· Henry Bass
OH GOD, SOMEBODY... ANYBODY!
“Niki!” Nyssa exclaimed. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
I was standing outside her door trying to look calm and relaxed. I was even forcing myself to smile, though it had been so long I had almost forgotten how.
“Oh my god, what’s wrong Niki? You look really shook up!”
I guess I did look pretty shitty….
“I… It got me.” I croaked painfully, tears welling up in my eyes. I was still standing outside her doorway - I felt too awkward to walk in. It felt like the rape had taken away everything, even my privilege to be with my friends - the privilege to walk in uninvited.
“It? What do you mea… Oh my god, Niki, you don’t mean…?” It suddenly registered what I meant. The next second Nyssa was pulling me inside, hugging me close, taking care of me. I couldn’t help it - being with a friend made all my tears well up at once - I started crying like a baby. I buried my head in her chest and sobbed - my nose turned into a faucet - her shirt was thoroughly slimed. I cried and cried, pressing my face into her breast. I really came apart.
“It’s ok, Niki… It’s ok. It’s over now….”
She kept repeating the words “it’s OK”, but I knew it wasn’t - I could still hear the screeching and moaning in my mind; I could still feel the tingle of its sperm in my ass.
“It’s OK Niki… Just tell me what happened….”
Of course she wanted to know, but I just couldn’t tell her - I was afraid it might happen to her too, just like it had happened to me. I started to pull away - I wiped my nose across my arm and started sniffling something about “having to go”. I started to back up.
If you ever have seen a Latino like Nyssa get upset you’ll know that there was no chance, I mean NO chance, that she was going to let me drop a bombshell like that on her and back out the door. With an annoyed look she grabbed me by the crook of my elbow and marched me inside, slamming the door closed behind us with her foot. It was clear that I was under her protection now - whether I wanted it or not.
She guided me to her futon - a big, inviting, fluffy thing that must have cost a thousand dollars - and helped me lay down. Once I was comfortable she cranked up the music - always music with Nyssa - and started going about making me a cup of tea.
I watched her as she walked around picking up a mug, opening up a cabinet - the moans and screams in my head started ringing louder - I realized that she was tuning them in as she moved around! I winced in confusion - my heart began to palpitate under my chest as I started to panic. I began to think about rushing out. But even as I eyed the doorway Nyssa turned around and caught the trajectory of my eyes. Her smile froze on her face and she stood there holding the half-full kettle of water.
“No tea…” I croaked, unable to explain any further. Without a second thought she tossed the kettle into the sink where it shattered with a loud crash. The way she was willing to do something so drastic without asking any questions really stunned me.
She walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on my forehead and gently pressing my head back down into the pillow. “Relax, Niki, we have all day. Just tell me what happened.”
Tears began to well up in my eyes once again. “I can’t…” I stammered.
She looked hurt, as if I was withholding the truth from her because I didn’t trust her.
“I can’t because I am afraid it will happen to you…” I added.
“Ok, I understand …but why the tea pot? What’s going on…?”
“There are sounds… I went over to Miko’s place… She taught me to listen… Moving makes the sounds change…. I want them to stop… but they don’t… I can’t make them stop… It’s torture…” I could tell by the way Nyssa’s eyes widened that I was already saying too much. I could tell that if I didn’t clam up now that she was going to pry it all out of me. So I vowed to myself that I would be silent - “Nyssa,” I pleaded, “just let me sleep.”
With great hesitancy she gave in. I felt guilty lying there in her bed - I could see how worried she was by the way she paced back and forth - but she didn’t press the issue. Eventually I fell into a much-needed sleep.
There was a steaming cup of tea waiting for me when I woke up.
“I ordered out.” Nyssa explained, laughing lightly.
Soon I realized it was her mission to make me feel better. Honestly, I have never known a more wonderful human being… Nyssa adamantly refused to let my life come apart. - not even for a moment. She did all kinds of good things for me. Her first mission was to rebuild my shattered self-esteem.
She got me dressed - not just dressed, but dressed to kill. She made me try on all of her clothes - she forced me to look at myself in the mirror. She kept asking me what I thought looked better. She kept commenting how some particular skirt doesn’t show off my legs enough or some top hides my bust too much.
“And honestly, Niki, the way you wear your bras!” She joked, “They flatten your boobs like squished water balloons! I see them trying to peek out from the sides! Let them free sometimes!”
Although she was obviously trying to rebuild my self-image I was surprised to say that it actually started to work - I started out loathing my own reflection in the mirror, but by the end I had to admit that I looked pretty stunning in all her clothes. And the bra thing was true - I always felt a little embarrassed by the size of my chest and I would try to hide them by wearing bras that were too small.
Finally, just as night was beginning to fall, she marched us out of her apartment and straight to the ATM where she withdrew $500.
“We’re spending it ALL tonight.” She blurted with a wicked smile, stuffing the wad of bills into her purse. I knew Nyssa was putting herself through college - working part time in addition to studying - so I knew that she was totally busting her budget. But when I tried to protest her Latino fire flared up again. She turned to me and snapped, “Girl, I tell you we’re spending this tonight, so we are spending this all tonight!”
“Ok….” I said meekly, “But only if I can..”
“But only shit!” She cut me off, “but only that if you don’t shut up I’m going to take out another hundred and make you drink it in tequila shots!”
“Um…Ok.” I said.
“Ok - I’ll drink tequila. I wouldn’t mind a little right about now…”
Two hours later I was so wasted that I could hardly sit on the stool… I don’t remember much about that night except that I started slurring my words around midnight and by two I was telling Nyssa everything that happened to me.
“Soooo then…. The milk was everywhere!… and I was screaming - I came you know. Shit…I came hard…”
The only thing I didn’t tell her about, though, was getting it in the ass. Somehow my pride prevented me from totally spilling the beans on that. That was going to be my secret.
The other big topic of conversation was Miko. Nyssa wanted to go and confront her, perhaps help her, but I was too scared. I wanted to stay as far from her as I could. I could still remember the way she looked at me with her cold eyes back in the factory. The thought sent shivers down my spine. I convinced Nyssa to take care of me for a bit longer before getting Miko involved.
We managed to spend $247.63 that night. Some of it was spent buying drinks for complete strangers.
“We’re spending the rest tomorrow!” Nyssa exclaimed as we stumbled into her apartment. I crashed on her bed and she crawled in next to me. We slept without showering and without drinking enough water - the next morning I had a headache that you can’t even imagine.
We spent the next day much like we spent the previous. Nyssa would not let me out of her sight. She watched me like a hawk - in fact she watched me so closely that I started to feel uneasy. Soon I began to suspect that she was watching me for more than just concern - she was watching me to try and understand - she wanted to know about the sounds…
It came to a head that night. We had gone to a Latin club that Nyssa knew well. Like usual men started hovering around us like flies and asking us to dance, but Nyssa waved them off one after another. She was always watching me, studying me… Eventually I began to encourage her to take at least one dance - besides you can’t imagine how persistent some men can be! Reluctantly she acquiesced - taking a man’s hand she sauntered out onto the dance floor.
As I watched them move together I sensed something wasn’t right. They were moving together awkwardly. Their knees kept bumping and they seemed out of step. At first I just thought the man was a bad dancer, but then, to my horror, I realized that Nyssa was the one that was out of tune. The man was obviously growing annoyed, but Nyssa was oblivious. She was dancing to her own rhythm - It wasn’t until I really watched her that I recognized the tune she was dancing to… the moaning in my head - all those eerie rhythms - Nyssa had them nailed! Every step she took was in time to a feminine grunt - every swish of her hips corresponded to a hiss or an orgasmic screech.
In one motion I gulped down the rest of my tequila shot and stumbled onto the dance floor. I was blind with rage. I grabbed her by her shoulder and spun her around to face me - I immediately recognized the lust in her eyes - I recognized the flush in her cheeks. She had had watched me! She had learned from me! Without thinking I slapped her as hard as I could!
“Nyssa!” I screamed “Don’t! You have no idea! Don’t try to understand! Don’t try to listen! Just forget about it!”
Nyssa seemed dazed. I could tell that nothing I had said had registered yet. I began to shake her by the shoulders - I was making quite a scene, but I didn’t care. “Nyssa! Nyssa!” I screamed, “look at me!”
Nyssa’s eyes finally snapped into focus. “Nyssa, I’ve got to go!” I shouted, “I’ve got to leave you!” Whirling around I stormed out the door. Nyssa immediately ran out after me.
“Ok! Ok! Niki - don’t go! I won’t listen to them anymore - I won’t - I promise!” She was crying, but I kept marching away anyway.
“Niki, we’ve got to face this together - don’t leave me alone….” She whined.
She was right - I was cursing myself for getting her involved, but now that she was I had to make sure she didn’t get in any deeper. I knew that if she were alone she would not be able to resist the thing that got me. I couldn’t stand the thought of that horrible thing getting its hands on her. I couldn’t stand the thought of my beautiful friend violated the way I was. I wished desperately that I could somehow sacrifice myself to save her.
It turned out I got my wish…. An opportunity to sacrifice myself for Nyssa came up the very next day…
We had decided to go to the gym. We figured that a really good, hard workout would be a perfect release for all the tension that had built up between my rape and Nyssa’s debacle on the dance floor. Also, secretly, I had hopes of becoming so buff and muscular that I could start to fight back. I imagined myself ripped with sinewy muscle - I would be so strong that I would be able to smash my invisible tormentor right in its face! I even went at the boxing bag, trying a few kickboxing moves an old boyfriend had taught me. Nyssa watched me and laughed - prudently she decided that the standard exercise bike was a safer bet.
After a half an hour of beating up the sandbag my knuckles were raw and I was totally exhausted. Nyssa was still pumping along on her exercise bike so I decided to go into the showers. “I’ll be there in a minute” she chimed as she watched me walk into the locker room.
I got undressed in front of my locker - jamming all my stuff into the small cubbyhole and wrapping myself in a small blue towel. I eyed the showers, but decided instead on a quick trip to the sauna. My aching muscles would appreciate the hot steam…
When I opened the door to the sauna I remember being surprised at the quantity of dense, billowing steam that flooded out in a cloud and spilled around my feet. Walking inside was like walking into a heat wave.
The steam was back-lit with a strange orange glow. Glancing around I found the source - for some reason the heating element had gone completely out of whack and had turned the little volcanic stones on top red-hot. They were so hot that they were glowing like coals. There was also a loud his, like from an angry snake, where a steady jet of water contacted the burning rocks. Columns of steam were erupting upwards from the rocks like from a geyser and were swirling up against the low ceiling. Peering through the steam air had a sereal quality like being inside a cloud.
Then something else caught my eye. Just through the eerie orange clouds of steam I could make out the outline of something… It was hard to see, but it looked like something was just across the room from me… Suddenly chills went through my spine - something was in there with me!
“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called out tentatively as I began to slowly back out of the room.
Then a loud hiss - different from the hiss of steam - colder, more reptilian.
I opened my mouth to scream but in that moment it caught me around the throat. My scream died in a choked gurgle. A thick callused and clawed hand wrapped around my neck and clamped down - the hand was hideously cold…. It squeezed just tight enough to cut off my breath.
I was terrified. Instinctively I tried to pry it off. I struggled with both hands, but it was no use - all I could do was gurgle and gasp for breath as it slowly lifted me. My feet began to kick spasmodically as my toes left the ground. In a moment I was dangling in the air - kicking and struggling wildly and getting dizzy from lack of oxygen.
Suddenly it spun me around and slammed me roughly against the door. The side of my face flattened against the steam-fogged window. The creature held me by the back of the neck, mashing my face and right eye into the hot windowpane. I gasped for breath as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me. It took me a moment to register what I was seeing, but when I did, I realized that Nyssa was walking into the locker room and heading for the showers. The thought registered like a thunderbolt - Nyssa, my friend, was walking innocently into the locker rooms! I pawed at the wet glass for a moment, a sudden panic sending tears spilling from my eyes as I watched her through the barrier of glass. I was trapped in the sauna with my mysterious rapist and Nyssa was just over by the showers.
The creature spun me back around to face it.
All I could see was steam billowing around me in smoky swirls and columns. I couldn’t even see the appendage that held my neck, but I knew that the creature was somewhere in front of me. Abruptly it let me go. My legs wobbled like rubber bands as I tried to steady myself. I could sense that it was slowly drawing away, backing deeper into the room and leaving me standing alone just inside the doorway. The only sound I could hear was the steady rush of steam hissing angrily through the overworked pipes.
You would think that I would have run, but I didn’t - showing me Nyssa was obviously a warning. I had a choice: I could either walk out of the sauna, getting Nyssa involved, or I could stay inside… with it.
I would like to say that the decision was easy for me - that I walked boldly forward to meet my fate and to save my friend, but neither did I walk forward boldly nor did I make a bold decision. Instead I stood in the scolding heat until little rivulets of sweat were pouring freely from my body and my skin was growing puffy and slick.
In the end, though, I did move forward, clutching my blue towel to my body and peering nervously into the orange/white wall of steam that held my fate. A roar of spectral moans and screams welcomed me and urged me closer. The loathsome sounds had resumed their incessant howling in my mind.
As I inched forward I felt tendrils of unworldly energy begin to coil around me. They were everywhere at once - undulating rhythmically through the walls of steam like innumerable reptilian tongues. As they grew out of the steam they began flicking at my skin and slithering across my body. They were so cold that steam seemed to freeze along their lengths - the suspended droplets of water solidifying momentarily into ice as the spectral tendril passed across. Sweat began to freeze in tiny stripes of scalding ice against my body where they brushed against my skin, only to melt moments later as fresh heat from the sauna washed over me. It was like sinking into slithering quicksand. I began to shiver even in the heat of the sauna.
Blood began to flood my brain as their ephemeral caresses engulfed me. It was so hard to think - so hard to move. A thicker tendril began to coil up my leg - even as it slithered around my knee and snaked upwards I couldn’t help but feel that it was not entirely real - that it was wavering in and out of existence. The strength of its “realness” was somehow tied to how strongly I concentrated on it.
The tendril continued to snake around my thigh, dipping beneath my short blue towel and disappearing under its folds. With a shiver I felt it quickly slither up my inner thigh and snake between the globes of my ass. It continued upwards, looping over the small of my back and wrapping around my abdomen before slowly fading out of existence. Even as the first tendril dissipated my concentration was distracted by a second that snaked between the fingers of my right hand. It began to coil and loop around my right arm where I had it outstretched into the steam in front of me.
I gasped in mixture of shock and sickly pleasure as the wet tendril slithered through the web of skin between my fingers and traced a squiggly path of icy sweat up my arm to the inside of my elbow. Instinctively I tried to pull my arm away, but the ghostly tendril resisted slightly before evaporating. It felt like I was pulling against taffy.
More tendrils descend upon me - one began to wrap around my right ankle, slithering first between my toes and then looping around my Achilles tendon. Another seemed to descend from behind me, distracting my attention. It coiled around my neck like a noose before slithering up under my damp hair and around the back of my left ear. I choked briefly as it tightened around my neck and then squirmed violently as it tickled the inside of my ear. Thankfully it faded out of existence almost as soon as it had appeared.
My emotions were in turmoil - longer, more complex emotions like love or hope or well-being had no place in my mind - there was time only for primal emotions - for fear. More and more tendrils began to lap across my arms and legs and to flicker across the damp cloth of my towel. I clutched it closer to my chest - thanking god that I brought it with me. Otherwise all those tendrils would have been playing across my naked skin! I couldn’t even imagine the thought.
I stopped moving forward. I was too scared. My willpower had evaporated - I could neither face the thing in front of me, nor did I have the strength left to turn around. I felt like I was drowning in the ocean after swimming too far out. Hopelessly I stood still, swaying in the heat, lost in indecision and warring emotions. I wished it were all over. I wanted to die.
Two tendrils attacked both my legs at once - one wrapping around each calf and coiling loosely around and around my skin, slithering upwards. I gasped as I felt their ghastly touch against the underside of both my knees. They slid up over my lower thighs and began to tighten - pulling me downwards. With a languished cry I began to slowly sink to my knees in the middle of the sauna.
There was an otherworldly hiss of appreciation as my knees finally touched the wooden floor. I was kneeling in the billowing steam! I was on my knees in the very center of the sauna! A clawed hand reached out from nowhere and curled around the back of my neck just under my hairline, pulling me forward slightly. Another clawed hand descended down onto my face. Its callused touch was cold and evil. It began to trace a sharp claw along my jaw, tilting my head upwards. One clawed hand held me firmly, tilting my face upwards while the other lightly traced the features of my face with a bony claw. I felt it trace over each of my eyebrows, and across the curves of my cheeks and along the bridge of my nose. It was stroking me like a pet.
Tears began to bubble from my eyes. I couldn’t see anything, but it felt like its face must have been right in front of mine. I even thought I felt its horrid breath against my skin, but of course it could have just been the steam. A chill of terror passed through me, shaking me to the bone. I began to babble incoherently as I pleaded for it to let me go.
“Please… Please, let me go…” I cried, but there was only cold silence.
I was miserable. My strength drained away as my hope died. I felt like a deflating balloon. The only thing holding me up from totally collapsing on the floor was its grip on my chin. I had never felt so powerless.
The heat was stifling. The hot air burned my nostrils as I breathed in. My teeth ached… The back of my throat was getting puffy in the heat. I was swaying in exhaustion - splotches of red began to swim through my vision as I struggled to stay conscious. I needed to get out of the heat.
Then something different began tracing a path across my face - something thicker and softer - and cold! Refreshingly cold! It felt like the head of a thick shaft. It slid up across my left eyelid nuzzling against my eye before descending down the left side of my nose. It began to circle my lips. Its contact against my skin sent shivers of revulsion through my spine, but the coolness was just what my body most desired.
I felt it slowly circle my lips - touching them ever so slightly - teasing me. Of course I knew what it was and what I was supposed to do. Fighting down my revulsion I thought of Nyssa and how much I wanted to save her. I decided that I would give it what it wanted - no matter how terrible. I was just about to open my mouth to let it in when it began to fade out of existence. It disappeared just as all the other tendrils had. I couldn’t understand what happened. I really didn’t know whether I was happy or disappointed - my mind was that addled.
Moments later it appeared again, this time by right ear. Again, slowly, it began to touch my skin, sliding lengthwise along my face, tracing a path towards my mouth. Again I was just about to open my mouth to accept it, crooking my neck slightly to meet it, when it disappeared. I moaned in confusion - nearly collapsing in the heat. I needed the coolness it offered.
It appeared again by my forehead and circled around my face, sliding sideways across my lips, parting them. It stopped just at the entrance to my mouth - hovering at my open lips - all it had to do was push forward and it would be inside, but it held still - the tip just making contact with my bottom lip.
I was swaying in the heat. I was confused and afraid - all my concentration seemed to be focused on those few millimeters of contact in the front of my lips. I couldn’t imagine what it was waiting for. I knew there wasn’t much time left before Nyssa came in looking for me. I needed to hurry!! I couldn’t understand what it was waiting for. It could have easily taken me if it wanted to - my resistance was gone - but it was toying with me!
Feathery tendrils descended once again upon my body. Their delicate touch, seemingly everywhere at once, was enough to make up my mind. I surged forward, opening my mouth and engulfing its length as far as I could.
It dissipated away even as I moved forward to take it in. I cried in shame and frustration, craning my neck further forward, searching for it with an open mouth…
At first I couldn’t understand what I was supposed to do. But slowly as the tendrils blipped in and out of existence all around me I remembered the trick that I had learned in the subway so many ages ago - the trick of letting go of my concentration, of acting without forethought.
With great effort I tried to blank out my mind - to let go of my tumultuous emotions. I tried to stop concentrating on the tendrils of icy steam - on everything. I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily as I steadied myself. I let my lips part slightly - beads of sweat that had collected on my lips dissolved into my mouth with a salty shock. I began to concentrate solely on the rhythm of the alien moans and screams that were wailing incessantly in my mind. Slowly I leaned forward, opening my mouth further - searching.
I felt the thick shaft on my lips… I let it slide past and into my willing mouth…
It was cool - perfectly cool. The heat all around me made we want it more. I didn’t know what my real motivations were anymore- whether to save Nyssa or just to give myself respite from the heat - it was the only cool thing in the room. I closed my mouth around it and lavished in the sensation.
I began to move slowly - with my eyes closed I could rely only on my sense of touch. I struggled to stay calm. The more I blocked out my fear the more real the presence became. I felt its ephemeral bulk harden and become more dense. I moved forward until it couldn’t go any further - until I felt it pressing against the back of my throat. To take in its girth I had to open my mouth wide.
I let my eyes flutter open for a second in order to see the thing that I was pleasuring - but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing but steam! Suddenly I panicked, briefly loosing concentration - the presence in my mouth almost disappeared entirely. Lurching with fear at its absence, I snapped my eyes closed again - I realized that my body needed it.
Slowly I resumed what I was doing - moving back and forth steadily - trying to force the girth in my mouth deeper each time. The better I got, the more real it seemed to become.
Soon the tendrils were on me again, but this time they were not so quick to disappear. They seemed to be getting more real as well. I was getting better at the trick of letting go… The tendrils were everywhere - swarming all over my calves and arms - snaking over my skin - running over my soaking wet towel.
I acted on instinct. I pulled my mouth all the way off - trying not to let myself become distracted by the tendrils. I let the shaft touch my lips only at its tip - then I reached forward tentatively with my tongue, flicking upwards before plunging the shaft back into my mouth.
More tendrils - a thick one - coiled around my legs.
I continued licking with my tongue and plunging forward alternately. I was giving it the best head I have ever given anyone - anything. I reached up with one hand, tentatively searching with my fingertips - enclosing its girth delicately in my fingers. The other held on to my towel, albeit more loosely.
More tendrils - some tugging at the hem of my towel, trying to get underneath.
My fingers splayed and started to search back along the shaft to find its base. It was incredibly long - my arm was almost totally stretched out before I found the ribs of its abs - inhumanly hard and rippled. Searching blindly I reached downwards for the sack of its balls.
More tendrils tugging at my short blue towel - some snaking underneath and playing over the curves of my ass. A long tendril slithered around my shoulders and plunged towards my ear. Suddenly I felt a white jolt of energy as its ghostly bulk slithered through my ear and into my brain - only to slither out the other side. My body convulsed at its passing as if shocked by electricity. I didn’t even begin to understand what had just happened. The grip on my towel loosened as my mind fogged - the flimsy material slipped through my fingers and fell by legs. It didn’t matter anymore - I was too far gone to care. All I could feel were innumerable tendrils descending onto my body all at once- onto my back - onto my stomach - over my breasts - over my ass... onto my pussy…
I lurched forward as my skin erupted with sensation, impaling the member deeper into my throat. Gagging, I tried to pull back to a more comfortable depth, but the tendrils made it hard to control my actions - I began to squirm in panic. I was quickly loosing control. The tendrils were driving me crazy and the more I squirmed the deeper the phallus inched into my mouth until I was almost suffocating.
The sauna was dripping with heat - sweat was literally pouring off me. It was like being lost in a churning ocean bubbling with icy fingers. Tendrils of force licked me everywhere, each stroke a fleeting relief from the heat. Each stroke sending an icy shiver through my skin.
My emotions were on a rocket ship - I wanted to scream in mindless frenzy. My rational mind was fighting for control - I was on my knees in a sauna! I was giving head to a nameless, invisible creature! What’s more - unbelievably - I was getting excited. There was no doubt - my fear was quickly being subverted into lust.
I had to act! I had long since stopped thinking about my actions…. So, wildly, without thinking, I plunged my free hand between my legs - pushing past a mass of tendrils that were already licking me there. I didn’t care about shame - I didn’t care about consequences. I knew only lust.
My wrist crushed my pubic hair against my skin as I quested between the folds of my labia. I lurched with a jolt of pleasure as my fingers found the button I was seeking - the knob was already engorged with blood, jutting downwards obscenely. Without a pause I started masturbating myself with my whole hand. The tendrils that I had pushed out of the way soon descended back onto my hand, tickling it and slipping between my fingers wherever they could.
I was going crazy. I was sliding my other hand back and forth along the creature’s swollen penis, feeding it into my open mouth. I could tell by the roar of moans in my mind that it was close to cumming.
But I was close too. I was so, so close. As I lost myself in my actions I began to moan into the pole in my mouth. My hand moved in a flurry between my legs, yanking up and down with my whole palm. My mind was swimming in circles.
I began to rock my ass backwards and forwards, spreading my legs wider and grinding my clit into my hand. I mewed as I arched my back, curling my neck into my shoulder blades and opening my throat fully.
Suddenly I felt the entire shaft begin to pulsate in my hand and mouth. My body seized. I couldn’t wait another second. I screamed in release as I buried it deeper into my throat, craning for a better angle. I began cumming madly.
A millisecond later I felt icy fluid spray into my throat. The sperm blasted into my mouth in huge spurts, one spurt falling right behind the other. The pressure was incredible. Sperm was literally forcing itself inside me. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I began to choke. My orgasm died as I struggled to breathe. Instinctively I clutched the shaft with both hands, squeezing as hard as I could to try to stop the flow.
Struggling, I managed to back my mouth off. I was squeezing the shaft with both hands - holding on for dear life. I really didn’t know what to do. The moans and screams in my mind were in frenzy. The tendrils of steam were whipping all over my body - obviously the thing was as worked up as I was - I had cut off its orgasm halfway! I felt like I was holding back a wild beast. The screams in my mind were insane. Something was bound to happen.
Suddenly I felt a thick, claw-tipped finger slide firmly into my pussy. In one continuous motion it impaled me almost to the second digit of its thick finger - thick as a normal man’s penis. I lurched uncontrollably at this new intrusion - I could feel my pussy clamping down on it rhythmically in response. I wanted to finish cumming as much as it did, but I was scared - I could still feel the ominous pulsing of shaft between my hands.
The thick finger inside my body curled forward, drawing my hips forward with it, straightening my back and causing my pelvis to rock forward. Its knobby thumb found my clit and pressed down firmly, covering it. My eyes fluttered closed - my pussy spasmed lightly.
It began to masturbate me - grinding its thumb against me, mashing the knob this way and that. I winced as jolts of sensation seized through my body. I had never been touched so roughly.
The pulsing of its shaft began to die down. Slowly I loosened my grip. Bringing my eyes into focus in front of me. I stared, startled, as a drop of phosphorescent liquid formed in mid-air.
My concentration was distracted once again as the finger between my legs thrust deeper inside, eliciting a stifled moan. I could hardly keep my eyes from fluttering closed as it roughly masturbated me. Jolts of pleasure rushed through my body.
Slowly I realized that I didn’t care anymore. That moment was the single most erotic moment in my life.
Through half-closed eyes I began to stroke the shaft in front of my face, watching the drop of bright liquid grow as I coaxed my fingers along its length with both hands. In response it began to masturbate me faster.
My nostrils flared in the steam. I was going to cum. It was going to bring me off hard. I started jerking my hands faster and faster along its length - pointing it right at my face.
Its thumb mashed my clit in tight circles - twisting and crushing - racking my body with shocks of pain and pleasure. It was too rough, but I didn’t care. I started to circle my pelvis against it in tortured orbits.
Without thinking I bent forward and closed my mouth over the brilliant white drop of liquid. Icy sperm mingled with my steamy breath. I drew back, mesmerized as another drop formed. Leaning forward again I took that drop into my mouth too.
The thumb circling my clit suddenly found just the right angle. I lurched as it pressed against me harder. My pussy started clamping down rhythmically. I was going to cum in seconds. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, pointing the shaft right at my tongue. I started fluttering my hand along its length as fast as I could. The shaft between my hands began to quiver ominously.
Suddenly one of the innumerable tendrils wiggled into my open mouth and started to tug at my tongue, drawing it out lewdly. It was too much for me. Shame threw me right over the edge - my pussy seized tightly around its clawed finger as I started to cum violently. I thrashed about on my knees, mindlessly forcing my weight back against it and impaling my body further.
My mind went blank as I moaned in ecstasy. In an act of pure lust I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and waited. With eyes clenched shut, I strained to receive the inevitable rush of sperm.
With a colossal roar it happened. In great spurts it emptied itself all over its willing servant - against my tongue - against my face - into my mouth. We were cumming at the same time. I writhed uncontrollably as my orgasm pummeled me - twisting and screaming with my mouth open as jets of sperm splashed against me. In the end, too weak to cum any longer, I simply closed my mouth around its pulsing member and started to swallow steadily.
That’s when Nyssa found me - kneeling in the middle of the sauna, both hands cupped around my mouth, face covered in phosphorescent sperm and swallowing heavily.
Eventually she managed to pull me away. I think I even struggled with her in my confusion. I wasn’t done - I hadn’t swallowed it all yet. But the creature - whatever it was - kept its side of the bargain. It faded out of existence. The only trace remaining was the milky liquid clinging to my sweat-streaked face.
I’m going to spare you the details of the frantic events that followed, save to say that Nyssa was heroic in her determination to save me. I, on the other hand, couldn’t have cared less. I don’t think I even cried. I had already given up hope - I knew that I was the creature’s slut, plain and simple. I knew it deep down - even if Nyssa didn’t.
When she insisted that we go see Miko to “get to the bottom of it”, I didn’t argue. I knew it was only a matter of time until it came back for me - Miko or no Miko. I even began smiling - I had saved Nyssa! I had given the best head of my life and I had saved my closest friend! I also noted, with some satisfaction, that the sperm that I had swallowed had not evaporated like it had in my past encounters with the creature. Either it was getting stronger or I was getting better at drawing it out.
*** Miko’s place
We were on our way to Miko’s apartment. Neither of us had been there for over a month - that was how far our friendship had deteriorated. Nyssa was stern and purposeful and she walked with long, brisk strides - I had to struggle to keep up. She looked like she was a mother on her way to reprimand an errant child.
I was tired. I had been through a lot in the past week - I had been pumped full of alien sperm on two occasions and I had been violated in two passages of my body. I was exhausted. I didn’t have the energy left to run alongside Nyssa while she was on a holy crusade.
I stopped to catch my breath. Nyssa stood beside me, waiting impatiently - it was already the third time I had stopped in the last ten minutes.
“Can we just go later...” I whined, much preferring a warm bed to an ugly confrontation.
“Niki, We have to do this now,” Nyssa answered tensely. “We don’t know when the creature might come back or what it may do next time. Somehow I know Miko is involved in this - she was the first victim, but from what you have said, I think she has become something more. We’ve got to go and talk to her - either to help her or to confront her. It is the only way.”
“I understand that… But something else is bothering me - you haven’t once mentioned Sally or Kate during the last few days… and when I brought them up you seemed nervous and changed the topic. What is going on? Has something happened to them?”
Nyssa paled visibly. “Let’s just go,” She answered stiffly.
“Wait. Answer me first. Why won’t you talk about them?”
Nyssa took a deep breath and sighed. “I didn’t want to worry you - especially after what you told me had happened to you. You see, I don’t know where they are… I went over to their place, but they are not there. I have been calling all around for days, but nobody knows where they are. Yesterday, while you were sleeping, I even filed a missing persons report - It has been five days since anyone has seen them.”
I was stunned. “Oh my God…” I stammered, unable to say anything more articulate.
“Now do you see why I am so eager to get to Miko’s place. Maybe she knows something - or maybe she is in trouble. We’ve got to find out.”
“OK,” I said, mentally preparing myself, “Let’s go.”
We rounded the corner to Miko’s apartment and saw the familiar doorway that led into her building. I gulped back my inexplicable dread - the hair on my arms stood up in goosebumps. Somehow I could feel that we were walking into danger.
“Nyssa…,” I said softly, “Maybe we should just call the police.”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” she said, “ I called them days ago - and they checked it out. They said that Miko is a very nice girl and nothing is out of the ordinary. We’ve got to go and find out for ourselves.”
“Ok…,” I stammered, “but I feel weird.”
I didn’t want to tell Nyssa, but I could hear the alien sounds in my head beginning to tune in. For a brief moment I even thought I saw an image snap into my mind. It was becoming difficult to breathe.
“Let’s go” Nyssa whispered as she bound up the three steps that led up to the door to the building.
The haunting screeches and screams only grew louder in my mind as we walked inside. My eyes began watering. Through teary eyes I could see Nyssa walking up the stairs in front of me, but her image began to waver. Suddenly an image of a woman flashed in my mind, accompanied by a loud feminine moan.
I lurched sideways, grabbing the handrail for support. The image had appeared out of thin air like a vivid memory - but it was gone just as fast. I had seen a naked woman’s back. She was curled in a ball - the tiny bumps of her spine jutting out slightly under her pale white skin.
Shaking my head clear I slowly continued up the stairs - Nyssa had already rounded the first flight and was climbing up the next.
I struggled halfway up the first flight before another image flash hit me, along with an accompanying moan that reverberated in my skull.
It was the same woman’s back - I was closer to it. I saw human hands reaching towards the naked woman.
I heard Nyssa knocking at Miko’s door. I stumbled up the stairs more quickly, struggling to clear my mind. I rounded the first flight and started up the next. I saw Nyssa opening Miko’s door.
Another image slipped through my mind. A pair of hands was closing around the naked woman’s neck, tightening, strangling her from behind…
I stumbled up the steps, desperately struggling to gain the second landing. I twisted my ankle painfully as my feet slipped. I landed on my hands and knees on the stairway, bruising my shin against the hard corners of the steps. Still I struggled up the last few stairs, crawling on all fours.
My mind was swimming in dizzying circles. I crawled halfway to my feet, using Miko’s doorframe for support. Inside I could see Nyssa talking to Miko. Miko was lounging on an easy chair. She was wearing nothing but a long T-shirt that came down over her waist, but the way she had her leg draped over the arm of the seat exposed her pussy openly. I tried not to look at the dark shock of hair that peeped from between her legs.
I could hear Nyssa, “Miko, what the hell are you doing… What is all this stuff? Why is it so cold in here?”
Mouth gaping, eyes rolling towards the back of my head, I stumbled inside.