Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Diana Kemp
Word Count :35532
Publication Date :2012-07-05
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-77111-312-0
Mirror Club — A social noncomformist struggles for her identity in an intolerant world bent on harsh methods of rehabilitation …
Nuclear Heaven — After drifting two centuries, the sole survivor of an exploratory mission is revived to find himself in the hands of a voracious female crew …
Off the Beaten Track — A cutting edge attraction opens a gateway between the ancient seeders of Earth and its children …
Peep Show — A woman existing merely as sexual merchandise finds release in the love of two men …
Room of Hands — An alien using unsanctioned genetic experimentation to transform herself into humanoid form commits the ultimate betrayal against her people …
Silent Gathering — two scientists studying important archeological relics unwittingly unleash an ancient entity waiting to claim them …
Storm Warning — A planet in turmoil brings together and ultimately separates two star-crossed lovers …
Timespanner — A nomadic alien trapped on present day Earth assumes human form to survive and experiences a close encounter with its rescuers …
Mutely, Dayla complied. The woman yanked up her leather skirt and ran her hands along Dayla’s naked ass before sharply slapping each cheek until red hand imprints appeared. Dayla winced but swallowed her cries. The woman then knelt and spread Dayla’s cheeks, teased her drooling cunt with the tip of a lacquered fingernail and let it trail to her anus. She circled the tight ring until it contracted at her touch.
“I bet you want it up your ass, don’ t you?” the woman whispered, then slid a finger into her cunt. “In fact, I bet you want it both ways like the whore you are.”
Dayla inadvertently gasped.
“I see we have work to do. Get on the bed.”
Sprawled blindfolded on the bed on her hands and knees, Dayla could not help but respond to the woman’ s fleeting caresses. Betrayed by her body, her cunt wet and aching, all she wanted to do was submit to the hands that brought her near to coming, and then quickly retreated. Another slap to the ass elicited a wave of illicit pleasure. Spreading herself wider, she arched her back and buried her face in the bed. It was too late to pretend now, too late to hide the fact that the treatment had been a complete failure.
Hands and tongue loitered once more, teasing, touching, arousing her to a fever pitch. With a feeling of glazed disassociation, she vaguely wondered where the pretended feelings of self-revulsion she was supposed to embrace had gone.
Something hard pressed against her engorged clit, something huge. Before she could take a breath, the woman impaled her with an oiled dildo so thick it almost tore her. Dayla cried out and bucked violently as the woman rhythmically thrust it.
“Do you want it?”
Dayla writhed and moaned.
“I said do you want it?”
At that moment, the woman slipped another heavily oiled dildo into Dayla’s ass.
Dayla’ s scream preceded her panted response. “Yes!”
“Yes, I want it.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Do you like it up your ass? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“What else do you want? Tell me. Tell me now. Your board review comes up soon. None of my cases have ever failed and you’ re not going to be my first. Is that clear?”
Abruptly, she withdrew the dildos and tossed them onto the floor. She whipped off Dayla’s blindfold, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her onto her back. Straddling Dayla’s breasts, she lowered herself until her cunt brushed her nipples.
Dayla felt the sensation of sticky wetness on her flesh. The woman watched her.
“There’s always got to be one problem patient,” she said, running a finger along Dayla’s lips. “But I’m not going to let you defeat me. Sooner or later, everyone responds to the treatment. You’re no exception.”
Breathlessly, Dayla stared into the woman’s soulless eyes. “Why are you doing this? Why are you so afraid of me? All I want is to be left in peace.”
The woman sighed and ground herself against Dayla’s breasts. Dayla felt the hot wetness of the woman’s cunt sear her flesh and wanted desperately to reach out and clutch the soft mound of her ass.
“Why?” the woman said. “Because you’re different. Because we’ve paid the price for such differences through social and environmental upheaval that lasted almost a century. Consider the relaxation of moral standards, the acceptance of almost any behavior under the guise of personal freedom. Do you think the mutation of the aids virus and other virulent, sexually transmitted scourges would have occurred had the dubious world governments of the time been more concerned with the cause of the problem rather than the cure?”
Dayla’s desire ebbed like a receding tide. Listening to the woman’s words, she remembered the tedious lectures parroted by her parents and other well-meaning friends and family members. Angrily, she sat up and pushed the woman off.
“And you think this society of robots we’ve become is better? History has two sides whether you like to admit it or not. It’s easy to make accusations, but the reality is that without compassion and tolerance, the pendulum always swings both ways. You’re not afraid of me so much as what I stand for, a threat to your dead, sterile society.”