When Suzie is abducted by her sadistic ex-boyfriend Larry the Lizard (who happens to be a doctor) and a sexy alien named Bob, she isn't quite sure what they have planned for her. But she is convinced it can't be good. But as Larry and Bob tie her up and prepare to experiment on her body, she can't help but wonder - why is this turning her on? Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, a sadistic doctor, and one two-dicked alien. It features explicit sex scenes. For Mature Audiences Only!

When Suzie met Bob, the sexy two-dicked alien, she impulsively asked to travel with him. She really should have known better. Now Bob has unveiled the details of the sexual training program he expects her to go through. On an alien spaceship, strapped to a machine that both caresses and torments her body, Suzie is left to wonder if she has just made a huge mistake, or if she should just acknowledge the truth – that she is completely aroused by Bob’s plans for her. Should she give in to the cravings of her body, and enjoy every sick, twisted thing that Bob puts her through? Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, a two-dicked alien and a machine that is both your worst and best fantasy come true. It features explicit sex scenes. For Mature Audiences Only!

Suzie and Bob the two-dicked alien head to Erdem to get rid of Larry the Lizard, Suzie’s sadistic ex-boyfriend who had ordered Bob to kidnap and torture her. But Erdem is ruled by Tamora, Warrior Queen, who has a price for taking Larry. She wants Suzie. Now, Suzie finds herself dominated by both Bob and Tamora. And she finds it all strangely enjoyable… Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, a two-dicked alien and an alien Warrior Queen. It features explicit sex scenes (MFf, Mff, Mf and more!). For Mature Audiences Only!

Last week, I’d been kidnapped by my sadistic ex-boyfriend, with the unwilling help of a two-dicked alien named Bob. Now, I’m travelling with Bob, who seems to be determined to make all my dark sexual fantasies come true. Did I ever think I’d enjoy sex with a woman? No. But I did, very much so. However, when Bob explores the dim recesses of my mind, and uncovers a desire to be taken by many-tentacled monsters, I’m torn. One part of me is cautious and slightly afraid. The other part of me, the part that seems to be in control? That part of me wants this fantasy to come gloriously, painfully true. Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, a two-dicked alien, an alien Warrior Queen and two tentacled monsters. It features explicit sex scenes. For Mature Audiences Only! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ An excerpt: I stared ahead, trying to make out shapes in the water. Something moved towards me, and I heard a noise; almost like the sound of a trumpet. That sound was repeated again, from a different spot, and I swivelled my head, trying to see what manner of being approached. Tentacles. Bob had it right. There was a indistinct shape in the heart of the creature, but what extended were grey tentacles, more than I could easily count; twenty, maybe more. They were of various thicknesses and lengths, and I gulped in nervousness as the creature drew nearer and nearer to me. Suddenly frantic, I tried to swim away, but a tentacle lazily swung out from the creature, and wrapped around my waist. Heat erupted where the tentacle had taken hold of me, and warmth bloomed in that spot; a vivid contrast to the coolness of the water. I thrashed around and screamed, but no sound came out. Another tentacle moved towards me, snaking over my body in exploration. I could feel an itch where it ran over me, my skin reacting to whatever fluid it trailed over my body. Red marks rose from my body where the tentacle had touched me, almost like welts on my skin. But there was no pain. Just the faintest of itches, and a flaming trail of heat. I could feel puzzlement emanate from the creature as it explored my body, along with the first stirrings of desire. The tentacle slid all over my body, lingering on my face, sliding down to my breasts, still further down my stomach. It stopped at my belly button, and the tip of it slid around the little indentation, exploring every millimeter of that hole. Waves of sudden, sharp lust radiated from the creature, and I felt my fear and my arousal rise in tandem. If cavities caused lust in the creature, it was soon going to hit the mother lode.

A year ago, I’d been kidnapped by my sadistic ex-boyfriend, with the unwilling help of a two-dicked alien named Bob. For the last year, I’ve been travelling with Bob around the universe, chasing every sexual experience out there. I’m twenty four. I’m having the best time of my life. Why would I ever want to return home? Warning: This is a 10,000+ word short story that includes adult situations between a human female, and a pair of two-dicked aliens. It features explicit sex scenes. For Mature Audiences Only! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ EXCERPT: “Now, why don’t you get on George’s lap?” His tone had changed at that last sentence. That had been an order. The game was on. I grinned at Bob and George, my excitement rising. I never knew what Bob had in store for me, but since he could read my mind, it was always good. I rose and sat on George’s lap, facing Bob. George’s large hands massaged my shoulders, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, so that the dress fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. “What pretty little breasts,” he said, his hands cupping them. “How hard do you like to play, Suzie?” I looked at Bob questioningly. I thought I liked to play pretty hard, but I didn’t know what George’s frame of reference was. He grinned. “She’ll keep up,” he said, sounding amused. “Excellent,” George purred into my ear. He nibbled a trail of kisses on my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, and I whimpered. Sitting across from Bob, watching the heat rise in his eyes as this big blond alien played with me like I was his personal toy – it just doubled the eroticism of the moment. Both aliens could read my thoughts, my bracelet sat on the table in front of me. I was exposed, and I liked it. Everything I wanted was out in the open. No pretenses. No false modesty.