0 comments/ 47981 views/ 0 favorites Jacuzzi By: tiescherrystems The party had been an absolute bore which is why we had left early. I could tell that she had a little too much to drink by the way her cute little laugh got even cuter as she laughed at the littlest things. As we walked through the door she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deep and passionately. I knew by the way she was acting at the party that she was in the mood to have a very good time tonight. And I was not going to disappoint her. I told her to go pour us some drinks as I had something to take care of. “What is that?” she asked with a devilish grin. “You’ll find out soon enough.” I told her and kissed her as I walked away. I went out onto the balcony and started turned up the Jacuzzi. Although the heat was left on all the time, it still got pretty cool in a Colorado December. I went back into the house and turned down the lights in the living room looking out at the mountains. I started a fire and sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace. When she came into the room, I motioned for her to come and sit next to me. I held her hand and drew her on top of me as we lay down together firm in each others embrace. Our tongues dances wildly as our hands explored every inch of each other. I drew back a little and traced her lips with my tongue and told her “not yet”. She gave me the cutest little pout and I told her it would be worth the wait. Standing up I took her hand and helped her to her feet. I moved behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and began to kiss the back of her neck trying to get the spot that I knew drove her crazy. Her head dropped off to the side giving me ample access to the side of her neck and her ears which I loved to nibble on. I began to unbutton her shirt from behind as I continued to lick the small dimple between her neck and shoulder. Her skirt came off as I kissed down her back and undid her bra with my teeth and tongue. I slid her panties off and wrapped a robe around her. “Now what?” she asked. “Now...the fun begins.” I replied with the devilish grin now on my face. We walked to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. Even though there were feet of snow on the ground, the air was nice enough for the short trip to the Jacuzzi. I led her up the steps, took her robe and let her slide down into the warm water, steam rising up around her in the glow of the moonlight from the clear sky. I pour her a glass of champaign and tell her to relax and I will be right back. I return in a few moments in a robe myself, and climb the steps of the deck taking off my robe as I slide into the Jacuzzi next to her. Moving over closer to her I reach over the side of the tub and bring in the bowl of fresh strawberries. “Relax.” I said. “Just sit and enjoy” I began to feed her the strawberries, rubbing them on her lips, brushing them down her front and occasionally kissing her after she took a bite. The half eaten strawberry became a paintbrush for me to play with as I painted her nipples with it and licked of the flavorful juice. When the strawberries were finished I moved close to her and pulled her into my lap. Her legs wrapped around me as I felt myself press against her. I moved her ever so slightly so that my growing excitement could push against her and let her realize the enjoyment to come. I lifted her up onto the edge of the deck and started to kiss my way down the length of her body. Stopping briefly at her belly button, my tongue traced around it making her stomach muscles tighten just a little as I tickled her in the cold air. “I’m getting cold” she sighed. “Then I will have to take care of that...won’t I.” I spread her legs a little so that I could get to her inner thighs. I kissed and licked my way up and down her inner thigh as my fingers lightly traced the areas my tongue was neglecting. I moved up after awhile noticing her beginning to shiver and breathed a warm breath on the area I was about to pay full attention too. I kissed the area just above her hairline, and then my tongue went to work. I decided to tease her a little bit so I ran my tongue all around but never touching the area that was yearning for my touch. Her hips rose slightly to try and draw my tongue closer. I knew she was getting anxious so I obliged. I parted her lips with my tongue running it up and down the length of her sweetness. The tip of my tongue found her clit standing waiting for me to pay attention to it. I flicked my tongue across her clit making her suck in a quiet sigh as her hands flew to the back of my head. I circled it with my tongue lightly, occasionally using small amounts of pressure to gauge how she was responding tonight. I continued to lick faster and with ever more varying patterns sometimes pausing and sucking it into my mouth and gently holding it there as her hips thrust to get more. As her breathing got heavier and faster, I inserted a finger into her as I continued to work my delicate magic. Her legs began to tighten around my neck letting me know she was close to climax. As her fingers grasped my hair I licked in the fasted and best pattern I knew, throwing her over the edge moaning softly in the moonlight. When she finished, she slid back into the water, sat there for a second, and came to me and kissed me long and deep. She looked at me and said we should go inside now because it was my turn. Jacuzzi It was our first time at a sauna, my wife was a bit apprehensive at going but I talked her into it. I was hoping to ogle lots of naked girls. My wife was getting a lot of admiring glances as she paraded around in a towel that looked like a very mini dress. When in the Jacuzzi, lot's of men where watching her as she took off the towel and sank into the warm water. Some men joined us and I was sure that she was getting 'touched up' under the water, though she never complained or gave any indication that anything was amiss. When we got out of the Jacuzzi we went to a lounge, she wanted a drink, so I went off to the bar. As I was about to return, I saw that she was being entertained by 3 of the guys from the Jacuzzi. So I waited at the bar and watched what was happening. She had a guy sitting either side of her on a bench seat and the 3rd guy was standing in front of her. I saw her kiss the guy on her left then the guy on her right. I was stunned at what happened next, the guy standing, held open his towel and I could only guess that she was kissing his dick. I was absolutely astounded at my reaction, my cock was standing straight out in front of me, turning my towel into a tent. I just stood there dumbfounded as they led her to a private room. As the door closed, I came to my senses and rushed to the door, I tried the handle but the door was locked. My heart was pounding. I was angry. I was annoyed. I was Jealous. But most of all, I was turned on. Turned on that much that my cock ached. I didn't remember doing it but I had my cock out and was wanking myself furiously. I noticed that people were watching me, so I went and sat in an armchair in a corner where I could watch the door. It seemed like an eternity. Eventually the door opened and the 3 guy's came out. I rushed over to the room and as I passed the guys one of them said. "Thanks for the use of your wife. That's one sexy little bitch you've got there." I rushed into the room and my wife lay there with her legs wide open, sponk was oozing from her open cunt. Her pubic hair was matted with sponk. She had her eyes closed and a wistful smile on her face. I stood looking down at her and as she opened her eyes, I said "Are you all right my Darling?" "Mmmmmmm! Yes, I'm just lovely. I'm just absolutely lovely. And fucked! Very well Fucked! Why don't you take a closer look." She said as she reached up and pulled my head down between her sexy thighs. "Lick me!" she demanded. "Lick me you bastard and make me cum! I've got to have more and more. More dicks, more orgasms, more and more." I had never seen her like this, it was like she was a different person. A woman possessed. A cock happy slut. She had become a Gang Bang junky. "Lick harder, suck my clit. Yes! Yes! That's it yessssssssss!!!!!" She screamed as another orgasm overwhelmed her lovely body. For myself, I was almost drowning in the sponk that the 3 guys had pumped into her cunt. Her hands on the back of my head wouldn't let me up to breath. It was only as I raised my head whilst licking her clit, that I could grab a little air. My face was covered with sponk and I had licked most of it out of her sweet cunt when I was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled out of the way, as I heard a mans voice say. "She should be clean enough by now." I looked around and realised that I had forgotten to close the door, a group of men had been watching me drinking the sponk from my lovely wife's cunt and so they figured I wouldn't mind if they filled her up again. I didn't have much choice, they just rushed in and were all over her in seconds. She didn't seem to mind, already she was screaming around the cock in her mouth, in her sexual pleasure as the first dick shot a load of hot sponk up her delicious cunt. I crawled into the corner and watched as 10 guys used my sweet wife like she was a sex toy. They fucked her every which way. She just couldn't get enough. The 10 guys were worn out before she was. I had to go to her assistance when there where no more cocks left to fuck her. "Suck me!" she demanded again. Then in a little girl voice she said. "Please! Don't leave me like this. I need more sex. Please make me cum some more. Please!" How could I resist such a lovely wanton, well fucked slut. She lay there, naked, her legs wide open and sponk seeping out of her gaping, red raw cunt. I, like any dutiful, loving husband, came to my darling wife's assistance and sucked her cunt clean once again and in the process, gave her lots more cums. When we got home, neither of us were in any state for more sex but the following night, she was back to her old self and wanted more fucking. I did it to her twice and to excite me to do it a third time, she told me what had happened at the sauna how the men had first come on to her. "When you left me to go for the drinks, 3 guys approached me. They where chatting me up and I was enjoying the attention. They said it was Bobs birthday and would I give him a birthday kiss. Then Jim said he felt left out, so I kissed him as well. When Tony asked for his kiss, he opened his towel and his cock was sticking out. Well, I just couldn't refuse, could I?" She said coyly. "I went to kiss it but he grabbed my head and forced his cock down my throat. The suddenness of it caught me off guard and turned me on. Bob said "Let's take her to a private room." I pulled off Tony's cock and said "Oh no! I'm going nowhere with you guys!" Then they started coaxing me and you know that 'turns me on', I love being coaxed and persuaded. They where saying things like, "You know you really want to come with us, don't you." And "You can't let Bob down on his birthday, now can you. Come to a private room, we're only going to fuck you!" I protested that I was here with my husband and they said that if you didn't want me to be fucked by strangers, then you wouldn't have left me on my own. Which seemed to make sense, sort of. Anyway, as they were coaxing me, they where also propelling me to the private room. As soon as we where in there, they pulled my towel off, lay me down on the bed and set about fucking the life out of me. Bob was first, I was that turned on that I came before he did and when he shot his sponk into me, that triggered off multiple orgasms. I just kept cuming & cuming. I didn't even noticed when they changed round. I didn't know who was fucking me and I didn't care so long as I had dicks going in and out of my pussy and giving me such wonderful climaxes." Well that did it! I was certainly turned on but too exhausted to do anything about it. "Get your coat, we're going back to the sauna." "Oh Goody!" She squealed. "More cocks. Lot's more cocks!" "And a lovely rest for me." I replied. Jacuzzi I have been in the gym late, only finishing when it seems that everybody else has left. With a little time left before the gym closes I decide to shower and have a quick Jacuzzi to relax. Heading to the changing room I have a shower and head into the communal Jacuzzi and sauna area. As I slip into the warm water I start to feel the soft jets and bubbles easing my tired muscles as the warm luxuriating water coaxes my body into a relaxing stupor. My eyes close and I am drifting aimlessly enjoying the bubbles when I feel and hear somebody else getting into the water. As I open my eyes I see that a couple have just come out of the sauna and are getting into the water alongside me. My eyes close again and I forget about the other couple until I feel the woman's leg brush mine under the water. Instinctively I move my leg away but again I feel her lower leg brush mine. I look up to see her sprawled across the seat under the water Her legs open as she tries to maneuver herself into a comfortable position on the bench. I cannot quite make out what she is doing but the penny drops when she arches her back, and lets out a small moan of animal pleasure as one of the jets begins to play between her legs. Her partner is supporting her upper body, his own eyes shut too, the source of his pleasure obvious as I glimpse her hand moving under the water between his thighs. As I watch he lifted his hips slightly and although I could not really see anything under the churning water it was obvious that she has slipped down his shorts and has now freed his excited cock. My cock hardens rapidly in response the voyeuristic situation I am in, my hot flesh now straining against the tight wet fabric of my shorts and being gently stimulated by the bubbling water. I move slightly and immediately feel a strong jet of turbulent water flow across the sensitive tip of my cock as it moves into the range of one of the outlet holes in the Jacuzzi wall. Like the woman in front of me I begin to enjoy the sensation of the stimulating water against my throbbing sex. As her legs spread further apart to feel the water jet pulse against her sensitive flesh she runs her foot up the inside of my thigh. It seems deliberate but I am still not sure. This time though I do not move my leg away, instead letting it rest against hers. She quickly begins to run her leg up and down mine and when I still do not move away she puts her foot on the inside of my leg and begins to run it up my calf to my knee and inner thigh. I wait to see how far she will go, hoping she will lift her foot higher. My excitement grows as her toes slip inside the leg of my shorts between the thin material and my thigh. Pushing the flimsy material aside, her toes find my balls and she moans as she feels the soft flesh. Her toes play with my balls and then rise up to the base of my hard cock. This time the woman lets a low murmur of appreciation escape from her lips as she feels the hardness of my excitement. The man opens his eyes and immediately sees his partner's knee above the bubbling water her leg clearly stretched out towards me. Smiling at me he gives up on any idea of pretence and reaches around his partner's body to slip her bikini top up over her gorgeous breasts. Leaving the top resting above her exposed breasts he begins to caress and squeeze her beautiful tits. Their full ripeness buoyed up by the churning water, bubbles bursting over her stiffening nipples. He starts to tweak and pinch her swelling nipples making her moans and push herself against the powerful probing jet playing between her legs. As she moves her hips her foot begins to rub my cock pulling the soft skin up and down my hard shaft and enjoying my excitement. Frustrated with my cock being so confined I reach down and quickly slip off my shorts. The water swirling deliciously around my cock now it is freed from its confinement, its swollen weight being supported and moved around sensuously by the agitated water and pounding jets. Her foot immediately returns between my thighs now more able to access my engorged sex and use her toes to gently massage its swollen length. By this time her partner wants more and buoyed by the water easily lifts her onto his lap so that she is facing away from him. Even though I cannot see it, it is clear that she is poised over his upright cock. She lifts herself higher and looking into my eyes she reaches down between her open thighs and lets herself slowly sink down. She stops as she feels his swollen cock touch her inflamed sex, pausing form a moment to tease them both then still looking into my eyes sinking down onto his hot throbbing cock. They both moan loudly and then closing their eyes as the full length of his sex slides into her and his buttocks press down onto the base of his cock. Opening her eyes again to look at me she starts to move on him. Leaning forward to press her clit against the underside of his cock she works her sex up and down his hardness. I watch her beautiful tits bounce with the effort, the man reaching round to pinch her stiff nipples pulling them firmly then dropping his hands to her hips to encourage her movements. As I feel the jets of water playing over my aching throbbing cock she replaces his hands with her own, excitedly pinching her own nipples obviously enjoying me watching her erotic display. I am just thinking about putting my hand on my cock to satisfy myself, unable to contain my lust any longer, when she says "Please, come and suck them for me." Desperate for the feel of her body I move over and kneel in front of her, between her open legs, my mouth quickly working on her succulent swollen nipples as I take my cock in my hand and start to wank myself in time with their thrusting bodies. Their movements are getting more urgent her head thrown back abandon as she thrusts her excited nipples into my mouth. Then leaning forward she pulls my head from her breasts and lifts my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply and moaning when my tongue slips into her mouth. Breaking away from the kiss she whispers in my ear "Rub you cock against my clit. Make me come with it - Please." I move forward and with one hand on the back of her head start kissing her deeply as I move my cock against her sex with my other. I feel the rhythmic thrusting of the other man's cock between her thighs sliding deep into her sex. His hard warmth contrasting wonderfully with the softness of her delicate open sex. With the head of my cock I can feel her lips stretched tightly around his thick hard cock, her clit exposed and achingly erect. I position the tip of my cock against her prominent clit and begin to rub it gently in time with her thrusting hips. Immediately she cries out with pleasure groaning into my mouth then breaking away to cry "Fuck me. Fuck me both of you fuck me hard." Her partner thrust himself into her urgently eyes closed and on the edge of orgasm, his hard thrusting pressing her clit onto my waiting cock. Then he comes, gasping with pleasure as he empties himself in her body, his pulsing cock jerking deep inside her body as thick creamy sperm spurts from the tip of his cock. His frantic thrusts subside and he relaxes, but she has not come yet. Still moaning with lust and fingering her clit she lifts herself from his softening cock and grabs mine, lining my hot stiff shaft up with her open creamy hole she reaches behind me and pulls me inside, gripping my arse as I thrust myself deep into her writhing yielding body. She is so wet that I slip easily and deeply into the core of her sex, bathing my cock in the creamy sperm already inside her and filling her waiting cunt with my hot aching cock, pushing her back onto the other man with my hard thrusts. I want to fuck her and ease my aching lust, determined to make her come with me as I empty myself deep inside her body. Her partner reaches for her bouncing tits, pinching and pulling her nipples hard to increase her pleasure then using one hand to rub his still slightly hard cock against her arse, the soft head just pressing into her tight exposed hole. Finally she starts to come, crying out "Fuck me. Fuck me harder." Her cunt contracts around me, milking my cock and taking over the edge as I grip her hips and thrust as hard and deep as I can into her weeping sex. Her partner grabs my hips and pulls me even deeper into her as the head of my cock explodes with pleasure and I erupt inside her, feeling the thick jets of creamy sperm rush up the length of my throbbing cock and spray high up inside her pleasure wracked body. As my softening cock slipped from her satisfied body I realized that I had never felt quite so clean and yet so wonderfully dirty before! Jacuzzi My name is Deana, I'm a sixty year old sexy redhead with an insatiable appetite for fun and sex. When I have my sexy fun I am usually accompanied by one of my friends; Clay or Kyle. We often talk about having a threesome plus some hot fun in a Jacuzzi. When a friend of mine named Denise, who manages a posh hotel in Nashville, told us they had a weekend special going on, I couldn't pass up an opportunity for another hot encounter. I first called Kyle. He's fifty eight years old. He also has a new girlfriend who is comfortable with him swinging. She just hasn't had an opportunity to join the fun, yet. His six foot athletic body, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes many woman drool. He too has an unquenchable appetite for sex. He politely declined because he'd already had plans. My next call was to Clay, a forty-five, confirmed bachelor. His black shoulder length hair, brown eye, and tanned body makes my heart skip a beat. He was so excited he dang near dropped his phone. We made plans to meet at the hotel that coming weekend. So much for a hot threesome with two gorgeous hunks, but I figured what the hell I would still have a weekend of wicked fun. Friday came and I was as excited as a teen on her first date, where she'd lose her virginity. It didn't take long to drive to Nashville. When I arrived, I parked the car, grabbed my luggage, and walked to the hotel's lobby in search of Clay. I saw him sitting at the bar, hitting on some chick, which was typical behavior for him. We checked, into our room and by ten pm we were more than primed for some sexy play in the hotel's Jacuzzi. The area was well lit, but off to the side of the pool and semi-private. We knew it was after hours but figured who'd care. We had been in the water for about thirty minutes when Denise walked over to the Jacuzzi. She stood there with her hands on her hips, wearing a small blue bathrobe which barely went to the middle of her tanned thighs. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a bun, like she was taking a bath or something. If looks could kill, hers would, she definitely wasn't too happy with us. Clay spoke first; "Come on in Denise, the water is good and hot." His statement seemed to only make her madder. "Listen you guys, you are going to have to either keep it down, or leave. You know the pool and Jacuzzi is closed after 10:00. However since Deana is my best friend I don't mind it, if you keep the noise down." "I'm sorry Denise, we'll keep it down," I told her hoping it would pacify her. "Okay, but if I hear one more complaint, you guys are outta here." She left and went back to her apartment which was located thru the breezeway between the building and the pool house. I knew we'd better pay heed to her warning because she had a perfect view of the Jacuzzi. Clay looked pissed. "I hope that bitch comes back out here I'll show her what she can do with this hard dick of mine." I smiled at him, kissed him, and slid into his arms. It wasn't long before we resumed kissing and playing. After about an hour later I lay my head back on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I noticed my fingers were all shriveled up and my toes weren't far behind. I felt as if someone was watching me. When I looked up, I saw Denise standing on her balcony. It appeared she had a glass of something in her hand, and was looking directly at us. I ignored her and turned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the pulsating jets. Soon, I heard the water ripple and figured it was Clay wanting to fuck me again. Without looking I responded, "You ready for some more play big guy?" To my surprise a woman's voice answered. "Can I join you guys?" I quickly raised my head and opened my eyes to see who it was. It was Denise. She was clad in skimpy bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. Denise is a very nice looking woman, in her fifty's. She has a few wrinkles around her eyes which gives her distinction. Her blonde hair is a little longer than shoulder length and her body is very shapely for her age. She has a daughter that is about 17 that lives with her, and another girl almost my age who's married. Her body doesn't look like she has ever had any children. I flashed Clay a look which said, this could be fun, and he winked. She placed her glass on the edge and climbed into the Jacuzzi. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, relaxing. I watched Clay and her for a while knowing he had a devious sexy plan of fun on his mind. So did I, but for a while I did nothing. As I watched, I saw her foot touching his. Her eyes were closed so I wasn't sure whether she was playing or it was just an accident. I moved closer to the two and smiled at Clay and nodded, knowing the fun was about to begin. I noticed her foot kept brushing his. It kept moving deliberately until it was her foot was all out rubbing his. I looked at her and she was smiling mischievously. I decided to watch and see where it would go. Her foot started moving up his left leg, over the knee, on the inside of his thigh, and finally came to rest between his legs. She gently rubbed his cock area, first on one side of it, then on the other, then up and down the middle. I knew by the look on his face, she was driving him crazy, and turning me on. Clay opened his eyes and leaned forward cutting his way thru the water to where she was sitting. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. "Denise, let me watch you turn up his heat a bit." As I ogled, I took off my swimsuit completely and slid my fingers toward my crotch. The fun was just beginning. She reached over and took his hand and put it on her thigh. Next she then took off her shirt to reveal big, firm breasts. I could tell she tanned in the nude because there were no tan lines on her sensuous body. I watched and fingered my hot throbbing pussy. Clay reached over her and picked up the glass of wine. He slowly moved it close to her neck and began pouring. It ran down her neck and between her breasts. She tilted her head back while he leaned forward and touched his tongue to her neck. He gently began licking and sucking trying to get every drop of wine. I watched as he began to move his tongue down, between her breasts, tasting the sweet nectar. Her skin was very smooth, like the skin of a twenty-five year old. She obviously had taken very good care of her body. She put one hand on his shoulder, running it around his shoulder and neck, and down his arm. She put the other one on his back, and started rubbing it softly. With a feathery touch she ran her hand down his back to his ass. She squeezed and patted it. He licked downward until he was kissing and licking her hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around each of them, and then bit each one. She cooed and quivered with excitement, but all of a sudden she pushed him and he fell backwards onto the other side of the Jacuzzi. He sat down and stared at her intently. I watched as she got on her knees, spread her legs, and backed up to one of the jets. I could tell the spray of water was arousing her by the way she moved her body around, with her head back, eyes closed. He moved behind her, making sure he didn't disturb her affair with the jet. He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks wide. His hard cock was bobbing on top of the water. It was my turn to join in the fun. "Well guys I can no longer just sit here and watch. Fuck, I am so turned on, and I want some cock and pussy!" I moved over to him and grasped his hard member. I leaned over, licked and swirled my tongue around its head, and feeling him shiver in response. To my surprise Denise joined me. "Oooh he looks so delicious," she cooed. She started tonguing up one side of his cock as I did the other. When we came to the head, I paused from tonguing. We kissed and my body trembled feeling the electric spark clear to the center of my womanhood. Clay just sat there with a deer in the headlight look. He couldn't believe these two women could be so fucking hot. He moved a bit so I could do his balls without going under water. I moved a bit so the jet spray was on my pussy and continued tantalizing his dick with her. Denise bobbed up and down on it, sucking like a Hoover, as I sucked his balls. I knew by his breathing he would soon blow his load. I stopped sucking and asked, "Denise do you want to drink his cum?" "God no, I want him to cum inside my hot cunt! Do you mind Deana?" "Hell no, but only if I can lick you clean when he is done." Clay shouted, "Hot damn you'd better do something I am about to blow!" Clay moved so she could straddle his cock. I moved so I could play and lick her, while she rode his cock. I helped guide his cock into her love canal. For a moment I watched her ride him like a stallion. However, since she was of course facing me, I could not resist, making them sizzle. I got between Clay's legs and began licking her pulsating pussy, and flicking his cock. "Wow you two women are going to be the death of me. I love it, I didn't realize how hot this weekend would be. I cannot wait to tell Kyle he is going to be so fucking envious." It wasn't long before Denise shivered and shrieked. "Ooooh my god Deana, I'm going to cum!" "Do it baby, cum all over Clay's hard throbbing cock!" It wasn't long before she trembled with a climax, followed by Clay grunting and shooting his cum deep inside her. Clay moved quickly and began watching me. I moved until my lips were inches from her pussy. I then spread her labia wide and began lapping eagerly. OMG it was so fucking hot, but I needed to cum badly. I knew Clay could not sit and just watch. "Hey will you gals move a bit so I can play with Deana's beautiful cunt as she eats you Denise." She moved and lay atop the Jacuzzi, and he lay on his back so I could straddle his lips while eating her. I resumed my position between her legs, lapping hungrily at her pussy. Within a few minutes, I climaxed like mad filling his mouth as she climaxed filling mine. We rested for a bit. She got up, put her robe back on, and without a word started walking towards her place. When she got to her door, she turned, opened her robe. She reached down between her legs, and shoved it into her pussy. She then brought it back out and put it to her lips as if to say to be quiet, and stuck it in her mouth and sucked the juices off of it. She then turned around and walked inside. I turned to Clay and said, "Wow what a wicked weekend, too bad Kyle isn't here!" "His loss baby. Are ready to go to bed?" "Yeah, you two wore me out!" He grinned and exclaimed, "Wear you out, Deana that'd be a first!" Jacuzzi "One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight." Alright, brain, let's be nice to our new friend and take this seriously. "Ninety-seven. Ninety-six." Let's stare into that candle flame and get hypnotized. "Ninety-five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three." A candle? Does she need to make it so voodoo? Hey, stop that. We're taking this seriously. "Ninety-two. Ninety-one." Is she really gonna count all the way to zero? No, that's fine. "Ninety. Eighty-nine." What if I fall asleep? Or am I supposed to? "Eighty-eight. Eighty-seven. Eighty-six." Is this working? "Seventy-five." My house. No, this isn't my house. It's some big brick house, out in the boonies. It's one of the houses I looked at before I moved into town. It's the most memorable one. The rent was so low, it was well worth the commute. Why didn't I get this one? "Seventy-one." Anna, the affable old real estate agent who showed it to me. "Fifty-two." Where am I? "Forty-eight." Anna drives me out there in her company car. The city ends abruptly, and we're driving through a pine forest. We talk about my plans, my family, my new life in a new place... We reach a dirt road, the last leg of the trip. I check my phone and am shocked to see we've been driving for forty-five minutes. But the place is so cheap, it's well worth the gas. I just have to figure out how much my time is worth... "Forty-four." It's a brick house. Ivy almost completely engulfs the walls. Anna takes me around the exterior. Without her grey hair, her age would be hard to see. She only has a few wrinkles, mostly smile-generated. All of her facial features are small, physically. Small mouth, small eyes. But there's so much energy and cheer in them, she makes them bigger. Her bright red suit looms large on her small frame. It doesn't hang, it seems to burst from her. The property is huge. There's a shed, a barn, another shed. It's mostly covered with deciduous trees. Their canopy is a valley in the surrounding pines. The ivy fades around the windows and doors, as if it were trimmed a while ago. I don't know how fast ivy grows. But it's creeping back. Most windows are touched by a few leaves. Only the north-facing back wall is vine-free. It features the outside basement entrance: a set of massive double doors in the ground, held shut by a massive chain and massive padlock. She takes me inside. We talk about all the things I could do with these rooms. I don't really know what I'd do with them. Make food in the kitchen, go to the bathroom in the bathroom, I guess. I kind of like the idea of having this big place all to myself, but I really don't know how to use it. And she tells me that all this floor space is doubled by the basement. She leads me to the basement door. My body follows her merrily, but my mind knows something's wrong. Why can't I stop myself? She leads me down the basement stairs. I bolt up from Sarah's bed, screaming. I run out of air, breathing heavily. The candle is still burning, but it's half gone now, sitting in a solid pool of wax. "It's okay! You're okay! You had a bad dream." "Where am I?" I say. "You're in my room. I hypnotized you. But you're awake now. You're safe." My face blank goes blank. I lock eyes with her, and whisper, "You're not." I run all the way to my car and peel out of the parking lot. What just happened? I got hypnotized. It must have triggered something. What was that dream? I should probably slow down. Where am I going, anyway? The Basement It's one big, sunlit, grey room. It's empty except for a few features: Thick wooden columns. In the far corner, a big, round, beige hot tub with a matching rubber cover. A wide ramp in the wall, with stairs in the middle, leading to the massive outer doors. Three very long ladders hanging from the ceiling by unknown means, running from right over my head, all the way to the corner with the hot tub. Everything in here seems unusually big, and stands out starkly in the big empty room. "The hot tub works," said Anna. "We have some guys who can move it outside if you'd like." "Wow," I say. She leads me to it. A pile of snakes falls on my head and shoulders. The world switches to slow motion. The memory is flooding back. It's flooded back a few times before. I have memories of the memory flooding back. Each time it's more vivid, and I feel more detached, like an observer in my head. My body is frozen stiff. The snakes slither down my chest, under my blouse. I scream, try to pull them out. I can't even slow them down. They're stuck to my skin. Too soft to be snakes. Their bellies are packed with squid-like suckers. They lift me up, and I see where they're coming from. I try to scream again, but I'm out of breath. Six gigantic hairy spiders hanging from those ladders. They're as big as people. Each tentacle comes from a spider's rear end, lifting me up by sucking on my chest. Both of my hands are gripping one tentacle, fruitlessly trying to pull it off. I'm frantically kicking the air. Anna doesn't say a thing. She moves in to help me, deftly dodging my legs before I think to stop kicking. Her face projects calm confidence as strongly as it projects everything else. I finally manage to speak. "What is this?!" She unbuttons my pants, unzips the fly, and pulls it apart with purposeful tug. I'm starting to control my panic. She seems to know what she's doing. She just might be able to get me out of this. She grabs my waistband and panties at the hips, and pulls them, jerking me side to side, down to my ankles. She pops back up and looks over my naked waist as if her job is done for the day, and walks off. I begin to realize that she did nothing to help me. The spiders crawl along the ladders, carrying me like a crane. They look like wolf spiders, with shorter, thicker legs. They're brown with grey stripes, just the right shades as if they're designed to blend into these exact ladders and ceiling. I've caught my breath enough to start screaming again. They bring me over the hot tub. There's Anna. She pulls back the rubber lid. They lower me in. I whimper. I can't see the water, don't want to. I pull my knees up, try to keep any part of me from touching it as long as I can. In the fetal position, my naked butt is the first thing to hit water. More tentacles come for me, from inside the tub. They coil around my limbs and torso. I fight, flail, splash. Gallons of water spilling over the sides. The spiders' tentacles release me as the new ones pull me down. My flailing is suppressed, but I'm still squirming enough to make waves. One slimy black tentacle darts out of the roiling surface, straight through my gasping mouth and down my throat. They pull me under. They're going to tell me that the line between symbiosis and parasitism is blurred by the frenzy of change. That only time will make it clear which they are. Well, it's clear to me now. These things couldn't be more parasitic if they tried. The coils tighten. The black breather kisses my pharynx. It forms a seal on my windpipe and starts pumping air into and out of my lungs. But my lungs aren't moving. I'm still under the impression that I'm drowning. The tentacles around my midriff slide up in a corkscrew path, under my blouse, around my chest. Their suckers grip my skin. The expand and contract my chest for me. Other tentacles shackle my limbs. They hold me in place at the center of the tub. These are the biggest of the parasites. They keep me alive and immobile for the others. The processors are thin little two-inch long dark green worms. There are hundreds of them. They're going to enable me to digest cellulose. I'll be starvation-proof, no longer dependent on human civilization's delicate agricultural system. Quite an advantage, if you don't consider who or what might become be dependent on me. The naiads look like splotchy pink and white, one-to-two-foot long eels, with trilobites for heads. They number about thirty, and most of them are going to attach those heads to my skin. They won't use me for any purpose of their own. They're assistants, working for the other parasites. And the boss parasite, the one they're all here to assist, is the midlarva. A three foot long smooth white round worm. It wraps itself around my right thigh. Its tapering head is indistinguishable from its tapering tail except for the fact that it's going in first. It has a short, warm, wet life, that midlarva. It begins in a spider's abdomen, lives a while in a breeding pool, and ends in a woman. This isn't real this isn't real this isn't real... I'm breathing. That's it! I can breathe underwater in dreams. It's a dream. That explains a lot: How I seem to know what these things are up to, why they they're doing such emotionally valent things to me... I hope I wake up soon. Why can't I see anything? Oh, I'm squeezing my eyes shut. Makes sense. Should I open them? I already know what's going on in this dream, don't think I need to see it. Just a dream just a dream just a dream... Anything's better than this darkness. Okay. Eyes open. Yep, that's what I thought was happening. It's not so bad though. It looks like a coral reef. Like I'm a coral reef. Kind of cool. Just focus on the visual instead of what it represents. I'll be awake before I know it. It looks like I'm tangled in a mess of thick grey tentacles. Each lined with round white suckers. The thick black cable in my mouth curves off to the left, out over the side of the tub. It's less tentacle-like; round and sucker free. My blouse is alive with tubular bulges squirming around inside. It feels like they're pumping my tits like a cow. And are they...? Yes, they're diddling my... No. Focus on the visual. Down at my waist, it looks like I'm wearing the remnants of a skirt that was dissolved in bleach. A colony of pink-white strands swaying in the water, anchored to me by segmented domes, all over my thighs and butt. The naiads. A few more swimming in to join them. And down at my ankles, there are my pants. There's something else in here. Thin green worms, all around me. They're all swimming through the water, like a wiggling 3D vector plot, toward the same point. Somewhere between my legs, it seems. I don't remember what these things are supposed to do. I hope it stays that way. Something stings me. I try to scream, but can't. It's not just muffled, it's nothing. My vocal cords are pinned. The thing that stung me, it's the same thing that had been pushing on my butthole. Now it's inside, and now it comes back out. It pushes again. It gets in faster this time, hurts less. This goes on over and over. I think they feel thinner coming out than going in. Another sting, from the inside. That thing down there, one end wrapped around my thigh, the other buried between my labia, one of the issues I was trying to forget about. I can't possibly ignore it now. The terrifying sensations are stacking up faster than I can keep track of them. This doesn't look cool at all. That was the dumbest thing I've ever thought. I see one of the naiads bend around behind me, feel the poke at the back door, the insertion and release, and see it pull back out. I'm starting to suspect something, wishing I could forget it. Some of those naiads have tufts of dark green hair at the tips of their tails, the rest have a smooth round hole where that tuft would be. One of them with hair goes in, and comes back out with an empty hole. My guts are filling up, I can feel it. They're moving inside me. My butt crack is filling up with something, too. I lean my head down to see what it is. Behind my vagina, I glimpse the top of a gently swaying green hairdo, like the tufts on the naiads. Those little worms. Bunched up around my anus, crowding the door, trying to get in. A naiad scoops up a bundle of them, and sticks them inside. I scream so hard that it breaks the seal, and bubbles escape my lips around the breather. I push my palms into the bottom of the tub, and fling myself up. My calves hook over the side, and I sit up to get my head out of the water. I tear out the black breather with both hands. I take one big, natural gasp. The tentacles lazily retighten their grips on my limbs, as if they know I'm not going anywhere. Something stabs my cervix, the worst pain yet. I fall back, slamming my head and shoulders into the water. I look down. With my ab muscles relaxed, now I can see the cause of the pain. A tubular bulge in my belly. That white thing uncoiling from my thigh, wiggling deeper into me. The bulge hooks, curls around into a disc. The white worm's flailing tail gets shorter as the disc expands. I scream my throat raw as it disappears inside me. I slip out of consciousness. I find myself in a familiar situation with my eyes shut and activity happening all over me. I feel hazy, more distant than ever, as if I've run out of fear. I'm back underwater with the breather in my throat. That much, I can feel. As for the rest, I open my eyes. Of course. Now the giant spiders are fucking me. Just one of them, it seems. Hard to tell with all those legs. No confusion about the fucking part, though. It's clearly thrusting between my legs. It's got a thing going in and out. They've been up there on the ladders since they lowered me in, watching everything. Now each one lowers itself into the tub, fucks me, and leaves, one after the other. They fuck me for hours, days, weeks... They're still fucking me. That can't be right. I'm driving a car right now. Alright, they serially fucked me. That happened. But only six times. Each one had a turn. I remember. Each one had its own style, its favorite position. It's my first time getting to know them as individuals. It doesn't go on forever. The last one is done now. He leaves me floating. What's next? I don't want to look down and find out, but can't stop myself. Another swarm of creatures are swimming into my vagina. No, it's only a cloud of semen. What a funny thing to take comfort in. There's a lot of it. It's floating out in one big strand with pieces breaking off, waving in the water, like white seaweed growing between my legs. I feel nothing but numbness down there. The disc-bulge is still present. I try to take stock of all the new things inside me. How long before I'm more things than me? There's Anna. She peers in at me, her face broken up by ripples on the surface. This whole thing has been going on in a hot tub, with the outside world, dry land, and a human being, just feet away. She pulls the cover back over the tub, sealing me in darkness. Breeding Pools The memory feels so real. more than real. More than real? What does that mean? It sounds like something a crazy person would think. Ancient monsters lurking in the world's shadows. Not necessarily a scary thing, and I don't think that just because they make me. They want to keep a low profile. They don't want to mess with us. Not unless they're backed into those dark corners. Ancient monsters facing an sudden threat to their power. That's when they get scary. But I seem to be driving right back into their countless arms. And still too fast. Am I trying to get pulled over? This highway is crawling with cops. Just infested with them. It can't have been be real. I signed the lease that same day. I've been living in that place for months since. The story doesn't even work within its own logic. How did I glean all that information about them? Maybe the house has been driving me stir crazy. Maybe Sarah's hypnosis triggered some kind of breakdown. Still doesn't quite explain my rush to get back there. But it's my best theory for now. I'm out on my own for the first time. Moving into Creepy Manor in the middle of nowhere was too much for me. Now I've got imaginary spider friends and a tub of terror under my floor. I never had the monster under the bed anxiety. I could be making up for that. My spider friends don't have names, at least not the kind that we have. Humans have universal names that we keep for life. The spider People believe this makes us take our individuality for granted. Their monikers for one another are more like titles, but extremely numerous. Each individual has in his mind a full set of unique titles, at least one for every other individual he knows. And the titles change over time, as their relationships change. It's not very efficient. I can say to a human, "Isn't that the guy who did that thing five years ago?" And thanks to names, we could answer that question pretty easily. For spider People in the same situation, finding such an answer would be quite a project. There are many such contrasts of efficiency in the basic ways we do things, and they go both ways. The spider People are inefficient at figuring out who an individual was five years ago because they never care to. But when they face a question that interests them, their powers of inquiry are godlike. And those powers are teachable. They're teaching them to me. They're giving me powers. Sounds crazy, but this is where it gets plausible. My powers are objectively verifiable. I'm getting top scores in every class. My teachers think I'm a genius. I'm making friends effortlessly. I fixed things with my sister. We were both wrong, as it turns out. Whatever is going on, it has benefits. It's beneficial to them, too. Being smarter makes me useful. I'm finding that a major motivation to study for classes is to hear them tell me more about themselves. They won't indulge me until I'm caught up on school work. We even argue sometimes. Our arguments always follow the same pattern. I realize I'm hearing an abstruse rationalization for their actions. I usually find those fascinating, but sometimes they pop like overinflated balloons of cognitive dissonance. "Bullshit!" gets thrown around. Fundamental questions about our situation get asked. Questions like how these creatures can be so noble and civilized when they're dipping ladies into pools of rape worms. And then they say something humbling that saps my will to argue. I remember our last argument. "Better you at our mercy then us at yours," they're saying to me, and the balloon pops. "I never raped anyone!" "You have done worse." "Bullshit!" "You eat animals without their consent." "How is that worse?" "Would you trade your place here for that of one of the livestock you feed on?" "I'm not an animal!" "You are to us." And then I just want to go to bed. It reminds me of some other feelings I get, the same pattern working at different levels. A violent shift into a new frame of thought. I can almost physically feel my brain getting slammed into gear like an overworked transmission. I have a few identities in my head. The spider People have multiple identities too, but I think mine are more of a side effect than edification. Mine are a little dissonant, sometimes even a little dissociative. I gave them names. The Screamer knows that they own me. She twists and thrashes to cry out, but I don't make a sound. It dawns on her that she's her own trap; a prison disguised as a recruitment center for thoughts of resistance. Her existence is always brief before she makes herself forget. The Sympathizer can't deny the benefits of what they're doing to me. Sure it's against my will, but what does my will know? The Observer knows that there is no true self, only approximations. She knows that the least motivated knowledge is the truest. But even that thought biases me toward a certain course of action—toward relaxing and letting things happen. But what can I do? Perfect objectivity is impossible. The Receptacle is the Sympathizer's hot, sweaty id. She's the Screamer's polar opposite, but she's allowed to scream, and makes the most of it. She dreams of becoming one of them. Jacuzzi Mind control is a dumb idea. It would never work, especially on such an undisciplined mind as that of Homo sapiens. It was one of their worst ideas, only tried because they had to try everything. But now it's their best idea, the only one that's shown any promise. Never in a million years (literally) did they think this would be the scheme they went with. In a strict theoretical sense, controlling a sapient mind is impossible. It's risky, unethical, and worst of all, inelegant. But this is the dirty real world, and it works. Reality doesn't fret over what's elegant. And I'm just the tip of the iceberg. All of their abilities come from selective breeding. All the "technology" that went into me—the breather, the conditioning drugs, the specialized midlarva—had to be researched and developed in H. sapiens women. Thousands of them, lined up in long pools in hidden laboratories. Living cranes lower in the dry and raise out the dripping. Most of them kept unconscious, but these were mind control experiments, so some had to be woken up. Not all of them could stay as sane as I did. The experiments are over now, the labs are quiet, and all the women are asleep. Pants Removal Anna's still out there, luring girls into basements, unzipping their pants. That's a pretty important part of her job, as it turns out. The spider People are extremely dexterous in general, but none of their appendages are quite right for buttons and zippers. Those devices were designed for human hands. Anna isn't necessarily human. They broke her genetic line off from ours somewhere around Australopithecus. In recent times, they've bred it to blend in with us. Her hands are similar enough. I've depantsed eight girls, myself. If I thought the hot tub was crowded before, now it's crazy. The squirming tubular organisms take up more volume than the water, which is now milky white. Eight unconscious young women with tubes in their mouths and bulges in their bellies. They're laid out like flower petals, with their knees all meeting at the center, their calves dangling underwater. My big naked girl flower. I've had my first baby already. He was only a baby for a few days. He was born in the morning, speaking English by the evening, and his childlike mind quickly faded into their indecipherable collective. He's one of them now. Only his size sets him apart. That, and he calls me "Mother". I've tried to get to know him. "I don't want to hear about 'we'," I plead, "tell me about 'I'." "I will try." But he can't fight his nature. My second baby is due soon. I'm going to make the most of my few days with him. Next time I hear some human talk about how fast her kids grow up, I'm gonna slap her. The tub is at capacity. We're digging a pit in the floor for the next pool. Sarah will have it all to herself. She won't be just a protein factory like the others. She'll be like me, an agent. She reminds me of myself. That's because she has the personality to make her a mind control candidate. A sunny disposition and a dark sense of humor. And she's half Japanese. That doesn't matter, I don't know why I thought of that. I feel bad for her. She's tiny. Not an ideal body for bearing young. That won't be her primary purpose, but nobody gets out of breeding duty. I'm afraid it'll hurt her worse than it hurt me. Or maybe she'll save us both. They thought of hypnosis. They tested for it. They were sure it wouldn't disrupt their control. But it looks like they made a mistake. If I get pulled over, maybe I can tell the cops about the house, get a doctor to check out my spider fetus... I won't be able to think long enough. I'd just mumble incoherently, maybe get arrested. I need a plan that works fast. If I crash this car into the house, it might possibly draw some authority figure's attention to what's inside... If that's the best I can do, perhaps the hypnosis isn't much of a circumvention after all. But I have to try. Show some defiance. Damage this valuable asset of theirs. That's how they know me. Not by name, but by what I am to them. I'm an asset. A high-functioning mind control subject, a human infiltrator, a gangbang slut for huge spiders. It's not as easy for me to identify them. Most of the time, I can't tell them apart. Each one is a shining star of unique individuality, I infer. But they seem like a collective consciousness to me. The reason is simple. They think and communicate in their own language really fast. By the time they're ready to formulate an English sentence for my ears, they've already collaborated and agreed upon what to say. I don't get to hear their deliberations, I only get to hear about them. The only times I can sense their individuality is when they're fucking me. They have their favorite positions and things like that. They'll often jump me in the middle of a conversation, or what seems to me like the middle of a conversation. Whenever they seem to be approaching a conclusion, I've come to anticipate forceful penetration. I have to anticipate it when I'm sitting around the house, too. They come out of nowhere. Not because they're trying to sneak up on me, it just comes naturally to them. My target body part gets grabbed and lined up with the penis, sometimes leaving the rest of my body dangling. It amounts to about a second's warning before the insertion. Sadness and anger every time. I vaguely feel as if I've given them blanket consent to do this, at some time in the past. Don't think it counts if I can't remember it. But that only matters for another second. My brain slams into gear. The anger gives way to serenity, every time. I'm not sure what to think of the fact that they enjoy it so much. I see the mirror image of my Receptacle in them. And they don't deny it. But what do I want them to do, hold their noses and cry while they fuck me? Not fuck me? That's one reason I ended up with rival identities, they say. Not knowing what I want. There's one that always sleeps in bed with me. Sometimes I'm half asleep when he turns me on my stomach and sticks it in, and I get to relive that sense of shock at getting raped by a huge spider. The monster over my bed. I get to squeal and scream and squeeze fistfuls of sheets. Usually too tired to clean up. I just pull the covers back up when he's done, get them all sweaty and cummy. They do the laundry, anyway. I used to fight when he tried to turn me over. Mainly to stall for time, so I'd be more ready. He doesn't technically need me on my stomach. He's not fucking me in the ass, most times. He just prefers me in that position. There was a night when I quit fighting. I started sleeping on my stomach. I even leave the covers off of my lower body. I roll them up and stick them under my waist to prop it up. It's cold, but that's okay. I find that the feeling of cool air on my ass is my favorite part. Sometimes it's enough to get me ready. "Is it Stockholm syndrome?" I asked them, "That makes me enjoy this?" "No. You are not in captivity." "I'm aware of your mind control, not letting me leave. I think that counts." "You are under no compulsion not to leave. You could drive to your family at any time and never see us again, if you desired. The conditioning prevents you from revealing our existence to your kind. The rest of your decisions are yours." "Really?" I say that to them a lot. "Yes." "I've been going along with all this voluntarily?" "Yes." "And not knowing it was voluntary." "Humans seldom reflect on their volition." "Even when I bring girls here for you?" "Yes." "Why would I do that?" "As far as we know, you have three major motives involved in that decision. The antagonistic motive is sympathetic fear for our victims, which is why you lose your nerve in most attempts to bring them here." "How would you know that?" "We inferred it from your facial movements when you arrived home on those occasions." "Wow, nice job." "Thank you. Your agonistic motives are sympathy for us, and also sympathetic fear for our victims..." "Hold on a sec. Is this how you're trying to convince me you're not controlling my mind? By explaining my own motives to me?" "Yes. Do you recall when you reconciled with your sister?" "Yeah." "You explained her motives to her, without the help of invasive mind control, did you not?" "Oh. Damn. Touché, rapemonster. So, my sympathy for our victims is also motivating me to bring them here? How's that?" "You believe they will be better off encountering us here in your home than in the future when we come for your kind en masse." "Makes sense." The Coming Rape War They'll play the scary monsters; congregating in creepy factories, hauling victims off at night (but not to the factories). Gas won't work. Soldiers won't work. Humans will have no choice but to blow up their own industry. And then the tide will turn. The People will throw their lives away, swarming in wide open fields, getting mowed down by machine gun fire. Humans will think it's a war; the People will see it as a con. They'll give mankind exactly what he wants: revenge and victory. And when mankind realizes he's given them exactly what they want, they'll be gone. They'll come back as his grandchildren. They call themselves the People, capitalized, because it's the best word for how they see themselves. Thinking beings, with emphasis leaning toward the abstract and away from their physical bodies. They've bred those bodies into a vast array of forms over the aeons, which has required, and inspired, them to have such an abstract notion of themselves. The spiders are just one species of People, and out there lurk countless other species in every imaginable and unimaginable form. There are reptilian People out there as I think, breeding with humans and planning to take over the world. The resemblance to our conspiracy theories is coincidental. Not even an unlikely coincidence. Symbiosis, that's their big plan for us. They don't believe any peace or reconciliation is likely between our cultures without interweaving our reproductive destinies. I've tried to argue that a peaceful solution is possible, but "possible" isn't good enough for them. It isn't good enough for us, if we're honest. Nothing is good enough for us. That's why they don't trust us with the planet. Among their generation, my six spider colleagues will be some of the few candidates for survival. Their clandestine mission will keep them away from the front lines. If they do survive, their mission will end, and they'll supposedly obey me for the rest of their lives. I could make them my slaves, if I wanted. I could line them all up and shoot them. I hope we can keep hanging out, maybe campaign for polyarachnous marriage. Our offspring will be free to live as they please. Like me, they won't be safe among humans. But that's no loss. We can all be happy out here, living the rural life. Very few humans will share my experience. Most victims will get grabbed, get a black tube shoved down their throats, and then it's lights out for them. They'll wake up about a year later, find out that their bodies helped the People take over. "Couldn't you have knocked me out, that first time you had me in the tub?" "We were capable of that, but it would have undermined your trust in us." "Really." "While you would have ended up hating us less..." "I don't hate you." "You are aware of the system of hate in your mind to which I refer. It is merely dormant at present. This system would be weaker had we knocked you out. However, it would have been linked to a system of suspicion. You would have discovered what we did to you gradually, and it would have put your mind in a state of intrigue. It would have impeded the development of a functional system of trust." "And putting me through that experience wouldn't have?" "Less so." "I find that hard to believe." "You already believe that idle suspicion can damage trust worse than torture, but you have not internalized that belief." "Oh." Slam. "Why can't you just inject me with something to make me trust you?" "Trust cannot be forced into anyone. That is why mind control, in a strict technical sense, is impossible." "But humans trick others into trusting them all the time." "Such human tricks are tenuous. A false world must be constructed around or within the victim, limiting their ability to reason. Our purposes for you preclude such complications. You will be making important decisions for us and your own kind." "Right, okay. Why did it have to hurt?" "The naiads applied local anesthetics. They were as effective as we could make them." "As effective as you could make them! With all your abilities, you couldn't get the anesthetic right?" "There is an economy behind our abilities. Each one costs our captives more time in breeding pools." "Oh." My own victims, my girl flower, were all mercifully sedated. Sarah will be the first exception. The trap is way easier than I thought it would be. "Come over to my party house in the woods! I've got a hot tub, I've got booze, I've got weed..." Chicks love it. Sometimes they're wary. Some of them ask if it's some kind of lesbian thing, but I've got the perfect counter: "Nope!" Sarah's among the wary. "I don't know," she says, "is this some kind of lesbian thing?" It's different, hearing it from her lips. The Receptacle lights up. I've seen eight pussies up close, each time with an air of professional detachment. But now... Now I can't wait to see hers. "Nope!" I say. "I'll think about it." My kid will be reaching sexual maturity right about the time I bring her in. There's something I like about that. I shall give her unto my firstborn. I also think it's kind of gross, but it's pointless to nitpick what's gross about my life. Reproductively, in a way, the People are less parasitic on women than regular men are. My spider kid carries my entire genome. A human baby would only have half. Each individual spider-guy is two sexes. One sex is expressed through its penis in the form of sperm, and the other comes out of its abdomen in the form of midlarvae. All of the breeding pool dwellers originate in those abdomens. Except for the women, of course. We're the third sex in their system. The first two compose a gene pool, the kind our biological science is familiar with. It enables them to selectively breed themselves at a ridiculously fast pace. Our species gets to provide a genetic ground state, for stability. Kind of sexist, but it's pointless to nitpick about that, too. My spider friends come from a line that has been breeding with H. sapiens for tens of thousands of years. They've been kept in reserve for just this kind of emergency, where my species meteorically rises in power. Not many genes cross that species barrier, between the first two sexes and the third. But some do. There are some creepily human features embedded in those spiders. Their eyes: twelve of them, set so deep in their cephalothorax that I can barely see them. But when I do, they look exactly human. Their hands: big and armor-plated, but basically human. And as I recently discovered, their dicks. I find my first clue while I'm surfing the net. I see a picture of an uncircumcised penis. Don't remember why, it's the internet. I'm dumbfounded: Why does this man have a spider-penis? Then, I feel dumb. I didn't know what an uncircumcised penis looks like. I thought the spiders' lumpy, tardigrade-faced dicks were bizarre and alien, but they're just uncircumcised. The only alien things about them are the randomly sized bumps and weird colors, and those are variable. They can change their skin texture and color. It's an adaptation for camouflage, but they do it with their dicks for my benefit. If they flatten out the texture, their dicks should look completely human. I get up from the computer, have to see this for myself. They aren't easy to find when they're not looking for me. Instinctively, they're always hiding. They know every nook and cranny in this place. I'm looking for minutes on end. What am I doing? I've got three quizzes tomorrow and here I'm wandering all over my giant house looking for spider cock like I've had some deficiency of it. I pull up the tablecloth, and find one. He looks annoyed. I like that. I get on my back and slide under him like a mechanic. The penis is under the abdomen, a few inches behind the crotch of his last pair of legs. It's enclosed by two bony plates that swing open sideways, like a missile launcher bay. Those plates swinging open has become a familiar sight, a signal that I'm about to lose control of my life for about ten minutes. I wiggle my fingers between them and pry them open. Old Mr. Tardigrade Face. Smaller and softer than I've ever seen it. I take that wrinkled face and pull it back. The familiar purple helmet of the glans penis. All along it's been there, inside those jagged alien members. Not quite as alien now, but quite a bit more creepy. And quite soft. Powerless. I don't think about it. I close my eyes and lean in. My lips close around its hairy base. It let it grow inside my mouth. It fills me up, slides past my uvula. The helmet gets pressed flat against back of my throat, but it doesn't stop. It gets harder, putting its own impression into my throat flesh. Two hands clasp my ears, and I lose control of the situation for about ten minutes. Why do I keep thinking about the sex? I was coming up with a plan. Shit, the dirt road. I'm almost there. What was the plan? I had a plan. I park in the driveway and walk inside the house. I sit up in Sarah's bed. That hypnosis candle she was burning. Last time I woke up, it was half-gone. Now it's only one-quarter gone. It unburned itself. "Dude, you fell asleep," she tells me. "Oh. I wasn't supposed to?" "No. Hypnosis isn't normal sleep. You were normal sleeping." "Sorry, I must have been pooped. Heh. I had a funny dream." "What about?" My eyes flutter. "Hanging out with some chicks in my hot tub. Hey, you want to come over tonight?" "I don't know. Forty-five minutes each way? I've got homework due." "Do it in the car!" "Okay."