I squeak. I'll admit it, it's the kind of shriek a young girl makes upon spotting a spider. There's not enough air in my lungs for anything else, and the sudden intrusive mass inside me makes it feel as if there never will be. There simply cannot be any room in my body for anything that isn't cock.
And aside from the painful bloating feeling, and the sudden surprise of it all, it... Doesn't feel bad.
I roll over, flopping onto my back as I glance down at the gut-wrenching sight. The toy, as thick around as my forearm, sticks out of my sore red cunt for only a few inches at its thickest base. The rest, the entire massive thing, is crammed in me in a way I seriously doubt I'll ever be able to remove. It bulges my stomach out, enough that I can make out the outline, and I can almost feel the small trickle of my arousal flowing out between our terrible and beautiful junction.
I'm in shock at the sight, watching in a daze as I squeeze and shift my muscles against the intrusion and the lump almost dances under my skin. Reaching down, almost in a trance, I run a finger over the bump. It feels... Sexy. It's probably the lube's fault, but I feel so proud at being able to accomplish it.
My powers won't work to shrink it, not in such close proximity to my own body, so I'll have to pull it free manually. A soft tug at the base proves to me how difficult that will be as it barely budges, but sends a thrill of pleasure through my body. My eyes cross as I lay back, idly running a finger around my clit. "Well... I do have a few hours to kill."
My Life As A Sex Toy Tinker — OMAKE
(Автор: Ziel)
"D' you.... I— uh... do you know anything about carpentry, Eros?" Victoria said, blushing uncharacteristically.
"Carpentry?" Eros raised an eyebrow. "Like, sex-related carpentry?"
"Well..." Victoria hesitated before looking over at Dean.
Her paramour stood to one side, leaning against a glass case full of Triumvirate-themed dildos. Even at a glance, the bandages swaddling his lower half were plain to see.
"I may have... broken the bed." Victoria said.
Eros looked back at Dean. He shifted as she looked at him, looking distinctly bow-legged. She turned back to Victoria, the blonde girl still blushing.
"Miss Dallon," Eros said, putting on her best saleswoman's smile, "Have you ever heard the old story about 'Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex?'"
Victoria shook her head. Eros didn't falter.
"That's alright then. I've got some literature for you to read while I discuss some... marital aids for your beau."
She sent the New Wave scion off with a copy of Sara Waite's Little Purple Book and a wave. Dean Stanfield was waiting patiently by the case when she approached. Or at least, he looked patient. He might just be too sore to move.
"So, Dean," Eros said sunnily. "I think I might be able to interest you in my own special brand of condoms." She leaned in conspiratorially. "They're personally tested to withstand up to 15,000 PSI! And a core temperature exceeding 3000 degrees Fahrenheit!" She paused. "Though... that would probably still incinerate you. Hanabi might want those... but... yeah, these babies come with a special impact resistant lube. Helps you avoid problems like... this."
When she pulled the little box of prophylactics off the shelf for him, Dean Stanfield actually wept.
Broken Bird In A Rusted Cage
(Автор: tomio)
"It's decided then. To Brockton Bay we go." Jack said, asserting his authority as the leader again. Crawler grunted in assent. Burnscar nodded shyly. Bonesaw was sitting in his neck, not really paying attention to whatever was going on. She'd wanted to go as well, to meet Panacea. Siberian, as always, remained silent and unreadable as ever. She barely nodded, assenting to his plan. Mannequin scratched his approval in the floor with a scratch.
Cherish, their newest addition, had actually proposed it. She wanted to 'say hi to her little brother'. Jack wouldn't know how that felt, having a brother. He had known, once, but in the end, they parted ways. Not exactly amicably, but he'd grown over the resentment during the years Harbinger had been gone.
Last, there was Shatterbird. She always went along with his plans, in an attempt to gain his attention. Oh, he knew about the crush she had on him. But her education and upbringing made that nearly impossible. He enjoyed seeing her squirm, knowingly going along with her, only to deny her his interest moments later.
Crawler crawled, by lack of better word, into the back of the truck, along with Mannequin and his tools. Shatterbird sat next to him. Cherish was lying on the back seat, letting Bonesaw braid her hair, while the Siberian was just sitting there, motionless. Burnscar, too, was sitting in the backseat, obviously scared of the other three.
Shatterbird, as usual, looked like she wanted to say something.
Jack was faster. "I'm thinking of watching a movie tonight." he said.
"Really Jack? Can I watch?" Bonesaw perked up, causing one of Cherish' braids to become partially undone.
"Sorry Bonesaw, it'll be past your bedtime by then. And a good girl..." Jack answered.
"Always goes to sleep at her bedtime." Bonesaw finished, still sounding as happy as usual. He knew he'd have to make it up to her. Preferably soon.
"Tell you what, you get to choose tomorrow's dinner! We can have pizza or we can go eat out!" he said, and Riley's smile became just the slightest bit brighter.
"Yay!" she yelled. Predictably, she chose the pizza.
"I too, would like to watch a movie." Shatterbird said, in a surprisingly bold move.
"I'll stay out of the way of you two lovebirds." Cherish said, grinning at Jack. If only she knew.
Shatterbird blushed, averting her eyes from Jack.
Burnscar mumbled something. It wasn't important.
* * *
That night, they stopped at a cheap motel. Riley, Jack and Shatterbird had gone in first, then the Siberian and Mannequin had gone into random rooms, killing as many occupants as possible before they were found out. When they were finally detected, Shatterbird and Crawler finished the job.
Bonesaw was hands deep in one of her patients as they finally ate. The cook was surprisingly good at his job, despite his near-certain death. Maybe that caused it, people always seemed to live to the fullest when they were certain they were going to die in the future.
He entertained the thought of letting the cook live. It would be different than usual. Yes, that would be exactly what they'd do.
"Siberian, Crawler, spare the cook." he said. The Siberian looked at the cook's assistant, a girl of about 25 years of age, with her black hair up in a bun. Jack was almost certain that she was the cook's girlfriend. FiancИe, even, if he identified the rings right. "I never said anything about the girl."
With a scream, the cook's assistant died. It was a messy end, and the cook had fainted from shock. Not a trigger, that would have knocked them out too.
"So, what movie are the lovebirds going to watch?" Cherish brought his mind back to dinner. A finely cooked steak indeed. He sliced it up, without the knife even touching the meat.
"Probably something light-hearted. Texas Chainsaw Massacre, maybe." he replied. He knew Shatterbird didn't enjoy horror movies, even though they usually lived like one. He also knew that without explicitly denying that he and Shatterbird were 'lovebirds', she'd see it as a chance to be with him.
"Interesting. You ever tried if your power works on a chainsaw?" Cherish asked, snacking on a piece of... Broccoli? Interesting.
"I have." he replied. "It didn't work."
"That's unfortunate." Cherish replied, and the dinner resumed in silence. Some time later, it was but me, Bonesaw, Shatterbird and Cherish sitting at the table. I noticed it was five before nine.
"Bonesaw, it's time for you to go to bed." I said, pointing at the clock.
"Alright Uncle Jack! Are you going to tell me a bedtime story?" she said, skipping to one of the empty rooms.
With a smile, he stood up, leaving Shatterbird and Cherish alone for a moment.
* * *
"And that's how we lost Psychosoma." He finished.
"Thanks Uncle Jack." Bonesaw whispered. He kissed her on the forehead, and returned to the table.
He saw Cherish with the biggest grin he'd ever seen her with, and Shatterbird was blushing so hard you could barely make out her original skin color. Even an idiot would have noticed, and could have deduced what happened.
He played ignorant. "So, shall we watch a movie then?" he asked.
Shatterbird merely nodded.
"Not me, I'm gonna go to a nearby club. Gonna try and start an orgy again. Apparently, it's harder than just turning lust up to eleven... That time was fun, though." she said. He was tempted to join her, for the simple reason that the next morning, people would realize they'd been fucked by Jack Slash. Literally. That would have to cause quite some trauma, and at least more than one frontpage article.
But no, he'd decided keeping Shatterbird meek was a better course of action.
"Go right ahead." he said.
A few minutes later, Shatterbird had sat down next to him. They'd decided on some awfully clichИed horror movie, with an extremely forgettable title.
He put his arm around Shatterbird, startling her, only to take it back as he took the popcorn. He put it between them, and when was taking a bit of popcorn, he put his hand in there with hers. He pretended he didn't notice, but both of them knew he did.
After about half the movie, he actually put his arm around her. This was what he usually did. After one of the million badly executed jumpscares, Shatterbird was holding him tightly. This too, was par for the course.
Then, a horrible thought entered his mind. Horrible indeed, even for him.
He copped a feel.
He hadn't done this before, and it startled Shatterbird. She looked at him in confusion, and he brought his own face closer. The glass that made up her mask parted to reveal her lips.
Holding his left hand to her glass-covered right cheek, he kissed Shatterbird. Shatterbird reciprocated it in kind, and soon, they were lying down on the couch, making out like they were a teenaged couple.
When the movie had ended for about half an hour, he lead Shatterbird to an empty room, making out all the way. Once inside, he quickly undid her jeans, and she fumbled with his belt buckle. By the time he'd undid her bra, she almost had it.
He helped her out, undoing it with practiced ease. He kissed Shatterbird again, pushing her against the wall. She could feel his erect dick on the inside of her thigh.
She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet, but a small moan escaped from her mouth. Jack's right hand started fondling her left breast, and kissed her neck. She couldn't hold back, and didn't hold back her moans.
Her moans loudened as Jack's kisses went lower and lower, until he finally reached her clit. She was already gushing by the time he'd reached it, and almost came from his first kiss alone. When Jack put in one of his fingers, she climaxed, feeling the insides of her sex pulsate around Jack's finger.
When she was done climaxing, she saw Jack had undone his boxers. He slowly dragged his fully-erect cock over her already wet slit, and she knew what was going to happen. Her mother had taught her that the first time would hurt, but she had to endure it.
Jack was surprisingly gentle, yet it still hurt. Jack slowly put his entire length inside of her, and slowly went back and forth. Over time, it went faster and faster. At his fastest, she came again, and she felt him cum inside of her.
Shatterbird felt Jack disentangle himself from her, and she grabbed his hand, hoping to pull him into the bed. She thought nothing of him pulling himself loose, and fell asleep while he was still in the bathroom, taking a shower.
* * *
Shatterbird noticed something was wrong when she woke up the next morning. She turned around, to awaken Jack with a kiss, only to notice he wasn't there.
She dressed herself and left the room, finding Jack as he was taking a few bread rolls from the pantry in the kitchen. The cook had already ran away, it seemed. Or the Siberian had taken care of him. Either way, he wouldn't be a problem anymore.
"Jack..." she began, "about last night."
"What about it?" he said, taking a bite out of a croissant.
"It... It was good, right?" she said, hoping for his approval.
"It was great!" he said, "Don't you think so too, Cherish?"
Her eyes widened as a familiar girl sporting a grin on her face appeared from inside the pantry, throwing a bread roll at Jack. "It was. You should've been there Birdie, these guys just willingly walked into this huge bonfire they'd set up for a party. Just because Jack told them it'd feel good! Oh, and the orgy, that was just awesome. I grew up with Heartbreaker, and I never even knew there could be so many positions in sex!"
Shatterbird became more and more distraught, asking herself if she had imagined last night. She excused herself and walked off.
"Jack," Cherish began, "Are you sure you're not my dad with a goatee? That was cold, even by my standards."
"Oh, Cherie, you haven't seen a tenth of it." he replied. "Now, hand me that ham over there, that'd go great with the cheese we already have."
Rachel's Recruitment?
(Автор: CptTagon)
I come through the glass door of the convenience store, Brutus, Judas, and Angelica trailing behind me. The Asian clerk looks up from his magazine, his face paling as he sees me and my dogs. Otherwise, the store is empty, just the ugly white lighting reflecting off the tile floor.
"Judas, guard." I'd run out of food and water this morning, and had to wait until dark to get some more. It was always a risk doing this, but hanging around the back alleys looking for scraps was an even worse gamble. I grab one of the red baskets and head back to the food, looking for cans and bottles. Brutus and Angelica follow me, their hulking forms the size of shopping carts, while Judas sits and stares at the clerk. He's shaking, his eyes wide, means he recognizes me. Good. There's no room to mess up fear unlike smiles.
I sweep food into the basket and my backpack, keeping an eye on the dogs for warning signs of a siren. Nothing happens by the time I get all the food, water, and medicine I want, so I don't need to hurt the clerk for calling the cops. Before leaving, I hit the cash register, and scoop out the tray, pouring into my backpack. That will be good for the stuff that's kept behind locked cabinet doors.
Whistling for Judas, I leave the shop, my dogs on my heels. I only arrived in this city recently, so it takes me a bit to find the building I left the rest of my dogs in. The docks may smell like dead fish, but at least there's no one else left on the entire block. As I walk up to the door, I smile as the dogs start barking as they smell me. They may not be trained enough to be let out on the hunt, but they still love me. My smile turns into a scowl as I get closer to the door. There's a sheet of paper nailed to it. There is a drawing of a dog's head at the top, with writing underneath. Snarling, I rip the paper down, ball it up, and throw it away. Some bastards must have figured out I was here. Time to leave then, find somewhere on the other edge of town to hole up in.
