SPLOT – Chapter 1:
Splot vs. Estrella Noche Date: 06/28/01 Mars Lovely (marslovely@yahoo.com) |
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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.