Just my dark thoughts 18+ He/Him #cnc #poly #r4peplay #sleepy #somnophilia #bayarea #cncdark #monstersex #passedout 49 year old fluffy asian male from the SF bay area. Aries Cis Hetero kik:darkskippychan
I need someone who is desperate for abuse. I want them to crawl back to me after I kick their ribs in. I want them to kiss my hands and up my shoulders while I caress each scar I messily carved into their flesh.
I need to transform them into something pathetic and vile. I need to make them cry themselves to sleep while I rest peacefully. I need to isolate them socially until they depend on me for interaction. I need to completely ruin their life.
So my panel went off okay. I would say it was about an 85% success. There were about 40 to 50 people there.
Gave away lots of prizes, and not one of my quiz questions was missed. Prizes included gashapon, home made mead, the Wellerman's gift (sugar, tea, and rum), a slinky, and two potatoes.
The potatoes went fast.
I honestly was just happy people showed up, and I wasn't only talking to my friends who showed up for moral support.
Made me happy to see a reasonably good turn out for a realitivly unknown writer...
So my erotic creative writing panel got approved for Sac Anime on Friday at 3pm in the 18+ area. If you would like to meet me or hear me prattle on, or possibly come and support me, I would love to see you there.
https://www.sacanime.com/
Gonna have some give aways as well as some fun game stuff.
Hello once again fans of my darkness. I wrote this story for a very special woman who shared herself with me, and I felt obliged to thank her for the honor. She should consider doing modeling someday, honestly, as she really has the looks and body for it. I really hope that you and she enjoy this story from the darkness of my imagination. This story contains Non-Con, Tentacles, F/Moster, Impregnation, Somnophilia, mind control, and Multiple forced orgasms. Please do not read this story if any of these things might trigger you. You have been warned.
She closed the door to her small apartment with her back as her arms were full of books and her notes from college. A relieved sigh fell from her lips as she set her load down on the floor and stretched before removing her thick winter jacket. The weather had been getting constantly colder as another ‘bomb cyclone’ enveloped her part of the country in already plunging temperatures and falling snow.
Add to that her crushing school workload, and she was exhausted mentally just as much as the cold exhausted her body physically, and she could not even pretend the amount of relief she had the weekend had arrived. Finally, she had a whole weekend to relax and sleep in with no one to bother her.
She glanced over at the pile of books and lab notes and grimaced. Well, she would have to read up on a couple of chapters, as well as do a little homework, but otherwise she would be completely undisturbed.
Pulling a plastic bag from the pile, she lifted out a porcelain cat statue she had purchased from the local Good Will store. She had purchased it on a whim (it was only 2.99 after color of the day markdown), and the smooth painted porcelain of the 12-inch-tall figure had spoken to her. She had dabbled in pottery in high school and knew that making such things by hand was far more difficult than they looked. The artist had spent lots of time on the cat’s blue eyes, black body, and gold accents on the paws, and the work looked inspired by the art styles of ancient Egypt.
Giggling to herself she planted a kiss on top of the statue’s head, before she placed it on the nightstand next to her phone’s charging dock then headed off to her small kitchen to make dinner.
Had she taken just a moment to look back, she would have seen the cat’s blue eyes glowing with a supernatural light for just a moment as she left the room.
After dinner she washed up and changed for bed, putting on an oversized T-shirt before slipping between the covers with one of her textbooks. The heater clicked on now and then as she read, battling to keep her small apartment warm against the frigid cold outside.
Time passed slowly as she read, her apartment building quiet for the most part. The snow, wind, and cold was keeping most of her neighbors inside and heading off to bed early with the early darkness of the winter months.
Before long she let out a long yawn and closed the book, setting it aside on her bedstand next to her newly acquired black cat statue. She smiled lazily at it before reaching over and shutting off the light on her nightstand and snuggling down into the warmth of the covers of her bed.
Soon the warmth and fatigue settled her into a deep sleep.
Hours passed in quiet darkness.
Had she been awake she might have noticed that the glow in the cat’s eyes had returned, dimly illuminating the small bedroom. Micro cracks began to develop along the base, then started spreading up little by little.
Soon the entire cat figurine was cris crossed in tiny crack lines. Suddenly with a soft snap, crack and pop, the figure shattered into a hundred pieces, revealing a black pulsing mass within.
*Freedom! Finally… after all this time, FREEDOM! *
Bulges began to grow along the black mass and extend, then grow. Small tentacles began to form along its body as the mass grew slowly at first doubling, and then tripling in size.
The small tentacles began sampling the air around it lavishing in its freedom before turning almost as one towards the form of the sleeping woman.
She remained blissfully unaware of the danger she was in, comfortably tucked into the comforting warmth of her bed.
It had been over a century since the demon had been sated. Trapped but aware of the slow passage of time in the statue by the cursed sisterhood evoker. It had grown too strong to be banished back to its own plane of existence, but not strong enough to not be cornered and trapped.
Slowly the demon extended its tentacles towards the dark sleeping form of the woman, savoring her closeness and sacred thrill of the hunt. One by one they each slipped under the blankets and comforter of her bed questing for her warm flesh.
Finding her at last, each began to touch and explore her with feathery light touches along her bare skin as they caressed and savored her scent and her warm closeness.
She murmured lightly in her sleep, causing the demon to pause its exploration for a moment. As she settled back down, it began continuing to explore her sleeping form. Slowly the demon grew bolder with her, slipping tentacles under her shirt to wrap around her breasts and rub at her slowly hardening nipples.
Tentacles wrapped around her ankles and thighs, applying pressure slowly and gently to spread her legs. Others moved to her exposed slit, rubbing along her moistening lips as her clit grew under the demon’s light stimulation.
Another soft moan escaped the young woman’s lips, and yet still more tentacles moved to wrap around her neck and rub across her lips, covering them in the demon’s slimy secretions.
The woman involuntary licked her lips, taking the demons juices into her mouth. Slowly the demon moved the tip of his phallic like member past her lips, almost shivering in delight as he entered the sleeping woman’s warm wet mouth.
She whimpered slightly then as the demon began to slide itself deeper into her mouth and into her throat. The tips of the tentacles rubbing her nipples split open and began suckling on her Harding nipples as another did the same to her engorged clit.
The demonic tentacle in her mouth began to disgorge a thick sweet and clear warm fluid down her throat and the woman swallowed it reflexively. As the demon’s fluids filled her stomach her body began to flush with warmth, and her juices began to dribble from between her legs.
Unable to contain itself any longer, the demon positioned a larger tentacle at the entrance to the young woman’s dripping slit, entering her deeply with a single hard thrust and not stopping until the tip of its tentacle was at the entrance to her womb.
The woman’s eyes shot open, her sleep violently broken by the demon’s sudden deep penetration of her body. She cried out at the sudden pain and surprise, the sounds of her distress muffled by the large tentacle in her mouth.
The tentacles held her body firmly, their strong muscled grip like steel. She struggled and fought against her assailant, her whole-body writhing and contorting, but was unable to make any headway against his supernatural strength.
The demon reviled in her struggles against him, excited by the futility of her resistance. Soon enough her struggles began to lessen and then stop altogether as she exhausted herself. Her body began to break out in a sweat from her excursions, and she shivered despite the languid warmth her body felt from the demon’s secretions.
In the dim light of the room the demon admired her slime and sweat covered glistening form. Slowly it began to work the two large tentacles in and out of her, spit roasting her on its fleshy shafts.
The sound of its violation of her body was both grotesque and loud in the small bedroom. The wet sounds assaulted the woman’s ears as the tentacles began to pound rhythmically deep inside her. Tears welled in her eyes as her body unwillingly began to provide more lubrication to ease their passage into her.
Despite herself she could feel her body begin to betray her. Her wetness grew and she began to feel waves of intense pleasure building inside of her.
The demon sensing this began to increase the speed of his thrusting, forcing her to begin building to her orgasm quickly.
She came hard then, harder than she had ever climaxed before in her life. Her juices squirted out and around the large phallic tentacle filling her pussy, drenching the foot of her bed in her musky juices.
The demon continued to pound into her, absorbing the psychic energy the woman released from her climax and working to build her quickly to another, then another. Forcing a long stream of climaxes from her unresisting flesh.
Lifting her limp body from the bed, the demon tore off her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. It maneuvered it’s still growing mass from the nightstand and onto the bed with the woman held by fleshy tentacles in the air above it.
Using her own weight and the force of gravity, it impaled her on itself, slipping a further tentacle past the puckered flesh of her asshole to fill her bowels as well with it’s quavering flesh.
The woman moaned weakly at the further violation of her body, but offered no further resistance as her mind was once again assaulted by another forced orgasm.
Suddenly she felt the mass and tentacles tense before the demon came, its hot seed filling her throat, womb, and guts simultaneously. She came again then, mirroring his release with one hard final climax, set off by the hot liquid warmth of his seed filling the cavities of her body.
With that final orgasm, her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out from the intensity of her ordeal.
The demon slid its tentacles from her body then, resting her body at length against its own form. It began to shift and mold its flesh now that it had the strength to do so. The demon felt sated, and for the first time in centuries, optimistic as it wrapped an arm around the unconscious woman’s body.
Consciousness returned to the young woman slowly. Every muscle in her body felt sore, and her throat felt raw. Her muscles ached and throbbed as if she had just finished running a marathon or two.
She felt the warmth of another body under hers and as she looked up her gaze was suddenly caught by the cold blue eyes of the naked stranger she was draped against.
“Hello pet.” His voice was strong and deep, and she instantly felt herself relaxing as his power overwhelmed her.
She knew then that she existed only for him. To serve him and to protect him, to love him and to care for him. For he was far greater for any mortal man, and she knew when the time was right, she would use her body to bear his spawn.
He nodded at her as he watched any trace of resistance and confusion drain from her face. Her gaze became soft and adoring as she regarded him.
“Service me.” He told her.
“Yes master.” She replied softly.
She slid down his body then, to his thick, already hardening member. He was larger than any ‘man’ she had been with, longer and thicker than she had seen outside of a porn video.
The tip of his manhood already shone with the moistness of his pre cum as she took him in her mouth willingly, the pain and soreness evaporating under the demon’s power and her need to please him.
His hand reached up then to guide her head, making her take him deep as he caressed her head and ran his fingers through her hair. She knew he had the strength in that single hand to crush her skull, but she also knew he would not do so as long as she remained true to him.
The demon’s shaft began to grow and harden under her attention. Her tongue working the underside of his rock-hard shaft as she began to bob her head along his length.
He growled in pleasure as she attended to him, providing him with pleasure he had not properly felt for some time.
“Does my human form appeal to you, or would you like me to claim you in my true form?’ he asked her.
The woman released him from her mouth and gazed upon her master with a veiled gaze, considering his offer.
“Please master, take me in your true form…” she whispered.
He smiled down at her and nodded.
“As you wish… pet…” His body rippled and grew as he shifted from his human form to his demon one.
His skin began changing color and muscles began bulging as tentacles emerged from the sides and back of his torso. His hands grew into large, figured claws as fangs and teeth came forth from his distended monstrous jaw. A long think tongue whipped out to wetly caress her right nipple causing it to grow hard under the hot wet caress.
Tentacles wrapped around the woman’s body, lifting her up and spreading her legs for his now enormous horse like phallus. The woman smiled at her master, and she opened her mouth wide to allow a thick tentacle easy access to her mouth as she reached out to take one thick tentacle in each of her hands. She worked her hands along their length trying her best to satisfy her demon lover with her hands and body in any and every way possible.
Thick strong flesh like appendages once more wrapped around her breasts, tips splitting open to attach themselves to her hardening nipples. They began sucking greedily, seeking milk she had yet to produce. Gasping in pleasure she moaned as she was lowered onto the demon’s waiting shaft, simultaneously causing her to be penetrated both anally and vaginally as she was lowered onto him.
She felt the fulness of her lover with every ounce of her being and body. Satisfying him simultaneously with every orifice of her body simultaneously. Feeling him use her in a way no other creature on the earth ever could.
Her gaze drifted down and she could see her stomach distending from the massive demon’s shaft penetrating her body. She felt no pain, however, and knew it must be due to her new master’s powers.
The demon’s large, clawed hands wrapped around her waist as it began to thrust in earnest into her, his flesh hot and firm like steel. It wasn’t long before the first orgasm hit her, followed shortly by another, then another as they began to meld together.
She began to lose count as she was shifted into another position and the demon took her from behind then until she could no longer remain on all fours. When her body went slack and she lay flat on the bed, her demon master took her from behind, rutting into her deeply with his whole weight pressed against her back.
The young woman smiled around the tentacle in her mouth as her new master once more filled her body with his seed. She knew her purpose now, and the demons’ release inside her was a sign that she had fulfilled her new calling to the best of her ability.
The demon withdrew itself from the unconscious woman’s limp body as it shifted once more to its smaller human form. The demon pulled her against him, and he nestled his shaft between the soft crack of her ass.
The beginning of his revenge was off to a good start. Soon this world and the descendants of those who had imprisoned him would know his full fury for what had been done to him.
As the demon drifted off to a satisfied sleep, he could already tell that his seed had taken root in the young woman, and very soon, she would birth the first of his demon spawn.
A very good beginning indeed.
I hope you enjoyed my story. I started this one at the same time as the Dangers of GMO story, so if you see a similar story thread, that is why. It took a very special fan sharing herself with me to motivate me to finish it however. If you would like to buy me a coffee or drop me a nude, it is always much appreciated. Maybe my next story will be a prequel to this story showing how the demon became trapped in the first place? Maybe a nice (or not so nice) woman out there will motivate me to do that story… As always, take one of these, it’s dangerous out there. March 2024 DarkSkippychan
Hey! Just wanna say I love your work and every time I cum from it, it makes me realise how disgusting I am... do you intend to write more?
I haven't really felt motivated to write lately, but I do appreciate that you enjoy my stories. I will probably write again in the future if motivated to do so.
Hello fans of my darkness. I wrote this story for a fan of mine who decided to share herself with me when I was feeling down as a token of appreciation. I hope you are able to afford to go back to university soon and things work out better for you. This story contains Non Con, Sommnophilia/drugging, F/Monster, Tentacles, Forced Orgasms, and Impregnation. Please do not read this story if any of these things may be triggering for you. You have been warned.
Marin Biotech (the 3rd largest biotech firm in the world) had just opened its newest research campus two months ago in her local suburban town. The new work campus provided the nearby community with an influx of much needed capital as well as fueling a new boom in housing, local shops, and (of course) jobs. Their sprawling 43-acre campus was home to many lab facilities, greenhouses, and office buildings all catering to the global companies’ many research projects.
She had been lucky enough to land an afterhours temp job entering data from several of the many research groups and labs. Her normal shift ran from 6pm to 2am, so she seldom saw other employees of the company.
Some people would have found the work conditions lonely, but she actually enjoyed the solitude and freedom to work at her own pace. Not to mention she got full access to the company’s well stocked employee lounge and was pretty much left alone to do her job with little to no supervision as long as she was completing her assigned tasks.
After parking her car in the near empty concrete employee parking garage, she hurried quickly to the main facilities building, her breath fogging out in front of her from the winter cold. Fortunately, snow hadn’t started falling yet, but it always felt right around the corner.
The building was quiet, and she didn’t see another soul as she used her employee pass to enter the building. She crossed the lobby and took the elevator down to basement floor 1 where the buildings main labs and her computer terminal awaited her.
Upon reaching her workstation, she quickly removed her coat, scarf, and gloves before the heat of the heavily climate-controlled basement overwhelmed her. The company always kept it a bit warm down in the lab levels, and she wasn’t sure why. She had learned to drink generous amounts of coffee to offset the urge to doze or sleep while she worked in the comfortable warmth.
The hard copy file ‘In box’ on her desk had several inch thick manila files of printed paper data for her to enter, but she noticed that her workload was about half of its usual size. Thinking it over, she figured some of the researchers had decided to get a head start on the three-day weekend with Monday being a company holiday.
She settled down and woke her computer from sleep mode, as she fell into a rhythm and began to get down to work entering all the collected data.
Lab 3 (of 8) of Marin Biotech main research building was currently devoted to the development of new Genetically Modified Organisms (or GMO for short) mixing plant and animal DNA to create new fast growing and disease resistant strains of plants and animals.
The work was slow and tedious and led to hundreds if not thousands of non-viable products. More recently work had begun to create mutations of promising strains by bombarding them with different forms of hard Alpha, Beta, and Gama radiation, hoping to create organisms with a more favorable outcome.
Among the newest batch in the lab was genetic specimen Beta-317. The Beta series were all different Amazonian Jungle species (picked for their high growth rates and competitive nature) mixed with different ocean animals to try to cultivate their unique properties. Beta-317 or B317 was specifically Cissus Amazonica also known as the Amazon Jungle Vine propagated and enhanced with spliced genes of the Enteroctopus dofleini or Giant Pacific Octopus for its RNA editing abilities and regeneration properties.
Work in Lab 3 had ended early in the day as the staff left early for their vaunted three-day weekend. Multi spectrum bulbs illuminated the far quarter of the lab where the Beta specimens were constantly exposed to full spectrum light as to encourage their rapid growth. Each GMO hybrid had also been placed in a nutrient rich water bath to provide each with the proper nutrients to sustain rapid growth.
Unseen by human eyes, experiment B317 quivered under the constant UV assault, before unfurling several of its thin appendages in its nutrient bath. Roots quested out and dipped into its neighbors fluid baths, draining the fluids and growing in size and length from the additional nutrition.
One appendage discovered the edge of the pool of light and B317 quivered as it began to pull itself out of the damaging brightness still growing from all the rich nutrients it had just absorbed from its neighbors.
A couple of hours had passed in the blink of an eye while she worked when she suddenly let out a big yawn. Stretching, she decided it was time to take a break and get some coffee to help her finish her work shift.
The employee lounge was just down the hall from her workstation, the ecofriendly lights automatically turning on as she entered. She picked up a cup and placed it in the coffee machine, then frowned as nothing happened after she hit the dispense button. Looking at the illuminated control panel she saw the machine was displaying an error code.
She sighed loudly and instead selected some Lavender tea from the tea display beside the coffee machine. A little hot water, milk, and honey later and her second drink of choice was ready.
As she headed back to her workstation, sipping her tea, she didn’t notice the quivering greenish form of B317 clinging to the ceiling down the hall behind her.
B317 had moved through the empty building hallways virtually silently despite its growing size, but not finding anything of interest until it had spotted the woman’s movement as she left the employee lounge.
Attracted to her heat and scent, it slowly began to follow her down the hall moving silently along the ceiling, vine-like tentacles spreading it’s weight evenly as it moved.
She sat down and began working again, taking a sip from her tea now and then. After a while she suppressed another yawn just as she finished up her current folder. She stretched again and leaned back in her chair deciding to close her eyes to rest for just a moment. After all, she thought, her workload was light, and a little nap couldn’t hurt.
B317 found its prey not moving as it slipped past the door frame and into the room. The only sound in the room was the gentle rhythmic breathing from the woman reclined in the chair, and the quiet hum of the lights and office equipment around the room.
Slowly it moved along the wall and down onto the office floor. Moving carefully, it cautiously reached out several tentacle vines towards the sleeping woman. Delicately they brushed across her warm skin, savoring the heat from her body, before stopping as she murmured in her sleep. As she settled back down, they continued to move along her body exploring.
B317 was confused by the cooler non-living clothing around the body of the young woman, but it began to become more excited by the closeness of her warmth and scent. More of its appendages began to move to the body of the woman, wrapping around her very gently as not to wake her.
As B317’s vine tentacles began to move up her body to explore the woman’s face she suddenly shifted and began to blink awake, unconsciously knowing something was wrong.
‘Whaaaa..’ she began, her brain still foggy and dazed from her short nap.
B317 struck out of instinct, jabbing a needle like barb into her neck and injecting her with a potent venom. The woman cried out and her body tensed at the sudden prick of pain. Her eyes shot open, then almost just as suddenly her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body went limp as the creature’s venom coursed through her system.
The newly born mutant vibrated in pleasure as its prey surrendered to its toxin. Hungrily it began to tear through the young woman’s clothing, vine tentacles desperate to expose more of her soft warm flesh.
The woman moaned weakly as the mutant creature stripped her body roughly and she involuntarily shivered at her body’s sudden exposure. Questing tentacles began to explore every inch of her body, causing her body to react of its own accord.
Her nipples began to harden as her body was roughly explored and goose flesh rose as it attempted to fend off the sudden change in temperature. The creature lifted her whole body up off the chair, easily holding her weight aloft. Her head fell back, causing her mouth to open, which B117 took as an invitation to explore. One thick tentacle vine pushed into her mouth, and began to slide down her throat, enjoying her mouth’s warm wetness.
Her heart began to beat faster, her body aware of the danger, even if she herself was not. Warmth flowed over her as her body flushed and reacted to the creature’s touch. Moistness gathered as her juices begain to drip from between her legs.
The creature’s body quivered, and a bulge began to form along its body before bursting forth into a new appendage from its central mass. More of the mutant’s vine tentacles wrapped around the woman’s legs, spreading them wide while it held her in the air before it.
The new appendage moved towards her exposed womanhood drawn there by her musky scent and dripping juices. It slowly began to rub along her slit, collecting her juices along its length and head before nuzzling against the opening of her sex.
A soft moan escaped her lips around the vine tentacle in her mouth that quickly grew to a cry as the creature suddenly forced itself inside her. Her cries just as suddenly turning into soft whimpers as the large appendage slid deeper and deeper inside her, stopping only once reaching the opening to her womb.
Suddenly the creature began to roughly pound its length in and out of her, causing the woman to involuntarily orgasm after just a few thrust of its large phallus like vine tentacle.
B117 greedily absorbed her juicy discharge and the rich nutrients it carried, not stopping for one moment to let the woman rest as it continued to forcefully fuck her. The head of the appendage struck the entrance of her womb like an ancient battering ram trying to forcibly enter a besieged castle.
The woman’s whole-body shook, and her breast bounced with each hard thrust into her limp unresisting body. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her as the creature continued to have its way with her and absorb her rich juices.
Finally, after several minutes of attempting to force its way inside her, the creature was able to modify its breeding appendage. The tip forming petals that it used to pry and force her cervix open, thus allowing its head to slip deep inside her womb and nestle inside her.
Her stomach began to bulge as it worked more and more of itself inside her, stretching her out birth canal out. She moaned in unconscious protest as the mutant filled her body fuller and more completely than ever before.
B117 pulled the young woman close to it as it felt something deep inside itself grow, then detach, and begin to work itself along the length of its body and down into the appendage connecting them.
Slowly bit by bit, it contracted and moved the hard lump along its length. Reaching the connection between them, the creature was stymied by the tightness of the woman’s body wrapped around its breeding tentacle vine.
Slowly it began to push, harder and harder, increasing the pressure until finally with a loud moan from the woman, her vaginal passage stretched out far enough to allow the hard mass to pass. Using more and more pressure now, the creature continued to push the hard lump of its seed deep inside her.
Centimeter by centimeter the seed moved up her birth canal to be stopped once more as it reached the much smaller opening of her cervix. Twisting and pushing, B117 thrashed the tip of its tentacle inside her womb, causing her to orgasm once more. The sudden tensing and relaxing of her body with each pulse finally allowing the seed to continue millimeter by millimeter up inside her until finally it plopped into the warmth and wetness of her womb.
The woman’s whole body suddenly relaxed as the mutant finished implanting its seed inside her. Sweat dripped from her limp body to be collected greedily by the vine tentacles enveloping her as they sucked at her skin.
Content for now, the creature labeled B117 began to move out of the room, holding its prize in a cocoon of vine tentacles above it.
The woman rose to conscious slowly, her mind still slow and foggy from the mutant venom the plant hybrid had injected her with. Her whole body felt sore, and every muscle abused as if she had run several marathons or had climbed a couple of tall mountains.
She could feel the cool air of the room on her naked skin and her throat felt raw and dry. Her eyes moved around the room, not recognizing where she was.
A very bright group of lights was over a table in one corner of the room. All around her was a green vine type plant mass, covering what she could only assume were tables, chairs, and office equipment. The plant covered the walls, and even parts of the ceiling, and seemed to pulse almost as if it were breathing.
As she looked around, a vine began to move towards her mouth. She tried to turn her head, or to pull back, but she found she didn’t have the strength to even do that much.
As the tip of the vine tentacle opened her mouth and slid inside, it suddenly pulsed and began to disgorge a warm, thick, starchy tasting liquid into her mouth. Disgusted the woman had no choice but to swallow the liquid or risk drowning in it. After a minute or so the vine tentacle stopped and slid back and out of her mouth.
Even as she was disgusted by what had just happened, the woman was surprised to find that she felt better and a little stronger. But before she could even begin to adapt to her situation, she felt something twitch inside her lower belly.
She looked down and her eyes went wide as she saw that her belly had grown and was now stretched out as if she were six months pregnant. Her eyes darted around wildly, looking for something to help steady her mind with.
She saw a clock on the wall displaying the time and date. Only a few hours had passed since she went to the lounge for her tea. It seemed incomprehensible to her.
How could all this have happened in only a couple of hours?
Suddenly she felt a large movement inside her growing belly. She managed to flop from her side onto her back as the first contraction hit her. She cried out loudly and moaned as she felt something moving, fighting its way out of her.
‘Oh god… noOOOOOOOO!’ her hands each wrapping around a vine and squeezing hard as her legs spasmed. The vines felt almost like a kind hard rubber with very little give in them as she panted and struggled with the new life growing inside her trying to be born.
Sweat covered her entire body as she panted and felt the organism inside her moving towards its birth and freedom. She cried out again as another contraction helped to move it along. Two small vine tentacles burst from the slit of her red swollen sex and began to wrap themselves around her thighs, giving the creature additional purchase to pull itself out of its mother.
She came then, hard and long despite everything, the pain and pleasure signals mixed up and scrambled in her brain. The hard rubbery body of the birthing creature pushing hard against her G spot as it pulled itself out of her, raping her from the inside out.
With a final push she collapsed back against the labs floor, totally spent. Her eyes fluttered as she fought to stay conscious despite the struggle of birthing the creature and her ordeal.
The newborn creature began to slide up its mother’s body, two vine tentacles questing for the milk already dripping from her nipples. Attaching themselves to her hard nipples, they began to suck greedily on their mother’s breasts, nourishing itself on her milk and already beginning to grow.
B117 began to stir once more. Vine tentacles quested out for the young woman’s warm sweat covered body once again. After all, her womb was now empty and available, and it had a full three-day weekend to procreate and progenerate…
As the young woman began to slip back into unconsciousness, she felt the touch of B117 along her body once more and wondered if taking the temp job had actually been such a good idea….
I hope you enjoyed my little dark story. Thanks for reading and congratulations for making it this far. If you did in fact enjoy the story, please feel free to buy me a coffee or send me a nude or two. Nudes nourish my soul and fuel my imagination. Till next time friends, stay dark and weird. DarkSkippychan Feb/2024
Hello fans of my darkness. Been a minute since I have written anything new, but a mutual of mine has been doing her best to inspire me, so I wrote this story for her. This story contains Non con, humiliation, breeding, threats, and violence between a M/F. Please do not read this story if you think these things may trigger you.
The small branch of the well-known coffee shop stood in a local strip mall in the suburbs of the nearby city. It was almost exactly like the 900 other identical sister locations located across the country that were owned and operated by the vast faceless corporation. It served the local community with thousands of 8-21 oz cups of hot and cold caffeinated beverages daily, feeding the local addiction like a legalized drug dealer giving the people their fix.
The hours were very long, and the pay was low for providing the local populous with their caffeine fix, so the doors tended to be revolving in the regards to employees. As the evening approached, only a loan staffer had been scheduled to lock up and finish the cleaning tasks for the night.
The days were quickly getting shorter as winter approached. She locked the doors and completed her cleaning, happy that the day was over. She was extraordinarily beat at the end of the busy day after being so shorthanded. Still only another half hour or so of cleaning, and she would be able to clock out and head home to her dog.
The stores interior lights went out, plunging that corner of the suburban strip mall into darkness as the man watched from his car. He knew that the store had been running with only one employee for weeks now at closing. This gave him a short window of opportunity to jimmy the lock and get inside the store before the storm alarm was set. If he was lucky, he could grab the evenings cash without much resistance from the lone employee.
He looked around the parking lot, but it was mostly empty and very quiet at this time of night in the middle of the week. Quietly he exited his vehicle and moved to the side door of the lobby. It was locked, but he was able to bypass the lock in a couple of moments using a couple of picks and some knowledge he acquired from YouTube.
He entered the store quietly and relocked the door behind him. He could hear water and the sounds of cleaning from the back of the store as the single remaining employee finished their cleaning tasks for the day. He reached up and lowered the ski mask to cover his face and lifted the hem of his hoodie up so he could draw his pistol from his waistband.
Just as she finished her last bit of cleaning and turned the tap off, she suddenly heard the door open and wheeled in surprise.
‘What…’ she started to turn and stopped suddenly as she saw the man in the doorway.
He was clad in all black with a ski mask hiding his face from her gaze. The pistol in his hand gave her no illusions as to why he was in the store after closing.
She raised her hands, eyes wide, as she finally noticed the handcuffs in his other hand.
‘Hands behind your back, turn around!’ She moved quickly to obey him and felt the cold metal cuffs get fastened around her wrists, trapping her arms.
His hand reached down and pulled the phone from her pocket, casually tossing it into the sink with a thud.
‘Where is the money!’ he demanded in her ear.
‘O-oo-nn the desk…’ she motioned with her head, her green visor cap pointing over to the small office used by all the staff.
He grunted and grabbed her by the handcuffs, dragging her along as he headed to the office. The evening deposit was sitting on the desk in a classic blue bank deposit bag. He reached down and opened it and was instantly disappointed by the amount of money inside.
‘Where is the rest of it?’ He yanked painfully on her arm, and she yelped.
‘That’s it, I swear, most people pay via card and app these days…’ Her eyes were wide, and she trembled with fear as the robber considered what she said, almost really looking at her for the first time in her standard green apron and visored logo hat.
She saw the look in his eyes change and her heart sank as she guessed at what was coming next.
‘Fine…’ he took out a key and removed her cuffs then took a step back and pointed his handgun at her.
‘Strip’
She blinked at him, not wanting to believe what she was hearing.
‘Wha…’
‘STRIP! NOW!’ His voice was loud in the small office as he gestured with his gun.
She winced and her hands began to move on their own. She untied her apron and removed her hat and put them on the desk, then unbuttoned her shirt and pants before removing them and setting them also on the desk. She stopped then in her bra, panties, and socks, covering what she could of her body with her hands.
‘Please… don’t…’
‘I said STRIP Bitch!’ He raised the gun as if to hit her with it and she winced away and continued to strip quickly, dropping her underwear to the floor and kicking her socks off. She faced away from him as she felt his hot gaze go over her body.
‘Well, well, well, this may not be a wasted night after all…’ he leered at her. ‘Put the hat and the apron back on…’
She did as he asked, happy to have anything at all to cover herself with. Even so the apron was far too small to completely go over her chest, and the sides of her breasts peeked out on both sides.
He moved closer and placed his free hand on the top of her head, forcing her down and on to her knees.
‘Take it out.’
‘I…’
‘No, no talking. Take it out and suck me off.’ He placed the barrel of the gun against the side of her head. ‘And if I feel teeth, you are gonna feel lead.’
Her hands fumbled at his belt and fly, working his pants down. She could see he was already getting hard at the thought of what she was going to do for him. Slowly she pulled his shorts down, allowing his member to spring free.
She could smell the scent of his arousal and see the moistness glistening on the tip of his shaft.
‘Open.’ She hesitated for only a moment and felt his hand grab her hair in a fist. As she cried out involuntarily, he moved his hips forward, sliding his shaft past her lips.
He let out a moan then as he pulled her head against him, forcing her to take him deeper. She struggled to accept him as he bottomed out in her throat, savoring her tongue twitching under his hardening shaft.
‘Mmmmmmmm…’ he began to work himself in and out of her mouth, using her head like a flesh light.
She did her best to relax and not fight him as he continued to use her mouth freely. Her passiveness seemed to excite him, or maybe it was the power he had over her. She felt his member getting larger and becoming engorged with blood from the stimulation and sensations her mouth was giving him.
‘That’s it baby, work that tongue…’ His pace began to quicken and she struggled to adapt. Her hands gripped both of his trouser legs tightly as he continued to use her mouth.
Before long she felt him tense and then suddenly, violently he pulled her deeply into his crotch and let out a loud groan. She felt his member twitch and his balls contract as he came deep into her throat in a hot sticky torrent. She tried to pull back, but he had a death grip on her head and in her hair, so she had no choice but to swallow his seed as he came, her throat working involuntarily along his shaft to drain him.
He finally released her then, just as she was beginning to see spots from lack of oxygen. He slumped back against the desk as she coughed roughly and spit some of his cum onto the office floor. She lay there looking up at him as she did her best just to breathe, recovering from him face fucking her mouth.
He smiled at her and kicked off her shoes and pants, before tugging his shorts down to let them fall to the floor.
‘You know what would be great right now? A triple expresso mocha latte…’ he grabbed her under the arm and pulled her to her feet. Then he pushed her to the doorway, then stopped for a moment and turned to grab something from his pants before dragging her to the store lobby.
He looked out the darkened store front into the parking lot, but it was completely empty this late at night on a weekday.
‘Why don’t you make two of them?’ He leered at her. ‘Your gonna need the energy as well…’ he said ominously.
She reached up and began to make the drinks that she had made hundreds of times before. She was about halfway through when she suddenly felt his hands on her ass. She started suddenly in surprise and spilled one of the drinks she had been working on.
‘Aww now you will have to start that one over.’ She could hear the mocking done in his voice and she moved off to start it over, not noticing him slip something into the drink that had already been halfway completed.
She continued to work, trying to ignore the situation she had been inescapably drawn into. The robber watched her move back in forth as she labored in concentration, trying to ignore his presence. His member begin to twitch as he watched her nice round ass moving back and forth.
He slowly moved closer to her, his shaft hardening more and more as she worked. Finally, she finished the drinks, and he pressed against her, forcing her against the counter with his weight.
His left hand reached down, and he maneuvered himself against her slit, and with a single hard thrust he was deep inside her. She gasped and cried out at his sudden and brutal entry, and he moaned as he felt her warm moistness gully engulf his shaft.
‘Mmmmm, your so wet and tight…’ he growled into her ear as his left hand slid up her body and inside her apron to grip and fondle her breast.
‘Does that feel good?’ He gave her a single thrust to punctuate his thought. ‘You’re getting so wet for me…’ He pulled his hips back, almost pulling himself out of her, before slamming himself back fully inside her roughly.
He casually picked up the second cup of coffee and drained it, letting the hot liquid flow down his throat, warming him to the core. He reached for the second cup, picked it up, and then raised it to her lips.
‘Drink’ He commanded.
She bit back a reply and began to drink the hot beverage, trying not to hurt herself while she gulped down the hot liquid. As she finished, he pulled the cup away and tossed it back on the counter.
His hand gripped her chin tightly as he began to work himself in and out of her dripping wet hole in earnest. She gripped the counter tightly with both hands as he roughly rutted in her, unable to stop him as he used his weight and leverage to bend her further over the counter.
‘You’re loving this, aren’t you?’ She could hear the gloating in his voice. ‘Your so wet on your rapist cock.’
She shook her head, not trusting her voice.
‘Say it… say how much you love it…’ his voice was husky in her ear.
‘Nn-n-o…’ she managed to force out in a sob.
‘LIAR…’ he grasped her visor and pulled it down forcefully to her neck, and then twisted it, choking her, cutting off her oxygen.
Her eyes bulged in surprise and her hands flew up to the band, trying desperately to relax the material enough to breathe.
He released the visor as suddenly as he had grabbed it, and she gasped like a fish out of water as he pushed her hard onto the countertop, causing her to scatter the various utensils and paraphernalia gathered there.
His hands gripped her waist for more leverage as he began to take her in hard long thrusts. The sounds of their bodies filled the coffeehouse lobby, loud in the silence, and she lay limply as he took her, unable to fight back at all now.
Minutes seemed like hours to her as he continued to use her body at will. Suddenly she felt him tense and thrust as deep as he could inside her. With a load moan he came, and she could feel him pumping his seed deep inside her womb.
He chuckled and gave her ass a slap as he pulled out of her, and she could feel his seed begin to leak out of her and run down her legs. Her arms felt like lead and her whole body felt numb, almost like it belonged to someone else.
‘Feeling a little out of it? Guess the GBH I spiked your coffee with must be working… can’t have you remembering too many details…’
He pulled her off the counter and laid her limp body on the floor behind the counter. She could see his manhood already starting to become hard again and could hardly believe it. His shaft bobbed and glistened with her juices and his cum.
‘And we have hours to enjoy ourselves…’
She felt him spread her legs wide and felt his hardness enter her once more as she began to drift off in the GBH induced haze. She moaned involuntarily as she was used, the hard nonslip rubber mats on the floor behind the counter pressing into her naked back.
She fought her way back to consciousness some hours later sore and covered in cum and sweat. It was still dark outside, and she blinked awake slowly and looked around in confusion in the dim darkness on the floor of the coffee house.
She vaguely remembered a man… but not much else.
As she stiffly sat up to evaluate her condition, she had no idea that the robber and rapist had left her one more surprise to find.
A surprise she wouldn’t find out about until a couple weeks later. For although her birth control was 99.2% effective, that also meant that it was .08% chance it was not effective, and it had not been her lucky day.
And due to the new laws of her state, she would have to keep this baby, that had been forcefully raped into her, for she would have no other option by law.
If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed reading my story. I always loved the Starbee’s meme of what kind of milk do you want ‘breast milk’, so when I found out that one of my mutuals worked as a barista, this story all kind of fell in place. As always, I do not condone violence or rape, and this story is just a fantasy written for consenting adults. Until later Space Cowboy. Dark Skippychan 09/23
Had a great time at Sac Anime and met Toshio Maeda, father of tentacle hentai and creater of La Blue Girl and Urotsukidoji. Here is a picture of me with him dressed as Professer Oak from Pokémon.
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