Collecting Rayne
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Eight seconds is all it takes for him to get that look in his eyes that says I need to pull him out.
He spirts into the container I am unfortunately holding at the time and then flops to the floor, twitching a little.
I give him a few minutes to feel better, but when he is clearly not recovered, I take a turn with Tula. I have gotten to where I can actually fuck her, which makes it all feel so much more intense.
If someone had told me it could get better than in the beginning, I’d have called them a fucking liar. But it’s true, the sensation multiplies, feeling like my soul is being sucked through my cock.
My dick swells and her pussy pulls me back into her, milking me to the point of lightheadedness. Then I press myself entirely into her and let all the magic happen, every bit of her pussy tugs and rubs my cock until I’m one second from releasing, at which point, I finally drag myself out of her and unload in the container on top of Keith’s deposit.
Fourteen minutes is my record. Practicing multiple times a day helps build a tolerance.
He’s on his feet when I finish, watching in awe at what I’ve been able to accomplish, what he has to think, is the impossible.
“Shit dude. That’s intense.”
“I know.” I engage the cage and usher him out the door.
“So, you’re serious about not coming in her. She is something else, huh?”
“Yea, she’s a fucking sex machine,” I laugh. Still unsure whether I’ll get into her origin story for him. It’s not necessary, and it doesn’t really matter, he’ll follow the rules if he wants inside of her again.
“So, when’s it my turn again?”
“At first, I’m going to have to help you, like I did today.”
“Oh, yea, for sure, there was no way I was pulling out of that.”
“But after I get you trained, she’s all yours whenever you want. I’ll give you a key.”
“You know, in school when everyone was saying you were such a loser, I guess they were wrong.”
“No one said I was a loser in school.”
“But if they had, they’d be wrong.”
“You’re such a douche.”
“Let’s fucking eat something. I’m starving.”
***
It took Keith much longer to get the hang of pulling out of Tula than I thought it would. At least he’s quick about fucking her, less than a minute, and no sign of being able to last any longer. Three months, fucking her daily, at least once, with little to no progress.
If he weren’t my best friend, I’d get annoyed with all the babysitting. But I can understand what she does. That hole is magic, so I forgive, even though he doesn’t seem embarrassed, or apologetic for that matter, that he’s still unable to accomplish it solo.
***
After the six-month mark, he’s been on his own. When he was finally able to make it a full month of pulling out successfully, and using the container for his deposit, I gave him a key. I suppose if he dies, he dies. He knows the risks and is well aware of the dire consequences.
Chapter fourteen
Tula
On a random day, nearly eight years into my entrapment, I find hope.
Keith has spoken to me. He’d never said anything, just as Bradley had instructed him. But today, he talks. It’s only to tell me that he’s going to fuck the shit out of me. But it says something to me about him. It tells me he likes dirty talk.
I’m weakened by the lack of nutrition. Not so much that death is near, but enough to notice. And on top of eight years near starvation, I’d been eating only the simplest diet for thousands, keeping me from my peak as it were. It was a decision I didn’t know would have such a severe penalty.
Keith fucks me, grunting and thrusting, I give him the smallest whimper. And it sets him off.
Men are all the same.
He empties outside of me, into the cup that makes me salivate.
“Did you like that?” he asks, his face close to mine, blowing heavy bursts of cigarette scented breath at me.
I nod, coyly, looking at him through my eyelashes.
He looks elated that I’ve been sexually gratified. Not sure what to expect from him, I nearly laugh when he thinks the best course of action is to shove his fingers into me and give me more of the ‘good stuff’. Maybe he thinks I’ll like it, so I do—for him.
He thrusts them in and out of me, in a way that can only be described as chaotic, while I give him my best fuck-me eyes.
He squeezes my nipple too hard, but I make him think he’s doing a good job. Another moan, and then a shutter that hopefully appears to him as though I’ve orgasmed. Thankfully, it does make him stop. There’s a cheesy grin on his face, satisfied in his own efforts to please me.
He pulls his fingers from me. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.” My voice hasn’t been used in so long I’d forgotten it myself. The tickle of it in my throat almost makes me cough.
“Good.” Reengaging the lock to my cage quickly, he leaves.
***
A full year later the relationship is getting strong with Keith. One he’s obviously keeping from Bradley.
We talk, and he does his best to please me sexually. As if that could possibly be what I might need in my current situation.
But I’m trying. And for now, it’s at least keeping my mind fresh and hopeful.
Bradley uses me for what he wants and nothing more. Feeding me miniscule amounts, I’m convinced it’s only to keep me looking good for him. His need for me is ever increasing. He fucks me five times a day on average. While Keith has only gotten the ability to see me twice a day, sometimes only to talk and finger me. It’s almost worse than Bradley, Keith thinks he’s a good guy because he humanizes me. At least with Bradley, I’m just a hole, not much humanity needed for a hole.
If I were a regular woman, my pussy would probably not withstand this schedule. At no other time, in my infinitely long life, am I more grateful to be me.
This will be a mere blip in my lifespan, my mind will not even remember it soon enough. What will linger is the memories of what I do to them.
***
Keith walks in, cock already swollen, and is quick to get inside of me.
As I’ve done with him for a while, I moan and beg him for more, fucking him back as best I can within my limitations, making him eager to please me.
“Oh god, Keith, don’t stop. You feel so good. Make me come. Let me show you what my pussy does to your cock when you make me come. The pleasure you will feel when it floods for you and trickles to the floor, the tightness will give you more ecstasy than you’ve ever imagined.”
Anything I can think of to make him finish.
He grumbles and grunts, pushing his dick to the limits, and this time, I’ve got him, the rush of my dirty words in his ear sends him somewhere else, somewhere where he can be free.
That little, salty bead starts forming, hunger and instinct start pulling and sucking on his seed.
He hesitates, and I can tell he wants to retreat, but I don’t let him. I squeeze him tightly inside me and watch as he quickly surrenders himself to the fate of being my nourishment. All for those few moments of rapture. Emptying inside of me, I watch his head lull back as I milk him dry, devouring his life force, giving me strength.
His cock shrivels inside of me as I take everything from him, my hunger getting the best of me. I drain him completely, and it’s been a long time since I’ve done that.
Keith flops forward, his head landing on my chest, my mouth salivates, my teeth start to ache, something I haven’t felt in hundreds of years.
My jaw separates instinctually to make room for the rest of my meal. The raw energy revitalizing my primal form. It’s been so long since I’ve been my true self.
Rows of jagged teeth push through my gums. My mouth salivates, eager to taste him. The adjacent rows of incisors begin to gnaw back and forth. Stretching my face to accommodate whatever part of his body I choose first. Replaying his d
isgusting moans and nauseating words in my mind as I go straight for his face. Grinding up the meat and crushing the bones that give it structure. Before long, I’ve made my way to his brain, delicious as caviar to me. And when it’s gone, I finish the meal by sucking every bit of his spinal fluid through his exposed brain stem.
I feel my strength return completely, my real strength, giving me enough to tear my arms free, then an unsteady and shaky leg hits the cool floor.
I take his hand into my mouth, shoving it deeper as I grind and crunch hungrily. Blood splatters across the walls of my confined space. Meat comes away and slides down my esophagus until I reach his shoulder. Slurping on it as I pull only the thickest part of bones back out.
Each pound of flesh reminds me how delicious humans can really be, and by the time I’ve consumed him completely, leaving the heart to eat last, savoring the final beat of it against my tongue, I’m free, and only just getting started.
***
Based on Bradley’s routine I expect he will be home soon. Sitting on the couch, covered in blood, but back to the form he’ll recognize, I wait.
The door creaks, tugging a little smile on my lips. He’s not nearly as stunned as he should be when our eyes meet.
He pauses at the open door of my blood-soaked prison and sees Keith on the floor, nothing but random bones, I’m sure he has questions, but he asks none.
I can hear his heart thundering inside his chest, so I know it has affected him.
“Surprised to see me, Bradley?”
No response.
I stand, making my way toward him. Every step I take, he retreats one, keeping us the same distance apart until his back is against the wall.
I say nothing, licking his friend’s blood from my mouth.
Bradley stammers, starting multiple times before finally being able to finish a sentence. “What the fuck, Tula, you don’t have to do this. I got crazy with lust, I just wanted you so much. I can do better, I’ll let you out, you can be free. We can be together.”
“Shut up, Bradley, I’ve heard you speak enough.” I cut off his rambling by wrapping my fingers snugly around his throat. “You’re about to see me, the real me, I think it’s only fair, you’ve shown me your monster, now I’ll show you mine. Although, I have to say mine is not intended to be malicious or self-serving, mine is for the health and well-being of the earth—her balance. Not nearly as callus as yours.
“I’m an eradicator of creators, a good to an evil, a yin to a yang, a destroyer of parasites. Taking the form of earth’s biggest threats, and preventing them from taking more than she wants to give.
“I’ve been so many things over the ages. Humans had fascinated me with their ability to understand and express beyond all other things before them. I suppose, I’d fallen in love with them, I didn’t want to remove them, maybe I even wanted to be one, hence my need to find an alternate way to feed. But the novelty is wearing off because of selfish takers like you and Keith. What you have done has filled me with hate. Which I have only ever experienced as a human. So many new emotions in this form. Can you imagine what my life was like being an invasive algae or a beetle, not much emotion.
“Recently, I have had so much time to think about it and reflect. Having myself removed, gave me time to really see. And do you know what I realized? Through my hazy love-filled eyes, I was looking passed all the horrible things your species does, not only to the earth, but to each other. You don’t love, you only envy. You don’t care, only cultivate, you hate on many levels, everyone, for everything. The earth has been begging for me to help her.”
I don’t let him speak, my hand remains around his throat, only tight enough to keep him from running.
“My saliva is a numbing agent. It doesn’t mean you can’t feel anything, it just means your brain won’t know that you’re in pain. The side effect of that is it won’t tell you to die, it just keeps going.”
I disengage my jaw, and he watches, in horror, as my teeth come out. Row after row emerge and start to ungulate back and forth, ready to grind and crush.
His scream awakens a laugh so guttural I feel it in my bones. Then he tries to run and it excites me.
Taking his arm and shoving it into my mouth brings about his primal panic, a sight I have missed. The next arm slurps out of my mouth and he stands with his boney appendages at his sides, trickling blood onto the carpeted floor.
He tries to catch himself when I knock him to the ground but his stubby, kickstand bones crumple under his weight. I tear his pants off, and I see the disgusting twitch of his dick as it starts to respond in the only way it can in my presence. Hoping, even as I stand in this terrifying form, he may have one last opportunity to feel me and plant his seed to grow inside me like the parasite it would be.
The hope is gone when his foot enters my mouth, the spray of blood hits my face, but I’m able to catch the rest as I make my way higher up to his thigh until the meat is gone.
The round belly I’ve not had in so long is welcome, I’d forgotten the bliss of fullness.
Having tossed his cock to the side, making sure I’d never have that maggot inside of me again, I eat around his remaining torso and head, leaving his eyes, brain, and heart for last, in the hopes that he can see, process, and feel his annihilation.
I show him just who out monsters whom, when I force him to watch me, in human form, with a smile across my face, eat his still-beating heart, and finally, I pop each of his eyes into my mouth, one at a time. Savoring the delicious fear inside of him before I devour all that he ever experienced in his brain.
If he’s taught me anything, it’s that this entire race is built with primitive selfishness, arrogance, and consumption. A revolting organism, and I may just have to exterminate them all.
The end
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