Author's Note:
When I submitted the first chapter of this story, I was so excited by all the positive responses. Thank you all very much. I wanted to do a much better job on this chapter than I had on the last, and I had plans to find an editor and work hard to produce better writing than I had.
Unfortunately school started. I've had this chapter written for the past several months, and I've been sitting on it that entire time. I'd try tweaking sections, even attempting to rewrite the entire thing, but I have trouble going back over old work, and well long story short those efforts kinda fell flat.
I want to provide you with not just a creative and interesting story, but good writing as well, but in the end it's more important to me that I put something out there. I'm not sure if I'll ever find the energy to put the kind of work into this that I feel you deserve, but I truly appreciate all your comments, and I'd love to hear any suggestions or feedback you have.
~ Batrachiarch
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*ERRRRRT*
*ERRRRRT*
*ERRRRRT*
Kate's alarm was a wrecking ball breaking through her warm reverie. Her brain, trained to respond like a masochistic Pavlov's dog, immediately wrenched itself from her blissful dreamscape. Katie felt herself almost literally pull together as she woke up, sprawled out on her stomach and completely naked in the middle of the tiny bathroom.
How the hell did I wind up here?
Her her entire body was shaking uncontrollably and her head was pounding, but not actually painful. Woozy, she tried getting to her hands and knees and off the hard, cold floor. Her head spun violently and something shifted inside of her, causing a rush of numb pleasure inside. The suddenness of it made her arms buckle underneath her. Crying out with surprise and ecstasy, her eyes crossed as the wave broke within her and she came hard and without warning. A small tide of fluid spattered on the floor below her sex.
For a time Kate just lay there, panting for breath and waiting for the aftershocks to fade. Blinking hard as the room gradually stopped spinning, she still felt incredibly strange inside.
Nothing made sense, her head was fuzzy and last night was a complete blur to her. She couldn't even recall how she had gotten home, let alone what she was doing lying face down in her cold bathroom. Her last clear memory had been fumbling with her credit card when buying groceries, so she started there.
As she reconstructed her evening, piece by piece, Kate struggled to her feet, gasping occasionally as strange spasms inside her caused orgasmic shockwaves to ripple through her body.
Kate pushed back the confusing sensations, and focused hard on standing up, getting dressed, and remembering what happened last night. She found last night's clothing, a shirt and panties, discarded beneath the sink and pulled them on, ignoring the way her loose shirt brushed against her hard nipples, but shivering with the sensation none the less. Placing a clammy hand to her forehead, she closed her eyes and refocused herself.
I remember buying groceries
, she thought, wrangling her confused mind to concentrate on the problem at hand.
The walk home had been cold and dark, and I was alone so I was a little on edge.
The memory stopped there.
Kate opened her eyes again. Beside her the tub was full of cold water which she allowed to drain before stumbling out of the bathroom. Opening the door brought a wave of fresh air, clearing her mind and making her realize how ripe the air inside had been.
My god, it smells like sex in there... What the hell did I do last night?
The fresh air cleared her head somewhat, so she looked around the apartment for Augustus, eventually finding him cowering beneath the bed. She tried to coax him out, but gave up and headed to the kitchen to fix them both some breakfast.
Kate recalled the wet sidewalk and the orange lights of the streets outside the grocery store. She tried avoiding the streets at night, but had run out of food in the apartment, so she had decided to go anyway.
She opened up a can of wet cat food for her poor terrified kitty, throwing some oil on a skillet while the stove warmed up before returning to the bedroom. Still unable to coax the cat out from its bunker, even with the special tuna cat food, she decided to let him eat under the bed for once, and went back into the kitchen to start on her breakfast. The underlying drone of sensation was getting a little easier to ignore and she tried harder to recall what had happened while she cracked a couple eggs into the skillet.
I was late for the bus, so I had to walk home, and the groceries were getting harder and harder to carry. There was a large group of people near a building on my normal path, so I took a side street... and...
Kate's heart skipped a beat. She recalled the gunshot, the glowing object being dropped, the mad panic she had after taking it home, the embarrassment in front of the policeman, and...
Rushing over to the kitchen cabinet, she threw it open and tore the flour to the side. The clip was gone. She swore she had hidden it there!
What happened last night!?
She thought, pressing the heels of her hands into her temples and tried frantically to remember, but recalled nothing but blurs and confusion.
She only remembered chaos, bizarre and surreal, like a very strange dream. It was like her insides had melted and her mind, body and soul had been erased by an overwhelming, seething ocean of pleasure. It was this ocean that she had been dragged from by her alarm just earlier, and an ocean that she realized was still pressing at the gates of her sex. Still trying to wipe out her mind.
Kate shuddered at this thought, with equal parts excitement and fear. Her body responded in kind with another warm gush of sensation from deep inside that made her moan under her breath.
She felt the hardness shift inside of her again, bringing her attention back to the empty place behind the flour. Kate's eyes narrowed as she connected the final clue about the events of last night.
She placed both hands on the counter about a shoulder's width apart, bracing herself as her face screwed up in concentration.
She focused hard on the thing inside her, slowly pushing it up and out. Kate felt its sharp corners stretching out her throat painlessly, almost naturally, before the clip finally exited her mouth like a freakish PEZ dispenser.
Even as she felt her tentacles pull themselves out of its empty interior, Kate remained almost calm about this whole endeavor.
Completely empty
, she observed, pouring a fair amount of her thick, internal mucus out from the clip and into the sink. She sighed, and washed it off, before hiding it behind the flour again. She would decide how to dispose of it properly later.
Of course Kate realized the gravity of her situation. Her insides, now a seething nest of mutant sexual organs, were almost constantly feeding her signals of pleasure and arousal, threatening to break her mind.
Furthermore, she could still feel the pressure of that white flood of pleasure being held back behind her own mental gates. She only needed to loosen her will just a little, and that raging torrent of extacy would engulf her. Last night she had been unprepared for this, even welcoming to it, and her mind had been consumed, almost beyond the point of no return.
Thankfully
, she thought,
two years of conditioned response to that alarm brought me out of it.
*ERRT ERRT*
Almost on cue, her bedroom alarm sounded through the apartment again, warning her of the time.
"Shit!" She had spent too much time thinking!
Kate smelled something burning, and looked over to where her breakfast had turned into a charred cacophony of what was once toast and eggs.
Damn
, she thought, scraping the remains into the trash.
