Part 1
Part 2
Something crashed into his side and shoved him into the alley.
Devin recovered from the shock to find himself looking at the pinched face of the blonde’s boyfriend. Rage burned in close-set piggy eyes.
“What are you doing staring at my bird!” he said. He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger to Devin’s chest.
Uh oh. Now this was a scenario Devin was all-too-familiar with. It was one he thought he’d left behind on his home streets of Wolverhampton, certainly not something he expected to encounter on the supposedly more genteel environs of a university halls of residence.
“Don’t deny it,” Piggy-eyes said, getting in more solid jabs with his forefinger. “I saw you. Drooling all over her like she was a prime steak.”
This was messed up. Okay, fine, so he might have drooled over her a little. Girls as stunningly attractive as that turned heads.
This wasn’t about that, though. Devin knew how these things went. Piggy-eyes was looking for an excuse to fight. If Devin denied he’d been looking, Piggy-eyes would take it as a slight on his girlfriend’s appearance instead. Whatever gave him justification.
“Sorry man,” Devin said. “I didn’t realise I was being that obvious. She’s a good-looking woman. You’re very lucky. You’re both lucky to have each other.”
The blonde girl came over. “I’m not his,” she said, giving Devin a look indicating that she could be his.
Great. The last thing he needed was for the girlfriend to stir the pot.
“Whaaa, babe!” The boyfriend turned to his girlfriend. “You like this long-haired piece of shit!”
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s a female thing,” the blonde said. “Watching men fight over us is such a turn on.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Devin said. “I’m not interested in getting into a fight here.”
The blonde’s face twisted up in a sour expression.
“You should have thought about that before you decided to creep on my girl all night.” Piggy-eyes jabbed Devin in the chest for emphasis.
The blonde turned on him as well. “He is a creep,” she said. “He’s been making me feel uncomfortable all night with his creepy stare.”
“See, you made this beautiful girl feel uncomfortable. Creep!”
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise I was doing it. I didn’t mean to spoil your night, but look, we’re at university now. We should be above this small town shit.”
Devin had a horrible feeling ‘small town shit’ was unavoidable. He suspected Piggy-eyes had set this up in advance with his girlfriend to give him a flimsy excuse to punch some long-haired freak’s face in. Devin didn’t know why. He didn’t need to know why. Some people were assholes. That was reason enough.
“I think he needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you, babe.”
The blonde’s face lit up with an animalistic lust for violence.
“Yes babe, teach him,” she said.
Piggy-eyes jabbed Devin in the chest again. Hard.
Right. Fuck this, Devin thought.
Devin had been practising Jiu-Jitsu since he was eleven years old. When he was younger it was because he wanted to be badass like the classic legends of martial arts movies. He wanted it to be so nobody would mess with him. As he grew older and wiser he realised being accomplished in a martial art wasn’t a guarantee of being able to defend himself. And even when it was, if you hit someone hard enough to put them in hospital, you were the one likely to get into shit with the law. They didn’t really care ‘who started it’. No, the best self-defence was to defuse the situation before it came to blows.
Of course, there were those situations where conflict was inevitable. If it was inevitable, then the best thing a person could do was to get the first hit in and hopefully stop the fight before too much damage was done.
Devin knocked Piggy-eyes arm aside and punched him in the face.
...and then it went horribly wrong.
Piggy-eyes was not physically daunting. He was short and scrawny. Devin expected Piggy-eyes to have some wiry strength. Aggressive streaks of nothing invariably did.
This was more than that.
Hitting Piggy-eyes was like hitting a heavily-muscled pro wrestler. He sold Devin’s punch like a pro wrestler in a squash match as well. Then he pushed Devin up the wall like The Undertaker. Except Mark Calaway, the wrestler that became The Undertaker in the ring, was human and Devin was starting to realise the thing in front of him was not.
Piggy-eyes mouth widened and sprouted pointed tusks. His eyes turned shark-black. This transformation didn’t faze his girlfriend. Why would it, she wasn’t human either. Her burning red eyes gave that away.
The monster pushed Devin further up the wall. The pressure on his chest was immense. The worst of it was the monster before him didn’t appear to be expending any effort. As if it was more than capable of pushing and pushing until Devin’s ribs splintered and his chest caved in. Devin was fucked and his shocked mind was still trying to comprehend how this could have come about.
“That was an unprovoked violent act, wouldn’t you say, babe,” Piggy-eyes the monster said.
“Oh yes, definitely,” the blonde girl with red eyes said. “A wrathful act for sure.”
Piggy-eyes the monster turned back to Devin and smiled. “That makes you mine, bitch.”
Devin said nothing. With the pressure on his chest he could barely breathe.
“Put the long-haired fellow down, now there’s a good chap.”
Devin turned his head and saw the silhouette of a slender young man standing at the end of the alleyway.
Carny to the... rescue? To be continued...
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Monday, November 30, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 2
Part 1
Devin passed him back his iPod. “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music. I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.” Devin offered his hand. “I’m Devin.”
“Carny.” The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.
Weird name, Devin thought. Not that he could talk. His grandparents were Dutch. Growing up in Wolverhampton with the surname Lucassen had attracted a fair bit of ribbing.
“I’m not at the university, though,” Carny added. “I’m just here to check up on some folks.”
Ah, Devin thought. Adele and Mumford and Sons it was then... for a whole damn year.
Carny saw his downcast expression. “There’s a heavy metal music society, RockSoc, which meets up every Wednesday night in the main university bar. A friendly bunch if I remember right. You should have no problem fitting in.”
That wasn’t so bad. Devin would give it a look. It had to be better than here, where he felt like a fish out of water.
“Good talking to you and thanks for the music recommendation,” Carny said.
He drifted off, presumably to find his friends. Devin retreated back to his corner with a pint of Guinness.
Devin spotted the blonde girl again. She was seriously hot. Devin normally wasn’t into the preppy look—raven-haired goth chicks in spikes and leather were more his type—but he could see the benefits of a figure-hugging sweater when she had a figure like that. Totally out of his league.
Or maybe not.
He could swear she’d just given him a coy glance over her shoulder.
Nah. That was the booze coupled with a bit of wishful thinking. Hot blonde girls didn’t look in his direction unless it was to point and laugh.
Fair’s fair. He and his mates back home used to do the same to all the normies when they got drunk and stupid.
The bar started to wind down around eleven. Devin doubted he’d be spending many nights here. It wasn’t his scene at all. Maybe he’d check out the city centre tomorrow night... see what that was about.
His gaze followed the hot blonde girl as she walked out. She gave him another coy glance over her shoulder at the exit, like she wanted him to follow her. That one was harder to put down to shonky eyesight and booze. Maybe she had a thing for bad boys.
Not that Devin was much of a bad boy. Strip off the leathers and clip his long hair and there was a dull straight-A student underneath.
He watched her leave.
She had a boyfriend. Devin didn’t subscribe to the stone-age view of a man ‘owning’ his girlfriend, but he considered it bad form to get involved before the girl had terminated the previous relationship.
And it was probably all wistful imaginings anyway. If looks were rock bands, hers played arenas while his thrashed away in grotty little pubs.
He drained the last of his Guinness and headed outside for a smoke. The September air was chilly and damp. The other students were heading back to their rooms. Devin went to the corner of the building and lit up.
He noticed the blonde girl was standing at the other end of the narrow alley that separated the hall bar and the main admin building. Fuck, she was ridiculously hot, Devin thought. The moonlight picked her out and lent her an ethereal glow of beauty. She reminded Devin of the vampiric temptresses in old Hammer horror films.
Nothing good ever happened to the poor sods lured in by the temptresses of those old films, Devin thought wryly. He took a puff on his cigarette, letting the warm smoke ward off the clammy night air.
Something crashed into his side and shoved him into the alley.
Devin recovered from the shock to find himself looking at the pinched face of the blonde’s boyfriend. Rage burned in close-set piggy eyes.
“What are you doing staring at my bird!” he said. He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger to Devin’s chest.
Fight! Fight! Fight! To be continued...
Devin passed him back his iPod. “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music. I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.” Devin offered his hand. “I’m Devin.”
“Carny.” The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.
Weird name, Devin thought. Not that he could talk. His grandparents were Dutch. Growing up in Wolverhampton with the surname Lucassen had attracted a fair bit of ribbing.
“I’m not at the university, though,” Carny added. “I’m just here to check up on some folks.”
Ah, Devin thought. Adele and Mumford and Sons it was then... for a whole damn year.
Carny saw his downcast expression. “There’s a heavy metal music society, RockSoc, which meets up every Wednesday night in the main university bar. A friendly bunch if I remember right. You should have no problem fitting in.”
That wasn’t so bad. Devin would give it a look. It had to be better than here, where he felt like a fish out of water.
“Good talking to you and thanks for the music recommendation,” Carny said.
He drifted off, presumably to find his friends. Devin retreated back to his corner with a pint of Guinness.
Devin spotted the blonde girl again. She was seriously hot. Devin normally wasn’t into the preppy look—raven-haired goth chicks in spikes and leather were more his type—but he could see the benefits of a figure-hugging sweater when she had a figure like that. Totally out of his league.
Or maybe not.
He could swear she’d just given him a coy glance over her shoulder.
Nah. That was the booze coupled with a bit of wishful thinking. Hot blonde girls didn’t look in his direction unless it was to point and laugh.
Fair’s fair. He and his mates back home used to do the same to all the normies when they got drunk and stupid.
The bar started to wind down around eleven. Devin doubted he’d be spending many nights here. It wasn’t his scene at all. Maybe he’d check out the city centre tomorrow night... see what that was about.
His gaze followed the hot blonde girl as she walked out. She gave him another coy glance over her shoulder at the exit, like she wanted him to follow her. That one was harder to put down to shonky eyesight and booze. Maybe she had a thing for bad boys.
Not that Devin was much of a bad boy. Strip off the leathers and clip his long hair and there was a dull straight-A student underneath.
He watched her leave.
She had a boyfriend. Devin didn’t subscribe to the stone-age view of a man ‘owning’ his girlfriend, but he considered it bad form to get involved before the girl had terminated the previous relationship.
And it was probably all wistful imaginings anyway. If looks were rock bands, hers played arenas while his thrashed away in grotty little pubs.
He drained the last of his Guinness and headed outside for a smoke. The September air was chilly and damp. The other students were heading back to their rooms. Devin went to the corner of the building and lit up.
He noticed the blonde girl was standing at the other end of the narrow alley that separated the hall bar and the main admin building. Fuck, she was ridiculously hot, Devin thought. The moonlight picked her out and lent her an ethereal glow of beauty. She reminded Devin of the vampiric temptresses in old Hammer horror films.
Nothing good ever happened to the poor sods lured in by the temptresses of those old films, Devin thought wryly. He took a puff on his cigarette, letting the warm smoke ward off the clammy night air.
Something crashed into his side and shoved him into the alley.
Devin recovered from the shock to find himself looking at the pinched face of the blonde’s boyfriend. Rage burned in close-set piggy eyes.
“What are you doing staring at my bird!” he said. He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger to Devin’s chest.
Fight! Fight! Fight! To be continued...
Monday, November 16, 2015
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 1
Time to kick off a new mini-serial (if only to prove I'm still writing!). Back in October when I was writing new stories for Literotica's Halloween competition I mentioned I had a 3rd story in progress I thought I might work better as a mini-serial. Well here's the first part:
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 1
Some had all the luck, Devin Lucassen thought as he spied the couple in the university bar.
It was the girl that caught his attention. Or rather, if he was totally honest with himself, it was her boobs that caught his attention. They were very large and emphasised by a plain white sweater that was about a size too small. The fabric was stretched taut by her firm curves. Her silky platinum-blonde hair was cut to her shoulder and had plenty of body. She wasn’t a blonde bimbo. Devin could tell that from her eyes. They were dark and smouldered with intelligence. It shouldn’t be a surprise really. She wouldn’t be here, at university, if she was an airhead thicko.
His gaze kept involuntarily dropping to her chest. It was hard. Her bust was extremely eye-catching and he was a male near the end of his teens with all the hormones that went with it. He still felt guilty about it. He hoped she hadn’t noticed. It wouldn’t make a good first impression.
Not that it mattered. She wasn’t alone. Girls like her never were. What surprised Devin was how ordinary her boyfriend looked.
And he was her boyfriend. Devin had seen them kissing openly in the bar on more than one occasion during the evening.
The boyfriend was very unexceptional. He was about an inch shorter than her and slight of frame. Spectacles covered a pair of close-set eyes. He had the pale look of someone who spent too much time indoors playing videogames.
Not that Devin could talk. He was your typical metalhead with greasy long hair. His was a student demographic not exactly renowned for its pulling power with the ladies.
Fair play to the bloke, Devin thought. He must have something else going for him. Gives the rest of us hope.
Not that Devin had much hope at the moment. He supped a pint of Guinness alone amongst a throng of chattering students. They all seemed to know each other. Devin didn’t know how this was. This was Fresher’s Week. Supposedly they were all first year students away from home for the first time. So why did Devin feel like he’d shown up a week late?
He knew why. He sucked at social interaction. Always had. He was clueless when it came to starting a conversation. He needed an excuse—something to talk about. That’s why he’d shown up in his leather jacket and Slipknot T-shirt. Sure, it might drive some away like a fetid cloud of BO, but if they were that bothered about his music tastes, Devin wasn’t interested in getting to know them better.
It seemed fine in theory. Now Devin was starting to think all his clever ‘strategy’ had achieved was to set him up as the Johnny No-mates of the hall. Metal couldn’t be that uncool. Surely there had to be some other metalheads around. Or even a hot goth chick. Hell, at this point Devin would settle for someone into Black Veil Brides or Bring Me The Horizon.
Nope, the bar was wall-to-wall trendies and hipsters. Devin hoped it got better once he started going to lectures and meeting people on his course, otherwise his university experience was going to be very long and very lonely.
Speaking of hipsters, there was one over in the corner that appeared to be wearing a Slayer T-shirt.
He didn’t look like a typical Slayer fan. Or that hipsterish, to be fair. The student was skinny and had blond hair stuck in anime-style spikes. The white earphones of an iPod were in his ears and he stood with the detachment of someone that didn’t give a shit about anything. Or was projecting an attitude of not giving a shit about anything as a defensive shield. Not that Devin could talk, given he was currently dressed in a biker jacket and a T-shirt with a burning clown skull on the front. The blond dude wasn’t drinking, or rather, wasn’t drinking drinking. He had a bottle of water in his hand and was supping from it with a straw.
“Top band that,” Devin said as he walked past the blond kid on the way to the bar for another pint.
The blond kid took his earphones out. “Sorry?” he asked.
“Just remarking on the T-shirt,” Devin said. “Not many—” he looked around the bar. “Okay, absolutely nobody wearing metal T-shirts here tonight. I was starting to think I might be the only metal fan in the whole hall.”
And might still be. Devin had heard some hipsters liked to wear metal T-shirts despite not listening to the music. It was an ironic statement or some shit like that. Devin had some sympathy for hipsters. As a metalhead he knew what it was like to have the mainstream media shit all over his sub-culture, and the hipsters were a common target nowadays. His sympathy dried up for the ones that engaged in this kind of douchebaggery—especially when they did it as a way of identifying targets to sneer at and take the piss out of.
Not this one.
The blond kid looked down at his T-shirt. “My favourite band,” he said as if it was a guilty pleasure. “I love their music. What about you.”
“They’re legends,” Devin said. “One of the original thrash titans.”
“Which album’s your favourite,” the blond kid asked.
“I don’t have them all,” Devin said. “Reign in Blood I guess. But that’s the one everyone says. ‘Raining Blood’ is such a monster of a closer.”
The blond kid nodded in agreement. “A lovely track.” His eyes took on a far-off look, as if he was looking back over happy memories. “I’ve always had a soft spot for God Hates Us All. You heard that one?”
Devin shook his head. “I’m still getting into the classic old-school era thrash... Sepultura and the like.”
He made a mental note to check out the album the other student had mentioned.
“So many good bands and albums back then,” the blond kid said. “I don’t see so many good albums around nowadays.”
Odd, Devin thought. The other student looked way too young for the ‘good ole days’ routine, especially for albums that were recorded before either of them were born.
“Nah. There’s still plenty of ace stuff,” Devin said. “The music press doesn’t report on it because they’re up their own bums. You can still find it if you look for it. Here, listen to this.”
Devin dug his music player out of his pocket. They switched the headphones over and Devin selected a track. The blond kid listened to it and nodded approvingly.
“Dark with an undercurrent of violence,” he said. “Like a buzz saw cutting through a sternum. I like it. Who is it?”
“Whitechapel,” Devin said. “I know deathcore gets a bad rap, but they’re damn good.”
The blond kid shrugged. “It was the same for nu-metal.”
He took his earphones out.
“Thanks for that. I’ll check them out.”
The blond guy offered his own iPod. Devin saw it was one of the old models, made before Apple started combining everything into one device.
“Give this a listen,” he said. “Five Pointe O. Heard of them.”
“No,” Devin answered.
He listened to the track. It sounded like a Molotov cocktail going off in his skull. Sweet.
“They only put out the one album,” the blond guy said. “A shame.”
Devin passed him back his iPod. “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music. I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.” Devin offered his hand. “I’m Devin.”
“Carny.” The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.
to be continued (weekly on Mondays)...
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 1
Some had all the luck, Devin Lucassen thought as he spied the couple in the university bar.
It was the girl that caught his attention. Or rather, if he was totally honest with himself, it was her boobs that caught his attention. They were very large and emphasised by a plain white sweater that was about a size too small. The fabric was stretched taut by her firm curves. Her silky platinum-blonde hair was cut to her shoulder and had plenty of body. She wasn’t a blonde bimbo. Devin could tell that from her eyes. They were dark and smouldered with intelligence. It shouldn’t be a surprise really. She wouldn’t be here, at university, if she was an airhead thicko.
His gaze kept involuntarily dropping to her chest. It was hard. Her bust was extremely eye-catching and he was a male near the end of his teens with all the hormones that went with it. He still felt guilty about it. He hoped she hadn’t noticed. It wouldn’t make a good first impression.
Not that it mattered. She wasn’t alone. Girls like her never were. What surprised Devin was how ordinary her boyfriend looked.
And he was her boyfriend. Devin had seen them kissing openly in the bar on more than one occasion during the evening.
The boyfriend was very unexceptional. He was about an inch shorter than her and slight of frame. Spectacles covered a pair of close-set eyes. He had the pale look of someone who spent too much time indoors playing videogames.
Not that Devin could talk. He was your typical metalhead with greasy long hair. His was a student demographic not exactly renowned for its pulling power with the ladies.
Fair play to the bloke, Devin thought. He must have something else going for him. Gives the rest of us hope.
Not that Devin had much hope at the moment. He supped a pint of Guinness alone amongst a throng of chattering students. They all seemed to know each other. Devin didn’t know how this was. This was Fresher’s Week. Supposedly they were all first year students away from home for the first time. So why did Devin feel like he’d shown up a week late?
He knew why. He sucked at social interaction. Always had. He was clueless when it came to starting a conversation. He needed an excuse—something to talk about. That’s why he’d shown up in his leather jacket and Slipknot T-shirt. Sure, it might drive some away like a fetid cloud of BO, but if they were that bothered about his music tastes, Devin wasn’t interested in getting to know them better.
It seemed fine in theory. Now Devin was starting to think all his clever ‘strategy’ had achieved was to set him up as the Johnny No-mates of the hall. Metal couldn’t be that uncool. Surely there had to be some other metalheads around. Or even a hot goth chick. Hell, at this point Devin would settle for someone into Black Veil Brides or Bring Me The Horizon.
Nope, the bar was wall-to-wall trendies and hipsters. Devin hoped it got better once he started going to lectures and meeting people on his course, otherwise his university experience was going to be very long and very lonely.
Speaking of hipsters, there was one over in the corner that appeared to be wearing a Slayer T-shirt.
He didn’t look like a typical Slayer fan. Or that hipsterish, to be fair. The student was skinny and had blond hair stuck in anime-style spikes. The white earphones of an iPod were in his ears and he stood with the detachment of someone that didn’t give a shit about anything. Or was projecting an attitude of not giving a shit about anything as a defensive shield. Not that Devin could talk, given he was currently dressed in a biker jacket and a T-shirt with a burning clown skull on the front. The blond dude wasn’t drinking, or rather, wasn’t drinking drinking. He had a bottle of water in his hand and was supping from it with a straw.
“Top band that,” Devin said as he walked past the blond kid on the way to the bar for another pint.
The blond kid took his earphones out. “Sorry?” he asked.
“Just remarking on the T-shirt,” Devin said. “Not many—” he looked around the bar. “Okay, absolutely nobody wearing metal T-shirts here tonight. I was starting to think I might be the only metal fan in the whole hall.”
And might still be. Devin had heard some hipsters liked to wear metal T-shirts despite not listening to the music. It was an ironic statement or some shit like that. Devin had some sympathy for hipsters. As a metalhead he knew what it was like to have the mainstream media shit all over his sub-culture, and the hipsters were a common target nowadays. His sympathy dried up for the ones that engaged in this kind of douchebaggery—especially when they did it as a way of identifying targets to sneer at and take the piss out of.
Not this one.
The blond kid looked down at his T-shirt. “My favourite band,” he said as if it was a guilty pleasure. “I love their music. What about you.”
“They’re legends,” Devin said. “One of the original thrash titans.”
“Which album’s your favourite,” the blond kid asked.
“I don’t have them all,” Devin said. “Reign in Blood I guess. But that’s the one everyone says. ‘Raining Blood’ is such a monster of a closer.”
The blond kid nodded in agreement. “A lovely track.” His eyes took on a far-off look, as if he was looking back over happy memories. “I’ve always had a soft spot for God Hates Us All. You heard that one?”
Devin shook his head. “I’m still getting into the classic old-school era thrash... Sepultura and the like.”
He made a mental note to check out the album the other student had mentioned.
“So many good bands and albums back then,” the blond kid said. “I don’t see so many good albums around nowadays.”
Odd, Devin thought. The other student looked way too young for the ‘good ole days’ routine, especially for albums that were recorded before either of them were born.
“Nah. There’s still plenty of ace stuff,” Devin said. “The music press doesn’t report on it because they’re up their own bums. You can still find it if you look for it. Here, listen to this.”
Devin dug his music player out of his pocket. They switched the headphones over and Devin selected a track. The blond kid listened to it and nodded approvingly.
“Dark with an undercurrent of violence,” he said. “Like a buzz saw cutting through a sternum. I like it. Who is it?”
“Whitechapel,” Devin said. “I know deathcore gets a bad rap, but they’re damn good.”
The blond kid shrugged. “It was the same for nu-metal.”
He took his earphones out.
“Thanks for that. I’ll check them out.”
The blond guy offered his own iPod. Devin saw it was one of the old models, made before Apple started combining everything into one device.
“Give this a listen,” he said. “Five Pointe O. Heard of them.”
“No,” Devin answered.
He listened to the track. It sounded like a Molotov cocktail going off in his skull. Sweet.
“They only put out the one album,” the blond guy said. “A shame.”
Devin passed him back his iPod. “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music. I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.” Devin offered his hand. “I’m Devin.”
“Carny.” The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.
to be continued (weekly on Mondays)...
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Chad's Challenge
My 2nd story for Literotica's Halloween story contest is up. You can read it here:
Chad's Challenge
No idea where this one came from. It bubbled up from the little black cells at the back of my brain and I wrote it down. I wanted to write a simple old-style manyeyedhydra short story with monster girls and dangerous snu snu to get the machinery moving again. It took a little longer to write than I expected, probably because it's also about 1.5K words longer than I originally anticipated.
It's a little freaky, especially on the sex bit...
I hope you all enjoy it anyway.
I've got today to finish the 3rd entrant. That might be a little too tight. The subject matter is topical, so even if I don't make the deadline I'll still post it to Literotica as soon as the story is finished.
Chad's Challenge
No idea where this one came from. It bubbled up from the little black cells at the back of my brain and I wrote it down. I wanted to write a simple old-style manyeyedhydra short story with monster girls and dangerous snu snu to get the machinery moving again. It took a little longer to write than I expected, probably because it's also about 1.5K words longer than I originally anticipated.
It's a little freaky, especially on the sex bit...
I hope you all enjoy it anyway.
I've got today to finish the 3rd entrant. That might be a little too tight. The subject matter is topical, so even if I don't make the deadline I'll still post it to Literotica as soon as the story is finished.
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Snuff/Skin Flick
The first (and hopefully not only) story for Literotica's Halloween story contest is up. You can read it here:
"Snuff/Skin Flick"
This is a little more horror than my usual stories. At one point after writing it I did briefly consider sending it out to more mainstream horror fiction magazines. Then, after I'd stopped laughing, I decided that was a stupid idea.
All the horror movie references are real horror films. Ruggero Deodato, the director of Cannibal Holocaust, apparently was arrested on suspicion of murdering his cast for real. That must have brought a warm glow of job-done-well to the heart of whoever was responsible for the special effects.
I don't expect "Snuff/Skin Flick" to score very highly. The main PoV character is too far removed from the action to have the same level of sexual intensity as my other stories and my Nasty End stories never score as highly as the Nice End stories. Still, I hope people appreciate it as a more mainstream-type horror tale. There are more typical succubus stories on the way (don't worry, they still have fucked up elements ;)).
As always, if you have any questions about the story or there were things that bugged you about it and you want to let me know, feel free to scrawl something in the comments below.
Oh, I might as well tackle something I saw on Literotica's boards. Snuff is on the list of things that Literotica doesn't allow in stories. So how does a story with Snuff in the title get through? (and correspondingly, how the hell do you get anything posted there at all, Hydra, considering the typical death count in your stories?)
I can't speak for the official policies of the site, but in general it seems to be don't submit anything where the PoV character gets sexually aroused by killing another character in a way that could be copied out in the real world by anyone reading that story. PoV and realism are the important factors. From a horror literature point of view this does rule out certain types of story, but I don't blame the site owners for wanting to be cautious here. No-one wants to feel tangentially responsible for a nutjob enacting a murderous sexual fantasy they picked up from reading a story online. Despite this, there is still plenty of leeway for a writer to depict brutality, as this story will attest. :)
"Snuff/Skin Flick"
This is a little more horror than my usual stories. At one point after writing it I did briefly consider sending it out to more mainstream horror fiction magazines. Then, after I'd stopped laughing, I decided that was a stupid idea.
All the horror movie references are real horror films. Ruggero Deodato, the director of Cannibal Holocaust, apparently was arrested on suspicion of murdering his cast for real. That must have brought a warm glow of job-done-well to the heart of whoever was responsible for the special effects.
I don't expect "Snuff/Skin Flick" to score very highly. The main PoV character is too far removed from the action to have the same level of sexual intensity as my other stories and my Nasty End stories never score as highly as the Nice End stories. Still, I hope people appreciate it as a more mainstream-type horror tale. There are more typical succubus stories on the way (don't worry, they still have fucked up elements ;)).
As always, if you have any questions about the story or there were things that bugged you about it and you want to let me know, feel free to scrawl something in the comments below.
Oh, I might as well tackle something I saw on Literotica's boards. Snuff is on the list of things that Literotica doesn't allow in stories. So how does a story with Snuff in the title get through? (and correspondingly, how the hell do you get anything posted there at all, Hydra, considering the typical death count in your stories?)
I can't speak for the official policies of the site, but in general it seems to be don't submit anything where the PoV character gets sexually aroused by killing another character in a way that could be copied out in the real world by anyone reading that story. PoV and realism are the important factors. From a horror literature point of view this does rule out certain types of story, but I don't blame the site owners for wanting to be cautious here. No-one wants to feel tangentially responsible for a nutjob enacting a murderous sexual fantasy they picked up from reading a story online. Despite this, there is still plenty of leeway for a writer to depict brutality, as this story will attest. :)
Saturday, July 04, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 6
"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.
"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.
She squatted down and the light was shut out as her ass descended. Cohen was enveloped first by the thick aroma of her sex and then the flesh of her ass as she sat on his face. Cohen couldn't twist his head away. She followed him, keeping her pussy pressed tightly over his nose and mouth. Her felt the soft lips of her pussy brush against his face. They gaped wide and the dark space was filled with the sinful perfume of her sex. The scent rushed straight through his body and filled his straining balls. Eryx pressed down with her thighs again the thick cream squished around Cohen's over-sensitized penis. The sensations tickled up his shaft in moist waves.
Oh god, Cohen thought.
His balls clenched as though they'd been gripped in a fist. His spine bucked and the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever felt erupted from his cock. He gasped but not through lack of air—Eunectis had already lifted her smothering ass. His body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably. That out of control train had smashed into a wall at the end of the line and was now so much wreckage. His semen bubbled up out of his twitching erection like a geyser. His own cream was mixing with the cream in the bag.
Eryx and Eunectis stood up off his wriggling form and stared down at him with sultry smiles. Estrumpthia walked up to them, still pressing the rubber cup to her crotch. Like the other two she'd changed, but her pale skin had a bluish tinge rather than red. Like the other two she had horns, wings and a tail.
She looked down at Cohen and licked her lips. "Mmm, the sight of a human thrashing around in helpless ecstasy makes me so horny."
She pressed the funnel-type adaptor at the end of the pipe tight to her pussy, squatted and pressed her hips forward. Cohen heard a loud and strangely erotic liquid sound. More soft cream flowed up against Cohen's body. He groaned as his balls clenched and he emptied another thick stream of cum into the bag. The ejaculation wasn't stopping. He felt the pleasure spin on and on as a constant stream of semen flowed up his erection in steady pulses.
Estrumpthia removed the cup from her vagina and Cohen saw her labia were speckled with pinkish-white froth. She unscrewed the funnel attachment from the end of the pipe and passed the pipe to Eryx. The other girl screwed a nozzle attachment onto the end. It looked like the end of a hookah pipe, but larger.
Cohen looked at the devil girls with fearful eyes. It was getting harder to concentrate. The sensations inundated his thoughts in the same way the soft cream surrounded his body.
"Wha...?" he muttered thickly.
His body was no longer his. His hips kept twitching as semen poured out of him in an endless succession of spurts.
Eunectis crouched down next to him. He saw her smiling face above the large round swells of her breasts.
"You're our little shiborito in the bag," she said. "Estrumpthia has filled it up with her special vaginal secretions. They've soaked into you. You're coming out your life and soul, and we're going to slurp it all up in our lovely pussies."
Eryx squatted down on the other side of the bag and inserted the nozzle between the folds of her vagina. Her abdomen gave a little flex and the pipe was sucked deeper inside her. The noises started then—like thick cream being sucked up through a straw. Cohen felt a strange tugging sensation focused on his crotch.
Eryx opened her eyes and sighed.
"Delicious," she said.
She handed the pipe to Estrumpthia, who also inserted it up into her sex.
"There's no need to be anxious," Eunectis whispered to Cohen. "It feels nice."
The horrible liquid sucking sounds started up again.
Cohen didn't feel anxious. Estrumpthia's secretions had soaked into his skin and coated his nerve endings in cotton wool. He felt like he was floating in a warm fluffy cloud. His writhing had quietened down to little twitches every time he released a spurt of cum into the bag.
It felt so good—warm and comfortable. He was no longer sure if he was inside the bag or the bag. He felt like he was floating around inside an outer skin of black latex—not solid or liquid.
Estrumpthia took her time with the nozzle. She sighed in pleasure as her vagina clamped around it and she sucked up the cream in the bag.
It wasn't just the cream around him she was sucking, it felt like they were sucking up him. He released his essence up into the bag and she drew part of it up into her body, leaving him diminished in the process.
And Cohen no longer cared. The pleasure had overwhelmed and subsumed his mind. All he cared about was the orgasm still rumbling through him, still coaxing his body to ejaculate more and more. He lay back and floated on a cloud of pleasure as his life, essence and soul pulsed out into the bag.
The succubi passed the nozzle amongst themselves. They sucked up the cream and essence until the bag began to deflate. The black rubber crinkled up and subsided as the succubi sighed in satisfaction as they sucked more and more out of the bag. The vac-bed wrinkled up and the man inside wrinkled up with it.
Eryx's vagina clenched around the pipe and drew out the last dregs with a ghastly slurping sound.
"A most satisfactory present from Ms Brite," she said.
On the floor the glossy black rubber sheets were wrinkled as they tightly wrapped a human form. This human form also looked as though all the air had been pumped out of him. A face that was little more than skin stretched over a skull stared out of a circular opening in the top sheet. The shrivelled lips were stretched taut in a ghastly grin.
"And we even cured his anxiety," Eunectis said.
"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.
She squatted down and the light was shut out as her ass descended. Cohen was enveloped first by the thick aroma of her sex and then the flesh of her ass as she sat on his face. Cohen couldn't twist his head away. She followed him, keeping her pussy pressed tightly over his nose and mouth. Her felt the soft lips of her pussy brush against his face. They gaped wide and the dark space was filled with the sinful perfume of her sex. The scent rushed straight through his body and filled his straining balls. Eryx pressed down with her thighs again the thick cream squished around Cohen's over-sensitized penis. The sensations tickled up his shaft in moist waves.
Oh god, Cohen thought.
His balls clenched as though they'd been gripped in a fist. His spine bucked and the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever felt erupted from his cock. He gasped but not through lack of air—Eunectis had already lifted her smothering ass. His body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably. That out of control train had smashed into a wall at the end of the line and was now so much wreckage. His semen bubbled up out of his twitching erection like a geyser. His own cream was mixing with the cream in the bag.
Eryx and Eunectis stood up off his wriggling form and stared down at him with sultry smiles. Estrumpthia walked up to them, still pressing the rubber cup to her crotch. Like the other two she'd changed, but her pale skin had a bluish tinge rather than red. Like the other two she had horns, wings and a tail.
She looked down at Cohen and licked her lips. "Mmm, the sight of a human thrashing around in helpless ecstasy makes me so horny."
She pressed the funnel-type adaptor at the end of the pipe tight to her pussy, squatted and pressed her hips forward. Cohen heard a loud and strangely erotic liquid sound. More soft cream flowed up against Cohen's body. He groaned as his balls clenched and he emptied another thick stream of cum into the bag. The ejaculation wasn't stopping. He felt the pleasure spin on and on as a constant stream of semen flowed up his erection in steady pulses.
Estrumpthia removed the cup from her vagina and Cohen saw her labia were speckled with pinkish-white froth. She unscrewed the funnel attachment from the end of the pipe and passed the pipe to Eryx. The other girl screwed a nozzle attachment onto the end. It looked like the end of a hookah pipe, but larger.
Cohen looked at the devil girls with fearful eyes. It was getting harder to concentrate. The sensations inundated his thoughts in the same way the soft cream surrounded his body.
"Wha...?" he muttered thickly.
His body was no longer his. His hips kept twitching as semen poured out of him in an endless succession of spurts.
Eunectis crouched down next to him. He saw her smiling face above the large round swells of her breasts.
"You're our little shiborito in the bag," she said. "Estrumpthia has filled it up with her special vaginal secretions. They've soaked into you. You're coming out your life and soul, and we're going to slurp it all up in our lovely pussies."
Eryx squatted down on the other side of the bag and inserted the nozzle between the folds of her vagina. Her abdomen gave a little flex and the pipe was sucked deeper inside her. The noises started then—like thick cream being sucked up through a straw. Cohen felt a strange tugging sensation focused on his crotch.
Eryx opened her eyes and sighed.
"Delicious," she said.
She handed the pipe to Estrumpthia, who also inserted it up into her sex.
"There's no need to be anxious," Eunectis whispered to Cohen. "It feels nice."
The horrible liquid sucking sounds started up again.
Cohen didn't feel anxious. Estrumpthia's secretions had soaked into his skin and coated his nerve endings in cotton wool. He felt like he was floating in a warm fluffy cloud. His writhing had quietened down to little twitches every time he released a spurt of cum into the bag.
It felt so good—warm and comfortable. He was no longer sure if he was inside the bag or the bag. He felt like he was floating around inside an outer skin of black latex—not solid or liquid.
Estrumpthia took her time with the nozzle. She sighed in pleasure as her vagina clamped around it and she sucked up the cream in the bag.
It wasn't just the cream around him she was sucking, it felt like they were sucking up him. He released his essence up into the bag and she drew part of it up into her body, leaving him diminished in the process.
And Cohen no longer cared. The pleasure had overwhelmed and subsumed his mind. All he cared about was the orgasm still rumbling through him, still coaxing his body to ejaculate more and more. He lay back and floated on a cloud of pleasure as his life, essence and soul pulsed out into the bag.
The succubi passed the nozzle amongst themselves. They sucked up the cream and essence until the bag began to deflate. The black rubber crinkled up and subsided as the succubi sighed in satisfaction as they sucked more and more out of the bag. The vac-bed wrinkled up and the man inside wrinkled up with it.
Eryx's vagina clenched around the pipe and drew out the last dregs with a ghastly slurping sound.
"A most satisfactory present from Ms Brite," she said.
On the floor the glossy black rubber sheets were wrinkled as they tightly wrapped a human form. This human form also looked as though all the air had been pumped out of him. A face that was little more than skin stretched over a skull stared out of a circular opening in the top sheet. The shrivelled lips were stretched taut in a ghastly grin.
"And we even cured his anxiety," Eunectis said.
THE END
Friday, July 03, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 5
"What's going on?" he asked.
Had someone changed the lights? Erica looked different. Her skin colour was darker, redder.
"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.
Esther moaned again and pushed her crotch forward. How could she be producing all this? It was up to his crotch and—
Cohen closed his eyes. The warm creamy substance had enveloped his balls. His erection, which had softened slightly as his unease had grown, sprang back to full attention. The rubber top sheet of the vac-bed tented upwards with the throbbing bar of his hard-on. The tenting grew less pronounced as more cream flowed into the bag.
It was over his chest now. It surrounded his arms, it enfolded his hands and he felt it squelch between his fingers. It drove his nerve endings wild. It was like lying in a big bath of crackly foam with no water. Cohen wanted more and more of it and Esther obliged. Sighing and gasping in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to have no end, she pumped more and more thick cream into the bag. Moments before, Cohen had felt like he'd been shrink-wrapped. Now he felt like he was lying at the heart of a giant fluffy pillow. The black rubber surface swelled up all around him.
Hot flashes pulsed through him. They pulsed and pulsed and focused on his balls and penis until his whole crotch was glowing with warmth. The cream slithered all around him and engulfed his twitching erection. Cohen felt the urge to wrap a hand around his cock and rub the pleasant cream into his shaft. He couldn't move. Not because the rubber sheets were wrapped too tightly around him, but because the warm creamy substance had sapped all the energy right out of him. It was like lying in a warm bed in an icy room and feeling too comfortable to move. The vac-bed continued to swell up as more and more thick cream piled up around him.
Erica sat astride him, or rather sat astride the swollen bag. He felt the pressure of her legs transmit through the bag and move the wonderful cream against his body. He looked up at her through a haze of pleasure.
His brow wrinkled. Something wasn't right.
Her pale skin was flushed. No, it was more than that. Her skin was red, deep red all the way through as though she was so full of blood it had leaked out underneath her skin. And her eyes... what had happened to her eyes? He looked up into black pits that looked as though they fell all the way into hell itself. Were those...? There were horns on her head and he watched as black bat wings unfurled behind her.
Hallucination. He must be hallucinating.
"Comfortable?" Erica asked.
Her voice was wrong too. There were weird inflections to the edges, like metal on metal.
Where was the panic? Where was the anxiety? Despite Erica's sudden, demonic change of appearance he felt relaxed and languid. This was a total contrast to his brain, which was screaming wrong, wrong, wrong!
Erica bent over and hugged the swollen bag. Her large breasts—uncovered now, nipples dark like dried blood—pressed against the rubber above his chest. He felt the pressure come through the bag and thick cream.
"How does it feel—nice and creamy?" Erica asked.
She hugged the bag tighter and rubbed her pendulous breasts against the shiny black surface.
"Let me massage it into your flesh," she said.
She squeezed and hugged. Her hips moved up and down as she ground her sex against the bag. Her movements started currents in the substance that filled the bag. Cohen writhed in helpless pleasure as the warm cream squished against his body. He let out an involuntary moan as more hot flashes raced across his sensitised skin. Thick currents stirred his throbbing manhood. It felt like cream-covered fingers were tickling up and down his hard-on.
"He's nearly ready," Erica called back to the girl on the bed. "One more squirt, Estrumpthia."
"Mmm, I'll give him a nice thick one, Eryx," Esther said, her voice also picking up strange alien cadences.
She let out another loud sigh. The pipe vibrated. More slippery cream—a thick bulge—slithered down the tube and mushroomed up around Cohen. His eyelids flickered as more of the warm cream enveloped him.
"Feels nice, doesn't it," Eryx said. "Like being wrapped in a giant wet womb."
She wriggled her body on top of him. Her arms and thighs squeezed the swollen bag and he felt the thick cream squidge against his skin. All of Cohen's nerve endings felt amplified, as if the slightest breath had the force of a bomb. The devil girl on top of him pressed her waist down and her motions stirred the electrifying cream around his cock.
Fuck, he was going to come. Really come. Come so hard it would be painful.
"Yes, let it out," the devil girl writhing on top of him exhorted with a breathy sigh. "Let it all out."
What was happening? Cohen felt so good and yet weirdly wrong. His body felt like a train accelerating down a track with no buffers.
"Need help?" Eunice said, her voice like blades slathered in honey.
Like Eryx her skin had darkened to a deep red colour. She even had a devil tail. He saw it as she stood over him. He looked up into the moist lips of her sex and watched as they gaped open and shut like a mouth.
"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.
"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.
Had someone changed the lights? Erica looked different. Her skin colour was darker, redder.
"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.
Esther moaned again and pushed her crotch forward. How could she be producing all this? It was up to his crotch and—
Cohen closed his eyes. The warm creamy substance had enveloped his balls. His erection, which had softened slightly as his unease had grown, sprang back to full attention. The rubber top sheet of the vac-bed tented upwards with the throbbing bar of his hard-on. The tenting grew less pronounced as more cream flowed into the bag.
It was over his chest now. It surrounded his arms, it enfolded his hands and he felt it squelch between his fingers. It drove his nerve endings wild. It was like lying in a big bath of crackly foam with no water. Cohen wanted more and more of it and Esther obliged. Sighing and gasping in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to have no end, she pumped more and more thick cream into the bag. Moments before, Cohen had felt like he'd been shrink-wrapped. Now he felt like he was lying at the heart of a giant fluffy pillow. The black rubber surface swelled up all around him.
Hot flashes pulsed through him. They pulsed and pulsed and focused on his balls and penis until his whole crotch was glowing with warmth. The cream slithered all around him and engulfed his twitching erection. Cohen felt the urge to wrap a hand around his cock and rub the pleasant cream into his shaft. He couldn't move. Not because the rubber sheets were wrapped too tightly around him, but because the warm creamy substance had sapped all the energy right out of him. It was like lying in a warm bed in an icy room and feeling too comfortable to move. The vac-bed continued to swell up as more and more thick cream piled up around him.
Erica sat astride him, or rather sat astride the swollen bag. He felt the pressure of her legs transmit through the bag and move the wonderful cream against his body. He looked up at her through a haze of pleasure.
His brow wrinkled. Something wasn't right.
Her pale skin was flushed. No, it was more than that. Her skin was red, deep red all the way through as though she was so full of blood it had leaked out underneath her skin. And her eyes... what had happened to her eyes? He looked up into black pits that looked as though they fell all the way into hell itself. Were those...? There were horns on her head and he watched as black bat wings unfurled behind her.
Hallucination. He must be hallucinating.
"Comfortable?" Erica asked.
Her voice was wrong too. There were weird inflections to the edges, like metal on metal.
Where was the panic? Where was the anxiety? Despite Erica's sudden, demonic change of appearance he felt relaxed and languid. This was a total contrast to his brain, which was screaming wrong, wrong, wrong!
Erica bent over and hugged the swollen bag. Her large breasts—uncovered now, nipples dark like dried blood—pressed against the rubber above his chest. He felt the pressure come through the bag and thick cream.
"How does it feel—nice and creamy?" Erica asked.
She hugged the bag tighter and rubbed her pendulous breasts against the shiny black surface.
"Let me massage it into your flesh," she said.
She squeezed and hugged. Her hips moved up and down as she ground her sex against the bag. Her movements started currents in the substance that filled the bag. Cohen writhed in helpless pleasure as the warm cream squished against his body. He let out an involuntary moan as more hot flashes raced across his sensitised skin. Thick currents stirred his throbbing manhood. It felt like cream-covered fingers were tickling up and down his hard-on.
"He's nearly ready," Erica called back to the girl on the bed. "One more squirt, Estrumpthia."
"Mmm, I'll give him a nice thick one, Eryx," Esther said, her voice also picking up strange alien cadences.
She let out another loud sigh. The pipe vibrated. More slippery cream—a thick bulge—slithered down the tube and mushroomed up around Cohen. His eyelids flickered as more of the warm cream enveloped him.
"Feels nice, doesn't it," Eryx said. "Like being wrapped in a giant wet womb."
She wriggled her body on top of him. Her arms and thighs squeezed the swollen bag and he felt the thick cream squidge against his skin. All of Cohen's nerve endings felt amplified, as if the slightest breath had the force of a bomb. The devil girl on top of him pressed her waist down and her motions stirred the electrifying cream around his cock.
Fuck, he was going to come. Really come. Come so hard it would be painful.
"Yes, let it out," the devil girl writhing on top of him exhorted with a breathy sigh. "Let it all out."
What was happening? Cohen felt so good and yet weirdly wrong. His body felt like a train accelerating down a track with no buffers.
"Need help?" Eunice said, her voice like blades slathered in honey.
Like Eryx her skin had darkened to a deep red colour. She even had a devil tail. He saw it as she stood over him. He looked up into the moist lips of her sex and watched as they gaped open and shut like a mouth.
"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.
"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.
Thursday, July 02, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 4
"And brilliant," Cohen continued. "Who'd have thought it? Here I am, shrink-wrapped like a turkey and I don't feel any anxiety at all. Annette Brite is a genius."
Erica gave him a sly glance. "She has her uses," she said.
Esther threw her head back and moaned. Her body flexed and she pushed her hips against Eunice's face as the other girl continued to perform cunnilingus on her.
"I'm ready," Esther said, her voice breathy. "Bring the pipe."
Eunice stood up and walked over to the hanging vac-bed. She gave Cohen a teasing smile as she picked up the other end of the trailing air hose that led to the vac-bed. Curious, Cohen watched as she pulled an object out of a box and screwed it onto the end of the pipe. It looked like a mask, like maybe something a dentist might have given a patient to breathe from back in the old days. Or possibly an athletic cup. It had the same shape and was made out of black rubber.
On the bed Esther continued to frig herself towards orgasm. Her moans and sighs grew louder and louder. Behind her Erica continued to massage and play with the soft flesh of her boobs while kissing her on the back of her neck and shoulders. Eunice held the plastic funnel thing a little way from Esther's vagina, keeping out of the way while Esther masturbated. Cheeks flushed red, Esther nodded to Eunice and the other girl passed her the end of the pipe. Esther pressed the black rubber object tight to her crotch, making the resemblance between it and an athletic cup even more pronounced.
What was going on here? Cohen thought. It hadn't escaped his attention that the black rubber cup was attached to the end of the same pipe that led back to the bag he was currently sealed inside. Was she going to squirt into it, or maybe even pee? He'd told them he didn't want anything gross done to him.
Although he did feel a little thrill of excitement at the thought.
"Make it nice and thick and creamy," Eunice said, running a hand down Esther's pale arm.
"Mmm. It'll be really thick and creamy," Esther said. She writhed and pressed her hips up against the rubber cup between her legs.
Erica and Eunice walked towards Cohen with mischief in their eyes.
"What's going on?" Cohen asked.
Erica put a finger to her moist, bee-stung lips.
They were playing with him, that's all. More teasing.
Cohen wasn't sure. There was a prickly feeling on the back of his neck. Some atavistic sense was warning him of danger in the same way animals knew to find shelter before a storm hits.
No, no. It was more teasing. They were just playing with him.
Esther gave a loud orgasmic groan and flexed her spine as she pushed her hips out with the rubber cup still pressed to her crotch. Cohen heard an odd, thick, slithery sound—like thick mud moving through a pipe. Esther sighed and moaned and her body trembled. More liquid sounds vibrated down the pipe. It sounded like way more than a little squirt of love juice, more even than a good hard piss.
And far far thicker.
Cohen should have been excited—sexually excited—at the sight of a hot girl obviously orgasming right in front of him, but that prickly sensation on the back of his neck was growing harder and harder to ignore.
Erica kissed him on the cheek with soft lips.
Hot lips.
And hot in the boiling-kettle sense, not in the XXX-strip-show-hot sense. Almost hot enough to scald him. What was going on? No girl's lips should feel as hot as that.
Erica and Eunice gripped the sides of the vac-bed and lifted it up off the hooks suspended from the ceiling. They laid him flat on the floor.
"Hey hey," Cohen said. He tried to move his limbs, but his body was still vacuum-packed in place.
"Mmm, I'd like to sit on his face and smother him with my ass," Eunice said.
"And miss his sighs as Estrumpthia's cream fills his bag..." Erica said.
Over on the bed Esther gave another loud orgasmic cry. Erica crouched down, turned a valve at the bottom of the bag and the corner swelled up as something rushed in. Cohen's eyes widened as he felt a warm, moist and weirdly fluffy substance envelop his foot. What was that? It felt like the froth and bubbles from a bubble bath, but thicker—squishy like warm mud. His toes squelched through it and his skin lit up with a pleasant tingling sensation. Those tingles tickled up the nerves of his leg and nested in his balls. He liked it so much he started wiggling his toes to repeat the sensation.
There was more. The substance flowed down the pipe into the bag in a slow, thick wave. Surely this all couldn't be coming out of Esther's pussy. It wasn't possible. The corner of the bag continued to swell and the foam rolled up past his foot and engulfed his ankle.
Cohen blinked. More tingling pleasure pirouetted up his leg like crackly static electricity. He wanted more, wanted to be enveloped in it completely, wanted to bathe fully in whatever it was. But the hairs kept prickling on the back of his neck. The storm was coming and the force would tear him to pieces.
He heard Esther give another orgasmic moan and then more of those thick, slithery sounds—like slime sliding down a pipe. More of the bag filled out and that wave of tingling pleasure rolled up to his thighs.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Had someone changed the lights? Erica looked different. Her skin colour was darker, redder.
"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.
Erica gave him a sly glance. "She has her uses," she said.
Esther threw her head back and moaned. Her body flexed and she pushed her hips against Eunice's face as the other girl continued to perform cunnilingus on her.
"I'm ready," Esther said, her voice breathy. "Bring the pipe."
Eunice stood up and walked over to the hanging vac-bed. She gave Cohen a teasing smile as she picked up the other end of the trailing air hose that led to the vac-bed. Curious, Cohen watched as she pulled an object out of a box and screwed it onto the end of the pipe. It looked like a mask, like maybe something a dentist might have given a patient to breathe from back in the old days. Or possibly an athletic cup. It had the same shape and was made out of black rubber.
On the bed Esther continued to frig herself towards orgasm. Her moans and sighs grew louder and louder. Behind her Erica continued to massage and play with the soft flesh of her boobs while kissing her on the back of her neck and shoulders. Eunice held the plastic funnel thing a little way from Esther's vagina, keeping out of the way while Esther masturbated. Cheeks flushed red, Esther nodded to Eunice and the other girl passed her the end of the pipe. Esther pressed the black rubber object tight to her crotch, making the resemblance between it and an athletic cup even more pronounced.
What was going on here? Cohen thought. It hadn't escaped his attention that the black rubber cup was attached to the end of the same pipe that led back to the bag he was currently sealed inside. Was she going to squirt into it, or maybe even pee? He'd told them he didn't want anything gross done to him.
Although he did feel a little thrill of excitement at the thought.
"Make it nice and thick and creamy," Eunice said, running a hand down Esther's pale arm.
"Mmm. It'll be really thick and creamy," Esther said. She writhed and pressed her hips up against the rubber cup between her legs.
Erica and Eunice walked towards Cohen with mischief in their eyes.
"What's going on?" Cohen asked.
Erica put a finger to her moist, bee-stung lips.
They were playing with him, that's all. More teasing.
Cohen wasn't sure. There was a prickly feeling on the back of his neck. Some atavistic sense was warning him of danger in the same way animals knew to find shelter before a storm hits.
No, no. It was more teasing. They were just playing with him.
Esther gave a loud orgasmic groan and flexed her spine as she pushed her hips out with the rubber cup still pressed to her crotch. Cohen heard an odd, thick, slithery sound—like thick mud moving through a pipe. Esther sighed and moaned and her body trembled. More liquid sounds vibrated down the pipe. It sounded like way more than a little squirt of love juice, more even than a good hard piss.
And far far thicker.
Cohen should have been excited—sexually excited—at the sight of a hot girl obviously orgasming right in front of him, but that prickly sensation on the back of his neck was growing harder and harder to ignore.
Erica kissed him on the cheek with soft lips.
Hot lips.
And hot in the boiling-kettle sense, not in the XXX-strip-show-hot sense. Almost hot enough to scald him. What was going on? No girl's lips should feel as hot as that.
Erica and Eunice gripped the sides of the vac-bed and lifted it up off the hooks suspended from the ceiling. They laid him flat on the floor.
"Hey hey," Cohen said. He tried to move his limbs, but his body was still vacuum-packed in place.
"Mmm, I'd like to sit on his face and smother him with my ass," Eunice said.
"And miss his sighs as Estrumpthia's cream fills his bag..." Erica said.
Over on the bed Esther gave another loud orgasmic cry. Erica crouched down, turned a valve at the bottom of the bag and the corner swelled up as something rushed in. Cohen's eyes widened as he felt a warm, moist and weirdly fluffy substance envelop his foot. What was that? It felt like the froth and bubbles from a bubble bath, but thicker—squishy like warm mud. His toes squelched through it and his skin lit up with a pleasant tingling sensation. Those tingles tickled up the nerves of his leg and nested in his balls. He liked it so much he started wiggling his toes to repeat the sensation.
There was more. The substance flowed down the pipe into the bag in a slow, thick wave. Surely this all couldn't be coming out of Esther's pussy. It wasn't possible. The corner of the bag continued to swell and the foam rolled up past his foot and engulfed his ankle.
Cohen blinked. More tingling pleasure pirouetted up his leg like crackly static electricity. He wanted more, wanted to be enveloped in it completely, wanted to bathe fully in whatever it was. But the hairs kept prickling on the back of his neck. The storm was coming and the force would tear him to pieces.
He heard Esther give another orgasmic moan and then more of those thick, slithery sounds—like slime sliding down a pipe. More of the bag filled out and that wave of tingling pleasure rolled up to his thighs.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Had someone changed the lights? Erica looked different. Her skin colour was darker, redder.
"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 3
"We've tied you up..." Erica started.
"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.
Erica and Eunice embraced and came together in a sloppy and extremely passionate kiss right in front of him.
Oh wow, Cohen thought.
It wasn't a quick peck either. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies as their lips locked and their tongues tangled.
"Don't leave me out," Esther said.
She sat on the glossy black bed at the back of the room and kicked off her white stiletto heels.
"Of course not," Eunice said after breaking her amorous embrace with Erica.
"Don't go anywhere," Erica turned and said to Cohen with a smile that indicated she knew perfectly well he couldn't.
Cohen attempted a shrug. It was about all the movement he could manage at the moment.
Grinning from ear to ear, he watched as Erica and Eunice walked over and joined Esther on the bed. Were they really going to put on a show for him? It looked that way as Erica and Eunice sat either side of Esther. Esther turned to Erica and their full lips came together in a kiss. On the other side Eunice left a line of kisses down Esther's neck. Her hand pawed at and squeezed at the considerable bulge of Esther's breast. The girls started to moan and sigh as they got more into it.
Esther switched her attentions to Eunice and their lips met in another frenzied bout of kissing. The hands of the girls slid over and fondled each other's bodies. Cohen, suspended in the vac-bed, watched with mounting fascination. He'd never seen anything like this before, not in the flesh.
They peeled off the shiny rubber layers of their clothing, like presents unwrapped on Christmas Day long after the children had gone to bed for the night. Esther's vinyl bra was first to go. Cohen's smile grew broader as the pale mounds of Esther's chest became visible. They were an impressive pair—big and firm. Each round mound was topped with a pointed nipple surrounded by a pale pink disc.
That was some pair, Cohen thought. Erica and Eunice seemed inclined to agree. Their heads bobbed down and Esther tipped her head back and sighed as Erica and Eunice flicked her nipples with moist tongues.
Cohen watched them wishing he could join in. He supposed that was the point of the tease. Cohen squirmed as his swelling erection slid up against his belly. He would have liked to wrap his hand around it, but the vac-bed allowed no movement.
The three girls were really into each other. Things were getting well and truly XXX-rated on the bed. Erica and Eunice briefly stood up to remove their shiny panties and fishnet stockings. Esther didn't need to do the same as Erica and Eunice removed her clothes for her.
Now that all three were fully naked, Cohen was staggered by the perfection of their bodies. Top porn stars didn't look this good. What were they doing here, in some shitty little back-alley BDSM dungeon? He wondered how much Erica had meant when she'd said "that costs extra," because he'd definitely pay if he could afford it.
Erica and Eunice returned to the swollen goodness of Esther's boobs. The sucked on her nipples with sensual lips while their hands rubbed against the mound of her pussy. Esther gave out a series of short little gasps as nimble fingers crept between the folds of her labia.
Cohen was hard enough for the enveloping rubber sheet to feel uncomfortably tight around his straining erection. If only he could reach his cock. That was the point though, to keep him frustrated and let the sexual tension build and build. It was effective. Having his body constrained like this would normally set off his anxiety. Thanks to the girls' little 'show' he was too distracted.
Eunice went down on her knees between Esther's legs. She buried her face in Esther's crotch and worked her tongue against the other woman's pussy. Erica stood up on the bed with her legs apart and posed for Cohen as Esther tilted her head up and lapped at her sex.
"Like the show?" Erica asked Cohen.
"Loving it," Cohen called back. "You know, I thought she was mad when she suggested this. When I went into her shop looking for something to calm me down and relax me I thought she'd recommend some herbal bath, or maybe a massage. Instead she suggests I visit a dominatrix dungeon instead. Crazy."
Erica sat behind Esther. Her hands massaged the creamy curves of Esther's breasts while the other girl twisted her head to the side to kiss her. Eunice continued her merciless attack on Esther's pussy with her tongue. Both Erica and Eunice focused their attentions on the girl between them without thought to their own pleasure. Red flushes blemished Esther's otherwise pristine skin and her thighs trembled as her resistance crumbled beneath their ministrations.
"And brilliant," Cohen continued. "Who'd have thought it? Here I am, shrink-wrapped like a turkey and I don't feel any anxiety at all. Annette Brite is a genius."
"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.
Erica and Eunice embraced and came together in a sloppy and extremely passionate kiss right in front of him.
Oh wow, Cohen thought.
It wasn't a quick peck either. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies as their lips locked and their tongues tangled.
"Don't leave me out," Esther said.
She sat on the glossy black bed at the back of the room and kicked off her white stiletto heels.
"Of course not," Eunice said after breaking her amorous embrace with Erica.
"Don't go anywhere," Erica turned and said to Cohen with a smile that indicated she knew perfectly well he couldn't.
Cohen attempted a shrug. It was about all the movement he could manage at the moment.
Grinning from ear to ear, he watched as Erica and Eunice walked over and joined Esther on the bed. Were they really going to put on a show for him? It looked that way as Erica and Eunice sat either side of Esther. Esther turned to Erica and their full lips came together in a kiss. On the other side Eunice left a line of kisses down Esther's neck. Her hand pawed at and squeezed at the considerable bulge of Esther's breast. The girls started to moan and sigh as they got more into it.
Esther switched her attentions to Eunice and their lips met in another frenzied bout of kissing. The hands of the girls slid over and fondled each other's bodies. Cohen, suspended in the vac-bed, watched with mounting fascination. He'd never seen anything like this before, not in the flesh.
They peeled off the shiny rubber layers of their clothing, like presents unwrapped on Christmas Day long after the children had gone to bed for the night. Esther's vinyl bra was first to go. Cohen's smile grew broader as the pale mounds of Esther's chest became visible. They were an impressive pair—big and firm. Each round mound was topped with a pointed nipple surrounded by a pale pink disc.
That was some pair, Cohen thought. Erica and Eunice seemed inclined to agree. Their heads bobbed down and Esther tipped her head back and sighed as Erica and Eunice flicked her nipples with moist tongues.
Cohen watched them wishing he could join in. He supposed that was the point of the tease. Cohen squirmed as his swelling erection slid up against his belly. He would have liked to wrap his hand around it, but the vac-bed allowed no movement.
The three girls were really into each other. Things were getting well and truly XXX-rated on the bed. Erica and Eunice briefly stood up to remove their shiny panties and fishnet stockings. Esther didn't need to do the same as Erica and Eunice removed her clothes for her.
Now that all three were fully naked, Cohen was staggered by the perfection of their bodies. Top porn stars didn't look this good. What were they doing here, in some shitty little back-alley BDSM dungeon? He wondered how much Erica had meant when she'd said "that costs extra," because he'd definitely pay if he could afford it.
Erica and Eunice returned to the swollen goodness of Esther's boobs. The sucked on her nipples with sensual lips while their hands rubbed against the mound of her pussy. Esther gave out a series of short little gasps as nimble fingers crept between the folds of her labia.
Cohen was hard enough for the enveloping rubber sheet to feel uncomfortably tight around his straining erection. If only he could reach his cock. That was the point though, to keep him frustrated and let the sexual tension build and build. It was effective. Having his body constrained like this would normally set off his anxiety. Thanks to the girls' little 'show' he was too distracted.
Eunice went down on her knees between Esther's legs. She buried her face in Esther's crotch and worked her tongue against the other woman's pussy. Erica stood up on the bed with her legs apart and posed for Cohen as Esther tilted her head up and lapped at her sex.
"Like the show?" Erica asked Cohen.
"Loving it," Cohen called back. "You know, I thought she was mad when she suggested this. When I went into her shop looking for something to calm me down and relax me I thought she'd recommend some herbal bath, or maybe a massage. Instead she suggests I visit a dominatrix dungeon instead. Crazy."
Erica sat behind Esther. Her hands massaged the creamy curves of Esther's breasts while the other girl twisted her head to the side to kiss her. Eunice continued her merciless attack on Esther's pussy with her tongue. Both Erica and Eunice focused their attentions on the girl between them without thought to their own pleasure. Red flushes blemished Esther's otherwise pristine skin and her thighs trembled as her resistance crumbled beneath their ministrations.
"And brilliant," Cohen continued. "Who'd have thought it? Here I am, shrink-wrapped like a turkey and I don't feel any anxiety at all. Annette Brite is a genius."
uh oh, it wasn't Inari that sent him here.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 2
"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up. "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"
"Oh yes." Erica ran a tongue over her bee-stung lips. "What a good idea."
"Vac-bed?" Cohen queried.
"Go and get Esther to fetch it down," Erica said. "Then we can see what Mr Cohen thinks."
Eunice went away and returned with another statuesque, voluptuous beauty. Cohen's eyes boggled. He was starting to wonder if he'd stepped through the door and somehow been teleported to Silicone Valley on the other side of the world. Where else would he see so many busty beauties other than on the set of an expensive porn film?
The new girl, Esther, was pale-skinned almost to the point of alabaster. She had blue eyes, long silky platinum-blonde hair and a shy smile. She and Eunice were carrying some kind of long metal frame with glossy black latex stretched between it. Eunice also carried a squat little vacuum cleaner in her other hand. Intrigued, he watched as they laid the framework out on the floor and attached the black rubber hose that ran out from the bottom corner to the squat little vacuum cleaner.
"Strip off and in you get," Erica said to Cohen.
"Uh?" He stared at her blankly.
Eunice lifted up a black sheet. Cohen saw that the item they'd brought down looked like a sleeping bag made out of black latex and stretched across a metal frame.
"You want me to get in there?" he asked. "Is it safe?"
He didn't want to get suffocated by accident.
"We're using the open face for your first time," Eunice said. She put her arm through a circular opening in the top sheet.
"Oh, okay."
The three women watched Cohen undress with amused smiles. Cohen knew he might not be the tallest man in the world, but he hadn't done too badly when they'd been handing out dicks. The women noticed too. Erica moistened her lips and Eunice nodded approvingly as he dropped his underpants to his ankles and kicked them away. He got down and lay between the sheets. The rubber felt soft and stretchy against his skin. Eunice pulled the top sheet over him, lining up the hole with his face. She fastened the sides.
"What's this supposed to achieve," Cohen asked.
The weirdness gave him pleasant little goose bumps, but he failed to see what was special about getting inside a rubber bag.
"It's about ceding control," Erica said. "Once all the air is sucked out you won't be able to move. You'll be completely helpless and under our control."
"Ah, that's what the woman said I should do, the one who recommended I visit here. She said my anxiety stemmed from trust issues and that was causing me to pile too much work on myself. She said I needed to learn to delegate. It's tough. You can't rely on employees nowadays. It's the kids. They spend all their time on their iPads and smartphones. I have to do their work to make sure it gets done. And then I get stressed out."
Erica crouched down next to him and pushed the opening down. The rubber stretched around the sides of his face and formed a tight seal. She brought her face closer, almost as though she was shaping up to plant those full sensual lips on his in a kiss, then pulled away at the last moment.
Tease, Cohen thought.
"The normal top sheet is closed off and only has a little breathing hose for the mouth. Some people get a thrill from being blind and helpless, knowing their air could be cut off at any moment."
"But not so good with someone that suffers with anxiety," Cohen said.
"We did take that into account," Erica said.
"So I get the training wheels," he said. It felt like he was staring out through a rubber porthole.
"This model is quite popular with our other clients," Erica said.
"Gives us much better access for when they want us to smother them with our asses," Eunice said. She turned and pinched the cheek of quite possibly the finest bottom Cohen had ever seen in the flesh.
"Is there a model with another hole, lower down?" Cohen motioned with his eyes to his crotch.
"That one costs extra," Erica said.
That meant it was possible then, Cohen thought. He might enquire just how much when arranging his next session.
Eunice flicked the switch on the vacuum cleaner and the motor started up with a whine. All over his body Cohen felt the supple surface of the latex sheets brush against and wrap around his skin. He shifted into a more comfortable position as the air was drawn out of the bag and the warm sheets moulded tightly to the contours of his body. The rubber was so tight it formed a second skin pressing all across his body. It felt a little unusual—but not really the kind of thing that would have him jizzing in his pants like it probably did for some fetishists.
With Cohen firmly constrained, Erica turned a valve on the bottom of the bed and Eunice disconnected the hose from the vacuum cleaner.
"How does that feel?" Erica asked.
"Like I've been shrink-wrapped," Cohen said, which was more or less the truth.
He wriggled experimentally. The rubber gave a little, but not much.
"A quite effective form of restraint, would you agree?" Erica said.
He wriggled harder. The soft latex had formed a second skin encasing him.
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he said.
"That would be the point. Anxious?"
"A little," Cohen said. "But I'm guessing that's also the point—to enable me to get over it."
Erica and Eunice gripped each side of the vac-bed and tilted it up to vertical. Immobilized, Cohen watched them through the face hole as they lifted him up off the floor and attached the frame to hooks hanging down from the ceiling.
"I feel like Han Solo encased in carbonite," Cohen said.
The other girls said nothing.
"Not Star Wars fans then," Cohen said.
Apparently not. The girls didn't say anything as they stepped back to admire their work.
"What now?" Cohen asked.
"We've tied you up..." Erica started.
"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.
"Oh yes." Erica ran a tongue over her bee-stung lips. "What a good idea."
"Vac-bed?" Cohen queried.
"Go and get Esther to fetch it down," Erica said. "Then we can see what Mr Cohen thinks."
Eunice went away and returned with another statuesque, voluptuous beauty. Cohen's eyes boggled. He was starting to wonder if he'd stepped through the door and somehow been teleported to Silicone Valley on the other side of the world. Where else would he see so many busty beauties other than on the set of an expensive porn film?
The new girl, Esther, was pale-skinned almost to the point of alabaster. She had blue eyes, long silky platinum-blonde hair and a shy smile. She and Eunice were carrying some kind of long metal frame with glossy black latex stretched between it. Eunice also carried a squat little vacuum cleaner in her other hand. Intrigued, he watched as they laid the framework out on the floor and attached the black rubber hose that ran out from the bottom corner to the squat little vacuum cleaner.
"Strip off and in you get," Erica said to Cohen.
"Uh?" He stared at her blankly.
Eunice lifted up a black sheet. Cohen saw that the item they'd brought down looked like a sleeping bag made out of black latex and stretched across a metal frame.
"You want me to get in there?" he asked. "Is it safe?"
He didn't want to get suffocated by accident.
"We're using the open face for your first time," Eunice said. She put her arm through a circular opening in the top sheet.
"Oh, okay."
The three women watched Cohen undress with amused smiles. Cohen knew he might not be the tallest man in the world, but he hadn't done too badly when they'd been handing out dicks. The women noticed too. Erica moistened her lips and Eunice nodded approvingly as he dropped his underpants to his ankles and kicked them away. He got down and lay between the sheets. The rubber felt soft and stretchy against his skin. Eunice pulled the top sheet over him, lining up the hole with his face. She fastened the sides.
"What's this supposed to achieve," Cohen asked.
The weirdness gave him pleasant little goose bumps, but he failed to see what was special about getting inside a rubber bag.
"It's about ceding control," Erica said. "Once all the air is sucked out you won't be able to move. You'll be completely helpless and under our control."
"Ah, that's what the woman said I should do, the one who recommended I visit here. She said my anxiety stemmed from trust issues and that was causing me to pile too much work on myself. She said I needed to learn to delegate. It's tough. You can't rely on employees nowadays. It's the kids. They spend all their time on their iPads and smartphones. I have to do their work to make sure it gets done. And then I get stressed out."
Erica crouched down next to him and pushed the opening down. The rubber stretched around the sides of his face and formed a tight seal. She brought her face closer, almost as though she was shaping up to plant those full sensual lips on his in a kiss, then pulled away at the last moment.
Tease, Cohen thought.
"The normal top sheet is closed off and only has a little breathing hose for the mouth. Some people get a thrill from being blind and helpless, knowing their air could be cut off at any moment."
"But not so good with someone that suffers with anxiety," Cohen said.
"We did take that into account," Erica said.
"So I get the training wheels," he said. It felt like he was staring out through a rubber porthole.
"This model is quite popular with our other clients," Erica said.
"Gives us much better access for when they want us to smother them with our asses," Eunice said. She turned and pinched the cheek of quite possibly the finest bottom Cohen had ever seen in the flesh.
"Is there a model with another hole, lower down?" Cohen motioned with his eyes to his crotch.
"That one costs extra," Erica said.
That meant it was possible then, Cohen thought. He might enquire just how much when arranging his next session.
Eunice flicked the switch on the vacuum cleaner and the motor started up with a whine. All over his body Cohen felt the supple surface of the latex sheets brush against and wrap around his skin. He shifted into a more comfortable position as the air was drawn out of the bag and the warm sheets moulded tightly to the contours of his body. The rubber was so tight it formed a second skin pressing all across his body. It felt a little unusual—but not really the kind of thing that would have him jizzing in his pants like it probably did for some fetishists.
With Cohen firmly constrained, Erica turned a valve on the bottom of the bed and Eunice disconnected the hose from the vacuum cleaner.
"How does that feel?" Erica asked.
"Like I've been shrink-wrapped," Cohen said, which was more or less the truth.
He wriggled experimentally. The rubber gave a little, but not much.
"A quite effective form of restraint, would you agree?" Erica said.
He wriggled harder. The soft latex had formed a second skin encasing him.
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he said.
"That would be the point. Anxious?"
"A little," Cohen said. "But I'm guessing that's also the point—to enable me to get over it."
Erica and Eunice gripped each side of the vac-bed and tilted it up to vertical. Immobilized, Cohen watched them through the face hole as they lifted him up off the floor and attached the frame to hooks hanging down from the ceiling.
"I feel like Han Solo encased in carbonite," Cohen said.
The other girls said nothing.
"Not Star Wars fans then," Cohen said.
Apparently not. The girls didn't say anything as they stepped back to admire their work.
"What now?" Cohen asked.
"We've tied you up..." Erica started.
"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Shiborito in the Bag, part 1
I had to put Okasare Kenny on hold while I sorted some things out as I mentioned last week. I know some readers weren't too happy with this. I wasn't either, but I realised I'd spread myself too thin and needed to focus on finishing off the things that had been hanging around for far longer (like Succubus Summoning 201!). While I straighten out some behind-scenes stuff here's a new story to tide you over until I get some new Sandwiched by shorts out. It's from my stockpile of already-complete stories waiting for the next collection in case some of you are worried I've lurched off in another direction or whether this one will be left incomplete.
Some of these characters might be familiar...
Shiborito in the Bag
The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley. Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet. Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky. He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went down.
The door was answered by a statuesque blonde and Cohen resisted the strong urge to let his jaw fall open like a trapdoor. He couldn't resist staring at her bosom. It was hard to miss. She was over six foot; he barely made five-and-a-half. That put her chest right in his eyeline and it was certainly eye-catching.
As big as your head, Cohen thought.
Her boobs were wrapped in extremely tight black latex. The material was glossy and stretched taut by her considerable chest. There was nothing covering her midriff and below the waist she was wearing nothing more than glossy black panties and fishnet stockings.
Cohen guessed that meant he had the right place then.
"I'm Paul, Paul Cohen," he said. "I think we spoke on the phone."
"So we did," the girl who advertised as Mistress Erica said.
Cohen was surprised at how good-looking she was. Her body was obviously amazing, but a lot of girls of her stature tended to look a little too masculine. Too rough. Her body was so amazing that, by rights, her face shouldn't match. Why else would she be here? But no, Cohen was wrong on that. She had the heart-shaped face and delicate features of a real beauty. Her size was the only thing not feminine about her. Everything else was front-cover glamour model. Maybe it was her size that held her back. She was tall enough to be a catwalk model but was far too curvaceous. They preferred beanpoles. Their loss.
"Come in," Mistress Erica said. Her glossy red lips turned up at the corners in a sultry smile.
Cohen got to admire more of her figure as he crossed the threshold and followed her down a bland corridor. Her outfit hid hardly anything and Cohen's heart rate quickened as he looked at the enticing swell of her ass. She looked like the over-glamorised street hooker of film fantasy, but she was right here—in the flesh—before him.
"Um, I've never done this before," Cohen confessed as Erica led him deeper into her parlour.
Mistress Erica looked back at him and smiled. "That's no problem at all."
"I have problems with anxiety," Cohen continued. "I get stressed out really easily. Too easily. A friend suggested a session with you might help."
"They did," Erica said.
"Yes," Cohen said. "They said I had problems delegating and trusting others. They thought it would be good for me to cede control to someone else in a controlled situation."
"Mmm," Erica said.
She led him through a door and into what he assumed was her dungeon. It looked more Fitness First than medieval. There were benches, stocks and other unorthodox-looking equipment, but they looked modern and had plenty of padding. There was even a wide, low bed covered in shiny black material over by the far wall. Cohen looked around and saw an impressive array of tools on the walls and in stands, ranging from the expected whips and canes to more esoteric instruments Cohen wasn't sure he wanted to know the use of.
"Um, I'm not really into the pain side of this," he said.
"No?" Erica said. She sounded disappointed.
"I don't want to go that far," he said. "I don't mind putting you in control for a session but I don't want to get hurt or be forced to do anything really disgusting."
"Hmm." Erica put a finger to her full lips and pondered. Cohen noticed she had a false nail that was jet-black in colour and tapered to a long point like a talon.
They were interrupted by the door at the far end of the room opening and another girl walking in. Like Erica she was statuesque and amply stocked in the bosom department. As with Erica, her eye-catching bosom stretched her shiny rubber top almost to bursting. As with Erica, Cohen wondered what someone with such an attractive face and sexy body was doing working in a place like this. He wondered if they were related. They looked similar apart from the newcomer being a brunette rather than a blonde like Erica.
"Oh Eunice," Erica said. "I wonder if you can help Mr Cohen here. He's come in for a session, but he's new to all this and a little apprehensive."
Cohen nodded. "I don't want to be hurt," he said.
"We could start him on a little light bondage," Eunice suggested. "Maybe some tie and tease."
That didn't sound so bad, Cohen thought.
"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up. "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"
to be continued tomorrow...
Some of these characters might be familiar...
Shiborito in the Bag
The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley. Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet. Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky. He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went down.
The door was answered by a statuesque blonde and Cohen resisted the strong urge to let his jaw fall open like a trapdoor. He couldn't resist staring at her bosom. It was hard to miss. She was over six foot; he barely made five-and-a-half. That put her chest right in his eyeline and it was certainly eye-catching.
As big as your head, Cohen thought.
Her boobs were wrapped in extremely tight black latex. The material was glossy and stretched taut by her considerable chest. There was nothing covering her midriff and below the waist she was wearing nothing more than glossy black panties and fishnet stockings.
Cohen guessed that meant he had the right place then.
"I'm Paul, Paul Cohen," he said. "I think we spoke on the phone."
"So we did," the girl who advertised as Mistress Erica said.
Cohen was surprised at how good-looking she was. Her body was obviously amazing, but a lot of girls of her stature tended to look a little too masculine. Too rough. Her body was so amazing that, by rights, her face shouldn't match. Why else would she be here? But no, Cohen was wrong on that. She had the heart-shaped face and delicate features of a real beauty. Her size was the only thing not feminine about her. Everything else was front-cover glamour model. Maybe it was her size that held her back. She was tall enough to be a catwalk model but was far too curvaceous. They preferred beanpoles. Their loss.
"Come in," Mistress Erica said. Her glossy red lips turned up at the corners in a sultry smile.
Cohen got to admire more of her figure as he crossed the threshold and followed her down a bland corridor. Her outfit hid hardly anything and Cohen's heart rate quickened as he looked at the enticing swell of her ass. She looked like the over-glamorised street hooker of film fantasy, but she was right here—in the flesh—before him.
"Um, I've never done this before," Cohen confessed as Erica led him deeper into her parlour.
Mistress Erica looked back at him and smiled. "That's no problem at all."
"I have problems with anxiety," Cohen continued. "I get stressed out really easily. Too easily. A friend suggested a session with you might help."
"They did," Erica said.
"Yes," Cohen said. "They said I had problems delegating and trusting others. They thought it would be good for me to cede control to someone else in a controlled situation."
"Mmm," Erica said.
She led him through a door and into what he assumed was her dungeon. It looked more Fitness First than medieval. There were benches, stocks and other unorthodox-looking equipment, but they looked modern and had plenty of padding. There was even a wide, low bed covered in shiny black material over by the far wall. Cohen looked around and saw an impressive array of tools on the walls and in stands, ranging from the expected whips and canes to more esoteric instruments Cohen wasn't sure he wanted to know the use of.
"Um, I'm not really into the pain side of this," he said.
"No?" Erica said. She sounded disappointed.
"I don't want to go that far," he said. "I don't mind putting you in control for a session but I don't want to get hurt or be forced to do anything really disgusting."
"Hmm." Erica put a finger to her full lips and pondered. Cohen noticed she had a false nail that was jet-black in colour and tapered to a long point like a talon.
They were interrupted by the door at the far end of the room opening and another girl walking in. Like Erica she was statuesque and amply stocked in the bosom department. As with Erica, her eye-catching bosom stretched her shiny rubber top almost to bursting. As with Erica, Cohen wondered what someone with such an attractive face and sexy body was doing working in a place like this. He wondered if they were related. They looked similar apart from the newcomer being a brunette rather than a blonde like Erica.
"Oh Eunice," Erica said. "I wonder if you can help Mr Cohen here. He's come in for a session, but he's new to all this and a little apprehensive."
Cohen nodded. "I don't want to be hurt," he said.
"We could start him on a little light bondage," Eunice suggested. "Maybe some tie and tease."
That didn't sound so bad, Cohen thought.
"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up. "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"
to be continued tomorrow...
Sunday, June 07, 2015
Okasare Kenny 2-4: Asphya
It's time for the boss to put in an appearance...
2-4: Asphya
Celestrico paused. She cocked her head. Her eyes widened in alarm.
"Gas trap! Hold your breath, now!"
A vent opened up in the wall and squirted a jet of pink gas into the tunnel. Both of them were surrounded by a thick cloud. Thankfully, Celestrico's warning had given Ken enough time to take a deep breath and hold it. He waited for the cloud to dissipate. Celestrico flapped her wings to clear the cloud and it didn't take long for the tunnel to clear.
"What was that?" he asked.
"A defence mechanism," Celestrico explained. "The gas is a potent mixture of aphrodisiacs and pheromones."
Was that all? Ken thought. From her reaction he'd thought it was deadly poison gas.
"If you'd inhaled any you'd most likely be on the floor now, wanking yourself into a stupor. Or trying to fuck me," she added with obvious distaste.
"Thanks. Spare my feelings, why don't you," Ken said sarcastically. "I take it the mighty hero on a quest to slay the demon queen isn't a turn-on for you."
"Sorry, you're not my type," Celestrico said.
Friend-zoned! a little voice chimed in Ken's head.
Typical. The one devil girl that didn't appear to want to suck out all his life... and he wasn't her type. If this was a wet dream, it was a particularly inept one.
Celestrico's tail whirled around while she cleared the last wisps of gas tickling around their ankles.
"Seems a bit of a weaksauce defence mechanism," Ken said. "I'd have thought there were easier ways to incapacitate an intruder than making them wank themselves into a stupor."
Celestrico shrugged. "Get too aroused and the Latex Womb absorbs you," she said.
Ken glanced suspiciously at the glossy black walls surrounding them. Okay, no more ogling Celestrico's ass he thought.
They advanced further down the tunnel.
"Don't try to take the fight to Asphya." Celestrico continued with her battle advice. "You won't catch her and you'll only tire yourself out. Let her come to you. When she does, don't try and hit her with heavy attacks. She'll just dodge them. Use quick attacks—short jabs of your sword. You won't hit her, but they won't use up too much stamina. Make her do the running around. Wear her out. That way you'll be victorious."
Celestrico stopped. The tunnel opened out ahead of them into a big, latex-walled cavern.
"It's through there," she said. "Good luck."
This is it then, Ken thought. He gripped his sword and marched forwards. He could do this. He was the chosen hero. He'd already taken down Sulpa the succubus.
He walked out into the cavern. The air here was warm and very humid. Mist pooled around his ankles like dry ice. The floor beneath him was still as springy as if he was walking across a bouncy castle.
Fighting on this is going to be fun, he thought.
So where was Asphya?
It didn't take long for his question to be answered. An orifice in the far wall opened up and a squirming black figure gave vent to a long, ecstatic moan as it was excreted out onto the floor of the cavern. The figure uncurled into the shape of a woman covered from head to toe in glossy black latex. The rubber was stretched tight over her body like a second skin. The only way Ken could tell she was in fact female was through the two bulges at her chest. As with Celestrico and Sulpa, Asphya was endowed with a large pair of breasts.
He couldn't see her face. It was covered in an equally glossy black gas mask. Wild blue eyes stared out behind thick glass eye windows. A short length of rubber hose hung down from the bottom of the mask. Ken was disturbed to notice that it resembled a gas mask without exactly being a gas mask. There was something disconcertingly organic about it, and he couldn't see where the mask ended and her catsuit—if it was a catsuit and not her skin—began.
Other mighty heroes got to battle against massive dragons and evil sorcerers. Ken had to fight a fetish pin-up in a gas mask and latex catsuit.
He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He was inside a giant rubber vagina after all.
Asphya crouched down on all fours. Challenge flashed in her blue eyes. She charged.
2-4: Asphya
Celestrico paused. She cocked her head. Her eyes widened in alarm.
"Gas trap! Hold your breath, now!"
A vent opened up in the wall and squirted a jet of pink gas into the tunnel. Both of them were surrounded by a thick cloud. Thankfully, Celestrico's warning had given Ken enough time to take a deep breath and hold it. He waited for the cloud to dissipate. Celestrico flapped her wings to clear the cloud and it didn't take long for the tunnel to clear.
"What was that?" he asked.
"A defence mechanism," Celestrico explained. "The gas is a potent mixture of aphrodisiacs and pheromones."
Was that all? Ken thought. From her reaction he'd thought it was deadly poison gas.
"If you'd inhaled any you'd most likely be on the floor now, wanking yourself into a stupor. Or trying to fuck me," she added with obvious distaste.
"Thanks. Spare my feelings, why don't you," Ken said sarcastically. "I take it the mighty hero on a quest to slay the demon queen isn't a turn-on for you."
"Sorry, you're not my type," Celestrico said.
Friend-zoned! a little voice chimed in Ken's head.
Typical. The one devil girl that didn't appear to want to suck out all his life... and he wasn't her type. If this was a wet dream, it was a particularly inept one.
Celestrico's tail whirled around while she cleared the last wisps of gas tickling around their ankles.
"Seems a bit of a weaksauce defence mechanism," Ken said. "I'd have thought there were easier ways to incapacitate an intruder than making them wank themselves into a stupor."
Celestrico shrugged. "Get too aroused and the Latex Womb absorbs you," she said.
Ken glanced suspiciously at the glossy black walls surrounding them. Okay, no more ogling Celestrico's ass he thought.
They advanced further down the tunnel.
"Don't try to take the fight to Asphya." Celestrico continued with her battle advice. "You won't catch her and you'll only tire yourself out. Let her come to you. When she does, don't try and hit her with heavy attacks. She'll just dodge them. Use quick attacks—short jabs of your sword. You won't hit her, but they won't use up too much stamina. Make her do the running around. Wear her out. That way you'll be victorious."
Celestrico stopped. The tunnel opened out ahead of them into a big, latex-walled cavern.
"It's through there," she said. "Good luck."
This is it then, Ken thought. He gripped his sword and marched forwards. He could do this. He was the chosen hero. He'd already taken down Sulpa the succubus.
He walked out into the cavern. The air here was warm and very humid. Mist pooled around his ankles like dry ice. The floor beneath him was still as springy as if he was walking across a bouncy castle.
Fighting on this is going to be fun, he thought.
So where was Asphya?
It didn't take long for his question to be answered. An orifice in the far wall opened up and a squirming black figure gave vent to a long, ecstatic moan as it was excreted out onto the floor of the cavern. The figure uncurled into the shape of a woman covered from head to toe in glossy black latex. The rubber was stretched tight over her body like a second skin. The only way Ken could tell she was in fact female was through the two bulges at her chest. As with Celestrico and Sulpa, Asphya was endowed with a large pair of breasts.
He couldn't see her face. It was covered in an equally glossy black gas mask. Wild blue eyes stared out behind thick glass eye windows. A short length of rubber hose hung down from the bottom of the mask. Ken was disturbed to notice that it resembled a gas mask without exactly being a gas mask. There was something disconcertingly organic about it, and he couldn't see where the mask ended and her catsuit—if it was a catsuit and not her skin—began.
Other mighty heroes got to battle against massive dragons and evil sorcerers. Ken had to fight a fetish pin-up in a gas mask and latex catsuit.
He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He was inside a giant rubber vagina after all.
Asphya crouched down on all fours. Challenge flashed in her blue eyes. She charged.
to be continued...
Saturday, June 06, 2015
Okasare Kenny 2-3: Asphya
Asphya 2-3
There was no mistaking what he was seeing. Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"
"What's wrong?" Celestrico asked.
"What... that!" He pointed at the oversized modern art sculpture waiting at the end of the path.
"What about it?"
"Oh come on. There's no way that's natural or belongs there."
"Of course not. It's demonic in origin," Celestrico said.
"It's... it's..."
Ken couldn't find the words. It was a giant vagina made out of rubber and embedded in the side of a cliff face. That shit was just totally wrong.
"The demonic has that effect on the human mind," Celestrico said sagely.
This was too fucked up, Ken thought. This couldn't be real. He must be dreaming. Yes, that had to be it. He hadn't gotten laid or jerked off for so long his subconscious mind was flooding his dreams with pervy imagery.
Celestrico had continued on a little way ahead of him. She turned back. "Stop ogling the giant pussy. We have a womb to purify."
Ken pinched himself.
That didn't do anything so he had no other option but to follow Celestrico.
The air grew thicker and warmer as they approached the cave—Ken refused to think of it as a pussy—entrance. The surface was unmistakably inflated black rubber. Running his hand across it confirmed it was exactly as it appeared. For the Latex Womb latex did in fact appear to mean latex.
The puffed up edges of the entrance slowly dilated as if breathing. A faint sigh, barely audible, emanated from the depths.
"Is it alive?" he asked.
"Not in any sense you'd understand," Celestrico answered.
Which wasn't really an answer at all, when Ken thought about it. Oh well. More demon-y weirdness, he guessed.
They clambered up onto a low ridge that gave slightly beneath their weight. It felt very much like stepping on a giant rubber inflatable to Ken. They passed between the vertical lips of the cave entrance. A long, rubber-walled tunnel stretched ahead of them. The walls and floor were dimpled. It reminded Ken of inflatable mattresses. It even felt like he was walking on top of an inflatable mattress.
This was all too fucked up to be any kind of reality, Ken thought. Too artificial. The walls reminded him of backdrops he'd seen in fetish photoshoots. Could he be on the set of a particularly sadistic reality TV show? Nah, not even the most sociopathic of TV execs would be allowed to wipe the memory of contestants.
Surely?
He felt a faint breeze on his face. The airflow carried the scent of musky sweat and rubber, and was thick like a jungle stew. The rubber walls were so dripping with condensation they appeared to be perspiring.
Celestrico and Ken walked further down the tunnel. Their way was lit up by strange bladders in the ceiling filled with phosphorescent gel. Ken heard strange hissing and wheezing sounds all around him, like air passing through great bellows. The walls moved in and out as if breathing.
"The womb isn't far," Celestrico said. "But before we can destroy it we have to defeat its guardian—Asphya. At least with Asphya we won't have the same problem you had with Sulpa."
She looked reproachfully at Ken.
"It's not my fault you sounded less plausible than her," Ken complained.
"Too busy staring at her tits more like," Celestrico sniped.
"You keep bringing Sulpa's tits up. Is it because you're jealous they're bigger than yours," Ken sniped back.
Celestrico clouted him around the ear.
"Stay focused, Kenny!" she ordered. "Sulpa is done. Asphya is our objective now."
"It's Ken," Ken corrected.
Celestrico ignored him. "First the good news—Asphya isn't very strong. If you can get hold of her, you will overpower her.
"Now the bad—getting hold of her will be very difficult. She's very quick and agile.
"Her favourite strategy—and turn on—is to run her opponent out of breath. She'll use her speed and agility to get within your range and then dodge out before you can hit her. She'll try to provoke you into swinging wildly at her until you run out of stamina.
"Don't do this. Don't chase after her. Don't—"
Celestrico paused. She cocked her head. Her eyes widened in alarm.
"Gas trap! Hold your breath, now!"
Traps. Ooo, how exciting. To be continued...
There was no mistaking what he was seeing. Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"
"What's wrong?" Celestrico asked.
"What... that!" He pointed at the oversized modern art sculpture waiting at the end of the path.
"What about it?"
"Oh come on. There's no way that's natural or belongs there."
"Of course not. It's demonic in origin," Celestrico said.
"It's... it's..."
Ken couldn't find the words. It was a giant vagina made out of rubber and embedded in the side of a cliff face. That shit was just totally wrong.
"The demonic has that effect on the human mind," Celestrico said sagely.
This was too fucked up, Ken thought. This couldn't be real. He must be dreaming. Yes, that had to be it. He hadn't gotten laid or jerked off for so long his subconscious mind was flooding his dreams with pervy imagery.
Celestrico had continued on a little way ahead of him. She turned back. "Stop ogling the giant pussy. We have a womb to purify."
Ken pinched himself.
That didn't do anything so he had no other option but to follow Celestrico.
The air grew thicker and warmer as they approached the cave—Ken refused to think of it as a pussy—entrance. The surface was unmistakably inflated black rubber. Running his hand across it confirmed it was exactly as it appeared. For the Latex Womb latex did in fact appear to mean latex.
The puffed up edges of the entrance slowly dilated as if breathing. A faint sigh, barely audible, emanated from the depths.
"Is it alive?" he asked.
"Not in any sense you'd understand," Celestrico answered.
Which wasn't really an answer at all, when Ken thought about it. Oh well. More demon-y weirdness, he guessed.
They clambered up onto a low ridge that gave slightly beneath their weight. It felt very much like stepping on a giant rubber inflatable to Ken. They passed between the vertical lips of the cave entrance. A long, rubber-walled tunnel stretched ahead of them. The walls and floor were dimpled. It reminded Ken of inflatable mattresses. It even felt like he was walking on top of an inflatable mattress.
This was all too fucked up to be any kind of reality, Ken thought. Too artificial. The walls reminded him of backdrops he'd seen in fetish photoshoots. Could he be on the set of a particularly sadistic reality TV show? Nah, not even the most sociopathic of TV execs would be allowed to wipe the memory of contestants.
Surely?
He felt a faint breeze on his face. The airflow carried the scent of musky sweat and rubber, and was thick like a jungle stew. The rubber walls were so dripping with condensation they appeared to be perspiring.
Celestrico and Ken walked further down the tunnel. Their way was lit up by strange bladders in the ceiling filled with phosphorescent gel. Ken heard strange hissing and wheezing sounds all around him, like air passing through great bellows. The walls moved in and out as if breathing.
"The womb isn't far," Celestrico said. "But before we can destroy it we have to defeat its guardian—Asphya. At least with Asphya we won't have the same problem you had with Sulpa."
She looked reproachfully at Ken.
"It's not my fault you sounded less plausible than her," Ken complained.
"Too busy staring at her tits more like," Celestrico sniped.
"You keep bringing Sulpa's tits up. Is it because you're jealous they're bigger than yours," Ken sniped back.
Celestrico clouted him around the ear.
"Stay focused, Kenny!" she ordered. "Sulpa is done. Asphya is our objective now."
"It's Ken," Ken corrected.
Celestrico ignored him. "First the good news—Asphya isn't very strong. If you can get hold of her, you will overpower her.
"Now the bad—getting hold of her will be very difficult. She's very quick and agile.
"Her favourite strategy—and turn on—is to run her opponent out of breath. She'll use her speed and agility to get within your range and then dodge out before you can hit her. She'll try to provoke you into swinging wildly at her until you run out of stamina.
"Don't do this. Don't chase after her. Don't—"
Celestrico paused. She cocked her head. Her eyes widened in alarm.
"Gas trap! Hold your breath, now!"
Traps. Ooo, how exciting. To be continued...
Friday, June 05, 2015
Okasare Kenny 2-2: Asphya
Continuing the serial I started back here.
2-2: Asphya
"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance. "Next we take on Asphya."
"Who is Asphya?" Ken asked.
"Asphya is the guardian of the Latex Womb."
"Guardian? That doesn't sound very evil."
"Many foul abominations are birthed from the Latex Womb. And unless it is destroyed, the demon queen can never truly be defeated. Even if you do manage to beat her, her spirit will simply return to the Latex Womb and grow a new form."
"So we have to destroy the Latex Womb first."
"Precisely. You're not as dumb as you look."
"Thanks," Ken said sarcastically.
His clouded memories knew of latex as both a rubber and a type of fetishistic clothing. And also—and he had no idea which part of his closed-off memories this came from—a really fucking annoying word processor. He assumed the use of latex in the name Latex Womb was just a coincidence.
The route to the Latex Womb took them back up into the hills. Throughout the journey Ken saw no other travellers or any sign of human habitation. When he pointed this out to Celestrico she rolled her eyes as if he'd just asked a really stupid question.
"This territory belongs to the demon queen. Of course there are no humans here."
"Okay, in that case, where are the demons?"
"Well they're not going to be here are they. There are no humans to feed upon."
Ken felt he was missing something here.
"Then why have territory at all?" he asked.
"Because she's the demon queen," Celestrico answered as if it made perfect sense. Maybe it did to a demon.
Although they were heading back uphill, the air lost none of its warmth. If anything the atmosphere seemed to be getting warmer and muggier. The territory grew progressively rockier on either side of the road. Clumps of boulders became looming rock faces on either side of them. Ken hoped Celestrico was correct and there were no demons lurking about. This was typical bandit country—perfect for ambushes.
"Who did the demon queen steal this land from originally?" Ken asked.
"Why do you care?"
"If I'm a hero, surely I'm trying to take back the land on behalf of someone."
"There is no need for there to be a someone," Celestrico said. "The demon queen is a monster. Heroes take what they want from monsters. That's what makes them heroes."
"Heroes kinda sound like dicks," Ken said.
"To a demon that's all you are—a nice, juicy dick to be sucked and sucked until nothing is left."
There was a brightness to Celestrico's eyes that was totally unwholesome.
"I'm not sure whether I should be turned on or revolted," Ken said.
They followed the road upwards. The canyon walls rose higher on each side of them.
"Ah, here we are. The Latex Womb," Celestrico said.
The road turned a corner and opened out into a wider space ringed with high stone walls. Strange rock formations rose up on either side of the natural amphitheatre. They looked like the legs of a great stone giant. In fact, it looked like a massive giant had fallen on their back with their—her?—legs wide open. The road terminated at a cave entrance in the rock wall where the two rocky outcrops reminiscent of legs came together. The location and shape of the cave entrance too closely resembled a female vagina to be accidental.
That wasn't the thing that bothered Ken the most.
The area surrounding the entrance and the walls within it were covered in a glossy black material. The surfaces of this material were smooth and puffed out as though they were the skin to a massive inflatable.
There was no mistaking what he was seeing. Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"
2-2: Asphya
"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance. "Next we take on Asphya."
"Who is Asphya?" Ken asked.
"Asphya is the guardian of the Latex Womb."
"Guardian? That doesn't sound very evil."
"Many foul abominations are birthed from the Latex Womb. And unless it is destroyed, the demon queen can never truly be defeated. Even if you do manage to beat her, her spirit will simply return to the Latex Womb and grow a new form."
"So we have to destroy the Latex Womb first."
"Precisely. You're not as dumb as you look."
"Thanks," Ken said sarcastically.
His clouded memories knew of latex as both a rubber and a type of fetishistic clothing. And also—and he had no idea which part of his closed-off memories this came from—a really fucking annoying word processor. He assumed the use of latex in the name Latex Womb was just a coincidence.
The route to the Latex Womb took them back up into the hills. Throughout the journey Ken saw no other travellers or any sign of human habitation. When he pointed this out to Celestrico she rolled her eyes as if he'd just asked a really stupid question.
"This territory belongs to the demon queen. Of course there are no humans here."
"Okay, in that case, where are the demons?"
"Well they're not going to be here are they. There are no humans to feed upon."
Ken felt he was missing something here.
"Then why have territory at all?" he asked.
"Because she's the demon queen," Celestrico answered as if it made perfect sense. Maybe it did to a demon.
Although they were heading back uphill, the air lost none of its warmth. If anything the atmosphere seemed to be getting warmer and muggier. The territory grew progressively rockier on either side of the road. Clumps of boulders became looming rock faces on either side of them. Ken hoped Celestrico was correct and there were no demons lurking about. This was typical bandit country—perfect for ambushes.
"Who did the demon queen steal this land from originally?" Ken asked.
"Why do you care?"
"If I'm a hero, surely I'm trying to take back the land on behalf of someone."
"There is no need for there to be a someone," Celestrico said. "The demon queen is a monster. Heroes take what they want from monsters. That's what makes them heroes."
"Heroes kinda sound like dicks," Ken said.
"To a demon that's all you are—a nice, juicy dick to be sucked and sucked until nothing is left."
There was a brightness to Celestrico's eyes that was totally unwholesome.
"I'm not sure whether I should be turned on or revolted," Ken said.
They followed the road upwards. The canyon walls rose higher on each side of them.
"Ah, here we are. The Latex Womb," Celestrico said.
The road turned a corner and opened out into a wider space ringed with high stone walls. Strange rock formations rose up on either side of the natural amphitheatre. They looked like the legs of a great stone giant. In fact, it looked like a massive giant had fallen on their back with their—her?—legs wide open. The road terminated at a cave entrance in the rock wall where the two rocky outcrops reminiscent of legs came together. The location and shape of the cave entrance too closely resembled a female vagina to be accidental.
That wasn't the thing that bothered Ken the most.
The area surrounding the entrance and the walls within it were covered in a glossy black material. The surfaces of this material were smooth and puffed out as though they were the skin to a massive inflatable.
There was no mistaking what he was seeing. Ken was looking at a ginormous vagina made out of shiny black rubber.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me!"
Nope, nothing to see here. Giant rubber vagina in a cliff face. Nothing to see at all.
Imagination, we need to have words.
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Okasare Kenny 2-1: Asphya
Welcome to Okasare Kenny, my lunatic attempt to live-write a novel/serial, daily. The first part can be found here. Currently we appear to be in a slight bind as I rather carelessly killed off my protagonist at the end of the last chapter (as you do). Normally this would present a problem for a longer novel/serial, but... well... read on for yourselves:
2-1: Asphya
Ken opened his eyes. He was outside and lying on his back. He smelt smoke, heard the crackling of flames and felt the heat of fire.
He also heard clapping.
He turned his head to see Celestrico standing by the side of the road. She was enthusiastically applauding him.
"You did it!" she said with a wide, beaming smile on her pretty face.
"I did?"
"Yes! It looked a little dicey for a while, but then you found some hidden strength and pulled through to beat her."
"I did?" Ken repeated, more uncertainly.
This time it was his short-term memory that was fucked up. He remembered entering the bordello, going upstairs with Sulpa, and then...
He sat up.
The top left quarter of Sulpa's bordello was ablaze. There was a big hole in the wall as if something had exploded outwards. Debris lay on the road all around Ken. Some of it was still on fire.
"What a fight!" Celestrico gushed. "To come back like that when all seemed lost... you're the champion that can go all the way. I'm sure of it."
Ken was still holding his sword in his left hand. The blade was drenched in red blood.
"What happened?" he asked.
"What happened? You mean you don't remember?"
Ken smiled apologetically and shook his head.
"I remember going inside... talking to Sulpa... going upstairs with her... Fuck, did I really fuck her?"
"That was a little foolish," Celestrico said. "I know I told you to pretend to be one of her victims to get close to her, but actually having sex with her was way closer than you needed to be. That was too risky. Most men are lost the moment they put their dick in a succubus's pussy."
Ken thought he had been lost. The last he remembered was a fade to black that felt disturbingly close to death.
"Not you though," Celestrico continued. "You found a hero's strength lying within you. You broke her enchantment, cast her off and then fought and defeated her. It was marvellous to watch."
"I don't remember any of it," Ken said.
"That's weird," Celestrico said. She put a finger to her lips and frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder if this is a side effect of passing through the Arch of Lee-fee. It might still be interfering with your memory."
"Sulpa said it was you messing with my head," Ken said.
Celestrico rolled her eyes. "Pulease. You're going to believe the word of a skank succubus that just tried to suck your brains out through your cock over me, your faithful guide on this difficult and extremely arduous quest?"
There was a slightly awkward pause.
"Don't tell me that's the reason you let her fuck you."
There was an even more awkward pause.
Celestrico sighed and shook her head.
"No, it's my fault," she said. "It's the risk of going with Sulpa first. She's the weakest of the thirteen, but she can be very persuasive if given the chance to talk, especially when she jiggles those big slutty titties of hers and men start listening with their second head between their legs. I should have anticipated you'd be vulnerable to that, given that you've just passed through the arch and your head is still messed up."
Celestrico lowered her head in contemplative thought.
"I could have started with one of the others," she said, "but most heroes just don't have the stats to take them on at the start. Hmm, things to consider for next time."
"Wait, next time?" Ken said.
"Yes, for the next champion to come through the arch."
"I thought you said I was the one that was going all the way."
"Yes, you are. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't have some contingency plans in place. Just in case."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Ken said.
"Stop whining," Celestrico said. "It's very unbecoming for a holy champion."
Ken shook his head in exasperation. He looked around at the devastation someone—him, apparently—had carried out on the bordello.
"So I really am some kind of powerful demon-slaying hero?" he asked.
"Better than that," Celestrico said with a smile that showed off the delicate points of her fangs. "You're a level two powerful demon-slaying hero. Ding!"
What was it with the videogame terminology? Ken thought. Sighing, he followed her down the road away from the burning bordello.
"And thus did the mighty hero, Kenny, begin his epic quest to end the reign of the demon queen by defeating the sinful and thoroughly skanky succubus, Sulpa," Celestrico said.
"It's Ken," Ken corrected. "Ken not Kenny. I don't like Kenny."
Celestrico gave no indication she'd heard him.
Ken glanced back at the burning building. That was him, apparently. Which was kind of awesome.
Sex with Sulpa had also been kind of awesome, at least at the start. Shame he'd had to kill her.
A weird thing happened as he turned his head back. For a brief moment, when the bordello was in the corner of his eye, the smoke and all the damage appeared to vanish. The building reverted to its original undamaged state.
Only for a moment.
When Ken turned back to look at the bordello directly he saw fires were still raging on the upper floor, sending a thick black pall of smoke up into the sky.
He must have imagined it, he decided. He turned back and followed Celestrico down the road.
"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance. "Next we take on Asphya."
2-1: Asphya
Ken opened his eyes. He was outside and lying on his back. He smelt smoke, heard the crackling of flames and felt the heat of fire.
He also heard clapping.
He turned his head to see Celestrico standing by the side of the road. She was enthusiastically applauding him.
"You did it!" she said with a wide, beaming smile on her pretty face.
"I did?"
"Yes! It looked a little dicey for a while, but then you found some hidden strength and pulled through to beat her."
"I did?" Ken repeated, more uncertainly.
This time it was his short-term memory that was fucked up. He remembered entering the bordello, going upstairs with Sulpa, and then...
He sat up.
The top left quarter of Sulpa's bordello was ablaze. There was a big hole in the wall as if something had exploded outwards. Debris lay on the road all around Ken. Some of it was still on fire.
"What a fight!" Celestrico gushed. "To come back like that when all seemed lost... you're the champion that can go all the way. I'm sure of it."
Ken was still holding his sword in his left hand. The blade was drenched in red blood.
"What happened?" he asked.
"What happened? You mean you don't remember?"
Ken smiled apologetically and shook his head.
"I remember going inside... talking to Sulpa... going upstairs with her... Fuck, did I really fuck her?"
"That was a little foolish," Celestrico said. "I know I told you to pretend to be one of her victims to get close to her, but actually having sex with her was way closer than you needed to be. That was too risky. Most men are lost the moment they put their dick in a succubus's pussy."
Ken thought he had been lost. The last he remembered was a fade to black that felt disturbingly close to death.
"Not you though," Celestrico continued. "You found a hero's strength lying within you. You broke her enchantment, cast her off and then fought and defeated her. It was marvellous to watch."
"I don't remember any of it," Ken said.
"That's weird," Celestrico said. She put a finger to her lips and frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder if this is a side effect of passing through the Arch of Lee-fee. It might still be interfering with your memory."
"Sulpa said it was you messing with my head," Ken said.
Celestrico rolled her eyes. "Pulease. You're going to believe the word of a skank succubus that just tried to suck your brains out through your cock over me, your faithful guide on this difficult and extremely arduous quest?"
There was a slightly awkward pause.
"Don't tell me that's the reason you let her fuck you."
There was an even more awkward pause.
Celestrico sighed and shook her head.
"No, it's my fault," she said. "It's the risk of going with Sulpa first. She's the weakest of the thirteen, but she can be very persuasive if given the chance to talk, especially when she jiggles those big slutty titties of hers and men start listening with their second head between their legs. I should have anticipated you'd be vulnerable to that, given that you've just passed through the arch and your head is still messed up."
Celestrico lowered her head in contemplative thought.
"I could have started with one of the others," she said, "but most heroes just don't have the stats to take them on at the start. Hmm, things to consider for next time."
"Wait, next time?" Ken said.
"Yes, for the next champion to come through the arch."
"I thought you said I was the one that was going all the way."
"Yes, you are. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't have some contingency plans in place. Just in case."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Ken said.
"Stop whining," Celestrico said. "It's very unbecoming for a holy champion."
Ken shook his head in exasperation. He looked around at the devastation someone—him, apparently—had carried out on the bordello.
"So I really am some kind of powerful demon-slaying hero?" he asked.
"Better than that," Celestrico said with a smile that showed off the delicate points of her fangs. "You're a level two powerful demon-slaying hero. Ding!"
What was it with the videogame terminology? Ken thought. Sighing, he followed her down the road away from the burning bordello.
"And thus did the mighty hero, Kenny, begin his epic quest to end the reign of the demon queen by defeating the sinful and thoroughly skanky succubus, Sulpa," Celestrico said.
"It's Ken," Ken corrected. "Ken not Kenny. I don't like Kenny."
Celestrico gave no indication she'd heard him.
Ken glanced back at the burning building. That was him, apparently. Which was kind of awesome.
Sex with Sulpa had also been kind of awesome, at least at the start. Shame he'd had to kill her.
A weird thing happened as he turned his head back. For a brief moment, when the bordello was in the corner of his eye, the smoke and all the damage appeared to vanish. The building reverted to its original undamaged state.
Only for a moment.
When Ken turned back to look at the bordello directly he saw fires were still raging on the upper floor, sending a thick black pall of smoke up into the sky.
He must have imagined it, he decided. He turned back and followed Celestrico down the road.
"That's Sulpa down," Celestrico said as the burning ruins of the bordello faded into the distance. "Next we take on Asphya."
Questions... questions...
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-8: Sulpa
So who's messing with poor Kenny's head more - Celestrico or Sulpa? Time for the last part of Chapter 1.
1-8: Sulpa
"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said. "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life. Right?"
He said it more in hope than anything. He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.
Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously. She caressed his cheek. "No. This is not pretend. My demon pussy really is going to suck out all your life."
So much for that then.
"Whatever happened to good business sense?" he asked.
Sulpa smiled. "There are always more foolhardy adventurers."
And so much for sensible logic.
Sulpa inhaled. Her vagina inhaled. It didn't matter Ken had come only moments before. His cock was rock-hard within her snug sheath and his arousal was being tugged higher and higher.
"There was one thing I didn't lie about," Sulpa said. "The feeding process is extremely pleasurable for my victims."
She inhaled again and the fleshy walls of her vagina pulsed and fluttered around his erection. It felt like many dextrous fingers stroking up and down his shaft.
"If my clients could come back, I'm sure they would," Sulpa said.
She clutched her big boobs and moaned in pleasure as she rode Ken's squirming form. Within her pussy the membrane wrapped around Ken's glans pulsed like the bell of a jellyfish.
"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed. "I promised you big, fat, juicy orgasms."
The stretchy membrane at the back of her vagina stretched taut across the swollen tip of his cock. Her whole body inhaled.
Ken grunted and shuddered as she sucked one of those big, fat, juicy orgasms out of him. He spurted another massive load of cum into the tight clasp of her pussy. Again that membrane greedily drank up every drop of his issue. The nimbus around Sulpa's horns changed to a soft white glow. As Ken bucked and pumped his semen up into her, the veins inside her translucent horns throbbed white.
"So nice," Sulpa murmured.
She hadn't lied about it being pleasurable. Ken felt satisfied like he'd never before been satisfied—either through great sex or epic porn-fuelled masturbation sessions.
"There's no need to be afraid," Sulpa said. "This is what it feels like—one big, fat, juicy orgasm after another."
Ken disagreed. There was plenty of need to be afraid when it was his life slowly being drained away.
Sulpa's soft pussy throbbed and squeezed. The whole of Ken's still-hard erection felt warm and pleasantly tingly. Another flex, another suck, and Ken was coming again. His thoughts were whited out by the pleasurable throbs of ejaculation as he released his semen—and more of his life—deep inside her.
Sulpa cooed with pleasure. She pursed her fulsome lips and exhaled a little plume of white smoke. Her horns had filled with so much white they were opaque and milky-white in colour.
"Mmm. One big, fat, juicy orgasm after another," she sighed. Her eyes were also filling up—becoming cloudy-white in colour.
Her pussy flexed... squeezed. Another orgasm erupted from Ken. It felt like it had been dragged up from his toes.
Fuck, this was happening. Really happening. He was going to die here. That couldn't be right. Wasn't he supposed to be the chosen hero? He couldn't fall to the first boss like this.
Sulpa fell forward on top of him. Her body covered Ken like a warm blanket. She wrapped her arms around him and her lips found his. She lost him in another dreamy kiss. The cushioned walls of her vagina continued to throb around his over-sensitised cock. Slow this time. Slow and sensuous. When the orgasm came it bubbled up out of him like gas escaping a deep ocean vent. When it burst on the surface, pleasure washed all through his body. Washed everything else away.
Another bubble welled up. And another. And another.
Ken was lost in a dreamlike cocoon of bliss. Uncomfortable niggling sensations of his skin starting to pull tight against his bones and his internal organs beginning to crinkle up couldn't penetrate. There was only Sulpa and her warm body on top of his, her soft lips against his, her softer vagina gently sucking on his erection...
Another big bubble welled up and burst with a blissful plop.
Mercifully, Ken had already drifted away into pleasant oblivion when his organs started to fail.
Goddammit Horror-Head! I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and off my protagonist. This is supposed to be a full novel, not one of my short stories. We do not let our sexy succubi eat the main guy in a full novel. That's just... grrr!
Oh well, next up: OkasareKenny Someone Else: Asphya
1-8: Sulpa
"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said. "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life. Right?"
He said it more in hope than anything. He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.
Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously. She caressed his cheek. "No. This is not pretend. My demon pussy really is going to suck out all your life."
So much for that then.
"Whatever happened to good business sense?" he asked.
Sulpa smiled. "There are always more foolhardy adventurers."
And so much for sensible logic.
Sulpa inhaled. Her vagina inhaled. It didn't matter Ken had come only moments before. His cock was rock-hard within her snug sheath and his arousal was being tugged higher and higher.
"There was one thing I didn't lie about," Sulpa said. "The feeding process is extremely pleasurable for my victims."
She inhaled again and the fleshy walls of her vagina pulsed and fluttered around his erection. It felt like many dextrous fingers stroking up and down his shaft.
"If my clients could come back, I'm sure they would," Sulpa said.
She clutched her big boobs and moaned in pleasure as she rode Ken's squirming form. Within her pussy the membrane wrapped around Ken's glans pulsed like the bell of a jellyfish.
"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed. "I promised you big, fat, juicy orgasms."
The stretchy membrane at the back of her vagina stretched taut across the swollen tip of his cock. Her whole body inhaled.
Ken grunted and shuddered as she sucked one of those big, fat, juicy orgasms out of him. He spurted another massive load of cum into the tight clasp of her pussy. Again that membrane greedily drank up every drop of his issue. The nimbus around Sulpa's horns changed to a soft white glow. As Ken bucked and pumped his semen up into her, the veins inside her translucent horns throbbed white.
"So nice," Sulpa murmured.
She hadn't lied about it being pleasurable. Ken felt satisfied like he'd never before been satisfied—either through great sex or epic porn-fuelled masturbation sessions.
"There's no need to be afraid," Sulpa said. "This is what it feels like—one big, fat, juicy orgasm after another."
Ken disagreed. There was plenty of need to be afraid when it was his life slowly being drained away.
Sulpa's soft pussy throbbed and squeezed. The whole of Ken's still-hard erection felt warm and pleasantly tingly. Another flex, another suck, and Ken was coming again. His thoughts were whited out by the pleasurable throbs of ejaculation as he released his semen—and more of his life—deep inside her.
Sulpa cooed with pleasure. She pursed her fulsome lips and exhaled a little plume of white smoke. Her horns had filled with so much white they were opaque and milky-white in colour.
"Mmm. One big, fat, juicy orgasm after another," she sighed. Her eyes were also filling up—becoming cloudy-white in colour.
Her pussy flexed... squeezed. Another orgasm erupted from Ken. It felt like it had been dragged up from his toes.
Fuck, this was happening. Really happening. He was going to die here. That couldn't be right. Wasn't he supposed to be the chosen hero? He couldn't fall to the first boss like this.
Sulpa fell forward on top of him. Her body covered Ken like a warm blanket. She wrapped her arms around him and her lips found his. She lost him in another dreamy kiss. The cushioned walls of her vagina continued to throb around his over-sensitised cock. Slow this time. Slow and sensuous. When the orgasm came it bubbled up out of him like gas escaping a deep ocean vent. When it burst on the surface, pleasure washed all through his body. Washed everything else away.
Another bubble welled up. And another. And another.
Ken was lost in a dreamlike cocoon of bliss. Uncomfortable niggling sensations of his skin starting to pull tight against his bones and his internal organs beginning to crinkle up couldn't penetrate. There was only Sulpa and her warm body on top of his, her soft lips against his, her softer vagina gently sucking on his erection...
Another big bubble welled up and burst with a blissful plop.
Mercifully, Ken had already drifted away into pleasant oblivion when his organs started to fail.
Goddammit Horror-Head! I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and off my protagonist. This is supposed to be a full novel, not one of my short stories. We do not let our sexy succubi eat the main guy in a full novel. That's just... grrr!
Oh well, next up: Okasare
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-7: Sulpa
Welcome to Okasare Kenny, one author's foolhardy attempt to live-write a novel and post it on his blog, daily (sort of). The first part can be found here. Last up our hero found himself in a very precarious (but sexy) predicament.
1-7: Sulpa
"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said. "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."
Ken's surprise at this sudden turn of events was overtaken by a more pressing biological function. Sulpa's pussy throbbed around his cock and his arousal—already hovering just below the brink—finally bubbled over. Ken grunted and his body bucked involuntarily as a powerful orgasm surged through him. Sulpa rode his body like a wave. Her vagina remained as tight a hold on his erection as a vacuum tube. Ken's cock swelled within the cushioned grip of her pussy and deposited a massive load of semen into her smothering flesh.
"Mmm, delicious," Sulpa sighed.
Whatever membrane enfolded the tip of her cock greedily absorbed his cum right down to the last drop.
It absorbed something else as well.
Was absorbing.
It had come out with his ejaculation and continued to flow out of his penis like air from a punctured balloon. Ken felt like he was deflating in the same way.
"Can you feel my delectable little pussy draining all your strength," Sulpa teased.
The soft fleshy walls of her vagina squeezed and throbbed around him. The sinfully slippery membrane at the end continued to draw his strength out through his cock. Her translucent horns were picked out in the darkness with a faint red nimbus. The same red glow travelled up inside them in pulsing veins.
Ken realised too late what Celestrico had meant when she'd told him it wasn't Sulpa's normal mouth he should fear.
What insanity had possessed him to make him think going to bed with Sulpa was a good idea? His head was still fogged with it even now. At the back of his mind a soothing voice kept telling him to ignore what was happening, to not worry, to lie back and enjoy it.
He had to shake it off.
Sulpa's soft pussy clenched tighter around him and she moaned in pleasure as Ken weakened beneath her.
Had to shake her off.
At least she hadn't vamped up or hulked out into a more monstrous form. She was still just a slip of a whore with big boobs. All he had to do was throw her off. Lift up his body and...
...he couldn't. It felt like his upper body had doubled in weight and kept growing heavier.
He tried to buck her off, to put up his arms and shove her off. Sulpa smiled at his feeble efforts. She rode him like a broken horse. All the time her vagina kept a deathgrip on his cock and continued to suck.
"Mmm, I'm sucking all the fight right out of you," Sulpa sighed. "Soon you won't be able to resist at all."
Ken glimpsed his sword lying over on the edge of the bed where he'd discarded it. If only he could reach it...
No.
Too far.
He reached for the sword, his palm open as if straining to will it—Jedi-style—into his hand. Celestrico said he had hidden powers. He could hope. Right?
Sulpa noticed. "I think we'll take any magic power, just in case. I don't want any surprises."
Her vagina gave a strange shudder and squirmed against his trapped cock. Ken felt an even stranger feeling inside him. It tumbled up his shaft and was released as a little puff inside her.
The nimbus around her horns changed to blue. It was not there very long. Sulpa's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh. That’s not much," she said. "I expected more from a champion."
She placed a hand on his chest and let her fingers twirl through his hairs.
"If I'd known you were this weak I'd have saved us a lot of time and simply charmed you into submission downstairs. I suppose it makes for a more interesting game this way."
Ken's body felt like it had been replaced with sacks of wet sand. He couldn't even lift his head up off the mattress.
"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said. "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life. Right?"
He said it more in hope than anything. He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.
Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.
Phew, that's a relief. It was looking like this was going to be a very short novel at one point. To be continued...
1-7: Sulpa
"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said. "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."
Ken's surprise at this sudden turn of events was overtaken by a more pressing biological function. Sulpa's pussy throbbed around his cock and his arousal—already hovering just below the brink—finally bubbled over. Ken grunted and his body bucked involuntarily as a powerful orgasm surged through him. Sulpa rode his body like a wave. Her vagina remained as tight a hold on his erection as a vacuum tube. Ken's cock swelled within the cushioned grip of her pussy and deposited a massive load of semen into her smothering flesh.
"Mmm, delicious," Sulpa sighed.
Whatever membrane enfolded the tip of her cock greedily absorbed his cum right down to the last drop.
It absorbed something else as well.
Was absorbing.
It had come out with his ejaculation and continued to flow out of his penis like air from a punctured balloon. Ken felt like he was deflating in the same way.
"Can you feel my delectable little pussy draining all your strength," Sulpa teased.
The soft fleshy walls of her vagina squeezed and throbbed around him. The sinfully slippery membrane at the end continued to draw his strength out through his cock. Her translucent horns were picked out in the darkness with a faint red nimbus. The same red glow travelled up inside them in pulsing veins.
Ken realised too late what Celestrico had meant when she'd told him it wasn't Sulpa's normal mouth he should fear.
What insanity had possessed him to make him think going to bed with Sulpa was a good idea? His head was still fogged with it even now. At the back of his mind a soothing voice kept telling him to ignore what was happening, to not worry, to lie back and enjoy it.
He had to shake it off.
Sulpa's soft pussy clenched tighter around him and she moaned in pleasure as Ken weakened beneath her.
Had to shake her off.
At least she hadn't vamped up or hulked out into a more monstrous form. She was still just a slip of a whore with big boobs. All he had to do was throw her off. Lift up his body and...
...he couldn't. It felt like his upper body had doubled in weight and kept growing heavier.
He tried to buck her off, to put up his arms and shove her off. Sulpa smiled at his feeble efforts. She rode him like a broken horse. All the time her vagina kept a deathgrip on his cock and continued to suck.
"Mmm, I'm sucking all the fight right out of you," Sulpa sighed. "Soon you won't be able to resist at all."
Ken glimpsed his sword lying over on the edge of the bed where he'd discarded it. If only he could reach it...
No.
Too far.
He reached for the sword, his palm open as if straining to will it—Jedi-style—into his hand. Celestrico said he had hidden powers. He could hope. Right?
Sulpa noticed. "I think we'll take any magic power, just in case. I don't want any surprises."
Her vagina gave a strange shudder and squirmed against his trapped cock. Ken felt an even stranger feeling inside him. It tumbled up his shaft and was released as a little puff inside her.
The nimbus around her horns changed to blue. It was not there very long. Sulpa's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh. That’s not much," she said. "I expected more from a champion."
She placed a hand on his chest and let her fingers twirl through his hairs.
"If I'd known you were this weak I'd have saved us a lot of time and simply charmed you into submission downstairs. I suppose it makes for a more interesting game this way."
Ken's body felt like it had been replaced with sacks of wet sand. He couldn't even lift his head up off the mattress.
"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said. "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life. Right?"
He said it more in hope than anything. He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.
Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.
Phew, that's a relief. It was looking like this was going to be a very short novel at one point. To be continued...
Monday, June 01, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-6: Sulpa
Back to daily and also back with the explicit descriptions of succubus fucking. Usual warnings apply.
1-6: Sulpa
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
Ken smiled and nodded. That sounded like the most splendid idea of all.
Sulpa sat up and straddled him. She reached under her to grab his cock and position it between her legs. She stared at Ken as the pliable folds of her vagina parted around the swollen tip of Ken's erection and she slowly eased herself down around him. He felt her moist heat brush down his shaft and the soft flesh gently squeeze him.
Yes, totally splendid, Ken thought.
Sulpa positioned herself to get comfortable and then her hips started to smoothly move up and down as she commenced fucking. He watched his penis slide in and out of her pussy as she rose up and down on top of him. He revelled in the sensation of her silken vagina enveloping his manhood and brushing up and down the shaft. She was tight and extremely wet. Her fluid movements generated just enough friction to build an erotic charge in Ken's loins.
And suction. He felt it pull on him with each of her upstrokes. It was as if her vagina couldn't bear to let even a millimetre of his manhood escape her.
"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.
Ken moaned with her.
The mattress was soft and deep enough for both of their bodies to sink into it, but also had enough spring to aid the motions of their fucking. Ken tensed his thighs and buttocks and thrust back, lifting her up and driving his cock deeper into the warm interior of her vagina.
Sulpa pinned him to the bed and speeded up to a faster rhythm. Up, down, her body crashed into his and sent ripples of pleasure through his flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good," Ken sighed.
He understood why her clients came all the way out here. And if that had been his original intention, past-Ken was a smart chappie.
Sulpa's pendulous breasts swung back and forth with her movements. Little dewdrops of perspiration blossomed on her smooth, dusky skin. With each stroke her sensual lips bunched up in a lush pout and she exhaled a fervid sigh. Throughout it all her intense dark eyes remained fixed on his.
Whatever past-Ken had been, he'd picked up some experience in the bedroom. Current-Ken was grateful he'd been bequeathed some staying power. Sulpa was so hot, her pussy so tight, her movements so skilled it was taking all of his will to keep from coming too soon.
It helped that Sulpa was helping him. Every time Ken thought he couldn't hold it in any longer she changed pace and rhythm. Each change was like a short breather. It brought him back from the brink, but only temporarily as Sulpa started up again and lifted his arousal even higher. He stopped trying to thrust up with her. Instead he lay back and luxuriated in the motions of her body. She had the experience and what she was doing—all her little hip wiggles and changes of angle—felt incredible.
He smiled up at her and told her so, "You're incredible."
Sulpa rose up almost all the way off him. Then she came down in one smooth motion that gobbled up the whole length of his shaft. His swollen tip encountered a squishy obstruction at the back of her vagina. Her body bore down on him and pushed the tip of his cock through the fleshy aperture and into a chamber filled with warm viscous fluid.
"Mmm. Got you." Sulpa smiled down at him.
She clenched. Her pussy contracted around his cock and gripped it like a soft, fleshy vice. The strange chamber at the end of her pussy wrapped tightly around the whole of Ken's bulbous glans, tight enough it was almost as though the two organs had merged into one. He felt an odd sensation—like her vagina was not just sucking on his cock but the whole of his body.
"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said. "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."
to be continued...
1-6: Sulpa
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
Ken smiled and nodded. That sounded like the most splendid idea of all.
Sulpa sat up and straddled him. She reached under her to grab his cock and position it between her legs. She stared at Ken as the pliable folds of her vagina parted around the swollen tip of Ken's erection and she slowly eased herself down around him. He felt her moist heat brush down his shaft and the soft flesh gently squeeze him.
Yes, totally splendid, Ken thought.
Sulpa positioned herself to get comfortable and then her hips started to smoothly move up and down as she commenced fucking. He watched his penis slide in and out of her pussy as she rose up and down on top of him. He revelled in the sensation of her silken vagina enveloping his manhood and brushing up and down the shaft. She was tight and extremely wet. Her fluid movements generated just enough friction to build an erotic charge in Ken's loins.
And suction. He felt it pull on him with each of her upstrokes. It was as if her vagina couldn't bear to let even a millimetre of his manhood escape her.
"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.
Ken moaned with her.
The mattress was soft and deep enough for both of their bodies to sink into it, but also had enough spring to aid the motions of their fucking. Ken tensed his thighs and buttocks and thrust back, lifting her up and driving his cock deeper into the warm interior of her vagina.
Sulpa pinned him to the bed and speeded up to a faster rhythm. Up, down, her body crashed into his and sent ripples of pleasure through his flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good," Ken sighed.
He understood why her clients came all the way out here. And if that had been his original intention, past-Ken was a smart chappie.
Sulpa's pendulous breasts swung back and forth with her movements. Little dewdrops of perspiration blossomed on her smooth, dusky skin. With each stroke her sensual lips bunched up in a lush pout and she exhaled a fervid sigh. Throughout it all her intense dark eyes remained fixed on his.
Whatever past-Ken had been, he'd picked up some experience in the bedroom. Current-Ken was grateful he'd been bequeathed some staying power. Sulpa was so hot, her pussy so tight, her movements so skilled it was taking all of his will to keep from coming too soon.
It helped that Sulpa was helping him. Every time Ken thought he couldn't hold it in any longer she changed pace and rhythm. Each change was like a short breather. It brought him back from the brink, but only temporarily as Sulpa started up again and lifted his arousal even higher. He stopped trying to thrust up with her. Instead he lay back and luxuriated in the motions of her body. She had the experience and what she was doing—all her little hip wiggles and changes of angle—felt incredible.
He smiled up at her and told her so, "You're incredible."
Sulpa rose up almost all the way off him. Then she came down in one smooth motion that gobbled up the whole length of his shaft. His swollen tip encountered a squishy obstruction at the back of her vagina. Her body bore down on him and pushed the tip of his cock through the fleshy aperture and into a chamber filled with warm viscous fluid.
"Mmm. Got you." Sulpa smiled down at him.
She clenched. Her pussy contracted around his cock and gripped it like a soft, fleshy vice. The strange chamber at the end of her pussy wrapped tightly around the whole of Ken's bulbous glans, tight enough it was almost as though the two organs had merged into one. He felt an odd sensation—like her vagina was not just sucking on his cock but the whole of his body.
"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said. "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."
to be continued...
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-5: Sulpa
The posting schedule is still a little erratic, but I'm trying to get on top of it. Also, Sulpa has finally grown tired of playing with her food, so the usual NSFW and Don't-be-here-if-you're-younger-than-18 warnings apply.
1-5: Sulpa
"Wait! Did you just say you were a succubus? As in sex demon vampire thing succubus?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "Isn't it obvious?"
She pointed to the horns on top of her head. She partially extended her gossamer bat wings. She even grabbed her tail and waggled the tip in Ken's direction."
"Those are real?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "What did you think they were?"
"I thought I was seeing things," Ken said. "Because of what Celestrico did to me."
Assuming Celestrico had done anything to him. He had made an accord with his brain that he was going to treat everything that looked obviously weird as not there until his head cleared up. That had fallen down around his feet.
"So this—all I'm seeing—is real?"
"Yes," Sulpa answered. She seemed both bemused and amused.
Ken sprang backwards and reached for the sword at his belt. His feet tangled in a cushion on the floor and he lost balance, nearly tipping over.
Sulpa arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"You're a succubus—a sex demon vampire thing."
"Yes."
"You're going to suck all my energy out."
Ken managed to unsheathe his sword and waved it defensively in front of him. Celestrico was right. Fuck, she was right.
Sulpa didn't vamp out and attempt to fang him in the throat. She watched his antics with puzzled amusement.
"Succubi do absorb some of their partner's energies during sexual intercourse, but we don't have to take it all," she said. "And it wouldn't be good business in my line of work. If I ate my clients I'd quickly run out of clients."
The tip of Ken's sword wavered but didn't drop.
"You look a little on-edge," Sulpa said. "Why don't I leave you alone to rest and get your head back in order. We can always have a good long fuck in the morning when you're feeling better."
"So you're just a prostitute that also happens to be a succubus?" Ken asked.
"It's a good arrangement," Sulpa said with a sultry smile. "My food comes to me and pays for the pleasure of being fed upon."
Ken felt like an idiot. Again.
She wasn't going to attack him. She was just a pretty little hooker.
A pretty little hooker with wings and horns, but still a pretty little hooker.
He lowered his sword.
"My head is completely fucked up," he said. "I keep seeing images of another world, one where everything's more advanced and there's no magic or demons. It feels so real as well. Like I'm from there originally. Is that possible?"
"Celestrico really scrambled your brains," Sulpa said sympathetically.
"I just can't remember," he snarled in frustration.
Sulpa glided up to him. Her warm hands slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his chest.
"You've had a rough day," she cooed. "Let the soft touch of a woman soothe you."
She pressed her body against his. Her perfume—spicy and exotic—bloomed around him in a cloud.
"A nice relaxing fuck with a mistress of pleasure is exactly what you need," Sulpa breathed in his ear.
That sounded like a bloody good idea to Ken.
But...
"This feeding, does it hurt?"
Amusement glimmered in Sulpa's dark eyes. "It's extremely pleasurable," she said. "My clients wouldn't be so eager to come back if it wasn't."
She tilted her fulsome lips up to his ear.
"I suck big, fat, juicy orgasms out of their cocks until they're writhing helplessly with pleasure."
Ken's heart fluttered before finding a new, faster pace. Blood surged to his crotch.
"And if you don't believe me... You're bigger than me. Stronger. More muscular."
Her lithe body squirmed in his arms. Her hands found and gently squeezed his biceps.
"I'm sure a big strong hero like you would have no problems throwing a tiny little whore like me off you if you thought she'd drank enough."
Yes, that was right. He could always stop her if it started to look dangerous.
He let her help him undo his belt and then remove his silly swords'n'sandal-wear. Her hands and soft lips roamed all over his exposed flesh. She pressed closer and he felt the little nubs of her nipples rub against his chest. They left little streamers of pleasure in their wake. Her lips wrapped around his nipple and he felt a blissful jolt as her lapping tongue tickled it. Her hand found his erection and gently slithered up and down the shaft.
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. "Let's go to bed."
That also sounded like a really splendid idea.
He let her manoeuvre him around towards the bed. The back of his legs came up against the mattress and he let himself fall backwards into its soft clasp.
And it was soft. Soft and extremely comfortable. He slithered further back until his whole body rested in the centre of the massive bed. Sulpa came with him, on top and raining soft kisses down on him all the way. Her hand continued to gently stroke his erection.
Her lips moved up his body until they finally found his mouth. She lay on top of him and they shared a dreamy kiss.
Dimly, Ken realised his left hand was still wrapped around something. He let go of it so he could put his arms around Sulpa and lose himself totally in the kiss.
She broke it off and what seemed a blissful eternity. She stared down at him with her big, dark eyes. They were like whirlpools. They pulled him in and drowned him.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
And let's pause it there because I am evil personified. This time it will definitely continue tomorrow as I got carried away and wrote so much for part 1-5 I ended up splitting it into two parts.
1-5: Sulpa
"Wait! Did you just say you were a succubus? As in sex demon vampire thing succubus?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "Isn't it obvious?"
She pointed to the horns on top of her head. She partially extended her gossamer bat wings. She even grabbed her tail and waggled the tip in Ken's direction."
"Those are real?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "What did you think they were?"
"I thought I was seeing things," Ken said. "Because of what Celestrico did to me."
Assuming Celestrico had done anything to him. He had made an accord with his brain that he was going to treat everything that looked obviously weird as not there until his head cleared up. That had fallen down around his feet.
"So this—all I'm seeing—is real?"
"Yes," Sulpa answered. She seemed both bemused and amused.
Ken sprang backwards and reached for the sword at his belt. His feet tangled in a cushion on the floor and he lost balance, nearly tipping over.
Sulpa arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"You're a succubus—a sex demon vampire thing."
"Yes."
"You're going to suck all my energy out."
Ken managed to unsheathe his sword and waved it defensively in front of him. Celestrico was right. Fuck, she was right.
Sulpa didn't vamp out and attempt to fang him in the throat. She watched his antics with puzzled amusement.
"Succubi do absorb some of their partner's energies during sexual intercourse, but we don't have to take it all," she said. "And it wouldn't be good business in my line of work. If I ate my clients I'd quickly run out of clients."
The tip of Ken's sword wavered but didn't drop.
"You look a little on-edge," Sulpa said. "Why don't I leave you alone to rest and get your head back in order. We can always have a good long fuck in the morning when you're feeling better."
"So you're just a prostitute that also happens to be a succubus?" Ken asked.
"It's a good arrangement," Sulpa said with a sultry smile. "My food comes to me and pays for the pleasure of being fed upon."
Ken felt like an idiot. Again.
She wasn't going to attack him. She was just a pretty little hooker.
A pretty little hooker with wings and horns, but still a pretty little hooker.
He lowered his sword.
"My head is completely fucked up," he said. "I keep seeing images of another world, one where everything's more advanced and there's no magic or demons. It feels so real as well. Like I'm from there originally. Is that possible?"
"Celestrico really scrambled your brains," Sulpa said sympathetically.
"I just can't remember," he snarled in frustration.
Sulpa glided up to him. Her warm hands slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his chest.
"You've had a rough day," she cooed. "Let the soft touch of a woman soothe you."
She pressed her body against his. Her perfume—spicy and exotic—bloomed around him in a cloud.
"A nice relaxing fuck with a mistress of pleasure is exactly what you need," Sulpa breathed in his ear.
That sounded like a bloody good idea to Ken.
But...
"This feeding, does it hurt?"
Amusement glimmered in Sulpa's dark eyes. "It's extremely pleasurable," she said. "My clients wouldn't be so eager to come back if it wasn't."
She tilted her fulsome lips up to his ear.
"I suck big, fat, juicy orgasms out of their cocks until they're writhing helplessly with pleasure."
Ken's heart fluttered before finding a new, faster pace. Blood surged to his crotch.
"And if you don't believe me... You're bigger than me. Stronger. More muscular."
Her lithe body squirmed in his arms. Her hands found and gently squeezed his biceps.
"I'm sure a big strong hero like you would have no problems throwing a tiny little whore like me off you if you thought she'd drank enough."
Yes, that was right. He could always stop her if it started to look dangerous.
He let her help him undo his belt and then remove his silly swords'n'sandal-wear. Her hands and soft lips roamed all over his exposed flesh. She pressed closer and he felt the little nubs of her nipples rub against his chest. They left little streamers of pleasure in their wake. Her lips wrapped around his nipple and he felt a blissful jolt as her lapping tongue tickled it. Her hand found his erection and gently slithered up and down the shaft.
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. "Let's go to bed."
That also sounded like a really splendid idea.
He let her manoeuvre him around towards the bed. The back of his legs came up against the mattress and he let himself fall backwards into its soft clasp.
And it was soft. Soft and extremely comfortable. He slithered further back until his whole body rested in the centre of the massive bed. Sulpa came with him, on top and raining soft kisses down on him all the way. Her hand continued to gently stroke his erection.
Her lips moved up his body until they finally found his mouth. She lay on top of him and they shared a dreamy kiss.
Dimly, Ken realised his left hand was still wrapped around something. He let go of it so he could put his arms around Sulpa and lose himself totally in the kiss.
She broke it off and what seemed a blissful eternity. She stared down at him with her big, dark eyes. They were like whirlpools. They pulled him in and drowned him.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
And let's pause it there because I am evil personified. This time it will definitely continue tomorrow as I got carried away and wrote so much for part 1-5 I ended up splitting it into two parts.
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