Female / Girl

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A Second Life – 1

Well, here’s one from Cathy and I and Cathy’s stepfather. Cathy and I started it then he added a lot of the stuff about the old man’s memories – an old guy who thinks he should have been a girl. In our SF fantasy he gets both that wish and the implicit one. He doesn’t want to be an 82 year old woman. He wants to be a young, gorgeous babe. By the way “Otis”, Cathy’s stepfather, is only 58, so even he is only guessing what goes on in the mind of a really old man.
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Chapter 1: Another Life
I woke up slowly, not having any idea why I was now a female. The breasts would have been hint enough. They were firm and shapely. The kind I’d always adored most of my seventy years living on this world as an adult male. But I was laying flat on a bed or padded table. It wasn’t until I sat up some hours later that I would fully experience the force of gravity reminding me that I now definitely had mammary glands, nice squeezable ones.
The first indication was my missing genitals. I can’t say I was terrible upset because I was very heavily sedated. And besides, my body no longer felt like it should have genitals, at least not male ones. I could hardly lift my arms. But even without touching myself I could feel that I was now equipped with a cavity.
A man walked in the room, a young handsome man, strong looking. I knew, even without noticing his uniform, that he was a male nurse.
I think he said hello but my hearing was still very poor. The man laid his hand on my waist and massaged my belly a little. It felt good. And for some reason my new female body liked being touched by such a sexy male. Until Max touched me, I had not noticed my own nudity.
Phoenix had discovered right from the beginning that sexual eroticism was the best way to revive a sleeper. It was a fact that interested the press and spawned many a cheap romance tale of oldsters waking up in young bodies and falling in love with their nurses. The silly thing is it’s true, happens every time and hardly merits a story. It’s just good medical practice. The other thing is that these nurses hardly ever have mutual sex with their patients. Within a short while Max would start giving me the first of many orgasms. But by the time I could do for him what I wanted to do, I would no longer need his help and he would be working with a new female patient.
I knew about Phoenix. Everyone did. The company was the first and still most successful of those offering un-aging. The process was expensive. Some said unnecessarily so. With population pressure always a problem, recycling oldsters was just another way of adding to the burden. Making it affordable to everyone would make it a significant problem. The government had come up with a compromise. Tax it of course! The rich could afford a second chance, the middle class if they saved. The actual numbers who managed to pony up the fee where not so great. They added insignificantly to the added burden of new babies each year. And starting life again as an already educated adult meant a lot of resources were saved by not needing to educate newbies. Of course, training was often necessary if the person actually expected to work as a professional of some sort, even in the field he had been in fifty years earlier.
People who emerged from the tanks were legally the same age as when they entered. The process un-aged you. It did not un-grow you. It could do that, but tests with animals had shown you only get one chance to mature. If you took an eighty year old woman and regressed her back to a ten year old, she would start aging slowly, but would never mature, never reach adolescence. Most humans do not want to spend a second life time in the aging body of a child. So Phoenix was careful to stop at a point where maturity is completed and aging barely started. For females this left the woman seemingly about sixteen, for males around nineteen.
After my wife and son died together in an accident I had little to live for. I’d been retired for twenty years and was bored with my life of leisure, especially living it as a lonely old fart some eighty-two years of age. What Phoenix offered wasn’t what everyone wanted, even those who could afford it. Marge and I couldn’t afford it so we never had to make a choice. Then there was just me, and my son had this big life insurance policy he’d started in his thirties when he thought he was getting married. Since the girl had gotten cold feet, it turned out I was his only heir. No parent wants to inherit money from their child! I felt like killing myself. I remember wondering at one point if Phoenix was a way out of my misery. But it was only a passing speculation as far as I could remember. Apparently I was the one in three who had significant “short term” memory loss, because I had no memory of ever actually changing my mind and contacting the company. The last thing I could remember for sure was my birthday when I turned 82. Not having either my wife or son there had been especially depressing.
But waking up in the body of a luscious sixteen year old girl, it was hard to let myself be depressed. Martin Hess was some other person who had died a lonely old man. Man? That was the one thing that I could find no theory for. Phoenix didn’t change people’s sex. It only made them younger!
It was hard to communicate with Max. I could hardly talk. Even my whispers sounded like grunts, though that was an improvement from twenty minutes earlier. I could now hear and understand him when he said something. But communication was all one way. The second time he told me his name I understood him. But when his talented hands moved up toward my breasts, I lost interest in everything other than that delicious feeling. It had been so many years since I’d had an erection I could hardly remember being a functional male. And it had been many years before that since the last time a woman had given my penis this kind of attention. My wife had never liked sucking or fondling my member, though she had enjoyed intercourse into our late fifties. I was about forty-five the last time I’d paid a professional to give me a hand job. AIDS hadn’t been cured then so she wasn’t about to suck me. Anyway, I don’t remember her hands on my penis feeling anywhere as good as Max’s hands on my new overly ripe tits.
As a young man I’d always been interested in the question of who enjoyed sex more. Partly I sort of wondered if I was really a man myself. Somewhere inside I maybe wanted to be a woman. I loved heterosexual sex, the idea of male and female genitals locked together, the feel of myself inside a woman. But I always longed to know what it felt like for her to have me inside her vagina, or on those few occasions, inside her heinie. When I had fantasies, I was the female being ravished by one or more very male studs. But being the male in real life was still much better than not having sex.
I often wondered if I would like a homosexual relationship. But I was never tempted to find out. I could fantasize about being a sweet young girl having her pretty ass reamed. But I didn’t think I wanted anything to do with a man who’d find my hairy old ass attractive. And I didn’t feel any temptation myself to fuck other men, even young attractive ones.
Toward the end of the twentieth century they had developed sex change operations, with some interest in the male to female direction. I never heard much about women being given artificial penises, but the creation of an artificial vagina was practiced. Breasts were relatively simple. Give a guy girl hormones and “she” grows breasts, functional ones. With about the same prep as a regular woman who hasn’t had a baby, these breasts can be made to lactate. That part sounded interesting. Imagine having a man suckle my nipples and taste my abundant milk? Certainly orgasmic! Apparently the hormones also made “her” body less hairy and often improved “her” head hair.
But the vaginas they made didn’t sound so good. They cut an incision in the muscle, cut your penis in half and insert it inside out into the hole. This gives you nerve endings inside so you can feel something inside this cavity. But would it feel like you were a woman getting laid? Without a cervix? No womb? And probably not even the right feelings, just stupid feelings. I couldn’t believe it would be worthwhile. And what man would want to fuck such a klugey cavity? “Her” anus would probably be much better.
One thing I didn’t need Max to tell. However it had happened, what now opened up between my thighs was the real McCoy. I knew there was all the right equipment there inside this very female body. I didn’t know if I could conceive and give birth, though it felt like I could. It certainly felt like, with this body, I could have fun trying to get myself knocked up. Boy could I have fun! My life long fantasy, being a young, attractive female with eager men making love to me! I just knew I’d do for all these future men what women had rarely done for me, what women rarely do for men.
Most women like to make love by having sex. Men like to have sex and make love. The difference is women like my wife, Marge, don’t really want sex except to have babies. The rest of the time it’s just something men want to do. Marge always wanted to “just cuddle” especially after we were beyond the baby making stage. Every time she suggested it I felt like I died a little. It made it abundantly clear how little she’d cared for sex itself. And what every man wants, me included, was a woman who craved the sex itself along with the love making.
We have this fantasy, we men do, that there are women out there who crave sex the way we do. We don’t ever meet them, except maybe on the street in the red light district. But you never know if she’s just pretending. And many of them don’t even bother pretending. During my long marriage, in my thirties and forties, I occasionally paid for sex so I could enjoy some variety. It was never anywhere as good as the few affairs I had when a horny neighbor would fuck me only because she wanted me to fuck her. Those few times were always the best, doing it with a sexy woman who had no other reason for having you inside her vagina except that she wanted you there. And one of them wanted it in her fanny almost as much as in her pussy! Anal sex with a woman who liked anal sex! Marge did it a few times when we were first married and never learned to like it.
In my thirties the prostitutes were simply a diversion, putting my penis inside the vaginas of different women. The few really interesting experiences were again with neighbors, bondage, anal sex, fellacio. Cunnilingus too. My lovers always liked that. But the whores who wouldn’t suck my dick would let me eat them. They always seemed mildly surprised when I did it but didn’t tell me not to.
In my forties, my interest in whores became even less demanding. I wasn’t having affairs. My wife was one of the few women I’d ever been in bed with who didn’t want me to eat her, though it became necessary as she got older if we didn’t use KY. I longed for a woman who would spread her thighs in pleasure when I went down on her. Fellacio from professionals was still out, but hand jobs with lubricant was fine. So I’d do coitus with my wife about once a week and about once a year I’d pay a whore to touch my erection with her fingers and let me kiss and lick her vagina, which surprised most of them. I never bothered to explain to them that I was getting enough missionary sex from my wife. I think I was forty-five the last time I paid for a hand job.
God! Almost forty years ago! No wonder I can’t remember it well enough to compare it to the tit squeezing Max is giving me. And here you’d think I could actually make the call, having been a man and now finding myself a young woman. I suppose if I’d just been a young man I’d be able to make the judgment call. But I know my life long prejudices are clouding my feelings. I always believed a woman could potentially enjoy sex more than a man, though I could never understand why they were so often reluctant to do so. Anyway, I am convinced that what I’m feeling is much better than what would be experienced by a male body in this situation.
Max has just asked me something which I didn’t quite understand. I hope he was asking me if I wanted him to be a bit more intimate in his fondling. Whatever he asked I smile because I think I will love anything he does to me.
He is now massaging my legs. It feels wonderful, especially my thighs, even when he isn’t brushing up against my crotch. I even like what he keeps doing to my feet! But now he’s cupping my genitals. My pussy lips cupped into the palm of a beautiful man. I never expected this. I never expected having pussy lips though I’ve often had them in my daydreams. I don’t miss my penis at all, because I’m not even remotely a male any more and don’t even have any residual feelings, only memories. I remember caressing women this way. Did any of them enjoy it as much as I am right now?
My legs are starting to get a little strength in them and my first act is to spread them as much as possible, which is only slightly. But Max can see what I’m doing and trying to do. He’s a professional doing his job. But I can see he enjoys his job and enjoys seeing a girl show her pleasure as much as she can. It’s funny. I’m at least 82 years old. But I feel like a shy girl of sixteen in the hand of a masterful seductor, a man I want to please more than anything.
I can feel the warmth where his hand touches me. I can feel the joy down there as he explores my intimate places. His finger is inside me. It feels good, like he’s massaging my insides. If I could roll over I might be tempted to do so and see if he’d do the same for my anus. But I think he will anyhow when he gets to it.
My whole body needs massaging and Max is attentive. Not all his time is spent squeezing my breasts, feeling inside my crevice, or fondling my fanny. So much time is spent manipulating my limbs and neck and face and feet that I am all the more appreciative when he returns to one of my erogenous zones. This is a sexual massage at its best! If I’d woken up a man the nurse would have been an attractive female.
Max seems so personally interested in my sex. His fingers are constantly inside enticing my interest. He’s now had me on my tummy several times and done the same in my anus. My body is still so disconnected that I cannot fully feel my first few orgasms. They seemed to happen in remote control. My pussy feels happy, then suddenly I’m convulsing down there, twitching in the dance of love. Yet up here in my brain I am only aware of what’s happening, but not taking a part. Each time, however, the feeling become more general, more wide spread. The fourth one seemed to reach my nipples. I could see and feel them swelling up with pleasure. When the feeling gets all the way to my brain I think I will finally know the best part of being a female!
Max will stay with me for about twenty hours. Then he will have a two day break before his next patient. He tells me this is because he gets tired giving, and receiving, so much pleasure. The first massage lasts about an hour and only stops after I have experienced several full body orgasms and shown that I can move my head and limbs.
For about an hour we just talk, with me still lying on my back. I am naked, of course, and would have myself no other way being here with my lover. Max knows how I feel and constantly reinforces my feelings with appreciative glances at the parts of my body. There is no reason I should not want him to look where he has been fondling me. In fact, I much prefer he does. During this break, like a good masseur, Max maintains some body contact, holding my hand, or resting his fingers somewhere on my body. He is not always touching my pussy lips. But he has done this so much that anywhere he touches me feels like he’s still fingering my privates. I would have this never end, even if it meant never getting up off this bed. But my fee did not include paying for Max for the rest of my life. Nor would he want to stay here. He’s a nurse, not a sex provider.
With only slight difficulty I can now form words and ask questions. But it is much harder to talk than think. I want to know how much memory I’ve lost. But I simply ask what day it is.
“January 17, 2087” is his answer. I turned 82 in 2085, and 83 last fall and remember nothing about it. The Phoenix process takes about two months before they wake you up. But around fourteen months seem to be missing. Some time during that year I apparently decided to go ahead and pay for the operation.
“I used to be a man?” I meant to ask why I was now a woman but that wasn’t necessary. Max knew what I meant.
“Yes. I’ve never encountered it before, but I have heard of it happening. I’m only a nurse and the doctors will explain more fully. Do you mind being a woman?”
“No, love it.” I managed to squeak out.
“Good. One of the things they’ll tell you is that the company is not responsible for what happened. It’s possible you might want to sue, but no one has yet. Apparently this only happens to people who really want it to happen. Probably a very careful study before hand might have predicted it. But since the result is benign there’s no reason to go to such an expense with every customer. You know the basic process?”
I nodded, but he still gave me the cook’s tour. In fact, I actually didn’t really know how the process worked. He didn’t either. But he knew a lot more than I did.
“The cells are purged of poisons, and the body is purged of bad cells, even parts of bad cells in many cases. Aging leaves trash throughout the whole body. Cancer is eliminated. But what is cancer? How does the machinery recognize such cells? How does it examine every cell in your body? It doesn’t. It lets the healthy cells throw out the bad ones, like excess fat cells. Or throw out the bad parts of the bad cells. The other cells vote on what’s good. Apparently, in your case, a majority of your body thought you were supposed to be female.
“This probably included your brain which is why you like the result. I’ve been told that men who change during the process are the most female of females when they emerge. They become every man’s dream girl. We try to keep this out of the general public knowledge to protect your privacy. Otherwise, half the world would be trying to sign you up as a porn star the minute you walked out the door. Our only advice is go slow. Enjoy yourself but don’t make it a point of telling your lovers why you’re such a fantastic lover. A female of a different kind is an oddity. But as long as people just think you’re a regular woman at the high end of being sexy, there won’t be that problem.
“By the way, you’re even more fertile than most sixteen year old healthy girls. Apparently the narrow window of fertility each month doesn’t apply. Unlike other girls, you can get knocked up almost two weeks in every month. So if you don’t want a lot of babies or abortions, you have to take birth control seriously. I won’t even suggest abstinence. The records show that it’s absolutely impossible in a case like yours. You’ll go crazy if you don’t fuck multiple times during each fertile period. Apparently, after going to so much trouble making you into a woman, your body is determined to make use of the fact. I can see from your smile that this whole idea excites you.”
While telling me all this, Max started again fondling my crotch. I guess he’d decided I’d had enough physical rest. I now had almost full control of my legs, at least sideways, and used this to open them wide for him. I never realized it felt so good for the girl when she was just being cooperative. Just opening my legs for him felt surprisingly erotic. And it felt wonderful to be able to open myself up completely, not just a few inches like I’d managed earlier. I would quickly discover in the weeks ahead that offering myself to a man in any way or any position was surprisingly, delightfully erotic, even if he did nothing to me immediately. Just bending over and spreading my buns so he can easily fuck me is almost as good as actually getting fucked. I sometimes start having orgasms just anticipating what I hope will come next. Do other women have this much sensitivity or am I really an “oddity”?
While Max squeezed and rubbed and penetrated, I fell open to his touch. It felt so wonderful to be wide open with his fingers inside me! I never wanted to feel my thighs touch each other, never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to feel his fingers withdraw from my insides. But I knew this would end eventually. The trick would be to find men who wanted to fuck me frequently. I probably knew more about what men wanted than most regular women. I was sure I could arrange something.
As I thought about it I realized that the insurance money would have been much more than the process fee. When I left the clinic, I wouldn’t have to work for a long time. Perhaps with proper management I could even live indefinitely off my dividend earnings. I didn’t have a marketable trade being forty years obsolete in my previous profession. About the only thing I could think of that I might enjoy doing would be prostitution. I could hardly remember what a whore got paid when I was buying the services. I’d heard that with legalization, health issues finally solved, and the changes in morality making the profession more socially acceptable so that women where now more than ever willing to do it, the price had gone down. But with organized crime no longer involved, the girls got to keep most of the money, taxes being much lower than a pimp’s cut. So the profession paid the girls today a better income per customer.
What would I call myself? Martin could become Mary. But that sounded too goodie. Marie or Maria? I wasn’t sure what I looked like as a girl. Could I pass for Spanish? I would change my last name also. Not Hess. Maybe Hermosa? In Mexico maybe “pretty Mary” would sound presumptuous. But in an English speaking country it would sound sweet and exotic. Maria Hermosa I decided just as I suddenly realized that I was having another orgasm, and this one was turning into a whopper! This time I felt it everywhere, in my toes, my ass, my shoulders, my face, and naturally, my tits and clit. I felt myself arching, pushing my crotch up to meet his fingers, gushing my love juice up to his hand, though much of it falling back on my crotch, the insides of my thighs, and the sheet under my fanny. As I calmed down I realized I’d thrown my arms up over my head. It was the first time I’d moved them more than a few inches. Phoenix knew what they were doing using erotic stimulation to get a girl’s ticker back up to speed!

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Becky’s incarceration

They year is 2052 and an oppresive regim has established itself in the country and and has caused overcrowding in all of the prisons. Becky has been sentenced and this story followers her processing and incarceration. This is my first story which I wrote in one night I have a im sorry about the grammar and spelling I am slightly dyslexic. Please comment, Id love to hear if you enjoyed it, and would love any constructive critiscism. Becky, age 13, slim, shoulder length gingerblonde hair

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Harry Potter 11 Thankful Thanksgiving

Thankful Thanksgiving
The next few weeks went buy dull. After searching the room of requirement a hundred times over, Harry went and made Kreacher and asked Dobby to help look. Harry awoke the morning of thanksgiving and decided to skip breakfast and search the room. Harry slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Pavarti and Padme Patil were inside at the back of the room and had not noticed Harry enter. Harry crept down the isle and hid behind a bookcase.
“We need to find a place to put these before someone finds them.” Harry heard one of them say. “There’s this cabinet but it looks to open. How about behind that stack of books?” the other one replied. Harry tried to look better to see what they were hiding, but they had their backs to him. Harry just stood there quietly, watching and waiting. They moved over to the stack of books one of them pointed out and put something back there. “We could get one more use out of them.” one of them stated and the other just smiled and reached behind the books.
They both pulled their cloths off and walked over to a bed Harry noticed that just came out of nowhere. They lay down with their knees touching and their pussies were inches apart. Harry finally saw what they were hiding when one of them pulled it out into the open. Harry saw a pink double-headed dildo that had to be 10-12 inches long. The one toward the bottom of the bed put it to the opening of her pussy. She pulled the middle of the dildo and it seemed to slide right in. The other sister did the same thing except she seemed to have a little trouble but it slid in nevertheless.
They both lay down and grabbed the top and bottom of the bed, whichever end they each were at, and pulled themselves apart. They then pushed until the dildo was buried into both of their pussies. Harry was hard as a rock by now, took his cock out, and stroked it slowly. They moved faster and faster until they both screamed at the same time and released their grips. Harry just stood there waiting for what seemed like an hour, when he checked his watch in fact only 15 min past, when he heard them both start to snore.
Harry decided he would like to have some fun to so he walked over to the side of the bed. Harry just noticed that they were indeed twins, everything was the same even the triangle pussy hair, with the same size breasts. Their breasts were allot bigger than Ginny’s and Hermione’s put together, although laying down he couldn’t tell exactly how big they were, so he decided to caress the one toward the top of the bed. Harry bent his head lower and stroked her nipple with the tip of his tongue; she gave a moan of pleasure.
Harry reached down and pulled the dildo out of both the pussies, considering it was falling out anyways, and stuck three fingers in. Her pussy was nice, hot and wet around his fingers. Harry pulled them out and in as fast as he could while sucking on her tits. Harry figured it was not fast enough so he rotated her until her pussy was at the edge of the bed. Harry got down on his knees and stuck only two fingers in this time. He gave her pussy a little flick of his tongue and started going at it. Harry pushed and pulled his hand as fast as he could, after a minute or so he decided thought to himself, “Why should she have all the fun? They are twins after all.” Harry got up, after a little wine from the first twin, turned the second around like her sister, and put them side by side. He then got back down, put two fingers in each pussy, pushed them in and out in a back, and forth motion. He pushed his right fingers in and as he pulled them, out he would push the left hand in.
Both girls were bucking their hips in unison and moaning, “faster” Harry was surprised to hear this because he thought they were sleeping but he had expected it eventually because he did not know anyone that could sleep through this. Harry moved his hands as fast as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough so he pulled his hands out and took off all of his clothes while looking at them in their eyes. He then climbed on top of the first girl and slid his dick into her. Harry noticed the other one got up and went off somewhere. Harry looked around for her while he was fucking her sister. She came back from the stack of book wearing a dick. Well it was a strap on dildo. Harry figured she was going to use it on her sister’s ass so he tried rolling onto his back but they both just held him there on top. Harry did not think anything of it so he kept pounding away.
Harry could feel something wet on his asshole but before he could turn around, he felt a dick shoved into his ass. It was the most uncomfortable thing Harry had ever felt so he stopped humping and tried pulling it out. The girl underneath him just grabbed his arms and held him in a firm grasp. Harry started enjoying it pounding into his ass. Harry decided to keep fucking along while being fucked. All three of them were moaning and groaning loudly. Harry felt the pressure fill up in his balls and he pushed hard and deep into her. Harry’s cum just exploded into her. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever felt. He pulled out of her and fell to the side releasing the cock in his ass. The other sister was not done yet so she took the cock off and strapped it to her sister.
Harry had gotten dressed while the two sisters continued fucking. Harry slipped out of the room, went back to Gryffindor town, and sat by the fire. “Harry, Harry wake up.” Harry had fallen asleep sitting in the chair. Ginny was shaking him awake and asked him where he’d been. Harry told her he was just searching the room of requirement all morning. It was now closing on lunch and Ginny just sat on his lap before they went and ate. When lunch came, Harry was starving this time and they walked down to the great hall together.
They sat down across from Hermione and Ron waiting for the food to arrive. Harry could already smell the pumpkin pies baking for the feast tonight. After eating, they all went to the room of requirement to do some more searching. Harry went first to make sure the coast was clear, to really look for the Pavarti twins, and they stepped inside. They all searched all over until diner was ready and they left. As they walked, they started talking about the Horcrux not being in there and it might be in Slytherin somewhere. They sat down and the food popped up in front of them, which consisted of turkeys, hams, casseroles, beets and stuffing along with other items. Harry ate as much as he could save some room for pies. After diner, they all went up to their common room to rest. Ginny and Ron knocked off early with everyone else but Harry and Hermione was not tired so they started talking about the Horcruxes.
Hermione and Harry were sitting across from each other talking. Hermione bent over to pick up Crookshank, who was rubbing her legs, and her top fell open. When she sat straight, again she did not seem to notice her nipple was hanging out in the open. Harry got hard right away, which made a tent in his robes. Hermione noticed right away, looked into his eyes, and followed where his glare was. She looked down and noticed her nipple hanging there but instead of covering up she, after putting the cat down, got up and down in between Harry’s legs and released his cock. Hermione put it all into her mouth and sucked on it like a pro. Bobbing her head up and down was a beautiful sit to Harry but he wanted to do something with his hands so he bent over and cupped her breasts from the sides.
Harry looked down as his cock entered and exited from her mouth. Harry grabbed he head slightly and leaned his head back, with his eyes closed, to enjoy the sensation. Hermione released his cock and removed all of her clothes. She then climbed up on Harry’s lap and sank his cock into her pussy. It was a loose fitting, but it felt, and Harry grabbed her hips and helped her up and down on it. Both Harry and Hermione threw their head back and started panting. Hermione also gave some moans every other plunge. Harry reached up and cupped her breasts, giving each nipple a twist. After a few more bounces Harry reached around and shoved his finger up her ass. Harry then grabbed her ass, with his finger still buried, and pulled her down so he could come in her.
After getting dressed and cleaned, they went off to bed. In the next couple of weeks, they had checked the room of requirements but found nothing so Harry decided to give up and try something else after the holidays. Hermione was going home for a few days and then meet up with them at the burrow on Christmas day. That would give her some time with her parents and then some time with the Weasleys.
To Be Continued.….

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The Sphere

It was the humming that woke her up. The humming, and the headache. It wasn’t a hangover, the woman thought. It felt different. What had she done?
The woman sat up slowly, sliding her slender legs over the edge of the bed. She felt cool steel. Unusual.
The darkness around her did not change as her eyes adjusted. She reached a hand down as she slid to the floor, confirming her belief. This wasn’t a bed, more likely a table of some sort. She held a breath as her feet touched the cold floor. It was also, she assumed, steel.
No sooner than she had felt the surface beneath her, bright white lights flooded the room. She stuck her hand over her eyes, blocking the intrusive light. Through her cracked fingers, she began taking in the room around her. It was like the inside of a dome, with sterile steel walls, the same as the floor. She stood shakily on her smooth, shapely legs, and sighed slowly as she surveyed the room. There appeared to be no doors. No windows. The only feature of the room appeared to be the table she had woken up on.
The woman noticed the cold. Once it was in her mind, she shivered violently, unable to shake the deep chill. She reached her hands over her hips, failing to find any fabric. Wherever she was, her clothes didn’t follow. She nervously covered her breasts with her arms, the cold-stiffened nipples pressed tightly. Her legs crossed, attempting to cover her softest flesh, leaving only a slight strip of hair visible in the V of her pelvis. Small goosebumps rose up her thin arms, rolling across the smooth skin of her shoulders.
A blinking green light on the floor caught her attention.
She moved to the light, cautiously looking around as she squatted down. It seemed to emanate a small amount of heat, spurring her hand closer. She realized almost too late that it was, in fact, a button. It was inscribed with a numeral “I”. She quickly withdrew, nervous of the repercussions of pressing it. She stood up, catching her breath quietly.
The floor grew colder beneath her.
She jumped up, startled by the change in environment. Testing her theory, she moved to the wall, resting her hand against it. It was ice cold. The lights began to dim, adding to the overall sense of foreboding. She retreated back to the button, drawn by it’s warmth. The floor began to burn her feet with it’s icy bite. A long drawn in breath returned into a long mist of steam. She closed her eyes tightly, and pressed the green button.
A mechanical clank opened her eyes.
The center of the room began to lower into a narrow spiral staircase. Steam rose from the opening, a sure sign of heat. The woman hurried to follow it, the warm mist enveloping her smooth white skin, sparkling with crystallization as it met the cold air.
The room was oddly shaped, almost like a bowl. She realized that the building was a sphere, and this happened to be the lower half. She could make out the same featureless steel walls through the steam. She walked up the sloped floor, relieved to feel the warmth on her skin. She began sliding as she attempted to scale the curved incline, and lost all footing as she heard another ‘clank’ from behind her. The staircase sealed itself back into the roof, locking her in the steam.
A bright red button glowed tauntingly from the roof.
The slender woman walked back to the center of the bowl, her hair becoming heavy with moisture. Soft beads of water slid from her face, creating small trails down her full breasts. She ran a finger along her firm stomach, testing the wetness left by the haze around her.
She cried.
The sound echoed around her, swelling in her ears. She muffled herself, attempting to regain control. A small trickling sound became apparent.
To her surprise, water began flushing down the sides of the bowl, drawing warm water into the center. The woman spun around restlessly as the water began to fill the hemispherical room. Panic set in as the relentless water poured, bringing it to neck level.
It stopped.
Another industrial noise drew her eyes to the ceiling, where several circular hatches opened. Multiple objects fell into the water. The woman shrieked, swimming towards the curved edge of the bowl.
Something brushed her leg.
The woman flailed in the water, attempting to fight off the intruder.
She felt it again.
She reached into the water, grabbing ahold of one of her assailants. It was a smooth, phallic object. It squirmed in her hand, whirring with its mechanical resistance. A quick shock emitted from it, forcing her to drop it in the water. She clambered towards the edge, kicking her legs violently. The red button mocked her, dangling out of reach on the ceiling. She reached the incline, dragging her hands against the steel, helplessly crawling.
The mechanical phallus hit her. She gasped as it pushed against the soft flesh of her vagina, attempting to gain access. She reached her hands to attempt to expel the invader, instead finding two more of the steel shafts. She grabbed them in an attempt to strike against the other.
Her hands seized as currents shot through her. The two machines in her hands were sending localized shocks, contracting her hands tightly around them. They began to separate, holding her arms out in a T-Shape.
The trickle began again as water began filling the bowl.
The woman squirmed, resisting the invader between her legs. She knew she was losing, and her legs grew tired. her feet no longer touched the bottom of the bowl, and the two probes in her hands kept her head afloat. She froze as the tip of the invader found it’s mark.
Despite the warm water, the steel was distinctly cool. The woman gasped out as the thick body of the machine began sliding inside of her, pressuring the walls of her tunnel. She was too tired to scream. The segments of the shaft began rotating in opposite directions, effectively drilling itself deeper into her tightness. Her body convulsed against it, attempting to squeeze it out of her. The warm water seemed to become more viscous around her, adding lubrication to the machine. She felt her legs go limp as the last of the strength in her legs gave out. The phallus was having it’s way with her, pistoning and spinning inside of her. Her hole spasmed around the cool steel hardness, unable to fight without her legs. Her head threw back in defeat, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
The red button was getting closer.
Her limp legs shook mildly as the rod thrashed about inside of her. There was a numb pleasant feeling, but the horror of the situation detracted any sense of pleasure. The woman drifted helplessly in the rising fluid, her chest rising and falling with the thrusting below. A mild orgasm struck her, not in pleasure or enjoyment, but out of natural response. As her walls contracted, the machine pressed in deeply. She exhaled sharply, feeling the rigid steel straighten inside of her against her cervix, releasing a warm sensation deep into her core.
The shaft withdrew from her hole, disappearing into the fluid. The two probes on her hand released their electric hold on her, releasing her into the thickening fluid around her. Her muscles were exhausted. The only reason she didn’t sink straight into the fluid was the change in viscosity. Holding in deep breaths, she kept her head above the surface.
The red button was tantalizingly close.
The woman shakily lifted her right arm. It trembled with exhaustion from the electric contraction. It was as if she were tied down, her arm struggling against gravity and fatigue. With a final gasp of exertion, her finger grazed the button, the ridge of the inscribed “II” brushing lightly. The spiral staircase lowered in front of her, cutting its way through the thickening fluid.
The last desperate strength in her muscles brought her forward, swimming though a thick gel. She slumped herself up the last steps, collapsing as she reached the top hemisphere once more. As she lay gasping on the steel, she surveyed the room. The table was no longer there. The staircase sealed behind her, disappearing into the floor. She looked for the little green button. It was gone. A deep feeling of unease hit her. She looked up to the apex of the dome to see an orange flash. The button. The lights were still dim in this room, and a quick movement flashed by. Her foot moved into a small, sticky pile. She withdrew quickly and curled into the fetal position.
The woman stared at the orange button. Through it’s flashes, she could make out tick marks. She cried.
The button read “III”.
Below her, unknown, the bottom hemisphere transformed again. A new room was building.
The sphere waited.

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Kelly’s Magical Saterday

 Kelly woke to sun cascading over here perfectly rounded size C breasts, She giggled as she pinched he half-inch light pink nipple and sent a shock throughout her body. It was a Saturday which made it all the better. 
Kelly was 21, lived alone, virgin, not particularly social, but if she was she would have no trouble finding someone to share a bed with. She had long brown almost red hair, ideal size C breasts, pronounced abs and muscles that looked strong but are more sexy than gross, her legs looked chiseled out of marble, and made for a magazine, the year before she went and got all of her body hair lasered off except for the hair on top of her head, her eyebrows and a neat little light brown diamond just above her pussy, everyday she made sure that she washed her face, brushed her teeth, took a long hot shower to get the rest of her clean, among other things to make sure her body was in top condition hygiene wise. She also ate well and exercised daily. All this made her body the fit of the fit, clean of the clean, and miraculously she had absolutely no social life. She never played any organized sports, which made Kelly’s talent in fitness impossible to spot. 
She rolled out of bed obviously horny. She did her daily routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face then she slid into the steam of the shower that took all the trouble of her life away. She had a bench in the shower that she bought for one reason, not to rest her feet, or to catch herself if she fell but to mastrabate.
She put one leg up and one hanging down spreading her legs to reveal first her diamond shaped hair tuft, then her light pink pussy dripping it’s juices. Her clitoris already showing itself begging to be touched. Luck for it she was quick to the spot, first she rubbed her clit in slow small circles, then brought her other index finger and slid it along her pussy lips all the way to the bottom, still wet with pussy juices it made it’s way to Kelly’s asshole and started fingering that. Breathing hard now, she had enough and her clit sent a jolt from her thighs exploding into her stomach and spread across her body erecting her nipples.
She was satisfied with the warm feeling in her stomach that told her it was Saturday, there was more to come. She stood up making sure she washed her hair completely, she stepped out and made her way to the closet still wet and nude with here perfect tight ass chasing behind.
 Her closet was a woman’s dream world of sexual enhancers that she had collected over the years. Kelly had tank-tops that didn’t even cover her nipples, spandex leggings that gave easy access to everything it covered, panties with built in vibrators, and many more items so crazy they can only be described with pure lust. But before she could have any fun she had to exercise, she put on a simple pink sports bra and navy blue pink and white running short shorts. 
She set off on her seven mile loop with a amazingly fit 7 minute mile pace that only got faster as she went. She ran along the desert road the brought her farther into the country of Pase, a suburb just north of San Diego. 
As she ran her breasts, a little loose in her bra swayed freely, her sweat made it’s way to the most protruded part of her breasts, her erect nipples making the fabric soaked as a result, it was ever so slightly see through. Her abs flexing with the jogging rhythm, they looked something like a washing board bouncing to her beat. Her ass pronounced in her tight short shorts, two large mounds made of bronze, she had been tanning nude recently.
When she turned the corner to run into the forest that would put her onto the California beach, she was greeted by her best and only real friend Lauren. Lauren was much like Kelly with B size breasts, long flowing blond hair, perfect body, long legs, virgin, not that social, and intelligent. They talk for a minute, then ran into the woods towards the beach.
The path through the forest was 2 miles long. Kelly and Lauren had run it many times, so many it was quite possible for them to run it blindfolded, but recently a storm had knocked down branches and the river they had to cross was swelling so they had to be careful. They ran through, both secretly admiring each-other. The two were both slightly lesbian but not open about it and longed for a taste of another girls pussy. 
They had ran to the creek that cut through the forest. Then decided to go swimming to cool off. The water was very cool and refreshing soaking both their sports bras, shorts, and panties, not that their panties need any more soaking. Then everything went wrong, Kelly slipped, hit Lauren and both tumbled unconscious down through the rapids.
They awoke in a dim lit damp cave with the only light from a small hole in the top of the wall. The sun was just setting, and at the end of their moss bed was a small plant. Kelly was puzzled by the plant, attempted to stand up and realized she couldn’t move. Their arms and legs were held down by thick green vines. They panicked and struggled against the vines only to come to the conclusion that, they could not move, all their cloths had disappeared, and that they thought the other looked extremely sexy. 
Kelly was raised by the vines 5 feet off the damp moss and face the wall with the hole. Then she panicked as the plant now seen connected to all the vines and was at the center of operations, the plant about the size of a golf ball sprouted a thin stem the thickness of a thin string and slowly grew toward her. She saw the same thing was happening to Lauren. It came up to her bellybutton, attached itself and spiraling around her waist as another stem, this one the thickness of a man’s penis came up quickly, split into two stems, one the same thickness and the other a thin strand that sprouted a bud that flowered into a beautiful pink and yellow flower that closed on her clitoris and started sucking hard, as the thicker stem caressed her slit and Kelly couldn’t help but let out a low moon. The stem that was spiraling around her waist had completely covering her waist and the plant didn’t stop their, it sprout two more thin strands that went straight to her breasts, flowered and closed on her erect nipples and sucked. That was when Lauren lost the battle to hold back her orgasm, screaming,  she squirted pussy juices all over the plant that quickly absorbed the juices and grew to the size of a basketball. Kelly came shortly after her and the plant swelled to the size of a large bolder. Then the plant sprouted one more stem that went to her asshole and thrusted deep in and out repeatedly, the same thing happened to the stem by her pussy, it jammed deep in, taking her virginity, and giving her another amazing orgasm. The vine in her pussy thrusted into her vaginal canal deeper and deeper breaking her cervix, through to her womb, it probed around a little feeling it was fit, a bulge appeared from the plant and rippled toward her. As it past into her pussy it sent a shiver down her spine and gave her a third orgasm. The bulge blasted up into her womb and sprayed white liquid for a seemingly endless amount of time, her belly expanded to hold all the liquid and when it was finally done they looked 10 months pregnant. It spit a small seed in each of them, set them down, and contracted all it’s vines. The new warm feeling it their wombs made them suddenly tired and they fell asleep.
While they were sleeping the seed sprouted and firmly rooted itself in all sides of the womb which doubled in size since that evening making them look and impossible 20 months pregnant, their stomachs 2 feet wide and two feet out.
When they woke up the next morning realizing what happened they thought they would not be able to get up ever again, but the plant inside of her injected hormones in their bloodstreams that times muscle production by 10 so with every movement their muscles visibly grew. In five minutes it was easy to stand with their gigantic bellies. The hormones also made the sexual desire 20 times that of a normal female and made them overwhelmed with desire.
Seeing each-other sweating and tan from their standing feat they were attracted and instantly on the ground again rubbing each-others pussy. Kelly rubbed Lauren’s clit furiously then pushed a second finger into her pussy as it contracted as Lauren had the most amazing orgasm she has ever had. It started in her thighs as a warm bubble exploding and sent her screaming as pussy juice squirted all over Kelly.
They could have done that for eternity but then they froze as a little vine crept out of each one of their pussies, up to their physically bigger breasts, split, flowered, and sucked their lactating breasts. Once their breasts were back to their normal size, and after they had 2 orgasms each the vines detached and contracted to their pussies. Then inside of them the plant drank the white liquid depleting their womb to look only 4 months pregnant. Then two more stem came out of their naked pussies and wrapped around them making a living pair of panties with a anchor in their pussy and set an anchor in their asshole making them both scream with yet another amazing orgasm, and when their pussy juice dripped out, the plant quickly absorbed it and grew slightly in their wombs. 
Then the plant sent a thin vine up their pregnant bellies to their breasts and wove itself into a living strapless deep green pushup bra, sucking on their nipples constantly.
The plant also made a series of changes on the inside on their bodies. The first grew a vine through their bodies to their lungs and grew a mat over all their oxygen intakes that started producing oxygen itself making them now able to hold their breath endlessly, making them amazing at blowjobs. The second change penetrated into their stomachs and was made to inject all the nutrients to live with a perfect body and not depend on eating, also giving them the exact nutrients made them have not waste products. The third change changed their skin, muscle, bone, and organ makeup, making them have a thin, very strong, transparent layer of plant cells making them indestructible. The fourth change grew a thin stem up their spines to their brains and budded a flower that attached to their brain, making a direct connection to their thoughts, hormones and decisions. 
Kelly felt all this happening and saw the panties and strapless bra grow she thought they were very sexy. Then she herd a thought in her head that was not hers it told her to find her running clothes in the corner, put them on and run home, tomorrow is a big day. Oddly Kelly and Lauren did exactly that.
They ran home and slept with many hormones and sexual skills getting added and taken away making them into the most sexy, sexually experienced, and strongest girls in the world.
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G.S.P. Chapter 4/13 The Question of Ownership

New York city is tormented by mysterious monsters attacks and no attempts to track the suspected aliens are successful. The government’s solution is to form an all new super hero team named G.S.P. to protect the city. The veteran heroes assembled know the hardship of being heroes and how sex might be an useful relief, but are they really prepared for what happens when an innocent (?) bystander hurt during one of their missions is something they have never encountered before?

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Dire Action – Part 2/3

CONTENT WARNING: This particular story segment contains realistic medical procedures mixed into fictional fetishistic medical procedures, bondage, breath-play, forced-feeding, vomiting, mechanically-assisted masturbation, female orgasm denial, enemas, douching, science-fiction, pharmaceuticals, tentacles, and more.
You have been warned.
Diris followed her commanding officer, Jake, down the hall towards the medical wing. “Sir” she began.
“Jake” he insisted.
She walked up next to him and spoke, “Jake, what do you mean when you say that this procedure is “intrusive”?” He didn’t slow his pace, “I believe it would be more appropriate if Kaidi explained this to you.”
Before Diris could say anything more, they walked into the medical wing and were promptly greeted by Kaidi. “Officer Jake, Private Diris, good morning.” Kaidi was the main medical person in the facility. She was somewhat shorter than normal, even for a mouse. Usually she just wore blue scrubs, but today she donned a white apron over them which complimented her white fur. “I’ll leave you to your work Doctor” the officer shook the doctor’s hand, spun on his heel, and walked briskly away, turning the corner out of the medical wing. Kaidi followed him to the double-doors, locking them behind him, and shutting the blinds.
Kaidi paused momentarily to point to a chair in the center of the room “You can take a seat, I’ll be right with you.” Diris approached the chair. It had massive clusters of lights, steps, supports, levers, and tools surrounding it. It looked like a deformed cross between a gynecology chair and dentist chair. Dubious to its appearance, she instead opted to sit down on the doctor’s stool and gawk over the chair’s many complicated looking instruments. Meanwhile, the doctor was following the wall, closing the blinds on all of the windows in the room, and de-activating a camera in the corner. Once finished, she approached Diris and signaled her to sit in the intricate chair.
Kaidi sat on the stool and began, “This recliner is a BESA, Biological Exfoliating and Sterilizing Apparatus, but we just call her Bessy.”
Diris smirked, “Cute.”
Kaidi continued, “I’m sure Officer Jake gave you the rundown of what we’re doing. You haven’t eaten anything for at least twelve hours right?”
Diris responded, “Yes, I’ve been fasting since lunch yesterday, but Officer Jake didn’t really go into the details.”
Kaidi sighed, “I asked him to explain this to you in entirety.” Kaidi donned a pair of surgical gloves and continued, “I’ll give you the short version. We’re going to administer drugs that are going to cut down the impurities of your sweat, breath, and other bodily secretions to allow you pass through the forest undetected by the bioweapons. Although this drug is very efficient, you will still be contaminated with your previous bodily wastes, so after administration we will need to sterilize every orifice of your body to compensate. Unfortunately, the solutions that co-incide with these procedures contra-indicate general anesthesia.”
Diris lifted an eyebrow.
Kaidi then spoke plainly, “You’ll be enduring six procedures which sterilize your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, lungs and stomach, lower GI tract, and your… OTHER nether regions.”
Diris smacked a palm to her forehead and laughed, “So THAT’S why Officer Jake was being so shy about this: You’re going be “exfoliating” my “nether regions”.
Kaidi smirked at this comment, “Yes.”
“So uh…” Diris said, sitting straight back in the seat, “For the sake of privacy, why can’t I just… brush my teeth, clean my ears, douche myself, etcetera?”
Kaidi laughed, “I think you’ll find that these procedures are a LOT more in-depth than a simple douching. But let’s not waste any more time.” Kaidi rolled up Diris’ sleeve and swabbed an area with alcohol, then without warning pulled out a huge autoinjector and jabbed it into Diris’ arm. The thick gauged needle shot into her muscle and began injecting its drugs. Diris didn’t even flinch.
“Sorry about that” Kaidi remarked, “But most people don’t react well when they see such a thick needle.” After a few moments, Kaidi withdrew the syringe, and gently kneaded at the injection sight before throwing the spent injector into a special waste bin and saying, “Done.”
“Done?” Diris laughed.
“The first procedure anyway.” Kaidi reached around behind the chair and rolled an already set up IV bag into Diris’ view, and began swabbing Diris’ hand with alcohol.
“What’s that?” Diris inquired, pointing at the bag.
“That’s just saline water. The drug I just administered is an extreme diuretic, so you’re going to start losing a lot of fluids now, that’s just there to keep you hydrated.” Kaidi expertly stuck Diris with the needle, and soon, saline was slowly dripping into her bloodstream.
“Now we begin the exfoliating process” She lifted a safety latch on the side of the chair and placed her hand over the button. “Please place your arms flat on the armrests.” When Diris complied, Kaidi pressed the button, and suddenly steel latches fired out of the chair around Diris’ wrists, waist, neck, and ankles, immobilizing her. Diris yelped as the cold steel bindings contacted her neck. The chair reclined, and a bright spotlight lit up her face.
Diris fought against the bonds.
“Please relax Diris, nothing that I’m going to do is going to hurt you” Kaidi began flipping a series of switches on the chair, “But because we’re working so precisely with your eardrums, sinuses, and other delicate areas, it’s very important that you don’t move.” Diris begrudgingly elected to relax. Kaidi continued “We’re going to start from the top and work our way down, beginning with the ears.”
Kaidi pressed a button, and a set of what appeared to be oversized headphones approached Diris’ face. Kaidi adjusted the size of the would-be headphones to Diris’ head and said, “I’m beginning the second procedure. This is going to feel very weird, and be very noisy, but it should not hurt. If it does hurt, let me know and we’ll stop.” Kaidi flipped a switch, and the device began its work. Not sure what to expect next, Diris clamped her eyes shut. A gush of some sort of bubbling liquid flushed into her ears, and long, soft, circular brushes followed. Suddenly, they began rapidly spinning, contacting every crevice of her ear. Diris wasn’t prepared for this and let out a long gentle moan. “Oh my god. That feels incredible.” she said, opening her eyes momentarily to see Kaidi evidently laughing at this statement. Diris closed her eyes again and enjoyed the sensations.
After a minute or so, the brushes withdrew from her ears. The device gently heated and dried her, and then fell silent. Kaidi removed the device from Diris’ head. “How do your ears feel?”
“Amazing. Cleaner than I’ve ever felt in my life.” She replied.
“Not so bad huh? The ear sterilizer always makes a good first impression.” Kaidi began flipping some switches once more, “The third procedure cleanses your eyes. This is more straightforward.” With her left hand, Kaidi pulled a visor over Diris’ eyes and held it there, then flipped one last switch. The visor began to fill with what felt like warm water. “Please blink your eyes repeatedly” Diris did so. Whatever this liquid was, it wasn’t water. It felt just like her own tears. After about thirty seconds, the visor emptied, and Kaidi lifted it away from Diris’ face.
Kaidi grabbed a pen light from her front pocket and checked Diris’ eyes. “How do your sinuses feel?” Diris inhaled through her nose “Like I ate a raw pepper.”
“Good, and your eyes look squared away.” Kaidi laughed, she pocketed her pen light then reached far above and detached what looked like some sort of clear gasmask with an elaborate series of tubes sticking out of it “Three down, three to go. This is where the intrusive part starts.” Kaidi attached the mask to Diris’ face, and adjusted it until it created an airtight seal.
The mask began feeding her air. “Diris” Kaidi began, “Because of the… alarming nature of what this mask does, it’s best if I instead describe what it’s doing AS it’s happening,” Diris opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted when a surge of warm, slightly salty liquid flooded her mouth.
“This is a solution of Perfluerocarbonic soap, it’s designed to clean out your stomach and respiratory tract.”
Diris found this very intriguing for a few moments until her need to breathe began to arise. She let out a muffled wine.
“Diris, Perfluerocarbon is a breathable liquid, you need to inhale it.”
Diris gave Kaidi a horrified stare, and refused to exhale.
“It won’t hurt you Diris. It’s going to make things easier if you just breathe.”
Diris shook her head no. Kaidi casually sat down on the stool, “So be it. You’ll have to breathe eventually.”
Diris desperately shook her snout around in a vain attempt to throw the mask off of her face to breathe. Her need to breathe grew critical, and in a few moments, a tiny stream of air was released against her will, which was visually demonstrated when it was sucked up through one of the tubes.
Kaidi stood up and placed her hand on Diris’ shoulder, “That’s it Diris, don’t fight it.”
Then all at once, Diris had no choice but to release all of the air in her lungs. With no air left in her lungs, she gave one last pleading look into Kaidi’s red eyes before sharply inhaling.
In that split second, her throat closed. The dragoness’ eye’s clenched, and she violently writhed. “Don’t panic. You’ve simply held your breath too long and your body thinks it is drowning. Your trachea is closing, but the solution will force it to dilate in a moment.”
Diris was too immersed in her own world of discomfort to comprehend this. She continued squirming in place when she felt the fluid seeping into her windpipe, and in an instant, she felt everything open up and relax, the liquid flowing freely into her lungs.
“Breath with me Diris. In.” Kaidi inhaled deeply, “Out” Kaidi exhaled. “In” She inhaled, “Out” She exhaled. Diris came to her senses enough to follow these instructions, and with Kaidi’s coaching, soon began to calm down.
“First time is always tougher for some than others” Kaidi smiled, “It’s kind of like teaching a kid to open their eyes underwater. For some, it’s no problem, but others will fight it tooth and nail, yet when they finally do it, they find out that it’s not that big of a deal.”
Diris was still engulfed with the relief of being able to breath. The warm liquid felt heavy to move, but had an unusually soothing effect on her lungs. Kaidi turned a valve, and one of the unused tubes pumped a pinkish liquid into the solution. As Diris began inhaling this, she felt another sensation.
“You should start feeling an intense urge to swallow. This is normal, go along with it.” This time, Diris put up no resistance, and began swallowing vast amounts of the liquid. Curiously, swallowing it felt pleasurable, and each gulp felt more satisfying than the last. Once her stomach became bloated with the solution Kaidi turned this solution off, and Diris’ urge to swallow went away.
Diris stayed in this condition for about five minutes. Kaidi stepped on a button, and the chair stood itself up, “Alright, now the tricky part. It’s better if I explain this to you now.” Diris opened her eyes and glared attentively at Kaidi. “I’m going to count to three, and then hit this lever.” She motioned to a white lever, “The mask is going to fill with air. When this happens, I need you to cough forcefully. I’ll then hit this lever” She motioned to a green lever, “and it will release a gas that will make you feel nauseous. Don’t fight the nausea. If you just go along with it, it will be the most pleasant regurgitation you’ve ever had.” Diris nodded her head. “Okay. One. Two. Three” Kaidi threw the first switch, and the liquid was rapidly displaced with dry air. Diris began coughing, and as the air touched her windpipe, the stinging sensation encouraged her to cough even harder. Once she had coughed up most of the fluid, Kaidi flipped the second lever, and in the next moment, Diris was spewing up the fluid from her stomach. It came up effortlessly, and it wasn’t the least bit unpleasant. Once her bloated stomach emptied, the gas stopped, and Diris’ lungs had completely drained, Kaidi detached the mask from Diris’ face.
Kaidi began set up the next procedure “Four out of six down. Not so bad huh?” Diris gently nodded, still recovering from the ordeal. “Hang in there. Just two more traumatizing procedures and you’ll get to go slogging through the hot, humid, poison-ivy ridden, raptor-infested forest.” Diris couldn’t help but chuckle at this comment.
Kaidi held a nozzle in one hand, “This next procedure is going to cleanse your lower GI tract… it’s a simple enema with a not-so-simple solution. Of course, I need to remove your pants to do this.”
“Okay.” Diris stated begrudgingly.
Kaidi flipped two switches, and in one smooth motion, the chair reclined, her legs were spread apart, and a dozen or so robotic forceps descended from the ceiling and stripped off her lower ACUs, and her panties. Diris rolled her eyes, “So this is what our tax dollars are funding” Kaidi burst into laughter. “I’m pretty sure you know how this works.” Kaidi began, “there’s no discreet way of doing this. I’m going to fill your bowels with a chemical that is going to completely sterilize it. I’ll need you to hold this for thirty seconds, and then release it. Don’t worry about the floor.”
“Let’s get this over with” said Diris, who turned her head away from Kaidi.
Kaidi handed a nozzle to one of the robotic forcepts, which then proceeded to insert it into Diris’ rectum. This made Diris wince. She had received an enema only once before, and was not accustom to this sort of thing. The nozzle began pumping fluid into her intestines, and in about a minute, Diris’ belly was inflated to twice its size.
“Phew… How much more is there?” Diris was feeling the pressure.
“Done” Kaidi responded. The robotic forceps pulled the nozzle out of her rectum, and reclaimed their rightful place, hanging from the ceiling.
Kaidi began tracking her watch. With the nozzle now removed from her tailhole, Diris strained to retain the liquid. The time ticked by slowly, but eventually, she was told she could relax. The clear, oily solution gushed out of her like a gardening hose, and in a few moments, her belly returned to its normal size. Pipes from above began spraying some sort of soapy solution to the floor that was re-directing the bowel solution to a nearby drain.
“One last procedure Diris.” Kaidi stopped what she was doing and spun slowly in place, taking a moment to ensure that all of the windows in the room were indeed covered. “As you know, your body naturally gives off minute levels of pheromones and other odorous materials via the genitals.” Kaidi sat down on her stool, “The natural lubricant of your vaginal walls can be addressed rather simply. However, although the drugs administered have halted the production of this fluid, the glands that provide this lubrication are still somewhat saturated. Simply put, we need to get the last bit of that lubricant out.”
“Okay…” Diris said, with an uncertain look on her face. “And how is that accomplished?”
Kaidi hesitated, and then said in a hushed tone, “Sexual arousal”.
Diris’ eyes shot wide open. “Oh.”
There was a silence.
Finally, Diris laughed and said, “Well I sure as hell don’t think it’s going to happen with my arms clamped to this chair.”
“Right of course, I intend on freeing up your arms, but you won’t be doing this stimulation yourself.”
The not-so-surprised dragoness replied, “So who’s the lucky robot?”
“Well, I’m glad you asked” Kaidi stood up and approached the chair once more, lifting a safety latch, and pressing a large red button. Suddenly, the clamps around her arms and neck withdrew themselves, the back of the chair pushed her forwards, and then completely detached and escalated to the ceiling. With her legs and waist still bound, the seat underneath her began to shift and transform until it fit the contours of her body. The position of the leg clamps shifted, bringing her to a kneeling position over what ergonomically resembled a motorcycle seat, complete with handles. Diris grabbed the apparent handles and balanced herself. Now kneeling on the seat, a portion of the padding opened up, forming a seal around her vulva.
Kaidi sat down on her stool, and in front of her, a floor tile moved to the side, and a large keyboard arose from it. She pressed a power button on it, and suddenly a large holographic screen appeared in front of her. After cracking her knuckles, she started typing something in, and Diris’ vital signs showed up on the hologram.
“Currently, your Bartholin saturation, or “B-Sat” level is forty-six percent. To be completely scentless, we want that to be less than half of a percent.” Kaidi was typing quickly as she talked, “The machine is going to do all the work. It will sexually arouse you, bring you to the peak of sexual arousal, hold you there, and finally, allow you to climax.”
Diris lowered her head slightly, “Do I HAVE to climax?”
Kaidi responded, “Well… Technically, no.”
In a serious tone Diris said, “I’d rather not have an orgasm in front of you…”
Kaidi laughed and said, “The choice is yours… but I think you’ll see things very differently later on… There’s a very good reason it brings you to orgasm.”
“Uh-huh…” Diris gave an indifferent glare. She leaned one arm casually on the supportive bar. “Let’s get this over with then.”
As Kaidi finished typing in a few last lines of commands, Diris began checking her nails and said, “I don’t see how this thing’s going to arouse me anyway. I’m totally turned off right now.”
Kaidi entered one last command, hovered her finger over the keyboard, and made one final comment, “You’ll see” before tapping the confirm button.
Suddenly, a gush of warm gooey liquid filled her cavity, which was quickly followed by two, powerful, somewhat tentacle-like appendages.
Near instantaneously, Diris yelped. “Oh GOD!” The embarrassed dragoness clamped her claws over her blushing snout in an attempt to muffle her moans.
“I see you’re the noisy type.” Kaidi wasn’t expecting that reaction, and tried to keep a straight face, “It’s okay, feel free to vocalize if you wish.”
The appendages rubbed, flexed, pushed, and sucked at every inch of her walls. The sensations were incredible, and Diris struggled to contain herself, “Kaidi! Ah! Kaidi, if… if this is automatic, do you HAVE to be here?!”
With a somewhat sympathetic look on her face, Kaidi nodded her head and explained, “Afraid so. Although this machine detects vital signs and sexual arousal on a level of cellular accuracy, unmonitored, the neuron-sensitizing effects of the fluid, combined with the physical stimulation of the exfoliating appendages have been known to cause people with pre-existing heart conditions to go into ventricular fibrillation during the second stage of-“
“KAIDI!” Diris yelled. “I don’t need the long-winded version! I don’t have any heart problems, may I PLEASE have some privacy?!”
“Sorry Diris.” Kaidi shook her head, “I have to follow protocol.”
At this point, Diris was partially curled into a ball, with her snout buried in her arms in an attempt to muffle her moans. The overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations made her want to cry out.
“Now now, there’s no need to be bashful Diris, I’m a professional” Kaidi said in an assuring voice. “Just close your eyes and do what comes natural.”
Diris struggled for a few moments longer before breaking down. She closed her eyes, grabbed the handlebars, and let it all out. With every twist and tug of the tentacles, an ecstatic moan followed. “Oh YES!” She bellowed, “Oh… GOD yes!” Diris had never felt a sexual pleasure this intense before, and it didn’t take long before she felt her orgasm imminent. “I’m gonna…!” Diris gasped, bracing herself for the orgasm, but just when she was about to slip over the edge, the tentacles slowed their movement instantly. Diris needily bucked her hips against the tentacles, but she couldn’t move much more than an inch.
Diris opened her eyes and shot a desperate, confused glance at Kaidi.
“I’m sorry Diris. But your B-Sat level is five and a half percent. It needs to be under half of a percent before I can let you orgasm.”
Diris’ body shuddered. Longing for the sensations to continue, she asked “How long will this take?”
“A few minutes”
“Can you speed it up?!”
“I’m afraid not.”
Diris tried to relax and get a grip over her senses, but whenever she began to calm down, the teasing tentacles would pick up speed, bringing her again to the edge, but not letting her orgasm. When the tentacles slowed to a crawl, it felt like time followed.
Kaidi continued to observe the hologram, “Your B-Sat is at two percent.”
A few more moments passed before Diris’ eyes began to well up in tears, “Kaidi! Please! I can’t take it!” Diris was squirming, desperately trying to grind against the tantalizingly slow movements of the tentacles.
“You’re going to be okay Diris, just hang in there, you’re already at one percent.”
Diris’ thoughts were spinning. She ached so badly for release, her vision was going out of focus.
“PLEASE!” She shrieked.
“Point seven five percent Diris, you’re doing good.”
A thick glob of saliva stretched out of Diris’ mouth. She let out a long, frustrated groan, and then began savagely clawing at the machine under her. This frustrated her even more. She grew nauseous and soon began vomiting, covering the handle bars with the pink solution from the previous procedures.
Though sympathetic, Kaidi took no particular alarm to this behavior, “Point five five percent, just a few more seconds…”
Diris brought her arms to her body, her fingers contorted.
“Point four nine Diris. You’re done.”
Diris’ face lit up like she had just seen an angel.
“I can allow you to orgasm now, or we can rev the system down to spare you the embarrassment of-“
“PLEASE.” Diris squealed in an undignified manner. “LET ME CUM”
Kaidi began typing something in and began, “Okay. If you’d like, I can set it up so I can remotely start it in the other room to give you some privacy.”
“PLEASE, NOW! I’M BEGGING YOU!” Tears poured down Diris’ face.
With no further delay, Kaidi briskly entered a line of code and pressed enter.
Suddenly, the tentacles began to speed up their motions, and in a matter of moments Diris’ orgasm hit her full throttle. She clenched the handle bars and released a sharp cry. Her walls convulsed viciously around the tentacly appendages, and each contraction brought on an unprecedented wave of pleasure: An orgasm so intense, that it made up for every moment of the torturous ordeal. It continued to carry on for well over half a minute before finally beginning to taper down. The panting dragoness collapsed on the handlebars, eyes closed, every muscle in her body relaxing in the aftermath. She flinched slightly as the apparatus around her vulva released the seal, and the cleansing solution audibly gushed outwards.
“We’re done Diris. I’ll show you to the recovery chamber.”
The clamps around Diris’ legs and waist withdrew into the machine. Now free from her bonds, Diris dismounted the machine and attempted to follow Kaidi, but her weakened, shaky knees began to give out. Kaidi clapped her hands twice, and a number of familiar robotic forceps caught her in midair, scooped her up, and cradled her, being careful to preserve the IV bag which still fed her fluids.
The forceps gingerly carried her to, and then placed her into a pill-shaped glass chamber that was just large enough to house her body. The chamber door closed and the robotic forceps retracted back into the ceiling.
Kaidi approached the chamber, “Soon you’ll be inhaling a gas that will put you to sleep, and sterilize your skin. I’ll then inject you with nutrients lost from the procedure. You will awaken in an hour. Enjoy your nap Diris.”
Even before the anesthetic gasses began to seep into the chamber, Diris closed her eyes, and began to drift off into a pleasant slumber.

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Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 8 – Ahsoka Tano vs. Asajj Ventress

Disclaimer: The following story is not connected with the Star Wars franchise, or its creator, George Lucas and does not represent the characters, writers or producers of set franchise.
Story Codes: Ff, bond, grope, oral, reluc
Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 8 – Ahsoka Tano vs. Asajj Ventress
by Avatrek ([email protected])
While Leia Organa Solo and Mara Jade Skywalker took on the roles of slave girls in order to break the trafficking of slaves near Hutt Space, Jaina Solo furiously slammed two of her fingers into her pussy as she finished watching the holovid of Ahsoka Tano using her sex appeal to sway the mind of the Jedi Master, Plo Koon. By giving Plo Koon one of her skilful blowjobs, Ahsoka had been able to alter her failed performance test into a pass and therefore continue her study under the powerful Jedi Knight Anakin Solo. Jaina had learned a great deal in a short time from the sex-driven Ahsoka Tano, but as the video ended and she was brought back into the real world, all she could think about was having her own sexual adventure. That would have to wait however, because Jacen, Anakin and her Uncle Luke were already returning to the ship from their very long run and subsequent evaluations. Jaina had already passed hers with flying colours; in large part due to the fact that she had been without panties during the entire test and her Uncle Luke and brothers had seen her sweet teenage snatch on multiple occasions. She had a hunch that her great marks were almost solely due to the fact that her uncle could see up her skirt while she ran around the obstacle course he had set up and after seeing Ahsoka Tano using her own sexual talents to pass her evaluations, Jaina was sure that had to be the case.
“Jaina… Where are you?” Jaina heard her brother Jacen calling from the docking bay at the back of the ship. Knowing that her Uncle Luke would be with Jacen and Anakin, Jaina slid her fingers out of her twat, grabbed the data chip from the holo-projector, stuffed it down her tube top and fixed her skirt before she was greeted by her three family members.
“We… Both… Passed…” Anakin said with a smile, trying to catch his breath after an intense run and a few difficult tests. “You’re evaluation was way easier, Jaina” he said, finally catching his breath and looking over at his Uncle with confusion on his face. “Why was her test so much easier, Uncle?”
“Oh… Umm… Mara told me to use the obstacle course to test Jaina… She is her apprentice after all” Luke lied, knowing full well that Mara had told him to do several other tests on Jaina before giving her a passing grade. The sight of her outfit, coupled with the fact that his niece had decided to go without panties the very day she was being tested was too much for Luke to deal with. Sure, he was the Jedi Master, but even he had urges and his niece wasn’t making it easy for him. He therefore decided a long tough run without her skirt flapping up and down over her tight teenage ass and pussy would do him and his nephews good before beginning their long nearly week long journey to Yavin 4.
-Yah sure!- Jacen thought as he looked up and down at his sister’s figure and revealing Ahsoka Tano imitated clothing. Jacen couldn’t blame his uncle for lying about why he passed Jaina; it was just a little bit unfair that she had such an easy test while he and Anakin had had such difficult ones.
“Well… Shall we start our trip to Yavin…? I just have to park my X-Wing in the docking bay and we’ll be off” Luke said, leaving the three Solos for a few moments to retrieve his X-Wing and squeeze it into the rather small hangar bay of the ship. Although Luke could probably make the long trip to Yavin 4 in the cockpit of his X-Wing without much difficulty, the thought of spending another week stuck in the cramped space was not exactly what he called comfortable. Besides, he would be able to catch up with his niece and nephews on the trip to Yavin 4 and quite possibly learn why in carnations Jaina had decided to dress like that. He had an idea, but at the moment it seemed too impossible to even consider.
“Alright Uncle Luke… I’m gonna take off now” Anakin called back to his Uncle as he finished shutting down the X-Wing and made his way up to the cockpit.
“Go ahead Anakin… Take us up onto the Hydian Way… That should take us almost right to Yavin” Luke said, patting his nephew on the shoulder and letting him take them to the nearest space lane. “You three can get a little sleep while I take the helm for awhile” he continued, pointing the three Solo’s to their quarters behind the ship’s bridge. While Jacen, Jaina and Anakin got some much needed shuteye, Luke piloted the ship to the Hydian Way and towards the Jedi Academy on Yavin 4. It would be a long way from Bilbringi to Yavin, but because Bilbringi had been on Luke’s way to the academy, he had felt that it had been the best planet to meet up with his nephews and niece in order to give them their evaluation. Luke had been away from the Jedi Academy for some time, searching out new students on the planets of Reecee and Ansion and although he could have tested them back on Yavin 4, he had decided that Bilbringi would be far more secluded than a crowded Jedi Temple.
“This is boring Jaina… When can we watch another one of those videos…? I’m kinda of getting antsy” Jacen complained to his sister as they played cards on the kitchen table in the mess hall. “I mean, Uncle Luke has been in the cockpit, flying the ship for two straight days without sleep or meditation… He’s gotta do one or the other soon” Jacen reasoned, knowing that as soon as his Uncle Luke began his meditation cycle, he, Jaina and Anakin would have a good amount of time to watch a couple more of the holovids stored on the data chip they had stolen from C-3PO’s restricted memory files.
“Oh… Wait… Here he comes now” Jaina said, as her Uncle Luke walked out of the bridge and stopped in front of them.
“I’m just going to meditate for the next few hours… Do you two mind watching over the bridge” Luke said, yawning and in real need of either some meditation or sleep.
“Anakin… Are you ready to watch the next instalment?” Jacen whispered to his dosing brother as they passed his quarters. Before Jacen could take another step towards the bridge however, Anakin was on his feet and running after his two siblings, more than ready to watch the next thrilling chapter of the sordid lives the Jedi of the Old Republic led.
“Jaina reached into her tube top and pulled out the data chip as they took their seats on the bridge and started up the holo-projector.
“Hey wait… What about that holovid?” Jacen asked his sister as Jaina chose the video following the last one she watched alone.
“Sorry Jacen, but I already kinda watched that one, so were skipping it. You can watch it some other time” Jaina said with a smile and fond memories of Ahsoka Tano on her knees sucking off Jedi Master Plo Koon.
“Fine, but from now on we watch them together” Anakin retorted, feeling as if Jaina somehow betrayed his trust.
“Whatever… Let’s just start this thing” Jaina smiled, before sitting down to watch the holovid. The video they had chosen was date stamped nearly two weeks after the last video Jaina had watched.
* * *
“Come on Ahsoka… Get that fine ass over here!” Anakin Skywalker whispered to his Padawan as she hurried to catch up to her Master. “These caves are treacherous and I won’t have my Padawan getting lost with Asajj Ventress so close” he continued as Ahsoka finally caught up and walked beside him, thumbing at her lightsaber. The two Jedi had chased the Sith Assassin from the planet Duro to Fondor after Assajj Ventress had stolen a rare artefact from the polluted planet of Duro. Anakin had nearly caught her but after she blinded him for an instant with a flash grenade, she made it to her ship and escaped to Fondor and its labyrinth of caves.
“Maybe she lured us here Master… Didn’t Master Kenobi say that Ventress might have a hidden base here on Fondor?” Ahsoka questioned Anakin as they continued on their way through the dark tunnels.
“Yes… It is possible she has a lair here and that’s why we need to be extra careful” Anakin replied and with a snap-hiss, lit his lightsaber to provide a little more light for the two traveling Jedi and was disheartened to see the one cave path they had followed Ventress on, split into two separate ones. “Damn… I was afraid of this!” Anakin sighed, before sitting down cross-legged and meditating for a moment.
“What is it Master…? Do you know what path she took?” Ahsoka asked as Anakin stood back up seconds later looking unsure.
“I’m not sure… I know she’s near… But the Dark side clouds everything” Anakin said wisely before pacing from side to side and coming up with a suitable plan. “Very well… You will take this path and I will take the other… If you meet any trouble, radio me right away and don’t engage her… She’s too powerful for you to fight alone” Anakin said to his Padawan, knowing that if they didn’t split up here, Ventress may have enough time to escape the tunnels and the planet before they finished their search. It was a risk, but Anakin knew Ahsoka could handle herself in a tight situation.
“Good… I have a score to settle with that bitch anyway!” Ahsoka said to herself as she split off from her Master and began her solo mission down the dark cave. She lit her lightsaber with a snap-hiss to get some more light but only metres after leaving her Master the wind was knocked out of her seconds before an elbow struck her on the side of her head and knocked her unconscious without Anakin ever knowing his Padawan was in trouble.
Asajj Ventress had been quietly stalking the two Jedi since they had followed her to Fondor, using her Sith skills as an assassin to hide from both their eyesight and the force. Once Skywalker and his Padawan had split from each other, Ventress decided it was best to take down the younger Padawan first. Without making a sound she swooped in and knocked the Padawan unconscious within moments. She then carried her down a secret passage, not visible to the naked eye, towards a secret lair she had set up for the express reason of escaping any pursuers. For some time Ventress had been serving under Darth Tyrannus as his secret apprentice, but for all the hard work she had done for her Master, he still had not found it necessary to declare her a true Sith. She therefore knew that the only way to gain real power within the Sith was to find her own apprentice and take down both her Master and his Master. The Togruta female she now was chaining up against a wall could easily be that new apprentice she was looking for. She had a plan for turning the orange teenage Padawan to the Dark side because unlike almost every other single non-Togruta in the galaxy, Asajj Ventress knew the Toguta females’ deep dark secret and the Urge they had to fight with every day during their teenage years.
“Wake up, Wake up, little Ahsoka Tano!” Ventress chided the slowly waking Togruta Padawan as she stirred and opened her eyes to see Ventress alone with her in a dimly lit lair.
“Fuck” Ahsoka cursed as she tried to move her arms and legs. Suspended just above the ground with shackles and chains, Ahsoka could not believe she had fallen into Ventress’s grasp so easily.
“I see you’re still following around that fool Skywalker?” Ventress spat at Ahsoka after she had taken in her surroundings and realized it would be impossible to escape the situation she currently found herself in.
“Master Skywalker is no fool; he’ll be here soon and you’ll pay, you bitch!” Ahsoka replied with anger and frustration in her voice.
“Good… Good… Feed on your anger… It makes you so much stronger… You should never deny yourself the freedom that your emotions bestow on you; especially when they only make you stronger!” Ventress said, beginning her attempt to lure Ahsoka to the Dark side.
“You mean weakness Ventress… I’ll never be a slave to my emotions!” Ahsoka replied with determination.
“Hah… Nice try Jedi, but I know what species you are Ahsoka and I know all about the Urge… Are you sure you haven’t already indulged yourself once or twice since its power has started to take over” Ventress laughed as she stepped closer into the light and ran her hand down Ahsoka’s lean thigh.
“Fuck off you slut… I’ll never betray my Master or the Jedi Order” Ahsoka shouted at Ventress after taking a good look at the well-toned Sith Assassin. Ahsoka had to admit; for such a mean and evil bitch, Asajj Ventress had an outstanding body, a juicy little ass and a nice set of tits that even she could admire. If you could get over the fact that she was bald and bent on killing every Jedi that crossed her path, she was a very attractive woman.
“You call me a slut, little girl, when it’s you and not me who craves sex every second of the day… I can tell right now that your pussy’s wet and all you want is for me to strip you down and ravage your body!” Ventress cooed into Ahsoka’s ear before leaning into to kiss Ahsoka right on the lips. Ahsoka tried to fight both Ventress’s advances and the Urge all at once, but soon enough, Ahsoka felt herself wrapping her own tongue around her assaulter’s and kissing her back.
“You lie!” Ahsoka screamed back at Ventress as soon as she broke off the kiss, not fooling anyone; not even herself as Ventress pulled her tube top down to her mid-section, revealing her pert young teenage tits and a pair of erect nipples that simply looked delectable to the Sith Assassin.
“Is that so Jedi? Then tell me… Why is your pussy so wet?” Ventress purred at Ahsoka as she pulled up her little skirt and ripped off the white panties she had on to reveal a dripping wet snatch as evidence that not even Ahsoka could deny. Ventress knew that if she could just get Ahsoka to admit that she liked giving into her basest emotions and the Urge, she could turn her into a loyal servant and a way to even more power and glory.
“No… Stop… Please!” Ahsoka begged Ventress as she felt her legs open just a little wider and the Sith’s tongue run down her inner thigh towards her soaking wet pussy.
“Don’t you worry yourself little Jedi… You’ll begin to crave this soon enough when you’re my apprentice” Ventress murmured to Ahsoka before moving her tongue towards her orange snatch and licking up the tasty nectar Ahsoka’s pussy had already started to secrete. “Mmmm… You taste better than most Jedi”
“Ohhhh… Ummmmm… Shit… LICK MY PUSSY!” Ahsoka shouted seconds later after Ventress had tantalized her long enough. “YESSSSS” Ahsoka mumbled as she felt Ventress’s long tongue enter her teenage twat and begin working away at her delicate clit. After a few minutes of slipping her tongue in and out of her sweet snatch, Ventress suddenly pulled out, sensing Ahsoka’s oncoming orgasm. “Ohhh Fuck… Come on I was so close!” Ahsoka begged her Sith captor.
“Un Un Un… I have something special saved for that my dear Ahsoka” Ventress said, standing back up and licking her lips as she unclipped one of her two lightsabers and instead of igniting it, pointed it towards Ahsoka’s hot snatch and guided it into her, catching her off guard.
“Ooooh… That’s cold!” Ahsoka moaned as Asajj Ventress’s hooked metal lightsaber began to penetrate her with relative ease. Ahsoka was in heaven by this point; so close to orgasm but even closer to blacking out as Ventress began moving the lightsaber in and out of her pussy at a rapidly increasing speed.
“Now for the best part my young apprentice… You’ll beg me to be my apprentice after I do this!” Ventress laughed before unclipping her second lightsaber and rubbing the tip of it up against her extremely tight and sensitive asshole. Just as she felt the lightsaber begin to slowly penetrate her tightest hole, Ahsoka exploded in orgasm, caught the briefest sight of what she thought was her Master running into the lair and then nothing as she blacked out from the ordeal.
* * *
“BEST YET” Jacen shouted, loud enough to wake his Uncle Luke from his meditation.
“Yeah… That was good!” Jaina replied, looking down at her own lightsaber and getting ideas as Anakin simply nodded in agreement, looking dumbfounded.
“What was good?” Luke said, with tiredness in his voice as he opened his cabin’s door and began walking towards the bridge.
“Fuck” Jaina said to her brothers as she pulled the data chip from the holo-projector and hid it back in her tube top.
“Ahhh… Nothing Uncle Luke… Anakin was just telling us a joke… Right Anakin” Jacen replied, looking over at his drooling brother.
“Wha… Yeah… Joke… Sure…” he mumbled as Luke took a seat behind the controls looking suspicious of what Jacen, Jaina and Anakin had been up to. Ultimately he was too tired to care though.
“Well… Anyway… I’ve got the bridge if you three want another break… We should be arriving at Yavin within four days so we’ll have plenty of time for Anakin to tell me that hilarious Joke” Luke said, giving the three Solos a smile.

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Tica’s study of sex

All her life, Tica has lived isolated with her mother on an emergency shuttle in space. As she approaches her teens, her sexual curiousity only has one possible outlet.

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Dire Action – Part 3/3

SEGMENT 3: This is the final part. Please read from the first chapter. Reading any of these segments out of context will make absolutely no sense. READ IT FROM THE BEGINNING, OR DON’T READ IT AT ALL.
CONTENT WARNING: This particular story segment contains fictional fetishistic medical procedures, science-fiction, pharmaceuticals, firearm usage, military jargon, blood, guts, plot, suspense, nudity, Omorashi (full bladder fetish), desperate cannibalism, genetically enhanced feral raptors getting their brains blown out, and more.
This segment is intense.
You have been warned.
The dragoness’ violet eyes gently opened as she awoke in the recovery chamber.
“Ah. Right on time Diris.” Doctor Kaidi approached Diris from her left side and opened the chamber. “How do you feel?”
Diris stood up, quickly remembered that she was disrobed from the waist down, and pulled her shirt down to cover herself. Her sinuses were clear, her vision crisp, her lungs strong, and she felt fresher than ever “down there”. She replied, “I really need to use the bathroom, but otherwise I feel great.”
Doctor Kaidi opened a drawer next to the chamber and rummaged around, “I suspected as much, but as you know, you won’t be using the bathroom normally.” The doctor retrieved what appeared to be a transparent version of a men’s athletic supporter, but with tubes connecting it to a cylindrical filter. “This will be a good opportunity to explain the SUDA-F, the women’s version of the Sterile Urinary Dispenser Apparatus.” She handed Diris the device and continued, “Because you’re not secreting or exhaling any wastes other than carbon-dioxide and water, your kidneys are running a marathon right now trying to clean your system out. The steroids in the drugs we administered ensure that they will be able to handle this load without any long term repercussions.” Diris shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the severity of her full bladder settling in. Kaidi continued, “Just place the apparatus against your groin, and press the red button” Diris complied. The apparatus let out two short beeps, and formed a seal. Kaidi continued, “You will feel a gentle suction sealing the device in place, and then it will give you a long beep, instructing you to begin urinating when ready.” The apparatus let out the apparent long beep. “Ok Diris, go ahead” Kaidi said.
“… Right now?” replied the dragoness.
Kaidi took the hint, turning her back to the dragoness and preoccupying herself with something else. “Yes”
As Diris relaxed her muscles, a soft sigh escaped her mouth, but when the urine turned out to be an extremely dark, brownish yellow, she was alarmed. “Uh, doctor?”
Kaidi spun around. “That’s perfectly normal. Remember, your body’s compensating for a lack of excretion elsewhere. You’ll produce a lot of this stuff, and it smells awful, which is what this apparatus is for. If you leak any urine, you’ll be surrounded by raptors in a matter of seconds, so don’t let yourself get too full, use it often.”
Once the device was done suctioning the last of the urine, it rinsed and dried the area with a familiar solution and the suction stopped.
“You’re sterile once more.” said Kaidi.
With a now empty bladder, Diris pulled the device off.
Kaidi placed a clean uniform next to the dragoness. “Officer Jake will be back soon. You’d better put these on. You know how bashful he is.”
Kaidi unlocked the double-doors to the room, and began to open up all the blinds. In a few minutes, Diris was back in her ACUs, and the Officer, now in uniform, walked through the door. “No time to waste soldier.” The husky approached Diris, who was standing at attention, and handed her an assault rifle and a small tactical bag from over his shoulder. “AR15 Bullpup, and 180 rounds of ammunition.”
Kaidi approached the Officer, “Sir, in all due respects, I don’t think the gun is necessary”
Jake turned slowly to Kaidi and responded, “Doctor, in all due respects, don’t ever ask my soldiers to go without their rifle.”
Kaidi walked beside Diris and pointed to the IV bag connected to her and said, “Officer Jake. Private Diris is on a hyper-catalyzed diuretic. Just resting here, she’s losing fluids at three times her normal active rate. She is completely invisible to the raptors, and any weight that Private Diris can spare will be beneficial to her in the long run. If the raptors DO detect her, she’ll be overwhelmed in a matter of seconds, and the rifle will do her no good.”
The officer stood up straight, giving Kaidi a stern look for a few seconds before outstretching his arm to the dragoness. Diris handed her rifle back to the officer.
“Fine.” He said at last. “I trust your judgment Doctor Kaidi.”
Kaidi nodded, “Thank you sir.”
Kaidi approached Diris and gently withdrew the IV from the dragoness’ arm, applied a waterproof band aid, and handed her a three-liter canteen and a water filter before saying, “It’s very important that you stay hydrated. Without water, one can die in three days in this jungle, but with these drugs in your system, one will die in a matter of hours.”
The officer turned away from Diris and began, “Your assignment begins immediately. Follow me to the bunker exit.”
Officer Jake led Kaidi out of the medical wing, and to an elevator. When the elevator door closed, Jake pulled a keyring out of his pocket, inserted one of the keys into the elevator’s control box, and turned it. As the elevator began to decline, he said, “At ease Private.” He shed his outer jacket, detached his shoulder-holster, handed it to Diris and said, “I have nothing but respect for Doctor Kaidi… But she’s not a soldier.”
The holster contained a standard.50AE Desert Eagle Pistol with a TDI vector compensator and flashlight attachment with one spare magazine. Diris accepted the holster and put it on, which fit loosely around her comparably thinner frame. Doctor Kaidi was probably right; The gun would most likely be little more than a hunk of heavy steel that would do no more than slow her down, but if nothing else, its weight under her left arm provided a sort of comfort… she’d rather have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.
The elevator door opened to reveal a dark, narrow hallway, its floor lit partially by red lights.
Officer Jake handed Diris a radio and two flares, “This two-way radio is the only way we’ll be able to communicate with you. Its effective range will reach halfway to the Comm’s tower. Your codename is “Fortune”. I’ll tell you what the flares are for later” Diris stepped out of the elevator, and stuffed the water filter and SUDA bathroom into her backpack. Jake continued, “I can’t come with you, or my scent will give you away. This hallway will lead you to the exit.” He saluted, “Godspeed, and threw her the set of keys.” She caught the keys in midair, and before she could salute back, the elevator door closed between them. Diris quickly stuffed the keys into her back pocket and turned around. Her back to the elevator, she glared down the silent, damp hallway.
She reached her right hand under her arm and popped the retaining button off of her holster before drawing the large pistol. She pointed the gun down the hall, and flicked a switch with her index finger which turned on the light attachment. She could now see about twenty yards down the hall in front of her. The hall was heavily corroded. It looks like no one’s been here for a very long time.
She walked down the hallway for a minute before coming to an attic door. She tried to turn the handle to lift the door open, but its lock was rusted shut. With a mighty yell, she administered a powerful kick to it, and the clearly rotted hinges blew off their frame. As she rose out of the bunker, the hot, humid air licked her face. She spun in place, the highly vegetated rain forest didn’t allow her to see much further than a few meters. She glared at her watch. “Ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit; thirty three degrees Celsius… and a six mile hike to the comm’s tower.” She said to herself. “Shouldn’t be that hard.” The lean, muscular dragoness was in peak physical condition, and was more than accustomed to hiking much longer distances in much hotter climates on much steeper inclines.
Her radio whistled and then spoke crisply, “Command to Fortune, come in Fortune. Over.” Diris’ left hand grasped the radio and she brought it to her face, “Fortune to Command. I’m reading you five, loud and clear. I’ve exited the bunker. Over.” The radio spoke again, “Copy. Head westward for three miles, and then radio back for new orders. You’ll know it’s been three miles when you’ve crossed a flat, grassy field. Over.”
“Wilco. Over and out.” Diris said, before clipping the radio back to her belt. Now out in the sun, she holstered her pistol and glanced at the compass on her watch. Once she had determined the western direction, she started walking, weaving her body through the vegetation.
She had been walking for about ten minutes when she suddenly felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. “Wow, already?” She stopped walking. With thick vegetation to her chest acting as a natural barrier for privacy, she opened her backpack, undid her pants, squatted, and used the SUDA bathroom. The device suctioned and cleansed her groin, and in a moment, she was on her way walking again. “What a convenient little device…” she thought to herself. She flicked her fingernail against the apparatus. It let out a distinctive “TINK” noise. “Hm.” She thought to herself. “Is this made of glass?” With this question in her mind, she made sure to place the device in its own compartment, away from the water, flares, and ammo, to keep it safe.
In less than an hour, she had reached the field. In this time, she had already used the SUDA device five times. With a clear field of view, she admired the scenery. Oddly, she hadn’t seen any raptors so far. When she crossed the field, she noticed a tall, broad fence some distance away in the vegetation.
She took a sip from her three-liter canteen, then with her left hand, brought the radio to her face and pressed the talk button, “Fortune to Command. Over.”
This time, a very faint voice responded, “Command to Fortune. We read you five by five. Have you crossed the field? Over.” The increased distance was clearly straining the reception.
“Affirmative Command.” She replied. “I copy, but barely. Over.”
The radio hummed loudly. “Do you have a visual on an electric fence about fifty yards ahead of you? Over.”
“Affirmative. Over.”
“Once you’ve reached the fence, we will be too far apart to communicate via two way radio. Fire one flare into the air. We will then turn off the electric to the fence. Quickly climb over and fire another flare into the air to signal that you are clear from the fence. It is DIRE that we minimize the time the electric fence is down. Once you’ve passed the fence, you’ll be on your own. Do you copy? Over.”
“Affirmative. Over” she responded.
“Good luck Fortune. Over and out.”
Diris clipped the radio back to her waist and began to walk into the vegetation. She went to take another sip from her three-liter canteen, only to realize it was empty. “Geeze…” she exclaimed. “These drugs really do make you thirsty”.
She approached the two story tall fence, which emitted a gentle humming and visually demonstrated electricity arching between the bars. She retrieved a flare from her backpack, pointed it straight into the air, covered one of her ears, and fired. The projectile whistled as it climbed, popped, and then emitted a sparkling red light which gently sizzled as it fell.
Suddenly, there was dead silence as the archs of electricity stopped jumping between the bars. Diris briskly tapped one of the bars to make sure it was safe, and then began to scale it. Now safe on the other side, she retrieved the other flare from her pack, fired it into the air, and in a few moments, the fence lit up with electricity. With her two-way radio now far out of range of command, and three miles left in her trip, she continued to hike westward. No turning back now…
Not wanting to waste any time, she avoided stopping for water, but her condition rapidly declined, and in less than an hour, she started feeling lightheaded. “Wooaaah…” gasped the dragoness, who leaned against a nearby tree. “Alright. No more toying around.” Once her dizziness subsided, she broke off of her main course in search of water. It didn’t take long before she came to a river… But there she saw her first glimpse of the raptors.
The evidently famished creatures were gathered no more than a few meters apart along the bank of the river, wandering aimlessly. She had never seen them this close before… they seemed so much bigger in person. She knew that if she didn’t get something to drink, she wouldn’t make it to the generator. She also knew that although the raptors were blind and deaf, if she bumped into one of them, they may attack her. With no other choice, Diris drew her gun, and began walking towards the water. She gently lurked through the moistening dirt, at times passing between the raptors by mere inches. Once she had reached the water, she let out a sigh of relief, and began to use a filter to pump water into her canteen. She gleefully downed a liter of water, and then topped off her canteen.
Diris placed her things into her bag and prepared to depart, but when she threw the bag over her shoulder, she felt it hit something, she turned around to see a startled raptor quickly spin in place, who in-turn hit another raptor with his tail. Diris strafed to her right to get away from the panicking raptors, but soon, like a domino effect, all of the raptors across the bank were bumping into each other. Not wasting any time, Diris leapt into a sprint away from the river, weaving around and bumping hard into the dinosaurs left and right. One of the desperately hungry creatures managed to grab a hold of the dragoness’ backpack with its monstrous jaws, dragging Diris into the dirt. Pinned face down against the ground, she pointed her handgun over her shoulder and fired two shots. The second shot sent a gush of blood and brains streaming through the air. Diris freed herself from the creature’s mouth and stood on her feet. In a simultaneous wave, the raptors lifted their noses, sniffed the air, and converged on the smell of the gore. Diris took this advantage of this distraction and fled into the forest, looking back to see the raptors tearing at the carcass of their own brethren.
She continued running west for about a mile before she felt herself growing dehydrated again. “Phew…” she gasped, catching her breath. Now safe from the Jurassic threats, she stuffed her gun back into the holster, reached into her pack, pulled out the three-liter canteen, and began chugging it. After emptying a liter from it, she drew the canteen away from her mouth and let out a satisfied gasp. She then decided to address her full bladder, and reached her arm around back into the pocket housing her SUDA bathroom.
“Ouch!” she barked, something cut into her hand. She instinctually retracted her hand, brought the wound to her mouth and sucked on it. After a moment, she unshouldered the bag’s straps, flipped the bag in front of her, and peeked into the pocket to see what had cut her.
There laid the remains of the SUDA bathroom, shattered into many fine pieces.
Her face went pale. “Oh no.” She whimpered under her breath. She’s been using the SUDA bathroom just about every twenty minutes. She was at LEAST a half hour walk away, and she already needed to use the bathroom. She had drunk two liters of water since she’d last urinated.
In a desperate panic she snatched the radio off her hip with her right hand. “Fortune to command! Come in command! Over!” She released the button. There was silence. “Command, do you read?! This is Fortune to command! There’s been a technical problem and I’ve been compromised! I repeat, this is fortune to command. I have been compromised! Over!” Diris released the button one more time before dropping the radio to the dirt. She knew she’s been out of range for miles now.
She inverted the pocket of her backpack, emptying the shattered glass out, and examining the torn tubes and filters. It was obvious that she couldn’t fix this.
“Okay… Don’t panic Diris” She said in an attempt to calm herself. She fidgeted in place, her bladder urging her to release, she stared straight ahead at nothing in particular, taking a moment to weigh her options. She then drew her weapon from her holster, released the magazine from the gun and inserted the full one. She press-checked it to ensure that there was in fact a round in the chamber, and then placed the old, still usable magazine back in the shoulder rig. She holstered the gun, dropped her backpack and all of its contents, including the water, and darted westward through the forest.
As she ran, a number of thoughts screeched through her mind, “Will I make it to the facility? Will I pass out from dehydration? Will I piss myself? If I do, how far will the scent reach?”
She ran for what felt like forever when she started feeling lightheaded from thirst again. She had no choice but to slow to a walk. As she was climbing a particularly steep hill, she fell to her knees.
Panting heavily, her face flushed red, and her vision blurred. Fearful that she might pass out, she crawled to a downed tree, lied on her back, and elevated her legs. Her dizziness went away, but with her bulging bladder becoming a more and more urgent issue, she forced herself to stand and advance further up the hill. Just when she felt she was going to collapse again, she reached the top of the hill, and to her relief, observed that the communication’s tower was only a hundred yards down the hill. She walked as briskly as she could remain conscious, when to her horror, she noticed a large, dense crowd of the dinosaurs surrounding the entrance.
Less than twenty yards away, her dizziness made way for double-vision. As the muscles in her arms and legs weakened, so too did the muscles containing her bladder. She tensed up and buried her claws in her crotch in a desperate effort to contain herself.
One slow step at a time she made her way towards the entrance, sliding between the atrophied behemoths. Her knees shook from how urgently she needed to release. Several times, she had to lean forward and freeze in place to wait for the contractions of her bladder to taper down before continuing.
Miraculously, she manages to avoid brushing against any of the dinosaurs. She reaches the door, astounded that she made it, but as she began to turn the handle she realized…
It was locked.
Her legs were clamped together, knees shaking, and body bent over. She knew she was about to lose control of her bladder and there was nothing she could do about it. A level of frustration she had never felt in her life poured over her. Diris froze for a moment and whispered, “This is it? I’m just going to die right here, right outside of this door?”, there was a pause, and then all at once, an enraged expression washed over her face, the infuriated dragoness spun around and drew her weapon.
“I’VE GOT TWELVE SHOTS.” She bellowed at the top of her lungs. “I SHALL END TWELVE OF YOU.” Of course, being deaf, none of them reacted to this. Diris’ closed one of her eyes, braced her back against the door, and aimed down her sights. Just before she was about to start firing, her eyes dilated, her life flashed before her eyes, the final segment being the last moment she saw Officer Jake, throwing a set of keys at her before the elevator closed.
The keys! The keys were in her pant’s rear pocket! With a new lease on life, she removed her left hand from her crotch and ripped the keys out of her back pocket. She spun around and glared at the keyring. There must’ve been over a dozen keys on this thing. Her release was imminent. She was writhing, she was crying, she was squirming and squeeling from the pressure on her bladder. With each failed key, her heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a trickle of fluid escaped her bladder. A wave of fear poured over her, and she looked over her shoulder at the raptors to see if they noticed. For a moment, time stood still, when suddenly, the muscles holding back the tide finally and completely failed, releasing a stream of musky fluid down her legs. She switched her attention back to the keys and managed to find the right one. With urine still pouring out of her, she swung the door open, and leapt inside. She turned around and slammed the door, but it was intercepted by the head of a raptor. She rammed her weakened body against it. The ravaging hungry raptor pushed his full weight against the door into Diris’ leg. She let out a cry as she felt her knee sprain, but she continued pushing with the last of her strength. The raptor’s head hovering over hers, laces of mucus poured from his starving mouth onto her head. Her limp hands pointed the gun up at the raptor’s head and she pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, echoing through the halls of the facility, followed by the bloodcurdling screams of the raptor. The raptor took a shot to the neck, and was coughing up blood, which poured over Diris’ face. Despite this injury, the raptor refused to retract its head, so Diris pushed the barrel under the raptor’s chin and pulled the trigger once more. This time, there was neither a click, nor a bang.
The gun was jammed.
The weakened armed of the dragoness tried hitting the beast in its face with little effect. Blinded by the blood pouring into her eyes, her thoughts switched back to her training as a soldier. She stopped swinging her arms at the raptor, and pushed her back flat against the door. Her shaking hands clenched at the slippery surface of the chrome slide and racked it backwards, but the jammed casing didn’t come out. She ejected the blood-coated magazine into her hand but it fell to the floor and slid under the door. She stuck her fingers into the chamber to feel for the double feed, grabbed the longest key on her key ring, jammed it into the chamber and ripped the spent casing out. With the gun now clear, she dropped the keys, and reached her offhand to the magazine pouch. She pulled the old magazine out of its pouch, slammed it into the bottom of the handgun, dropped the slide, and fired five shots through the door. The raptor let out a gurgling shriek and backed up, forcing its brethren back with it. The door slammed shut, and Diris immediately turned the double-locks on the door.
She leapt away from the door. The raptors clawed and rammed the door, but it was clear they weren’t doing any damage. Despite now being safe, Diris was hyperventilating, frozen in place, pointing the empty pistol at the door. Her arms shook violently from a combination of dehydration and adrenaline. After a minute of staring at that door, her breathing slowed down and she fell to her knees. The arm holding the gun swung to her side. She wiped the blood and drool out of her eyes on her left sleeve. At last she closed her eyes and relaxed.
Once she felt some of her strength return to her legs, she stood up and tried to observe her surroundings, but the only light in the room came from the holes in the door. She flipped the switch on the light of her gun and scanned the narrow hallway. A sign at head level pointed her to where she needed to go, and she followed the arrows up a flight of stairs to the control room. She calmly limped into the room and closed the door behind her. The control room resembled a flight room, with an open window that occupied the outer wall. She took a moment to enjoy the scenery, went to the water cooler, filled a paper cup, and then sat down at the control desk, placing her gun back in her holster.
She pressed a power button. A hologram arose from it, and she began typing a series of complex commands. After a few minutes of typing, the facility suddenly sprang to life. The lights flooded the room, the monitors turned on, and the air conditioning began to hum. She adjusted a microphone and camera to point at her and began to send a live feed back to the fortress. “Fortune to Command. Come in Command.”
Officer Jake appeared on screen and said, “Command to Fortune. Mission accomplished. Everything looks good over here. Emergency Rescue is en route, and it looks like-“ Jake stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Diris’ video feed, demonstrating that she was covered in blood, sweat, and urine. “Holy hell Diris. What happened?!”
Diris casually took a sip out of the paper cup before pointing to the gun and smiling, “I lost of your magazines. Sorry.”
La fin.

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Science-Fiction

Kyle Roberts Hypno-Therapy

A professional therapist, desperate to find what’s wrong with her patient, decides to try hypnosis. Due to his age, a parent guardian is needed in the room, and unfortunately things get out of hand quickly.

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Just another person to beat

I didn’t get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I’m fat and crazy,
That’s fine
You won’t mind if I say by the way
I hate that stupid old black dress,
You never let me wear
You’re a bullheaded, heartbreaker
Who’s really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I’m concerned,
You’re just another person to beat
There’s no time for tears
I’m just sitting here planning my revenge
There’s nothing stopping me
From going out with all of my EX boyfriends
And if you come around saying’ sorry to me
You better keep it to yourself
coming back around me
Would be bad for your health
‘Cause I’ll be showing
how sorry you’ll be
As far as I’m concerned,
You’re just another person to beat
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
‘Cause I really, really hate that
stupid old black dree,
You never let me wear
You’re a bullheaded, heartbreaker
Who’s really bad at lying,
yeah,
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I’m concerned,
You’re just another person to beat.
~ State the obvious ~

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My Kind of Girl

I want a girl who’s just my size,
Cute, tattooed, with nice thick thighs.
Loud, outspoken, always blunt,
Big firm titties and a nice round butt.
Dark features are what I like,
Hair that’s long and a pussy that’s tight.
A girl who smokes herb everyday,
tries new things and likes group play.
One whose mind can wrap around ,
ideas and thoughts I may blurt out.
A girl who talks shit just because
and judges people just for fun.
Someone who’d watch another trip,
then have a laugh at their expense.
I wonder if I’ll ever find a girl with thoughts as twisted as mine,
Someone as open and horny as me,
I guess we’ll have to wait and see…..

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