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The Cell

By: playfulpup



As her Master was preparing to go to work, He had set slave some several tasks to do but slave had been working hard, and fallen into a deep asleep. slave was now in grave trouble as she was not prepared as she should have been on his return. His last words and her reply was still ringing in her ears as he left the house, "Slave I want you kneeling ready for me, as I have a new toy I want to use". "Yes Master, slave will be ready for you on your return”. 

Yet on his return, he found her asleep and unprepared. He stood there looking at her. Carefully leaning forward he gentle ran his finger tip across her nose which caused slave to stirred with a slight fright, she saw him standing in front of her, shaking with fear she noticed how He looked at her his eyes seemed sad and then from no where he barked some instructions at her telling her to go up stairs and to kneel in her cell, and while she is kneeling to think about why she was there. slave hated to disappoint her Master, and crawled upstairs to where the cell was, her heart heavy laden. 

The cell was a small room, next to his bedroom. The cell had been a small bedroom which was adjoined to her Masters bedroom. she had to crawl past his bed, knowing it would be awhile before she would be allowed to lay there with him again. 

The room had been made to look like a prison cell. It was bleak, and held very little personal equipment. It had no bed in it. Only a narrow wooden bench, which has varies uses. Steel bars had been placed at the window, the glass had been painted black, the wooden door had been sprayed sliver to give it the look of being metal. A little peep-hole was made so he could watch her when ever he wished. At the bottom of the door was another hole which would allow a food and water to be passed underneath. In the right top corner on the floor were a folded blanket and a bowl for her to use as a toilet. There where various points where chains or ropes could be attached to her cuffs and collar. 

She knelt waiting listening to her heart pounding. her head lowered her knees apart, open for him. her hands placed behind her neck and there she stayed until he was ready for her. she could feel herself getting wet between her legs as she waited, her legs where getting numb. The pain of knowing she had failed was hurting her far more than any punishment he could deal out to her.

After a while the Master came upstairs, into his bedroom. He looks around the room and sees his slave in her cell kneeling in the corner - still dressed. He is not pleased yet again with her. He orders her to strip, to be quick about it. slave does as the as she is told with haste.

Her body shakes as she removes her clothing, her mind runs wild, knowing that she has made another error.

He then yells at the slave to go and stand under the cold shower, until he tells slave to turn it off. slave enters the shower room. she turn’s the shower on, slowly at first. As the cold water hits her body she feels her nipples harden and then as she turn’s it on full blast. her body begins to quivers with the coldness. She begins to wash her self as he had taught her making sure that she was clean for her Master.

When he was ready the Master then calls the slave to him. But, not to dry herself. slave then goes into her Master’s room, dripping with water and shivering trying hard not to let her teeth chatter as she knew this annoyed her Master.

slave's head is lowered. she knows her Master is angry. He tells her to put on her old collar and cuffs on, and throws them at her.

slave slowly puts them on feeling ashamed. 

"Now kneel." 

slave does very quickly.

The Master then sits on his chair with his crop in his hand. He asks "What have you learned, slave?" she then tells him and that slave was very sorry that she had disobeyed his orders. And, that slave was looking after her own needs rather than his. 


Master then slowly stands. Asking what should he do to his slave, for not being ready as he had told her to be? Feebly slave starts to say, "that slave wasn’t too sure what punishment Master had in mind," but, then feeling the crop being patted against slave's skin whispering, "Slave not sure Master".

"Well, tell me what you think slave should get?" slave then thinks for a moment and replies, “15 Master?" 

“Does, slave think that’s enough" her Master asks?

"Mmmmmm, may be not Master. What about 20 Master?" He then replies " Mmmmmm, 20 on each cheek. Get into position two and be quick about it."

As soon as Master had told slave what position to get into she wasted no time. she gets on all fours. Lowers her head to the floor, between her hands. Pushes her butt up in the air. her Master has clear reign to his slave's butt now ........thwack, thwack, thwack....... slave soon lost count, but she knew it was well deserved. Tears were running down her face by the time Master had finished.

"Now what do u say, slave?"

The words "Thank you, Master" came out between the sobs. "Now, have you learned your lesson slave?"

“Yes Master".

"So, you will not disobey me again, will you slave?"

"No Master".

“you may kneel slave and then undress me!"

"Yes Master".

"But, you mustn't use your hands slave".

she begins by starting to undo his shirt with her teeth. Slowly undoing each button at a time. slave could smell his body odor driving her on. Taking each button, one by one, was driving her wild. she could feel the wetness between her legs.

When the shirt was undone, she went around to his back and tugged at his collar with her teeth until still she managed to take it off. It landed by her feet on the floor. slave moves slowly to the front of his trousers, undoing his button. her teeth tugging at his zipper. her nostrils filled with his scent even more. her eyes locked onto the bulging in his pants. His trousers begin slip down his legs. He then sits on the edge of his bed, and she finishes pulling them off. she lays them next to his shirt. she tries to pull each sock off one at a time. her nose wrinkles a bit. Master's been wearing his socks allllll day! 

He stands again, so she could pull his pants down. He's grinning. "Now, kneel my dear slave!"

He's still grinning. she kneels quickly, eyes lowered, her hands behind her head. Her legs slightly parted. 

He orders her to open them wider. He slips his hand between, feeling the wetness building up. "Mmmmmm .... you’re wet i see." He places his fingers between her lips. she waits for his permission, then licks and sucks his fingers clean. 

He walks to where his toys are kept. Returning behind her, he places a blind fold over her eyes and ties it tightly.... she can hear him move away. Her body quivers as she breathes deeply, waiting for what was to happen next. She hears him move something, and then attaching her leash, he says to get on all fours again.

He instructs her to follow him (which she does). She can tell that he has taken her back to her cell. She's told to not move, and hears him walk back into the other room. He's moving things around, and then. . . it goes quiet. She moved slightly as her arms grew tired. THWACK! Shit, she thinks to herself! "I told you not to move!" "Am sorry Master . . . " He picks up the lead, and leads her back to where he told her to kneel. She felt the hate harness going onto her body.

He tells her to open her mouth. She does, and he tightens the gag. He tells her to get up and then leads her to his bed. But . . . it felt different! He had taken the mattress off! He pushed her down on to it telling her to spread herself open wide, and she obeys him. She feels him chaining the cuffs to leg of the bed. She tries to move, every so slightly. "No good my slave. You’re bound." His hand runs over her body. She hears him move away from the bed, and then return. He places an ice cube between her legs and let it run over my naked mound. She quivers, trying to move away from it, moaning behind the gag. "Are you enjoying this my slave?"

She feels him slide the ice cube into her cunt, then another follows it. God, does that hurt, she thinks! But, she was enjoying it still, as he began running his hands over her nipples, lowering his mouth to them, sucking, then pinching them between his fingers. She could feel them getting hard as he teased them. He takes another ice cube, running it up and down her spine. Pressing it between each vertebrae. As it melts she can feel the water run over her sides, and between her legs, as it melted. Master leans down and licks the sweet nectar between his slaves legs. And, then he straddles her. 

She could feel his heavy breathing against her skin. He touched her breasts, then pulled each to either side. "So i can see your nipples," she hears him say. He slaps each one, and she moans still feeling the wet cold on them. She moans again, feeling they will burst!

He removes the gag and slowly takes the blind fold off. He releases the ties that held her cuffs.

"Now slave, stand before me!"

She gets off the bed, standing naked before her Master. He places clamps on each nipple, lightly tugging at them. She pulls a face, as he adds a small weight on each one, the gravity calling them to pull and stretch. 

Taking a silk cord, he begins binding her breasts. Her nipples become engorged, and her aureoles are stretched to twice their normal size. Her body trembles w/ her breasts bound and her nipples stretched.

He then passes her the new toy. Her eyes go wide as he hands her a large dildo! He instructs her to spread her legs so he can view her now dripping pussy. 

He orders her to use it while he sits back and watches. She feels immense pressure on her tits, the weights of the clamps, pulling at her, yet her body begins to move as she slides the eight-inch black-dildo inside herself.

"You know what to do, slave . . . " 

She feels it enter her body, and slowly glides it back and forth between her wet pussy lips. He tells her to push it deeper inside. To go all the way. She hears a slight murmur escape her lips ..."Mmmmmmmmm . . . . . "

The ribbed upper ridge of the dido tickles her swollen clit as she thrusts it faster inside. She leans forward, and groans in sheer ecstasy. "Master, please may i cum?"

"No, not yet . . . "

While she continues to slide the dildo in and out, Master sits down in a chair. "You slut," she hears him say! Her legs begin to quiver; her breath becomes quick and ragged. "Master, pleaseeeee, may i cum?"

"No,” he says.

She feels droplets of sweat sliding down her back, down her face, her throat. "STOP!" "Remove it and lick it clean!" 

Slave stops, slides the dildo from her pussy, and licks it clean of her juice.

He orders her to crawl to him, and pulls her head down, to his crotch. She knows what she's to do. Her lips encase his manhood; she kisses it slowly between her hips. Slowly sucking, licking, manipulating it, she feels it grow hard in her mouth, against her lips, against her tongue. Her tongue toils with it. Leaving it hot and wet. She tries hard to coax and love his manhood to the point of needing to release it seed.

Suddenly, he pulls her collar, driving his cock deeper into the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but, he holds her there. "Do you job, slave!"

She hears him moan, and his cock swells even larger. "Don't you DARE not swallow it all, my slave! If you don't, you'll be tied up for the night!"

Suddenly, she feels his warm seed trickle down her throat. She eagerly swallows. "Thaaaat's right, my slave. Now, lick me clean."

He pulls his cock from her mouth. Her tongue works around his manhood, licking and cleaning. She hears him moan as he strokes her hair. 

"Well done," he says smiling down at her. Gripping her hair, he pulls her away from him, and orders her to follow him back to the cell.

Her clit was wanted to be pleasured but she knew it would be a long time before it would feel any released. 

The Cell Mate Pt. 01



I heard their footsteps along the concrete hall and new something was wrong. It wasn't feeding time, or lights out. They had only patrolled the halls once since I was sent here and that was only a day after an attempted escape. Few creatures managed to escape from here, however often they might attempt it. As awful as Kragosa was, its design was effective and its management knowledgeable about its prisoners.

The heavy footfalls stopped and I could see through the dimness that the dark shapes – prison guards – had stopped in front of my cell. For a brief moment I entertained hope that I was being reassigned, that whatever bureaucracy in charge had finally realized Kragosa was never meant for human prisoners. I rushed to the bars of my cell door and squinted in the near darkness to see the faces of the guards. They were both Kragosi, each standing over seven feet tall and four feet wide with faces contorted and distended like swine. They were garbed sparingly and carried spears, which one pointed at me now through the bars. I knew they could shock quite painfully.

"Stand back," one grunted down at me, his words slurred and guttural. I was surprised he spoke any Common at all. Most guards don't. I took a long step away from the bars, shielding my nakedness from the glowing point of his spear and watched with anticipation as the other guard turned the heavy crank on the wall opposite and the bars of my cell retracted into the wall. 

"Forward!" rumbled the first guard and I took a step forward, my hands held steadily at my sides in spite of my shaking. Something was about to go very right or very wrong, but either way resisting orders in Kragosa was a good way to get beaten, electrocuted and worse. The guard shouted something else at me, something I didn't understand until the other one spun me at the shoulder and held me arms roughly behind my back, cuffing them in place. I didn't see the point since only a complete idiot would try to run from Kragosa. But then I suppose escape attempts had occurred before. 

I felt the strain in my arms and shoulders as they marched me down the long, stone hallway past other cells. Few others in this block were occupied since most prisoners required more security precautions than I did. In spite of the smell, the air in this corridor felt fresher, colder against my exposed skin. The only other time I was allowed free from my cell was to work in the quarry several nights a week, and the thickened calluses on the soles of my feet from the sharp rocks there protected me as I stumbled ahead, the guards following closely behind. 

We stopped several times at the entrance to each block so that one of the guards could crank open the entrance. I couldn't speak for any of the other prisoners in Kragosa but such low-tech security had certainly deterred me from trying to escape. Even the guards were having trouble turning the heavy, partially rusted cranks. My mind must have wandered because the guard immediately behind me shoved me forward roughly and I almost lost balance. I hurried to keep just ahead of them.

I had never been through this block before and there were no cells in this section of corridor. There were no windows or doors at all, save for a large red portal at the far end. I felt my apprehension swell and a wave of nervous nausea course through me, making me light-headed. This wasn't any way in or out of Kragosa I was aware of, and was either the office of the warden or something much worse. Whisperings from passing prisoners about torture rooms or death furnaces flashed through my mind unbidden. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. We stopped as the guard turned the crank at the door.

In the dim, blue glare of the room was the largest Kragosi I had ever seen. He was almost a foot taller and a full foot wider than the guards that had brought me here. He was spread out across a hard, wide bench wearing nothing but a small bit of soiled cloth across his privates. His piggish scowl split into a worrisome grin as the two guards shoved me closer. They stood in the open doorway, as effective a barricade as the closed door would have been.

"Jayn bek Sherop," his Common was fluent but his tone was husky, wheezing. "Do you know who I am?"

"Brogn. The warden," I answered, my voice hardly wavering at all.

He grinned wider and then coughed, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Very good, very good. Do you know why you're here, Jayn bek Sherop?"

I watched his sharp, hooded eyes examine my body shamelessly and felt the strain in my shoulders and I fought against my bonds to cover my nakedness. "I was hoping it was because I was sent here by mistake. That you know I'm not supposed to be here," I said.

He continued to examine my body, not bothering to look at my face or eyes. "You broke the law, did you not?"

"Yes, but –"

"You're a debtor. You can't pay, you go to prison. Correct?" His voice was too soft.

"Yes, but -"

He leaned forward then, reaching one stumpy hand under the cloth covering his lap. "You confuse the matter, girl. Do you think it matters to me who is sent here and why? I have better things to do. Like watching you." As he said it he gestured behind him to the blue glow from the wall to what looked like at least thirty com-screens, all displaying images of prison cells, alternating every few seconds. The memory of seeing a little black box in the corner of my cell and wondering if it was a camera when I arrived eight months ago jumped forward in my mind and my knees trembled. He'd been watching me all this time.

I tried to compose myself. "What do you want?"

His eyes narrowed and he seemed to consider me a moment. "You, between my legs. The life of a warden who prefers females is a lonely one."

I felt the bile rise up in my throat. "No," I said, though it came out much meeker than I intended.

"Not for soap to clean yourself with instead of just cold water? Not for some hot meals instead of only cold ones? Not for a mattress to sleep on instead of just a dirty blanket?" He asked. He wasn't smiling.

I actually took a moment to consider it. He would likely rape me anyway and offer me nothing in return. I looked at the cloth between his legs as it began to twitch. I fought not to gag then and there. That decided the issue.

I took a deep breath. "If you arrange to get me out of Kragosa, then yes. Nothing for less."

I expected him to strike me but instead I heard a guttural, rippling sound that reminded me at once of a roar and a squeal. He was laughing at me.

"Human, human. You're in no position to bargain. If I could have you removed from here, I would not. It wouldn't be worth the fines, the inspections or the paperwork. How about this?" He leered at me, moving his face only inches from mine so that I could smell the stench of slop on his breath. His thick, gummy hand reached out to mash my left breast. I tried to turn away but he grabbed my nipple, hard like a bullet from the chill of the room, and held it tight. My gasp became a shout. The other clammy hand descended to my mound and he inserted a rough, dirty finger. The width of it split me and I cried out again in spite of myself.

"Stop!" I made it an order and for that I was proud. To my surprise, Brogn withdrew the finger. 

"I'll tell you what," he said, his voice again so soft I knew it to be dangerous. "There is something I like almost as much as being suckled by a woman. Do you know what that is?"

When I didn't answer he slapped my face, hard. I lost balance and fell to me knees, the pain made worse as Brogn held fast to my nipple. 

"Do you?" He was shouting now and I shook my head, trembling.

"I like anticipation. I like waiting. I like watching" He twisted my nipple hard and leaned close to me. "Do you see that monitor?" He pointed to one on the far left in the middle and I expected to see my cell but instead saw one very brightly lit, though it was hard to tell from the mostly colorless glow. It was entirely empty except for a beaten up cardboard box at the far back corner of the cell. I couldn't see anyone jailed there.

"Do you know about the Perikos, Jayn bek Sherop? Have you ever met one? I hear they're very friendly…"

The guards behind me guffawed as my entire body stiffened. I had never met a Perikos. I only knew them by reputation, that they were sightless monsters from a planet that saw light only every eighty years. They wither and die in UV light. And judging by the box they were very small. Not to mention it likely a violent criminal.

"Men, escort Jayn bek Sherop to meet the Perikos," he said, smiling toothily. He muttered several words in snorting, thick language I couldn't understand and released his grip on my nipple. This time I tried to fight back in spite of my bindings. I kicked out as a guard approached me, knocking the spear from his hands so it clattered to the floor. The other guard advanced on me and I tried to duck but instead the meat of his arm caught me hard in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from me as he threw me over his shoulder and turned from the room.

"You will see me again in three days, Jayn bek Sherop. Be ready. Of course, I will see you sooner than that." My eyes darted to the monitor in front of him. "Give the Perikos my regards!" His voice echoed down the hallway as I struggled over the guard's armored shoulder. The other one had retrieved his spear and caught up now, looking at me as though he's dearly like to ram it down my throat. He must have been told not to for in eight months since I arrived I had not known Kragosi for their mercy or kindness. I shouted as many obscenities as I could recall as we headed down another mostly deserted cell block before stopping while I heard the whir of the cell wall opening.

The guard hurled me bodily into the cell, not bothering to remove my cuffs. I heard the cell closing and tried to look up but the light from three bright spotlights on the wall opposite the cell whited out my entire field of vision. I staggered forward blindly, only to be met with the sharp, buzzing sting of a guard's spear. It knocked me backwards again and I crawled towards the back well, terrified of being tortured while blind. 

Suddenly the entire cell was plunged into darkness, all except for the cell bars, which couldn't have been iron like my cell since they were emitting light, as well as thick band of light all around the exit perimeter. A barrier to stop it from escaping. 

It.

Besides the light from the exit I was blind once more and felt a thin moment of triumph that the camera would see nothing in such darkness. My smirk faded as the once bright spotlights emitted an eerie green glow, bright enough that I could see the contents of the cell. I spun to look at the cardboard box but before I could turn my neck to see I felt something cold and heavy smack into my body, its speed and agility making it feel like a pounce. 

It knocked me onto my side and I felt something coiling around my leg, hard and smooth. I tried to move, tried to right myself as I felt the air cool all around me. In the green glow I saw the thing towered over me, standing on thick black tentacles. I couldn't believe any one tentacle could fit in the cardboard box, let alone its entire body. I couldn't see anything resembling a body, a mouth or ears except for a small, shimmering orb in the middle of the shifting mass of tentacles. No bigger than a basketball. The Perikos itself must have been more than twice my size. 

The tentacle released my leg and slid up my naked back and began to slide in and out between my fingers, reminding me of catching Toothless snakes of Ferox 4. I tried to close my fingers but the tentacle kept them spread wide, gliding up slowly to the steel cuffs on my wrists. I felt it hook around them and then a great tugging from my shoulder muscles as it pulled me to me feet by my metal cuffs. Suddenly, the cramps in my shoulders eased as my arms fell forwards, no longer bound together. I caught a glimpse at them long enough to see the chain connecting them had been split down the center while the cuffs remained closed on my wrists. If breaking a titanium chain with a simple movement was supposed to comfort me, it didn't. I bolted towards to glowing cell bars, hoping the light would frighten the Perikos away.

I grasped the bars, seeing the little red light on the black box on the opposite wall. I glared daggers into the camera.

"Fuck you, Brogn," was all I had time to say before I felt two tentacles grasp my ankles firmly while another wrapped tightly around my waist and yanked me sharply back towards it. I tried to cling to the bars but the Perikos was too strong. It held me still in the air for a moment, not bothering to secure my hands which slapped and pulled impotently as more tentacles coiled around my breasts and neck. It turned me over slowly so that my ass was pointed towards the camera as I felt another thick tendril slide along the back of my legs towards my exposed sex. I felt my face flush. What, did the creature cut a deal with Brogn or something? Made sure he got a good view?

I felt the thick coolness of the tendril slide gently over each ass cheek and then lightly down my crack to those lips. I moaned, trying to shift away as it traced along the outside of my slit. It tugged at each lip before sliding forward to grind against my clit. I gasped, feeling myself moisten, both from the attention from the tentacle and from the humiliation. Two more snaked into my hair, one coiling around its length to pull my head back while the other brushed the strands from my face almost tenderly. Another moan escaped my lips as I tried to turn my head to see the Perikos but the tentacle tightened its grip on my hair, holding me in place while the one around my neck massaged my skin overtop my racing pulse.

I felt the tip of the tendril enter me just as Brogn's finger did, and just as thick. It hurt. The Perikos held me perfectly still. It pushed in further then, another two inches at least and I screamed as it stretched me wider than anything I'd ever felt. I tried to move away to decrease the splitting pressure inside but the Perikos held me off the ground, tightening its hold around my waist and ankles so I couldn't gain purchase as it pressed forward another inch. I screamed again, hearing my high, ragged voice bounce off the stone and echo all down the corridor.

The tendril brushing the hair from my face slid past my cheek and over my lips before I noticed its movements. I opened my eyes and tried to turn away but the tentacles at my neck and hair held me still and it pushed past my teeth before I stopped screaming. It filled my mouth completely, forcing my jaw wide open and laving my tongue and roof of my mouth. It was cold and strong but it didn't taste like anything. Nevertheless, I panicked then, twisting and turning, my shouts muffled by the tendril filling my mouth. My hands grasped its thickness, trying to pull it away as it slid slowly but surely between my lips. I bit down as hard as I could and felt my molar crack under the pressure. Unperturbed, the tendril in my mouth began to inch to the back of my throat as the other pushed its way deeper inside me. The one at my sex felt smaller now or at least thinner or perhaps it was because of the wetness building inside me; I could feel it now. It pushed another two inches until it filled my entire passage where it held me still again while the tendril in my mouth pushed deeper until I gagged and my throat clenched around it. I thought I might be sick then but there was nothing in my system since yesterday and the tendril didn't pause, pushing past my gag reflex and plummeting deeper into my throat, cutting off my air. 

I felt something then. A thinner tentacle slid past the one lodged in my sex, coating itself in my moisture as it went. It slid along my slit and then upwards toward the tight ring of muscle above. It poked and prodded at the hole there, slipping just inside but withdrawing quickly as I began to buck and shriek around the tentacle in my mouth. I felt like I would pass out from the lack of air and the pain from behind. The one in my throat withdrew too, instead coiling around and filling my mouth so wide my jaw began to ache. But at least I could breathe now.

The tentacle probing my ass slipped forward again and I screamed around the one in my mouth. It pushed against the ring of muscle and seemed to thicken a moment, stretching me before pushing forward. My eyes watered from the pain but its thickness was nothing compared the one stretching my pussy. It began it inch forward and I groaned and shook from the pain. Suddenly, the thick tentacle inside me began to slide out slowly before slamming back into me, hard. I tried to scream again. The Perikos held me perfectly still, only its tentacles moving inside me. The two that had twisted around my breasts began to squeeze them and massage my hard nipples. The tentacle in my ass continued its slow, measured invasion while the other continued to thrust in and out. I felt something building inside of me, something dark and warm that started at the seat of my gut and radiated outward. I clenched my fists as my eyelids fluttered and felt the thick appendage inside me widen again and withdraw completely before slamming itself into me fully. I remember a dull, deep pain near my gut and an explosion of stars as I crested elation. My vision whited out again, my fingers and toes buzzing from my internal current and for a split second before the world went dark everything was wonderful.

I woke up on the cold floor in a small puddle of my own juices. My vision was lost to the brightness of the full spotlights again and I was alone. I turned to look but the lights were too bright to see the cardboard box. I shook my head, dazed until I heard a curse and grunt from outside the cell. The Kragosi guard must have awakened me. 

"Human! Here! Now!" his thick snarl echoed loudly in the otherwise silent block and I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, feeling a wrenching ache below where the tentacles used me. 

"Now!" He was so loud and shrill he frightened me and I stumbled forward from the pain and disorientation, falling forward and scraping my hands and chin on the floor. I felt heavy, bloated. With the Perikos' seed? Did such a creature spend itself that way? I hadn't any longer to wonder as I managed to make my shaky legs hold me so the guard could escort me back to my cell.

He pushed me inside and cranked the door shut. I had lost all track of time since passing out. Was it still daylight outside? My cell had no window. How long before Brogn asked for me? God but I felt sick and stretched wide. Used. Raped even. And I liked it. With that miserable thought I curled up in the corner on top of my thin grey blanket and let my dreams wash over me.

Everything swirled around me at home on my father's farmhouse on Ferox 4. The grass by the house was long and wild and I could hear my brothers laughing on the other side of the glen. I remembered I was supposed to be helping with the harvest but it was too hot, the sun was too bright and the sky was too blue to worry about that now. I felt something smooth and scaly wrap around my leg in the long grass and saw a long, green Toothless snake coiling up in my leg towards the crotch of my jumper. For a moment I didn't mind and watched it curiously. Then it pressed against the fabric, nudging my clit and I felt my body respond. Horrified, I tried to pull it away. Something dark inside me began to tickle and I began to pull at my jumper, frantic to get whatever was inside away from my body. Something was trying to get out of me.

I woke up in total darkness, drenched in my own sweat and shivering. A nightmare. It must be night now, and lights out. In some cell blocks I know they don't bother but it didn't take a genius to realize I was afraid of the dark. The better to control me with I guess.




The Cell Mate Pt. 01



I felt the air change around me and turned my head, straining my eyes to see through the lightless cell. It looked darker than usual…

It grabbed me then. It coiled around my neck and held my wrists at my sides. One heavy tentacle slid between my breasts and to my mouth, covering it from the outside while tip poked past my lips and the weight of it held my head down. The sound of my scream was drowned out almost entirely and I felt a very thin tendril slide along my jaw gently and along the shell of my ear, wriggling its way inside. And I heard music.

It was soft and melodic and shocking enough that I ceased to struggle a moment before my own musky scent caught the air around me, reminding me of its earlier violation. I bucked against its hold, shouting against my gag.

"Shhh…be still…" They weren't words exactly. It was the lyricless music. But it was clear. And I wasn't buying it. I kicked a leg out and felt a great wide tentacle catch my calve and hold it tight, lowering it slowly to the ground.

"If you help me, I will help you," The Perikos music filled my head again, steady and calming. 

I tried to ask it why I should help it after what it did to me, but my words were incomprehensibly muffled against the tentacle blocking my mouth. It seemed to understand anyway.

"Neither of us should be here. I can't get out alone. If you take me outside, I will take you from Kragosa." It paused a moment, perhaps registering my surprise. "You may speak normally. I understand your meaning through your heat, tone and the vibrations of your voice. I cannot risk anyone hearing you speak."

Questions bubbled through me like boiling water. How do we get out? Why me? How could it do those things?

One tendril brushed the hair from my face again and stroked my head. Gentleness, contact felt really good after more than a year without it. It appalled me. This thing had done me nothing but wrong so far. "I needed to find a place to hide."  

That was confusing. A place to hide? What was that supposed to mean?

"All entrances in and out of Kragosa have UV bands around their perimeter. The Perikos government wanted to keep me here. They financed it."

I tried for a moment to imagine light-phobic tentacle creatures on dark planet holding congress and drawing up budgets. I shook that thought from my head. Where do I come in? And how did it get here then?

"I traveled inside of you."

It took me almost a full minute to process that. Then I went ballistic. I began to writhe and scream in earnest now, twisting and bucking against the creature, heedless of the strain to my arms and neck. I felt a tentacle weigh down my free leg so that both ankles were held together and my arms were now pinned at my sides. The tentacle at my mouth remained still while the one at my neck tightened slightly; the last continued to stroke my face.

"Shhh…be still…" It said again and I was forced to heed it, exhausted from my fruitless struggle. "I haven't harmed you." The tentacle in my mouth muffled my furious protest. If it understood my curses it chose to ignore them. "I've been here three years. In a box. In pain every time I feed. I'll die if I stay here any longer. You'll die too. Three females have been sent to Kragosa since I came and two died after what the Warden did to them. I could tell by the way you feel inside that Brogn hasn't had you yet." I flushed furiously. "He will."

I tried to squint through the darkness to actually see the Perikos. I didn't know how they fed or what they ate but if exposure to UV light was lethal and that flimsy cardboard box was its only refuge, then I'd be desperate to get away too. But desperate enough to rape someone?

"It wasn't rape."

"It was! I didn't want it!" I shouted into the barrier against my mouth.

"Perhaps. But you liked it. And you want it, even now." The tentacle stroking my hair slithered down my frame to stroke the dark curls at the apex of my legs. They were damp, I could tell.

My whole body tensed as I held my breath. Perhaps I held it too long as the tentacle teased me, because I heard the soft, drifting melody whisper "breathe" in my ear and the tip of the tentacle came to rest just above my mound. I felt strangely disappointed. "Now is not the time," it said softly.

"But you couldn't fit. Your entire body? You're huge. Twice the size of me," I muttered, my words slurred. It was true. There was no possible way it could have happened thee way the Perikos said.

"Mass is irrelevant," the Perikos responded, as though that answered my question. "In darkness, in shadows, I am how I choose to be. I can fill this entire cell and crush you or fit in a cardboard box, or indeed, something smaller." The tentacle at my mound inched forward, stroking my abdomen lazily. I felt an embarrassed little thrill shoot through my abdomen right below where it stroked me. There something dark, almost possessive to the tone and tempo of the melody now.

Then why not just grow until you burst through the cell wall and then keep going? I wondered.

"To where? Neither your cell nor mine are outward facing. They have UV lights in the quarry yards and even if I made it over the wall without being caught, where on this barren stain of a planet could I hide in daylight?"

The Perikos had obviously thought about this harder than I had. I had no idea my cell didn't face outside. And I knew almost nothing about the climate or terrain outside of Kragosa. The only reason anyone from other systems knew about Kragosa was for its intergalactic, hi-security prison. Surely that wasn't all that was here. And there must have been daylight too, although they only let me into the quarry at night. Because I'm scared of the dark. 

"So, what's the plan then?" I mumbled.

"As I said, if you help me, I will help you. I cannot escape past the UV bands across the exits unless I can hide. They let you into the quarry. I will help you escape if you promise to come with me until we leave by ship."

This was getting ahead of me. By ship? What ship? Where? Was there a port station nearby? I remember traveling for hours by shuttle when they brought me here. That would be days on foot. Not to mention I'd never piloted any interplanetary vessels before. One question struck me harder though. 

"Why are you here? What did you do?" I asked.

I felt the tentacles around my neck and wrists tighten a moment before relaxing again. 

"I can't trust you at all until I know," I said.

"Treason," it whispered, its music barely audible. "Regicide."

I swallowed hard. I owed 60,000 credits. The Perikos killed its leader. I was out of my depth.

"Unless you plan to massacre civilians during peace talks you have little to fear from me," it said quietly. The tentacle stroking my abdomen pushed back towards my mound again, rubbing against my nub. "Nothing real to fear anyway." I moaned against the one at my lips, thrusting my hips upwards. "If you stay here though, you have much to fear."

There was no denying that. No matter the pain, the danger or the embarrassment it was better than waiting to see what Brogn had in store for me. It was better than spending the rest of my life in a dark, windowless cell, naked and alone and forgotten.

The rubbing between my legs ceased and the tentacle resumed stroking my abdomen. "Okay, so how do we do this?" I slurred through the appendage.

"I will hide. You will act as though nothing is different. You must act normally. They will take you tonight – "

"No they won't." I interrupted.

"It is every third night, is it not? You spent one with me and one asleep."

"That long?" I asked. But if that was true, they would come for me.

"You will exit to the quarry yard and make your way slowly to the northern wall, halfway between the guard tower and the East Bastion. Find the darkest area you can and wait. Be patient. I will not reveal myself until I know we have the best chance of escape."

"How will you know?" I asked, not thinking too hard about my role as the mule in all this.

"I will hear sounds. I will sense nearby movement and light. I will sense your heart rate and blood pressure. That is why you must remain calm. If there is a problem, I will need to know about it. This is the only chance we'll get before they realize I am not where I should be."

And I go see Brogn, I thought. But can I do this?

"You can," it answered. "Now I will hide."

"Now?" My question became a shout and I felt my heart race. 

"Now. Relax, breathe deeply. It will feel uncomfortable but it should not hurt." The tentacles around my neck and wrists released me and slid down my frame along with the one blocking my mouth. The size and shape of the creature seemed to retract, though I could barely make it out in the darkness. It released my ankles and I felt it grow smaller. One remained at my ear while another pressed lightly on my abdomen. And then I felt it between my legs, like the Toothless snakes from my dreams. It was thin enough but it tickled and squirmed through my passage and I couldn't help but remember how alive it was. I almost squealed from the fullness of it as it pushed forward into my womb.

"Be silent. Be strong," was the last thing I heard it say before the pressure outside my abdomen disappeared and the tendril at my ear withdrew. I stifled a groan as I felt it pulling itself through my tightness, glad for my arousal from earlier for easing the way. 

And there it was. A cold, gently moving mass deep inside me, somewhere so personal not even doctors had seen it. Now I understood why I felt bloated earlier, touching the outside of my belly in the darkness and feeling a very small swelling. I noticed it now that I knew what it was. It felt full and heavy and alien. I looked around my dark cell and felt strangely alone. This might be my last night here. Or it might just be my last night. The darkness was all around me and now even inside of me. I curled up on my blanket against the stone wall and cried.

The morning and afternoon were mostly uneventful. I didn't have much of an appetite for the cold, greyish sludge they pushed through the slat in the door. It didn't taste like anything but there were strange, chewy chunks in it that I'd always thought were meat, though what kind I'd never ruminated on. To Kragosa's credit, it had only twice made me sick and it must have contained some nutrients for I hadn't wasted away to bones. With the heavy weight at my core and the nervousness I felt at the idea of escaping, I could only manage a few bites. The hours flew by so quickly I didn't feel them until the lights went out and I waited to be collected for the quarry.

I heard the guard's footfalls in the hall and the lights flickered on again. I took my time getting to my feet, feeling the weight shift inside me. I stood as straight as I could and walked towards my cell door. The guards led me down the hall to the quarry exit. As we crossed the threshold I saw the UV band around the doorway. It made me wonder why the Perikos government would go to such lengths to imprison the creature rather than just killing it. Then I remembered the cardboard box and the bright lights. To be tortured with no allies anywhere. A horrible way to die.

They pushed me out into the quarry yard. It was approximately the length the width of a football field and guarded on three sides. It was usually just bright enough to see the large rocks in front of you before you broke your foot on one. It hadn't taken me very long to figure out that the chalky rocks we were told to break up and pile at the center were worthless. We were just moving dirt designed to be as labor intensive as possible. I seemed to share a timeslot here with a Vlornan and something else I had only heard pronounced once and couldn't replicate. Big, heavy hulking creatures but as far as I could tell more strong and aggressive than they were problem solvers. The wall was thirty feet high and wire at the top ran a current. Nothing was allowed in the yard that could possibly hope to scale the wall or break through it. I looked down at the swell of my stomach. I suppose that's where I came in useful.

I walked as slowly as I dared towards the north wall, for visibly slacking was a good way to get noticed and in trouble. I found the darkest patch halfway between the guard tower and east bastion, between an enormous slab of rock and the wall face just behind me. I should be able to hide at least for a little bit – I was frequently punished for not working hard enough anyway, since there was no way to explain to a Kragosi guard that malnourished human females could not by their very nature lug two-hundred pound rocks around the quarry.

I tried to still my breathing and my heart rate. We weren't in danger yet. It occurred to me all of a sudden that if we were about to get caught the Perikos might forget himself completely and rip me to pieces to escape and perhaps not even feel sorry for it. I counted slowly down from ten. That line of thinking wasn't helping my heart rate.

I waited for almost twenty minutes, watching the guards patrol the west wall on the far side of the quarry. I heard my quarry mates breaking stones with their hammers and it occurred to me for the first time since my second week here that either of them could have killed me by accident a hundred times by now. I really didn't belong here. 

And then all hell broke loose. The bright lights in the quarry extinguished entirely and strange, haunting siren began to sound. And I knew why. The Perikos was missing. 

I began to hyperventilate between the darkness of the quarry, fear of Brogn and the guards and misery. We weren't going to make it out.

I felt a strange cramping feeling in my belly, like something twisting, stretching. And I feared being torn apart and left as a diversion. Then the pain was gone and I felt something cool and serpentine in my passage. I covered my mouth to stifle a groan and I felt the coolness twist around my thighs and then my ankles. The lights were off! We stood a chance at least!

Brogn must have realized this too, for I heard his grunt rip across the quarry and the lights went back on again. The darkness would have worked for me; I wouldn't have moved. Now the dark quarry was being traced by bright spotlights the same as the ones outside the Perikos' cell. A beam was heading right for us, tracing the path I'd taken across the yard. The Vlornan and the other alien had stopped working and seemed to be looking around as well. 

"Now what?" I whispered, not really expecting a response. Now we get caught, I thought. The Perikos seemed to pounce at me again, wrapping itself around my back and neck, coiling around my shoulders and into my hair and ear again.

"Run!"

I didn't wait to ask what direction – the light beam was almost upon us. I took off towards the west wall as fast as I could run. I heard a jumble of voices – of course we'd been spotted, but we were harder to shoot. It was too late I realized the Vlornan was headed towards me, fast, faster than I could stop or change direction. Something flew in front of my field of vision then I felt like I was flying. I felt my body hit the wall first and slide down. Everything was spinning and it felt like my head had been split open. I looked up to see another spot heading towards us and then my vision went all dark as I heard a loud cracking sound. Like an old gun I thought and wondered for a moment if the darkness meant I was dying. Suddenly the light returned long enough for me to see an arm of shadow reach out to the Vlornan who hit me and knock it ten feet in the air so the creature landed on its head with a sickening crunch. My own head throbbed then and I felt no pity. 

Suddenly I was growing. I look down to see shadows had engulfed my legs and hips, cool and undulating, as well as my arms. The darkness expanded, coating my waist and breasts, surrounding my aching head except for my eyes and nose. The shadows where my legs were grew tall, almost the height of the quarry wall. I heard those reverbing gun cracks again and wondered how they could miss us.

The Perikos's shadow enveloped my eyes and nose as well now and I felt a strange vaulting sensation and then my stomach went into my throat. We were falling! I couldn't see and I couldn't breath. I was surrounded by darkness and falling. 

Note: This is my first submission to literotica I've been meaning to for a while but I'm extremely shy about this kind of thing.. I intend to publish Part Two soon. I'm pleased to hear any feedback or suggestions.



The Cell Mate Pt. 02



I apologize for the delay is posting the continuation to my original submission. I have a problem submitting my writing. I can't even read comments. Chalk up in immense insecurity and chronic bashfulness. More is coming soon. Thank you.

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The darkness of the creature wrapped around me was so think I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't even breathe. But I felt us fall, that sick plummeting freefall even though I couldn't hear the wind wail past my ears or see the ground rushing towards my face.

I felt a sharp impact and we continued to fall, more slowly now and everything became colder. I tried desperately to pull air into my lungs but couldn't and I thrashed within the body of darkness around me. I was suffocating. 

Something pushed past my lips and a rush of cold, wet air filled my lungs and I sucked at it greedily. The Perikos was giving my air -- how I didn't know. There was a strange weightless sensation and I felt like we were floating up again and then drifting slowly tides of icy gunmetal seawater. There were cliffs just over a kilometer away atop which I could see the guard towers and flashing lights from Kragrosa. We made it.

I collapsed on the rocks and watched the shifting blackness of the Perikos push over the rocks to move beside me, a swishing tendril sliding along my neck before settling at my ear.

"We can't rest long. They know which way we went and they will track us. My escape changes everything for Kragosa."

My head throbbed at the suggestion of running and my hand came away caked in bright red blood. My stomach turned over again. It must have been when I hit the wall. Or more accurately when the Vlornan threw me into it. I groaned.

"What's the matter?" the Perikos asked.

"I'm bleeding. I can't tell how bad it is," I said.

Another dark tendril rose to my forehead. I grit my teeth against its touch but it was surprisingly gentle. 

"The wound is not deep," said the Perikos, its music careful, measured. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," I answered. No point in lying. "But if you say it's not a big deal I believe you. Head wounds tend to bleed."

"Very well. We will go as slow as I dare and tell me if the pain increases. But they will find us if we linger."

I got to my feet, looking across the dark beach. I couldn't see over the nearest hill but the chalky, flaking earth outside Kragosa seemed to bare close resemblance to what they had us chipping in the quarry. 

"Why the ocean?" I asked. I hadn't known there was an ocean outside Kragosa, if an ocean was indeed what it was. But plummeting into the sea seemed, in hindsight, a bit dramatic. The Perikos could have just as easily have expanded in size so we landed softly on the ground, couldn't it? Maybe I wouldn't have worried about suffocating.

The tendril that had followed in my ear played a tune I hadn't heard before but recognized immediately. Indignation. "Perhaps if you had run the other direction instead of straight towards the sea wall we might have had an easier landing and a swifter escape. And you might have been spared to Vlornan's blow."

I felt myself bristling. "How was I supposed to know which way to run? You just said run, you didn't say which way -"

"There is ocean on two sides of the Kragosa prison: the west and south side. Had you stayed at the north -- "

"You told me to run!"

"-- or ran to the east --"

"You could have mentioned that before it was too late!" My voice was carrying now and I worried someone would hear. I was naked and alone and hurt on some strange, hostile and barren planet with a creature I didn't know and only barely trusted. They would send out search teams to look for us and the best I could hope for was to be recaptured. Or they might just kill me. And if they had any brains at all they'd send the teams out during the day, when the Perikos couldn't help me, couldn't hide me. I'd fucked up already and if we were going to get caught, it would be my fault. I wiped away angry tears.

"Are you upset?" I heard it ask.

"Nevermind. Let's go if we're going. Lead the way."

I followed the Perikos away from the beach and up the hill as we headed roughly north away from the prison. I could already feel tears in the soles of my feet from the jagged stones that made up the Kragosan terrain as far as I could see, trying not to think of trackers following the trails of blood and skin I left behind me. When I wasn't taking in the landscape or checking over my shoulder for signs pursuit I watched the Perikos. Its movement over land was hypnotizing. It seemed to skirt over darkness, barely touching the earth, its gait long and fluid. It didn't leave tracks and I was pretty sure it didn't need to move so slowly either. Each forward movement contained a smooth, muscled tension. It reminded me of a powerful runner slowing so a toddler could keep up. I tried to walk faster.

We reached the top of a steady incline which overlooked a valley below. A serpentine creek split the valley in two and on one side it appeared to be the remains of a village, seemingly deserted. Several of the houses lay in ruins, some which looked as though they'd been burned to the ground. On the other side looked to be the remains of a quarry and perhaps also a mine judging by the shadows that seemed to form a sloping cave, though it was hard to tell in the fading moonlight. My stomach growled ferociously and I wondered if there were any fish in that creek. The Perikos moved swiftly towards me then and seemed to expand in size once more, swelling until he was three times as large as I was. I looked around, straining to listen for a shuttle the voices of Kragosi guards. I heard nothing.

"What is it?" I whispered. The tendril slipped into my ear again, its music barely audible. 

"I heard something a moment ago."

I took me a moment and then I began to laugh. The Perikos turned towards me then and I could read its confusion as clearly as though it had a face. I laughed even harder, so much so my belly began to ache. 

"It was me. My stomach."

"Are you unwell?"

"I'm hungry," I said, the corners of my mouth sore from grinning. 

The Perikos seemed to relax. It shrank back to its previous size, not quite as tall but certainly larger than me. "If you do not eat you will be too unhealthy to -- to travel when night falls again. That is the best time to make progress," it added hastily. It was hiding something, though what I couldn't tell. Food first, I decided. If there was any.

"There's a village and a valley with a mine below. Do you know what grows here?" I asked the Perikos.

"Not the specific species, no, nor could I judge their edibility. There are likely some specimens still remaining by the abandoned village so that is most likely where fauna exists this in area. Come."

I followed the Perikos down the slope and into the valley, heading towards the village. I asked it how it knew for certain the village was abandoned.

"There are no surviving settlements within five hundred kilometers of the prison. It was mandated by the Intergalactic Judicial Council."

Something else I didn't know. But it made hiding out here easier.

We arrived at the edge of the abandoned village. The houses looked like a mixture of stone and something else -- it couldn't have been wood since there were no trees but whatever it was had been set on fire who knows how long ago. There were little clusters of shrubs by what looked like an old ruined well. Movement caught my eye and just as the Perikos had predicted there was an animal there, small and furry with long ears and no visible tail. There was a blur of dark motion of a thumping sound and the Perikos laid the dead thing at my feet. I felt a moment of remorse, mostly because it was cute, but was thankful I didn't have to try and catch it and kill it myself. I was never very good at killing animals.

I bent over to pick it up by its long ears. "Is there any way to cook this do you think?" I was beginning to feel pretty high maintenance but I knew I couldn't eat raw meat and keep it down.

"The shrub is dry and there is tinder. It is best to light it inside a house since shuttles overhead would be less likely to notice the smoke. We should cook it as quickly as possible and then move away from the village -- they would likely look for us here. We'd be better off near the mine."

That seemed like sound reasoning. I took my dinner and a handful of dry shrubbery into the house and came back to collect some stones to strike a fire. My father had been one of the first wave of colonists on Ferox 4 and he'd taken survival very seriously with us kids. We knew how to make a shelter, to cook and skin animals (I was never good at the killing part) and how to start a fire for warmth. Of course, that was on Ferox 4. Making a shelter and starting a fire on Ferox 4 had a lot to do with firewood and we had none. I had to try though so I gathered the brush together and began trying to strike a fire. The Perikos hung in the open doorway, perhaps watching the sky.

After close to ten minutes I finally hit paydirt and fed more brush into the growing flames. I found a sharp rock and began skinning the animal and removing some of its organs. I cooked the creature as the moon disappeared from the sky and dawn neared. The Perikos alternated between watching me and looking out towards the valley. 

"Do you want any?" I asked, offering it some of my meat. It was lean and actually quite sweet if maybe a little undercooked. A least a thousand times better than what they fed me at Kragosa.

The Perikos moved its body from side to side as though shaking its head no. I shrugged. "What do you eat then? You must be hungry."

It moved across the earthen floor of the hut then, closing distance between us, the tendril at my ear once more. "I do not eat animals."

I frowned. "Plants?"

"No," the Perikos said. 

"Then what?" I asked. We were getting near honesty here. I was fairly confident it wasn't fattening me up since I was sure I was little more than a clumsy animal to it anyway.

The Perikos took its time answering as I finished eating and shifted away from the rapidly dying flames. Finally, it said, "Emotions."

I didn't know whether it was joking or not. "What, like sadness?"

Again the Perikos waited to answer. "More like adrenaline then. Arousal. Fear." 

I tensed and closed my arms around me. "What do you mean 'fear'?"

When the Perikos finally responded it was very quiet. "Where I am from famine always follows slaughter and then war. Such energies sustain us well."

"How did you…feed in Kragosa then?" I knew I didn't really want to hear the answer."

The Perikos moved until it was immediately in front of me, less than a foot from my face. Our only contact was through the tentacle at my ear, allowing me to hear the haunting melody it played now. "Whatever you have heard of death chambers and torture was false. The condemned were given to sustain me. I fed from them until they faded."

I was frozen where I sat. "Is that what Brogn gave me to you for? Is that what was supposed to happen?" My voice was loud and shrill. I couldn't control myself.

"No," the Perikos answered softly, hushing my protest. I needed to hear it deny I was supposed to die that day. "Yours was not a death sentence. You are the only creature I had touched in Kragosa who was ever supposed to leave my cell alive. Brogn was careless. But perhaps he knew I would die if he didn't give me something soon."

"I don't understand."

A tendril reach to touch the swell of my breast. I bit my lip; it felt so tender, so good, even after what I'd just learned. 

"Arousal can be just as potent as fear to us. Yours is. I don't wish to harm or kill but my life the most important thing to me. What you have…" and twisting tendril slid down my stomach to press lightly between the cleft at my mound "…is a sweeter feast than anything at Kragosa, than anything from my Home. Everything you feel is so potent. So…delicious. You fear because you slow my escape, because you know what I am capable of, you fear that I will kill you or leave you on this planet. But I needed you for more than escaping the prison walls. You are my sustenance and you will fuel our escape. I will protect you from harm. You are too valuable to lose." 

I felt the tendril press at me again, harder this time. It was dark, heavy and cool against my searing nakedness. It ground against my clit sending little bursts of warmth through my gut. The Perikos closed the distance between us, two thick black tentacles encircling my breasts, milking their weight and tweaking my hardening nipples. A third tentacle bound itself around my wrists, holding them tightly behind me, forcing me to arch my back and thrust my chest forward. So unnecessary because I didn't want it to stop, I didn't want to fight it. I thought after over a year being tied down or caged up I would hate this, be disgusted or furious but I felt another dark appendage trace my sopping slit and I knew I was addicted to whatever this was. But then I felt another slide over my face and cover my eyes, blocking out what little light filled the hollow hut. I tried to twist away, began to panic and buck against the darkness.

"Be still. Some fear is necessary. Beautiful and potent. Be afraid of the dark if you must, be afraid of the power I have over you." The tentacles squeezed my body, holding me still as the tip of a hard, thick width I remembered from the Perikos' cell probed my puffy lips, spreading me wide. I felt a cool, coiled weight press against my naked chest, between by swollen, aching breasts and I felt my heart race to meet the touch, unbidden. "Do not fear me and my hunger, fear your own. I know what you need. I can feel it."

I felt the full weight and width of its intrusion as the first thrust drove me down to my knees. I wrenched my shoulder pulling from my bonds to put a hand out to steady myself as I lost balance completely and toppled onto my hand and knees. Without missing its rhythm, the Perikos withdrew fully before slamming into me hard, rocking my body forward, ploughing almost painfully past my barrier and stretching me wide open. The tendrils that had released my wrists as I fell forward gathered to spread my thighs wider and wrap themselves around my throat. I swallowed hard as I felt them encircle my neck, press against my racing pulse. I almost screamed as the thick rod of muscle pounded against my gaping wet pussy once more and the tendril forcing my legs apart seemed to grow thicker, wider in the night and began to nuzzle hard against my stiff little clit. The spasmed scream that tore from my throat was too loud for the Perikos, who used the opportunity to plunge another expanding tendril down my throat and stifle my cry.

"As sweet and succulent as you taste, for now at least I must enforce silence," said the Perikos before delivering a driving, toe-curling thrust. I was close and the Perikos knew it. "Or perhaps it is too much to hope you will assent to me feeding on you as I am now when we both are safe and away?" The word 'feeding' made me drool around my gag, and I tried desperately, almost helplessly to thrust back against the creature's massive cock. It thrust into me once more and it seemed wider, longer than ever as though it was set to grow large enough it would stretch so wide I would never recover. Tendrils twisted through my hair, rubbed by puffy nipples and wound themselves between my toes and around my fingers as the Perikos fucked me harder. I felt my knees chafing in the dust as I let this powerful, alien thing ride me hard and fast, pressing against almost every tender inch of my body, feeding on my every stifled moan and murmur. I suckled the tentacle in my throat, treating it like a cock as I laved it with my tongue. The pressure built inside me, fit to burst. I was so close.

A cool, even blow landed hard on the meat of my ass and I fell flat on my stomach, legs and pussy quivering from the electric current that coursed from my arches to the my roots of my hair. I sucked the tentacle harder as I came and heard as much as felt the rod between my legs make its slippery, wet exit. The tendrils withdrew themselves slowly from my body until the one in my mouth and the one covering my eyes were all that remained. I suckled longingly as one in my mouth pulled back and the dimmest flicker of firelight blinded me momentarily. Suddenly I felt shy again, became hyper-aware of my wetness, of my strange perversion, even if it was useful. I felt stupid.

Strong limbs coiled around my waist, righting me as though nothing had happened, as if we were just too strangers standing in a burnt out old building. My feelings of humiliation intensified; I felt my face burn and as my sight returned I concentrated on staring out the window. It couldn't be more than an hour before daylight. I was tired and thirsty and feeling much more anxious and much less sexual. Getting seduced by criminal alien tentacles was not on the agenda if we were going to make it through the next fifteen hours and for that we were on my watch. And I could get us killed.

"What now?" I said, sounding churlish. 

"We need shelter," said the Perikos, his tendril spouted musically. Pragmatic, survival music. If it noticed my tone, it didn't care. It had its priorities straight from the beginning and just because my species was inclined to complicate the matter didn't mean anything. We were in this together for one reason only: survival. It was time to man up and contribute more than just my girl parts.

"Why not here?" I asked.

"No, as I said, this will be the first place they look. Traces of settlement. Familiarity. Shelter. Let us check the mine to see if it is suitable. Come. We don't have very long."

So much for contributing. It would have to be a mine, somewhere dark and enclosed. I took the remaining strips of roasted fuzzy animal and followed the Perikos across the narrow valley towards the creek. My mouth felt dry and my lips were split in several places. I noticed my head throbbing again -- it hurt so much I was surprised I had ever managed to ignore it. 

The creek was cold and shallow and Perikos crossed it in one graceful stride, barely rising its dark mass off the ground between one shore and another. I bent forward to drink and noticed the scrape on my head. It looked like an area of skin the size of my palm had been scraped away from my head. Shallow, sure, but still oozing, bruised and matted with dust and dirty hair. I splashed it with some creek water and felt the burning coldness wash away the worst of the grime. The water was sweet too and salved my parched throat as I drank as much as I could without being sick. The Perikos waited for me without comment but I thought I could almost feel its nerves as the horizon slowly began to lighten.

I waded into the cold and out the other side, my insides sloshing with glacial water as I hurried through the craggy dust after the Perikos. As we got closer to the rocky overhang above what seemed to be the mine I saw that the underground shaftway had collapsed. The stone had given or the supports substance had rotted out, though I didn't see how they could if they were as inorganic as everything else. Either way, I wasn't sure but the rocky outcropping above only offered superficial shelter. I was actually relieved. I didn't want to hide all day in an abandoned mine on an alien planet. I would have died of fear before nightfall.

"What do you see?" asked the Perikos.

I frowned. The Perikos knew which direction we ought to be traveling in, the layout of the prison and the quarry schedules; it knew about the abandoned village and it caught my dinner before I could build a trap. And they were supposed to be sightless.




The Cell Mate Pt. 02



"Can we use the mine?" it asked again. The Perikos seemed to sense my question before I had time to ask it. "I have an immense memory and many means and sources for obtaining information. I promise you we are traveling the correct way. I can sense movement and temperature but I do not 'see' as you do. What do you see?"

"But you knew about the village," I said.

"You told me there was one. I knew from my memory it could not be inhabited."

"But you knew about the mine," I insisted.

"Human!" The music sounded angry now, loud and commanding. "We do not have time to linger, the star will come and its light will mean both of our deaths if we do not have shelter! Is it safe?"

I looked at the old mine, thoroughly abashed. "The shaft has caved in but the entrance is set into the stone a little. The rocky outcropping would provide some cover at least and I'd have about six feet by maybe twelve feet of relative darkness judging by the angle of the outcropping. Of course I might be completely wrong and the sun will shine in full bore at high noon."

"Thank you. It will do. It is all we have time for." The Perikos' song was much softer and it wrapped a tendril around my wrist, pulling me under the cover of the rocky canopy. 

"We will need to move faster tomorrow and for that I will need my full strength. I will not be able to help you if I sense any UV light. You would do your best to stay where you are and sleep as much as you can and I will do the same. I shall see you tomorrow when the night has come. Do not be frightened and do not feel ill-used. I am not angry. I was only afraid. Lie down and it will be more comfortable."

I did as I was told and bent my knees and opened my legs wide. I braced my tender insides for intrusion when I remembered the little nagging hurt I still felt. "Um, rather than 'human', if you need to call me something, call me Jayn," I said.

"Jayn is your title?"

"My personal name. What's yours?" I could have laughed. So intimate and yet we didn't know the first thing about one another.

"We don't have names as you do. We know one another by touch, by…song," it said, shrinking rapidly in size, its tendrils delicately spreading me open, its touch incredibly gentle.

"I need to call you something. It's hard to conceive of something without a name."

"How have you conceived of me until now?" Its song was soft, retreating away as it poised itself at my entrance. I saw the glowing dawn on the horizon. 

"As what you are because you are the only one I've ever met." I admitted my hypocrisy.

"So call me Perikos. It does not offend me. It is not a word we use at Home but if it helps you that I am called something, then that shall be my name."

"G-good-night, Perikos," I whispered, bracing myself against it.

"You are not alone, Jayn. Not anymore," Perikos' song whispered back before retreating inside me to press against my barrier until it gave way and I felt that heavy, bloated sensation as the sky above me was bathed in dawn sunlight. I reached down to stroke my distended belly and realized I had never seen the sun on Kragosa.



The Cell Mate Pt. 03



I awoke to whistling wail overhead and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the scorching sunlight. Then the ground shook and the dust around me rippled in the wake of an enormous explosion, followed by a searing heat and a blinding light. I squinted against the shards of rocks and sand that pelted my face and saw the village was burning. From where I lay hidden on my belly in the mouth of the mine I could see three shuttles overhead and now I was awake I could hear the hum of their engines. Another explosion rocked the small valley and stones and dust shook loose from the stone above me. Would they try to bomb the mine? Would they have to? I risked a glance above me and saw a jagged crack expand across the rock face like a line being drawn on a map. Why had we chosen this place? It was so fragile and we were too close to the village. I crawled low on my stomach to the very edge of my shelter in the darkness and strained to see more of the sky. Four shuttles. That I could see. They were targeting the immediate area. Fuck, fuck, oh bloody fuck, what now? I could hear the rock above me now, hear the sharp groan as the split widened, weakened. There was no way this thing would last another firebomb from the village. It was too frail, too dry and weatherworn. Maybe over-excavated. And there was no way I could outrun four shuttles. They were trying to kill me or smoke me out into the open and so far I'd say they were doing a bang up job. 

I felt the wind pick up as the fire engulfing the village burned white hot. It was time to make some decisions. I reached down to touch the small swelling in my belly. 

"Hey, if I get us killed, I told you so," I said, though I doubted it could hear me and even if it could, it was in no position to help. 

I climbed into a crouch position and sighted the four shuttles. They were circling the village. I don't know why; if I'd been hiding there I'd be dead by now. I took a deep, ragged breath and sprinted out of the mine and away from the village as fast as I could, afraid to look back, terrified of seeing the shuttles taking aim. Behind me I heard a fire bomb that shook the earth hard and I heard the mine collapse in on itself behind me. The ground felt like it was coated in shrapnel as it sliced the pads of my feet and cauterized them with the heat of the sand all at once. I felt my heart propelling my body over the hill on the other side of the valley and down again. The space in front of me in every direction was flat and barren. There was hardly any cover, no neighboring mine shafts or dense tree lines on the horizon. 

Then my eyes focused on what looked like a huge cotton ball, filmy and white through the heat waves. From all I could guess it was more than a kilometer away and I felt my gut clench and twist as I heard the hum from the shuttles over the roar of the burning village in my wake. I couldn't look back; I kept running. I didn't care what it was and I didn't care why it was there. It was better than being bombed and it was better than dying at in prison, if that was even an option anymore. 

I felt the blistering air cut across my skin and felt my naked thighs chafe and burn as my feet tore across the desert sand. I couldn't even feel them anymore. My eyes watered and my throat stung with dehydration. The hum grew louder overhead and I closed my eyes and let my body carry me. I felt my feet hurl me sideways as something hotter than sunlight, hotter than the burning village kicked up the dirt where I had been only moments before. Zig zag, I remembered as the red laser they had aimed at me burned itself out momentarily. I'd be harder to hit but not by much. They had a planetary shuttle and I was naked and without cover. Or even shoes. I scrambled to my feet and felt my body hurl itself towards the big white ball on the horizon. The only possibility of cover, the only possibility for respite. I charged forward and fell back suddenly, avoiding another ray. Either they were out of fire bombs or they were supposed to bring me back alive. The threat of death by rape and torture propelled me faster still. Their laser must be charging. Hah, more money into fortifying the prison than updating the ancient shuttles. I was almost there. The strange puffball loomed above me as tall as a radio tower and almost perfectly circular. I saw an opening in it too, big enough to land a personal cruiser in but not big enough for the shuttles. They'd come anyway. I didn't want to trap myself but there was only so long I could run around the perimeter to avoid them. I sprinted hard and fast through the entrance to the big white ball and stepped inside.

It was cool and dim and the floor and walls were hard and shiny and smooth. The entrance seemed to extend into a passageway spiraling towards the interior. Some kind of animal had lived here once and maybe still did. I braced myself too for the force of the laser blasting or even penetrating my sanctuary but though I strained to hear the whir and hum on the shuttle engines, I heard nothing but the cool rush of air from deeper inside the lair.

I frowned and padded as softly as I could towards the entrance, straining as my eyes tried to adjust to the noon sun as I searched the skies for the shuttles. I counted four little blots on the dusty horizon heading back towards the village and I suppose to the prison. 

Oh, fuck me. What the hell would make airborne ships turn around and leave without recovering me and Perikos? What in the name of holy motherfuck would inspire four shuttles to firebomb somewhere they thought I was hiding and to retreat when they had me corned? What did they know that I didn't?

I felt a panic set in, worse than the one I felt in the quarry yard and I felt even more desperate now than I did waiting for the cave to collapse on my head. If I ran away now they could easily come back to get me and Stars alone knew the next time I would find some cover, some shade. Maybe this thing I was standing in was abandoned, empty, just a used husk from some long-dead critter. 

Or maybe it was only a matter of minutes before it came back and fucking ate me whole. I should have stayed in prison.

After pacing back and forth for twenty horrible minutes I decided to walk around the perimeter of the ball to see if I could gain any obvious clues as to what I'd gotten myself into. The ball was close to perfectly round, perfectly white and perfectly hard and even. There was no molted skin by the entrance or trail of ooze and I couldn't see any creature roughly the size of the capture shuttles plodding its way towards me from any direction. I also couldn't see any other shelter. The land was wide and scorching. I could see craggy hills far in the distance. From what I remembered we were supposed to be heading north and Kragosa rotated east to west around the sun. That would mean I had ran too far west but not by a lot. The craggy hills were highest in the west. No forests or rivers to speak of and no plants or animals that I could see. I'd die of thirst or heatstroke if I started out from here without knowing if we were to continue North. The days were longer than I was used to and Perikos didn't leave me with directions. In its version of events I would just lay low in the shade and remain peacefully unperturbed till nightfall. So much for that. I looked up at the sun, high and hot in the sky. We were almost halfway through. What did that mean? Eight more hours till sunset? Eight more hours until it wasn't my job to keep us alive anymore?

I climbed back inside the cool white ball and waited just at the lip, poised to scram if I heard or felt anything. I needed to rest. I'd spent over six months in the dark. I looked at my torn and bleeding feet and tried not to think about the gash in my head or how thirsty I was. Only eight more hours and Perikos would help me. I looked down at my belly and felt something flip flop though I don't think it was Perikos. I felt myself moisten at thought of it feeding on me, needing my arousal. My eyes got heavy. I wondered vaguely if involuntarily lubricating would dehydrate me even more…

I awoke to feel the ground shaking beneath me though from within or without the white ball I couldn't tell. I jumped to my feet and dashed from the ball into the open sunlight and saw it. It was as big as my house on Ferox 4. It looked like a frilled lizard with two clawed, muscular legs and a scaled, serpentine back half. It was iridescent white and its face and neck seemed to be covered in strange orange hairs that bristled as it twisted its enormous head to look at me. I froze in place.

The thing let out a screeching, feral roar and its face seemed to expand and the orange hairs bristled, obscuring its eyes and mouth. I turned to run and felt a gust of hot air behind me, feeling its footfall. I ran hard, gasping air into my lungs and I felt the ground shake as it chased me from its home, screeching as I struggled to stay ahead of it. I felt a sharp, keen puncturing pain in the meat of my ass and I think I heard myself scream but I didn't slow. I ran as hard and fast as I could, until I couldn't feel it follow or hear its cries anymore.

I turned to see the white ball, as distant from me now as it was from the mine. I couldn't make out the creature; it must have retreated back inside. It hadn't meant to eat me, just to scare me away. It worked I thought, as I staggered forwards onto my knees and reached behind me to inspect the burning puncture wound in my ass. 

I felt something long and thin like a wire protruding from the wound like an antenna. I grit my teeth and pulled but rather than coming lose I felt the wire snap off near the wound. I reached with my other hand and felt something like a stinger the size and thickness of a toothpick poking out from the wound. I tried to clutch it between my fingernails and pull but it hurt so much I couldn't touch it without aggravating the burning puncture mark. I inspected the piece that had broken off and it was long and stiff and orange like the bristles around the creature's face. I pursed my lips. Terrific. Best case scenario, gangrene sets in. Worst case, I have a couple more minutes of consciousness before I die from some sort of neurotoxin. I contemplated punching the hell out of my stomach but I figured all told that would hurt me more than Perikos. I was out on my ass in the middle of a godforsaken desert planet armpit of the universe at high bloody noon and I had better pick a direction and start walking because otherwise the shuttles or the sun or some huge fucking alien monster would come finish me off before I could die from the venom.

North, I decided and began moving that way, feeling a strange internal heat flowing through my arms and legs as I walked. Probably I was making it much worse, spreading the poison through my body much faster by walking. Probably I was screwed anyway unless I lasted till nightfall and Perikos happened to be a sightless tentacle doctor. 

I felt like I'd been walking for hours and my feet were worn and properly bloody now. My joints ached badly as I walked and I kept thinking I was hearing the shuttles hum overhead but when I looked it was just a wide, cloudless sky. I wasn't sure I was going to right way anymore, if the right way was north. Maybe Kragosa didn't rotate evenly east to west because I'd changed course a few hours ago, realizing I'd been wrong about which direction was north but now I didn't know anymore. Was it three hours till nightfall or four? Maybe only one. Maybe I'd been walking for longer than I realized. The sun kept speeding up and slowing down. The land in front of me stretched out wide and unremarkable. The craggy hills were only a few kilometers away now. No streams or rivers. My head throbbed inside and out and it felt foggy and heavy. I wasn't hot anymore. Everything below my ankles and a large portion of my backside was very cold and I kept imagining I was walking on fields of snow rather than sand.

"You've probably never seen snow," I told the Perikos. It occurred to me now that it was foolish not to talk to it, rude even, and at any rate the conversation kept me thinking. "I mean, of course you've never seen it, I mean you probably don't know what it is, which is a pity. It's frozen water crystals, you see?" I began to giggle as I imagined the Perikos stretched out in the snow, wriggling its many tentacles to make freakish angel. "It's white and fluffy and very cold – well, you probably figured that out when I said 'frozen', but snow is great. You'd really like it, it's hardly ever sunny when it snows."

It felt harder to breath and the air I took in felt colder, sharper. My fingertips felt like wool and the craggy hills ahead of me looked just like the J.D. Wharton Music Hall in Blythwood on Ferox 4. I had heard the symphony play there twice growing up. They had four hundred different instruments, the Blythwood Symphony Orchestra. My father was right, it was worth the price of admission.

I heard something crackling and felt the fire a few feet from me rather than seeing it. My eyelids seemed to be stuck closed. Something wide and thick and cool was wrapped tightly around my torso and it held me in place as I tried to roll towards the fire to warm myself. Something tickled at my neck and then my earlobe and then it pressed inside. I groaned and reached to swat it away.

"Shh. Please hold still."

That music sounded like Perikos. It was back. "Wha –?" My lips were chapped, my tongue felt like yarn.

"Don't talk," Perikos said. I felt my sticky eyelids part slowly, one eyelash at a time. I felt hung-over, so thirsty and aching. I wiggled my fingers experimentally. Then my toes. I felt a sharp, burning point of pain on my ass and it throbbed like mad. I also felt sore below that, like I'd been roughed up down there. The pain wasn't as sharp but it went much deeper.

"Whatha ell happend?" I slurred.

"You were injured," Perikos' tune was measured, gentle. "Something venomous entered your bloodstream. I do not know if your body chemistry is such that you ignored the paralysis I believe was meant to set in or whether you saved yourself – it feels as though much of the stinger was removed and in doing so, much of the venom."

I remembered pulling away the orange bristle that felt thick like a wire. Well damn. Something that went right. Well, right by comparison.

"I have removed the rest of the stringer and done what I can to alleviate the effects of the venom. I have determined that it breaks down in the presence of heat so I have built a fire. I have kept your lower body elevated and have applied as much pressure as I am comfortable doing to your midsection to prevent any further flow of the venom to your heart."

Knock me down, I thought. Perikos is a doctor. Though from the sound of it I saved myself. And it couldn't have been that toxic because elevation and all the rest are probably too little, too late. Or would have been. Yikes.

"I imagine it is painful?" said Perikos.

"Yes," I said, my mouth finally wet enough to facilitate proper speech. The throbbing inside me continued and I frowned, trying to remember if I'd fallen on something. "Actually, I hurt more…elsewhere, if you can believe it."

Silence. No music, just the crackling fire in front of us. I couldn't see what would cause a fire to burn, couldn't see any wood or paper or anything else but the orange flame set against the chalk white dirt.

"So why am I hurting do you think?" I asked, finding it hard to keep the anger out of my voice. 

Perikos was silent another moment. I waited it out, hoping it felt ashamed. Finally, it answered in careful, quiet notes. "I am sorry. You were dying and I became panicked."

I bit down hard on my lip and tasted blood. My throat felt swollen again. "How bad?"

"You are…in-tact. There is…some tearing. And some bruising. You are swollen. The…bleeding has stopped."

I felt my eyes begin to water with the anger and indignation that surged through my chest. I was the pack animal, the weak baggage that hurt this mission more than I helped. I was a hindrance and now the most personal, vulnerable part of me had been halfway ripped apart by a creature that was worried his body cavity and buffet were in jeopardy. I was furious that I even cared. "Let me down."

"I do not think -"

"I don't care what you think, put me down now!" My voice wavered with emotion and I felt even angrier. Perikos complied, setting me on my feet. Everything from my bellybutton to my knees ached and my head throbbed worse still. I felt dizzy and nauseated. I was tired of looking weak and I turned my back to the pulsing mass of darkness and stared at the dying fire.

"I understand your anger," Perikos said softly.

I felt my fist clench hard, involuntary. "Do you?" My tone was so cutting and cruel it surprised even me.

"Yes," it answered. "I understand that you are angry because I could not help you and you were fearful and alone."

I spun around then without thinking and ran at it, raised my arms high in the air and started pummeling it as hard as I possibly could. Of course it felt no fault! Of course everything that happened to me was because I was weak and pathetic. 

"You talked me into this!" My screech was shrill and cold in the still night. "You made me leave!" I punched the mass as hard as I could and its muscled density seemed to deflect the entire forced of my blow. "You left me by the mine even though you knew they'd search there!" I struck again, my hand smarting painfully. "You tore me open trying the save your ticket off his hellhole of a planet! Don't say you understand me! You don't know me and you don't care!"

I raised another fist to strike Perikos but when I connected I felt my hand plunge inside the darkness. It closed around my skin, trapping my hand. I used my other as leverage to push against it and that hand too was sucked into Perikos' mass and I stood there facing it, immobilized unless I wanted to risk my feet as well. My eyes were streaming now, my face sun burnt and wet and covered in grime. I stood there dumbly, unable to turn or run or hide my face. Thoroughly defeated.

Perikos stood there in silence as I sobbed and I wondered if it was furious with me for my tantrum, whether it would scream at me or hit me back. I felt humiliated and exhausted and still pretty ill. My sobs became gasping teary hiccups when I finally heard the Perikos' music in my ear again.

"You are sad and angry and fearful that I do not care if you live or not unless it affects my survival. Perhaps you think I would leave you to die when we reach the station rather than share another moment with such an irksome creature as yourself?" 

I averted my eyes since I could do little else.

"Would it relieve you to know that I like you? That I could not enjoy your fear as I rested because I could not control its outcome? I have never in my life lit a fire and I detest the flames but I know the method and I helped you yesterday and today I stoked a fire from anything I could find, for it would help you recover sooner. I found a desert plant containing a good deal of water and forced you to drink so you wouldn't die."

I felt waves of shame humiliation burn at my face and eyes and I tried to pull away but the black mass held fast to my hands.

"Due to your heat exhaustion, dehydration and hallucinations you traveled eighteen kilometers west of our course. You have already spent much of the dark hours recovering from your ailments. I do not blame you for any of this. I was very afraid you were too ill to help and in my haste to save help you, I hurt your body and for that I am very regretful. When I feel emotion it is easy for me to forget my strength and power even though I know I must be gentle with your small body."




The Cell Mate Pt. 03



A thin tendril slid through my hair and stroked my cheek. I felt incredibly stupid but I almost felt something else, something warm and bright deep in my chest. Perikos liked me and had worried for me as a person, not just a vehicle. I didn't want to admit how pleased I felt. And stupid. Whether he liked me or not was supposed to be irrelevant. We were partners in crime and we needed to get off Kragosa as soon as possible. No time for anymore stupid, girlish indulging of feelings or human sensibilities about privacy or the whole my-body-is-temple sanctity. Bullshit. My body was hurting because I served a very important purpose today; keeping us alive till nightfall. Time to move on.

"What now?" I asked after a moment, though what I wished we could do now is find a river or a lake or hell, even a big puddle. I was still parched.

"Now, little Shade, we should go north as fast as we can." Perikos released my hands finally and the thin tendril at my cheek nudged my shoulder so I faced away from rather than towards its body.

"Little Shade? What does that mean?"

"Ah, I apologize, Jayn. It is a term of endearment to younger of my race."

"Hey, how do you know I'm not older than you?"

Perikos' blackness enveloped my middle as well as my arms up the elbows and my legs as far up as the knees. Its music seemed pleasant, amused. "Very well, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four by the Ferox 4 year."

The music sounded like tinkling bells. "Well, I confess I do not know how long a Ferox 4 year is by comparison, since our race is nomadic and move with the rotation of the planet. One rotation every two cycles of our planet around its star. To compare with Kragosa's year I would have lived ninety-seven years."

I balked. That was over 112 on Ferox 4. "Does that make you old?"

A sound like bells again. "On Ferox 4? I am not sure. Among my kind I am still young enough to be dangerous. Are you comfortable? Do you feel much pain?"

Besides the throbbing below my waist from the poison and the other thing, I felt fine and said as much. Then Perikos began to grow, to swell like a balloon in the darkness. I felt my body raised off the ground, felt the ground in its entirety fall away until Perikos' body was near the size of the white ball and I felt like a grain of sand lost in its mass.

It began to move, to glide, fast and graceful over the dusty desert floor. I was glad I wasn't afraid of heights, I thought, pressing back into its dark body nonetheless, savoring the ease of it, the cool breeze that brushed my face so high up.

"If you see any water let me know!" I called, feeling my voice snatched away in the wind. 

The tendril replaced itself by the shell of my ear. "Yes, I am searching. I know you are still weak from thirst, I can feel it in your muscles. When I find water we shall stop a moment. Besides your thirst, are you well? I do not feel any fear from you as we travel, though I anticipated I would."

"If you're looking to feed that way you're out of luck," I told it. "This is amazing! No fear here, sorry."

"Do not apologize. If you say you are happy then I am pleased in this one instance you feel neither arousal nor fear. It is enough to feel freedom then, is it not?"

I felt a chill wind gust up around me as I watched the landscape roll by. We were moving so fast, so effortlessly. If we could have done this yesterday we'd have been in business. We might have made it to the docking station and have left already. A nagging little thought entered my head as I watched the low craggy hills float past us to the east.

If we made it there tonight or tomorrow night, what then? Would there even be ships docked there? If not, how long could we survive together on this planet? And if there was a ship, would it be a simple matter to steal it? My experience piloting was limited to one-passenger cruisers which were never meant to leave the planet's stratosphere. And which direction was Ferox 4? Could I even go back? Kragosa or not, I was still convicted and if TransmitNet got a hold of my association with Perikos I might not be welcomed back with open arms. There it was again, my gift for understatement. Plus now that Dad and Renny were gone and Mylon had left the System to go police the Andron Colonies, it isn't as though I had a family or a home to go to anymore. To top it all off, I felt a weird clenching in my stomach. There was something else there, a piercing little worry niggling at my brain. I didn't want to think about it. One step at a time.

The blemished desert of Kragosa sailed underneath Perikos as I saw the planet's moon set over the horizon. I never had time to map the constellations while I broke rocks in the quarry but when the moon set it meant the sun would return in less than two hours. The guards always marched me back to my cell long before the sun rose over the quarry.

"How much farther?" I asked.

"We cannot safely close the distance tonight and that is just as well since I understand there to be very little cover near the docking station. Use your eyes to see if you can spot somewhere safe for us to wait until nightfall."

I looked, straining my eyes in what was now near darkness. The moonlight was gone and the land far below me unchanged. No mines this time, or settlements. I wanted somewhere with shelter and water or dehydration would get me before we had a chance to storm the docking station.

"I don't see anything. No trees or gullies or anything remarkable at all. I don't know what we're going to do but we don't have a lot of time to fig – woah, wait! Is that a spring?"

Perikos ceased its gliding gait a moment. "Which direction?"

I remembered the setting moon. "Umm, south-west I think, maybe ten kilometers more? Maybe only eight."

Perikos rotated my body so I was facing south-west. It seemed to shrink in size somewhat but held my arms and legs firmly. I was still dwarfed by its immense mass. "I believe you are correct. I think there is an underground stream or lake in this area and I detect small amounts of surface water ahead. We should proceed."

I nodded as it glided forward. The air here was warmer or maybe I just wasn't as high up as I was before. We closed the distance quickly and as it grew larger I saw the spring was like a large pond, maybe twenty-five feet in diameter. It was surrounded by a little outcropping of things that had to be plants but didn't look like any I had ever seen. They looked hard and sharp and stood just taller than me by my estimation. Closer to the ground there were clumps of small, twiggy shrubs shaped like fans or umbrellas.

"It's an oasis," I said.

"I am not entirely familiar with that concept. Is it safe? Is it appropriate?" Perikos asked.

"Yes!" I said, feeling giddy with relief. "Yes, it's perfect. Better than perfect! Let me down!" 

I couldn't stop laughing as Perikos set me down gently, its mass retreating into itself in the darkness. I wasn't paying attention as I charged towards the spring. I caught my foot on a rock and lost my balance, toppling headfirst into the water. It was so cool, so refreshingly bright and clean on my skin. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful, feeling my stomach distend from the volume of it, feeling my muscles swell and strengthen and the grime slip away from my body. I felt a gentle nudge near my ear.

"You are feeling better. Do not make yourself ill. We shall stay here when the Star returns and you will be able to drink as much as you like."

There was too much truth to that to ignore, I thought, letting out an unseemly belch and hearing my stomach gurgle. Too much, too fast. I pulled myself from the pond and went to lie down at the little shore where the dirt became much finer and more regular. Perikos seemed to settle next to me, its mass not really resting on the ground or on me but instead seeming to float gracefully in the darkness. One thick, heavy tendril slid over my ribs and came to rest between my breasts.

"How long do we have?" I asked. "Before sunrise?"

"I would rather not rush my feeding. You have proven delicate, as I told you before."

I frowned, rolling away from the black snake resting over my fluttering heart. "What do you mean, 'delicate'? I'm doing my best. Remember my immune system or first aid or whatever keeping the poison at bay? Now all of a sudden I'm 'delicate'?"

"I did not mean to offend you, Little Shade. You are very robust member of your species. But I must feed before I retire and your situation is…fragile. I think it best we begin immediately."

I closed my legs tight as I felt a low, dull throb. "Isn't there something else we can do?"

"Nothing so delicious, so potent. I have given more energy than I had to expend to keep you well and move us quickly and safely. Now I ask you to keep me strong so I can protect us at nightfall."

The heavy tendril I pushed away wrapped itself around my ankle, flipping me over onto my stomach. Another reached down from above and wrapped itself round my hips, pulling me upward onto my hands and knees. The densest mass of Perikos' form pressed close to my face and I reached a hand forward to stroke the tensing rigid ball of darkness that made up its core. It was just as smooth and cool as the tentacle that snaked its way from the mass down the underside of my body, between my breasts and over my belly, coming to rest at the little nub at the apex between my legs. Other tendrils raked over my swollen, hanging breasts, twisting and tweaking and stroking. The tendril at my nub ground against my body and I came quickly, feeling my bruised and swollen lips grow slick from my arousal. I felt the movement of another shadow behind me and then I felt the tapered tip of a tentacle brush over my labia and dip ever so gently, so carefully inside before pulling out again, almost shyly. The throbbing hadn't stopped.

"I really don't see how we can…it's much too sore, you'll tear me and I won't be able to…to, er, do what I do during the day," I felt bashful all of a sudden, embarrassed by having to say it.

Then I felt the moist tentacle press gently between my cheeks and all other thoughts fled from my mind. 

I pulled away and forward. "What the hell are you doing? That wasn't part of the deal!" 

The core of Perikos' body hovered directly in front of me and I had nowhere to go as I pulled away but to press my face against it and then it happened. Its mass became pliable, malleable like before and it seemed to suck my head inside its core, cutting off all light and sound and even air, leaving the rest of my naked body helpless and exposed in the night wilderness.

I started to struggle immediately, trying to pull my head away and thrashing back and forth as hard as I could, my lungs aching for air and my neck and shoulders pulling away from the firm dark body that held my head inside it. Something blunt and thin pressed between my clenched teeth, prizing its way into my mouth and forcing air into and out of my lungs in regular, measured intervals. The tentacle supporting my abdomen and rubbing against my sensitive nub ceased its assault a moment. I felt two appendages entwine themselves around my ankles to hold my legs spread apart while a final one laced itself around my wrists, twisting my arms behind my back and out of the way of their touch.

"Please be calm, Little Shade. You will hurt yourself if you insist on struggling this way." The music was louder, somehow stronger and totally ubiquitous, sounding all around me in otherwise perfect silence. 

I felt two smaller, creeping tendrils slide over the globes of my ass, pulling my cheeks apart to reveal my clenched hole. I felt waves of hot, clammy humiliation.

"Why does it shame you? You feel desire, I can taste it. And I have already penetrated your body this way. So why do I feel so much shame and heat on your face?"

Presumably that was a rhetorical question since the force Perikos held my head in check with didn't allow me to move my jaw at all and the tendril in my mouth pressed firmly against the mouth of my mouth, impairing my tongue. I tried mumbling, groaning, willing it to understand. No, no. Dirty. Painful. Wrong. I felt the tapered wetness bump gently against my asshole. I struggled again, tried to thrash away from Perikos' limbs and all I managed to do was wrench my shoulder again.

"Why must you fight so, Sweet Shade? After what we have shared, do you not trust me? Do you not know I feel your lust for this as well as your fear? You are so sweet because you need what frightens you. Do you think I will wound you or humiliate you? I hold you this way because darkness and lack of control cause you fear but they are beginning to cause you something else. Please trust that I will look after you. I will need your energy tomorrow and this is the best way." I felt the narrowest tip press more firmly against my tightly clenched hole. "Now, if you trust me and do as I tell you I will give you what you need." The tip pressed a little harder against me. "Bear down and relax, please."

I tried, concentrating on relaxing every muscle I had, which was no mean feat with my head cut off from my naked, exposed body. Perikos was right though: it was happening whether I was ready or not. And it was right about other things too. It needed to feed on me if we were going to get off this planet and something deep in my gut clenched as I felt my pussy drip, the moisture running down my leg. Darkness and fear.

"That's right, Little Shade," The music was gentle, even sweetly soothing. The tapered tip left me a moment and intercepted the moisture as it ran down my leg, wiping it away and then I felt the pressure return at my clenched hole. The thick limb supporting my torso ground hard against my clit and I gasped but held perfectly still as the tendril at my ass pressed forward once more, more firmly now as I tried to bear down and I felt the ring of tight muscle there stretch wide as the tip pushed past that barrier. It wasn't as painful as it had been the first night with Perikos. Maybe because it had done this before or perhaps because I was trying not to struggle, or maybe for some other reason entirely. 

The tip of the tendril wiggled slightly inside me, like a worm in its hole, before pushing forward again, inserting itself deeper into my ass. My moan became a gurgle of pain as the unlubricated girth of the tendril met resistance as it tried to press inside me. The tendril within me withdrew at once and completely, leaving my ass slightly gaping and I felt oddly empty. Then the entire length of the tendril began to rub along my sopping slit, coating itself. It was replaced by still more length that coated itself in my juices. How deep did it intend to go, I wondered and felt my stomach contract again, felt fluid flow from my pussy again. Darkness and fear again.

The tip pressed against my tightening bud again and split me open, pushing slowly but firmly inside my body. "This feeling, so deep and dark and poignant is my favorite. The moment before I invade your cavity and you fear and you lust and you know you are helpless. I could do it many, many more times but the night is short and there are other flavors I have not tried." The notes were smug and lilting, possessive and serpentine and my pussy and ass clenched involuntarily. The tendril wiggled again before pressing on, waiting a patient moment while I concentrated on relaxing my muscles.

The pain had returned now, bright and keen and I felt my eyes watering against the cool hardness of the Perikos. The long, thin tendril burrowed deeper inside of me and I felt my passage ripple and clench around the alien appendage. I tried breathing deep to relax my body but the stretching ache was too great, too immediate. I felt another inch of tendril press past my asshole and into my body. What did that make? Seven inches? Eight? My bowels clenched and cramped around the slow, measured invasion. Another inch slithered into me and I began to panic again, though this time I tried hard not to struggle, instead trying to keep my breathing regular. Another inch of tendril was stopped by my hard, clenching sphincter.

"Little Shade, why such sudden distrust?"

It was hardly sudden, I couldn't help thinking, my bowels cramping again around Perikos' tendril. I tried to speak as I had into my gag at the prison, my words coming out wet, inarticulate, barely formed. "I can't take anymore," I pleaded, my throat ragged from the grinding ache inside me.

"I am inside you, feeling every heated, undulating inch of your body. I know it better than you know it. I know what you can take."

"But it hurts!" I groaned into the blackness.

"Yes, I know." The music was softer, warmer. "I am being gentle but discomfort and pain are unavoidable. In fact, they are a part of your arousal, did you know that? Did you know that you want me to restrain you, touch you as none of your kind could, to control you, to disregard your modesty and cause you pain and fear and immense pleasure? I want you to understand how well I know you, Little Shade, how much of you I have touched and tasted in only three nights."

My face felt so hot I thought I would pass out. I thought I was humiliated before, here on my knees, head encased in Perikos' body, my ass stuffed full to bursting and my pussy dripping as I loved every moment of it. Now I wanted to ground beneath me to open up and swallow me whole.

"There will be no further discussion," said Perikos. The tone was not unkind but it sounded final. "I will give you what you need in return for your trust and obedience in this matter. You may not choose how I feed. Now, be still while I fill your body to my satisfaction."

I felt another inch push past my barrier and inside me and the cramping worsened. Then another inch. And one more. I shrieked long and loud into dense darkness as the appendage stopped then, giving me a moment to reflect on my ass stretched and stuffed horribly full. I think I gurgled again as the tendril at my clit brought me to the brink so fast. It alternated between mashing against me and plucking me like a harp string as I felt a second wave crest over me then, sapping the strength from my limbs. My pussy buzzed in empty, sensitized neglect and I swallowed around the tentacle in my mouth to keep from choking on my own drool.

And then I felt the bit of tentacle just inside me begin to expand, little by little, so slowly I didn't notice at first. It was stretching me out by mere millimeters, giving my muscles a moment to adjust and then renewing its torture. I shouted again, my throat scratched and horse, the sound dying against the mass that surrounded me. The tentacle expanded again and then withdrew only a few inches before sliding back inside my body. The rest of the tendril deep inside me remained curiously still in spite of it and I squirmed around its slimmer girth before remembering what Perikos said about mass and darkness.

I felt the wider inches near my entrance quicken their pace as they fucked my ass and the tendrils around my wrists tightened their hold even though I wasn't fighting anymore. I couldn't, I didn't want to. No matter how sick and strange and pathetic I was, I did need this like I needed food and water. I felt Perikos' pace quicken still. It was already deep but now it hammered by asshole hard and wide open and I cursed and swore and murmured thanks around the tentacle pressing gently at the roof of my mouth. I felt my orgasm building again, somewhere darker, deeper inside me. It wasn't clitoral, it wasn't even vaginal; this need, this lust was about something different. The stiff tentacle pounded against my gaping asshole and I heard myself begging for more as I spread my legs wider, letting the tidal wave crash over my body. I felt my muscles cramp and spasm, milking at the invading tentacle in vain as I shivered inside and out. The tentacle around my hips held me upright as my knees failed and Perikos began to withdraw its long, black invader just the way it had come, inch by inch. I thought it could have shrunk itself and withdrawn entirely, seamlessly and I would never have felt it but I preferred this way in spite of the awful pulling and stretching from my insides. 




The Cell Mate Pt. 03



When he was fully withdrawn the tentacle in my mouth slid away as Perikos' form released my head and then my arms. A second later the tendril tip returned to my hot, swollen ass and I heard a few soft bars by my ear. "Your hole still gapes and yearns for me now that we're done. So sad to let your sweet body go empty."

I don't know if it was the comment or the orgasms or just the desert air on my face too suddenly, but I felt blackness closing in around me and my balance slipped. I tried to utter Perikos' name but the blackness was too warm, too inviting.

I awoke in tepid water and wondered vaguely why I was floating before seeing the faintest glow on the horizon. I couldn't have been out for long. Perikos' body was wound round mine, between my thighs and around my hips, cradling my head so I didn't drown.

"Are you well?" It asked, squeezing me gently.

"Everything's relative," I answered, too shy and nervous to reach a hand down to inspect any damage done. My jaw hurt a little and there were pins and needles in the hands. My nipples felt more like pebbles. "Could we move to land though? I'm cold."

The darkness seemed to expand a moment as I was lifted out of water, unstirring and deposited on the shore, Perikos still coiled around me. It was warmer here and I felt my eyelids growing heavy again.

"I took the liberty of cleaning you and myself in the water. Your wounds as well. I hope you have no objections."

I grinned, my lips cracking as I did. "Suddenly you care if I have objections?"

Mischievous tones played behind my head and under the swell of my breasts. "I do not care for your objections when I am feeding. Generally I care a great deal. Let us rest a moment together and then I will need to retire for the day."

Perikos' body wound around me as it grew, until I wasn't lying on grit and dirt but on its smooth, cool surface. Its mass molded around my shoulders and the curve of my back.

"What about tomorrow?" I asked. It was a mark of my exhaustion that I couldn't be bothered to worry about Perikos hiding in my bruised body today. I had bigger things on my mind.

"What would you like to know?" asked Perikos.

"Well, what's the plan?" I yawned loudly, stretching long before curling up into a tight little ball. Perikos tightened around me.

"Well, I remove myself when the star has set on the horizon and then there is maybe fifty kilometers until we arrive at the docking station. The distance itself is easily crossed but then we must use our cleverness and cunning because if they have used theirs, we will not easily make it on board a ship."

"Is it possible they've moved the ships to another station?"

"So far as I know, there are no other stations. And while it would certainly be effective to ensure no ship docks there at all, for then we would have no recourse, so far as I understand all their shipping, including food, is shipped though that port. If ships refuse to land than the prison will go hungry, unleashing a fury even Brogn should like to avoid."

Once again, it seemed to know everything. I sat there silent in the stillness, feeling properly calm for the first time in almost five days. Then the thought nagged at me again.

"Something is troubling you."

"Huh?" I tried playing dumb.

"Something weighs on you, causes you anxiety. It might alleviate your fears to discuss them. Perhaps we could solve it."

Damn omniscient prick. Almost literally. "It's not really worth talking about. Just a bunch of complicated things, you know? Like, if we get off the planet, what then? Where do I go?" I paused a moment, pushing the hair out of my face. "Where do…you go?"

Another long moment passed and then I heard Perikos' tones, quiet and measured. "I have piloted two similar vessels. If we are fortunate enough that there are two separate ships, then we each do what we will. If not, I must be honest. I must return to Perikos as fast as I possibly can."

There is was, the elephant in the living room. Best case scenario, we'd see the end of each other tomorrow night. And if there was only one ship I might be out of luck. "Didn't you promise me we'd get off this planet together if I helped you out?"

"Yes," Perikos answered quietly. "I did not mean to imply I would disregard your wellbeing. But if you are leaving for Ferox 4, that is the opposite direction from the one I must travel to get home and there is nothing that will make me risk my freedom by coming so close to a Union Colony. There are other ways. I could leave you at a Station en route to Perikos. The Rhydia Station is on our way."

When it said nothing else I shifted onto my stomach, pressing my cheek against its body. I'd probably be arrested again. Hopefully not sent back to Kragosa. Then again, Brogn had a lot of spite and a long memory. And hell, just managing to escape at all made me dangerous. You weren't suppose to be able to escape from Kragosa. "You said 'other ways'. Any other ideas? If there's only one ship, I mean. And supposing I don't care to risk life and limb trying to capture another one."

That met with another moment and silence while I reveled in the coolness of Perikos' body on my now clean skin. Finally, after almost five minutes I only just managed to hear a whisper of music from its body. "You could return with me."

Part of me felt a rush of relief and fondness and at the same time the rational part of me folded its arms and stamped its foot. Ridiculous. The worst idea I had ever heard. I knew nothing about the planet besides the fact it only saw UV light every eighty years or so. And I needed it to live, or at least to be healthy. Not to mention it was an alien planet full on angry, carnivorous, hostile alien creatures that could tear me limb from limb and probably would without pausing to say hello once I strolled in with the one responsible for killing their king. So completely apart from humans and habitable conditions and immense danger, it was completely ludicrous. I told Perikos as much.

"If you say so." Its body seemed to deflate under me. "It is nearly sunrise now though, so there are more pressing concerns. I must retreat. Please open your legs. I will be very careful, I promise."

I did as I was told, rolling onto my back and for a moment the black body hovered over my face, brushing the wet hair from my eyes and stroking my cheek. So humanly tender and intimate, I thought, closing my eyes. I didn't care what it was, it felt nice.

"Please try not to leave this place. It should be much safer than where I was forced to leave you last night. The more you rest, the stronger you shall be tomorrow if we face danger. I am with you. Have a deep, healthful sleep and I shall see you at nightfall."

The weight of Perikos' body began to contract, tracing a line from my face, down between my breasts to the cleft between my legs. I held my breath as it burrowed inside me, slowly, as carefully as it promised and I felt very little in the way of discomfort until it lodged itself in my womb. Again I felt heavy and bloated, watched the swelling in my belly. I saw the run rise on the far horizon. My eyes felt heavy and my mind wandered, thinking about how long the journey to Perikos would take and whether they had grass there instead of hateful gravel. Not that I was going. That was ridiculous.



The Cell Mate Pt. 04



I was used to sleeping for hours in my cramped little cell, always in darkness. It was the only way to pass the time. I was used to washing in cold water when I could get enough and I was used to freezing on the uneven concrete floor. Then again, I was used to eating actual food, even if it was gruel. So as I lay on my back, baking my skin blissfully under the full force of the Kragosa noonday sun and skinny dipping in the lukewarm oasis spring when I got too hot, I considered my luck to have evened out. Sure, my stomach was eating itself in desperation and okay, my pale, sickly skin was burning rapidly in the bright light, but all told it was an improvement on the last eight months of my life.

I had tried eating a few of the reeds and flat leafs in the spring in hopes they might be edible, but those had been long odds and I wasn't quite that lucky. 

Several hours later I saw it, another furry little critter like the one outside the village. Its long ears dragged along on the ground behind it as it hopped closer and closer to the edge of the spring. It just wanted a drink. I could sympathize. It got close enough I could almost reach it. I sat perfectly still. Then I pounced, grabbing its ears in one hand and breaking its neck over my knee with the other. Yikes, I thought, looking at its eyes bulging out as it lay there limply, body cooling. I'd never actually killed anything with my bare hands before and my guilt was doubled by its cuteness. I was such a girl. 

I washed it in the spring and found another sharp rock and began to skin it messily. Not exactly the easiest thing to do without a proper knife. I peeled the flesh from the bone and separated the guts. I never did like eating the guts. Too visceral I guess. I was a dyed-in-the-wool hypocrite. I took the fleshiest cuts and hung them from a spiny bit on the prickly plant facing the sun and waited a half hour or so before turning them. They had gone from a bloody pink to a bright, tender white on the cooked side so I waited another half hour and gobbled them so quickly I could barely taste them, let alone worry whether or not they were actually cooked. My belly full and my thirst sated, I passed out on the shore.

I awoke a few more hours later to hear the hum of shuttles overhead. Not again, I thought, my head swimming as I stared up to the sky to try to make them out in the sudden brightness. There were two this time, only a few kilometers away, scanning the skies no doubt. I looked around for shelter and saw only the tall, prickly plants that afforded no shelter and the leafless shrubs shaped like fans. And the spring. The hum grew louder and I turned then, wading back into the shallow water. I took a deep breath and plunged my head underneath as I tried to open my eyes in the clearness to watch the skies. 

And of course they lingered. I was no marathon diver. I had a minute of air in my lungs, tops. Nothing was ever easy. I remember watching an old vid where the hero hides from laser fire underwater, staying under for over an hour because he was breathing through a hollow reed. Well, no such fucking luck. I felt my heart pounding and my lungs burning against the strain. If I resurfaced, they'd see me. Or maybe the water was so shallow they had already seen me. I let out a slow, careful train of bubbles, trying to last just a bit longer. I strained my eyes in the water again. I couldn't see one of the anymore. Had it landed? The other one began to move away too and as it did I knew I would have to inhale if I stayed under a moment longer. Spots danced in front of eyes.

My head crested the surface of the water and I inhaled as deeply as I could, feeling the delicious burning hot air scorch my empty lungs. I blinked away the water and scanned the air. They were both moving away, heading north. Maybe to the docking station. Well, with Perikos there it was sure to be a breeze.

I crawled out of the water on my hands and knees and made it a few feet from shore before crashing underneath the fan-shaped shrub. At least it afforded a little cover, I thought, looking up at the sky mosaiced behind the brittle, snarled branches. I felt exhausted all over again but I suppose I was used to sleeping most of the day and night.

I reached down to stroke the bulge at my belly but my thoughts were hardly maternal. I missed Perikos and not just the protection it offered. How much different, I wondered, would my stay at Kragosa have been if we had shared a cell? Or just had neighboring cells? And it wasn't just the sex, although that was twisted and complicated and wonderful enough. It was the kindness, the gentleness. Having someone to talk to, having someone to listen to. I suppose it wasn't any more affectionate or caring than a human would have been, so maybe I was just seriously deprived after eight months without any human contact but then again I didn't have anyone else. No close friends on Ferox 4, no boyfriends ever. It always seemed so overrated, so transient to date. I never wanted anyone enough. Renny and Dad had been killed on a transport mission almost two years ago. I was going to lose the house and Mylon was never any bloody help. He joined the Academy and I went into debt to keep our property. Colonies opened up all around, other plantations paid better and I lost all my workers and defaulted on my loans. And somehow wound up in Kragosa rather than a debtor's or women's prison. Anyone who knew anything about Kragosa knew anyone sent there never really expected to get out again. I grinned in spite of myself. We'd already beaten the odds. 

But there were questions I couldn't answer and I was running out of time. If I couldn't go to Ferox 4, I couldn't go to any Union Colony and humans tended to only live on Union Colonies. It made sense. I supposed I could hide out somewhere in the Union so long as it was nice and isolated, some unspoken-for piece of land on some forgotten outpost. Somewhere warm. I could try to build a house and maybe a garden and live like a pioneer. But risking contact with other Union Colonists was too risky. TransmitNet was omnipresent and omnipotent. Then again I had lived almost completely alone for less than a year and that had been more than I could stand. And whether I wanted to admit it or not, there was something to what Perikos had said about darkness and fear. I reached my hand down to trace the outline of my still-swollen lips. I closed my eyes but the sunlight penetrated my eyelids. I fingered my clit, pinching it between my fingers and tugging softly. I felt only the slightest jolt of arousal. It would never be the same.

I felt something like a nudge or push need inside myself, not a product of my imagination but a real, intimate bump from within. My eyes flew open and my heart skipped a beat as I looked down at my bloated belly. I actually saw the skin just below my bellybutton twitch and stretch as I felt it bump me again from inside. Like a baby kicking I thought, though again my feelings were anything but maternal. Perikos felt me touch myself, felt my arousal and responded, probably with encouragement. Mastubating would have helped, would feed it, I thought as I idly traced my fingers around my slit, closed my eyes again and tried to recall every detail from the night before. The feeling of being bound and gagged, of struggling in darkness, of having my legs pulled apart and relying on someone else just to breathe. I tried to remember the feeling of having my ass stuffed and stretched while my pussy remained so painfully empty. Of the way it tugged and squeezed at my breasts and pulled at my nipples.

But it wasn't enough, I realized sadly, opening my eyes. I was never particularly good at bringing myself to orgasm before I ended up here, apparently because I never really knew what turned my crank. Now I knew what did, knew exactly what did but it didn't make it any easier. I seemed to have particular tastes and maybe nothing less than eleven inches of telepathic darkness that defied the laws of physics penetrating my holes while holding me down could really get me there anymore. And that was a pretty big problem in and of itself because I needed it.

I rolled over onto my side so I could feel the little weight inside me better. It felt good there, solid and reassuring. That alien bulge, however small, made me wetter than touching myself had. My eyes drifted shut again. There was more than four hours till nightfall, of that I was certain. I was tired but mostly I was tired of spending them alone.

I woke again when something inside me stirred and chased away dream fragments of toothless snakes on Ferox 4. My eyes flew open again and my mind was fully awake as I saw the starry sky peeking and winking from the other side of the shrub branches. I clenched my teeth as Perikos stirred inside me again and then I felt something cool and smooth and almost thin as air slip from the heat of my body, past my still-damp slit to pool in a heap of cool darkness between my thighs. A tendril curled along my frame to stroke my belly where I had touched it earlier. I reached down to run my hand over the dark mass. Perikos allowed it for a moment and then the darkness took on a life of its own, wrapping itself around my wrist and up my arm, spreading itself over my arms and shoulders and breasts like a blanket before sliding tendrils up into my dusty hair. One settled near the shell of my ear again.

"Did you sleep well, Little Shade? You have had food and water. Have you any food left over?"

"No, there wasn't a lot of meat of those things. Why, were you hungry?" I couldn't help but grin as I felt the darkness coat my upper body. 

"Perhaps, but not for animal flesh of course. However, we have little time here and now and urgent matters to attend to at the docking station. I was asking to make sure you ate and drank before we left."

My disappointment that Perikos did not need to feed from me must have showed in my posture or blood pressure or something. The tendrils in my hair rubbed lazy circles against my scalp while another stroked my cheek before tracing over my mouth, careful not to push inside. "You regret I do not have time to pleasure you?"

I could have kicked the bastard. My blushed deeply, my skin already burnt hot red from the sun. I pursed my lips and tried to think unsexy thoughts.

"There is no shame in wishing it," Perikos continued, tweaking my nipples from within the blanket of darkness. "I felt you begin to give yourself pleasure earlier. Why did you stop? It would have been very satisfying indeed."

I was not dignifying that with an answer. I sat stock still, trying to think about fuzzy animals or poison stingers or anything but Perikos.

"Shadeling?" Perikos' tendril captured my chin, held my face still while it twisted into my hair. Its tones were mild, teasing. "Why did you stop?"

I felt under closer inspection than I would have if it had eyes. I tried to turn away, to break its hold but Perikos weighed down my shoulders and held my face in its tendrils. After a moment I couldn't take it anymore.

"Can't," I muttered as quietly as I could.

"You do not find pleasure at your own hand?" It wasn't a taunt however much it felt like one.

"Yep. Can we move on now?" I tried to get up again but soft tendrils trailed over my eyelids and temples before entwining themselves in my hair with the others. I shuddered.

"You mean to say you have become…addicted to my caress in way that cannot be replicated?"

I heard the humor, the fondness in its tune but I didn't share the sentiment. There was nothing funny about what I was going to have to give up. Maybe my shallow breathing gave me away because without another word, Perikos helped me to my feet. It uncoiled from my body to move beside me, except for the tendril by my ear and a thick black appendage that encircled my wrist. I felt a rush of gratefulness interrupt my bitterness. Perikos seemed to understand that I needed to be touched. Bloody hell, I never used to need such perpetual contact. It made me feel weak, pitiful. The tentacle squeezed my hand, bringing me back to the present and our current priorities.

"We have approximately fifty-three kilometers to travel before reaching the docking station. We must take care as we approach the last five kilometers. We may well anticipate their judicious use of ultra-violet lights, laser cannons, incendiaries and momentum-based metal projectile artillery. I ought to be able to withstand the laser cannons and metal artillery and I believe I would survive the use of incendiaries but ultra-violet light, as you know, is quite lethal. I believe this benefits us, since you are invulnerable to all but the highest doses of ultra-violet light, at least in the short term. If we begin now we should arrive at the forty-eight kilometer mark in less than two hours and from there we may decide our next course of action." 

My next course of action was going to be to shit a brick. Maybe I had relied too heavily on the idea that Perikos was gonna sweep in there, kicking ass and taking names. Maybe I'd been more excited about the idea of getting off Kragosa, or just getting off, to concern myself with the real likelihood of bullets and lasers and firebombs, to say nothing of the doubtless presence of ultra-violet light, which meant we were going to be on my watch again and so far that hadn't really worked out very well. Who knows why I thought it would be a cakewalk, why the reality that we were fighting for our lives trying to steal a ship from what was supposed to be an inescapable planet never really occurred to me before now. I guess I thought someone would take care of me, make everything easy for me, which was stupid and naïve and hopelessly childish. After all, I'd gotten through the worst of this escape on my own with hardly any help. But the very real possibility I could die even with Perikos at my side from what we were attempting tonight couldn't be ignored any longer.

If Perikos sensed my fear, it didn't comment on it, which I took to mean it was scared too. That didn't make me feel any better. 

"How are we getting there?" I asked.

"The best way I know to travel here is to rely on the darkness to move us swiftly. If you have no objections, I will not hold you as freely I did yesterday for I fear we would be easier to spot in our approach."

That seemed reasonable enough. I nodded, forgetting it couldn't see me but perhaps its tendrils understood my assent. The darkness coating my upper-body expanded then until it covered all of me save for my eyes, nose and mouth and then it began to swell. Just as before I felt the ground fall away from me as Perikos' darkness blended into the inky night and it held me high off the ground. I tried to wiggle my fingers and toes but instead felt the darkness clasp them, encircling each little appendage as it began to drift forward, each movement a smooth, vast glide like some kind of huge whale moving through an ebon sea.

I felt something thick and dark pressing against the cleft of my legs as the darkness pressed at my clit. I tried to keep my murmured moans silent as pleasure pulsed through me, pushing me to the edge twice as we rolled through the desert. I panted as Perikos ceased its abuse of my sensitized clit, shamefacedly imagining the extent of the wetness clinging to my thighs.

"I thought we didn't have time for that," I said, my voice sounding more husky than affronted.

"Every little bit helps," Perikos' music was too tense, the lightness it attempted sounded strained and superficial.

We moved together a while longer in tense silence but I could think of nothing useful to say. It wasn't until I saw the barest hint of lights ahead that I snapped to attention. 

"We're almost there," I said, trying to make out the shape and size of the docking station.

"Yes. We are approaching the forty-eight kilometer mark. We will need to stop and form a plan."

"Actually, I'm surprised you haven't covered my eyes yet. Usually you're so keen to keep me in the dark," I mused out loud. I was babbling out of sheer nervousness.

"It is dark enough and there is enough fear that I needn't enhance it," Perikos said.

"I thought every little bit helped?"

"Now I think of it, every little bit of silence helps us remain undetected from their scans. They will be scanning the area and I don't know the range of their instruments." It's music sounded suddenly cross.

I began to point out that we were going to have a hard time discussing a plan if we had to do it in silence but I was cut off as Perikos's mass enveloped my mouth. At first it just covered my lips but after a moment's hesitation a thick tendril pressed past my teeth and against the roof of my mouth, weighing down my tongue. I frowned but I didn't fight it.

"Forgive me but I cannot help myself. I meant to silence you simply but I take so much pleasure from to heat and texture of your mouth that I could not resist."

I blushed deeply, which was stupid. That was the least of my worries right now.

Perikos slowed to a stop, holding my body still and keeping my mouth full. "I doubt any but the most technologically advanced equipment could pick up my volume and intonations at this range." Its music was unmistakably softer than usual. I had to strain to hear it even in the empty desert. "At any rate, if they must learn our plan, I would prefer they not know you are with me. I do not believe they think I am capable of caring for another being or that another being would choose to care for me. They may think I have consumed you by now and if they do it would only benefit us for they are less likely to use force lethal to your body and so you would have a chance to board the ship with me inside you."

I wasn't sure I thought much of that plan but hey, it was good to be prepared.

"Since I do not want to risk any sounds they may detect on long range scanners, if you assent to what I say, please move your right foot. If you disagree, then move your left. I intend to use the darkness to get within 200 meters. I believe even their powerful ultra-violet lights will be easily avoided at that distance considering the scope and density of the darkness around us. During our approach it is critical you do nothing to give us away."

I wiggled my right foot as much as I could.

"At 200 meters we will storm the docking station. I believe the ships themselves are suspended twelve meters above the docking platform, which is itself raised an additional seventeen meters off the surface of the planet. I shall certainly help you board the docking platform but from there I anticipate the use of ultra-violet lights. It will be very difficult for me to communicate with you throughout most of this and therefore you must do your best to be aware of where I am as well as where our attackers will be, in addition to the locations of any docked ships and how to board them. In the event there are no ships there, I will disembark the platform with you and we will retreat until we find somewhere safe to regroup. However, I believe there will be at least one ship at the docking station. I will do my best to protect you and myself regardless of our locations relative to one another once we are on the docking station. Your first priority is to find an appropriate vessel. Your second priority is to pay attention to your surroundings and protect yourself. Your last priority is to protect me. I will be covering you. Do you understand?"

I wiggled my left foot. Apart from the fact this was sounding more unfeasible by the minute, the very idea I was more capable of finding a suitable ship and getting it running than Mr. Know-it-all was positively laughable. Even I could admit that.




The Cell Mate Pt. 04



"I make a far better distraction and shield and I can't do that and prepare our vessel," Perikos explained, correctly interpreting my misapprehension. Once again I was bringing up the rear in terms of meaningful contribution. Ah well. At least by now it was to be expected.

"We will move quickly and quietly the remaining distance before closing in. If we are fortunate, we will have as much time as we need to take the ship. If we are less fortunate they will be anticipating our attack and we will have no more than ten minutes to neutralize hostile forces and capture the vessel before reinforcements arrive."

Okay, Commando. We either have all the time in the world or hardly any at all. There wasn't much point to continuing this conversation. Lucky for me Perikos shared my line of thinking.

"There is little else I can think to say to prepare you. It is my express hope that this operation will go as smoothly and seamlessly as possible but there is no chance of us avoiding potentially lethal conflict. Know that I intend to honor my promise to you. Regardless of the outcome, I will not leave you behind."

Shit. I took that to mean it'd take my body to be buried on Perikos. Bullshit, I decided. I hadn't come this far and gone through this much to die before getting off the planet. I was going to get on the platform, get a weapon and kill some Kragosi guards and any motherfucker who tried to stop me was going to die trying. 

Emboldened by my sudden bout of bravado I shook my right foot a few more times and Perikos began gliding slowly forward.

We were moving so slowly, so carefully that I thought it would have been faster for me to walk. The lights from the station grew brighter and I wondered if Perikos was right and they were scanning for sights and sounds. I was suddenly frightened of my eyes reflecting the glare of the lights back to them, making me visible and giving us away. Why hadn't Perikos thought of that, I wondered, clenching my eyes shut. I opened them again, unable to tolerate sightlessness right now. Perhaps that was why; Perikos wasn't really a sadist by nature.

We slowed as we moved even closer and I could make out the individual lights glaring out into wilderness and for the first time felt a jolt of sympathetic fear for the guards stationed there. They had every reason to be afraid of the dark.

I could make out the hull of a shuttle docked at the station. Just one. If I had been in charge of trying to lure the Perikos here I would have planted one ship and then sabotaged it so the creature would waste valuable time trying to repair the damage while reinforcements swept in to recapture it. Not for the first time I hoped that Brogn and I weren't of like minds. Plus I thought they were underestimating Perikos' destructive capacity. But again I felt a tiny surge of sympathy for the guards stationed here. It was pretty much a suicide mission. And it wasn't their fault they were ugly and disgusting. The whole species seemed to have drawn the short straw. Maybe their cruelty in inbred. Then I remembered being jammed in the ass with the laser prod of their spears. Yeah, maybe. But remembering the pain properly caused my sympathy to run out.

We drew closer still and Perikos tightened its grip around me considerably. I took steady, even breaths to keep my nerves in check as we slowed our approach.

This looked to me like the 200 meter mark. Perikos was right, the searchlights couldn't penetrate the darkness properly from here, the platform was too small and the lights weren't bright enough. It was too much to hope they weren't ultra-violet lights. Again, if I had been organizing this thing, I would have used the last few days to lay down uv strips around the perimeter of the platform, like the kind from the prison exits. I wanted to tell Perikos but couldn't speak. I wondered if it'd already anticipated that kind of obstacle.

So, one ship, five searchlights and some other more lethal fire I couldn't see. Probably no more than fifteen guards but hell, what did I know? This was it. Priority one: get gun. Priority two: use it to mow down the guards between me and the ship. This was it. I was never going to be more prepared.

"Jayn?" The music was nearly inaudible and I had to strain my entire body to hear the notes. "Are you ready?" I felt a slight pressure between my breasts, over my heart. I tried to smile but it probably came out as a grimace. I nodded again. I was ready.

I felt my body propelled so quickly I had no time to orient myself. We were flying over ground at cruiser speed and then the darkness seemed to launch me upwards, too fast for me to react. I saw the platform and little moving flecks on top of it, caught the sickening sight of those bands of light after we'd already crossed one. I felt Perikos' grip loosen around me as I fell. 

I landed on my left wrist with a crunch and I knew the bone had been broken but it didn't feel like anything. I heard a deep, guttural squeal and saw steel in front of me smoking. The far half of the ship was obscured by darkness, or rather by Perikos. I heard two more squeals, low and muted through the mass of darkness that was no doubt ripping the Kragosi guards limb from limb. Get a gun, I told myself. I climbed to my feet, vaguely aware of the extent of the bruising on my ass and thighs from the fall. My left wrist was bent wrong but I still didn't feel any pain. Something to worry about later. I began to run without knowing why, and dove behind some loading machinery in time to hear a fizzle of burning metal from the other side. I counted my blessings on apparently having good instincts as whoever had fired continued to blast ray after ray from his weapon at the loading machine. Idiot. I'm not even armed, why fire blind? 

The machine I was hiding behind began to heat up under such constant fire and I ducked low. Twenty meters away was more machinery for cover and ten meters from that looked like the lift. It wasn't attached to the cockpit, only to the cargo area so if the cockpit couldn't be breached through the cargo bay I was pretty much a sitting duck. The stupid guard continued draining the charge on his weapon and the darkness swirled to intercept what sounded like a small explosion of the dark side of the platform. I guessed none of the guards had managed to get to the spotlights yet or their battle would have become a lot more one-sided. There were spotlights on every side; the guard firing on me would have done better to get to the spotlight and turn it on Perikos. I had to keep it thinking I was a threat then. Fine by me, I owed these fucks. 

I reached down and threw the breakers on the loading mechanism the guard was firing on. It had a set of thick treads to move it along the platform and I pointed it at the machinery twenty meters away, crouching with it as it moved and narrowly avoiding the volley of laser fire. My kingdom for a gun.

The fire ceased halfway through as the guard over-clocked his weapon. I thought he might draw a sidearm but instead he began to charge my plodding cover. My eyes grew wide and I reached down, throwing dials and switches as the guard let out a battle cry, his fat, warty legs blurring as he hurtled at me. I heard a whooshing noise and a wet puckering sound and I saw the steel prong of the forklift jutting out of the guard's gut inches from me. His eyes rolled in his head and think trail of greasy, foul-smelling fluid I supposed was blood oozed from the wound. I had no idea what had happened and I was afraid of moving in closer if it wasn't dead. Then the guard voided its bowels and I indulged myself in a moment of retching before checking it for sidearms. Nothing. I dashed back over to where the guard had dropped his gun and checked the barrel. It was cooler than I thought and I hoped it still worked. I stooped low, dashing back towards the other unloading machine. I caught sight of a Kragosi guard at the farthest corner of the platform. He was running towards one the uv spotlights. Unable to use my left hand I rested the barrel of the gun on a nook in the unloading equipment, sighted my target and fired. He went down.

I heard heavy footfalls and spun around, seeing another guard charging me. This one had a gun. I took aim again and fired but this time I missed. The weapon was too heavy for me to use single-handed. I fired again, this time aiming high and I watched the guard crumple and fall but not before I heard an explosion and felt an odd, biting heat at my side. I looked down and saw a hole in my side where a ball of blunt, hot metal had burrowed. It didn't really hurt either, just felt uncomfortable. Something was definitely wrong with me. 

I turned back towards the lift and started to sprint, expecting the pain in my wrist and side to worsen, to stop me from moving forward but it didn't. I heard too more explosions behind me, one louder than the gun that had shot me but I didn't look back. I reached the lift and crouched inside, turning the key left in the lock and punching the 'up' button. The lift droned upwards as I crouched in the steel basket, again a sitting duck with the top half of the lift open wide, just waiting for someone to hurl a grenade.

Suddenly I was encased in darkness and it muffled twin explosions as I was blasted off my feet and fell hard on my bruised ass. 

"You're hurt." The music whispered and then it changed, became urgent, frightened. "Hide me. I am sorry."

It bled away as quickly as it came and I felt it burrow inside me, stretching me wide probably tearing me in its haste but I could hardly blame it, especially as I wasn't feeling pain. All around me my vision was blotted out by three distinct orbs of light, three suns in miniature. My stomach bulged and I heart raced as I felt the heat from the lights and made out the steel railing in front of me. It was warped and twisted, no doubt from the explosions Perikos shielded me from. The dark oblong hull blotted out one light entirely as the lift chugged upwards still. Not much farther. 

I threw myself face down against the bottom of the lift as a hail of bullets and lasers peppered the spot my head had been only a moment before. I wasn't sure how I knew to duck but I was grateful, I thought, splaying my hands over my head and neck. The pain at my side, near my navel increased from a dull thob to a sharp pinch and I had time to worry I had tore something else before the lift docked at the cargo bay and I lurched forward into the hold.

It was barely lit, the only light streaming from the bay doors. The lift began to descend and I knew I had less than a minute to get to the cockpit. I charged ahead into the darkness, slamming my body into steel crates and paper boxes until I reached the other side of the hold. I ran my hands frantically along the walls, trying to find a panel that would open to the cockpit. I felt Perikos shift inside me and felt as though I was being split open as it dislodged itself. I fell back as it splayed its darkness out over the wall and I saw a panel open up on the far left side. I lunged towards it and it slid shut beside me so that I was standing alone, shot and broken and bleeding in the cockpit of an alien vessel. I saw the control panel by the steering. No time like the present.

I propped myself up on the broad metal chair and engaged the engines. I heard them whine to life and my heart felt light and my head dizzy. That was the easy part. I tried to enter navigation codes but Kragosi characters meant nothing to me. I heard crashing and more squeals coming from the cargo bay. Probably a good sign. 

I tried the thrusters but something at the station was holding us down. I took a deep breath and began flipping switches and pushing keys at random, feeling the ship rock as I accidently unloaded our laser cannons on the platform below. Nothing exploded. I reached across the control panel, my breathing ragged now as I tried more buttons, more levers. The ship jumped like I had shocked it and I scanned the console, unsure of what I did until I saw it through the navigation screen: a shuttle approaching us fast. It shot at us, that I was sure of, and I was also sure if I couldn't break the station's hold, we were really screwed.

My bit my lip and tried the only thing I could think of. I revved the engines, trying to maximize thrust. I was either going to flood it or fix it and I didn't know which until I engaged the thrusters again and felt the ship rocket forward and up, narrowly avoiding a collision course with the other shuttle.

The cargo bay door slid open as we ascended upwards and a mass of darkness glided towards the console and me. I couldn't read the screen to make sure we were up to speed or figure out where we were going to exit the atmosphere if we were. Judging by the lack of Gs, I had managed to engage the dampeners and close the cargo bay doors. 

My body seemed too big and clumsy and my fingers were cold again. The night sky swirled around my head as I tried to steer us away from the shuttle I knew must be following us. The ship shook again and I wondered what kind of damage we sustained as I saw a line of darkness slide over a series of red buttons and I thought I felt the ship grow lighter a second before I felt the atmosphere fall away and the stars around us grew brighter. 

There didn't seem to be enough air. The pain in my wrist seemed to consume my entire left side, mingling horribly from the deep, savaged bullet hole in my side. I tried to breathe deeply but the air wouldn't come. The vacuum of space, I thought, feeling darkness closing in around me. I felt a little twinge of fear mixed in with the wonderful warmth. Darkness wasn't so bad after all.

"Little Shade? Can you hear me?"

I was fantastically groggy. I fought away the cobwebs and felt my wrist and side pulse as I came to. I tried to move but the pain was paralyzing. 

I felt a cool tendril stroke my clammy skin. I was lying down on something hard. Metal. I was cold but at least I wasn't alone. I opened my eye and saw Perikos hanging over me, my body propped up on some kind of counter or table. My wrist was bound with a cloth to a piece of piping and the hole in my side was cleaned but uncovered. I wasn't sure if the bullet was still there or not. 

"Are we away?" I asked, my voice wavering more than I would have liked.

"Yes, Little Shade. I have set a course for Rhydia Station."

The blackness in front of my face looked somehow off, rougher perhaps, its contours less slick and more matte. "Are you all right?"

The music sounded frightened, uncertain. "I sustained a certain degree of ultra-violet radiation."

I sat up without thinking, barely noticing the wrenching tear in my gut and reached a hand out to it. Tears leaked out of my eyes before I could stop them, before I could even think properly. "How bad?"

"Bad enough that although I would normally assuage such fears from you, as of now I need all the energy I can get."

I felt my tender insides groan in protest. 

"Now is not the time for such intimacies. I have felt considerable concern for your injuries. I am sorry that I could not protect you from them."

I tried to say no, to stop it from apologizing. 

"I will remove the foreign object from your side as soon as I believe I can sustain myself. I have engaged the hyperdrive and so we have only two days until we reach Rhydia. It will be more pleasant for you if I induce unconsciousness in you so you do not suffer from your wound."

"Fuck that," I croaked, sliding my hand into the mass and pulling away a strand of darkness. I held it against my face, cuddled against it as Perikos gently wound itself around me, taking care to avoid the bullet hole and the broken wrist, my bruised legs and ass. I concentrated on my fear then. Fear Perikos would die, that the hull was damaged from the attack, that we were being followed or that I would be arrested on the Rhydia Station. Above all I felt terrified of being separated from it. Perikos tightened around the back of my head and around my right shoulder.

"You needn't do that for me."

"I want to. And I can't help it. I can't help being scared."

"You have nothing to fear now, Jayn. Soon the ship will reach Rhydia and you will have freedom and be among your kind again."

Nothing to fear, that was rich. My own kind weren't allies. I didn't know anyone on the Rhydia Station or even in the System. I might get sent right back where we came from. I would never see Perikos again, never feel its tendrils on my skin or hear its music in my ear. I needed the darkness and I needed the fear. Not the fear of being locked away, starved, raped and beaten or the fear of TransmitNet finding me and having to flee for my life. I needed Perikos, plain and simple. Everything that it did to me, for me. Everything that it was. I wiped the hot rivulets from my eyes and squeezed Perikos' tendril close. I was going to fix this; I was going to save Perikos and myself. I knew it would save Perikos because I knew how frightened I felt, how hopelessly overwhelmed I was at the slightest prospect. And I knew Perikos would save me.

Summoning the last of my energy I pushed the tendril away and rolled off the table. My side and wrist throbbed horribly but my fingertips buzzed with adrenaline as I padded across the metal floor to the cockpit. I leaned towards the navigation panel where I read the coordinates for Rhydia Station. I deleted them. I turned to the swirling mass of darkness hovering behind me and summoned all my courage.

"What are the coordinates for Perikos?"



The Cell Phone



It was a little after midnight and I was heading home after working overtime at work. I planned on having some pizza and drinking couple of beers then getting some sleep. I was 31 years old at the time and still a virgin, a combination of my work and being painfully shy with girls had left me like this. I was the guy who always ended up the girl’s friend instead of her lover. I had began to accept this as my fate to go through life a virgin but this was all about to change.

My cell phone rang while I was downstairs and I missed the call, it was my friend, Patti. I had worked with Patti for about six months and we had became pretty good friends, once again though it was another girl who I was just friends with, we had hung out a lot, but it was nothing more than that. I figured it was nothing, but she called again five minutes later and asked what I was doing. I told her nothing much and then she invited me down to her sister’s house to hang out and drink a little. I didn’t twice and told her that I was on my way, the whole way down there I thought that this might finally be it, I’m finally going to get laid. To be honest, I was shaking because of the possibilities.

I ended up down at her sisters house and we sat around and drank for a couple of hours. I still wasn’t sure what was going to happen when her sister changed all of that, she flat out asked my whether I was going to make a move on her sister or not. With that I knew that I was finally going to get laid, I moved out of my chair and just laid a kiss on Patti that seemed to last forever, she just melted into my arms. As I continued kissing her, I started to explore her amazing body, I slowly started to kiss her neck and I left a bunch of hickeys on her neck. I slowly started to play with her tits and just licked, sucked, and twisted her breasts. Patti’s tits were just the most perfect set I had ever saw.

As I was doing all of this I took my hand and started to rub her between her legs, she was moaning loudly as I did this so I knew I was making her feel good. I slowly slipped my fingers my fingers inside her pussy and continued to leave hickeys all over her lovely body. I finally slid down and tasted her sex. Even though I had no idea what I was doing I licked and sucked her pussy like a madman, the whole time she just withered with pleasure. I was so glad I was able to get her off, there was only one thing for me to do now, to slide my dick inside her and finally lose my virginity, but it was not to be. Me and Patti wanted nothing more than this but I was still so nervous that I couldn’t get a hard-on. I thought to myself, this is pure torture, she just whispered softly that it was all right and we went to sleep for a while. 

A couple of hours later I woke up with a massive hard-on, she was this and gave my cock a couple of pulls and quickly pulled down her thong and prepared for my entrance. I slid right into her and just froze there for a moment, just enjoying the moment. I slowly started to stroke her, I never felt better in my entire life. She was loving it also as she just moaned loudly as I hammered away at her pussy. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I tried to just last as long as I could, I finally felt my balls tightening up and with that I came. I sent what seemed like a endless stream of cum into her sweet pussy. I slowly slid out of her and caressed her tits and kissed her softly. I was so relieved that I had finally gotten laid and just felt like I was on top of the world.

I never told her that night that I had just lost my virginity to her. I wish I could say that it was the start of a lasting relationship but it turned out to be a one time thing. I finally told her some months later that she was my first and she was just shocked by this, she didn’t even know what to say. We are not even friends now but I will always cherish Patti as she gave me my first taste of love, I finally became a man.



The Cellar



BEWARE: THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF SEX AND HUMILIATION. 

This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

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On the wall of Harold Weston’s main bar was a picture of his favourite niece.

Harold, or Harry as his family and friends knew him, was the Uncle of Fiona Weston. Harry loved Fiona like an Uncle should, but he knew what the regulars at his pub, the Dog and Gun in Walthamstow East of London, thought about her. More than once he had to remind them that she was his niece as he overheard their conversations of what they could, should and would do to her given half the chance.

Harry had never dreamed of the effect him being related to “little Fi” would have on his pub. He had found that in the last few years, since she had developed into the gorgeous creature she was today, his increased custom had built up largely due to the fact that he was related to her. He sometimes thought that his customers came in simply on the off chance that they might just see her, but mostly he gratefully accepted the increased trade and got on with it without thinking too much.

Others though, the ones who came most regularly to drink at the Dog and Gun, knew that sometimes, maybe seven or eight times a year, Fiona would stay at her Uncle’s pub and help out behind the bar. Whilst most of the time she was no where to be seen there was always the chance that she would be there, pulling their beer in all of her glory.

This particular evening had been one of those occasions.

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“Come on ladies and gentlemen, time to go please.”

Harry had been trying to clear his pub for the last half an hour. Outside a taxi waited to take him and his wife, Fiona’s Auntie Freda, to Napoleon’s casino. He liked a flutter did Uncle Harry and those places never got going until late so he was more comfortable making sure the pub was cleared before he left.

Fiona stood at one end of the bar and laughed heartily.

“Go on Uncle Harry, you know that I can lock up, it’s really not a problem.”

“You’re a good girl Fi, you really are,” he said as he kissed her cheek. The last of his customers had now filed out onto the pavements outside the pub and Harry and Freda soon followed.

“Goodnight love,” shouted Auntie Freda, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, night,” replied Fiona. She would be sound asleep, enjoying her break from the rigors of everyday life when they returned. 

Fiona moved to a table with a couple of the day’s newspapers. She opened the front page of the Mail when a voice startled her almost into heart failure.

“Oh love, I forgot to ask, could you change the bitter barrel for me? You’re a darling.” 

“Yes Uncle Harry of course, now get yourselves off otherwise it’ll be time to come home before you get there.”

Fiona stood up and went to the bar. There was a pot of hot coffee on the boil and she poured herself a steaming cup. The fresh smell of the beans relaxed her. It had been a busy night and she was always called upon to combine the tasks of pulling the drinks with a little idle chatter. 

She knew her Uncle liked her to dress up and please the customers so she tried to wear moderately sexy clothes and keep them happy. Tonight had been very warm and so she had worn even less than usual and at one stage, when she caught the eye of a young man standing at the bar roving down her low neck T-shirt to her braless breasts, Fiona had thought about going to change her clothes. But she soon reflected that if that was as bad as it got she could live with it. After all she was helping his trade, and Uncle Harry had always been good to her.

Fiona walked back to her seat and setting down the cup she took a sip from the coffee. It was a pain in the backside having to change the beer barrel but she knew that it would make life easier for her Uncle tomorrow. She glanced at her watch, 11:40, almost midnight.

The lovely young girl brushed back her blonde locks as she dragged herself up from the table and made her way across the wooden floor of the main public bar towards the beer cellar steps. As she walked she glanced about, as if anxious someone else might be around. It was a big old pub, and, whilst she would never have told her Uncle this, being alone there made Fiona nervous. She looked down at her legs as the chill of the night air filtered back into the room now that the customers had left. Goose pimples began to appear making Fiona shiver and she thought to herself that her brief skirt might actually be a little inappropriate for this trip to the cellar, the short hem threatening to expose more and more thigh with every step. She hugged her folded arms to her body in an attempt to warm herself, wondering momentarily if it might be wise to get a torch before heading off. 

The entrance was a narrow doorway, the sign informing everyone; 'Cellar – Staff Only' hung at an odd angle. Fiona looked back into the large room behind her feeling even more unsettled now. She opened the door and stepped through onto the landing at the top of the steep, stone stairs. A single naked bulb, poised to shed some light on the surroundings, waited to be switched on. It was dark inside, and she groped along the wall for a light switch. When she flicked it on, she thought for a moment that it wasn't working. Then there was a flash, and another, and the bulb came to life, emitting a low buzz. 

“Anybody home?” Fiona called apprehensively leaning into the dimly lit entrance. “Only the ghosts,” she laughed nervously to herself.

She started to descend the stairs. The air became even colder moving up Fiona’s bare legs and seeping through her thin T-shirt. Her goose bumps developed goose bumps. She made each step gently, feeling her way down the uneven stone of the staircase trying to set her heel against the down slab of the previous step to make sure she didn’t trip.

At the foot of the stairway Fiona stopped. The floor became wood again and a rickety floorboard creaked under her weight. She jumped. Fiona moved her head stiffly around, studying the darkness, as the benefit of the single light bulb faded more and more.

“You must sort this out Uncle Harry,” she spoke to herself as if trying to calm her rising fear.

Fiona made out two old doorways framing large wooden doors and she couldn’t remember which one contained the beer barrels and pump supply.

“Eeny, meeny,” she started to guess at which door was the right one.

“Oh grow up Fiona,” she said to herself. Reaching out she took the doorknob of the door to her left and twisted. It moved and creaked open like the door would in a horror movie. Fiona gulped at the cold air, her skin now really chilly, and moved carefully forward.

Somewhere in the room before her a board squeaked. With a shriek Fiona whipped her head round and stared back out towards the staircase. She gazed into the blackness for a long time afraid to move a muscle. 

“Get a grip,” she whispered, and moved further into the room. Just then a small electric candlelight flickered into life on the wall opposite to where the door was giving off a small amount of light.

“Oh shit, wrong room.”

Fiona turned to go but the door slammed shut in her face.

“No, what the …” Fiona was now getting scared. She rushed to the door and frantically twisted the knob trying to release the catch. It was locked, but how? Panicking she pounded the door.

“Help me, help somebody. I’m locked down here. Help me!”

But she was greeted with silence. There was no one there; of course, she was alone and stuck in the cellars of this big old pub.

She heard another high-pitched creak of wood, as if someone was creeping towards her. This thought raised a quiet whimper in Fiona’s throat.

“H…h…hello,” she stammered, but she received no reply. “Shit.” She stated simply, “shit, shit, shit!” What could she do now?

Just at that moment the light went out. Fiona yelped. She lent against the wall to steady herself and gazed into the pitch black of the room. She couldn’t even see the door anymore; nothing was visible in the darkness. Fiona waited for her sight to adjust but the blackness just got even more pitch. 

“I’ve got to move somewhere, anywhere to search for a door or an opening,” she had taken to talking to herself again to calm her fear. Fiona tried to walk but her feet wouldn’t budge. 

“What, the f…?” she questioned. Her shoes were stuck in what appeared to be dried cement. How had that happened? Her bottom lip began to quiver as tears welled up in her eyes. This was getting crazy. Slipping her feet out of the shoes Fiona stepped forward trying to allow some room in order to avoid any other soft, quick drying substances that may be present. She was back on the wooden floor, and standing a little steadier. 

The old wood was cold against the flesh of her bare feet. Feeling more comfortable backing up, Fiona moved in reverse to where she thought the wall would be.

“Ouch, shit!” she exclaimed. A rough jutting piece of wood sticking out from somewhere had scraped up her back. Moving her hand around Fiona felt the wood and the resultant long tear in her T-shirt. She winced as she felt the scratch and was sure that she could feel a sticky liquid.

“I’m bleeding, that’s all I need,” she muttered.

Fiona made to move forward, but found herself stopped by the wood. It had snagged her top and become caught. She pulled but it stayed put.

“You’re very nice.”

She spun round to face the voice. No one. No one she could see anyway.

“Leave me alone, please,” she begged,” whoever you are leave me alone.”

The stretching cotton fabric of her T-shirt finally gave way and ripped down the back. Fiona stumbled into the darkness losing her footing and falling to her knees. She was very, very scared. The loose flaps of material hung at her side and she felt the cold chill on the exposed skin of her back. She was still blinded by the darkness.

“Ah, little Fiona,” the voice came again. She knelt still, not daring to move, her whole body trembling with fear. Then, slowly but very surely, she felt a touch on her skin. A shape, a hand like shape rubbed over her left breast, cupping it, squeezing as if to test its firmness, flicking the nipple which was already solidly erect due mainly to the state of her mind and the biting cold of the room.

“I want to taste you,” the voice sounded once more.

Fiona cried out.

“No! Get off me,” she yelled as she scrambled away from the groping touch.

Silence. Had it been real? Her left nipple was still very erect. It must have been.

She sobbed, quietly but definitely, to herself. She scuttled sideward until she found what was the corner of the room. Fiona felt a little more assured with the solid walls covering two of her sides. She began to cry openly. Gone were the quiet sobs to be replaced by long streams of dripping tears. She didn’t want to cry but her mind was confused.

“Uncle Harry,” she whimpered, “please come home.”

Then she was pushed. A real shove on her chest forced Fiona’s back and head against the wall. She felt something slip under her torn top and cup her breast. She moved to beat it away but there was nothing to beat. Then she felt a touch on her thigh.

“Noooooo!” Fiona yelled and then the water fell.

“Arrrgghhh,” she cried out. She was soaked. A river of freezing cold water had fallen from above and soaked her through.

“Shit,” she shivered as the cold bit even deeper now into her skin. Her T-shirt was plastered to her like a second skin, her stiff nipples poking though the nearly transparent material. Fiona shivered uncontrollably, water dripping from her hair and off her chin and nose. She really didn’t want to but she knew that the shirt would need to come off if she was to calm down and begin to dry out.

With trembling fingers Fiona took hold of the wet material and peeled it from her body. She was able to pull it forward and away from her due to the lack of fabric at the back. Standing up she dropped the T-shirt to the floor and water streamed down her body. Her gorgeous, naked breasts were slick with the ice-cold liquid. Ridiculously Fiona moved to cover her chest with folded arms despite the fact that there was no one with her. Only was there someone with her?

Silence. She waited. For what, she didn’t know. Water still dripped from her. A freezing reminder of the predicament she was in. Then Fiona felt it again. It was a slow, insistent stroke that crept up her legs massaging her bare flesh. She jumped out of her skin, shocked to the core. The feeling stopped. She still struggled to see but could clearly feel that the water had been dried on the lower part of her body where the hand - was it a hand - had been. 

Fiona’s breath was ragged now. She was cold, half naked and being subjected to a supernatural experience that scared her out of her wits.

“Let me out of here!” she screamed sinking to the old, wooden floor once more. 

“Whoooooosh!” a blast of air rushed at her. The heat of the blast took Fiona by surprise. It was like a hairdryer only much stronger. She was forced to stand again and in no time her skin was dry. This was crazy. Then the old light flickered once then twice and then came back on. Fiona stood dressed only in her skirt. Her knickers, which of course had not been exposed to the warm air, were still damp around her thighs. The blast of air blew her golden locks into a stunning, long mass of wild hair as the tall beautiful girl stood in the old cellar. Tears still streamed down her cheeks as her comprehension of what was happening became less and less.

She glanced around the room. There was no way out that she could see, but then the dull light still offered very little sight to her.

“You’re a nice one, a very nice one.” The voice came again as the airflow stopped.

“No, please, leave me alone,” Fiona begged, backing up once more towards the relative safety of the wall. With her palms flat against the old, peeling plaster she looked frantically around the dimly lit space in front of her.

Then the blast of air came again. Fiona moved off to her right away from the light. The heat followed her chasing her around the room. The bulb flickered and then it went out again.

“Oh shit.” 

Fiona froze. The touch violated her once more. She felt a stomach-churning fear at how easily she was being groped. In a voice hoarse with terror she offered up her final pleas. She felt the shiver reach her thighs and move underneath the short loose fitting skirt, which was easily lifted. Fiona groaned as she felt her thong being pulled down until it stretched tight between her thighs. She couldn’t move. Her whole body was rigid but her mind registered everything in finite detail.

The lovely girl whimpered as she felt the touch of ghostly fingers slide up her thigh and into the warmth at the top. Expertly her lips were parted and the horrific digits zoomed in on her clitoris. Just a brief touch at first and then the length of the shape itself impaled her sliding upwards like a knife through butter. 

The thing explored every inch of Fiona slowly. Carefully probing with two apparent fingers, parting them inside, then twisting and clenching them, sensitising every nerve ending in her pussy until the first fluttering of an orgasm began to build. At last the ghostly groping went back to her clit and flicked at it as before. She hated this. She was confused and very, very scared, but she responded, to a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Fiona stood there, transfixed gasping, pushing up with her hips to grinding harder and harder until she came in the most humiliating, embarrassing and glorious manner. 

Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground. She was speechless and her throat was dry. Slowly she watched as the material of her thong was taken, as if in an unseen fist, and pulled until it ripped away from her legs. She was completely mesmerized as the wispy black material dropped to the ground. An unseen force pushed her to the floor.

She tried to scream but nothing came out.

“"I've had enough," Fiona whined. "Please let me go!" Her stomach churned with fear and apprehension. Slowly she felt the strange sensation creep up the underside of her silky thigh.

“Aaaah…” she groaned throwing her head back onto the wooden floor as her ethereal assailant gradually, inch by agonising inch, bunched her brief skirt up to her slim waist. The touch moved under her body to the curve of her bottom. Fiona clenched her teeth, and blinked back tears of pain and desperation. The invisible hands burned into her sensitive flesh and bit into the pink lips between her legs, still damp from the previous orgasm. 

“Very good my pretty one.” She heard the eerie voice once more. Then the touch was more insistent from something more solid and much larger.

“No,” Fiona moaned when she realised she was going to be fucked, “Please.”

She felt her hips raised slightly by the imperceptible force. Her thighs and bottom were already throbbing painfully. She felt the object touch her groin and she groaned as it slid purposefully and definitely into her, stretching and filling her totally.

Fiona was held firm; she could feel the ghostly weight on top of her as the spectre ground its translucent body against her making her grunt with every thrust. Her naked breasts appeared squashed as the phallic shape pumped into her. Fiona once more found her pleasure building. She whimpered and sighed as the shape worked inside her. The feeling of repulsion and horror was momentarily replaced by genuine lust. The fucking went on for several minutes until Fiona felt compelled to close her eyes as the force between her thighs became even greater. She came for the second time humping and grinding at her unseen lover, finally coming to rest, spent once more.

But, it didn’t stop, the piston like pumping continued relentlessly, and now it was painful. Fiona spread her thighs wider to make access to her easier but it didn’t stop the agony. Her nipples were as stiff as bullets as she felt them kneaded roughly by the powerful force that now raped her endlessly. She tried to accommodate the spirit shaft but it swamped her. The thing fucked her like she was a doll. It shoved hard and then she felt something wet dribbling down her thighs.

The ghost had come.

“Stop, please stop.” She pleaded.

But it didn’t. Despite releasing its phantom seed into her, the barrage of abuse continued.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned as the, still solid, ghoulish member shagged her as hard as ever. 

The last thing Fiona saw was a strange swirl of grey mist as she lost her responsiveness and gave way to a welcome, dark, unconscious relief.

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“No Uncle Harry, please no, don’t! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Fiona cried as Harry took her legs in his palms, pushed them apart and entered her roughly.

“I’ve wanted this for years Fi,” he gloated.

Fiona gripped the metal strips of the headboard and, through the tears in her eyes, glanced at the clock. Despite the pounding between her thighs she noticed the time.

“Brrringggggg,” the alarm rang out shrilly. 

Reaching out Fiona idly slammed down on the catch shutting the alarm up mid ring.

Closing her eyes again she crashed back down onto the bed.

“Morning love,” came a voice from outside her door.

“Morning Uncle Harry.” She replied tiredly.

“I hope you didn’t have too many of my spirits inside you before you went to bed you little minx,” laughed Uncle Harry.

“What!” Fiona felt a sharp twist of remembrance enter her mind’s eye.