The World Rewritten

*

Satisfied a long last, Diane curled herself around me and slept. Once I was sure she was unconscious, I slipped out of bed and staggered through to the bathroom. My vagina ached from the rough usage, and my thighs and pussy were slick with cum. My face and breasts too, for she had made good use of my mouth. I had swallowed so much cum that my belly felt quite full of it. If she had spared my ass, it was only to save it for later.

I would gladly have slept too, but instead I showered quickly, dressed, slipped my journal into my bag, and escaped my apartment before it was too late. Even if it was my fault Diane was a futa, I had no wish to spend my life as her personal fuck-toy, fun though that might be.

No, I needed to try and understand what was happening, and destroy the journal - even if I had to cast it into the fire of some ancient volcano.

While nursing a double espresso in my usual cafe, I studied the magical book. I had bought it in a witchcraft shop, though I hadn't thought it was real magic. No one believes in that, after all. Where exactly the shop was, however, I couldn't recall.

The book was leather-bound, with silvery designs and words of mystery. I had assumed it was decorative, but perhaps it was the key to the riddle. My fingers traced a circle on the inside back, my lips mouthing silently the words inside that I tried to make out: "Nrwalleyn tal paeolin sadar ca prawsprah."

A woman's voice cut through my intense concentration. "You missed the bit about drawing a circle."

I looked up, startled at having a companion at my table, and even more startled that she was quite naked. She was lithe and sensual, and her breasts were perfectly shaped. A divinely proportioned figure. With midnight blue skin and long black hair. That she was literally from out of this world, something supernatural, was without question.

"What delightful chaos you are causing," she said. "Imagine writing such wild and explicit fantasies in book of alchemy!" She roared with laughter, ensuring that the few people who hadn't noticed her yet could ignore her no longer. "A hundred years I've been imprisoned in there, and now you unleash me into the human world without any binding. I'm almost inclined to be grateful."

Men were gathering around her, some scratching their crotches where their trousers were obviously tented, some taking it a step further, extracting their hard cocks and rubbing them. "Such a busy world," she said. "So many men to feed me."

She stood and bent over, clearly offering herself to those gathering behind her, and one man rushed forward.

"This isn't one of my fantasies," I said.

"No," she agreed, "but it could be."

I screamed as a cock thrust into me, filling my vagina with one fierce thrust - except it wasn't mine. It was hers. I could feel the man fucking her, could feel him in her as if he were in me. There was no gradual warm-up, no gentle preparation, just a ferocious hammering away at her pussy.

She grinned at me, her breasts swinging enticingly with each impact of the cock. "Stop it!" I pleaded, but she just laughed.

The man cried out, and I felt him coming inside me, his cum filling me, his cock jerking wildly, for longer than I'd ever known a man to last. Then he pulled out and stumbled away, gasping desperately for breath. His place was swiftly taken by another, and a different cock, shorter and thicker, slammed into me.

Looking into my eyes, she teased her nipples, and electric pleasure radiated from my own. I could feel cum trickling down my thighs. I jumped as a man's finger forced itself into my ass. No one was actually touching me, but I was receiving the dirtiest fuck of my life, and despite my horror at this virtual violation, I was beginning to enjoy it. I had to get away.

"Join me," she said. "It's the only way to save your world..."

I rejected her offer. I shouldn't have.

I escaped past the ring of semi-naked, frantically masturbating men, and past the ring of women whose expressions ranged from fearful and confused to frankly homicidal, and out into the street, but I could still feel everything that happened to the blue woman.

I ran, and ran, as best I could. It's difficult to do anything when there's a cock hammering away at your pussy and another fucking your throat, and two more being stroked by your hands while an assortment of hands and fingers maul your breasts and tug at your nipples and thrust into your ass...

The sensations faded gradually, until all that was left was my very own throbbing need to be fucked. As if I hadn't spent the whole morning getting my brains fucked out.

I phoned Diane.

"Clara!" she shouted. "Where the fuck are you? I need you!"

"The cafe," I said. "Meet me in the cafe."

A futa and a succubus - if that's what she was. Maybe they'd cancel each other out.

*

I was tired, and hungry. The only thing I'd had to eat or drink, apart from a bellyful of cum, was a coffee - and I hadn't finished that. So I hailed a cab. "I need a hotel," I said. "Anywhere east of here." Away, in other words, from the cafe.

We set off and I allowed myself to relax a little. Hopefully the day's weirdness was over. The driver turned to take the road through the park, which was normally quite busy, but not then. "Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Curfew soon," he said, as if that explained anything.

As if it explained why there were no streetlights, when there had always been streetlights.

Reality was still shifting around me, affecting the whole city now. My erotic fantasies becoming true, although I couldn't think why there would be a curfew, or a sudden absence of streetlights. Unless...

I peered up through the trees just in time to see the bright triangular craft move into place above us, and then the taxi died, the lights going dark, the engine silenced, the vehicle itself halting with a mechanical whine. Even the driver slumped to one side, unconscious at the wheel.

I remained conscious, my senses still alive but my body unresponsive, as I was lifted up a beam of light, passing through the solid roof of the car as if it were nothing. Up above the trees, until blinding white light enveloped me and time became meaningless.

*

The table beneath me was cold as steel against my naked flesh. My legs were stretched wide, my knees raised slightly. Spotlights shone at me from all directions, so bright that everything else was dark. Shadows moved within the dark, their forms indistinct.

As before, I was awake, and yet unable to move. I didn't even have a desire to move. Which is not to say I didn't panic as metallic serpents descended on me. Two aimed for my nipples and swallowed them, exerting a firm suction and vibrating gently. A third aimed for my normally insensitive clit, treating it likewise. My panic was washed away by this blissful assault.

More serpents descended, their tips needle-sharp, penetrating my flesh, paying particular attention to the edges of my areolae. I would have flinched away if I could. I would have tensed up for sure, but I remained perfectly still as needle after needle pierced my skin. Each was but a momentary agony, the pain forgotten an instant later.

A slender tentacle explored my pussy, then slowly delved within, pushing deeper and deeper. A second tentacle dropped down from above, coiling about the first as it slithered its way into me. Then a third, and a fourth, and more and more. I lost count, but I could feel my vagina being stretched and opened.

It wasn't sex. It was alien gynaecology. It wasn't just my vagina being opened up either. I could feel the tentacles penetrating into my womb, teasing my cervix open bit by bit. It was the strangest sensation.

I knew what was about to happen, of course. I had written it. Alien abduction, tentacles, impregnation. What I hadn't written, yet, was the sequel in which the alien egg would be removed. What did that mean for me? (At least I hadn't got around to writing my other alien fantasy, the one where I was stolen away from the Earth and given to every vine and slime across the galaxy.) The way my fantasies-become-real were mixing, anything could happen next.

The continuous sucking and vibration of my nipples and clit was keeping me very pleasantly distracted from my anxiety over the alien operation. I felt almost like a spectator rather than a participant. Abruptly, though, the suction became extreme, and it felt like knives were slicing into me. Inside my head, I screamed - though my body remained calm and relaxed.

And I guess that was the moment that the egg was implanted. Dimly I was aware of the tentacles slithering out from me, one by one, and retreating up into the shadowy dark.

As I spiralled into unconsciousness, my last awareness was of the incredible fullness of my womb, and the knowledge that I was with child.

*

I was naked in the park. Not far from where the taxi had stopped, but the taxi was gone. Along with my handbag and phone, and also the journal. What hope was there now of undoing the magic that was tormenting me?

Not that I felt any animosity towards the new life within me. A blue glow emanated from within my swollen belly. My alien baby.

I was secretly thrilled by the fact that my breasts had doubled in size - and, unfortunately, also in weight. They had grown to at least a C-cup. I was less thrilled that my nipples had expanded too. Worse, they were pierced now with rings that glowed blue, and were incredibly sensitive to the touch. My clit was likewise pierced with a glowing ring. Every move I made seemed to excite it in an endless tease. Although I had always bemoaned its insensitivity, I still cursed myself for ever thinking a pierced clit could be fun. Any touch now was almost too much.

The park was dark and quiet. The night was cold, and I was starving. Even naked as I was, I had to make for the lights. I would find something to wear, find a phone and call Diane or Danny or one of my other friends, if I could remember their numbers. I hoped people would help a pregnant woman, even if her unborn baby was glowing blue.

A car pulled up beside me. A police car, I noted with relief. "Thank God, Officers," I said to the two policewomen. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Past curfew," the shorter one said.

"Well past," the other said.

I still had no idea what the curfew was all about. "I, er, was abducted by aliens." I had the evidence to prove it.

"No excuse," the first one said dispassionately. "You'd better come with us."

One minute later, I was in the back of their car and being taken into the city. My wrists handcuffed behind me. I was under arrest. Yet another fantasy, and I really wasn't looking forward to this one.

Ten minutes later, I was being processed. They gave me nothing to wear, and ordered me to shut up every time I tried to ask anything. The shorter one, Officer Braiden, said, "We'd better search her."

Her partner, Officer Grant, nodded, and bent me over. I didn't dare put up a fight. I didn't even mind it really. I knew they were only following any of half a dozen scripts I had written. I just hoped they wouldn't hurt me.

But I couldn't help whimpering as Grant's fingers pushed into me. What I didn't anticipate was how good it would feel as she brushed against my pierced clit. "This slut is so fucking wet," Grant said, forcing her hand into me, and forcing a moan of lust from my lips.

"Find anything?"

"Not yet." Grant worked her hand in deeper, while I tried to resist the impulse to push back. "Nah, she's clean."

"Better check her ass too."

A finger forced its way in, making me squirm in discomfort. "No point. She's so tight she must be a virgin."

Officer Braiden chuckled. "Not for long."

*

The cell door slammed shut behind me, leaving me alone with three women. I was still naked and handcuffed, and starving, despite my pleas for clothes and food. The three women looked like biker chicks, all leather-clad and sporting tattoos and piercings. I could see their hunger for me in their predatory eyes.

"Hi," I said. "Let me guess. Jo, Erika and Tam."

Jo, their leader, a muscular woman with short black hair, snorted. "Congratulations, bitch. You get a prize. You get to suck my dick." She unzipped her trousers and a thick black strap-on cock emerged.

I glared at her without even looking at it. "I've had bigger."

Jo scowled. "Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?"

"Look, just get me some proper food to eat first, and then you have me any way you like, for as long as you like."

She stared at me icily for a few seconds, but I refused to flinch. Her expression softened and she laughed. "You've got balls. I like that."

She walked over to bang on the cell door, and after a minute a voice demanded, "What?"

"We're hungry."

"Again? Whatever. Five minutes."

This, I supposed, was one upside. I knew my characters. Jo and her gang would have their way with me, I couldn't stop that, but at least I could use her friendship with the cops to some advantage.

And one downside, as I was reminded five minutes later, was the way my life was turning into an almost predictable sequence of erotic tropes.

There is no elegant way to eat sausage, mash and gravy when your hands are cuffed behind you. Erika, the tall blonde with the Swedish accent (of course), had me sit on her lap. "If you want it, let's see you suck it," she said, holding up a sausage.

I was so hungry, I didn't care how humiliating this was, or should be. I wrapped my lips about the meat and showed my appreciation, licking and sucking for a few seconds before savagely biting the end off - which they found hilarious.

Despite having never seen these women before, I loved them. They were recurring characters in my fantasies, a trio of man-hating lesbian bikers. I didn't, on the other hand, find them sexually attractive. I wasn't wired that way. But the idea of being their sex slave was still exciting.

Erika teased my overgrown nipples with gravy-coated fingers, and I whimpered as she twisted and tugged on my nipple rings. "Where did you get these?"

"Aliens."

"Cool. This one too?" She flicked the ring in my clit, and I jumped like I had received an electric shock. "How sensitive you are! I love it."

She fed me the rest of the sausage, along with a forkful of mash, then sucked on my nipples while my mouth was full. Those alien nipple rings made every touch a hundred times more intense. By the time my hunger for food was assuaged, my hunger for her fingers had grown almost intolerable. "Make me come, please, Erika," I begged, over and over.

"Get on your knees," Jo instructed.

Jo had stripped while I ate and I marvelled at the tapestry of ink and piercings. She was a work of art beyond even my imagination. "You're beautiful," I murmured, as I slid off Erika's lap onto the cold, concrete floor. My fantasies might be the template for this twisting reality, but the details went far beyond my words.

"Just suck it, bitch." She pressed her black, silicone cock against my lips. I opened obediently, and moaned appreciatively as I licked and sucked at the head. "I can't believe what a horny little slut you are," she said. Pushing deeper into my mouth, she added, "Get it nice and wet."

Out of the corners of my eyes, I saw Erika and Tam stripping too. Tam also wore a strap-on, but hers was more feminine, pink and slender. It matched the pink dye of her hair, and her pubes. Her tattoos were more floral too, and she was definitely the prettiest of the three.

Erika was clean-shaven, and her labia and clitoral hood were threaded with gold rings. As soon as Jo finished with my mouth, Erika ordered me to make her come. Without my hands to balance me, this proved very difficult, and the concrete was soon killing my knees. But I put my mouth to work, licking the tender folds of her pussy, teasing the gold rings, sucking on her clit, doing my best to penetrate her with my tongue.

Jo, of course, did not leave me alone. She positioned herself behind me and thrust easily into me. Between the thickness of her silicone cock and my new hypersensitive clit, I was in heaven. This, I understood, was how sex was supposed to feel. So good, in other words, that each thrust was utterly satisfying, and yet also never enough.

Yes, my knees ached, but I would endure it for the sake of Jo's divine fucking.

Tam squatted next to me, pulling on one nipple ring or the other, pulling so hard sometimes that I squealed in complaint and feared she might do real damage to me.

Erika's pussy was so wet. Her juices filled my mouth, and I swallowed them hungrily as my tongue explored her.

Jo fucked me with long, hard strokes. What she got out of it, I didn't know, but she was driving me to heaven. I could feel my climax approaching. "I'm coming," I said. "I'm coming."

Jo spanked me hard. "Don't you dare."

I whined with frustration and tried to control it. Erika grabbed my head and held it to her fiercely. "Make me come, bitch!" she hissed, and I doubled my efforts, concentrating now on her clit.

But I couldn't control my orgasm. It kept on building, and building, until I could hold in no more, and then I was lost to it, moaning against Erika's pussy as my vagina contracted about Jo's dildo, and Tam's tugging on my nipples was pure torture that only made my orgasm more intense.

Through it all, I continued as best I could, trying to make Erika come, sweeping my tongue around and across her clit. I wondered if I would enjoy it more now myself. Oral sex had never done anything for me, but surely the ring through my clit would change that?

"Mmm, yes," Erika said, her fingernails digging into my scalp. "Like that. Mmm."

Someone, Tam probably, was working saliva into my ass with her finger. Instinctively I writhed away from the contact, but all I gained by that was a hard spank, and then the finger was back with more saliva.

For all that I'd written about anal sex, I'd never done it for real. Officer Grant had fingered my ass, and now Tam was doing it too. I knew it wouldn't be long before her pink dildo followed. But it felt so unnatural to me.

Erika was coming. I could tell by her breathing and by the tension in her thighs. I continued my attention to her clit throughout, until she pushed me away, and Jo guided my mouth back to the black strap-on cock she had fucked me with.

Tam had two fingers in my ass now and was fucking me gently with them. Uncomfortable though this was, it was my knees that were really hurting from the cold, hard floor. "Put her on the bed," Erika suggested.

"Works for me," Tam said.

Jo grunted assent, and pulled the dildo from my mouth. "On your knees on the bed, slut," she growled.

I obeyed happily. If I was going to get my anal cherry popped, so to speak, at least I could do it without my knees killing me. And anyway, I was starting to enjoy those fingers. All my heroines loved anal sex, so it was only right that I should experience it for myself.

I knelt at the edge of the bed, leaning forward for balance as I waited for Tam's fingers to penetrate me again, but I was surprised to feel soft lips caressing my pussy, a tongue twirling about my clit. Erika's tongue. The question I had asked myself earlier was answered. Oral sex... could be fantastic.

Tam spat more saliva onto my ass, and then something thicker than a finger was pushing into me. Too thick. It wouldn't go in. But Tam was determined, and she thrust it deeper, forcing a cry from my lips. This... This was what it was like to have your ass stretched.

It's really difficult trying to concentrate on two new experiences at once. I wanted to lose myself in the bliss of Erika's tongue teasing my pierced clit while she fucked me with her fingers, but it's impossible to ignore a dildo thrusting steadily deeper into your ass. The wonderful sensation of being stretched, and filled, and the friction making your nerves resonate with pain and pleasure.