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I Thirst
by Ufpe (ufpe@inorbit.com)
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A young thief is found by the night watchman. (Mf, ped,
sci-fi)
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Stan quietly turned in his gear and clocked out as the
first rays of dawn filtered through the dusty windows of
the security office. The screen door slammed abruptly as
he left with the same squeaky harshness he'd grown
accustomed too over his short tenure, triggering a soul
sourced sigh of relief.
The brick two-story structure with mesh covered windows
where Stan patrolled served as a storage facility for
unused bodily fluids like blood and sperm on the second
level, with a small "quality control" lab on the first
floor. Folks he never met arrived dutifully at the same
hour in their Lincolns and BMW's, and departed long
before Stan returned in the middle of the night. Located
in an abandoned and mostly forgotten part of town, it
was close to the one room apartment where Stan spent his
free time, away from the stress and pressure of modern
city life – just the way he liked it.
Not so long ago, Stan had been a rising star in a large
manufacturing firm with a mortgage, wife, and second
hand car, and filled with dreams and energy. But
downsizing quickly dispatched his assets, and while his
pregnant wife ran home to momma, Stan set out alone.
Weeks of rejection eventually sapped his hopes, and
found him slowly climbing the stairs to his second floor
flat where beer, bologna, and bread awaited his palate
and darkened windows and an overstuffed mattress
promised rest to his aching torso.
He snapped on the TV and adjusted the ruptured clothes
hanger antenna until the snow disappeared and the news
droned its boring sensationalism in black and gray.
Sleep rapidly overwhelmed him as the city just beyond
his neighborhood burst into renewed life.
Night fell too quickly, as it usually does, and all too
soon Stan was shaving his stubble to the tune of a
whistling teakettle. It was Saturday night, and after
his shift was complete, he would have 48-hours to watch
football, and spend some time at Rileys, his favorite
pub located just across the street.
Rileys was seldom empty when it was open, catering to
the locals and vagrants with feigned interest, cool
brews, and a closely monitored flat screen. Every night
after midnight, Mr. Riley would throw a porn disc in the
DVD to a packed house that would openly comment on the
action or the lack therein. A sharp watch was
maintained for local law enforcement that seldom came,
and when they did, normally actively joined in on the
commentaries while downing canned sodas.
All was going well on watch for Stan until about three
in the morning when a subtle noise could be heard in one
of the nitrogen storage rooms unlike those he was
accustomed too. After fumbling with several different
keys, he was able to make his way into the darkened room
and flick on the light switch. Beneath the austere
flicker of fluorescent bulbs he spied a huddled figure
in the back corner with several small milky colored
vials scattered haphazardly leading to an open storage
door. Stan hurriedly pulled his sheathed tazer and raced
towards the trembling figure.
"Please don't..." a frail feminine voice squeaked from
beneath the dark shawl obscuring all but her tiny bare
feet.
Stan half slid to a stop right before her on the shiny
grey tiles. "Geez lady, what the hell you doin' in
here?"
The shroud slowly slid from a dark mountain of long
disheveled hair to reveal two large black eyes made
prominent by her pale white complexion. "I thirst," she
mumbled with a barely audible voice.
The fight or flight response kicked in even before Stan
saw the two sharp points of her fangs protruding into
her lower lip. His mouth became "death valley dry" as
his mind fervently sought his next course of action.
Somehow, this form of theft didn't fit in any of the
response scenarios outlined in the security manual he
had been required to memorize. Stan fingered his phone
nervously, wondering if his security chief would believe
or terminate him. The latter appeared far more likely.
"Get out of here, and don't come back," Stan snarled in
the most vicious voice he could muster, and watched her
slide through the wire mesh that was pried open and
disappear. He then dialed the local law enforcement
agency.
Endless questions and intimidating glares after the
police arrived, Stan was finally released. He emerged
exhausted into the bright sunlight. Prudence had
dictated the Stan omit any reference to the pointed
tooth nymph he had found, in an apparently successful
attempt to hold his job. The entire event was more than
he cared to consider, and he trudged home in an
exhausted daze. As he entered his darkened abode, he
briefly considered a brew, but settled for the comfort
of his bed and was out within seconds.
Visions of fanged toothed creatures drifted in and out
of his troubled dreams when he was awakened by a
forceful tug to his BVD's. In the subdued light, he
could barely make out a huddled figure tugging at the
last vestiges of his modesty fervently.
"What the hell?" he mumbled.
"I thirst..." came the plaintive reply.
Stan's blood instantly ran cold and he froze, as the
last fabric was pulled away from his torso. The rush of
cool air on his genitals was quickly replaced by the
unmistakable warm and wet suction of an experienced
mouth magician. Her tongue rapidly massaged his glans,
protruding into his slit forcefully on several
occasions. Her tiny hands massaged his maleness
fervently, gently coaxing his life giving essence from
the depths of his groin.
With one hand pumping the straining shaft, and the other
gently pressuring his quivering gonads, her oral
ministrations went into overdrive, and brought Stan to
an explosive dick burning eruption, in record time.
When his boiling seed spewed into her mouth, her two
razor sharp incisors punctured the delicate flesh
beneath his glans, pricking one of his veins and sending
a stream of warm blood into his frothy cum which she
gulped down until the flow completely ceased.
Stan arched his back in ecstasy, barely aware of the two
pricks responsible for draining his manhood so rapidly.
Months of stored sperm were completely consumed by his
hungry guest as she murmured her approval. She rolled
from his exhausted body and sighed contentedly as Stan
fell back into an exhausted sleep. Within his sleeping
body, the serum she injected began to circulate slowly,
settling into his prostrate and testes.
Within hours, his body would become a virulent sperm
factory and she would be there to relieve the pressure
and help him adapt to his new life as her provider.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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