The machine man retracted its cock from her, much to Becka's dismay. She lay on the metal table, covered in her honey dew and machine cum. She was exhausted. To her, it felt as if hours had past.
She watched the machine man as he stepped backward into his pod, and the panel slide over it. It disappeared from all sight.
Clear tubes descended from holes in the ceiling, each spraying off a portion of Becka's body until it was clean and dry. The table tilted upright, the bindings held fast.
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Moments later the door opened and a transport entered the room. As the table's bindings released, the eight wheeler's strands attached. Becka was soon secure and moving down the series of corridors to her cell. Even after her exhilarating encounter with the machine man, she looked at everything that passed her, searching for anyway, or anything, that would aid her escape. The thought of escape never left her mind.
The core had monitored the interaction of man and machine, collecting huge amounts of data. It still read the operations of Becka's mind, charting each synapse, each neuron, each electrical discharge that occurred in her brain. It knew that escape comprised a large portion of her thought process. This would have to end.
The transport arrived at Becka's cell, the mesh door opened and Becka was dropped inside. She sat on the floor, exhausted. Food and water flowed from holes in the wall, and Becka consumed them.
The core had decided to eliminate all hope of escape from Becka's mind. She would become more manageable this way. The core was able to scan Becka's brain functions and understand every bit of data it collected. It knew that with no hope of escape, she would become docile. Using all the data it had collected on Becka since she first had been brought on the ship, the core calculated, to a 99.9999999997 percentile, that this would be the result.
Standing alone in her cell, Becka saw the air in front of her become translucent, as it had in the chamber where the alien had so brutally assaulted her. An image appeared. It was Earth. The image zoomed out until she could see the entire solar system. It then zoomed out further until the familiar pinwheel of the Milky Way galaxy appeared. A small red dot appeared in the position the solar system occupied. From it, a thin red line moved away until it had covered a large portion of the width of the image Becka saw, the distance across the Milky Way. The line stopped and a blinking red dot appeared where it ended. Becka understood exactly what this picture show was telling her.
Stunned, Becka continued to look at the image. An alphanumeric string appeared, glowing blue: “2133417LY”. At first, Becka did not understand it, but, like a bolt from the sky it hit her. Two million, one hundred and thirty three thousand, four hundred and seventeen light years.
Becka fell to the floor. She knew in her heart, that what she had just been shown was true. Her mind gave way to despair, and she began to cry uncontrollably. In acute finality, she knew she would never see home again. She would spend the rest of her life as a guest of the creature's pleasure palace.
Her mind seemed to leave her, as she continued to sit on the floor, sobbing. The air once again became clear. The core knew she understood what it had shown her.
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THE END
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"I told you, you needed to learn a lesson for having a smart mouth and not obeying the rules. Now, I’m going to fuck you..."
Slutty Candace (aka "Candy") is a big-breasted brat who secretly ACHES for the masculine, throbbing member of a man. She's been a bad little girl, climbing out the window looking for some naughty fun at night. But that's all going to stop, if her old man has something to say about it. She knows all the right ways of making him angry, too, making him want to teach her a lesson in obedience she won't soon forget.
One day Candy gets *caught* in the act, and her old man decides to show her how a REAL dick fucks! With the man of the house buried deep, and her pussy STUFFED to the brim, young Candy's pussy gets plowed, the pleasures sweeter than sugar! Candace never wants the moment to stop, even if it means her man coming deep into her tight twat.
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Candace had a body that most nineteen year olds would kill for. She stood back and admired it now in the white framed mirror which hung on her bedroom wall. Smiling, she rested her hands on her hips and threw her shoulders back. The mid-day sunlight that poured through the three large windows at her back struck her curves at all the perfect angles. Her thick, blonde hair hung well past her shoulders in soft wisps. The golden tresses were parting only to allow the lovely pink tips of her pert, full breasts to peek out. Her face was beautifully natural as well. Both her mother and father were superb looking people. There was no mistaking that when she had come into this world nineteen years ago, she’d been blessed with many fine attributes that made themselves present from a very early age. Even without a stitch of make-up on her face, she was stunning.
Tipping her head to the side thoughtfully, Candace allowed her hands to stroke upward from her lean, shapely thighs, tracing the curve of her incredibly tiny waist until her hands were cupping her breasts. She squeezed them and licked her full lips, enjoying the sensations and the weight of her firm flesh in the palms of her hands. By anyone’s standards they were utterly perfect; a full DD and still standing at attention, the nipples, hard pink pebbles that ached when she let her thumbs brush against them. Her eyes traveled down to her tanned, toned belly; hard and flat from years of dance. Her hip bones were only slightly pronounced against her hips. Turning slightly and throwing a glance over her shoulder, she grinned, exposing a deep indent in her cheek to match the delicate dimples peeking out over her round, firm bottom at the base of her slender spine.
Unlike most of the girls her age, Candace had been sexually active for quite some time already, having lost her virginity at the tender age of fourteen. Needless to say, she’d been addicted to sex ever since. Some would say it was abnormal for a girl her age to be so single-minded when it came to extracurricular activities, but Candace didn’t care. Sex made her feel good. It made her feel powerful. There was nothing in the world like it. Being skin to skin, hard and soft, rubbing together slowly, or quickly; it made her light-headed just imagining it.
A car horn sounded from below her window, and the smile was instantly erased from her beautiful face, shocking her into the present. She rolled her eyes, shoulders slumping forward as her hands dropped from her hips to hang loosely by her sides. Her mother called for her anxiously, but Candace was not about to start rushing her Saturday afternoon for him. Him being, Mike, Candace’s thirty-two-year-old stepfather and her forty-five-year-old mother’s poor excuse for a bad joke. They met one night two years ago when her mother’s car broke down on the interstate. Mike had been the mechanic.
“Candy!” Her mother shouted from the main hall. “Babe, Mike is waiting for us. We’re going to be late for the BBQ. Make yourself presentable.”
Sighing, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Unfortunately, when her Stepfather beckoned she had to drop everything to make him happy, or her mother would lose it with her. And even though Mike was still considered young, he was entirely too strict, and it infuriated her to no end that her friends thought he was hot shit. Just because he was incredibly good looking didn’t take from the fact that he was a giant asshole who made her life a living hell. God, she hated that man, and to add to the horrible cliché of the mean step-monster, her mother was rarely home long enough from her various business trips to help her cope with the likes of him. Ironically, her mother was going out of town tomorrow night
and Candace was not looking forward to being alone with Mike for the last few days of her summer vacation before heading back to college. Now they had to go to this ridiculous BBQ where all of Mike’s grease monkey friends would be hanging out with their snotty kids and bimbo girlfriends. A sly smile crossed her lips.
Without further hesitation, Candace strolled casually over to her dresser drawer and shuffled through her clothes. "Presentable." Gingerly, she reached in and pulled out a pair of tiny denim cut-offs and a barely there wife beater. Candace decided to forgo the bra and underwear. The outfit was perfectly presentable of all her finer assets. Quickly, she ran her fingers through her hair and piled it high on top of her head in a messy bun. She pinched her cheeks for some color, and as an afterthought, she gave her nipples a nice little twist as well bringing them to their fully erect state. Perfect.
On her way down to the kitchen, Candace stopped at the counter and slathered an old fashioned, sesame bagel with a generous amount of Tofutti cream cheese. She hadn’t eaten meat in over three years. It irritated Mike to no end, and Candace liked it that way. The car horn sounded again, muttering under her breath around a mouthful of bagel she quickly inhaled the rest and grabbed her purse with a vicious yank on the way out the front door.
Son-of-a-bitch.
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Mike felt himself go instantly hard when he saw his stepdaughter bounce her way down the front steps in an outfit that could hardly even be called an outfit. What the fuck was this little bitch thinking? There was no way in hell she was going out in public looking like that. Shifting in the front seat to hide his growing erection, Mike threw his wife an incredulous look. “Nancy, what the fuck is your daughter wearing?”
Already a drink or two into the afternoon, Nancy turned and wiggled her fingers at her daughter before smiling at Mike. “She’s just a kid, Mike! And she’s gorgeous. Let her express herself.”
A muscle in his jaw ticked and he ran a hand roughly through his thick black hair. When he’d first met Nancy two years ago, he’d fallen instantly in lust with the woman. She was smoking hot for a then forty-three-year-old woman with a sexy body and a dirty mouth too. What Mike hadn’t expected when they first got together was Candace. She could bring any man to her knees with a look, and she had only been seventeen at the time, far surpassing her mother in the looks department, but Lord have mercy was she a smart ass. She was rude, with a complete disregard for authority and over the past two years, Nancy had proven to be as much as a drunk as a nymphomaniac severely putting her parenting skills into question. Today was no different.
“Get your skinny ass back in the house, Candy, and put on some clothes.” Mike spat when she was halfway into the back seat.
“I am wearing clothes, Mike.”
He ground his teeth at the way she said his name, extending the M and turning the K hard. Sassy bitch.
“Candy, get back in the house and get change now. There is no way in hell you’re going out in public dressed like a--like a--“
“A slut?” Candace said with a wry smile.
His cock twitched. “That’s right.”
Nancy lay her manicured fingers gently over his hand as it gripped the steering wheel and she smiled. “She looks fine, honey. Let’s just go. What’s it hurt to wear some short shorts and show a little leg, hm?”
Candace slid neatly into the back seat, her round, full breasts giving a little jiggle as she settled in. He caught her defiant gaze in the rear view and felt like his head would explode when she winked at him. Shifting the car into gear, Mike peeled out of the driveway and gripped the steering wheel like it was her neck.
By the time they arrived at the barbecue, Mike had thought he was going to bust out of his pants, so he ushered Nancy and his stepdaughter out of the car citing that he had to get some last minute things out of the trunk. Tucking a dark blue baseball over his head and low across his eyes, he watched both his wife and stepdaughter walk away, their hips swaying in time with one another. Suddenly, Candace looked over her shoulder at him, licked her finger and then touched it to her ass with a wink. If the little bitch wasn’t careful, he was going to tan her hide. The thought of spanking her ass pink almost made him cum in his jeans. A dark cloud passed over him just then. One of these days he was going to turn her over his knee and teach her a lesson she would never forget.
“Hey, Mike!”
He turned his head in the direction of his voice being called and watched as his best friend and co-worker Sean came jogging over to the car. Mike smiled and touched his thumb and forefinger to the bill of his ball cap. “What’s up man?”
“Jesus Christ, dude,” Sean said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Double trouble just rolled into the backyard like a freight train and turned every head there.”
Mike frowned.
Sean let out a low, slow whistle. “Damn, man. That girl is fine.”
“She’s a pain in the ass,” Mike mumbled, hefting a case of beer out from the trunk.
“A smoking hot pain in the ass.” His friend said laughing and slammed the trunk closed.
A pang of anger rushed through Mike at the thought of every man jerking off to the image of his stepdaughter, and it caused his entire body to tense. A familiar throbbing started in his pants again, and his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened on the case of beer in his hands. His palm itched. “She needs to be taught a lesson.”
Sean grinned. “I volunteer!”
Mike stopped in his tracks and shot his friend a death stare. “Keep your eyes and your hands to yourself.”
Holding his hands to his chest, palms out, Sean made a face of resignation. “Okay, okay. Jesus, don’t be so uptight. It was just a joke.”
But it was evident, as Mike entered the back yard, by the expression on every man, woman and child’s face that the joke was on him. Nancy was swaying to the music blaring from the speakers, a full beer in one hand and an empty bottle in the other. Candace was sitting temptingly on the corner of said speaker with a leg on either side, oblivious to the drooling middle-aged men ogling her as she talked animatedly to a girl that went to school with her. If he were a betting man, Mike would put all his money on the fact that every penis in that backyard was throbbing to fuck her, and every woman wanted to kill her. Candace caught him looking at her and quickly gave him the finger before rolling her eyes and going back to her conversation. Mike watched Bob from the head office adjust the front of his pants, and his wife slapped him behind the head.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
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“Oh, my God, Candy your step-dad is sex on a stick, girl.”
Candace caught Mike looking at her and flipped him the bird before rolling her eyes and turning back to her friend. “He’s a dick.”
“But he’s soooooo cuuuuute!”
“Barb,” Candace said with a straight face. “There is nothing cute about him when he’s bossing me around.”
Her friend snorted and cast a sly glance in Mike’s direction. “I’d let him boss me around aaaaaall daaaaaay loooooong.”
She smacked her friend hard on the arm and laughed, causing her breasts to jiggle beneath her tank top; the sensitive peaks were brushing against the soft cotton causing them to harden delightfully. Someone smacked their husband behind the head just then, and Candace bit her lip around a wicked smile, secretly loving every second of it. There was no doubt that every man in that back yard was eyeballing her tits, her ass, and legs. How could they not? They were incredible, even by her own standards. Carefully, she leaned back on the speaker, legs spread wide and hands behind her, thrusting her breasts forward. With a big smile, she licked her lips.
It wasn’t every day that she was able to just let it all hang out without any repercussion. After all, what was Mike going to do? Punish her in front of everyone? With a deep breath, she scanned the backyard until she spotted her stepfather's best friend, Sean. Now, he was hot. Tall, tanned with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He reminded
her of the quarterback that played for their high school football team a few years back. She’d fucked him senseless under the bleachers one Sunday after a game. Well, maybe Sean wasn’t as hot as Mike was if she was truthful, but still incredibly sexy. He was also single, so no baby mama drama to deal with.
She caught Sean’s baby blue eyes as he was reaching for a beer. Candace wiggled her shoulders back and forth for a second and blew him a kiss. Sean straightened up, looked over his shoulder as though to check if anyone was behind him and then faced her once again. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and then pointed at his thickly muscled chest with his thumb and mouthed the question, “Me?”
Candace nodded slowly, biting her lip and grinning, making sure her dimples popped. First, she made sure that her stepfather was otherwise preoccupied, and when she saw that he was busy trying to prop her mother up in a chair, she quickly nodded her head in the direction of the lake house a few yards back. Sean’s eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July. He too checked to see if Mike was paying attention and when he saw that he wasn’t, started walking in that direction.
“I’ll be right back,” Candace said to Barb before hopping down off the speaker and sneaking slowly back in Sean’s direction, holding a finger up to her lips to shush Barb and winking mischievously at her before taking off.
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Candace found Sean a few yards back, away from the noise of the barbecue and smiled big and bright when his eyes fell to her breasts. Adding a little more roll to her hips, she walked toward him slowly, batting her eyelashes and biting her lip. “Hi there.”
“Candy,” Sean said with a nod, ripping his eyes away from her chest. Tentatively he looked back toward the barbecue which was seemingly out of sight as little of the music could be heard from where they were standing, and then almost startled when he found her standing only inches from him. He narrows his eyes slightly. “How old are you again?”
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