Feb 072018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. There are a measly two planets here. One is so close to the sun that my probes relay minimum information before melting. The second is a radioactive wasteland with no signs of life.

I believe the second planet has suffered a nuclear extinction event. There are signs of industrialization and former population centers in the blast craters. They may have been destroyed by outside forces or as is more common, they destroyed themselves. I won’t know until I land.

Fortunately, a lull in one of the many super-storms that wrecks the planet has revealed an intact bunker. The bunker is buried deep inside a mountain in the southern hemisphere. I believe I can reach the bunker through one of the side tunnels. Any records that have survived will help in determining whether this planet is worth the Queen’s attention. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I miss cock. Cock is great. I really could do with some cock.

Vaquel Di approached the bunker door cautiously. Two turrets holding unknown weaponry pointed down the tunnel towards her. She walked from side to side but the turrets didn’t move to track her movements. That might be dead.

Why take the chance? She should shoot the turrets. Then again, if there were people inside the bunker, they might object to blowing up their weapons.

The turrets didn’t move as Vaquel walked up to the bunker door. She stepped inside their firing arc and relaxed. It was nice to not have to worry about the turrets but it didn’t bode well for whether or not anyone was inside.

She examined the door. It was built for someone her size or a little bit bigger. There was a large wheel that served as a locking mechanism. She turned the wheel and surprised to see it turn freely.

The door opened. An unlocked door in a radioactive wasteland? Again, not a good sign for life.

A large airlock was inside. The lights were on. Pictogram instructions explained that people were to enter, close the door, wait to be identified as the radiation was cleansed, and then proceed through the other door.

“This should be good,” Vaquel said. She closed the outer bunker door and waited.

The bright light changed to a dull green. There was a humming sound. Vaquel checked her radiation counter on her wrist and sure enough, the radiation levels were dropping. Some things still worked.

Vaquel wondered if someone were trying to identify her. What would they make of the purple spacesuit that clung to her ample curves? Were they even a species that understood the large breasts and plump ass she possessed? Did they think the skin they could see through her bubble glassteel helmet was a pretty shade of brown? Was her short pink hair cute?

“Hello?” she asked.

A speaker crackled to life. It spoke in a bastard dialect of Ebrima. Vaquel missed the first part of what was said but caught the rest of it.

“. . .emergency protocol directive. Access granted to any survivors. Please proceed and may Gorth protect you.”

The green light changed to white. The door leading deeper into the bunker clicked and swung open. Another tunnel stretched before Vaquel.

It looked safe. Vaquel smirked. Traps always look safe.

She took out her plasma pistol and set it to Immolate. Pistol in hand, she slowly walked down the tunnel, sticking to the side. Her foot steps echoed down the tunnel. After a long tense walk, Vaquel reached another door. This one opened as she approached it.

There was a large room that comprised three different levels. Doors and hallways leading out surrounded the room. Control panels and seats filled most of the space. There was a giant video screen that was currently displaying static. It looked like it used to be a command center.

That was might have been its former purpose but now it served as a morgue. Corpses of an unknown species littered the place. They were slung over control panels, dead in their chairs or splattered across the floor.

Vaquel approached a body that was mostly intact. It was humanoid, slightly shorter than her. It had the same shade of brown skin as herself. Three eyes stared out in shock while a long tongue lolled from its mouth. Cause of death appeared to be from the row of cauterized holes that perforated its chest.

Laser fire? These people died in battle. Whomever killed them must have left the bunker unlocked. No sense locking up the dead.

Among the carnage was an anomaly. One of the corpses was laid out on a stretcher. He was clearly a male with an impressive organ lurking beneath his tight blue briefs. One arm was completely robotic with several weapons welded on. The other arm was organic but studded with various pieces of equipment. Both legs were armored and Vaquel wasn’t sure if they were clothes or bolted onto the legs themselves. The chest was bare except for a large cable that was plugged into a port on his pectoral muscles. The cable led to a nearby console that was displaying a constant stream of numbers.

It was the face that drew Vaquel’s attention. Metal covered the top half, obscuring everything above the nose. A full quarter of the man’s head was missing and in its place, was a crater of fused metal. The mouth pulled back into a rictus against gleaming metal teeth.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel asked. She poked the flesh on the less-robotic arm. It felt warm.

She looked at the missing part of the man’s head. “I don’t know anything about your species but that can’t be good. If you are alive, I doubt you have a pilot in your cockpit.”

One of the speakers in the room came to alive. “Voices detected. Standby for message from Director Inogue.”

The static on the giant monitor disappeared. In its place was a recording of a brown alien sitting in this very room. All three eyes looked exhausted. A nasty wound was leaking blood on his dirty blue uniform. Corpses were strewn all over the place.

“My name is Director Inogue. I am the last survivor of Fortress Dawn. I was also the chief researcher on the Fire Warrior program and may Gorth have mercy on my soul.”

Vaquel looked at the bodies around her. There, sitting right next to the cyborg on the stretcher as the corpse of the Director. He must have perished from his wound.

“Sensors have recorded three separate detonation events. The Union of Fernas is gone. The Federation of Strange is no more. The Poov Corporation has been eradicated. Weather patterns have already changed dramatically. Fallout covers almost the entire world. Species failure is certain. We have failed as custodians of the planet.

I doubt any Gorthin will ever hear these words. Perhaps some explorer from another world will come across this bunker and wonder what happened. Will these future visitors look upon the devastation and mourn for us? Or will they curse us for throwing away the gift of life in the pursuit of war?

Perhaps our demise will be a lesson for other species? They can see the terrible destruction and-“

“Yeah, I’m bored,” Vaquel said. “End recording!” she shouted but the message kept playing.

“If you are an alien and you are listening,” the Director continued, “perhaps I can explain it best by an old fable of our kind called the Sand Weasel and the Blood Shark. One day, the Sand Weasel needed to get across the ocean-“

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She tuned the Director out and went back to examining the cyborg. Specifically, she was interested in the alien’s cock. She pulled at the waistband of the cyborg’s tights and pulled down.

A magnificent brown cock was revealed. It was long and thick with three ridges that ran from the base of the member up to the triangular tip. Three hairless balls sat in separate sacks. Even limp, it looked impressive.

Vaquel sighed. It was a lovely cock. Those ridges were interesting. She imagined how that would feel inside her.

“And then the Blood Shark said he needed to make a quick detour between the crashing rocks. The Sand Weasel didn’t like this idea but the terms of the contract were clear on detours and he knew that he didn’t have standing to dispute the-“

Vaquel placed her hand on the cock. It was warm like the rest of the cyborg. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

The cock pulsed in her hand.

Vaquel dropped the cock and looked at the cyborg’s face. The same rictus grin was on its face.

“Just an automatic response,” Vaquel said. “The thing is most likely brain dead.”

She grabbed the cock again. A squeeze and a tug made it pulse again.

“With all of these cybernetic bits, he’s more a robot than a living being,” Vaquel told herself.

She kept stroking the cyborg’s cock. It pulsed and hardened in her hand. Stroke by stroke, the cock grew. The ridges stayed soft as the member turned rigid.

“But then the Sand Weasel reminded the Blood Shark of its poor mother who needed the nuts that the Sand Weasel was bringing. That convinced the Blood Shark to spare the life of the Ice Eel-“

“Just a lick,” Vaquel said to herself. “So I can remember what it tastes like when I masturbate later.”

The space explorer touched a button on her collar. There was a hiss of air as the bubble helmet she wore came loose. She took it off and set it on the console nearby. The numbers on the console were streaming faster but Vaquel didn’t notice.

Vaquel’s mouth was water. She bent over the stretcher and took the cyborg’s cock in hand. It pulsed in her hand. She stretched out her tongue took a long lingering lick of his member.

It tasted dusty. Vaquel snorted and spit out. Of course it was dusty. The poor thing had been here awhile.

She spat a few times on the cock and rubbed it. Her gloved hand wiped the dust from the cyborg’s skin. She kept spitting and rubbing until it was coated in her saliva.

“The Night Whale refused to let the Sand Weasel and the Blood shark pass. The three were at an impasse. The travelers worried that their long journey was all for nothing. They told the Night Whale about everything they had been through, starting with those first contract negotiations-“

Vaquel took another lick. This time she tasted flesh and spit. It was a little sweet. She took another lick and then another, relishing the flavor.

The ridges on the cock fluttered. It vibrated against Vaquel’s tongue and then stopped. She kept her tongue pressed against the ridge until it fluttered again. It was a lovely sensation.

“Okay, now I have to ride it,” Vaquel said. “Such a unique cock would be of interest to the Queen and the Royal Navy. The race may be dead but maybe the genetics could be harvested. Yes, I must get this hard, ridged, vibrating cock inside me for the glory of the Queen!”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A slit appeared in the crotch of her purple spacesuit. The slit opened to reveal a thick pubic bush of pink hair. The hair was damp and had been since she took her first lick.

“The Sand Wesel offered to bring the Night Whale news of the other side. The Night Whale refused. The Blood Shark offered to tell the Night Whale of a good hunting sight for fish. The Night Whale refused. The Sand Weasel then offered-“

Vaquel climbed onto the stretcher. She swung a leg over the cyborg’s crotch and planted her feet to either side. Holding the hard member, she pointed it up to her sex as she squatted downwards.

The triangular tip pushed into Vaquel’s pussy lips. As the nimble explorer lowered herself, the long cock slowly impaled her. The ridges rubbed against the walls of her sex, fluttering from time to time as Vaquel sank deeper.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. It was big. It was unforgivably hard. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

Vaquel leaned back and braced her hands on the cyborg’s legs. Up and down she moved on the hard cock. The muscles along her legs flexed and clenched against her skintight purple spacesuit.

“-and then the Sand Weasel jumped down the throat of the Night Whale. It clawed and scratched its way along the way, inflicting terrible wounds inside the Night Whale. Meanwhile, the Sand Shark was tearing away at the Night Whale’s tail but the Night Whale smashed him against a reef, breaking the Sand shark’s back.”

“What?” Vaquel said. The fable had turned violent. Maybe it would have been worth listening to after all.

Nah, nothing was more important than this nice cock inside Vaquel. Her hips swiveled with the cyborg’s member still in her pussy. The cock was more flexible than expected and stayed within her.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. She humped the cyborg’s cock faster. Her arms trembled as she stayed in the position. It wasn’t the most convenient position but that was why Vaquel chose it. If her partner was going to be half-dead, it was up to her to work up the sweat for a good hard orgasm.

The stretcher creaked as Vaquel fucked the cyborg. The numbers on the console monitor raced by. Drool leaked from the open smile of the cyborg but Vaquel was too busy staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“The Sand Weasel tore out the Night Whale’s heart but the Night Whale’s death spasms crushed the Sand Weasel. The Night Whale fell on top of the crippled Blood shark who couldn’t escape. Pinned, the Blood shark drowned in its own blood.

That is what happened to our planet. The three major powers were unable to work together. We had an arms race that consumed our economies. We developed bio weapons, nuclear weapons and worse. For my sins, I created the Flame Warriors, cyborg soldiers who accounted for eighty percent of all casualties in combat.”

“That’s you, cock-meat,” Vaquel said to the cyborg. She shifted position to give her calves a break. Her knees settled on the stretcher as she sat up on the cyborg’s cock. She rested her ass on the cyborg’s crotch while her hands went to the alien’s chest. Her hips shifted back and forth, grinding the ridged cock deep within her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Too bad your brain is missing. I bet you would like this.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared between her breasts. She pulled the purple spacesuit apart and out flopped her beautiful brown breasts. Reaching down, she grabbed the cyborg’s more organic hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. The fingers were limp but they were warm and felt good against her sensitive nipple.

“Most of the Flame Warriors perished in the nuclear holocaust. The Poov Corporation added an unknown element to their warheads that was fatal to the cyborgs. This bunker had a damaged Flame Warrior that has not been exposed to the radiation. It recovered and perhaps due to its severe head trauma, it didn’t recognize us as allied forces. It slaughtered everyone here until I was able to shout the auto-repair command to it.”

“Aww, not only are you hot, but you massacred this bunker,” Vaquel said. “Good job you little killing machine.”

“Once deactivated, I plugged it into a console which is running a lopping diagnostic program. The bunker’s reactor shouldn’t fail for another few centuries so the console should keep it sedated. If the Flame Warrior is still inactive when you come here, be sure to destroy it!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel answered. She grinded harder on the cyborg’s crotch. She was close. This orgasm was going to be incredible.

“Be aware that the only thing that will disrupt the diagnostic program is if the Flame Warrior becomes sexually stimulated. We wired a lot of the martial instincts through the sex drive in order to achieve the overwhelming viciousness required for war. Any kind of stimulation will bypass the diagnostics and engage the Flame Warrior’s kill drive.”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed. Pleasure exploded through her body and sent her into a shuddering spasm. The thick cock fluttered as she came, extending her orgasm to new lengths.

“Wait, what was that last part he said?” Vaquel said.

The cyborg’s hand closed around Vaquel’s breast. The hips surged up and lifted Vaquel into the air. A loud hiss came from clenched teeth of the grinning mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel whispered.

The Flame Warrior sat up. The machine arm wrapped around Vaquel’s waist. The cyborg spun around on the stretcher, carrying Vaquel on its cock as it hopped off the stretcher. It stood up, still balls deep inside her. There was a hissing sound and the cable popped free from the port in his chest.

The metal arm grew warm against Vaquel’s back. A beam projected from the metal mask and scanned Vaquel’s face. An attachment on the cyborg’s shoulder swiveled and pointed a small barrel at her chest.

“Wait!” Vaquel yelled. “I’m not your enemy!”

The Flame Warrior hissed. Was he even capable of speaking with his teeth perpetually bared like that?

Vaquel had an inspiration. She clenched as hard as she could around the hard cock inside her. She rubbed the cyborg’s organic hand across both of her tits. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked obscenely at the cyborg.

The Flame Warrior froze. His cock pulsed inside her. The ridges fluttered.

The cyborg began to pump his hips. He grabbed her plump brown breast and squeezed. His metal arm was tight around her as he fucked the space explorer.

“There you go,” Vaquel moaned. “You want to kill but you like fucking too. I can sympathize.”

The Flame Warrior’s hips accelerated. Back and forth they pumped, slamming his thick cook deep inside Vaquel. The sound of motors filled the room, seconded by the sound of a wet pussy getting thoroughly fucked.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. Her sex was getting pummeled. It felt awesome but it was bruising the fuck out of her pelvis.

The Flame Warrior hissed and Vaquel felt a surge of hot seed fill her sex. The additional sensation pushed her over the edge and she climaxed again. She hung onto the cyborg as they both came.

The fucking continued. The cyborg didn’t even pause. It just kept pumping away at her exhausted sex.

“The Flame Warrior is the worse crime we could have committed,” the director continued. “Instead of eliminating emotions, we encouraged the cyborg’s worse instincts. We gave them an endorphin boost for every kill. Firing its weapons got them hard. Consecutive kills gave them an orgasm. We tinkered with their bodies so that they had near-infinite stamina for sex.”

“Now you tell me!” Vaquel yelled. This was a problem. She liked sex but she couldn’t take much more. Her thighs were already doing numb from the constant collision of crotches. She had to do something and do it now.

As the cyborg kept fucking her, Vaquel took popped an explosive marble from her belt pouch. She was going to jam it in the cyborg’s mouth but his clenched teeth never opened. The only other option was an open cable port on his chest. She gave the marble a quick squeeze and pushed it into the port.

BOOM! The marble exploded inside the Flame Warrior’s chest. The metal buckled but remained while. Smoke rose from the port.

The Flame Warrior stopped thrusting. The arms went limp. Multiple lights flashed along the cyborg’s neck and there was the distressing sound of machinery grinding.

Vaquel pulled herself off the cyborg’s cock. She dismounted and fell to the floor. Her crotch ached as she stood up but at least she was free. One button press and her suit sealed back up again at her sex and breasts. She grabbed her bubble helmet and slapped it back on.

“Sssssss,” hissed the Flame Warrior. It stood up straight and pointed its metal arm at Vaquel. The tip of the weapon glowed red.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled as she dived behind a console. The sound of a laser scorched the air and the floor where Vaquel had been standing caught fire.

“You assholes recover quick,” Vaquel said. She grabbed her plasma pistol and set it to “Queen’s Wrath.” Crouching behind the console, she took aim and fired.

A glowing ball of plasma shot through the air and landed perfectly on the Flame Warrior’s chest. Fire engulfed the cyborg. He stood there burning but didn’t fall down.

The Flame Warrior fired again. A laser punched through the console Vaquel was hiding and scorched her elbow. Pain shot up her arm.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. It took a plasma shot straight to the chest and it is still functioning? No wonder this planet had an extinction even!

Vaquel ran for the airlock. She fired another shot from her plasma pistol and watched the door melt into goo. There, that is how you should properly respond to a plasma hit!

The sound of running metal followed Vaquel and so did the smell of burning flesh. Another laser fired as Vaquel dived through the door.

She was back in the airlock chamber. Her plasma pistol needed to recharge. Terror gripped her until she remembered that the door leading out was unlocked. She rushed to it and pulled it open. Alarms sounded as the chamber was filled with radiation.

The long tunnel back to the surface stretched ahead of her. Fuck. It was a long way back to her ship.

A laser shot seared the door. Vaquel ducked into a roll. The Flame Warrior was inside the airlock chamber. Parts of the cyborg was still on fire. The flesh had melted away to show a robust metal skeleton.

Vaquel checked her plasma pistol. It still needed to recharge. She could use her laser but she doubted it would do anything. Hand to hand? That was suicide.
The Flame Warrior ran towards her. Its cock was on fire. How was it still attached? What was that cock made of?

The cyborg stumbled and fell on the ground. Sparks arced from the weapons arm. It tried to stand back up but collapsed.

Vaquel kept her distance. The cyborg was prone and on fire, but she wasn’t taking any chances. What happened? Did it finally collapse from the explosive she pushed in?

“Wait, didn’t that guy say something about the radiation?” Vaquel asked out loud. She couldn’t quite remember. The guy said a lot of stuff and she wasn’t listening. Maybe historians from the Royal Navy will come by and get the details but as far as Vaquel was concerned, this planet had nothing left to offer.

She had fucked the last cock here. It was time to go.

Feb 052018
 

The Beast is a card game for one person. The person shuffles the cards, makes a deck and then draws a card every day. The card references the terrible lusty monster that they are having sex with. You write based on what the card is asking and create a personal story of lust and horror. When you run out of cards, you write the end to your story and then burn it.

It is a pretty clever concept. You don’t use all of the cards when you play so there is a lot of room for replay. Comfort is a key concern in the game so if you draw a question that makes you uncomfortable, you are encouraged to skip that day. It is a monster sex story that only gets as dark as you let it.

I am near the end of my first play through and I like it. It is a personal game and I found myself confronting some themes that took me by surprise. For example, I ran across two cards in a row that dealt with the Beast rejecting me and my insecurity issues flared like a supernova. I became quite upset and had to give myself some self-therapy.

I hope my personal downer moment doesn’t discourage you from trying it. The fact that I could feel something so intense from a daily prompt game is a plus in my opinion. Most of the other cards deal with questions of logistics or descriptions of the Beast. I enjoyed making her bit by bit and the choices I made feel like some sort of weird Rorschach test.  This is technically a game but I feel like it is a guided exploration of self.

Of course, it has inspired me to try writing a similar game. Some of the cards remind me of entity creation in chaos magic practices. It might be fun/educational/foolish to create a card game that describes your relationship with a sexual demon or demoness. I’ll mull it around and see what happens.

In the meantime, I recommend you give the Beast a try.  For ten dollars you can get the pdf and make your own cards. For 15 dollars and some rather steep shipping and handling, you can get the physical cards. That is what I did and find them quite lovely.

Jan 102018
 

Purson was an amazing retro sounding psychedelic band that sadly split in 2017. They leave us two wonderful albums that never fail to inflame my imagination. When I was writing Ravished by the Haunted House, I had a music list to write by and almost every Purson song was on it.

I am enchanted by lead singer Rosalie Cunningham’s voice but also enthralled with the lyrics that are often strange and reminiscent of a Ditko Doctor Strange comic.  There is magic going on in these songs, or maybe just a mental breakdown. Either way, they are lovely to listen to and wonderful to play over and over again.

Jan 082018
 

Sometime in the mid 80’s, the Russians nuked America and the United States never recovered. Everything is  a wasteland and if the raiders, radiation and mutants don’t kill you, then the strange mass-murderers called Slashers will. Luckily for the damned folk of the Wasteland, they have a telvision show to look forward to, “Try Not To Die!” In this show, wastelanders fight for their lives in a trapped maze while the show producers send Slasher after Slasher after them.

What do the winners get? Nothing because there are no winners. This is all about seeing how fast and nasty the Slashers kill the players.

That is the premise for Slashvivor, a fast brutal book by Stephan Kozeniewski and Stevie Kopas. Likable survivor, Dawn Churchill, is kidnapped and thrown into the game. Like all great protagonists, she lasts longer than she should and brings chaos to event. Stranger and stranger Slashers are released from captivity to try to stop her.

I’m a sucker for fiction about gameshows and the apocalypse so this hit my buttons. I also like Slashers and thought this book did a great job in creating some interesting killers. I could have done without the well-Educated Cannibal but I have come to accept that there is no escaping that type in slasher fiction.

The heroine is okay but quickly upstaged by the bizarre cast of Slashers out to get her. It is a nice long read, which is almost a rarity in this kind of gonzo genre. In this post-Blood Drive world, it was a fun and gory read.

 

Jan 032018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day eighteen of my twenty-four day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. Frequent energy pulses in the region have been playing havoc with the ship’s systems but my personal vigilance have kept everything running within expected performance levels.

It is unclear where the energy storms are coming from as there has been no discernible pattern. The storms themselves vary greatly in intensity as well as energy types. I have logged thirty-two different energy types including four of an unknown type. The chaotic nature of the storms probably explains why the nearby Zatty race never expanded into this region.

I will be monitoring the storms around the clock in order to gain as much data as possible. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no need to mention that Chairbot will be the one monitoring the storms. The Royal Navy doesn’t need to know who is actually doing the work as long as I get the credit.

Vaquel Di dreamed of a soaking in a hot bath. The water was a dark blue and obscured her brown body. Her heavy breasts floated in the water. She stretched out her legs and tried to reach the bottom of the tub but her toes only touched water. A warm current moved between her legs and caressed her round ass.

The space explorer wondered where she was. The walls surrounding the tub were a dark shade of blue that matched the blue of the water. There were designs in the walls but they changed whenever Vaquel tried to stare at them. Up above was a bright light, casting down blue rays.

There was humming in the air. No, it was more of a crackling sound. It was static.

Vaquel didn’t like this. Everything was tranquil. This was a place to soak and relax.

It felt like a trap.

She swam towards one of the walls. It was too smooth to climb out. She dived down into the water. It was dark but the kept swimming. If she could find the bottom, she might be able to find a hatch or a grate.

Vaquel kept moving downward. She wasn’t sure how far she had dived but oddly, her lungs weren’t burning. Either she had greater breathing capacity than she knew, of something was very wrong.

She parted her lips. No water came into her mouth.

What was going on? Vaquel opened her mouth and tried to swallow the water. Nothing passed her lips.

Vaquel kicked back towards the surface. She broke through the water in seconds. That made no sense, she had been heading downwards forever.

Something weird was happening. Was she in a simulated environment? Was she dreaming?

Vaquel thought about it. Like all Euphorians, she thought better while turned on. She reached between her legs and began to stroke.

A tremor ran through her body. Vaquel smiled. At least that was normal. She stroked herself in a slow circular manner as her legs lazily kicked in the water.

Another tremor ran through her. The walls shimmered. The light above flickered. The water seemed to boil.

Vaquel stroked faster. She didn’t understand what is going on but somehow her arousal was disrupting the place.

The walls faded away. The feeling of being in water vanished. Only the light above remained and it was flickering faster.

She plunged her fingers into her sex. A shudder ran through her body.

Vaquel awoke with a start. She was back in her spaceship. The cold metal of the floor supported her bare feet. She felt the flow of the air circulator on her naked body. For some reason, she was standing in front of her power control panel.

She tried to turn around but her body wouldn’t move. Her arm lifted on its own accord and pressed a button. She watched as her head moved on its own volition to look up at the display panel. Vaquel tried to shift her eyes but she couldn’t even do that.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore silently. Her mouth refused to obey her desire to curse. She was trapped within her own body!

Vaquel’s body moved. It walked down the corridor that made up the spine of her ship. The view lurched as whatever controlled Vaquel’s body wasn’t used to walking on two legs.

Chairbot sat in the middle of the corridor. Blue sparks popped from his chassis. The seat was uncharacteristically limp, which only happened when the robot suffered a full shutdown.

A feeling of rage boiled within Vaquel. It wasn’t out of concern for the loyal robot. No, it was anger that someone might have killed the best sextoy she had on the ship.

Her body stumbled. A hand reached out towards a wall for support but the fingers were clenched in a fist. The body came to a stop and a blue haze came over Vaquel’s eyes. The fist slowly uncurled and the body resumed walking.

Vaquel thought about what she had observed. The fist was her doing. She wasn’t as helpless as she thought. Strong emotion could disrupt whatever was controlling her.

She tried to get angry again. Vaquel raged at the idea of someone hijacking her ship. She fumed at the idea of someone hijacking her body. Anger flared at the unknown force that was interrupting her mission. When she thought of the Queen’s disapproval at Vaquel for losing her ship, a white-hot fury engulfed Vaquel’s mind.

The body shook. Hands curled into fists. The body slumped against a wall and slid down to the floor. Legs kicked with rage.

A blue aura surrounded her body. The legs stopped kicking and her fists unclenched. The blue intensified, flaring brightly around her brown body.

Vaquel raged silently within her body. The anger peaked and then began to fade. She was furious but the level of anger it took to overcome the blue was just too much to maintain for any length of time.

The body stood back up. It walked over to the food dispenser. The hand pressed buttons to scroll through the options while the eyes observed the various forms that algae can take. For some unknown reasons, the fingers selected the algae meat nuggets with sweet spice dipping algae sauce.

As the dispenser hummed and prepared the meal, Vaquel speculated on her situation. Something had possessed her but it seemed content to just explore her ship. The way it kept looking at her ship reminded her of herself when she was somewhere new. Could the thing possessing her be another explorer?

It didn’t matter what its motives were, Vaquel wanted control of her body back. Strong emotion seemed to disrupt the entity’s control but anger was too hard to maintain. She needed another emotion to use, something that she could keep at an intense level for a sustained amount of time.

Sadness? No. She was too annoyed to be sad.

Pride? Maybe. She was pretty vain and this entity was wasting her hot body by not doing anything with it.

Happiness? Impossible. There was no way she could be happy in this situation.

The food dispenser beeped and out came a tray. On the tray were nine green nuggets of meat and a green dipping sauce.

The body poked the nuggets. The finger recoiled from the heat of the nugget. It touched the sauce and liked it better. It swirled the finger in the sauce and examined the sticky thickness.

Did this entity understand food? It was content to keep poking the sauce and watching it drip from her fingers. It wasn’t even trying to taste it.

Vaquel sighed internally. Watching the finger push and swirl inside the sauce reminded her of touching herself back in the blue pool.

Wait, what was that pool? Was it some sort of holding area for her conscious? That made sense. And how did she escape it? She had used sex.

Of course! If Vaquel could control her hand, she would have slapped her forehead. It was weird that Vaquel hadn’t of thought of using arousal sooner. Maybe being detached from her body had inhibited her natural sex drive.

Vaquel focused on the finger playing with the dipping sauce. Instead of the cup of green sauce, Vaquel imagined her fingers dipping into her own wet sex. She pictured her fingers pushing past the pink bush of pubic hair and into her brown folds. Her fingers would slip deep inside as the muscles of her sex would clench tightly around them. Instead of the green sauce coating her fingers, it would be the stickiness of her pussy juices.

The hand spasmed and knocked the sauce cup from the tray. The vision wobbled as the body shook. A hand went out and grabbed the machine for support. The blue around Vaquel’s brown body intensified.

Vaquel thought dirtier thoughts. Why settle for fingers when she could imagine a cock? She pictured a thick red cock plunging deep inside her. The massive member would fill her tight sex and stretch her to her limits. Her body would shake from the force of the thrusts, causing her large brown tits to jiggle. She would wrap her legs around the pelvis of the alien fucking her and hold on for dear life.

The body collapsed. From her possessed eyes, Vaquel watched the wall zoom away and then focus on the ceiling above. She winced at the sudden stop and was then grateful she couldn’t feel the back of her head collide with the floor.

The blue grew brighter. A shaking hand rose up and slowly began to calm itself. The entity was fighting hard.

Vaquel had more fantasies to think of. She pictured a wet pussy dropping on her face. Sticky juices would run down her face. Vaquel imagined each lap of her tongue as she licked the imaginary sex. Her lips would be bruised from the weight crushing down but it wouldn’t stop Vaquel from licking.

The shaking increased. The hand clenched and unclenched rapidly. The battle for Vaquel’s body continued.

Vaquel thought about her tits. She thought about what it felt like when aliens grabbed her breasts. Every species loved breasts, and every species loved to maul, grope and fondle her plentiful mounds. She thought about strange fingers pinching her nipples while nimble tentacles squeeze her breasts. A dozen different alien grips played through her mind and she thought about how each one turned her on.

The blue grew so bright that it overwhelmed everything else. Vaquel wanted to close her eyes to the blue but of course she couldn’t. Her only defense was to keep thinking filthy thoughts.

She thought about the taste of alien seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.

She imagined a rough creature fucking her from behind; its thrusting member spearing deep inside her.

She fantasized about a dozen mouths sucking and licking her clitoris.

She pictured herself, suspended in sentient ooze as it filled and fucked every hole that she had.

The blue glow subsided. Vaquel felt a numb tingling sensation in her right hand. Excited, she clenched her fist and felt control of her arm return to her.

There was a loud crackling sound. The tingling in her hand increased. The entity was trying to take back control.

Vaquel knew what to do. She grabbed her breast. Her sticky fingers sunk into her soft flesh and she squeezed. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have any sensation in her breast because her hand could feel her tit. It was like squeezing someone else’s breast.

That was all she needed. Her fingers danced over her soft nipple. She smeared the dipping sauce over her nipple. She pinched herself and she felt a slight flicker of pain. Pulling on the nipple made the pain grow stronger. Vaquel pulled and pulled until she slowly felt sensation return to her breast.

The crackling sound grew softer. There was another sound now. Vaquel strained to hear what it was.

It was a moan.

What did that mean? Was her body subconsciously reacting to her attention? Or was the blue entity enjoying what Vaquel was doing?
Vaquel watched her other hand rise up. It came down on her left breast. She tried to see what the hand was doing but her head refused to move.

There was a tingling sensation on her left breast. She felt fingers pinching the side of her tit. It was her own hand, but being unable to control the hand, it might as well as belong to a stranger.

“You like that?” Vaquel thought. The fingers kept pinching. They tugged and pulled on her flesh. The more the fingers pinched, the more of her breast that Vaquel could feel.

Fuck, even weird possessing entities love tits. It really was a universal constant.

It was time to show the entity what else hands could do. Vaquel scraped her fingernails across her stomach. Slowly she dragged her nails over her skin. This usually sent shivers down Vaquel’s spine but this time she felt nothing.

The entity felt it. There was another moan. The head rolled back and froth and Vaquel, looking out her own eyes, became a little dizzy.

Vaquel moved her hand past her hips and onto her bush of pubic hair. Her fingers parted her sex lips and slid between them. Up and down she rubbed, careful not to penetrate herself.

A shudder ran through her body. Vaquel’s legs parted and she felt them move. Her hips lifted and Vaquel felt the pressure shift to the back of her shoulders.

This was progress. She still only had control of her hand but at least she was feeling other parts of her body.

The left hand moved again. It dragged fingernails across her skin and this time Vaquel felt every grazing touch. The hand moved up her chest, to her throat, to her chin and over her lips.

Vaquel’s lips tingled. It was almost painful but that was okay; the pain turned her on. She focused on the sensations on her lips and willed them to move.

There was a shudder and then her lips opened. The fingers almost recoiled but Vaquel opened her mouth wide. The fingers pushed cautiously inside. Vaquel closed her mouth around the fingers and sucked.

The blue shimmered around Vaquel. She regained control of her tongue and started to lick her fingers. It was weird not being able to feel her hand but once again it created the sensation of touching a stranger.

Vaquel didn’t forget about the hand she did control. She pushed her fingers inside her. Wet heat gripped her fingers. Powerful muscles that Vaquel didn’t control contracted around her fingers.

A moan came from Vaquel’s throat. There was a shift and her hips bucked. Her pussy grinded on her hand in fits and starts, as if unsure how to properly fuck.

Vaquel could work with that. She stroked the sex that was technically hers but for now belonged to another entity. Her fingers slid in and out with practiced ease. She took care to rub that tiny button of pleasure that was her clit. As the pussy muscles contracted tightly around her hand, Vaquel plunged harder and harder.

The fingers in her mouth copied her motion. The hand fucked her face and Vaquel groaned from the force of the thrusts. The fingers plunged deep into her throat while Vaquel sucked as hard as she could.

The blue light flickered around Vaquel’s body. She felt her heels digging into the hard floor of the spaceship. Sweat ran down her back and she felt every drop. Her butt cheeks clenched and Vaquel felt the cold of the floor.

Vaquel stroked faster. She added a twist to her wrist that always put her over the edge. Her fingers began to randomly pinch her from the inside to add that final touch of pain.

The hand in her mouth began to quiver. It shook as Vaquel licked hard with her tongue. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked as hard as she could.

The blue around her body changed hues. As Vaquel furiously stroked and licked, the blue darkened to a deeper shade. The glow grew brighter until Vaquel’s eyes instinctively closed. That was when Vaquel knew she could actually control her eyes again.

Vaquel’s pussy muscles clenched painfully hard around her hand. A moment later, the walls of her pussy quivered. Her thighs closed shut and a scream came from her finger-jammed mouth.

The dark blue glow flashed and then was gone.

Vaquel gasped as a tingling sensation came over her body. She pulled her hands out of her mouth and pussy and sat up. The tingling sensation faded away and she regained control of her body.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel groaned. Her throat was dry. She reached between her legs and winced. It was very sensitive down there, as if she had climaxed.

A snort came from Vaquel’s lips. She had climaxed, she was sure of it. She just hadn’t been in control of her body enough to feel it. The greedy blue entity that controlled her had received the orgasm that Vaquel had worked so hard for.

There was a beeping sound behind Vaquel. She turned to see Chairbot’s seat turn rigid again and the sensor lights come on.

“Mistress!” Chairbot squeaked. “I was invaded by an unknown energy matrix! My core systems shut down in a defensive measure! Are you alright? Is your wonderful ass damaged? Does your round fit bottom require assistance?

“No, no, no and shut up,” Vaquel said. She went to the sensor station and ran a full scan. Her fingers were sticky with dipping sauce and pussy juice. As the scan ran, she sucked on the fingers.

“Mmm, sweet, spicy and tangy,” Vaquel said. She wondered if she could program the algae fabricator to duplicate the flavor.

The sensor station finished the scans. There were nine unknown energy signatures in the area. Four of them possessed a blue quality. All of the energy signatures were moving in unpredictable ways across space.

Could these energy signatures be a new form of life? Whatever had possessed her was sentient but clearly unfamiliar with organic life. It was also virginal in its knowledge of pleasure. Maybe the blue energy was conducting its own research and her body was its unknown territory.

Curious, Vaquel scanned the path ahead and searched for similar energy signatures. The display panel lit up with multiple matches. Were they all connected to the entity that possessed her or were they all individual beings with their own curiosity about her tits and pussy?

Vaquel debated directing the ship through the thickest mass of them. It might be fun to be possessed by stranger after stranger. Now that she knew how to break their control, she could teach the joys of sex to one incorporeal being after another.

The thought was tempting but the appeal quickly faded. As fun as her encounter was, she didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.

“Fuck those blue lights,” Vaquel said out loud. “Let them get their own climaxes.” She programmed a course that avoided all of the energy signatures.

“What was that, Mistress?” Chairbot said. He was lurking behind her, as if hoping he could trick her into sitting on him.

“Shut up,” Vaquel said again. She sat down on the robot chair and the seat conformed to her contours. “Make me come in ten minutes or I’ll blast you into space.”

Vibrator motors roared to life from inside the seat. Vaquel cried out with pleasure and leaned back in the chair. A ridge rose within the seat and pressed against her sex.

The little robot completed his mission with time to spare.

Dec 082017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen Won’t Back Down Even if You Stand Her at the Gates of Hell,” by Royal Astronomers. This is a small system with two gas giants and their twelve moons. Valuable gases and minerals are in low supply here. It is on the edge of Zatty space but the lack of resources doesn’t even warrant a government outpost.

What I did find was a high amount of illicit traffic. A large number of space ships are converging around the second gas giant. A warship from the now fallen Carefully Managed Democracy is providing protection while the owners of the ships meet in a temporary shelter on the third moon.

I was able to convince a patrol that I was not a member of the new Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation by providing oral sex to all sex members of the patrol team. After my face was splattered with Zatty seed, the patrol explained to me that this was a meeting of refugees from the Carefully Managed Democracy. They have come to swap information and trade goods before embarking on their self-imposed exiles until they feel confident to return to in order to support the next rebellion.

For the Glory of Queen Erishella, I will visit this den of disloyal iniquity and pretend to have things to trade. This will let me see how the refugees act firsthand and will inform the Royal Navy on what to expect when they inevitably conquer the Zatty. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I have a ton of souvenirs from visiting all of those war memorials lately. I really don’t know what got into me. Once I had a few, I couldn’t stop collecting photos, plates, coins and those little Zaz figures. Now that I have a supply crate full of this crap, I am not sure what I saw in them in the first place.

Vaquel Di looked around the temporary shelter. It was a true hive of villainy and rebellious scum. Zatty men and women from all walks of life were here. There was a former Zatty war officer, heavily wounded and now more machine than man with his bionic replacements. There was a Zatty women who used to be some sort of judge, now reduced to haggling with a known smuggler for food supplies.

The mood in the air was sour. These people were the defeated. They once commanded armies of soldiers or bureaucrats and were now incapable of controlling what would happen tomorrow. The presence of their powerless colleagues didn’t illicit comradery as much as a reminder of their own defeats.

Vaquel, however, was in a great mood. She had sold half of her souvenirs in exchange for pornography, some ancient wine and a small pillow for her neck. There was a huge demand for her goods, which wasn’t that surprising once she thought about it. Refugees who were expecting to spend years in exile wanted to have cheap little shit that reminded them of home.

A potential customer came to the makeshift table that she was renting. He was a tall Zatty male wearing the helmet of a planetary security officer. A scorch mark covered half of his shirt. His right arm was covered in medical gel and hung useless from his side. He studied the souvenirs she had for sale and then pointed at one.

“How much for the “Battle of Luxaz Station” cup?” he asked. The helmet hid his eyes but his mouth was curled into a perpetual frown.

“What do you offer?” Vaquel asked.

“How about sixty credits?” the officer said.

Vaquel pointed to her right breast. There, attached to the bright pink spacesuit that covered her massive mounds, was a small sign that read, “Barter only, no money!”

“People usually notice that first off,” Vaquel said.

The security officer grunted. “I’ll give you ten units of rations.”

“No thank you,” Vaquel said.

“What about fifty kilograms of fuel?” he offered.

“Don’t need it,” Vaquel said.

“Thirty bottles of high grade alcohol?”

Vaquel thought about it. “Sorry, but my ship is nearing the weight limit for optimal travel. I’ll have to pass.”

The security officer glared at her. It was an impressive trick considering that his helmet was obscuring his eyes and half his face. He must have intimidated a lot of criminals before his government was conquered.

“What do you want?” the officer yelled. “Just say it and quit fucking around with my time!”

Conversation came to a halt inside the small shelter. Sellers and customers alike turned to look towards Vaquel and the security officer.

Vaquel basked in the attention. She had made sure to select a table where the dim overhead light highlighted her tight pink spacesuit. The suit matched the color of her short pink hair as well as the lipstick across her full lips. She looked great, and considering that her current course took her into unknown space, it might be awhile before there are sentient beings who will admire her curves and pretty face again.

With that in mind, Vaquel realized what she wanted from the tall, glaring security officer.

“Lick my pussy and you can have it,” Vaquel said.

“Like your what?” the guard snapped. There was a confused muttering from the onlookers.

“Give me a sec,” Vaquel said as she struggled to remember the varied slang that the Zatty used. “Lick my fuck station, my slut hole, my pound target.” Vaquel pointed at her crotch for extra emphasis.

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. The security officer sneered. “Right here? Are you mad, alien?”

“No, just horny,” Vaquel said. “And why not? This is neutral ground, right? Unless you rather come back to my ship where I might have anything that might incapacitate you and then I can sell your ass to your enemies?”

“This is ridiculous,” the officer said. He began to turn around.

“I’ll toss in the matching “Battle of Luxaz Station” plate as well,” Vaquel said.

The security officer froze. His left hand clenched and unclenched but he wasn’t walking away.

“I don’t where you plan to go and how long you plan to be away,” Vaquel said, “But are you really going to turn down a chance for a matching plate and cup that commemorate one of the Carefully Managed Democracy’s greatest victories?”

The security officer sighed. His clenched fist relaxed and he turned around. “The helmet stays on,” he grunted.

“Shit, I insist,” Vaquel said.

She hopped onto the table as the everyone looked on in disbelief. She pressed a button on her belt and an opening appeared in her spacesuit over her pelvis. The suit opened to reveal a thick pink bush of pubic hair that covered her sex.

Vaquel squatted down and sat on the table. She spread her legs wide and motioned to the officer with her fingers. “Make your payment,” she said.

The security officer went down to one knee in front of her. The mirror visor over his eyes reflected her wet pussy. He bent down to her sex, hesitated and then finally went all the way down.

Hot breath blew onto Vaquel’s sex. A thick alien tongue pushed inside her. Rough lips pressed against Vaquel’s soft nether lips as the security officer began to lick.

“Oh, yes!” Vaquel cried out. The officer licked her quickly; his tongue lashing at her with amazing speed. He pressed down hard against her sex, perhaps physically dominating her tender pussy like he would any criminal he encountered.

One by one, conversations resumed all through the small interior. There were deals to be made and bounty hunters to avoid. The humiliation of a security officer by an alien wasn’t even the most debasing thing most of them had seen lately.

Not everyone went back to trading. Some watched. Vaquel noticed the short Zatty woman who’s hand kept drifting to between her legs before she stopped herself. Two young Zatty males wearing rich clothes whispered to each other as they watched. A male soldier missing an eye was using his good eye to watch every bob of the security officer’s head between Vaquel’s out-stretched legs.

The security officer paused. “Is that enough for our trade?”

Vaquel pushed down on his head. “It’s enough when I say it is enough!”

The security officer moaned into her sex. Vaquel smiled. She bet that no one talked to him like that before the government fell.

He licked faster. His tongue pushed deep inside of her with every lick. He chewed with his lips, munching and slobbering on her hot sex.

Vaquel shuddered. He was good. It wasn’t going to take long at all. She put one hand on the back of his hard helmet and pushed him down onto her sex.

The short Zatty woman came closer. She pretended to glance at Vaquel’s souvenirs but she kept stealing glances at Vaquel’s face. A smile spread across her face with a hint of tongue.

Vaquel’s pelvis flexed as she humped the officer’s tongue. She watched the Zatty woman’s smile grow bigger as Vaquel began to moan.

The security officer licked harder. His tongue rapidly jabbed at Vaquel’s wet sex.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she climaxed. She pressed her sex to the licking officer’s face as her orgasm spread through her body. The officer kept licking.

“Enough,” Vaquel said and she let him go. The security officer rose to his feet, gasping. “That is a fair trade, now go.”

What little of the security officer’s red face that Vaquel could see reddened even further with shame. He almost turned away before remembering his cup and plate. Grabbing them quickly, he carried them low to cover the enormous erection in his pants.

Vaquel laughed as the officer walked away and turned her attention to the Zatty female. She stayed on the table with her legs spread and her sex still exposed.

“Any piece you like, for the same price,” Vaquel said.

“He received two pieces,” the woman said.

“Queen’s tit, you got me,” Vaquel said. “Any two pieces for the same price he paid.”

The woman nodded. “It is a fair price.” She bent over the table and looked down at Vaquel’s sex. “And your tiny meat socket has a strange appeal.”

Vaquel sighed. “I get that a lot. You Zatty are freaking giants.”

The woman giggled and dipped her head down to Vaquel’s sex. Soft lips pressed gently against Vaquel’s sensitive area. A gentle tongue pushed inside her and began to swirl slowly inside her.

Vaquel gasped. She was so sensitive that this gentle swirl was almost overwhelming. She grabbed a handful of the woman’s thick black hair and held on as the woman continued to lick.

The two Zatty men came closer. They pointed at Vaquel and argued about something. Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off of Vaquel.

They weren’t the only ones. The seller at the table to Vaquel’s left had turned his full attention to Vaquel and ignored the customer trying to talk to him. At Vaquel’s right, a woman customer there pointed to Vaquel and asked the merchant if he was willing to make a similar exchange for their goods.

The woman between Vaquel’s legs kept licking with the slow swirl of her tongue. Her discipline was amazing as her tongue never slowed down or speeded up. She kept her lips just barely touching Vaquel’s sex, which meant that when they did touch, it sent fresh shivers up Vaquel’s spine.

Vaquel pulled on the woman’s hair but the more powerful Zatty didn’t budge. Her lips continued to tease Vaquel’s pussy as her tongue worked its slow magic. Around and round the tongue swirled inside Vaquel’s hot sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She let go of the woman’s head and braced herself on the table. It was tempting to lie back but she didn’t want to break her view of everyone watching her. She stayed on her elbows, half-sitting up as this beautiful alien licked her.

The Zatty woman reached up and placed her hand on Vaquel’s chest. Her massive hand sunk into the thin spacesuit material and squeezed the soft breast underneath. Wide fingers contracted tightly around her mound in contrast to the slow gentle licking happening between Vaquel’s thighs.

The pain in her breast pushed Vaquel over the edge. Tension gripped her pussy and then vanished with the coming of her orgasm. Pleasure rippled through Vaquel’s body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out again. “Stop, stop, stop, enough!”

The Zatty woman rose from Vaquel’s sex. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her yellow eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’ll have the “Death of Congress” coin and the Fighter Pilot Zaz figure,” she said.

Vaquel was still breathing hard. “Yeah, yeah. Take it.”

The woman had a smug smile as she picked up her souvenirs. Maybe she thought that she had gotten the better of the deal. Vaquel didn’t mind, that woman didn’t know how valuable her tongue was.

As soon as the woman had stepped away, one of the Zatty men in nice clothes nearly rushed Vaquel’s table.

“I want the framed image of the explosion of the Doomnaut!” he proclaimed. “But instead of my mouth, I offer you my whore-hammer!”

Vaquel frowned and then smiled as she translated his slang. “Let’s see it first.”

The Zatty reached into his clothes and pulled out his cock. It was standard size for a Zatty which is to say it was huge. The hard member pulsed as he held it in his hand. The tip was shiny with pre-come.

“That will do,” Vaquel said. “Now put it in my deposit slit.”

He eagerly stepped up to the table. Vaquel cried out as he grabbed both legs and brought them up against his chest. He pulled her to him and pressed his cock to her wet sex.

Vaquel cried out again as the thick head invaded her. He wasn’t the first Zatty cock that she had had so she was getting used to their immense size but they were still a beast to have inside her. She shuddered as the giant girth stretched and filled her.

“Enjoy that executive whore-hammer,” the Zatty male said. “Once the Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation raise taxes on hard-working innovators, there won’t be any more executive founders!”

“Shut up and fuck,” Vaquel said. “You’re paying me with cock, not your personal philosophy on why you suck.”

The Zatty snarled but he didn’t say anything. He held on tightly to her legs and fucked her harder. His whore-hammer slammed inside of her with short rapid thrusts.

That was fine with Vaquel. He could take out all of the aggression he wanted to on her pussy.

The seller to Vaquel’s right pulled down his pants. A woman wearing a military uniform dropped to her knees to suck him. The seller fucked her face while looking at Vaquel. He gave her a knowing nod.

Vaquel smiled back at him. She was glad to see that she was inspiring alternative methods of commerce. These Zatty might not be so hopeless after all.

The Zatty fucking Vaquel made a strange expression on his face and then his cock began to spasm inside her. A hot rush of seed filled her and the Zatty began to pull out.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel snapped. She grabbed the man by his expensive shirt. “You’re not done until I say you are done, executive ass!”

“But I finished!” the Zatty said.

“Do you want the framed image of the Doomnaut exploding or not?” Vaquel shot back.

The Zatty groaned and looked at the picture. Indecision warred across his face. He sighed and then his hips kept pumping. He winced as his sensitive cock grinded inside her.

“That’s right,” Vaquel said, still holding onto his shirt. “You got to make a full payment. Keep fucking until I tell you to stop!”

The Zatty bit his lip as he kept fucking Vaquel. His thrusts were slower and his face kept wincing from the overwhelming sensations. He began to pant.

Vaquel laughed. She tightened her pussy muscles around him. Her heels ground into him.

“You might have been someone important,” Vaquel said. “But now you’re fucking some alien at a secret station just to get a picture of what used to be home. So, fuck me good, loser. Fuck me like piece of shit you have become.”

The Zatty’s cock throbbed inside her. She felt him harden and she laughed. His face burned with shame and rage.

It was too delicious for Vaquel. She climaxed hard around the Zatty’s tender cock. She screamed her orgasm and her cry filled the small shelter.

Another scream answered her. It came from a woman but Vaquel wasn’t sure where. There was no dying the pleasure in the woman’s scream.

The former executive was still inside her. “Was that enough?” he gasped.

“Go,” she said. “Take your picture, too.”

The executive pulled out of her. She felt a void inside her when his large length left her. To her surprise, the executive’s friend stepped up with his cock already out.

“I want the Zaz figure of the Admiral,” he said.

“Payment in advance,” Vaquel said, spreading her legs wide.

The Zatty took his place. In went his cock and Vaquel welcomed his girth. His cock was shorter in length but a little thicker. It would do nicely.

“I won’t stop,” the Zatty said. He fucked her with a steady pace. “I promise to keep going until you are-“

“Shut the fuck up,” Vaquel said.

The Zatty smiled and his cock drove deeper inside her.

Someone lurked behind the Zatty. Vaquel looked past the male fucking her and saw the cyborg soldier she had spotted earlier. Behind him a Zatty woman polishing a phallic object of some sort. Standing behind her was an older looking Zatty male wearing the clothes of a pilot. A fucking line of fuckers was forming at her table!

There was a grunt to her left. A seller was getting her ass fingered by a soldier. She was bent over the stack of ammo pods that she was selling.

“Pick me up,” Vaquel told the Zatty fucking her. “Pick me up and fuck me.”

“Yes,” the Zatty said. He easily scooped her up from the table with his cock still inside her. His hands on her ass, he raised and lowered her on his giant cock.

Vaquel looked around the room from her new vantage point. The line to her table was getting longer but that wasn’t what held her interest. The other sellers were engaging in their own intimate barter situations. Mouths, cocks and slut-holes were being used in crude and direct ways. Crates were turned into furniture for fucking. Some of the people fucking weren’t even bothering to make trades.

The Zatty fucking her groaned. He stared down at her breasts that were bouncing within her spacesuit. He lifted and dropped her faster on his cock to make her tits jiggle more.

“Just like that,” Vaquel moaned. “Keep going and don’t stop. Make me come on your giant slut hammer.”

The Zatty nodded and did as he was told. His thick member drove deep up inside of her. The impact of thighs slamming into his crotch grew louder as he pummeled her sex.

Vaquel went over the edge of pleasure once more. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. Her scream carried through the barter shelter and but was drowned out by the pleasure cries of others.

“Stop,” Vaquel gasped.

The Zatty paused. His cock throbbed inside her. “But I haven’t creamed my sausage,” he said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Vaquel said. She pulled his cock out of her and lowered her legs. She was unsteady on her feet so she fell back onto the table. “Your cock is my payment. Your seed isn’t part of the trade. Take your souvenirs and go.”

The Zatty made a whining noise but he grabbed the figure that he wanted. He noticed the orgy around him and his mood brightened. Perhaps he could make another trade to relieve his needs.

Vaquel steadied herself on the table. The cyborg soldier came to the table. His face was unreadable behind a mask of metal. He took out his cock, which appeared to be entirely organic. She was a little disappointed in that.

“I want the Zaz figure of the diplomat robot, the cup from “The Siege of Justice Prison”, and the official scrap metal fragment from the Law Table.”

Vaquel looked at the cyborg’s organic but still sizable cock. His demands were not unreasonable for what he was sporting but she also looked at the line forming at her table.

“No, you get one item of your choice,” Vaquel said. “My inventory is running low and I want to make sure all of my customers get a chance to satisfy me.”

The cyborg looked down at her with his blank face. “Don’t you mean, you want all of your customers a chance to be satisfied?”

“I said what I meant,” Vaquel said as she spread her legs once more for commerce.

Nov 132017
 

American Horror Story is an idea that I like a lot. Every season is a brand new story and new characters. The story wraps up within the season giving you a beginning and end. They recycle a lot of their actors, giving the series the feel of a playhouse putting on new stories.

The execution of these stories can leave a lot to be desired. Even with just one season, the stories can go on too long. There is an obsession with torture and despair that drags the show out of entertainment and into just hard to watch. Some of the actors play the same damn type of character over and over again which ruins the potential freshness of a new story. Worse of all, many interesting ideas will be tossed out but never really followed up on and some arcs end too abruptly to be satisfying.  For these reasons, even though I sometimes still enjoy a season of AHS, I have never had a season that I could recommend.

That has changed with the sixth season, not available on Netflix. The season is called Roanoke and has a quite a few new gimmicks. One, the show is presented as something that is being aired on television. It is a reenactment show about two poor bastards who bought the wrong house in the North Carolina woods. We have two sets of actors for all of the characters. There are the “real” people discussing their experiences in a studio and then there is the actors playing them in the reenactment. The story unfolds and weird shit happens. There is a shit ton of ghosts, evil hillbillies and strange sightings.  In the fifth episode, the reenactment series wraps up. It is pretty much a self-contained story.

In the sixth episode, we begin a new season of the fake show. The first season was such a hit that the producers are bringing back the “real” people and their acting counterparts to spend a few days in the house as a reunion reality show with cameras. As you can imagine, terrible shit happens. The “show” is built from the footage recovered by the authorities.

This is a really neat development. None of the actors think this shit is real. The real people know it is real but they have their own reasons for coming back. When the monsters show up, they are far worse and scarier than what we have seen before because as the audience, we have only seen what has been reenacted.

The final episode of the season is made up of footage from three different shows, including a True Crime show, a live interview show and a Ghost Hunters-style show before spending the final act completely divorced from found footage and more like a normal show. If you love found footage stories like I do, this season of AHS is a true gift.

I’ve talked a lot about how the show is structured but that isn’t my favorite part. The best part about this show, without going into spoilers, is that the most important character is a black woman. The “show” vilifies her so they can have a villain and you the audience is left guessing whether she is as bad as she has been portrayed. It is a season long discussion about racism in ways I would never expect from AHS. It is also a discussion about how media creates villains out of people and who do they pick? The really dark black woman who is no angel. The last five episodes of Roanoke tackles these issues in interesting ways and I would rank this season almost as racially significant as the movie, Get Out.

The season isn’t perfect. There is still quite a bit of torture. You know if it graphic when they announce a discretion warning AFTER the scene where someone has his intestines pulled out. I feel the first five episodes could have been a bit more creative with their gimmick, but I accept it because the first five episodes are setting the table for the really excellent last five episodes.

So yeah, if you like horror and you like interesting black characters, you should really watch season six of American Horror Story: Roanoke.

Nov 082017
 

I have been thinking about the structure of erotic novels. Specifically, I have been thinking about the structure of an erotic novel I am in the middle of writing and how I wish I had more a blueprint for what I wanted to do with it.

There are a few models for regular novels that work well in porn. There is the three-act structure which I think works really well for romantic erotica. The first act is two potential lovers meeting, or maybe even fucking. The second act is all the reasons they can’t be together all the time, or maybe it is all the hot sex they have that must keep strictly sexual despite both wanting to take the next level. This ends with a breakup or separation and then the third act is how they get back together to fuck some more.

The other famous structure is the Hero’s Journey. Some young person gets recruited to do something. They resist, then they train, then they might resist some more, then they do a bunch of stuff and finally become a mature hero who takes care of the problem. It is such an iconic story that porn often imitates it without even consciously being aware of it because becoming hero is awfully similar to a sexual awakening. Character gets invited for hot sex, they have their doubts and are reluctant but through the teaching of their mentor, they get better and better until they achieve some loft sexual goal like being hot enough to attract the second hottest character in the book.

There is a third structure in porn novels that used to be more common but not as much in world today. It is the Picaresque model where some low class person has a series of loosely connected adventures that are designed to show how clever this low class person is. Any single encounter could almost exist on its own as a short story.

The erotic equivalent is a novel where the character doesn’t really grow into a super-sex person or finally fuck someone important. They also don’t really have a lofty goal in the distance that they must struggle against like in a three act structure. They simply are and the what they are is someone who fucks in a series of encounters meant to arouse.

I feel like there has to be other structures that I am not aware. To be honest, I never studied structure much and to my knowledge, have never seen anyone try to break it down for porn novels. I am curious if anyone is aware of other novel structures in porn.

 

Nov 062017
 

Hot Cop has gone full evil and is now the Primo. He has chicks, a great leather jacket and the approval of the crowd. He is relishing being the Primo and has completely sold out. Grace and Tortured Cop try to talk sense into him but Hot Cop is a lost cause, maybe.

There was a moment where Tortured Cop shows up and I wondered if I missed an episode. I had no idea how he got there and it turns out, he wasn’t Tortured Cop at all. He’s Faux Tortured Cop but he is super-believable, especially when it comes to him wondered what Hot Cop ever saw in Grace to trust her.

Sadly for Hot Cop, the Primo is less of a King and more like a Spring King to be slaughtered in time for the harvest. He is the Primo Sacrifice and we get a great clip of how other Primos were executed. It is highly reminiscent of what happened to the winners of the movie, Running Man.

Once Hot Cop gets clued in, he makes a play to kill the real hero of the series, Slink. To my surprise, he beheads Slink. To my non-surprise, a clone of Slink activates and asks Hot Cop if he really thought that he was the first Primo to try to escape his fate through Slink’s entrails.

Which answers the question about what Slink is. He isn’t a demon or soul with a contract, he is a near-never ending supply of cloned Masters of Ceremonies. I’ll take it.

Incidentally, the execution method for Hot Cop is to be fed to a blood engine. Slink assures him that if he has no trace of goodness left in him, Hot Cop will pass through unharmed. Which explains how Karma survived getting blood engined last episode.

Speaking of Karma, she gets the subplot of the episode as we see her get recruited by Heart and her rise to power. She had a murderous streak from the beginning but even a damned place like Heart has a glass ceiling so she wasn’t really able to take power until she impersonated a man. Blood Drive: the b-movie series with a million deaths and a ton of social commentary.

Back to the main plot, Faux Tortured Cop tries to split up Hot Cop and Grace but he fails because come on, Grace and Hot Cop are meant to be. Hot Cop kills Faux Tortured Cop and regains a bit of his humanity.

Once Grace fails to die, Karma calls Slink and cancels the show. Oh, the ultimate horror!

His show now cancelled, Slink makes one last offer to Hot Cop and Grace. Let’s team up one last time and kill Heart Enterprises! Onto the finale!

Stray thoughts,

The first Primo appears to be a punk woman, Meryl Smith. Blood Drive might be sleaze but it is more gender equality conscious than most mainstream shows.

Karma mentions she ditched her fellow inmates when they broke out of prison because they were too clingy and I totally get that.

Anytime someone invites you to a tribute ceremony, get it in writing that YOU are not the tribute they are offering.

As always, my favorite bits are Slink dealing with other executives. When someone tells Slink that they need to take over and really make Blood Drive great, they ask, “How can you say no to that?” Cut to Slink putting the executive’s head on a spike.

“Thank you for mansplaining that to me.” Grace is one of the best women characters of 2017.

 

 

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Nov 032017
 

Gambling is one of those things I love to study but never participate in. I have compulsive tendencies and I understand fully how screwed I would be if I ever gambled. I admire gambling from afar and my two biggest unrequited crushes are Poker and Las Vegas. Tim Power’s 1996 epic, Last Call, deals with both subjects, throws in the Tarot, and then adds a cast of insane characters who are actually quite normal by Las Vegas standards.

The main character, Scott, has a really bad father who has assumed the role of the Fisher King of Las Vegas by killing the former magical Fisher King, Bugsy Siegel. Scott escapes his father at a young age, gets raised by a wonderful superstitious gambler, and then fucks up his life to the point that the only thing that can save him is confronting his father who is going to forcefully possess Scott’s body next Easter anyway if Scott does nothing. Along the way, Scott finds out that the Tarot is alive in every deck of cards, that multiple people want to be the Fisher King and Scott could be of use to them, and that his long lost foster sister might be the living incarnation of the Moon card.

This is a book where every other character knows just enough magic to get in trouble. This is a book where the cards of an ordinary playing deck can be terrifying. This is a book where Vegas is both a magical wonderland and a horrific haunted city.

Ultimately, this is a book about desperateness and schemes which I think is the intersection of magic and gambling. Both hobbies can be destructive and both hobbies are equally filled with people who claim to be the masters of the hobby but are often the biggest victims. As much as this book makes magic and gambling out to be wonderful, it also works hard to remind you that magic and gambling are fickle as fuck and will ruin you.

I love this book but my only warning to readers is that this is a book that never fully explains the rules of what is happening. If you need concrete explanations, prepare to be lost for most of this book. Much like a real casino, this book keeps a lot of things in the background to make sure you the reader never understand how stacked the odds really are.