SPLOT –

     Chapter 1: Splot vs. Estrella Noche

     Date: 06/28/01

     Mars Lovely (marslovely@yahoo.com)

 

NOTE: The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 18 years of age, or those who are offended by bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and torture should read no further.  All characters are the creation of the author.

 

            Libradore’s castle lay in ruins, and Spain’s greatest villain lay buried beneath tons of fallen stone.  Estrella Noche floated above the rubble, faintly glowing as she regained her composure.  She had nearly escaped utter defeat at the hands of Libradore, a diabolical madman who had dreamt of conquering Spain, and the world.  She had finally defeated her nemesis, but only by expending every ounce of her stellar energies.  Her black costume hung in tatters from her magnificent form.  Absently she pulled on the remaining shoulder strap, and it fell away.  “At least,” she thought to her self as she blushed ashamed at her exposure, “I wore clean undies…”

 

            Left only with the black long gloves and thigh high boots, which shimmered with the pattern of a starry night, and her silky pink bra and panties, Estrella scanned the ground for her mask.  In the last minute of the fight, while he still held the advantage, Libradore had pulled the mask from the heroine’s face to add to the totality of her capture.  Much to his surprise, her desire to protect her identity as one of Spain’s former Olympic superstars had energized her enough for the final strike that ended Libradore’s villainy once and for all.  Slowly she lowered to the ground and retrieved her mask.  Blowing the dust from it she returned it to its place, covering her fine features.  The nearly invisible lenses changed her eye color, and the slightly padded clothe changed the contours of face, making it harder to recognize, which as both her identities were famous, was exceptionally important.

 

            Turning she walked towards the great doors of the castle’s outer wall.  Slowly she felt her strength returning.  She wasn’t ready for another fight, but soon she would be able to take flight and return to her apartment in Madrid.  Though late in the evening, the summer sun still blazed and kept the countryside well lit.  Pushing the huge door open, Estrella turned for a final look at the scene of her greatest victory, then flew into air.  Ascending to several hundred feet, Estrella looked around to get her bearings.  The landscape was completely foreign to her.  She had spent her life traveling all over Spain for training and considered herself somewhat of an expert on her native country.  Flying higher, she began to suspect she wasn’t in her native country.

 

            “Bastard!” She cursed.  While unconscious, Libradore could have brought her anywhere in Europe, or Africa, or the world for that matter.  She had assumed that she had been unconscious for only a few hours and that Libradore had simply brought her to his family’s estate outside the city, but now she realized how wrong she was.  Her elation from defeating her adversary quickly left.  The landscape was different, the combined green of the trees and grass was the wrong shade, and the visible rock faces were the wrong kinds of rock.  She couldn’t tell what kind of rocks they were, just that they weren’t from Spain.  From her vantage of several hundred feet, there was no sign of civilization.  No cities or towns, just the thin dirt road that ended at Libradore’s castle, and wound its way down to a large lake several kilometers east of the castle.  In the lake was small pontoon plane.  Even with his nearly unlimited financial assets and advanced technologies, building that castle, out here in the middle of nowhere most have stretched his resources thin.  “And I blew it up!”  Estrella laughed to herself, trying to keep her spirits up.  The wind at this altitude began to chill her.  Looking at the sun, she guessed she had only a few hours before sunset, and dressed only in her underwear, she knew she was in for a cold night.

 

            The remains of the castle cast a long shadow across the landscape.  “Better then nothing I supposed.”

 

            Minutes later Estrella was walking through the deserted hallways of the castle.  Several of the doors opened to empty rooms.  Some were faux doors, set into the wall like a normal door, but opening to a brick wall.  Except for his torturous lab, the entire place was still under construction.  Feeling the chill on the night air, Estrella Noche reassessed her situation.  Launching herself back into the air, she flew towards the lake, perhaps there was something in the plane of some use, and perhaps, just maybe she could use the radio to call for help, maybe at least find out where on Earth she was.  She landed several meters from the plane.  Even in the fading light, she could see the scenic beauty around her.  Walking to the plane, she was surprised that the door wasn’t locked.  “I guess way out here, why bother?”

 

            Opening the door, several magazines spilled out to the ground.  Estrella noticed that they were in English, which she was somewhat fluent in, but what really caught her eye were the naked women adorning the pages.  Page after page, she flipped through images of nude women, by themselves, with men, with other women feeling both embarrassed and dirty for looking at the images.  “Naughty, naughty Libradore, most get lonely out here all alone.”  She shuddered for a moment thinking how he had almost succeeded in defeating her.  Had he won the fight, she might be in some of these poses herself right now.  “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she thought to herself, remembering the time that the Saudi super assassin called the Arabian had caught her.  Under the influence of ancient nomadic talismans, she had spent a week as a concubine in his harem, servicing him and the other women under his spell.  She, and her sometimes partner Elegentress, after six nights of exploring each other’s bodies, had managed to destroy the artifact that remove their sexual inhibitions and escape.

 

            She rubbed her hand over her smooth belly and down over her silky panties.  She was never sure if it was a side effect of the magic involved, but she never felt any remorse of the wanton sexual pleasures she felt during that week.  As a matter of fact, she felt a longing for the sensation of total submission to the primitive animal lust that had possessed her in complete contradiction to her strict Catholic upbringing.  Any other remotely sexual experience in her life was plastered with guilt and angst over its inappropriateness.  She never before, or since, engaged in anything remotely as decedent. 

 

She glanced around over her shoulder, suddenly feeling as if she was being watched. 

 

There was no one there. 

 

            Returning her attention to the magazines, she began to feel her loin tingling.  She began to rub herself, across her tight stomach.  The velvety material of her gloves delighted her skin.  She looked around again.  She still felt as if someone was watching her as she pleasured herself.  Pulling the edge of her bra low, she ran her velvety figure around her hardening nipple. 

 

Closing her eyes, she thought back to Elegentress’ beautiful tan body sliding against her own.  Lightly oiled, they tantalized each other with kisses and caresses while lying at the feet of the Arabian.  Estrella descended to her friend’s waist and gently kissed the fine black hairs that covered Elegentress’ sex.  Growing bolder she licked at her slit, lubricating it with her salvia even as her friend moaned and twisted under her attentions.  The Arabian, excited by the sight of his two enemies locked in their passionate embrace and completely under his power, threw off his robes and positioned himself behind Estrella.  Grabbing hold of the loose fabrics that entwined her, the Arabian pinned her, face down into Elegentress’ lap and entered her virgin pussy with a quick thrust.  The immense size of his penis, and the inexperienced muscles of her vagina slowed his thrust, and forced a scream out of the heroine.  Elegentress moaned louder as Estrella’s face was driven, tongue extended, into her crotch by the force of the Arabian’s thrusts.  The magic quickly filtered out the pain of loosing her virginity to the monster cock that was now freely moving in and out of her wet hole.  The Arabian groaned slamming deeply into Estrella spewing his load in her deflowered snatch.  Roughly flipping her over so she lay on top of Elegentress, who wrapped her arms and legs around the young heroine, holding her open to the Arabian’s continued ministrations.  Using both hands he continued to stroke his ten-inch penis as it splattered more of his thick cum across her face and chest.  Kneeling on top of the women, he advanced his softened member to Estrella’s lips.  Parting her lips, she tasted his sperm for the first time.  Enchanted or not, she loved the salty taste and hungrily lapped at the sticky fluids that coated the engorged purple head.

           

            Restrained by Elegentress’ strong limbs and probing fingers, Estrella could only rock her head back and forth, licking and sucking the Arabian’s softening penis, until he stood, pulling away from the insatiable heroine.  With his weight removed, Estrella was able to turn over and face her friend.  Plunging her tongue into Elegentress’ parted lips, she shared the lingering traces of the Arabian’s seed.  Elegentress began to kiss and lick Estrella’s face collecting more of his cum in her mouth.  Moving lower she cleaned it from her chest, moaning and begging for more.  She wiggled on her back, moving below Estrella, covering her body with kisses and light playful bites, until she had positioned her head between the other woman’s thighs.  Estrella sat up, kneeling above her friend as she gently begin to lick her pussy.  Estrella groan a lustful sound, consumed with the new pleasure of another woman skillfully lapping at her erotically charged center.  Elegentress continued to pleasure her, all the while sucking in the last vestiges of the Arabian’s cum…

 

            Estrella shuddered in the chilled evening at the power of her recollections.  It had been a year since she and Elegentress had escaped the Arabian, but she felt the burning stimulation in her loins, the arousal of being compelled to enact all her basest fantasies.  “Maybe,” she only somewhat consciously thought, “it was the years of repression catching up with me.”  She blinked twice in the faded light, before she noticed the bluish white tendril wrapped around her arm.  It was translucent; she could see her gloved arm through the semi-liquid tentacle as it wrapped around her left arm.  She was aware of the horror that was welling up inside her as she turned her head and saw the undulating mass of gooey material behind her, covering most of the lower half of her body, but the startled fear was quelled by irresistible sexual desire that was burning through her.  She could see, and feel, Elegentress’ lips between her legs and her tongue lapping at her fluids mixed with her captor’s semen.  A kaleidoscope of images from that week cascaded across her eyes, servicing the Arabian’s ten inch python with her mouth while his clients rammed her from behind and shot their loads on her perfect white ass.  The seemingly endless nights of lavishing her attentions on Elegentress’ beautiful tanned body and receiving equal pleasures from her in return felt as real now as they felt unreal then.

 

            She was only vaguely aware as the globular mass began dissolving her panties and bra off of her body.  The thick material felt warm and soft against her bare skin.  It shimmered in the failing light, and wherever it touched her, she felt a scintillating sensation.  The fine hairs of her body stood on end as it pseudo pods formed and roamed across her skin.  She lurched forward as the mass gently forced her legs apart and poured itself down her lower back, between her exposed buttocks, filling the cleavage there.  There was a pulsing suction that accompanied the electric vibrations of the creatures touch, particularly around her anus.  If gently massaged and pulled at the sphincter before applying small amounts of pressure, not enough to enter, but enough to thoroughly stimulate Estrella’s already excited body.  She felt the familiar sensations between her legs, as she began to lubricate in expectation of being penetrated.  From her position of leaning forward against a rocky outcropping, she involuntarily began to rock back against the mass, moving in rhythm was its wave like assault against her frame.  She could fell a large pseudo pod forming between her legs.  Unlike the others, this one was firm, and large enough to brush against her taunt stomach. 

 

            As much as she knew she should struggle, to fight off the coming invasion of her body, the sensations were simply too powerful to resist.  Mini tentacles of the material strung through her blonde hair, moving across her chest and throat.  As some encircled her engorged nipples, they twisted and pulled at them, others made their way across her chin and into her mouth.  The small invaders pulled her mouth open in an exaggerated “O” shape, forcing her jaw open wide.  The taste of the tendrils, as they writhed over her tongue was unmistakably male.  They wiggled and twisted around each other forming a second firm pseudo pod in her mouth, which as it formed began to slide back and forth over her tongue and lips.  As it pushed deeper into her throat, she began to suck on it, flicking her tongue against the underside of penis-like shape in the way that the Arabian had taught her.  This pseudo pod swelled and soon outsized the Assassin’s, stretching Estrella’s mouth to its limits.  There was no pain though, despite it huge size and the depths of her throat that it reached plunging further each time.  The entire member tasted of semen, salty and warm.

 

            Suddenly her focus left the fierce ramming in her mouth as the larger and harder arm of the creature pressed against her lower opening.  She was so wet by this point that despite its frightening five-inch circumference and fifteen-inch length, she wiggled her hips and pushed back against it, welcoming it to into her.  As the giant penis-like appendage positioned itself, thoughts of rebellion again swirled in her head.  But the concepts of her innocence and virtuosity steadily changed to an omission of the horny and slutty woman she secretly longed to be.  She didn’t need an ancient talisman to release it; all she needed was to surrender to the carnal desires of her body.  With the last protestation removed the creature slide inside her slippery wet whole.  Her sighs were muffled by the probing tentacle in her mouth moaned out in unbelievable pleasure from the cock entering her cunt.  It filled her completely and throbbed, stretching her further then she every imagined possible.  She felt as if she was being fucked by an elephant and loved every second.  Her clit fairly buzzed from the friction of the creature’s incessant assault, the vibration suction of the creature’s touch both along the outside of her body as well as inside her wet smooth walls was more then she could bear as the waves of her first orgasm rippled out through her body.

 

            With an audible “splot,” the cum-cock in her mouth exploded into a liquid mass of jism.  She nearly choked on the incredible quantity of it as she swallowed some, and allowed the rest to ooze from her.  “Fuck me harder,” she moaned out into the night air to her inhuman lover.  In response, the material that coated her lips and chin reformed.  Instead of a penis shape, it flowed up her face, becoming a mask that covered her mouth and nose, cutting off her short raspy breaths.  Panic began to set in as she realized she could no longer breathe, but at the same time a second more powerful orgasm began to build in her.  The creature began to slam into her harder and faster.  The lack of oxygen was somehow heightening the sensation, giving her such a powerful rush from the orgasm that her knees gave out and she would have collapsed to the ground without the support from the beast.

 

            A second deeper and louder “SPLOT” followed as the pseudo pod exploded into a liquid form, dowsing her, inside and out.  Without its support she tumbled back in to the mass, racked with pleasure, cum oozing from her exhausted crotch and clinging to her ivory skin.  Her breast raised and fell with her deep breathes as she slipped into a trance-like dream.  She sank deeper in the creamy mass, shuddering from aftershocks of the earth shattering climax, dreaming of Elegentress, the Arabian, even Libradore.  Every hero and villain she had every met in her career paraded through her thoughts, each stopping to kiss, fondle and fuck her in her sleep.