Nurse Your Drinks

Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

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Kevin and Jill had just finished hurriedly packing their suitcases. The hover-cab was waiting outside the balcony of their condo on the 230th floor of fifth avenue and 59th street. Their condo overlooked Central Park, but they had to lean over the railing and look straight down to see it. They opened a foil pouch of Oak trees and shook them into their terrarium containing a herd of miniature elephants, each about the size of a large rat. They turned the fish bowl containing their miniature blue whale toward the window and ran out to the balcony. They opened the gate and stepped aboard the hover-cab, "To JFK, please. We're late for our flight already."

The cabby grunted in the manner of cabbies down the ages and launched the cab into traffic.

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He had no name. He was just one of about fifty men and women living in a 50-gallon terrarium tank on a shelf behind the bar. They had no clothing, and the bottom of the tank was covered with a 1-inch layer of fine sand.

Another guy just yelled out, "Hey, I got that piece of broken glass in the back of the tank loose!"

He walked over to the 2 inch hole in the back of the terrarium tank. The guy who worked the piece of glass loose crawled through the hole first, then waved at the others to follow. "C'mon, guys!"

He crawled through the hole next and onto the counter on which the terrarium rested. They walked as a group to the edge of the table.

"How are we going to get down? It's over two feet down to the floor!"

Another guy shouted out, "Hey! I found a spool of thread over here! Maybe we can climb down! C'mon you guys, help me carry it over to the edge!"

Several of the guys walked over and they all grunted and lifted the spool. A couple of girls had just crawled through the hole and giggled as they watched the guys attempt their daring escape. Huffing and puffing, three guys carried the spool of thread to the edge and set it down on end so it wouldn't roll off the table.

One of them climbed on top of the stool and started pulling at the thread. He walked around the rim of the spool, unwinding the thread, feeding it to the others who lowered it slowly to the floor.

After much effort, they unwound enough thread to reach the floor.

"So who's brave?" one of them asked the group.

One of them walked up and grabbed the thread and started climbing down, hand over hand.

He held his breath watching his brave comrade make the long climb down to freedom.

The other finally reached the floor two feet below. He started walking to the door when someone spotted the bar's cat come sniffing.

They all started shouting from the top of the counter, "Hey! Run! Run! It's the cat! Run!"

The other began a sudden sprint, but the cat was too fast. In a moment, it was all over for the guy making his escape. The cat then came over and sat under their vantage point below the counter, staring up at them and licking its jowls.

He turned and started walking back to the terrarium, saying to the others, "Personally, I'd rather be eaten by a pretty girl than that damn cat!"

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Traffic was light, and the cab arrived at JFK in plenty of time to catch their flight. And when they checked their luggage, the clerk told them that the flight was delayed due to official NASA activities in low earth orbit.

"Let's go to the bar and have a drink while we wait for our flight," suggested Kevin.

The couple walked hand-in-hand across the mezzanine to the bar and entered. Upon taking a table, a waitress approached them and took their drink orders.

Kevin said, "I'll have a beer -- a _Guinness Stout_ -- with a blonde."

Jill said, "I'll have a white wine -- and uhm -- I'm feeling daring -- with a black man."

"Thank you," the waitress said and hurried back to the bar to pour their drinks.

"Eeek!" Jill suddenly yelped out and looked down.

Kevin looked down and laughed. He reached down and petted the cat rubbing against Jill's foot.

Jill smiled sheepishly and also reached down to pet the bar's feline mascot.

The waitress returned then with their drinks on a platter. "That'll be twenty please."

Kevin paid the waitress and she set their drinks down.

"I wonder how long our flight will be delayed," Jill said.

"Who knows," Kevin answered, as he took a sip of his beer. Then he held the beer up and looked at the 5-inch tall woman swimming in it -- a cute blonde, just as he ordered. She glared back at Kevin angrily. He raised the glass to his lips and took another sip, sucking the girl into his mouth. He swished and swirled her around a little before spitting her back into his brew.

Jill took a sip of her wine and peered at the 6-inch tall black guy swimming in it. Jill giggled and said to Kevin, "I can't really tell without a magnifying glass, but I think he's well hung."

"Jill," Kevin replied, "I don't want to hear things like that. I should be hung well enough for you!" They both laughed.

She took another sip of wine and plucked the guy out of her glass with her fingers and pushed him up to her mouth -- pressing on his ass with her finger holding him up to her lips. She sucked a few times then paused, "It feels like I'm giving head to a gnat!"

Kevin just sighed.

Jill resumed sucking and, a moment later, the guy started quivering and moaning. Jill continued sucking for a moment until he calmed down. "I think he came, but I can hardly tell," Jill said sounding frustrated.

Once again, Jill pressed his ass into her mouth. This time, he let out scream as Jill bit down. She then removed him from her mouth, revealing a bloody ulcer where his dick was. He was grabbing at his balls and screaming so loud that Jill dropped him back into her glass. But that only increased the intensity of his cries.

Kevin took another sip of his beer, once again sucking the girl into his mouth. As he was swishing her around inside his mouth, Jill said, "Kiss me, love."

Kevin leaned over and kissed his wife. As they kissed, he passed the girl into Jill's mouth, then Jill passed her back into his. Then they held the girl between their mouths sucking on her together. Kevin swished his tongue between her legs, tasting her tiny pussy while Jill sucked her head and swirled her hair with her tongue.

At that moment, their flight was announced, "Attention please: Starship Warren to Alpha Centauri is now boarding at gate twenty three. Attention please..."

Kevin sucked the girl into his mouth and swallowed her. He then swallowed down the last gulp of his beer.

Jill picked up her wine, only to find the black guy floating face down in her drink. "Oh well," she said as she lifted the glass to her mouth and swallowed him along with the last of her wine. They grabbed each others' hands and headed off to catch their flight.

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Yesterday's escape attempt was a bust -- poor guy, he thought, what a horrible way to die. Also, a handler noticed the hole in the terrarium that evening and replaced the glass panel.

He sat on the sandy bottom of the crowded terrarium. A girl -- a pretty redhead -- came over to him and kneeled next to him. She looked at him with sad eyes and put her arm around him. He wiped a tear from his eye and kissed her as she fell over pulling him on top of her. The crowd stood back and gave them room while they fucked each other.

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Interstellar customs was always a hassle, and Ken was exhausted from the long red-eye flight from Sirius. So the first thing he did after getting his luggage off the carousel was to head for the bar for a drink.

He sat at the bar and ordered a _Bud Ultralight_ with a redhead. The barkeep said, "You lucked out, dude! That was our last redhead."

He drank the brew down, occasionally sucking on the girl. Upon finishing the beer, he plucked her out of the glass, and put her in his pant pocket while, hopefully, no one was watching. He left a buck on the bar as a tip and got up to leave the bar, but as he approached the door, the bouncer pointed to his pocket and said, "Whoa, pal! Can't leave 'till you finish your drink."

Ken pulled the girl out of his pocket and put her in his mouth. He winced at her tiny yet piercing scream.

"Go ahead!" the bouncer urged, "swallow!"

Kevin swallowed and said, "Ahhhh," for the bouncer.

"Hey pal," the bouncer said, "They're not really human, you know. They have no minds. They're really no smarter than insects. Hell, insects are probably smarter."

"Yeah, I know," Ken answered.

Satisfied that Kevin had finished his drink, the bouncer waved him past.

Kevin lugged his luggage to the monorail station and took the train back to Penn Station and transferred to a NJ Transit monorail down the Northeast Corridor and home to Piscataway.

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Looking out of the glass of the terrarium, he watched the crowd. One by one, the others were served to customers. Every so often, the handler would bring a new batch for the terrarium. He even remembered growing up on the people farm, and then being delivered here a few weeks ago. He cried and cried that night.

Still the handler returned to the tank every so often to pluck out another comrade. This time -- this time -- the handler reached for him!

"No!" he screamed, but there was nowhere to run. He dodged and darted avoiding the handler's hand, but the handler eventually nabbed him. The handler carried him over and placed him chest down on a sand-filled tray. Almost immediately, the handler stuck a pin up his ass and he could feel his rectum filling with a warm liquid. It smelled soapy. Suddenly, he felt like he had to take a dump, but the handler was pinching his buttocks together with his fingers so tightly that he couldn't push it out. The handler then pulled the pin out and held his buttocks closed for another minute. Finally, the handler released his grasp and he immediately spewed forth a wet gooey mess from his asshole. The handler left him there for a couple more minutes while he completely emptied his bowels. Then the handler placed him into another small container and hosed him down all over with warm sudsy water. Next he rinsed him off with warm clear water.

Then the bartender plucked him up and carried him over to the bar and dropped into a glass containing a pale yellow liquid topped with a thin layer of white foam.

"Eeeeyowwww!" it was c-c-cold!

He shivered as he held onto the rim of the glass while the barkeep handed his glass to a giant woman.

The woman lifted the glass to her face and looked right at him. He glared back at her, his rage beyond description.

She grinned slyly and licked her lips, then took a sip and sucked him into her mouth.

"No, please!" he shouted as she sucked him between her lips.

At least it was warm. Indeed, it was hot and moist. He was splayed prone on her tongue, and was being pressed tightly against the roof of her mouth. The sensation was erotic in a way, and it didn't take but a moment for him to come on her tongue.

She then spit him back into the glass. After coming from her warm mouth, the cold of the beer shocked him painfully.

She took another sip, but left him swimming in the glass this time with his teeth chattering from the freezing cold.

She took more sips of the beer, sometimes sucking him into her mouth before spitting him back out, and sometimes not.

With the glass nearly empty, she sipped the last of the beer, then sucked him into her mouth.

This is it, he thought, _Good bye world! Like I said that time, I guess being eaten by a woman is a better way to die than being eaten by a cat._

She held him in her mouth for some time, however. He waited in dread for the moment that she'd swallow him whole, wondering what it would be like to slide down her gullet and drown in her stomach acids. _Oh dear, that's got to be painful!_

She occasionally breathed through her mouth, giving him oxygen. He had hoped that, maybe, he would just pass out from lack of oxygen in her mouth before being swallowed alive.

However, a little while later, she spat him out into her hand. Looking around, she was no longer sitting at the bar. She was in some kind of little metal room with a white pot of water below and between her legs. She sat on the pot, it seems to have some kind of seating surface around the pot of wader. She spread her legs open and lowered him down into the pot of water.

What is she doing, he worried. _Is she going to drop me into this water?_

Instead he brought him closer to her crotch. She used her other free hand to spread her pussy open revealing a bright red slit. A moment later, she inserted him, head first, into her pussy, where it was hot and wet like her mouth. Only, unlike her mouth, it wasn't an open cavity. Rather, her skin was pressing tightly around him and he couldn't breathe. He crawled upside down using his last breath and dropped his head out her pussy. However, she had pulled her panties and pants back on and couldn't stick his head out very far as the cloth of her panties pressed tightly against her opening. At least, though, he could breathe through the cloth!

He felt himself being twisted as she walked. The odor was so intense too. Her pussy had become extremely wet and slippery as she walked, and he could help getting some of the gamy liquid in his mouth. It tasted like when he kissed that redhead between her legs to make her wet for him, only he felt like he saw swimming in pussy juice -- for he practically was.

It seems that hours passed hanging upside-down inside her pussy, while being twisted and squeezed as she walked and sat and walked.

Finally, after he assumed that this woman was just going to keep him inside her pussy perpetually, she reached in and pulled him out. Of course, he was drenched in pussy juice, but things could be worse. It was better than being drenched in stomach acid, after all.

She set him in a strangely set-up terrarium. The ground wasn't covered with sand, but rather, with some fuzzy covering. It had a lot of strange objects in it, as well as some familiar ones. There was a table and chairs in one corner of the tank. There was a television and a DVD player on one wall with a soft sofa facing it. He missed these after his handler removed him from the farm -- the tank at the bar was totally devoid of any furniture or anything else. There was also a low wide cushioned table, with some other cushion-like things on it. Then there was this white bowl with water in it with a white tank-like thing resting on the back of it -- similar to the giant bowl she stood over when she put him inside her.

She leaned forward and put her face to the glass and said to him, "Hi there! Can you understand me?"

He answered, "Yes. Are you my new handler?"

"Handler? I guess you can call me that. So, what's your name, little guy?"

"I don't know."

"You don't have a name?"

"No. What's a name?"

"A name is what you call yourself. My name is Wendy."

"Oh."

"And I think I'll name you, uhm, Woodrow."

"Woodrow?"

"Yes, after Woodrow Wilson. You know, the President."

"President? What's a president?"

"Oh, never mind. Anyway, are you hungry, Woody?"

"Yes. Do you have people food?"

"People food?" she giggled. "Yes, I ordered some from a black market Interstellarnet web site last week. I'll get some for you. Wait right there!" Then Wendy left the room.

Woody looked around the room from his vantage point inside the terrarium tank atop a tall table against one wall. Jutting out from a perpendicular wall was a giant-sized low wide plush padded table just like the people-sized one in his tank. Only hers had a wood panel on the end near the wall and another, lower, wood panel on the end sticking into the room. Woody recognized two giant-sized televisions on another table on the opposite perpendicular wall -- one large television and a smaller television. He wondered why the smaller television had a rectangular tray of tiny buttons set in front of it. Scattered around the room were what looked like animals, but they were obviously fake and seemed made out of some kind of cloth. Embedded in the far wall was a glass panel, like the side of a terrarium, set into the wall. Through it, he could see thousands of green shapes hanging from brown sticks waving as if there was a breeze in that other room. He couldn't see beyond the green waving things to see what else was in that other room. Maybe he would ask Wendy what it all meant, or maybe he wouldn't.

Wendy returned and set a flat white round thing on the table. It contained a small mound of people food. He sat at the table and ate the food as her giant face was framed in the tank glass watching him.

Having finished, Wendy removed the plate and asked him, "Do you know how to use this?" pointing at the white bowl of water.

"No. What is it?"

"It's called a toilet. You sit on it when you have to pee and poop."

"But there's no sand in it."

"It's better than sand. When you're done, you press that little handle there and the water flushes it down the drain."

Woody walked over to the toilet thing and looked down at the bowl of water. "Won't I fall into the water?"

"No silly! You can't fall through the seat. Sit and try it."

He sat, slowly, onto the seat and peed into the water as she watched through the glass.

He walked over to the television next, and looked through the row of DVD movies. "I don't know any of these movies. What are 'Star Wars' or 'Forrest Gump' about? Do you have 'Swallowed Alive by a Pretty Girl: The Ultimate Pleasure' or 'How to Fuck a Girl'? Those were my two favorite movies since I was about twelve years old!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have those two movies," she said with a giggle, "but try some of those I gave you. Let me know which ones you like best, and I'll get you more like them."

"Okay."

He looked through the CD albums next. As with the movies, he had never heard of any of the singers.

Wendy left the room again while he picked out a movie and started watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark."

Woody looked up and was Wendy walk back into the room completely naked. She pulled some of the padding off that low table and lied down in it then pulled the padding up over herself. She reached over to touch some object on a table and the room instantly fell to darkness.

This movie didn't make any sense whatsoever to Woody, so he turned off the television. Some light came into the room through the glass from the far end of the room, giving him enough light to see with. He mimicked her actions with the people-sized padded table in his tank, getting between the sheets.

The following morning, Wendy peeked her head into Woody's tank and said, "Time to wake up, little guy. Time to go to work."

Woody yawned and climbed out of bed and looked out the tank at Wendy. She was wrapped in a towel, but dripping wet, as if her own handler had just hosed her clean. She dried herself off and then reached in and picked up Woody.

"We both have to go to work," she said with a sly grin. "Every day, you will come to work with me. I'll also take you with me, sometimes, when I go out at night."

He wasn't sure what she meant. But her meaning became clear when she carried him over to her bed and she sat. Like once before, she lowered him down between her legs and inserted him into her pussy, where it was warm and moist.

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Woody had lost count of the days. He missed being back at the people farm where there were thousands of people to talk to and girls to fuck, but it was way better than that tank at the bar. Remembering that red haired girl that last day in the bar brought a tear to his eye again. Every morning, Wendy would put him in her pussy, where he would stay for hours until she took him out. Every so often, she would squeeze him so tight with her pussy he felt like she would crush his body, and then she wold start shaking and quivering for a minute or two. Yet, the sensation wasn't without its pleasures as it would make him come too, just like when he was fucking a girl. Wendy would even, once in a while, put him in her pussy before she went to bed at night. This was usually when she didn't go to "work" the next day. And sometimes she would put him right back in her pussy at night after coming home from "work" and showering. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed that she would go to "work" five days in a row, then not go to "work" two days in a row. Woody was baffled by this, but accepted it. At least he didn't fear being eaten alive any more.