Name: Strumpeta
Type: Lesser Demon
Habitat: Rocky terrain, hills.
Description:
At first glance the strumpeta looks like an attractive naked woman with an athletic physique. Their skin is covered in strange blotches and bands of darker colour. It looks like body paint but is the strumpeta's natural skin pigmentation. It would also not be strictly accurate to call this the strumpeta's skin. Their outer skin is a transparent elastic membrane akin to rubber. Until the strumpeta's true nature is ascertained, it would be easy to mistake their outer skin as some kind of kinky latex bodysuit.
Their true nature is revealed by their tail… or mouth. The 'tail' is also composed of the same transparent flexible material. The end terminates in a club-like structure that opens out like the bell of a trumpet to catch and ingest prey. Their anatomy is rather unusual. I was initially of the belief that the 'tail' was their mouth and the female form a lure. Closer inspection, and dissection, revealed the female lure to be roughly analogous to human in anatomy, including a functioning mouth and alimentary canal.
I wonder if the strumpeta is some kind of symbiotic relationship between two separate organisms. And if one of them might conceivably have been a regular human being at some point in their past. Troubling.
Alas, the specimen was taken from me before I could carry out further tests.
Attack Strategy:
The strumpeta captures and ingests prey through her tail. Being composed of a transparent rubbery material, it can be difficult to spot the tail in low light conditions, or even be aware the strumpeta is not human. The strumpeta uses this to her advantage as she lures humans close enough to be captured by her tail.
The tail is surprisingly strong, being able to lift an adult human male off the floor and hold him aloft while gulping him down.
The strumpeta's outer layer is elastic and stretches out like a bag to contain captured humans. To prevent her prey from suffocating the strumpeta will fill this bag with breathable air. She needs her prey to be alive in order to have sexual intercourse with them. As with most HSIOs, bringing their prey to sexual climax is an important part of the feeding process.
After sexual congress things get rather gruesome. The strumpeta fills the bag with powerful digestive enzymes and dissolves her victim. Our HSIO aides have informed me that this is a painless process, that both the air and fluids the strumpeta pumps into her bag are laced with powerful narcotics, and that the victim expires in a state of blissful nirvana.
I was privy to a… demonstration. It was gruesome… A vile perversion of the act of lovemaking. Even now I wish I could flush what I saw from my memory. I don't know how Stewart finds the strength to do what he does…
But I digress.
Gruesome mode of feeding aside, strumpeta's are not as fearsome combatants as other encountered HSIOs, as they primarily rely on ambushing single targets. Despite this they should not be taken lightly. They are fast, agile and extremely adept at catching people with their trumpet bell tails.
Countermeasures:
As strumpetas lack the special abilities observed in other HSIOs, they can be regarded as similar to conventional human combatants. Their main weakness is the process of capturing and swallowing a man is time-consuming and leaves them wide open to other attacks while they're doing it. For this reason they are unlikely to engage groups in combat and it is important not to get separated while facing one, as the strumpeta's strength and agility favours them in any one-on-one melee combat.
They possess similar minor regenerative abilities as other lesser H-space 'demons'.
Threat Level:
Low-Medium.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Monday, July 10, 2017
Succubus Summoning Art - Nÿte
I'm happy to share another piece of gorgeous Succubus Summoning art on the blog today. This is VezoniaArtz's interpretation of Nÿte. I think they absolutely nailed it.
This was my first time at getting a piece of art commissioned. I really liked the Verdé piece VezoniaArtz did for Jude Duval and thought they'd be perfect for Nÿte. It was a great experience. VezoniaArtz was very professional, thorough and fast. Highly recommended.
And more artwork of hot succubi is always a good thing!
This was my first time at getting a piece of art commissioned. I really liked the Verdé piece VezoniaArtz did for Jude Duval and thought they'd be perfect for Nÿte. It was a great experience. VezoniaArtz was very professional, thorough and fast. Highly recommended.
And more artwork of hot succubi is always a good thing!
Saturday, July 08, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Strumpeta
PFC Stewart Peter Bate almost hoped there was nothing after death. The prospect of standing before the pearly gates of heaven and answering "how did you get here?" with "I got sucked up by the trumpet tail of a swimwear model sex demon" was just too mortifying.
On the other hand, Bate really hoped there was something following on from this life because it looked very much like this world was done with him.
Muscular peristaltic contractions ran through the transparent tube, inching Bate deeper down it. Only his feet and ankles were still outside. Bate kicked them feebly. Not that it had any chance of doing anything. Despite looking like it was made out of soft clear rubber, the tube was powerful enough to lift Bate up off the ground and hold him there while she gulped him down. His arms were pinned to his sides. It was as much as he could do to keep moving his ribcage in and out to breathe in what little air remained within the tube.
Another muscular ripple jerked Bate a little deeper. The process of her swallowing him was slow enough to give him plenty of time to contemplate on how he'd ended up in this horrible state.
Stupidity.
That's what it was.
Stupidity on top of stupidity.
He'd signed up to join the army because he wasn't doing anything better with his life.
Stupidity.
He'd signed up for this top secret assignment because it sounded exciting and made him feel important.
Stupidity.
Not putting a bullet in this demonic bitch the moment he'd clapped eyes on her.
At least that last one wasn't totally on him. He'd tried. His gun had jammed. And then her big trumpet tail had sucked him right up.
He hadn't seen the tail at first. He'd seen a semi-naked woman flash by through the corner of his vision and his first thought was that it was one of the camp personnel.
Bate didn't know what she was doing wandering around in her underwear. Sleepwalking maybe. What he did know was that they'd told him it was dangerous beyond the perimeter. Definitely not a place for a young woman to be running around in nothing more than her underwear.
He'd realized his mistake when he caught up to her on the other side of a large rock formation they'd been using to mark the edges of the camp.
"Miss, what are you doing out here?"
What he'd first taken for black bra and panties were some kind of paint or natural body pigmentation. She had a similar bar across her big wide eyes that looked like exotic makeup.
He'd also got close enough to see she wasn't naked, although it was easy to make that mistake. She seemed to be in some kind of clear latex bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. It was a weird bodysuit as it also appeared to have a tail. Bate hadn't seen it at first as it was also made out of the same colorless rubberlike material. The end terminated in a strange bulbous structure, like the club tail of one of those prehistoric armored dinosaurs.
"My belly feels so empty. Would you like to fill it?" she asked as sweetly as if asking for a kiss.
The tail was clearly part of her body and not some kind of freaky cosplay. That much was evident when it reared up over her head. The end opened out like the bell of a trumpet. Glistening strands of saliva crossed an aperture large enough to take in Bate's head, and maybe his shoulders too.
That had been enough for Bate. He'd aimed his rifle at the hindig, pressed the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
Bate looked down at his gun in surprise. That was time enough for the hindig to drop the flared opening of her tail over Bate's head and suck him up.
And now he was nothing more than a bulge of food passing down her tail on the way to whatever passed for her belly. He wondered if her female form was just a lure and her real head and neck was the tail-like structure Bate was currently being slowly squeezed down. At least he had a perfect view of the lovely swell of her ass.
In many respects that made it worse.
The hindig grunted as the flexible walls of her tail—or throat—bunched up around Bate and pulled him deeper into her body.
Did she have to make it sound so sexual? Bate thought. It was so wrong.
The air had run out. He was on the verge of passing out. Dimly he became aware of his head pressing up against some kind of soft sphincter. It opened up and Bate was squeezed between her legs and through into a flexible bag that hung from the front of her body.
The lack of oxygen kicked in and Bate drifted in and out of consciousness. Dimly he was aware of movement. Not that he should care about it. It was too late. She'd swallowed him, gulped him down like a snake gobbling up a live frog.
Eaten by a fucking demonic swimwear model, of all the fucking ways to go.
Life was fucking ridiculous, and then you died.
Or maybe not.
Bate woke to a hissing sound and the tickling sensation of air being blown past his ears. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with two big round breasts. They were black as if painted with crude oil, but otherwise had an appealing swell and softness to them. Bate got to experience that softness firsthand as hands gripped the side of his head and rubbed his face into the curvaceous mounds of flesh.
Was this heaven? Bate idly wondered.
His head was pulled back. He noticed then there was a strange elastic membrane between the hands and the sides of his head. He also saw the big tits throb in a way a woman's tits should not. The nipples—if they were nipples—opened up and warm, scented air was squirted into Bate's face.
The perfumed breeze had a similar effect to spelling salts, but with none of the unpleasant pungency. The scent fired up Bate's brain and jerked him back to full attention. It also made his blood race as if he'd suddenly come into heat.
"Ah, better," the owner of the big round boobs said. "You're such fragile things. I thought you might have expired, and that would have made for a poor meal."
The hindig.
Bate remembered now.
He was lying in a bag of soft, elastic material. The hindig girl was sort of in there with him. Sort of, in the sense the membranous pouch was part of her. It formed an extra layer over her skin, and Bate was inside her in the space between her body and this additional elastic layer. She sat on top of him and straddled his crotch. Both ends of Bate were raised by the membranous walls of the bag. The only reason he was still breathing was because the bag had been pumped full of oxygenated air.
Pumped into here by her tits, he thought.
Hindigs were weirder even than what he'd heard.
The walls of the membrane were transparent and Bate could see his surroundings through them. He was in some kind of cave lit up by candles.
The hindig had brought him here, but for what purpose?
She moaned in pleasure and clutched her big titties through the elastic walls of her pouch. She squeezed and massaged them. No scented air emerged this time. Instead the nipples opened up wider and thick globs of a white paste-like substance fell down on Bate's chest. The substance was hot. Bate felt the heat against his skin as it soaked through his uniform.
It was doing more than soak through, it was burning through the material of his uniform as if the paste was some kind of caustic gel. This should have concerned Bate more, but he felt weirdly lethargic. And besides, he didn't feel any burning pain where the white substance came into contact with his exposed skin. There was some heat, but it felt pleasant more than anything.
He also felt heat rising within him. Whether it had been his face pressed into her soft boobs, or something in the perfumed air he was inhaling, or the way she was currently rubbing her crotch against him, Bate suddenly felt really turned on and in the mood for a good hard fucking.
She dripped more white globs onto him and then, moaning with wanton sexual need, she rubbed her naked body against Bate, smearing the white paste over both of their skins. Bate was aroused enough to rub his hands all over her naked body. He wanted to slide them over her back and put his arms around her, but could only reach her sides before encountering some kind of seam that prevented his hands from going any further. No matter. He was having enough fun fondling and playing with her big round tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's making me wet."
Then she pissed in his lap. At least it felt like piss. Warm liquid flooded out of her sex and puddled around Bate's buttocks at the bottom of the stretchy bag.
Disgusting.
Kinky.
Bate's erection rose up out of the wet ruin of his pants and underwear. The hindig positioned her body over it and slowly eased herself down. She let out a soft moan as she drew Bate's cock up into the snug clutch of her sex. Bate moaned too. Her vagina was tight and extremely juicy.
"Oh yes," the alien woman sighed.
She bounced up and down on Bate's cock. Being inside this membranous bag added a lot more bounce to the experience. The stretchy walls pressed all around Bate's naked form and added extra spring to his thrusts as he fucked the alien girl.
Oh yeah, Bate thought, feeling the wet friction of her pussy sliding around his cock. Who'd have thought being swallowed up by her weird trumpet tail would have ended up like this. Maybe he had died and this was some kind of heaven.
No, it couldn't be. What they were doing together was way too dirty for any heaven.
Moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the hindig reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Her tits disgorged more thick white paste over Bate, interspersed with more puffs of that delicious perfumed air.
Faster and faster she rode him. Bate was bounced around inside the bag and churned around with the paste from her tits and the copious fluids leaking from her pussy. Together with the dissolved dregs of Bate's uniform—and probably his sweat and pre-cum as well—the liquids formed a messy slurry at the bottom of the transparent pouch.
"Yes," the hindig girl said. "I'm going to come... going to come so much."
So was Bate, if the steadily rising pressure in his balls was anything to go by.
The hindig switched position. She moved her legs forwards and crossed them behind Bate's back, coaxing him to penetrate her even more deeply with his manhood until it felt like every millimeter had been gobbled up by her wet, hungry sex. She leant forwards and hugged Bate's upper body through the elastic membrane.
Their two bodies were pressed too tightly together for any kind of thrusting motion, but none was required. Her vagina was moving all on its own. It throbbed, squeezed and tugged on Bate's cock. The stimulation was intense.
Too intense.
"Coming," Bate murmured into her soft cleavage.
His manhood throbbed and his hips flexed against her as he shot a great flood of semen inside her.
That flood was nothing but a trickle compared to what came out of the hindig. She gave out an exultant cry. Her vagina convulsed around Bate's still-throbbing member and she released a torrent of her ejaculate into the bag. This was beyond squirting. Bate was soaking in her warm issue. There was so much it was gradually filling up the bag.
The throbbing walls of her vagina set Bate off again. Her pussy clamped so tight around him it felt like she was sucking his seed out of him. Then her sex dilated and another torrent of warm fluids surged past his sensitive cock.
God, just how wet was she? The stretchy bag was filling up. It was ridiculous. The water level was already climbing up past his nipples. It smelt pretty rank as well—a potent mélange of sex and less pleasant bodily fluids. The puffs of perfumed air from her tits barely masked it.
It felt okay though. Like lying in a nice relaxing warm bath. It was the perfect thing when basking in the pleasant post-orgasmic aftermath. The elastic walls of the bag made it even better. The shifting and swaying motions sent warm currents tickling around Bate's body.
Maybe it was a little too relaxing. Bate felt a little strange below the neck. Or rather, it seemed like he couldn't feel some parts of his body at all.
The hindig placed her hands on the stretchy membrane and pressed Bate's face into her tits.
"This part's not so pleasant," she whispered down to him. "Just focus on my lovely big boobs. It won't take long."
They were lovely soft tits, Bate thought as he rubbed his face against her silky smooth skin. Big, round, and so, so soft. Soft like her luscious vagina wrapped around his cock.
Hmm. Why couldn't he feel that anymore? Had he already lost his erection? He had emptied a big load into her, he supposed. It would take a while to recover. In the meantime he'd soak in this lovely warm bath.
The hindig held Bate's head against her breasts as the rest of his body fell apart in her digestive juices. His neck detached, leaving his head behind as the rest of his body slumped to a sludge at the bottom of her stomach bag. The hindig continued to rub his face into her soft cleavage. Finally she released his head and let it fall into the rest of the soup. The flesh and soft tissues dissolved and a skull slowly sank to the bottom.
With a luxurious sigh, the hindig drew the soup of dissolved flesh into her body. The bones and other indigestible matter she excreted out through her tail onto a charnel heap at the back of her cave.
On the other hand, Bate really hoped there was something following on from this life because it looked very much like this world was done with him.
Muscular peristaltic contractions ran through the transparent tube, inching Bate deeper down it. Only his feet and ankles were still outside. Bate kicked them feebly. Not that it had any chance of doing anything. Despite looking like it was made out of soft clear rubber, the tube was powerful enough to lift Bate up off the ground and hold him there while she gulped him down. His arms were pinned to his sides. It was as much as he could do to keep moving his ribcage in and out to breathe in what little air remained within the tube.
Another muscular ripple jerked Bate a little deeper. The process of her swallowing him was slow enough to give him plenty of time to contemplate on how he'd ended up in this horrible state.
Stupidity.
That's what it was.
Stupidity on top of stupidity.
He'd signed up to join the army because he wasn't doing anything better with his life.
Stupidity.
He'd signed up for this top secret assignment because it sounded exciting and made him feel important.
Stupidity.
Not putting a bullet in this demonic bitch the moment he'd clapped eyes on her.
At least that last one wasn't totally on him. He'd tried. His gun had jammed. And then her big trumpet tail had sucked him right up.
He hadn't seen the tail at first. He'd seen a semi-naked woman flash by through the corner of his vision and his first thought was that it was one of the camp personnel.
Bate didn't know what she was doing wandering around in her underwear. Sleepwalking maybe. What he did know was that they'd told him it was dangerous beyond the perimeter. Definitely not a place for a young woman to be running around in nothing more than her underwear.
He'd realized his mistake when he caught up to her on the other side of a large rock formation they'd been using to mark the edges of the camp.
"Miss, what are you doing out here?"
What he'd first taken for black bra and panties were some kind of paint or natural body pigmentation. She had a similar bar across her big wide eyes that looked like exotic makeup.
He'd also got close enough to see she wasn't naked, although it was easy to make that mistake. She seemed to be in some kind of clear latex bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. It was a weird bodysuit as it also appeared to have a tail. Bate hadn't seen it at first as it was also made out of the same colorless rubberlike material. The end terminated in a strange bulbous structure, like the club tail of one of those prehistoric armored dinosaurs.
"My belly feels so empty. Would you like to fill it?" she asked as sweetly as if asking for a kiss.
The tail was clearly part of her body and not some kind of freaky cosplay. That much was evident when it reared up over her head. The end opened out like the bell of a trumpet. Glistening strands of saliva crossed an aperture large enough to take in Bate's head, and maybe his shoulders too.
That had been enough for Bate. He'd aimed his rifle at the hindig, pressed the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
Bate looked down at his gun in surprise. That was time enough for the hindig to drop the flared opening of her tail over Bate's head and suck him up.
And now he was nothing more than a bulge of food passing down her tail on the way to whatever passed for her belly. He wondered if her female form was just a lure and her real head and neck was the tail-like structure Bate was currently being slowly squeezed down. At least he had a perfect view of the lovely swell of her ass.
In many respects that made it worse.
The hindig grunted as the flexible walls of her tail—or throat—bunched up around Bate and pulled him deeper into her body.
Did she have to make it sound so sexual? Bate thought. It was so wrong.
The air had run out. He was on the verge of passing out. Dimly he became aware of his head pressing up against some kind of soft sphincter. It opened up and Bate was squeezed between her legs and through into a flexible bag that hung from the front of her body.
The lack of oxygen kicked in and Bate drifted in and out of consciousness. Dimly he was aware of movement. Not that he should care about it. It was too late. She'd swallowed him, gulped him down like a snake gobbling up a live frog.
Eaten by a fucking demonic swimwear model, of all the fucking ways to go.
Life was fucking ridiculous, and then you died.
Or maybe not.
Bate woke to a hissing sound and the tickling sensation of air being blown past his ears. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with two big round breasts. They were black as if painted with crude oil, but otherwise had an appealing swell and softness to them. Bate got to experience that softness firsthand as hands gripped the side of his head and rubbed his face into the curvaceous mounds of flesh.
Was this heaven? Bate idly wondered.
His head was pulled back. He noticed then there was a strange elastic membrane between the hands and the sides of his head. He also saw the big tits throb in a way a woman's tits should not. The nipples—if they were nipples—opened up and warm, scented air was squirted into Bate's face.
The perfumed breeze had a similar effect to spelling salts, but with none of the unpleasant pungency. The scent fired up Bate's brain and jerked him back to full attention. It also made his blood race as if he'd suddenly come into heat.
"Ah, better," the owner of the big round boobs said. "You're such fragile things. I thought you might have expired, and that would have made for a poor meal."
The hindig.
Bate remembered now.
He was lying in a bag of soft, elastic material. The hindig girl was sort of in there with him. Sort of, in the sense the membranous pouch was part of her. It formed an extra layer over her skin, and Bate was inside her in the space between her body and this additional elastic layer. She sat on top of him and straddled his crotch. Both ends of Bate were raised by the membranous walls of the bag. The only reason he was still breathing was because the bag had been pumped full of oxygenated air.
Pumped into here by her tits, he thought.
Hindigs were weirder even than what he'd heard.
The walls of the membrane were transparent and Bate could see his surroundings through them. He was in some kind of cave lit up by candles.
The hindig had brought him here, but for what purpose?
She moaned in pleasure and clutched her big titties through the elastic walls of her pouch. She squeezed and massaged them. No scented air emerged this time. Instead the nipples opened up wider and thick globs of a white paste-like substance fell down on Bate's chest. The substance was hot. Bate felt the heat against his skin as it soaked through his uniform.
It was doing more than soak through, it was burning through the material of his uniform as if the paste was some kind of caustic gel. This should have concerned Bate more, but he felt weirdly lethargic. And besides, he didn't feel any burning pain where the white substance came into contact with his exposed skin. There was some heat, but it felt pleasant more than anything.
He also felt heat rising within him. Whether it had been his face pressed into her soft boobs, or something in the perfumed air he was inhaling, or the way she was currently rubbing her crotch against him, Bate suddenly felt really turned on and in the mood for a good hard fucking.
She dripped more white globs onto him and then, moaning with wanton sexual need, she rubbed her naked body against Bate, smearing the white paste over both of their skins. Bate was aroused enough to rub his hands all over her naked body. He wanted to slide them over her back and put his arms around her, but could only reach her sides before encountering some kind of seam that prevented his hands from going any further. No matter. He was having enough fun fondling and playing with her big round tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's making me wet."
Then she pissed in his lap. At least it felt like piss. Warm liquid flooded out of her sex and puddled around Bate's buttocks at the bottom of the stretchy bag.
Disgusting.
Kinky.
Bate's erection rose up out of the wet ruin of his pants and underwear. The hindig positioned her body over it and slowly eased herself down. She let out a soft moan as she drew Bate's cock up into the snug clutch of her sex. Bate moaned too. Her vagina was tight and extremely juicy.
"Oh yes," the alien woman sighed.
She bounced up and down on Bate's cock. Being inside this membranous bag added a lot more bounce to the experience. The stretchy walls pressed all around Bate's naked form and added extra spring to his thrusts as he fucked the alien girl.
Oh yeah, Bate thought, feeling the wet friction of her pussy sliding around his cock. Who'd have thought being swallowed up by her weird trumpet tail would have ended up like this. Maybe he had died and this was some kind of heaven.
No, it couldn't be. What they were doing together was way too dirty for any heaven.
Moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the hindig reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Her tits disgorged more thick white paste over Bate, interspersed with more puffs of that delicious perfumed air.
Faster and faster she rode him. Bate was bounced around inside the bag and churned around with the paste from her tits and the copious fluids leaking from her pussy. Together with the dissolved dregs of Bate's uniform—and probably his sweat and pre-cum as well—the liquids formed a messy slurry at the bottom of the transparent pouch.
"Yes," the hindig girl said. "I'm going to come... going to come so much."
So was Bate, if the steadily rising pressure in his balls was anything to go by.
The hindig switched position. She moved her legs forwards and crossed them behind Bate's back, coaxing him to penetrate her even more deeply with his manhood until it felt like every millimeter had been gobbled up by her wet, hungry sex. She leant forwards and hugged Bate's upper body through the elastic membrane.
Their two bodies were pressed too tightly together for any kind of thrusting motion, but none was required. Her vagina was moving all on its own. It throbbed, squeezed and tugged on Bate's cock. The stimulation was intense.
Too intense.
"Coming," Bate murmured into her soft cleavage.
His manhood throbbed and his hips flexed against her as he shot a great flood of semen inside her.
That flood was nothing but a trickle compared to what came out of the hindig. She gave out an exultant cry. Her vagina convulsed around Bate's still-throbbing member and she released a torrent of her ejaculate into the bag. This was beyond squirting. Bate was soaking in her warm issue. There was so much it was gradually filling up the bag.
The throbbing walls of her vagina set Bate off again. Her pussy clamped so tight around him it felt like she was sucking his seed out of him. Then her sex dilated and another torrent of warm fluids surged past his sensitive cock.
God, just how wet was she? The stretchy bag was filling up. It was ridiculous. The water level was already climbing up past his nipples. It smelt pretty rank as well—a potent mélange of sex and less pleasant bodily fluids. The puffs of perfumed air from her tits barely masked it.
It felt okay though. Like lying in a nice relaxing warm bath. It was the perfect thing when basking in the pleasant post-orgasmic aftermath. The elastic walls of the bag made it even better. The shifting and swaying motions sent warm currents tickling around Bate's body.
Maybe it was a little too relaxing. Bate felt a little strange below the neck. Or rather, it seemed like he couldn't feel some parts of his body at all.
The hindig placed her hands on the stretchy membrane and pressed Bate's face into her tits.
"This part's not so pleasant," she whispered down to him. "Just focus on my lovely big boobs. It won't take long."
They were lovely soft tits, Bate thought as he rubbed his face against her silky smooth skin. Big, round, and so, so soft. Soft like her luscious vagina wrapped around his cock.
Hmm. Why couldn't he feel that anymore? Had he already lost his erection? He had emptied a big load into her, he supposed. It would take a while to recover. In the meantime he'd soak in this lovely warm bath.
The hindig held Bate's head against her breasts as the rest of his body fell apart in her digestive juices. His neck detached, leaving his head behind as the rest of his body slumped to a sludge at the bottom of her stomach bag. The hindig continued to rub his face into her soft cleavage. Finally she released his head and let it fall into the rest of the soup. The flesh and soft tissues dissolved and a skull slowly sank to the bottom.
With a luxurious sigh, the hindig drew the soup of dissolved flesh into her body. The bones and other indigestible matter she excreted out through her tail onto a charnel heap at the back of her cave.
Saturday, July 01, 2017
Succubus Summoning Art - Verdé 2.0
Jude Duval/Luded Wolf has been busy again and commissioned another piece of Verdé, this time from VezoniaArtz:
Verdé is a nature gal. Her garden is so lovely you might just end up staying there forever...
Love this piece. It reminds me of old fantasy art cards. VezoniaArtz's style is really suited for dark fae type creatures. You can check out the rest of their gallery on DeviantArt here. I'm tempted to see how busy they are and whether they might be interested in doing a few more pieces like this of gothic succubi and other monster girls. Any suggestions for H-space girls or other characters people would like to see done in this style?
Thanks again to Jude Duval for commissioning these pieces.
Verdé is a nature gal. Her garden is so lovely you might just end up staying there forever...
Love this piece. It reminds me of old fantasy art cards. VezoniaArtz's style is really suited for dark fae type creatures. You can check out the rest of their gallery on DeviantArt here. I'm tempted to see how busy they are and whether they might be interested in doing a few more pieces like this of gothic succubi and other monster girls. Any suggestions for H-space girls or other characters people would like to see done in this style?
Thanks again to Jude Duval for commissioning these pieces.
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Monmusu Quest: Paradox [Part 2] is out!
I was out at the weekend so I wasn't able to blog about this going live on Friday.
Goddammit. The new Crimson Court DLC for Darkest Dungeon came out last week as well. How am I ever going to get any writing done?
Monmusu Quest: Paradox is the follow-up to Toro Toro Resistance's Monster Girl Quest series. Personally I thought the switch to a typical grindy JRPG over the VN-with-puzzle-battles of the original did lose some of the hentai sexiness, although MQ:P is a much stronger game. Don't let the porn aspects fool you, the first Monmusu Quest: Paradox was every bit as complex as a Final Fantasy or Dragon Quest.
Last time I did a fairly epic series of blogging my misadventures (and repeatedly getting lost) playing through the first game. Unfortunately I won't be able to do it this time. I don't know if it's an upgrade to Windows 10 or a change in the base RPGMaker programs developers use to make these games, but I've been unable to make text hooking and machine translation work for Japanese games over the past year or so. Monmusu Quest: Paradox is unfortunately no exception - the program implodes the moment I try to start it with AGTH hooked. :(
This means I'll be waiting along with everybody else on Dargoth and team for an English translation. A partial one for MQ:P part 1 already exists and you can keep up-to-date with where the part 2 translation is at here.
In the meantime I did the naughty impatient thing of checking through the game's Graphics folders to see what lovely new monster girl Bad End scenes we have to look forward to. Yes, a lot of them are recycled from the previous MGQ series, but even with that there are a lot of new sexy (ish, YMMV) monster girls to look forward to.
It looks like Toro Toro Resistance has done a similar thing to part 1 - taken the various themed areas/factions and added new Arachnes/Vampires/Fairies/Mermaids/Slimes/etc to fight alongside the monster girls from the original series.
Artwork is again a little inconsistent. I've always liked Setouchi's work, but some of the newer artists are a bit meh. (Xelvy is obviously still Xelvy, and we wouldn't want them to change at all! :) )
There are a few by this artist and hmm, not my thing. It's effective for creepy little bug girls and there are a few, and that might tickle the right spot for some peeps.
I loved seeing this, mainly for how comically ripped Luka is. I suspect most people couldn't give a rat's ass about how Luka is depicted as they're playing Monmusu Quest: Paradox to imagine themselves in his place having all the smexy done to them by gorgeous monster girls, but it's nice to see him painted as the Bad Ass hero he would have to be to survive all the nonsense thrown at him.
And as for Purple, she can wrap those thighs around my head all day long. Yum yum.
And it wouldn't be a Monster Girl Quest game if we didn't have a few WTF! designs.
Random sea creature merged with naked big-boob chick. Check.
Tentacles. Check. (I think this one might be pushing the vampire=leech metaphor a little too hard...)
Delphinus angel abominations. shudder. Check.
Of course, the great thing about Monster Girl Quest is there are so many monster girls, there's usually something for everyone. I found this lovely group artwork of some very cute succubi.
(probably in the process of squeezing poor Luka dry - it is MGQ after all!)
Would love to get in and start playing, but it looks like I'm going to have to wait patiently (very, like a year or more!) for the English translation like everyone else.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
Name: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
Type: Slime
Habitat: Urban
Description:
A species of sentient slime that inhabits and wears the skins of previously consumed victims. Outside of its host's skin, the slime is clear purple in colour. While wearing a human skin, the slime will, to all intents and purposes, appear to be human aside from the eyes. These are the same purple colour as the rest of the slime. Purple slimes appear to have a preference for female skins. After taking a new skin they will often modify the contours of the body—increase bust size, decrease stomach size—in order to increase the sexual attractiveness of their new form.
The purple slimes are incapable of repairing their stolen skins. Any tears or punctures will cause the inner slime to ooze out and plug the wound, much like amber. This is the limit of their healing capabilities. Eventually their host skin will degrade to the point where the purple slime will need to discard it and seek out a fresh skin.
Rather gruesomely, the purple slimes form sentimental attractions to the skins they take. They adorn their dwellings with the skins left behind from their feeding. Previously-worn skins are afforded a higher status, sometimes even bordering on a strange kind of reverence.
Suffice to say, this can be highly disconcerting and distressing for any human visitor. Our negotiators and ambassadors will require an appropriate amount of forewarning.
Attack Strategy:
The purple slime incapacitates victims by extruding slime tendrils into the victim's body. These invade through facial orifices such as the nose and mouth, and travel to the brain, where the slime is able to induce unconsciousness with no additional side effects other than slight short-term memory loss. While wearing a skin, the slime will use this as a disguise to get close enough to their target. If the slime has no skin they will instead attempt to creep up on sleeping or similarly indisposed targets.
They feed by extruding their amorphous body into their prey and slowly digesting them from the inside until nothing remains but the outer skin, which the slime either takes as a trophy or new skin to wear. While unpleasant, I can at least understand this from a biological perspective. What makes far less sense is that the purple slime will sexually stimulate their victim, so that they are in a near-constant state of sexual climax even while being consumed from the inside.
Why? We observe this time and time again. Why is inducing sexual arousal so important to so many HSIOs? It just doesn't make any evolutionary sense.
Countermeasures:
Purple slimes are very fragile, especially in comparison to other slime-type HSIOs. Without a host skin they have difficulty in holding their semi-liquid forms together and are especially vulnerable to both mechanical and chemical disruption. While in a host skin they are no stronger than a typical human and might even be weaker. Their skins are just as easily lacerated or punctured as human skin, and cannot take too much damage before becoming unusable to the slime. However, one should always be aware of one key difference between skin-wearing purple slimes and human combatants—the slime has no vital internal organs and is unlikely to be stopped by a single bullet to the head or thorax. Use sustained fire to shred their stolen skin.
Their mimicry of humans is effective, but always given away by their eyes. Thankfully, this places a hard limitation on their infiltration capabilities as it is so easy to detect whether a slime is trying to masquerade as human. We should still be vigilant and guard against any infiltration attempts.
Threat Level:
Low.
They are extremely fragile once their disguise is seen through.
I wonder if this weakness is the reason why some of their colonies have approached us with offers of peace, friendship and co-operation. Command is receptive to the idea. Vampyrotiea and similar HSIO individuals have proven invaluable to our understanding of H-space. It will certainly raise challenges. How can we possibly co-exist with an organism that consumes us and wears our skins?
Type: Slime
Habitat: Urban
Description:
A species of sentient slime that inhabits and wears the skins of previously consumed victims. Outside of its host's skin, the slime is clear purple in colour. While wearing a human skin, the slime will, to all intents and purposes, appear to be human aside from the eyes. These are the same purple colour as the rest of the slime. Purple slimes appear to have a preference for female skins. After taking a new skin they will often modify the contours of the body—increase bust size, decrease stomach size—in order to increase the sexual attractiveness of their new form.
The purple slimes are incapable of repairing their stolen skins. Any tears or punctures will cause the inner slime to ooze out and plug the wound, much like amber. This is the limit of their healing capabilities. Eventually their host skin will degrade to the point where the purple slime will need to discard it and seek out a fresh skin.
Rather gruesomely, the purple slimes form sentimental attractions to the skins they take. They adorn their dwellings with the skins left behind from their feeding. Previously-worn skins are afforded a higher status, sometimes even bordering on a strange kind of reverence.
Suffice to say, this can be highly disconcerting and distressing for any human visitor. Our negotiators and ambassadors will require an appropriate amount of forewarning.
Attack Strategy:
The purple slime incapacitates victims by extruding slime tendrils into the victim's body. These invade through facial orifices such as the nose and mouth, and travel to the brain, where the slime is able to induce unconsciousness with no additional side effects other than slight short-term memory loss. While wearing a skin, the slime will use this as a disguise to get close enough to their target. If the slime has no skin they will instead attempt to creep up on sleeping or similarly indisposed targets.
They feed by extruding their amorphous body into their prey and slowly digesting them from the inside until nothing remains but the outer skin, which the slime either takes as a trophy or new skin to wear. While unpleasant, I can at least understand this from a biological perspective. What makes far less sense is that the purple slime will sexually stimulate their victim, so that they are in a near-constant state of sexual climax even while being consumed from the inside.
Why? We observe this time and time again. Why is inducing sexual arousal so important to so many HSIOs? It just doesn't make any evolutionary sense.
Countermeasures:
Purple slimes are very fragile, especially in comparison to other slime-type HSIOs. Without a host skin they have difficulty in holding their semi-liquid forms together and are especially vulnerable to both mechanical and chemical disruption. While in a host skin they are no stronger than a typical human and might even be weaker. Their skins are just as easily lacerated or punctured as human skin, and cannot take too much damage before becoming unusable to the slime. However, one should always be aware of one key difference between skin-wearing purple slimes and human combatants—the slime has no vital internal organs and is unlikely to be stopped by a single bullet to the head or thorax. Use sustained fire to shred their stolen skin.
Their mimicry of humans is effective, but always given away by their eyes. Thankfully, this places a hard limitation on their infiltration capabilities as it is so easy to detect whether a slime is trying to masquerade as human. We should still be vigilant and guard against any infiltration attempts.
Threat Level:
Low.
They are extremely fragile once their disguise is seen through.
I wonder if this weakness is the reason why some of their colonies have approached us with offers of peace, friendship and co-operation. Command is receptive to the idea. Vampyrotiea and similar HSIO individuals have proven invaluable to our understanding of H-space. It will certainly raise challenges. How can we possibly co-exist with an organism that consumes us and wears our skins?
Monday, June 19, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
"Do you think he's a mouth or ass man?" Pamela Griffith asked.
She sat casually on some kind of leather throne, with one leg folded over the other.
Only it wasn't Pamela Griffith. Pamela Griffith had gone missing a week ago, along with the rest of exploratory team Charlie. LT Stewart Peter Bate was part of the unit sent out to discover why explo team Charlie had not been in contact for several days. He'd found out why... unfortunately.
Bate knew Pam. He'd spoken to her multiple times while they'd been stationed at FOB Lamanche, before she'd been sent out to explore a newly discovered region of H-space with explo team Charlie. Bate liked her. She was bubbly and vivacious and prone to gushing about her area of scientific expertise. Bate didn't mind this. He'd studied for a Bachelor of Science in biology before enlisting. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who'd studied the same discipline. He suspected she liked talking to him for the same reason.
The thing sitting on the leather throne in front of Bate was not Pam. It looked like her, but the mannerisms were all different. This Pam radiated confidence and authority in a way the real Pam—who was often shy and demure until drawn out of her shell—did not. Bate was also sure she wouldn't have brazenly reveled in her nakedness like this Pam. The Pam Bate remembered also didn't have such a cruel, cold cast to her face either.
There were minor differences on top of this. While Bate had never seen the real Pam naked, he would have guessed she had B-cups rather than the double-Ds the imposter sitting before him was sporting. She also appeared to be curvier at the hips and ass than the real Pam. She looked more like Pam's evil, slutty twin.
If only she was Pam's evil, slutty twin.
The eyes were the worst. They were a strange purple color and odd eddies swirled deep within them.
"Why don't we ask him?" the woman to the right of Bate asked.
No, the worst was him being naked and bound to some kind of weird frame. He didn't even know how he'd ended up here. Whatever had captured him and tied him to this strange contraption had stolen the memories of his capture.
Tied wasn't the right word. It felt more like glued. Bate's arms and legs were spread apart and his wrists and ankles were stuck to a sturdy hoop by a substance that felt like tar. Stretched across the hoop beneath Bate was a sheet of elastic material. It felt disconcertingly like skin. The hoop—and Bate's bound, naked, spread-eagled form—was mounted on a trolley contraption. After he'd woken he'd been wheeled into this chamber by two naked women. One of the women had strange bulges of what looked like purple jelly on her skin. It looked like she'd been cut, but rather than blood welling out, purple slime had oozed out of the wound like amber. It slowly pulsed as if alive.
"And spoil the surprise," Not-Pam answered the woman's question. "I think not."
She inserted a finger between her plump lips and sucked on it in a sexually suggestive manner.
Bate wished this was a nightmare. The room he was in looked like it belonged in a nightmare. Rows of pictures adorned the stone walls, but rather than paintings they looked like flayed skins stretched across frames. The flattened faces were visible and contorted into strange expressions. Bate couldn't tell whether they were of agony or ecstasy.
Not-Pam stopped sucking on her finger.
"Turn him upside down," she said at last.
Giggling, the two naked women unlocked a mechanism at the back of the rack and turned Bate as if he was attached to a wheel of fortune.
"Pam, don't you remember me? It's Dale," Bate said.
He knew it was pointless. It might be Pam's body, but whatever spark animated it was not Pam. He tried anyway, pleading with her.
Not-Pam regarded Bate with her weird, swirling purple eyes.
"Interesting. He knew the suit," she said. "Was she someone you cared for? Were you lovers?"
Not-Pam opened her legs, shamelessly displaying the clamshell folds of Pam's sex.
"No, I think not. Did you desire her? Was your ardor unrequited?"
Not-Pam saw Bate's expression and threw back her head in cold laughter.
"Mmm, that will make this a lot easier," she said.
She gripped the arm rests of her chair. With a shudder, Bate realized it also appeared to be upholstered in human skin. Not-Pam started flexing her hips in a lewd manner. Her breathing grew heavier and her eyelids fluttered as she squirmed in the chair.
The two women wheeled Bate closer, so that only a few feet separated him from Pam's vulgar gyrations.
Not-Pam's face flushed. She gripped the armrest with enough force to whiten her knuckles. Or would have. Instead, a strange purple coloration—like an infected bruise—showed up beneath her skin.
Bate didn't look at her hands for long. Stranger things happening between her legs caught his attention. Her sex was dilating—widening—and something was emerging from within. It looked like she was giving birth, except the emerging 'baby' was the same clear purple color as her eyes.
Not a baby. Whatever it was had a wet opening at the tip of its head.
Pam gave a loud, orgasmic moan. Her vagina stretched further as more of the purple mass emerged. What was it—some kind of long purple gelatinous maggot? It seemed far too sterile—too synthetic—to be that. More like a man-made substance, maybe rubber or gel. More emerged from Not-Pam's vagina, pulled out—or pushed out—like a string of slimy beads. The flexible pipe reared up out of her sex like a headless snake.
Was this the thing infecting Pam?
Then his thoughts devolved to panic as the glistening purple tube lunged towards him. A wet sucker mouth opened in the end as it hovered level with Bate's crotch. Bate thrashed wildly. He couldn't free his hands and feet. The best he could do was jerk his midsection to the left and right. The slimy appendage tracked Bate's movements.
Not-Pam sat on her leather throne and watched it all with an enigmatic smile on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, but were stained purple rather than red.
"They're always so fearful when you approach their precious sexual organs," she said.
"You'll change his mind," the naked woman to Bate's right said.
The tube bobbed forwards and came into contact with Bate's crotch with a wet splat. He felt the sucker maw suck at him and a chill went up his spine as he realized it was after his manhood. He twisted and turned but was unable to shake off the gelatinous appendage. The opening found the end of his penis and sucked him inside like it was gobbling up a worm.
"Get off! Get off!" he yelled.
The tube made horrible wet sucking sounds as it drew Bate's flaccid penis down a warm, lubricated tunnel. There were no teeth—nor anything sharp—thankfully. Rings of muscular peristalsis rolled up his shaft, but they weren't very powerful, certainly nowhere near the level of force required to tear Bate's member from his body. In fact, the soft muscular tugging sensation was gentle enough to feel rather... pleasant.
Bate realized the two women on either side of him were giggling uncontrollably. Not-Pam was also smiling. The gelatinous tube connecting Bate to her vagina flexed and continued to suck on his penis.
Bate stopped twisting and turning when it became obvious the tube was incapable of hurting him.
What was this—some kind of weird alien joke? Make him think they were going to bite his dick off and then suck him off instead.
It did feel like she was sucking him off.
Did she even know what she was doing?
This felt like fellatio. Maybe even better. The tube was tight and rings of muscular contraction stroked up his shaft.
"His face," the woman on the right said.
"Typical man," the woman on the left said. "Put anything near their prick and it terrifies them."
"I'd rather this one was a little less terrified," Not-Pam said. "He's making this harder than I'd like."
"He does seem to have a problem with hardness," the woman to Bate's left said.
Both broke out in a fit of giggles.
Yup, they knew exactly what they were doing, Bate thought.
"I'll fix that," Not-Pam said.
Her cheeks puffed in and out. Her mouth formed a little 'o'. She flexed first her abdomen, then her hips.
Bate felt the flow of peristaltic contractions reverse. Not-Pam's vagina widened as bulges traveled up out of her sex. Bate had another minor panic attack when he thought it might be acid she was regurgitating up to spit all over him. Then the first pulse sloshed around Bate's penis and it felt more like warm lubricant. Better than warm lubricant. Bate didn't know what was in it, but it made his cock feel warm and tingly. More juices sloshed into him and the pleasant glow spread down to his balls. All of a sudden Bate felt turned on. Really turned on.
"Ooh, look how hard she's made you," the woman on the right said.
It was weird. Bate could see his erection through the transparent walls of the rubbery tube. It looked more like some kind of sex toy sheath than living material, except it was constantly in motion. The super-soft walls undulated as the tube sucked on him with sloppy wet slurping sounds. The peristaltic contractions felt like dexterous, oil-slick fingers stoking up and down his cock.
Bate let himself relax a little. It looked weird, but it felt all right. Better than all right. Really fucking good. Bate had no idea why the aliens were so keen to suck him off, but he wasn't about to complain. It was better than them torturing or killing him.
The two naked girls on either side of him didn't look like killers. And what Not-Pam was doing to him with her transparent vagina tube definitely wasn't torture.
"You didn't need to tie me up if you wanted to do this," Bate said, smiling now. "We're not opposed to fraternizing with the locals. At least I'm not. Especially good looking ones."
Especially when they—slurp, slurp—were as good at sucking dick as—ooh—this. Bate's cock definitely liked it. He could see it bulging and throbbing within Not-Pam's sheath.
Bate wondered if this was why Not-Pam looked like Pam. Did these aliens have minor telepathic abilities? Had she deliberately picked a form Bate would find attractive? It sounded plausible. He'd heard rumors that the aliens of H-space—HSIOs—were weirdly obsessed with sexual intercourse.
He'd also heard other stuff as well, but that stuff was so crazy he figured it had to be the other guys winding him up.
"This would be far better if you turned me right way up," Bate said. "I bet I'd be even bigger without the blood flowing to my head."
"Ah, but then Queen Sacculina would be unable to get at your ass," the girl on his left said.
My ass? Bate thought.
Not-Pam smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth.
It stretched wide... wider... far wider than any human mouth should go.
What. The. Fuck.
Something was coming out... pushing up from her throat... pushing out. It was another purple gelatinous tube, similar to the one that had emerged from Not-Pam's pussy. It was too big for her mouth. That didn't matter. Her mouth kept stretching until the opening took up most of her face and the rest of her features were scrunched up at the edges.
More and more of the slimy purple tube wormed up out of her mouth. It arced towards Bate. He knew its destination even before he felt its wet touch against his buttocks.
No way, Bate thought. No fucking way.
He squirmed and tried to shake it off. His movements served only to increase the stimulation her other tube was applying to his erection.
The girl to his right crouched down so her head was level with Bate's. "It's necessary to complete the cycle," she said.
Fuck your cycle, he thought. He kept twisting and turning.
Her other tube gave Bate's swollen glans a little squeeze that sent a flood of raw pleasure through him. The sensation was enough to make him forget what he was doing for a moment. In that moment the other tube slithered between his buttocks, nudged up against his sphincter and—covered in a thin layer of lubricating slime—squeezed its way inside.
During an adventurous phase back at college, Bate had experimented with letting his girlfriend use a butt plug on him. This felt the same and set up a pleasant feeling of fullness inside his anus that funneled down to his balls. At the same time, Not-Pam redoubled her attentions on his cock. The sucks and squeezes increased in intensity—and with it Bate's arousal.
"Look at your face," the other girl crouched down to say. There was a contemptuous smile on her lips. "And Queen Sacculina hasn't even started yet."
Not-Pam's face jerked as if on a fishing line. A series of bulges traveled up the pipe. As the first reached Bate's ass he felt a stretching sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. Something wet entered him and went off like a gooey bomb filled with rainbows and sparkles.
The other pipe kept squeezing, sucking, stroking Bate's cock. A ripple of peristaltic force ran through the soft gelatinous walls and tugged irresistibly at him.
Bate let out an incoherent moan of bliss as a second liquid bulge was squeezed into him and burst in a rainbow explosion of sensual bliss. His cock swelled against the soft walls of the other sheath and he spat an enormous load of cum into it. Not-Pam milked him expertly with her vagina tube until she'd drained—sucked out—the contents of his balls.
Bate had barely recovered from that ejaculation when another bubble of liquid bliss was squeezed into his ass and he erupted again in another mind-shattering climax. He watched milky bulges travel down the vagina sheath like eggs down the throat of a serpent. His cum.
And maybe something else.
At the same time, bulges traveling along the tube emerging from her mouth were pumped into Bate's ass, each gooey parcel spreading warmth and an incredible feeling of ecstasy throughout him.
It was as they said—a cycle. A perfect cycle. Her fluids pumped into him, and then his fluids pumped into her.
Or pumped out of him.
Bate didn't have to do anything. Just let her wonderful soft, gelatinous sheath tug, suck and squeeze him to release after wonderful release. His whole body, from his skin to deep within his insides, felt like one massive erogenous zone.
The two naked women were down on their knees and murmuring as if praying.
Bate understood. This was glorious... divine... transcendental. The gelatinous pipes squeezed and throbbed. Not-Pam squeezed the substance of her body into Bate, and drew the substance of his body out through his cock. By the time Bate might have wondered where the fluids to support all these constant, continuous ejaculations were coming from, Queen Sacculina's slime had reached and smothered his brain, submerging it and Bate's thoughts in a thick morass of unthinking animal lust. Her vagina tube kept sucking until she was drawing her own slime back into her body and Bate had been reduced to a hollowed-out bag of skin.
"Stewart, are you okay? Was it a bad one?"
"Yes, a really bad one."
A pause.
"You can pass this on to Command. Exploratory team Charlie and the squad sent to retrieve them can officially be declared lost."
She sat casually on some kind of leather throne, with one leg folded over the other.
Only it wasn't Pamela Griffith. Pamela Griffith had gone missing a week ago, along with the rest of exploratory team Charlie. LT Stewart Peter Bate was part of the unit sent out to discover why explo team Charlie had not been in contact for several days. He'd found out why... unfortunately.
Bate knew Pam. He'd spoken to her multiple times while they'd been stationed at FOB Lamanche, before she'd been sent out to explore a newly discovered region of H-space with explo team Charlie. Bate liked her. She was bubbly and vivacious and prone to gushing about her area of scientific expertise. Bate didn't mind this. He'd studied for a Bachelor of Science in biology before enlisting. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who'd studied the same discipline. He suspected she liked talking to him for the same reason.
The thing sitting on the leather throne in front of Bate was not Pam. It looked like her, but the mannerisms were all different. This Pam radiated confidence and authority in a way the real Pam—who was often shy and demure until drawn out of her shell—did not. Bate was also sure she wouldn't have brazenly reveled in her nakedness like this Pam. The Pam Bate remembered also didn't have such a cruel, cold cast to her face either.
There were minor differences on top of this. While Bate had never seen the real Pam naked, he would have guessed she had B-cups rather than the double-Ds the imposter sitting before him was sporting. She also appeared to be curvier at the hips and ass than the real Pam. She looked more like Pam's evil, slutty twin.
If only she was Pam's evil, slutty twin.
The eyes were the worst. They were a strange purple color and odd eddies swirled deep within them.
"Why don't we ask him?" the woman to the right of Bate asked.
No, the worst was him being naked and bound to some kind of weird frame. He didn't even know how he'd ended up here. Whatever had captured him and tied him to this strange contraption had stolen the memories of his capture.
Tied wasn't the right word. It felt more like glued. Bate's arms and legs were spread apart and his wrists and ankles were stuck to a sturdy hoop by a substance that felt like tar. Stretched across the hoop beneath Bate was a sheet of elastic material. It felt disconcertingly like skin. The hoop—and Bate's bound, naked, spread-eagled form—was mounted on a trolley contraption. After he'd woken he'd been wheeled into this chamber by two naked women. One of the women had strange bulges of what looked like purple jelly on her skin. It looked like she'd been cut, but rather than blood welling out, purple slime had oozed out of the wound like amber. It slowly pulsed as if alive.
"And spoil the surprise," Not-Pam answered the woman's question. "I think not."
She inserted a finger between her plump lips and sucked on it in a sexually suggestive manner.
Bate wished this was a nightmare. The room he was in looked like it belonged in a nightmare. Rows of pictures adorned the stone walls, but rather than paintings they looked like flayed skins stretched across frames. The flattened faces were visible and contorted into strange expressions. Bate couldn't tell whether they were of agony or ecstasy.
Not-Pam stopped sucking on her finger.
"Turn him upside down," she said at last.
Giggling, the two naked women unlocked a mechanism at the back of the rack and turned Bate as if he was attached to a wheel of fortune.
"Pam, don't you remember me? It's Dale," Bate said.
He knew it was pointless. It might be Pam's body, but whatever spark animated it was not Pam. He tried anyway, pleading with her.
Not-Pam regarded Bate with her weird, swirling purple eyes.
"Interesting. He knew the suit," she said. "Was she someone you cared for? Were you lovers?"
Not-Pam opened her legs, shamelessly displaying the clamshell folds of Pam's sex.
"No, I think not. Did you desire her? Was your ardor unrequited?"
Not-Pam saw Bate's expression and threw back her head in cold laughter.
"Mmm, that will make this a lot easier," she said.
She gripped the arm rests of her chair. With a shudder, Bate realized it also appeared to be upholstered in human skin. Not-Pam started flexing her hips in a lewd manner. Her breathing grew heavier and her eyelids fluttered as she squirmed in the chair.
The two women wheeled Bate closer, so that only a few feet separated him from Pam's vulgar gyrations.
Not-Pam's face flushed. She gripped the armrest with enough force to whiten her knuckles. Or would have. Instead, a strange purple coloration—like an infected bruise—showed up beneath her skin.
Bate didn't look at her hands for long. Stranger things happening between her legs caught his attention. Her sex was dilating—widening—and something was emerging from within. It looked like she was giving birth, except the emerging 'baby' was the same clear purple color as her eyes.
Not a baby. Whatever it was had a wet opening at the tip of its head.
Pam gave a loud, orgasmic moan. Her vagina stretched further as more of the purple mass emerged. What was it—some kind of long purple gelatinous maggot? It seemed far too sterile—too synthetic—to be that. More like a man-made substance, maybe rubber or gel. More emerged from Not-Pam's vagina, pulled out—or pushed out—like a string of slimy beads. The flexible pipe reared up out of her sex like a headless snake.
Was this the thing infecting Pam?
Then his thoughts devolved to panic as the glistening purple tube lunged towards him. A wet sucker mouth opened in the end as it hovered level with Bate's crotch. Bate thrashed wildly. He couldn't free his hands and feet. The best he could do was jerk his midsection to the left and right. The slimy appendage tracked Bate's movements.
Not-Pam sat on her leather throne and watched it all with an enigmatic smile on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, but were stained purple rather than red.
"They're always so fearful when you approach their precious sexual organs," she said.
"You'll change his mind," the naked woman to Bate's right said.
The tube bobbed forwards and came into contact with Bate's crotch with a wet splat. He felt the sucker maw suck at him and a chill went up his spine as he realized it was after his manhood. He twisted and turned but was unable to shake off the gelatinous appendage. The opening found the end of his penis and sucked him inside like it was gobbling up a worm.
"Get off! Get off!" he yelled.
The tube made horrible wet sucking sounds as it drew Bate's flaccid penis down a warm, lubricated tunnel. There were no teeth—nor anything sharp—thankfully. Rings of muscular peristalsis rolled up his shaft, but they weren't very powerful, certainly nowhere near the level of force required to tear Bate's member from his body. In fact, the soft muscular tugging sensation was gentle enough to feel rather... pleasant.
Bate realized the two women on either side of him were giggling uncontrollably. Not-Pam was also smiling. The gelatinous tube connecting Bate to her vagina flexed and continued to suck on his penis.
Bate stopped twisting and turning when it became obvious the tube was incapable of hurting him.
What was this—some kind of weird alien joke? Make him think they were going to bite his dick off and then suck him off instead.
It did feel like she was sucking him off.
Did she even know what she was doing?
This felt like fellatio. Maybe even better. The tube was tight and rings of muscular contraction stroked up his shaft.
"His face," the woman on the right said.
"Typical man," the woman on the left said. "Put anything near their prick and it terrifies them."
"I'd rather this one was a little less terrified," Not-Pam said. "He's making this harder than I'd like."
"He does seem to have a problem with hardness," the woman to Bate's left said.
Both broke out in a fit of giggles.
Yup, they knew exactly what they were doing, Bate thought.
"I'll fix that," Not-Pam said.
Her cheeks puffed in and out. Her mouth formed a little 'o'. She flexed first her abdomen, then her hips.
Bate felt the flow of peristaltic contractions reverse. Not-Pam's vagina widened as bulges traveled up out of her sex. Bate had another minor panic attack when he thought it might be acid she was regurgitating up to spit all over him. Then the first pulse sloshed around Bate's penis and it felt more like warm lubricant. Better than warm lubricant. Bate didn't know what was in it, but it made his cock feel warm and tingly. More juices sloshed into him and the pleasant glow spread down to his balls. All of a sudden Bate felt turned on. Really turned on.
"Ooh, look how hard she's made you," the woman on the right said.
It was weird. Bate could see his erection through the transparent walls of the rubbery tube. It looked more like some kind of sex toy sheath than living material, except it was constantly in motion. The super-soft walls undulated as the tube sucked on him with sloppy wet slurping sounds. The peristaltic contractions felt like dexterous, oil-slick fingers stoking up and down his cock.
Bate let himself relax a little. It looked weird, but it felt all right. Better than all right. Really fucking good. Bate had no idea why the aliens were so keen to suck him off, but he wasn't about to complain. It was better than them torturing or killing him.
The two naked girls on either side of him didn't look like killers. And what Not-Pam was doing to him with her transparent vagina tube definitely wasn't torture.
"You didn't need to tie me up if you wanted to do this," Bate said, smiling now. "We're not opposed to fraternizing with the locals. At least I'm not. Especially good looking ones."
Especially when they—slurp, slurp—were as good at sucking dick as—ooh—this. Bate's cock definitely liked it. He could see it bulging and throbbing within Not-Pam's sheath.
Bate wondered if this was why Not-Pam looked like Pam. Did these aliens have minor telepathic abilities? Had she deliberately picked a form Bate would find attractive? It sounded plausible. He'd heard rumors that the aliens of H-space—HSIOs—were weirdly obsessed with sexual intercourse.
He'd also heard other stuff as well, but that stuff was so crazy he figured it had to be the other guys winding him up.
"This would be far better if you turned me right way up," Bate said. "I bet I'd be even bigger without the blood flowing to my head."
"Ah, but then Queen Sacculina would be unable to get at your ass," the girl on his left said.
My ass? Bate thought.
Not-Pam smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth.
It stretched wide... wider... far wider than any human mouth should go.
What. The. Fuck.
Something was coming out... pushing up from her throat... pushing out. It was another purple gelatinous tube, similar to the one that had emerged from Not-Pam's pussy. It was too big for her mouth. That didn't matter. Her mouth kept stretching until the opening took up most of her face and the rest of her features were scrunched up at the edges.
More and more of the slimy purple tube wormed up out of her mouth. It arced towards Bate. He knew its destination even before he felt its wet touch against his buttocks.
No way, Bate thought. No fucking way.
He squirmed and tried to shake it off. His movements served only to increase the stimulation her other tube was applying to his erection.
The girl to his right crouched down so her head was level with Bate's. "It's necessary to complete the cycle," she said.
Fuck your cycle, he thought. He kept twisting and turning.
Her other tube gave Bate's swollen glans a little squeeze that sent a flood of raw pleasure through him. The sensation was enough to make him forget what he was doing for a moment. In that moment the other tube slithered between his buttocks, nudged up against his sphincter and—covered in a thin layer of lubricating slime—squeezed its way inside.
During an adventurous phase back at college, Bate had experimented with letting his girlfriend use a butt plug on him. This felt the same and set up a pleasant feeling of fullness inside his anus that funneled down to his balls. At the same time, Not-Pam redoubled her attentions on his cock. The sucks and squeezes increased in intensity—and with it Bate's arousal.
"Look at your face," the other girl crouched down to say. There was a contemptuous smile on her lips. "And Queen Sacculina hasn't even started yet."
Not-Pam's face jerked as if on a fishing line. A series of bulges traveled up the pipe. As the first reached Bate's ass he felt a stretching sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. Something wet entered him and went off like a gooey bomb filled with rainbows and sparkles.
The other pipe kept squeezing, sucking, stroking Bate's cock. A ripple of peristaltic force ran through the soft gelatinous walls and tugged irresistibly at him.
Bate let out an incoherent moan of bliss as a second liquid bulge was squeezed into him and burst in a rainbow explosion of sensual bliss. His cock swelled against the soft walls of the other sheath and he spat an enormous load of cum into it. Not-Pam milked him expertly with her vagina tube until she'd drained—sucked out—the contents of his balls.
Bate had barely recovered from that ejaculation when another bubble of liquid bliss was squeezed into his ass and he erupted again in another mind-shattering climax. He watched milky bulges travel down the vagina sheath like eggs down the throat of a serpent. His cum.
And maybe something else.
At the same time, bulges traveling along the tube emerging from her mouth were pumped into Bate's ass, each gooey parcel spreading warmth and an incredible feeling of ecstasy throughout him.
It was as they said—a cycle. A perfect cycle. Her fluids pumped into him, and then his fluids pumped into her.
Or pumped out of him.
Bate didn't have to do anything. Just let her wonderful soft, gelatinous sheath tug, suck and squeeze him to release after wonderful release. His whole body, from his skin to deep within his insides, felt like one massive erogenous zone.
The two naked women were down on their knees and murmuring as if praying.
Bate understood. This was glorious... divine... transcendental. The gelatinous pipes squeezed and throbbed. Not-Pam squeezed the substance of her body into Bate, and drew the substance of his body out through his cock. By the time Bate might have wondered where the fluids to support all these constant, continuous ejaculations were coming from, Queen Sacculina's slime had reached and smothered his brain, submerging it and Bate's thoughts in a thick morass of unthinking animal lust. Her vagina tube kept sucking until she was drawing her own slime back into her body and Bate had been reduced to a hollowed-out bag of skin.
"Stewart, are you okay? Was it a bad one?"
"Yes, a really bad one."
A pause.
"You can pass this on to Command. Exploratory team Charlie and the squad sent to retrieve them can officially be declared lost."
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