Jul 102019
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty-nine of my forty day journey to the star system designated “No Choice of Words Could Break You from the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. I am traveling through a small nebula to avoid Prober Supreme saucers. The random energy emissions of the nebula should conceal me. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty of my forty day journey to the star system designated “No Choice of Words Could Break You from the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. The Prober Supreme are still unaware of my presence due to the random energy emissions. My only concern is that one of those random nebula energy emissions seems to be quite regular and is mirroring my ship’s movements. I will perform evasive maneuvers and try to shake this “random” occurrence. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-one of my forty day journey to the star system designated “No Choice of Words Could Break You from the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. There is no doubt that my suspicion is correct. I am being followed by something in this nebula. It appears to be half the size of my ship, which makes it much smaller than any Prober Supreme ship so far. It could be a creature, a pirate or some new threat of the Prober Supreme. Either way, I don’t like it. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-two of my forty day journey to the star system designated “No Choice of Words Could Break You from the Queen” by Royal Astronomers. In a few hours, I will leave the nebula. I think I can avoid the Prober Supreme patrols here, but not if something is following me. In the next hour, I will turn around and confront this unknown presence directly. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I don’t know if it is the danger of being hunted, or the anticipation of stopping this asshole, but my pussy is wetter than an ocean planet right now.

“SOLAR SAIL OFFLINE!”

“Fuck!” Vaquel Di yelled. The probe ship’s velocity dropped to mere meters. Other primary systems began to switch off as the sails were the main source of power. Secondary power kicked in but that wasn’t enough to engage the lasers, the missiles or the mine dropper. The ship was defenseless.

Vaquel stared at the navigation screen. The enemy ship was coming by for another attack run. The tactical computer advised diverting what little power remained to shields but Vaquel ignored it. She boosted power to sensors and focused every piece of scanning equipment onto her opponent.

Lasers tore into the probe ship. Weapons that were already without power were rendered inoperable. The secondary power battery was hit but still online. More damage scrolled across the screen, suggesting at least a week of repairs.

Vaquel ignored the damage and studied the scans. The enemy ship only had one life sign despite the spacious interior. The pilot was mostly Seed-Walker, the dominant alien species in the region, but his body was heavily modified with cybernetics. Further analysis suggested the being identified as male.

“Perfect,” Vaquel whispered. There might be a way out of this yet.

A warning flashed on the screen. There was no more power for audio announcements.

“BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

Something slammed into the probe ship. Vaquel would have been knocked from her seat if it wasn’t for the safety harness. As it was, the impact caused her massive breasts to jiggle wildly inside her spacesuit.

“Where did we get hit?” Vaquel yelled.

A schematic of the ship appeared on the screen. The area around the airlock glowed.

Vaquel smiled. “Looks like our tracker wants to get personal.” She unfastened her harness and stood up. The lack of gravity caused to float upwards until she spun around and kicked towards the main cabin.

“Chairbot, we’ll be doing the backup plan!” Vaquel yelled.

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said. The purple chair rolled into position up against the corridor wall. Struts came down to conceal his wheels and optical sensors retracted into his main body.

Vaquel stood in front of the airlock. She checked herself one last time. The yellow spacesuit clung to her heavy breasts and wide hips as well as complimenting her dark brown skin. She ruffled her short pink hair to make it look more harried. A seam in her suit opened to reveal her brown cleavage but Vaquel felt that wasn’t enough. She grabbed a handful of her suit on her shoulders pulled down hard. The thin material ripped, leaving a jagged tear all the way down to a plump breast. The rip stopped just short of exposing a nipple but you could see the black of her aureole.

“Just right,” Vaquel said. She glanced back at Chairbot. “Remember, this all depends on you. If you fail, then I will either be a prisoner or dead and you will never feel my ass on you again.”

“Oh Mistress,” Chairbot said, “I cannot even process such a terrible thing! I will not fail!”

“Good, now shut up and pretend to just be a chair,” Vaquel said.

Warning lights flashed on the airlock as decryption software overwhelmed the lock. Air hissed as the seal was compromised. The door slowly slid open.

“Shit,” Vaquel almost forgot to be armed. She looked around for her pistols but they were in the weapons locker. The only threatening object nearby was an unsecured dildo that was floating around the cabin. She grabbed the red phallus and tried to hold it in a threatening manner.

The airlock swung open. A tall Seed-Walker stood on the other side. A red helmet obscured his face. Skintight black cloth stretched over his muscular body. He was unarmed, but four metal arms protruded from a pack on his back. Two lurked over his shoulders while the other two waited around his waist.

“Put down your weapon!” the Seed-Walker said. “I am a licensed bounty hunter under the employ of the Prober Supreme! You have been targeted for specimen collection!”

Vaquel charged and swung her dildo. The bounty hunter’s right upper metal arm shot forward like a snake. Metal fingers wrapped around the dildo and snatched it from her grasp with incredible power.

Being disarmed didn’t slow Vaquel down. She brought her left leg up in a kick but the hunter’s lower left arm blocked it. Her right fist jabbed for the man’s stomach but his organic arm intercepted it and grabbed her wrist. Vaquel’s instincts activated and she slammed her head into the hunter’s helmet.

Pain exploded in Vaquel’s forehead. Her legs went limp but the low gravity kept her from falling. Metal fingers from the upper arms encircled each wrist. An organic hand went around her throat and squeezed.

As Vaquel struggled for air, the hunter’s lower metal arms went to work. Cold fingers tore into her spacesuit and pulled long strips from her body. The arms stripped her chest and arms first, exposing both of her floating brown breasts and their dark nipples. Then they moved down to her pelvis, ripping the yellow suit away to reveal a damp bush of pink pubic hair. The arms kept tearing and ripping until every centimeter of Vaquel’s thick brown thighs, round buttocks and dainty toes were revealed.

Throughout it all, the bounty hunter stood silently, his expressions hidden by his smooth red mask.

Vaquel regained her senses and kicked with her legs. The bounty hunter’s lower arms grabbed her ankles. The arms extended and stretched Vaquel’s limbs in four directions. She cried out but barely made a sound with the hunter’s biological hand around her throat.

“I don’t know anything about your species,” the bounty hunter said, “so I am reluctant to issue a sedative for fear it may poison you. Payment is reduced by forty percent for expired specimens. I will need to restrain you. Please stop resisting as you may damage your organs.”

The bounty hunter released Vaquel’s throat and opened a panel on his belt. He grabbed the end of a thin cord and pulled. A meter of cord came from her belt panel and Vaquel had no doubt that there was more where that came from.

The metal arms pulled Vaquel hands together in front of her. The hunter wrapped her wrist with the cord. The thin material was stronger than it looked. He used a metal hand to cut the cord and then tied it off in a complex knot.

“Why have you been sent to collect me?” Vaquel asked.

“Judging from the surveillance video I was given, you trespassed on a storage post for the Prober Supremes’ experiments,” the bounty hunter said. “You would have been hunted down by military forces except for the fact that you are clearly not of Seed-Walker origin. I will bring you personally to the Prober Supreme where he will study you in depth.”

“Couldn’t he just send a diplomat?” Vaquel asked.

“I am unfamiliar with that term,” the bounty hunter said. “The Prober Supremes’ methods are very invasive. Your body would be broken down, studied and possibly re-assembled. If you are lucky, your conscious might be downloaded for further study.”

The hunter’s metal arms brought Vaquel’s legs together. He pulled another length of cord from his belt.

“Wait!” Vaquel said. “Don’t tie me up completely! Not yet!”

The bounty hunter paused. “Why not?”

“I come from a highly sexual species,” Vaquel said. “In my culture, when someone is defeated, they perform sexual service for the one that captured them. Please, give me a chance to pleasure you.”

The bounty hunter didn’t respond. Vaquel hoped that meant he was looking at her helpless body, but it was so damn hard to tell with that helmet. She slowly wiggled her hips, causing her massive breasts to jiggle in the low gravity while her body writhed.

Slow seconds ticked by.

“No,” the bounty hunter finally said, but he didn’t sound sure. He wrapped the cord around Vaquel’s ankles.

“You don’t understand,” Vaquel said, thinking quickly. “I am serious about my species being highly sexual. If I don’t engage in sexual activity after being defeated, then my body will go into Gonad Meltdown syndrome.”

The bounty hunter paused in his binding of Vaquel’s feet. “Gonad Meltdown syndrome? Is it fatal?”

“Almost certainly!” Vaquel lied. “First, my orifices will produce too much lubrication, which will dehydrate me! Then my breasts will swell as they ache to be touched. And then, uhhh, my ass will explode and that will kill me.”

The bounty hunter was silent again. Vaquel worried that she went too far with the exploding ass bit.

“I guess there is no choice then,” the bounty hunter said. He unwrapped the cord from around Vaquel’s ankles. “I am leaving your hands bound. Also, if you try to escape, I will just bind you and risk Gonad Meltdown syndrome.”

“Ha! How can I escape?” Vaquel said. “You have already proven yourself stronger and smarter than me.”

“True,” the hunter said. He passed his hand over his crotch. A seam appeared in his black suit as the material split apart. A thick phallus of pale green coloring floated out.

“Nice!” Vaquel said with sincerity. “Does it have a name? Do you have a name?”

“My penis is undesignated, but my callsign is Obtanius Vergin Purfim Vorq,” the hunter said.

“That is a mouthful, like your cock,” Vaquel said.

“We should commence intercourse,” Obtanius said. The upper metal arms grabbed the probe ship ceiling and braced themselves. The lower metal arms grabbed Vaquel’s ankles and spread her legs. small drops of Vaquel’s pussy juice floated in perfect spheres. Obtanius reached out with his organic arms and grabbed Vaquel by the hips. He pulled her towards his cock.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “That is not how my species does it!”

Obtanius stopped in mid-motion. “Your orifice seems compatible with my root.”

“Yeah, sure,” Vaquel said. “But uh, remember what I said about my species being aroused by being defeated? I need to satisfy my needs by serving you in a proper manner.”

“Oh,” Obtanius said. “And how do we do that??

“Easy,” Vaquel replied. “See that purple chair over there? Go sit down in it and spread your legs.”

Obtanius released Vaquel. His metal arms grabbed places on the ship and pulled the rest of his body to the chair. He turned around and sat down in it.

“Intriguing!” Obtanius said. “The seat is conforming to the contours of my buttocks! I also feel a slight vibration.”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. She kicked off a wall and propelled herself to between Obtanius’ legs. “It is a special chair we use for when our species is defeated.”

“Are you defeated often in your travels?” Obtanius asked.

“You could say that,” Vaquel said. She grabbed the arm of the chair with her bound hands. Using it as support, she pulled the rest of her body down so that she was almost sitting between Obtanius’ legs. She leaned forward and caught Obtanius’ cock between her legs.

“Oh!” Obtanius cried out. He grabbed the arms of the chair tightly with his hands.

“Feel good?” Vaquel asked. “It is hard to tell with that helmet. Want to take it off? I’d love to see what you look like.”

Obtanius shook his head. “The helmet stays. And yes, your nectaries feel very nice. They are so warm.”

Vaquel’s hands were tied but she still had the rest of her arms. She trapped her breasts between her arms and brought them together. Her dark brown tits squeezed tightly around Obtanius’ red root. She spat, and the spit splattered in slow motion between her breasts.

“Very pleasant,” Obtanius said.

Vaquel hooked her ankles around Chairbot’s struts and moved very carefully. Up and down, she slid her plump breasts around the bounty hunter’s cock. Her arms kept the red shaft trapped as she moved up and down. She spit another load onto his member though most of the spit floated away.

Obtanius moaned. “The vibrations in the chair are getting stronger. Is that normal?”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. “I hope it feels good.”

“Yes, it is making my pollen sack tingle,” Obtanius said.

“It does?” Vaquel asked. “So, you like being between my soft tits? You like having them wrapped around your hard root? Do you like it when I squeeze them tight like this? Or do you prefer it a little looser like this?”

“Tight,” Obtanius said.

“Thank you for telling me,” Vaquel said. “I want to do the best job possible. You defeated me and it is only right that I give you what you deserve.”

Vaquel brought her arms together close enough for her elbows to touch. The plump brown breasts spilled over her cinching arms. She moved one arm and then the other, causing her tits to shimmy around the hunter’s thick cock.

Obtanius moaned. Both of the upper metal arms swooped down and grabbed Vaquel’s tits. The metal fingers dug into her soft flesh and squeezed.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel said. “That hurts but I like it,” Vaquel said. “Take what you want from me. It is your right and I am your prize.”

“Yes, you are,” Obtanius said. “Why have I never done this before? I should do this to every specimen I capture for the Prober Supreme! I have been missing out!”

The lower metal arms wrapped around Obtanius’ legs and stretched towards Vaquel’s thighs. One hand pressed against the space explorer’s sex, boldly pushing in with a searching finger. The metal finger curved inside of her and continued to stretch.

“Oh shit, that’s deep,” Vaquel groaned.

The other metal hand ignored her sex and went around her hip. Metal fingers latched onto her right buttock like a grappling hook. The fingers tightened and slowly crushed her ass cheek.

“That’s right, use every part of me,” Vaquel whispered.

Obtanius reached for Vaquel’s face with one of his natural hands. He pressed a spacesuit covered finger against Vaquel’s lips and she opened her mouth. The finger ran over Vaquel’s tongue, tasting of plastic and ozone. More fingers joined in and threatened to choke her.

Vaquel took it. She choked as his fingers filled her mouth. She whimpered as metal fingers crushed her breasts against Obtanius’ cock. She flinched as the metal hand groped her ass. She moaned as cybernetic fingers fucked her pussy.

“I’m close,” Obtanius said.

“Me too!” the chair said.

“What was that?” Obtanius demanded. He paused in mid-thrust between Vaquel’s breasts.

Vaquel tried to answer but the bounty hunter’s fingers were still in her mouth. Unable to use her mouth, she tried fluttering her eyelashes in an innocent manner. To her surprise, it seemed to work.

“Maybe it was an echo,” Obtanius said. He thrusted into Vaquel’s tits. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s return to our pleasure.”

“Climax!” the chair yelled. Every vibrator in the seat tripled in intensity for a long second.

“I definitely heard that!” Obtanius said. He started to stand but one of the metal hands holding Vaquel’s breast let go of the tit and suddenly punched him in the stomach. The bounty hunter crumpled back down into the chair. Each of the upper metal arms grabbed one of Obtanius’ wrists. Metal bands emerged from the struts of the chair to bind his feet. The bounty hunter was going nowhere.

“What is going on?” Obtanius demanded.

Vaquel stood up and floated and in front of him. “It appears that Chairbot, the robot you are currently sitting on, was able to hack the cybernetics in your body. He is quite good at hacking other technologies and I think he actually gets off on it. Your metal arms are under his control now.”

Obtanius pulled harder but the metal arms didn’t move. “Execute self-destruct mode!”

One of the lower metal arms slapped Obtanius across the face.

“Self-destruct denied!” Chairbot said. “Mistress, aren’t you proud of me?”

“Not really,” Vaquel said. “You should have waited until I came.”

“Aww!” Chairbot said.

Vaquel looked down at Obtanius’ hard root. “Then again, a cock is better than fingers.”

“And I can help!” Chairbot said. One of the lower metal arms grabbed Obtanius’ phallus around the base. The fingers cinched tightly.

“Hydrogen death spark!” Obtanius cried out.

“Good,” Vaquel said. “He did say that he was close. We don’t want him coming until I am done with him.”

Vaquel grabbed Obtanius by his upper metal arms and used him as leverage for the rest of her floating body. She spread her legs and straddled the bounty hunter’s crotch. As Vaquel lowered her sex onto the hunter’s cock, the metal hand guided the thick phallus into her lips.

“Nice, nice, nice,” Vaquel moaned. She kept sinking until the red phallus was completely inside of her. Internal pussy muscles clenched around the cock and kept her in place as the low gravity tried to pull her upwards.

“You can’t do this to me.” Obtanius growled. “I demand you release me at once!”

Vaquel ran her fingers over the hunter’s smooth red helmet. “That is not what your cock is demanding.”

She clenched tighter and Obtanius groaned. “Or do you deny it?” she asked.

The bounty hunter sat silently as his root pulsed.

“That is what I thought,” Vaquel said. “Chairbot, use the other arms to help me fuck this nice cock.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

Obtanius’ spare lower metal arm reached around and grabbed Vaquel’s hips. It lifted Vaquel up until only the head of the hunter’s cock was inside her, and then it gently dropped her back down until the entire shaft was inside of her. The arm repeated the process, moving slowly and carefully in the low gravity.

“Weeee!” Vaquel cried out. Her breasts bounced slowly with each cycle of the arms. She kept her legs spread and enjoyed the light bumping of her ass on Obtanius’ thighs.

The vibrations of the chair increased. Obtanius cried out and his back arched. He struggled harder to escape.

“I . . .am . . .so . . .close!” Obtanius yelled.

“Too bad Chairbot has your cock in a vise,” Vaquel sneered. “If it wasn’t for your own cybernetic hand, you could pop your payload right inside my wet hole. I could just imagine all the seed you have for me. It is backed up, ready to spray but unable to leave your poor root.”

Obtanius whimpered.

“Don’t worry, you can come after I come,” Vaquel said.

“Want me to go faster, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“No,” Vaquel said. “What’s the hurry?”

The vibrators on the chair buzzed louder. Obtanius shook with frustrated pleasure. His hand curled into tight fists. He shook his head from side to side, desperately looking for a way out.

Vaquel leaned forward. “Here, have a closer look at what was around your cock,” she said. She pressed her plump breasts against his red helmet. As she did this, the metal arms continued to hump her on the hunter’s trapped root.

Obtanius’ moans were interrupted by whimpers.

“Oh,” Vaquel mocked. “Your helmet is in the way. Too bad. If you took it off earlier, you would have one of my hard nipples in your mouth right now. You could be feeling my soft mounds all over your face. I would even let you bite them if you wanted, but that is irrelevant now. It is like you said, the helmet stays on.”

The whimpers from Obtanius’ helmet outnumbered the moans.

Vaquel laughed and rubbed her breasts back and forth over Obtanius’ helmet. At one point she paused to pinch a dark nipple and press it against the smooth helmet. She wished that she could see the hunter’s eyes, but she was sure they were staring at her tits.

The metal arm guiding Vaquel’s body kept the same methodical pace. In and almost out, in and almost out, in and almost out, the hunter’s trapped cock filled Vaquel. Obtanius’ phallus would pulse and his hips would buck with wild need, but the slow steady humping stayed the same.

Vaquel luxuriated in the dominating of Obtanius. The bastard had been hunting her for days but he was the one caught in the trap. Every moan, every whimper and every futile struggle of his body added to her pleasure. She wished that she could fuck him for hours.

Sadly for Vaquel, she only lasted half an hour before her body went over the edge of pleasure and into pure bliss.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her thighs closed around Obtanius and Chairbot as her orgasm overwhelmed her senses.

The metal arm kept moving Vaquel’s body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She opened her legs and leaned back. her limbs floated limply beside her.

The metal arm kept moving Vaquel’s body.

“Glory, glory, glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She writhed slowly with ecstasy in the low gravity.

“Enough,” Vaquel whispered. “Chairbot, let me go.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot replied.

The metal hand released Vaquel’s hip. The sated space explorer drifted lazily through her ship. She glanced back at Obtanius and then closed her eyes.

“Can I come now?” Obtanius asked.

“Shit, no,” Vaquel answered. “With no gravity, your seed will just float everywhere and make a mess.”

“Chairbot, dispose of the bounty hunter,” Vaquel said. “It’ll take a few days to repair the probe ship, so set the timer for three weeks.”

“Timer?” Obtanius said. “What timer?”

“Shh, you’ll disturb Mistress’ rest,” Chairbot said. The struts on the robot’s legs retracted and wheels emerged. The purple robot rolled towards the airlock.

“I have programmed your cybernetics to keep you prisoner for twenty-one days,” Chairbot said. “You won’t be able to use your hands for that time but I have instructed your other arms to feed you and to manage your waste cycle. I know how messy you organics can be.”

“Twenty-one days?” Obtanius said quietly.

“I also connected with your ship and hacked the system as well,” Chairbot said helpfully. “It will carry you in the opposite direction, as well as shut down all communications so you don’t call for help.”

“You little feces,” Obtanius swore.

Chairbot rolled the bounty hunter to the airlock door and stopped. The lower metal arms pushed off from the chair and propelled Obtanius through the air towards his own airlock. As the bounty hunter entered his ship and his ship’s gravity field, his body crashed to the ground.

“Don’t worry!” Chairbot said through Obtanius’ communicator. “From my years of observing Mistress, I know how sexually needy organics are. I programmed your arms to give you manual release every hour!”

“What?” Obtanius asked but the communication link was broken. The airlock closed and he was back on his own ship. Warning lights announced that they were no longer connected to Vaquel’s ship.

The metal hand cinching Obtanius’ cock relaxed. The bounty hunter sighed as the metal palm stroked his abused root. He climaxed in seconds, feeling no pleasure but a tremendous release of pressure. True to Vaquel’s prediction, he made a mess on his legs.

“Fuck,” Obtanius swore. It was going to be a long twenty-one days.

Jul 082019
 

The Call of the Six is a the first part in a new series from me. The series is called the Cult of the Carnal Ascension, which is my take on a sex cult set in the modern world. The “Six” in the title are six mysterious beings who command a young man at a customer call center to bring about a new age of pleasure. He gets to become a cult leader and assembles a harem of followers, but he is also the beloved sex slave to the six gods who command him.

This series combines some of my favorite things: magical realism, positive sex cults, BDSM, and quite a few orgies. It also doesn’t ever mention a few things I hate like the term ‘Alpha males’, or insecure dominants who are afraid of indulging their desires. I hope you give it a try.

Purchase the Call of the Six here.

Jun 072019
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my journey to the star system designated “Damn, I wish I Was the Queen’s Lover” by Royal Astronomers. Information provided by Captain Hellic and his pirates have allowed me to dodge patrols in this region and land on the fourth planet in the system. The other five planets are all inhabited, but the fourth planet is the home of a Grand Archive, possessing an incalculable amount of research. The Royal Navy is going to need as much information as possible to help the Queen defeat the Prober Supreme and his forces.

The pirates have also provided me with contact information for a thief to hire. I will offer the thief the diamonds I have recently acquired in exchange for vital data. This will place all the risk on the thief and leave me safe and snug at my secret docking port.

Due to the helpfulness of the pirates, I am recommending all of them for future slave status when the Queen conquers this region, instead of the mandatory spectacle executions that piracy deserves. It may seem needlessly merciful, but the irony of the pirates trading the Prober Supreme as a hated master for the glory of serving Queen Erishella is too good to resist. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Hiring a thief to break into the Grand Archive is a piece of genius on my part. It gives me time to explore the city and enjoy some nightlife. I’d rather hit the bars and brothels than waste my time in some boring library.

“Next, next, next!” the security guard yelled.

Atandala Guil Cipesies Ortoic stepped naked onto the platform. She spread her arms wide and squatted down. The green light flashed, letting her know that she was in the correct position. She opened her mouth and relaxed her jaw.

Metal arms extended towards her. Pinchers closed around her right nipple and squeezed. A metal arm placed a thick phallus at her lips and pushed in. A hard surface slapped her right buttock and then her left buttock.

Atandala choked. Her buttocks flinched from the hard slaps. Pain filled her right nipple.

“Nipple resistance recorded,” a voice intoned. “Buttock impacts have been scanned. Oral consumption had been graded. Identity confirmation for Archive Maintenance Technician 2nd Grade Ortoic is within 99.9994% probability.”

The pincher released Atandala’s nipple. The phallus slid out of her mouth, leaving a line of spit that breaks and falls upon one of Atandala’s small yellow breasts. A cooling mist is sprayed onto her buttocks to prevent bruising that might alter the results of tomorrow’s scan.

“Access, access, access granted,” the security guard says. He is barely watching the line. “Next!”

Atandala stood up and walked through the arch. There is a brief tingling sensation that makes her blue hair stand on end. The purpose of the arch is a secret but Atandala’s imagination is always up to the task. Is it checking her for unauthorized dermal implants? Is it scanning her for illicit thoughts? Is it a disintegration field waiting to extinguish suspected thieves?

If any of those thoughts were true, Atandala would have be dead three times over.

She stepped over to the conveyor belt that carried her equipment through a security scan. All of her equipment was deemed acceptable. Of course, it was. The first piece of data she ever stole was the chemical formula for a scanner-invisible polymer. Most of what was in her bag was coated in the stuff.

Atandala picked up her bag and slung it over her naked shoulder. She stepped into the transport pod with the other naked technicians. The stood shoulder to shoulder, bare skin to bare within the tight room. The door closed and the pod plunged into the depths of the Grand Archive.

“Anyone, anyone, anyone see the experiment that escaped last night?” someone asked. “I heard it was twenty meters tall and destroyed a protein bank!”

“It, it, it didn’t escape,” someone to Atandala’s right answered. “The Prober Supreme unleashed the mutant on the bank because they were suspected of embezzling.”

“I, I, I, don’t know,” a woman in front of Atandala said. “If it was sent by the Prober Supreme, then why did the military have to send an attack tank to bring it down?”

Atandala tuned out the conversation. She thought about the transmission she received last night over her private channel. Someone who knew Captain Hellic wanted information from the Archive and they were willing to pay in Eithian diamonds. That was a large fortune for something Atandala often did for recreation. With that kind of money, she could get buy a larger habitation module, or maybe even lease a sex provider for a year or too. Atandala was already making a list of attributes her sex provider would need to have.

“Level thirty-four, subsection C,” the pod announced. The doors opened and Atandala stepped through the crowd and onto the level. Rows of Data Beds stretched out in front of her in eight cardinal directions.

Information was transmitted to Atandala’s optical implants. An assignment appeared in the form of floating letters before her. A helpful arrow pointed in the direction she needed to go.

“Nutrition tube malfunction in Bed 677-P.”

Atandala walked in the direction of the arrow, but when she reached the malfunctioning Data Bed, she kept walking. She took a slight turn and then another before stopping at Bed 694-B. Resisting the urge to see if anyone was watching, Atandala activated the release catch for the Data Bed door.

There was a hiss of air as the door slid open. A tall man with pale skin lied inside. Cables fed into his shaved head. The eyes were open, rapidly flicking back and forth as he processed information. Between his legs, a large cock stood firm and pulsed at random moments.

Atandala made a show of inspecting his nutrition tube. You never knew when you were being surveilled in the Grand Archive. She purposely frowned as she checked the waste outtake tube and then sighed heavily. Taking a sterilizer from her bag, she went to work meticulously cleaning the man’s tubes.

Once the cleaning procedure was finished, it was standard practice to test the data connections. Atandala set aside the sterilizer and climbed on top of the prone man. She took his cock in hand and guided it to her shaved sex. The thick head pushed past her lips and slipped inside her tight passage.

Atandala gasped. The cock was tight inside her. She settled her weight on top of him and sat up.

The cock pulsed. A million transmitters embedded along the erection came to life. A million receptors within Atandala’s pussy accepted the connection. The exchange of information triggered a cascade of pleasurable stimuli.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Atandala moaned. Her sex shuddered around the thick phallus.

The unconscious man groaned. A flicker of a smile crossed his face. The hips lifted and then fell back down.

A flood of information filled Atandala’s senses. Interplanetary engine specifications made her nipples hard. Ship alloy stress tests nibbled at her toes. Power connector models kissed the insides of her elbows. Force field theories slid into her mouth and down her throat. It tasted salty.

Atandala quivered in place. She fought to keep her focus. As the information caressed her body, the technician directed it into various cache implants hidden within her body.

The man groaned again. His back arched in pleasure. A shudder ran through his body that made his cock shake inside her.

More information poured into Atandala. She was on the verge of orgasm. Her eyes clenched shut but the data still scrolled across her vision. She wanted to come but that would slow the transfer, or worse, halt it altogether.

Time was the issue. Technicians were allowed to check a connection to see if the data core was working properly but it is supposed to be a quick check. A simple list of contents was recommended, and after an extensive repair, a single file was allowed to be retrieved and then quickly deleted. Keeping a connection this long and downloading entire libraries was strictly forbidden.

Atandala moaned. The transfer of information was pleasurable, sure, but the fact that it was forbidden is what it made it sexy.

The final file transferred from Atandala’s pussy and into a memory cache. She slid off the thick cock and broke the connection. The large phallus left her snug sex and continued to throb.

Atandala dismounted from the man and took out her hygiene towel. She wrapped his cock with the towel and left the nanofibers do their work. As his thick cock pulsed in her hand, Atandala idly touched her sex. The bliss from the data transfer was fading but she was still sensitive to the touch.

The man let out a soft moan. Not for the first time, Atandala wondered where the Grand Archive finds their data cores. Someone told her they were all cloned but Atandala had seen too many cores with tattoos, scars or decorative modifications. These cores were Seed-Walkers in a previous life. The question was, did they volunteer for this life or could this be some kind of punishment?

Atandala wasn’t sure. Right now, she felt like being a data core might be more of a reward than a punishment. She gave the data core’s cock one final squeeze and then activated the bed. The door slid over the data core and locked into place.

It was time to get back to Atandala’s regular job. The person who contacted her wanted information on Prober Supreme spaceships and weapon technologies, but Atandala had to keep up appearances and at least do some of her scheduled tasks. Besides, she was too turned on to process any more information right now.

Atandala checked and cleaned the nutrition tubes of four data cores. She corrected the erectile dysfunction in one data core by repairing an aphrodisiac dispenser. Eight data cores required connection checks but Atandala was careful to only spend thirty seconds on each of the pulsing erections. The rest of her time was spent on paperwork because no matter how advanced a culture may be, there is always forms to fill out.

A bell chimed, signaling the rest and consumption period for the Grand Archive employees. The majority of technicians and librarians moved in the direction of the level’s designated personnel area but Atandala headed to the hygiene chambers When she was unobserved by anyone conscious, she ducked into the transport pod and set the destination for a deeper level.

Atandala’s heart raced. It was risky to leave a designated area. If questioned, she wouldn’t have a plausible reason for being where she was. The only advantage she had was audacity. The fact that few were foolish enough to risk going to an unassigned level meant most people would assume she was where she was supposed to be.

The transport door opened and Atandala stepped out. An identical array of data banks spread out before her. She walked with purpose down long rows of sealed beds, doing her best to project an air of indifference.

Data Bed 90903-K was unattended. Atandala subtly pressed cleaning brush against the keypad. The code-breaking device inside the brush went to work. In seven seconds, it found the right key code and unlocked the data bed.

The door hissed open. Soft pink light revealed the form of a busty woman lying in the bed. Her skin was a rich brown with a curious silver star tattooed over her right nipple. She shuddered and the silver star jiggled on her breast.

“Fertilizer,” Atandala cursed. This floor had women data cores. That was going to make Atandala’s presence even more conspicuous. The interface was going to be a problem but fortunately for Atandala, she had the right equipment in her bag.

Atandala pulled the adapter out of her bag. It was thick, smooth and very flexible. She guided one end to her sex and pushed in. The girth filled her tight sex. The adaptor interfaced with Atandala’s connection and her sex clenched in response.

The technician climbed into the data bed. She spread open the data core’s legs. It looked a little dry. That was fine. Every technician and librarian had their salivary glands altered so that their spit was as slippery as the finest sexual lubricant. Atandala spat onto the woman’s sex lips and rubbed her spit on. The data core’s sex was nearly frictionless.

Atandala guided the tip of the adaptor into the woman’s sex. It was a snug fit but Atandala kept pushing. The woman groaned and her nipples hardened. Centimeter by centimeter, the adaptor slowly opened the data core’s passage.

The adaptor pulsed. A million transmitters inside the woman connected with the adaptor’s receivers. Data was processed and directed into the transmitters on the other end and into Atandala’s receivers lining her vaginal walls. As the information flowed into Atandala, her body was smothered with a thousand sensations.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Atandala moaned. Her hips rolled, pushing the adaptor deeper inside the both of them.

The woman moaned beneath Atandala. Her hips shifted from side to side. She bit her lip and released the bite as she moaned again.

Data poured into Atandala’s body. Beam projector statistics kissed her lips. Missile payloads squeezed her breasts. Toxic gas formulas bit her thighs. Combat performance drugs fucked her face.

Drool fell from Atandala’s open lips. She almost lost herself in the pleasure but she resisted the urge to come. Her hands curled into fists and the pain of her fingernails digging into her palms helped her focus.

The woman began to pant. She writhed inside her data bed. As her pelvis moved, she also moved the adaptor inside Atandala.

Atandala cried out. The physical sensations of the adaptor moving joined the virtual ones created by the data flow. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Atandala climaxed and she came hard.

The spasmic clenching of Atandala’s sex interrupted the connection. The flow of data slowed to a trickle. It would take a moment to get back up to speed.

“You, you, you don’t belong here,” a voice said behind her.

Atandala turned her head. It was a male Seed-Walker with light green skin. His cock was huge and studded with receptors. A tattoo of the Grand Archive sparkled on his forehead. Fuck, it was a librarian!

“I’m, I’m, I’m helping out with the backlog on this level,” Atandala said. She moaned as the theory of offensive wormholes slid into her pussy.

“No, no, no,” the librarian said. “Don’t say anything else. The less data, the less that can incriminate you.”

Atandala closed her mouth. She didn’t expect legal advice from a librarian. Wait, what was he doing here on a rest and consumption period?

“Since, since, since you don’t belong here, then anything I do to you couldn’t have happened,” the librarian said. “Lean forward on the data core.”

Atandala frowned. The librarian had her in a bind. She checked the client’s request and compared it to the files she had acquired. There was twenty percent more to go. Shit. What did the librarian want with her? Her primary sexual port was stuffed with her adaptor.

“Do, do, do, it,” the librarian said. His tone was infuriatingly calm. “Or I shall be forced to call security.”

The profile of a psionic scrambler licked the base of Atandala’s neck. Atandala moaned and thought of the diamonds that were promised to her. She leaned forward onto the data core. The unconscious woman’s plump body was warm and soft.

The librarian climbed onto the data bed. Slender hands grabbed Atandala’s buttocks. They roughly spread them apart. There was a spitting sound and something wet and slippery hit Atandala’s asshole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atandala moaned. Her anal port was unmodified and naturally petite. That was going to test her structural integrity.

The librarian pressed his large cock to Atandala’s asshole. Her tiny hole resisted but the librarian was insistent. The small ring expanded around the head of his phallus and he slid into her. The modified spit eased the passage but it was still an extreme fit.

Atandala cried out. The librarian’s massive cock pulsed inside of her. The invading cock seemed to be on the verge of splitting her apart. When the librarian began to thrust, that suspicion only multiplied.

The anal invasion overcame the last of Atandala’s afterglow and the receptors in her pussy reactivated. The flow of information surged through her body. Laser rifles, anti-personnel grenades, knife-gloves and acid launchers kissed, bit, fondled and pinched her senses as they passed into data caches.

The librarian laid on top of Atandala, covering her body with his. The weight pressed on her and pinned her in place. If someone walked by, they would have to look twice to see that there was someone between the librarian and the data core.

Someone screamed in the distance.

“Shh, shh, shh,” the librarian whispered in Atandala’s ear.

Atandala closed her mouth and realized she had been the one screaming. Lost in stimulation, she was having a hard time knowing what was real and what was virtual.

The librarian fucked faster. Atandala focused on the deep plundering of her ass. The pain/pleasure of that thick cock was her anchor to the real world.

More data fought for Atandala’s attention. A multitude of fighting techniques kissed every inch of her body. War tank weaponry twisted her nipples. Specs for fifty different net guns stroked pubic hair that Atandala didn’t have.

“Almost, almost, almost there,” the librarian groaned.

That described Atandala’s situation as well. She was so close to coming. Only the painful penetration of her abused bottom kept her from going over the edge. She embraced the pain as the last files of data filled her cache.

The librarian grunted. He stopped and his cock pulsed. Hot seed filled Atandala’s ass.

The last of the client’s files were transferred. Atandala relaxed and immediately came. She shuddered and squirmed between two bodies.

The data core moaned. Her toes curled, oblivious to the two people on top of her.

“Move, move, move,” the librarian grunted. He pulled out of Atandala and climbed out of the data bed. “Rest and consumption is almost over.”

Atandala forced herself to rise. The pain in her ass made her cry out. The large cock was gone but the pounding it gave her remained. She slid off the adaptor and then pulled the adaptor from the data core. When she climbed out of the data bed, she nearly fell to the floor on weak knees.

The librarian was already gone. He disappeared among the rows of data banks. Atandala wondered if this was the first time he had found someone doing an illegal transfer. How many thieves were there in the Grand Archive?

Atandala tossed the wet adaptor into her bag and stood up. Pain shot from her tender ass. She grabbed her bag and rushed to the transport platform. Every jolt sent a fresh spike of discomfort through her bottom.

The pain didn’t slow Atandala down. The ache of her sensitive sex didn’t bother her either. She worked the rest of her ship without a single complaint.

The promise of diamonds made for a remarkable pain killer.

May 312019
 

Today I released a writing prompt game, Traveling the Planes of Desire. It is on Itch.io and you can pay what you want for the four page pdf. I humbly ask for a minimum of two dollars due to the processing fees.

In this game, you are a mystic exploring a magical realm that is populated with the sexual desires of the human subconscious. You draw a card from a standard 52 playing card deck and then consult a chart. The suit determines the what you encounter, while the value determines the nature. From that inspiration, you write an entry about your encounter. It can be one paragraph or an entire short story. The goal is to spark your imagination and create adventures.

What I enjoy about writing prompt games is that with an audience of one, I tend to write more honestly about my emotions and feelings. Writing about sex always carries anxiety about what impression it will make on the reader, but a game eliminates that pressure.

Also, a game like this could easily be played with a group. They could take turns exploring places or they could collaborate on what weird realms they meet. A game like this could be an interesting ice breaker for your coven or collection of lovers.

This game is a hack of Takuma Okada’s Alone Among the Stars. I mentioned the game on the blog before and as you can tell, it is a big inspiration to me. My hack adds a sexual element as well as changing the list of terrain to different moods.

If you play Traveling the Planes of Desire, please drop me a line telling me a little of the places you discover.

May 132019
 

I would argue that anything Caitlin Kiernan writes is the very best but I am biased that way. This edition collects some really fabulous stories and I enjoyed every one of them. These stories are not just horror and weird fiction. These stories will fucking haunt you.

It is hard to describe Kiernan’s fiction without referencing other genres and that is a disservice as I feel most of her work transcends the genres they are related to. Take Lovecraft for example. Kiernan writes about strange ancient horrible monsters that live under the ocean and will probably devour us all BUT, when she writes it with her paleontologist background, it feels much more vivid, real and possible than when Lovecraft does it with his purple prose. Keirnan taps into the wonder and mystery of the ocean in ways that remind me of Joseph Conrad. I am repulsed and enchanted at the same time.

It is the same with her weird fiction. The hallmark of Weird Fiction is to not explain shit about what is going on, and Kiernan does that, but she also spends a lot of time with characters trying desperately to explain the unexplainable. Her weird fiction feels like it has undergone a rigorous peer review and they still couldn’t figure that shit out. Again, it just makes her fiction feel far more vivid than others.

I can’t pick a favorite story out of this anthology. Is it the story about Unicorn dildo? The family that live at the edge of some terrible gate? Or is it the reporter trying to make sense of his lover leading a cult into a suicide walk into the ocean? I haven’t even mentioned the one that explores whatever happened to Ann Darrow and her sorrow over Kong. And how about the nightmarish story about what happens when you get caught by a Fairy Queen?

There are too many treasures here to elevate one above the other.

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May 062019
 
The Emperor of Darkness has a familiar tan.

Orgy of the Dead is a 1965 movie written by legendary shitty director, Ed Wood. The premise is that a couple have a car crash near the wrong graveyard. At least, I think it is a car crash as the budget didn’t allow money for a car or a crash so we just have to rely on sound effects and a spinning camera. The couple wakes up and the woman blames the man for the accident. They stumble towards the graveyard where they hear music.

See, this isn’t your normal graveyard. No, this is a special place where the ‘Emperor’ rises from a coffin, gives a long monologue about the forces of darkness, and is then attended by a Vampira knockoff. Together they sit and watch as damned souls entertain them.

How do the damned entertain the Emperor? With burlesque acts of course! Each act is preceded by a short bio from the Vampira knockoff. For example, “She killed her husband on her wedding night, and now must dance with her husband’s skeleton forever!”

The damned soul then comes in a costumer, dances a little, then the camera cuts away and when it returns, the woman’s clothes are gone except for her panties. She then dances for way too long. The Emperor says whether they please him or not and we move on to the next dancer. Rinse, wash, repeat.

At one point, the couple gets caught by a Wolfman and a Mummy, who bring them to the Emperor. The couple is then tied up and forced to watch more burlesque acts. The drama of the film is whether the Emperor will let the Vampira knockoff kill the woman before the sun rises.

Now, I hope that what I described does not sound interesting because this movie was super dull. The burlesque acts go on way too long and though some of the women clearly have talent, the emphasis of every act is the dancer shaking their boobs as much as possible. The acting is worse than you can imagine. The graveyard is so cheap looking that I have seen better presentations at Party City. The Wolfman and the Mummy are the comic relief, and are remarkably not funny at all.

The only upside to this movie was the Emperor and the Vampira knockoff. The Emperor is played by Criswell, a psychic known for some of the stupidest predictions ever. Criswell flips back and forth between being a master of evil and a slightly bored narrator. He does have a good voice and if he was more well known, he would the source of a dozen memes.

The Vampira knockoff was played by Fawn Silver. Unlike Vampira, Fawn can act and she might be the only one acting in this movie. She doesn’t have Vampira’s extreme features but her more curvier body makes her nice to watch. Her eagerness to strip and stab the living woman brings the only real sexual friction to the movie. It is a shame that she is not more remembered.

Orgy of the Dead ends with the sun rising and the couple waking back up. Was it a dream? Nah, more likely it was a cheap movie made to sell tickets by showing tits.

May 012019
 

Explorer’s Log: Today is my thirty-second day in my sixty-four day journey to the star system designated “Damn, I wish I Was the Queen’s Lover” by Royal Astronomers. The patrols of large warships continue to be a problem. The probe ship’s stealth capabilities are no match for the patrol sensors. I had three near-encounters this morning and it was only through heroic efforts and my superior piloting skills that I have evaded pursuit and combat.

Late this afternoon, I discovered one of the reasons for the frequent patrols. A vessel took me by surprise near a debris field. The vessel was the same type as the large warships that have been chasing me. After deftly avoiding their ambush, the attackers opened communications in order to demand my surrender. They were surprised by my alien appearance and descriptive insults. The vessel identified themselves as pirates in opposition to the Prober Supreme. I convinced them that I was not a servant of the Prober Supreme or one of his creations. The pirates offered a truce and I generously accepted their ceasefire.

The pirates have invited me to dock with their much larger vessel. They are offering to transport me and the probe ship through the worse of the warship patrols. I am suspicious of their generosity, but since they are rebels with no respect for a central authority, I suspect their offer is a ruse to attempt to seduce me to their cause. I will take advantage of their naivety and get a free ride. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I’m taking a risk by boarding their ship but the Captain is handsome and it has been a busy few weeks. It will be nice to let someone else fly for a change. These patrols have worn my ass out.

Chairbot will remain behind on the ship. If the pirates betray me, Chairbot has been instructed to turn the probe ship into a bomb and blackmail the pirates for my freedom. Hopefully after the pirates have ravished me, of course.

“Your, your, your quarters are here” Captain Hellic said, pointing at an open doorway. The tall Seed-Walker had to stoop as he stepped inside. The tight fabric of his pants clung to his muscular buttocks in intriguing ways.

Vaquel Di smiled. That was an ass worth risking a ship for. Before she stepped into her quarters, she pressed a button on her belt. The top of her green spacesuit parted a few centimeters to expose her luscious brown cleavage. Running her hand through her short pink hair, she stepped inside.

The quarters were snug with a single bed, a hygiene chamber and a small table. Captain Hellic stood by the bed with an anxious look on his face. He tugged nervously on his bright purple beard.

“I, I, I hope the quarters are suitable,” Captain Hellic said. “The Corrupted Data used to be a ship for holding soldiers, so there is not much consideration for comfort. If you want a larger place, I am sure the crew would be happy to convert one of the armories into living quarters.”

“No, it’s quite nice,” Vaquel said. She bent over to press down on the mattress. It was not a coincidence that her hanging tits were facing Captain Hellic.

“Mmm, soft and squishy,” Vaquel said.

“Oh, uh, uh, uh, good,” Captain Hellic said. “I am glad the breasts, uh, bed is to your liking. We don’t get many guests and it will be nice to have a new mouth, uh, face around. The ship is mostly automated so we don’t need much of a crew. You met all of them at dinner.”

Vaquel sat on the bed and leaned back. She stretched one leg out and then the other. Captain Hellic stared and tugged harder on his beard. The green of her spacesuit was the same shade as the Seed-Walker’s skin. She wondered if her legs looked naked to him.

“Wait, those six people are your entire crew?” Vaquel asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Captain Hellic said. He was still staring at her legs.

“Oh,” Vaquel responded. Her dreams of being gangbanged dropped considerably in scale. That was disappointing but it was less likely that these rebels would try to kidnap her. She could go straight to fucking them now.

Vaquel pressed another button on her belt. The spacesuit around her legs slid upwards. The thick magnetic boots covered her feet but her lovely brown calves were revealed followed by her thick thighs. The spacesuit stopped retracting, leaving her pelvis still covered.

“What, what, what are you doing?” Captain Hellic said. He quickly moved past Vaquel and towards the door.

“Wait, stop!” Vaquel said. “I am just undressing. The way you were staring at my legs, I thought you were curious about my species.”

Captain Hellic stared at her brown skin; his eyes devouring every millimeter. He chewed the top of his mustache and pulled harder on his beard. “I apologize for staring,” he said. “It has been so long since I have seen a female of any species.”

“Feel free to take a closer look,” Vaquel said. She pressed another button. The spacesuit around her crotch retracted. The pink bush of her pubic hair was revealed. The hair was already slick with her desire.

“No, no, no,” Captain hellic moaned. He covered his eyes with a massive hand. “Please don’t do that. We took a vow of celibacy.”

A cold chill ran through Vaquel. She quickly pressed the button and the spacesuit slid back over her crotch. Afraid that celibacy might be contagious in some way, Vaquel pressed another button and her legs were covered as well.

“A vow of celibacy?” Vaquel asked. “Were you brainwashed by outside forces?”

Captain Hellic peeked through his fingers and saw that Vaquel was clothed. Lowering his hand, he answered her question, but he stayed by the door in case of sudden nudity.

“We, we, we took the vow of celibacy as a crew,” Captain Hellic said. “The Prober Supreme manipulates the masses with his hedonistic inventions. He keeps them in a state of languid docility while conducting his foul and perverse experiments! Some of my crew have been subjects in his labs. To keep ourselves from succumbing to the weird temptations we encounter, we have vowed to remain celibate until the Prober Supreme is defeated and overthrown!”

“And how long have you been a pirate?” Vaquel asked.

“Eight, eight, eight solar cycles,” Captain Hellic said. “It has not been easy.”

“You poor bastards,” Vaquel said. “Are you sure about your vow? It isn’t healthy to restrain yourself like that. You can indulge your carnal needs with me. I won’t tell your crew.”

Captain Hellic’s fist ripped tufts of his beard from his face. “No, no, no,” he moaned. “That would be a betrayal not only of my vows, but of the trust they put in me as a leader. I must refuse. In fact, I should leave right now so I don’t give in to temptation!”

Before Vaquel could say anything, Captain Hellic ducked through the doorway. A sliding door closed behind him and locked into place. Vaquel was alone.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. “No gangbang, no ravishing and not even a fucking goodnight licking!”

Vaquel kicked off her boots and pressed a button on her belt. The entire spacesuit slid away from her body and retracted into her belt. She took her belt off and tossed it aside as well.

“Fuck these celibate pirates!” Vaquel snapped. “What the fuck is the point of being a pirate if you are not going to get laid?

Vaquel laid back on the bed. Damn, it was soft. She spread her legs on the silky sheets and enjoyed the lack of friction. Curious, she tried out the pillow. The soft foam shape conformed to the shape of her head and spine, providing optimal comfort.

“Damn, if military ships get beds this nice, I see why there are no rebellions,” Vaquel said. She was definitely going to include this in her report back to the Royal Navy.

“This bed is wasted on celibates,” Vaquel said. “Luckily, I am not one.”

Vaquel reached between her legs. She pushed through the soft forest of her bush and stroked the outside of her sex lips. Slow lazy circles sensitized her needy pussy.

With her other hand, Vaquel grabbed a breast. She started by pinching the side of her heavy brown tit. The little jolt of pain was answered by a clenching in her sex.

Vaquel’s fingers moved clockwise around her breast, delivering tiny pinches to the soft flesh. Her other fingers pushed inside her pussy lips and sank into wet heat. She pinched harder and harder as she circled her tit.

The lights dimmed, perhaps due to a sensor noticing Vaquel was in bed. With the decrease in illumination, Vaquel’s hips began to roll. She switched from stroking her sex to humping her fingers.

Vaquel moaned. She closed her eyes and pictured the Captain. He was between her legs, holding still as she grinded on his cock. She had convinced him that his vow was still valid if she did all the work. All he had to do was lay on top of her while Vaquel fucked his brains out.

A shudder ran through Vaquel. She would break the Captain’s resolve. Her fingers closed around her nipple, picturing the Captain’s purple beard against her brown breast. He would bite her with a need that has been building for eight years. In accordance with her fantasy, Vaquel cruelly pinched and twisted her sensitive nipple.

“Oh, Captain,” Vaquel moaned.

Vaquel resumed stroking. The imaginary Captain was aroused now. He was going to pummel her wet pussy. He was going to pound her into this extremely comfortable bed. He was going to probe this sex hole to depths never explored before.

“You have a visitor at the door,” a voice said.

Vaquel froze. The voice sounded very natural and it took her a second to realize it was automated.

“Would you like to let them in?” the voice asked.

“Fuck,” Vaquel whispered. Yeah, she wanted them to come in but she also didn’t want to scare their celibate ass off. She sat up and grabbed the folded blanket at the foot of the bed. Laying back down, she pulled it over her body.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the voice said.

“YES!” Vaquel said.

The door opened. A short but lanky Seed-Walker came in. Bright yellow hair fringed his face and head. Vaquel remembered him from the dinner. His name was Mops. He leaned back out the doorway and looked both ways before closing the door.

“Excuse, excuse, excuse me,” the pirate said. “I’m sorry to bother you but my shift just ended and I wanted to take advantage of this moment to talk to you alone.”

“Oh?” Vaquel asked. She sat up, pinning the blanket to her chest. The warm, but thin material outlined her round breasts. “Why did you want to talk to me alone?”

Mops’ dark green skin flushed to a lighter shade of green. “I, I, I wanted to talk about this vow we made, me and the other pirates that is. Because the Prober Supreme creates a culture of sexual indulgence, we decided the best way to fight it was with sexual abstinence.”

“Ugh, I know,” Vaquel said. She could feel her pussy drying by the second. “Your Captain told me about it. He said it was very important to you guys.”

“It, it, it is, but the thing is, it is a lot harder to do in practice than in theory,” Mops said. “I joined the crew two years ago and it has been really difficult. I keep making simple mistakes. I get really angry for no reason. I have an ear ache that won’t go away and I bet it is due to sexual frustration.”

“Okay,” Vaquel said. “Where are you going with this? I was in the middle of relieving my own ear ache.”

“I, I, I was wondering if you might be able to provide me with some relief but keep it secret from the rest of the crew,” Mops said. “I don’t want to disappoint my crew or Captain. I am just not as strong as they are.”

“Relief is a two-way interaction,” Vaquel said. “Satisfy me and I’ll keep your secret, you degenerate celibate.”

Vaquel tossed the blanket from her body. She sat up and turned so her legs hung off the side of the bed. Spreading her legs, she pulled her pussy lips apart in what Vaquel considered to be a subtle invitation.

Mops’ eyes bulged in delight. He shed her overalls in seconds to reveal a short but limber body. A thick root hung between his legs. What it lacked in length it made up for in girth.

“We, we, we might need to go slow,” Mops said. “It has been a long-aaahh!”

Vaquel squeezed his cock in her hand. “No, I don’t do slow,” she said.

Mops groaned incoherently. His cock throbbed in her hand.

Vaquel pulled the pirate between her legs. She guided the tip of his root to her sex lips. The head was a little too big but Vaquel was wet enough to try. She reached behind Mops and grabbed his ass.

Mops overcame his shyness. He pushed into Vaquel. The thick head spread her open and then the rest of his shaft soon followed. One long persistent push and he was inside of her.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. “Maybe you’re right and we should go slow.”

Mops growled and grabbed her by the thighs. He was face to face with her plentiful tits. Leaning forward, he took a bite of her brown breast. As soon as his teeth clamped down, his hips pumped with a furious speed.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. Her pussy took the cock bombardment. Thankfully, the shortness of the cock prevented her deeper areas from being battered but what was being penetrated took a beating. While her pussy was being fucked, her breast was getting crushed by Mops’ eager bite. The pain was far greater than the pinching she experienced earlier but it also made her clench three times as hard.

“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm!” Mops said with a mouth full of tit. His hips smashed into Vaquel’s thighs and made a clapping noise. Drool leaked from his lips and dribbled down her breast.

Vaquel shuddered with pleasure. This was more like it! Brutal and sweet! She was going to be sore in the morning but this was the fuck she had been craving!

Mops opened his mouth to moan and Vaquel’s breast fell from his lips. There was an angry ring of bruises on her tit from where his teeth had clamped. Mops ducked down and bit her other breast; subjecting it to the same intense pressure.

“Shit, shit, shit, yes, yes, yes!” Vaquel cried. The pain pushed her over the edge. She wrapped her legs tight around the Seed-Walker as he brought her to a screaming orgasm.

Mops groaned into Vaquel’s breast. His body began to shake as he kept humping. The thick cock trembled within her and then suddenly released a thick load of hot seed.

“Damn, already?” Vaquel asked.

“You have a visitor at the door,” the door said.

Mops froze and then quickly pulled out of Vaquel. Yellow seed spilled from his cock. He spat her breast out and babbled “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

“Get back and fuck me,” Vaquel said.

“Would you like to let them in?” the door asked.

“Fertilizer, fertilizer, fertilizer!” Mops swore. “Don’t tell them I was here! There is a maintenance hatch in the hygiene chamber! I’ll try to come back later!”

“Fine,” Vaquel sighed. She was still in the throes of her orgasm but hungry for more.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the door said.

Vaquel waited until Mops ran into the hygiene chamber and closed the door. “Yes,” she said. As the door opened, Vaquel remembered just in time to throw the blanket back over herself and lay down.

Another pirate walked in. She remembered this one. He was a mass of muscle and a deep brown color. Three sprouts of white hair were arranged equidistantly on his nearly bald skull. Vaquel had fantasized about how he would be the one to hold her down while the others used her. His name was Jekin.

“Excuse, excuse, excuse me for intruding,” Jekin said. He closed the door behind him. “I have come here to come here to make a trade offer.”

“Do pirates usually make trade offers at the start of someone’s sleep cycle?” Vaquel asked.

Jekin reached into a pocket on his overalls. He pulled out something that sparkles. It looked like diamonds.

“I, I, I had to wait until everyone thought you were sleeping,” Jekin said. His voice dropped to a low whisper. “See, I have something indecent to ask you.”

Vaquel smiled. She sat up and her blanket fell from her chest. “Indecent? Please tell!”

Jekin stared at her exposed breasts and licked his lips. “Ah, you might not know this but me and my crew have taken a vow of celibacy. It is more of a political statement actually, and one that is easy to do when there are no women on board. But now that you are here, I would like to fulfill some of my urges in a manner that is not known to the rest of the crew.”

A thrill of desire went through Vaquel. “Are you trying to purchase sex from me like a common whore?”

“No, no, no!” Jekin said, still whispering. “The diamonds are to purchase your silence. The sex would be mutually enjoyable.”

“Oh,” Vaquel said, a tad disappointed. “All right, leave the diamonds on the counter and get in.” She tossed the blanket off of her body.

“Petals of my father,” Jekin swore as he looked at her body. He tossed the diamonds onto the counter and missed. The diamonds dropped nosily to the floor but Jekin didn’t care. He ripped open the front of his overalls to reveal a slender cock, already hard and pointing to the right.

“That will do,” Vaquel said.

Jekin bent over and picked Vaquel up. He lifted her body as easily as if they were in low gravity. One hand on either hip, he lowered her onto his cock. The slender root pushed up inside of her.

“Ohh!” Vaquel moaned. The narrow cock reached deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her hands around the pirate’s neck as she hung in his arms.

“You, you, you have an extremely damp orifice,” Jekin whispered.

Vaquel didn’t think it was a good idea to mention that the dampness was fifty percent seed from Mops. “I bet you say that to all the women you break your vow of celibacy with.”

Jekin snorted. His powerful hands locked her in place. He jacked his cock using her body as his se toy. The rest of his body locked into place with only his powerful arms doing all the work.

Vaquel bounced up and down. The thin cock impaled her with every drop. Her already sensitive sex spasmed and clenched. She locked her fingers tightly around his neck even though she had no fear of him dropping her.

Jekin’s eyes were locked on her breasts, more specifically, the ring of bite marks that adorned each mound.

“Curious, curious, curious markings,” he said. “Are they tribal identifiers?”

“Yeah,” Vaquel lied. “They tell people where I like to be bitten.”

Jekins grunted and kept staring. The sound of wet fucking filled the room. It was joined by the slapping of Vaquel’s heavy breasts against her chest. Jekins grunted, increasing in volume as he slid Vaquel faster up and down his root.

“Make me come, pirate,” Vaquel groaned. “Make me come with your celibate cock!”

Jekins groaned. His fingers dug painfully into Vaquel’s hips. He pumped Vaquel on his cock with terrifying speed.

“Yes, yes, yes, glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

Jekins shuddered as Vaquel climaxed. He slowed down and his grunts took on a deeper tone. His hips began to pump and his fucking became more deliberate.

“Do it,” Vaquel whispered. “Come inside this tight sex hole. Give me your years of come.”

Jekin’s grunt turned into a whimper. He was close.

“You have a visitor at the door,” the door said.

Jekin’s eyes bulged but he didn’t stop. He pumped her twice as fast on his cock for four more strokes and then he stopped completely. Hot seed filled Vaquel’s pussy as the pirate held her in place. After six spurts of his cock, Jekin slid Vaquel off his cock and tossed her to the bed.

Vaquel shrieked as she hit the bed. “What the fuck?”

“I, I, I got to get out of here,” Jekin whispered. “Good thing there is a hatch in the hygiene chamber!”

“Would you like to let them in?” the door asked.

Vaquel sighed. Jekin ducked into the hygiene chamber, his cock dripping with Vaquel’s juices. Vaquel reached between her legs and touched her now empty sex.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the door said.

Vaquel tossed the blanket back over her body. “Yes!” she yelled.

The door opened. The pirate had light green skin and a lack of any hair. Optical enhancers covered one eye. He was slender as Jekin’s cock. Vaquel remembered his name because it sounded filthy.

“Hey, Nighole,” Vaquel said with a yawn, feigning sleep. “What brings you by?”

“Excuse, excuse, excuse the interruption of her dormant cycle,” Nighole said. He looked both ways before stepping into her quarters. He closed the door behind him and relaxed when the locks clicked. “I have something of a delicate situation to discuss.”

“Does it involve your vow of celibacy and how you would like to break that vow but keep it secret from the rest of the crew?” Vaquel asked.

Nighole paled to a lighter shade of green. “Great, great, great Cutter! How did you know that?”

“It is a common problem with perversions like celibacy,” Vaquel said. She threw the blanket off her body and sat up. “Lucky for you, I am willing to help sentients break such a filthy habit.”

“Oh, oh, oh my,” Nighole said. He stared at her body. The optical scanner zoomed to get a better look. “What is that discharge around your sex lips? It looks like Seed-Walker come.”

“Nah, that is just my natural juices,” Vaquel lied. “I get really turned on helping celibates break their vow.”

“Interesting, interesting, interesting,” Nighole said. He pulled at a seam on his overalls. A gap from his neck down to his crotch opened in the red fabric.

Vaquel reached for his cock. It was a decent length. Not as long as Jekins or as thick as Mops, but perfectly adequate. Vaquel wrapped her fingers around it and gave a tight squeeze. It pulsed in her hand.

“I, I, I do have a second request as well,” Nighole said.

“Oh?” Vaquel said. She rubbed her thumb over the head of the member. A drop of yellow liquid leaked from the tip.

“Can, can, can you restrict my air passages while we copulate?” Nighole asked.

Vaquel’s grip tightened around Nighole’s cock to a painful extreme and then released. “Get your ass in this bed and I will choke the fuck out of you.”

Nighole almost shoved Vaquel out of the way as he climbed into bed. The impatient pirate flopped on his back, his cock waving in the air like an antenna. He laid on the bed and grabbed the headboard behind him.

Vaquel liked his enthusiasm. She climbed on top of the pirate. Taking his cock in hand, she held it in place as she slowly impaled herself.

“There we go,” Vaquel moaned. She settled on his crotch, placing her knees on either side of his hips. Her own hips swiveled, as if trying to screw his cock deeper into her slick sex.

“Wet, wet, wet you are,” Nighole said. “Is everyone in your species this wet?”

“Only if they are lucky,” Vaquel said. “Ready for the second part of your request?”

Before Nighole could respond, Vaquel leaned forward and grabbed his throat with both hands. The thin neck was supple and her fingers sunk in. She could feel his muscles underneath fighting her.

Nighole gasped for air. His visible eye bulged and then rolled into the back of his head. A blissed smile spread across his green face.

A sudden thrust from Nighole’s hips nearly knocked Vaquel over. She tightened her grip as the alien continued to thrust into her. The harder she squeezed, the faster he fucked her from his prone position.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried. Up and down Nighole’s hips bounced with Vaquel on top of him. There was a frenzy to his motion that sent Vaquel bouncing one direction then the other. It was like trying to stay on a malfunctioning jet bike.

But this bike had a cock and that cock was giving Vaquel a wonderful ride. Not only was it driving deep up inside her, but the member pulsed and squirmed. It thrashed wildly within her slick sex.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel cried. Her pussy was taking another beating. The impacts on her pelvis were starting to ache. This was getting dangerous.

Vaquel squeezed tighter with her hands.

Nighole gasped. His green lips turned white. He stuck out his tongue and it pulsed before Vaquel’s eyes.

The alien’s hips fucked faster. Vaquel squealed as she struggled to hold on. Pink hair and brown breasts bounced with wild abandon. The headboard banged against the wall like a battering ram.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her orgasm came quickly and she nearly lost her grip on Nighole’s throat.

Nighole kept thrusting into Vaquel’s climaxing sex.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. Her second orgasm sent a spasm up and down her spine.

Nighole kept thrusting.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried once more. The third orgasm turned her body into a pulsing star of pleasure.

Nighole suddenly stopped in the middle of a thrust. He held the position, holding Vaquel up in the air with the power of his hips. A second later, a hot flood of seed filled Vaquel’s sex. Only then did he collapse back onto the bed.

“Whoa,” Vaquel said. She let go of Nighole’s throat. His cock continued to pulse inside her, stuffing her pussy with more and more alien seed.

“Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh,” Nighole gasped. His one eye unrolled and looked glazed. The optical scanner zoomed in and out, unable to focus.

“You have a visitor at the door,” the door said.

Nighole shifted to the side and Vaquel fell from his tilted lap. He sprang from the bed with panic. He looked at the door and then all around for an escape.

Vaquel sighed. Seed flowed from her sensitive pussy. Bruises were forming on her thighs.

“There is a maintenance hatch in the hygiene chamber,” Vaquel said.

Nighole nodded and stumbled towards the hygiene chamber door.

“Would you like to let them in?” the door asked.

“Let’s give the guy a moment,” Vaquel said. Nighole entered the hygiene chamber and closed the door behind him.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the door said.

Vaquel tossed the blanket back over her body, wincing as from a dozen bruises on her pelvis. “Yes!” she yelled.

The door opened. It was yet another pirate. This one only wore pants instead of overalls. He was a pale shade of green, but his arms, shoulders and chest were covered in thick blue hair. His mouth was shaped more like a snout. Vaquel assumed he was an example of the Prober Supremes’ experiments.

“Hey, uh, can’t quite remember your name,” Vaquel said. “Slasher? Poker?”

“Stabber, Stabber, Stabber,” the pirate said with a low growl. “You are probably wondering why I am here but-“

“Look, my sex is pretty sore right now but I could suck you off if you want,” Vaquel said.

Stabber winced, which Vaquel thought was a weird reaction to being offered a blowjob, but when Stabber jumped into the room and closed the door, she realized he was afraid of other pirates hearing. The eagerness in which he opened his pants told her that her offer was appreciated. He pulled out a rather long looking cock, nestled in a thick bush blue pubic hair.

“Might, might, might want to be quick,” Stabber growled. “I thought I saw C-E prowling the corridors.”

“You guys should have worked out a rotation,” Vaquel said.

“What, what, what do you mean?” Stabber asked. The growl in his voice deepened.

“Never mind,” Vaquel said. “Get over here.” She sat up and tossed the blanket aside.

Stabber forgot his question at the sight of Vaquel’s naked body. He stepped forward and took one of her brown breasts in his hand. His fingers gently grazed her skin as he pulled.

Despite the soreness between her legs, Vaquel felt a flesh of desire. She took his cock in hand and pulled him closer. The long member twitched in his hand. She took him into her mouth and closed her lips around him.

The pirate tasted minty. Vaquel licked and relished the flavor. The cock wiggled and she took more of him between her lips. Centimeter by centimeter, she took him down her throat.

Stabber growled. It was a deep rumble that came from his chest. One hand went to the back of Vaquel’s head while the other continued to gently scratch her breast.

Vaquel swallowed more of his long cock. He hit the back of her throat and she barely had half of him inside her. She grabbed the base of his cock and gently squeezed.

The cock twitched in Vaquel’s mouth. Stabber kept growling and his hips bucked. Vaquel choked but quickly recovered.

“Good, good, good, mouth,” Stabber said.

Vaquel nodded with Stabber’s cock in her mouth. She stroked the base of his cock while her lips sealed around the middle. Her tongue licked the underside of his member with sweeping motions. She looked up at him and held his eyes as she pumped and licked.

Stabber growled. The blue mass of public hair straightened and stood on end. His cock wiggled and twisted in Vaquel’s mouth.

There was a clang from the hygiene chamber. Stabber’s growl suddenly stopped. He turned his head towards the hygiene chamber door.

“Did, did, did you hear that?” Stabber asked.

Vaquel pulled back on his cock. She moved her head from side to side so that the head of his member bulged against the sides of her cheek. Pressing her thumbnail against the underside of his shaft, she traced a line down his length to his balls.

Stabber forgot about the noise. He turned back around to look at Vaquel. The low constant growl returned.

“Been, been, been so long,” Stabber moaned.

Seed filled Vaquel’s mouth. She swallowed the first spurt but more kept coming. Her fist tightened around his cock and resumed pumping. More seed gushed into her mouth. The thick liquid tasted sweet. She struggled to keep it all in her mouth.

“You have a visitor at the door,” the door said.

Stabber pulled his cock from Vaquel’s mouth. Yellow seed smeared across her chin. He quickly sealed his overalls and pulled out a knife his pant leg.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “You don’t need a knife! Just take the maintenance hatch in the hygiene chamber!”

Stabber looked at his knife and sighed. He reluctantly stuffed it back into his pant leg and went into the hygiene chamber.

“Would you like to let them in?” the door asked.

“Queen’s tit, I want to but I wish they spaced themselves out more,” Vaquel said.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the door said.

“Why not? Yes!” Vaquel said. She reached for the blanket and stopped. Why fucking bother?

The door opened. In walked C-E, the first mate on the ship. The Seed-Walker was mostly cybernetic, with strange metal bits all over his body. Every bit was a different color and he looked like a walking rainbow.

“Thank you for permitting me entry, Vaquel,” C-E began but he stopped when he saw her naked body.

“Sure, close the door behind you,” Vaquel said.

“Uh, yes,” C-E said. He walked in and sealed the door behind him. “You are probably curious why I have arrived.”

“No, not really,” Vaquel said. “I’ll skip to the good part. I will help you break your vow of celibacy, and yes, I will not tell the rest of your crew. My pussy is feeling a bit tender right now and my stomach is really full, so we’ll have to get creative. Do you understand?”

“Sexual creativity was my prime function before turning pirate,” C-E said.

“Good,” Vaquel said. “Now do you want a handjob or would you rather fuck my tits?”

“I prefer an alternate gratification,” C-E said. He opened a slit in his overalls to reveal a long, thin and very shiny cock. The cock buzzed and extended a few centimeters.

“Well, you got my curiosity,” Vaquel said. Despite the soreness in her sex, Vaquel felt the familiar heat of desire.

The cyborg approached Vaquel on the bed and gently grabbed her shoulders. He rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her legs off the edge of the bed. His hands went to her buttocks and Vaquel heard a tiny motor. A second later, something warm and slippery splashed against the crack of her ass.

“Ah, now this is what I expected on a pirate ship,” Vaquel said.

Strong hands spread Vaquel’s buttocks apart. The slippery fluid sprayed onto her asshole. There was another squeal of motors and then something pressed against her anus. It vibrated pleasantly against her.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel sighed.

A hand pressed down on the back of Vaquel’s head. “Prepare for anal integration.”

“Integrate me, fucker!” Vaquel said.

C-E’s cock pushed again Vaquel. Her asshole barely had to stretch to allow the slender tip in. The unknown lubricant eased the passage and it wasn’t long before his entire shaft was inside her. The cybernetic cock vibrated at a steady pulse.

“Damn, that feels good,” Vaquel moaned. Juices flowed from her jealous sex.

“I regret losing most of my original organs and being turned into a horrific machine, but at least my genitals received an upgrade,” C-E said.

“Yeah, sad story,” Vaquel said. “Could you please just fuck my ass?”

C-E pushed down harder with his hand. Vaquel’s face pressed down into the mattress. His hips rocked back and forth with mechanical precision. The slender vibrating cock pumped her tight asshole with increasing speed.

“You are right,” C-E said. “I am just a horrible mockery of a Seed-Walker. I should remember my function and violate your ass like I was designed to do.”

Vaquel wasn’t sure if C-E was being sarcastic or melancholic but she didn’t care. The vibrating cock felt wonderful. The lubricant kept everything slippery as her ass was relentlessly fucked.

“My cock sensor tells me that you can take a forty percent increase in anal desecration,” C-E said. “Do you concur?”

“Desecrate that ass!” Vaquel yelled.

C-E complied. The hand on Vaquel head twisted her short pink hair to painful levels. The hips crashing into her ass increased in speed and the impact on her buttocks was intense. The cock inside her pulsed to a higher level of vibration while also slowly increasing in girth.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel cried out. She grabbed the mattress sheets and held on. Her legs kicked to no effect. The bed underneath her pussy became soaking wet.

“Yes, yes, yes,” C-E cried. “This is my true function! Being a pirate is a waste of my potential! I should be destroying anal orifices every day! I will stage a one-man mutiny! This ship and crew will obey me if I have to fuck every ass myself! We will begin a rampage across the galaxy! No ass will be left intact!”

“Oh fuck, that is what I am talking about!” Vaquel cried. “Keep talking dirty like that!”

Vaquel let go of the mattress and reached under her pelvis. Even though her pussy was sore to the touch, Vaquel furiously rubbed her sex lips.

“I will make a new vow!” C-E yelled. “I will take a Vow of Anal Dominance! The Prober Supreme himself will be impaled on my glorious cock!”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out. She came on her fingers as the cyborg took her ass.

“All who give their allegiance to me must first give their ass!” C-E yelled. His cock pushed deeper inside Vaquel.

“Whoa!” Vaquel cried. She didn’t know her ass could be penetrated that deeply.

“Entire planets will walk funny after I have conquered them!” C-E cried. The vibrations from his cock tripled in power.

“Shit!” Vaquel cried. It was too much. The cock was too deep and the vibrations were too strong. She wanted to resist but the bottom half of her body was turning numb as it was being ripped apart.

“My cock will break a billion ASSES!” C-E’s words ended in a scream. His hips came to a stop and his cock ceased vibrating.

Hot seed filled Vaquel’s ass. There was too much. Seed spilled from her ass despite the cock plugging it.

Vaquel was too afraid to move. C-E pulled out of her and more seed oozed from her ass. The loss of his cock left a void inside her. She wondered if she would be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck, she wondered if she would be able to walk again.

“That was weird,” C-E said. “I am not sure where that megalomania came from. Please disregard my previous statements as I will be resuming my vow of celibacy immediately.”

Vaquel sighed. “It was too good to be true. You are not the first guy who becomes a lot less ambitious after he climaxes.”

“Perhaps,” C-E said. “I defer to your wanton experience. If you excuse me, I will now exit your quarters before I am discovered.”

Vaquel was too exhausted to get up. She heard the door open and close, followed by the click of a lock. It occurred to her that he was the only pirate to fuck her and leave by the front door.

A burp rose within Vaquel’s throat. It had the sweet aftertaste of Seed-Walker come. Vaquel dragged her sore and exhausted body onto the bed and laid her head on the pillow. Her ass hurt too much to lay on her back and her pussy was too sore to lay on her stomach. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes.

“You have a visitor at the door,” the door said.

Vaquel laughed. Who was left? The entire crew had come by. Did someone want seconds?

“Would you like to let them in?” the door asked.

“Damn it, I guess I do,” Vaquel said.

“Please respond with ‘yes’ or ‘no’,” the door said.

“Yes!” Vaquel snapped.

The door opened. It was the Captain. He stepped inside her quarters and closed the door behind him. As he turned around to speak, he noticed Vaquel’s naked body and the words died in his mouth.

“Forget something?” Vaquel asked.

“No, no, no, but I have been reconsidering your offer,” the Captain said. He pulled hard on his beard. “Celibacy is hard, and I may have been too hasty in refusing your generosity.”

“Let me stop you there,” Vaquel said. “While you were out, I ah, attended to my own needs. Now I am exhausted but if you want to get off, feel free to go ahead. Just don’t touch me.”

Captain Hellic tugged his beard with both hands. “Agreed, agreed, agreed,” he said. He opened a seam on his overalls and reached inside. Out came a massive cock with a thick head

“Queen’s mercy,” Vaquel swore. She was both aroused and terrified. It was a shame that she hadn’t enjoyed that fine organ earlier, but it was too late now.

Captain Hellic walked up to the bed. He spat into his hand and stroked his cock. The thick root swelled to a larger size.

Vaquel stared at the immense cock. Maybe if she was really careful, she could take it inside her pussy? The walls of her sex ached in disagreement. There was no way that thing was going in her ass. Could she suck on it? Her bloated stomach protested the thought.

No, Vaquel wasn’t going to do any of those things. Besides, fuck the Captain, he had his chance. His crew are better pirates than he is.

Captain Hellic stroked his cock. His eyes were locked on Vaquel’s thick brown legs. He reached out with one hand towards her thigh.

“No!” Vaquel snapped. “No touching, you celibate pervert.”

Captain Hellic moaned in disappointment but he pulled his hand back.

Vaquel’s pussy clenched with desire. Being cruel was as good as being used. Maybe she should reconsider having him inside her? No, this was too good to stop.

“Here, here, here it comes!” Captain Hellic cried. Seed sprayed from his cock. Long streams of come flew in the air and landed across Vaquel’s leg. The hot yellow seed felt good on her brown skin.

“There, you’re done,” Vaquel said, knowing he had more to ejaculate. “Stop and put it away/”

Captain Hellic moaned. He squeezed his cock tightly and the come stopped. Wincing, he tucking his cock back into his overalls and closed the seam.

“Now go,” Vaquel said. “Go now or I’ll tell your crew about your weakness.”

Captain Hellic rushed to the door. He fumbled with the lock and then opened it. The Captain rushed through and the door closed behind him.

Vauquel let out the laugh she had been holding. When she was finished, she spoke to the door.

“Door, if anyone comes by, tell them to go away. I’m done!”

“Privacy mode is now activated,” the door replied.

“Thank the Queen,” Vaquel sighed. She closed her eyes, not bothering to wipe the Captain’s seed from her leg. Within seconds, she was asleep.

Fucking celibates was exhausting.

Apr 302019
 

In a surprise twist, Amazon agreed with me that my books should not be banned. My account has been restored and you can buy my stuff again.

Wow, this is great news. I am emotionally exhausted but still, great news. I do need to look into alternate outlets as a safety precaution in case this happens again.

Thanks for every one’s support. The messages and comments really kept my spirits up in what was a super anxious time for me.

Apr 292019
 

Alone Among the Stars is a creative writing game by Takuma Okada. You play a lone space explorer visiting strange new planets. Through a system of six-sided dice and a deck of playing cards, you generate random things to explore. For each place generated, you write a log entry. That is it.

The random prompts generated are very vague and intentionally so. The suit of the card determines what you find and the card value determines where you find it. That means I can pull a card and get something like, “Creatures by a gentle river”. What kind of creatures? Are they hostile? Are they fish, people or monsters? What is the river made of? That is for you to decide.

At first the vagueness bothered me. I wanted more detail but after playing a few days, I see where details could turn into something repetitive. Creatures by a river could mean lots of things, and perhaps it is best that you do the heavy lifting in a creative exercise.

My favorite moments in video games is discovery. I enjoy exploring places more than I enjoy fighting things in those places. The problem with a video game is that there is a finite amount of discovery because everything needs an art asset. This game fixes that by using your imagination.

Personally, I play one session a day of this game, before my usual writing. It is a nice little exercise to warm up with as well as just being fun to do. There are times when I am looking forward more to the game than my actual writing, which is okay. It helps me segue easier than the stuff I should be writing.

I will admit that after one playthrough, I began to tweak and modify some of the rules. I also changed the space setting to one of magical plane exploration. Apparently I am not alone in wanting to alter it as there are dozens of variations out there inspired by Alone Among the Stars. Heck, I will probably be adding my own variation to the mix before long.

Is there any better compliment for a creative writing game than inspiring others to make their own? I don’t think so.

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Apr 252019
 

Yesterday, Amazon sent me a form letter telling me that “Fight in the Sex Arena” violated their standards. Since this was my second offense, they deleted my kindle publishing account, erased my ebooks and decided to keep all the royalties owed to me.

They didn’t say what was offensive about my book. Was it heart-racing combat followed by humiliating sex? Was it my frequent abuse of the word, “thrust”? Was it the many, many, MANY scenes where the Cocksquid violates the player? Amazon won’t tell me so I can only assume my erotica was so hot that I killed someone.

This is rather depressing news. My Amazon books earned me on average about $500 a month, which was no small thing. I spent that money on Patreon, comics, cover art, bills and so much porn.

It feels a lot like getting fired, except I am fired from a job I love and plan to keep on doing. I will keep writing and I will find another outlet to sell through, but the emotional impact is still there. It sucks.

I have sent an email to KDP support asking for clarification, but my experience has been that they rarely respond. I will keep you updated on what they say so that other authors can learn.

Thank you for your support and patience as I consider what to do next,