Feb 242021
 

It started in October. I had come home from work and noticed something on the doorknob to my front door. It was a pair of panties in bright Halloween orange colors. Little black bats were sewn into the fabric. There was a strong musky odor to them. Thinking it was a weird holiday prank, I tossed them away.

Another pair appeared on the same door knob in December. These were dark red with white faux-fur trim. They had the same musky odor. This time I noticed a curly pubic hair on the crotch. It was a dark black color. I threw this pair away as well.

In January there was a fresh pair of panties on the door knob. They were teal with black lace. The odor was stronger this time. No pubic hair but the stain on the crotch was larger.

I admit, I took this pair inside and jerked off with it. The shiny teal fabric looked slick and inviting. I wrapped it around my cock and imagined what kind of cunt the panties had previously pressed against. It might have been my imagination but the panties felt warm around my dick. I came hard and soaked the panties with my cream. After that, I felt a little embarrassed and tossed it in the garbage.

The next day, I came down from my bedroom and made breakfast in the kitchen. When it was ready, I brought my eggs and toast into the living room to sit down in front of the television. On the couch where I usually sit, was a pair of green panties.

I nearly dropped my food. My heart pounded with fear. I checked the house from top to bottom. The doors and windows were locked. Nothing had been stolen. There was no sign of how my intruder came in.

The crotch of the panties was damp. The musky odor was much stronger. I put them in a ziplock bag so that the police could examine them, although I never did call the police. They would never believe my story.

I ate, showered and went to work. When I returned home, there were no new panties. I ate, showered with the door open and watched television. Before I went to bed, I put chairs against all the doors leading outside.

The next morning, I found a pair of panties halfway down the stairs to the first floor. These were black with red lips over the crotch. There was a wet spot that almost dripped.

I admit, I took a lick. It was delicious.

Not sure what else to do, I put the pair in another ziplock bag. It sat with the other bag on my living room desk. I checked the house and all the doors and windows were still locked. It didn’t make any sense.

I stayed home that day. At noon I took a sleeping pill and took a long nap. When I awoke at 10, I sealed the doors and windows with duct tape. I stayed up all night, walking a patrol that took me through every room of the house every twenty minutes.

At 3:06 in the morning, I found a pair of panties on the knob to my bedroom door. They were light blue and dripping wet. A puddle was forming on the carpet. When I touched the panties, they were warm to the touch.

I ran through the house. The locks were still locked. The duct tape was still in place. It was impossible for someone to come in and yet they had.

That was this morning. I called in sick to work again. The path is clear. The panties have gone from my door, to my living room, up the stairs and to my bedroom door. Tonight, they will come into my room. I will be waiting.

Will it be another gift of panties?

Or will it be the person with the dripping cunt who leaves the panties?

Tonight, I find out.

Feb 222021
 

Gonzo Golden Globes is a compilation album of music inspired by 80’s porn soundtracks. When you mention porn music, most people think of the Bow-Chikka-Wow-Wow of the 70’s. The 80’s porn soundtracks were synthesizer melodies with driving beats and this album certainly evokes those unaccredited classics. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of this music actually came from an 80’s porn soundtrack.

A lot of the music has samples from porn movie dialogue which is a plus in my book. Others are dialogue free but are often strong enough to stand on their own. A concept album like this would be danger of becoming repetitive but there is a shocking number of diverse songs in this album from a wide range of artists.

My favorite tracks are Bat Cat and Seduction.

Feb 032021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is my fourth day at the star system designated “The Exhausted Whimpers of the Queen’s Enemies,” by Royal Astronomers. After mining raw materials from the atmosphere-less fifth planet, I have been able to fabricate metals and components to repair most of the damaged inflicted on the probe ship by the Entitled I encountered weeks ago. Weapons and parts of the solar sails are still offline, but I will need to obtain rarer elements in order to continue those repairs.

The third planet in this system looks promising. Ruined cityscapes cover the planet. I detect the remnants of higher technologies mixed in with the rubble and blast craters. Some kind of massive war happened here but I detect no sighs of any active weapons of mass destruction.

What I do detect is groups of life signs engaged with battles with each other. Their weapons are small scale and personal. Initial observations cannot discern any sort of communications or greater organization. I suspect these are small bands of survivors fighting over the scraps of this world.

What is really curious is that a tiny fraction of the life signs read as the small phallic aliens known as the Entitled. The rest of the life signs are humanoid. Are these humanoids slaves or enemies? I shall see what I can discover when I go scavenging. End Explorer’s Log.

Vaquel Di opened her eyes. The open sky loomed above her, framed by three ruined walls. Her nipples ached. Pain flared along her back. The crotch of her spacesuit was soaked like she had just been fucked.

What happened? Where was she?

She turned her head. Grit pressed against her brown cheek. She saw the top of a set of stone stairs. Turning her head in the other direction, she saw a busted window and the ruined cityscape beyond.

Memories slowly crept forward. Vaquel was on this planet to look for materials to scavenge. The sound of battle had echoed all day. Her scanner indicated some sort of power cells on the third floor of this ruin. She had climbed the stairs and looked out the window. There had been a pink flash of light.

That was it. Vaquel couldn’t remember anything else. She tried to sit up but her pussy was too tender to move.

“I found her!” a voice yelled in Palatino.

“Move to secure!” a second voice commanded.

Vaquel battled her soreness to rise to her feet. A busty female humanoid was at the top of the stairs. She was naked except for a tactical harness that exposed her dark black breasts. A sparkling blue collar was around her neck. Frizzy black hair formed a halo around the woman’s head. She was barely a meter tall. Each hand held a short sword.

The woman dropped her swords and rushed towards Vaquel. Vaquel tried to fight her but her body was moving so slow. The woman pushed Vaquel onto her back and easily rolled her over. Vaquel was helpless as the woman slapped some sort of restraint around Vaquel’s wrists.

“Target secured, Biper!” the woman said.

“Sit her up, Posa, so we can get a look at her,” Biper replied.

Vaquel was rolled back onto her back. The dark woman grabbed Vaquel by her short pink hair but couldn’t get a grip. She grabbed Vaquel’s shoulders instead and pulled her to a sitting position.

Another short humanoid stood before Vaquel. She was a bluish color with long green hair pulled into a ponytail. Like her companion, the woman wore little in the way of clothing except for a pair of green open-crotch pants. A matching blue collar was around her neck. The rifle she carried was almost as tall as she was.

“Damn, her capacity for pleasure must be high if she is already awake,” Biper said. She pressed a button and the rifle’s barrel retracted by half. Now that it was smaller, she slung the weapon over her back.

A third humanoid came up the steps. She was yellow in color and had much smaller tits than the other two. Metal clamps pinched her nipples. A thick blue dildo jutted from her bare pussy. The way she walked indicated that she had something inserted into her ass. Her head was completely bald. A holster strapped around his hip carried a small pistol.

“Which Entitled does she belong to?” the bald woman said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper said. “Though it is a good question. I have never seen a soldier with this many clothes before.”

Posa touched Vaquel’s neck. “I don’t feel a collar.”

“Could she belong to a Raider?” Rianca asked.

“Raiders don’t have harems, slubie,” Biper said. “That is what makes them raiders. They are too lazy to manage and dominate slaves so they steal from others. No, she might be an unclaimed clone.”

“I’m no clone,” Vaquel said. “I am a member of the Royal Navy serving Queen Erishella.”

“What is a Queen?” Posa asked.

“It is a woman who rules over everyone,” Vaquel said.

Biper laughed. “That is ridiculous. Only Entitled can rule people. She must be a defective clone. It would explain how big she is. Open her suit up.”

Posa pulled a small knife from her tactical rig. She pressed the knife point to the neck of Vaquel’s grey spacesuit. The sharp metal sliced through the flimsy material. Posa cut a seam between Vaquel’s large breasts and down to her metal belt.

Vaquel’s heavy tits popped free of the torn spacesuit. All three of the soldiers gasped. Rianca came closer and poked Vaquel’s dark breast with her finger.

“They’re bigger than my head!” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Rosa said. She tried to cup one of Vaquel’s tits with her hand. The small palm barely covered an aureole.

Vaquel groaned. Her breasts were sensitive to the touch. What exactly had they shot her with?

“Let’s get a look at her ass,” Biper said. “If it is as big as her fun sacks, then Master ReamCreamer-0990 is going to give us a huge reward. Maybe even promotions.”

Posa pushed Vaquel back down onto the ground and then her rolled over. Vaquel felt her strength returning and tried to fight back. It was futile with her hands bound. Rianca braced her knee on Vaquel’s back while Posa applied to the knife to Vaquel’s buttocks.

Vaquel froze as she felt the knife point press against the small of her back. The knife pierced her space suit with ease. She laid perfectly still as Posa cut a circular hole around her buttocks. Posa tore the material away and then laid a dark hand on her brown ass.

“It is just the way he likes it,” Posa said. Her hand squeezed. “ReamCreamer-0990 is going to fuck this loot box for week solid.”

“Good,” Biper said. “He has been in a shit mood ever since GagLord-4444 captured three of us yesterday.”

“I miss Nayley too,” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper and Posa said together.

“Should I call ReamCreamer-0990 and report this in, or do you want to?” Posa asked.

“Not yet,” Biper said. “It is another hour before we need to check in. I say we take a turn with this mutant clone before we turn her in collaring and training. I want to see if that big mouth of hers knows how to munch my depot.”

“But ReamCreamer-0990 cut our orgasm rations after our defeat!” Rianca interjected. “it is against orders to feel pleasure for another fifty hours.”

“Get smart, slubie,” Biper said. “I have been in five different harems since I stepped out of the clone banks. One thing I have learned is that Masters only care about fucking and taking shit away from other Masters. Part of being a harem soldier is learning when to look out for yourself. We’re all going to take a turn with this mutant’s face and maybe play with her loot box. Got it?”

Vaquel groaned. They planned to abuse her? The thought sent a fresh gush of heat to her wet pussy.

“I don’t know,” Rianca replied.

“Shut up, Rianca!” Vaquel snapped.

“You heard the mutant,” Biper said. “Posa, roll this slubie over. As long as we leave her ass alone, ReamCreamer-0990 will be happy.”

Vaquel was pulled back over onto her back. This time, Vaquel didn’t resist and in fact, she helped. Grit from the floor poked her bare ass. As Biper approached Vaquel’s legs, the space explorer spread her legs in submission.

“See? She spreads her legs like a soldier,” Biper said. She got down on her knees between Vaquel’s legs. Producing her own knife from her pants, she cut a hole around Vaquel’s crotch. She tore the grey spacesuit material away to reveal the thick pink bush of Vaquel’s pubic hair.

“Wow, she is soaking wet!” Riance said.

“Open your mouth, Rianca,” Biper said. She pushed three small fingers into Vaquel’s exposed sex. The fingers sunk into Vaquel’s wet heat and then withdrew. The blue fingers were covered in glistening juices.

Rianca opened her mouth. Biper put her wet fingers into Rianca’s mouth and Riance closed her lips around them. The subordinate soldier moaned her delight.

Biper grabbed one of the clamps around Rianca’s yellow nipples. As Rianca sucked Vaquel’s juices, Biper twisted the clamp. Rianca rose to her toes and her face contorted in pain, but the obedient soldier kept sucking.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She hadn’t seen such dominance and abuse of rank since her days at the Navy Academy. It made her pussy ache worse than it already was.

Biper pulled her fingers out of Rianca’s mouth and let go of her nipple clamp. She slapped the yellow woman on the ass and pointed at Vaquel’s chest. “Play with her ammo dumps, slubie!”

Rianca dropped to her naked knees beside Vaquel. She grabbed Vaquel’s nipples in each hand and pulled. The tony hands were like clamps of their own as they pulled on the hard nipples.

“Permission to assault her face first?” Posa asked.

“Granted,” Biper said. She jammed her fingers back into Vaquel’s slick sex.

Posa braced her dark feet to either side of Vaquel’s head. Juices dripped from the smooth pussy lips. The soldier squatted down and lowered her sex directly to Vaquel’s mouth. The shortness of her legs meant her crotch was fully settled onto Vaquel’s trapped head.

Vaquel opened her lips. The fruity taste of the woman’s sex surprised her. The small sex didn’t give Vaquel’s tongue much room to work with but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She rapidly licked the alien soldier pussy with mouth-watering need.

Biper curled her fingers inside Vaquel’s sex. The tiny hand formed a fist within her. She pushed in and out of Vaquel’s larger pussy with increasing speed. The slickness of Vaquel’s sex with ease.

“She might be too big for ReamCreamer-0990,” Biper said. “It is a good thing he only fucks asses. If he fucked this giant loot box he might feel inadequate.”

“Maybe he could wear some sort of a sleeve to make him bigger,” Rianca said.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Biper snapped. “And keep working those turrets.”

Rianca pulled harder on Vaquel’s nipples. Vaquel whimpered into Posa’s sex. As Rianca leaned in close and bit the side of Vaquel’s breasts. Sharp teeth clamped down on Vaquel’s sensitive brown globes.

“Whoa!” Biper said. “She clenched so hard that she nearly broke my hand.” It didn’t stop her from continuing to fist Vaquel’s gushing sex.

“Oh, waste buckets!” Posa cried. Her dark thighs quivered as held her squatting pose. Vaquel’s mouth was sealed onto her pussy lips. She had to reach down and brace herself on Rianca’s shoulders to keep her position.

“The mutant is going to make me boom!” Posa cried.

Vaquel barely heard her. She was focused on the fruity juices flowing from the alien’s sex. Her tongue found three different nubs of flesh that might have bene clitorises. Vaquel licked and sucked on each one in a rapid rotation.

“Boom!” Posa cried. She spasmed uncontrollably. The halo of her frizzy black hair shook wildly.

“I want some of that,” Biper said. “Get up, Posa. Rianca, eat this mutant’s loot box.”

“Right away!” Rianca said.

Three bodies shifted around Vaquel. The weight of Posa’s body left her face. Hands and teeth released her tits. A small fist left her sex. Vaquel stayed where she was; her face soaking wet but not as wet as her hungry cunt.

Biper mounted Vaquel’s face facing away from Vaquel’s body. The rough fabric of the soldier’s green pants pressed against Vaquel’s cheeks. The blue pussy lips were dripping wet in the open crotch of the pants. Biper grabbed Vaquel’s head as she grinded her sex into Vaquel’s face.

Vaquel tried to lick but Biper was moving too fast. The alien soldier was fucking her face. Vaquel’s nose, lips and chin were ground into the slick pussy.

A small mouth pressed against Vaquel’s pussy. She felt Rianca settle in between her thighs. An eager tongue licked Vaquel’s outer sex lips with only teasing flicks going any deeper. Hot breath tickled Vaquel’s pubic hairs. Firm hands pressed down on Vaquel’s thighs even though she had no intention of ever closing them.

Where was Posa? Vaquel got her answer when a hand slapped the side of her breasts. The small but powerful hand struck like a paddle. Before Vaquel could process the pain, a backhanded slap struck her other breast.

Vaquel was in a state of euphoric delirium. Her body was already super-sensitized from whatever the fuck they had shot her with. The act of being stripped and judged had triggered all of her masochistic tendencies. Having her face used while her sex was being stimulated was sending her to another level of pleasure. The hard slapping of her breasts was just the final push she needed to go over the edge and into a hard orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed into Biper’s grinding crotch. Her back arched and her bound hands pushed into the ruined floor. Spams ran down her spread-open thighs.

The soldiers took no heed of her climax. Rianca kept licking Vaquel’s pussy. Posa kept punishing her tits. Biper mercilessly rubbed her sex into Vaquel’s face.

“I can’t wait until ReamCreamer-0990 is done fucking this slubie’s ass,” Biper grunted between thrusts. “I am going to fuck her face every shift!”

“I’m going to use all of my clamps on these ammo dumps,” Posa said after a hard slap.

Rianca said something into Vaquel’s pussy but no could understand her and no asked her to repeat herself.

Vaquel wondered if this would be her fate. Would she become an ass slave to some alien cock? Was she destined to die while fighting meaningless wars between armed harems? Was she to spend the rest of her days eating pussy and getting her breasts slapped and clamped?

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel shouted as she climaxed again.

“Boom!” Biper yelled. The grinding of her crotch onto Vaquel’s face came to a sudden stop. Her pants clenched tightly around Vaquel’s head. Tremors ran through her body.

Posa gave Vaquel’s heavy tits one more slap. Stinging pain shot through her massive globe. As Biper’s body shuddered on Vaquel’s face, Vaquel trembled and rode out the pain in her tit.

As for Rianca, the submissive soldier kept licking Vaquel’s soaked sex.

“PING!” A high-pitched note rang from three collars. Biper dismounted from Vaquel’s face in an instant and stood at attention. Posa and Rianca did as well. They grabbed their breasts and held them up as if for inspection.

Vaquel looked up at them in a post-orgasmic haze. What was going on?

Holograms projected from the soldiers’ collars. The holograms merged to form a floating white sphere covered in weapons. Jutting from the center of the sphere was a thick yellow phallus covered in black stripes. The phallus throbbed with malignant urgency.

“All fighting soldiers report back to base!” ReamCreamer-0990 shouted. “Enemies are inside my base, killing my slaves!”

“Yes, Master!” all three soldiers shouted. The hologram vanished and the women let go of their breasts.

“Rianca, grab the mutant’s legs and I’ll get her arms,” Posa said. “She’s heavy but the two of us might be able to carry her.”

“Forgot that,” Biper said, unslinging her rifle. “If we try to carry her back, we’ll be easy pickings for whomever is invading the base. I have no wish to join a new harem today. Posa, you come with me and we’ll help defend the base. Rianca, you keep your useless ass here and guard the captive. We’ll come back for her when it is safe. Don’t fuck this up, Rianca!”

“Right away!” Rianca said. “I won’t let you down.”

“You better not,” Posa said, picking up her swords. “Or we will double the clamps on your ammo dumps and triple the size of the punishment rods in your loot boxes.”

Rianca shivered with fear.

Biper and Posa went down the stairs. Rianca walked over to one of the busted windows and looked out. She idly touched the dildo in her pussy and played with it while keeping watching.

Vaquel rolled over onto her side. She lifted one leg up into the air. Juices dripped from the wet bush of her pussy.

“Hey, Rianca,” Vaquel said.

“What?” Rianca said from her post.

“Do you want to keeping eating my pussy?” Vaquel said.

Rianca turned towards Vaquel and licked her lips. “I’ll get plenty of chances once we get back to base. Then you will be the newest soldier and I will be your senior officer.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Vaquel said. “I’ve seen how little respect the others have for you. I’m bigger than you and more exotic. They will promote me over you almost right away. Then I will sit on your face and slap your tiny ammo dumps.”

Rianca frowned. “We’ll see about that!” She stormed over to Vaquel and kicked Vaquel in the breasts. Vaquel grunted and rolled over onto her back. Rianca dropped down between Vaquel’s thighs and angrily pushed her face into Vaquel’s wet sex.

Vaquel clamped her thighs around Rianca’s bald head. The soldier’s eyes bulged as Vaquel’s brown legs cinched tight. She clawed and scratched at Vaquel’s thighs but they wouldn’t budge. Desperate, she reached for the pistol on her hip.

“No, no, no,” Vaquel said. “Touch that weapon and I will squish your head flat. Don’t doubt that I will do it.”

Rianca whimpered into Vaquel’s pussy.

“Now release these cuffs,” Vaquel commanded.

Rianca nodded submissively and reached for Vaquel’s hands. Vaquel lifted her hips and formed a bridge so the shorter alien could reach her hands. Rianca’s fingers found the control dial and turned it. The cuffs popped free.

“Yes,” Vaquel hissed, pulling her hands out from under her. With her thighs still clamped around the soldier’s head, she rubbed her wrists. Circulation slowly flowed back into her hands.

Rianca mumbled something into Vaquel’s pussy. She might have been begging for mercy.

“Shut up, Rianca,” Vaquel said. She delivered one swift punch for Rianca’s trapped face. The soldier’s body went limp.

Vaquel opened her legs and rolled the unconscious soldier away from her. Adrenaline raced through her body. This planet was more dangerous than she expected! She needed to forgot about scavenging and just return to the ship as fast as possible.

“Well, maybe I can scavenge one thing,” Vaquel said. She bent down towards Rianca’s prone body. She took hold of the blue dildo lodged in the soldier’s pussy and pulled. Out came a small, but impressively thick plastic cock. Alien juices dripped from the toy.

“When I fuck myself with this tonight,” Vaquel said out loud, “I will be thinking of how Biper and Posa will punish you for fucking this up.”

Rianca’s unconscious body didn’t answer.

Feb 012021
 

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee shortage.
Location: Feel This! Sensorium, B-Deck.
Species Required: Human female or Banime female.
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Minimum Psychic Receptiveness of Level Two.
Duration of Assignment: Three hours.
Payment: Eighty credits per hour plus tips. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees).

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

Dazanna was on her back. The smart bed formed a soft hill under her head for neck support. She had one hand on her breast, squeezing and pulling on the flesh. The other hand was between her legs, idly running her fingernails up and down the bare lips of her vussy. Out of habit, she lifted one leg up into the air and then to the side to allow a better view of her crotch.

It was unnecessary. The eight sentient beings in front of her had their eyes closed. Well, those that had eyes. She wasn’t sure if the floating pink gas inside the containment sphere had sensory organs other than its mind. Either way, there was no need to put on a visual show.

Dazanna continued to knead her breast. The plump flesh was tender from so much squeezing. What appealed more to the minds feeling her body? Was it the weight of her soft breast or was it the growing sensitivity from so much groping? It was hard to tell with telepaths. They rarely gave you any sort of feedback.

Bing. A gentle bell announced that a tip had been paid. A hologram displayed the requested action above Dazanna. Eighty credits for finger penetration.

“Finally,” Dazanna moaned. She had spent thirty minutes touching the outside of her sex. Part of her worried that the psychic voyeurs were only interested in her soft skin and plump breasts. That was fine for her bank account as they tipped her plenty for the breast play but Dazanna was dying for some fingering.

Dazanna pushed one finger inside her vussy. Slick heat gripped her finger. Four of the psychics gasped. The pink gas bubbled inside his containment sphere. The face tentacles on the Igias vibrated.

“Like that?” Dazanna asked out loud. None of them answered. Their minds were on her body. They felt her finger sliding around the wet walls of her sex. Those without vussies marveled at the sensitivity. Those who possessed similar organs were fascinated by the differences. One being, his first time linking with a human, climaxed inside his pants.

Bing. More tips came in. There was a request for faster thrusts. Two tips asked for more fingers. A very large tip requested the use of one of the thick dildos that sat by the bed.

“Of course,” Dazanna said. “I will be happy to do each and every one of your requests.”

Eight psychics eagerly waited for the next sensation.

Jan 292021
 
15+ Monster Girls, 1 Tower.

Monster Girl Tower by Jay Aury is a series I touched upon back in March of last year but now that I have finished the series I wanted to give it it’s own review. In this series, you play a young prince who’s arranged marriage wife has been kidnapped by an evil witch. The witch’s tower is filled with monster women who must be defeated in order to save your bride. Each of these monsters are being compelled by witchcraft to serve the witch, but you got a handy magic sword that can break that curse with a single stab.

It is a straight forward idea that works especially well. You encounter monster chicks and try to figure out a way to defeat them. Lose, and you get treated to an ending where you are usually the sex slave of the monster who beat you. Win, and you you have the option of continuing the adventure or enjoying an ending where the monster girl is your sex slave as you pursue an alternate future. It lets you enjoy both sides of the collar for each encounter.

Partway through, you are gifted with magic potions that open your options even more. One potion turns you temporarily into a woman, while the other potion turns you temporarily into a monster appropriate for the situation. These expand the kind of scenarios even further with some gender bending and monstrous fantasies.

A key portion to this series is the humor. The hero is aided by a mysterious crone who heckles the hero without mercy. The monster girls also get in their digs as well. For a guy who bangs his way through a tower full of monsters, there is a lot of jokes to break up the sex.

This is a fun series and at five parts, it doesn’t overstay it’s welcome. You can buy it on Amazon.

Jan 272021
 

Fucktoy hung in the air. Rope bounded almost every part of her body. She was locked into a standing position with her head encased in a rubber hood and her feet free to dangle. Cruel rope pinned her hands behind her back and a network of string spread her fingers apart. A thick ball gag in her mouth immobilized her jaw. There was nowhere to go.

Below her, Master reclined on his bed. The hood prevented her from seeing him. The plugs in her ears blocked her from hearing him. The only clue that he was there was the touch of his cock against her feet.

Fucktoy gripped the beloved dick with her feet. It was slippery with lubricant. Like a good Fucktoy, she tied to stroke him. The rope prevented her from bending her legs so she was forced to rely on her ankles to do all the work.

It was slow going. Sometimes Master’s cock slipped out from between her feet. She wasted precious seconds grasping it again. Fucktoy whimpered at how poorly she was doing. Master deserved better.

A knotted rope pressed against the lips of her sex. It was a gift from Master. The knots ground against her with every pull and tug of her body. Juices flowed and hopefully dripped onto Master’s body. The knots rubbed in just the right places, but not enough to bring her to climax.

But maybe, if she twisted just so, and flexed her hips like this or maybe pull with her thumbs, then Fucktoy could get the friction she needed to bring her greedy cunt to explode with orgasmic fury.

Fucktoy growled into her ball gag and pushed those thoughts away. No, that is not what she is here for today. She turned her attention back to her feet and the slick cock pulsing with need. The urgency ache of her pussy refused to go away but Fucktoy ignored it. She flexed her ankles and brought the inside curves of her feet tighter together. Up and down her feet moved with awkward grace.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t stop until she felt the hot splash of her Master’s seed on her obedient feet.

Jan 182021
 
Faithful immortal servants of darkness are so hard to find.

Stefan and Valerie are newlyweds on their way to enjoy their honeymoon. Valerie wants to meet Stefan’s mother. Stefan makes excuses and is very reluctant. Their train breaks down and they are forced to stay at an empty hotel in a tourist town during the off-season. Marital tensions rise.

But look, another guest arrives! It is Countess Bathory and her sexy secretary! The Countess is so charming and glamorous and takes a shine to the the young couple. Oh joy!

Stefan is suspicious. He is the first character in a vampire movie to actually know enough history to get nervous around someone named Bathory. Besides, he has heard there are young women dying in the town and he is getting visibly aroused by the news. This frightens Valerie but she doesn’t know what to do.

Quite frankly, Stefan is such a lying psycho that I had even money on whether he or the Countess would kill Valerie first.

Daughters of Darkness is an erotic vampire movie with perhaps the best clothing ever. Instead of tight corsets and puffy Hammer-film shirts, the Countess dresses like she is attending Fashion Week in New York. Her secretary is delightfully androgynous and wonderfully submissive, except for a few pleadings to be released from the Hell of her life. If you were a vampire, or kinky, you couldn’t pick a better movie to base your looks on.

That being said, the movie takes its time. There is a lot of sexual tension. There is a lot of the Countess insinuating herself into the newlyweds’ lives. Quite frankly, it reminded me a lot of my poly days when I would see people try their best to seduce couples into their lifestyles. It has that same awkward sexual energy and I found it very entertaining.

I don’t know if I would call it a good movie, but is a damn pretty looking movie and the tension between the couples was completely believable.

You can watch it for free on Tubi.

Jan 132021
 

“And what does the bruises on my breasts tell you, Mr. Holmes?”

“You have been recently groped by a left-handed man. His thumb is uneven, perhaps from an accident involving factory machinery. The bruises around your nipple are from his teeth, which suggests he was not as close to his mother as he desired. This redness here indicates that you took his member between your breasts long enough for chafing.”

“Is that a hint of jealousy I hear, Mr. Holmes? Would you like me to take your cock between my breasts?”

“That is unnecessary, Mrs. Adler. Your hand is quite stimulating enough.”

“Tell me Mr. Holmes, does the way I stroke your member give you any clues?”

“Of course. Your slow but steady pace is suggestive of training in a French brothel. There is a looseness to your grip that comes from fatigue. I suspect your hand is tired from a sexual earlier encounter, perhaps one related to the missing sapphire necklace stolen last night and reported in this morning’s paper.

“Mr. Holmes! Whatever makes you think I was connected to that shocking crime?”

“A few things, which would be obvious to anyone if they observed their surroundings. There is a small crease in your hair that could be the result of wearing a hooded mask. When I sucked on your fingers, I detected the faint taste of a reside left by certain acids commonly used in safe-breakings. On your inner thigh is a small burn consistent with wrapping a rope around your leg while descending a great height. Finally, the guard on duty reported that he saw nothing, which I find unlikely. I suspect he saw something and his desire to hide it comes from being persuaded in a sexual manner. Since you only copulate with the rich or brilliant, you satisfied his base urges with a combination of oral and manual manipulation culminating in his release between your breasts.”

“Will you report me, Mr. Holmes?”

“No. I have not been consulted and besides, this is mere speculation.”

“Your intelligence has once again soaked my flower. I am going to mount your stiff sinew and bring us both the sting of pleasure, but I have one final question.”

“Yes?”

“Does Mr. Watson have to watch? It has been a bit unsettling having him sit here the entire time, though I do appreciate that he has stayed quiet.”

“Mr. Watson stays.”

“As you wish, Mr. Holmes.”

Jan 112021
 

Kylie Minogue is the Empress of Pop as far as I am concerned. Every few years she releases a new album loosely based around a different theme and this year’s gift recreates music that should be played at Discos. Every song is danceable and every song lifts the spirit like an airy pastry.

Like the rest of us, Kylie was stuck at home and she ended up recorded this album in her house and doing her own sound engineering. Also like the rest of us, she got sick of the real world and desperately needed an escape. She succeeded with this album and I greatly adore it.

Look, last week was rough. Watching the Capitol building get invaded by racists and Nazis was psychologically devastating. We watched a coup attempt happen in real time. The country survived for now, but man, do I have anxiety for the future. We all need a little upbeat escapism in our lives and DISCO is doing that for me.

Jan 062021
 

Explorer’s Log: This is day thirty-nine of my journey to the star system designated “The Exhausted Whimpers of the Queen’s Enemies,” by Royal Astronomers. Despite leaving Interplanetary Championship Alliance space ten days ago, I have yet to see any sign of the species that lays claim to this area of space. There are no patrol ships, space stations or even a message beacon announcing their claim to this territory. Perhaps they are not that advanced or have a pitiful appreciation of property.

I was told that the species here were called “The Entitled,” but it is unclear if that is a personal designation or one given to them by others. So far, I am not impressed. They leave their borders undefended. They are probably hopelessly naïve and gentle. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I dreamed of home last night. In my dream, I was back at the Royal Navy Academy, getting spanked by senior officers who had raided our barracks. The officers fucked me and my fellow recruits without mercy or humanity. I woke up a horny mess and sat on Chairbot’s vibrators for an hour before starting my day.

Damn, I miss Euphoria. I miss my own kind. The last species I encountered, the Goxx, were cool and well-endowed, but they were also a bit on the gentle side. Such consideration and kindness have left me feeling deprived and horny.

Vaquel Di looked at her pink hair. There was nothing else to look at in this empty area of space. It had been a while since she cut her hair and the short length was creeping down over her ears. There was a hint of bangs over her forehead.

“Maybe I should grow it long?” Vaquel mused out loud. She had long hair when she joined the Royal Navy. The instructors had used her hair as a leash when they disciplined her. During combat training, instructors had pulled her hair to throw her off balance. When she had clandestine sex during her training missions, her fellow trainees would grab her hair to establish dominance. She got rid of the length and found the short hair much more practical. Maybe it was safe to grow it all out again.

“ALERT! INCOMING SHIPS DETECTED!”

“Finally,” Vaquel said. She sat up in Chairbot’s seat. The loyal robot chair adjusted his contours to provide better back support.

The tactical screen displayed the approaching ships. That was odd. One was directly ahead of her while the other two were to the ship’s starboard. If they were a patrol, it was a sloppy formation.

“These Entitled must be as lax as I suspected,” Vaquel said.

“Show them no mercy, Mistress,” Chairbot said.

“Ha, you are a bloodthirsty little robot,” Vaquel said. “You just like how much my ass clenches during combat. Remember, I am on a scouting mission for the Queen to invade later. For now, we have to play nice.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot said. She could tell he was sulking by the way the arm rests lowered a few centimeters.

Vaquel opened a channel to the approaching ships. The outgoing transmission beamed a video of her from the waist up. Her immense breasts strained against the purple material of her spacesuit. She smiled at the camera and tried to exude harmlessness.

“Greetings from the planet of Euphoria,” Vaquel said. “I am Vaquel Di, an explorer to your system. I come with peaceful intentions and a message of diplomacy from the great Queen Erishella.”

Responses came from all three ships. The monitor split into three equal parts. In each triad, there was an image of a yellow phallus. There were black stripes on one phallus, a metal piercing on the second and the third had red spots. All three were turgid and pulsing.

Conflicting audio crackled from the speakers. The language was a crude variation of Palatino. The computer isolated the messages and played them in turn.

“Get ready to get fucked, slubie!”

“You got a stupid looking ship but I am still going to fuck you!”

“Bend over and open wide, holebearer!”

“What the fuck?” Vaquel said out loud. These beings were not interested in exchanging pleasantries. Did they even represent the Entitled or were they just raiders?

“INCOMING MISSLES” the ship announced.

“Evasive maneuvers!” Vaquel yelled. “Arm weapons! Activate sensor countermeasures! Chairbot, strap me down!”

“Yay!” Chairbot said. Metal arms wrapped around Vaquel’s waist and chest. The robot used his magnetic fields to lock himself down to the floor.

The ship swerved to dodge missiles from the ship to the front. Weapons activated and diverted power from all non-combat functions. The ship’s interior gravity resistors switched off and Vaquel was pushed hard into Chairbot’s seat. She gritted her teeth as the ship spun through a dazzling sequence of twists and turns.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the ship announced.

“How? We haven’t opened fire yet?” Vaquel asked.

She checked the tactical screen. One of the ships that had been approaching from her right was now a mess of shattered debris and emergency force fields. The ship nearest it swung back around and raked the debris with laser fire.

“These fuckers aren’t working together,” Vaquel said. “They are in competition.”

Vaquel grabbed the controls of the weapons. Ten separate systems targeted the nearest ship. She unleashed a hail of lasers, plasma, micro missiles and ion blasts.

The enemy ship blasted her missiles with small missiles of their own. Lasers reflected off defensive force fields. Plasma collided into the ship and barely scorched its armor. It was completely unharmed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. It had been ages since she met a species with equivalent weapon technology. A shiver of fear ran down her spine.

Curiously, her pussy clenched with wet heat.

The back of the pursing ship exploded. The other ship was back in the fight. The ship chasing Vaquel broke off its pursuit to turns towards the more dangerous foe.

“Fuck it, we need to get out of here,” Vaquel said. “Activate the stealth field and plot a course out of here at maximum speed.”

The lights dimmed from the enormous power drain of the stealth field. Weapons cycled down to compensate for the loss of power. That fine. The ship was now invisible to all known sensor arrays. They should be safe now.

“ENEMY SHIP DESTROYED!” the computer announced.

“That was quick,” Vaquel said. Weapon and defense technologies usually followed parallel paths. Most beings liked survival over killing, but these beings must put a higher priority on weapons. That spoke to a certain savage mindset.

“ENEMY SHIP APPROACHING AND CLOSING FAST.”

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel snapped. She checked the tactical screen. The ship was coming straight for her. It couldn’t be a coincidence. These assholes knew right where she was.

“Deactivate stealth field and power up-“

BOOM! The ship shook violently. Vaquel lurched forward, held in place only by Chairbot’s protective arms. Warning lights flashed all across the console.

“Damage report!” Vaquel yelled.

“PORT SOLAR SAIL DISABLED. MULTIPLE HULL BREACHES. PLASMA CANNON TWO, THREE AND FOUR ARE OFFLINE!”

Vaquel was about to give another order when she looked out the window. The attacking ship had come to a stop directly in front of her. Glowing a dark red, the shape of the ship resembled a jagged knife. It was a sleek, nasty looking craft with multiple sharp edges. Whether the edges were weapon ports or for decoration, Vaquel didn’t know. Either way, she admired the way that vessel projected hostility.

“Fire everything at the enemy!” Vaquel yelled. It was a futile gesture but maybe the closer range would get past some of the attacking ship’s defenses.

A torrent of green energy flew from the enemy vessel. Vaquel’s ship shook again. There was a smell of melting metal. The warning lights on the console died. The ship’s interior illumination cut out. When the emergency lights failed to come on, Vaquel knew they had suffered a catastrophic systems failure.

“What do we do, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel didn’t answer. The probe ship was dead in space. They had no way to escape or fight back. All they could do was wait for the enemy to finish them off.

“Fuck that,” Vaquel said to herself. She grabbed her glassteel helmet and slapped it over her head. The suit’s automatic systems secured the helmet and activated internal life support. Shoulder lamps turned on to illuminate the dark interior of the probe ship. Floating in zero gravity, she kicked her way to the weapon’s locker and grabbed a plasma pistol and a vibration sword.

“Our ship is dead,” Vaquel said. “If we get out the airlock, we might be able to jet across, latch onto their ship and cut out way inside.”

Chairbot rolled over to the airlock on his magnetized wheels. “That does not seem likely, Mistress.”

“Yeah, it sure as fuck doesn’t but I am not going to sit here and die.”

CLUNK! The probe ship vibrated once more. Vaquel tensed for an imminent explosion but it didn’t come. She looked out the nearest window and saw that the enemy craft had extended metal arms to grab Vaquel’s probe ship. A shimmering blue field formed a cylinder between their two vessels.

“Change of plan,” Vaquel said. “They appear to be boarding us. Alright, we’ve done this before. I’ll fight them or try to seduce them. Chairbot, you pretend to be a chair and hack the other ship’s computers. We got this.”

A part of the ceiling glowed. Vaquel sighed and stepped to the side. There was a perfectly good airlock over to the side but these assholes had to cut their own way in. That was just rude.

A chunk of the ceiling vanished. A small metal robot floated down. Barely over a meter tall, it was humanoid in shape with two arms and two legs but no head. Video images of breasts played across the metal body except for the ridiculously large codpiece between its legs. There were over forty separate screens displaying tits of all shapes, sizes and colors.

Vaquel hesitated, a bit distracted by the images of jiggling breasts, but only for a second. She activated the vibration knife and swung for the robot’s chest. Sparks flew as the vibrating blade came in contact with an invisible force field inches from the robot’s body. With her other hand, Vaquel fired her plasma pistol at point blank range into the robot’s leg. The plasma ricocheted off the force field and melted a nearby wall panel.

“Pathetic shit-popper!” the robot screeched.

The robot attacked. It pointed one arm at Vaquel and a small cannon in the palm of the hand fired a ball of blue energy at her. The ball struck Vaquel in the stomach and sent her flying backwards in the zero gravity. She slammed into a wall and the air rushed out of her lungs.

“You fight like a pregnant ass-washer!” the robot yelled.

Before Vaquel could react, the robot flew towards her. It grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed. Intense pain forced her hands to open and drop her weapons. The robot then spun around in the air, holding onto Vaquel as it slammed her backside into the floor.

Pain spasmed along Vaquel’s back. The air rushed out of her chest again. The back of her head had slammed into the glassteel helmet and stars burst in front of her eyes.

“Are you going to start fighting?” the robot mocked.

“This is bad,” Vaquel thought. “I hope Chairbot is doing better.”

Chairbot screamed. It was a piercing cry that cut short after a second. Vaquel had never heard the loyal robot make such a noise.

“Did that chair just try to hack my systems?” the robot asked. “Stupid!”

The robot still had Vaquel by the wrists. A panel in the machine’s chest opened and a large tube emerged. It sprayed something green at her legs. The green goo solidified and pinned Vaquel’s legs to the floor.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to pull her hands free but the robot’s grip was too tight. The robot’s goo gun splatted each of her hands. The gel pinned her hands to the floor, yet curiously didn’t restrict the robot from removing his hands from the goo.

“What kind of milk-bagger are you?” the robot asked. It planted its feet to either side of Vaquel’s hips. “You are too small to be a Goxx, and too tall to be a Bayper.”

“I’m a Euphorian!” Vaquel said. “I am an emissary from the mighty Queen Erishella and her dreadful army! She will smite you for your attack on me!”

“Not if her weapons are as limp as yours,” the robot said. It grabbed Vaquel’s belt and ripped it from her spacesuit. The robot tossed her belt and it’s equipment like it was rubbish.

“Now let’s see what kind of fun pillows you got,” the robot said.

The robot grabbed Vaquel’s chest. Sharp edges emerged from the metal fingertips and tore into her suit. Vaquel winced, expecting her skin to get cut, but the robot’s fingers were unexpectedly careful. The robot pulled and tore the purple suit open.

Vaquel’s large brown breasts popped free. The robot paused. There was a groaning sound. The breasts on the multiple screens froze.

“Loot!” the robot yelled.

There was a crack in the codpiece. Light spilled from the crack. The codpiece opened to reveal a thick yellow phallus. Red spots dotted the sides. Cables and wires plugged into the base of the pulsing cock.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. “I recognize you from the hailing messages. You’re a creature and this robot is just a vehicle for you, isn’t it? You’re just a fucking cock!”

“I am one of the Entitled, holebearer,” the speaker on the robot said. “Our species is so advanced that we don’t need your stupid legs and arms all that other shit. The galaxy is our playground and you are just another tit-wearer for me to fuck.”

A chill ran through Vaquel’s body. The malevolent arrogance of the yellow phallus was terrifying. It reminded her of home. That must be why she was so wet right now.

Two small nozzles emerged from the robot’s legs. Hot liquid sprayed from the ports and onto Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid clung to her breasts.

“I’m going to be the first Entitled to fuck these treasure boxes,” the robot said.

The robot squatted down on its metal legs. It lowered the spotted phallus into the canyon of Vaquel’s tits. The metal hands grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them around the alien cock.

“Fuuuuck,” the robot moaned. “These are rare loot bags.”

Vaquel groaned as well. The alien phallus was hot to the touch. It was a contrast to the cold metal hands. The warm fluid oozed along her skin.

The hips of the robot began to pump. The pale phallus slid back and forth along Vaquel’s breasts. The fluid lubricated the rough thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the robot groaned.

Vaquel pulled on her hands and legs. The green goo pinned her down. She tried to wiggle but the robot’s hands on her tits kept her in place. There was not a damn thing she could do to resist this abuse of her chest.

This alien cock had completely disabled her. He had dominated her in seconds. Stripped, and humiliated, he was now using her at her leisure.

She was so turned on.

“Fuck me,” Vaquel moaned.

“I am, slubie,” the robot said. It continued to fuck her tits.

“No, fuck my pussy,” Vaquel said. “I am so wet right now. Claim my wet hole and make it yours.”

“I fuck breasts, not holes,” the robot said. “That is why my designation is ChestDriller-912. Your fuck pillows are all I want.”

Vaquel’s pussy ached. Domination, verbal abuse and denial? It was becoming more and more like home by the second.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. “If you won’t fuck me, let me fuck myself. Release one of my hands.”

The phallus throbbed between Vaquel’s breasts. It undulated and wiggled like a snake. The spots raised to form irregular ridges.

“Beg me,” ChestDriller-912 said.

Vaquel whimpered. “Please let me fuck myself. My cunt is so wet right now. I promise to do anything. Just let me touch myself, please!”

“Louder,” ChestDriller-912 demanded. The phallic alien gyrated between her breasts.

“Please let me fuck myself! Please! Please! PLEASE!”

The metal hands crushed her slippery tits around the thrusting alien.

“Tell me I am the biggest to ever fuck your milk bags!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

“You’re the biggest fucking alien cock I have ever seen!” Vaquel lied with convincing passion. “No one has ever fucked my tits this hard! You are like a cargo ship on my chest!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” blasted from the robot’s speakers.

“Please let me touch myself! Just give me one hand!” Vaquel begged.

“No, slubie!” ChestDriller-912 shouted.

The yellow phallus spasmed between Vaquel’s breasts. A thick stream of seed shot from the head of the member. Most of it splattered against the bottom of Vaquel’s bubble helmet, but a large strand of yellow seed landed across the front.

Babbling moans came from the speakers. The robot pushed for one more thrust and then let go of Vaquel’s breasts. As the robot stood up, Vaquel noticed that the alien phallus was still big and hard, although a bit darker in color.

“Please,” Vaquel begged. Hot seed coated her breasts. The yellow seed clung to the face of her helmet.

“Shut up,” ChestDriller-912 said. “Need to add you to my collection.”

One of the breast images on the robot’s chest went dark. A moment later, an image of Vaquel’s tits appeared. They jiggled and moved as if Vaquel was jumping up and down. Vaquel was impressed with the physic-simulation program that animated her breasts.

“What happens now?” Vaquel said. She pulled at the goo holding her hands and legs but they held fast.

The Entitled didn’t answer. The codpiece closed around the phallic alien and sealed tight. The robot levitated upwards. It exited the probe ship through the hole it had cut earlier. Vaquel saw the force field that had linked both their ships and kept her interior pressurized.

Once the Entitled was back in his ship, that force field fashioned.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The probe ship depressurized. The air was instantly sucked out of the ship. Loose items like Vaquel’s belt, her weapons and a few dildoes flew out into the void of space.

Vaquel screamed. The goo held her in place but her spacesuit was still open. Without her belt controls, she had no way to seal her suit. It would be only moment before she died of exposure.

She couldn’t believe it. The alien cock had fucked her tits and left her to die. She didn’t think it was out of malice but sheer indifference. They truly were the Entitled.

The lights to the probe ship came back on. Emergency force fields activated around the breach in the ship. Vaquel heard the pump of the air cyclers. What was going on?

“Mistress! Are you okay?” Chairbot said. “I tried to make contact with the enemy ship but it counterattacked with ninety-thousand attacks to my systems! I had to divert all of my resources to denying their attempts to hijack me. I was just now only able to function again now that the attacks have stopped. The ship had been breached so I plugged into the ship and supplied the emergency systems with my own power. Are you okay? What is that yellow substance on your chest and helmet? Would you like to stand up and sit down on me?”

Vaquel took a moment to collect herself. She found it hard to think over the pounding of her heart. Her tits ached from the rough handling and the brief expose to the vacuum of space. The need in her neglected pussy was as strong as ever. It was all very overwhelming.

“Mistress?” Chairbot asked. It rolled over to Vaquel’s bound body.

“Get rid of this shit on my hands,” Vaquel said.

Chairbot moved to Vaquel’s hand. One wheel went over the goo and rolled back and forth. Slowly, very slowly, the hardened goop began to crumble.

Vaquel sighed and stared at the alien seed drying on the front of her bubble helmet. The Entitled had nearly killed her, and that was just one of the damn species. What was it going to be like as she goes deeper into their space? Did she have any chance of survival?

“Guess I better cut my hair after all,” Vaquel said. She was going to need every advantage she could get.