in the slightest.
"The polypomp pods only open once a year for their breeding season," Utricula said, laying her hand flat on the soft tissue next to her. "They're really comfortable to lie on, like the softest bed. I like to come up here to lie back and watch the sky. It's so peaceful."
It did look comfortable, Bate thought.
"Why don't you join me?" she asked, her iridescent eyes shining brightly.
A breeze brushed through Bate's hair, bringing with it a sweet aroma that tickled his nostrils. It brought to mind the lazy spring days he used to spend as a child in the woods around his home. Those were carefree days, before the complications of the real world had inserted themselves into his life.
His hill was smaller than the others. It would still be a while before the other teams reached their peaks. And this was First Contact for fuck's sake. Giving the right impression here was way more important than sticking some stupid pole in the ground.
Bate shrugged off his kit bag and belt and walked towards her. He put a hand on the soft surface of the pod and was about to jump up to join her when she suddenly reared up with her arms outstretched to block him, a concerned expression on her face.
"No," she said. "You need to remove your clothes first. They'll irritate the polypomp otherwise."
Close up to the polypomp Bate became aware of a sickly sweet smell, like perfume, but so strong as to be nearly overpowering. He wondered if it was having an effect on him as inhaling it sent a warm glow through his body that settled in his groin.
Or it could be Utricula. If you ignored the elfin ears and cat-like eyes her body was really hot.
The things you do for Uncle Sam, Bate thought. He stripped off his shirt and pants and moved onto his underwear. He told himself he was doing it to further better relations with an alien species. It was freaking First Contact after all.
Bate was slim compared to most of the other soldiers, but kept his body in very good shape, enough for the muscles of his chest and abdomen to be clearly delineated. Utricula liked what she saw. Her iridescent eyes looked up and down his body—paying special attention to his cock—with what looked a little like hunger.
Bate climbed onto the polypomp's surface. It was soft, but not soft enough for him to sink all the way in. A beanbag made out of soft flesh was the closest comparison Bate could think of. Utricula had settled in a natural hollow at the polypomp's center, the soft tissue billowing out on either side of her like a solidified cloud. She moved over to make room for him, but not enough that he couldn't lie down without lying partly on her as well. She didn't seem to mind.
The sickly scented perfume was much stronger here. Bate lay back on the luxurious softness with Utricula's arms around him and stared up into the sky. The roiling mass of browns and reds boiling in the atmosphere was a complete contrast to the tranquillity he felt lying down here in Utricula's arms.
"This is my favorite season," Utricula said. "It marks the beginning of new life. Look."
She gently lifted Bate's head and pointed out one of the green oval pods sitting further up the hill. Normally they were so still as to be like rocks. This one was trembling and shaking like a boulder in a mild earthquake. The motion was localised to only that pod. The others around it were as still and motionless as before. Bate watched as it rocked and vibrated on the spot. Then it stopped and suddenly expanded as if taking a breath. It contracted and Bate watched in awe as a fountain of brilliant green motes shot up into the air like a geyser. The spores swooped and swirled in a dazzling fireworks display of glittering green sparks before being carried away on the breeze.
"Everything's going to change isn't it?" Utricula said. There was sadness in her bright green eyes as she looked at him.
"It won't all be bad," Bate said. He wasn't so convinced. The words rang hollow to him and he could see Utricula saw it in his face.
"Then we should enjoy every precious moment now," she whispered in his ear, before leaning over to kiss him fully on the lips. Her lips carried the taste of freshly picked berries, sweet but with a subtle tang.
From first contact to first base and then to…?
Utricula slid further under his body until he lay cradled in her lap. The back of his head rested against the soft pillows of her breasts. Her hands gently kneaded his shoulders before sliding down his chest to caress his nipples. Her thighs came up around him and gently rubbed the outside of his legs.
Could he? Were they compatible?
Bate lay with Utricula's arms and legs wrapped around him. He let his hands sink into the soft flesh of the polypomp on either side of their hollow. It really was the softest, most comfortable bed he'd ever experienced. He felt like he could lie here with Utricula forever.
She folded her legs over his, letting her toes play with his erection before running her feet gently down the inside of his legs.
"Don't be frightened," she murmured in his ear.
Frightened, Bate thought with a smile. What was there to be frightened—
A large, fleshy organ rose up between Bate's legs. At the back it looked like a large, almost translucent, balloon. At the front were two fleshy lips arranged vertically like a grotesque parody of a vagina. The puffed up lips slowly gaped open and a second, smaller set of swollen lips emerged, bobbing at the end of a worm-like appendage.
"You'll find the milking process to be very pleasant," Utricula whispered.
Bate didn't intend being around to find out. He didn't like how the worm-like appendage was swaying to match the motions of his cock. He tried to get up, but Utricula had both legs hooked over his thighs and her arms wrapped around his chest. He was trapped in her embrace.
The soft lips sprang forward and wrapped around the head of his cock. The elastic flesh gripped the end of his manhood and swallowed it down with a rhythmic peristaltic motion. The appendage retracted until the larger outer lips engulfed his cock totally. The balloon-like organ started to slowly expand and contract.
Then the suction started.
Oh fuck, it was like receiving the world's best blow job, Bate though. Thick, soft flesh clenched around his cock and undulated back and forth up the shaft. It was softer and tighter than any pussy Bate had ever experienced and in seconds his body was trembling from the pleasure of the sensation.
"I won't hurt you," Utricula said, gently caressing his nipples as she lay beneath him. "I only want your seed."
The semi-transparent bladder rose up and down like the throat of a chorusing frog. The fleshy organ vibrated as hundreds of muscles sucked on his cock in perfect, exquisite harmony. Bate felt a gentle probing presence around the rim of his anus.
He tried to thrash free, but he couldn't find any purchase for his limbs to push against. Utricula was serenely calm as she held him in place.
"Why?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Like all living organisms, I must reproduce," she replied.
The bladder inflated and deflated with greater urgency. As it expanded Bate felt a strong suction gripping his cock, hard enough to be felt all the way down in his balls. His body trembled like a wire. His hands sank into the fleshy tissue on either side of his body and it gave beneath his grip like warm play-doh. His legs vibrated, unable to move too far as Utricula held him in place.
The bladder expanded and Bate grunted as a powerful orgasm crashed through his muscles. He ejaculated a great bolt of semen into the orifice and saw his creamy seed splash up against the inside of the translucent bladder.
Bate relaxed. Her pseudopod gently pushed against and then entered his anus. It wasn't painful. If anything its gentle vibrations sent pleasurable stimulation through his ass. The pseudopod pushed further up until it located the little bump of his prostate gland. It pressed against it and began to vibrate in a motion that sent waves of ecstasy flowing through Bate's body.
Bate opened his mouth in a soundless croak. The polypomp—or Utricula, he wasn't sure they were separate organisms—had him completely. Her orifice sucking on his cock and her pseudopod gently vibrating in his ass became his entire world. The sensations crowded out all other thought within his brain. Bate lay back in open-mouthed bliss and stared at the sky.
"I will take your seed and make new life," Utricula said.
Bate's hips jerked up and down in involuntary motion as more of his creamy semen splashed the inside of her bladder. She milked him, her sucking orifice and vibrating probe eliciting ejaculation after ejaculation from his willing body.
She gently rubbed a hand through his hair.
"I will take your body and give you new life," she said.
The soft walls slowly folded up around them as the polypomp enveloped them in a warm womb. It closed up until it was once more a featureless green oval on the side of a hill.
Covenant, their surveyor, had stumbled and twisted his ankle. Stephens was watching over him while Bate walked the short distance to the top of the hill. Bate didn't like splitting the squad, but this area had already been cleared by Special Forces. All he had to do anyway was plant the pole on the top of the hill while the other teams took readings from their vantage points.
Right by the entry point were the ruins of a building, little more than a skeleton in the loose brown dirt. Looking back Bate was struck by how similar the ruins looked to their base back home. That was a mystery for the scientists. There were plenty of those.
Bate just had to hold up a pole on the top of a hill.
The side of the hill was covered in something similar to grass, except it was deep red in colour rather than green. The blades swayed in the breeze. Sometimes they seemed to sway in the opposite direction. Bate decided it must be his eyes playing tricks on him.
Dotted on the ground at regular intervals were large green oval shapes. They came in all sizes, ranging from some only as big as a pumpkin right up to some that were several feet across. Bate wasn't sure if they were alive or just rocks. He wasn't about to prod them to check either.
So far, other than the occasional black speck in the sky too fast for his binoculars, Bate hadn't come across anything resembling an animal. Which was why, when he first saw the girl, it took a few moments to register.
Bate thought he must be hallucinating to start with. What was a girl—a completely naked girl at that—doing lying on a bed out here?
No, it wasn't a girl, he realised, not a human one anyway. There were slight differences in the build of her body and her ears were long and pointed. Her eyes were larger than a human's and slanted a little like a cat's. Her irises were a bright, iridescent green. She looked like an elf from mythology, Bate thought.
She wasn't lying on a bed either. One of the green pods had opened up to reveal a nearly flat surface of soft, pinkish-white tissue. The girl was lying on the cushioned surface as if it was a large round bed.
Fuck, so what happened now?
Instinctively Bate dropped the pole and put both hands on his M16.
The girl gasped in fear, her big eyes wide, and backed away from him.
What the fuck are you doing, Bate thought? It's just a girl. Aside from slight anatomical differences, she looked just like the college co-eds back home. Not that he got many opportunities to see them naked.
This was First Contact. This wasn't just how the rest of the world saw him as a representative of the United States; this was how a completely alien species saw him as a representative of the human race. That prospect terrified him as much as he was sure his appearance terrified the girl.
Bate looked at his gun, looked at the terrified girl. This was an alien, possibly intelligent, race. Did he really want her first impression of the human race to be of gun-carrying bringers of violence?
Slowly Bate lowered his gun to the floor and stood up with his hands outstretched.
"It's okay miss. I mean you no harm," Bate said.
"I'm Utricula," the girl said. Now that he'd put the gun down she'd lost her fear and instead watched him with bright curiosity.
As he looked at her Bate was slightly embarrassed to realise her naked form aroused him. She had a similarly proportioned body to the cheerleaders Bate was always too shy to approach back in college. Her breasts were large in comparison to the slim lines of her athletic body. She didn't seem to feel the same embarrassment over her nakedness a human would. Between her legs Bate could clearly see the narrow slit of her vagina. Utricula didn't seem bothered in the slightest.
"The polypomp pods only open once a year for their breeding season," Utricula said, laying her hand flat on the soft tissue next to her. "They're really comfortable to lie on, like the softest bed. I like to come up here to lie back and watch the sky. It's so peaceful."
It did look comfortable, Bate thought.
"Why don't you join me?" she asked, her iridescent eyes shining brightly.
A breeze brushed through Bate's hair, bringing with it a sweet aroma that tickled his nostrils. It brought to mind the lazy spring days he used to spend as a child in the woods around his home. Those were carefree days, before the complications of the real world had inserted themselves into his life.
His hill was smaller than the others. It would still be a while before the other teams reached their peaks. And this was First Contact for fuck's sake. Giving the right impression here was way more important than sticking some stupid pole in the ground.
Bate shrugged off his kit bag and belt and walked towards her. He put a hand on the soft surface of the pod and was about to jump up to join her when she suddenly reared up with her arms outstretched to block him, a concerned expression on her face.
"No," she said. "You need to remove your clothes first. They'll irritate the polypomp otherwise."
Close up to the polypomp Bate became aware of a sickly sweet smell, like perfume, but so strong as to be nearly overpowering. He wondered if it was having an effect on him as inhaling it sent a warm glow through his body that settled in his groin.
Or it could be Utricula. If you ignored the elfin ears and cat-like eyes her body was really hot.
The things you do for Uncle Sam, Bate thought. He stripped off his shirt and pants and moved onto his underwear. He told himself he was doing it to further better relations with an alien species. It was freaking First Contact after all.
Bate was slim compared to most of the other soldiers, but kept his body in very good shape, enough for the muscles of his chest and abdomen to be clearly delineated. Utricula liked what she saw. Her iridescent eyes looked up and down his body—paying special attention to his cock—with what looked a little like hunger.
Bate climbed onto the polypomp's surface. It was soft, but not soft enough for him to sink all the way in. A beanbag made out of soft flesh was the closest comparison Bate could think of. Utricula had settled in a natural hollow at the polypomp's center, the soft tissue billowing out on either side of her like a solidified cloud. She moved over to make room for him, but not enough that he couldn't lie down without lying partly on her as well. She didn't seem to mind.
The sickly scented perfume was much stronger here. Bate lay back on the luxurious softness with Utricula's arms around him and stared up into the sky. The roiling mass of browns and reds boiling in the atmosphere was a complete contrast to the tranquillity he felt lying down here in Utricula's arms.
"This is my favorite season," Utricula said. "It marks the beginning of new life. Look."
She gently lifted Bate's head and pointed out one of the green oval pods sitting further up the hill. Normally they were so still as to be like rocks. This one was trembling and shaking like a boulder in a mild earthquake. The motion was localised to only that pod. The others around it were as still and motionless as before. Bate watched as it rocked and vibrated on the spot. Then it stopped and suddenly expanded as if taking a breath. It contracted and Bate watched in awe as a fountain of brilliant green motes shot up into the air like a geyser. The spores swooped and swirled in a dazzling fireworks display of glittering green sparks before being carried away on the breeze.
"Everything's going to change isn't it?" Utricula said. There was sadness in her bright green eyes as she looked at him.
"It won't all be bad," Bate said. He wasn't so convinced. The words rang hollow to him and he could see Utricula saw it in his face.
"Then we should enjoy every precious moment now," she whispered in his ear, before leaning over to kiss him fully on the lips. Her lips carried the taste of freshly picked berries, sweet but with a subtle tang.
From first contact to first base and then to…?
Utricula slid further under his body until he lay cradled in her lap. The back of his head rested against the soft pillows of her breasts. Her hands gently kneaded his shoulders before sliding down his chest to caress his nipples. Her thighs came up around him and gently rubbed the outside of his legs.
Could he? Were they compatible?
Bate lay with Utricula's arms and legs wrapped around him. He let his hands sink into the soft flesh of the polypomp on either side of their hollow. It really was the softest, most comfortable bed he'd ever experienced. He felt like he could lie here with Utricula forever.
She folded her legs over his, letting her toes play with his erection before running her feet gently down the inside of his legs.
"Don't be frightened," she murmured in his ear.
Frightened, Bate thought with a smile. What was there to be frightened—
A large, fleshy organ rose up between Bate's legs. At the back it looked like a large, almost translucent, balloon. At the front were two fleshy lips arranged vertically like a grotesque parody of a vagina. The puffed up lips slowly gaped open and a second, smaller set of swollen lips emerged, bobbing at the end of a worm-like appendage.
"You'll find the milking process to be very pleasant," Utricula whispered.
Bate didn't intend being around to find out. He didn't like how the worm-like appendage was swaying to match the motions of his cock. He tried to get up, but Utricula had both legs hooked over his thighs and her arms wrapped around his chest. He was trapped in her embrace.
The soft lips sprang forward and wrapped around the head of his cock. The elastic flesh gripped the end of his manhood and swallowed it down with a rhythmic peristaltic motion. The appendage retracted until the larger outer lips engulfed his cock totally. The balloon-like organ started to slowly expand and contract.
Then the suction started.
Oh fuck, it was like receiving the world's best blow job, Bate though. Thick, soft flesh clenched around his cock and undulated back and forth up the shaft. It was softer and tighter than any pussy Bate had ever experienced and in seconds his body was trembling from the pleasure of the sensation.
"I won't hurt you," Utricula said, gently caressing his nipples as she lay beneath him. "I only want your seed."
The semi-transparent bladder rose up and down like the throat of a chorusing frog. The fleshy organ vibrated as hundreds of muscles sucked on his cock in perfect, exquisite harmony. Bate felt a gentle probing presence around the rim of his anus.
He tried to thrash free, but he couldn't find any purchase for his limbs to push against. Utricula was serenely calm as she held him in place.
"Why?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Like all living organisms, I must reproduce," she replied.
The bladder inflated and deflated with greater urgency. As it expanded Bate felt a strong suction gripping his cock, hard enough to be felt all the way down in his balls. His body trembled like a wire. His hands sank into the fleshy tissue on either side of his body and it gave beneath his grip like warm play-doh. His legs vibrated, unable to move too far as Utricula held him in place.
The bladder expanded and Bate grunted as a powerful orgasm crashed through his muscles. He ejaculated a great bolt of semen into the orifice and saw his creamy seed splash up against the inside of the translucent bladder.
Bate relaxed. Her pseudopod gently pushed against and then entered his anus. It wasn't painful. If anything its gentle vibrations sent pleasurable stimulation through his ass. The pseudopod pushed further up until it located the little bump of his prostate gland. It pressed against it and began to vibrate in a motion that sent waves of ecstasy flowing through Bate's body.
Bate opened his mouth in a soundless croak. The polypomp—or Utricula, he wasn't sure they were separate organisms—had him completely. Her orifice sucking on his cock and her pseudopod gently vibrating in his ass became his entire world. The sensations crowded out all other thought within his brain. Bate lay back in open-mouthed bliss and stared at the sky.
"I will take your seed and make new life," Utricula said.
Bate's hips jerked up and down in involuntary motion as more of his creamy semen splashed the inside of her bladder. She milked him, her sucking orifice and vibrating probe eliciting ejaculation after ejaculation from his willing body.
She gently rubbed a hand through his hair.
"I will take your body and give you new life," she said.
The soft walls slowly folded up around them as the polypomp enveloped them in a warm womb. It closed up until it was once more a featureless green oval on the side of a hill.
Monday, March 06, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Hunting Arachne
Name: Hunting Arachne
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Rocky terrain. Mountains. Caves.
Description:
A type of spider-girl. At a distance she looks like a naked human woman riding a giant spider. Closer inspection reveals both are parts of the same organism, with the head and torso of the woman replacing the head of the spider. The woman appears to have truncated vestigial legs that taper to points after about a third of thigh. These house and hide venom-filled fangs.
Her upper body is dark-skinned with silver hair and looks fully human aside from three sets of additional jet-black eyes located on her head. Unless seen close up, it is easy to mistake these additional eyes for jewellery.
The lower body is brown and resembles the agelenid spiders found on Earth, albeit on a considerable larger scale.
Attack Strategy:
This type of arachne is an active hunter. They produce webbing, but use it as ropes to cast at and entangle prey rather than building webs. Once they catch a man (It is always a man. Unlike other HSIOs, hunting arachnes show no interest in women) the arachne will wrap them up in a cocoon. This silk is coated in a mild aphrodisiac. Venom glands within the false legs contain a much stronger aphrodisiac and the arachne injects it into her prey to place them into a state of sexual hyper-arousal before beginning to feed.
Outwardly, feeding resembles copulation. The arachne will get her prey aroused and then insert their erection into her false vagina. This orifice is her true mouth and connected to a series of powerful sucking stomachs in her abdomen. She stimulates her prey to ejaculation and then slowly pumps out all their fluids while they are in a helpless state of sensual bliss.
Countermeasures:
This type of arachne is fast, agile, and especially dangerous in broken terrain where they can attack from a multitude of angles.
Their resistances are comparable to similar HSIOs. The cuticle is resistant to small arms and they have some limited regenerative capabilities. Chainsaws and/or flamethrowers are recommended for fighting this type. It is also advised to engage them in open areas rather than seeking cover.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Fast, agile, and extremely difficult to handle at close quarters.
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Rocky terrain. Mountains. Caves.
Description:
A type of spider-girl. At a distance she looks like a naked human woman riding a giant spider. Closer inspection reveals both are parts of the same organism, with the head and torso of the woman replacing the head of the spider. The woman appears to have truncated vestigial legs that taper to points after about a third of thigh. These house and hide venom-filled fangs.
Her upper body is dark-skinned with silver hair and looks fully human aside from three sets of additional jet-black eyes located on her head. Unless seen close up, it is easy to mistake these additional eyes for jewellery.
The lower body is brown and resembles the agelenid spiders found on Earth, albeit on a considerable larger scale.
Attack Strategy:
This type of arachne is an active hunter. They produce webbing, but use it as ropes to cast at and entangle prey rather than building webs. Once they catch a man (It is always a man. Unlike other HSIOs, hunting arachnes show no interest in women) the arachne will wrap them up in a cocoon. This silk is coated in a mild aphrodisiac. Venom glands within the false legs contain a much stronger aphrodisiac and the arachne injects it into her prey to place them into a state of sexual hyper-arousal before beginning to feed.
Outwardly, feeding resembles copulation. The arachne will get her prey aroused and then insert their erection into her false vagina. This orifice is her true mouth and connected to a series of powerful sucking stomachs in her abdomen. She stimulates her prey to ejaculation and then slowly pumps out all their fluids while they are in a helpless state of sensual bliss.
Countermeasures:
This type of arachne is fast, agile, and especially dangerous in broken terrain where they can attack from a multitude of angles.
Their resistances are comparable to similar HSIOs. The cuticle is resistant to small arms and they have some limited regenerative capabilities. Chainsaws and/or flamethrowers are recommended for fighting this type. It is also advised to engage them in open areas rather than seeking cover.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Fast, agile, and extremely difficult to handle at close quarters.
Sunday, March 05, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Hunting Arachne
PFC Stewart Peter Bate had thought the spiders would be okay so long as you weren't stupid enough to fall into their webs. He'd been in H-space long enough to hear about and even see firsthand some real crazy shit. Giant spider-women. Sure, whatevs.
What they hadn't told him about—and Bate was supremely pissed about this—was the spiders that chased after you and threw ropes of sticky silk like they were cowboys lassoing rogue steers. They also hadn't told him about how quick they were. Or how accurate they were at throwing their sticky ropes of silk.
Or how damn sneaky they were.
Bate stood with his back to a crumbling wall. Finding the ruins had been a surprise. No one knew who'd built them or what they were doing here. H-space was weird like that. Explo teams had reported coming across strange structures left in the middle of nowhere as if they'd been transplanted here from another world. These ruins were old. Whoever built them was no longer around and hadn't been for a long time. Maybe the spider-women had eaten them.
He knew she was out there, stalking him.
He strained to hear any sounds—the telltale tic of a chitinous spider leg on stone, or maybe the little rattle of displaced gravel. Nothing. How could something so big move so silently? It wasn't right.
She was the last one. He was the last of the squad. The other spiders had got the rest. Poor bastards.
Bate paused behind the rock wall to get his breath back and wonder how the fuck he was going to get out of this. To his right was an open square floored with stone blocks. On the other side of the square was a broken arch standing out on its own.
Bate was fast. Back in college he'd been county champion at the 100m sprint.
The spiders were faster. She'd run him down long before he reached the broken arch.
To his left was a maze of rubble and crumbling stone walls. The spiders could climb walls just as well as their tiny cousins back on Earth. What was an obstacle course for him would be a racetrack for her.
It was still his best choice. The derelict walls would provide some form of cover. If he could sneak through without her seeing him...
A shadow fell over him.
Bate looked up into the smiling face of the spider-girl.
"There you are," she said.
If you didn't know any better, the spider-girls kinda looked hot. Her skin was a rich coffee-brown color and looked flawlessly smooth. Her exposed breasts were full and round and topped with perky dark-brown nipples. She had silver-white hair that was cut short in a bob that extended to just below her pointed elf-like ears. The only blemishes to her otherwise beautiful face were shiny black orbs attached to her forehead and temples. It was easy to mistake them for jewelry... until they blinked.
And now Bate didn't have a choice.
He turned tail, put his head down and sprinted across the open square as if his life depended on it. Which it did. Abstractly he reckoned he'd probably just smashed his PB. Not that it did him any good. The broken arch was still in the distance when he felt something wet and sticky strike him in the center of his back. He carried on running but now it felt like he'd been attached to a bungee cord. His forward momentum slowed to the point it was like trying to charge through thick mud. He hit the limit of his tether's elasticity and came to a halt. He reached out despairingly for the arch that was out of reach of his imploring fingers, then he was yanked backwards.
The spider-girl caught him. Bate had resolved to not go quietly if one of these bastards ever caught him. He thrashed and lashed out. It was like fighting a hurricane of scissoring limbs and drifting strands of sticky silk. Bate's clothes and kit were neatly sliced away and then his naked body was spun around while she wrapped him up in sheets of sticky wet silk. All of him was cocooned aside from his face.
Because she wanted him to see, Bate realized. Sadistic bitch.
She smiled at him as she squatted down on top of his cocooned body. Bate saw her mix of human and arachnid from up close. It was far worse than had she been completely alien. It looked like a giant spider had no head and instead a buxom brown-skinned female amputee was sitting in its place as if she was riding some kind of exotic wheelchair or chariot. That was Bate's brain trying to make sense of the incomprehensible. Spider and woman blurred together at the join. Chitin plates extended from the body of the arachnid and up the sides of the woman. Her leg stumps were like one of those trick rabbit-duck pictures. One moment they resembled the leg stumps of a double amputee, tapering to a point. The other they looked like the mouth parts of an enormous spider.
Rider and spider were one.
Rider and spider had always been one.
What the fuck was wrong with this fucked up dimension?
"How's that?" she asked. "All wrapped up and comfortable?"
Bate briefly flexed against his bonds before realizing it was hopeless. She'd wrapped him up as tight as a hapless fly caught in a spider's web.
"Fuck you," he said to her.
The spider-girl laughed.
"Patience," she said. "We'll do plenty of that later."
She ran a hand over Bate's silk-wrapped form.
"Oh, but our little game of hide'n'seek has got my juices going."
Curved fangs popped out of the leg stumps that were not leg stumps. A droplet of pink fluid formed at the tip of each.
Bate's eyes widened. Forget her human appearance. She was a spider. She was going to inject him with her venom and suck out his insides. And there was nothing he could do about it.
"Fuck you," he re-iterated.
Bate was determined not to go out a pussy. It was all he had left. He wouldn't beg.
"Ah, so eager," the spider-girl laughed.
Her poison fangs sank into Bate's sides. There was a brief prick of pain and then...
ooh
Warmth bloomed up inside him in expanding clouds. It was like she'd injected him with opiates... and something else. All his tension and fear melted right away. He relaxed and then a different kind of tension gripped him. He felt strange and antsy. Hot. Horny.
"Normally I'd wait for the aphrodisiac soaked in my silk to take effect," she said. "But you've made me all wet. I can't wait."
Blood surged down to Bate's cock. The spider-woman must have spared that part of his body when wrapping him up. His erection started to rise without hindrance. She wrapped her hands around his manhood. In contrast to her alien, arachnid appearance her hands were warm and soft. She spat on his cock and used it as lubrication as she pumped him harder and harder.
Bate watched on in a confused stupor. He'd thought she meant to eat him. This he didn't mind. She knew tricks with her fingers that had Bate moaning in pleasure. No, he didn't mind this at all. Even being wrapped up in the silk cocoon felt okay—kinky, but comfortable kinky.
If he'd known she was going to do this he wouldn't have run away.
The girl smiled at him as she pumped his dick.
"Much better," she said. "Now we can fuck."
The plates of chitin guarding her crotch slid aside to expose the hairless folds of her pussy. Her labia were plump and red with engorged blood. They parted to reveal a red tunnel slathered with her juices.
Bate trembled with anticipation. Even though he could clearly see it wasn't a typical human pussy he didn't care. He felt so hot and horny he needed to cool off. And the only way to cool off was to douse his boiling-hot cock in her wet sex.
Which he couldn't do because his body was tightly cocooned in silk. The woman knew it and teased him with her sex. She moved over him and pressed down enough for the plush lips of her sex to encircle the swollen head of Bate's cock, but not enough for him to penetrate her.
Bate felt so hot and horny it overwhelmed everything else. He moaned in frustration at not being able to thrust up inside her.
The woman laughed. "Don't worry. Arachnes are accustomed to their lovers being bound. My pussy will bring you to ecstasy and you won't have to do a thing."
An organ expanded within her and the resulting suction it generated through her vagina drew Bate's cock up into her with enough force to lift his hips up off the floor. The position was uncomfortable, but Bate wasn't held in it for long. The spider-woman had proved her point and lowered her body so Bate was resting on the floor with her lying on top of him.
Her sex was tight and muscular. Muscular enough that it might have been uncomfortable, even painful, had her walls not also been thick, padded and soft. It felt like his cock had been wrapped in and squeezed by a big plush cushion. The arachne didn't move up and down on top of him. She let the internal motions of her vagina do all the work—squeezing, tugging, sucking.
Oh fuck, that felt incredible, Bate thought.
He let out a surprised gasp. Again something had expanded within her and Bate's member was gripped by a rippling suction that drove his senses wild.
"It feels like you've got a mouth down there," he said.
What was this sensation? It was amazing.
The woman gave him a knowing smile. "I'm a spider. Our lovers can't move when we've wrapped them all up, so we... hnh..."
She flexed something within her. The thick fleshy walls of her sex contracted around Bate's cock. He felt that same powerful suction, but this time it was focused on his cock... down inside his cock... inside him.
"...suck the cum right out of them."
Bate was trembling all over. His cock throbbed inside her. Her pussy squeezed back making him throb even harder. He hadn't so much as twitched his hips and yet he was already bursting to shoot his load. He'd been with a hooker that had a similar technique, but what this H-space woman was doing to him was far beyond that.
"Just like... hnh... this," she said.
It was like she was taking a deep breath and that breath was Bate's cock. And then it was his cum. Bate felt a tingling, trembling sensation all over his body that concentrated down into his loins until he could hold it back no longer.
"Yes, let it out," the woman hissed as Bate groaned and erupted inside her.
She lay on top of him and wrapped her arms around his cocooned body in a tight hug. Her segmented legs formed a cage around his lower back, buttocks and legs. She pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss. Her taste was strange... bitter.
Bate's orgasm was long and powerful. One, two, three, four, five strong throbbing pulses as he unloaded his balls. Her sex tightened around his throbbing member and formed a fleshy cuff. As her mouth worked against his he felt other workings deep inside her sex.
What was happening down there? Bate's semen was pulled from him faster than he could spurt it into her pulsing sex. It felt like... gulping?
It was hella intense, like nothing he'd ever experienced. A few more throbs and Bate finally felt like his tap was running dry. It left him a jangling, exhausted, but happy wreck.
The spider woman sank her fangs into his sides and held them there. Bate shuddered and gasped into her moist lips as she poured her aphrodisiac venom into him.
"You were right. I do have a mouth down there," she whispered in his ear.
Her muscular sex contracted and tugged him rhythmically. The sucking organ deep within her spider abdomen throbbed with the same rhythm as she sucked a second powerful ejaculation out of him.
This would be the longest orgasm of Bate's life. It would also be his last.
"I'm a spider," she whispered. "I suck all the juices out of my lovers... my prey."
The sucking organ in her abdomen pulsed as she drew Bate's juices out of him. Thanks to her venom it was his precious bodily fluids he was ejaculating, not semen, but the pleasure was the same.
"But I am a kind spider. My prey feel only bliss as I suck their fluids out of them."
Bate barely heard her. He let out a little ah of ecstasy with each pulse. The arachne could have dragged it out longer, but they were out in the open and exposed. She sucked him dry with great lusty gulps until his eyes clouded over and he let out a final rattling sigh. Finished, the arachne murmured contently as she stroked her now full abdomen.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did? I think you did," she said to Bate's wizened face.
She kissed him on his cracked lips before carrying his cocooned and dried-up husk back with her to her lair. It wouldn't do to leave it out in the open where it might frighten future lovers away.
What they hadn't told him about—and Bate was supremely pissed about this—was the spiders that chased after you and threw ropes of sticky silk like they were cowboys lassoing rogue steers. They also hadn't told him about how quick they were. Or how accurate they were at throwing their sticky ropes of silk.
Or how damn sneaky they were.
Bate stood with his back to a crumbling wall. Finding the ruins had been a surprise. No one knew who'd built them or what they were doing here. H-space was weird like that. Explo teams had reported coming across strange structures left in the middle of nowhere as if they'd been transplanted here from another world. These ruins were old. Whoever built them was no longer around and hadn't been for a long time. Maybe the spider-women had eaten them.
He knew she was out there, stalking him.
He strained to hear any sounds—the telltale tic of a chitinous spider leg on stone, or maybe the little rattle of displaced gravel. Nothing. How could something so big move so silently? It wasn't right.
She was the last one. He was the last of the squad. The other spiders had got the rest. Poor bastards.
Bate paused behind the rock wall to get his breath back and wonder how the fuck he was going to get out of this. To his right was an open square floored with stone blocks. On the other side of the square was a broken arch standing out on its own.
Bate was fast. Back in college he'd been county champion at the 100m sprint.
The spiders were faster. She'd run him down long before he reached the broken arch.
To his left was a maze of rubble and crumbling stone walls. The spiders could climb walls just as well as their tiny cousins back on Earth. What was an obstacle course for him would be a racetrack for her.
It was still his best choice. The derelict walls would provide some form of cover. If he could sneak through without her seeing him...
A shadow fell over him.
Bate looked up into the smiling face of the spider-girl.
"There you are," she said.
If you didn't know any better, the spider-girls kinda looked hot. Her skin was a rich coffee-brown color and looked flawlessly smooth. Her exposed breasts were full and round and topped with perky dark-brown nipples. She had silver-white hair that was cut short in a bob that extended to just below her pointed elf-like ears. The only blemishes to her otherwise beautiful face were shiny black orbs attached to her forehead and temples. It was easy to mistake them for jewelry... until they blinked.
And now Bate didn't have a choice.
He turned tail, put his head down and sprinted across the open square as if his life depended on it. Which it did. Abstractly he reckoned he'd probably just smashed his PB. Not that it did him any good. The broken arch was still in the distance when he felt something wet and sticky strike him in the center of his back. He carried on running but now it felt like he'd been attached to a bungee cord. His forward momentum slowed to the point it was like trying to charge through thick mud. He hit the limit of his tether's elasticity and came to a halt. He reached out despairingly for the arch that was out of reach of his imploring fingers, then he was yanked backwards.
The spider-girl caught him. Bate had resolved to not go quietly if one of these bastards ever caught him. He thrashed and lashed out. It was like fighting a hurricane of scissoring limbs and drifting strands of sticky silk. Bate's clothes and kit were neatly sliced away and then his naked body was spun around while she wrapped him up in sheets of sticky wet silk. All of him was cocooned aside from his face.
Because she wanted him to see, Bate realized. Sadistic bitch.
She smiled at him as she squatted down on top of his cocooned body. Bate saw her mix of human and arachnid from up close. It was far worse than had she been completely alien. It looked like a giant spider had no head and instead a buxom brown-skinned female amputee was sitting in its place as if she was riding some kind of exotic wheelchair or chariot. That was Bate's brain trying to make sense of the incomprehensible. Spider and woman blurred together at the join. Chitin plates extended from the body of the arachnid and up the sides of the woman. Her leg stumps were like one of those trick rabbit-duck pictures. One moment they resembled the leg stumps of a double amputee, tapering to a point. The other they looked like the mouth parts of an enormous spider.
Rider and spider were one.
Rider and spider had always been one.
What the fuck was wrong with this fucked up dimension?
"How's that?" she asked. "All wrapped up and comfortable?"
Bate briefly flexed against his bonds before realizing it was hopeless. She'd wrapped him up as tight as a hapless fly caught in a spider's web.
"Fuck you," he said to her.
The spider-girl laughed.
"Patience," she said. "We'll do plenty of that later."
She ran a hand over Bate's silk-wrapped form.
"Oh, but our little game of hide'n'seek has got my juices going."
Curved fangs popped out of the leg stumps that were not leg stumps. A droplet of pink fluid formed at the tip of each.
Bate's eyes widened. Forget her human appearance. She was a spider. She was going to inject him with her venom and suck out his insides. And there was nothing he could do about it.
"Fuck you," he re-iterated.
Bate was determined not to go out a pussy. It was all he had left. He wouldn't beg.
"Ah, so eager," the spider-girl laughed.
Her poison fangs sank into Bate's sides. There was a brief prick of pain and then...
ooh
Warmth bloomed up inside him in expanding clouds. It was like she'd injected him with opiates... and something else. All his tension and fear melted right away. He relaxed and then a different kind of tension gripped him. He felt strange and antsy. Hot. Horny.
"Normally I'd wait for the aphrodisiac soaked in my silk to take effect," she said. "But you've made me all wet. I can't wait."
Blood surged down to Bate's cock. The spider-woman must have spared that part of his body when wrapping him up. His erection started to rise without hindrance. She wrapped her hands around his manhood. In contrast to her alien, arachnid appearance her hands were warm and soft. She spat on his cock and used it as lubrication as she pumped him harder and harder.
Bate watched on in a confused stupor. He'd thought she meant to eat him. This he didn't mind. She knew tricks with her fingers that had Bate moaning in pleasure. No, he didn't mind this at all. Even being wrapped up in the silk cocoon felt okay—kinky, but comfortable kinky.
If he'd known she was going to do this he wouldn't have run away.
The girl smiled at him as she pumped his dick.
"Much better," she said. "Now we can fuck."
The plates of chitin guarding her crotch slid aside to expose the hairless folds of her pussy. Her labia were plump and red with engorged blood. They parted to reveal a red tunnel slathered with her juices.
Bate trembled with anticipation. Even though he could clearly see it wasn't a typical human pussy he didn't care. He felt so hot and horny he needed to cool off. And the only way to cool off was to douse his boiling-hot cock in her wet sex.
Which he couldn't do because his body was tightly cocooned in silk. The woman knew it and teased him with her sex. She moved over him and pressed down enough for the plush lips of her sex to encircle the swollen head of Bate's cock, but not enough for him to penetrate her.
Bate felt so hot and horny it overwhelmed everything else. He moaned in frustration at not being able to thrust up inside her.
The woman laughed. "Don't worry. Arachnes are accustomed to their lovers being bound. My pussy will bring you to ecstasy and you won't have to do a thing."
An organ expanded within her and the resulting suction it generated through her vagina drew Bate's cock up into her with enough force to lift his hips up off the floor. The position was uncomfortable, but Bate wasn't held in it for long. The spider-woman had proved her point and lowered her body so Bate was resting on the floor with her lying on top of him.
Her sex was tight and muscular. Muscular enough that it might have been uncomfortable, even painful, had her walls not also been thick, padded and soft. It felt like his cock had been wrapped in and squeezed by a big plush cushion. The arachne didn't move up and down on top of him. She let the internal motions of her vagina do all the work—squeezing, tugging, sucking.
Oh fuck, that felt incredible, Bate thought.
He let out a surprised gasp. Again something had expanded within her and Bate's member was gripped by a rippling suction that drove his senses wild.
"It feels like you've got a mouth down there," he said.
What was this sensation? It was amazing.
The woman gave him a knowing smile. "I'm a spider. Our lovers can't move when we've wrapped them all up, so we... hnh..."
She flexed something within her. The thick fleshy walls of her sex contracted around Bate's cock. He felt that same powerful suction, but this time it was focused on his cock... down inside his cock... inside him.
"...suck the cum right out of them."
Bate was trembling all over. His cock throbbed inside her. Her pussy squeezed back making him throb even harder. He hadn't so much as twitched his hips and yet he was already bursting to shoot his load. He'd been with a hooker that had a similar technique, but what this H-space woman was doing to him was far beyond that.
"Just like... hnh... this," she said.
It was like she was taking a deep breath and that breath was Bate's cock. And then it was his cum. Bate felt a tingling, trembling sensation all over his body that concentrated down into his loins until he could hold it back no longer.
"Yes, let it out," the woman hissed as Bate groaned and erupted inside her.
She lay on top of him and wrapped her arms around his cocooned body in a tight hug. Her segmented legs formed a cage around his lower back, buttocks and legs. She pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss. Her taste was strange... bitter.
Bate's orgasm was long and powerful. One, two, three, four, five strong throbbing pulses as he unloaded his balls. Her sex tightened around his throbbing member and formed a fleshy cuff. As her mouth worked against his he felt other workings deep inside her sex.
What was happening down there? Bate's semen was pulled from him faster than he could spurt it into her pulsing sex. It felt like... gulping?
It was hella intense, like nothing he'd ever experienced. A few more throbs and Bate finally felt like his tap was running dry. It left him a jangling, exhausted, but happy wreck.
The spider woman sank her fangs into his sides and held them there. Bate shuddered and gasped into her moist lips as she poured her aphrodisiac venom into him.
"You were right. I do have a mouth down there," she whispered in his ear.
Her muscular sex contracted and tugged him rhythmically. The sucking organ deep within her spider abdomen throbbed with the same rhythm as she sucked a second powerful ejaculation out of him.
This would be the longest orgasm of Bate's life. It would also be his last.
"I'm a spider," she whispered. "I suck all the juices out of my lovers... my prey."
The sucking organ in her abdomen pulsed as she drew Bate's juices out of him. Thanks to her venom it was his precious bodily fluids he was ejaculating, not semen, but the pleasure was the same.
"But I am a kind spider. My prey feel only bliss as I suck their fluids out of them."
Bate barely heard her. He let out a little ah of ecstasy with each pulse. The arachne could have dragged it out longer, but they were out in the open and exposed. She sucked him dry with great lusty gulps until his eyes clouded over and he let out a final rattling sigh. Finished, the arachne murmured contently as she stroked her now full abdomen.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did? I think you did," she said to Bate's wizened face.
She kissed him on his cracked lips before carrying his cocooned and dried-up husk back with her to her lair. It wouldn't do to leave it out in the open where it might frighten future lovers away.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Crynolie
Name: Crynolie
Type: Demon
Habitat: Fertile plains and valleys. Artificial gardens.
Description:
Outwardly looks like a pretty young lady in a gaily coloured and extravagantly large crinoline dress. An eyewitness described them as looking like a group of actresses on the set of a period drama. One thing most observers notice is that the proportions of the crynolies seem off. They are deceptively tall, as if their legs are longer than they should be.
Underneath their 'dresses' the crynolies have four long and spindly legs, with each pair arranged perpendicularly to the other—like the legs of a small table. The legs look insectoid in shape, but resemble human flesh and skin, and terminate in what looks like human feet. Their most alien part is a bulbous sac or abdomen hanging down from the centre of their body. This too is covered in what looks like human skin, but otherwise resembles no part of the human body aside from the vulva-like orifice at the tip. The 'vulva' is surrounded by clusters of short tubules. These emit the fumes the crynolie uses for defence and to overpower her prey.
Attack Strategy:
The crynolie is capable of emitting fumes that put anyone breathing them into a highly suggestible state where they blindly follow any instruction give to them by the crynolie. While in this state the victim is unable to take any actions of their own volition.
Once she has her prey under her control, the crynolie will then ingest them into her fleshy abdomen through her 'vulva'. Initially it was thought they simply ate their victims, but—as with most HSIOs—the reality is far more complex.
The crynolie's abdomen contains a stretchy bag organ—a kind of stomach or womb—large enough to contain an adult human. This organ has thick padded walls and is surrounded by a net of muscular fibres that give the crynolie fine control of internal movements. At the top of the containment organ is an air bladder. The crynolie places her prey's head within this bladder and supplies them with oxygen so they do not suffocate inside her.
The next stage is to overload her captive with sexual excitement. The air the crynolie gives to her prey is laced with various sedatives and aphrodisiacs. Stronger aphrodisiac juices are secreted inside the containment bag and sensually massaged into the flesh of her captive. The containment organ also contains various structures analogous to human sex organs and the crynolie selects and uses them depending on the sex and sexual preferences of her captive.
The big question is why?
I don't believe the crynolies are feeding off our sexual arousal. I believe, like other HSIOs, the crynolies are after something else from us, and massive sexual overstimulation is just a tool to expose or loosen it.
(As to what this 'something else' is—I think it is what various religions throughout history have referred to as the human soul. As to what this infers about the nature of H-space and the HSIOs... No, I'm not ready to believe this. Not yet.)
Countermeasures:
The mind control fumes of the crynolie must not be inhaled. Fortunately they have a relatively short range of effect and require concentrated amounts. Likely the reason why crynolies are encountered in groups.
Unfortunately, tackling them from a distance is also difficult. The 'dress' of the crynolie is part of their body and composed of a flexible, durable material that is resistant to both small arms and bladed weapons. If threatened the crynolie retracts her upper half down into her dress and emits a dense fog to cover her escape.
Threat Level:
Medium to High.
As devastatingly effective as their paralysing fumes are at close range and as awkward as they are to engage at distance, I suspect the crynolies are actually low down in the 'demon'-type hierarchy. I fear there is worse out there. Far worse...
Type: Demon
Habitat: Fertile plains and valleys. Artificial gardens.
Description:
Outwardly looks like a pretty young lady in a gaily coloured and extravagantly large crinoline dress. An eyewitness described them as looking like a group of actresses on the set of a period drama. One thing most observers notice is that the proportions of the crynolies seem off. They are deceptively tall, as if their legs are longer than they should be.
Underneath their 'dresses' the crynolies have four long and spindly legs, with each pair arranged perpendicularly to the other—like the legs of a small table. The legs look insectoid in shape, but resemble human flesh and skin, and terminate in what looks like human feet. Their most alien part is a bulbous sac or abdomen hanging down from the centre of their body. This too is covered in what looks like human skin, but otherwise resembles no part of the human body aside from the vulva-like orifice at the tip. The 'vulva' is surrounded by clusters of short tubules. These emit the fumes the crynolie uses for defence and to overpower her prey.
Attack Strategy:
The crynolie is capable of emitting fumes that put anyone breathing them into a highly suggestible state where they blindly follow any instruction give to them by the crynolie. While in this state the victim is unable to take any actions of their own volition.
Once she has her prey under her control, the crynolie will then ingest them into her fleshy abdomen through her 'vulva'. Initially it was thought they simply ate their victims, but—as with most HSIOs—the reality is far more complex.
The crynolie's abdomen contains a stretchy bag organ—a kind of stomach or womb—large enough to contain an adult human. This organ has thick padded walls and is surrounded by a net of muscular fibres that give the crynolie fine control of internal movements. At the top of the containment organ is an air bladder. The crynolie places her prey's head within this bladder and supplies them with oxygen so they do not suffocate inside her.
The next stage is to overload her captive with sexual excitement. The air the crynolie gives to her prey is laced with various sedatives and aphrodisiacs. Stronger aphrodisiac juices are secreted inside the containment bag and sensually massaged into the flesh of her captive. The containment organ also contains various structures analogous to human sex organs and the crynolie selects and uses them depending on the sex and sexual preferences of her captive.
The big question is why?
I don't believe the crynolies are feeding off our sexual arousal. I believe, like other HSIOs, the crynolies are after something else from us, and massive sexual overstimulation is just a tool to expose or loosen it.
(As to what this 'something else' is—I think it is what various religions throughout history have referred to as the human soul. As to what this infers about the nature of H-space and the HSIOs... No, I'm not ready to believe this. Not yet.)
Countermeasures:
The mind control fumes of the crynolie must not be inhaled. Fortunately they have a relatively short range of effect and require concentrated amounts. Likely the reason why crynolies are encountered in groups.
Unfortunately, tackling them from a distance is also difficult. The 'dress' of the crynolie is part of their body and composed of a flexible, durable material that is resistant to both small arms and bladed weapons. If threatened the crynolie retracts her upper half down into her dress and emits a dense fog to cover her escape.
Threat Level:
Medium to High.
As devastatingly effective as their paralysing fumes are at close range and as awkward as they are to engage at distance, I suspect the crynolies are actually low down in the 'demon'-type hierarchy. I fear there is worse out there. Far worse...
Saturday, December 24, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Crynolie
SGT Stewart Peter Bate knew those dresses weren't right. The proportions didn't fit. The dresses were too big—like the women wearing them were standing on cut-off stilts, or really tall platform boots.
Or weren't human.
Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.
"We don't know for certain. They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect. We can't go in guns blazing."
'Guns Blazing.' Goddamned civvies. Bate thought each explo unit was supposed to be led by a military officer.
"Mendez. Bain. Stay back and provide cover as we go in," Cox ordered.
In was an immaculately tended garden in the middle of nowhere. The squad had come upon it in a sheltered valley—a splash of green standing out against the scraggly, blood-red grass covering the hillsides on either side of them. It was clearly an artificial garden with a lush green lawn and neat rows of flowerbeds. There was an open structure constructed from wooden beams—a pergola the size of a church. Climbing plants ran up the support beams and across the top. It looked pretty, but where were the other buildings?
"No hostile moves," Cox said to the rest of the squad as they approached the central structure. "We want to show them we mean no harm."
Standing under the pergola were the women in the odd dresses. The dresses were big and bright and resembled the extravagant crinoline dresses and ball gowns from the middle of the 1800s. They were so absurdly large it looked like each woman was poking out of the top of a giant lampshade. Bate wouldn't expect any modern woman to wear anything like that unless they were actresses playing aristocratic ladies in a historical drama. That's what they looked like—a group of fine old Southern Belles taking afternoon tea on a lovely summer day. As if a god had chopped a square out of the old Deep South and randomly left it here.
Those dresses, though, they weren't right. The closer Bate got the more it nagged at him. They were too tall—as if the top halves and bottom halves of the women wearing them didn't match up.
The women spotted the squad and buzzed amongst themselves in excitement. One of them, a woman with a sunflower-yellow dress and platinum-blonde hair tied up in an elaborate beehive, approached the men.
"What a delightful surprise," she said. "A group of young men, and such handsome ones as well. Welcome. I am Galulpia."
Galulpia looked surprisingly attractive in spite of her archaic attire and hairdo. As did the other women. They stood behind her and whispered and tittered to each other behind brightly painted fans. If he had to guess, Bate would have placed them all in their early to mid-twenties with Galulpia the eldest.
"A pleasure ma'am. I am Dr. Theodore Cox and my men and I are here as representatives of the great country of The United States of America. May I ask the name of this place?"
"This is the garden," Galulpia replied. "My ladies and I came out here to enjoy this lovely afternoon. Would you and your handsome young men like to join us?"
Galulpia was smiling like one of those wholesome Southern Belles in an old TV drama. The smile was too sunny to be natural. Bate couldn't shake the feeling something was off. Something about the women that creeped him out. They all looked about a foot taller than they should be.
And there was the garden. It was also too nice... too neat. It looked like a perfect film set, constructed only to last for as long as it took to make the shot. Bate noticed the plants climbing up the corner supports of the pergola. Some of the flowers looked like dicks. Some of the flowers looked like pussies. Some of the dick flowers were in the pussy flowers. Everything felt off.
They shouldn't be here.
And that motherfucker Cox. Now he'd got the formal introductions out of the way he was actually flirting with her.
"...that does sound a mighty tempting offer," he said. "We have been on our feet all day."
Galulpia glanced over Cox's shoulder to where Mendez and Bain had taken up covering fire positions.
"Are those your men?" she asked. "They look so lonely all the way out there. Why don't you ask them to come and join us."
When you saw her standing next to Cox, the height thing really jumped out, Bate thought. Cox had to be over six foot tall and Galulpia had an inch or two on him. It didn't match her otherwise petite and dainty features at all. Nothing matched.
"Sure thing," Cox said. He turned around. "Mendez. Bain. You can come in. Everything's fine."
What! Wait! No, Bate thought. He went to raise his voice in objection... and nothing came out. He just stood there. What the fuck? He wanted to say something. Why wouldn't it come out?
He glanced down and saw his boots had vanished beneath a thick ground fog. Where had that come from? It looked like early morning mist, but it wasn't morning. Then he looked up and saw the source. It was the women. The mist billowed out from beneath their dresses in little puffs of fluffy white smoke.
You fucking ass, Cox, Bate thought. How many times had they been told about the HSIOs? How many times had they been warned? Their stupid fucking idiot civvie CO had led them right into a trap.
Mendez and Bain would be no help either. They'd already rejoined the squad. Mendez's nostril wrinkled, then a certain slackness entered his features.
"It's so warm," Galulpia said. "I'm sure you'd be far more comfortable out of those heavy uniforms."
"You know, that's a really good idea," Cox said. He dropped his kit and started to take his clothes off.
"How about the rest of you boys?" Galulpia said. "Wouldn't you like to be naked as well?"
Yes, that was a really good idea, Bate thought. He put down his kit and rifle and started to climb out of his uniform.
What was he doing?
It didn't matter. He couldn't stop it. It was like he was a passenger in his own body. All he could do was watch as his hands unbuckled his pants and let them drop into the thick mist swirling around his feet.
He stood naked along with the other men. A warm breeze whipped up wisps of white mist. The women in the too-big dresses watched them with naked lust in their eyes.
"Mmm, such lovely young men," Galulpia said. "I'm positively salivating."
She reached down. Her dress opened at the front and she swished it aside like opening a pair of curtains. Bate knew now why her proportions seemed off. Revealed behind was her true monstrous form. Her legs were long and spindly, and she had four of them. They were reminiscent of the legs of an insect despite being covered in pink flesh and terminating in dainty pink human feet. To Bate the juxtaposition of the familiar with the alien looked far worse than had they actually been the legs of a giant insect.
Worst of all was what was hanging down between them. Bate saw a bloated pink sac like the bulbous abdomen of a grub or insect. As with the legs it was covered in soft pink human skin. Puffs of white mist emerged from tubular openings clustered at the end.
Galulpia reached over to caress the side of Cox's face. "Shall we—as they say—get down and dirty?" she said.
Cox was smiling, but his eyes trembled and water collected around his lower eyelids. Good, Bate thought, he wanted the fucker to be fully aware of how he'd doomed them.
Galulpia sat down with her bloated abdomen laid out before her. She had a fleshy slit at the end. It looked uncomfortably similar to a human vulva. Bate watched as the labia peeled aside and revealed a lurid interior slick with lubricating juices. It stretched open wider and wider, a widening pink tunnel. Four large tentacles, fleshy and muscular like tongues, slithered out and wrapped around Cox's upper body. They lingered lasciviously over his exposed flesh before pulling him headfirst into the gaping orifice. Waves of contraction shuddered through the bulbous pink abdomen as she gulped Cox into her. The science officer's feet wiggled out of the end before they too were drawn inside. Galulpia let out an orgasmic sigh as her labia folded back behind them.
"Ooh, a wriggler," she said. "They make me so wet."
Her bloated pink abdomen churned and convulsed. Galulpia moaned in orgasmic pleasure. It didn't take long for the violent motion to settle down to slow regular throbs, like the beats of heart. Galulpia sighed and cooed as her bulbous abdomen swelled and contracted. Every so often it would give a little shake and white juices would ooze out of the tip.
It was perverse. Sexual in a way that should not be sexual.
All around him Bate watched helplessly as the other members of his squad were engulfed. He couldn't move, could only wait his inevitable fate.
It came with a sweet voice. "Aww, are you feeling left out? Turn around."
Bate did as he was told. He saw a pretty young woman with platinum-blonde hair lying on her back with her upper body propped up on her elbows. Her lower body...
The vagina-like opening at the end of her abdomen opened up and livid red tongues shot out to coil around Bate's upper body. Her vagina gaped wider, revealing a long pink tunnel that contracted and dilated with muscular throbs. The tentacles tugged and Bate was pitched face-first into an orifice that opened wider to admit him. His head went inside and he breathed in humid air thick with the stench of sex. His shoulders followed and the fleshy walls of her sex pressed around him. Muscular peristaltic motion took over and Bate was inexorably drawn into her.
Only then did the queer hypnosis that had prevented Bate from resisting wear off. With his body back under his control he started to struggle. It was like being inside a giant elastic bag. The walls were too slick for his scrabbling fingers to gain any kind of purchase. The walls pressed in around his body with muscular contraction and hauled him in deeper. Soft spongy flesh contracted around his ankles and then wrapped around his feet as her vaginal opening closed behind him.
Bate kept pushing against the fleshy walls as he tried, desperately, to find any kind of weak spot. He was running out of air. He was going to suffocate... suffocate and be digested.
Another wave of peristaltic force gripped his body. His head was pushed up through some kind of muscular sphincter and into a space mercifully filled with breathable air.
Breathable, but not fresh. The breaths Bate took were tainted with sweet perfume and the organic stink of sex. The sphincter closed around his neck—tight like a collar, but not tight enough to stop him from breathing. His head was also not alone within the air bladder. Things slender and moist wormed into his ears.
Bate heard the voice of the hindig that had swallowed him. It came through as clear as if he was wearing headphones.
"Are you okay there? I couldn't let you suffocate inside me. That would be such a waste."
Bate heard air sacs working like bellows on either side of his head, keeping the tainted air circulating. And it was tainted... corrupted. Bate could feel the same taint spreading through him with every breath he took, awakening immoral thoughts and causing his loins to throb with unnatural need. He had no choice. It was that or suffocate to death inside her.
"What do you want?" he called out within his little bubble of air.
Glands within the main cavity's walls squirted hot fluids all over Bate's naked body. Bate panicked at the thought of her digestive acids eating into his flesh and started to kick out again. It did nothing more than provoke a series of ecstatic sighs and moans from her, as if his desperate struggling was getting her off sexually.
"Ooh yes," she moaned.
"You're not melting me to mush," Bate raged.
He drove elbows into the soft fleshy wall. He tried to gouge it with his fingers. All it did was trigger more orgasmic moans and induce her glands to squirt more juices over him until Bate was covered all over in warm oily secretions. They made him feel hot... and prickly in a weird way, like he hadn't had sex or masturbated in days and was getting antsy.
"Silly boy," the hindig giggled. "I'm not going to melt your body to mush. That's not how we consume."
The central cavity contracted and the space for Bate to struggle in shrank and shrank until his legs were squeezed together and his arms were pinned to his sides. It felt like someone had wrapped a wet air mattress around him and held it in place with rolls and rolls of thick tape. Bate couldn't move, but she could.
The meat walls quivered with low throbs and crawled all over his exposed flesh. To his aphrodisiac-drenched senses it felt like hands, naked butts, or even voluptuous breasts rubbing all over his body. Like he was playing sardines and jammed in a closet with a team of naked Vegas strippers. His cock, already bloated with blood, swelled out in a full erection and pressed up against the cushion-soft walls of flesh. He couldn't control it.
How could he be turned on, here of all places?
The hindig laughed. Her walls contracted and squeezed him. Bulges of soft flesh rubbed against his rock-hard erection.
"We let desire consume you." Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear.
A wet hole opened in the fleshy wall and Bate's erection was drawn into a tight muscular tunnel. Waves of peristaltic contraction rippled up his shaft. It felt like she was gently tugging him off. The hot itchy feeling in his balls intensified until it was hard to think about anything else.
"And we feed off what you're only too eager to give us... in the end."
The cushioned walls moved against him with slow sensual throbs. His cock slipped back and forth inside a warm muscular sheath that stoked his pleasure with rhythmic squeezes.
What was she doing to him?
The throbbing pulses grew stronger. The grip on his cock grew tighter.
No, she couldn't.
The hot itchiness in his balls bubbled up until he could no longer hold it in. He let out a surprised groan as her cushioned walls of flesh stroked him all the way to ejaculation. The hindig climaxed with him. She moaned ecstatically in his ear and her body shivered all around him. Her glands squirted and bathed Bate in frothy warm juices.
As he came Bate felt her tug at something inside him, something precious. He realized then what she was and what she wanted. Her hunger was an ancient one and it craved something more than flesh. Bate knew he mustn't give it her. Must hold onto it at all costs.
It was a battle he couldn't win. He was inside her. She had as much time as she needed. She filled his lungs with clouds of perfumed poison that drove his mind mad with lust. She soaked him in powerful aphrodisiac secretions and massaged them into him with her fleshy walls until he burned hot all over with need. She took his cock and sucked the resistance out of him one nerve-jangling orgasm after another.
Bate relaxed within her. If felt so comfortable—warm... soft... safe. And all she wanted from him was one little thing.
And—after a while, a long sweet while—he gave it to her.
Or weren't human.
Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.
"We don't know for certain. They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect. We can't go in guns blazing."
'Guns Blazing.' Goddamned civvies. Bate thought each explo unit was supposed to be led by a military officer.
"Mendez. Bain. Stay back and provide cover as we go in," Cox ordered.
In was an immaculately tended garden in the middle of nowhere. The squad had come upon it in a sheltered valley—a splash of green standing out against the scraggly, blood-red grass covering the hillsides on either side of them. It was clearly an artificial garden with a lush green lawn and neat rows of flowerbeds. There was an open structure constructed from wooden beams—a pergola the size of a church. Climbing plants ran up the support beams and across the top. It looked pretty, but where were the other buildings?
"No hostile moves," Cox said to the rest of the squad as they approached the central structure. "We want to show them we mean no harm."
Standing under the pergola were the women in the odd dresses. The dresses were big and bright and resembled the extravagant crinoline dresses and ball gowns from the middle of the 1800s. They were so absurdly large it looked like each woman was poking out of the top of a giant lampshade. Bate wouldn't expect any modern woman to wear anything like that unless they were actresses playing aristocratic ladies in a historical drama. That's what they looked like—a group of fine old Southern Belles taking afternoon tea on a lovely summer day. As if a god had chopped a square out of the old Deep South and randomly left it here.
Those dresses, though, they weren't right. The closer Bate got the more it nagged at him. They were too tall—as if the top halves and bottom halves of the women wearing them didn't match up.
The women spotted the squad and buzzed amongst themselves in excitement. One of them, a woman with a sunflower-yellow dress and platinum-blonde hair tied up in an elaborate beehive, approached the men.
"What a delightful surprise," she said. "A group of young men, and such handsome ones as well. Welcome. I am Galulpia."
Galulpia looked surprisingly attractive in spite of her archaic attire and hairdo. As did the other women. They stood behind her and whispered and tittered to each other behind brightly painted fans. If he had to guess, Bate would have placed them all in their early to mid-twenties with Galulpia the eldest.
"A pleasure ma'am. I am Dr. Theodore Cox and my men and I are here as representatives of the great country of The United States of America. May I ask the name of this place?"
"This is the garden," Galulpia replied. "My ladies and I came out here to enjoy this lovely afternoon. Would you and your handsome young men like to join us?"
Galulpia was smiling like one of those wholesome Southern Belles in an old TV drama. The smile was too sunny to be natural. Bate couldn't shake the feeling something was off. Something about the women that creeped him out. They all looked about a foot taller than they should be.
And there was the garden. It was also too nice... too neat. It looked like a perfect film set, constructed only to last for as long as it took to make the shot. Bate noticed the plants climbing up the corner supports of the pergola. Some of the flowers looked like dicks. Some of the flowers looked like pussies. Some of the dick flowers were in the pussy flowers. Everything felt off.
They shouldn't be here.
And that motherfucker Cox. Now he'd got the formal introductions out of the way he was actually flirting with her.
"...that does sound a mighty tempting offer," he said. "We have been on our feet all day."
Galulpia glanced over Cox's shoulder to where Mendez and Bain had taken up covering fire positions.
"Are those your men?" she asked. "They look so lonely all the way out there. Why don't you ask them to come and join us."
When you saw her standing next to Cox, the height thing really jumped out, Bate thought. Cox had to be over six foot tall and Galulpia had an inch or two on him. It didn't match her otherwise petite and dainty features at all. Nothing matched.
"Sure thing," Cox said. He turned around. "Mendez. Bain. You can come in. Everything's fine."
What! Wait! No, Bate thought. He went to raise his voice in objection... and nothing came out. He just stood there. What the fuck? He wanted to say something. Why wouldn't it come out?
He glanced down and saw his boots had vanished beneath a thick ground fog. Where had that come from? It looked like early morning mist, but it wasn't morning. Then he looked up and saw the source. It was the women. The mist billowed out from beneath their dresses in little puffs of fluffy white smoke.
You fucking ass, Cox, Bate thought. How many times had they been told about the HSIOs? How many times had they been warned? Their stupid fucking idiot civvie CO had led them right into a trap.
Mendez and Bain would be no help either. They'd already rejoined the squad. Mendez's nostril wrinkled, then a certain slackness entered his features.
"It's so warm," Galulpia said. "I'm sure you'd be far more comfortable out of those heavy uniforms."
"You know, that's a really good idea," Cox said. He dropped his kit and started to take his clothes off.
"How about the rest of you boys?" Galulpia said. "Wouldn't you like to be naked as well?"
Yes, that was a really good idea, Bate thought. He put down his kit and rifle and started to climb out of his uniform.
What was he doing?
It didn't matter. He couldn't stop it. It was like he was a passenger in his own body. All he could do was watch as his hands unbuckled his pants and let them drop into the thick mist swirling around his feet.
He stood naked along with the other men. A warm breeze whipped up wisps of white mist. The women in the too-big dresses watched them with naked lust in their eyes.
"Mmm, such lovely young men," Galulpia said. "I'm positively salivating."
She reached down. Her dress opened at the front and she swished it aside like opening a pair of curtains. Bate knew now why her proportions seemed off. Revealed behind was her true monstrous form. Her legs were long and spindly, and she had four of them. They were reminiscent of the legs of an insect despite being covered in pink flesh and terminating in dainty pink human feet. To Bate the juxtaposition of the familiar with the alien looked far worse than had they actually been the legs of a giant insect.
Worst of all was what was hanging down between them. Bate saw a bloated pink sac like the bulbous abdomen of a grub or insect. As with the legs it was covered in soft pink human skin. Puffs of white mist emerged from tubular openings clustered at the end.
Galulpia reached over to caress the side of Cox's face. "Shall we—as they say—get down and dirty?" she said.
Cox was smiling, but his eyes trembled and water collected around his lower eyelids. Good, Bate thought, he wanted the fucker to be fully aware of how he'd doomed them.
Galulpia sat down with her bloated abdomen laid out before her. She had a fleshy slit at the end. It looked uncomfortably similar to a human vulva. Bate watched as the labia peeled aside and revealed a lurid interior slick with lubricating juices. It stretched open wider and wider, a widening pink tunnel. Four large tentacles, fleshy and muscular like tongues, slithered out and wrapped around Cox's upper body. They lingered lasciviously over his exposed flesh before pulling him headfirst into the gaping orifice. Waves of contraction shuddered through the bulbous pink abdomen as she gulped Cox into her. The science officer's feet wiggled out of the end before they too were drawn inside. Galulpia let out an orgasmic sigh as her labia folded back behind them.
"Ooh, a wriggler," she said. "They make me so wet."
Her bloated pink abdomen churned and convulsed. Galulpia moaned in orgasmic pleasure. It didn't take long for the violent motion to settle down to slow regular throbs, like the beats of heart. Galulpia sighed and cooed as her bulbous abdomen swelled and contracted. Every so often it would give a little shake and white juices would ooze out of the tip.
It was perverse. Sexual in a way that should not be sexual.
All around him Bate watched helplessly as the other members of his squad were engulfed. He couldn't move, could only wait his inevitable fate.
It came with a sweet voice. "Aww, are you feeling left out? Turn around."
Bate did as he was told. He saw a pretty young woman with platinum-blonde hair lying on her back with her upper body propped up on her elbows. Her lower body...
The vagina-like opening at the end of her abdomen opened up and livid red tongues shot out to coil around Bate's upper body. Her vagina gaped wider, revealing a long pink tunnel that contracted and dilated with muscular throbs. The tentacles tugged and Bate was pitched face-first into an orifice that opened wider to admit him. His head went inside and he breathed in humid air thick with the stench of sex. His shoulders followed and the fleshy walls of her sex pressed around him. Muscular peristaltic motion took over and Bate was inexorably drawn into her.
Only then did the queer hypnosis that had prevented Bate from resisting wear off. With his body back under his control he started to struggle. It was like being inside a giant elastic bag. The walls were too slick for his scrabbling fingers to gain any kind of purchase. The walls pressed in around his body with muscular contraction and hauled him in deeper. Soft spongy flesh contracted around his ankles and then wrapped around his feet as her vaginal opening closed behind him.
Bate kept pushing against the fleshy walls as he tried, desperately, to find any kind of weak spot. He was running out of air. He was going to suffocate... suffocate and be digested.
Another wave of peristaltic force gripped his body. His head was pushed up through some kind of muscular sphincter and into a space mercifully filled with breathable air.
Breathable, but not fresh. The breaths Bate took were tainted with sweet perfume and the organic stink of sex. The sphincter closed around his neck—tight like a collar, but not tight enough to stop him from breathing. His head was also not alone within the air bladder. Things slender and moist wormed into his ears.
Bate heard the voice of the hindig that had swallowed him. It came through as clear as if he was wearing headphones.
"Are you okay there? I couldn't let you suffocate inside me. That would be such a waste."
Bate heard air sacs working like bellows on either side of his head, keeping the tainted air circulating. And it was tainted... corrupted. Bate could feel the same taint spreading through him with every breath he took, awakening immoral thoughts and causing his loins to throb with unnatural need. He had no choice. It was that or suffocate to death inside her.
"What do you want?" he called out within his little bubble of air.
Glands within the main cavity's walls squirted hot fluids all over Bate's naked body. Bate panicked at the thought of her digestive acids eating into his flesh and started to kick out again. It did nothing more than provoke a series of ecstatic sighs and moans from her, as if his desperate struggling was getting her off sexually.
"Ooh yes," she moaned.
"You're not melting me to mush," Bate raged.
He drove elbows into the soft fleshy wall. He tried to gouge it with his fingers. All it did was trigger more orgasmic moans and induce her glands to squirt more juices over him until Bate was covered all over in warm oily secretions. They made him feel hot... and prickly in a weird way, like he hadn't had sex or masturbated in days and was getting antsy.
"Silly boy," the hindig giggled. "I'm not going to melt your body to mush. That's not how we consume."
The central cavity contracted and the space for Bate to struggle in shrank and shrank until his legs were squeezed together and his arms were pinned to his sides. It felt like someone had wrapped a wet air mattress around him and held it in place with rolls and rolls of thick tape. Bate couldn't move, but she could.
The meat walls quivered with low throbs and crawled all over his exposed flesh. To his aphrodisiac-drenched senses it felt like hands, naked butts, or even voluptuous breasts rubbing all over his body. Like he was playing sardines and jammed in a closet with a team of naked Vegas strippers. His cock, already bloated with blood, swelled out in a full erection and pressed up against the cushion-soft walls of flesh. He couldn't control it.
How could he be turned on, here of all places?
The hindig laughed. Her walls contracted and squeezed him. Bulges of soft flesh rubbed against his rock-hard erection.
"We let desire consume you." Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear.
A wet hole opened in the fleshy wall and Bate's erection was drawn into a tight muscular tunnel. Waves of peristaltic contraction rippled up his shaft. It felt like she was gently tugging him off. The hot itchy feeling in his balls intensified until it was hard to think about anything else.
"And we feed off what you're only too eager to give us... in the end."
The cushioned walls moved against him with slow sensual throbs. His cock slipped back and forth inside a warm muscular sheath that stoked his pleasure with rhythmic squeezes.
What was she doing to him?
The throbbing pulses grew stronger. The grip on his cock grew tighter.
No, she couldn't.
The hot itchiness in his balls bubbled up until he could no longer hold it in. He let out a surprised groan as her cushioned walls of flesh stroked him all the way to ejaculation. The hindig climaxed with him. She moaned ecstatically in his ear and her body shivered all around him. Her glands squirted and bathed Bate in frothy warm juices.
As he came Bate felt her tug at something inside him, something precious. He realized then what she was and what she wanted. Her hunger was an ancient one and it craved something more than flesh. Bate knew he mustn't give it her. Must hold onto it at all costs.
It was a battle he couldn't win. He was inside her. She had as much time as she needed. She filled his lungs with clouds of perfumed poison that drove his mind mad with lust. She soaked him in powerful aphrodisiac secretions and massaged them into him with her fleshy walls until he burned hot all over with need. She took his cock and sucked the resistance out of him one nerve-jangling orgasm after another.
Bate relaxed within her. If felt so comfortable—warm... soft... safe. And all she wanted from him was one little thing.
And—after a while, a long sweet while—he gave it to her.
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Leech-Tongue Succubus
Name: Leech-Tongue Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown.
Description:
Pale or slightly bluish-skinned humanoid with the typical succubus/devil girl additions of horns, wings and tail. Only one specimen has been encountered so far. Her horns, wings and tail were very dark blue in colour, almost verging on black. As with other succubi, she was slightly taller than the average human woman and possessed a figure straight out of typical male fantasy—slender, toned and extremely busty.
Their identifying feature is a long black tongue terminating in a leech-like sucker mouth.
(Again I'm uncomfortable classifying the different variations of succubus as separate species. They could be, but they could also all be part of the same species, and the different feeding strategies and attack strategies we've observed could be the result of other factors such as exotic body augmentation and different training regimes.)
Attack Strategy:
Only the primary feeding mechanism is known for this succubus. They feed using their long leech-like tongue. They use it to suck in a man's penis and then stimulate him to repeated ejaculations (usually with the help of mammary intercourse) until the man is fully depleted of fluids.
This happens rapidly, as fast as if the succubus was draining their blood. How do they induce the man to produce so much semen, so quickly? An agent in the saliva can't be enough. There must be some other factor.
Countermeasures:
As of yet we don't know anything about the offensive capabilities of this type of succubus. It's possible they are part of a civilian class and rely on other HSIOs such as the scarlet imps to bring them human captives. This is not an assumption I feel safe making. All succubi-class HSIOs encountered so far have shown formidable mind control skills and regenerative abilities. As always the best strategy is to disengage. If this is not possible, hit fast and hit hard before the mesmeric abilities of the succubus compromise your ability to fight them.
Threat Level:
Unknown.
(Who am I kidding—High!)
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown.
Description:
Pale or slightly bluish-skinned humanoid with the typical succubus/devil girl additions of horns, wings and tail. Only one specimen has been encountered so far. Her horns, wings and tail were very dark blue in colour, almost verging on black. As with other succubi, she was slightly taller than the average human woman and possessed a figure straight out of typical male fantasy—slender, toned and extremely busty.
Their identifying feature is a long black tongue terminating in a leech-like sucker mouth.
(Again I'm uncomfortable classifying the different variations of succubus as separate species. They could be, but they could also all be part of the same species, and the different feeding strategies and attack strategies we've observed could be the result of other factors such as exotic body augmentation and different training regimes.)
Attack Strategy:
Only the primary feeding mechanism is known for this succubus. They feed using their long leech-like tongue. They use it to suck in a man's penis and then stimulate him to repeated ejaculations (usually with the help of mammary intercourse) until the man is fully depleted of fluids.
This happens rapidly, as fast as if the succubus was draining their blood. How do they induce the man to produce so much semen, so quickly? An agent in the saliva can't be enough. There must be some other factor.
Countermeasures:
As of yet we don't know anything about the offensive capabilities of this type of succubus. It's possible they are part of a civilian class and rely on other HSIOs such as the scarlet imps to bring them human captives. This is not an assumption I feel safe making. All succubi-class HSIOs encountered so far have shown formidable mind control skills and regenerative abilities. As always the best strategy is to disengage. If this is not possible, hit fast and hit hard before the mesmeric abilities of the succubus compromise your ability to fight them.
Threat Level:
Unknown.
(Who am I kidding—High!)
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Leech-Tongue Succubus (part 2)
continued from part 1
The wet, slurpy sounds grew louder and sloppier. Kowalski's moans rose above them before tailing off in an exhausted rattle. Then...
Silence.
Bate heard the clicking sounds of the succ's high heels against the stone floor. She rounded the pillar and turned to face him. Was it his imagination or had the pale round globes of her boobs grown even bigger since he'd last seen her? It didn't matter that she wasn't human. Those twin bulges triggered a powerful surge of arousal in his groin. She crouched down and smiled sluttily up at Bate. Her hands were covered in shiny black gloves. She stroked one hand up his cock and it swelled out rigid like an iron bar. Her other hand pulled down her top and let her big tits flop out.
Bate spat on her face. With his arms and legs currently trapped within the meat wall it was all the defiance he could muster.
The she-demon smiled up at him. She licked the spittle off her face with a tongue as black as the lingerie she was wearing. It wasn't just the color of her tongue that was off. Bate thought he saw the end open up, like the blind maw of a leech or maw. Only briefly, easy enough to miss, but Bate had seen it.
Not that it mattered to his raging hard-on.
The succ slid Bate's cock between her big slutty tits. Being wedged between her big soft boobs felt even better than the soft caress of her hand. Her skin was warm and silky smooth, and her boobs felt like big soft pillows. The succ pressed them together and they smothered his cock completely. She looked up at him with her smoldering slutty eyes and started to tittyfuck him. She pressed her hands into the sides of her swollen breasts and lifted them up and down, rubbing that sensually smooth skin against Bate's bulging cock. Her lips pouted in a wanton pout as she switched to alternating her up and down movements, jostling Bate's member between her flesh cushions. The movement and the feel of her tits turned Bate on even more. He felt like he was heating up all over.
Squeeze. Rub. Plump plump. Jiggle.
Bate's temperature kept rising. His balls felt tight and itchy.
They made you want to come. They made it so good it felt like you had no other purpose in life but to come.
The scarlet imps watched like creepy children out of a horror or science fiction film. Bate barely noticed they were there. The succ pressed her tits together around his cock and a cracked moan escaped his lips.
The succ's mouth opened and her tongue fell out, and kept falling. It was long, far too long. It was black and shiny like a leech, and with a gaping maw at the end like the mouth of a leech as well. A mouth within mouth. The inner one dilated like it was tasting the air.
Her tongue kept reeling out of her mouth like a snake slithering from a cave. It was long enough to reach all the way down to her breasts. There, it wormed down into her cleavage. Bate felt it sucking on the end of his cock. It stretched and engulfed first his glans and then the rest of his penis. He felt the muscular walls grip him as her tongue covered him like a warm living sheath.
"Now she's going to suck you all up," one of the imps said, her eyes shining in expectation.
The succ pressed her tits together and started jiggling them again. Her tongue flexed and squeezed so that it felt like continuous rings of pressure were rolling up his shaft.
Sucking on him.
The heat in Bate—the tension in his balls—grew unbearable. He let out a loud moan as his hips bucked and he spurted cum up the narrow tube of her long flexible tongue. He heard wet noises as she sucked it up. The wet noises intensified and with it the suction.
Oh God.
Bate tipped his head back as another ejaculation erupted from him in a white burst of pleasure. The succubus kept plumping her tits against his cock. Her tongue kept tugging on him with muscular squeezes. Kept sucking.
A third ejaculation burst from Bate. A fourth. His head thrashed from side to side as he was lost in thrall to the pleasure she was giving him. A fifth. A sixth. He fancied they were travelling up her tongue in little bulges, dragged out of him like a string of precious pearls.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
So many Bate could no longer keep count. They all rolled into one continuous flow of pleasure up her gulping tongue. His cries and sighs rose to a peak and then terminated in a final weak rattle as the succubus sucked up the last of him.
She retracted her tongue, stood up and moved onto the next one.
"Wait. Go back to the start."
"Where?"
"The moment the squad was able to fire their guns."
"Oh right, the moment the dimensional phenomenon passed."
"What else happened then?"
"Squad-Sergeant Henry Dunlop ran a succubus through with a piece of steel rebar. Then Specialist Benjamin Hicks and the other members of the squad opened fire and—"
"Stop."
"What is it?"
"A thought. No, it's probably nothing. Unless... But how? Hmm, I need to think about this. You can go now."
The wet, slurpy sounds grew louder and sloppier. Kowalski's moans rose above them before tailing off in an exhausted rattle. Then...
Silence.
Bate heard the clicking sounds of the succ's high heels against the stone floor. She rounded the pillar and turned to face him. Was it his imagination or had the pale round globes of her boobs grown even bigger since he'd last seen her? It didn't matter that she wasn't human. Those twin bulges triggered a powerful surge of arousal in his groin. She crouched down and smiled sluttily up at Bate. Her hands were covered in shiny black gloves. She stroked one hand up his cock and it swelled out rigid like an iron bar. Her other hand pulled down her top and let her big tits flop out.
Bate spat on her face. With his arms and legs currently trapped within the meat wall it was all the defiance he could muster.
The she-demon smiled up at him. She licked the spittle off her face with a tongue as black as the lingerie she was wearing. It wasn't just the color of her tongue that was off. Bate thought he saw the end open up, like the blind maw of a leech or maw. Only briefly, easy enough to miss, but Bate had seen it.
Not that it mattered to his raging hard-on.
The succ slid Bate's cock between her big slutty tits. Being wedged between her big soft boobs felt even better than the soft caress of her hand. Her skin was warm and silky smooth, and her boobs felt like big soft pillows. The succ pressed them together and they smothered his cock completely. She looked up at him with her smoldering slutty eyes and started to tittyfuck him. She pressed her hands into the sides of her swollen breasts and lifted them up and down, rubbing that sensually smooth skin against Bate's bulging cock. Her lips pouted in a wanton pout as she switched to alternating her up and down movements, jostling Bate's member between her flesh cushions. The movement and the feel of her tits turned Bate on even more. He felt like he was heating up all over.
Squeeze. Rub. Plump plump. Jiggle.
Bate's temperature kept rising. His balls felt tight and itchy.
They made you want to come. They made it so good it felt like you had no other purpose in life but to come.
The scarlet imps watched like creepy children out of a horror or science fiction film. Bate barely noticed they were there. The succ pressed her tits together around his cock and a cracked moan escaped his lips.
The succ's mouth opened and her tongue fell out, and kept falling. It was long, far too long. It was black and shiny like a leech, and with a gaping maw at the end like the mouth of a leech as well. A mouth within mouth. The inner one dilated like it was tasting the air.
Her tongue kept reeling out of her mouth like a snake slithering from a cave. It was long enough to reach all the way down to her breasts. There, it wormed down into her cleavage. Bate felt it sucking on the end of his cock. It stretched and engulfed first his glans and then the rest of his penis. He felt the muscular walls grip him as her tongue covered him like a warm living sheath.
"Now she's going to suck you all up," one of the imps said, her eyes shining in expectation.
The succ pressed her tits together and started jiggling them again. Her tongue flexed and squeezed so that it felt like continuous rings of pressure were rolling up his shaft.
Sucking on him.
The heat in Bate—the tension in his balls—grew unbearable. He let out a loud moan as his hips bucked and he spurted cum up the narrow tube of her long flexible tongue. He heard wet noises as she sucked it up. The wet noises intensified and with it the suction.
Oh God.
Bate tipped his head back as another ejaculation erupted from him in a white burst of pleasure. The succubus kept plumping her tits against his cock. Her tongue kept tugging on him with muscular squeezes. Kept sucking.
A third ejaculation burst from Bate. A fourth. His head thrashed from side to side as he was lost in thrall to the pleasure she was giving him. A fifth. A sixth. He fancied they were travelling up her tongue in little bulges, dragged out of him like a string of precious pearls.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
So many Bate could no longer keep count. They all rolled into one continuous flow of pleasure up her gulping tongue. His cries and sighs rose to a peak and then terminated in a final weak rattle as the succubus sucked up the last of him.
She retracted her tongue, stood up and moved onto the next one.
"Wait. Go back to the start."
"Where?"
"The moment the squad was able to fire their guns."
"Oh right, the moment the dimensional phenomenon passed."
"What else happened then?"
"Squad-Sergeant Henry Dunlop ran a succubus through with a piece of steel rebar. Then Specialist Benjamin Hicks and the other members of the squad opened fire and—"
"Stop."
"What is it?"
"A thought. No, it's probably nothing. Unless... But how? Hmm, I need to think about this. You can go now."
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