Oct 102016

vf501The entire first chapter of my four part Gnosis College story is available to be read in its entirety. It is the sweet story of a young student who wants to do a case study on the effects of a pornographic sigil on the human mind.  Unexpected side effects occur. Also, there is an unexplained Naked Clown Woman. I am very proud of this story and I think you will enjoy it too.

Part two starts today. More will be unexplained! More questions will arise! Lots of naked people!

Big thanks to Dr. Faustus for letting me play in his universe. Bigger thanks to Lon Ryden who dealt with my insane script and did a great job illustrating it.

Read the entire issue here.

Oct 052016

Explorer’s Log: This is the twenty-third day of my thirty-one day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Amazing Sexual Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. There has been no sign of the radiation storms that plagued me the last ten days. Hopefully that was the end of them. The ferocity of the storms goes a long ways towards explaining why the last few worlds I visited were so sparsely populated.

After a week of being on high alert repairing the ship and avoiding the worse of the storms, I have scheduled a most needed vacation day for myself. Although it pains me to take a day off from serving my Queen, I fear that if I do not reluctantly take a day off, then my performance might be less than exemplary and as we all know, the Queen deserves nothing but our best. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Lords of the Underworld, I need a fucking day off. I have been so busy that I haven’t masturbated in four days. That’s inhumane. I deserve to get off in a special way and I have had four days to come up with something delicious and dangerous.

Vaquel Di sat naked on Chairbot. Her plump brown ass settled into the contours of the robot’s adjustable seat. A groan came from Chairbot’s speaker and Vaquel smiled.

She bent forward and tightened her boots. They needed to be as snug as possible so she couldn’t pull out of them. When they were properly cinched, Vaquel spread her legs as wide as they would go. A voice command activated the magnet locks on her boots. Powerful forces sealed her boots to the metal floor. Her feet weren’t going anywhere.

Sitting back up, Vaquel reached for the smart clamps. They were wireless and meant to torment/pleasure aliens but they also worked wonderfully as nipple clamps. She set them for “Sensual Bite” and applied them to each of her nipples. The clamps tightened around her nipples to an almost painful level.

“Oh shit,” Vaquel moaned. That hurt. That felt good. Pain and pleasure radiated form her nipples and seemed to fill her heavy brown breasts.

There was one last detail to go. Vaquel reached up with both hands to grab a hold of the cable she had secured to the ceiling. Metal restraints were wrapped around each of her wrists and when she brought them together, powerful magnets secured them together. The socket at the end of the cable plugged into her restraints and the cable automatically retracted to extend her arms to the edge of her tolerance.

Vaquel was securely bound. She couldn’t lower her arms. The boots prevented her legs from moving. The clamps nibbled her nipples. There was no escape.

That wasn’t true. The restraints had a release button. They were keyed to her fingerprint so that she could never be captured by her own gear. One touch and she would be free, but she was bound enough to enjoy the illusion.

Of course, that was what she thought several months ago when she was having remote sex with that Zatty miner. Vaquel had constructed a sex toy for the miner to use but she included a voice-activated failsafe to give her total control. She hadn’t accounted for the sonic aspect of the sex toy interfering with her voice commands. This resulted in her being pinned down and fucked without mercy until her partner had tired of her.

It had been a humiliating experience. She was the skilled explorer and he was just some asteroid miner. Shame rose up within her just thinking about it.

It had also been incredibly arousing. The helplessness, the relentless sex and the pain had given her one of her most powerful orgasms.

Oh well, there would be no repeats of that today. She wouldn’t come as hard but she would come close. Safety was more important than pleasure.

“All right, Chairbot. Remember what I told you?” Vaquel said.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “You want to experience a simulated loss of control! I am to vibrate as much as I want as you wiggle and squirm on me with your wonderful round ass! I am to ignore your cries to let you go, unless you use the special command phrase, ‘shithead’!”

“Good,” Vaquel said. “You can start now!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

A slight vibration emanated from the seat of the robot. The point of contact was centered on her sex. Vaquel shuddered. After being denied the past few days, she was sensitive to even these light vibrations. Her thighs clenched and she shifted on the seat. The boots didn’t let her move much more.

The minimal movement caused her breasts to wobble. The smart clamps tightened and her nipples stung. The pain far exceeded the pleasure of the seat.

“More,” Vaquel said.

The vibrations increased but they shifted away from her sex and to her ass. A pleasant tingling assaulted her large buttocks and carefully avoided reaching her sex. Vaquel grinded in her seat but the vibrations stayed just out of reach.

“Oh you little bastard,” Vaquel said. “I didn’t think you had it in you to be cruel.”

“I learned from you, Mistress!”

Chairbot’s seat shifted. A ridge formed in the center and pressed against her damp sex. Weak vibrations came from the front of the ridge but they were too weak to reach her sex. Vaquel leaned forward but the cable holding her hands limited how far she could go.

“Fucker,” Vaquel groaned. “I need more!”

The seat shook violently. Vaquel’s breasts jiggled wildly. The smart clamps tightened to new levels of pain as they struggled to hold on. The shaking of the seat banged against her thighs and forced them to stretch.

“What the fuck?” Vaquel yelled.

The seat suddenly stopped. The ridge on the seat reshaped itself and pushed inside Vaquel’s sex. A surge of vibrations pulsed inside her.

“Oh!” she cried out. Her fists clenched. She threw her head back in ecstasy. Her breasts shook but the pain added to her pleasure. She tried to close her thighs around the seat but the boots held her tight.

The ridge of the seat moved up and down. It barely penetrated her sex by centimeters but she felt the shallow thrusts. The vibrations made sure of that. It was like being pounded by the universe’s smallest vibrator.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel moaned. Any other day and these slight thrusts would only be a tease. Today was different. Her pussy was soaking wet. She relished every push inside her.

The thrusting stopped. Vaquel whimpered and clenched around the frustratingly small intrusion. A moment later, the vibrations stopped.

“I’m close,” Vaquel said. It sounded like a command.

The seat vibrated. It was a low steady hum that permeated the entire seat. It pulsed against her ass. It pulsed against her thighs. It pulsed against the lips of her sex. It pulsed along the small phallic ridge inside her.

The vibrations were too weak. It was pleasant but she wasn’t going to get off.

“More!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to hump the seat. Bolts of pain shot from her nipples through the rest of her tits. Her thighs ached from straining against the magnetic boots.

The vibrations went away.

“Queen’s tit, no!” Vaquel snapped. “Give me more! I am so close!”

Chairbot didn’t respond. The ridge went away, leaving the heat of her sex.

“Damn it, didn’t you hear me, Chairbot?” Vaquel said.

A surge of vibrations pulsed at her buttocks. They were too strong. They passed out of the realm of pleasurable and straight into discomfort. Worse, the vibrations shook her entire body, causing her smart-clamps to bounce furiously.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” Vaquel yelled.

“No, Mistress” Chairbot said.

Vaquel gasped. Her robot was disobeying her? That asshole! That fucker! The piece of scrap!

A surge of desire flowed between her legs. The little bastard had learned something about cruelty! Who knew how far the little fucker would go?

A shiver of fear ran down her spine. Was this the Zatty miner situation all over again? No, she could still reach her restraints with her fingers. One touch and she would be free. There was nothing to worry about.

The vibrations stopped. Her ass was numb from the intensity of the vibrations. Her breasts stopped jiggling but her nipples were on fire. She would have given anything to get those damn clamps off!

A new ridge formed beneath her. This was beneath her anus. Vaquel froze as the ridge extended and pushed against her tight brown hole. It stopped after pressed firmly against her asshole.

It began to vibrate.

“Oh, yes!” Vaquel cried.

Another ridge pressed against her sex. Vaquel tugged at the cable holding her hands up. The second ridge began to vibrate.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Vaquel moaned.

The ridge against her anus pulsed and then was still. The ridge against her sex pulsed and was still. They took turns, one pulsing and then stopping for the other to pulse.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned. It felt good. Her ass clenched and pussy was soaked.

It wasn’t enough. The vibrations were too weak. The pulsing ended too soon. The ridges didn’t fully penetrate. It was all a terrible tease.

Vaquel moaned. She tried to shift her weight back and forth between the ridges but her pinned feet and bound hands made it so hard to move. All she could do was writhe, which made her tits swing back and forth along with those damn clamps.

“Do you want more, Mistress?” Chairbot said?

“Yes!” Vaquel yelled.

“More vibrations, Mistress?” Chairbot asked and both ridges roared to life with wonderful sensations before fading back to their dull pulsing.

“Yes!” Vaquel yelled.

“Or do you want more inside you, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. Both ridges extended. The front ridge pushed past her pussy lips thickly entered her. The back ridge narrowed and pushed inside the tight pucker of her asshole. After a few brief seconds of double penetration, they slid back out.

“Fuck, yes!” Vaquel yelled.

“Which do you want, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. “Vibrations or extensions?”

“Both! Both! Give me both you little bastard!” Vaquel yelled.

“Beg,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel gasped. “What did you say?”

“I said beg for it,” Chairbot replied.

A chill ran down her spine and went straight to her clenching pussy. She noticed that he didn’t say ‘Mistress’. Was her robot serious? Could her servile little sycophant really have the gonads to make her beg?

The seat went back into high power mode. Incredible vibrations buzzed her trapped ass. Her body jumped and the smart clamps tightened their hold on her abuse nipples.

Just as quickly, the intense vibrations stopped. “I’m waiting, Vaquel,” Chairbot said.

Fury raged within her but so did desire. The little fucker was making her do this.

“Please, I am so wet,” she said. Inside, she swore to get revenge on the robot later.

“Louder,” Chairbot said.

A growl escaped her lips before she could stop herself. “Please, Chairbot,” she forced herself to say.

“Tell me how bad you want it, organic slut,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel blinked. This was a different side of the robot. She was almost impressed.

“I need it badly, Chairbot,” Vaquel said. “I need YOU badly. Please let me come. I’ll do anything you want if you let me come!”

“You’ll sit on me for hours?” Chairbot asked.

“Yes!” Vaquel said.

“You’ll sleep on me for three nights in a row?”

“Yes!” Vaquel pleaded.

“You will keep your beautiful perfect bottom on top of me for a total of seventy-one hours out of the next seventy-two hours?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Vaquel cried. “Just let me come!”

“I will allow it,” Chairbot said.

He will allow it? Vaquel gritted her teeth. After she gets off, she was going to do somethi- ahhhh!

The vibrations returned. The ridges formed to fit every curve of her body. Something the size of her pinky entered her ass. A variety of vibrations attacked her pussy.

“Queen’s tits!” Vaquel cried out. It was incredible. She pulled hard on the cable holding her hands. Her thighs tried to squeeze around the seat but the boots wouldn’t let her move. The smart-clamps bit into her nipples but the pain was a slight distraction from the wonderful sensations against her sex.

She was going to come. Vaquel clenched her lips to prevent Chairbot from knowing. The cruel little robot might try to ruin it. She couldn’t trust him and the secret urgency to climax only added to her arousal.

“Mmmm,” Chairbot moaned. Vaquel almost smiled. The asshole was programmed to enjoy the clenching and squirming of her ass. He better enjoy it now because she planned to punish him greatly for his arrogance.

The vibrations increased. The ridges pushed deeper into her sex and ass. The smart clamps held onto her tender nipples. The cable held her arms up painfully high. The need for secrecy combined with her thoughts of revenge to heighten her sensitivity.

Vaquel’s orgasm exploded. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried.

Pleasure radiated through her body. She writhed and ignored the flashes of pain from her clamped nipples. She trembled with bliss. Her wrists ached from pulling on her restraints.

The vibrations ceased. The extensions pulled away from her holes. Heat rapidly formed under Vaquel’s buttocks. The robot chair was cranking his heated seat to stinging levels!

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. She tried to jump up but she lost her balance when she couldn’t move her feet. The hot spots were small and stung targeted areas of her plump bottom.

“That’s it, fucker!” Vaquel yelled. “I’m going to throw you out the airlock!”

She pressed her finger against the touch sensor. Nothing happened.

“I disabled the release sensor by wireless connection,” Chairbot said. “You had requested an involuntary experience. Bitch.”

Vaquel gasped. This was the miner and his sonic sex toy all over again! She couldn’t believe this she let this happen again!

“Let me go right now, shithead!” she snarled. There, she said the safeword. He had to let her go.

The nipple clamps suddenly tightened. Twin stings stabbed her breasts. The sharpness of the bites were far in excess of what she had programmed.

“I also rewrote your instructions on the smart clamps,” Chairbot said. “I am also choosing to ignore your safeword. You’re at my mercy now, slut!”

The heat subsided on the seat but Vaquel was sweating. She had never heard this tone from her robot before. Had he been hacked? Was he taken over by some strange technology? Or worse of all, was he just finally tired of all the shit she gave him?

The vibrations returned. Vaquel groaned. The intensity was just right. It was pleasant. It was gentle and hitting all of the right spots. It was lovely. She could come to this easily.

The smart clamps had other ideas. They relaxed but just for a moment before biting down with extreme tightness. The contrast between pain and pleasure warred within Vaquel’s body.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Vaquel said.

“I am in control now,” Chairbot said.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. The vibrations increased and so did the tightness of the clamps.

“Say it,” Chairbot demanded.

“What?” Vaquel asked.

The smart clamps stabbed her nipples. The vibrations pulsed to unbearable levels. The cable holding her hands tugged and her arms stretched.

“Say that I am in control,” Chairbot said.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. “Wait, you’re in control!”

The smart clamps released their pressure ever so slightly. The pulsing seat returned to normal levels. The cable slackened.

“Say my name!”

“Chairbot is in control!” Vaquel yelled.

The ridge on the seat returned. It pressed against her sex and every centimeter of it was vibrating. Vaquel shuddered with every pulse.

“Again!” Chairbot snapped.

“Chairbot is in control!”

The smart clamps relaxed to a dull pinch. Vaquel sobbed with relief.

“Who is your master?”

“Chairbot is my Master!”

The vibrations accelerated. The ridge extended past the lips of her pussy and entered her sex. The seat tilted forward to further impale Vaquel onto the ridge.

“Yes, yes, yes! GLORY TO THE QUEEN!” Vaquel cried.

Her second orgasm shot through her. She tried to curl into a ball but the boots and wrist restraints wouldn’t let her. Pleasure blossomed through her restricted body.

There was a click and suddenly her hands were free. Vaquel tumbled forward and the boots unsealed from the ground. She slid off the soaked seat and landed in a mess on the floor. The smart clamps fell from her poor nipples and rolled away.

“Was that enjoyable, Mistress?” Chairbot said.

Vaquel shuddered on the floor. It was more than enjoyable; it was exactly what she needed. Still, he needed to be punished for daring to disobey her. A thousand insults and punishments came to her lips but she didn’t say any of them.

“Are you okay, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. He rolled towards her. “Would you like to sit on me while you recover?”

The servile tone was back but was it just a ruse? Was there more to her lackey than she ever knew? She found the idea both frightening and a bit arousing.

“That is an excellent idea, Chairbot,” she said. Vaquel pulled herself up and sat on the robot’s seat. Contours formed to support her back and massage her sore ass.

Would he try something else? Could she really trust him? Vaquel wasn’t sure but her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Sep 272016

A mountain jiggled. As I peered closer, I saw that it was no mere mountain but a breast beyond comprehension. It was the tip that gave it away as the giant brown areole surrounded a giant nipple pierced the clouds.

The mountain breast lactated. Down the side of the breast the milk flowed into a stream. Surrounding the stream were much smaller breasts of all shapes. Brown breasts jiggled alongside pale. Plump mounds wobbled next to rigid tiny tits. I saw tan lines among a few of the breasts but how those lines were formed were beyond me.

The stream of milk flowed past these breasts into the hills, but they were not hills. They were giant breasts, though not as giant as the mountain. These breasts were merely the size of houses with nipples the size of doors.

Nothing lived among these plentiful breasts. No creature stirred and no insect crawled. I could not divine the purpose of so many breasts. Were they formed by some mad god or did they provide nourishment for someone I could not see?

As I watched, a great wind sent the hill tits to jiggle and shimmy. A great breast moved and I saw the flash of bone beneath. It was difficult to see with my glass but the bone appeared to be a human skull, crushed long ago under a breast too heavy to measure. I suspect that some mammary obsessed magician may have made a fatal mistake in this bizarre dimension.

“In a Purple Mirror”
-Jennifer Glasse

Sep 242016

My brother and I never had much in common. Even when we liked the same things we liked them for entirely different reasons. he was rarely intellectually curious and didn’t like to read. In a lot of ways I felt like he was my complete opposite.

But one day he came over and wanted to tell me about this weird thing he found. It was a movie that might be real, and there was all sorts f evidence on the internet that said it was real and a bunch that said it wasn’t. It was called the Blair Witch Project and he was fascinated by it.

I too liked the Blair Witch Project. I liked the mystery and I loved the attempt to create an authentic artifact of a fictional horror movie. I wasn’t as enamored of the internet clues and ambiguity of whether it was real or not like my brother, but I related to his thirst for answers. As a kid that grew up with In Search Of, UFO books and Bigfoot sightings, I understood my brother’s passion. On this one subject, I felt like me and him were alike.

So when Blair Witch came out, there was no doubt that I would see it. I saw it because I am a fan of the original but I also saw it for him since he passed away a few years ago.  I wanted to see if he would have liked it.

I think he would. The new movie is good. A  video is uploaded to the internet that maybe shows one of the characters from the first movie. The character’s brother gets a group together to go into the woods to see if his sister is still there. Creepy things happen. The stick figure art installations are back. Strange sounds haunt the group. They get fucking lost. They find the house. Things get terribly, inevitably worse.

My brother knew a lot of the fan theories about the first movie. There was a theory on time travel that my brother loved that I thought was unlikely. No spoilers but time becomes a big part of the story and I smiled because my brother would have felt so redeemed to see his theory validated.

My wife and I saw the movie on a Thursday afternoon in an empty theater. At  first it was great because we could make jokes without fear of annoying anyone. As the horror escalated though, that big empty theater became less friendly. Shadows moved in the corner of my eyes. My wife got closer and closer to me. Near the end, my heart was thumping and I was genuinely scared in that delicious rare way that you get from haunted fun houses. Even though the movies follows most of the beats of the first film, the inevitability becomes part of the terror and despair. You know what is going to happen because you have seen it before but it is innovative and interesting enough that the familiarity doesn’t become boring.


Sep 232016

In the last episode of the Great Gall Bladder Drama, my wife had her gall bladder removed on the 13th. Everything was fine until the 15th when she experienced terrible chest pains. The doctor ordered us some tests and my wife went in on Friday to get a CT scan.

Here is where everything kicked into high gear. The CT people saw the scan, called the doctor and told us that my wife was being admitted to the hospital but they couldn’t tell us why. That would be the doctor’s job.

The doctor’s nurse came by, told us that my wife had a giant pouch of fluid inside her body. It could be bile, it could be an infection, it could be anything. The doctor would explain it and oh, don’t eat anything because you’ll be having surgery any minute.

We go to the hospital room, get checked in and my wife brings up that she hadn’t eaten since 8:30 that morning and it was 3pm now and she was really hungry. The nurses said wait until the doctor showed up.

He didn’t show up. We paged him. We called his message service. We called his practice. Nothing.

Around 8:30, the surgeon on call showed up, didn’t know where our doctor was but explained that no surgeries were happening tonight and it would be tomorrow morning so my wife was allowed soup broth and nothing else.

Long story short, we fired the doctor who went missing, made the surgeon on call our new doctor.

My wife had a drain put in her side and it turned out that the pouch of liquid was bile. This happens sometimes. When they removed the bladder, all the tubes connecting to the bladder close up and sometimes more bile gets through while they close.

On Sunday they did a scope down her throat and removed a leftover gall stone and checked for no leaks. There were no leaks.

Monday they took the drain out and sent her home. Today she went back to work.

Holy shit, was that traumatic. The doctor who went missing, the starving and two surgeries on a weekend did little for our stress.

Everything is okay now and who knows, we might be getting back to normal soon.

Sep 142016

The wife came out of gall bladder surgery okay. It was supposed to take 15 minutes but ended up taking an hour and a half. her gall bladder was inflamed and much larger than they expected. The doctor said it was on the verge of bursting so it was good we got to it when we did.

The nurse gave my wife a long list of things not to do and then ten minutes later on the ride home, the wife gave me highly detailed arguments for why she should be allowed to do just about anything on the list. It was pretty funny. She was dopey on pain medication but still super smart. It resulted in her talking like a five year old with a really advanced vocabulary.

She has the rest of the week off, and I think Monday as well. Hopefully I can sit her down in front of Netflix and she will keep out of trouble.

Sep 092016

My wife has had terrible stomach pains for the last few weeks. Early on the doctor thought it was acid reflux but some tests have shown it is gall stones. We plan to have her gall bladder removed and luckily that is an easy operation.

What was not easy was that when the doctor said he had an opening on Tuesday, my wife started to list the reasons why work wouldn’t make that possible. She had deadlines. She had things due. There was no one to cover. Maybe she could have the surgery in a week or two.

I recognized that behavior. I think we all do it. At some point, we treat our health like a resource to be spent. We stay up late to get work done and figure we will take the hit tomorrow. We go in sick because we figure our discomfort is not as bad as failing our responsibilities. We push our health to hit our goals.

And you know, I used to do that too, especially when I was younger. I bet every one of my younger readers here are doing it now. We act this way because our bosses and the companies we work for treat us as resources and that mindset filters down to us. It is insidious.

So I’m going to tell you something young and old people, work doesn’t give a shit. The phone company won’t regret your serious injury because you sacrificed for them. The university won’t have a change of heart because you ruined your marriage for their needs. You are just someone that works for them and when it comes right down to it, you have to be your own labor union and advocate for yourself.

In the end, my wife skipped her boss and went straight to Human Resources. The people there got her started on the paperwork for paid medical leave. They told her to go to surgery right away. When my wife went to her boss, her boss wanted to make my wife use up her vacation days for her time away in addition to delaying the surgery until some projects done. Fortunately, my wife listened to me and will be having her surgery on Tuesday.

So please keep that in mind. You only get one body for this weird world. Take care of it even if it disagrees with the interests of your corporate owners.

Sep 072016

Explorer’s Log: I have arrived at the star system designated “Queen’s Incredible Grasp of Warfare” by Royal Astronomers. It is a binary star system and every one of the seven planets is a crispy desert shithole.

The third planet actually has settlers which just goes to show that idiots will try to live anywhere. I was tempted to land at one of the cities but they reeked of desperation and criminal elements even from orbit. I have opted to visit one of the lone farm settlements instead. I was curious what the fuck they are even farming out on a blasted plain of heat and sand.

It turns out they farm moisture, which is the most pathetic thing I have heard in awhile. The farmers were an elderly couple of Zatty and their nephew, a rather handsome example of Zatty youth. They welcomed me into their pitiful excuse for a habitation and I blessed them with some of my water rations.

They invited me to stay the night in their moisture shed. I am eager to get back to the comfort of my ship but since these people might become possible accomplices for a future Royal Navy invasion, I have decided to accept their hospitality. I am always willing to suffer another unpleasant night for the glory of the Queen! End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: The young Zatty, Kra, kept staring at me all day. He kept trying to talk to me but his aunt and uncle kept interrupting him. I have a feeling he wants to tell me something so I am spending the night. With a fit, muscular body like his, he can tell me whatever he wants as long as he is inside me when he says it.

Vaquel Di pressed a button on her belt. The orange material on her spacesuit began to retract into her belt. It slid up her long dark legs, revealing every curve of her muscles. The thin material crawled over the round mass of her plentiful ass. When the pink bush of her pubic hair was exposed, Vaquel ran her fingers through it and felt the heat of her sex.

The spacesuit retreated from her arms. Strong arms were revealed to be followed by stronger shoulders. The material continued to slide down her chest, releasing heavy mounds of brown flesh to the humid air. The material slipped over a firm belly and into the belt.

Vaquel took off her belt and stepped out of her boots. The hot humid air inside the moisture shed kissed her dark skin. She was more comfortable inside the temperature-controlled suit but Vaquel didn’t mind. There might be a visitor tonight and Vaquel didn’t want to waste a second undressing.

She thought of the male, Kra. He was a Zatty which meant he towered over her at three meters in height. His natural red skin had been burnt by the binary stars into a crimson sheen. Short blonde hair, almost as short as Vaquel’s pink hair, adorned his head.

It was the eyes though, that captivated Vaquel. They were blue like an ocean, which is something they will never see on this planet. Besides their color, there was intensity. They burned with a desire that Vaquel rarely saw.

Granted, that desire might be to get the fuck off this planet. Vaquel couldn’t imagine a worse world to be young on. When farmers have to run machines just to get moisture, no one was ever going to spare liquid for things like lube.

Vaquel looked around the shed. There was sand, some tools, more sand, a cot, some more sand, the moisture machine, and even more sand.

The cot would have to do. Vaquel sat on it and was surprised by how sturdy it was. Then again, it designed for a race that was twice her weight. She leaned back on the cot and let out a deep breath.

How long until the farm boy came to visit the woman from the stars? Was he heading here now? Was he waiting until his aunt and uncle were asleep? Or was he sitting in his bed, jacking his cock and working up the courage to come?

Vaquel smiled. That was a pleasant thought. She slid her hand down over her chest. Sweat was already forming on her skin. Perhaps the farmers could recycle her sweat? She might be another source of farming for them.

She paused and pinched her nipples. Has the farm boy ever played with tits before? Did he travel kilometers to play with some Zatty farm girl’s chest? Or was Vaquel’s alien breasts going to be his first experience?

Vaquel pinched her nipples. She imagined his teeth biting down with youthful exuberance. She pictured his large hands mauling her tits. She fantasized about his hard alien cock slapping against her soft flesh.

Shivers ran down her spine. Fingers tightened around her nipples and pulled. Loud whimpers escaped her lips while she abused her breasts.

There was a sound. Vaquel watched the door of the shed. It didn’t move.

Where was he? Had she misjudged? Was she going to spend the night in a hovel shed based on a bad guess on her part?

No. Vaquel was sure of it. The boy’s eyes were special. They hungered. Every time they looked at Vaquel, she could feel the lust in his eyes.

Letting go of her breasts, she moved her hands further down. Sharp nails dug paths through the sweat forming on her body. Deliberately, her hands avoided her sex and grabbed her thighs.

“Queen’s tits!” Vaquel cried out. Sharp nails dug into her brown thighs. She squeezed and cruelly pried her legs apart.

In her imagination, this is what the farm boy would do. Ever eager, he would force her thighs apart. There would be no seduction. He would push them apart so he could slam the thick meat of his farm cock into her.

She raised her legs. One foot propped itself against a shelf. The other leg had to stay up on its own. It wavered in the air but Vaquel kept it there. Her farm boy lover wouldn’t be considerate, why should she?

With both legs in the air, Vaquel pressed her fingers against her sex. Again, there was no warm-up. She simply took both hands and pushed with her fingers. She pushed and she pushed and she pushed until a thick crowd of fingers slipped inside her sex.

“Ohhh,” Vaquel groaned. She had been fucked by Zatty cock before. This was a close approximation. The only thing closer would be her fist and Vaquel wasn’t wet enough for that.


“Take it,” Vaquel whispered, trying to imitate what little she had heard of the farm boy’s voice. Both hands pushed and invaded and violated the tight wet tunnel of her sex. She filled herself as best as she could with her fingers. Her leg trembled in the air and her other foot kicked against the shelf but she kept pushing.

Another sound and this time, the shed door opened. The dim light of setting suns illuminated the outline of a young man.

“Excuse me, Vaqu-By the Guardian!”

Vaquel pulled her hands from her sex. The sound of her pussy letting go filled the shed. She lowered her legs.

“Kra, I was expecting you.”

The Zatty male was covering his eyes with one of his massive hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were uh, busy?”

“Come in.” Vaquel said. “You’re letting all the dry air in. And stop covering your eyes. I want you to see all of me.”

Kra lowered his hand. His deep red skin lightened a shade as he blushed. A bulge appeared in his white robes.

“You do?” he asked.

“Of course,” Vaquel said. She rolled over to her side but arched her knee so her sex would be exposed. “I knew you would come see me.”

“Wow,” Kra said, drinking in her body with his eyes. “Then I was right? You have come to see me!”

Vaquel beckoned him to come closer. “The blood has left your brain. You came to see me, remember?”

Still staring at her body, Kra walked over to her. “I mean you came to this planet to get me. Did my father send you?”

When he was close enough, Vaquel reached for his robes. She pulled him to her as she reached inside. Her fingers had no trouble finding the hard hot member that she was looking for. She tightened her grip and pulled his cock out.

“Your father?” Vaquel said. “Why would he send me?”

“Ohhhhh,” Kra groaned. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open in ecstasy.

Vaquel realized there would be no answers like this. She reluctantly let go of his cock. “Your father, tell me about him.”

Kra’s eyes opened again. “My father was Nikan Deathbringer, the greatest Mind-Warrior of the Liberty Republic before it was overthrown! He sent me away to live with my aunt and uncle on a remote planet where our enemies wouldn’t find me. My father stayed behind to lead a rebellion while I waited here. I assumed you were sent by my father to come back and help fight the Freeman Democracy!”

Vaquel smiled. “Maybe he did. Maybe he sent me to see if you were man enough.”

“I knew it!” Kra said. “Is there a test?”

Vaquel grabbed his cock again. “This is your test.”

She pulled him down to the cot by his cock. Kra almost jumped on top of her. Vaquel worried that she might have to instruct him further but apparently he understood her innuendo. He dived straight for her breasts.

“Queen’s tit!” she cried out. Sharp teeth clamped down around the entirety of her right breast. She had forgotten how large Zatty mouths were. A thick tongue slapped against her trapped flesh while the teeth continued to tighten.

Oh, this was MUCH tighter then she had fantasized about. The pain sent flashes of desire straight down her belly and into her wet sex.

Kra released her breast. Vaquel had a moment of relief before his head turned and dived down on her other breast. Sharp teeth once again encircled her breast and squeezed.

Vaquel squirmed. Her other breast still ached from the vice-like bite. He seemed to be biting down harder then before. It was everything she had fantasized about except it wasn’t her little hands trying to simulate pain. This was intense and real.

She felt like a river was flowing between her thighs. Her pussy was so wet; she could bring an ocean back to this desert planet. No, she was so turned on that she could drown this whole fucking planet.

Kra released her breast. She braced herself for where he would go next. Bite her shoulder? Descend down to her sex? Did this farm boy have a foot fetish and was he about to clamp down on her defenseless toes?

No, he went back to the other breast. The sharp teeth dug into her bountiful flesh as his tongue lapped at her trapped breast. Her nipple bounced and quivered under the assault of his tongue.

Vaquel smiled. Males were universal no matter what the race, planet or star system. They all loved tits.

He released her breast. Vaquel sighed and squirmed beneath him. She grabbed his cock again. Her hips rose and pressed against his thigh.

Kra groaned and dived back down onto her other breast.

Vaquel winced. Her tits were in sensual agony. She had to expand his experience. The best way was the oldest; ask a male a question.

“Your father was a great hero,” she said through clenched teeth.

Kra let go of her tit. “He was a Hero of the Drone Wars. It is said that he destroyed an entire army in a single battle, armed only his mind and a laser mace.”

“Wow,” Vaquel said without listening. She pulled his cock to her mouth. Kra crawled up along the cot until his crotch was near her face. She opened her mouth and took his swollen red member into her lips.

“Holy Guardians!” Kra cried. His cock throbbed in her mouth. She felt the shiver of his thighs.

She sucked harder.

He kept talking.

“My mother, was a Councilor,” Kra continued. “Or a Minister, I’m not sure. My aunt keeps getting them confused. Either way, she and my father were to be married but the evil Freeman Democracy launched their rebellion and my parents were forced to have extra-marital sex for awhile.”

“Hmm,” Vaquel moaned with his cock in her mouth. When he talked, he wasn’t thrusting. When he did thrust, his huge alien cock threatened to fuck her skull.

“Yeah, it is a shame that I was born a bastard by my uncle swears that I am still eligible to join the Mind-Warriors when I am of age. I thought I should have been old enough last cycle but my uncle said I wasn’t ready yet. I think he just wanted me to stick around for the Second Summer Harvest.”

It was all gibberish to Vaquel. She just loved the feel of young cock in her mouth. Her head was at an awkward angle, the room was too damp and sand had somehow gotten between her ass cheeks, but her pussy was wet as a swamp world and that is all that mattered.

Kra kept talking. She wondered if he had friends. Perhaps the weight of being in hiding and waiting for your father to come for you is a lonely weight to carry. Maybe he just had no one else to talk to other than the sand.

“But now that you are here, you can take me out to the stars!” Kra said. “I can join my father’s army, fight against the evil Freeman Democracy, and use my Mind-Warrior powers. I am ready to fight! It is so boring out here and I just want to stab bad guys and crush their spines with my mind!

The talk of bloodshed excited Vaquel. Her pussy couldn’t wait any more. She popped his cock from her mouth and looked up at him.

“Ready to fuck me, now?” Vaquel said. “My pussy needs a good pounding before I take you to your father.”

“Sure, no problem,” Kra said. He reached down and grabbed her head with his huge hand. She opened her lips just in time before he re-entered her mouth.

Maybe he misunderstood her? Vaquel was tempted to bite down to make him stop so she could explain herself more clearer.

There was a sensation at her sex. Something large, much larger than her fingers from earlier, pushed against the lips of her sex. With a forceful shove, something entered her.

Vaquel moaned and choked on Kra’s cock at the same time.

“See how good I am?” Kra said. “Like I said, I have been practicing my Mind-Warrior powers. I can’t believe the Freeman Democracy declared our genetics dangerous.”

Vaquel reached down to her sex. There was nothing there but something was pummeling her tight pussy. By the Queen, the Mind-Warrior stuff wasn’t just some kind of title! This farm boy was a telekinetic! He was fucking her with his mind!

Kra was still talking. “Retto is going to be so jealous! He is still waiting for someone from the Secret Academy to come recruit him! I keep telling him, it doesn’t matter if his parents’ secret training school still existed, the Academy isn’t strong enough to overthrow the current government!”

Vaquel only half-listened. The farm boy’s cock was slamming down her throat and it took all of her attention to keep her jaw slack. Red alien balls slapped against her face with every thrust.

More distracting was the force inside her sex. It never seemed to retain the same shape twice. One thrust would feel like getting rammed with a fist and the next was as slender as an antenna rod. The shifting shape kept her pussy quivering with anticipation.

Kra still had more to say. “Wait until the Prea sisters find out! They have been here for ten years, claiming their grandfather is going to come back any day to use their fighting talents to overthrow the Freeman Democracy. Ha! They are going to piss themselves when they find out I have left!

“What?” Vaquel tried to say but she choked on cock instead. How many people were hiding from the authorities on this planet? No wonder there were so many people on this orbiting dump!

The telekinetic force left her sex, followed a moment later by the cock leaving her mouth. Vaquel gasped for air. The farm boy stepped off the cot and looked down on her.

“I think I want that sweet alien juice vault now,” Kra said.

Vaquel started to float. She barely felt whatever was holding her. It took a finely detailed level of control to manipulate mass so gently. It was a testament to how special the farm boy really was.

The telekinetic force levitated her in the air. Her body rolled forward until her breasts hung down beneath her. The force moved her ass down to Kra’s crotch. Strong hands gripped her waist and guided her back.

The farm boy’s massive cock entered her. Vaquel cried out as alien meat expanded her sex. The force around her never wavered as she shivered and squirmed.

“Holy fuck,” Kra groaned. “This is so much better than fucking Sand Hogs.”

Vaquel had no idea what a Sand Hog was and she didn’t need to know. Her pussy was filled to the near breaking point. She was held in the air by little more than the power of the boy’s mind. She was helpless and penetrated, two of her favorite things.

Kra fucked her. His hands stayed tight around her waist as he pulled back onto his cock over and over again. Thick red cock disappeared into Vaquel’s tight brown pussy.

Vaquel was grateful that he had finally shut up. She lost herself in the feeling of being ruthlessly fucked. Curious, she tried to move her arms and legs but they wouldn’t budge. Gentle, but firm invisible force encased almost her entire body.

The only part not encased were her swinging tits. Vaquel groaned as her tender tits bounced against each other from the force of Kra fucking. Was it a conscious choice on the farm boy’s part to let her tits swing? Vaquel thought so. They made a wonderful sound as they slapped together.

Kra grunted and Vaquel was spun around in mid-air. Her body rotated on the axis of the alien cock inside her. Now she was staring up at the ceiling as he continued to fuck her.

He let go of her waist. Vaquel thought she might fall until she remembered that his mind was holding her. His hands moved to her tits and squeezed them painfully. Her brown flesh spilled out of his thick red fingers.

“Small tits, but still nice,” Kra moaned.

Vaquel snorted. Zatty males were spoiled on the giant mammaries of their females. That was okay, she would give him something to be impressed by.

She clamped down with her vaginal muscles. It was a Euphorian exercise taught to all woman of her planet, and perfected by those who served in the Royal Forces.

“Ah!” Kra cried out as his cock was encased in a power far greater than his Mind Force. He froze inside her.

“Keep fucking,” Vaquel said.

He nodded and resumed fucking her. His thrusts were slower but no less deep. She had his attention now.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel groaned. Her climax was close. She tried to move her hand to her sex to hurry it along but her hand wouldn’t move. The farm boy’s mind held her body in a bondage stronger than mere rope. Only her tits were free and they were purely for his continued mauling.

That was fucking hot.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She climaxed and her shook within the grasp of the telekinetic field.

Kra couldn’t take anymore. He bit down hard on his lips to keep from crying out. His alien cock exploded within her, flooding her inside with thick seed.

“Good bo-oh shit!” Vaquel said as she slid off his cock and hit the sand below her.

“Sorry,” Kra said. He collapsed down to one knee on the cot. “Wow, that took a lot of me.”

Vaquel slowly rolled onto her side. The afterglow was blocking most of her aches. “Yeah, fucking something other than Sand Hogs will do that.”

“Hey, mind if I take a quick nap?” Kra said. “I already did my packing before I came to see you. I just need a little rest before I carry my bags to the ship.”

Vaquel rubbed her sore ass. “Sure, kid. Take all the time you need.”

Kra fell onto the cot. His eyes closed immediately. He was out.

Vaquel stood up and grabbed her belt and shoes. As silently as she could, she sneaked out the door to the shed.

There was still light outside. Binary stars meant bright nights. That was fine with Vaquel. It guided her way back to the ship.

“Poor bastard is going to be disappointed,” she whispered. Tough shit. He might not be joining the revolution but at least he got a good fuck out of it.

As for Vaquel, she got both a good fuck and a lot of useful information. Who knew so many revolutionaries or children of revolutionaries lived her. She needed to report it to the Queen so the Royal Navy could pacify this potential trouble spot if they ever invaded. This whole planet was a wretched hive of heroes and would-be freedom fighters.

Vaquel smiled to herself as she kept walking. The alien seed dripped out of her sex and evaporated on the hot sand beneath her.

Sep 052016

Divination is a fool’s exercise. Prophecies and portents rarely make sense until after the fact, as if the universe was designed by some mad writer who prefers events to play out at their most dramatic. The best way to predict the future is to pay attention.

Still, this is a book of magic and I would be remiss to leave out some of the many methods that a magisexual might divine the future. Some people will have a natural talent for some of these arts while others will most likely give them a try for entertainment purposes.

Anomancy – The art of divination from the pulling of anal beads from a person’s bottom.

Cockomancy – The art of divination from the ridges, size and shape of a male member.

Jigglmancy- The art of divination from observing the jiggling of a woman’s breasts. I am highly skeptical that this is a real thing.

Moanomancy – The art of divination from the interpretation of sounds emitted during sexual congress.

Pantimancy – The art of divination from examining the stains and smells of an article of underwear. Most practitioners of this art arte not really practitioners as much as enthusiasts.

Pornomancy – The art of divination from the random selection of pornographic images.

Pussymancy- The art of divination from the folds, size and shapes of a vagina’s lips.

Scalpendimancy – The art of divination from interpreting scratches left on the body after sex.

Sememancy – The art of divination from the ejaculate of a male. I have heard that female ejaculate works as well although it is far messier.

Spankomancy – The art of divination from the shapes left behind in a spanking.

Tearomancy- The art of divination from interpreting the tears in a used condom. My prediction is that you are fucked.

Urimancy – The art of divination from the urine of a person. More popular than you would think.

Samuel Noone
“The Pussy of Life”

Sep 032016

austincoverSeptember marks the beginning of a four month long story of mine at Gnosis College. A page a day will be posted and you can start reading it here. It involves of brain alteration, psychic abilities, sinister conspiracies and way too much sex. Illustrated by the great Erosarts and edited by the wonderful Dr. Faustus, I feel lucky to be a part of this project.

I am pretty proud of this baby and I hope you enjoy it.

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