A Tale Noir

Turning her head she saw the entire other side of the lab was a bank of monitors. All of them showing her naked helpless body from several different angles. With a whimper, she thought she was completely screwed. At long last she began to wonder who her captors were. Aliens, pirates, or some unknown threat to Mankind were the first things to cross her mind.

Then, the doors to the lab slid open on a track, and Hugo entered. His squat dwarf frame muscular and his face evilly low browed. Pushing a cart covered with a tarpulin. As she watched him Rachel trembled.

"Release me, now," she demanded. If he heard her the dwarf showed no sign of it. Merely pushing the cart to the end of the floating table and pulling off the tarp. Under the plastic tarpulin was several bottles, a bowl, and other things Rachel couldn't quite see. The cart, being sized to the dwarfs diminutive frame, was a bit lower than her field of vision. With a gasp from Rachel and the push of a button from the dwarf, the X-shaped table she was strapped on lowered quickly. Bringing her body to a level the dwarf could work with.

"Good evening Miss," said the dwarf. "My name is Hugo and Master has sent me to prepare you." As he said this he began to put on synthetic gloves, the material similar to a second skin in tactile feel, yet nearly impenetrable. "So don't mind me, this won't take long," he finished as he began to lather up his hands.

As Rachel squirmed helplessly, Hugo proceeded to apply a cream to the fine hairs surrounding her blonde pussy. Humming to himself, he then took out a razor. Running it along a strop to gain a better edge as he looked at Rachel with a smile.

"What do you think you're doing? Stop this at once and let me go," Rachel again demanded. Once more he ignored her, pressing another button on the tables small control panel. With a small hiss, two straps emerged from the lower part of the table, wrapping around Rachel's thighs tightly. Immobilized, her supple legs were completely still now. But her mouth wasn't, as she began to protest.

"Release me! Let me go! I'm an explorer and a scientist and you can't do this to me," she told him. Her voice raising in volume with every word. Her arms struggling to get free.

With a sigh Hugo pushed another button and two more straps emerged, wrapping around Rachels elbows. Then as a finishing touch, Hugo walked around to Rachel's mouth and silenced her shrill protests by pulling what she recognized as her own panties from his pocket. Holding her nose as she gasped, to keep her mouth open, he grinned as he stuffed them into her mouth. Muffling her pleas.

"Thank you for your silence Miss," Hugo told Rachel as he shuffled back between her helplessly strapped legs. As her muffled protests were quieted down, he picked up the gleaming razor once again and started to run it in short strokes. Shaving her. Denuding her little blonde pussy of all its short trimmed hair.

"I know it's primitive, but the old ways are sometimes the best ways," he told her as he shaved Rachel's pussy completely. Taking his time, and being very thorough. "And Master does insist on things being just so," he finished. As he made the last strokes.

Rachel continued to try to squirm, the taste of her own panties filling her mouth as she watched on one of the monitors. Watched this evil little dwarf shave her pussy completely bald. Helpless to stop him.

"You'll come to find Master is very thorough and very precise, with all he does," Hugo told her as her wiped her freshly shaven slit with a dry towel. "When I'm finished here, you will see. I will show you how thoroughly precise Master is, and how he helps people reach their full potential."

Taking a bottle of oil off the cart, Hugo poured a generous amount over Rachel's slit, as she tried to squirm to no avail. Watching herself on the monitor, her blue eyes wide and frightened. "Fear not Miss, this is simply to prevent your body from undoing all my hard work," he said. Rubbing and massaging the oil into her soft sensitive skin. Rachel groaned as his fingers touched her most sensitive, private areas. "You shall never have hair down here again," he grinned, and giggled as he told her.

"Now, as promised, a demonstration of Master's work," Hugo told her, as he pressed a button to drop the table Rachel was securely strapped on even lower. "He has done such wonders for me, yes yes such wonders," the cruel dwarf giggled.

As Rachel watched in horror, seeing herself from several different angles on the monitors, Hugo dropped his trousers. What he then took out, much to her shock and disgust, was the biggest cock and set of balls Rachel had ever seen.

CHAPTER 11-BREE

While the giant of a pirate kept her chest pinned down with his massive boot, another of the thuggish rogues gripped her little panties and with one good yank, ripped them right off Bree Drover's dainty, petite body. Bree squealed and screamed, her cries echoing through the jungle. The two pirates with her flipped her on her tummy, and proceeded to use her torn panties to tie her wrists behind her back. All while the other men looked over her shuttle, collecting everything from the landing site and prepping for departure.

"Oy there," said one of them as he collected the sleeping gear. "There's more than one here, maybe she got friends," he said, sneering. The giant tying Bree's wrists paused, saying, "We got no time for that lot, they just gotta stay on this rock."

As he finished using Bree's panties to tie her wrists he smacked her ass hard, making her squeal. "You ready to play girly?" he asked. On her tummy, naked and wrists tied, Bree whimpered into the dirt as she heard a zipper being pulled down. "Please, no," she quietly pleaded. Already resigned to her fate.

Feeling his strong hands grip her ribs, Bree squealed again. Her torso lifted, then her knees. The giant of a man easily holding her petite body up, her legs kicking. His fingers digging into her ribs, he picked Bree up and held her vertically, facing away from him and toward the false promise of safety her shuttle's ramp provided. As Bree was held in the air, the other thug came at her from the front, grinning. Tugging her nipples and twisting them, enjoying her squeals.

"Look down girly," he told her. As Bree looked down, from between her thighs protruded a long fat cock. Easily a foot long and belonging to the giant holding her up. "There's a piece you won't soon forget," he laughed. Twisting her pink nipples again for good measure.

Bree Drover squealed and kicked her legs up. The pirate in front of her easily grabbed her dainty ankles and pulled them up over her head. Bending her in half while suspended from behind. The giant behind her easily keeping her lifted. Effortlessly.

Putting her ankles together the pirate in front of her upheld body produced a length of twine. Braided leather twine. Very slender and pliable. Making short work of the job he quickly crossed her ankles and tied them together. With a grin, he then tied the loose end around her neck, forcing Bree's body to stay bent in half. Her ankles tied together and then tied to her neck. Her wrists tied. Bree continued to squirm and struggle as the giant behind her wrapped a beefy arm around her waist, holding her up. His other hand reached down and guided the tip of his massive tool to her slit. Rubbing it across the thin red strip there.

"Hold on girly, cause here it comes," he told her as he pushed the tip just in. Bree gasped. She had never felt one so big. "Oy girly, you enjoying this?" he asked her. "You're already wet," he continued as he slipped a few inches into her. Bree shook her head no, squirming, as she struggled helplessly. Her red hair a tangled mess now. Unable to deny that her pussy was indeed, wet. Despite her disgust and despite her fear, she felt the huge shaft was easily sliding up into her. Her juices flowing freely.

"No. No. I can't be enjoying this, it can't be," she said to herself as much as anyone. But with a gasp, and a squeal, her body betrayed itself as the turgid organ slid in easily. All the way in. All twelve inches.

As Bree looked down to watch the huge cock disappear inside her, she saw how the monster organ pushed her tummy out. Her flat, toned, and pale tummy bulged where the cock pushed in. Then again. And again as he began to thrust into her. The dainty redhead held up facing away from him, her wrists tied behind her. Her ankles crossed, tied, and bound by the twine around her neck. Completely helpless, Bree could only moan and watch as he lifted her up and down, using her body to masturbate his thick, long, hard cock.

The other pirate, getting impatient for his turn said, "Hey, she got another hole, use that one so I can get in there." Taking his own cock out, the shape like a ripe banana, and already stiff.

"This isn't our hole to break like that scum," the giant laughed, as he kept bouncing Bree on his cock. "You wait your turn like the others," he warned, never once stopping Bree from bouncing. Her moans soft and loud alternately.

Grumbling, the impatient one stepped back. Watching. Bree pouting at him in pain and barely concealed pleasure as she was bounced up and down. The giant easily using her body. His full balls, the size of large plums, bouncing up against her red landing strip audibly.

Then, at last, he held her body still. Bree's eyes went wide, green like emeralds, as she felt the flood of his semen deep inside her. So much filled her it spilled and poured out of her onto the ground, like some bladder that sprung a leak.

By this time, all the other thugs were done prepping the shuttle and packing their stolen goods. Standing in a semi-circle watching, laughing. Cheering and whistling.

Bree knew it was going to be a long two hours for her, as she watched every cock in the group make their arrival.

CHAPTER 12-CHRISTINE

Christine stood, transfixed. The chamber was cavernous, and every bit of each wall, ceiling, and floor was writhing with what she previously assumed were vines. Now she knew they were something entirely different. The scientific part of her mind began to analyze what she was seeing. Trying to catagorize the creature. A huge open pod, with a pulpy center mass and an opened top, like some flower in bloom. But instead of lovely petals, tentacles were squirming from it.

As she looked at it, and the chamber, in some small way she started to think she might just be in danger. The bioluminescent algae keeping the cavern lit with a soft glow. Then suddenly, as she looked at the center of the huge pod, a single eye snapped open. Yellow, and looking at her with a baleful malevolence. The suddenness of it startling her. With a gasp she twitched, her body almost instinctively running for the exit.

However, in the space of a breath, her decision was made for her. Several of the writhing appendages snapped out. Grabbing her wrists, tightly wrapping around them. Christine squealed and more tentacles flung around her ankles, wrapping tightly. As she screamed and fought to no avail she was lifted by them. Brought closer to the center of the monster.

The tentacles around her wrists and ankles pulled apart slowly, stretching her body. Her arms and legs wide apart as she struggled and screamed. Her screaming underwritten by the slithering sounds and the sounds of something else. Some insane gurgling, and chittering.

Held immobile, Christine Logan watched in abject horror as several threads, tentacles that looked like hair, so fine they were, wriggled from the creature. Probing the air around her squirming body as she struggled. Several brushed her skin, around her neck, over her face as she screamed.

Unable to move, to reach her comm unit or her small utility knife, Christine screamed again. The creature gurgling, titter tittering, and the tentacles undulating. In horror, Christine felt several of the hair fine strands wiggle under her clothes. The feeling like worms against her flesh. Then she felt several more, and she began to panic. Screams echoing through the cavern.

As she struggled, even more tiny strands wiggled under her clothes, the feeling horrific to Christine. The thicker tentacles keeping her wrists and ankles tighly held and keeping her body a few feet off the cavern floor.

For just a heartbeat, Christine locked her eyes on the single yellow eye staring at her. Just for a single heartbeat. Then all the strands that were wiggling under her clothes pulled away at once. Suddenly. Violently. With that, every stitch of clothing Christine was wearing suddenly left her body. Her bodyglove, her flight suit, her boots, even the little bikini she was wearing under. Gone.

If she wasn't horrified enough by her situation, being suddenly naked magnified her terror exponentially. Screaming, Christine found herself slowly being lowered, to the horizontal. Her arms and legs still spread wide and held tightly by the tentacles around her wrists and ankles. Just enough slack in them for her to struggle.

Naked, spread, held by tentacles, Christine found herself looking up at the cavern ceiling. Writhing with more of the hideous appendages, the top of the cave seemed almost alive. The insane gurgling kept on, filling her ears with its madness.

Panting, trying to catch her breath, Christine stopped squirming. Being held still. For just a bit, silence descended on the cavern. Even the slithering stopped. Taking a deep breath, Christine looked side to side. Helpless and naked, she could only look up at the ceiling of the cave as several more of the slim, hairlike strands slowly and silently begin to lower towards her body.

Her struggling arms began to tug and pull again, trying to escape. Her flesh glistening from the strain of effort, she started to weaken. Tired. Muscles nearly spent. A single tear fell as she wondered if her first mission would end in her demise at the-hands as it were-of this horrid creature.

Several more of the thicker tentacles slithered up from under her, wrapping around her tummy. Around her thighs. Around her arms and one slowly coiled around her slender neck. Trapping her even more, and holding her squirming body still. The appendages warm, and despite the look of them, not slimy but strangely organic. Almost like warm ropes.

Her eyes followed one strand that descended faster than the rest as it looked snake-like while making its way down. Her eyes never leaving it as it lowered, closer and closer, to her mouth. Then down past her tits and over her tummy. Between her legs. With a shock she watched as it thickened. Swelling. Taking form. Her eyes wide in shock as the very end of it opened, and she gasped as it took on the shape of a mouth. A small, round, perfectly formed mouth. Just big enough. Just big enough to make her gasp as it locked on to her clit and began to suck.

Gasping, Christine looked up again, as all the rest of the strands started to descend faster. Each of them growing, and forming into... things. The sort of things Christine had only ever seen in her worst nightmares.

CHAPTER 13-RACHEL

Rachel watched, shocked that such a huge thing could possibly be attached to this evil little monkey's body. Squirming, or at least trying to squirm, the panties in her mouth keeping her protests silent, Rachel could only lay and try to breathe. She had given up trying to pull her arms or legs free, as tightly as she was strapped down it was quite impossible.

"Yes yes, Master has been very generous with his gifts, very generous indeed," Hugo said as he stroked his inhuman appendage. The shaft riddled with veins and ribbed throughout. "Now you'll see how precise and thorough he is. How Master has been so kind to me," he told Rachel as he moved between her thighs. Rubbing the tip across her newly shaved slit, the end leaking precum like a faucet.

Rachel, being no stranger to cock, lifted her head and her blue eyes opened wide as she saw how thick, and viscous his seeping fluids were already. Lubing her entrance as he rubbed his tip up and down her bald pussy. Her struggles began again as he pressed the tip to her cunt, just a bit. His head like an apple, ripe and juicy.

"Now I promise this won't hurt Miss, you'll see," Hugo told her, as he began pushing in. The tip pressed her lips apart, and slipped inside her. Rachel gasped and squirmed, strapped down tight. The precum so copious his cock slid in easily. Slowly. Stretching her.

The dwarf kept his eyes down, watching, as his cock slowly disappeared inside Rachel. Not seeing her pained look as he split her in two. Her high squeals filled the lab, as her blonde head tossed side to side. Spitting and choking, she forced her panties out of her mouth and spit them away.

"Stop! Please stop,you're tearing me in half," Rachel pleaded. Hugo simply pushed more in, smiling to himself. "It's okay Miss, almost there, just a bit more," he told her. Pushing until finally, his balls rested against her. Heavy and full.

"See Miss, I told you, not hurt at all," Hugo told Rachel as he slid almost all the way out, then back in again. Her back arched as much as the straps holding her body down allowed and she squealed. Rachel had never felt so full in her life. Then Hugo started to fuck her.

The cruel little dwarf held Rachel's hips as he started sawing into her. Pumping her. His full balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her groans of pain lessening as she grew more and more accustomed to his girth. Her hands balled into fists and her teeth gritted, her eyes shut tightly to deny what was happening to her.

Then her body flushed, and turned pink. Her pale flesh becoming nearly crimson and breaking out in a glistening sheen.

"See Miss, I told you. You love what Master has done for me, as I said," Hugo told her. Smiling as he fucked her harder, making her gasp. "Ohhh my god," Rachel exclaimed. Her body betraying her to the long thick cock pounding into her. Hugo grinned and held his cock inside her, deep, enjoying the tight feel of Rachel's quim.

"Just a little more, just a bit more," Hugo said. His hips began moving again, taking up a fast pace. Reaching down, he used his thumb to rub and massage Rachel's clit as he fucked her. This had the desired effect on the girl, as she began to squirm and moan louder.

" Stop, please oh god, please," Rachel begged. Her body tensing up against what her mind was trying to deny. Her orgasm impending. "You have to stop, please stop," she moaned. As she gasped, her pussy clenched Hugo's cock tightly and she quaked in orgasm. The thickness of his cock putting her over the edge.

With a sneer, Hugo pounded into her violently as his own orgasm approached. Then, with a groan, he filled her up. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock, filling her womb. More cum than Rachel ever thought one set of balls could produce. As she lay, moaning, helpless and trembling.

At long last, Hugo slid his member out of Rachel's swollen gaping pussy. Her lips red and sore. Wiping the tip on her thigh with a grin. "See Miss, I told you. Master was very precise with his gifts. You loved it, I can tell."

Hugo put his cock away as Rachel lay panting. Reaching down to adjust the table, Rachel suddenly found herself vertical. Still strapped in a spread X, but now her body was upright. Hugo's cum running in a stream down her left inner thigh. She looked at him in disgust and he smiled back.

"Master will be with you shortly Miss," he told her. She quaked with fear as he took a needle out and prepared an injection. "Please, no. What is that?" she asked in fear. Helpless as Hugo brought the needle to her thigh and pushed it in. Pressing down the plunger.

"This is just something to ensure you remain calm, while Master visits you Miss," Hugo told her as he pulled the syringe out. Taking a minute to wipe her thigh clean, it very soon was wet from his leaking cum again. So much he had put in her, it was going to keep oozing out for some time.