Here is a preview of my new interactive erotica book, Assimilated by the Sex Drones, available for purchase on Amazon.
Reborn in Pleasure
A skilled mouth kisses you deeply. Gentle hands cup your ass. One of your nipples is lovingly sucked while the other nipple is adoringly licked. A thick cock slides in and out of your soaking wet sex. A thousand kisses rain upon your body. A hundred mouths bite in all the right places.
It feels wonderful. You wish that you could see where you are but something covers your eyes. When you try to touch your face, the cock inside you pumps faster and your hands clench in pleasure.
Are you standing up or lying down? You are not sure. It feels like you are floating. Are you in a zero-gravity environment? Maybe, except you don’t feel the nausea that you normally do with anti-gravity excursions.
The thought of gravity stirs a swirl of memories. You remember training at the Coalition Academy. Images of living on a space station flash and fade away. You earned the rank of Lieutenant. Memories of performing countless repairs form and fall apart. The name of your assigned star base was Watch-Station 31.
What was your name? You can almost remember it.
The cock inside you thickens. You gasp as it expands inside you. A tongue licks your asshole, almost but not quite entering your tight ring of muscle. Mouths clamp down on your nipples and pull. Fingernails brush the inside of your thigh.
Countless sensual distractions play across your body. You force yourself to keep thinking. Where are you? What has happened? Who are you?
Vivid memories spring forth. There was a Class 3 Alert. That meant an unknown craft had come out of the stellar void that Watch-Station 31 kept a constant monitor on. You remember the station shaking around you. Damage reports on all levels.
The Intruder Alert sounded. Figures in orange moved in the corridors. Humanoids covered in some sort of shiny orange material. The material was skintight and you recall seeing an erect phallus covered in orange. You shot one, and the orange skin rippled like it was liquid.
There was a flash of pink and you remember coming. You climaxed so hard that you dropped your laser. The crotch of your uniform was soaked with your sudden dampness.
The memory is so vivid that you come again just thinking about it. Your body clenches and the hands, mouths, cocks and tongues touching you pause for a moment. The orgasm flows through you and you luxuriate in the euphoria.
The pleasure fades and the cock resumes fucking you. The mouths release your nipples and now hands play with your sensitive buds. The tongue at your asshole is replaced with a slender cock teasing your narrow entrance. Hands massage your back while fingertips glide softly over your lips.
You moan. Other voices join yours. A dozen voices; male, female and other cry out their pleasure. The voices multiply until you can no longer keep count. Mixed with the voices are other sounds. You hear the impact of hips on asses as they fuck. There is the sucking sound of a hungry mouth. Layered with screams of bliss are the sounds of wet orifices being entered again and again.
What was that? It was a voice in the darkness, louder and stronger than all of the other sounds but different. You felt that voice. It came not from your ears, but from your mind.
It is tempting to just drift and feel the attention being given to your body but something nags at you. Part of you wants to know where you are and how you got here. That is important, though you cannot articulate why.
You turn your mind inwards. The sensations you experience intensify. A high aptitude for psychic resistance that you don’t even remember having pushes through the sexual stimuli and unlocks a memory that had been suppressed.
Green people had picked you up. Their hands felt like rubber. They carried you aboard their ship. Dark corridors and strange machines moved past you. Other beings, covered in black, red and gold went about mysterious tasks.
Eventually, you were brought before a vast pool of black liquid. The green people stripped you with tender care. When you were naked, they dropped you into the pool.
Black liquid wiggled against your skin like it was alive. You screamed. The liquid moved and crawled up your body. You screamed louder until the liquid covered your mouth. From there, the liquid covered your nose, your eyes and your ears before pulling you into the floating darkness.
Panic rises within you. Are you still in the pool? You must be.
The moans grow louder. The cock teasing your ass pushes inward. You feel it sink into your ass while the cock at your pussy thrusts harder. The skilled fingers roll your nipples while a mouth kisses that special spot on your neck that only your lovers know about.
You come. You come again. And again. And again. Pleasure fills your every being. Time slips away from you.
Eventually, after too many orgasms to count, you hear the strange voice in your mind again.
The sensations fade away. You feel yourself rise. Strong hands grip your shoulders. You are pulled up and out and set on solid ground. On your knees, you try to look around but something keeps your eyes closed.
Something drags across your eyes and dim light peeks in. A thin substance, black and shiny covers your hands. Strange, it doesn’t block the sensitivity of your touch at all. It is like a second skin. You touch your face and realize the same material covers your face and head. Wait, the shiny black material covers your entire body. You touch your chest, your crotch and your legs but the thin black covering is everywhere.
You pinch a piece of the material on your arm and pull. It hardens under your grip. You release the material and it turns soft. Curious. It is alive, or maybe some sort of adaptive smart fabric made of networking fibers. The fact that it covers your body is worrisome. What is it?
There is that voice again. It responded to your thoughts and answered your question. What did it mean by collar? Is this ‘membrane’ some kind of restraining device?
Green figures move around you. Other than the color, they wear the same material about their bodies. Muscles bulge on their bodies. Some have equally large cocks while others sport enormous breasts. A few have both. Their membranes shimmer and shift on their bodes as they move.
Someone touches your shoulder. It is another humanoid, covered in his black membrane. It is a man and his blue eyes look familiar. Do you know him? Maybe. He looks at you with a dazed expression but say nothing.
Behind the man are other beings covered in black membranes. There are eleven of them. All of them seem to be in a stupor. They touch their bodies in wonder and sometimes touch the bodies of others.
You stare at the group and realize you can still hear the moaning sounds from before. The orgy continues in your ears. Is it being transmitted through the membranes?
“Welcome/Insertion/Submit,” a voice says in your head. “Pleasure Yourself/Submissively Masturbate/Initialize Protocols.”
The man kneeling beside you starts to stroke his hard cock. Behind him, the others touch their sexes as well. The membranes parts around their mouth and they moan. As they manipulate themselves, sparkles appear on the black pseudo-skin. The sparkles explode like small novas.
The voice in your head wants you to masturbate. The membrane around your mouth parts so you can moan. Your body is sensitive. It is tempting to touch yourself but what little you remember of being a Coalition Officer urges you to resist.
Will you touch yourself as the voice demands?
No, I will resist deny their commands!
Yes, I am eager to continue my pleasure!