Elise Olisbos (c) 2013 | email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend. Don't post this anywhere else or for profit. Feedback is more than welcome. Check the codes for story content. ------------------------------ Title: Binate Undercover (Chapter 6) Author: Elise Olisbos Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirl, teen, fantasy/sci-fi Summary: In a world where magic has returned, a cop goes undercover to investigate mysterious kidnappings. **Chapter 6 - Divine Consort Helaine** Helaine didn't black out completely, grasping onto her senses with a grimly tenuous hold. She could hear Selene's groans, and Dectus' encouraging murmurs. Someone slid their hands beneath her legs and behind her back, lifting her up off the ground. She couldn't drag up any effort to fight, and let her head loll against a cloth-covered chest. In a few moments, she heard a quiet hiss, and was placed on a soft, uneven surface. "I know you're awake, Helaine," an amused voice said. "No need to pretend. And such a pretty name." Helaine opened her eyes, and looked up in Loxosceles' bone-white face. The hood was gone, and so were her long, formless robes. They were lying on a pile of blankets in a pod, which seemed far bigger on the inside. Loxosceles had an impressively large pair of tits, long limbs...at least, she had long arms. From the waist down, she had the body of an enormous spider, hairy legs moving with a soft shusshing sound. Loxosceles glanced down herself, tracking Helaine's shocked gaze. "Ah. I've forgotten how unsettling that seems to you. Allow me to fix that." Her form shimmered, as if Helaine was looking through a curtain of heat, and the spider-shape was replaced by two strong legs. A long, thick cock lay flaccid against one thigh, and Helaine stared at it. Despite herself, she could feel her pussy getting damp; an image flashed in her minds'-eye, of that big pole sliding up into her clenching, wet softness. "Better?" Helaine looked up into Loxosceles' face, and gasped as Loxosceles pinched her left nipple through the material of her dress, hard. Helaine's cock hardened at that sensation, and her cunt dripped even more. "I am the High Queen." Loxosceles' eyes glittered at her, white-within-black. "You may call me Loxo." "Loxo," Helaine murmured, and swallowed as Loxo stroked her nipples in a rather possessive manner. "And the others?" "My sisters?" One of Loxo's thin eyebrows arched mockingly. "I have six. Here, their names are Latrodectus, Atracinae, Missulena, Phoneutria, Sicarius and Hadronyche. All Queens in their own right, and now with their divine consorts. I am the last to receive my own consort, and now I am content." She stroked Helaine's stomach. "Now I have you." "Why? Why me?" Helaine went up on her elbows as best as she could, and tried to glare. Loxo sent back an indulgent expression. "I am not from this world," Loxo said, trailing her fingers up and down Helaine's belly, her touch cold. "Or rather, I am not from this version of your planet." Helaine frowned. "...what?" Loxo hummed. "On my world, there was a war. We had many other sisters…other Queens, and they were also our enemies." Her eyes closed for a long beat, before opening them once more. "Among their many victims were our consorts. Murdered, in cold blood. All of them." She pinched Helaine's nipple once more, in an absently vicious manner, and Helaine felt her cock getting even plumper. "After they were defeated and executed, we set our mages to finding new consorts. This world had beings with the right magic and the bodies that can handle our offspring. Did you know," she said with a slight laugh, "that there is a version of our world that has no magic at all? So very odd." She didn't seem to expect an answer, and Helaine kept quiet. Loxo said, "But the consorts must be of a certain age, when their magic is most potent. You are different." She stared at Helaine's face. "A localised time-distortion?" She chuckled again; Helaine supposed that the surprise had shown on her face. "My mages puzzled over that for a few hours, I must admit. But it will not affect your ability to carry my children." "I won't," Helaine snapped, and prepared for a struggle. "I won't." She tried to lurch up, but Loxo moved almost too quickly for the eye to follow, and pinned her wrists up over her head. She straddled Helaine, easily ignoring her furious writhing. With one hand, she kept Helaine's wrists in one place, and flexed the fingers of the other; the nails of that hand extended into claws, and Loxo used those to casually slice Helaine's dress from neckline to hem. She barely scraped skin, but Helaine arched up at the sharp sensation of the thin, smarting lines. "You like that," Loxo observed, her lips curling in triumph. "Let me do a bit more for you." She slid down, her breath falling on Helaine's now erect prick. Even as she moved, her hand remained manacled around Helaine's wrists. Her arms stretched, but Helaine didn't notice that, not with her tongue tracing a hot stripe along the length of Helaine's cock. "Fuck," Helaine moaned, moving her hips to get more of her dick into Loxo's mouth, and groaned as Loxo's mouth closed over her throbbing pole immediately. I need to get out of here, get the other girls out of here, she thought, but it was a distant notion, as if pondered in another dimension. Loxo released her mouthful of cock, and slid down even more, her big breasts brushing against Helaine's thighs, nipples stiff. Helaine arched up as Loxo's wet tongue swiped at the sopping seam of her pussy. That tongue burrowed inside her, impossible long and stiff, jabbing into the folds her cunt and tasting her dripping juices. Helaine moaned and thrashed, but Loxo's fingers were unyielding against her wrists. Loxo reared up, and Helaine whimpered at the loss of the probing muscle pressed inside her, making her cunt gape and ache to be filled again. With her free hand, Loxo gathered some of the copious moisture from Helaine's puffy cunt-lips: a sloppy mixture of Helaine's juices and Loxo's slick saliva. She smeared it all over her thick erection, smiling down at her captive. Loxo's cock was bigger and thicker than Helaine's; she could feel her pussy clenching in wanton eagerness, craving to be filled by that hard pole. In contrast to Loxo's chalk-white skin, her thick prick was a throbbing red, veins mapped along the shaft. It curved upwards, dribbling from the slit. "I will fill you, 'till you are near to bursting," Loxo crooned, and Helaine tried to shake her head, but the movement was weak. Her own cock was lying almost flat against her heaving stomach, dripping. She couldn't see when Loxo rubbed the big head of her cock up and down Helaine's wet cleft, but the sensation was maddening, and she bucked her hips up, trying to get more of it inside. Loxo obliged her with one sharp thrust; Helaine screamed, barely aware that she was thrashing, coming wildly. Her cock spurted streams of ropy come onto her stomach and tits. "Oh god," she sobbed, barely able to catch her breath. "Oh god, oh fuck." Loxo's cock bulged inside, pulsing hot as the rest of her was cold. Helaine barely came down from the frenzy of her orgasm when Loxo rocked back slowly and thrust in again, to the hilt. Helaine howled. "So tight," Loxo murmured, her thrusts deep and hard and without mercy. "You'll have my come dripping out of you all night. Do you love feeling me, my sweet?" Helaine tossed her head from side to side, unable to think past Loxo's huge pole filling her over and over again. Loxo's lips closed over one nipple, biting savagely. Helaine bucked. "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes, I love it!" "Good." "Let me go," Helaine begged as Loxo gnawed at her other nipple. "Let go my hands, let me touch you." Loxo did as she asked, and Helaine cupped her face with trembling hands. She wasn't thinking, simply swept along by the inflamed rhythm of their fucking. She pulled Loxo's face close to hers, kissing her lips messily. Loxo's lips parted, tongues sliding together. Helaine let out a high, trembling moan every time Loxo's dick impaled her, keening against Loxo's chilly lips. Between them, their joined bodies released obscene squelching sounds, Helaine's pussy dripping profusely every time Loxo's cock retreated and slammed in. She hiked Helaine's thighs up close to her body, forcing Helaine's hips to tilt back and pounded into her at a different angle. Loxo's fleshy sacs, covered with a fine layer of bristly hair, slapped against Helaine's contracting anus, which was already near greasy with their juices. Loxo's rhythm began to dissolve into a vicious staccato, her fingers digging into where she gripped Helaine's thighs. Her cold breath fell upon Helaine's parted lips; maddened with pleasure, Helaine felt her own cock thickening again, pulsating in time with her racing heartbeat towards release. Loxo grunted, grinding their pelvises together, her hands now braced on either side of Helaine's head. Helaine felt a hot flood inside her and let out soft moan as her cock discharged a pitiful rivulet, in no way comparable to Loxo's load still pouring into her. Loxo's prick throbbed and swelled even more; Helaine gripped onto the queen's shoulders, trembling as her belly swelled under the onslaught. "Mmm," Loxo hummed as she pulled out of Helaine. Thick come gushed out of Helaine's gaping pussy, soaking the bedding of the pod. Limp, Helaine allowed herself to be gently pushed so that she could lie in a relatively dry spot. The sweat on her body began to cool, and she shivered. Loxo lay beside her, stroking Helaine's abused nipples for a moment. She stopped when Helaine tried to twist away, but only to slide her hand down between Helaine's legs and lightly finger her vulva, playing with the flow of come. "Consort?" Loxo asked, and pushed one long finger up inside Helaine's sopping pussy. Helaine swallowed, and then turned her head to look at Loxo's calm expression. "...yes, my queen?" she answered in a steady voice. Loxo smiled, and Helaine thought her teeth seemed very sharp. Loxo appeared pleased with Helaine's response, and put another finger up inside her, sliding both digits in and out very slowly. "Again," Helaine whispered. There was something clamouring at the edges of her memory, beating at the doors of her mind. One word, amarillo, tried to get her attention. She ignored it as she rolled over onto her hands and knees, going down on her arms, bottom in the air. She felt the blankets shift as Loxo knelt behind her, and cold hands grabbed the globes of her ass, forcing them apart to reveal the furled opening of her anus. Loxo shoved her cock into Helaine's pussy, not too hard but quick enough to elicit a sharp jerk, Helaine's breasts bouncing with the movement. Loxo pressed a thumb into Helaine's asshole, extending that digit deep into her rectum. She began fucking her anew, smiling slowly at the sharp moans. The breeding of this strong consort would produce the warriors for the Last Queens, the powerful line of Arch-Queen Loxosceles...so necessary to those bring these other, weaker worlds to heel. Epilogue The large glass globe glowed blue under Agent Gina's small hands. Dillon looked into her face, trying too hard not to hope. A few minutes crawled past, and Agent Gina pulled her hands away, shaking her head. The blue light faded. "Nothing?" Dillon asked, keeping his tone low and soft. Agent Gina had been trying for weeks. The kidnappings had stopped, but none of the satyress' powerful scrying revealed Agent LeFay's location. "I'm so sorry," Agent Gina said, and sighed. "I'll...keep trying." A sad smile touched at the corners of her lips. "This is so not amarillo, is it?" Dillon shook his head, sticking his hands deep in his pockets. In one of them, his fingers encountered the slim shape of a cigarette. Pulling it out, he regarded it for a long moment. "Do you need a light?" Agent Gina asked. At Dillon's slow nod, she whispered a quick spell to her palm and snapped her fingers. A small blue flame appeared, hovering over her hand. Dillon put the cigarette between his lips and leaned close to light it. He straightened, inhaling into his damaged lungs, all the while fighting back a gravel-filled cough. He promised Helaine he'd never smoke again. Dillon got up from the hard bench in Agent Gina's small office, a dimly-lit, cramped room so different from the grand spaces of the main work areas in Covert Thaumaturgy. Agent LeFay's status had been tagged as missing in action by Head Office a few days ago, but he hadn't wanted to give up. "You can stop looking, Agent Gina," he said and walked out slowly, puffing on his cigarette as he slipped through the doors. fin **FINAL AUTHOR's NOTES:** I hope you enjoyed reading all that! Comments are welcome, and any constructive criticism as applicable to smutty writing. I had the first part of this story written up, but the writing competition was a nice impetus to finish it. Hopefully I can finish other works I have outstanding. I didn't think that Helaine would end up like that, but it's possible that her story doesn't stop there. Another writer had remixed this work, I'll link to it as soon as they upload it. The names of the Last Queens come from a wikipedia entry on poisonous/venemous spiders. Again, thanks for reading!? ------------------------------ email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend.