I feel this story needs a quick intro. This was inspired by one of the first pieces of erotic fiction I ever read, The Factory by Tr_Veller. It’s a similar story, but its with a genetic girl and not as much sex, still it was an amazing piece. I tried reaching out for permission to basically borrow the idea and take a trans spin on it, but haven’t heard back. So, if anyone knows Tr_Veller, I’d love to connect again. So, on to the story… ...
She sat on the beach partially upright in her lounge chair looking at him. “Well, I am a smoker, so eventually I will probably eat you.“ she calmly informed him. He looked at her. It was his decision. She was a curvaceous blonde. Her bikini showed off her large breasts and slender waist to good effect. She knew this too. It was very tempting and that was the idea. He suspected many men might have gone the same route. He looked at her smile, those straight white teeth. How many victims passed that way into her rapacious female body, just food and a good meal. He swallowed hard. He might last a good long time and have lots of good sex with that body first. It was tempting. ...
The desirable actress and her producer husband were traveling by yacht in the South Pacific, mostly to get away and forget her dismal performance in her last film. She had got into film many years ago as a teenager with stunning good looks, having been discovered by accident in a shopping mall, and rarely having to perform on the casting couch for a role. Since then she had worked hard at becoming more than a pretty face, but her looks forced her to be typecast as a dumb blond for the first part ofher career anyway. She never did any nude scenes, but she had to dress the part and her wardrobe always stopped just short of an adult rating. By the time she had a chance to actually act she was stuck with the predetermined notion that she was as dumb as most of the world thought she was, and her last film was a major flop because of that. She was angry at herself for taking the ill suited role, but more so with her husband for advising her to. She would now be considered a “poison pill” for any big screen work, and she didn’t even want to think about the small screen! To make matters worse, there was always a fresh supply of pretty young ladies to take her place, and they would do anything, literally ANY THING to land a role on the big screen. ...
(story continues from The South American Expedition 3) Part Four Phoenix endured weeks in her vertical hole with at least one person from the tribe with her at all times. She could only listen, and respond with grunts or eye motions the rare times she was awake, to the stories that the others told her, a kind of oral tradition of the long history of the tribe. She was fed through her mouth tube, and her body rebuilt itself with the special mixture of nutrients she was carefully fed. This was a special form of magic the elder village women had discovered by trial and error when they first learned of their condition brought on by the spider bite. By offering up their bodies for the ritualistic feast, they were rewarded with regrown ones that were in some cases better than the ones that were devoured by the village. The four elder women could even alter her body by varying the kind of nutrients she received at specific times. ...
Melissa looked at the strange shop from a distance. “Figures it would be a public place” she thought to herself as she walked closer. Melissa was answering an ad she found for a room and board job, and the address lead her to the Latex Mind fetish shop. The brunette girl had short hair, and a small frame. You almost could mistake her for being a young teen. She was pretty young too. Just barely legal to drink, but had her unusual tastes in life just the same. But this is the first time she ever did anything like this. Sure, she had experimented with being tied up by a boyfriend or two, and had tried a small selection of kinky wear but this was going to be about as extreme as she could imagine and she knew it. ...
(story continues from Sushi) Do you remember the last time I told you about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he had me for dinner. Why are these times so vivid in my mind? Was it the loss of control? Or the being put on display? Or the trust I have now with Kevin after literally at times putting my life in his hands? And sometimes, deep down I just remember being treated as meat, remember the heat, and wonder why I want to be a dinner again. It was Muki’s kitchen last time that ended with an oven door closing behind me for that event I would never forget. So to Muki’s kitchen I went again one quiet day, but this time I left the computer on the page, and went shopping. ...
story continued from “Sushi” Sushi Part 2 Do you remember the last time I told you about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he had me for dinner. Why are these times so vivid in my mind? Was it the loss of control? Or the being put on display? Or the trust I have now with Kevin after literally at times putting my life in his hands? ...
I still remember the moment very clearly. We had just finished entertaining one of my boyfriends work mates (lets call him Bill) over a few beers and a game of the footy on the Tele. It had been a great afternoon, my fella has quite a few interesting friends, and I really liked this guy too. Actually, we’d gotten to know him very well ever since the day we had met, he was the guy who had arrested me the day ‘I got burnt at the stake’, and I always suspected that he was pretty well willing to try absurd or far out things. Little did I know then how far he would go to help a friend, or how well he would really get to know me. ...
I still remember the moment very clearly. We had just finished entertaining one of my boyfriends work mates (lets call him Bill) over a few beers and a game of the footy on the Tele. It had been a great afternoon, my fella has quite a few interesting friends, and I really liked this guy too. Actually, we’d gotten to know him very well ever since the day we had met, he was the guy who had arrested me the day ‘I got burnt at the stake’, and I always suspected that he was pretty well willing to try absurd or far out things. Little did I know then how far he would go to help a friend, or how well he would really get to know me. ...
story continued from Woodies First Dinner It’s been quite a while since Kevin had me for dinner. Things were going pretty well between us, seemed like everyday he would peel some layer off me, exposing yet another emotion, freeing another inhibition. Sometimes it was scary. Sometimes it was exhilarating. Mostly though it just felt good. It helped of course to know that we weren’t alone in the world. Sometimes we’d sit together at the computer and surf various sites. We gathered our fair share of favourites, and sometimes we even copied what we saw. ...
Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...
Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...
continued from part one Part 2 - Reality Bites! Morning came and I awoke to find the bed empty other than the schoolgirl doll laying there, her legs splayed from the night before but no signs of my Master. The sunlight played through the windows and stuck to the floor, I had no idea what the time was but guessed it was still morning. The bed sheets pulled back revealing the doll in all her glory. Still in her school uniform but the skirt raised and the clothing disheveled, left just as her Master had left her the previous night after using her. ...
(story continues from Number 11 - Part 2 Reality Bites) Part 3 - Maid’s Maiden Whilst laying there for however long I was in what I now call ’the doll’s filing cabinet’, I heard a couple of drawers open and close around me, but I was left undisturbed and even drifted off to sleep until awoken later when Maria came and opened my drawer. She unfastened the straps holding me, unzipped the bodybag that had until now covered me and moved me back on to the trolley. Straps again fastened me to the trolley and I was moved back towards the lift. I wasn’t being prepared before hand, maybe he was going to dress me again himself. The lift door closed and Maria pushed the third button taking us both to the top floor. ...
It’s been quite a while since Kevin had me for dinner. Things were going pretty well between us, seemed like everyday he would peel some layer off me, exposing yet another emotion, freeing another inhibition. Sometimes it was scary. Sometimes it was exhilarating. Mostly though it just felt good. It helped of course to know that we weren’t alone in the world. Sometimes we’d sit together at the computer and surf various sites. We gathered our fair share of favourites, and sometimes we even copied what we saw. ...
Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...
Lisa stood in the darkest corner she could find, looking across the alleyway at the factory doors shut tightly in front of her. It was an excellent job she had landed with the private investigation company she now worked for and she was very happy to get it. Her boss Mrs Bond had seemed very impressed with her even though she had limited experience of this line of work, only working in a local paper for a short year while studying for her degree. “Hardly a hot bed of intrigue and danger.” She thought at the time, but it looked like it was just the sort of thing her new employer was looking for. ...
It had been six months since Kerry Ann and Carol had Paul for dinner. They had talked about the butcher business and that Kerry Ann was thinking about acquiring a partner. One of Kerry Ann’s customers had a job of building outdoor ovens. In payment for several future dinners, James built her a oven the largest oven in his career. The front door even had a window in it so at a party people could watch the long pig being roasted. ...
(story continues from The South American Expedition 2)_ Part Three In the evening Dr. Stone was introduced to the whole tribe formally at a bonfire, and all of her clothes and personnel things were burned in that same fire. She was told it would be easier for her to assimilate their culture if there were no return path possible for her to the one she knew. The fire was symbolic, but she could see the logic behind it. She had no choice in the matter in any event as she was still bound, and naked, and deep into an unfamiliar jungle. The chief put a necklace around her neck made out of small bones, and fastened it in a manner that made it unlikely to ever fall off. ...